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Why’re they silly like that 🤨⁉️
Happy birthday hange zoe attack on titan 🤩👍
Hanger my beloved
GIANT SKETCH DUMP FROM MY NOTES DOC?? 😨😸⁉️🔥🔥🔥🔥 featuring aot (of course, help me), Chainsawman, and birds??
>>> Aot spoiler cap 137 >>>
"Maybe... the reason i was born... was so that the three of us could be racing there" -Armin Arlert
Don't repost please!!!
✨Eren✨
Nuevo novio imaginario wii
Guys brain rot over im done drawing aot
SIKE I LIED 🗣️🗣️🗣️🗣️🗣️🗣️🗣️🗣️🗣️🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥
Brain rot NOT ❌ over 😸🥰🤪
Here is a quick sketch panel redraw from chapter 84!! Original below 😼👍
Chat this show got me tweaking out fr fr 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭
Uugghahhhh,,mmmkkghhhh 😔
SHHH! Library Rules.
college!nerd armin who sits one row behind you in a lecture and tries to focus on the slides but your thighs are just... right there. crossed, jiggling slightly as you bounce your leg out of boredom, little skirt riding up when you shift—he’s not even hearing the professor anymore. his notes are just bullet points that say:
thighs.
thighs???
fucking thighs.
and he gets so flustered, like he adjusts his big round glasses and pretends to take notes but his face is flushed and his jeans are getting uncomfortably tight...
later that night? he’s scrolling through his phone and lands on your post—it’s a mirror pic, a seemingly innocent story—but you’re sitting on your bed with one leg up and he snaps. doesn't even make it to his bed. he’s jerking off in his desk chair, moaning like he’s being tortured, trying to keep quiet as he strokes himself to the thought of your thighs wrapped around his head, suffocating him.
armin doesn't believe his ears when you ask him to study. flash a sweet little smile. tilt your head just a little bit. he's halfway through chewing on his pen cap when you lean over his desk and say, “hey, armin. wanna go over notes together at the library?”
his brain short circuits.
he literally forgets how to speak for a full second. then manages a weak, breathy, “yeah—uh. yes. i mean. i can. i’d like that.”
you thank him like it’s nothing. walk away like you didn’t just leave a smouldering crater in his chest. but you know exactly what you’re doing. because later that evening, you show up to the library in that skirt. the tiny pink one. and the thigh highs with the little bow at the top. like a sin made of silk and smugness.
you sit across from him. cross your legs real slow.
he swallows.
don’t look. don’t look. okay, you looked. fuck.
and swallows again when you lean forward, pretending to scan your textbook, the movement making your skirt ride just a little higher.
you’re no fool. you’ve been aware of armin’s situation for a while now. the way he covers his boner with his notebook when you glance over during lectures? adorable. you’ve caught him staring at you from across the common room at least a dozen times. and those dorm parties he claims he “hates”? yeah, he only ever shows up to sit beside you and pretend he’s not practically drooling at the smell of your perfume. you think it’s sweet, in a pathetic sort of way.
you decide to tease him. just to see how long he’ll keep the good boy act up for. how long before that polite, bashful smile cracks into something desperate. how long before he snaps.
you shift in your seat, the toe of your boot nudging his ankle under the table. he freezes. you feign ignorance. flip a page. rest your hand on your thigh, drawing slow, idle circles with your finger against the exposed skin. then, you let your leg drift sideways—just barely brushing his.
armin squirms in his chair. what do people even do in situations like this? his knuckles go white where he grips his pen. his legs squeeze together.
you don’t even look up. just mumble something about not understanding the chapter. and he’s nodding too fast. offering help with a cracked voice, eyes wide, flushed down to his collarbones.
he’s shaking. he’s dying. he’s hard.
you lean in even closer—close enough to count the individual lashes framing his eyes, pupils dilated. his breath is shaky, coming in short bursts, and you can practically feel his pulse racing.
his ocean eyes flicker down to your lips before darting back to yours, a silent invitation. his breath hitches as you inch closer, every nerve in his body firing at once. he wants this, wants you, but his mind’s a whirlwind—should he pull back? should he stay still and let the moment breathe?
and then, you kiss him. soft at first, giving him time to adjust. he lets out a heavy sigh against your lips. he tastes like something fruity—like strawberry flavoured gum. the kiss is sweet, subtle and tender, like a vanilla note mixed with a slight tang, like a soft citrus. but it quickly deepens, your hands roaming over his body, teasing the warm skin of his chest through his shirt. you make quick work of his buttons, slipping your hands inside, tracing the lines of his lean chest.
your fingers tweak his nipples, pulling a gasp from him. his hands immediately fly to your waist, pulling you closer. you can feel his body trembling beneath your touch, his chest heaving as he tries to steady himself.
“oh?” you smirk, getting closer, voice dripping with playful mischief. you do it again, only this time, your nails catch the fabric, teasing that soft spot until he can’t keep it together. “sensitive?”
he nods—his face is a mess. eyes wide, like he’s been caught in the worst way possible. but then? he whimpers. you can’t help but smirk at the sound, feeling the heat rising in your own chest.
your fingers tease at the hem of his shirt, touch feather-light but deliberate. his breath hitches, lips parting with a muted gasp when your nails graze the skin just above his waistband. he’s so responsive—every little touch draws out a sound. a whine. a strangled noise that barely makes it past his throat.
he shouldn’t be this turned on from a few light touches. his thighs are tensed like he’s trying not to rut up into you—like that would make this moment disappear. like it would scare you off. but god, it’s getting harder to stay still.
he can’t fully enjoy this. not really. he feels guilt—it’s heavy in his gut. it’s wrong, right? you’re just teasing him. he doesn’t deserve someone like you. but your touch, the way your leg brushes his, the way you’re looking at him like you know what you’re doing, making him lose his mind—it’s too much.
his fingers twitch. his dick aches for release, but he can't—he can’t—let himself go any further. not like this. not when he’s been fantasizing about this moment for weeks. he can’t just be this fucking needy. can’t be this much of a mess in front of you. it’s—
“i…” his voice cracks, just as he feels his heart slam in his chest.
“’min?” you tease, just a little too sweet, fingers tracing his thighs like you have all the time in the world.
“i have to tell you something,” he breathes out, a desperate, breathy whisper. he’s panting, struggling to hold it together. he presses his hands flat on the table, palms sweating, trying to steady himself.
you look up at him with curiosity. his heart races, and the words are choking him. he bites his lip, all at once embarrassed and unbearably turned on.
“i—i—" he stops, gasping for air, hands shaking. "i can’t—i’ve been thinking about this… about you.” he’s so close, so close to breaking. his voice is strained, trembling under the weight of what he’s saying. “when i touch myself… it’s—it's you, okay?” he barely manages to get the words out, feeling like his insides are liquefying under the weight of it.
you freeze, smile faltering. “did you?” you whisper, your tone low and teasing.
“i’m sorry,” he gasps, eyes wide with guilt and the flush of shame creeping up his neck. “it’s... i didn’t mean—fuck, i shouldn’t have said that.”
you don't give him a chance to retreat. “no need to apologize, armin,” you say, the words dripping with something that feels like victory. “you’re cute when you’re this honest.”
and then, it’s quiet—just long enough to hear him choke back another whimper of frustration, as if his body is already begging for more. "but don’t think i’ll let you off that easy, hmm?"
his hands are trembling where they clutch your waist, like he’s not even sure he’s allowed to touch you like this. you nip at his bottom lip, smile curling against his mouth when he gasps again. you straddle him so that your thighs are on each side of his, and armin thinks he could die like this—caged between you, drowning in your scent.
but you take it a step further. you place your knee against his sensitive bulge and he lets out the prettiest moan you’ve ever heard. his hands grip at your hips harder, as if anchoring himself to reality, but you can feel the way his muscles lock in restraint. the sounds of a conversation drift from behind a nearby bookshelf, but all he can hear now is the blood rushing in his ears.
the noise nearby only adds on to your excitement. having armin— armin who’d ditch anybody to study for a test, armin who colour-codes his notes and panics if he’s not fifteen minutes early to each lecture—underneath you like this? it fills you with a sense of pride knowing you’re the only one that can reduce him to nothing but a horny mess.
your thigh rocks against his twitching bulge, back and forth, slow and mean, like you're testing him. and armin—sweet, delicate armin—falls to pieces.
his head lolls back against the chair, lips parted in a perfect ‘O’, breath stuttering out in high-pitched gasps. his eyes are glassy with tears and so, so bright, like he’s staring up at heaven and not at the ceiling of a dusty library. there’s drool slipping from the corner of his mouth—he doesn’t even notice. he’s too far gone. he looks pretty, absolutely destroyed, like his mind’s been wiped clean except for the feeling of your mouth on his nipple and your thigh grinding him down into nothing.
“nghhh—hah, i… i c-can’t think,” he whines, voice cracking, desperate and breathless. “feels too good, i’m— i’m gonna—!”
you coo against his skin, twisting gently at his nipple with your fingertips just to hear the helpless cry he gives in return. his hips jerk again, chasing the friction like he’s forgotten how to stop. he’s babbling now, barely making sense. “please, please, i—can’t—feels s’good, i—hahh—hurts—!”
his hands shake on your hips, clutching like he’s drowning, and all he can do is rut against your thigh while you kiss and suck at his chest like he’s yours to ruin.
his body trembles beneath yours, and the pressure builds too quickly, too intensely. he stammers out apologies, but before he can even register it, he’s cumming, and he bites his lip hard enough to draw blood. his face flushes bright red, humiliation flooding him as he whimpers, trying to recover his breath, lost in ecstasy. but its too late. someone’s footsteps are closer, and the sound of their voice drifts to your ears. he feels exposed, knowing the risk of someone walking in is too real, too immediate.
you dont stop rocking your thighs against his crotch, drawing out cries that feel much louder in the public area. armin begs you to stop with a weak, “please, I can’t take it, not—ngh—somebody’s gonna see…”
he thinks you’re going to let him cum again. god, he’s so close.
your thigh feel just right, your mouth is still on his chest, his hips are twitching up—and then you stop.
the friction disappears and your mouth leaves him with a soft pop, and armin lets out the whiniest noise, hands slapping over his mouth like didn’t mean to let it out.
“wha—n-no, no, please—”
“think i got enough out of today’s lesson, yeah? can’t spoil you too much, baby—you’ll get greedy.”
you run your fingers through his hair, so gentle it’s cruel.
“but don’t pout,” you coo. “i’ll give you another lesson. my dorm. if you behave.”
you get up and fix your clothes, slow and casual, like you didn’t just drive him to the edge of sanity. he twitches in your absence, like his body doesn’t know what to do without your weight on top of him.
“i’ll see you in class,” you toss over your shoulder with a wink.
and armin? armin is left there—completely ruined, dripping, thighs pressed tight together for any relief, praying nobody walks around the corner and finds him like this.
The would litterly ending
Meanwhile Zeke:
I Have Been lied to
ARMIN REALLY HAS HAZEL EYES NOT BLUE LIKE IN THE ANIME
If you don't believe me
Manga
Anime
WHY HAS NOBODY TALKED ABOUT THIS OR HAVE FAN ART LIKE ERENS EYES AND HAVE BOTH COLORED EYES
Jean x Armin headcanon
Ok because no one gave me anything I'm doing one of my favorite ships
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Who confessed first: shockingly Armin at first he was blushing and stuttering and then he couldn't take anymore so we just grab Jean and kiss him
Who kissed first: Armin
Did they tell anyone?: Even though Jean wanted to tell people Armin didn't but then an incident occurred where of this girl in the corps was was trying to flirt with Jean and Armin got really jealous so practically announced to the whole world that they were dating and everyone in Levi Squad saw
Who get jealous: They both get equally jealous
Who steals the blankets at night: Armin and Jean well either not notice(because he asleep) and freezes all night or it's an all out war for the blanket
Who tops: Jean definitely
Who cuddles the most: alone there both vary cuddling with each other but in public they act normal
Who gets horny in public: well it first starts off with Jean getting horny then he ends up turning Armin on and once they get home things get hot
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And that's all I can think of SEND SHIPS!
Random opinion that I'm going to get hate for
I LIKE GABBY AS A CHARACTER! They are in war and people in war are going to have to die. People only hate gabby because she killed Sasha. But she also kill a another character and no one is talking about him. If gabby annoyed you in the begining then that fine but most people hate her for killing Sasha. And I did cry when saw her dead but people are going to die in this story. Plus her home got attack. Of cores she's going to retaliate. And Eren I the reason that nearly got attacked in the first place because he got the servay core into is revenge so if there's really anyone to blame is Eren but I still don't hate him either. Sasha was one of my favorite characters and I was sad to see her go. But this is war. People are going to kill others and people are going to die.
Jean: EREN I'M GOING TO KILL YOU!!!!!!!
Armin: What did he do this time?
Jean: Read this
Armin: *reads chapter 105* WTF HAPPEND TO SASHA!!!!!
Jean: Eren happend
Armin: I give you my full permission to kill him
My little headcanon about Armin is that he likes/doesn’t mind the smell of cigarettes. He finds it somehow familiar and kinda relaxing (?) His mother and his grandfather used to smoke, so he is used to it and wouldn’t mind if you do.
Well, it depends.
He would never like the fact that his partner is a smoker due to the harmful consequences of it. But he also makes it clear that it doesn’t bother him at all; the smoke and the slight scent of tobacco impregnated in your hair or clothes.
Is it bad that he thinks it’s a little sexy??
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ℙ𝕚𝕟𝕤 𝕒𝕟𝕕 ℕ𝕖𝕖𝕕𝕝𝕖𝕤
Fic Type: Drabble (Requested) Fandom: Attack On Titan/SnK Pairing: Eren Yeager x Reader! Prompt: Reader is having a extremely bad day, filled with anxiety and Eren comforts her! Word Count:
"♥?" Eren's voice caused her to drop the box of supplies she was carrying. 'Shit...' she kneeled on the rocky pavement, picking up the supplies that spilled out. "I'm sorry!" He kneeled beside her, helping her pick up the mess that happened. "Are you alright?" He grabbed the final item and forced her to make eye contact with him. Her eyes darted to the left, "I'm fine." She stood up, lifting the box once more. "Why do I think you're lying." He tapped a finger against his lips, eyes narrowing at her, hoping that she'll confess to him. "Just a bit," you gave in.
"What's been bothering you?" Eren remained attached to her hip. Dropping the box onto a wooden counter, she huffed a strand of hair from out her face. "A bunch of things that I don't want to get into detail about." She admitted. "Do you wanna walk it out?" He recalled all of the times she'd visit his room while they were cadet trainees, asking him to walk through the forest with her since something was plaguing her mind at the time. "Sure," she smiled softly. He grinned back at her, grabbing her wrist to lead her out into the woods.
When the two of them were secluded deep enough, Eren found a fallen log, guiding ♥ to it for them to sit on. She ranted about all of the things that she had deemed went wrong in the day, and he nodded along, to show he was listening. He remained patient until she finished rambling. "I noticed you were...nervous around the new commanders." He pointed out. She nodded her head, turning her gaze to her hands as she began to mess with them. "Are you scared of them?" She looked at him as if to find amusement written on his face. Alternatively, she met with a look of concern. "No...it's just that they seem very strict." She revealed. He placed a hand on top of hers, "Just let me know if it's ever too much for you to handle." She nodded, enjoying the feeling of his hand of hers.
"Things are a lot different than they were in training." He hummed in agreement. "One thing's certain though," he looked at her. "I'm always going to stay by your side." He beamed. Returning his smile, she scooted closer to him and rested her head on his shoulder. "I hope so."
Hi~ Can I request headcanons for Mike having a little daughter? Like...How Mike with his wife take care of her, what kind of father he is and how the relationship with would be. Thanks you! ^^
Hello my lovely! Of course you can! Some fluff Mike HCs are exactly what I need rn, I haven’t had the greatest of days, so thank you!!
Fic Type: Headcanons
Fandom: Attack on Titan
Character: Father!Mike
Father!Mike HCs!
He would be the SWEETEST father EVER
Like he wouldn’t show it much but he cares and loves his daughter and wife so much
He would always want the best for her!
He’s generally really hands-on and spends as much time with her as he possibly could
He also loves teaching her new stuff! She’s interested in the ocean? He’ll get as many books as he possibly could to read to her at night. Wants to learn how to ride a horse? You bet he will bring out his steed and give her a practice run on it!
As for being a parent alongside his wife, he treats parenting as a 50/50. If his wife isn’t feeling good, he’ll more than happily step in her place. Most of the time they are both attentive to their daughter, constantly encouraging her strengths and helping her weaknesses.
As much as he hates leaving for work, he has to. But he keeps one of his daughter's ‘family portrait’ that she drew in his jacket all the time. You might even catch him smiling when he looks at it.
Honestly I can see him letting his daughter do makeup on him while his wife is away just to keep her entertained and to see her smile. (Come home and you just see Mike on the couch with his hair tied out of his face and messy lipstick)
Baking!! He loves it when they all bake together regardless of how messy it becomes, and ends up turning into a flour fight (started by Mike)
He ALWAYS brings back a souvenir for his daughter on his expeditions. A rock? Man she is PSYCHED over it. A lot of pretty flowers? His wife makes them into flower crowns for their daughter to wear. Her favorite thing he’s brought back is by far the rock, she drew a face on it and named it after him.
Overall, they are a small happy family who are close and 110% supportive of their daughter!
Orphic(Levi x Reader)
(adj.) Mysterious and entrancing; beyond ordinary understanding.
Fic Type: Drabble
Fandom: Attack on Titan
Pairing: Levi x Reader
Prompt: “I can’t believe you convinced me to do this”
Word Count: 288
“YOU LOOK SO HANDSOME!” Hange basically screaming at Levi. He glared daggers at her. “I can’t believe you convinced me to do this” He grumbled. “I didn’t convince you. In fact, no-one did.” The brunette replied, fixing his suit. “You took this role by force when you found out that (Y/N) was also going undercover.” Levi remained silent, but still seething. Once Hange left the room, he took a good look at himself in the mirror. While she was right about him jumping at the opportunity of going undercover with (Y/N) as a couple, it wasn’t for the reasons that she thought. Or that anyone thought for that matter. He just thought you weren’t competent enough to pull this off all on your own. At least that’s what he’s trying to convince yourself.
A gentle knock at the door brought him out of his thoughts. “Heichou?” You spoke softly, opening the door slowly in case he wasn’t decent. “What?” “The others are waiting for us.” He glanced over at you, taking in your appearance. Your (H/C) was out of it’s usual up-do, instead, pouring over your shoulders and perfectly framing your face. You wore a simple but pretty (F/C) dress that matched your (E/C) eyes perfectly. “Oh um. Thank you for joining me.” You smiled warmly at him. “Tsk. You would’ve died without me.” He walked past you, stopping next to you momentarily. “You clean up well.” Then he proceeded out to the corridor. “Was that supposed to be a compliment?” You asked yourself. Well it was nicer than anything he’s ever said to you or anyone for that matter. It must’ve been. Grinning, you trailed behind him, locking your arm with him once you both went outside.
Hiraeth (Mike x Reader)
(n.) A homesickness for a home to which you cannot return, a home which maybe never was; the nostalgia, the yearning, the grief for the lost places of your past.
Fic Type: Oneshot
Fandom: Attack on Titan
Pairing: Mike x Reader
Prompt: N/A
Word Count: 852
You sat outside alone. With your mud-ridden boots close to your chest, as you held them against you for some sort of comfort. The green cloak which was supposed to bring you comfort, instead make you shiver due to being soaked by the ongoing thunderstorm. You hardly could believe it. Your best friend was gone and you felt alone. Silently wishing that no one could dare to come outside, you started listening to the thunder rumbling the ground. It was sort of a soothing feelings that kept you grounded. Glancing at the woven bracelet that you and Petra made together, a sad smile made it’s way to your face remembering that you’ve never took it off since you two were training cadets. Although you were in separate squads, you missed her terribly. Even more now than every. She was like a sister you never had. ‘It was too soon.’ You whispered to yourself and let your head rest against your knees.
Unbeknownst to you, your squad leader Mike, was keeping an eye on you. He was aware of your close friendship with Petra. During his time observing you, a heavy feeling was strong in his chest. “She’s going to catch a cold...” The other members glanced up at their leader suddenly breaking the silence and then exiting outside.
The front door of your temporary cabin opening was enough to make you try to make yourself smaller by pressing your legs closer to you. However it’s physically impossible to, since you were already as close as you can be. Footsteps in the sludge moved closer to your location before stopping. Not wanting to raise your head to look at who it was, you closed your eyes. Instead of speaking, the person draped a jacket over you, to shield you from the rain. It was warm and larger in size compared to your teammates. You felt your stomach sink realizing that the probability of Mike being next to you was certain. He took a seat next to you, looking out to the horizon. “How are you holding up?” He questioned. You stayed silent, but you sat up. Tears trailed down your face. It was usually to hide anything from him. He knew regardless. At first his ability was terrifying, but you got used to it after awhile. He stood up and placed his hand on your head. The gesture made you look up at him. “C’mon on.” He took your hands and helped you onto your feet. “The path ahead will be rough.” He started, running his thumbs over your knuckles. “But we’re here for you. I’m here for you.” You gave him a small smile and he embraced you.
You returned inside with Mike by yourself. “I should probably shower.” Excusing yourself from the group, you retreat to your short-term dorm to grab your civilian clothes from your rug-sack. Continuing to the bathroom, you closed the door behind you and undressed. Proceeding to the shower stall, you set the temperature to warm. Not too hot or cold. Everything seemed bleak to you. Everything but Mike’s jacket. It made you feel some sort of way. As well as his embrace did. You shook the thought out of your head. ‘No...I’m just grieving.’ You convinced yourself that your feelings towards Mike were appreciative of him being there, not anything else. Once finished, you skipped dinner and decided to sleep early.
Promptly sitting up, you tore the covers off of you. You weren’t certain how long you were asleep for or what time it was, just that it was late. You let out a sigh and plop back down onto your bed. You outstretched your arm in-front of you, as you were in your dream. Trying to reach for her. You forced down the lump in your throat and sat up. Maybe a drink will help you settle down. Opening your door and stepping you, you bumped into a figure. “I’m sorry (Y/N).” You gazed up and was met with Mike’s gray eyes. “No, I’m sorry. I wasn’t paying attention.” You replied. “I was actually coming to check up on you.” His response took you off guard. “Oh...thank you.” The two of you stood in silence for a few more minutes. He looked like he was debating on saying something or not. “Do...you need company?” Your face slightly heated up at his words. It felt weird accepting but it wasn’t like you two were going to sleep together. And you weren’t in the best of mind to be alone right now. “I’d like that.” You gave him bittersweet smile.
Forgetting about the drink, you led Mike into your room, sitting on the bed. The night passed on with you and Mike occasionally exchanging small talk, until you fell asleep. He glanced up to see you sleeping soundly. However, your features still seemed somber. He reached up and grabbed a hold of your hand, repeating his motion from either. It appeared to soothe you, as you looked more peaceful. He fell asleep not too long afterwards, sitting on the floor against your bed frame, holding your hand.
Fav ship category: Battle Couple composed by a younger hot headed, passionate and energic top, with their cold more mature but protective older bottom.
-Izuku x Giulio
These two are such a fun duo.
The contrast between their styles and personalities makes for an instant fav ship, and it's fun how they progress in the movie together
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-Bakugou x Edgeshot
Need to explain this one? Shinya literally is the reason Katsuki isn't in the afterlife lol, he metaphorically and literally became Bakugo's heart, how you can go better than that?
The savior dynamic is perfect, just like the such different aesthetic and personalities that compliment each other perfectly. You can't imagine how happy makes me know they're so close in the epilogue after all those years (Katsuki doesn't need Deku is he has Shinya)
They are like the Ereri of MHA in terms of style.
Speaking of which...
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Eren x Levi
The whole reason for me to watch SNK in the first place. Wish I lived during the peak of the ship though.
All time classic for good reason.
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Shoto x Hawks
You can't tell me Shoto didn't have a small crush on Keigo.
This is the only valid and real ship for Keigo with one of the Todorokis kids.
It's a shame Horikoshi didn't make Shoto to have his intership with Hawks and instead go with Tokoyami. What a waste...
Oh also I guess this ship is different than the others because Shoto is the cold one while Hawks is the energic goofer.
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Denji x Aki
Doomed yaoi everyone.
I'm 100% on the idea of Denji being the top in the relationship, sorry to the Aki top stans (even if I do think Aki is a power bottom).
CSM isn't the same without these two going along.
