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missmeinyourbones

“braiding the other’s hair” with Eren please 😊 thanks! ❤️

42. braiding the other’s hair (E. JAEGER) (wc: 650+)

part of L’s 1K event!

“Sit still.”

Your command is met with a dramatic sigh from your lover, who huffs like a temperamental toddler before groaning a bit, but complying nonetheless.

Eren sits in between your legs, his back pressed flat to your chest as you section his hair into little pieces. You’ve challenged yourself with the task of french braiding his hair—as he’d been letting it grow a bit longer than usual and wanted some inspiration for ways to wear it. When you mentioned that you knew how to braid, he was weak to hide his enthusiasm at the comment. You’ve worn them before, and he’d seen them on people in movies and t.v. shows. He never thought about some sort of art form being woven into his own hair, and the potential of it excited him. Braids were cool, he thought.

What he didn't think about, was the process in which braids were formed—which to his evident dismay involved a lot of tugging and jerking of his tender scalp.

“You’re pulling,” he whines, a little childishly but you let it slide as you shush him once more. You bite your tongue and keep telling yourself it’d be just a little longer, but your patience was beginning to wear thin.

“I am not, don’t be such a baby,” you return, though you do ease up on the strenuous grip you hold on the piece of hair in between your fingers.

Eren eventually quiets down. In fact, he does more than quiet down—he completely loses himself in the feeling of your gentle fingers weaving throughout his hair. The way your nails gently scratch the center of his scalp as you separate another set of three strands feels like a dream. He swears if you continue your caress for another five minutes, he’s certain to fall asleep under your touch.

“Feels nice now, huh?”

The saccharine sound of your voice brings him out of his blissful daze. He answers with a hmph of agreement, too lost in the ecstasy of your magic to banter back at your teasing claim.

“When’d you learn how to do this?” he ponders generously. You smile softly at his curiosity on the subject and roll your eyes at the early elementary school memories that begin to flood your mind.

“When I was little,” you shrug mindlessly, “A lot of people in my class knew how to braid and I got jealous, so I taught myself.” You hear Eren breathe out of his nose a little harshly, a little suddenly. Almost as if he were laughing.

“Sounds like you, alright.”

You lightly tug one on of the ends of the braids, pulling his head back to look at you. You raise your eyebrows at his quick comment, and he flashes you a shit-eating grin in return as you push his head back down to finish your work.

A few minutes later when you’re finally satisfied with your work, Eren finds himself being dragged to your bathroom vanity. You’re turning and angling his head in every way humanly possible to show him all sides of your braiding through the mirror.

“Cool, right?”

Eren looks at his reflection in the mirror. It is cool—you did a good job. The strands of hair intertwining with one another form an interesting pattern, very detailed and intricate. A few stray baby-hairs litter his hairline and forehead, making your work look clean but still casual. He likes it.

But what he loves, is your smiling face behind his reflection; eyes eager to please and see his reaction to your masterpiece. You're grinning ear to ear, practically bouncing out of your skin while waiting to hear his opinion on your hard work. If this is what sitting down for 30 minutes with cramped legs and a tender scalp from your constant pulls and strains leads to, he’d do it everyday. Maybe even twice a day, if you’re lucky.

“Yeah baby,” he beams, turning around and pressing a delicate kiss to your lips, his way of saying thank you.

“Very cool.”

st4rbwrry

shortcake.

🗒 ❛ eren yeager.

… fem!reader, baker!eren, fluff, cute lil food fight, eren’s a house husband, soft sex, oral <f received>, tiny bits of spanking, black coded, pleasure!dom.

… mocha’s note; in honor of me hitting my 8k milestone. *clinks champagne glass*

… hey siri, play you by don toliver.

— tek it , e. yeager.

❛𝐈 𝐖𝐀𝐓𝐂𝐇 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐎𝐎𝐍, 𝐋𝐄𝐓 𝐈𝐓 𝐑𝐔𝐍 𝐌𝐘 𝐌𝐎𝐎𝐃, 𝐂𝐀𝐍’𝐓 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐏 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐎𝐅 𝐘𝐎𝐔. ❜

|| 𖦹 eren yeager x gn!reader

|| 𖦹 tw: angsty, swearing, slight mentions of violence, trauma, ptsd.

“eren…dinner’s getting cold.” he heard the voice of his best friend, and somewhat lover, mikasa, call out to him, but he simply stayed silent. still staring at the gleaming, rough, shiny moon he stares at every night. at the same time. mikasa sighs, watching the cool air form a steam of smoke from her lips, disappearing into the air. “i’ll be back,” she looks back inside at armin, who’s sipping his soup and he simply nods.

she steps out the little wooden house, softly closing the door behind her to not alarm the dogs resting. her soft footsteps are heard, the light crunch of the grass ringing throughout eren’s ears. she folds her long, pink, silk sweater and takes a seat next to eren. she looks down at the cold water from the lake before looking at him. he simply blinked, staring at the moon. there’s a long uncomfortable silence. “i know they’re out there, mika.” he simply says, ending it at that.

“it..” she hesitates to speak a bit, the sound of her light gulp the only thing breaking the silence. “it’s been nine years, eren.” she sighs and eren blinks from the moon, looking down at the water. when he looks to his reflection, all he sees is his ten year old self. dirty, bloody, and tears welled up in his little eyes. he shakes his head and looks back up to the moon. “i’ll find them, i swear—i’ll find them.” his voice starts to break and mikasa looks at him again.

his long hair almost coming out of the lazy ponytail it was lazily thrown into, and strands of hair covering his beautiful soft, but mean green eyes filled with tears. he was broken, and mikasa was scared. scared that one day he’ll leave. scared that one day he’ll actually find you. scared that one day he won’t come back. that fear kept her up at night. when he slept beside her, he never held her. she always held him. the silent sounds of his cries kept them both up.

it made her cry herself, she hated seeing him like this. she knows it’ll never stop either. he was connected to you, connected deeper than blood and family itself. he really did love you, and he really was gonna find you.

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“‘morning, eren.” mikasa smiled warmly at the tall man, walking over to hand him a cup of coffee she had already made for him. “slept well?” armin asked, biting into a crispy waffle. “yeah, you?” eren sipped the coffee, looking at him. “eh, it was cold.” armin says and they all softly laugh. “ah, you got a letter this morning. came in around six .. six-thirty.” mikasa walked over to the counter, picking up a little white envelope with a moon stamp on the top right corner.

she was a bit hesitant to give him the letter. the moon, for eren, she pieced it together instantly. it had to have been from you, or someone who knows about you and eren. she was going to throw it away—she couldn’t lose eren. he was the best thing that’s ever happened to her. even if it was a little complicated. but, you were important to eren. you were his soulmate, you guys were connected.

“here.” she handed it to him and his heart dropped as soon as he saw it. he put down his cup and immediately walked past mikasa, to his shared room, closing the door behind him. she sighed and closed her eyes. she was preparing for this day, the day you would find him—or he would find you. “mikasa..” armin gulped. “i thought i had more time.” she tried to blink away tears that were forming in her eyes.

armin stood up, opening his arms for mikasa and she immediately crashed against him, silently crying into his shirt. meanwhile, in eren’s room, he was reading the letter. his back was against the door, his teardrops falling onto the letter, slightly smudging the words. he read slowly, and throughly, not believing what he was seeing.

— “ i want to see you again. no, i need to see you again.”

that sentence made his eyes light up. this was the day he was waiting for since the day he lost you. but, his heart dropped reading his next sentence.

— “ but, don’t throw anything good you have away for me. please.”

he shook his head, squeezing the tears out of his eyes. his threw the letter onto his bed, grabbing his suitcase out the closet. after a while, mikasa slowly made her way to the door, pressing the side of her face against the door, seeing what she could hear. the sound of zipping and rustling is all she heard. her eyes widened and she immediately swung the door open, pausing in place. eren paused too.

she saw his puffy red eyes looking at her and she looked to the clothes he was messily throwing into a suitcase. a suitcase he was gonna use when they were gonna go on a cruise next month. he watched as she breathed heavily, looking at him in disbelief. “you’re chasing something old, eren!” she yells out but he shakes his head and continues to pack his clothes. “you- you have life here! with me, with armin! you’re really going to give us up?! for them?!” tears uncontrollably stream down her face. the dogs get up, growling at the noise.

armin stands from the hallway, around the corner, listening. listening to his best friend cry and plead for the love of her life to stop. to stay. and he won’t listen. it breaks his heart and he can’t help but start to cry too. he leaves from the corner and walks outside, sighing. he walks over to the lake eren’s always at, sitting right next to his spot. maybe, just maybe, if he walks out the door, eren will see him and decide to sit next to armin. decide to stay.

“you don’t fucking understand, mikasa.” eren doesn’t look at her anymore, moving clothes aside to make space for more. “i do! you need to let them go..you have me, you have armin. you have us! we’re here for you and you’ll get over this..!” she walks over to him. “we’ll get you therapy—” “therapy?! is that what i need?!” eren raises his voice and mikasa stops in her tracks. “they’ve been there for me when i was beaten, when i was bullied, when i was..” he stays quiet.

“and i couldn’t even be there for them. yet, they still reached out to me. they found me.” he glared at the short-haired woman, looking down on her. looking as tears poured from her eyes. “mikasa, since i’ve met you and armin…i told you about what happened. i told you that i’ll never sleep until i found them. they’re what i need. i don’t…i don’t think i can fully survive without them.” he cleared his throat, but his voice was still raspy and tired.

mikasa stayed silent. he was right. she basically signed up for this when they met. “one day, i’ll see you again.” he zipped up his suitcase, pulling it off the bed. “you promise?” her voice breaks as she looks down at the wooden floor. “..i can’t.” all she sees is his feet walking past her, out the door, the suitcase following. he put on his shoes, and walked out the door, leaving the little wooden house, and softly closing the door so he doesn’t disturb the dogs.

the sun was beaming, and armin looked back to see eren walking off, away from the house. “hey!” he yelled out, his heart beating fast. eren hesitated to stop, but he did, and he looked over at armin. “come sit with me?” armin yelled out again, but eren stayed silent. he could see eren was thinking about for a split second, but he simply shook his head and said,

“make sure the moon looks nice tonight for me, okay?”

before walking to the gate, and leaving.

#anime #aot #attack on titan #eren jaeger #aot angst #armin arlert #mikasa ackerman #gender neutral fanfic #eren x y/n #eren x you #eren x gender neutral reader #fanfic #angsty

charliepoopyfart

if you’re making jokes about russia attacking ukraine, then disrespectfully suck my fat, voluptuous, girthy, veiny, monster cock. ty and kindly go forth and multiply.

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“are u ok” no where is my kiss

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keiluvsu

aot brainrot ,, they’re all so pretty.

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@creatorsofcolornet and @mcutv MARVEL POC CELEBRATION MONTH

✦ week 4 (9/23 - 9/30): anything you want! | Marvel + colors layout inspo (1 / 2 / 3)

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dmb-fngrl

Awkward...

A/N: Awkward sex moments with the BNHA bois! I got this idea from several posts, including one by the lovely @zukump3. Thanks!

Includes: Sero, Kirishima, Bakugou, Shinsou, Mirio, Iida, Kaminari, Midoriya, Todoroki, Tamaki, Monoma

TW: Smut, 18+, accidental period sex, accidental threesome, Star Wars refrences, spicy vajayjay, wrong hole, passing out, kicking, someone walks in, minty oral, lost condoms, queefing

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keiluvsu

kirishima’s...i would delete myself from this world whAt

#kei deletes themself✌🏽

topherchris

keiluvsu

did i just get un-newd 😮🕶🤏🏽

— snowman , t. amajiki x reader.

៚ · ☃️ pairings; tamaki amajiki x gn!reader.

៚ · ☃️ genre; fluff.

៚ · ☃️ prompt; reader forcing tamaki to build a snowman with them.

៚ · ☃️ a/n; this should not have taken me all day to finish, but here we are.

“i want you to know that i’m never leaving, ‘cause i’m mrs. snow, ‘til death we’ll be freezing.”

“hey tama,” you walked into the room, wrapping your arms around your boyfriend. “huh— oh, hey y/n.” he smiled, turning his head around to face you. “what are you watching?” you asked, looking at the tv in front of him.

he shifted a bit on the couch, looking forward again. “some cheesy christmas movie,” he sighed. “something wrong?” he looked back at you. “yeah...we’re not goofing around outside in the snow right now.” you unraveled your arms from around him, standing up and crossing your arms.

“it’s cold!” he whined, pulling a cover over him, which you immediately pulled off. “i don’t care!” you whined back, mocking him. “i’m bored and i want to build a snowman with you— and make snow angels with you.” you smiled sheepishly at your childish behavior.

“c...can’t we just cuddle under the fireplace and watch these cheesy movies together?” he looked up at you, his ears tinted a light pink. “i mean, yeah we can do that...but i’d much rather go outside in the snow.” you replied, walking around the couch to pull him up.

“no.”

“yes.”

“no.”

“ye-”

“no, y/n-”

“yes, tama.”

“y/n- y/n?? NO-”

you successfully pulled him up, making him whine. “but..y/nnnnn!” he dragged out your name as you pulled him to the bedroom. “stop whining you big baby and get dressed.” you mumbled, quickly putting on your clothes.

as soon as you stepped outside, you shivered. “whew, it’s really freezing out here.” you watched as a puff of cool air left your lips. you ran over to a huge pile of snow, curiosity taking over your figure. “there’s so much snow...just in this one pla- AH-!” you jumped in place rapidly as you felt a chunk of snow fall on your head.

“fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck FUCK!” you shimmied, trying to get the snow out your underclothes. “w-what? oh my god! y/n?! what happened?!” tamaki almost tripped while running over to you. he slapped his hand over his mouth, trying not to laugh when he saw you trying to shake the snow off of you.

“tama- ITS NOT FUNNY!” you fumed, going to chase him. “HEY!” his eyes widened, running away. “GET BACK HERE DAMMIT!” you went to grab him when he fell over, you falling on top of him.

“OOF!” he landed on the floor with a thud, quickly wrapping his arms around you to protect from the impact. “woah- woah! are you okay?!” you sat up, patting your boyfriends body.

“the snow protected me...” he breathed out, closing his eyes. “and you protected me,” you smirked, pecking his lips. “now get up. we have a snowman to build.” you pulled him up, holding his chest so he doesn’t fall.”

“it’s really cold.” he shivered, holding your hand. “yeah, and you look cute y’know.” you smiled at him. “w-what?” he averted his eyes from you, a mix of pink and red dusting over his cheeks. “you look cute.” you poked his cheek, letting his hand go.

he frowned from the loss of contact but followed you regardless. “okay, you start with the body and i’ll get the accessories.” you patted his shoulders, walking away to find a stick, carrots and some buttons.

he nodded and you heard him shiver and sigh. you walked in the house and stomped your boots on the floor, shaking the snow off. you quickly ran to the living room and bent down, picking up the lighter from the table. you relit the fireplace and stood back up, walking into the kitchen.

you took out a carrot from the fridge and outside of the window, you see tamaki building the torso. you smile to yourself and walk into the bedroom, going over to the drawer. you pulled out the sewing kit and a took out the box of buttons.

you went back outside and tamaki turned his head, smiling at you. “finally. now you can help me build this damn thing.” he laughed and you playfully rolled your eyes. you set down the buttons and carrot, and helped tamaki lift up the torso.

“while you were gone, i got the sticks so you don’t have to worry about that.” he told you, shaking the snow off his gloves once you finished placing the torso. “aw, thanks.” you laughed, leaving multiple kisses on his face.

“s-stop...let’s just finish the snowman.” he blushed deeply, helping you make the head.

“i love it!” you smiled, gushing over the snowman in front of you guys. “y/n...it’s not done yet.” tamaki blinked at the snowman. “oh yeah! i don’t know how i forgot!” you ran over next to the snowman, picking up the carrot.

you stuck it right in the middle of it’s face and picked up the button’s. tamaki smiled, watching you get all excited over a snowman. he loved seeing you happy.

“okay! and we’re done!” you grunted, standing up. you ran over to tamaki and laced his hand in yours, admiring the snowman.

“it’s so pretty!” you shook tamaki by leaning side to side. “not as pretty as you.” he nudged you back, blushing. your eyes widened and you felt yourself getting flustered.

“i—ahem— so...oh! wait!” you took off your scarf and hat, putting it on the snowman. “now, we’re done.” you stood proudly, admiring your work. “you did good, baby. now can we go back inside? we’re both gonna freeze our butt’s off out here.” tamaki shivered once again.

“yeah, yeah, you’re right.” you sighed, grabbing your boyfriends hand once again, dragging him in the house. you both took off your shoes and your coats. “i need to go change, i’ll be back!” you looked back at tamaki as you ran to the bathroom.

“okay, whew- it’s really warm in here. i’m glad i relit the fireplace.” you rubbed your arms, walking out with socks, sweatpants, and a sweater. “me too, now come cuddle me please.” he made grabby hands at you.

you couldn’t help but laugh and dive into his arms, smooching his face almost a thousand times. “s-stop!! oh my god...” he blushed deeply, looking away. “haha, sorry.” you kissed him once more, laying your head on his chest.

“that was...kinda fun. besides the freezing cold.” he traced random lines across your back. “yeah,” you laughed. “i’m glad we did this today.” you yawned, feeling sleepy. “me too. now get some sleep, baby.” he smiled to himself, feeling your chest heave up and down on his.