#marco bodt

[quintilli0n]

Jean's guardian angel 🕊️🔥

[dumdeedummy]

a tiny little artdump!

jeanmarco chilling on the wall, so romantic

and little doodles of characters from the season 4, it was very fun to draw them like this

[l1p3k4]

happy birthday my king ⨻NOT A SHIP ART⨻

[skinofalien]

Shinzo wo Sasageyo!

[Update: Sorry, it has Glaze to protect my work from AI]

[fushidolli]

thinking about pretty, submissive men. men who are certified sluts and s-tier good boys. men who take what you give them with gratitude, even if they're being reduced to a babbling mess.

they'd moan and whimper and writhe beneath you, begging for more, wanting — no, needing — you to fuck them dumb. whose cock would be so red, so sensitive, practically begging for your attention.

and i'm not even talking just the mlm ships. i love yaoi. love reading about these lovely men getting their faces shoved into the pillow, tight holes pounded into oblivion while they're told to fucking take it. love it when they rut desperately into the mattress and stain the sheets with their cum, all while whining about how their lover's cock is just too big. they're being stretched out, stuffed to the brim, used like a cocksleeve. it's filthy and they love it.

but it's absolutely delicious seeing these pretty princes be taken care of by their woman.

being told to just sit back and relax. having their tip sucked and teased until it flushes red. being edged mercilessly for hours, no release in sight. and if she's feeling nice, she'd ride him nice and slow — all while he cries from the overstimulation. he'd want to cum as soon as his tip enters her velvet walls, gasping like he was drowning, gripping her hips like a vice, trying to lift her off. he'd whine and cry out, composure nonexistent, begging to fill her up. and she'd say no. she'd bottom out, keep him there, let him twitch.

but she'd also wipe his tears, gently shush him, tell him to be good. and that'd be all he needs to endure, to let his cries dissolve into weak hiccups, to just lie there and take what she gives.

because even though their job is to lie there and look pretty, they aim to please. and if that means being a human fleshlight or dildo, then they're more than happy to oblige.

[kny] giyuu tomioka, genya shinazugawa, tanjiro kamado

[jjk] satoru gojo, yuta okkotsu, takuma ino, choso kamo

[aot] armin arlert, jean kirschtein, marco bodt

[bnha] izuku midoriya, denki kaminari

+ your faves

a/n: i loveeeeee me a whiny whimpering man

a/n pt2: updated to correct misused terminology. i was unaware of "pillow princess" being a lesbian-exclusive term in general, and tbh that was the only descriptive term i could think of at the time of writing this post, but now we're fixing that. to those who educated/corrected me, thank you! <3

header/dividers: @/cafekitsune

[musapylsa]

he deserves to see the ocean :(

[natsuki208]

This meme was inspired by @zuzusexytiems

[andherewego-again]

WEARING THEIR CLOTHES

how would attack on titan boys react to you wearing their clothes, with only underwear underneath?

[[ suggestive ]]

includes: eren, armin, levi, jean, reiner, bertolt, erwin, connie, porco

eren yeager

clothing item: his worn-out, heavy dark gray hoodie that falls past your thighs

his reaction: would double-take when you walk into the kitchen, his eyes dropping to your bare legs before tracing up to the giant hem. a slow smirk would spread across his face as he hooks two fingers into the hoodie strings, pulling you flush against him

"looks way better on you anyway... but don't think you're wearing much else for the rest of the day"

armin arlert

clothing item: his thick, oversized vintage cardigan buttoned up over your chest

his reaction: starry-eyed and beaming. a rosy blush would cover his cheeks. seeing you so cozy makes him feel so cozy and he would immediately pull you into the fluffy bed blankets to cuddle

"you look so precious... come back to bed, let we wrap the rest of the blanket around us"

levi ackerman

clothing item: his plain, extra soft black fitted t-shirt that drapes loose on you

his reaction: he would raise a single eyebrow, inspecting the way the shoulder seams sat past your shoulders, before his expression softens into quiet satisfaction. he would reach out, gently pinching the excess, loose fabric hanging off your arm. a faint, soft shift relaxes the usual tension around his eyes

"look at this. sleeves are completely hollow... you're drowning in the arms" (he would give the loose sleeve a tiny, affectionate tug, his voice dropping into a rasp) "tch. keep it on. at least it's clean"

jean kirstein

clothing item: his oversized flannel that was left hanging on the back of a chair

his reaction: he would freeze mid-step, leaning against the doorway with a slow, appreciative scan that lingers on your bare legs before tracing up to the open collar. a confident and charming smirk would break out across his face. he would walk over slowly, arms wrapping loosely around your waist to pull you in close, humming softly as his thumb traces your hipbone right at the hem

"i just spent an hour looking for that shirt... but honestly? it looks a hell of a lot better on you than it ever did on me" (he would lean down to press a slow, warm kiss to your jaw, whispering against your skin) "guess i'm never getting it back now, huh?"

reiner braun

clothing item: his heavy, oversized high school varsity jacket; thick leather sleeves, wool body, and his old varsity letter on the chest

his reaction: he would also freeze when he walks into the room, his eyes getting wide as he processes what you are wearing. the massive leather sleeves would hang completely past your hands, and the broad shoulders sit halfway down your arms. a deep, flustered blush would hit his cheeks before turning into a massive, tender smile. he would walk over and just completely wrap his broad arms around you, burying his face in your shoulder as he breathes you in

"god, look at you... if i had known you back in high school and saw you wearing my jacket like this, i probably would've fainted on the spot" (he would gently hook his thumbs into the oversized collar, pulling you up to press a sweet, lingering kiss to your forehead) "it looks a thousand times better on you than it ever did on me. wear it whenever you want"

bertolt hoover

clothing item: his blue massive, soft zip-up hoodie that hangs almost down to your knees

his reaction: he would blush so intensely, stammering a bit because he is so overwhelmed by how sweet you look drowning in his clothes. he would step up to roll the extra long sleeves up for you so your hands can peek out

"is... is it warm enough? you can wear it whenever you want..."

erwin smith

clothing item: one of his classic white button-down shirts, left unbuttoned just enough that the wide collar slips completely off one side, exposing your neck and shoulder

his reaction: he would set his coffee mug down on the desk. his deeply appreciative eyes trace the path of the fabric slipping off your bare shoulder down to where the hem hits your thighs. his usual stoic posture melts into a slow, devastatingly attractive smirk as he gestures for you to come closer

"it seems my shirt has trouble staying on your shoulder, darling..." (he reaches out, his warm thumb softly tracing your exposed collarbone before pulling you onto his lap) "a remarkably dangerous look to walk around in while i'm trying to work"

marco bodt

clothing item: his cozy, soft-knit beige sweater that slips slightly off one shoulder

his reaction: face would immediately turn a bright pink. he would gasp softly with pure adoration, dropping his dishtowel to pull you into a tight, warm hug. he rests his chin on your head

"you look so warm! it smells like you now, so it is officially yours"

connie springer

clothing item: his graphic streetwear hoodie that hits halfway down your thighs

his reaction: would point and burst out laughing at your completely hidden hands. he'd immediately grab the long, empty ends of your sleeves, flopping them back and forth like little bird wings before pulling you into a tight bear hug

"look at you, where did your hands go?! you look ridiculous and super cute --- give me a kiss"

porco galliard

clothing item: his dark leather jacket --- cool silver zippers, stiff leather, and a soft inner lining draped over your bare shoulders and underwear

his reaction: he would walk in and stop dead in his tracks, his eyes darting down to your bare legs before snapping back up. a deep and bright crimson flush would spread straight to his ears. he would scowl hard, crossing his arms and rolling his eyes to cover up how fast his heart is pounding. but, a helpless, possessive smirk would betray him completely. he steps up to you, grabbing the cool leather lapels to pull you flush between his knees

"you're stealing my leather jacket now? the shoulders are practically falling off you" (he would huff, tracing a thumb along the lapel right over your collarbone while looking anywhere but your eyes) "... whatever. just leave it on. you look good"

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