#aot headcanons

[antheshewro]

I seriously love your headcanons, mind if well have some more pretty please 🥹🙏

Hey! Sorry for the late reply.

I absolutely would love to write more, since now I have more free time. You tell me which ones you want, if you want something specific for example ♡

Feel free to send some request 🐇

[chasmofdepravity]

I’m a vegan (modern) Hange truther

[ikajaeger]

LEASH OFF JÄGER

❤️🖤❤️🖤❤️🖤❤️🖤❤️🖤❤️🖤❤️🖤❤️🖤❤️🖤

warnings: riding, "pussy", "cock", "dick", mating press, biting, choking, female reader, crying, unprotected sex, vaginal penetration

🔞 Minors Do Not Interact 🔞

Eren guides your hips up and down his shaft, his large hands spread on your soft cheeks. You grip his shoulders for support; it usually gets fast quick. Eren is lost in your body. This is spiritual for him. His nose traces your neck, taking in the scent of every string of sexually charged sweat. The atmosphere around you is hot and moist.

"Pussy so good, my fairy," Eren groans out, panting. He bites into the spot right under your ear, making your whole body tingle, walls fluttering around Eren's cock. Your eyes roll back and twitch individually like a broken doll. Eren's eyes are staring up at that expression, squeezing your ass tightly and keeping you down for a few seconds, so full of him you can't breathe.

"Ah-! G-God, Eren.." your voice trembles. Your hand pauses midair, not sure whether to hold his forearm or not.

"Shhhhh," he places a finger on his lips, keeping you down. You sigh and give in, your head leaning back as you got used to all that dick parked in your cervix, getting wetter and wetter. You firmly believed no one else could do you like Eren Jaeger.

He maneuvers you slowly into a mating press on his bed, driving himself slow and deep at an upwards angle, knocking the breath from your lungs. You close your eyes. He does all the work. All you have to do is enjoy.

"I'm hitting it right, Y/N?" His strong biceps embrace your head, his hot lips against your temple. Your skin prickles at the sound of his breathing. Your legs part to make room for him, as you let out laboured breaths, feeling pressure in your insides. His skin is warm. His sweat is cool. You try to catch your breath, but all of Eren's weight is on top of you. Your fingers cup Eren's chin, tipping it up so your eyes lock. His face is flushed, hair damp and falling down the sides of his face and shoulders. He looks almost meek, cheek leaning against your palm.

He bites the fleshy part of your thumb and rises up, like a beast from hiding. You get only a split second of recognition, of that look in his eye, before a hand swiftly comes down, choking you into the mattress. Eren pulls out until just the tip. You squirm, words dying on your tongue as he drives back in with a long grunt. He throws his head back in pleasure. His Adam's apple bobs. Eren sighs, twitching inside you.

You feel all the air getting knocked out of your system. Your back arches, incoherent words leaving your lips as Eren fucks you so good. Eren's hands trace your breasts, playing with your nipples, as they bounce with every thrust. You're loud and filthy. Eren's rhythm is dirty and raw. The bed creaks. His hair sticks to his forehead.

"Y/N, this is heaven," he pants. His biceps flex when his grip tightens on your throat.

You can't get a single word out. Your hips match his rhythm. Eren leans down again and captures your lips in a seering kiss. The cold metal of his necklace teases the skin on your neck.

"Fuck... lost in your pussy, my pretty fairy," he moans between passionate kisses, hot breath mixing. His hand finally leaves your throat, moving down to your waist. Your arms wrap around Eren's neck. You fuck like there's no tomorrow, limbs in a tangle, not like animals, but not like humans either.

The two of you feel that pressure together, Eren holding you tight. He buries his face into your hair. Your nails dig into his biceps.

"Please," he groans, eyes rolled back into his skull. He lets out a sob against your ear and coats your insides with his substance.

You, on the other hand, don't even speak. All you can do is moan and curse under your breath. The orgasm hit you like an ocean wave, washing away all of your being and quelling your deepest desires. You feel a zap straight from your toes to your head, leaving you dizzy.

Eren wipes his tears and collects you in his arms, fixing your hair and kissing each breast. He slowly pulls out, tantalisingly teasing every lit nerve in your pussy.

"I'll get pizza for my pussy fairy," he says in a muffled voice, eyes closed between your breasts.

A/N: Since you're here anyway, I'm Ika. I'm a DOMESTIC VIOLENCE VICTIM. I've been PHYSICALLY abused to the point of BLACK and YELLOW BRUISES. I've been SLAPPED on the FACE multiple times. I've been NEGLECTED and VERBALLY ABUSED. I have PROOF. Please donate a dollar at my Ko-Fi in my bio so I can move out. Don't donate more, just a dollar.

Buy Ika a Coffee

Become a supporter of Ika today!

[ikajaeger]

Eren calling you a btch and slapping you lmao.

[ikajaeger]

You Never Say I Love You Back

You couldn't name one good thing Eren had given you in the relationship aside from the dick. He never paid for your hair, nails, wax, or anything. You did everything on your own, and happily, but along the line of dating him, you hadn't realized when you'd become so dependant and needy. Especially on someone so avoidant and boring like Eren. No wonder girls threw themselves at him. When you had looks, you wouldn't really care about building your personality.

You'd broken up and it's been barely three weeks. It was an on-and-off thing, and every parting argument he left you with, he told you he knew you'd come back crying. You hated it. It broke your heart. And most of all, it felt like some sort of self-fulfiling prophecy, where you think so much about that one phrase that it ends up manifesting itself. You know what they say, when you don't want to think of a black dog, suddenly it's all you can think of.

It wasn't fun running into Eren often, since you went to the same grocery store, same park and had mutual friends. It felt like half of you was just... gone. You missed the feeling of imagining Eren's potential. You missed his hand in yours. You missed his head on your lap while listening to his problems.

You mumbled a soft apology to yourself and wiped your tears, swinging your legs off the bed and putting your slippers on. Your keys jingled as you pocketed them and made your way to your car. The drive was.. therapeutic, almost. You turned The Color Violet and drove down Eren's street.

Eren was in his bathroom, brushing his teeth when he heard the rumbling of an engine from downstairs. He paused in recognition. Eren almost burst out laughing, but bit his cheek. He rinsed up and fixed his hair. He had to look his best to see that pathetic look on your face when begging for his scraps.

Eren walked up to the door and opened, lighting a cigarette. He leaned against the doorway.

You felt small in the driver's seat, taking a long breath and letting out an even longer exhale. You hoped Eren missed you. Heartbreak and distance can so easily warp a person's true reality into a mixture of everything you'd ever want them to be. You suck it up and exit the car. You didn't feel sad as much as you missed your beautiful boy.

Your steps up the stairs come to an immediate stop when you look up, meeting Eren's eyes at the doorway. He was standing there. Did he know? Did he purposely wait to humiliate you? No fair... the look in his eyes don't match your dreams. Everything comes crashing back to you, and you can't help but feel so stupid. Things don't magically change, what a surprise.

Your eyes soften anyway, swallowing the lump in your throat and racing up to meet Eren, not halfway. You collide gently against his chest and wrap your arms around him tightly. You could physically feel all self-control thrown out the window as you begin to cry.

Eren blows out a grey cloud and frowns, "hey, don't cry, man." He says quietly, patting your shoulder twice. His ego cracks. Eren sighs and pulls away, gesturing you in with a jerk of his chin. You feel drawn to him, like a magnetic pull.

You sit on your old bed in his bedroom, still recovering from your cries. You wipe them on your sleeve, bringing your emotions back to where you wore them.

"Eren.." you trail off, looking back over your shoulder to where Eren is putting out his cigarette butt in the ashtray. Eren's face is solemn. He meets your eyes and takes a seat next to you, maintaining eye contact.

You hear about Eren's experience in the breakup, nodding to every word and trying not to cry to every other one.

"It's okay.. I'm here now," your hand squeezes Eren's and gently turns it to face you. The back of your hand has never felt the warmth and embrace of this rough palm. Eren leans down towards you. His ears are hot, and you meet him halfway, pressing a kiss against his lips. Your heart races. You part and gaze into his deep blue-greens. Finally, tonight, you smile. Eren mirrors your smile.

"I'm sorry for leaving," you apologize.

Eren lets out a dry laugh, shaking his head, "It's alright. We're good now,"

You blush, "good as in..? You love me?" You ask, your body leaning towards him, like a sunflower tilting towards the sun for light.

"Do you love me?" He asks instead, and you eagerly nod. He chuckles, avoiding your eyes before meeting them again.

You scoot closer to Eren and hug his arm, a choked sob escaping your throat. Eren looks at you; down at you. You place your head in his lap and sniffle, looking up.

Eren gulps and scratches his head awkwardly. You give him a sad smile, taking his hand and bringing it up to rest against your cheek. You close your eyes, mouth and nose buried into his palm. You take a deep inhale and slowly open your eyes back, speaking slightly muffled, "you never say I love you back,"

A/N: Since you're here anyway, I'm Ika. I'm a DOMESTIC VIOLENCE VICTIM. I've been PHYSICALLY abused to the point of BLACK and YELLOW BRUISES. I've been SLAPPED on the FACE multiple times. I've been NEGLECTED and VERBALLY ABUSED. I have PROOF. Please donate a dollar at my Ko-Fi in my bio so I can move out. Don't donate more, just a dollar.

Buy Ika a Coffee

Become a supporter of Ika today!

I just wanted to write something sad.. I'm not sure what this is I'm sorry.

[solinadays]

Caleb from love island is how I’m gonna picture Reiner’s accent. Thick and heavy. Like him.

[ikajaeger]

TONGUE KISSING EREN IN THE DARK AND HE CANT STOP SMILING AS WERE KISSING

[ikajaeger]

Depressed Eren...

"Everything you do to escape fate is fate itself."

The first thing he does is starve. Eren knows he doesn't deserve food when he's like this. Self-blame is his best friend. He isolates himself for a good week in his home. He needs a lot of time to recharge, but even then, not much mental progress is achieved in solitude. He usually just pretends the problem doesn't exist. A stubble and a dirt stache begins to grow. His nails are long.

If Levi hadn't played a significant part in Eren's upbringing, he would've neglected basic hygiene as well, but it was embedded in his psyche already, so showers were still routine. Eren was clean, just not well-groomed. He had a habit of biting his lips a lot when he was stressed. They were chapped and pale. If his thoughts got too scary, he'd scream into his pillow or punch his walls until it hurt. Eren hated that sinking feeling he got when the sun would set. Nights were the hardest. He couldn't sleep, and he swore he could hear things.

Eren had moments where he'd crack and regress. He'd hug a pillow tight and play with his own hair, while calling himself a fucking idiot. He didn't know what he'd do if anyone found out this was how he was when upset.

Music and boxing was his escapism. His idol was Tyler Durden, and he thought that guy was cool as fuck. Eren was motivated by anger and shame, which is why none of his relationships worked out. He was deeply wounded and never believed he was enough. A good hour abusing his punching bag would be his outlet.