#aot final season
Tatakae!
Oh lord- it’s so upsetting how short the AOT episodes feel this far in the game
Are any of us even mentally or physically prepared for the new chapter?….
LMFAOOOO
down bad!!
AAAAAAH
THEY’RE SO CUUUUUTE
Yeager brothers
Last chapter of Snk in less than a week… Am I okay? No. Thanks for asking though.
We were robbed of older Bertholdt, so here he is!
They are the same now
Queen
Levi Ackerman episode 85
“Wow, you look so cool! Are you kids playing gangster?”
IM SCREAMING
YOU CANT TELL ME THIS WASNT A THREAT!! HE THREATEN THEM AND DIDNT SAY A SINGLE WORD!!
Finally finished this piece, it’s been sitting on my computer since season 4 came out.
We Armin simps here.
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Good puppy
Hange x reader // fem!reader
Porn with
slightplot this time
second full smut, what do ya’ll think.
Warnings: Fingering, cunnilingus, use of puppy, reader has a vagina, nipple play is slightly mentioned, slight pet play, swearing
This is a lesbian relationship
You were opening your own exhibit in an art gallery on the west side of town, it was for your final exam- meaning your entire class would be attending and critiquing your art.
To say you were nervous was an understatement, seeing as you had created a trail in the carpet from your constant pacing. It didn’t help that you couldn’t tie your necktie properly, creating one big knot every time you tried.
Hange was hogging your shared room, studying for their forensic science exam. The goal was to refrain from bothering them, but Hange knew how to tie those damned things.
You had no other choice than to barge in, necktie in hand, and give them the biggest puppy eyes you could muster.
They looked up from their work at the sudden intrusion, finding humor in your desperation. “Can’t tie it?” Hange asked, fly aways clouding their vision. They patted their lap, tilting their head to the side. “C’mere.”
Pausing for a brief moment, you took in their appearance: black sweatpants, your white t-shirt, and the unicorn slippers you had gifted them for christmas- “Oh..yeah, okay.” Catching on to your nervousness, Hange shot you a smile. “I tried for like 30 minutes,” you whined, handing them the necktie. “Stupid thing wouldn’t work.”
They laughed, standing up when you didn’t sit, and began tying it around your neck, “You’re so cute,” Hange cooed, fingers messing with the material. “I’ll teach you sometime, it’s pretty easy.”
A brief silence passed as they tightened it, eyes meeting yours as the material tugged you closer, “Are you nervous?” The way they said it seemed mocking, eyes narrowing as they cocked their head to the right.
The temperature felt like it rose 30 degrees, beads of sweat beginning to form on your body. “I uh- yes, I am. It’s my first ope-”
You were cut off as Hange tugged at the tie again, using it as if it were a leash. “Ah, ah, wrong answer, sweetheart.“ They smiled, wrapping the fabric around their wrist, pushing you down as you looked up at them; puppy dog eyes pleading.
The floor beneath your knees was plush, the brown carpet soft- better than the wood in the living room.
An ache between your legs grew- you hadn’t even realized how wet you were until Hange looked down at you. “My opening…it’s in less than an hour..” you trailed off, eyes glued to the rise and fall of their chest. “We can’t-”
Fingers gripped your jaw, gently tilting your head up enough to meet their eyes. “Sweetheart, 30 minutes is all I need.” their fingers fell, but you remained looking up; pleading. “Don’t look at me like that, I need to hear you say it,” they muttered, brushing the hair out of your eyes. “Speak, puppy.”
You huffed out a quiet ‘arf’, making Hange giggle. “Not like that, puppy. Use your words: yes or no.”
“Yes, please Hang-” you were cut off, the force of them tugging you from your knees leaving you breathless.
They attached their lips to yours hungrily, teeth clacking together from the sheer force.
Hange set at a brutal pace, their fingers dancing along your sides: one hand sliding up your shirt, the cold of it causing a shiver to run through you.
“What a good girl,” they whispered in between kisses, unclasping your bra. “Deserve a treat, don’t you?”
The most you could do was helplessly nod as they teased your nipples, tugging and pinching them between their cold fingers.
“Hange,” you moaned, tangling your hand in their hair as the other gripped the desk behind you. “Don’t- don’t stop,” breathless as your arousal grew.
Breaking the kiss, Hange began to trail open-mouth kisses along your neck, careful not to leave a hickey or mark; their other hand slid down your side, gripping your thigh hard enough to bruise. “Get on the desk,” they commanded, pushing you back when you took too long.
Everything was rushed- normally you’d still be making out, but Hange was desperate and you only had 20 more minutes- they didn’t have a moment to spare.
Hastily, they unbuttoned your pants, tossing them to the side as they pulled your plain pink panties to your ankles. “Nice underwear,” Hange commented, kissing your thighs. you felt a rush of embarrassment run through you; face growing redder.
"Shut up,” you whined, head falling to the side. A wooden picture frame sat on the desk, behind the glass was a photo of you and Hange when you went to France. “mangez-moi déjà,” the words sparked a hunger within Hange as they bore into you.
Spreading your legs further, they removed the underwear off of you completely: 10 more minutes. “Did I tell you to speak, puppy?” they slipped two fingers in, head tilting as they watched the way your greedy cunt sucked them in. “More?”
They littered your thigh in love bites, lips brushing against your clit while they continued teasing you.
Your eager moans gave the confirmation they needed, slipping another finger in. “Such a good puppy for me, hm?” Hange pulled themselves closer, replacing their fingers with their tongue. Flat against your folds, they began lapping up your wetness- similar to a thirsty dog.
Hange’s hair was knotted around your fingers, causing slight pain everytime you tugged, but it only egged them on.
They delivered a long lick from the bottom of your vulva to the clit, latching on; creating a small O shape with their lips around the clit as they began sucking and kitten licking.
“Oh my god- Hange, i”m cl-” three fingers slipped inside, curling against your g-spot. Five minutes was all they had to make you cum. “Fu- holy shit,” you moaned, legs clamping around their head as they continued sucking.
The mix of their fingers plunging in and out of you, the vortex they’ve created around your clit- you’re coming undone in seconds, paralyzed as pleasure racks through you.
Your mouth is wide open as your head hangs off the desk, a series of whimpers and whines leaving you as your eyes roll back.
Two minutes left, the time it takes you to recover.
Your hair is a mess, makeup smudged and face red. Creases litter your once pristine, white shirt and you smell of sex, but there is no time to clean up as you throw your pants on; legs wobbly, Hange has to help you.
Hange is proud of the mess they made out of you, desk and face covered in your juices as they kiss you goodbye.
“Good luck on your presentation, puppy.” a wink follows their comment, watching with adoration as you rush out of the house.
This man. Plus a golden retriever.
Iwill live that life. Thank you!
Birthday of best girl and best boy
