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Broken

Pairing: Sub!Armin x Dom! Fem! Reader

Genre: Filthy Smut

Warnings: edging, blue balling, ruined orgasms, degrading, lingerie, slapping, gagging, face sitting, mentions of masturbation, subspace, crying, p in v sex, pure nastiness

How long does it take to completely break him?

To make him hit rock bottom, completely at your mercy, no thoughts of anything but you, and your touch, and your taunting dulcet voice.

That’s what you’re on a mission to discover, and it all begins with you waltzing into your shared bedroom in absolutely nothing but a satin robe and lacey lingerie.

Sweet Armin; sweet well mannered, blameless Armin, he sits cozied up in his sweater, with his perfect little nose buried in a hardback novel. He feels your presence entering the room before he sees you, but when he does see you, he gazes. His mouth falls open, and he gasps a tiny gasp. His ears turn scarlet and he blushes deep, from cheeks to chest.

“What are you- what is this?” He whispers quietly “What are you going to do?”

You stay silent, taking notice of how he drinks you in, his head tilted to the side as his wide blue eyes scan every inch of your body. His book is forgotten now, he snaps it shut and tosses it beside him.

“What should i do?” He asks, ready and willing, and eager.

“Lie down. Don’t touch me, don’t shut your eyes, don’t speak unless i say. Understood?”

His mouth shuts immediately, and he nods with aggression, allowing his back to hit the pillows. You climb on top of his slender body, pressing your clothed center directly against his growing hard on. He squirms.

When you kiss him, you kiss him hard, passionately, hungrily like some kind of wild animal, and he feels weak and helpless. Armin adores that feeling, he longs for it, he wants it more than anything, so he lets it consume him. You grip his jaw and fix his head in place, his eyes on your own as you growl

“Mouth open, tongue out.”

He obeys through smooshed cheeks, extending his tongue. You press two fingers against it, and whisper

“Suck.”

Armin blinks his watery eyes and closes his lips around your fingers, and you begin to grind against him fervently. A whimper dies in the back of his throat as you push your fingers back further catching his tongue between them. He gags, a string of drool dripping from his wet mouth and down your hand.

He keeps blinking, slowly, his eyes are heavy and he’s fighting to keep them open like you told him to. You run your other hand down his chest, lifting your lower body a bit to unzip his pants and shove them down enough to pull him out of them. Sliding your panties to the side, you guide him into you and he moans, jaw relaxing and eyes finally squeezing shut. Before he can think, the back of his head hits the headboard and your hand is around his neck.

“What did i tell you? Tsk, already disobeying.”

“M’sorry, sorry…fuck”

You slap him once.

“Keep your mouth shut.” You snap

“Oh my god, do that again!” He wails.

You hit him a second time and he throbs.

“Ah, ‘m gonna cum!” He cries

Your palm meets his cheek a third time and he’s trembling all over, his hips are rising to meet your thrusts and his head falls back as he pants. But you don’t let him cum. In fact, you lift yourself up and off of him, tying your robe shut and sauntering off into the bathroom. Armin sobs.

…

That was only day one. The following evening you repeat the same process, working him up, getting him right on the edge and then walking away. You continue this, watching him grow more and more defeated and distraught as the days pass. He thinks it must be temporary; he hopes it’s temporary. You’re just having your fun and you’ll let him cum eventually. But that day doesn’t come, and a week comes and goes.

By week two, Armin is becoming increasingly desperate. When you approach him with that look in your eyes, his stomach sinks, but he’s hard as stone in seconds. He leaks like a broken faucet from a simple brush of your fingertips against his lower stomach, he’s so sensitive, even close proximity makes his brain short circuit. You wake him up and serve him breakfast and morning blow jobs with zero release, and at night time you edge him mercilessly until he’s sobbing into your chest. He’s tired, pent up, and he’s fantasizing about cumming constantly.

He’s begging by Friday, chasing your lips when you kiss him.

“I’ll do anything. Please, just one time?”

“Use me, hurt me, break me please, whatever you want!”

“Please please please just make me cum. Please don’t stop this time, I’m begging you, have mercy”

By week three, he’s no longer capable of functioning around you. He can’t make eye contact, he can’t focus long enough to form sentences. He thanks you when you edge him.

“Thank you for keeping me desperate, thank you for hurting me, thank you…hnn”

He’s gone, rutting into the mattress at night and whimpering lewdly like he’s dreaming of fucking you. And he probably is.

But when he hits week four, he can’t sleep at all. He’s there; rock bottom, completely broken. He cries when you touch him, cries when you ride his face and don’t allow him to touch himself.

You ask with a sick sweetness in your voice “Do you even remember what it feels like to cum, sweetheart?”

“No, but i’d wait forever for you.”

“Do you even know how long it’s been?”

“Twenty-nine days and 6 hours.” He whispers desperately.

“Wow,” you mock “keeping count?”

He nods, his eyes glazed and empty.

“I’m yours.”

And finally, when you decide to touch him just enough, with soft strokes, gentle kisses and nasty whispers.

“That’s it baby, just like that, give it to mommy.”

He starts to cry, because it’s finally happening. He’s about to cum, he’s right there and he tumbles over just slightly, and you don’t let it finish. You edge him to the breaking point, then ease off, watching his body shudder as it spills; barely. No pleasure, just aching, scorching, agonizing pressure.

No satisfaction, no relief. He pants, staring at you with wet eyes.

“That wasn’t… that wasn’t real!”

“No, baby. That was mine. Not yours.” You whisper with a gentle kiss.

He’s devastated.

“I still need you, i can’t-“

You do it again, and again. And each time, he thinks this will be the one, but each time, you take it away at the very last second, letting his body shake and writhe.

He stops asking after the third time. His words fade into soft sobs and broken moans. Armin doesn’t even want to cum anymore, he just wants you.

…

He doesn’t ask anymore, he prays to a god he’s never believed in. He’s been ruined so many times his body’s trained to tremble at the sound of your voice, his cock is sensitive beyond what he ever imagined was possible. You’ve conditioned him to ache just from hope. But the night comes when you crawl into bed and whisper

“Tonight, I’m going to let you come.”

He stares at you like you’re that God.

You straddle him, slowly peeling off his clothes and cupping his flushed cheeks.

“You’ve been so good for me baby” you whisper.

“I’d wait longer if you asked me to.”

“I know~”

You don’t waste a minute teasing him, not this time. You devour him, kissing him everywhere; his jaw, his chest, his trembling thighs. You slip him inside of you and ride, deep and intimate, covering him in your praise. Armin feels like he has died, he’s all but floating and he’s struggling to ground himself now. Tears flow freely down his cheeks as he moans softly, reaching out for you and holding on for dear life. His eyes are hazy, focusing and unfocusing, he feels like he might pass out as he feels it building up inside his lower belly. It’s the kind of build up that lingers, it’s slow and intense and it’s so good that it’s terrifying. He feels fear rising up in him as he gets closer and closer to the edge and when the coil snaps, he feels like he’s falling apart.

Armin cums so hard, and for so long, that his ears are ringing and it leaks, it drips out of you from where the two of you are connected. He’s wailing, hot tears pouring down his cheeks and his body feels hot all over. He’s like a raw nerve, vibrating and shaking and tingling all over. You slow down, and stop, kissing the salty tears from off his face, and he pants against your neck, his grip on your body staying firm.

“Thank you, thank you, i love you, I’m yours, all yours” he whispers, through labored breathing. He’s there, right where you wanted him from the beginning. Thankful, obedient, broken.

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AoT Characters as quotes my friends have said out of context pt.2

“It’s Mollywhop Monday.” -Eren Yeager

“Man i wish my pants were bluetooth.” - Connie Springer

“I’m scared he’s gonna go shit outside.” - Levi Ackerman

“It’s hump day, everyone go grab your camels!” - Erwin Smith

“I like getting my hair spanked.” - Armin Arlert

“Wow! He’s going to pound town on that damn green bean!” - Hange Zoe

“I’m fucking Striping this shit up like Picasso.” - Jean Kirstein

“Bring me my vape before i throw myself in the garbage.” -Ymir

“That trash can banana bread was gas.” -Sasha Braus

“Let’s make a movie, I have barbecue sauce and a few acres of land.” - Hange Zoe

“Plan A is college, Plan B is an expensive contraceptive.” - Armin Arlert

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⚠️ Nsfw Warning ⚠️ Sub! Top! Armin Arlert x Fem!Reader

It’s storming right now and i’m thinking about slow, sleepy sex with Armin. Deep strokes in the latest hours of the night, sloppy kissing, teeth clashing together, nothing but the sounds of smacking lips, the slick wetness between your legs and his soft whimpering and little breaths between kisses. You can feel him pulsing inside you when he pauses to stop himself from cumming too quickly, watch his pretty eyes flutter open when you grab a fistful of his hair and pull him back to get a good look at his flushed face.

Armin nearly loses his mind when you kiss down his neck, nipping at his collar bone, dragging your nails down his back and stopping to pull him closer; guiding him to keep moving with your hands on his hips. You can tell he’s so close, just a stone’s throw away from tumbling over the edge.

He’s trembling and his hips are stuttering, eyes are glazed and hazy. You assure him that he is free to let himself go, and when he does; moaning and panting against your ear as his body tenses up and the tension snaps, you push him over and roll on top.

It’s your turn to reach your release, and you’re getting off on the sight of Armin writhing beneath you, an overstimulated mess. His eyes are brimming with tears, his jaw is tense and his little cries of “ngh..ngh..fuck..ah!” are driving you mad. He holds out because your pleasure is his greatest priority, but his tight grip on the sheets beneath him are a testament to his struggling.

He breathes a deep sigh of relief when he feels your cunt spasm around him, and as he opens his eyes to look at you, he’s awestruck at the sight of what he could only describe as divinity in mortal form. Hunched over, mouth agape as you breathe through your orgasm. Your body, your skin, the vulnerability in the moment as light of dawn breaks through your window.

He’s so enamored it’s pathetic, but he smiles, mouth still slightly agape as he catches his breath, and he stares until you meet his eyes and smile back at him, giggling softly.

“I love you.” he whispers, pulling you down to him.

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Greetings!! I saw ur status that ur taking requests? Sooo may I please request nerd!armin 🙏🏻🙏🏻 I'm up for anything even if it's sfw or nsfw tbh I just wanna read something u wrote.<3 I don't really know how to ask for a request cuzz this is my first time.

Thank you ♡

You got it! I can most certainly do that! Thanks for the request ❤️❤️🫶

Nerd!Armin HCs (sfw/nsfw)

Includes: nerd!Armin x Fem!reader

Warnings: sub!armin, panty stealing, vocal sex, oral, fem!bodied reader, perv armin, sexting, smut, subtle manipulation, jealousy, breeding kink, subtle mommy kink, use of ma’am and other titles

Nerd!Armin, my love, my favorite loser 😔🫶 Eren’s childhood best friend and newest addition to your friend group. He is shy and sweet, with his lil graphic tees and flannel shirts, thick glasses low on the bridge of that perfect button nose

He looks at you like you’re the most angelic being he’s ever laid eyes on, you look at him like he’s the cutest little dork you’ve ever seen. He doesn’t know that though.

You caught on pretty quickly. He catches sight of you when he walks in and panics, fluffing his hair, checking his reflection in his phone camera, getting himself in order just to get nervous and quiet every time you say something to him.

The first time you talk it’s about a shirt he’s wearing, his favorite Anime, and crazy coincidence-you happen to have seen it. He doesn’t think you could get any more perfect.

Armin walks away from that conversation all giggly and star struck, and that’s when his two best friends realize what’s going on. They devise a plan to hook you two up and, surprise! It works!

Mikasa is happy that Armin is happy, Eren is happy that his best friend is no longer a virgin, it’s a win for everyone!

When the two of you hang out, it’s usually at home. Armin prefers your house over his, your bed is more comfortable, your tv is bigger and your snacks are better, or so he says.

Really, he’s just not prepared to have to explain thousands of dollars worth of figurines and posters and other strange paraphernalia. He wishes you could see his PC set up though, because he really likes yours.

Most of the time, date nights involve gaming and movies and anime. Occasionally you’ll go grab dinner or walk around the mall together. Armin spends ungodly amounts of money on limited edition things and you scold him for being an irresponsible spender.

Mans is way smarter than all of us though, so he knows how to budget and cut unnecessary costs to afford all the other unnecessary costs

He likes discussing video game lore, and gets extremely passionate about it. Loves conspiracy and discussing hidden meanings and implications in movies and shows and music

Like I have said in some of my other Armin hcs, he LOVES pda, in part because he just always wants to be touching you, and also because he likes having you on his arm. He never imagined he’d be with someone like you, let alone anyone at all, so he gets cocky about it.

Armin gets jealous at the drop of a hat and he’s dramatic asf. If you talk to the pizza delivery guy for too long he’ll pout and whine that you must find him more attractive.

He loves wearing your clothes, sharing clothes, etc. if you have oversized t shirts he will wear the fuck out of them, and they will go missing.

Reeeeally likes to make out, like it’s ridiculous. He’ll take hours out of his day just to lay there with you and kiss you lazily, sloppily, licking into your mouth and sucking on your lower lip and tongue.

Which brings me to nsfw 😍🌶️

This man is LOUDDD

Like obnoxiously loud

He whines and whimpers and moans, you cannot have sex with him when there are people around unless you wanna have to hear complaints about it later

Steals both T shirts AND panties, one to wear, the other to jerk off with

You know, and he knows you know. Eventually you’ll just start giving them to him willingly so he stops taking your good ones.

He loves eating 🐱 more than he loves getting head. He thinks about it constantly, remembering your smell, your taste, the way you squirm. Begs you to sit on his face every time you fuck.

Armin is insatiable. His sex drive is higher than anyone you’ve ever met, and you’ll go at it a few times just in one night.

Pretttyyyyy bedroom eyes. They get so lust blown and hazy, half lidded and his lashes are so long and delicate.

He doesn’t like to be on top because his arms and legs give out easily when it feels really good. He’s so sensitive it makes his body weak and trembly.

If he is ever on top he just lays down on you, grinding his dick into you slow and deep. Drools on your chest.

He says he doesn’t care, but he’s a total boob guy. He could bury his face in your tits and suffocate willingly and with pleasure.

When he cums, it gets all over the place. His brain floats off somewhere during sex and he doesn’t pay attention. Messy guy.

Lowkey has a breeding kink, and whines that he wants to make a baby. Afterwards he’s like “nah it was just heat of the moment….unless you want to 👀

Mommy kink, but he’s embarrassed about it, so he’ll only let it slip if you initiate that one. Calls you ma’am instead and it sounds adorable coming from him.

Big into humiliation, and he will cry when you’re mean to him but he always cums so much harder when you get him like that.

He lives for sexting, he gets really detailed and dirty behind the screen but all shy about it in person when you talk about the things he said.

Send you videos of him jerking off if you want him to, and he wants you to want him to so he’ll try and subtly get you to ask for them.

Total desperate submissive loser honestly, and it’s super cute! 🫶

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I just checked your blog and like actually screamed because your back, girl I have been WAITING !! 🙏🙏

You literally have no idea how much that means to me ilysm 😭❤️❤️❤️

Like I kinda lost motivation there for a while because my blog wasn’t getting much interaction and requests weren’t coming in like…at all, so I was like ehhhh maybe this whole thing was a huge flop, BUT I’m overjoyed to hear that you like my stuff 😭🫶🫶🫶

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Pervert!Armin HCs

Includes: Sub!Armin x Fem!Reader

Warnings: masturbation, objectification, perv armin, gaslighting, fantasizing, oral(fem!recieving), face sitting, praise, humiliation, exhibitionism, virgin!armin, begging, manipulation

When you first meet Armin, it’s easy to be enchanted by his big blue puppy eyes, his cherub cheeks, that little button nose. He looks like the epitome of innocence, but do not be fooled.

You’ll begin to notice how his those same sparkly baby blues tend to sneak glances at any part of you that might be exposed; shoulders, breasts, stomach, legs.

If you attempt to draw attention to his sneaky peeks at your body, he’ll blush and sputter and deny it, and you can’t seem to tell if he’s actually embarrassed, or just gaslighting you.

Make no mistake, Armin is a sweetheart. He’d never want to come across to you as perverted- even if deep down, he knows that’s exactly what he is.

But when he’s at home, locked away in his bedroom all alone, only the filthiest thoughts cross his mind. It starts with remembering how you smiled at him today, how it made him feel when you locked your eyes on his, how you told him he’s funny- no one ever thinks Armin is funny.

And then, the way your tits bounced when you laughed, the way the pendant on your necklace sits so snug between them. How you were wearing a fitted T shirt today, and they looked so round and soft. Your hips, the way your thighs spread when you sit down. Ugh…

He wants you to sit on his face and crush his head between those thighs, he wants to feel them tremble under his palms when he makes you cum.

He wants to watch your eyes roll back while you ride his dick, tits bouncing in his face when you’re telling him he’s such a gooood boy. He shivers at the thought

Your voice, calling him a good boy, calling him names. Even if they’re not so nice.

He’d even be your little bitch if you wanted, your filthy, disgusting, dirty little bitch. The thought of it makes it difficult not to stroke his cock. He’s aching for it.

He thinks, you’d be impressed by how much he knows for a virgin, how skilled he is at pleasing you. You’d probably figure out pretty quickly how desperate he’s been to fuck. He just has to know what it feels like.

He thinks about how humiliating it would be for you to see him like this, he considers lending you something and “forgetting” to take it back, leaving his door unlocked so you’d walk in on him.

He moans out loud at the thought, maybe you’d be so turned on you’d offer to help him out. He just needs you on top of him, touching him, kissing him, fucking him…

He’s going to have to figure something out, he can’t keep running home and beating his dick every time you talk to him, he thinks it may fall off at this rate. Pure desperation, he thinks, and it’s pathetic, but what if you like him that way?

All he knows is, one way or another, he needs to come up with something. He likes you a lot and he’s pretty sure you like him back, but there’s gotta be a way to get you like this. He’d get on his knees and beg if he wasn’t worried it would be off putting.

He’d do anything at this rate, anything, just to be so lucky to touch your skin.

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“Fxcking Crazy”

Includes: slightly sub!Eren x GN! Reader

Synopsis: Eren gets some good head on a camping trip one morning while his friends are asleep within feet of him.

Warnings: oral (m!recieving), exhibitionism, risk taking, reader is completely feral, morning sex, slight dubcon

For as long as you could remember, summer had always been your favorite season. In your younger years, you’d had a few months off of school to look forward to. As you got older, and thus, more free to do and go wherever you please, a few months off of school became long road trips, vacations, bonfires on the beach, camping, skinny dipping in lakes under the stars at 3 AM. You loved the stench of weed and bug spray, the tacky feeling of sunscreen and sweat melting over your skin, especially when your skin was pressed against his.

After Highschool was over, you and your group traveled frequently- together, one on one, with whom never really mattered much, but among all of the adventures, your favorites were always the camping trips. The lot of you would travel up into the mountains, cramp yourselves together in shared tents, around a campfire, jean would bring his guitar. There would be booze, and weed, and so many hotdogs. You and your group of friends would scour the riverbanks for geodes, while the other boys would swing from trees and hurt themselves, as they typically did.

And by morning, when the sun was peaking through the cracks of the tent, you’d wake up snuggled in sweaty clothes and lightweight blankets with your favorite green eyed boy, Eren Yeager. This morning was no exception, but, this morning it was Eren who’d woken you up- softly grinding his morning wood against your ass from behind.

You weren’t sure if he was even awake himself, or if he was only seeking pleasure in the haze of sleep, but you simply couldn’t help yourself from softly arching your back and pressing yourself into him teasingly. Eren grunted softly against your ear, his grip on the fabric of your sleep shorts tightening.

The air smelled soft and dewy, and the morning birds chirped loudly from high up in the trees. The sun had only just begun peeking over the horizon, so you were sure that none of your other friends were awake yet. But even still, the risk felt thrilling. Your camping tent was smack between Jean and Mikasa’s, and Armin and Annie’s. If either of them were awake they were bound to hear.

“Eren, baby, wake up.” You whisper to him, feeling him pulse against your backside at the sound of your voice. He stirs, gripping your waist tighter and softly rolling his hips forward once again. Your eyes roam over the tanned skin of his forearms wrapped around your middle, and you trace a finger over the thick veins and muscle there. Raising your arm up behind your head, you tangle your hands in his hair and tug softly, chiding at him once again.

“Eren~”

Dark lashes part, framing those piercing forest eyes peering sleepily back at you. He whimpers softly and you chuckle to yourself at the thought- fully awake, he’d deny having made such sounds, sputtering and brushing you off defensively. So easily embarrassed, disguising it behind his aloof, tough guy facade. Eren blinks slowly, gaining his grip on reality for a moment as he comes to consciousness for the morning. You roll from one side to the other, chest now pressed to his own warm body.

“Morning sleepy, it’s early, sorry for waking you.” You whisper, brushing his hair back and dragging your fingertips down the sharpness of his cheekbone. His face is tanned and freckled from exposure to the sun’s rays over the past few days and it makes you feel a bit feral- if you’re honest.

“Then why did you?” He whispers back, voice cracking slightly. His eyes flutter shut as he leans into your touch. You grin.

Right now, you feel mischievous. Perhaps it’s the thrill of the compromising position, so close to your sleeping, unaware friends, with his hard on pressing into your lower belly. Perhaps it’s the forest’s sounds stirring some sort of primal instinct in you, the heat of the morning, the rushing of a nearby river. Or maybe you’re just incredibly horny. Who cares.

“You tell me. You’re the one grinding up on my ass.” You tease. His thick brows draw together in confusion, eyes suddenly wide.

“Huh?”

“Don’t act like whatever dream you were having wasn’t delicious. You’re still hard, see?” You reach between your bellies and dip your fingers below the waistband of his boxers, sliding your palm over his scalding length. Eren’s breath catches in his throat, lips parting- but certainly not in protest.

“Fuck, what-?” He exhales softly. “Ok, ok…yeah”

The man rolls onto his back, smiling lazily as you palm him.

“You’re insane” he mutters, grinning at you, but the subtle glint in his tired eyes says he’s into it. So into it.

“Don’t you love it though?” You whisper, removing your hand and tossing your leg over his hips. You smoosh your lips against his heatedly, kissing his mouth like you’re starved, and Eren groans softly into it, tangling his hands into your hair as he slips you his tongue sloppily. You don’t deny him. How could you?

You allow the brunette a few more good, hasty kisses before you’re latching your lips to his neck, tasting the salt on his skin, inhaling his scent like it’s a drug- and it may as well be. His breathing is deep and ragged as you’re lavishing his chest and stomach with your wet, tantalizing kisses. He feels your tongue on his lower belly and just as suddenly, his hips are rolling up in desperation.

“Get on with it…please?” He grunts, gazing down at you with those eyes. Those eyes that make you feel insane. You sink your teeth into the fabric of his boxers, dragging them down his toned legs.

“…fuck” he whispers, wedging his knuckles between his teeth to keep himself quiet. He watches as you sink your mouth down on his throbbing length, slowly, slowly, he’s so hard it hurts and you’re staring at him like you’re ready to devour him. His hips buck up ever so slightly and in a split second your hands are holding him down to the ground, unable to move. His head falls back in the haze of pleasure, legs spreading wider as you slurp around his cock.

You hum softly, as if the taste of his skin delights you, eyes closing as you stuff your mouth full of him. You’re a freak, he thinks, and he fucking loves it. Raising himself up on his forearms, he grunts softly, jaw lax as he watches you in awe.

“Fuck, i love you…I’m not gonna last.”

He’s sweating- you both are, temperatures rising just as the sun rises in the sky, casting a soft red glow on your bodies as light filters through the tent’s fabric. In the neighboring tent, the sound of rustling sleeping bags catches your attention. The sounds of your friends slowly waking. The two of you lock eyes and you know he heard it to, his lips form a tight line and he lets his back fall to the ground, slapping his hand over his mouth as you speed up your pace.

You can feel his body tensing up beneath your palms as his orgasm rapidly approaches, his eyes cross and his nostrils flare wildly as he tries to steady his breathing. And just as quickly, his breathing stops. If he didn’t know any better he’d believe his heart had too, as he cums and the waves of his climax crash over him- he could drown in it and he’d gladly do so. It fills your mouth and you swallow- and swallow again, pulling yourself up and off of him as quietly as possible to keep your friends unsuspecting. Eren catches his breath, grinning lazily up at you and his chest heaves rapidly. You wipe your mouth with your forearm.

“What?” You quarry, brows furrowed.

“You’re fucking crazy.” He laughs, grabbing your waist and pulling you against him, kissing your sweaty head. “Fucking crazy.”

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AoT men and the ways they piss you off

Contains: Eren, Jean, Armin, Connie, Levi, Erwin

Synopsis: The little things the boys do that really get you fired up for no reason

Warnings: None

Eren Jeager gets in fights over you literally every week. This man hates to hear a negative comment leave anyone’s mouth if you’re involved. You have to remind him that he can’t let things bother him so much, especially if it never really even bothered you. Words are just words, and it’s exhausting to have to jump in and pull him off of people every time things get a little heated.

Jean Kirstein is always worried about what his friends think. The type to avoid going to places or events where he might get fun of for being seen attending. Struggles with the urge to cancel plans, and instead go do whatever his buddies are asking him to do. He won’t, but you can still tell that he wants to, and it will feel like he thinks you’re tying him down. Doesn’t understand why you would rather go to dinner than hang out at Connie’s apartment playing video games.

Armin Arlert corrects your grammar, pronunciation and spelling constantly out of sheer habit- because it almost makes him viscerally uncomfortable not to. He is brilliant, and doesn’t always understand how condescending that can feel. He doesn’t think you’re stupid, but he feels terrible for making you feel like he does. It’s always the “you said __ but are you sure you didn’t mean to say __?”

Connie Springer takes absolutely nothing seriously. Important conversations are hard, he avoids vulnerability with humor and diffuses conflict by cracking jokes. In the beginning, it might have worked quite well, but after some time it can be tricky because no problems can really be solved that way. He feels immensely guilty when you get upset about it because he’s done it for so long that breaking down that wall makes him feel uncomfortable and exposed, no matter how bad he wants to work things out.

Levi Ackerman is way too nonchalant. The kind of man who won’t give you a straight answer about anything you ask him because he doesn’t value his own opinions. He doesn’t know what he wants for dinner, it’s whatever you want. He won’t tell you if he likes your outfit because why do you care what he thinks if it’s what you wanted to wear? Levi is passive to a fault when it comes to you, he trusts your judgment, and he’ll step in if you need help but don’t ask this man what he thinks about anything.

Erwin Smith questions your maturity. Not really, but he might make you feel as though he does. He asks you questions like “is that really the smartest way to handle this?” Or “Are you sure you’re thinking this all the way through”. He’s just trying to help, but it can feel pretty condescending and gets exhausting very quickly. You’ll have to remind him sometimes that before him, you lived your life independently, and you’re still capable of handling situations that life throws your way without having him there to micromanage your solutions.

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Hi! Can I ask what exactly is omirashi (not sure if it's written that way) ? Is it like a character being desperate to relieve themselves and then accidentaly doing it (peeing themselves) ???

Thank you, I'm intrigued!

“Omorashi is a form of fetish subculture first categorized and predominately recognized in Japan, in which a person experiences arousal from the idea or feeling of having a full bladder and potentially wetting themselves, or from witnessing another person in that situation.”

Source: Wikipedia

So…i guess, sort of!

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You nail Armin every time. I don’t know how you do it but PLEASE KEEP DOING IT. 🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷

Thank you sm!!!💕💕💕 I will do my best!! I’ve taken a major Hiatus these last few months as I’m nearing the end of my pregnancy, in the next few weeks I’ll have my lil baby 🥹 but I’m gonna do my best to get back into the swing of things here soon.

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I hope you’re doing well!

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Sub!armin x reader collegeau

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Tags: Sub!Armin x Fem!Reader, college!au, modern!au, nsfw, mdni, virgin!armin, overstimulation, light choking, vaginal sex, face riding, a small side of eremika,

Synopsis: Virgin!Armin doesn’t know how to get his dick wet :)

An: I’d love to start writing more for AOT if anyone else has any reqs they wanna see me flesh out <3 I don’t write sub men that often, so I hope this was satisfactory. Also, can we be so fr rn? Men who are nerdy and have nerdy interests are sooooo 🤭

"So, as I was saying. The artic also produces icebergs, so hypothetically speaking, if we could cut down on pollution and light pollution, we could have a slim shot of repairing-"

"Armin, I am begging you. Please shut the fuck up and eat your food." Eren annoyingly snaps at him while rolling his eyes. He was currently stabbing at his portion of chicken aggressively with his fork.

"I was listening to him. Don't be an ass." You retort while elbowing Eren in his side. Your eyes then fixate back on Armin. "You're saying that we potentially could repair the artic to an extent?" You prompt for him to go on his little tangent about the artic and ocean.

If someone asked you why you were so interested, you'd make up some lie about how you're writing a paper on the effects of pollution and global warming. In reality, you actually just loved listening to your cute blonde friend spill his heart out about his hyper fixations.

Your eyes glass over as Armin goes back to explaining to you the intricacies of the environment and global warming. Your mind wanders to how he’d look if you just got on your knees for him and gave him the best head of his life. You could almost bet that he’d be the type to whimper.

“You need to get laid like it’s detrimental at this point.” Eren grumbles while shaking his head. “You quite literally are putting off an energy that scares away the hoes.”

“And what hoes are you trying to attract?” Mikasa asks as she finally settles in next to Eren. She was running late to lunch after helping Historia out carrying somethings to the teacher’s lounge.

“None-! But if I were, Armin would scare them away.” Eren replies, and you notice how his hand snaked underneath the table towards Mikasa’s thigh.

“Stop being such an ass. He’s just passionate about something. No one treated you like shit when you went through your little skating phase.” You speak up once again, getting real sick of Eren’s pissy attitude.

“It’s okay, yn. We can talk about this later.” Armin finally speaks up, giving you a small defeated smile that crushes your soul. Underneath the table, you gently bump your foot against his foot.

His face doesn’t show it, but his heart flutters in his chest as he bumps his foot back against yours. It’s such a small act of affection, but it’s your guy’s way of just checking in with each other. Essentially, it was a way to silently say, “I’m here for you.”

“Armin, you’re still a virgin, aren’t you?” Eren asks as he takes an aggressive bite from his food.

Your foot ever so gently slides up Armin’s leg, making his breath hitch in his throat. His face flushes a bright red as he avoids everyone’s gaze.

“I don’t know why that matters.” He mutters quietly, not liking where Eren was going with this.

“I’m taking that as a yes then.” Eren continues. “Any reason in particular why you haven’t slept with anyone yet?”

Your eyes focus on Armin’s face as you’re curious as well. Armin isn’t ugly. He’s sweet, smart, and incredibly patient. Girls have approached him in the past, but he always just opts to keep them at arms length.

“I just..” Your foot gently presses into his inner thigh, seeing how far he’d let you take this. Armin immediately coughs as if trying to hide his reaction to your blatant flirting. “… haven’t found the right one.. I guess.”

“The right one? Armin, you need to just get it out of the way. I’ll literally pay someone to sleep with you.” Eren half-laughs, which means he’s probably only half-joking.

“That’s prostitution, Eren, and it’s illegal.” Armin replies with a small frown, not liking that his best friend is quite literally offering to pay for his virginity to be taken.

“I’d do it for free.” You casually offer with a small shrug. Armin’s eyes go wide as he stares at you from across the table, and Eren chokes on his soda. Mikasa just has a calm smile on her face as she watches this all go down.

“Of course you would. You’re practically riding his dick all the time anyways.” Eren retorts after he gains his composure back.

“Yep, you’re right. Now, I’m going to go do it for real too.” You respond as you stand from your chair. Your hand reaches over and grabs Armin’s hand before leading him out of the mess hall.

His hand is trembling in yours, and he can’t find the words to say right now. His heart is beating so loudly that he almost can’t hear. The only thing on his mind was that you’re finally noticing him.

Armin turned down the girls who tried to flirt with him because he has his eyes set on you. He’s had the fattest crush on you since you met their little friend group in college.

Not knowing how to handle his feelings, he had once confided in Eren and Mikasa. Both of them said it was stupid obvious that you liked him back, but he refused to believe it. How could a girl as pretty and confident as you like him??

You let out an exasperated sigh as you shut your dorm door behind you, locking it so no one else can bother you too. Armin’s entire face is red, and he’s fumbling with his fingers.

“You don’t have to be so nervous. You know I was kidding, right?” You softly laugh at him while taking your shoes off. You then crawl up onto your bed and settle down. “I just was tired of listening to Eren, and I figured you needed a break too…”

Armin can’t help the way his demeanor subtly drops. He feels so naive for thinking you were actually going to take his virginity. You probably detested the thought of doing so- He scratches the back of his neck awkwardly before he also sits down on your bed.

“Yeah… yeah, you’re right.” He mumbles quietly, and he keeps his gaze away from you.

You quickly pick up on his change in attitude. He almost seems… disappointed? Your eyes lock for a moment, and you observe his pretty blue eyes looking back into yours. If you didn't know any better, you'd think he's giving you puppy dog eyes.

"Don't tell me you're disappointed." You lightly joke, lips curling into a smile as you gently nudge him.

Armin lets out a soft exhale of amusement, and he clams up for a moment. "Well.. I.. can't say that I wasn't a little bit excited." He admits sheepishly.

"Excited for me to take your virginity?" You prompt, shifting your position on your bed to where you and Armin's faces are a few inches apart. "I didn't think you really cared about that sort of thing."

"Sex?" Armin asks while his eyebrows pinch together slightly. He's giving a small cute pout. "I know it's hard to believe, but I am still a guy.."

"Oh? Is this when you give me the spill about having urges and desires too?" You tease him, and he's slowly leaning back against your pillows. Your body carefully shifts on top of his.

His heart is hammering through his chest - his nervousness and excitement making him feel like he's going to explode. He just hoped you didn't notice how painfully hard he was already. He had been subtly concealing a boner since you offered to take his virginity.

"Is that what you want to hear?" He asks as he gazes up at you. At this point you're straddling his waist. Your hands are pressed to his chest.

"You know... yeah, tell me what urges and desires the infamous nerdy Armin Arlert has." You raise an eyebrow at him with a lopsided grin, excited to hear about what fantasies he conjures up in that cute head of his.

"Well... I think a lot about you..."

"Yeah..? What about me?" Your hands slowly rub up and down his chest, and you can feel his hard on pressing desperately against your thigh.

"J-just about..." He's stuttering now, and his face is flushing a deep red as you're not giving him must leeway to escape this. "Your lips... how soft they'd feel."

"You think about kissing me?" Your hips shift ever so subtly, causing a small gasp from Armin.

"Amongst other things..." He breathes out, but he's given no chance to gather himself before you take his wrists and pin them to the sides of his head.

You lean down over him, hovering your lips right over his. "If you want it... take it." You whisper softly, your breath ghosting over his lips, causing him to shiver.

A small whimper escapes him before he leans up, and he captures your lips in a sweet, innocent kiss. You ease up on his lap, allowing for him to control the kiss for a moment.

He kisses you needily - so desperate to feel more, but he isn't quite sure on how to initiate that. Your lips are as soft as he imagined, and you taste like strawberry poundcake. He's already so addicted. It was his first kiss, and you were already rotting him from the inside out.

Your hands release his wrists, and you cup his jaw instead, taking control of the kiss. Your teeth tease his bottom lip, showing him exactly how to achieve what he wants. Your tongues clash together, and his hands find your hips. His thumbs rub into your hip bones, loving the feeling of you in his lap.

After a while, you finally part from him. A small thin string of saliva connects you two as you're both panting, trying to recover from the steamy kiss.

"What else is do you want?" You whisper softly, intending to give this man whatever he so asks for.

"I- I want..." His voice is breathy, overcome with intense lust as he lifts his hips up, hoping you'll get the memo.

"Sayy it." You taunt with an evil smile.

"Please- I... I want you to use me." He whines, and he tilts his head back slightly as his bulge grinds so nicely against your core.

Your hips begin to roll, adding on to the fiction for both of you. You can tell through his pants that Armin isn't exactly small like most people would believe him to be since he's not exactly tall.

"Mmmnph~" His breathing is labored as he feels his tip already making a mess in his boxers. He quickly grabs your hips and stills them before he can make a real mess.

"What is it-? Did I do something wrong?" You ask in a concerned tone before you realize just how red his face his. He looks so disheveled already. His blonde hair was a mess upon his head.

"N-no... it was really good." He admits quietly. "Too good... I didn't want to..." His voice trails off, and he looks away from you with an embarrassed look.

"Oh.. I see.." You reply with a small grin, finding it cute how worked up he gets. You slowly ease your pants and panties down your legs, and you toss them onto the ground.

“Do you ever watch porn while thinking about these things?” You ask, going back to his fantasies.

“Mmm.. sometimes, but the mental image is enough most times.” His eyes glance down towards your thighs and lower half. “Some… sometimes I imagine you riding my face…”

“Oh?” You prompt with a small smile. “Do you want me to sit on your face?”

Armin nods his head quickly, and he scoots his body down lower, already prepping for you to take your rightful seat on his tongue. He’s nervous about eating you out for the first time, but he’s nearly drooling at the thought of you putting your weight down on his head. He wonders just how sweet you’ll taste.

“Is that a yes?”

“Please..” He asks so sweetly. You have to reward him.

You crawl up to where his head is laid back against your mattress, placing your legs on either side of his face, and your fingers comb through his messy blonde hair. He looks up at you through his eyelashes with a truly pitiful gaze.

“Tap my thigh three times if you can’t breathe, okay sweet boy?” You ask to make sure he understands. He nods his head without a second thought before leaning up to press a kiss against your cunt.

Eren had talked about eating Mikasa out before to Armin… despite Armin’s many, many attempts to make him shut up. Eren would tell Armin that he wouldn’t stop until she was a shaky mess on top of him. That was Armin’s goal. He wanted to feel your thighs tremble from his tongue.

“Good boy…” You purr as you slowly lower yourself onto his mouth. Armin immediately seems to just know what to do as if it was pure instincts coursing through him.

He starts off slow, pressing gentle kisses against your cunt before he starts to lap at you. A hum fleas him as he savors the taste of you. Just as sweet as he imagined.

With his tongue, he finds the small button of nerves at the top of your cunt. He immediately knows what it is by the way your body jolts upwards a bit, and a small whine falls from your lips.

He reaches up, and he pulls a bit more down onto his tongue. He doesn’t like how you’re hovering — as if you’re scared to hurt him. He wants to feel you sit - not hover.

“I don’t want to hurt you.” You murmur quietly to him, which only makes him more determined to make you sit.

“You’re not going to hurt me. Please, I want you to sit.” He pulls your hips again. “Use me.” He whines as he starts to gently suckle on your clit, making you jolt again.

His hands massage the flesh of your ass, and he starts to force your hips to rock back and forth while he flattens his tongue against your slippery folds.

You taste so fucking divine. Armin’s completely lost in your essence. His eyes are fluttered shut as he’s licking, kissing, suckling every thing you’ll allow him to.

Your hand is entangled in his pretty blonde hair as your hips are rolling back and forth. His nose bumps against your swollen clit, making you clench around nothing. You’ve never experienced head like this — not when most men make it sound like a chore. Armin sees it as a blessing.

The sounds in the room sound like they’re straight from a porno as your cunt sounds so sticky and drenched. Armin’s making soft hums and whines as he’s eating you like a starved man. Your moans fill the room — not caring if anyone could hear you next door.

“Just like that.. f-fuck.. gonna make me finish.” You pant, unable to even think straight while he’s plunging is tongue in and out of you.

Armin flutters his eyes open to look up at you. You’re so fucking pretty. How did he get so lucky? The way you’re completely coming undone on top of him has him literally trying to hump the air. His neglected cock sits flush against his tummy, leaking clear pre-cum all over himself and his clothes.

“Armin-!” You cry his name as you clench around air. More juices seep from your weeping hole, and he’s quick to clean you up with his tongue.

Your breath staggers as you come down from your orgasm. Of all people, Armin Arlert was the first to make you finish off head.

He’s not done though. Your thighs haven’t trembled yet. His hands grip around you, forcing you to keep gyrating on his tongue. He’s getting absolutely nasty with it, desperate to make you spent.

“O-oh god- wait, Armin— I f-finished.” You try to tell him, thinking he didn’t catch on, but he doesn’t relent.

His eyes almost have a smoldering gaze as he looks up at you with his mouth occupied with your cunt. His hands are kneading at the fat of your ass before he drags one finger towards your entrance.

“H-hold on. Wait- I-“ You’re nervously babbling, already feeling overstimulated. So when he slips his digit deep into your sopping wet cunt, and he curls it juuust right… you’re a shaking mess on top of him.

He smiles against your core, knowing now that he can stop. He slips his finger out, and he pressed a saccharine kiss to your pussy before tapping on your thigh.

Your body is trembling as you slowly lean up from his face, and you’re trying to stabilize your breath.

Armin just looks up at you, waiting for feedback on his little performance.

“You did such a good job. Good boy.” You praise before pressing light kisses along his cheeks. You can feel the way his face heats up when you praise him like that.

You finally press a kiss to his lips after a few moments, tasting yourself on his tongue. Armin lifts his hips up again, reminding you that he’s so painfully pent up. He’s aching for release.

Your hands find the waistband of his jeans, and you carefully unbutton them while continuing to intertwine your lips with his. He whines when you part from the kiss.

Once his jeans and boxers are off, you finally get to admire his pretty cock slapped against his tummy. His tip was coated in sweltering pre-cum. Just to tease him, you scoot down and give his tip a small kitten lick, tasting the sweet and salty taste of his arousal.

“Mmph- yn-“ Your name sounds like a plea when he whines it. His cock immediately flexes underneath your tongue. You giggle and give him another small kitten lick. “Ah~ please…”

“Please what?” You ask, looking up at him with a mischievous grin.

“Need to b-be inside you.. please miss.” He whines so shamelessly, abandoning all his previous embarrassment. He can’t afford to be shy when he’s craving the feeling of your gummy walls tightening around him.

“Since you asked so nicely.” You scoot your hips back up, and you grind against him a few times, getting his cock nice and coated in your slick.

Armin’s practically fisting at the bedsheets. Feeling your bare pussy rubbing against him was soooo much better than when you were still clothed.

“Miss..” He whimpers softly as his hips flutter upwards to rub against you in an act of desperation. “Miss, can you… take your shirt off please..?”

You gaze at him puzzled for a moment. It was an odd time to make that sort of request, but who were you to deny such a needy plea?

Your hands pull your shirt above your head, and you toss it off the side of your bed. Your hips go back to rocking against him as his tip is kissing strings of pre-cum to your clit.

He admires the way your black lacy bra sits flush against your skin. It only solidifies in his mind just how out of his league you are. He’ll never be able to comprehend just why you’re deciding to give him a chance.

“M-may I..?” He asks as his hands reach for the backside of your bra. As much as he loves the way the fabric cups your breasts so beautifully, he’s after something else.

“Go ahead, baby.” You answer him, and he’s quick to unhook your bra as if he had practiced before.

Eren definitely taught him how, but you don’t need to know that!

Armin watches with wide, excited eyes are your breasts bounce from the confines of your bra. His hand gently kneads on one, loving how your soft pillowy flesh filled his hand.

His eyes gaze upward at you as he leans in and captures your nipple into his mouth. His mouth feels attentive as he carefully swirls his tongue around the pebble, and he gently sucks on it while his eyes fall shut.

Maybe he’s died. This must be what heaven feels like. The only thing that’ll make this better is if..

One of your hands entangle in his hair, and the other hand reaches behind you. Your fingers wrap around his length before guiding him inside you.

Armin immediately moans pitifully around your mound. He has to detach from you to focus all his attention on not busting inside you immediately like the pathetic virgin he is.

“Are you alright, baby?” You ask him with a devious grin. If you weren’t focused on teasing him so much, you’d probably be as much of a mess as he is.

“S-so tight.. fuck yn- I can’t-!” He’s nearly crying as you sink yourself down on top of him, until he’s buried to the hilt.

You try to lift your hips up, but Armin’s hands wrap around your hips, and he forces you right back down onto his lap. “N-not yet. Please miss-“ You’re honestly taken aback by how strong he is. Even though he doesn’t look it, he could overpower you if he wanted. “D-don’t wanna come yet.”

“So sensitive.” You purr as you lean down towards him. Your hand cups his cheek, and you stroke his face with your thumb. “I thought you wanted to be used, baby.”

“I do.. I just… don’t want to leave you unsatisfied.”

“Oh, what a gentleman.” You laugh softly before pressing a kiss to his nose. “Well, if you finish and I’m not done yet, I’ll just keep going. I’ll use you again and again until I’m spent.”

His cock literally twitches inside of you from your words, and he looks up at you with wide eyes. He feels nervous yet so damn excited. His legs are literally flinching from his nerves.

His hand loosen up, and you get to work, riding him like you two wouldn’t see each other tomorrow.

You’re just so fucking wet and tight. Armin knows there’s no way he’s going to last long, not when you feel like paradise between your legs.

Within the minute, Armin is emptying himself deep inside you. “G-gods! Fuck, miss… ‘m sorry.” You give him an understanding smile, and you help ride out his orgasm. “‘m sorry.” He whimpers again before he takes your nipple back into his mouth, showing you just how sorry he is.

He’s a sorry man who can’t get enough of your delicious cunt milking him until you’re done for.

His cum seeps out and coats his cock as you continue to bounce yourself up and down. Armin’s a complete whiny mess as he’s trying to cope with how completely sensitive his cock is.

“Ah~ fuck miss… mmmph~ sooo good.” He’s completely babbling praises to your sopping wet cunt.

“You… ngh.. like being used like this?” You ask, and your hand lightly wraps around his neck, testing the waters. You don’t squeeze at all, just showing that you could if you wanted to.

“I love it.. wanna be yours, miss. Please, make me yours.” He pleas. You’re completely enamored with how much of a mess he is. He’s truly begging to be yours.

“Mine.” You mumble as you feel your stomach beginning to coil. With each rock of your hips, you’re growing closer and closer.

Unlatching your hand from his neck, you lean in and suck love bites into his neck, laying your claim on him.

Armin doesn’t ever cuss, but he has a complete sailor’s mouth when he’s balls deep inside you. “F-fuck.. miss-! cumming!” He warns before his cock is shooting into you once again.

His legs are shaking beneath you as his orgasm washes over him completely once again. His cock is weakly twitching inside you, so terribly sensitive that it almost hurts.

“Wan’ me to finish on you?” You whisper into his ear while your hips are desperately moving up and down. Your poor bed is creaking with each movement, and Armin’s just barely hanging onto his sanity by a thread.

“P-please… please cum on me.. wan’ to feel you.” His voice is a mere whimper, and he carefully reaches between your two. His thumb presses against your clit before he rubs in slow circles.

“Fuck— just like that.. goood boy..” You can’t even find your breath as you’re chasing after your high.

Your entire body gyrates on top of him once your orgasm finally crashes over you. Your vision is nearly doubled from how hard you finish on top of him.

A whiny groan leaves Armin’s lips as he feels you clenching around him. His body is so hyper sensitive. He feels like a million little lightning bolts are striking him all over. His skin feels like electricity against yours.

You take a moment to catch your breath finally as you stay on his lap. Both of you are completely disheveled together.

“Did I… do good?” He quietly asks you, hoping that it was as good for you as it was for him.

“Did soooo good.” You smile and press a kiss to his cheek.

He smiles softly, and he leans into your touch. “Can we get cleaned up now..? I had a thought provoking epiphany while I was coming inside you about how we could help the atmosphere.”

Oh, to be loved by a nerdy man.

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Thinking of Armin cumming in his pants just from a bit of heavy kissing.

He’s already dizzy the second your tongue pushes into his mouth, so sensitive, he’s softly bucking his hips against your stomach, your thigh, whatever part of you is near enough for him to rub up against. When your hands start roaming his upper body and your lips start moving from his mouth to his neck, suckling on his ivory skin and mouthing over the shell of his ear, he quickly squeezes his thighs together and moans out loud. When you pull away, confusion etched over your features, Armin covers his face in embarrassment, parting his legs to show you the mess he’s made, staining the front of his pants.

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Hey! Just checking how you’re doing! 🫶🏻🫶🏻 how are you? :)

Thank you so much for checking in 🥹 it really means a lot. I’m actually taking a teeny tiny break from writing, and honestly just social media in general, probably for about the next 2-3 weeks. I found out 3 weeks ago that I’m actually expecting my second baby, which I’m over the moon about. Unfortunately though, it is a high risk pregnancy, and I’m currently on bed rest 😵‍💫

As of right now I’m supposed to be doing absolutely nothing but resting, eating, and resting some more, which is quite difficult as it is with a toddler to care for 😭 thankfully my partner is great about taking the responsibility off of my shoulders when he isn’t working.

It may be a minute before I put out anymore content, but rest assured, I will be back for you lovely, gorgeous, amazing people ❤️