#armin where did you come up with any of this?

[phantomsies]

𝖓𝖎𝖌𝖍𝖙𝖘 𝖑𝖎𝖐𝖊 𝖙𝖍𝖎𝖘 | 𝖆. 𝖆𝖗𝖙𝖑𝖊𝖗𝖙

spending the evening with a man who could have any girl he wants but he proves why it’s always been you…

producer/nepobaby armin, musician au, black fem reader, dancer!reader (reader is in Pole Assassins), soft sex, back scratching, lots of intimacy, slow kissing, oral sex (f. receiving) body worship, banter between armin and reader, missionary, creampie, slow build/burn (?)

I’ve been suffering from a severe case of armin brain rot lately and I’ve been missing the musician au even more!! this is a reupload from my patreon so if you read this, no you didn’t! 🫶🏾

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He’d traveled the world once over…experienced a lifetime full of adventures at only a mere two decades into his life. From sailing on yachts as a child, exploring the ocean in between piano lessons and algebra courses…to making music with his friends that would touch the lives of people in every nation and becoming a household name in the process. However, Armin Artlert’s notoriety had transcended that of just playlists and edits by adoring fans. He harbored a reputation that had come to precede him throughout his duration as an artist and internet sensation. The infamous ArminHammer was notorious for two things: iconic instrumentals and his expansive roster of women. Every girl of every variety was at his disposable..models, strippers, actresses, singers, the single mom who happened to attend one of their shows and needed a good time. He wasn’t picky nor did he allow preference to stand in the way of fulfilling his carnal desires. Make no mistake, he didn’t dog his women out or harm them..hell, if anything, he made every girl he encountered feel like a princess. Spoiling them with gifts, expensive dinners and of course, the best sex you’d ever experience! To put it even more bluntly, the man fucked like a professional..he was skilled in many areas and the bedroom happened to be the top.

But perhaps, that was the issue…he was the ideal man in every essence of the word. He’d make any lady feel as if she’d met her prince charming!..

….so how could you ever believe him when he said that you were the one he’d been searching for this entire time?

How could you possibly think that you’d be the sole object of his affection when it seemed those regards could be said of any women who’d crossed his path? Honestly, there was no definite answer to convince you otherwise. Armin was aware that you’d always kept your ear to the streets and had been informed about how he operated. That was all but confirmed when your teammate and friend began dating his childhood homie. Another infamous artist by the name of EJ the Don. Much like the woman who had founded the very group you were a part of, the Pole Assassins, EJ was seen as the proverbial leader of his own collective, Dead Boys Society and although they both despised the labels, you still respected her as such.

you could also sense that Armin held the same regard for his best friend and fellow artist. He looked up to Eren and admired how focused, driven and goal oriented he was in his craft. Most importantly though, he admired the way he loved..

EJ was never known to be a romantic nor was he known to be entrenched in the dating scene, but once he began dating your team mate, he had transitioned into an entirely different man. One that was attentive, doting and even a little jealous. He was openly affectionate with her and never thought twice about it. Gushing about her in interviews, where prior, he would’ve never even mentioned a woman besides his mom. It was that complete switch that had activated something within Armin as well. What he had been seeking in multiple girls could only be found in one place and that was with (y/n) (l/n). He’d spent all this time around you and had found himself falling deeper for you than he had anyone else. Your laugh, your energy, your spirit and kind heart had all enraptured the heart of the notorious playboy. And you couldn’t fool yourself either..you’d become smitten with him just the same…however, you were guarded. You weren’t so far deluded in the fantasy of being with him that you’d soon forgotten his reputation! You weren’t perfect by a long shot either..God knows, you’d partaken in your fair share of hookups and dated a couple of athletes just to say you did. Even so, you felt a hint of insecurity. How could you ever satisfy his cravings when he’d sampled the whole platter?! That was a question you’d soon find the answer to when you decided to spend a weekend at his home. A lofty, luxurious penthouse that overlooked the city and beaches of the sunny Miami, Florida.

it was a beautiful place and one of the many pieces of real estate owned by the Artlert conglomerate. One thing you’d come to learn about Armin was that music was nothing more than a beloved hobby. As much as he poured into his craft, his financial situation wouldn’t waver in the slightest if he were to stop today. He’d grown up with billionaires for family and that generational wealth had certainly trickled down. Regardless, it wasn’t his sole identity, hence why it’d never arise in conversation. It was blatantly obvious in his lifestyle choices but he was still that innocent, nerdy, wide eyed boy he’d always been to his core. The sensitive, kind, gentle Armin that only a select few witnessed. That was the side he wanted you to see here tonight..

so as you traipsed across the marble accented floors and art littered walls of his penthouse..all the way to his bedroom, you’d realize that you were where you belonged.

“You coming to lie down, beautiful? You’ve been in there forever.”

“Just a few more minutes, I promise! I wanna make sure I’m looking right.”

honestly, he didn’t understand all of the trouble. He’d seen you fully nude and completely clothed..you were beautiful no matter the form. Hell, you could come out in a plastic bag and pair of Timberlands and he’d still be hungry for you! He loved you dearly and nothing could dare to change that fact now! But after you two had retreated to his bedroom after an evening out on the town and he’d longed since undressed, you insisted on going to the bathroom and freshening up with a shower before retreating to bed. However, there was one more

“Well hurry up, please. I miss you..” stating in a whiny tone as he flailed himself against the mattress. Arms stretched out atop the pillow as his shirtless top half grazed the sheets. His designer boxers rubbed viciously with the silk bed linen, causing a bit of friction. Outside of the glass window pane, fell heavy droplets of pouring rain to set the already sensual mood. Electronic candles flickered in the corner and soft melodies of R&B played from the mounted television. It was certainly a vibe that you could become accustomed to. Across from where he lay, sat a half empty bottle of Modavi and two glasses that had been previously filled with the liquid. You were both feeling a bit tipsy from the substances coursing your veins so it was apparent what the mood was for the evening. He couldn’t bear to wait a moment longer and fortunately for him, you didn’t keep him held up. Because it was as he was getting ready to lie back down, he’d hear the faint tapping of footsteps against the tile and be greeted with a sight that would soothe his soul and sore eyes alike…

“Well I’m sorry to keep you waiting ..” flashing him a cheeky smile in regards to his earlier comment. Instantly, his jaw fell slack and his top half arose from the bed to examine you over.

“Oh my—you look—…. damn, I can’t even talk. You got me speechless, girl.”

sending you into a fit of giggles as you showed off your ensemble for him. A sheer white, lace two piece with garters that wrapped your thick thighs, a thong that was swallowed up by those round cheeks and a bra that accentuated your voluptuous breasts..causing them to sit upright. You were glistening with oil, and that luscious brown skin shimmered in the candlelight. Those forty inches of black curls were styled into an updo atop your head, along with that diamond necklace he had procured for you a few weeks ago. Even this was a first for Armin..he’d spent his fair share of evenings with the ladies but it always involved moments of rushed disrobing and him trying to get in their pants as quickly as possible. He didn’t waste time with lingerie or fancy frills because the goal was to grant her the best sex possible. Of course, he obtained gratification from this as well..but sometimes, he craved more. More than just the act of sex itself…it was intimacy he desired. The subtle touches and little gestures that helped to curate that special moment..he wanted to take his time and give you an experience that you’d soon yet forget.

“..then I guess it was worth the trouble..” his reaction elicited a light chuckle as you veered over to the bed, crawling onto the mattress and into the embrace of your precious lover. It was warm, inviting almost…strangely enough, an unwavering sense of safety crept over you as well. All of those previous thoughts of insecurity and jealousy seemed to dissipate once his hands coiled your body. He’d pull you in a little closer, squeeze you a little tighter and when his lips finally clashed with your own, every worry that had plagued either of your worlds were mere afterthoughts.

“God, you’re so beautiful..I swear you wear the hell out of everything you put on..”

“You’re too charming for your own good, you know that? It’s gon’ get you in trouble one day.”

“I like the sound of that.”

the tender and humorous moment was shared underneath the flickering candlelight as your flesh melded into one. Sitting upright in a cross legged position, your calves coiled his lower back and your arms cradled the back of his neck. Meanwhile, his hands resided around your waist and maintained a firm grip. He could hear your sentiment but even he grew skeptical at times. He often worried would his past elude him and ruin any potential future he could procure with you. All of his other prospects were nothing more than fleeting memories now. Even for someone as confident and skilled as Armin was, he experienced any other emotion just the same..maybe even more. Regardless, you’d continue to quell his anxiety and ease any doubt in his mind that you were leaving anytime soon. With those soft touches and gentle kisses, slowly but surely, you’d melt away all that rattled his mind. Eventually, your tongues would find home within one another’s mouths, initiating a series of sloppy pecks in process. It was then that you’d also begin to feel the thin straps of that top gliding down your shoulder blade. He just wanted to make you feel the best you had in a long time and he’d take as long as he needed to fulfill that obligation. He owed it to you for all of the insurmountable love you’d given him.

“Armin…baby..”

a faint whisper escaped your now freed lips as he latched onto your neck following the broken kiss. He’d gently suckle on that deep colored flesh and leave a trail of pecks along your jugular vein, even along your earlobe…it was there that he’d merely nip at the skin and whisper into it. Which sent a barrage of tingles all over your body.

“Yes, sweetheart? Something on your mind?”

“Ahh—“ “..words, baby. Let me hear that shit.”

that lilt in his tone, a clear indicator that he was going to relentlessly tease you from here on out. You always became so anxious when he did but the buildup made the actual moments all the more worth it. “You can tell me anything you want, pretty girl. This is all for you..your space. Whatever you say…I’ll do it.” His words serve to entice you further, which took little to no effort at all. You were already sucked in with no chance of being free of his clutches anytime soon. As for your requests, it was easy.

“Just…make me feel good, please..make love to me..”

it was a definite statement; one he understood loud and clear. Now wasn’t the time to be prideful or allow his ego to cloud his perception. Rather than showing off, Armin wanted to fully submit himself to you and to the cause of giving you whatever your heart…and body desired. With that, you’d find yourself shrouded in another round of kisses, this time along your shoulder blades and eventually to those soft breasts. Gently kneading them between his fingertips, he’d circle the buds with his thumb and watch as they’d grow erect. “Mmmm..” “..that feels good, sweetheart?” Following his question with a whimpering nod as you examined his movements. He’d gently squeeze them together and massage them all over, just to make you feel more at ease. He always did love how supple and perky they were..how they sat so perfectly in your tops or dresses. He’d learned to view the female body as more than just a vessel of pleasure but instead, for the work of art it is. You were his divine masterpiece..his treasure and he wanted to appreciate every single square inch of your physique. Even the areas you didn’t exactly appreciate yourself…

“Good..I know how sensitive they are but that’s okay. I’ll be gentle.” Chuckling at your very visible reactions of having your nipples played with. It was your most erogenous area and he knew it’d only be a matter of time before you became even more aroused. That much was indicated by the way you ground your clothed slit into the mattress. (Y/N) eventually tossed your head back, rolling it onto your shoulders and emitting a sharp gasp. An expected reaction to all of the sensual friction and stimulation. None of which was lost on Armin. He’d shift a bit in his own positioning, attempting to conceal that obvious erect. This was a fine solely for your pleasure and needs. His urges could wait as far as he was concerned. He was determined to prove that he was fully and utterly devoted to you right now. The sounds of melodic love songs and pouring rain would continue to serve as the soundtrack to this precious moment. Right along with your sweet moans and his subtle grunts. You’d glance down to see the rising tent within his boxers as he began to lap all over your areolae and suckle on your brown buds. “Your tits are so perfect, angel. I love them so much..I love all of you. Every single part..” Constantly doting as he persisted..that’s when you’d reach down and grasp for that sheathed cock but he’d be equally as quick to stop you.

“Ignore it, okay? Right now is about you. I’m focused on making you feel good, just like I promised. You don’t need to do a thing.” This was what you appreciate about your man. He had such a calm, gentle demeanor. Something people would often mistake as sensitive or meek. But in the same vein, he could harness that into a dominant, masculine energy that required no assertiveness. You felt safe..secure within that space. You felt comfortable submitting yourself fully to him.

“It’s like you're everything I’ve ever prayed for..I’m so lucky.” Akin to that of a groom bedding his bride on the night of their wedding, Armin would lie his precious girl flat against the mattress and begin his descent down your body. Examining each line, touching each bump and worshiping every curve as if they were a gift from the heavens above. They certainly weren’t things that he took for granted. Especially when he finally made home with that divine center…spreading open your trembling thighs; courtesy of the gentle kisses and drawn out licksthat had been peppered all over your belly. “Mmmm���I love when you touch me like this. You always know what to do..” placing his thumbs along your pantyline, he’d rub your hips before placing two fingertips along the seat of your bottoms. “Of course, I told you…I’ll do whatever you want. All you gotta do is say it.” Naturally, the entire area was soaked and only accruing more stickiness the more he stroked your clothed bud. In an attempt to increase the friction and pleasure riddling your body, Armin would hone in on the clit and massage it until he felt you shaking in his grasp.

“Oh my God..” “Rub your nipples for me, sweetheart. I wanna see you get there so bad but I don’t want to rush..not right now.” Finally, he’d cease his teasing and peel back that thin layer of fabric, revealing your plump mound and lips, along with that swollen clit. You were practically throbbing and the second he grazed your skin, you’d instinctively contract. Those juices were already leaking before he could even think to touch or lap at the area. Meanwhile, you’d pinch and pull at the now stiffened buds on your chest, writhing in the sheets as you chewed at your lip. “You’re so cute when you make that face.” Chuckling whilst teasing the hard little pearl that had caused your entire body to heat up. “Aw, you just want that nut, don’t you, baby?” “Fuck—uh, yes..please.” Immediately shuttering at the idea of ruining such a sensual moment with profanity. However, Armin didn’t mind at all. In fact, it further encouraged him to get you there. “I know you do…I wanna give it to you so bad too..”

Normally, this was an opportunity he’d utilize to tease you relentlessly. Holding out on providing you with your orgasm, making you wait before he even made the slightest of movements…all of it in an attempt to get you riled up. Right there on the edge until you finally broke, all but pleading with him to give you what you wanted. But tonight?

“Ahh!—haaaa..yes..” “Uh, fuck…lemme taste you…please lemme eat this puss—“ his words trailing off into mere whiny drabble as his lips made home on your lower ones. Immediately, those pretty blue eyes of his were fixated on you as he delved into your center. The sounds of slurping and whimpering emitting from his mouth and only growing louder. With your legs parted on each side, (y/n) grasped the top of Armin’s head; clawing at those shaggy blonde curls whilst grinding yourself against his face. “Arminnnn…oh my gosh…right there.” Those moans would draw out into a high pitched wail. One that caused your legs to tremble and nearly retract around his head. But alas, that just wasn’t possible. With one fell swoop and only a single hand, he’d pin your thighs back and continue devouring your cunt. As his opposite one was preoccupied with stroking his own shaft. It was something about your scent, flavor and your sex that got him all aroused. Nonetheless, Armin would resume his feast..flicking gently on your clit, sucking your plump lips and even shoving a digit into your tight hole. Only coming up for air to check in on you..

“Something on your mind, pretty girl? Talk to me..”

“N—need you…need you in me so bad…oh fuck..”

although the sentence was a bit incoherent, your desires were heard loud and clear. Although Armin loved the idea of relentlessly teasing you, he also wasn’t much in the way of restricting you from your happiness either. If that was what you wanted, he was elated to fulfill the request. In what seemed to almost be a slight of hand movement, he’d maneuver and rise from where he was laying and would scoop your legs up in the process. He’d position them straight in the air and pin them together. Eventually placing them over his shoulder. “You need me? You want it that bad, sweetheart?” Cooing and questioning with a rhetorical tone. Meanwhile, he was hovering above you, positioned on his knees whilst that cock head teased against your slit. He already knew the answer and as far as he was concerned, it was yours. But he needed to hear you say it. Not just for the consensual aspect, but because it was what he’d been waiting for all along. Hearing you beg, plead and whimper for him….this entire time, he’d been so used to your independent nature, that there was rarely an instance where you relied on him. You were so far capable of handling your own, that he or no other man were truly necessary in your daily way of life. But right here…in this moment, in this bedroom and this space the two of you had curated together..

“Y-yes, please!..I need you. I can’t take it..”

he was your everything. Your one and only sole object of affection. With your gazes fixated on one another, you’d nod your head and coo to one another, whimpering until suddenly—

“Yeah?” “Mmmm…please!”

you’d feel that stiffened, aching cock glide between your warm, silky folds and remained nestled there whilst he gathered his footing. Normally, he’d take an opportunity to perhaps gloat or be cocky. Fucking you with a giant grin on his face, making your pleasure a second priority. But alas, he’d never be so arrogant or foolish right now..because only moments later, his head had rolled back on his shoulders and as he remained nestled within you, he’d release a heavy gasp. He couldn’t maintain his eye contact when you felt this good. Your pussy resembled that of a warm blanket or hug..inviting him in and never wanting to pull away. However, he’d refrain from such lewd obscenities and fill your head with more loving compliments instead. As you’d lie there, awaiting his next move, you’d feel a hand planted into the center of your tummy and his hips beginning to buck forward..gently pounding into you.

“Oh God…yes..I love the way you feel, baby. You’re so warm.. ‘s so good..”

meanwhile, all he could do was howl it to the air because he knew that if he even took so much as even a glance in your direction, his load would be buried three inches into your womb right now. He was adamant of taking his time because all of his undivided and full attention; along with every second he could spare…belonged to you. He was all yours, hopelessly to a fault. He had released fear..anxiety or the shame that came with being madly in love.

“Ahhh…Armin..right there..please don’t stop..”

“I know, baby. I know…I can feel you squeezing me, that’s your spot, isn’t it?”

it was a given..not only had your body become riddled with ecstasy but he could tell by the way you pawed at his abs that he’d reached that core. Smacking sounds had arisen from the creamy mess he’d made of your lower half. Sucking his teeth, Armin finally garnered the strength to peer down at you and once he did, he nearly lost all control and restraint. His strokes would become a little faster and stretch your tight little cunt in the process. Your legs, that once made home on his shoulders, were now pinned back nearly behind your head. A position he was certain you had no issue maintaining. Even so, it didn’t stop your from crying out to him..heaving and whimpering. He was worried that perhaps, he hadn’t regulated his own strength. But rather than an expression of pain, you were smiling!..grinning from ear to ear with tears rolling down your face. It was a sign that you were in complete climatic bliss.

“Y-yes..you're in my spot, baby. And it feels so fucking good…nobody can make me feel like this..” eventually reaching down to stroke your sensitive bud to aid in the pleasure. That gave him all the confirmation he needed to persist, even when he felt he’d reach his breaking point sooner rather than later. Breaking into a smile of his own, Armin would resume his deep thrusts, this time with a bit more speed and rhythm. His hips would roll fluidly as he pushed in and out; dragging more of your juices and secretions along with him. He felt as if he could conquer the world when you said things like that. “That’s right, sweetheart..I know it’s a lot but I know you’re the only one who can handle it..who can take this dick like it’s nothing.”

those words cause you to twitch and grip him even tighter. In that moment, he nearly faltered but it was also in that instance that the two of you established full blown eye contact and mere seconds later, your lips had met in a passionate crash. Only after you exchanged doting words.

“..I love you. I love you so much, (y/n)..”

“I love you too, baby! Oh my gosh, please don’t stop.”

the bed had begun to jolt against the wall whilst his tattooed knuckles gripped the headboard. Eventually, he’d collapse fully into your grasp, relinquishing this idea of full control and allowing himself to be a part of the moment. No need to establish dominance or submission..who was the better lover or even what past partners had done. But instead, embracing each other and becoming one. One body, one soul and one heart. You’d wrap your arms and legs around his frame as he continued feeding you those strokes..his face buried into the crook of your neck and your hands clawing his inked up back.. You’d coo into his ear, listening to his whimpers and inform him that it was okay for him to let go. That he didn’t have to hold back so that he could appear as this strong guy with tons of stamina. You took it as a compliment that he could go for that long, honestly..it was a far cry from his past hookups, that was for certain!..but so much more was at stake here than merely who reached their orgasm first. It was about sharing in ecstasy and concealing your love with a special moment.

“You wanna come, angel? You can if you’re ready, no need to hold back..”

“Come with me, please..same time, okay?”

declaring so confidently as you heaved into one another’s ears. He’d agree and mere seconds later, that speed and pace had reached maximum heights and it felt as if he were hammering into you. “F-fuck!..” “Shit!..I’m coming, sweetheart!..coming for y—“ it was in that exact moment, that it felt as if the world was shattering for the both of you. That something inside of your bodies had essentially broken and neither of you could hold back. Both of your eyes shoot wide open before they shut and you’d embrace each other for comfort. Your juices had splattered all over his cock and his warm seed had completely coated the inside of your womb.. neither of you could even function at this point. Just reduced to mindless babble and tears. He’d finally rise from your neck and greet you with disheveled hair, a beet red face and a toothy grin. Along with those fallen tears.

“C’mere..I need a kiss..”

“Of course..”

your soft features and brown eyes met his and the two of you collided with one last declaration of adornment. Lips and tongues meeting in a fit of desperation. Desperation to never be apart again. For as long as you were both of this world, you’d spend every waking moment wanting to be together. And there wasn’t a single thing that could break that.

“You have no idea how much you mean to me..I just want us to be like this forever. I love you..” and you’d cling to every single word. Knowing that they rang true, now more than ever. Stroking his head as he lies on your chest. There were times that Armin figured that he’d never find his one and only..that he was destined to be a bachelor until he left this earth and he was adamant that one woman couldn’t possibly supplement for having his fill of multiple.

“And we can stay just like this…I’m not going anywhere.”

but it was nights like this..that reminded him that he was exactly where he needed to be!

[beaunoor]

when your bf wants to experiment with you riding on top. he's gripping your thigh with one hand while the other holds the vibrating wand to your clit.

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The tv in the background plays a late night show on low, while you lay your cheek on his chest, one hand lazily rubbing small circles on his chest. He lays out on the bed, eyes on the tv. He’s got one hand behind his head and the other lightly massaging your hair. It’s moments like these that you love. It was just you two in the quiet world.

But the touching and massages always turn into something more. Especially when in the privacy in your bedroom you both are barely clothed in the first place. These moments always end in more heavy petting, where you both ruin the quiet air with raspy gasps and moans. 

You're on his lap now, the both of you sat up. Your lips on his, mouths wet and moving in a dance. Your hands running through his hair, gripping his tresses desperately. His hands run down your back grabbing a handful of your ass, then up again to your back to pull you into him, getting your hips to move in a slow tandem on his growing bulge.

“Let’s try something different this time baby.” He says after pulling away from your lips, a small grin forming

“Like what?” You ask, going back to kiss his cheek then his jaw—

“Just stay on top and you’ll find out.” You pull away and raise an eyebrow at the suggestion. “Don’t worry, I promise you’ll like it.” He smiles innocently.

Except maybe you like it too much.

“Hahh, please!” you exclaim, feeling him buck up into you again. Hands flexing in the air, knowing you couldn't touch anywhere.

He’s got one hand around your thigh, squeezing every so often, while the other holds the wand still. You’re struggling to control your sounds when the powerful vibrations coming from your sex toy rubs on your mound. Then the force of his cock drives up again and you can't help but let out a scream. Your neighbors are sure to get a kick out this tonight.

“Remember you can’t touch, stay still baby.” he mutters, eyes watching what he can see himself move in and out of the tight grip you have on him.

You’re struggling keeping yourself upright, the stimulation of everything making your head fuzzy and your body shaking. He won’t relent on the pounding, you barely doing any of the work.

“Nngh, stop! Please! n’t take it anymore!” you cry, tears welling up, hands coming down to rest on his chest to keep yourself upright.

“I know, I know. Feels so good.” he coos at you, reveling in the erratic movements of your body, “You can take it.”

He moves the toy away and tosses it aside, both hands coming to grip your hips to hold you in place as he bucks deeper into you. Hitting that gooey spot over and over to help finish you off.

“Oh my god—I’m cumming, I’m cu–” you’re cut off from your words by the force of your orgasm, juices squirting out as your mouth opens in a silent scream. Your body jolting at the powerful contractions happening in your abdominal cavity. 

“Oh baby, did you just squirt?” he lets out a small laugh as your arms give up and you fall forward onto his chest, sweaty and breathing heavily. All you can do is let out a quiet whimper.

“Hold on baby. I didn’t get to cum yet.”

toji, kento, satoru, eren, connie, armin, jean, suguru, isagi, yuta, kaeya, takuma, sae, ryusei, hanma…whoever else seems right to you

wrote this really quick to get something out

[coquettetoji]

{💌} BF ARMIN HCS

armin as your boyfriend hcs 😁 (fem reader)

— sigh you already know he’s the purest boy on earth so him as a boyfriend?? that’s your husband even in the first 2 weeks

— gets you “just because” flowers at least 2 times a week

— he gives you the dictionary thesaurus encyclopedia definition of PRINCESS TREATMENT.

— he will hold your hand everywhere, kneel down to take your shoes off/put them on for you, knows the side walk rule, sends you $$ without you even asking for any and oh my god he’s just so perfect.

— likes to do your hair for you regardless if your hair is pin straight or super curly, he will learn your exact routine in order to take care of it for you

— you’ll never stop hearing “why do you need to do that when i’m here?” nonstop. even for the stupidest things like getting the remote across the sofa. 😭

— his love language is words of affirmation and acts of service, he’s just always there to help you

— will trail behind you like a lost puppy at all times, literally follows you almost everywhere just in case you ever need him to do something for you

— his whole instagram feed is just you, you and you ** EXHIBIT A

— his follower ratio is also insane i’m saying like maybe 10 following (you and friends + fam) and then a good 60k followers

— most definitely has an “i ❤️ my girlfriend shirt” and wears it proudly with a pretty smile

— in public terms, he’s definitely touchy but not as touchy as when you guys are alone

— holds your hand, guides you with a hand on your lower back, has a hand around your waist, and wants you as close as possible to him in public but keeps it to a minimum

— when you guys are alone however, lord you can never get rid of him >>>

— will whine out a “where are you going? 🙁 i’ll come with you” at 3am when you need to pee.

— his favorite spots to kiss you are on your forehead, and yours cheeks, just because he likes to see your eyes go all dazed and happy when he does

— he does that hot thing where while he kisses you, you can feel the smile start to form on his lips

— his favorite pet names to call you are the typical domestic sweet and cute ones that just make your heart melt: baby, princess, love, pretty girl, calls you a good girl when praising you 😸

— your personal photographer everywhere, he knows to get all the angles and most of the pictures on your ig are taken by armin

— loves hugs, hugs are loved by him and just likes hugs, did i mention he loves hugs?

— does that thing where he hugs you from behind, slowly wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you into his chest esp when you guys are with friends or at parties

— he loves when you run your hands through his hair, he has the fluffiest softest hair ever definitely whimpers when it just feels way too good

— the most soft spoken boyfriend ever, he will never raise his voice at you even when he’s mad or upset (which is rare)

—takes you out on dates often and they’re always the best planned out dates ever (candle lit dinners, picnics

— will hold your heels in one hand after a date where your feet hurt while clutching your hand in the other

— whenever you start talking he sometimes just blanks out staring at you and how pretty you are which then just ends up with him blabbering “mhm’s” and “yeah yeah i get what you’re saying” while being completely zoned out staring at your face

— he always blushes when you show affection towards him first out of nowhere like when he’s talking to you about something and you just reach up and kiss his cheek, he’ll completely lose his train of thought.

— i’ve mentioned this before and i’ll mention it again, he’s a golden retriever boyfriend

— i mean he literally follows you around like a puppy already, he just acts like one in general whenever he’s around you

— he’s definitely a naturally quiet person around people he doesn’t know and kinda reserved but he just falls apart around you with a soft look of fondness in his blue eyes

— i just think of the childhood bestfriend trope when it comes to him or academic rivals

— he takes pride and hangs on to every single compliment you say to him. like throw one “you’re so handsome” at him and he’ll keep it like an id in his pocket

— like if eren said to him, “you’re ugly as fuck” armin will just shrug and smile saying “ _______ doesn’t think so 😁😁” just so smiley god he’s adorable

— in the domestic aspect of armin as your bf, he’s definitely super sweet and just soft with you

— breakfast in bed, cooking for you on the daily, + cleaning the dishes after too, taking care of you when sick

— helps you get dressed when you’re tired, does your hair for you, brushes your teeth for you while softly tilting your chin up between his thumb and pointer finger JUST UGH I NEED HIM SO BAD

— he will get on his knees for you any day of the week 😁 (for anything not just that guys)

— final conclusion and something i think he does that’s really cute

star moments of armin as your bf

★ keeps your hair tie on his left wrist in case you would ever need one

★ gets on his knees to take off your heels or shoes for you

★ never lets you open the car door by yourself and when helping you out or in he always kisses your forehead

★ took it upon himself to memorize every order of food or drink you have and your whole makeup collection to replace it if you ever ran out

★ cried happy tears when you told him you love him for the first time back (he defo told you before you did LMAO)

— overall just the sweetest boy and boyfriend ever 💞💞💞💕💕💓💓💗💗

[luminiamore]

I'm in an Eren mood, and just found your bomb fics🫶🏾!! I was wondering if you can do a tomboy/boxer(or weight lifter) reader who has a smart mouth with Eren, they're really competitive and always arguing(jokingly, because they both have smart mouths) it can smut or not whatever you feel🩷🩷

SUCKER.

best friend eren x boxer black reader

warnings: ex jean, eren HATES jean, pussy eating, recording, great sex/mean ren

a/n: doing a part two 🫶🏾

masterlist

Friday night, 11 p.m.

A small gathering was taking place while you were at Connie’s house. Your friends, including your annoying best friend Mikasa, Armin, Sasha, Historia, her girlfriend Ymir, and your ex-boyfriend, Jean, were there. Your use of the term ‘friend’ for him is rather polite. You were here, drinking rather than mentally preparing for your match in the upcoming week at home.

You were lying on the couch. Eren lazily leaned his head on your lap, entertaining himself with random Instagram reels on his phone while holding a bottle of Cognac in his unaccompanied hand. Card games were being played by the rest of the crowd to entertain themselves. As you were all quite drunk, Connie made the decision to introduce a drinking game.

“Not gon’ play with them?” He whispers, the sound still rumbling against your exposed thighs.

You sigh, actually contemplating it. You probably would’ve said no if you were sober —scratch that—you definitely would’ve said no. You know that Eren wouldn’t play unless you did. His ego is too big to admit it, but he followed you around like a lost puppy. The only reason he came here was because of you.

“I might. Join me? We should keep a score to see who gets the most points.” You grin, head spinning when you abruptly shift your position.

“Compelling. What kind of points?”

“Isn’t this game like you have to answer a question or drink? I get to drive your beamer for a week if I answer the most questions. And you have to buy me new gloves for my match.” You poke his shoulder as you speak. You see his eyebrows raise up in amusement.

He snorts, “And what do I get if I win?”

“What do you want? And don’t say nothing crazy, I’ll fuck you up.”

At that, he gives an amused laugh, “Girl, please. You can’t even reach my face. Short ass.”

You flick his forehead with your finger, snickering when he groans a bit. “Reached it now, didn’t I?”

“You’re not funny. Nobody laughed, actually.”

“I did. Now, answer the question, fore’ I do it again.”

You get an eye roll and a sly smile on his pink lips as if he has come up with some devious plan. You would’ve started regretting this, but you’re not a quitter. You started this shit, and you’re gonna finish it through.

“You have to do anything I say for a week.”

You suck your teeth, “We not in some video on Pornhub, boy. Be for real.”

“Any video starring you and me in it would have Hollywood rushing to put it on the big screen. You be for real.”

That renders you silent. For a moment, no one says anything. Eren just stares intently into your eyes, waiting for your response.

“.. That’s what you want?”

“That’s what I want.”

There’s nothing much to say after that. You push Eren’s head up so you can stand, ass jiggling in the shorts you were wearing. As if by magic, he follows behind you, with you failing to notice his gaze drifting downwards to give your ass a drooling gaze.

They gathered in the living room and sat in a nearly perfect circle. You opted to seat yourself right next to where Sasha was sitting. Eren, of course, shoved Jean, who was sitting on the opposite side, to sit next to you. You would have said something before you and Jean broke up, but that isn’t your man.

Your relationship with Eren was a source of jealousy for him, leading to your split. For years, you and Eren had been friends; you had practically grown up together. Your moms had been friends, so by default, you two started hanging out every single day since grade school. The two of you were very close, extremely close. You slept in the same bed together; he was your first kiss, and you were his. You even lived in the same apartment.

You’re not oblivious. At least you don’t think you are. It was always clear to you that having a boyfriend would necessitate changes. The act of sleeping in the same bed and cuddling with Eren would necessitate changing. Eren reluctantly understood, but there are times when you wake up in the morning and find him fast asleep on your stomach.

Every day, Jean would complain about Eren being too close to you and how he doesn’t like him living with you. He suggested that you move in with him a month after you started dating. You two hadn’t even fucked yet.

You would never drop Eren, he was too important to you. So, it’s safe to say your relationship with Jean didn’t last long.

You ignore his gaze on you as you giggle at something Sasha said. Connie finally comes back with a stack of cards that say ‘Truth or Drink: Dirty and Sex Edition’ and a bottle of Hennessy.

“Ya’ll know the drill, answer the question, or take a shot. Don’t be pussy, though.” He addresses the group over music playing.

The game gets off to a fast start. The questions began simple, such as ‘Are you a virgin?’ or ‘How many bodies do you have?’ These are not things that should make anyone feel ashamed. Eventually, they became a bit more intimate, at least for you. You had 9 points, and Eren was in the lead with 12 points.

“Your turn, (☆).” Connie addresses you.

After pulling a card from the pile, the next question causes your breath to pause. Swiping the bottle, you take a deep breath to prepare yourself for the burn this drink will give you.

You’re stopped short by Eren, “Aht— you gotta tell us what the question says.”

“Not important.” You take a sip, gagging when the flavor finally hits your mouth. You’re too occupied to notice Eren quickly removes the card from your lap. When he reads it out loud, you almost choke on your spit.

“Have you ever hooked up with a friend?” In response to the rest of the group’s ‘Ooohs,’ he snickers at you.

You smack his head lightly, “Asshole.”

“Who you fucked, girl?�� Sasha pokes at you. The attention is entirely on you, causing your face to flush in embarrassment.

“I plead the fifth.”

“Was it Eren?” Jean’s voice prompts a quick turn of your head. He looked so angry, so ticked that he could explode if you said one wrong word. You answered to avoid causing a scene,

“No.”

You’re nearly afraid to look at Eren, yet you realize he’s staring at you. His gaze was burning on the side of your face, making you squirm. Jean’s scoffing shows he didn’t believe you, but you’re not here to argue with your ex. Connie recognizes that you no longer want to talk about it, so he turns the spotlight on him when he pulls another card.

You’re about to send a grateful glance to him for that, but your body stiffens when Eren whispers in your ear,

“You just gonna lie to him like that?”

You grit your teeth, keeping your voice as low as possible, “Shut up.”

“What, you gonna protect his feelings?” Eren’s energy is condescending and irritable, to say the least.

“I’m protecting your frail ass ego. Wouldn’t want to embarrass you when I tell them you didn’t even make me cum.” You lie through your teeth, smirking, thinking you won.

You almost yelp when you feel a pinch on the side of your hips, “C’mon, mama. Your body never lies, especially not to me. Remember those pretty moans clear as day— ‘Oh, daddy! Right there— gonna cu-’”

Your hand covers his mouth, and you’re about to smack him again when you feel that stupid, cunning smile against your hand. You pause and sigh in relief when you realize that no one has heard him, as they’re too preoccupied with Sasha, who’s indulging in the bottle. No one except Jean, who’s practically seething in anger as he glares at Eren.

- -

It was now one in the morning. Most people were passed out because of how drunk they were. Only you, Eren, and Jean were awake, with Jean nearing sleep while staring at his phone. It goes without saying that Eren won the bet; he had no shame when it came to his sexual innuendos.

You’re about to get up from your seat on the floor, but Eren’s grip on your waist doesn’t loosen. You try to look at him but realize he’s not even paying attention to you. Instead, his eyes are intently focused on the shorts you’re wearing with a frown.

“You good?” You speak, thinking that your sudden voice will dislodge his gaze.

“Hmm. These shorts aren’t easy access.”

That’s the message the liquors are trying to convey -- it must be. You and Eren only slept together once, but you assured him that it was a mistake that wouldn’t happen again to keep your friendship intact. He handled it well, perhaps too well. Almost like he was expecting you to say that. As if you hadn’t experienced heaven on Earth that night, you both returned to your normal lives.

“Eren, there are people here.” You whisper rather harshly.

He unbuttons the only button on your garments, “I don’t see anyone.”

“Jean is right there.”

“..Anyone important.”

Your eyes widen when he plays with the hem of your peaking panties now that your shorts are loose. He’s so stealthy with it, too, like he’s not doing anything wrong. You have to snap out of it when you realize you’re in a room full of friends. You slap his hand,

“We’re not doing this here.”

His response is quick, “Oh, so if we weren’t here, you would?”

“If you two are gonna fuck, can you do it somewhere else?” Jean is downright peeved by the sexual tension that is erupting between you two. At this point, he’s just annoyed. Annoyed that his suspicions were confirmed. You two are definitely more than just friends.

You freeze, failing to remember that he was still awake for a moment.

“Jean, it’s not like that-”

“It is like that. I might take you up on that offer, Jean boy.” Eren abruptly ends your sentence with a gleaming smile, making it clear that he’s only trying to annoy him. He’s petty like that. You’re tempted to hit him again.

“No, it’s not. Stop being petty-”

Eren turns to you abruptly, eyes zeroed in on your lips. His voice is purposely loud so Jean can hear precisely what he’s saying to you. “Will you let me eat your pussy again if we leave here, (☆)?”

You gasp, your pussy tightening a bit at how desperate his tone is. You really want to say yes, but you know that’s the liquor talking. It has to be. Jean scoffs, pulling you out of your daze.

You scowl and push his hands off you, “I’m leaving, and I’m going to sleep in the guest room.”

When you stumble to stand, he watches you, his eyes fixed on the fatness of your ass and its movement. These shorts are a favorite of his. He sighs, his lips twitching as he speaks,

“Can I-”

“No.” And with that, you stumble off to the room, making sure to lock the door behind you.

Eren makes the decision to return to the couch in the living room to sleep. Jean’s eyes never leave him all the time, and when he catches him staring, he doesn’t fail to stare back,

“The fuck are you looking at?”

Monday afternoon, 3 p.m.

“Imma be real with you. I’m all for equality and shit, but seriously, you hit like a girl.”

The deep voice of your best friend flutters in your ears as you throw another punch at the hand he’s holding up. You’re both in the boxing ring at your local gym, practicing for your next match.

As always, your best friend is there to help you and throw some lighthearted insults your way.

“Eren, please don’t get fucked up.”

He gives a laugh, a genuine one that makes you roll your eyes, “Oh yeah? With those weak ass hits? Forgive me if I’m not shaking in my shoes right now.”

You throw another hit at his wrapped-up hand, harder this time. You can tell by the way his unwavering hands move a little. You grit your teeth at the fact that he doesn’t wholly stumble back.

“Yo,’ ass was damn sure shaking in your shoes when I almost folded you.”

“So, we lying now?” That little smirk that was forming on his face never backed down.

It almost irritates you how arrogant he is. Connie and Eren always get into these friendly play fights, never anything serious. But that’s just your best friend. If anything, you would probably chew up any other person with your mouth. Connie, for example. Not Eren, though; he always had something to say back.

“Every word that comes out your mouth is a lie.” Your whisper

“You not any better.”

You hit his hand again, “Now, what the hell are you yapping about.”

“Why would you lie to your little boyfriend yesterday?” His voice is low and calculated as he questions you. He was getting heated again.

“Ex. And I’m not sorry. I didn’t want to tell the man who’s been worried about us the entire time we dated that I got your dick wet.”

“Dated. Past tense. So, why the fuck are you worried about it?” Now, he holds your hands to prevent you from moving.

You huff, “I’m not rude, Eren. I have no beef with the man. Now, let’s keep practicing, please.”

You think he’s going to release your hands, but he only stares at you. Your heart is racing. Does he really feel upset about this?

It seems he is because Eren pulls your body out of the ring and drags you to the nearest locker room. The gym is closed today, only opened to the two of you because he’s friends with the owner. Now that he has you to himself, he has no worries about anyone ruining this moment.

You would have protested; your resolve is usually stronger than this. But it’s Eren. Your Eren. Your best friend who happens to be really good with his tongue, his fingers, and that absolute monster in between his legs.

Fuck it feels so electric when his tongue laps in between your wet folds, your body squirming on the bench he seated you on. You can’t stop twitching, your arousal just overflowing on his tongue.

“Thought this was a mistake? ‘It can never happen again’, that’s what you said right?” He lightly bites on your clit, relishing in the gasp you emit.

“Look at you now, letting it happen again.”

He pushes two fingers past your walls and rapidly moves them in and out, grazing your spongy spot. They’re curling inside you, and with every stroke, you feel yourself falling more into a haze. Your eyes start crossing as Eren stirs up your insides.

You whimper out, “S-Shut up. Shitt.”

“Oh, no. You’re gonna listen t’me today. Maybe we should send a video to Jean, show him everything he could never do to you.”

You hate yourself for it, but the thought of it gets you even wetter for some reason. With the way your best friend chuckles against your core as the squelching sounds coming from you get louder, he can tell, too. Your pretty brown pussy is just splashing on his face, he’s in love with it— in love with you.

He rasps out breathily, “Wet my face, baby.”

Your face twists as he works his fingers against your cervix. The sounds coming from you are simply divine. The heat in your stomach is palpable, and the heat in every crevice of your body is sizzling and electrified.

“Want me to fuck you, right? Cum then, (☆).”

It’s as if your body knows what he’s saying because you release immediately. Your body shakes when you squirt. Your addicting juices spraying all over his fingers— his face. Eren slurps up everything you have to offer, and its sounds are just so obscene that you’re sure anyone would know what’s going on if they just walked by the door. Your loud moans would probably give it away, too.

Eren deliberately takes his time creeping up to your panting lips and pulling his thick fingers out of your walls. Your breath is sucked out of your lungs when he kisses your lips. The taste of your essence makes your pussy drip as he sucks on your tongue. You love it, so drunk off the taste of him.

You frantically pull his hips onto yours, unaware that he’s already pulled his dick out. It’s not much for his tip to force itself inside of you. He has to do most of the work to fuck the rest of his inches in. You’re gasping against his lips, trying to moan, but he won’t let you. Every time, he swallows them.

It’s torture. He’s so thick that it stings a little. He gets a little impatient and slams into you all at once. Screaming in a muffled voice, you quickly press your hands on his stomach. He’s making your pussy sing some nasty noises that make you feel so good.

You’re squirming your body as Eren starts feeding you gut-punching stokes. That won’t do.

With a harsh grip on your wrists, he pushes them above your head with one hand. “I couldn’t make you cum, right?”

You huff, your eyes rolling back in your head when he abuses your cervix. It’s too late for you to realize when Eren takes out your phone. He knows your password and keeps thrusting in you when he opens Jean’s message thread. He scoffs when he realizes you haven’t yet blocked and deleted his number.

That catches your attention as your eyes struggle to settle on him, “W-What are you doing?”

He shuts you up by speeding up his movements. Shit. You almost choke on your spit when he leans his body on you so hard your legs are reaching your ears. The only inkling you get that he’s recording is when your ears catch on the sound it makes when he presses that red button.

You don’t stop him or even struggle against his hold. You can only morph your face into pleasurable expressions as he makes you feel euphoria. He sets your phone on the wall behind the bench, and he can see it’s showcasing the both of you. Good.

Eren, let’s go of your wrists to use both hands to press on the back of your thighs into the wood underneath you. You feel him deeper this way, his bulge pressing against your stomach every time his tip touches your womb. He finds joy in the fact that the camera captured that.

“Ren— baby— I’m g-gonna make another mess.” You whine, pressing on his stomach to stave off your impending orgasm—it does nothing. Nothing, but make him push harder so you can feel how deep he’s going.

“Go on then. Show the camera how messy you get for me and only me.”

Your breathing stutters, “Only you— fuckkk. S’too m-much”

“You love me, baby?”

You cum right then, choking on your moans as you barely get your words out, “Love you so much.”

He groans against your ears when he fills your pussy with his seed. It’s so much, too, so thick, you feel as if it’s coming out your throat. This is what you craved the most, the feeling of his cum stuffing you. You’ve dreamed about this since he did it for the first time.

Feeling worn out, you are basking in the afterglow while breathing heavily. Eren never takes his dick out of you, but he takes this moment to end the video and quickly sends it to Jean with a small message accompanying it,

she lied, lol. 😂

[lemmetreatya]

actor!armin who always plays innocent, helpful characters on screen but is a manipulative menace in real life.

when press conferences and interviews come around, he knows how to put on an act; sweet smiles, careful attention to younger children and their fumbled words, barely any contact when it comes to female colleagues. when fans catch him outside of the studio, he’s friendly and never shuns admirers away. actor!armin knows he has the whole thing down to a T and has never had to worry about his exposure of behind the scenes behaviour.

but when it comes to you, his most trusted fan site runner, actor!armin doesnt know what draws him to you.

you’re fucking crazy, he thinks — follow his press tour routes, know most of his family and friends on a personal level. hell, sometimes you post updates on schedules even he hasn’t found out yet

actor!armin wants to get rid of you; really and truly, because you make him feel a way about himself that no one else does. you seem to glorify him on a level he’d hate to attain. yes, actor!armin wants people to worship the ground he walks on, but you seem to worship his very being.

“don’t you have any family to fucking attend to? friends? a life?”

actor!armins cornered you around the block wall of the studio although hes due up on stage in 15 for the press release of his latest action film. all he wanted to do was take a quick smoke break, have a breather! but he couldn’t even have that as you too seem to be round the back too.

with a snort, you dont even mind the way he heaves a wad of spit near your foot. did he think that was going to push you away??

“what, you think i do this for free?” a sweet giggle leaves your mouth along with the wad of smoke you puff into his face. “your pa pays me too handsomely for me to walk away because simply because you told me to.”

actor!armin wheres a confused look on his face because actually yes, he did think you did this for free. now that he thinks about it, the fact you were being paid for this makes sense, but he just never thought that was the case. as you watch his face, you realise that too.

“you didnt know?! fuck, you’re more pathetic than i imagined.”

actor!armin doesnt know why but he feels his straight trousers grow slightly uncomfortable at your words. and of course you notice that too because as his mouth gaps for lack of answer, you’re raising your knee between his crotch — the ghosting sensation causing him to slip out an unsolicited moan.

“just think…” your free hand comes down to palm at his trousers in replacement of your knee, your other hand letting you take another drag of your cigarette.

“imagine if people knew just how nasty you were. if all your fans were aware about what the sick type of fuck you were — mighty and worshipped armin arlert getting off to user arminofficialupdates at the back of a conference building, gets hard off of an insult. fucking lame.”

actor!armin starts to let out watery whimpers as he hears you talk down at him. he didnt even realise your hand had slipped past his trousers or boxer briefs until he feels the icy cold air of your hands invading from outside.

actor!armin had his head dipped just over your shoulder whilst his hand stayed on the brick wall by your head for support. your hand dryly ran up and down his cock. the shick, shick of his handjob over powered by actor!armin’s pathetic whines. you continue to finish your cigarette, throwing the stub to the ground once it burnt to the filter. all throughout, your face was unbothered as you continued to degrade the blonde in spouts of annoyance — the occasional “good boy” added in for affect.

actor!armin messily finished over your clenched fist and the light grey of his suit jacket — the material now blotched dark.

the blonde pants for his breath, still stood in the same position. however, you duck under his arm to escape his grasp, but not before wiping the semen that was on your hand onto the back of his jacket. actor!armin whips round as soon as you do it but you dont stay long enough to face the brunt of his reaction. you only smugly walk back into the building through the side door, the fire exit shutting with a grinded halt.

actor!armin lets out a loud “fuck” as he angrily shrugs off his suit jacket — the item soiled. his pa was so gonna kill him.

[jaynemia]

Long Armin Arlert Boyfriend Hc's

mainly for myself but also cause i'm still coping with aot's ending

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❥┆When he wants to get a gift for you, he usually gets Mikasa to talk to you and obtain any information on what you'd want. NEVER Sasha, Jean, or Connie, though, as they'd either give Armin's surprise away on purpose, or accidentally spoil it.

❥┆Instead of giving you his jacket or blanket when you're cold, he offers to share and let you cuddle against him; not because he wants to be sweet, but because he can't STAND the cold. It's lowkey either the both of you get warm or nothing.

❥┆He prefers you in loose clothing (flow-y blouses, pants, etc) because, one, he likes to see you comfortable, and two, he loves the sight of the clothing moving against the wind when you both are out alone. + He isn't really a fan of tight, "sexy" clothing.

❥┆If you had scars and are uncomfortable with them, he'd go out of his way to offer clothing that covers them or bandage them himself, even if they were healed. If you were more comfortable with them, he'd subconsciously rub his thumb against them, seemingly trying to soothe you even when you didn't need it.

❥┆He prefers receiving neck kisses than giving them (but doesn't mind it) and often pulls your head against his neck to try and get you to give him what he wants.

❥┆When you accidentally forget to say "I love you" after he did, he'll secretly start to overthink over the course of the entire day until he got to see you again. He'd follow up by timidly saying things like, "did I do something?" Or, "I'm here if you need it, by the way." After you tell him that nothing was wrong, you noticed that his shoulders always drop a little out of relief.

❥┆Armin is a people pleaser and has been all is life; however, that trait gets extremely bad when it comes to you. Whenever you excitedly tell him about a date idea he doesn't particularly like, he just nods in silence and smiles. It's only after you notice his eye twitching for the 15th time that he finally tells you what he'd prefer to do.

❥┆While on the topic of dates, he loves outdoor dates in settings where there's not a single person around you both. There are three reason for this; one, he hates incredibly loud crowds, two, he wants to focus on you and you only, and three, he doesn't really care for letting everyone know he's dating you. Being able to be happy with you satisfies him completely.

I have more ideas but this is getting too long auuggghhh

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[mclmora]

✧ MCL (hsl) flirts - boyfriend headcanons ✧

~ NOTE: here are some hdcs about our favorite (highschool) boys as boyfriends! as usual all pictures used aren’t mine, ct to the owners on pinterest. all headcanons are SFW. reblogs are super appreciated (≧ヮ≦)

ꞝ Castiel.

his biggest love language is touch. he will not take his hands off of you, holding your hands when you take walks, resting his chin on your head, and so much more.

asked you once if you’d like to dye his hair, you did, and since then you’re his monthly hair dyer (and stylist, at times) appointment.

his cooking skills aren’t the best, he just learnt the basics to eat simple meals, that don’t taste like much. that’s why when you learnt how to cook his favorite meals he felt so spoiled and honored. he’s very humble (and is always trying to reciprocate, however he can).

ꞝ Nathaniel.

will share anything with you. something happens? you’re the first person who knows. he will literally tell you anything that bothers him or any thoughts he has. he trusts you so much.

he remembers every little thing about you. he will buy your favorite snacks and leave them on your bag whenever you guys have an argument, along with some flowers and a piece of paper with apologies.

will give you his hoodies without you asking. he loves seeing you wear them.

ꞝ Lysander.

if you call at 3am because you need to talk to him, he will always pick up. and if you wanna see him, say no more, he will be at your door as soon as possible.

the best times with him are summer nights, where you guys stay up until late talking about everything that crosses your minds. he’s the best when it comes to conversations and is always ready to go into important topics with sensitivity & care, but most importantly, maturity.

has a small diary dedicated to you. writes his poems for you, vents when you guys argue & take notes of your favorite things in there.

ꞝ Armin.

he will give you all his accounts passwords, let you use his phone, pc & tech stuff whenever you want. what’s his, is yours.

if he sees something that reminds him of you, he will buy it. a small keychain? a plushie? a cd of your favorite singer/band? he’ll keep it in his room and look at it whenever he misses you.

loves having you at his house. could be just chilling, him doing his thing and you doing yours, he just wants your presence near him, it makes him feel good.

ꞝ Kentin.

keeps his hand on your thigh everytime he’s driving. he’s also very jealous and will often keep it there even if you guys are sitting in a public space.

he really loves it when you put make up on him, or just doing skin care. it relaxes him so much and feels so pampered.

your biggest supporter. will support your ideas and will always hype you and your projects up. he has so much respect for you and value your opinions more than anyone else.

✧ check out the boys’ general headcanons here !

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[k4vehrtz]

Now That We Don't Talk

-> Pairing: eren yeager / gender neutral reader

-> Request: yes / no

-> Word Count: 2K

➷...Summary: you stick to what you know, and what you know is that no one loves you the way eren does.

-> Notes: took a little longer with this one to make sure it's accessible to everyone regardless of their gender ! if i made any mistakes please do let me know ! admittedly not proof read & in lowercase bc i was tipsy when i wrote it and then hung over when i edited it ;-;

➷...Content Warnings: sub/bottom reader. unprotected sex, exes to ?, oral (r giving), mild face fucking/deepthroating, oral fixation is heavily implied, finger sucking, cum swallowing, fingering, use of the nickname 'doll', dacryphilia, dumbification, creampie, implied tummy bulge, light degradation, reader's genitals referred to as: entrance/hole/heat.

you tell yourself that tonight will be different. you’re not hunched over your desk back in your dorm studying. you’re trying new things — like sitting at the makeshift bar in armin’s apartment, nursing a red solo cup of punch as music blares from speakers situated at every corner of the room.

and when someone takes a seat beside you, you indulge in a conversation with them. complaining about how loud the music is turns into sharing trivial facts about your lives. then that transitions into judging everyone’s costumes for halloween.

you didn’t dress up tonight; when you decided to attend armin’s halloween party it was already too late to buy a costume. neither did the stranger whose name you only just realised you never got. so, you both take it upon yourselves to be the judges of everyone else.

which is completely fine until he points out a familiar face. a face you knew you’d run into if you came here. it is his best friend’s house after all. but you make the conscious decision to push that thought to the back of your mind where it belongs. like you’ve been doing with every other thought of him.

before coming here, you had asked yourself: ‘how do i know when i’ve moved on?’ and now you have your answer. you know you’ve moved on when you’re having fun at a party with someone else. and even if you do run into eren, it won’t bother you.

but, the thing is, it does. it does bother you when those green eyes meet yours. when he has that expression on his face that you can’t quite discern. and especially when he turns on his heel, heading towards an empty corridor.

it makes you feel sick to your stomach. which is the only logical reason why you excuse yourself and head in eren’s direction. stopping only when you see him leaning against the door to the bathroom. you’ve been here enough times throughout your relationship with eren to know the layout of the apartment to a t.

and neither of you say anything — falling into a staring competition of some sort. both your gazes heavy with emotion. until eren looks away to open the door to the empty bathroom and you follow him inside. trying new things is fun, but old habits die hard.

eren holds your chin in between his thumb and index finger, tilting your head upwards so that your gaze meets his. “for fuck’s sake,” and he curses, more so to himself than to you, his voice coming out somewhat strained as he speaks, “we’re not playing this game tonight.”

and you swallow hard, leaning in closer against your better judgment, your lips mere centimetres apart. “it’s not like it means anything, right? we broke up, eren.” you counter in a last-ditch effort to save face. this is all your fault, really, you came onto him first, after all, but you’d never admit that.

“that’s where you’re wrong,” he scoffs, brushing his lips against yours, and you do nothing to resist, “it means everything, and you can call it a mistake in—” instead, you take the opportunity to initiate the kiss. sliding your tongue into his mouth with ease. and as soon as the initial shock wears off eren takes control, tangling his fingers in your hair as he deepens the kiss. it’s wet and rough at first, then gentle and slow, and you feel warmth erupt in your chest.

he has to pull away eventually though and you whimper at the loss of his lips against yours. for a moment it felt as though neither of you needed air, only each other.

“you know what? i don’t care if you think what’s about to happen is a mistake,” he grunts, his voice husky as he lifts you to straddle him. the pads of his fingers warm against your skin as he holds you in place.

you glance at him through half-lidded eyes, your mind in circles, as you ask quietly, “what…what’s about to happen?” it’s a rhetorical question, obviously, but you need to hear him say it.

eren doesn’t give you the answer you expect though. the corners of his lips quirk upwards into a lopsided smirk and he tsks. “one kiss isn’t going to make up for everything that you’ve done tonight,” narrowing his eyes at you, but there’s no malice behind the action. “...and if i recall correctly,” he says as he taps your cheek, “you like to use this little mouth of yours so why not put it to good use instead of bitching at me?”

it’s humiliating, really, how it takes everything in you to stifle a moan instead of some sort of witty comeback. only an hour or two has passed since you two first ran into each other and he’s got you wrapped around his finger all over again.

you can feel the imprint of his erection beneath you. throbbing against the constraints of his sweatpants. and your legs almost feel like jelly — the thought alone of having your mouth around him like that has you throbbing with need.

so, when he nudges your cheek again you scramble to your knees, positioning yourself in between his legs. curling your fingers around the waistband of his sweats and boxers before full-on pulling it down. his cock immediately springing upwards, hitting your face, and smearing pre-cum on your lips.

“if you’re not interested i can...” he teases, purposefully trailing off so that you interject: “no! i... i, i’m interested,” and he nods, clicking his tongue and mouthing what you assume is ‘get to it then’.

you hesitate for another minute or so, he’s just so big you don’t know how you ever managed to make it fit! before slowly wrapping your lips around the tip of his cock. it’s hot and heavy on your tongue as more pre-cum leaks out of the slit. and after another brief pause to adjust you begin to swirl your tongue around the angry tip as you slowly take more of his length into your warm mouth.

eren doesn’t rush you — he understands that it’s a challenge for you. but if he said that was his only reason he’d be lying. something about the way your lips are stretched around his cock, drool dripping from either side of your mouth, awakens something in him. it makes his stomach twist, makes his cock throb in your mouth some more, and persuades him to bring his hand to the back of your neck, pushing you down further on his cock.

by no means is it rough but you’re still caught off guard. your yelp muffled by his cock. and he smiles down at you, grunting as he controls your movements. the sound of your muffled moans together with his grunts echoes throughout the otherwise empty bathroom.

it’s not long before his cock is hitting the back of your throat with precision each time he thrusts his hips. green eyes fixated on you as you gag around his length, “take me so well, doll, you were made for this, not for runnin’ your mouth,” taking in the way your eyes brim with tears.

he doesn’t stop though, not until he’s cumming down your throat, and only then does he pull out with a pop, his cock slick with your saliva. you could’ve stopped him at any given time but you didn’t — you even swallowed every last drip of his cum.

eren leans down to wipe the few tears you’ve managed to shed, murmuring as he does so, “if i didn’t know any better i would’ve fallen for your little act. all you need is some cock to shut you up, right doll?” and he uses his fingers to make you shake your head ‘yes’. “but not just any cock, you need my cock.”

you don’t say anything, simply halfway glaring at him but he smiles because he knows he’s right. all you could think of is him and his stupid face and his stupidly big cock and how dumb you were to break up with him. but then again, you don’t even remember why you two broke up in the first place.

you’re dragged out of your train of thought, however, when he lifts you back onto his lap. holding you in the air just long enough to pull down your bottoms so that your bare crotch is flush against his slick cock.

he presses a kiss to your forehead, using one hand to hold you steady on his lap, while the other is dragged along your entrance. and you feel yourself shudder every time one of his fingers ghosts your hole — but that’s always as far as it goes. so, so close yet so fucking far.

“please,” you plead, and you almost don’t recognize the sound of your own voice. you sound so whiny, so desperate. eren moves his hand away, bringing it up to your face to cup your tear-stained cheek, “you’ve gotta use your words, love, how am i supposed to know what you want when all you say is ‘please’?”

you feel like you’re going to lose your mind but you give in to him; you always do. “please,” you repeat yourself, sounding a little breathier this time, “please put your cock in me, i need it.” fighting the heat that’s creeping up your throat all the way to the tips of your ears.

eren pulls his hand back to his chin as if contemplating your request in the most obnoxious way possible. he stays like that for a moment before leaning toward you once more, pressing his finger against your lip. “say ‘ah’ for me,” he hums, and you do exactly as you’re told albeit somewhat unwillingly.

he flashes you a smile, sliding his finger into your mouth and pressing down on your tongue lightly. “now get it all wet for, you can do that for me, right?” you nod eagerly, desperate to please him as you begin swirling your tongue around the salty digit.

soon one finger turns into two, then two into three, and then three into four. you’re so passionate about what you’re doing that it almost hurt eren to pull his fingers out of your mouth. but your dissatisfied whimpers quickly morph into a mix of gasps and breathy moans as he sinks his fingers into your throbbing heat one by one.  

eren’s usually more patient than this but as your desperation for him grows so too does his desperation for you. you barely have time to adjust before his fingers curl inside of you. thick digits working you open while the promise of his throbbing cock is just beneath you.

you’re so close to getting what you want. you feel your heartbeat in between your legs. and when he finally retracts his fingers, you let out a low moan. this is what you've been waiting for.

he slides his hands up to your hips, lifting you to align the head of his cock with your entrance before slowly pushing in. he looks in awe as you sink onto his cock. the more of him you take, the more unfocused your eyes become.

“that’s it,” he moans as he ruts into you, thoroughly enjoying the way your hands scramble to hold onto his broad shoulders and how the fat of your thighs ripple and jiggle with each thrust. “you were so mean earlier, but look at you now. you forget all your words when my cock is in this tight hole or down your throat?”  

you open your mouth to protest because that’s not true! but only a string of moans and little uh-uh-uhs escapes your kiss-swollen lips. you can’t even get a word out as he continues to piston his hips.

“i know, i know,” he whispers into the crook of your neck, bringing one of his hands down to your stomach. “you want to feel me all the way here, right?” and you shudder at the thought, the implication making you squirm. making you clench harder around his throbbing cock. he takes that as a yes it seems as he continues, “don’t worry, i’ll take care of you,”

and he does just that in his own way. continuing to rut into you until you’re sobbing at just how deep he is. you hadn’t even realized when you came the first time, your arousal splattered all over his thighs. but what you do know is that it isn’t long until you’re both cumming together.

[sugugasm]

₊˚.༄ RIGHT HERE RIGHT NOW — assorted characters !

SYNOPSIS - ❝ a compilation of the men who just don’t give a fuck about when or where. ❞

— FEATURING : nanami kento, eren yeager, fushiguro toji, armin arlert.

— CONTENT WARNING : minors do not interact !!, cunninlingus, doggystyle, mirror sex, car sex bc omg??, blowjob, spanking, choking kink, everybody in here has a big dick bc duhhh >_<, use of profanity and pet names such as ꒰ honey, princess, slut ꒱

— AUTHOR’S NOTE : omg hi. so so sorry if this seems rushed, i’ve had horrible writers block recently but i wanted to get this old wip out before finishing other tings <33 excuse any mistakes !!!

NANAMI KENTO

who was typing away at his emails when his pretty little wife arrived to deliver his forgotten lunch. you looked too good walking into his office in a dress that fit you snug. he couldn't help himself. it wasn’t long before giving into his urges : pausing his tasks and planting gentle kisses on your exposed neck and shoulders — which surely turned into you being on your knees under his desk.

your lips wrapped around the head of his cock as you swirl your tongue around his slit. it was taking everything in him to fight off the groans that threatened to escape him. his hands were gripping at the arms of the reclined, spinning chair he sat in, slacks pulled to his ankles with a cock sitting hard in between your lips.

“jesus, love. that feels incredible.” the strain in his voice and the bucking of his hips eventually caused you to start bobbing your head up and down, your hands reaching for his base as you stuffed your mouth full of as much of his cock as you could. “yn, yn, yn— that’s gonna’ make me cum, sweetheart— mmfuuck..” he whispers. nanami’s soft eyes wonder from your exposed chest to your pretty face. there wasn’t much left to say other than ‘wow’ as he watches you slurp and use a vacuum-like technique on his cock.

nanami’s hands cradle the back of your head and he begins to push your head down faster. the gulping and gagging just about did it, but everything fell silent when you attempted to stuff his entire cock into your mouth, “yn, i’m cumming, baby. ah— shit!” you hear distinct chatter outside of nanami’s office door, but a few nosey colleagues didn’t have shit on you. you had to keep going. if anything, this got him to the checkpoint even quicker, white ropes spurting onto your tongue as your husband grumbles a string of moans from his chest.

guess the office gossip would be hot tomorrow.

EREN YAEGER

who pulls you aside at the family function when he sees you bend over in those tight little shorts he loved so much.

his grip on your wrist his firm as he pulls you up the stairs to the nearest bathroom he could find, “eren- wait until we get home, baby,” you whine, hearing him shut and lock the door behind you both. you audibly moan when he lands a palm on your ass as a response to your request.

“are you out of your mind? walkin’ around like that in front of me like i wouldn’t do this. you had it coming,” he yanks those oh so infamous shorts and does the same to his pants as well. he has to quickly cover your mouth his his hand due to your loud whimpers, his cock slowly slipping into you while doing so.

“be quiet and take it,” he says quietly. his hand moves from your mouth to your neck as you nod your head up and down. he had a firm grip on both sides with his fingers. the sound of your skin clapping was loud enough, but suppressing your moans became more difficult when he was fucking you like this. “eren- oh my g—, please” you put your hands on the bathroom sink and grip for dear life. that’s when he picks up the pace, now clutching your neck with not one, but two hands for leverage.

“look at us,” he mumbles, turning your head to meet his gaze in the mirror in front of you both. the tip of his cock bullying your cervix has you close to cumming, but the sight of it all had a much bigger impact, “look at how good i'm fucking you. i wonder what your parents would think if they knew their daughter was a whore?” he mocks. and with that, you finally cum, coating his cock in your slick while riding out your orgasm to finish him off as well.

soon after, eren pulls out and leaves your legs trembling. he chuckles and places a kiss on your forehead, “that’s enough for now. now let’s get goin.’ don’t wanna miss family feud right?”

FUSHIGURO TOJI

who takes you to the brand new fenty lingerie store that opened near your shared home. he didn’t think watching you change in and out of lacey panties would be so difficult, but you tested his limits by putting on his favorite color. it was only a matter of time before he dragged you to the parking lot to teach you a lesson.

toji was losing his grip on your lifted skirt, his hands becoming sweaty as he breaks you in from behind. with your arms wrapped tightly around the back of the seat and your face mushed against it, your whines and howls were enough to alarm a passer by.

he was digging in so deep, your body rocking with every thrust he sent your way, “f-fuck, fuck, fuck! tojiii—“ you use the strength you have to look back at your frustrated boyfriend, his hair sticking to his forehead and his eyes fixed on the motion of your ass up against his lower abdomen. he could care less about your pleas. the only thing on his mind was making you cum.

your hand presses against the foggy glass as toji slams you onto his cock with all his might. your shaky, weak legs didn’t stop you from fucking back until you could feel yourself release all over him, “that’s my girl,” his hands travel to your ass, placing his hands underneath and supporting your balance, “what a slut— playin’ games while we’re out. you’re fucking unbelievable.”

toji mushes your head against the seat and muffles your cries. the pattern of his thrusts began to slow down and soon, you could feel him filling you full him, “you just take it so easily. all that screamin’ earlier— you’re so dramatic.”

ARMIN ARLERT

who sees you before his big game in one of his old jerseys, waving your little makeshift pom-poms around in his face before wishing him good luck. oh if only you knew he’d be pulling you into the locker rooms for a little pre-game workout.

armin’s reddened cheeks weren’t one to be unnoticed. the way you were bouncing on his cock was inevitable: tits jumping, mouth open, eyebrows raised in pleasure— you looked too fucking good, “o-ooh fuck, yn—“

the echoes of your moans bounded around the walls of the locke room, armin’s tip hitting just the right spot. every time your thighs met his, you whined and scratched at the nape of his neck, “minnn—i’m so so close!” you screech. that’s when armin takes matters into his own hands, now thrusting upwards and continuing to help batter out your pussy.

“i’m so lucky— getting to feel you like this…it’s so f-fucking good.” armin latches a his mouth onto one of your nipples and licks at the hardened skin. the pebbled pattern of goosebumps covering your skin overcame you all over again as his small gesture finished you off.

armin flinches at the tightness of your cunt contracting around his cock as your nails dug into his shoulder pads. armin groans and shudders, the jersey you’d worn almost tearing due to how tight the poor boy was clinging on to you.

“you always know just how to warm me up, pretty.”

©️ SATORUBI 2023 please do not copy, repost as your own, or translate any of my work without my knowledge !!!

[nieceeee]

smutty toxic baby daddy eren please !!!!!!!!!!!

“SHE’S NOT YOURS…”

P/C: You and Eren aren’t together. You have the right to date other people. But what happens when you actually use that right….

WC: 5.6k

A/N: okay…this one got a liiiittle bit nasty but hopefully I did it justice. It took a minute to get in the zone.

Minors DNI, smut, daddy kink, praise kink, unprotected sex, spanking, oral sex (mrecieving) if I miss any lmk. Just some nasty stuff😂

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“Y/N!” You heard the familiar voice call behind you, sending a chill down your spine. Damn it you thought to yourself. How the hell did he even find you? You turned slowly to see your baby daddy storming up to you, nostrils flaring in anger. “Rennie.” you breath out trying to get his attention but his eyes are on the man standing next to you. His fists ball at his sides and you can see the clench in his jaw, the muscles working overtime. “Eren. Eren, you need to calm down.” you whisper, laying your hands against his hardened chest. You felt the racing of his heartbeat under the rapid rise and fall of his chest. “Looks like somebody can’t take what they dish out.” Jean’s voice teased from behind you. You roll your eyes and groan internally. Eren’s face shifted to calm as he cut his eyes down at you. “Let’s. Go.” he says, his voice coated in ice. You feel the shiver run through your veins as you give a quick nod and walk over to the bench and grab your things.

“So you just get to come and pull her away from her friends Ren?” Jean challenged. Eren stayed quiet, the muscles in his jaw clenching together. “I mean It isn’t like she is yours anyway.” Jean pushes as he shrugs his shoulders and receives a few chuckles from his friends. At that Eren’s eyes snap back to him, “What?” Eren says, eyes narrowing in and his brows furrowing together. You work quickly to stuff your things into your bag to get back over to them and control the situation. “Y/n, are you okay?” you hear your friend Mikasa call as you toss your phone and keys. You don’t answer, you heartbeat racing as you zip your bag and jog back to where the commotion was.

Anger had Eren in a vice grip, his pulse racing as he clenched and unclenched his fists. “You heard what I said.” Jean smirks at him. “I heard you. I just wanted to see if you were dumb enough to say that shit again.” Eren responds calmly. “Ren.” you say again, your voice begging him. “What did I say do, y/n?” he asks. His green eyes burned with authority. You know there is no stopping him so you silently step forward, pressing your chest into his. Jean scoffs in the background, “Awe, your girl gotta protect you Ren?” “Yeah, keep talking Jean. See what happens.” Eren says. He was trying to keep his composure but he couldn’t help it. He had found out. How? You had no clue but he definitely had found out, you could tell by the way he was reacting to you. “Eren.” you push into him again. He frowns, looking down at you. “Not here.” you say softly. People were starting to look over, whispering about the commotion.

Eren reeled his anger back in. “My car. Now.” He says to you. You intertwine your fingers with his, wrapping them tightly as you tug him towards the parking lot. One thing about Eren, was that he was protective. Especially about you. Anyone who knew him was aware of that. Jean was aware of that and unfortunately for him he didn't know when to shut the fuck up. You needed to get Eren away before any of that anger was unleashed. You pull him by his hand back towards your group of friends who were waiting near the parking lot. “Yeah that's what I thought. That's the reason she needed someone else anyway. Clearly you can't do shit for her.” Jean called out. Eren stilled completely. Fuck you thought to yourself. “Y/n.” He said. You sigh heavily as you loosen your grip on his hand. He turns, tossing his bag to Armin who had walked up to meet you. You watch as he walks forward to where Jean was standing with his friends, a dumb smirk plastered on his face. In a blink, Eren’s fist collided with Jean’s face. “Shit.” Connie and Armin said in unison as they raced across the court. Eren pushed forward, colliding his balled fist into Jean’s stomach. He slumped and hit the ground. Eren cocked back to swing again but his arm was caught. “Bro, come on. You made your point. We got to go!” His friends called out. soft sirens were wailing across town, no doubt headed this way.

They pulled him off of Jean and walked back towards you, your chest rising and falling rapidly. “Rennie.” You start. “Let’s go.” he cuts you off, throwing his arm around your shoulders and leading you to his car. “My car is over there.” you say to him. He walks around and opens the passenger side door, daring you to oppose him. ���I hate it when you do this.” you roll your eyes but you get inside the car and click your seatbelt on. Eren slides in and starts the engine. The ride home was dangerously quiet, his anger still rolled off of him in waves. You look out the window, your bottom lip pulled between your teeth in nervousness. Eren was a different person when he was angry. You knew that bottled up aggression would eventually explode and you had a good feeling on what he was going to do to release it.

He pulled into the driveway of his apartment and got out, walking around to open your door. You step out on shaky legs and follow him inside. He hadn’t said anything since you both left the park. Once you stepped in the doorway, he was standing in front of you arms crossed. “Rennie…” you ask but he tilts his head towards the bedroom door. You get that familiar ball of energy in your stomach as you walk down the hall to his room. His presence behind you is like a shadow, fearful and anticipating. You quicken your pace slightly as a low chuckle follows behind you. Once inside the bedroom, you waste no time climbing in the middle of the King sized mattress, sitting crisscrossed and waiting for him to speak.

After a few heavy moments of silence he breaks it, “Is it true?” his voice carries over to you. You felt your chest drop to your stomach. “Eren.” you start. “Don't lie to me, y/n.” His anger palpable. “I- I’m not.” you whisper. “Did you or did you not fuck him?'' His voice was eerily steady. “Eren does it fucking matter? Seriously, I don't question you about the bitches you fuck when we arent talking or your girlfriend. Did you forget about her?” you say titled your head at him. “I don't understand why it's a fucking issue.” you groan. “First off, I’m not with her right now. We are…”’ he paused for a moment, taking in a deep breath. “We are on a break, okay.” he shrugged. “And for two, It's not about other people. It’s THAT one that I have a problem with.” he said, raising his voice again. “Eren. We are not together so I don't understand why you’re so pissed off about this.” you breath out. “Answer the question,” he demanded. “Yes, E. I fucked him okay. Yes, I used protection. Yes, it was one time.” you let out. Eren stilled in front of you again, his chest rising and falling rapidly. His eyes narrowed at me. “E…” you start.

His eyes glossed over, thoughts going primal at the idea of another man pleasing you. At the image of his name falling from your lips as he worked his way inside of you. “Eren…” you say again. His eyes were staring directly into you and that familiar pulsing drummed between your legs. You shouldn’t feel like this at seeing him angry but it always did something to you. You opened your mouth to speak again but he cut your sentence off, “Don’t.” He demanded, walking closer to the bed. “Rules, Don’t speak until you’re spoken to.” He says as he slowly begins to undress. You feel your energy spiking as you watch his hands move the cotton fabric over his head. “Don’t address me by anything other than my title. Do you need a reminder of what those are?” He asked, his voice raspy and thick with lust. “N-no..” you reply breathless. “No?” He lifted his brow at me. “No sir.” He hummed his approval as he walked closer to the bed, tossing his shirt to the side. “Er- Sir?” You speak . “Yes babydoll.” The nickname rolled off his tongue. “I’m sorry.” You whimper softly. “No, you’re not. Not yet. But you will be in the next 15 minutes. Now…” he started standing up straight and raising his chin up. “On your knees.” You slide off the bed onto shaking legs, your toes press down into the soft carpet underneath you. You let out a slow breath and turn to him.

Eren watches as you lower yourself to your knees in front of him. Your heart is beating in your ears as his emerald irises stare down at you. “Last rule. The only words I want to hear from you other than you begging for mercy are fuck, shit, yes and more. If you speak out of turn then you deal with the consequences. Do I make myself clear?” He said. You tremble at the command in his voice and slowly nod your head. He smirked down at me, “Good girl. Now be a good little doll and open your mouth for me.” His voice wraps around your head and trails down your spine causing you to straighten up as you part your lips and wait for your next instruction. The air between the two of you is charged as you sit, your center pulsing gently as you anticipate what he is going to do with you.

As toxic as it may seem, you loved the way he used you when he was angry. The way he would torture your body with pleasure over and over again until you were a drooling mess. How sore you would be the next morning as you look over the gentle bruises against your soft skin from his tightened grip as you tried to escape the overstimulation. It has been so long since you got to experience this side of him, way before he had found out about the baby and before that day in the mall. Your mind tried to pull up those memories but you forced them away. Now wasn't the place for that. Now was simply about sex and the aching feeling that was growing between your legs as you stared at the crotch of his pants, the thick bulge straining against the fabric of his underwear. Your fingers itched to touch him but you knew what would happen if you disobeyed the rules. You wouldn't do it, not right now.

So you waited like the good girl you were until he made his next move. “You like what you see babydoll?” He asked, brow hitched and head tilted to the side in amusement. “Yes sir.” You squeak out. A chuckle comes from his chest. “Yeah, I know. You’ve been thinking about this dick huh?” He asks you. You take a small intake of breath at his words, the deep vibrato coated with his anger and arousal. “I know. My sweet little babydoll has been dreaming about how good this dick does her. I bet when you fucked him, you could only think about me. About the way you pussy squeezed my dick as I fucked you, right?” He teases you. “Y-yes sir.” You repeat, the need building in your body. Eren works his boxers down and you hiss as his glorious length springs out from underneath the fabric. Blood rushing down in his body has him standing at attention in front of you. You take it in. The creamy smooth skin with thick veins running in different patterns all the way up to the wide head that is swollen pink and oozing with beads of his precum. It was right at your lips. You could easily slip your tongue out and let the saltiness tease your buds. Your mouth started to water with anticipation at the familiarity of it all. Your resolve was wavering with each passing second.

“Damn babydoll you drooling already and we haven’t even started yet. You’re so fucking horny for me. I know if I reach down and touch that pussy, you’ll be dripping all down my fucking hand.” He growled down at you. “It’s okay. Daddy’s going to give you just what you want.” His hands come down to grip his dick as he strokes himself softly. More of his cum leaks out and your breath quickens as he brings his tip to your mouth, smearing his mess against your lips. You release a light moan as he pushes past your lips and into the warmth of your mouth. Eren takes a sharp intake of breath to keep his eyes from rolling to the back of his head. You weren’t the only one who missed this. He takes another second, stilling himself to gain control. He wouldn’t let you off the hook that easy.

You suckle on as much as he allows you, savoring in the flavor of him. “You want some more huh? You want more of daddy’s dick down your throat. Or you still thinking about him?” He grumbled. You plead against him, leaning forward to take more of his dick between your lips. Your pleas sound more like gurgling in the back of your throat. “Maybe I shouldn’t even let you taste this dick since you can't fucking seem to keep what’s belongs to me to me. You like giving away my things babydoll?” Eren asks, increasing the speed of his strokes. You give a gentle head shake as you look up at him, hoping your pleas show through your widened eyes and the way your tongue desperately swirls against his tip.

He starts slowing, inching himself further towards your throat and you gladly accept all of him. You won’t admit how much you’d been craving him. Since that night at your house, you both had been distant from each other. He rarely stared over longer than he should and you knew something was off but he wouldn’t speak on it. You both had given each other space but you still had needs. So the one night you got some free time while your son was with his dad, you decided to let loose as a mama. Your friends had you out and about and somehow by the end of the night, you ended up in the bed with Jean. You remember everything. The drinking, sloppy kisses, and pisspoor sex. It only made you irritated that you wasted your time as you made your way back to Eren to pick up your son that Sunday afternoon.

Eren knew something had happened. He knew you better than anyone. So when you kept avoiding his gaze and being short with him, he realized that something had happened. And when he found out he was pissed. Did he have the right to be? No, of course not. He had no claim over you. You were single and had every right to be with who you wanted. I mean, he had been with someone, emphasis on ‘had been’. But that night when he laid down and his mind was plagued with the thought of you calling another man's name. Another name pushing into your juicy walls and he massages the softness of your hips. He didn't sleep for a week because he was haunted by that image. And when he pulled up to the park and saw you standing next to him, all common sense flew out the damn window. All he could see were those images and red. His anger got the best of him as he stormed up to you both and it was his anger leading you both to this moment here.

Where he looks down at you on your knees, his dick halfway in your mouth. He watches as you suck on him, desperate to please him. He knows you didn't mean anything by fucking Jean but his anger didn't care. His fingers come up and rub into your scalp, causing you to release a moan against him. “Fuck y/n.” He lets out. Eren tries to think of a comeback but you slurp at him and cause his brain to blank for a moment. Your juicy lips wrap around his girth as you suck him deeper into your mouth. Your tongue slides against the bottom of his dick as you pull your head back before taking him in again. He feels himself wanting to give in to you. To take you and stroke you slow and whisper sweet nothings to you like he loves so much. But he can’t cater to you right now. Now, you need to remember exactly who you belong to.

Eren fucks your mouth, holding your head still as he pushes his dick to the back of your throat. You gag slightly but take a deep breath through your nose and focus on breathing as his thickness continues to push towards the back of your throat. Slob spills out the corners of your lips and your eyes water but you remain still, allowing him to abuse your face how he sees fit. Eren feels himself coming closer to an orgasm. He feels the way your throat contracts slightly against him but you won’t give up. You are his good girl for a reason. “Fuck, you’re doing so good babydoll.” He grunts, the head of his dick pushing deeper into the back of your throat. He knows he is supposed to be punishing you but he can't help but give you some praise. He wouldn't be him if he didn't. Beads of sweat drip down Eren’s forehead and he holds the sides of your face, his strokes getting sloppier and more aggressive. He is so fucking close and you both know it. His eyes screw shut as he pants above you. You wanted to see him, needed to see the way his eyes glossed over when he came. That familiar soft blinking as his lips part slightly, a small ‘o’ forming on his lips as his body convulses slightly when his nut spills down your throat.

Your nails dig into your legs as you resist the urge to reach out and pull him closer, forcing him to look you in your eyes. “Fuck babydoll ‘m gone…” he groans. Eren feels the tingle of his impending orgasm. You anticipate it, hoping to feel his cum drip down your throat and you get just what you want. He jerks slightly as a ‘fuck’ falls from his lips, he spurts into your mouth, the warm thick cream filling your jaw as his saltiness washes over your taste buds. He swiped his thumbs underneath your eyes, collecting the smeared makeup and running mascara against his fingertip. You look up at him still on your knees. Lips swollen and red, his cum still sitting in the curve of your tongue. “Swallow.” Eren demands. He watches the movement of your throat as you savor him. You still kneel in front of him, heart racing and the juices from your pussy running down your inner thighs from the excitement of pleasing him. You didn't have to look to know your panties were soaking wet.

Eren hitches his head, commanding you to stand. Your knees are slightly red and small indents are in the fluff of your carpet as you rise from the position you are in. He watches as you walk to the bed, assuming his favorite and familiar position. You climb towards the middle of your mattress and turn to face the headboard. Your cheek hits the pillow as you arch your ass up into the air and wait. You feel the weight shift in the bed as Eren’s warm body comes up next to you. “Now babydoll, you care to explain to me why I had to find out you were fucking that lame?’ He questions you. “Re-..” you start but are cut off by his thick hand coming down hard on your ass. The cool air brushes against the stinging sensation as you groan into the comforter. “Rule number one…” He brings his hand down again in the same spot but slightly harder. Your pussy clenches at the pain as you feel your juices leaking out. “Look at your pussy fucking dripping. You like this shit, huh? You like making daddy mad so I can teach you a lesson, right?” He asks, dragging his fingers from your clit and back around to your opening, smearing your wetness all over your pussy and your ass.

“Yes sir.” You breath out. “Yeah, I know you do. That’s why you did that bullshit.” He slightly pouts at you. You know that wasn't the reason. The night with Jean was honestly a random one and anyone who was there would’ve known that. But there was no way in hell you would say that right now. Not while he was like this. So you kept your mouth shut as Eren rubbed lazy circles on your pussy. “Yeah. You did that. But you’re about to wish you never let him touch you.” He says before removing his hand and moving around you. You feel one hand grip your side as the other runs over your spine, leaving a trail of chills in it's place. He doesn’t warn you. Eren slips his dick all the way inside of you, spreading your walls wide with his thickness. “Fuck.” You gasp softly and clench, unintentionally leaning forward at the feeling.

You had fucked him plenty of times before but it was never enough to get use to his size. Eren was long, yes but it was the girthiness of his dick that always had your toes curling and essentially what had you letting him nut inside of you before, hence the reason he was your baby daddy to begin with. “Damn, you running already. I haven’t even fucked you yet.” He laughed sadistically. He grips both your hips and slams you back against him until his dick was sheathed deep into your core. “FUCK” you cry out as your fingers grip the cover underneath you, your toes curling into tight balls. “Yeah, that’s more like it.”Eren grunts in your ear as he holds you in place. His dick pulses between your legs as your walls release and contract against him. “You like taking dick so much, let's see how well you do with this.”

Eren is pissed. You can tell in every action he takes. He has your hips in a vice grip as he rams into you, his tip hitting that overly sensitive spot in you that makes you shiver. He fucks every ounce of frustration he has into you. Your pussy swells at the roughness but you love the sensation. “That’s right. Take daddy’s dick like a good girl.” He grunts. He pounds into you without remorse, the thoughts of you crying out to another man like you were doing now only making him push harder. “Yes daddy, so good.” Your words slur together, as he fucks your senses from you, drool slightly dripping from your lips and your eyes roll back. You couldn’t think, you could only feel the sensation of him. Eren shifts your hips back slightly, arching you pass your limits and continues to pump into you. You feel his tip brush against your cervix and you let out a yelp and your hands shoot back to press against his chest. He slaps your wrists and continues to fuck you. You’re panting underneath him trying your best not to squirm but the intensity is getting stronger. You cry out Eren’s name and you cum all over his dick but he doesn’t stop.

He continues to pump into you. The sounds of your wetness getting louder with every stroke he makes. Eren was going to fuck you until you couldn’t move. Because then you wouldn't be able to go to another man, let alone think about one. He was going to try and break you. Just the way you like him to and only him. That possessive thought puts a smile on his face and gives him another energy boost.

Once again your hands reach around and press against him to try and offer yourself some sort of relief. “Oh My God Rennie.” You call out, tears streaming down your face. “God can’t save you now princess. Now move your fucking hands and take this shit.” He growled. You feel him pushing harder as if he was trying to break through you, your walls squeeze around his dick. You can't help that you slide forward but Eren notices. “Oh you still running? Bet.” He takes both of your hands into one of his and locks them snug behind your back. Then he lifts one of his legs and presses it into the bed and fucks you into the mattress. “I bet he didn’t make you run like this. Nobody fucks this pussy like I do.” He mumbles with each stroke.

Your body starts to tremble and you feel your thighs giving out. You slide down onto the bed, your stomach dropping into the mattress but it doesn’t stop him. He lowers his leg and changes positions, slipping both of his legs between yours to spread your pussy as you rest in missionary position. He fucks you deep until you're creaming on his dick again. “Yeah, give me my shit.” He says as he drives into you. Your body loves the way he is treating you as you reach your second climax. You need to take a second to try and catch your breath but Eren doesn’t give you anytime to breath. He slips out for a moment and grips your leg, flipping you on your back. Eren grips your calves and presses your legs back, sliding his hand down to curve of your knees as he pushes them close to your ears. He slips his dick back into you with ease and begins to thrust his hips forward, fucking your walls as he spreads your thighs wider.

“Ren... I can’t please. Please, it's too much.” You scream out. “You don’t fucking say you can’t around me.” He says as he grips your throat and squeezes softly. The familiar butterflies form in your stomach. “You’re my good girl right? You don't give up on daddy, right?” He encourages you. Eren refuses to let up, his anger not being satiated. He needs more of you. All of you. And he wasn't stopping until he was for sure it was all his. “This is my pussy. Only mine. Do you understand me babydoll” his deep voice commands you. He releases your neck and spreads your legs wider “Yes.” You let out, your body starting to shake. “Yes who?” He asks. “Yes sir.” You cry literal tears. “Nah, I want you to tell me babydoll. Tell me it's mine.” he says, a light begging coating his words. He needed to hear you say it. Eren knows that although he was on top, you were the one who was controlling him. It was an irrational fear toying with his mind but still he couldn’t stop until he heard it fall from your lips. “It’s yours daddy. This pussy is yours. All yours.” you give him exactly what he wants, the truth. You both knew it. Eren lets a growl rip from him chest and he fucks you as deep as you can take it. Your thighs burn from being stretched back so far but you disregard it.

“Good fucking girl. Now show daddy how much you love this dick.” Eren says, his anger slowly starting to fade and that familiar longing in his chest taking it's place. Repositioning himself he grinds into your pussy slowing his speed but pushing deeper into your stomach. You feel yourself teetering over the edge again. You moan loudly. “Yeah that’s my girl. Talk to me babydoll.” He caresses, grabbing your chin and making you look him in the eyes. “Daddy, I’m going to cum please.” You call out. You feel the heavy wave of liquid rushing down to your core. You knew what was coming next. “Give it to me baby. Let me have it.” Eren takes his time with each stroke but makes sure that he pushes into the top of your pussy, right where that spot was. “Fuck!” You scream out over and over as your orgasm ripples through your body like a tidal wave, splashing against your thighs and Eren’s chest. Eren reaches down and rapidly rubs against your clit, making sure that you release everything and creating a bigger mess in the process. “That’s my girl, fuck I'm going to cum in you babydoll.” He groans as you feel the warmth of his nut coat your insides as you continue to squirt your wetness onto him.

Thankfully you got on birth control after your son was born…

You’re lightheaded and drunk on lust by the time you come down. His strokes slow to a halt. You both sit there for a moment. Eren’s dick still pulsing inside of you and he holds your trembling legs. He slips out of you, both of your juices spilling onto the mattress. Eren hovers over you, his breathing leveling out and his heart rate slows back down to it's regular pace. Your nerves start to get the best of you once your mind clears. You both stare at each other for a while, unsure of exactly where to go from here. “E-…” you start. “Don’t.” He interrupted. He sits back onto his knees in the bed. “Come here.” He says. You pause at first unsure of your next move. He waits patiently. “Please, y/n.” He says softly. You lift your body and slowly shuffle closer to him.

Eren pulls you into his arms by your waist. You allow him to wrap you up in his arms. He holds you close, dropping his head into your neck and inhaling your scent. You allow him the time he needs, feeding into his love language. You gently stroke your fingers from his soft hair and down his back, the tips of nails edging against his spine. He hums his thanks into your skin before planting soft kisses on you. Finally pulling back from you, he lets out a breath. “You okay now?” You ask him looking up into his eyes. He leans down and presses his lips against your temple. “I’m sorry.” He lets out. “Fuck, I- I overreacted. I just saw you standing there with him and I had just heard about you two. I-…” he fumbles over his words trying to explain himself. “Were you jealous Rennie?” You tease. “Fuck yes.” He growled at you, nipping at your bottom lip.

He knew he had no right to be. He knew he had no claim on you. But that didn't mean you weren’t his. He couldn’t help himself around you. You grab his face and turn his eyes to meet yours. “Are you sure you’re okay?” You ask softly. “I will be.” He responds. He takes the time to look over your body at the mess he made. The dried cum on your inner thigh to the bruises on your hips. His fingers slide over them gently. “Hurt?” He asks. “Not too bad.” You shrug. He nods slightly, his brows furrowing in confusion. “Rennie, you’re being a dad.” You fuss. “I am your daddy.” He smirks. “You know what I mean.” You roll your eyes and playfully smack his shoulder. “Speaking of being a dad. Is he okay?” He asks. “Yeah, he’s with my parents for the week. Being spoiled rotten.” You giggle. Eren smiles to himself. That warmth spreads through him again as he sits with you in his lap, watching the way your eyes light up when your talk about the child you share.

“Okay, well let's get you cleaned up and fed, yeah?” He says sweetly. You nod and allow him to cater to you. He wraps your legs around his waist and scoots off the bed. “Shoot let me text my mom too. Just to check in.” you say. He sits you down on your feet, making sure you are steady before going to the bathroom to run you some water. You search around for your phone and spot it on the bed tangled in the sheets. “Damn it, this isn't mine.” you say flipping the phone over and looking at the screen you smile to yourself as his lock screen comes into view. The picture of the three of you the day c/n was born pops up. You rub against the screen at the picture, but the phone opens up for you. “You still have my face in your pho-...” you start to tease but your words get caught in your throat. “You were saying something babydoll?” he asks as he walks out. You turn to Eren, your eyes wide with nerves and anxiety pulsing through your veins. “Rennie” you whisper softly. He hears the concern in your voice and comes to check on you, hands reaching out to your waist. “What’s wrong? Did I hurt you too bad?” He questioned. You shake your head slightly. Your wrist turns and shows him the screen and his face pales slightly. “Fuck.” He whispers.

On the screen was an ongoing call. Your heartbeat out of your ears as you stared at her name. The phone timer is at 20 minutes and counting. Your hand shakes as you both stare down in silence before the call ends. Your eyes met his and an uneasy wave washed over you both. She heard everything…

[angelic-wh0re]

❤︎‬Pretty... ❤︎‬

Pt 3 Eren Yeager x coquette!black fem reader

Pt 1 Pt 2

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He looked like the Cheshire Cat, standing at you door. Grinning from ear to ear. But he couldn’t help it. Eren truly never cared for what he looked like, but today, oh, today was different. He spent 3 hours getting ready. He even had Armin, Jean, and Connie come over to help him pick an outfit. He had to make sure that today was perfect, just like you.

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He stood there and after about two minutes he rang your doorbell. He was nervous but he didn’t understand why. I mean, he’s been on one or two dates before but honestly, not like this. Those dates were just pathetic attempts in getting your attention. Now he’s at the one place he’s dreamt of being at and he’s nervous?

‘Man up!’ He mumbles under his breath. He takes a deep breath in and a deep breath out. Trying to calm his nerves. Which in the end worked but he tensed up again when he heard you door unlocking.

And there you were, in your pretty ass dress, and your pretty ass bows in your hair, and your pretty ass shoes, and…

He was very much Mesmerized. In fact he was So mesmerized, he didn’t register anything you were saying.

“Umm Eren..” You Wave to him breaking him out of his little trance. “..o-oh uh Hey..” if he was nervous before, he was 100 times more anxious now. And I can assure you he was now reder than the roses growing in your front garden. “I’m just gonna get the basket and I’ll be out!” You shoot him a quick smile and go back inside to get the picnic basket sitting on your kitchen counter. I think you’re trying to kill this man.

“Oh so you’re rich rich huh?” You chuckle sarcastically as you get in his car. “I guess you can say that.. you like it?”

“Mhmm! I’m very aware that we are going on a picnic but I still have yet to know where?” You say with a subtle smile on your face . “It’s a surprise.” He smiles. “You look so pretty..” he fixes on of the bows in your hair. “maybe that’s what I should call you from now on, how you like it Pretty. ” it was obvious that you adored the nickname hence the big smile growing on your face. You tried to contain said smile but it forcefully came out. Now you looked like the Cheshire Cat. “Should I give you a nickname too..?” You shyly look at your lap. “Mm if you Wanna Pretty.” He starts up his car.

I guess there’s a reason why you didn’t get any flowers because after about 15 minutes of driving, you looked out his cars window all you could was flowers. You giggled. Wondering what was so funny, he looked at you. “Keep your eyes on the road…Rennie.” You sigh.

‘Rennie…?’ Lucky for Your safety, you were just pulling up into a nearby parking lot. Otherwise I can assure you that you guys would of crashed. Again, are you trying to kill this man?

Once you two found the perfect spot, you laid your picnic blanket down, and put your picnic basket on top. You both sat down and took out all of the food you have prepared. “I didn’t really know what you might like so I just made sandwiches and chicken nuggets..” Eren picks up a sandwich and brings it to his mouth. “I also made dessert!” His eyes widen. “ did You made this sandwich..from scratch..?” “Oh uh yeah.. everything in here I made from scratch including the strawberry lemonade….why do you not like them..?” A sad expression grows on you face

…

“ Pretty i really think we should get married. like rn. At this very second. ”

…

As your date came to a close, you and Eren could be seen walking up to your door. “I had a really good time Rennie! Thank you.” You grin. “No THANK YOU for blessing me with your amazing cooking.” You both laugh. He Did absolutely demolish those chicken sandwiches. And don’t get me started with the dessert. Once the laughter was finished there was a few seconds of silence between the two of you. Your trying to contain you smile as Eren is Staring at you. You could practically see hearts in his eyes.

Eren takes your hands in his. Pulling you closer. He heard a quiet yet cute squeal come from your mouth and he chuckles. “Hey pretty..?” He says in a sultry voice. “..yeah..” you smile as he pulls you even closer. Now rather then holding your hands, his hands are now on your waist.

“Can I please kiss you..?”

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>ᵥ_ᵥ<:ok guys this is the end 😭 I really hoped that you liked this (cause I lowkey don’t but hey ✋😪✋)

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[hanjisungslag]

attack on titan headcanons #9

## - when you get caught in a titans hand

genre - angst

pairing - aot x reader

word count -

warnings - none!

notes - can i still make a christmas post even though it’s january.. 💀

EREN JAEGER -

as soon as this man sees you, the love of his life, caught in a wretched titans hands, his fight or flight kicks in. and you know damn well it’s FIGHT. he drops everything at that very moment, no matter to rescue your dumbass.

erens minding his business, doing what he usually does with the levi squad preparing to transform and help at any given moment until he hears a familiar scream. he swiftly turns his head and sees your body trapped in a titans large hands - he immediately drops everything he’s doing with the levi squad and starts to make his way towards you QUICK.

levi and the rest of the squad turn to face eren but quickly realise he’s ran off somewhere, they all start screaming at him telling him to get his ass back over there but he doesn’t even hear them at this rate. he’s blinded by pure rage seeing the situation you’ve gotten yourself into.

he slices the titans nape with a war cry and snatches you out of its hands. he places you down gently and asks how the hell you ended up like that but, before you could answer the levi squad come over and take him away.

before he leaves, his squeezes your hand tightly.

MIKASA ACKERMAN -

this mf rescues you in two seconds FLAT. cmon now, even as a rookie they compared her to 100 soldiers, you’re more than safe in her hands.

she sees you tightly wrapped in a titans grasp, swoops in and rescues you immediately. while taking out several titans on the way, she swiftly takes down the titan and swoops you into her arms before you could land on the ground. as she rushes you back to safety somewhere she lectures you while on the verge of tears.

as she puts you down safely, she looks at you with tears still welling in her eyes. she gives you a stern look and says

“don’t you dare do that again. please.”

ARMIN ARLERT - 

poor baby gets so scared. he just thinks back to when he froze and he thought eren had died because of his cowardly attitude.

he cant do that again. he knows he’s not a coward and it’s time to show himself and you that he’s not. although, he’s not confident to take on a titan by himself so, he comes up with a very quick and witty way to get you out of that titans grasp.

he asks jean to help him with his plan and then get you out of there. thankfully, you held up the titan with your kicking and slicing of its fingers.

jean takes down the titan as armin takes you in his arms. he keeps flying until you’re somewhere safe and secluded, he takes this brief moment to take you into his arms. he takes in your scent as you embrace.

he thinks about how he could’ve lost this. thank god he didn’t.

SASHA BRAUS -

although she may be a bit of a goof, if your life is in danger she’s not messing around. she’s getting you out of that situation, FAST.

her mind is moving as fast as her body (for once).

sasha suddenly noticed that you’re not flying next to her anymore, her concerns grow quicker by the second. when did this happen? how long have you been gone?

she scans the area with pace, asking everyone in sight where you were then, she swung her head and saw a familiar person about to get eaten by a titan. she jumps into action, making her way towards you with speed, avoiding all obstacles that stood between you and her.

she slices the titans nape with ease and brings you back down.

“don’t scare me like that!”

CONNIE SPRINGER -

he gets so scared when he sees you in that situation, it makes him sick to his stomach. but once again, he is not going to mess around when you’re in danger.

although he has this horrid feeling rushing through his body and his head is pulsing from the stress of it all, he’ll come and save you immediately.

connie patrols the area, making sure it’s clear of titans, there he spots an abnormal chasing someone down the streets and it was… you?! it seems you had run out of gas. connie makes his way over the rooftops fast even faster than when keith makes him run laps.

he takes down the abnormal and scoops you back up taking you to the nearest station to refill your gas.

JEAN KIRSTEIN -

never seen that man move faster or kill a titan faster. he’s filled with pure adrenaline, the attack was quick witted and slightly blinded by rage/love. but it all adds up to saving you as quick as he could.

all he sees is you in a titans hands out of all places, the world around him is blurred as he makes his way to you and FAST. he’s slashes the titan nape deep as you catch yourself and carefully lower yourself to the ground to take a breather. he stands over the titan looking down on its lifeless body, he’s so disgusted that it touched you. he quickly makes his way over to you and his face that was filled with rage two seconds ago turned to a face of concern. he places a hand on your back.

“are you okay?! you’re not hurt are you? don’t run off on your own next time.”

REINER BRAUN -

comes after you IMMEDIATELY, his body moves before he can even think straight seeing you like that.. wrapped in a titans dirty fingers. only titan that should be grappling you like that is him🙄.

this man is lucky he’s so good at what he does because the way he was blinded by so much rage, he’d end up like eren in that situation if it wasn’t for his immense skills. though, he quickly realises that he needs to calm down and snap into action to save you, which he does diligently (of course).

he pats you down quickly as he examines you to make sure you’re not hurt and gives you a quick kiss on the forehead. you guys make your way back to the rest of the group with him keeping a verryyy close eye on you.

BERTOLT HOOVER -

this man is so FUCKING terrified, he’s almost on the verges of tears when he sees you like that. he couldn’t think of anything worse to witness.

he speeds off to go rescue you as the tears fall of his face into the strong winds and right behind him is reiner, knowing he’d need someone whether to help him rescue you or just emotional support.

as bertolt comes in and rescues you, reiner is behind him making sure no other titans try to ambush you guys. the process is quick and you’re out of there in no time. he squeezed your hand tightly as you take a slight breather but, you cant stay for long, you had to get back to fighting even more titans.

after it’s all over, he genuinely has an existential crisis about his own identity after this incident…

what if he causes you harm while in titan form? he could never live with himself if he did such a thing. i suppose it’s not something to think about yet.

ANNIE LEONHART -

rescues you in a heartbeat, you barely even realised you nearly got eaten by a titan because it all happened so fast😭.

i swear the same second that titan even TOUCHED you.. you were suddenly in annie’s arms, like what the flip? she takes down the titan swiftly, grabs you and puts you back down on the ground. you stand in shock trying to process what just happened as she looks at you, deadpan.

she sighs “i suppose we have some training to do when we get back.”

LEVI ACKERMAN -

pfft, cmon now. saving you is another day in the life really, isn’t it? this is levi flipping ackerman, humanity’s strongest soldier.

the titan didn’t even have a chance to grab you in the first place. he just sees it going for you before you even notice yourself, he slices it’s nape with precision and catches you and all! he sets you down and quickly scans the area before he grabs you, pulling you into his arms.. his nails dig into your clothes.

“i’m not letting what happened to them happen to you.”

ERWIN SMITH -

as the commander, he’s got a lot of duties to keep up with not including making sure his soldiers stay alive *ahem* but you’re not any soldier so!

he has no time to rescue you himself but trust me, someone close to him will be picking you up right away and whisking you off right next to him so he can see you’re safe and also give you a lecture.

however, if desperate times call for desperate measures he would leave his position for a split second to come save you, pat you down, make sure you’re okay and then dip again.

an unfamiliar hand whisks you away from your near death experience and places you right next to the one and only, erwin smith. he looks at you closely and pats you down as he says,

“well you don’t seem hurt, are you? you’re going to be staying beside me for the rest of this expedition.”

HANGE ZOË -

drops whatever they’re doing for you even if they’re doing their like deputy work, they’ll call someone to take over their position (could be an average soldier, causing great confusion).

no no no, hange saw you locked in that titan’s grasp and immediately springs into action. she taps the shoulder of a nearby soldier and said “hey! can you just- yeah, just stay right there” as they grab them putting them in their place next to erwin.

erwin eventually turns around and sees an awkward soldier waving at him instead of hange. he sighs.

while that’s happening, hange is flying through the forest chasing after you. they take down the titan and take you to a nearby branch. they frantically spin you around, making you dizzy in the process, making sure you’re not hurt. you did have some cuts on your legs due to you being squished with your swords beside you.

hange realises this and whips out a random roll of bandage from their pocket (?) they patch you back up and after they’re done asking if you’re okay, is the bandage too tight etc they eventually start talking about the ‘rush’.

“WOO!! IM SO FULL OF ADRENALINE RIGHT NOW, WOW.”

[seeingivy]

three days 

roommate eren x f!reader  

three years can feel like an eternity, if you let them

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content warning: eren being miserable, jean being annoying again, hitch being even worse 

an: ok I promise we return to regularly scheduled sweet boy eren after this (which is almost done being written) :00000

previous part linked here

-

Eren doesn’t sleep well. Some part of him was always flighty - twisting and turning every time he heard a noise, the fan whirring, the room creaking. He’d been like that, since he was a kid. 

His mom had mentioned that when she visited the nursery for the first time, right after he was born, that the only reason Zeke could point him out in the row of other boys was because he was rustling, struggling against his swaddle. 

The only thing that put him at ease? Kept him still through the night? You. When you would still sleep in his bed. 

The first night, after you so quickly mentioned that the two of you were a mistake, he couldn’t sleep. He could still smell you, your peach scent pressed against his pillows and his blankets. He runs his hand against his pillow cases, wishing you were here with him. 

The following morning, it took him thirty minutes to brace himself. To face you. He has to fight the urge - to touch you, press himself against you and kiss you full on the mouth. Like he should have, when you asked him to. 

He should have just done it. Maybe you’d still be here with him if he would have. Screw Zeke. All that shit about making a special moment, making your heart flutter. He should have just kissed you. 

When you were in the bathroom, getting ready. When you put his necklace on, when he lost you in the crowd, when he carried you at the concert, when you kissed his fucking cheek, when you asked him to. 

He braced himself. Deep breaths, grounding techniques. Just like Mikasa and Armin taught him. When he leaves the safe confines of his room, he finds that your key was off the hook and your sneakers were absent from the door. You left already. You’re avoiding him just as much as he’s avoiding you. 

You don’t return that night. He’s okay with it. He can’t see you. Not yet anyways. 

- 

It worries him, the second day. You still haven’t returned. He couldn’t have messed up that badly, could he? You couldn’t hate him this much, so much so that you wouldn’t come home. 

He marches over to the office, where Armin, Jean, and Annie are supposed to be. He’s hoping you’ll be there. That he’ll open the door and find you there, sprawled across the floor like you usually are.

But you’re not. Just Jean, Armin, and Annie - staring him down. 

“What’s wrong with you, Eren? Why are you…panting?” 

“Nothing, Annie. I just thought Y/N might be here.” 

“She’s out of town. Left a late notice yesterday morning for Victor.” 

“Oh. Okay.” 

“She didn’t tell you?” 

“No. Must have been in a rush. I didn’t even see her before she left.” 

Armin and Annie return to their work, Annie typing on her computer and Armin grading his papers.

“I saw her before she left.” 

Of course he did. 

“How did she seem, Jean?” 

“Well, a little bit earlier. She came to our apartment after she met Hitch.” 

Right. When you ran out, after he handed you the tulips. 

“Well, what did she say?” 

“Nothing much. Just asked me who she was, that’s all.” 

“And what did you say?” 

“Just the usual. That you guys pretended to see each other during soccer season, because of Marlowe.” 

“You didn’t tell her that I liked Hitch, right? That I’m with her or anything?” 

“No. Just that you guys are close during season because you spend time together and all.” 

There goes any hope of it being a misunderstanding. He doesn’t sleep that night either. Your scent on his pillows serves as a cruel reminder.  

- 

The third day, Hitch comes by. You’re still not back and he hates it. He’s had to throw the breakfast he made for you away twice, because he keeps forgetting you’re not here. 

“Are we still on?” 

“Yeah, Hitch. None of the other stuff, okay?” 

“Sure. Marlowe should be at the games and parties, so just then.” 

If he can’t be happy, someone should. He doesn’t mind it, holding Hitch’s hand here and there, slinging his arm around her shoulder to make Marlowe mad. To push the two of them together. He just wished it would do something to you, so you’d come running back to him too. 

The second she leaves, all he can think about is your absence. It’s all he thinks about anyways. He hates that it’s true. That distance makes the heart fonder. 

That’s all he wants to do. Just see you. He doesn’t care how you are - angry, pissed, detached from him. He just wants to see you, in your kitchen. He wants to hear you, singing in the shower, and watch you, sitting in the stands at his games. 

He just wants you back. In whichever way you’ll have him. 

He doesn’t sleep that third night either. Your peach smell is gone from his pillows already. He hates the passing of time. 

 - 

You return, in the dead of night. He’s sure of it. He can hear you out there, your tiny footsteps clinking the dishes into the sink. 

He nearly runs out the door, just to make sure you’re there. And you are, rinsing the dishes he left out. You’re back. 

He fights the urge. To run up to you, press you against his chest, to pepper soft kisses all over your face. 

“Y/N.” 

“Hey Eren.” 

God. Your voice. He didn’t realize that this was something he could miss - your voice, the stray hairs by your ears, the sound of your breathing. But here he is. Reveling at the sight of you. Doing the fucking dishes.  

He walks up, pressing his hands against your frame and leaning his head against your shoulders. He can smell it - the peach smell. It makes his heart ache and he tries to will down the tears. He loves you, doesn’t he? 

God. He can’t love you, can he?

“Am I imagining you or are you really here?”

“Really here, Eren.” 

You’re back. He won’t let you leave again. 

“I haven’t seen you in three days.” 

“I went to see Porco and Pieck for the weekend.” 

“It’s Tuesday. I was worried about you.” 

“Sorry Eren.” 

He can’t even do it. Be mad at you, tell you he was hurting the past few days. He can’t even remember it now, the feel of your skin against his hands was enough. 

“It’s okay. You wake up Porco and Pieck with your morning concert while you were there?” 

Your voice doesn’t fill the air, the sound of the plate in your hand crashing does. He immediately jerks up, your hands still dangerously close to the shards that were now swirling around in the water. Before he can pull your hands out, run his eyes over your fingers to make sure you weren’t hurt, you mutter three words that catch him off guard. 

“Screw you, Eren.” 

He can feel his breath stopping in his tracks. He’d never heard you like this, especially with him. Your voice was soft, sweet honey saccharine. Even when you were fast asleep, all tangled up in his sheets. So why were you angry?

“What?” 

“I’m so sick of you making fun of me all the time. If something I do annoys you, you should just tell me, instead of making passive aggressive comments.” 

Making fun of you? All the time? You couldn’t be serious. There’s no way you misunderstood that. He loves your singing - that you’re comfortable enough to scream in the shower when he’s a few feet away. That the music makes you happy enough to sing out loud, to dance in the kitchen, to share it with him. This couldn’t come out of nowhere. Because you have to know. You have to know that he loves it. 

“Hey, what happened, peaches? You could never annoy me. I was just teasing you.” 

He watches his words hit you, the air tightening in his chest at the sight of you pushing your hands against your eyes. No. No. He couldn’t have made you cry. 

“You happened. I’m not something for you to laugh at Eren. I have feelings too, you know?” 

He watches you move, slamming your door against the frame as you scurry into your room. 

He doesn’t understand it. How you were tangled in his arms, breathing soft against his ears as he kissed you four days ago and now you can’t stand him. He hates it, that he knows how you feel, your touch. Maybe it would be easier if he hadn’t known it at all. 

- 

“We’re okay, right?” 

The question comes three days later, one of the first times you and Eren had been alone in your apartment, since your argument. You kept inviting people over, so you could avoid this. That look, that question, talking about it. 

You nod, wordlessly, sorting out the paperwork. It’s easier to focus on the papers than his eyes. 

Eren had mentioned that the two of you needed to go into town tomorrow, to meet your landlord. Kenny Ackerman. He was apparently a touch eccentric, so he was preparing you for the meeting. You just had to officially sign onto the lease. But how do you tell Eren you’re not even sure you can live with him anymore? 

“How have you been? Lately?” 

You hate this. Be cool about it. 

“Good, Eren. Just busy. How about you?” 

“I’m good too. Soccer season and all that.” 

You wish he was kind enough to be cruel about it. That he could either love you or hate you - nothing in between. You’d prefer that, him declaring he doesn’t care for you. It would be easier that way. But he stays the same - caring, thoughtful, warm. 

“When’s your next game?” 

“Today.” 

“Got your good luck charm?” 

“It broke actually.” 

He opens the kitchen drawer, pulling out the key and the snapped chain. He hands the pieces to you, as you run your fingers along the chain. 

“What are you going to do?” 

“Not sure. Let’s hope I don’t break an arm or something.” 

“What do you mean?” 

“I’ve worn that necklace every game I’ve played since I was twelve. One time I forgot it and I broke my ankle.” 

You laugh, twisting the key in your fingers, as you look at him.

“You can’t be serious, right? That’s just a coincidence.” 

“It’s real.” 

“Did it ever happen again, Eren?” 

“No. Do you think I’d ever play a game without it? That’s like basically asking for it.” 

You laugh, the two of you stuck in the middle of the kitchen. You hate this. That he can make you laugh, even after not talking for a week. That some part of him is always familiar to you, that you want to let him in. 

“Do you still have the necklace I gave you?” 

At the concert. 

“Ah yeah.” 

He digs his fingers underneath his shirt, pulling the silver chain out. You spin your finger, signaling for him to turn around. You quickly take the latch off and string the key through the chain before securing it back on. You tap his shoulder and he faces you again, watching you readjust and tuck the necklace back into his jersey. 

“Thanks peaches. Saving my life here.” 

“Yeah, yeah.” 

Sometimes you forget why you’re mad at him. Why you can’t do this. Hitch walks out of Eren’s room, right on cue, with green glitter spread across her face. Right. That’s why. 

“Hey Rennie. Still can’t find it.” 

“I’m not sure what I did with it, Hitch.” 

“Have you seen it, Y/N?” 

“Seen what?” 

“His extra jersey. I wanted to wear it to the game today.” 

Right. The jersey he gave you. To wear to all his games. 

“I think it might have gotten mixed up with my laundry. I’ll go check my room.” 

You retrieve the jersey from your room, your knuckles nearly white when you hand it over to Hitch to wear to the game. You make a mental note to fold and return the rest of Eren’s clothes you had and put them in his room. There’s no point in keeping them at this point. She gives you a smile, taking the jersey to go change into. 

“You didn’t have to give it to her.” 

“What do you mean?” 

“I gave it to you for a reason.” 

“I don’t mind. It makes sense anyways - girlfriends always wear jerseys to the games.” 

“She’s not my girlfriend.” 

“I know.”

Girlfriend, fling, your roommate you kiss sometimes. It’s all the same thing. As much as you think you’ve given everything, that there’s nothing more that can hurt you, the universe proves you wrong. 

You’re sure it’s all the same with her too - kissing scars, pretty dresses, soft kisses. It’s a bad omen, but you hope it hurts for her as much as it does for you, when it’ll end.

- 

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Who Says ‘I Love You’ First - AOT drabbles

warnings: probably ooc eren because i imagine him kinda differently from canon 😭 sorry, that’s really it, just fluff? maaaybe ooc jean. gender neutral reader i think? lmk if i said something that wasn’t gn, i’ll fix it asap

characters: eren, jean, armin, levi

Eren

you. i mean, we all saw how he never confessed to mikasa, right? sorry, but you’re not special.

of course, he wants you to know he loves you, so he’ll show actions of love, but never outright says he loves you. he has it planned out, down to the exact wording, he has it memorized, even. however, he can never spit it out. so you have to take the reigns.

at the point you confess, you’ve realized he won’t be saying it any time soon. it’s been a year of you two being together, so it’s pretty obvious.

you’ll be perhaps on a walk with him, not necessarily a destination. you could even be on a boring patrol. it’s quiet, trees blowing in the wind, and the soft chirps of birds. you look at eren, and him feeling your eyes on him, looks back. you feel confident enough.

“i love you, eren.” you give a soft smile, trying to hide how nervous you felt about saying that. you start to overthink slightly, wondering if he never said it simply because he really just didn’t feel like that.

“i..” eren’s eyes are wide with shock, but he doesn’t look offended, no. his cheeks are slightly red, a smile forms on his lips, and his body visibly tenses. “i.. love you too.”

it seemed like it was difficult for him to say that, but other than returning to overthinking it, you realized he was definitely just scared. you smile back at him, then reach for his hand. he grabs yours, squeezing a little tighter than usual. it was only because he was giddy and trying not to show it.

Jean

he does! only because he says it quite early. only about two months into dating. it doesn’t really bother you how early it was, since he made it very obvious he wasn’t lying or anything. he’s always very caring and gentle with you, such a softie when it comes to you.

it wasn’t just words that showed you he loves you, he’d always pamper you the best he could. he’d share his food with you, no matter how hungry. he’d wipe blood from your face with his thumb. plenty of acts and gestures to show his love before he announced it.

let’s set this.. beginning of season three. in the cabin and cleaning up together, perhaps helping him wash dishes. jean sees you working hard, and his heart throbs. he loves seeing you focused.

“hey,” he says to catch your attention. “i love you.” he sounds slightly nervous, his voice cracking ever so slightly. of course he made eye contact with you to deepen the feeling.

“i love you too, jean. where’d that come from?” you laugh softly, feeling your face heat up as you continue to wash dishes.

“i just felt like telling you. felt like a good time.” he smirks as he grabs a cloth to dry a plate you’ve set down.

Armin

surprisingly, he does. but it was an accident. let’s say five months into dating, at the cabin in season three.

armin had been having a hard time recently, poor guy was so stressed and anxious with absolutely everything. so one day, while he’s cleaning up for captain levi in the cabin, you approach him with something behind your back.

he sets his broom aside, raising an eyebrow as he sees your hands behind your back.

“y/n? what do you have?” armin asks curiously, a small yet playful smile on his face.

“just a gift.” you smile back as you suddenly show him what the gift was; a book about everything beyond the walls.

his eyes absolutely light up and his smile grows ten times bigger. he grabs the book from your hands excitedly, then wraps his arms around you.

“oh, y/n! i love you! where did you get this?!” armin nearly shouts, his voice cracking all over the place. he doesn’t even realize what he said until a few seconds later.

“o-oh, i um.. sorry…” his eyes are wide as he backs from the hug, his face red.

“it’s okay, armin. i love you too.” you laugh softly. “i just happened to find it.”

you decide not to dwell on it, seeing how embarrassed he got. you found it adorable.

Levi

you do. he’s far too shy to tell you, but you still have all of his heart. six months into dating. you’re enjoying a cup of tea, alone with him.

you’re holding a conversation with him, something many of the scouts find difficult. but, seeing as you’re literally dating him, you find it easy. especially when he’s content with his tea. even if the conversation was dull and simple, you both felt love in each other’s gazes.

it was like he was staring at an angel when he looked at you, you could see in his eyes and expression that the only thing he cared about in the moment was you. part of you wondered why he never voiced it, though. so.. why shouldn’t you? maybe that’ll get it out of him.

“i love you, levi.” you say once the previous conversation ends, and he seems slightly taken aback. his jaw drops slightly, and you hear a soft gasp.

once he catches his physical reaction, he clears his throat. “ahem, sorry. that um.. caught me off guard. i love you too, y/n. very much.” he returns to his loving expression instead of his shocked one as he speaks.

“it’s alright, it was out of nowhere. i only expected you to be surprised.” you smile, reaching across the table to hold his hand.

levi takes your hand, soothingly rubbing his thumb across the back of it just how he knows you like it. “it was sweet, nonetheless.”

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Hi all!! Guess what?? I'm back with Part 3 of the Cadet Aruani mini series I've been working on! I have no idea if this is a new chapter or what because I've never written a follow up for a fic before but we're improvising, I guess!? Read Flowers and Weapon for part 1 and part 2! Also thank you for your incredible support on this series! Now on AO3 too!

Dance

Well.

This is certainly not how Armin imagined his evening would play out.

The plan was to attend the party, do a bit of chatting, dance briefly, stay away from any dubious liquids and then carry home whoever had a bit too much to drink. Usually Jean.

The plan is easy. Clear. Perfect to a tee. It works every single time.

But now he’s holding Annie’s hand as they climb up the stairs to leave the canteen. This wasn’t part of his carefully constructed itinerary. How exactly did it come to this?

"I can teach you, i-if you want?"

Ah yeah, of course. 

In a sudden burst of confidence, he offered to teach Annie how to dance. But really, it wasn’t supposed to be a serious question. He’s very much not a good dancer, let alone a good teacher. Armin was just improvising, something he’s been doing a lot of recently. And now…it finally came back to bite him.

He didn’t expect her to say yes. And he certainly did not expect her to say…

"My room is empty. We can do it there."

Dizzy. Her words seized his mind and now he’s feeling dizzy. He’s almost sure that all his blood had gone to his ears because they were definitely aflame. 

Armin… going with Annie… to her room…to dance? The same Annie that’s been helping him train overtime, the person he was always delighted to share his reading time with. The one he admired the most for her strength…and the same one he embarrassed in front of all her roommates not that long ago…

Armin Arlert is an idiot.

They haven’t spoken in a week and this is how they reunite? It came as somewhat of a surprise that she was even talking to him to begin with! This most likely meant she wasn’t angry with him at least, right? Right!?

Though more importantly, how would Armin even go about teaching her to dance? Would he demonstrate first and then let Annie follow? But what if he makes a fool of himself instead, or what if he’s a terrible teacher and she kicks him out? Or worse!? And what about the music!?

Lost in thought, he doesn’t notice rain pouring down his cheeks or the cold breeze outside. How long have they been running for?

"You ok?" Annie’s stern voice breaks his chain of thoughts.

"Huh?" 

They’ve made it to the porch leading inside the girls’ cabin, both soaking wet. Annie’s shaking off some water that seeped into her clothes, heavy drops rolling down her hair and onto her white hoodie.

"Yeah, I’m alright." Armin’s cardigan feels damp and heavy, so he peels it off and folds it over his arm. The rain seems to have cooled his face down at least. Thankfully. 

From where they’re standing the buzz of the canteen is very much still audible. Lights pour out of the few windows ornating the building, contouring the various other military cabins around. As the sun finally disappears in the distance, Armin wonders if moments like this could go on forever.

"Follow me." Annie pushes through the doors, heading down the hallway to where Armin assumed her room would be. Well, based on where her window sill was-

Dammit, his face’s heating up again. This is already going absolutely stellar! Not only did he embarrass Annie in front of all her roommates, but now he sounds like a downright stalker!

"Are you coming or what?" He takes one last look at the outside world before scuttling down the hallway. There’s no going back now.

He turns to step into her room, but before he can say anything something comes flying his way, smacking him right in the chest.

"Huh?" he looks down at the clean hoodie in his arms, confused.

"You’ll catch a cold in that" she points at his drenched shirt. "You should change." Annie then turns around, fingers hooking under the hem of her own top.

"Oh, um. I can use one of Mikasa’s shir-…!!" Armin’s eyes slam shut and he turns around faster than a bullet. Annie’s changing… right in front of him!? 

He can hear rustling and the soft thud of her damp hoodie hitting the floor. Armin can also hear the sound of his own blood pumping his heart like crazy. What has he gotten himself into?

"You sure you’re fine with that?" her words persuade him to turn back around. And when he does, his knees weaken. Annie’s hair hangs loosely around her neck, still soaking wet. She’s discarded her hoodie in favour of a simple black tank top that shows off more than Armin could ever process: the defined lines of her biceps, her broad shoulders and the softness of her-

"I can give you something else?" her eyes fall on the garment in his arms and Armin breathes for the first time in what feels like a thousand years.

"No, no, this is fine, I’ll be right back." And with that he steps back into the hallway to get changed. His fingers clumsily undo the buttons of his shirt while his mind counts to 100 in an effort to relax his body.

This always calms him down…so then why is it suddenly impossible for him to simply erase the image of the soft skin of her lower back from his mind?

Armin Arlert is not a pervert.

The moment he slides the clean hoodie on, pleasant warmth surrounds his body. Huh…Annie’s hoodies are just as comfortable as he imagined them to be. It just so happens to be a perfect fit on his body too.

"Thank you for this" he returns a minute later, finally taking a moment to analyse the inside of the girl's bedroom. It looks pretty much like the boy’s dorm room, same creaky bunk beds and old furniture, except it certainly smells a lot nicer. There are clothes scattered around, mixed in with books and other personal belongings. He recognises Mikasa’s bed, where a few of her cardigans rest neatly in a stacked pile. A sweet floral scent invades Armin’s lungs and he notices a vase on a small table under an opened window. Forget-me-nots, among other flowers that he gifted Annie last week. They’re still somewhat in bloom and the water looks fresh. Does that mean…Annie’s been taking care of them?

His heart skips a beat.

"So…" she says, earning his attention. Annie’s arms rest awkwardly at her sides as if she doesn’t quite know what to do with herself. It’s interesting, Armin thinks, to see her confidence falter like this.

"Right, yeah. Dancing! So…um" he begins, taking a step closer. "How much experience do you have?" But her somewhat annoyed expression is enough for him to understand that the answer is -none-. 

"How did you learn?" she asks. 

A simple question, really, but it somehow drowns Armin in a sea of memories he thought he’d forgotten. Vague visions of his grandpa playing the lute flood his mind. Images of him, Mikasa and Eren dancing while Mrs.Yeager joined in with the flute. The bliss of holding hands with his loved ones. Bittersweet memories from a past far gone. There’s no more grandpa and no more Mrs.Yeager, but the joy of music persists in Armin’s memory. He feels it every time the cadets throw one of their rowdy parties.

Armin isn’t a great dancer. 

But he never wanted to be great. He just wanted to enjoy the moment.

So when he takes Annie’s hand in his, he flashes her a smile so warm that it sets the whole room on fire. 

"I’ll show you." He whispers in a soft voice that surfaces a beautiful colour on Annie’s cheeks. "First, you want to put your hand here" he gestures towards his shoulder, and her palm cautiously hovers over it. 

"Don’t worry, I don’t mind your touch." He follows, unintentionally, or maybe a little bit intentionally choosing words that would make her eyes widen. "I-I didn’t mean it like th-!"

"It’s -fine-. What next…?" She cuts him off. Is her voice shaking… ever so slightly? This is a side of Annie that he’s not seen before. How much would she soften… if he kept going? He curses himself for being so god damn curious about her. It’s this blasted curiosity that led him into this mess to begin with!

"Depending on the type, we can go faster or slower." Oh, now she’s really red! A small mischievous grin plays on Armin’s lips.

Armin Arlert certainly isn’t a tease.

"Slow, I think. And wipe that smirk off your face." She mutters, avoiding his gaze. Annie’s fingers curl into the fabric of his, well, -her- hoodie and she steps closer. Armin hopes that the faint music coming from outside is enough to cover the loud beats in his chest.

"Then my hand goes… here." But his fingers don’t dare touch Annie’s waist. Especially not when he knows just how easily she could flip him over if she wanted to.

"I… don’t mind it… either." Her voice is so low that he almost misses what she says. So, to solidify her request, Annie presses his palm to her side, albeit not very gently.

"Oh right." he chuckles awkwardly, trying not to think about the firmness of her waist against his fingers. "Now, your other hand in mine. Like… this."

Without thinking, he pulls her closer, fingers carefully intertwining while he tries to avoid sliding off her ring. What could be the story behind it, exactly? But when his gaze returns to Annie, he finds her staring at the floor between them, unmoving. Worry flushes over him.

"Are you ok?" Armin asks cautiously. He fears he’s already stepped over several of Annie’s boundaries in the span of a week. "We can stop, if you want." 

"No." is the only thing she says.

She’s so flustered that Armin can’t help but wonder if she’s simply embarrassed to try something new, or if there’s more to it? He has no right to question her, however. His actions have been nothing but confusing. Not only to her, but to himself as well.

Armin Arlert isn’t thinking straight.

And Annie rests so stiffly in his arms it almost feels like he’s holding a statue. So before she completely turns to stone, he begins to move. Slowly, from side to side, one step at a time

"Wait, what’s next!?" she asks somewhat frantically. Her feet awkwardly follow him in an attempt to hold herself up.

"Just follow me. And don’t think too m- Ouch!" She steps on his foot with a bit more strength than he expected.

"Shit. I’m sorry!" She tries to pull back but Armin keeps her in place, continuing as if nothing happened.

"After all our training together, you think I can’t handle a bit of pain? I feel hurt, Annie" He grins, lightly stepping on her own foot in retaliation. She flashes him what was supposed to be a threatening look, but with the situation they’re in she comes across as more of an angry kitten. Armin laughs.

They don’t say anything for a while. Annie seems focused on controlling her body, eyes darting between her legs and her surroundings, making sure she doesn’t take a wrong step. Armin takes in her every expression, amused. Just how many more sides to Annie are there?

After a while she seems to get the basics of their dance and her movements become a little more assured. "It’s not that hard, after all."

"Maybe you’ll even grow to like it one day!" 

"Not likely." She replies sternly, although Armin could swear a smile was tugging at her lips.

And then, there’s silence. The music from outside seems to have faded slightly, leading Armin to believe the cadets must’ve tried to tone down their volume.

"I think I’m done now." she mutters. A signal for him to stop, perhaps? So when he ceases their movements, why doesn’t she pull away?

"Annie?" He asks, not quite sure why she’s seemingly frozen in place. Her gaze meets his for the first time since they started dancing and she looks... puzzled? 

"Why?"

"W-why what?" he asks, sheepishly.

"Why did you get me flowers?"

Oh.

Armin Arlert is in big trouble.

[armeenix]

Aot characters when they see you at a party

Fluff!<3 slightly suggestive possibly !Fem! Reader

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CONNIE

•connie was eating snacks in the kitchen with jean and Sasha

•you and onyankopan walked into the kitchen so that he could introduce you to everyone and let me say when connie first layed eyes on you he almost dropped his food💀

•he couldn't help but look you up and down. You looked so fine in your outfit

•from the moment you sat down he tried his best to sound cool so he could impress you. He even went as far as trying to impress you with his Spanish but somehow he forgot how to say some things (his momma would not be proud 💀)

•eventually you and oyankopan got up so you could go meet the others. After you left Jean and Sasha would not stop making fun of connie

•he was so embarrased😭

•at the end of the night he went home disappointed at the fact that he didn't get your number but then his phone buzzed with a text that said, "hey this is the girl from the party I got your number from sasha✌️😗"

•this man almost squealed like a little girl when he saw that it was you that texted him lol

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ARMIN

•Armin was carpooling with eren and mikasa when they made a quick stop to pick you up

•when he saw you walk out your door his face immediately began turning a shade of red.

•when you got in the car and looked at armjn you noticed how red he was and asked him if he was sick or something💀 (he face reddened even more when you talked to him)

•"uh-uhm yea I'm good" he tried to make his voice deeper so he would sound more attractive (eren and mikasa noticed the change in pitch and tried their hardest not to laugh💀)

•the entire car ride he avoided looking or talking to you (he was so nervous😭)

•the entire night at the party he avoided you as best as he could, this man went to extreme lengths just to avoid you so he wouldn't embarras himself💀

•at one point you, eren, and mikasa walked over to check on him but he quickly stood up and claimed that connie needed his help in the kitchen

•imma be so honest, armin tripped like five times around you💀

•at the end of the night eren and mikasa claimed that they were gonna help clean the house so they were staying back, so that meant that armin had to drive you home

•he was a nervous wreck😭 he was tripping over his words, stuttering, his hands were shaking too💀

•when you arrived at your place you got out and quickly walked to his window. He rolled it down and look at you curiously. You leaned down and kissed his cheek before thanking him for driving you home and heading inside

•when you walked in the house he giggled like a child and ran his fingers through his hair

•that was his first time getting a kiss from a girl

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ONYANKOPAN

•he was not messing around

•from the moment he saw you walk in he was already walking towards you to go introduce himself

•he was not wasting any time💀

Y: can I ask your a question?

O: yea wassup?

Y: why did you come and talk to me so fast?

O: because you look amazing tonight and I wanted to make sure I talked to you before any of the others could

•you end up spending the whole night with him even after the party💀

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YMIR + HISTORIA

•ay listen if they both want you they both want you🤷��♀️

•ymir and historia where sitting down on the couch when historia noticed you walk in

•immediately she brought ymirs attention to you

•Sasha, annie, and mikasa all walked over to the couch and introduced you to ymir and historia who were very excited to meet you

S: hey guys this is y/n! We're just kinda introducing her to everybody so she can get comfortable. Y/n this is ymir and historia

Y: uh, hey wassup

H: hi!

Ymir: hey

•you were lowkey nervous with how they were staring at you but in the end you ended up sitting on the couch and talking with them for most of the party

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HANGE

•neither you or hange remember how it happened but one minute you were being introduced to eachother and the next yall were upstairs, in a room, with barely any clothes on💀

•I don't even know what to say about hange bro like everything happened so fast that you don't even remember walking up the stairs and into a room with hange

•now does that stop what is occurring in that moment between the two of you?

•yeah no. Absolutely not, it's a confident no from me💀

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