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JAMES JOINT FEATURING EREN JAEGER | REVAMPED

in which your situationship of nearly a year finally makes his way to your city after months of no contact. (18+)

cw & disclaimers sex obviously, mentions of weed/getting high, spit sharing sowwy, this is a true story lowk except we never met or did the domestic shit booooo! this is a rewritten version of the original by me, i promise i didn’t steal anything! 6.9k wk

The soft melody of Summer Walker’s ‘Body’ sang softly from your TV, bouncing off the walls, nothing more than background noise like the static crackling of whatever candle you had lit earlier, the sweet aroma of vanilla birthday cake passing through the air. The untouched assignment drained your MacBook's battery life, serving as an additional light source alongside the dim periwinkle colored lights strung around the corners of your ceiling. The array of pastel colored notebooks and color coded papers cluttered the rest of your bed while you lay sprawled across your comforter, more relaxed than you should have been, given that you were supposed to be studying. You couldn’t help it. The silk pillows and squishmallows propped onto your mattress were too soft for your hazy mind. You knew no real, productive work was getting done the minute you kicked your Crocs off and stepped onto the delicate carpet flooring in your bedroom.

Frankly, getting work done anywhere had been hard for you. You couldn’t recall the last time you had turned in an assignment without it being exceptionally late or half assed, even in the easy classes you minored in. It was unlike you. Your academic life had been one of a kind previously, your name always being at the top of the dean's list or the first called on during an award ceremony. You were in a slump, and anyone could tell from how you dragged your feet around, your confident walk losing its essence day after day, no longer gleefully swinging your braids around or wearing a big, cheeky grin. You tried to deny the reason you’d been feeling so drained. Though you’d never admit it, everyone close to you knew why their friend had lost her gleam.

Eren Jaeger's name had become nothing short of infamous amongst your friends and everything you associated with him. A group of three to four people despised him. But the craziest thing was that they’d never met him in person.

And neither had you.

You lay still on the bed, nearly dozing off into yet another deep sleep, your lashes resting on your droopy cheeks, so relaxed you hadn’t noticed your bonnet sliding off your head. Sighing, your chest rising and falling, beating with your heart that thumped suddenly in a fast, erratic rhythm with your phone, iPad, and Macbook. Gasping faintly, you jumped, manicured hands scurrying to find one of the three devices, eventually landing on your iPad. You squinted, so groggy you hadn’t noticed the buzzing was from an incoming Facetime call that you assumed would be Mikasa or Sasha calling to get you out of your apartment. The second your vision adjusted to the lighting, a pit of anxiety settled inside of your tummy, drying whatever spit pooled in your mouth.

(916)330-0413… (916)330-0413.

The only sound was your faint, heavy breathing. You watched the number run across the screen, the number you knew by heart, the number that called your phone every night and morning until three months ago. The device buzzed furiously in your clammy palms as if screaming at you to answer–daring you.

You had met him about 10 months ago. Well, met was a generous word–heard from him. It was the night of your 20th birthday, a night you would never forget for many reasons, his acknowledgment of you being one of them, much to your dismay. You had posted at least six pictures of your night out, the ones of you receiving the most love from your following. You looked beyond, darling, in your baby pink mini dress, with your white designer heels adding just three inches to your height, which wasn’t much. A tiara sat atop your rose blond install, your favorite hairstyle that year probably, giving off the impression that you were the princess you dressed like. Pretty wasn’t even the word for it.

You’ll never forget how you had climbed into bed wearing nothing but a towel after your shower, beyond tired and too exhausted to slip into some dainty little pajamas but extremely pleased with how your night went, your hot pink bonnet protecting the hair you were so fond of, ready for bed. It was a habit of yours to check your phone before sleeping, just in case you had missed anything aside from the Instagram notifications admiring you popping up every few minutes. However, one of those notifications stood out. The two of you weren’t mutual, nor did either of you follow each other, which wasn’t unusual. People find your account all the time. His username wasn’t familiar, nor did anyone you knew follow him. Yet, there was something so intriguing about the stranger. He hadn’t said anything even remotely memorable.

e.jaegerr._ liked your story

e.jaegerr._ replied to your story with: ‘damn am i too late to say happy birthday mama?'

You thought back to how you grinned, typing back a quick ‘no, a happy birthday is always welcome’ before inspecting the account, not having an image of him in your head just yet, but expectations of some basic guy still lingered in the back of your mind. It took a second for his page to load, janky ass student housing wifi, and when it did, there wasn’t much to see at first. Raising an eyebrow and glancing at the photography posts, you clicked through his highlights, quickly admiring his many documented adventures until you found something you could work with.

To say your mouth turned to dry cotton would be an understatement.

He was not the average, medium ugly guy who stumbled across your page 99% of the time, not the slightest bit. From what you had gathered after seeing his birthday cake in a previous slide, his name was Eren, and Eren was the embodiment of fine.

His hair was long, possibly exceeding shoulder length, a mere estimate you made based on the way it sat in the messy bun in the back of his head, strands of his chocolate locs framing his handsome face, and the nonchalant expression he wore, which it seemed only he could pull off. The lighting in the pictures wasn’t the best, meaning he sucked at personal pictures outside of his photography hobby, but you could make out the color of his emerald orbs as they almost spoke to you through the phone. Not a lot of guys could pull off piercings and tattoos, art in the form of ink covering his right arm, chest, and neck, but the septum ring that hung from his nose looked too good on him, not to mention how sexy the hoop ring on top of his blush pink bottom lip. You could only imagine how the cool metal would feel against your lips.

Without knowing, you bit down on your bottom lip as you stalked, occasionally allowing your tongue to wet your lips as they grew dry from your teeth piercing them. Startled by the buzzing in your hand, you read the response, a lazy grin spreading across your face at his humor.

It wasn’t supposed to be anything serious, given that he was just a random guy from Instagram and that he lived in Sacramento, miles and miles away from you, but damn, did that boy know how to apply pressure. It began with a few texts from your number, as he was so charismatic that he got your number the night he responded to your story. You hadn’t ever talked to a guy like him, a guy with depth, in touch with not only his feelings but the feelings of life all around him. It was hot. Hot as fuck.

Before you knew it, the two of you were calling every day, and if one of you couldn’t sleep on the phone the night before for whatever reason, he was calling the minute you were up. With these calls came intimacy.

Lots of it.

It wasn’t abnormal for you to be complimented and praised after your every move. You were a beautiful, ambitious girl. There was something incredibly addictive about how he spoke to you and admired the little details of your appearance that you shared over the phone. He noticed things, like when you changed the way you styled your edges. All of it went straight to your lower half, something you eventually but shamefully admitted, leading to an entirely different relationship than the one you planned to have with him.

“Your pussy’s so fuckin’ pretty, ma. Spread your legs more, let daddy see how wet that shit is.” he groaned out, his voice so, so raspy and enticing, only adding to the leaking mess your pussy had become from his words alone. You felt your hole clench around your fingers as you opened your legs wider, growing greedier by the minute as you watched him stroke his dick, not paying any mind to how embarrassed you were being this vulnerable for someone. Fuck, it was big. And so pretty. “There you go, baby, good girl.”

You needed him so badly that it had started to hurt. Every movement he made and every word that rolled off of his tongue went straight to your cunt, the aching becoming more and more painful as you pumped two digits in and out of yourself, your slick staining the silk sheets on your bed. The most angelic mewls fell from your mouth, your sounds causing Eren’s dick to twitch in his hand. ‘Daddy, it hurts so bad–f-fuck, I n-need you.” You hiccupped, squeezing your eyes shut.

It was sinful, the way he threw his head back and let out those grunts, cursing under his breath as he increased the speed of his stroking. He swore he’d never been this horny until he met you. “I know baby, daddy knows. ‘m gonna come see you, ma, I promise and I'm gonna fill that pretty pussy up.”

“You got me so, so wet, Eren. Fuckkkk, ‘m close,” you whined as that familiar coil built up in your stomach.

He smiled, taking a mental note of how your body reacted to the experience, every jerk or twitch, or how your eyebrows furrowed when your clit twitched. “Yeah? You close, mama?”

You sloppily pumped your fingers inside of your pussy, your release threatening to gush all down your bed. “So close, ‘ren, please.”

“Cum baby, make a fuckin’ mess for daddy.” He watched as clear liquid sprayed from your pussy, admiring how you knew to keep your fingers inside because he knew that you knew he’d want you to cum for him again. Sweet praises fell off his tongue as you came undone on his phone, not even noticing the white spewing from his angry red tip, staining his boxers.

Things were so domestic with him. His name ran through your head at least a thousand times a day, and it didn’t help that he seemed perfect in your eyes. He liked paying for your hair appointments knowing he’d be the first to see and he loved picking and paying for your nails knowing you’d be spreading your soaked lips open for him later that night. Then there were the random gifts sent, usually something you had mentioned you were saving for. And he cooked! He’d give you cooking lessons in his mom’s kitchen, where he claimed all the good seasonings were while his mom scolded him to not burn anything, always speaking to you sweetly and calling you her daughter. You loved when he’d pull an all nighter while you studied, no matter how busy he was the next day, watching movies high as a kite and eventually distracting you and making you laugh. It was everything to you–he was everything to you. Naturally, you had assumed the two of you were an item, at least boyfriend and girlfriend status because anyone would. Eren was your boyfriend. You were his girlfriend.

Right?

“‘Ren?” you murmured, cozying up in one of your many blankets as you watched him fiddle with his gaming controller, his beautiful eyes immediately leaving the TV screen upon hearing you call his name.

“Yes, baby?” He set the controller down.

You bit down on your bottom lip, the artificial flavoring of your strawberry lip gloss dusting your tongue, exhaling shakily. “What am I to you?”

He grinned, looking down in an attempt to hide how quickly the thought of you made his cheeks warm and pink. “You’re mine, my girl. You know that.” He didn’t give his answer much thought as he didn’t think there was more depth to the question.

“So we’re boyfriend and girlfriend,” you snorted, laughing off how childish the question was even though you were extremely nervous to ask it.

“If we lived closer, of course.”

…Huh?

You sat up, resting your weight on your elbow as you squinted and jerked your neck back. You furrowed your brows, mouth instantly settling into a pout. “What does that mean?” You spat, tone nowhere near as endearing as it was seconds before.

Eren’s brow raised, not liking your tone because it was the tone you spoke in when a nasty attitude was brewing within you. “What do you mean? Baby, we talked about this. Fully committing to something long distance doesn’t work but you know how I feel about you. I didn’t think it was something you still thought about."

Scoffing, you rolled your eyes. “Do you mean when we talked about this shit months ago because in that case, we didn’t talk about a fuck thing? Since when were a couple of miles an issue for you?”

He sat up, eyes piercing into you through the phone because one, the two of you did talk about it, and two, he hated it when you spoke to him like you didn’t have any sense. “Watch your mouth, not about to say it again either. We did talk about it, [♡].” Aggravated wasn’t even the word to describe how you were feeling. Long distance wasn’t an issue when he introduced you to his mom or when he promised to take care of you, so why was the label such a big deal?

“Man, whatever, Eren. You think you’re about to lead me on and have me looking stupid and you’re not.”

“Nobody is leading you on or making you look stupid, what the fuck are you talking about? I’ve meant every word I’ve ever said to you. What about a label changes that?” He groaned, growing a bit irritated himself.

You laughed but you were nowhere near amused. “You know what, I don’t want to talk about this anymore. I’ll talk to you later or somethin’.”

He huffed, reaching for the phone knowing you were about to hang up in his face to piss him off. “Nah, ain’t no later–”

“Goodnight, Eren.”

That was three months ago as of tonight. Eren tried for days to get more than one word responses from you, but everything you said to his paragraphs was nonchalant and cold. No matter how much he called, texted, or emailed you, it didn't make a difference. Nothing seemed to change how you felt about the ordeal. At the time, you didn’t think you were being dramatic. For fucks sake, he had seen your entire body, knew you like the back of his hand, and been the first man you had uttered the words ‘I love you’ to. However, as the messages came, they eventually stopped. He stopped calling, no longer trying all around. As weeks passed, he accepted that things might’ve been over between you guys as much as it hurt him to admit it. You would’ve reached out if he didn’t seem to be doing so fine without you. Just as you had started to get over the issue, he started posting more, traveling to cities with people you had never seen him with, and even getting another tattoo. It was like he didn’t give a fuck, like there wasn’t a girl states away grieving his absence.

Your reminiscing was cut short when the numbers lit up the screen of your iPad once again. It never dawned upon you that you had never officially blocked his number after blocking him everywhere else. You picked up the remote control for your led lights, changing the color from lavender to white. Your fingers shook profusely as you propped your iPad up enough so he’d see nothing past your bonnet. Swiping the phone button to the left, you let out a shaky breath as the connection went through. In seconds, you experienced the same awe as months ago, just as you did when you first saw him.

“Mama,” that familiar yet foreign raspiness making your heart skip a beat. Half of his long hair fell on his broad shoulders that poked through his black t-shirt while the other half was in his usual man bun. He’d never cut it. Those low, piercing eyes focused on whatever he was doing in his lap, his slender fingers likely rolling a blunt. Half his arm sleeve was visible, but it had been touched up. He sat pretty in the driver's seat of his blacked out Jeep, the moonlight bleeding through his cracked windows emphasizing just how stunning he was. “Where you at? I want to see you.”

See you? “Hello to you too, Eren.”

He chuckled, eventually looking up from his la. “Hi, baby. Why can’t I see you? I didn’t call to see your ceiling, lil’ girl.”

You huffed, biting back a smile as you adjusted the angle of your iPad, revealing everything he had missed so dearly. You always looked so pretty, your lips greased up with whatever lip gloss you had in rotation for the month. The wavy curls from your braids that had come out of your bonnet framed your round face, making you look too soft. Your reading glasses were slightly crooked, but it didn’t matter because they still sat adorably on your face like he remembered. He did his best not to look down at your breasts bursting from the little white tank top you wore, but he couldn’t help it.

“Happy now?” You sucked your teeth, avoiding eye contact.

“Very,” He licked his lips. “You didn’t answer my question. Where are you?”

You hadn’t thought about it when you answered, but where Eren lived, the sun didn’t set for another two hours. He looked so good in the moonlight you hadn’t realized that the moonlight was supposed to be a sun setting on his pale skin. “Home… Where are you?”

He laughed softly, grinning. You were a smart girl, he knew you’d figure it out. “You know where I am, mama. I still remember your address.”

“Eren, I know you’re not in my fuckin’ city right now…”

“You know I am. I’m about to be on my way to you. What floor are you on again? That apartment complex is big as hell.” He talked so cooly about coming to see you as if it was something he’d done before as if he didn’t live in California. You knew Eren well, and from what you learned about him, he wasn’t bullshitting, and frankly, that’s what scared you the most about this whole thing. He was serious, maybe more serious than he had ever been.

“Why?” You spoke out, attempting to conceal how nervous he was making you.

“Ain’t no why. You’re lucky I didn’t pull up and knock on every door in that building. You know exactly why, I’m coming to see you. Like I asked you before, what floor do you live on?” You watched as Eren started his car, muscles flexing so deliciously as he moved. Focus. You knew there was no talking him out of his plan, he was stubborn like that and truthfully, you did know why he was asking. You wanted to talk to him, you had for a while now.

Taking one last look around the room and back at Eren, whose wheels were already rolling, you sighed. “The sixth floor.”

The pit in your stomach was something similar to the Mariana trench. It had been around ten minutes since Eren hung up, and it only took fifteen to get to your apartment from where he currently resided in the city. In that ten minutes, you had done a lot. Eren started sharing his location with you again, so you didn’t have any additional time to sit on the bed in disbelief because you knew he was coming, so you did your best to prepare on such short notice.

You lathered your body in an additional layer of cocoa oil and vanilla-scented lotion, reviving that fresh aroma from your shower two hours ago. The bonnet was staying on, but you did your edges to add extra flare and applied a layer of the lipgloss you wore.

Now, you told yourself he wasn’t coming into your room. Whatever talking the two of you would be doing could be done in the living room, on the couch, at a friendly distance. At least, that’s what you repeated to yourself as you straightened up your room, storing away your school supplies and picking up laundry. You didn’t care to change either, not wearing more than some little pink shorts and a white tank top with care bears printed on the fabric. No bra, no panties. Revealing, but Eren could look, not touch.

While making sure your living room was presentable. Three loud knocks echoed through the space, each adding to how intensely your heart thumped against your chest. Your jaw fell slack, hands anxiously gripping the fur on your couch pillows. Another knock. Eren wasn’t supposed to arrive for another five minutes, not to mention the elevator ride and the walk to your unit. The walk towards the door gave you a sense of impending doom if that phrase had a positive connotation. Each step on the cold wood floors sent chills up your spine, and you thought you would fart by the time you got to the front door. With a trembling handle, you flipped the locks, taking a deep breath as you twisted the knob.

You smelled him before you saw him, the scent of his cologne, likely the one you bought him, mixed with a faint trace of weed, overwhelming your sense of smell. He was tall, you knew that, all of him and his lean yet muscular structure standing at an accurate 6'2, but it was different in person. You felt those eyes, his green eyes lined with rings of silver and pools of curiosity and a hint of nervousness. His chest was moving up and down, poking through his shirt, seemingly matching with the black sweatpants that loosely hung on his hips. He was even more attractive in person, all of his features unique.

You stood frozen in the doorway, just like he was. Though he seemed better at concealing his nerves with his body language, he felt just as anxious as you did. He had imagined what it would be like to see you in person a million times, but nothing could compare to how gorgeous you truly were, no matter the circumstances.

“You look pretty, baby.” Eren slurred, shamelessly eyeing you as a predator did its prey, like he wanted to devour you right there. It made you feel small under him. You swallowed the thick pool of spit in your mouth, biting back yet another smile as you shifted your feet.

“Thank you.”

“Can I come in?” You nodded, stepping aside for him, your legs feeling weak as you inhaled his scent. His head hung low as he walked over to your couch and took a seat. He lowered his gaze, eyes sinfully inviting as he watched your figure as you walked towards him. Eren almost chuckled, remembering that he knew what you looked like underneath those little ass clothes. If the mood were better, he would’ve been six out of eight inches deep into you right now, as he promised.

You sat on the couch, closer than you planned, somewhat avoiding his eyes, folding a leg under your bottom as you stroked the fur on your couch pillows. You were so cute.

“Damn, mama. I know we haven’t talked, but I thought you’d have more to say. What’s wrong, hm?” He teased, twirling a strand of his hair.

You scoffed, jerking your head back. “You’re the one in my city claiming I know why you’re here, so you should be talking. Talk, Eren. Why are you here?” He sucked his teeth, reminding himself to address your little attitude later as if he even played with you like that. Eren sat up, his attention entirely on you. Deep down, he hoped his appearance would settle this little feud once and for all.

“In all honesty,” he started. “I’m here because I took a job at an art gallery in the city. If we’re being real, I only took the job to run into you because I didn’t need it. I knew you wouldn’t have wanted to see me before but I couldn’t take this anymore. I missed you so bad, [♡]. I felt like a piece of my soul was missing without you, I can’t imagine being one of the losers who lost you physically. I understand why you reacted the way you did but I can’t go another fuckin’ day without having you in my life.” Tears welled in your eyes as you listened to him speak, all of your old feelings resurfacing. He scooted closer, taking you by surprise.

“Eren–”

“No, listen. Distance was never in the way of my feelings for you. I just didn’t want to hurt you by not being here with you physically all of the time because I know how you are. You know that was my reason for not making things official, as stupid as it sounds.” You did know that. He had told you that a few times. You felt a little embarrassed listening to him explain things to you because honestly, you hadn't thought of a few points he was making, and you couldn’t help but think that if you did, the entire separation could’ve been avoided. Eren would’ve been yours physically in no time.

During the lengthy conversation, he was so careful with his words, never once invalidating how you felt while ensuring you understood things from his point of view. Whatever question you had, he had an answer for. It was captivating to watch his facial expressions as he spoke, something you had always wanted to experience in person. You noticed how he focused his gaze on you, how he blinked when he was confused, and how quickly his cheeks flushed when he felt strongly about something. “I’m sorry, [♡]. For everything.” His head hung low, the deep brown strands of his hair working as curtains to hide the emotions on his face. Pretty boy, you thought.

“Eren.” You whispered. His head shot up, eyes full of nothing but guilt he didn’t even need to feel. Your heart felt tight in your chest seeing him like that. “I forgive you. I’m sorry too. It wasn’t right for me to not hear you out.”

“C’mere, mama.” Eren huffed, spreading his legs and opening his arms for you. You didn’t hesitate, moving closer to and straddling him. You smiled and wrapped your arms around the nape of his neck, the same aching between your legs from months ago reappearing as he placed his hands on your lower back, rubbing at the fat right above your ass. He smelled so damn good. His presence alone turned you on. “Let me look at you.”

He grinned as he let his hands roam your waist, not quite touching your ass yet. “I can’t believe I finally got my hands on your pretty ass after all this time. Fuck, you’re so pretty, even when you’re mad at me.” He leaned in, pressing his lips against your own, stealing whatever gloss remained on your lips. You cupped his jaw in your hands, deepening the kiss. It was innocent at first, his lips embracing you and your presence. Stroking your thumbs against his soft cheeks, you hungrily chased his lips, wincing as he bit down on your bottom one. You felt his lips turn up against yours.

At first, you hadn’t realized you were rolling your hips against his, too enticed by the feeling of his lips against yours for the first time. It was when your fingers started to toy with the hairs on the nape of his neck and when his hands had started pawing at the fat of your ass that you knew where things were going. And what did you look like stopping?

“Fuck,” Eren hissed, the movement of your hips applying pressure to his already growing hard-on. “What are you doing, mama?”

You licked your lips, placing a kiss behind his ear. “I need you, ‘ren. Now.”

He pulled back and scanned your features, looking for any signs of doubt on your face before he gave in. “Yeah? Want me to show you how sorry I am, pretty girl?” The smirk that spread on his lips was telling. You shyly nodded, gripping at his shirt. He placed pecks on your jawline, moving down to your neck, every kiss growing sloppier until the angelic moans he missed so much slipped from your lips. Eren’s hands were rough, rocking your hips against his and slapping at your ass every time you moaned in his ear. You knew he had a big dick, but feeling it harden against your cunt, the wet spot in your shorts growing by the second.

His hands slid up the back of your tank top, prompting you to remove it altogether before he did. You sat on his lap, tits in his face, nipples hard from the friction and cold atmosphere in the living room. Eren murmured curses under his breath as he rubbed his thumb across your nipples, sloppily placing his mouth on the left one, and he continued toying with the other. “So fuckin’ beautiful, baby, fuck.” You whimpered, throwing your head back, the pleasure only adding to the pool of arousal you were sure he could feel by now.

“Feels so good, ‘ren, shit.” He sucked at your nipples like he was starving. He needed to taste them.

“Let me take you to your room,” He breathed out, voice an octave deeper. “Please.”

Giggling, you stood up, holding your hand out. “Come on.”

“E–eren wait a second–fuck,” you wailed, fingers desperately clutching handfuls of the hair between your legs as you threw your head back. He hummed, attentively observing your face change expressions as he greedily sucked your clit. It had been like this for around thirty minutes now, him sucking your juices out of you until you were pleading for your release. The moment the two of you stepped into your bedroom, he nearly consumed you as you were, his soft pink lips leaving marks from your neck to your thighs as he thrusted three digits into your soaking cunt until you were clenching around his fingers. You barely had time to recover from the intense pleasure, quickly ending up where you were now, about to cum for the second time if he wanted you to. “Too m-much, baby.”

His eyes darkened as he pushed your legs further back, slurping and licking every little bit of slick that dripped out of you as he inserted two of his fingers again. “You taste so fuckin’ sweet, mama. Wait just a little longer for daddy,” he mumbled. Your eyes rolled to the back of your skull as he curled his fingers upwards, hitting every nerve in your walls, making you clench around his fingers so, so tight.

The sounds he made against your pussy were downright filthy as he buried his face in your heat, fingers now coated in a layer of cream. You were so wet for him, at least three times wetter than you were on the phone, and it drove him crazy to see your pussy so nasty for him. Soft whimpers fell from your mouth as you felt your release coming, the feeling seemingly more intense than it was before due to his edging. “Daddy, I can’t hold it, please, I need to c-cum.” With every plea, his tongue swirled so intensely around your clit. He made it so hard to hold it.

“You’ ready to cum for me, pretty girl? Tell me how bad you need to cum, and I’ll let you.” Eren whispered, leaving faint kisses against your throbbing clit as he pumped more of your wetness out of you.

“I need it so bad. Let me be good and cum for you, please, ‘ren.” You wept, legs trembling like leaves in the wind.

He grinned, emerald eyes locking with yours as he nodded. “Atta girl, go ahead, mama.” The nastiest moans came out of you as you finally let go, vision going blurry as your head fell back into the sheets. You ground your cunt against his face, unknowingly adding to the aching in his boxers as you cried out his name. He whispered praises between your legs, biting down on his lip as he watched your body react to the pleasure, taking in every little twitch or jerk your body made.

“You look even sexier doing that shit in person. Come here, [♡],” He sat up, pulling you closer to him by your ankles. You were so fucked out already you hadn’t even realized he hadn’t been inside of you yet. He laughed as he took in your expression, in awe at how beautiful you looked. “I’m not done with you yet.”

Eren pulled his shirt over his head, exposing the tattoos you had longed to see on his toned stomach. His body was so sexy, muscles flexing while doing such a simple task. Spit pooled into the cavern of your mouth as you watched him pull down his sweats and boxers, nearly moaning at the mere sight of his dick springing out. His tip was pretty and an angry shade of red as it slapped against his stomach, making a ‘thud’ sound. He was so big, all eight inches of him falling against his thigh. “Shit,” you whispered. Eren only chuckled as he pulled the rest of his clothes off his ankles. “Eren…”

He rested his big hands on the back of your thighs, thumbs slowly stroking the skin. “You’ gonna be good and take this dick for me like you promised?”

The way he talked alone made your stomach churn. You nodded, tucking your bottom lip under your teeth as you eyed his length. Fuck, that was a lot to take in person. “Yes, ‘ren.”

He leaned in, sucking at the marks he previously left against the canvas of your neck as he positioned himself at your entrance. He was so rough as he licked and tongued the bruises he had left, hoping to distract you from how big the stretch was. With a wet squelch, you felt the thick head of his dick enter you, instantly clenching around what little you were given as you gasped. He groaned against your neck, murmuring curses at the feeling. “Oh my god.”

“Shit, you feel good.” He wasn’t all the way in, maybe four or so inches deep, but the feeling of him sliding into you was already too much. Your arms wrapped around the nape of his neck, pulling him closer as your eyes nearly bursted from the sockets. He moved steadily, as he pushed the rest of what could fit into you, the pulsating of your gummy walls driving him mad. God, you felt as good as you looked, all wet and warm like a hug. You cried out his name in response, clit throbbing as you looked down and watched him enter you. It felt incredible, but it was a scene so dirty. You were almost gushing against the veins that decorated his dick, your pussy gripping around the shaft each time he pulled out. “This pussy feels too good, mama, damn.”

He increased the speed of his thrusting, each movement prying those beautiful noises from you as he hit the spots none of your toys had located. You were embarrassingly wet for him, the sounds of your moans clashing with the sound of your cunt greedily sucking him in. He groaned at the feeling and gripped your thighs tighter, watching a white ring form around the base of his dick. “There you go, cream on that shit, good girl.”

“You’re makin’ my pussy feel good, daddy,” you cried as your nails clawed against his back. His balls harshly slapped against your ass, adding to how loud the two of you were. Between his breathy moans and your long, drawn out whimpers, you were sure you’d be getting a noise complaint sooner or later.

“Fuck,” He could feel you getting ready to cum as he pushed in and out of you, pussy making the sweetest mess against him. The feeling of you gripping him like you needed him inside of you was nothing he had ever felt before, causing his hips to stutter. You looked gorgeous as you made those pretty faces, calling out for him as his tip kissed your sweet spot. “You look so pretty right now, mama. Takin’ this shit like a good girl, ‘m so proud of you. I'm so, so sorry for leaving you, ma.”

That familiar feeling consumed your lower half for the third time in almost an hour. The assault on Eren’s back only worsened as he fed you those long, deep strokes, your pussy leaking onto the sheets at this point. “D-daddy.”

Eren looked down at your wet eyes, unable to resist the smile on his lips. He could feel you getting close, and he loved it. He loved feeling you so much that it was about to make him cum too. “I feel you, baby. Fuck, this pussy taking me so good, daddy bout’ to cum too.”

You closed your eyes, gripping the hairs on the back of his neck as you came again. “Oh my g-god, Eren.” You cried as your toes curled in the air. His movements grew sloppy as you gush around his dick, making him whine.

“Come here, ma.” Unexpectedly, he pulls out, a loud ‘pop’ bouncing off the walls as he pats your quivering thigh. He groaned, slowly stroking himself with one hand. His eyes were dark, his hunger for you growing as the two of you locked eyes. You shivered as you sat up into a kneeling position, legs almost giving out on you in the process. He smirked as he removed his hand from his dick, wrapping it around your neck and giving it a good squeeze. “Let me fuck your pretty ass face til’ I cum?”

You nodded eagerly and opened your mouth, letting his sticky shaft fill up your mouth as he kept his grasp on your throat, wasting no time as he bobbed your mouth up and down his wet shaft. The view from above was amazing. You looked divine looking up at him with those big doe eyes as he fucked your throat. A mixture of your cum and spit ran from the sides of your mouth as you hollowed your cheeks and down his balls. Eren moaned loudly as your throat tightened around his tip as it hit the back of your throat. “F-fuck, look at you eating that dick up like a fuckin’ good girl. I love that shit.”

He pulled you off his length, hand still firmly around your neck as he looked down at you. You swallowed, breaths heavy. He tapped your cheek, muttering an ‘open’. His dick visibly twitched when you followed his order and stuck your tongue out. Curling his tongue, he leaned down, a thick glob of his spit sliding off the wet muscle and into your mouth.

“Swallow that shit.” You swallowed, the action adding to the mess between your legs. He smiled and pushed his dick back into your mouth, now thrusting harder than before making thick spit bubbles form around the base. You brought up a shaky hand and stroked whatever didn’t fit in your mouth, not once letting your gag reflex stop you. His chest rapidly moved up and down as he got louder and breathier. Your mouth felt so good around him. “Shit–’m cumming, mama.”

You hummed, closing your eyes as he shot warm, white ropes down your throat, a thousand curses falling from his lips as his hips jerked. The two of you were making a mess as his hips slowed down. Streams of white dripped down your chin as he pulled out of your mouth.

Giggling, you held onto his thigh. “You taste good.”

His breaths were heavy as he chuckled, leaning down and wrapping his lips around yours, spit and cum making the kiss sloppy. “You did so well for me, you know that?”

“Mhm, ‘m your good girl, daddy.”

“If you keep talking like that, I’ll have you up all night, keep playin’.” You smiled as he cupped your cheeks, peppering kisses across your face. “I’m gonna clean you up and get you some water, okay?”

“Okay, ‘ren.”

“And, [♡]?”

“Hmm?”

“I love you.” He said with his chest, attention locked on you as a blush crept onto his cheeks.

You pressed an innocent kiss onto his lips, swirling his neck hairs around your fingers as he gripped the fat of your love handles, deepening the kiss. You sucked on his bottom lip, biting down gently and smiling into the kiss before you pulled away. Your eyes lit up beautifully as you took a long look into his, all of his love behind those green eyes you loved so much. “I love you, too, Eren.”

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lucidrmss · 12 days ago

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extra credit. I 3.3k armin arlert x reader

cw: 18+ explicit content minors dni, nerdmin x baddie reader, reader insert but no use of y/n, unprotected sex, female pronouns/afab reader, vaginal sex, oral sex, nipple piercing, possessive armin, bit of dirty talk. not all that in the first part tho

summary: No one saw it coming. Not your roommate. Not your on-and-off ex situationship. Not even the judgmental girl with a color-coded planner who’s clearly in love with him.

But somehow, the cardigan-wearing, note-taking, blushy boy wonder of your Comparative Politics class caught your attention. And that’s saying something, because you’re not exactly known for quiet crushes or gentle flirting — being a tattooed, sharp-tongued, braless baddie with a GPA just as high as your standards.

After a sketchy dude corners you at a party, Armin Arlert — the last person you expected — swoops in like a flannel-clad knight in awkward armor. That moment sparks a chaotic, and unexpectedly tender journey involving fake study sessions, thigh tattoos, jealous glances, and one painfully adorable nerd who may or may not be packing more than just a well-organized Google Drive.

Let them stare. Let them whisper. You’re not letting this one go.

notes: this is a repost from ao3 so if feels like you already read this before,, maybe u did,,,, just thought of posting here since tumblr is such a good community and as a reader many of my favorites fics and authors were here sooo.. heres my contribution. also english is not my first language and even tho i already read this so many times if u see a typo lmk. enjoy <33 extra note: i didn't have THAT NERDMIN in mind when i write this back in april but you can imagine him like this here or wtv but keep in mind it's a uni au.

You didn’t expect to end the night by almost punching someone in the throat. You also didn’t expect your knight in shining armor to wear glasses, a flannel, and smell vaguely like peppermint and academic pressure. But hey, life’s full of surprises.

The party is loud, the floor is sticky, and your ass looks amazing in these jeans. You know this because three different girls complimented you in the line for shots, and the guy you passed in the hallway nearly tripped over a beanbag trying to stare at it. Classic.

You're not drunk, not yet, but your buzz is kicking in nicely. Your hair is a little wild, eyeliner perfectly smudged, and your nipples might be piercing the air through your crop top. Not that you care — you didn’t come here to blend in.

"Tell me why the hell we're here again," you shout over the bass, dodging a shirtless freshman swinging a glowstick like he's summoning spirits.

Mikasa, holding her cup like it personally offended her, shrugs. “Connie said Jean might show up. I’m here to watch the drama unfound.”

“I’m not talking to Jean, I'm done with him” you scoff, because you are a woman of growth. Evolution. Maturity — and also because Jean ghosted you last week after asking for nudes. Again.

“Cool,” she says. “Then maybe flirt with someone else for once.”

As if on cue, your eyes wander — and catch on a very out-of-place figure near the kitchen.

Flannel. Glasses. Clean-shaven. Trying so hard to blend in and failing with Olympic-level dedication.

“Is that... Armin?”

Mikasa turns. Blinks. “No fucking way.”

Oh, but yes. It's Armin Arlert. the boy who sits three rows in front of you in Comparative Politics and types like the keyboard owes him money.

Armin who color-codes his notes and once offered you an extra pencil like he didn't get that you haven't brought one on purpose.

Armin who turned beet red when you answered a discussion question and said the word “penetrate” in a completely non-sexual context.

“Who dragged him here?” you ask with a little laugh, already sipping your drink like this is a nature documentary.

“Probably Connie,” Mikasa mutters. “He’s been trying to make Armin ‘social’ for weeks.”

And damn, you have to admit: it’s weirdly... working?

Okay, so the flannel’s still tucked too neatly, and his shoes are definitely orthopedic. But his jawline? Sharp. His hair? A little messy. And when he pushes his glasses up? you hate how hot you find that.

You're staring too long. you know it. Mikasa knows it.

“Oh no,” she says, grinning. “Don’t you dare.”

“Relax. I’m just admiring the academic aesthetic,” you say coolly.

Liar.

Ten minutes later, you’re separated from Mikasa, your drink is empty, and some dude with too much cologne and not enough social awareness is blocking your path to the kitchen.

“You come here a lot?” he asks, his breath hot with tequila and regret.

You smile politely. “Nope.”

“We should change that.”

Oh God.

You try stepping around him. He steps with you.

You’re mid eye-roll, about to hit him with your favorite line ("Do you come with an off switch?"), when a voice cuts in.

"Hey. there you are."

You blink.

The guy blinks.

Armin freaking Arlert slides up beside you like he’s done it a hundred times, placing a gentle but possessive hand on your waist like it belongs there. He turns to the guy with a smile so polite it might be a threat.

“She was looking for me. Thanks, though.”

The guy hesitates. Scowls. But Armin doesn’t budge — and something in those soft blue eyes says do not test me, I read about ancient wars for fun .

Creep backs off. Retreats. Gone.

Silence.

You turn slowly, Armin’s hand drops from your waist like it burned him. His ears are red. His pupils are wide.

“I’m sorry if that was weird,” he says in a rush. “You looked—he looked like—like you weren’t enjoying—uh—I thought—”

“You thought right.” you raise an eyebrow, letting your smirk play out slow. “Nice timing, Arlert.”

He laughs nervously, scratches the back of his neck. “I didn’t mean to, uh, interrupt. I was just passing by and—”

“You weren’t interrupting. you were rescuing. Big difference.” your eyes travel over him, curious. He’s still blushing, but something about him is... steady. Calm. Kind.

Maybe you’re still buzzed.

Or maybe you’ve just developed a thing for quiet boys who do the right thing without needing a reward. Either way, your next move surprises even you.

“So,” you say casually, leaning in just enough for him to smell your perfume — or notice your piercings. “Think you could help me with our next exam?”

He blinks, the song coming from the speakers ends and changes to a summer hit from last year, and the people on the makeshift dance floor cheers loudly.

“I... sure? I mean, yeah. Of course.” you pull your phone from your low-waist jeans, and stares as he types his number on it. shaking.

“Great,” you purr. “I’ll text you.”

And just like that, you turn and walk away, leaving him staring after you like you just recited the Constitution in a bikini.

Mission: Start Nerd Seduction — officially launched.

You don’t actually need help with the midterm. But you do need an excuse to sit across from Armin Arlert while licking the rim of your iced coffee like a menace to society.

so when he texts you back with a “Sure! I’m free Friday afternoon if that works?” you say

> Cool. I’ll bring my notes and wear something distracting.

You don’t expect a reply, and definitely don’t expect the little three-dot typing bubble to linger for two full minutes before he hits you with:

>Armin: Should I bring a calculator or holy water?

You giggle like a damn schoolgirl and toss your phone across the bed.

God help him. you’re gonna ruin that boy.

On Friday you’re in his room.

His actual dorm room, which smells like pinewood and clean laundry. There are three highlighters on his desk arranged by color, posters from Sci–Fi movies on the walls, little The Hobbits figures on some shelves and you swear the man owns more books than space on furniture to put it on.

“I like your room,” you say, setting down your iced coffee. “Very... untouched virgin energy.”

He pushes his glasses up. “Thanks?”

You’re already sprawling across his desk chair, legs crossed, skirt indecent. You watch his eyes flicker downward, then violently snap back up. Adorable.

“okay,” he says, pulling out a folder. “So, we’re reviewing chapter 5? The political theory section?”

You blink at him.

“Oh, right. Studying.” you lean forward, resting your chin on your palm, giving him your best wide-eyed innocent face.

Armin frowns like you’re a pop quiz he didn’t study for. “...did you even bring your notes?”

“Sure,” you lie, “they’re in my... bra.”

He looks like he might combust on the spot.

“Sorry,” you add sweetly. “too much?”

“Just a bit,” he mutters, already flipping open his book like it’s a shield. You let the moment hang in the air a bit too long — just enough for the tension to crackle — then settle back and pretend to pay attention.

But honestly? you’re watching him more than the textbook.

The way he twirls his pen. The way his voice softens when he explains a concept, you like how he ain't trying to mansplain it like you're actually stupid, just being patient. The way he blushes every time you hum in agreement.

You even catch him peeking at your tattoos when he thinks you’re not looking.

"So...” you say, leaning closer until your thigh brushes his. “Do you always tutor people like this?”

He freezes. “Like what?”

“Alone. In your room.”

His mouth opens. Closes. Opens again. “N-no. I mean—no, I don’t. Usually it’s at the library. Or the lab. Or... never mind.”

“Cute,” you tease. “You're nervous.”

“I’m not nervous.”

“You’re literally shaking.”

“I’m fine.”

You pause. Smirk. “Want me to stop?”

He swallows hard. “...no.”

And there it is.

That glimmer. That tiny flash of something underneath the nerves — confidence? Want? Hunger?

You sit back, pretending not to notice your own racing pulse.

The game just got fun.

Ten minutes later, you both keep pretending to read the same paragraph while pretending not to feel the air buzzing between you.

That’s when the door creaks open.

“Yo, Armin—” a high voice cuts in, then stops. “Oh. Hey.”

You turn slowly.

She’s short. She’s wearing a pastel cardigan with two different shades of pink. A cute flower pin on her hair and an adorable smile that is slowly dropping. Terrifying.

“Mina,” Armin says, standing up so fast his chair almost flips. “Hey. sorry, I forgot to text—”

“It’s okay!” she chirps. “I just came to drop off the notes from last week.” Her eyes flick to you. To your skirt. To your thigh against his.

“Oh,” she adds, still trying to smile. “I didn’t know you had company.”

You smile back, a knowing smile while offering your name, “We’re studying.”

Her expression flickers. Just a second. Just enough.

“Nice,” she says. “Well... see you later?” trying to meet Armin’s eyes.

“Yeah,” Armin says, but he's distracted, his eyes trailing to you.

And when the door shuts behind her, he lets out a breath like he forgot how to.

“Friend of yours?” you ask.

“Yeah,” he says too fast. “We’ve known each other since orientation.”

“Huh.” You twirl your pen. “She likes you.”

He chokes on air. “What?! No, she—Mina doesn’t—why would you—”

“Because she looked at me like I’m a pop-up ad that gave her computer a virus,” you say, deadpan.

He groans. “She’s just friendly.”

"Mm-hm.” You tilt your head. “You like her?”

Silence.

Then “I don’t know,” he admits. “I guess I never really thought about it.”

Interesting.

Very interesting.

You smile, wider this time. “Good. Because I’m very distracting.”

You do not need this men.

You’re not bored. You’re not lonely. You’ve got enough situationships to form a goddamn Avengers team.

And yet — here you are.

In the library. Again.

Wearing lip gloss and zero academic intention.

Armin’s already at the table when you arrive, notes spread out, glasses sliding down his nose. Like he didn't leave you wanting after last week's study date. You consider greeting him like a normal person. You don’t. Instead, you drop your bag, plop into the chair beside him, and whisper in his ear:

“Miss me?”

He jumps.

“Jesus —” he says your name like a curse, while holding his chest to calm his heart.

“You didn’t answer the question.”

He blinks at you. “I—uh—yeah. I guess.”

You grin. “cute.”

He coughs. You cross your legs, showing off your thigh tattoo. Half the guys at the next table almost fall out of their chairs. Armin doesn’t notice — or he pretends not to — but the flush in his cheeks says otherwise.

“Let’s start with Hobbes today,” he mumbles, eyes glued to his page. “You read the assigned chapters, right?”

“Define ‘read’.”

Armin eyes you, saying your name almost in a reprimand way.

“Relax, I skimmed it.” you pull out a pen. “Ready when you are, Professor.”

You don't absorb much of what he’s saying. Because he’s doing that thing again — the voice drop, the hand gesture, the “lemme explain this real quick” lean-in that gets unreasonably close. And he smells good today. Like fresh laundry and—god—was that vanilla?

You’re not okay.

“So that’s why Hobbes believes in the absolute power of the sovereign,” Armin finishes, looking up. “Make sense?”

You’re not sure what Hobbes believes in, but you do believe in Armin ruining your life. You nod.

He beams. “See? You’re better at this than you think.”

Oh. That smile. That pure smile. like he hasn’t noticed the chaos you’ve been trying to throw at him for days. Like he doesn’t know half the campus is whispering:

“Why is Armin Arlert hanging out with her?

“Did she lose a bet?”

“No way he could ever handle her.”

They don’t know that Armin looked you in the eye last Tuesday, tilt his head and said, “You should really stop doing that if you want me to focus.”

They don’t know that you’re starting to forget what flirting is supposed to feel like. Because this? This is more dangerous than your usual games.

And just when you’re about to lean in and say something stupid, like — you’ve got really nice hands – a familiar voice interrupts:

“Hey, Armin!”

You turn. of course it’s Mina.

Carrying two matcha lattes and an entire Pinterest board’s worth of optimism. she slides into the seat on Armin’s other side, all teeth and pastel and absolutely no shame.

“I brought you a drink,” she says, ignoring your existence completely.

“Oh—thanks,” Armin replies, startled. “You didn’t have to—”

“I wanted to,” she chirps, and finally glances at you. “Hi”

You nod. “Mina.” A pause. You sip your coffee. She sips her matcha. Armin is sweating.

“So,” Mina says to him, voice syrup-sweet, “did you want to study together for the ethics quiz? We could—”

“He’s busy,” you say.

Mina blinks. “What?”

“With me,” you finish. Smile. “We’re reviewing Locke next. Very intense stuff.”

Armin opens his mouth. Close it. Prays for death.

“Oh,” Mina says, still smiling. “That’s... cool.”

You keep smiling. You’re both smiling so hard it might shatter the floor beneath you.

“I guess I’ll just see you tomorrow, Armin?” she tries again.

He looks between you. Her. Back to you. “Uh—sure. Yeah.”

When she finally walks away, you lean in close enough for him to smell your lip gloss.

“She’s in love with you.”

He rubs his face. “Don’t start.”

“I’m just saying,” you sing. “You could totally date her. She’s your type.”

He glances at you, then looks away. “You don’t know my type.”

“Don’t I?” You raise an eyebrow.

He hesitates. Swallows. look at you again. You hold the eye contact longer than necessary. Long enough to make him shift in his seat.

“I don’t think I like being studied,” he says softly.

“Then stop looking so interesting.”

—

On the weekend y'all at Jean’s apartment. Pizza boxes. Open textbooks. A Mario Kart tournament threatening to break a friendship or five.

Armin’s sitting on the floor, controller in hand. You’re on the couch, shamelessly watching him. the others are deep in a debate about which professor might be an alien, but you’re focused on the way Armin mutters when he loses a round.

“fuck,” he breathes under his breath. You almost drop your drink.

He catches you looking. smirks—just a little. and that is the moment you realize you’re in serious trouble.

because this boy? This nerd? With his quiet voice and his chaotic notes and his tragic sweaters? He might actually break your heart.

And worse — you might let him.

——

It's all fun and games until you start to have dreams about him. some very inappropriate dreams. involving library desks, a cardigan hitting the floor, and Armin’s voice in your ear saying “you asked for this study session.”

You always wake up hot and wet.

It’s barely 7 AM. You have a lecture in two hours. But your first conscious thought is ‘that mouth should be illegal’. Your second is to get it together. And your third?

You need to see him.

So you don’t bother with makeup. don't bother styling your hair. You pull on black sweats and a leather jacket and stomp onto campus with last night’s eyeliner and an agenda that has nothing to do with academic excellence.

Armin’s already at the student café, as usual — surrounded by books, headphones on, hoodie halfway swallowing his neck. He doesn’t notice you until you slide into the seat across from him.

“You look like you haven’t slept,” he says, blinking.

“That’s because I haven’t.” You point at your face. “Notice the sexy eye bags.”

Armin chuckles, soft and genuine. “You always show up like this?”

“Only for the people I’m trying to corrupt.”

He pauses. “So… just me?”

"Yup.”

There’s a flicker behind his glasses. You think it might be nerves. Or something darker.

You want to poke it. You will poke it.

“So,” you continue. “Tell me something nerdy.”

“...What?”

“Make me smarter. Ruin my street cred.”

Armin leans back. “Okay. Did you know sea otters hold hands when they sleep so they don’t drift apart?”

Your heart makes a weird thump. “That’s… aggressively adorable.”

“And that an octopus has three hearts and blue blood?”

“wait, for real?”

“Yeah.” He tilts his head. “Still feel like corrupting me?”

You grin. “Oh, absolutely.”

It’s raining. There’s only one couch cushion between you and Armin. Your Netflix “study break” has now turned into a two-hour true crime documentary, and at least once every ten minutes you feel his thigh shift next to yours.

Your laptop is open. Your notes are not.

Armin stretches, arms over his head, shirt riding up just enough to expose that his damn V line. The one that’s haunted your sleep since last week.

You don’t mean to stare.

You just… don’t not stare.

And Armin sees it.

He lowers his arms, clears his throat, then glances sideways at you. “You keep looking at me.”

“Do I?”

“Yeah.”

“Maybe I’m studying your anatomy.”

He says your name in a soft breath of warning, with big eyes, dilated pupils, lips parted.

You shift to face him. He’s closer than you thought. Close enough that the space between you feels like static — thick with unsaid things and half-bitten thoughts.

You should back off. You should laugh it off.

You don’t.

Instead, you whisper, “You ever think about kissing me?”

The silence stretches.

“Yes.” It’s so quiet you almost miss it. But it’s there.

“Yes?” you echo.

He meets your gaze. Doesn’t blink. Doesn’t back down. “I’ve thought about it a lot.”

The air pulls tight between you. His lips are right there. He’s right there.

Your hand twitches, like maybe you’ll touch his cheek. Like maybe you’ll grab his collar and ruin every rule you’ve ever set for yourself. Because your mouth is five inches from his and it’s raining outside and—

A knock.

You jolt back like you’ve been slapped. Armin jumps up, flustered, knocking over a cup of pens. then race to the door before the moment can catch up to you.

“Oh, hey!” a feminine voice says too loudly. a voice you know well. How the fuck she always knows when you two are together. Mina has a fucking six senth for cock blocking or something? “I—I was just in the neighborhood and thought I’d drop your USB from the group project. I checked and it has all the lecture slides on it— you left it in the lab.”

Armin takes it with a shaking smile, you could see how red he is from the couch. “Oh! Cool. Thanks.”

She peers around, eyes narrowing. “Is she here?”

“Yes.”

“Studying?”

Your eyes meet and you hold her gaze, while grinning “Eventually.”

she blushes and apologizes, giving Armin a rushed and tiny ‘goodbye’.

The blonde man closes the door with a sigh, and when he comes back to the couch, pretending like nothing almost happened, you start to think the universe is actually laughing at you.

Why can't you make out with your nerdy man in peace?

——

Later that night you’re alone again, lying on your bed, phone face-up beside you. You keep replaying his voice.

“I’ve thought about it a lot.”

You don’t sleep well.

And neither does he.

Because two blocks away, Armin is staring at his ceiling, hand in his hair, wondering how close he came to losing control — to kissing the girl with stormcloud eyes and tattooed skin and a laugh that lives rent-free in his skull.

The girl nobody thinks would ever want him.

Except maybe — she does.

part II>

#aot #aot x reader #attack on titan #armin arlert #nerd armin #armin x reader #armin aot #armin smut #attack on titan x reader #damn this was fucking tiring bye #armin arlert x reader

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ayeyolooo · 6 months ago

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AVOIDING -i’m so sorry for any mistakes or errors!

your beats blasted look like by chicken p as the wind danced with your curls. you were trying to hurry to class because you were avoiding a certain someone. Ever since eren ghosted you for a few days and then recently explained to you that he believe that he found his person already the person being mikasa, you were doing your best not to feel hurt about it. so you did what you did best, avoiding.

Even though it hurt you, you had to push passed the pain to avoid any drama. You didn’t know what it was, you were just drawn to eren. Loving the way he treated you while the two of you were in a talking stage. Now all of that’s behind you. you seen eren and his friend group coming up on your right side so you put your head down and sped up your walking. “y/n.” your body went hot and your heart began beating fast. you ignored him and walked into your class.

“aye bra, ion know whatchu did to her but you need to fix it.” ony mummered. “what did you even do eren? i thought you and y/n was good, the praying before every game, doing bible study together, being on the phone all night i dont understand.” connie replied having eren lower his head in defeat. “my dad brought her up, seeing that her and i have gotten closer and seen her with my jacket on.” eren began. “nah man you just can’t seem to leave mikasa alone, knowing good and well she’s not no good for you.” armin side eyed him.

“can i finish?” eren replied. they all nodded. “okay so my dad told my ma how y/n was as a person, and knowing her you know she’s a girls girl, so they both fussed be out saying how i better not hurt her and things like that. and how im not ready for a girl like y/n..” they all hesitated. “wait a minute—.” connie called out.

“your dad.” connie pointed. “coach G, the one that be screaming for no reason, the evil coach protected her!?” ony interrupted. eren nodded and started to play with his rings on his hand. “okay so why does she hate you?” armin pondered. “because i told her how i found my person already, and that i love mikasa, and it’s to an extent with y/n.” the boys all gasped at hearing eren. “eren why did you say it like that? knowing her she was probably crying about it thinking how she wasn’t good enough for you.” eren huffed. “can yall stop, i already feel bad.” armin sucked his teeth. “you should, because y/n is the sweetest person here, if you know that you were going to hurt her, then you should’ve left her alone. and if you knew that you weren’t going to leave mikasa alike you shouldn’t never even started bothering her.” armin defended you, his face started to turn a light red. connie furrowed his eyebrows. “wait why are you riding her meat like that?? yall together or something?” ony jerked his head back at constance’s choice of words.

“nah y/n ain’t like that, if you knew armin and i well enough you would know that she’s like family to us. ever since my dad married armin’s mom y/n’s been coming around more because armin’s mom is her moms bestfriend. and im just pretty much there so we’re like her bestfriends.” ony backed armin up. “ohh type sh-.” eren just shook his head and palmed his hair backwards. “what should i do? she doesn’t want to talk to me.” they all just shook her head. “honestly man you should just let her come around, just leave her, because she’s pretty upset with you at the moment because 1. she feels like you’ve played with her time and 2 she’s going to end up saying something that she’ll regret later, so i’ll advise you to just leave her be.” armin nodded in agreement with ony.

“yeah cause something she needs to work on is speaking while she’s angry, she just allows things to come off of her tongue without thinking about it and then she’ll regret it later.” eren nodded because he noticed that that was true. you did it when you seen him and annie talking about armin, and you told him to come get his jacket and he got upset with you because you were just jumping to conclusions instead of asking him about it. but in your defense they were standing there talking about it for a while, and you couldn’t see as well so you couldn’t see that it was annie and not some random girl.

anyways both you and eren had problems that the both of you needed to fix with yourselves before getting with one another. “i mean eren i dunno man, you hurt her feelings real bad, cause if i was her and you said that to me i would’ve crashed out on you and mikasa.” ony shrugged. “foreal.” connie clapped him up and stated laughing. “bra yall laughing im being dead serious.” they all sucked their teeth. “man just take this L and leave her alone.” they shrugged and began walking to practice.

after practice ended you were walking so that you could ride with armin and ony, as you walked to the benches where they practiced eren began walking in your direction, you sighed your teeth and put your headphones on; white ferrari blasted in your ears as you looked down at your romance book and you picked it up before finishing to where you left off at. “y/n/n.” you heard erens voice. you ignored him.

he took your headphones off and you looked up at him. “what do you want?” you tried your best not to cry. He hurt you, your feelings were all over the place, you were upset that you allowed him to kiss on you, touch you you felt used. You regretted everything, you were disappointed in yourself for getting attached. to him. “can you talk to me please?” he pleased with you. “talk to you about what eren? you told me everything i needed to hear.” you began packing your bag. this was a mistake coming out here i should’ve just waited by their car. you scolded yourself. you stood up, grabbed your headphones from him and began walking.

you were pulled back, erens hand was on your arm. you turned around to erens sweaty face. (his cheeks were rosy red, and his eyes were puffy, while his hair was in a messy ponytail) “leave me alone bra, i don’t want to disrespect you or your girlfriend.” you warned. he just sighed. “would you just allow me to explain y/n? you’re so quick to jump to conclusions you never allow me to explain myself.” eren began to get upset. “you have 10 seconds eren.” you granted him. “why are you ignoring me, and avoiding me y/n?” you scoffed. “are you serious eren?” his eyes moved in confusion. “i’m sorry, i don’t understand you. First you say you found your person, then you chase me down why won’t you leave me alone?” you say. eren just gulped. “you didn’t answer my question..” he responded. “BECAUSE YOU’RE NOT MINE OKAY? i can’t have you, knowing that there’s another girl i just can’t, you love her, not me. i cannot get in between that, so please spare me for not wanting to fall inlovebworh you more, please. Just leave me alone, and let me get over you.

eren’s heart dropped. “don’t say that, you hurt my feelings when you say that.” eren swallowed. “say what eren? that i’m getting over you?? you don’t think you hurt my feelings? Telling me how i wasn’t the person for you? saying how you’ve found your person already almost as if you’ve just used me as a toy ,and as if i was just a place holder til mikasa comes back, do you know how dirty i felt when i got home, knowing that you had a girlfriend , you kissed me and grabbed on me. And me loving you i allowed it, i felt like such a bad person and you don’t even care bro.” tears streamed your face. “just leave me alone eren, stop trying to contact me, just stop it.” you pulled your arm away harshly and walked away sniffing. Eren felt poopy for treating you that way. and he didn’t mean to. erne turned around to seeing that whole football team watching you two. eren just dropped his head in embarrassment as he just took his helmet off of the floor and walked to the locker rooms. ony and armin just looked at eachother before shaking their heads and preparing to walk to the locker rooms.

AN:

i got lazy with the colors at the end lol.. but i’m going to write what yall requested 😭!!

BVOTD!✝️

PSALMS 91!😽

#ayeyolooo #black y/n #black reader #x black fem reader #aot x black reader #aot x reader #aot x black y/n #eren x black fem!reader #connie x black reader #eren x black reader

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rainedravens · 15 days ago

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↳ ❝ 𝙣𝙚𝙧𝙙! 𝙖𝙧𝙢𝙞𝙣 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙘𝙖𝙣𝙤𝙣𝙨!! ❞

(tw.ᐟ.ᐟ contains: one singular f-bomb | wc.ᐟ.ᐟ contains: 586 words | highschool! au, gender neutral reader, fluff | fanart by @musapylsa | not proofread or edited.ᐟ.ᐟ)

↳ nerd! armin, who accepts your request to tutor you when you get a not-so-fun mark on your trigonmetry quiz...

"are you sure it's okay? i don't want to, like, bother you or anything..." your eyes divert from his, abashedly hiding your face.

you had only recently begun hanging out with mikasa, who you knew through mutual friends and a shared art class in third period, and it didn't take long for her to introduce you to her boyfriend, eren. they were easy to get along with, and after learning you shared a few advanced placement classes with their other friend, you learned it was easy to get along with armin, too.

sure, he was definietly more shy than his friends, but his love for movies and tv, plus his insanely high marks, brought a charm to him you grew quite fond of.

you just weren't sure if he was quite fond of you.

↳ nerd! armin, who is going absolutely insane inside because you basically asked to hang out with just him.

"no, no! it's totally fine! i-i'd love to!" he quickly responds, shaking his head in reassurance.

↳ nerd! armin, who quickly fell for you, and kept falling harder the more you stuck around.

↳ nerd! armin, who is extremely fond of you, but too shy to say it out loud.

unlike you and your hilariously cute obliviousness, eren and mikasa immediately clocked armin's interest in you.

"oh, and in art, i swear those doodles looked like armin--"

"l-like me??!" he whipped his head around to mikasa, ds suddenly unimportant as you doodling him was mentioned.

while mikasa stifled a laugh at his reaction to the staged mention, eren burst into laughter, falling over as his amusement continued.

flushed pink and red, armin understood the prank, huffing as he turned back to his pokemon platinum run.

↳ nerd! armin, who along with mikasa and eren, is unaware that you do draw him in the margins of your math homework.

↳ nerd! armin, who despite his heart beating blisteringly fast at your proximity, patiently shows you the difference between questions in radians and degrees after school.

↳ nerd! armin, who watches as you adorably interrupt his lessons by pointing out the posters, comics and funko pops littered around his room.

↳ nerd! armin, who steps outside of his room while you work on more questions to take a fucking breather because oh my god you're sitting on his bed right now.

adjusting his inhales and exhales to the imaginary square in front of him, armin fixed his glasses, took another deep breath, and forced himself to reenter his room.

your attention flew to his entry, eyes like stars as you shot up with your notes in hand.

"look, look, look! i got it!!" you essentially pinned him against his own doorframe, a perfectly solved general solution with proper restrictions presented to him.

armin could hardly comprehend it, far too focused on whatever shampoo you used as its delicious vanilla scent flooded his senses.

"you're the best tutor ever, i can't believe i never came to you for help before." you flip your notes closed, stuffing it into your backpack as you spring yourself back onto his bed. "what should we do now, 'min?"

↳ nerd! armin, whose heart skips a beat as you gift him a nickname.

↳ nerd! armin, who quietly freaks out about the little doodles he caught a glimpse of when you flipped your notes closed.

↳ nerd! armin, who pretends to lose in smash bros. until you actually beat him like ten times, and then ten times more once you quickly learn the button inputs.

↳ nerd! armin, who can't wait to tutor you again.

↳ ❝ 𝙙𝙞𝙫𝙞𝙙𝙚𝙧 𝙘𝙧𝙚𝙙𝙨 ❞

⋆ @bernardsbendystraws ⋆ (i'm not sure who made the animated one, but if its you please lmk and i'll credit!!) ⋆

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mia-can-yap-too · 13 days ago

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synopsis:- Jean Kirstein is in love. You just think he's very supportive. It's been three years. Pray for him

warnings:- fluff, crack, sfw, groupchats and google docs, memes provided by connie, a lotta mentions of salted caramel lattes, yearning, longing, eren being a hater, not-so-good advice, two (2) mentions of horses cuz come on, its Jean

pairing:- Jean Kirstein x Fem!Reader

🌺:- special shoutout to @satorus-princess for helping me out with the coffee order cuz idk batshit about that. I hope Marco comes in your dreams and gives you life-changing head <3 also thank you to @jeonwiixard for beta reading, ily ho

divider credits to @uzmacchiato, header by me, do not steal

ACT I :- THE SIMP AWAKENS

Jean remembers exactly when he became a simp.

June 16th. 4:28 pm. Exactly 36°C.

His attire consisted of a band tee that stuck to his chest and some random bottoms he borrowed from Reiner. He was on the way back to his dorm after spending the day swimming with the others at Historia's.

You were wearing a baby blue tank top and white shorts, ready to karate chop the fuck out of a vending machine.

It had eaten your dollar, and you stood in front of it like an exasperated god deciding whether to smite it.

When Jean, stunned by either your chaotic rage or accidental beauty, offered you the ice-cold Red Bull he had been saving for later, you casually said, “Oh my God, are you an angel? Thanks, dude. I was about to go all WWE on this junk.”

Perhaps it was your nonchalance (nonexistent) or maybe it was the way the evening sun shone down on you that made even the sweat on your forehead look otherworldly, but Jean fell.

Emotionally. Spiritually. Metaphysically. Hard.

And from that moment, Jean embarked on a soul-crushing, three-year-long campaign of flirtation, longing, and enough failed romantic attempts to qualify as a sitcom side character.

He complimented you constantly, with the confused sincerity of a teenage boy who had just discovered poetry. “Y/n…are you a…chandelier? Because you light up my world. N-not that you would be one of those ugly chandeliers they have in motel lobbies or something. But like a good chandelier… a medieval one, you know?”

You just snorted and replied, “L-O-L. You're so weird, man. You would make a great cashier, though!”

Jean died a little.

Your friends noticed. Loudly.

Armin started a Google Doc titled ‘Jean's Emotional Spiral’. Everyone added regular live updates.

Mikasa stared at you every time Jean flirted like she was watching a toddler walk into traffic.

Sasha and Connie started hiding the ‘Jean X Y/n' ship shirts they had made.

Eren and Reiner just laughed.

Ymir deemed you a certified dumbass. She's planning on trademarking that.

ACT II :- A DUMBASS GUIDE TO FLIRTING (by Jean) and a cameo by @satorus-princess

But Jean was nothing if not stubborn. Jean doubled down.

Every morning, he brought you coffee. Your exact order. A salted caramel latte. Exactly 3 pumps of syrup, any more or less and you would notice. Oat milk. And only half a cup of ice because you said, “Too much ice means less drink. And I like drink, thank you very much.”

Hell, he even pays the local barista, Hazel, extra to make it before she takes any other orders.

Hazel is very happy with the extra pay.

Anyway, you always just take the drink with a grateful grin and say, “Thanks, Jean. You're like my emotional support coffee machine!”

Jean considered flinging himself off a balcony. Hazel doesn't mind the discredit.

He also started absentmindedly sketching you during class. Except it wasn't absentminded.

He actually takes pride in the amount of attention he pays to get your hair right.

One day, you flipped through his sketchbook and paused on a drawing of you on horseback, your hair flying like you were leading an army after a Titan. (Not that that would ever happen, of course. That's Erwin's job.)

“Why am I on a horse?” you asked.

Jean blinked. “You're majestic. It's a metaphor.”

You just patted his head like he was a particularly sensitive child.

In a desperate attempt, he even said, and this is a real quote, “If I had to build a perfect person on Sims, it'd be you.”

You nodded solemnly and replied, “I'd make you too! As the Sim who's the nice coworker!”

Jean hit his head on the wall.

Your friends tried to help. They really did.

Armin cornered you in a room and spoke in a slow voice as if he were talking to a toddler. “Okay, Y/n, he may want to be more than friends with you. What comes after being friends?”

It took you a minute to say, “Oh, I know!”

Everyone was hopeful.

Connie was screaming, “SHE FINALLY GOT IT!”

Before you continued with, “Best friends! :)”

All hope was lost.

Historia suggested he fake-date the barista Hazel to make you jealous.

Connie proposed memes with heinous captions like ‘I crave that poosay’.

Marco advised him to switch to interpretive dance.

Eren just… laughed, cuz he's a hater.

Mikasa was the only one who said something normal. “Just tell her. Straight-forward. You can't go wrong with that.”

ACT III :- CLOWN TO LOVER PIPELINE

Jean tried to take Mikasa's advice. The universe, however, was committed to making him suffer.

His first attempt was in a library.

The two of you were taking a break after a gruesome study session. He leaned in close and said, “Hey, Y/n… I really need to tell you something…”

You leaned back and whispered, “I swear if you fart right now, I'm dropping out.”

The second attempt was at your birthday party.

He handed you a carefully written letter somehow comparing you to both the moon and a raccoon. His literacy skills are unmatched.

You read it. Blinked. Sniffed a little too. “This is so nice. Did you have something to drink already, though?”

Third was via a meme. Connie's idea. He sent you an image with that one dilf smurf in the background captioned, “Would you love me if I were a worm?”

Three minutes later, you answered, “You'd be the sexiest worm I've ever seen. Bros for life. 💪.”

Jean spent the next three minutes screaming into a pillow.

He was one poorly timed romcom montage away from snapping and writing slam poetry.

The emotional support group chat created for him is now divided into two groups.

Team “She has GOT to be doing this on purpose” consisted of Historia, Connie, Ymir, Eren and Bertholdt.

Everyone else was on Team “She's just THAT dense.”

ACT IV :- THE REALIZATION

It all clicked when you overheard Jean talking to Mikasa in the kitchen.

“I don't even care if she doesn't like me back,” he lied, voice all raw and dramatic as if he were aiming to get an Oscar. “I just want her to be happy. Even if it kills me.”

You, crouched behind the fridge, had an emotional implosion.

Wait… Was she you? Were you she???

Cue a full-on spiraling montage.

Every compliment he ever gave replayed in your head with dramatic music and subtitles.

You googled ‘how to tell if someone is in love with you and you've been blind since 2023.” It didn't help.

You stared at your ceiling.

You stared at your walls.

You also stared at your mirror, cuz you're fine shyt.

You kept looking at Jean's contact, hoping desperately to get a text or call from Tall, Employed and Feminist.

Realization hit you like a brick to the frontal lobe.

You showed up to his house at 11:47 pm with two salted caramel lattes, courtesy of Hazel.

Jean opened the door with the dead-eyed look of someone who'd thought you were finally returning his sweatshirt.

“So, like,” you began, eloquently, “If I hypothetically realized that you may be hypothetically into me and I may hypothetically be into you too, hypothetically, what would you say?”

Jean blinked three times.

It was finally happening.

Three long years. He couldn't afford to lose his cool just yet.

“I would hypothetically kiss you so hard that time rewinds and my past self gives up sooner.”

“Cool,” you said. Then you kissed him so hard the smoke detector went off.

ACT V :- POST-KISS APOCALYPSE

The next morning, you soft-launched your relationship via Instagram story.

The picture was of you, in Jean's hoodie, both of your legs tangled on his couch, his sketchbook on your lap. Captioned ‘plot twist:- he wasn't joking’.

Sasha called you. Screaming.

Connie posted a Tiktok eulogy.

Armin updated the Google Doc with a celebratory meme.

The group chat became a shared grocery list.

Eren hated from a corner. It was all so perfect.

You and Jean became that couple. He called you ‘babe’ in increasingly ridiculous accents. You replied by stealing his clothes and turning his dorm into a nest of your socks. He's still drawing you with horses. Except now you also get a sword and lightning for special effects.

At your six month ‘I guess we're dating now’ party, Connie raised a glass and said, “To the girl who missed every sign in the universe and the guy dumb enough to keep trying.”

And that, is how Jean Kirstein became the ultimate simp.

🌺:- bet you wish he was real rn huh 🫵🤣

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letters-from-cutie · 11 months ago

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The Scouts as Your College Boyfriends [Headcanon]

CHARACTERS: Eren, Armin, Jean, Connie, Erwin and Levi x gn!Reader (slighty spicy at the end)

If you like to see others, please tell me. I'll try this concept again for Levi, and maybe Eren/Jean too. I apologize for some scenarios being bigger than others. I'm Brazilian so I don't know how college works in other places, so don't mind if sounds different to you. English is not my first language.

˗ˏˋ EREN YEAGER ˎˊ˗

He seeks justice in all his lifetimes. So, I see him enrolling in law to be a prosecutor. He wants to get justice for victims. However, he may switch to criminal defense as he learns more about the system and life.

Besides law, he's also interested in social studies so he may change his course for that. I can also see him wanting a political job, especially after high school. He aspired to make the world a better place. But, as he gets older, he becomes more skeptical about that.

Studies aside, he is such a cool guy to hang out with. He goes to some parties but never lets his studies aside. On the contrary of his high school years, as a college student, he is dedicated enough to get very good grades, though he barely studies, what an icon.

He meets you after he picks a fight with your ex. You just ended things with him and is trying to avoid him around campus. But, you would eventually have to go through his class corridor one day.

And of course, he is there when you do. The guy wants to talk to you so badly and paint himself as innocent, but Eren won't let that happen, as he already has enough of him, because of his problematic commentaries during class.

Eren, wanting no trouble with his professor, stays calm and ignores your ex during class. But, now, as he sees your ex trying to force you to speak with him, Eren finds a chance to finally get back to him.

He calls him off right there, in the middle of the corridor, in a humiliating but smart way. Eren also offers to escort you away from him. You, always the revengeful (rightly so), accept his companion.

So Eren throws his arms around your shoulders and looks behind him to shoot that look (yk the one) towards the guy. And so your love story begins.

Congrats, you got the hottest guy in college. That comes with ups and downs, but mainly ups. Eren is absolutely devoted to his partner, you. In theory, there's nothing you should be afraid of.

He'll do anything for you and will protect you from everything that can harm you. If you have a problem with a member of your group project, ask him to resolve it, and he'll be happy to oblige.

The downside of being with Eren is that he gets girls and boys enamored with him all the time. But he pays them no mind.

Eren would never look to anyone other than you, so he gets annoyed when someone tries to hit on him, and probably has a good comeback to it. Though he understands if you get jealous, and will take you immediately to the bathroom to prove you wrong.

Expect to hang out a lot with Mikasa and Armin, as Eren asks you to go with him on most of their outings. Their hangouts are mostly calm. The trio enjoys exploring towns and new places. Therefore, you should be prepared to always check on new locations and have different experiences with them.

You'll always have a place in Mikasa and Armin's hearts, and it makes Eren even more in love with you when he sees how much you guys get along.

Lastly, expect him to be in your dorm a lot. He loves to cuddle with you at night, and you can't say no to his cute sleepy face, desiring you to untie his hair and play with it. And it's even harder to say no to his sexy morning voice.

It sends shivers down your spine every time he wakes you up, asking you to stay for some minutes and skip the first period of classes. How can you say no to him when you know that in his arms you'll have the time of your life?

˗ˏˋ ARMIN ARLET ˎˊ˗

Many people link him to marine biology because of his interest in the ocean, which I agree with, but comes from a different perspective. I see him being more into the concept of traveling and discovering new things than anything.

I imagine him wanting a job that lets him stay put but also change settings from time to time. Biology and marine biology are great for that if you desire to study, protect, and care for wild flora or fauna.

Also, he sounds to me like a guy who enjoys brain challenges, so a scientific field is something that would keep him engaged. He will pursue education further than most people would, as he enjoys learning new things and overall the academic field.

But, this also means that he's a big nerd. He does hang out with his friends, but he prefers to stay indoors, so he is more likely to attend these types of reunions.

Mikasa and Eren are his best friends. He also has other companions, so he's not the lonely type of nerd. He's just a smart, yet introverted guy.

He's such a booklover, so it makes sense for him to get a part-time job at his university's library. Armin quickly learns about how everything works and it's the best at the job they ever had. So if you need any help finding something, go after him.

That's how you met him. You like the library for its silence and academic atmosphere that keep you focused on your studies. Armin's shifts are when you're also free to study, so you always see him when you go there, and quickly get a crush on the blondie.

He is such a cute and polite guy. Armin always greets you when you arrive and get a book, but you're kinda insecure that he is just being polite, seeing how he also treats other students.

But one day, you find yourself needing a helping hand to find your books. So you take it as a chance to talk to Armin. Though he seems rather busy, surrounded by two students you think you've seen before.

Going back to the shelves, you find yourself looking for this specific book for quite some time, that is until you feel him behind you. In Armin's hands lays the exact book that you need. Before handing it to you, he says that he needs to doublecheck it quickly, and goes to the direction his friends were.

When he hands the book to you, you find a cute post-it on the first page. It has a motivational phrase, a drawn smiley face, and a number. You can thank Mikasa and Eren later for the push they did on Armin, cause that's how you meet your boyfriend.

Armin is such a sweetheart. He always checks up on you: if you have studied for your tests if you've done your assignments on time, if you have rested after so many classes...

This is his way of taking care of you, in the middle of his own busy student life. Also, you don't need calendars anymore, baby boy remembers everything you say to him.

He takes you to study dates, where you'll spend half an hour studying, half an hour making out, then repeat. He settles his dorm with warm lights and will help you if you ask, somehow he can understand your lessons even better than you at first read.

If you're in the artistic field or an overall very different field for him, the relationship becomes such a learning experience for him. He enjoys sitting down at night with you, while you show him your project that you just ended. He looks at you with those big blue eyes.

He is so tender and shows so much admiration that takes your breath away, and you need to recollect yourself to go back to your work. Then, he will proudly take you to bed. He'll show you how much he enjoys your work. To relax you after your hard work, a great oil massage and some sexy times will follow.

˗ˏˋ JEAN KIRSCHTEIN ˎˊ˗

Jean is most of us out of high school: lost. So it is not a surprise that he chooses business or managing courses, - very common and vast fields to study on. He doesn't know where he wants to work yet.

All he knows is that he enjoys the frat lifestyle shown in movies. Ironically, at the same time, he wants a romance of books and he needs a job.

So as time passes, he finds himself enjoying HR, which he plans his career around and pushes his studies further. For me, Jean is a great leader and cares a lot for others, so HR is perfect for him. Plus he looks amazing in a suit/working outfit (mine and his words).

Like I said, he first wanted to experience the frat life. During his first semester, all he does is party, even more than Connie and Sasha together.

It's funny because all he wants is love and to have some fun, but he is too young and was created in a world that directed him to pursue a fuckboy life.

The reality is that he is anything but a fuckboy, he cannot even go to bed with someone without catching feelings. After some time, he can't sustain this lifestyle. With so many rejections and bad grades, he desires to change. He wishes to be a person he can be proud of.

That is how he finds himself pursuing mentoring classes. It may be for his own subjects, calculus, or for his writing, whatever you feel like you'd teach him in this scenario.

At first, you thought it was a prank... One of the top fuckboys of your college is wanting your help?

In the first classes, you have to reprehend him on some of his attitudes, but he always listens to what you say. The way you treat him so well makes him fall for you, no one had such patience with him before. So, he starts to do everything and anything to entice you.

Expect flowers on your doorstep. Chocolates will somehow slip into your bag when you aren't looking. And when opening the books you use with him, you'll find post-its with corny pick-up lines. It's obvious he wants you.

You confront him one day and tell him to spend his dedication on studies instead of trying to get into your pants. Jean was being truthful, but at first, you don't believe he'd change like that.

He promises you that he is changing into a better version of himself, and asks you to go out with him if he gets a full score in all his subjects. That seemed so impossible that you accepted the deal.

Jean took it as a challenge, and soon enough, you found yourself on a park date with him. After he spent so many nights studying to get good grades, he deserves some fun right? He even got an internship! And so more dates follow.

As a lover, this man is your devote, and you're his god/dess. He never hangs out without you, I mean never, so you bet you're gonna be friends with his friends too. He goes to fewer parties once he starts dating you.

Jean now prefers more intimate hangouts with you and his friends. He loves movie dates, because it's a win-win for him, as he can get some fun far from campus and keep his hands all around you with no one looking funny at him.

He is very touchy, so expect him to want proximity with you and be very clingy, but he does the most adorable pout when you deny him that you can't resist. Also, being so close to you allows him to lower his head and whisper nasty things in your ear. Meanwhile, his hands "innocently" roam your body.

The asshole knows what he is doing. But don't worry, handling all the teasing is worth it once you get alone in a secluded place and he kneels before you, to treat you good this time.

˗ˏˋ CONNIE SPRINGER ˎˊ˗

I'm not quite sure about his major per se, partially because I think he would not be that enthusiastic about it either. But s4 Connie gives me engineering vibes, especially electrical engineering.

That being said, his main interest is sports and frat life. He's an active and extroverted guy who likes to have fun as much as he can and may go parting sometimes.

He hangs out with Sasha and Jean the most, and sometimes with the other 104th too, making a big and messy group. But I assure you, he is the funniest and most unhinged one, never letting the hangouts get boring. Connie is the life of the group together with his best friend Sasha.

Eventually, he gets a part-time job, and becomes such a hard worker! This is great since he's able to learn to be more responsible and serious when needed.

He meets you at a party. You're in a corner, using your phone. You don't care for the party, but it was your friend's birthday. So, you had to be there.

This little guy didn't even know your friend, but he needed to get his mind off work and his upcoming tests. Eventually, Connie found you by yourself and decided to interact. Connie is not the type to let someone be uncomfortable around, he wants everyone to have a good time.

So he goes after you and stays because you picked his interests, and you both have the time of your life, dancing and laughing from his attics. When it gets too late, he takes you to your home and you offer your phone number in exchange to catch up, and so it begins...

Dating him is never boring. Baby likes to make you laugh, and says that it is the cutest motivation for him to wake up in the morning. He'll get out of his class a bit early to wait outside of your class, he tells you he was bored, and it's true, but he mainly missed you.

He messages you during your classes, sending memes and photos of his friends making funny faces at his teacher, but somehow he never gets caught.

Connie goes to parties with you to show you off to his friends. No one (especially Jean) believes that he got you initially, but after some time with you, they see how much compatible you two are.

If you're tired or not in the mood for going out, he sits with you in the car, blasting nostalgic and cheerful loud music, as you go around campus. Expect lots of sonography while you're walking around.

When you're in his or your dorm, he likes to tell you all about his day, while you guys cook or do some chores together. If you're cooking, expect many food fights ending with cute flour kisses and apologies from him. Connie is not a fan of chores (unlike Levi) but he enjoys spending time with you, so that's a bonus.

Also, please, remind him to study for his exams! He gets forgetful about this kinda of stuff and may get lower grades because of it, or procrastinate if he finds it boring. However, do not study with him, he will not let you, and you'll get lower grades but it may be worth it for the laughs and the flirting.

Look out, or he'll take you to the bedroom as soon as he starts to check you out so focused, so sexy for him. And I'll have to tell you; after he treats you so well, you will not want to do anything other than be lost in him.

˗ˏˋ ERWIN SMITH ˎˊ˗

Of all of them, he's the most obvious to me. First of all, he desires to get multiple degrees during his life, as a curious and cultured guy. So depending on your age difference, you may meet him during his first, second, or even third degree. He thinks about being a professor too, like his dad, but being more of an activist too.

Erwin definitely gets some work inside the university, either as a mentor or helping the faculty. Therefore, he is spending most of his time there. That's how he knows almost everyone around college, or at least most faculty members and talented students.

He is commonly seen with his friends: Levi, Hanji, Nanaba, and Mike, doing plans for hangouts with them. They can range from a simple movie night to an elaborate weekend in a cabin in the mountains.

Usually, the fun hangouts, like parks and trials are planned by Hanji. The active ones are chosen by Mike or Nanaba, such as going out to bars or playing sports. And Levi says that he never wants to go, but he is there anyway. They walk around college together alluring this "veteran" aura, very cool.

For one semester, you'll see him with your favorite professor, Mr. Smith, who you need to talk with. Erwin just stands there, looking so classy and smart that you're intimidated at first. However, as soon as your professor sees you, he introduces you to Erwin, who takes an interest in the project you're developing.

With that, you discover that he's the professor's son, while the older man just looks at you both with a strange knowing look. Erwin offers to help you, with your project, but he probably can't due to his proximity to your professor. He knows that. Erwin is just using it as an excuse to ask for your number, and it works.

Erwin is such a good boyfriend and a gentleman. He always meets you before the morning classes with a warm cup of your favorite beverage. He's such a busy person, with all the classes he is attending, work, and projects, but somehow he always makes time for his friends and you.

Also, he loves planning dates and invites you to the hangouts he has with his friends. Prepare yourself for cute museum dates, and fancy dinners after he gets his salary of the month. He likes to spoil you.

He surprises you sometimes, asking to meet in a random campus location, and surprising you with a sweet picnic under the tree. Erwin states that he's making up for his busy day ahead, and you both sit in comfortable silence, enjoying each other's company and maybe a book. That is at least until you hear Hanji's greetings from afar, followed by Levi trailing behind them with a scowl.

Sometimes, you wonder if dating Erwin is a package that comes with his friends as extra. However, be assured that at the end of the day, you'll get your alone time with him behind the sheets. Erwin will make it up to you in a way that'll make you even forget that anyone else exists other than him.

˗ˏˋ LEVI ACKERMAN ˎˊ˗

This guy doesn't even know why he's here nor how he got here in the first place. I mean, he is such a flexible character, I can see him in many degrees but for this multiple headcanon I'll stick with just three.

Levi as a teacher would be so iconic. He may pursue education because he had good teachers before and believed that they helped him take things seriously and not go to "the bad side" of life.

I see him in law pursuing it to be a judge or prosecutor too, he wants to see "rats" (his words), going to jail and will be pleased to be the one putting them there.

Since criminology fits more his persona so well, I don't think I need to discuss it that much. I'll just state that detective/forensic Levi would be the best of his generation. So it definitely an option too.

Enough of flattering him. As a student, Levi terrifies his professors, why? you ask me. He walks into class, sits down, and almost never moves an inch. He does not talk or ask questions. At the end of the term, he'll get the highest scores. He even works in a respected office already! The professors' days are counted... Ah wait that was flattering again? Oh well...

Anyway, he is the scary dog of his group, I mean like those scary little dogs, not the big ones. Levi walks with people twice his side, who together know everyone in college, but he just sticks with the three of them.

It's with them that he passes his free time. It's funny because he may sound like a hater and says that they are glued to him. But it's actually the opposite, he is the one to look after their hangouts the most.

One thing about college Levi is that he loves his coffee and tea. He knows every café in town but doesn't really enjoys the college ones, like the one you've been transferred to.

He only goes there when there is no other option, and says that the coffee is cold and the tea always tastes like toilet water. That is why your coworkers prepare you mentally for the infamous day you'll get to serve him.

The day comes, and you're alone at the counter, you don't even realize that is The guy everyone was so scared about. You quietly hand him his thing, and he goes away just as quietly, and so it becomes a routine. One day he comes with his friends, who are throwing you looks every moment or so (it's just Hanji).

Eventually, they leave. When you go to clean their tables, you see a note on it, it's a number. It's not Levi who wrote it, but Hanji. He didn't allow them to give out his number so they gave theirs. Soon enough, you start to hang out with the group.

And being part of the group means being part of Levi's heart. Your relationship starts like that, evolving from friends, to fwb to lovers. However, Levi treats you like you're his for so long, and you're dumb to not notice (his words).

Expect him to always walk you home. Look at him and you'll see him already looking back at you, then acting as if he didn't. He'll fetch you drinks and food during class recess, and he'll do so much stuff a boyfriend would do to you.

Eventually, he does become your boyfriend. Like I said, Levi already treated you like you were his before it was official, but after it, it just becomes less subtle. He will only get enough sleep when you're in bed with him. Also, your place will be spotless, he says that you can't clean but it's just an excuse for him to do something back.

Levi will stay by your side as you complain about a messed up class you had. He allows you to cry on his neatly cleaned sweater about a failed test. He'll even buy you ice cream while you ramble about your group member who didn't do their job. And like Eren, if someone else were to blame for your stress or tears, he would do something about it.

He never expects you to do something back for him. You being here for him is enough, it's his main motivation for dealing with annoying college life every day.

But if you're really into rewarding him them we will not complain if you get in his lap and be good for him too. Oh, it may even become a competition, as you both pleasure each other for hours after a tiring and busy day.

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“𝒯𝒽ℯ 𝒫𝒶𝓇𝓉𝓎 ︀&̶ 𝒯𝒽ℯ 𝒜𝒻𝓉ℯ𝓇 𝒫𝒶𝓇𝓉𝓎“

Pairings: Nerd Armin x black reader

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(Not my art, credit to the artists)

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(Content Warning: NSFW, Drinking and Smoking, smoking in a moving car, Reader is crossfaded, Armin is a virgin. Armin is a bit possessive, especially when he's drunk.)

Summary: Armin’s been crushing, but he’s never known how to approach you about it. a college party, some jealousy, and some liquid courage help him with that problem. Armin is a munch, he just can't get enough. The reader has a spine tat, and she has a few arm tats.

Word count: 5k+

Note: Lemme say I have never been drunk fr, so if my information on the topic is off, don't say anything, blame Google LMAO💀😔.

Part 2 here

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It was 1 pm on a Friday, and you were in your last class of the day, which happened to be with Connie and Sasha, who were trying to convince you to go to a party. They didn’t even know who was hosting said party; all they knew was that all of you guys' other friends were going to be there, and they wanted you to be there too.

The pair whined to you about how it had been a while since they had seen you at a party, claiming they “Miss seeing their Star of the party“ and “Come on we know you need to get out your dorm” as much as the two loved to exaggerate things this time they hadn’t. It had been a while since you had been to any party, and they all liked to say you were their proclaimed star, the only reason being that they never thought you'd be the type to outdrink or outsmoke a little more than half of them.

You were too chatty for your own good at parties, intoxicated or not, and as too yourself, you were during classes; people were often shocked when they recognized you at parties. Not like you weren't at least a little known, seeing as you're friends with some pretty outgoing and loud people, but to an outside eye looking in, you were the calm of the mix, so seeing you as a whole different person at these parties was something kind of mind-boggling.

You laugh lightly, agreeing to go to the party. “Fineee, text me the time of this party and I'll be there, just let Jean know I need a ride there. I’m going to text him about it, but I know y'all will find him before he sees my text.” Scribbling down the rest of the notes from the board as the professor tells the class, the deadline for the projects is next Monday, before the bell rings dismissing you from your class.

You sigh in partial relief, knowing you have to go and study some more to finish this project, but glad you're not in classes for the rest of the day. Putting your laptop and binder back in your bag, you walk out room and make a beeline for the campus library. Getting there, you pick up some books on the topic of your project and find your usual quiet corner, take out your notebook, and finally set up your laptop.

As you take your seat you notice a fuckass blonde bob from across the room, rectangular glasses being pressed back onto his nose as you eye him trying to figure out where you know him from, his posture and build familiar and you don’t know of many dudes with blonde hair, then it clicks.

Armin… Eren had told you about the blonde guy, and you had talked a few times before but you had never had any real conversation with him, only small words to each other during group conversations between him, you, Eren, and Mikasa, but it was never anything more than that.

Armin was walking through an aisle of books when he made direct eye contact with you, your fault, you had been staring at him, but now he’s seen you. Smiling warmly, you avert your gaze and place it back on the book you're supposed to be taking notes on. You can feel his gaze burning holes into your forehead, but you ignore it. Until you look up and see he found himself a seat two tables right in front of you, it doesn't help that he's facing you. Eyeing him a little suspiciously, you get caught up in your thoughts on him. You already found him pretty attractive but now that you've gotten a good look at him without him looking at the floor every couple of minutes.

He’s definitely your type, Your curiosity was piqued more than it had been before; he was already your type, prior to looks, he was smart, a gentleman, quiet, and looked like he got nervous around pretty women, however, him staring you down this way was saying otherwise to your last thought. Bringing you out of your cloud of thoughts, your phone buzzes next to you, several texts being sent from the group chat you have with Jean, Sasha, and Connie. Jean had sent the time he was picking everyone up, and Connie had sent the party info, which read that the party was to start at 8, but technically speaking, it would officially start around 9:30.

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Jean was picking the three of you up around 8:30. Connie sent another text.

Connie: Sum body bring a joint or 3

Me: You know I’m already bringing 1 for the pregame Conny boy but you better bring sum too cause I can't be the only one providing for the sesh every time.

Connie: Why nottt🥲 but nah I gotcha

Sasha: Yessss she's back in her party mode

Me: Jean, if you stop at the liquor store, I’ll pay you in alc LMFAO even though you're our designated driver you can have it for later

Jean: Suree😒

Turning your phone back off, you get back to your studying, smiling to yourself.

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You had finished up your studying for the day and packed up your backpack to leave, but as you're about to leave the library, you bump into Armin. “Oh, sorry, that was my fault” He takes a deep breath in as he speaks, inhaling the scent of your perfume that seemed to disperse off of you, “Its fine Armin, I should be the one saying sorry I was not paying attention at all” you laughed as you spoke taking the time to start a little bit of conversation seeing as he was staring at you and you have mutual friends.

The way his name rolls off your tongue sends shivers down his spine, not to mention your laugh; he knew he was done for when it came to liking you. You were far out of his league, gorgeous, always dressed nice and smelled delicious, you were smart, and people didn’t have anything negative to say about you because they never got the chance too, he didn't understand how someone could be so mesmerizing, he also couldn’t understand how someone like yourself was single, though thankful that you were for his sanity.

“I.. um, yeah, it's okay though really, I should have been paying attention at the very least.” Nervous, scratching the back of his neck as he now avoids all eye contact. Armin was racking his brain for something to say but he couldn’t keep his mind off the way you looked at him, and the way you smelled, it was intoxicating, clouding his brian, which was something kind of rare for his usual levelheadedness, for a split second he maintains eye contact, examining your facial features.

Racking his brain again, he thinks of something... Anything he could say to keep the conversation going, time feels like it's moving in slow motion, and he feels himself getting hot as he begins to speak before he can process what he was about to say. “Hey, so, before you go, Eren wanted me to ask if you were going to that party later tonight.” he mentally face palms at the mention of Eren knowing he himself wanted to know.

He’s looking at your face admiringly, your brown eyes and plump lips adorned in a lip combo he can’t think to describe as anything but delicious, the color you chose for today fitting the vibe of your purple and dark green outfit.

Armin watches as you part your lips to speak, the stickiness of your lip gloss being caught by his sharp eyes. “Mm, yeah, actually, Sasha and Connie spent forever trying to convince me, so I said, why not?” Shrugging your shoulders, you continue, “That’s actually the reason I wasn't paying attention before I bumped into you, cause I was texting those two about it.”

“Oh, ok I’ll let Eren know that then, have a good day” “Mhm… Have a good day Armin” He would combust if he could, your voice was already something but his name on your tongue just felt soo… right and his thoughts were soo ashamedly dirty for this to be a library, for goodness sake, to be standing in front of you thinking the way he had been was shameful.

The effect you had on him should be the next thing he studied because he simply couldn't understand how you take up so much of his thoughts without it being some sort of spell you cast on him.

Armin watched as you walked off, cursing himself once more for saying that Eren was the one who wanted to know if you were going to the party. Slinging his bag back over his shoulders properly, he goes and checks out a book before leaving.

Making his way for his dorm building, he can feel his face getting hot again recalling the interaction between the two of you, his heart skips a beat as his thoughts become filthy again and he shakes his head as if to clear them away, opting for some music to listen to on his walk back to the dorm.

As he connects his headphones and shuffles his playlist, the song

The Party and The After Party by The Weeknd plays, and the lyrics stick out more than they ever have any other time he’s heard the song, thinking to himself how funny life can be as he keeps the song on.

As he continues his walk he considers going to the party knowing Eren would pester him about it anyways he might just agree to go this time, turning a corner he reaches the dorm building parking lot and he’s practically jogging to the dorm now, as he enters the building he’s skipping steps till he reaches the right floor and pulls out his keys opening the door and being met with Eren, Jean and Connie who turn their heads to look at Armin who was out of breath at the door.

“Yooo, Armin, where were you at? Classes ended like 5 hours ago.” Connie practically yells from across the small living room area of the dorm, to which Armin just shrugs. “His ass was probably at the library” Eren says firmly slapping Armin on his back and pushing him into the room and closing the door behind him, immediately Armin knew what Eren was up too before he even spoke.

“Armin, you should come to the party tonight, everyone is gonna be there.”

“Yeah, Armin, you should come… live a little. Plus, we know you're caught up with all your class work because we checked ourselves a minute ago,” Connie exclaims matter-of-factly. “Fine, I’ll go,” he replies with a little too much optimism. “Oh, didn't take much convincing at all, seems like you want to go to this party,” Jean points out.

“Nah, I just don't have a good excuse.” He was nervous once again scratching at the hair on the nape of his neck, not wanting to be read like an open book. “Mhm, sure… Armin,” Eren whispers to him as Armin takes off his backpack and tosses it onto the floor next to his bed. “Yooo, the party starts at 8, I can't give anyone else any rides, I've already got three other people besides Connie that I'm giving rides so y'all gotta figure out Uber's,” Jean yells as Connie sits at the table rolling up a joint while Armin gets ready to shower, seeing as the clock read 6:15.

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You had been back at your dorm for a few hours now, plotting with Mikasa and Sasha on what outfit you should wear, and you needed to reinstall your wig, a blonde and black ombre 20” body wave. “Y'all, should I wear something backless to show off my tattoos? I'm thinking something like super low on my back.” “Yesss, you should the hoes would eat that up and you know they would” Sasha laughs.

Rummaging through your clothes, you find all the backless shirts and dresses you can find. You go through all of them, trying them on and giving the girls a show of each outfit before you finally decide on one.

You decided on a pink leopard print halter top that ties in the back, paired with a almost too short fur trim jean skirt, and some black lace strap platform heels, you put your outfit on the bed and get to installing your wig while Sasha looks for her outfit and Mikasa as always was waiting for you two to finish getting ready.

The time rolled around 8 pm, and you were helping Sasha with her finishing touches on her makeup and helping her pick some last-minute accessories. “Are y'all ready? Jean said he's gonna be here in ten!” Mikasa yells from the living room, “Yeaa just gotta spray my perfume and put my stuff in my purse,” putting your money, ID, joint, lighter, and a small pack of wet wipes in your small pink purse.

“Kay, I’m ready.” You're spraying your perfume as you speak, zipping up your purse before walking out of the room. “Sashaa, ya ready?” “Yaaa comin” Sasha comes out the dorm with a donut in her hand. “Girl, you don’t go noo where without a snack.” You laugh as the three of you head downstairs as Jean calls your phone. “Hey, I’m outside.” “I know, we're on the way out right now.”

Right as you hang up the three of you walk outside, and Connie immediately gets out of the passenger seat to open the doors for y'all. “Ladies first,” He smirks playfully as he gestures for you and Sasha to get in the back seat, Mikasa sitting in the front since she doesn't want to be too involved in the smoking taking place in the back seat.

You get in the car first, and Sasha follows suit, sitting in the middle, and Connie on the outside. “Look what I gott!” You laugh as you take out the pink joint you had rolled earlier in the day and your lighter. “Yessss, bro, I could kiss you right now,” Connie beams as Jean pulls off and you light the joint, taking the first hit.

The car ride was fairly short after the stop at the liquor store, and you, Connie, and Sasha were all fried. Jean parks and Connie once again does his gentlemanly act of opening the doors and helping the three of you out of the car. The music was loud, and people were walking in and out of this massive house.

Walking in, you look around, kind of shocked but glad Connie and Sasha convinced you to come. The music was blasting on surround sound speakers as you walked through the crowd of people with Sasha and Connie, while Jean and Mikasa went wherever.

You, Sasha, and Connie individually had your biggie buzz ball. You had bought everyone one cause they gave you money for them when you were at the liquor store, so you brought 1 inside the party, and Connie brought his inside. The two drinks were intended to be shared with your group of friends.

Connie was texting on his phone as Sasha held onto his arm and yours while you lead the way each of you with your drinks in hand “Eren said theyve been here for a minute and all of them are near the back of the house waiting for us” “Ouuh ok lets go find them then I wanna show them that the queen is here” you laugh and start leading the way towards the back of the house arms linked as they follow behind you like a train.

You see Eren and make a beeline for where he’s standing, nearly dragging Sasha and Connie behind you, but as you reach Eren, you see a head of blonde hair, and your once low eyes widen ever so slightly, Armin. Before you can say anything to Eren or Armin, Sasha has you by your arm trying to pull you towards to dance with her, “Sasha, if you wanna go dance, we should drink our drinks first so they don’t get stolen or something”

As you speak, you open the big buzzball and hand it to Sasha, who gladly pours some in your mouth for you, your hand on her shoulder to squeeze when you need her to stop pouring. She poured a little over a shot into your mouth before you stopped her to swallow.

Throwing your head back again, you have her pour another shot into your mouth before you do the same for her. “Anyone else want a shot while I’m still here pouring them?” Connie is the first to be in front of you for some, kneeling down a bit so you can reach properly. You pour some in his mouth, his hand squeezes your shoulder after more than half a shot is poured into his mouth.

Eren was next, letting you pour the drink in his mouth, he stared you in the eyes while he swallowed, squeezing your shoulder, his touch lingering a second too long for Armin's comfort.

Without a second thought, Armin is standing up, standing in front of you at that, and the first thing he notices is that your heels make you taller than him, as he practically eye fucks you, but before he can think too much on it, he’s opening his mouth, and hesitantly putting his hand on your shoulder.

Between him trying to impress the group and being nervous about the proximity and he kept letting you pour, swallowing down the liquid despite the burn it gave you and the rest of the group were just as shocked as Armin was that he was drinking like this, seemingly his first time drinking and he was still going.

Pulling the bottle away from his mouth, you down some more of it yourself before handing the bottle off to Eren. “Not like you or Connie are necessarily trustworthy with alcohol, but I've got to leave it with someone while Sasha and I go dancing.” Eyeing Armin up and down before you go off with Sasha, who was happy to finally be dancing.

Armin watches as you walk away he can see the tattoos on your arms not to mention your back, it was breath taking and he didnt know if the alcohol had already gotten to him or if he was just hot from how close you were to him, dressed up so stunningly and smelling so good despite the scent of weed on you.

Armin slumped down in his seat and face-palmed as Connie and Eren looked at him appalled, “Sooo what was that about blondey?” Connie questions, an eyebrow raised, Eren wondering the same as they practically corner the blonde, who is still slumped in his seat with his hands covering his flushed face.

“Nothing ju-just don't worry about it, I just wanted to try something new.” “More like get into something new,” Connie yelled with a cackle, nudging Armin as he sat down next to him, Armin giving him the meanest stank eye for saying that, but the red of his face gave him away.

“You want her, don’t you, Armin? I can tell,” Eren says, eyeing Armin. As Eren talks, Jean shows up with Mikasa, who immediately leaves to go with you and Sasha on the dance floor, leaving all the dudes to antagonize Armin about you.

“Who does Armin like?” Jean asks. “Seemingly, he likes (name), you should have seen the way he was acting in front of her, he drank nearly 2 shots of a buzzball, I guess? Trying to impress her?. “Quit it, it's not like that, I told you I just wanted to try something new, and drinking just happened to be the next thing to try.” Armin had his hands over his face as he talked, his face very evidently red. “What's next to try then, hm, (Name) over there?” Connie laughs almost hysterically.

Armin wanted to dig a hole and lie in it, but before anything, he looked over at you on the dance floor. The song playing was The Party and The After Party and it was killing him, seeing you slow dance on Sasha to the song, you were grinding on her and as you and her sang the lyrics to each other, clearly in yalls own world, and he couldn't help but imagine himself in her shoes as you sing the song.

He watches you sing from his seat and puts his hands back over his face. “OOOOH look at that, he definitely likes her, look at how he’s looking at her.” Connie was overly hyped about it, and Jean and Eren had been wondering how they hadn't noticed this before now. “You have to tell her!” Connie was yelling again as he pointed at you.

“I can’t, she’s way out of my league, and you know that, I mean, look at her and look at me, don't get my hopes up,” Armin says, he was disheveled, sulking, but as Armin talks, Jean’s eyes shift to Reiner who has pulled you aside in an attempt to flirt with you, and you, going along with it, as crossfaded as you were, you were able to tell that Reiner was not your type, seemingly the sterotypical jock kind of guy and you were not into that but you played along with it for the fun of it.

You had zoned out while he had been talking. “-Yea, I'm the party host if you didn’t know.” “Oh, really, so this is your house? It's nice. Um, what did you say your name was? I couldn't hear over the music.”

“Name’s Reiner, what’s your name, pretty girl?” “I’m (name), I'm here with some friends.” You smile as you point in the direction of Armin, Sasha, and Connie, who were all back at the spot where they had been sitting. Reiner doesn’t look in their direction, stuck looking at your face.

The way the party lights illuminated your brown skin had him mesmerized, your eyes low, as you stared at him. He couldn't tell if it was the alcohol speaking or the fact that you were just so pretty, but he was kind of nervous, scratching his neck as he spoke.

“Can I get you a drink?” “Oh um not me, but could I get a cold water for my friend? It's his first time drinking, and I think he overdid it.” Armin watched the whole interaction anxiously from his seat. He was hot, not just from the alcohol but from you looking so good, but also because he was jealous. Jealous of Reiner, who was holding your attention, hearing your voice. “Ok, wait here, I'll be back with your water.” Nodding your head, you stand against the wall.

Armin had been unknowingly holding his breath, letting it out when he saw that Reiner was walking away from you. As short a conversation as you and Reiner had. To Armin, it felt like hours that you had been talking to Reiner, and he was feeling the Alcohol coursing through him now, whether he realized it or not.

Getting up from his seat, Armin stalks over to you, almost intimidatingly. Reiner had left to get you that water, and Armin was coming to talk to you.

“Need to talk to you real quick.” His words are urgent and to the point, but before you can process what he said or even answer him, he’s pulling you off somewhere. “Armin? Where are we going? I just had that dude Reiner get you a water.”

Trusting that Armin had good reason to pull you away from the party, you follow him, nearly stumbling. “Armin, what are yo-” You're cut off when Armin’s lips come crashing against yours as if your lips were something he was deprived of, a muffled whine is slipping past your lips, and you can't tell if it's the weed, the alcohol, or Armin that is making your knees go weak, hell it was probably all three.

Armin pulls away for a second to speak, “I need you, I need you so bad, and you, you have no clue.” Before he can say any more, you kiss him again, one hand in his hair, and the other on his shoulder for some sort of stability as you deepen the kiss. Armin didn't know what to do with his hands, but he finally settled them on your hips, thumbing circles into the exposed skin, as he slide his tongue across your lip, making you gasp before pulling away, the two of you breathing heavily. “Y-You have your tongue pierced!?”

Shock and arousal dripping from your voice like sweet honey, it was intoxicating, and it was making Armin hot, making him needy, the alcohol was proving to be very strong in his system, along with the scent of you was not helping with how filthy his mind was at the moment, he was hard, leaking in his boxers. He didn’t process your original question but instead began apologizing.

He was red in the face, as he does, having realized his actions ”I-I’m sorry, I don’t know what took over m-.” “I didn't ask for an apology, Armin. I asked if you had your tongue pierced.” Caught off guard, Armin nods slowly, “Lemme see.” Hesitant but complying, Armin sticks his tongue out to show you the silver ball on his tongue, “Have you… ever, ya’know?” immediately knowing what you meant by that, he shakes his head no. “Yes or No, Armin?” “No, n-never.”

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Note: I was HEAVILY inspired and had to come back to write for Armin again so here’s the 1st part. Part 2 coming soon and will be linked when published. 😌 ❤︎︎

I know it’s been a WHILE but the Francis Mosses fic is practically done I just have to go back over it and edit that will be linked down here when it’s published.

Thanks for reading(¯ ³¯)♡

Feel free to leave feedback its always welcomed(*^‿^*)❤︎︎

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ilovetvgirlmorethanyou · 4 months ago

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PAIRINGS! ✩ — nerd!eren x popular girl!fem!reader

WARNINGS! ✩ — fluff, leg admiration☺️

UNICORN SOCKS

been thinking about nerd!eren and his intrigue with you.

you both have the same intro to psych class even though neither of you are a psych major. he’s usually laser focused in class but when you sit a few chairs away he can’t stop but take a few peeks when you take notes or doodle on the margins of your paper which makes him smile a little.

he’s always known as the future valedictorian and everyone always goes to him for homework or notes or tutoring— except you. he’s very open and kind about giving work to help because he doesn’t really mind but he wished more than anything that for once you’d ask him so he’d have a reason to talk to you.

he’s always been intrigued by you since freshman orientation when he was sitting on your left and glanced at your bracelet which was gleaming in his eye. he took off his glasses and rubbed his eye but then put them back on to look at you and it’s an understatement to say he saw his future life with you flash before his eyes. he gulped nervously and turned towards the front of the large auditorium.

you sensed someone looking at you so you turned your head to your left and saw a very cute looking guy fidgeting his hands on the armrest uncomfortably. he started picking at his collar and you could see beads of sweat on his neck. you raised your eyebrow in confusion and poked him on the shoulder. he flinched and looked your way with a nervous smile.

"hi are you okay? you're sweating like crazy" you say to him looking slightly concerned. he took the collar of his shirt and started wiping away his neck while looking at your bracelet and then back to your eyes.

"yeah its just you know a little hot in here" he replied as he picked at one of his rings on his left hand. you giggled and pulled down your skirt which he glanced at quickly. he started admiring how good your legs looked.

"yeah i admire you wearing a sweater as well as pants, you're a soldier" you whisper as the dean stands on the stage starting the orientation. his gazing is interrupted by you and he laughs quietly as he turns to the front of the stage. throughout the orientation he sneaks little peaks at you (and your legs) and keeps note of you.

after class one day, eren makes a mental promise to himself as he always does to talk to you. and everyday, he breaks that promise and instead of walking up to you, he somehow goes the opposite way. no idea how.

when you leave your class you see your whole friend group waiting outside for you and you eagerly smile and wave at them. mikasa outstretches her hand and you shake your head, knowing what she wants from you.

"give it to me y/n" mikasa says coldly and you hold your bag to your chest in defiance.

"no! you have your own bag to carry i'm not giving you mine" even though you protest she still ends up taking it from you as you grumble. soon your textbooks, bag, and notebooks are all out of your hands and carried by someone in your friend group. a normal thing they liked to do. as you all walked to the dining hall you turn to see eren walking the other way.

"ooh look who's staring again" you feel your face turn red as you flip your head around quickly. you see sasha giggling as annie smirks.

"i'm not staring! i just turned my head to see if i had anything on my...uh...legs!" you reply as you smile widely hoping to fool at least one of them. they all stare at you blankly in response and annie rolls her eyes.

"y/n, not talking to eren is not going to help you at all. why is this so hard for you? you can talk to anyone in the world but eren" you sigh as you realize that annie's right. it just wasn't easy to talk to him. you never forgot him since the freshman orientation. his clumsy words and his fidgeting hands grasped at your heart. you knew that he wasn't mean either and you could start a conversation with him, but you were scared that he would find you to be too much.

after eating, you and your friends go outside to walk to the library. but when you step outside it starts pouring rain and mikasa and annie grab their own umbrellas. you grab your own from your bag that mikasa's still carrying but you see that sasha has none. she has no hood either and her teeth start chattering in the cold.

"sasha you don't have an umbrella?" you ask as you open your umbrella above your head. she shakes her head and tries covering her hair with her arms.

"i left it in connie's dorm last week and i keep forgetting to get it back" she replies. seeing her in pain wasn't something you liked to do and it hurt you more than the rain pouring. you give her your umbrella with a slight smile and she shakes her head profusely. "no no it's fine y/n i promise!" she argues.

you shake your head and hand her it. "i don't need it it's fine. i need to wash my hair anyways. the library's only a 15 minute walk i'll be fine" you smile and she hugs you with glee.

walking there...was not fine. while you study at the library you start sniffling and your dripping hair leaves beads of water trickling down your neck to your back. you leave early to your dorm as you grab your bag from mikasa and give each of your friends a side hug as they continue to study. you leave the umbrella with sasha and tell her to return it back to you tomorrow.

when you finally return back to your dorm, you kick off your shoes quickly and jump under the covers. you don't exactly remember what happened except you do remember waking up and glancing at the clock.

3:00 pm

your eyes widened from fear as you try and look for your phone. you find it on the nightstand and see notifications upon notifiations. you see some from your friends and assignments from canvas that you missed. when you got home it was about 8 pm. you hadn't expected to sleep that long.

you touch your forehead and start to feel heat as your head grows dizzy. you open the drawer below the nightstand and grab your thermometer as you curse under your breath. you check your temp.

102.4 F.

you groan as you try and recall what made you so sick. did you get it from someone? have you been neglecting your body? you slam your face into your pillow as you remember why. that fucking umbrella. giving it to sasha and walking in the rain for more than 30 minutes without many layers would obviously result you in a cold.

you hear a vibration from your phone as it almost falls off the nightstand. you grab it and you sit up in your bed as you gasp, slightly coughing again.

it was eren.

as you giggle and kick your feet (while coughing and sneezing) you open the 3 messages from the unsaved number.

even while sick you started kicking your feet up and down and start doing imaginary twirls in your head as you giggled. you decided to send a text back but still give the impression that you weren't interested, in fear of him not reciprocating the feelings.

you furrowed your eyebrows in confusion as you put your phone down thinking. was eren there? how did he know?

wait.

did this mean that he was stalking you?

and wait.

if he was stalking you.. then doesn't that mean he's completely head over heels in love with you?

no, exactly.

when you were watching an anime waiting for eren to call (subtly, obviously) you hear a knock on the door and you jump from fear. you slowly get up and open the door and widen your eyes at the surprise.

there he is. eren. at. your. door. he starts smiling cheekily as he pushes his glasses up and leans his body on the door frame until he awkwardly stands back up again.

“sorry for the surprise i uh… i asked mikasa where your dorm was so…” he starts laughing nervously but notices how you’re still in shock and turning slightly red. he starts realizing it isn’t normal to pop up at someone’s dorm unannounced and he turns completely red.

“yeah no no it’s no problem at all come in” you invite him in and realize that you’re wearing your teddy bear shorts with unicorn socks and you try bending down a little bit so he wouldn’t notice the socks.

too late.

he smiles as he looks down and sits down on your bed. “i like the footwear”

you scratch your neck nervously as you sit down next to him and cross your legs on the bed. “i didn’t know you were coming sorry…”

he shakes his head quickly and pulls out the notebooks and tons of paper. “no no i like this.. it’s very… you” he smiles your way as he hands you a paper. “time to get to work no dilly dallying”

you groan in annoyance as you skim through the work. “and here i thought we were just gonna be dilly dallying” you mumble and he snickers as he hands you a pack of chocolate and places it in your lap.

“here’s some chocolate for your sickness” you widen your eyes as you smile widely. it was your favorite chocolate of all time.

“i love these… how did you know?” you ask as you open the bag.

he shrugs and gets out two pencils. “i know a lot more about you than you think”

you smile slightly as you look down on the paper hiding your enjoyment. guess he did notice you after all.

a/n: sorry for the abrupt end guys 💔💔 if u do want a pt 2 lmkkk

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plussizeficchick · 2 years ago

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The Weekend | Eren x Chubby!Reader

Summary; Eren and Mikasa have been “dating” and while reader originally had no interest in him, the way Mikasa’s been acting sure does make him look more appealing ;)

Warnings; Smut, “cheating”(they’re not explicitly boyfriend and girlfriend), College AU! P in V, cunnilingus, cum eating, slight breeding kink, Mikasa and Historia are pick me’s and terrible friends lol. Loosely based on the song by SZA(might make a part 2 idkk, not proofread) PART 2

It was a bit difficult making friends at your University. For the most part, everyone had their set friend group so you knew it wouldn’t be easy finding people to hang out with during this new semester.

That’s why you were glad to meet Mikasa and Historia.

They were both in your Sociology class at Eldia University and they were having a bit of trouble when you offered help. They were nice, though they could be a bit catty. They introduced you to their other friends so you thought they were nice enough, but you noticed a change when they were around the guys.

They would make offhand comments about your figure, your outfits, sometimes your attitude. It was off putting, to put it lightly. So, you’re thicker than the two of them, so what? It shouldn’t affect them. And while they may be comfortable suffering in silence, you were definitely going to speak up when you felt like it.

You were certain it was jealousy. The way they spluttered when you asked them to elaborate, the way they flustered when you mentioned that maybe they just couldn’t pull off plus-sized the way you could, had you feeling vindicated. And the way the boys always seemed to laugh at your jokes had them blatantly envious.

It was a bit pathetic to witness sometimes, the way guys would defend you from their “playful jabs” had thinly veiled sneers etching onto their faces.

— —

It was clear to everyone Mikasa had a thing for Eren and while you thought he was attractive, you could see him being more suited for her. And if the way he casually draped his arm around her shoulder meant anything, you’d say he thought the same. You were sure that she was his type, so she didn’t have anything to worry about.

That’s why it was such a shock when Historia told you she’d slept with him.

“I mean, if he really wanted her, they’d be together already, y’know.” She casually dropped the bomb when it was just the two of you. She was so blasé about it, applying her lipgloss as she made you promise not to say anything, throwing in a thinly veiled threat, “I mean, it’s not like anyone would believe you anyway. Plus, you don’t want to be by yourself, right?”

It wasn’t so much the threat that made you keep your mouth closed, honestly, you had more morals than that, it was more so Mikasa’s attitude toward the hypothetical.

Throughout your entire “friendship” with the two girls, they’d always seen you as a non-factor. When you’d go to parties, they’d flirt with whomever showed even the slightest bit of interest in you and whenever you’d bring it up, they’d just gaslight you. “If he was really interested, then he wouldn’t have gotten distracted, would he?” And for the longest time, you had explained away their behavior because, yeah, you don’t want a guy that’ll easily stray, but, fuck. If it didn’t piss you off.

You’d originally wanted to tell her in a roundabout way, asking how she would feel if one of her friends were interested in Eren. Her answer, however, caused an unfamiliar feeling in your stomach. “Like who? Historia doesn’t see him like that and no offense, but you know Eren wouldn’t like someone like you.” That got you to thinking.

They think I’m a joke.

You wanted to tell Mikasa. You wanted to tell her when she spent nights crying to you and Historia about how Eren doesn’t open up to her anymore, how she felt he was slipping away.

You wanted to tell her what Eren really thought of her. The way he spent some nights ranting about how he felt obligated to date her, that sometimes he thinks of her as a fucking nuisance, like a snake that keeps coiling around his neck, suffocating. The times he’d wished she’d just take a fucking hint and get that he didn’t see a future with her.

You wanted to tell her about all the times Eren flirted with you, told you not to listen to any of her comments because, yeah, she could never pull off looking as good as you do. The times when he’d purposefully walk behind you, gripping at your soft waist and brushing his clothed cock against your ass, making sure you can really feel the length of him.

You wanted to tell her that even though she might be “dating” him, he was always coming back to your dorm late at night, hiking up his shirt around your waist and pressing his face into your chubby pussy, tonguing at your walls and pulling wave after wave of pleasure from you. That even though Historia may have had him that one time, he’s with you damn near every weekend, playing house.

— —

You’re on all fours, your back arched perfectly to make the glide of Eren’s cock in your sopping cunt that much easier. “Fuck, baby. You’re g’nna make me cum.” He grits out, teeth clenched. You’re squeezing him like a vice, your pussy creaming around his dick so deliciously he can taste the orgasm on his tongue.

He’ll never get tired of this, he’ll never get over how perfect your pussy molds for his cock, the velvety feeling of your cunt clenching around him. He’s panting, sweat dripping from his forehead before landing on the deep arch in your back, trickling down. Fuck, he just wants to devour you all over again.

“‘Ren, g’nna cum.” You moan for him, fuck, your voice is so fucking cute, the way your voice gets all high and whiny, has his cock throbbing inside you. “Cum f’me, pretty. Make a mess f’me.” He groans out.

It’s embarrassing, the way your pussy squelches as he fucks into you. He fashions your hair into a makeshift ponytail before pulling, bringing your back flush against his chest. His hands are everywhere, groping and pawing at your soft flesh.

He picks up the tempo of his thrusts, cock slamming into your warm, gushy center. He’s whining in your ear about how good you feel, how perfect you are for him, but it’s not until you hear him mumble about fucking a baby into you that you cum around his cock for the nth time that day. Your orgasm triggers his and before long his cock is pulsing as he fills you full of him.

You’re both panting as you slowly come down from your highs, Eren slowly removing his cock from your abused cunt and the sight of your poor battered pussy has Eren feeling a bit.. peckish.

You’re too busy catching your breath to notice Eren kissing along your spent body, only letting out a surprised yelp when you feel his hands spreading your cheeks and licking a bold stripe up your center.

You gasp as he eats you out like a man starved, slurping up your combined essence before sucking on your clit. His hands grope the flesh of your ass, occasionally leaving a bruising spank to each side.

He’s practically making out your cunt, tonguing at the soft flesh and pressing wet kisses to your clit before lapping at the bundle of nerves.

It doesn’t take long before another orgasm washes over you, soaking Eren’s face in your arousal. When he finally comes up for air, he’s pulling you into a wet kiss, the taste of you dancing on his tongue.

He pulls back slightly, pressing a quick peck to your cheek before getting up, moving to get the necessary items for aftercare. He cleans you up, dresses you in one of his favorite shirts and slides on a pair of boxers for himself before sidling next to you. He pulls you flush against his chest, pressing sweet kisses to your forehead as he traces shapes down your back.

This is why you always feel slightly bad for Mikasa. You know she craves for this level of intimacy with Eren and you know that her heart will break when he breaks the news of your relationship to her on Monday.

*sigh* If only she didn’t feel like a 9-5.

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