#Floch x y/n

[vainilla-milk]

Flufftober Day 9 - Interlock fingers

pairing: Floch Forster x Fem! Reader

tags: headcanons, college au

Floch still isn't used to this whole girlfriend thing. Let's just say that dating you was something he never expected.

He didn't know any girls at school who liked him, so you surprised him when you approached him one day and asked for his number.

You asked him out on a date and Floch felt like a mess. He decided to go anyway.

You were very nice and funny, he really felt comfortable with you.

Usually girls avoided him because of his political activism, but you loved confrontation and debate.

The date was a complete success, so you both agreed to keep seeing each other. You quickly evolved from friends to lovers.

Floch's only problem was that he was frustrated that he didn't show as much initiative as you did. It just didn't flow naturally from him.

It was always you who intertwined his fingers with yours when you walked, who gave him kisses on the cheek before you left for class or just for the pleasure of wanting to kiss his face.

The thing began to bother him more when he heard girls from other classes gossiping about the relationship he had with you, criticizing how undemonstrative he was.

You didn't seem to be affected; you seemed happy around him.

In a moment of reflection one night, he decided that he should start actively taking the initiative on his own.

You began to notice as you walked that Floch tentatively moved his hand closer to yours until finally entangling his fingers with yours.

Floch felt a nice warm feeling in his chest, especially when he saw you out of the corner of his eye and realized how happy you were.

From that moment until now, Floch takes your hand and interlocking your fingers every time he gets the chance.

When you walk on the street, at school, even when you sleep together.

Simply interlocking your fingers became his favorite gesture to show his love for you.

[ramonathinks]

CONNIE, FLOCH, EREN, HAWKS, GOJO, GETOU

[xfgpng]

“stretch you out”

you wanted to make it work. he was trying and while you knew you deserved better, you stayed because it was easier than starting over and over all the time.

the problem was that your rival and childhood crush was always around for you. despite the constant arguing and fighting, he always seemed to pull through just for you.

it was clear that he liked you just as much as you liked him but this, whatever it was, was easier than admitting your feelings. it worked for now and that’s all you needed.

“this pussy belongs to me baby” he grins, slapping your ass with every hard thrust, “all fucking mine”

“yeah” you moan, gripping the sheets so hard that it ripped, “it’s yours”

“that’s my girl” he smirks, pulling his cock all the way out just to spit on your pussy. you were already so wet and sensitive and he knew he never needed the extra lubricant but he loved making you feel dirty.

“bet he can’t make you feel this good, can he?” he asks but he knows you’re too far gone to answer him.

not that he cares, he knows you belong to him.

|| eren, floch, suna, atsumu, dabi, chrollo

[magicxc]

Safe Word

Pairings: Survey Corps x Reader - how they react to the safe word being called

Word Count: 2967

Warnings: cuteness overload

A/N: This is how I think our bois would react to the safe word being used. Everyone is respectful and fluffy in this so enjoy and tell me what ya think!!

If you’re up to it, check out my headcannon with aot x safeword ignored. Its as it sounds - a darker version of this, so do proceed with caution.

Safe word - sparrow

Eren  - Maybe it was the emotional toll of the day or the sensitivity right before the start of your period, but you just couldn’t keep up. Normally when Eren got a little rough with you it was an enjoyable experience but today just seemed rather, off. Legs curled around his waist as he steadily drove into you left you with nowhere to go; taking everything he was giving your body. And suddenly it became too much to handle, the pressure of it yielding more discomfort than pleasure. You tried to hold on, for him, but the tears that pricked at your eyes had Eren slowing down before your words did.

“Sp- sparrow,” you heaved, the waterworks now in full effect. Halting completely Eren pulled out of you, thumbs wiping away at your cheeks as he bombarded you with questions. 

Apologising for something he didn’t yet understand, he engulfed you in a bear hug until you were ready to express yourself; slowly rocking you both back and forth as he kissed along your temple. After explaining to him how you felt overwhelmed with everything, he’d made you promise to always tell him when you weren't feeling like yourself, especially if it was at the expense of his pleasure. Nodding in agreement, you’d watch as he left to get you a bottle of ice cold water; cuddling you to a peaceful sleep once you’d both settled down.

Levi - being humanity’s strongest soldier meant that Levi had to be extra careful when it came to everyday people. Certain things like a friendly game of arm wrestling or even cracking eggs for breakfast had to be approached cautiously. And while you did allow him to let loose in the bedroom, even that he conducted to a certain extent; always holding your safety in high regard. However, his idea of taking it easy and your idea of taking it easy were vastly different and while you two were still trying to gauge his strength in the early stages of your relationship, there was a safe word put in place.

“Sparrow,” you’d weakly cried out, eyelids heavy and limbs flaccid from the sixth round you and Levi had found yourselves in. While the sex was great and the orgasms mind numbing, six rounds on your poor body was beginning to take its toll. You’d felt weak and the heated feeling building in your belly to signal yet another explosive finish was borderline sweltering. No longer did those black dots that danced around your vision feel fun and soon the empty contents of your stomach threatened to rise. It was like a HIIT workout for a beginner but without the prep. 

Sweat prickled at your forehead and body moist enough to stick to the sheets you were all too eager to tap out, revealing to Levi just how wrecked you were beginning to feel.

After hearing the safe word he stopped immediately, eyes bulging out of his sockets at the idea that he’d hurt you beyond repair. He tended to be a bit drastic in thought when it came to you, but that didn't stop the apologies that tumbled from his lips. Levi would go on to make you a cup of green tea to calm down your symptoms and would keep you up in conversation until the sun rose; much like a mother making her child sing in the bathtub to ensure their safety while she left the room for a towel. How your quiet boyfriend managed to talk you into the wee hours of the morning surely surprised you, but you’d gladly indulge at the efforts he’d go through to make sure that you were okay.

Erwin - Erwin was a generous lover, sometimes too generous as his tongue worked wonders on your clit. Tongue flat against the nub, he’d let enough drool gather at the tip to rub around the bud as effortlessly as possible. Coupled with the two finger combo he’d drive into your pussy had you seeing literal stars. Erwin had come to learn that not only did this garner powerful orgasms for you, but it also garnered quick ones. It was something about his skilled body that would have you unraveling in three minutes flat. And much like the Commander of the Scouts appreciated when his planning yielded successful results on the field, so did the Commander in the bedroom appreciate when his woman yielded successful results from his ministrations; so much so that he’d barely hear the word leave your mouth.

Stopping, he’d uttered “what?”

“I said sparrow,” you panted.

“Baby, I- I’m so sorry,” he apologised.

Thankful for the break, all you could manage was to catch your breath before Erwin began interrogating you with questions of how you felt, where’d it hurt, when did it become too much, what do you need, why didn’t you stop him sooner, etc.

You literally had to shut him up with a finger to his lips, clarifying to Erwin that while it was more pressure than pain, you were fine now. Did it stop him from hurling ten more questions your way? No! And while you were initially annoyed, you were appreciative that he’d cared so much that he was willing to nail down the exact line of no return so he’d know never to cross it again. 

Connie - “thwack” was the loud echo of your skin crackling against Connie’s palm. Bent over his knee, he found himself ‘punishing’ you for whatever roleplay you guys were currently in the middle of. Eight spanks in and the fiery ache to your ass cheek had you quickly forgetting exactly what scenario you two were acting out. All you could think of was how soon you wanted it to end. 

Apparently you’d stop counting which meant that Connie had to start from the top and maybe it was the soreness of your ass, but his hits seemed to rain down even harder on your puffy skin - no doubt leaving behind a handprint. And by the third count you were effectively tapping out, croaking out your safe word before his hand could connect again.

“Sparrow, sparrow, sparrow.”

Hand halted high in the air, Connie quickly turned you over and wrapped you in his arms, begging for your forgiveness. The pleading never ceased and when you were finally able to gather your thoughts, all you wanted was to call it a night.

You’d forgiven him rather quickly especially considering you both were trying something new. But after he’d rub your skin down in aloe vera gel, you two discussed the idea of a middle word, much the same as a yellow traffic light signals that a car should slow down, this middle word would signal that whatever act is being done should continue with caution.

Plopping down next to you, Connie had showered you with kisses, apologies, and now snacks; even managing to slide in a joke or two. While this was an uncomfortable experience for you both, his love language was definitely laughter, trying his best to keep the atmosphere light but also working towards making sure that something like this never happens again.

Jean - While you and Jean tried to keep sex relatively fresh, nothing could ever really beat the classics - good ole fashion head. It was fun and oftentimes turned you on just as much. Face lodged between his thighs, the floor beneath you was a slobbering combination of your spit and Jean’s fluids. 

His hand guided you on the exact pace he wanted you to go, muttering out instructions of how you should please him in the process. The better it felt, the more aggressive he tended to get, hands cradled around your neck as he bobbed you along his shaft.The words you attempted to say came out mumbled and instead sent vibrations to all the right places; and what he thought was you amplifying the experience only made him thrust his hips toward your face more forcefully. Spit bubbling out the corners of your mouth and tears streaming down your face, Jean couldn’t have felt more turned at the sight, his brows crinkling to confusion once your fists began to beat against his thighs.

Halting his movements, he helps you up to which you breathlessly utter your safe word - “sparrow.”

Jean’s face instantly fell and regret filled him to the brim at the idea that he’d been so caught up in his own pleasure that he didn’t realise just how uncomfortable things were getting for you. 

Of course you knew Jean would never hurt you on purpose but you couldn’t help but feel a little frustrated with him. Opting to talk about it some more in the morning when you’d be more emotionally settled, you watched as Jean ran a bath for you; delicately washing the stress from your body and carefully preparing you both for bed. In between it all, he’d profusely apologised, promising to be more attentive the next time you found yourselves sexually active.

By the end of the night, you were pretty much over the incident and insisted on being the big spoon to Jean to allow him a bit of vulnerability in a moment that no doubt left him feeling distraught. 

Onyankopon - It was safe to say that Ony was above average. While sex with him was definitely mind blowing, it had its moments of discomfort and today seemed to be one of them. Fresh from date night, you guys burst through the front door, lips glued to the other as fingertips slid along heated skin. Clothes were stripped and scattered throughout the room, with your foot slamming the door close behind you. 

Soon enough, you’d both ended up on the couch with you atop Ony, riding him into oblivion. And boy was he excited to help you, thick hands tightly secured around your waist as he grinded you into his hips; a nice rhythm that was slowly picking up in pace. His deep thrusts only added to the sensation, dick at the tip of your cervix, as you tried to ride yourself into creating more moisture for the friction.

You were eager to have sex with Ony and you still wanted to, but sometimes it took a little more work to get you as ready as he was. Even though you were turned on, your body needed more time to catch up with your mind. And try as you might, you had to call it quits for now.

“Ohhh my gosh, Ony!! Sparrow, please sparrow,” you’d chanted.

Carefully dislodging himself from you, Ony carefully sat you on the chair, tucking loose strands of hair behind your ear before landing a soothing kiss to your forehead. 

“I’m so sorry pretty,” he lamented.

He’d thank you for speaking up and went on to inspect your body for any bruising. This wasn’t the first time you and Ony had gotten caught up in the moment and it surely wasn’t the first time your body was slower to catch up to his; but it would be the first time you’d felt all too tender to proceed.

You were still ready to go, but you definitely needed a little more prep and after confirming that you were okay to continue, Ony insisted on adding to the moisture with his rigid tongue - ensuring that you’d come at least twice before entering you again. He’d even let you ride him, after much convincing, and was hell bent on taking things slow tonight and for the next several days to come.

Reiner - Maybe his boss had pissed him off. Or maybe there was a discrepancy with one of his coworkers. Hell, maybe he’d woken up on the wrong side of the bed, but for whatever the reason Reiner was not giving you any moment's reprieve. If the head board that viciously slammed against the wall wasn’t indication enough, your sore pussy surely was. 

Not that it happened often, but you didn't mind when Reiner lost himself inside you. In fact, you’d insisted on it; insisted that he mold your body to his will all in the name of relieving his frustrations. But today felt different, felt unfamiliar. You watched as his lips came together to let out grunt after grunt - looking on as his eyes stared straight through you, dark and obscure. You’d even noticed the way he handled your body so carelessly, tossing you around as if you were a rag doll. 

And you’d begun to feel exploited. Like a stranger using your body to get himself off and the lump that bloomed in your throat had made the safe word almost impossible to say; but somehow you’d managed, and thankfully he’d heard. 

“SPARROW,” you’d yelped.

Reiner’s thrusting had slowed to a complete stop, confusion etched into his every feature; and finally you’d begun to see cracks of your boyfriend, almost as if his spell of anger was lifted.

He’d been mortified when you explained to him how you felt, dropping to his knees as he clung onto your torso in a fit of apologies. He stayed like that for a few minutes and when you both came to, you assured him that you’d be fine and encouraged him instead to talk to you before he decided to use your body as a sole source of relief. 

Reiner agreed, but things between you sort of fizzled out over the weeks to come. It felt like he was walking on eggshells when it came to you in conversation and physical touch alike; gently kissing you or even hugging you, almost like he was afraid that you’d break at the slightest pressure. No matter your efforts to assure Reiner that you were fine, you decided to let it run its course.

And over time, he’d learn to do a lot of self work and reflection in terms of getting to the root of his problems all the while being more open in discussing his true feelings and thoughts with you. You were overjoyed that he was finally taking the necessary steps toward improving his mental health. And when he finally felt comfortable enough to effectively communicate with you, to have sex with you, and to even get rough with you, well, it was divine.

Armin - Nipple play was Armins latest obsession. He’d gotten into it after a sexy session between you two and what started out as initial embarrassment turned into full fledged enjoyment. So much so that he’d encourage you to get in on the action as well. 

Although nipples were an erogenous zone for everyone, you couldn’t help but feel that yours were a little more delicate; or at the very least Armin had a higher tolerance for pain. Clamps latched onto each nipple, Armins hand was firmly wrapped around your throat as he drove into you again and again. There would be the occasional tugging of the clamps and what started out as hypersensitivity very quickly turned painful.

You’d tried to utter the safe word, but with Armin’s hand around your neck, the best you could do was mouth it and fortunately for you he was an attentive enough lover to catch it. Unwrapping his hand, you murmured the word once more for good measure.

“Sparrow.”

Still inside of you, he’d come to a standstill, peering beneath wet eyelashes in what you could only describe as panic. Fat teardrops hit your cheeks from above as he works to unlatch the clamps and pulls out of you entirely; the apologies never ceasing.

Seeing Armin so riled up had gotten you equally as emotional and before you knew it tears were sliding down your cheeks as well, arms flying around his neck as you held him close. The night grows quiet save for your hearts that beat against the others chest and when enough time passes by, you both decide to get some sleep, still wrapped tightly in each other's arms, choosing to discuss it in the morning.

Floch - Floch had turned you all the way out. You’d become perfect in every way for him and that included sexual. Ass hiked into the air, you bounced into the mattress each time he drove into you. And it’d felt great, it always did. But somehow you just couldn’t get into the groove of things this go round. To put it simply, you weren’t in the mood and it wasn’t until he was balls deep did you realise. Were you turned on? Yes. Was your body responsive to his? Absolutely. But your mind wasn’t in it and you’d wanted this session to end just as quickly as it started. No matter how far along you and Floch got into sex, let alone penetrative sex it was always crystal clear between you two that consent could be revoked at any time; and you decided to do just that.

“Sparrow,” was the safe word you so tiredly whispered.

Immediately Floch stopped thrusting, removing himself from you as he kissed up to your spine until he’d reached your neck, sorry on the tip of his tongue in between each peck. He’d carefully flipped you over and proceeded to shower your face in butterfly kisses, apologies continuing to spill from his mouth until you were able to speak. 

Worn out, you’d go on to tell him how you felt and he’d mildly chastised you for even letting it get this far. After all, he is a grown man and would never put his pleasure before your well being. Softly smiling, you thanked him and leaned in for an open mouth kiss.

To seal the deal, Floch went on to massage your entire body down with your favorite oils until your light snores lured him into his own slumber; eager to get a full night's rest so he could treat you to your favorite breakfast in the morning.

[tvgals]

‘ I AM THE COWBOY … ‘

myaa note — someone pls understand the title. ALSO I NEVER SEE ANY FLOCH FICS SO I MUST DELIVER …

synopsis — floch always spoils you n helps you with whatever you need, but when he sees your new attitude, he decides to postpone on his spending.

@punkologist

“baby, please jus’ buy me the bag!” you plead with your boyfriend. he just shakes his head in disapproval. “nope. you getting too spoiled. when you change that attitude, you can get whatever you want.” floch says, rubbing your thigh and scratching your head, his fingers getting lost in your head of curls.

floch was right. you’d been acting cockier than ever, deciding to post pictures on instagram where you’re practically naked, wearing only a mini skirt and what can barely be considered a crop top, the picture showing the slight glint of your promise ring that sat on your ring finger. “no, my attitudes been the same!” you argue, looking up at your boyfriends eyes. “no it hasn’t. quit lyin’ to me. i seen your texts to yo friends, sayin’ im gon’ get you this and that. imagine how you look now that you ain’t gone get it at all.” floch shrugs his shoulders, his eyes fixed on the tv.

you scrunch your face up at the thought of not getting what you want. you push yourself off of floch. he shoots you a glare and sits up on his elbows. “you just hate me don’t you?” you ask, your lip jutting out, tears threatening to fall. floch knew all about your dramatics, your ways to get into his head, and he was having none of it. “you just want me to be miserable for the rest of my life, huh? i hate you!” you accuse your boyfriend, a sultry grin on his face. you stomp your way to your shared bedroom, slamming the door to make a point. floch chuckles to himself, laying back down on his hands, watching the tv.

after a while of waiting for you to come back out, floch stands up and takes a deep breath, walking to the bedroom where you resided. “baby.” floch called out as firm yet gentle as he could. “hmph.” you grunted, showing disinterest into the conversation you know you’re about to have. “don’t ignore me.” floch mumbles, crawling up on the bed behind you. he turns your body onto your back and looks down at you, your tear stained cheeks breaking his heart.

“you’re fine, mama. it’s alright.” floch says, pressing kisses along your neck. “no it’s not..” you sniffle, looking away from your boyfriend. “it’s gon’ have to be alright.” he says, pushing your shirt up. “you’re so beautiful, could never hate my pretty girl.” he mumbles against your skin, still pressing kisses to your torso. once he gets to your pelvis, he looks up at you with those beautiful brown eyes. “can i? i know you hate me oh so much…” floch grins. your eyes widen and you curl your toes. “of course you can…i didn’t mean it i promise…” you whine. “mhm.” he hums. floch strips you of your sweatpants and panties, throwing them onto the floor.

he delves his head between your legs, his hands holding onto your thighs. he tongue fucks you for a few minutes, knowing you can’t possibly only get off to only that. he moans into your pussy, pressing wet kisses to your pretty heat. “my pretty mama..” floch moans. he ruts his hips into the mattress, pre cum leaking from his pink tip.

“please fuck me…” you whine, arching your back. floch snarls at your demand, deciding to retract from your pussy. you start to cry at the sudden loss of pleasure. “w-why’d you st-op?” you ask, frowning. “don’t demand shit from me after saying you hate me n shit.” floch laughs at you. you cry and whine at this, facing away from him. before he leaves out the room he looks at you, “‘nd don’t even try to touch yourself.” and floch walks away as your legs shake in desperation. floch — who was rather unbothered — plopped back onto the couch. you glared at the door that your boyfriend just left out of. you sat there for a while, making sure he wouldn’t come back inside. you opened your legs up and brought your other one to play with your nipples. “fuck..” you whispered, plunging two of your fingers into your sweet cunt. you tried your hardest to cover up your moans to no avail.

floch knew what you were doing, and he’d hate to say it made him hard. he grinned and turned the tv up, just so you get the illusion he can’t hear you at all. once you finally came with a strained moan, you fall asleep almost immediately. a few hours later floch walked in to see your sleeping body, your cunt still out for display. he smiles at the scene and kissed your forehead before cuddling up behind you and tucking you under the covers.

the next morning it’s safe to say you woke up with a louis vuitton purse on your nightstand with a note that read-

‘next time be quieter.’

[slxtslovebambi]

Stalker analysis.

Characters: Eren and Floch <3

Synopsis: what kind of stalkers/yandere they would be.

Warnings: the titel says it all

Wc: 900+

Eren

Eren knows you since Highschool.

You were close with Mikasa and Annie and since he’s friends with Mikasa he quickly gains a lot of knowledge about you.

He’s the anti social type of stalker for sure. He has friends yes but only a few close ones and he’s not interested in making new ones.

He’d be the type to constantly call night and day, just to hang up on you before you even have the opportunity to pick up.

Eren always had trouble with controlling his emotions, what makes him so unpredictable. One moment he obsesses over you, thinking his life doesn’t have any meaning without you being around, and the next moment he wants to break you, take everything from you and make you live a miserable life, for simple things like talking to another guy, or throwing away the flowers he sent you.

Eren would send you a lot of stuff. Teddy bears, letters etc. At first you didn’t think much of it, but when random gifts started appearing all over your apartment, it started to freak you out. You were scared of being alone. If he was able to make his way into your place before, he could break in anytime.

But you’re not supposed to be scared of him. He doesn’t want that. He thinks that nothing that he’s doing is wrong. He wants to be the person you run to when you’re scared, but at the same time nothing gets him more of than the thought of being the person that scares you, and makes you feel so helpless.

He forgets to eat, sleep and to take care of his close friends and family, since he spends so much time watching your social media accounts and following you around in his car.

Today he wants to change things though. He waited for you to end your shift at the bakery that you work at. He inhales the smoke from his cigarette once more before throwing it to the side and making his way over to you.

You were looking for you’re keys to close the store as they fell out of your purse, on the ground. You bend down, trying to pick them up when a muscular pale hand gets ahead of you.

"those are yours right?" He gives you a smirk, handing over the keys with one finger. "y-yes, thank you. Do we know each other?" You inspect his face, convinced that you’ve seen him at your job before. "Oh yeah… I think I’ve seen you around before."

Floch

Floch knows you personally, however you’re not even aware of the fact that he exists…at least that’s what he thinks. Back in Highschool he was more of a loner actually. He didn’t have that many friends but the ones that he had weren’t close to you at all, wich is why you never really talked to him.

The fact that you didn’t see him scratched his ego, and at first he only felt hatred towards you but that quickly changed when he noticed your selfless behavior towards other people.

Floch is the unstable stalker type with a lot of self image issues and insecurities. He feels very entitled, like you deserve being watched by him for not acknowledging his presence. If anything then he’s the victim in this story, for having his feelings played with, right?

Different from Eren he’s not really in to writing letter’s or stuff like that. He’ll just send you hundreds of anonymous messages throughout the day, saying things like "I like the way you did your make up today." Or "what a pretty dress :)" with attached photos.

To him it’s not really stalking, he feels like he’s just 'protecting' you. Making sure you get home safely by following you after you just left your friends house or tracking your location after hacking your phone, was just the beginning of a series of things that Floch would do.

Floch would also actually go out of his way to ask people he doesn’t even like, personal information about you.

He’s totally the 'if I can’t have you, no one can.' type of guy and he’s not shy about it. He hasn’t killed anybody over you but he’s more likely to do so than Eren.

Floch has always struggled with things like lack of empathy due to some psychopathic traits and maybe some kind of personality disorder. That’s also why he never really felt bad whenever you cried over the fact that there was yet another picture of you, that you never saw before, sent via text message.

You were grocery shopping today while talking to one of your friends on the phone when suddenly your cart bumps into another one.

"Oh my god I’m so sorry, I wasn’t paying attention. Are you okay?" You quickly apologize as you turn your head to face whoever you just accidentally hit.

"Yes don’t worry I’m fine." The tall man speaks softly while looking down at you.

He looks so familiar…

"Wait I know you…did we went to school together?" Your brain tries its best to put a name to the face in front of you.

Floch looks at you stunned at the fact that you seem to remember him. He doesn’t know what to say as he feels his heart beating faster and his palms getting sweaty.

"I- I… yes I think you were in my biology class."

He speaks taken back.

"Yeah I remember! Did you change your hair?"

You smile warmly at him, waiting for an answer. He’s too flabbergasted to actually talk to you so he just nods in response.

"How about we go drink a coffee sometime?"

There’s no way you just asked him that.

He doesn’t know if he should laugh or cry right now, but having this conversation with you just showed him that all the analysis he made about you were correct. You have to be the sweetest human being on earth, he just wants to protect you.

"Sure… I’d love that."

Might create a tag list (idk yet)

Don’t forget to like and reblog <3

[mommypieck]

Hi there<3 I really dont know if you like male sub but i was wondering if you could write hcs for floch, jean and/or porco giving faux jobs thanks😭😭

i don't know if i really understood what faux jobs mean

floch

you burst into the room, frantically looking for something. your boyfriend gives you the look, unsure of what you're looking for. he can't help but to think about how beautiful you are. and the sweat on your forehead makes his mind make sinful thoughts.

you kneel in front of him, putting your hands on his thighs. you can feel his back straighten as he pushes his hand into your hair. you see his hands shoot up to his zipper, but before he can do anything you yell in victory, "finally there it is."

his eyes widen when he sees you holding a tv remote in your hand. his cheeks go red as he realizes you had other intentions.

"you did it on purpose, didn't you?" he says angrily. he has the right to be frustrated but it's not like he doesn't get it every night.

"maybe."

jean

"hey baby, everything alright?" jean asks worried when you burst into the room. it's obvious you're looking for something and his question is answered when you pick up the hair tie that lies on the table. your hair has gotten longer and jean made you get a mullet too to match him so it wasn't unusual for you to tie your hair up. but jean's thoughts are different. more sinful. he smirks as you drop in front of him.

"you didn't have to tie your hair up. i like you when you're all messy." he says, pulling your hair tie out of your hair.

"well, i didn't want to get the hair in my eyes as i look for the controller." you say, coming back up with the controller in your hand. he freezes, unsure of what to say. he pets your hair, smiling at you.

"in that case, you can do something for me while you're here."

porco

you can see his eyes watching your every move as you step into the room. you decided to wear his clothes today and he is more excited to see you in them. he opens his arms when you come his way.

"come here, baby." he says, smiling at you. you kneel down in front of him and he smirks.

"that's not what i had in mind but if you insist." he tangles his fingers in your hair, but you just shake him off as you finally reach the paper you have been looking for.

"you always lose the papers from doctors." you sigh, getting up.

"what?" porco asks confused as hell.

"the papers under the couch." you point at the paper in your hand. he finally realizes what's happening, his smirk falling and his face going red. but his smirk quickly appears again when he sees you chuckling.

"you little tease. im gonna give you another reason why to visit the doctor."

[truerhearts]

Envy - Eren Jaeger

Eren x fem!reader, pt 1/2 (pt2 in progress)

3.2k words

tw - slight sexual assault/mentions of assault 

dom!eren

Eren and (y/n) have had a confusing, game-playing relationship for a while now. All that changes when he sees Floch getting a bit too close to the reader.

.・。.・゜✭ .・。.・゜✭ .・。.・゜✭

Emotions were something that never came easily to Eren. His head and his heart constantly at war, and he was caught in the crossfire.

He knew he loved her. He knew he loved her from the moment he laid eyes on her. From their short interactions to him lying awake in his bed, thinking about their future together once the war was over, he was in love.

But he’d never dare admit it. He needed to remain cold, stoic. He had priorities. And he wouldn’t allow himself to get close to anyone anymore, lest they perish. He couldn’t go through that again. The pain of losing so many of those close around him was unbearable. But this meant he did get good at shutting his feelings away. The only way to get by was to numb the pain. There was no time to mourn anymore, there were more important things at hand.

And with that, he had to make a choice. He always kept her at arms length, being curt in his responses and limiting contact.

But he’d be lying if he said he didn’t steal looks from her whenever she wasn’t looking. Quite frequently. He was smart about it though. He got caught only when he wanted her to catch him. And when she did catch him, time would stop as they gazed at each other. This was just one of his ways of dropping a hint. Others would include brushing against her while walking by, or helping her with the many impossible buckles of their uniforms. The latter was one he particularly enjoyed - it would make her flustered, his touch while innocent in the moment sent her mind running wild at other time he’d be fiddling with her uniform buckles. Eren would walk away from the encounter triumphant, though he wouldn’t let her see it. His heart wanted her, but his mind wouldn’t let him, to protect himself.

She admired Eren, much more than Eren would ever think she did. His willpower and strength were something she appreciated. And, he was quite easy on the eyes, watching him during his training ignited a fire inside her. His toned body glistening with moisture from his hard work, his hair in a messy half up half down bun with the strands sticking carelessly to his forehead. The sight of him in that state almost felt illegal to gaze at. Chest heaving, mouth ajar, skin flushed, veins protruding. Whenever she knew he was training she’d conveniently be hanging around, just to catch a few glimpses that sent her imagination running wild.

She thought she was being sneaky, but Eren always knew she was there watching him the whole time. He’d embellish a bit sometimes, putting on a good show for her, but he always acted like he couldn’t see her. He didn’t want her to stop coming to watch, it inflated his ego and gave him a bit of a rush.

Despite her strong feelings and undeniable attraction towards Eren, she was frustrated with him. Whenever she tried to speak with him, he would cut things short and move on. He had changed over the years, understandably so. But she wanted to be his shoulder to lean on when things got dark. She truly imagined she could help him with whatever he needed. If only he would let her in.

All of this would change one fateful night. The scouts had a collective day off the next day, which were far and few between. No responsibilities early the next morning meant celebrations in the evening. Most of the soldiers were in the mess hall drinking their sorrows away. It was loud and rowdy, but such distractions were much needed in such dire times.

Eren was sitting with his usual crowd, his face slightly more red than usual. He felt laid back and relaxed, swirling the alcohol in his cup as Armin was reminiscing with him and Mikasa. Though Eren wasn’t paying attention. His gaze was set on her. She was across the room, but he had the perfect view of her.

The only problem?

She and Floch looked like they were getting just a bit too friendly for Eren’s liking.

This was all part of her plan though. She wanted Eren to get jealous. Test the waters a bit, just to see if he did have any sort of feelings for her. But little did she know that Eren was a lot more possessive of her than he ever let on.

She quickly glanced over, making direct eye contact with his striking green eyes. Butterflies rapidly filled her stomach and time came to a stop as she took in the sight of him. He was sitting in his chair sideways, back resting against the wall, his body facing hers. His aura radiated confidence and a bit of desire, a dangerous combination. One arm resting on the back of his chair, the other on the table, gripping his empty cup. A strand of his hair gracefully falling out of place as she noticed the light blush on his cheeks.

Again, illegal. She felt the heat rush to her cheeks as Eren refused to be the first one to break eye contact. They sat there gazing at one another for what felt like an eternity before (much to her dismay) Floch brought her back to reality.

“(Y/n)?” Floch asked. “Everything okay?”

“Oh, uh, yeah.” She turned back to Floch, giving him a slight smile.

“Okay, good, so anyways…” Floch continued, but his words were drowned out in her mind that was plagued with thoughts of Eren. She was pulled from her thoughts when she heard Floch inch his chair closer.

“Floch, “she began. “What are you- “

He placed his hand on her thigh and gripped it. “Is something the matter?”

She didn’t know what to say. She immediately looked to Eren, who had never taken his eyes off of them. It now looked like he was going to crush the glass with his bare hand. Though she could see his anger in his strained hand, he remained expressionless, other than a slight twitch in his eyebrow. Seeing Floch that close to her triggered something inside him. He watched them intently, rage igniting inside him, waiting for what would happen next.

She didn’t know whether to stop Floch or let him proceed. She didn’t necessarily dislike him, but out of most of the cadets he definitely wasn’t her first choice. She felt bad for using him to provoke Eren’s jealousy, but she needed to get some sort of reaction out of the stoic boy. She couldn’t stand his indifference towards her anymore and she thought this was the best way to do it. And, while perhaps it wasn’t the best way to get his attention, she was right, rage was building inside of Eren.

He kept a cool exterior, but he watched intently, pondering his options, and waiting for their next move. But at this rate he knew he had to act. Perhaps it was the alcohol, but Eren’s inhibitions were washing away that evening, and though she hadn’t done anything different to her appearance, Eren craved her more than he usually did, and he didn’t think he’d be able to hold himself back tonight.

Floch leaned in closely, his warm breath hitting her ear, the smell of alcohol that was radiating off of him was quite potent. “I’m not getting the wrong impression, am I?” He questioned innocently, his hand moving up her thigh, dangerously close to her core. Floch blocked her view of Eren, and she didn’t know how to respond. His hot breath bathed her neck and she decided he was going too far. She placed her hand on top of his to move it off.

That was it. Eren took the last swig of his alcohol before placing glass down forcefully. He stood up from his chair, almost tipping it over.

Armin paused his story as he watched Eren walk away. “Eren, where are you going?” Armin asked. Eren didn’t reply. He made his way over to her and Floch, trying his hardest to contain himself and his anger.

“Floch.” Eren said lowly. “What do you think you’re doing?” His words sharp like the blades they used to slay titans.

Floch pulled away from her and scoffed. “What is it to you?” He looked up at Eren and was met with the most jarring expression on his face. Eren’s face was blank, but it was in his eyes. The look in his eyes was indescribable, being only comparable to what one would describe as mad, unhinged, deranged. He managed to intimidate Floch with only one look. Floch was about to speak again but Eren made a move. He slammed his hand between them on the table, making Floch back fully away from her. The slam was loud enough to make her flinch, and to gather the attention of those in close vicinity.

“What’s your problem, Eren?” Floch asked in a condescending tone, rising to his feet, trying his best to stand up to Eren.

“You.” Eren leered, inching closer to Floch. They were so close they could feel their breath on each others faces.

(Y/n) felt like she had to do something before this escalated, she could feel the rage radiating off Eren and she didn’t know what he would be capable of, especially if he was a little tipsy.

“Eren, please,” she whispered, placing a hand in his shoulder, “Stop.”

“You heard her, Eren. Back off.” Floch threatened.

He shrugged her off, maintaining eye contact with Floch, not faltering one bit. Floch was about to push Eren, but Eren was the superior soldier (what with all his extra training and all.) Before anyone could realize what was happening, Eren had Floch on the table, gripping his wrists behind his back with one hand, the other holding his head. The room went silent, those who weren’t already watching turned their heads, their drunken gazes fixed situation.

(Y/n) tugged his arm. “Eren, please!” She said through gritted teeth. He listened this time, but he wouldn’t leave without saying a final few words to Floch. He leaned down and spoke in the struggling boy’s ear.

“You better stay away from her.” He said, his words tinged with venom.

He shrugged her off again but then grabbed her wrist tightly, dragging her out of the mess hall, their comrades silent as they watched (Y/n) and Eren exit. The door closed behind them with a slam, and they were alone in the hallway together. She tried to free herself from his grip, but Eren wasn’t letting up.

“Eren… let go.” She struggled. He wasn’t listening, he was too angry about what just happened. He was angry with himself, letting Floch (of all people) get so close to her like that. If he just would have said something sooner, she would have been around him tonight. Maybe it’s time to stop playing games…

“You’re hurting me…” She pleaded. He finally realized and let go.

He turned to face her, brows furrowed, an exhausted expression on his flushed face. “Sorry…” He mumbled.

She rubbed her wrist as she gazed at him. She sighed. “I think we need to talk,”

“There’s nothing to talk about.” Eren said, shoving his hands in his pockets and starting off in the other direction. He had enough of the evening. He thought it best to head to bed before he did something else he’d regret in the morning.

“No.” she said, running in front of him, blocking him from proceeding. She took in the sight of him, his messy hair, his flushed face, his green eyes, illuminated by a torch burning in the hall, and the moonlight coming in from the adjacent windows. Her mind went back to just a few moments ago, when she met Eren’s gaze from across the room, and then his display possessiveness over her. It was probably quite excessive in the moment, but the thought of it did something to her. She remained composed even though those fiery little butterflies were creeping back in again. “We need to talk.”

He grumbled. “Fine, but we’re not doing it here.” He said, walking past her. She followed him, walking through the dark corridors of the castle they were calling HQ. He finally made it to the meeting room. No one would be in here this late, it was the perfect place to talk.

He took a seat on the ledge by the window, arms crossed, gazing out into the night. She sat on the table facing him. They sat in silence for a while, Eren appearing more interested with whatever he was looking at outside. Some trees maybe.

She huffed, knowing she’d have to carry this conversation. “What was that?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” He said flatly.

“Don’t be an idiot. Why did you do that to Floch?”

“You know why.”

“I’m afraid I don’t.”

He was confusing her. The games he would play would frustrate her to no end. Helping her with her buckles, making and holding eye contact, his lingering touch. But then countering it with limited interactions, short, indifferent responses, brushing her off. She wanted him to say it plainly for her, that way she could know for sure.

Eren, though keeping his cool on the exterior, was having a battle inside his head. Mulling over the outcomes and consequences if he came out and told her how he truly felt right then and there. Did he dare get close and end up possibly losing her down the line? Maybe that was the unfortunate part that comes with the beauty of love. Like many things in this world, it must balance. Night and day, hot and cold… love and loss.

In any other situation, Eren probably would have shrugged her off like he normally did, but tonight he had some liquid courage in his system, making his better judgement take a step back for one night.

Eren turned his head to look at her, the moonlight that crept in through the window illuminated her beautifully, making her look angelic.

He pushed himself off the ledge of the window. He walked towards her at a painfully slow pace, eventually stopping almost on top of her so that she needed to crane her neck to look up at him. He stood between her legs; his gaze slightly softened but he wouldn’t allow her to see anything more emotional than that. “Do you really need me to spell it out for you?”

He breath caught in her throat as he placed a strong hand on her waist, another on her thigh, almost cupping her ass. She was speechless.

“I’m sure you can conclude why I did what I did to him.” He said, maintaining eye contact.  

He managed to take a step even closer to her. “I don’t ever want to see anyone get that close to you again.” He said firmly.

Hearing those swords stirred up a twisted sense of joy inside her. She wanted nothing more than to be his, but she didn’t want Eren to think she’d fall into his clutches so easily.

“I don’t really think you have the right to say that.” She spoke. “I’m not your property, I can talk to whoever I like.”

“Yeah?” Eren questioned. He got even closer to her, their noses almost touching. She grasped his upper arm, feeling how toned he was through his loose shirt. He tightened the grip he had on her waist slightly as he spoke: “That’s not really what you want though, is it. You wanted me to come over there and do something.” She could faintly smell alcohol on his breath. “Admit it. You feel the same for me as I do for you.” The tension between them was so thick, hearts beating rapidly, their need for each other growing exponentially with every passing moment.

“And what feeling is that?” She questioned without hesitation, wanting so badly, so desperately to hear him say it. Just once was all she needed to satisfy herself.

This sent Eren over the edge, frustrated that he actually needed to say it to her. He suddenly pulled her even closer to him, his hands gripping her tightly. “I want you all to myself.” He spoke, the words dripping off his tongue like sweet, sweet honey. “You’re mine. I don’t care about anything else. Just you.” He didn’t loosen his grip on her, the fire of desire burning so bright inside of him as he looked down at her. He admired her features, the way she gazed up at him with innocent, doe-like eyes, the need to possess and protect growing within him.

She placed a hand gingerly on his chest, gripping his shirt tightly and pulling him closer to her.  “I’m all yours, Eren.” She said, barely above a whisper, fully submitting to him.

That’s all he needed to hear before moving his hand from her thigh to her arm, tracing a slow, deliberate path that sent shivers cascading through her body.  His touch ignited an even stronger primal fire within her, and her body now demanded fulfillment. His fingers moved from her arm to the back of her head, tangling them in her hair, grasping it gently while pushing her face towards his.  

His touch was much gentler than she anticipated, but still strong and commanding. Their lips finally met in a searing kiss, a messy amalgamation of heat, urgency, and desire that set their souls ablaze. Their tongues and teeth clashed, her hands reaching up to play with the hair at the back of his head that never made it into his lazy, messy bun. As she pulled him in slightly closer, Eren’s need for her became much more evident. He pushed his body against hers, moving one of his hands to the small of her back, further pushing her into his body.

Her hands never rested, moving from his back to his waist, lingering on his abdomen and chest, then up his neck finally resting on his shoulders. But they wouldn’t stay there for long as she repeated the process again, never getting tired of the feeling of him under her touch.

He didn’t want the moment to end. The feeling of her dragging her fingers up and down his body drove him wild and had him craving even more from her. An ache that demanded satiation. He deepened the kiss, making it evident that he craved and needed more of her.

He reluctantly pulled away from her, his eyes lingering on her lips as if unwilling to let go. He removed his shirt, carelessly tossing it to the side, revealing his sculpted physique. The soft light accentuated the contours of his body, which further captivated her gaze. He stepped forward again. “Do you want this?”

She gazed up at him again with her doe-like eyes and nodded. He leaned in, his lips connecting with the taut skin of her neck before growling in her ear. “Then say it.” His hands reached for her belt, which he then slowly began unbuckling at a painful pace. She stayed silent until Eren looked into her eyes again, silently urging her to say what he wanted to hear.

“I-I want this.” She whispered. “I want you.” She gazed into those green eyes she was so familiar with, desire burning in her own. Despite everything they had put each other through, the toxic games they played with each other, they were here, right now, together. Eren stood up and smiled slightly at her as the words fell from her lips into the thickened air around them.

“Much better.”

a/n: I had a lot of fun writing this ngl... the TENSION, and just picturing eren getting all jealous just really got me goin ya know... I debated taking it further but I wasn’t sure if I should have lol

Edit: part 2 is now posted!!

MASTERLIST

[hardtofindeggs]

thinking about fwb!floch who always wakes up before you do so he can have some time to just admire your perfect features

fwb!floch that likes to make you breakfast under the gist that "your cooking tastes like shit. might as well show off a bit while I'm here. hey, who knows? maybe your dumbass would be able to pick up a thing or two?" when really he just wants you to look after yourself

fwb!floch that asks you how your day went in between kisses; "ha! since when did you give a shit about anything I do, huh, forster?" you always say- all he can muster up is a weak "whatever" before he goes back to leaving rough kisses on your lips

fwb!floch that HATES how close connie gets to you when you make him laugh. that seethes at the sight of jean fake fawning when you dress up for anything

fwb!floch that can only really get updates of you through armin, who's in the same politics class as him, or eren, who he follows around in hopes of you and him running into each other; even though you wouldn't really talk. all because you both (stupidly) agreed to pretend you don't know each other outside of your bedrooms

fwb!floch that hates being in love with you with every fibre of his being

[callie-the-creator]

they’re just like me fr…

[angieice]

Day 7 for OC x Canon Week on Twitter: “Brushing hair/You started it”

[vainilla-milk]

Flufftober Day 14 - Ruined confession

pairing: Floch Forster x Fem! Reader

tags: modern au, christmas eve

wordcount: 1.4k

It was the first time Floch dared to invite someone to spend Christmas with him alone.  Usually and following everyone's tradition, he used to spend these dates with his family, but this year he decided to do something different.

So he invited you to dinner on Christmas Eve. 

He planned it so meticulously that he spent the whole week prior to December 24 tidying and cleaning his apartment, you would never know that he even rehearsed the recipe for the dinner so that everything would be perfect. 

You had told him that you would be in charge of bringing dessert, but he had prepared some surprise treats anyway.

"Hey" he greets you as he opens the door to his apartment. 

You return his greeting with a smile. "I brought tiramisu" you announce excitedly.

Floch guides you to the kitchen to drop off dessert, on the short walk you notice how harmonious the place looked. There was a delicious aroma in the air that made you want to taste dinner right away. 

"My mouth is watering" you comment enraptured by the smell. Floch smiles feeling the butterflies invade his stomach, he wanted to surprise you in several ways tonight.

"It's dinner sign now" he replies getting ready to bring out the turkey. 

You really didn't have much to help, the table was almost ready and all that was left was the turkey to serve. 

You noticed how Floch was being very gentlemanly with you, despite his bad reputation as a problem person, it was always different when you were around him. 

"Thank you" you say as he pours the wine in your glass.

You both toast to Christmas Eve, the atmosphere is enveloped in a pleasant Christmas evening. Everything was peaceful, but Floch was dying of nerves to take the next step on this long-awaited date. 

"After dessert" he thought over and over again. 

You watched slyly as he glanced sideways at you and his foot kept fidgeting. You didn't know whether to attribute it to something in his family bothering him or if it was some anxious episode triggered by reasons unknown to you. 

You were quite worried about him, ever since you decided to put aside the prejudices and rumors around you. Thanks to that you met a kind person, faithful to his convictions, a bit stubborn, but very noble at the end of the day.

Of course the concern was mutual, Floch was with you in your most difficult moments of the year. You could count on him for anything, he proved that to you even before you became so intimate. 

"I'll serve dessert" he says, snapping you out of your thoughts. 

No sooner had Floch risen from his seat, however, than the light in the place suddenly cut out.

"What the hell..." he curses. 

You immediately shine your cell phone flashlight on the place. "It's okay," you reassure him. "It may have been an area-wide power outage"

Both of you go to the window and corroborate that the entire street has gone dark. You could visualize small white lights coming from other cell phones along with their owners peering out of their windows as well. 

Floch curses again, but internally. To make sure he knows what the current situation is, he knows to go out and interact with his neighbors.

"I'll be back in a moment" he tells you, you manage to sense bewilderment in his voice.

You are left alone in the apartment walking carefully, the light of the flashlight makes you see some red candles placed on a piece of furniture next to the Christmas tree. You decide to pick them up carefully and take them to the table to light them. 

Floch doesn't take long to return. "The neighbors said there was a power failure in most of the area, the power may not be back on for another hour" he tells you anxiously, you could tell by the way he increased the speed of his speech.

His restless steps stop when he sees the red candles arranged on the table where you were dining, when he seeks your gaze he finds a reassuring smile.

"Maybe it will look more romantic this way" you say without thinking. You don't realize your insinuation until you finish the sentence.

You watch Floch evade your gaze and scratch the back of his neck. 

"Uh... Yeah, yeah. It looks kinda romantic"

Your expression turns to one of bemusement, fearing you've made him uncomfortable. You were about to sit quietly, but considering how anxious you noticed him from earlier, you preferred to approach him.

"Are you okay?"

His gaze rests on you, with a bit of concern you could tell. You hear no answers, only see him nod under the dim lighting of the candles. 

You insist again.

"Are you sure? You can tell me"

Your hand comes to rest on his, feeling how quickly he responds to your grip.

Floch takes a deep breath without losing his eyes from yours. Unconsciously you close the space between him and you even more. 

Enveloped by the darkness and sheltered by a faint light, you bring your faces closer until finally your lips meet and give way to an awkward but gentle kiss.

It doesn't take long before they hear a neighbor complaining loudly and they part abruptly as a result of the sudden interruption of the silence. 

"Damn Christmas has been ruined by a stupid electric company!" he continued. 

Floch looked irritated, though your laughter made him forget about the annoying neighbor. 

"Christmas Eve has definitely been special" you joke, now with your two hands intertwined with Floch's.

He becomes aware of what has happened and looks at you in surprise.

"Wait... You too?" he asks incredulously. 

"Me what?"

Silence soon returns, yet your hands remain comfortably clasped together.

Floch loses the strength to speak, despite wanting to say it. To shout it out, rather.

You manage to catch what he means and smile playfully at him. Without wasting time you separate your hands from his and wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him to your lips for a deep kiss. Floch wraps his arms around you excitedly, almost melting his face into yours.

It's not until you run out of air that you finally manage to separate. 

"Let's make it official" you get straight to the point, much to her surprise. "Be my boyfriend"

"Fuck" he replies to you with a smile. "I was hoping to be the one to ask you dating, I didn't think you'd be the one to..." he starts to babble.

You roll your eyes still maintaining your smile, so you cut off his ramblings with another kiss, a shorter one than the last.

"You talk too much," you say. Soon you pull away and take him by the hand. "Let's go get dessert"

[pinkfluffybunnyy]

i heard from the heavens

summary: (Y/N) saves Sasha from the brink of death, and Armin crumbles into a million shards in her embrace.

(part of the sidelines series, oneshot, alternate universe - canon divergence, hurt/comfort, fluff & angst, possible medical inaccuracies {i dont work in the paramedic field so im not 100% sure on proper procedures and protocols, i just used what little knowledge i do have lmao}, gender-neutral hange zoe, listened to 'hold my hand' by lady gaga whilst writing this lol)

content warnings: guns, gunshots wounds, blood, near death experiences, needles, medications, medical jargon, mentions of hurting children

Jean burst through the door, his face drained of all colour.

“(Y/N), we need you now! Sasha’s been shot! ”

Her heart stopped for a second before she regained composure, her body feeling as if it had been drained of all blood.

“Get me the crash trolley!” she yelled at Artemis, who frantically ran to the back room.

(Y/N) shot up like a whippet, bounding into the back of the airship, Mikasa and Armin following behind her.

The scene before was something from a horror film.

Sasha laid on the floor in a pool of her own blood, Connie bent over her, holding her face, desperately trying to keep her awake. There was a crowd of men in the corner, shouting and screaming, kicking and hitting. It took a second for (Y/N) to see what they were exuding all their energy on, the crowd parting for a fraction of a second to reveal two children huddled into the corner, one holding a gun.

“Stop it, now! ” (Y/N) roared at them. “They’re children, just arrest them, for fuck sake!” Her blood boiled at the sight of a hoard of grown men beating children, whether they were killers or not.

It’s not their fault that they’re brainwashed, trained to be killers of an enemy they didn’t even know.

She crouched down next to Sasha, gently cupping her face.

“My my, Sasha, what have you gotten yourself into?” (Y/N) half-joked, trying to keep the brunette from panicking. Sasha let out a small breath in response.

Not a good sign.

(Y/N) began assessing the wound, looking for the entry point. Artemis barged in with the red metal trolley, immediately throwing gauze onto the floor for (Y/N). (Y/N) pulled on a pair of gloves before attempting to take a better look at the wound.

“Get me some towels!” she commanded, Jean instantly scrambling to oblige her command. When he returned, she took them from his hands, gently blotting at the excess blood. 

Abdominal gunshot wounds were critical, she had to act as quickly as possible.

“Help me sit her up.” (Y/N) said, Artemis coming to Sasha’s other side to help her sit up with her back against the wall.

“You’re gonna be okay, alright honey? We’re gonna fix you up.” (Y/N) soothed. Artemis held Sasha steady as (Y/N) applied an occlusive dressing, wrapping it tight around her with some bandages. 

“Jean, take over from Artemis.” He nodded in response and crouched next to Sasha, holding her up against the wall.

Mikasa and Armin were a sobbing mess, watching the scene unfold before them through bleary vision. Connie slumped to the floor, completely silent in his grief.

“Artemis, I need a tourniquet, cannula, a bag of 10mg IV morphine and a bag of 0.9% isotonic IV fluids.” (Y/N) took a pair of scissors and cut the sleeve on Sasha’s shirt, granting her access to the skin on the inside of her elbow. Artemis practically threw her the tourniquet, (Y/N) wrapping it just above her elbow before prodding at the skin, desperately searching for an adequate vein. Sasha was blessed with good veins, blue protruding from her paling skin, and (Y/N) thanked whatever gods may be out there. She pushed the cannula into her arm, Sasha hissing at the sensation.  “I know darling, I’m sorry, I just need to give you some painkillers and some fluids.” she soothed, completely focused on attaching the IV bags to her cannula.

“Radio.” she requested, Artemis pulling the radio from her pocket and handing it to (Y/N).

“Calling Trost hospital, I have a medical emergency, over.” she spoke into the radio, her eyes flicking over the Brunette as she pulled a torch from her pocket. “Sasha, I’m going to shine this torch in your eyes, just keep looking ahead for me as best you can, okay honey?” Sasha nodded weakly in reply.

“Patient status? Over.” a voice buzzed back from the radio.

“Nineteen year old Eldian female with a gunshot wound to the abdomen, occlusive gauze applied, 10 mg/ml of IV morphine and 0.9% isotonic fluids administered. Normal observations shall now commence, over.”

“Ambulance will be prepared upon arrival, over.” the radio answered.

“Roger.” (Y/N) replied into the small, plastic device.

Artemis dashed off to get an OBS machine, Sasha relaxing against the wall. 

“It’s too loud in here…” she murmured weakly.

“I know darling, it’s going to be okay.” (Y/N) soothed, offering the brunette a soft smile.

Artemis ran back in with an OBS machine, hooking up the wires to Sasha’s arms and hands. The machine whirred as the blood pressure cuff swelled with air, causing Sasha to wince. (Y/N)’s eyes flickered over the screen, breathing a sigh upon seeing the results.

She held the radio to her lips. “Figures. Heart rate is 34, SATS 85, blood pressure is 75 over 40. Over”

“Is that good?!” Connie asked, his voice laced with hope.

“The best we can ask for.” (Y/N) confirmed, stroking Sasha’s hair from her face, tucking it behind her ear. A heavy collective sigh was released by those in the room.

“Roger. Let us know of any status changes. Over.”

“Roger, out.” (Y/N) replied before breathing a heavy sigh.

Commander Hange pushed open the door, taking in the scene displayed in front of them. “We have 30 minutes until landing. How is she?” they asked, striding over to where Sasha was sat on the floor.

“Stable.” (Y/N) replied, looking up to the brunette. “We have an ambulance prepared for her upon landing.”

They simply nodded in response and retreated back into the front of the airship.

“Jean!” a voice called, causing everyone to turn their attention towards the source.

“These two got aboard using Lobov’s vertical manoeuvre gear. I’m going to toss them overboard. No objections, right?”

(Y/N)’s heart seared with rage, eyes widening at how the redhead could even begin to comprehend such a deplorable suggestion. “You have to be fucking kidding me?!” she roared. 

Jean slammed his fists against the wall, resting his forehead against the wood, lips pulled back in a grimace.

“Is throwing some kids off an airship… going to end this bloodshed?” he murmured, his voice strained, laced with frustration and pain.

(Y/N) looked away, unable to take in the scene before her. She instead focused all her energy on Sasha. Artemis brought her a damp towel, (Y/N) wiping it over Sasha’s face, cleaning the blood from her skin. Sasha smiled slightly at the comforting sensation, her eyes closed, head laid back against the wall.

(Y/N) smiled back at her. “Sasha, keep your eyes open for me honey. Can’t have you going to sleep yet.”

“I feel… like I’m floating…” Sasha whispered, her eyes glazed over in bliss. (Y/N)’s heart stopped for a second, her eyes flickering to the OBS machine before returning to the brunette. “Morphine does that to you…” she chuckled lightly, hoping that it was in fact the morphine causing her serene state and not her body failing on her.

The next 30 minutes felt like a lifetime. Time dragged itself along, seconds feeling like years. When they finally landed, Artemis and (Y/N) transferred Sasha onto a hospital bed with the help of the paramedics. As the paramedics rushed Sasha into the ambulance, (Y/N) gave the doctor a run down on Sasha’s current condition and her state of injuries. She went to follow the doctor towards the ambulance, however he stopped her, holding a hand out in front of her.

“(Y/N), get some rest. You’re covered in blood, you’re exhausted, and I’m sure you haven’t eaten nearly as much as you need to. I’ll take it from here.”

She scoffed lightly, going to push past the man stood in front of her. “I’m fine-”

“(Y/N).” he commanded, grabbing her arm. “Go. Home.”

She huffed a sigh, looking at the ground beneath her. “What is it you always say to us?”  She pursed her lips before replying. “You can’t properly take care of your patients if you don’t take care of yourself first, I know, I know.”

“Yes. And that applies to you as well.” He gave her a kind smile, releasing her arm.

She returned his smile. “Thank you, Nate. Please keep me updated if anything changes.”

“I will.” he said before turning to join the paramedics in the ambulance.

Just as she was about to turn around and walk away, she shouted back at him. “And if you don’t give her the best care possible, I’ll come back and I’ll beat your arse!” she shouted with a giggle.

Nate just laughed and waved her off before shutting the ambulance doors behind him.

She stood for a second, watching the vehicle speed away before breathing a weighted sigh, rubbing her face with her still gloved hand, wiping semi-dried crimson on her face. She pulled her hand back and grimaced. “That’s a hygiene violation right there.” she chuckled to herself before pulling the gloves off her dainty hands and pocketing them.

All of a sudden she was encased with a tight embrace, the force nearly knocking her to the ground. She looked up to see Connie, clutching her petite frame with a death grip, tears flooding from his eyes.

“Thank you so much!” he wailed, and (Y/N) smiled, gently returning his embrace.

“Don’t thank me, Connie. It’s what I’m here for.” she soothed.

The pair stood like that for a while, Connie wailing into her shoulder, soaking her tunic with his tears, (Y/N) returning his embrace and rubbing his back in an attempt to comfort his overwhelming emotions.

She laid on her bed, still in her blood-covered tunic, her hair a dishevelled mess, heavy bags hanging under her eyes. Breathing a sigh, a knock at the door stirred her from her daydreams, a golden halo and aquamarine eyes greeting her as the door opened. 

She smiled, “Hi, Armin.” Her voice was weak and strained.

“Hello, angel.” he whispered, walking over to her. Her heart skipped a beat at the pet name.

“How are you feeling?” she asked, placing her hand on his thigh as he sat beside her.

“...As okay as I can be.” he replied with a sad smile, brushing her hair from her forehead, gently cupping her cheek in his palm.

She knew that look. The sorrow in his eyes.

She knew the toll the war was taking him. Knew how much it obliterated his heart to have to crush an entire port to smithereens, killing hundreds of innocents he didn’t even know in the name of freedom. She knew it killed him as well, rotting him from the inside out.

Armin’s grief was quiet and reticent, silent and all consuming. He didn’t shout or scream, he wrapped it up within himself and saved it for when he was alone, decaying in his organs until there was nothing left.

She sat up, pulling him into a tight embrace, her hand flying to the back of his head to stroke his blonde locks gently. She heard his breath hitch as he snaked his arms around her waist.

“I know…” she soothed. “I know, and I’m sorry. I’m so sorry, Armin. I know you never asked for this burden.”

He nuzzled his face into her neck, tears burning his eyes. She rubbed soft circles into his back with her other hand, placing a soft kiss atop the crown of his scalp.

“I can’t do this anymore, (Y/N)…” he whispered, his breathing quickening in pace as he tried to control his emotions.

“I know, darling. I know. But I’m here, I’m with you. I’ll always be with you…”

There they sat, perched atop her bed, a god of destruction and death clutching onto a goddess of love and healing. The juxtaposition was almost laughable, but that made it all the more soul crushing. Opposites coming together and bleeding into each other, singing a bittersweet symphony of equity and harmony, balancing each other on the precipice of a steep cliff.

“This won’t be forever, Armin. It’s just now. And we’ll get through it together.”

Her words earned a harsh sob from the blonde as he let go, his emotions overwhelming and consuming him. She just sat there, holding him as he crumbled into dust before her.

“Let it all out, angel. It’s okay.” She rested her cheek on his head. “I know you’re scared, I know you’re in pain. But everything will be okay. Even heaven has clouds of grey sometimes.”

[anorsel]

𝐖𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐃 ; floch forster x reader.

𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚: Y/n left her friends and joined the yeagerists with desire of revenge. she feels drained as her hands are covered with blood. the only person who leads her through the hell is Floch.

𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒂𝒊𝒏𝒔: mentions of death, light smut, 3d pov, I think I messed up with canon plot, Jean is an ex.

𝒂/𝒏: hii ^^ I had lots of ideas with AOT recently so I'll write something down. I wanted to make a big book with slow burn but I think I'll just write one-shots haha! also I have a wattpad - anorsella. ty for attention!

𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒅 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕: 1,2k

𝒔𝒐𝒏𝒈: heal — tom odell

Cheerful conversations over glasses of wine at the same table with the soldiers-followers of Eren Yeager only helped to forget all the events that happened before the "split" of the army into yeagerists. An explosion in a building, the murder of Zackly, wine that turns people into titans... which, by the way, Y/n poured herself, and quite consciously.

Alcohol helped to calm her thoughts a little. It helped not to think, not to feel like a traitor to the people with whom she had been for about 10 years. It clouded the image of her ex, muffled the grief over her best friend. But, in fact, she probably just wanted to think so — wine didn't affect Y/n, and the army had very few strong drinks.

She got up and left the drunken yeagerists, went to the man who became the main light and support to her. The only one in whose words she felt the truth and wanted to follow him. His whole image personified freedom, and, no matter how contradictory it may sound, he served it. It wasn't Eren, not the one with whom Y/n exchanged three words a month, whose power was too much for her. And it wasn't Erwin Smith, whom she really admired, but in whom she saw the shadow of death lying on him and on his soldiers. The person she was going to was also alien to her, but he attracted her, he was the reason for her split, and, probably, if she could formulate her crumpled feelings for him into words, Jean would understand her. But he resigned himself and remained silent. Jean did not make it clear whether he forgave or not, he just covered his ears and left, also rushing between two fires, chasing the truth. This confused Y/n and gave the relationship with Floch Forster a certain shade of wrongness, regret and a huge mistake.

They haven't confessed to each other yet. She hadn't told Jean yet, and Forster hadn't opened up to her yet as well. They only said the unspeakable, they only felt. They were allies, they were friends, and it looks like they would become lovers tonight — in the midst of war and blood.

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Floch did not take part in drunken gatherings. Except that he spoke a few sentences, exchanged jokes, and then his smile abruptly turned into a stone serious face.

Floch seemed to be an absolute cynic, a fanatical idealist and a murderer. Y/n started becoming like him, which caused condemnation from her friends who went against Eren's ideas. And she couldn't go with them.

Floch and Y/n had a lot in common: they started their journey with dreams and hopes, with thoughts of fame and prosperity. They faced the horrors of murder and experienced real fear, which brought a few gray hairs to their young appearance and took away the sparkle in their eyes. They were both wounded and embittered, but Y/n still refused to stifle her emotions. She was like Jean in that sense. But he left, and she stayed on the easy path. And let it be. Now she wanted peace, revenge and to resolve the issue with Floch.

— Can I come in? — of course she could, Forster's room was open only for him and her.

— Come in. — a red-haired, very young guy was sitting at the table, but did nothing. His hand was propping up his cheek and he was looking thoughtfully out of the window. Tomorrow is another day when he will have to take up arms. Another day when she would have to kill, too.

There was silence. It was frequent between them, but comfortable enough.

— I keep thinking, is all this really necessary? All these deceptions, intimidation...

— Are you really going to discuss this with me? Do you really think about it when exactly your hands are covered in blood? — it's amazing how, for all his anger, hatred and cruelty, he was an empathic and sensitive human. Yes, Y/n saw him first of all as a human, not a soldier, and Flock appreciated that.

— I don't know.

Forster got up. He was wearing a shirt and pants, he looked relaxed, he did not hold his posture and did not grin. In front of her, he was ready to be like that. He didn't know why, but he seemed to know that she understood him.

He remembered how Y/n had been the first person to talk to him honestly after Erwin's suicidal outburst. He was rewarded for the feat, of course, but no one could imagine what he experienced then. He was angry at everyone and sarcastic only because he had to keep his pain to himself. But one day there was a case when Y/n, who was always joking with Jean about him, suddenly spoke quietly to him, her hand on his shoulder. Floch was angry that he had to listen to her, to look weak, he did not understand her kindness, because he hurt her, hurt her a lot. "You know, I wasn't there, — she said, — I can't imagine what you experienced, but it remains to accep the whole thing. you have a chance to look at the sun again. and perhaps to destroy the walls..." And he resigned himself, though having experienced such changes that he looking in the mirror did not believe that it was him.

Floch came up to her, not close.

— Okay. You need to get some sleep, I guess. But please, don't worry too much... — consolations were never easy to him. He was generally unable in the field of expressing the emotions, but for her he was ready to try.

The girl's eyes watered. She looked so sad, wistfully, constantly worried and nervous. It was noticeable, but the guy didn't want to say or do anything. He didn't know, and neither did she.

— Floch, how did we come to this? Floch, who are you?

— I do not know.

No one knew. Both felt that he had died on that field, and a new, strict, unapproachable man had come in his place, speaking in the words of Erwin Smith.

Y/n missed it so much. Y/n craved warmth. Y/n hugged him, and he stood in incomprehension, because they had never touched each other.

— It doesn't matter. I don't know who I am anymore either.

He answered the hug.

They didn't want to leave each other at all, because they were both starved for love.

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The kisses and sighs, the rustling of clothes, the greedy touches, but both of them are dressed and these actions have been going on for ten minutes. Y/n runs her fingers into his reddish-red hair, covers his cheeks and lips with kisses. Floch hugs her, buries his face in her neck.

Everything was going to that intimate moment of passion, after which they would blush when they were close.

Floch's hands wandered over Y/n's body in military uniform. They moved to her thighs and thighs, the heat increased and it affected much stronger than the wine.

— Push me away now. Otherwise I won't stop.

— Shut up, please, — Y/n whispered, unbuttoning his shirt.

The sheets were rumpled and their naked bodies were lying next to each other. They were breathing heavily and were in a state of euphoria, which was so rare. Floch didn't say anything. Y/n too. The silence was comfortable.

Tomorrow is another day when he will have to take up arms. Another day when she would have to kill, too.

[magicxc]

Sizes

Pairings: Survey Corps - their dick sizes

Word Count: 857

Warnings: none

A/N: this is so self indulgent, it aint even funny lol. Please enjoy what I think the bois are packing.

Eren - 9.5 inches

Phew I mean, this doesn’t take too much explaining…at least for me. Eren legit had the gall to wipe out 80% of the population so I can only imagine that he has the balls to match. It’s safe to say our boy is all bark and bite cause he’s absolutely backing up whatever the fuck he says. Needless to say, you need to be PREPPED before penetration.

Levi - 6.5

As my personal favorite of the bunch, daddy Levi is absolutely still working with sumn, okay!!! Let's not count our short king out the race. Matter of fact, I'm willing to bet my bottom dollar that Levi is giving you THEE best seggs. As fun as size kinks are, let's be real, it hurts before it pleases. And 6.5 is like the perfect length to comfortably kiss your cervix. That stamina? His insomnia? The low, sultriness of his voice? Yeahh, you can kiss a good night's rest goodbye and your pussy will absolutely thank you for it. It’s been said that Levi is one of the best in terms of ODM use because of how quick he is while maneuvering the gear and the way it’s used is by the wearers shifting a lot of their weight to their pelvis for movement. Once again YOUR PUSSY WILL THANK YOU! 

Erwin - 7.5

Though the Commander stands tall above his peers, he has some muscle mass to him and therefore I consider him a girthy fellow. Keep in mind this is the same man who stared down Reiner in his armor titan form, all the while being short one arm. It's been said that the horses that the scouts ride are bred specifically to outrun titans but what they leave out is that Erwins horse is bred specifically to carry balls as heavy as his. Lmfaoo this man is BRAVE, just daring a mf to try some shit. And he absolutely carries that trait into the bedroom as well. 

Connie - 7.5

Connie has always given me goofball vibes. That “huh” ass mf was sorta the comedic relief to the show and it’s like omg you brought dick too?? Funny men be getting me ngl jksjsks. It’s been said that Connie views the Scouts training almost like a summer camp and while he made the top ten his competitive edge doesn’t really set in until he sees someone doing better than him lol. I genuinely don’t think dick size matters to him all that much so when he becomes sexually active and gets so much praise, it’s like ohh wow - new kink unlocked.

Jean - 10 inches

I'm willing to physically debate this lmao. This is probably the only thing he’ll beat Eren in, but I whole heartedly believe that Jean is packing a SCHLONG. He’s always stood above his peers throughout the show and as he ages, it’s more prominent. Tall and skinny men are literally always packing and those pencils wanna write in every book. Mans would absolutely put Mikasa through a mattress if given the chance.

Onyankopon - 8.5 inches

Even though Ony doesn’t get a whole lotta screen time, I can safely assume his length here. This is the same man who fucking DARED Floch to kill him AFTER witnessing him kill a few others for refusing to fall in line. You wanna talk about standing on business? Ohhh Ony’s your man through and through. Mans is always fighting for the greater good and even willing to sacrifice his life for the cause; it’s safe to say you’d bark if he asked you to. 

Reiner - 7.0

Ok hear me out, mans is GIRTHY. And 7 inches isn’t a bad place to be at all. Very rarely do those beefcake ass men have length, but that doesn’t mean they're lacking. In fact, I’ll take it a step further and guess that Reiners smeat curves left. CHANGE MY MIND. Any man strong enough to wield that heavy ass armor titan is absolutely knocking the cobwebs off that pwussy. Needless to say, prep is still a must.

Armin - 7.0

Its certainly the quiet ones that shock you the most. Have you ever interacted with a chill and laid back man? It's definitely a reason for that and Armin is no exception. Although I consider him the least experienced, keep in mind that he is a QUICK learner. Every contort of your face and shift of your body is all the notes he needs to take to properly learn how to work your body over. And soon, you’ll be able to mold him to your perfect sex partner. That, coupled with his sweet attitude and sincere personality; sigh that bitch Annie really struck gold with this one. 

Floch - 8.0

If you look up unhinged in the dictionary, you’d literally find a picture of Floch. Many can make the argument that he may be overcompensating for something, but I di-fucking-gress. Even though he can be a bit off the walls, it truly was for good reason and all in the name of his country and THAT, my friends, is big dick behavior.

[levithestripper]

Sex Habits/What the Warriors + Survey Corps Are like in Bed Pt. 2!

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warnings: gender-neutral reader as always, mention of bondage, jerking off + masturbation habits, mirror sex, hair pulling, mentions of pegging, breeding kink, mentions of dirty talk + praise kinks, mentions of semi-public sex, thigh riding, dacryphilia

length: 1.8k || read on ao3 || part one

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Levi tends to masturbate very little. He just doesn't have the time for it with all of his training and missions.

What really gets him going when he's with a partner is when they scratch lines down his back. He likes to see the marks the next morning.

Levi is more dominant than submissive in bed. He doesn't like to let his guard down, not even in the bedroom.

He finds it very easy to hold back his moans since he isn't loud in the first place.

He will pull on his partner's hair if they let him. And if they want to pull on his hair, yes, please.

Levi will fuck his partner in front of a mirror, no questions asked. He'll make them stare at themselves, forcing them to watch as they get railed.

When it comes to jerking off, he does it very little. His sex drive is so low since he has so much stress in his life.

He doesn't get horny that easily, either. He can jerk off once a week and be good for the rest of the month.

Levi has a huge breeding kink as well. He loves to see his cum drip out of his partner when he pulls out of them.

Aftercare is a huge deal to him. He always has to make sure that his partner is feeling okay and that nothing is hurting.

Jean, on the other hand, jerks off almost every day. His sex drive is so high it's insane. Everyone in the barracks hates him for it.

One thing that gets him going is doggy-style sex. He loves to hit it from the back. He just can't get enough of it. There's something about seeing his partner's ass up in the air for him that makes him harder than a fucking rock.

Jean will always be the dominant one in bed. He simply doesn't like being submissive.

He finds it somewhat difficult to hold back his noises. It depends on the situation. If he's in the barracks, he can hold them back quite well, but if he's in private, he's gonna be as loud as he wants.

Jean will pin his partner to the mattress and fuck them silly.

One of his favorite places to go at it is in the barn/stables. It's somewhat private, somewhat public. Perfect.

Jean doesn't care how many times he's jerked off in a week, if he's horny, he'll do it again. His record is four times in a day.

He gets horny very easily. The wind could blow in his direction and he'd get hard.

Jean loves dirty talk. He will ramble the entire time about how dirty of a slut his partner is.

Aftercare is incredibly important to him as well. After sex, he'll rub lotion onto his partner's legs and back. Then, he'll cuddle them the rest of the night.

Like Levi, Reiner doesn't have a big need for masturbation. He has a moderate sex drive, but nothing insane like Jean has.

Reiner enjoys simple missionary the best. It works well and gets the job done.

He will again, always be the dominant one in the bedroom. He's never been slightly interested in bottoming.

Reiner is a pro at holding back his moans. He doesn't care where he is, he's gonna be quiet. He finds the noises he makes to be embarrassing, so he'd rather not hear them at all.

If he can't go all the way one night, he'd love it if his partner got themselves off on his thigh. Thigh riding is the best in the world to him.

Reiner's favorite place to fuck is in his bed. This man is basic as hell. It's comfortable, private, and has tons of blankets. Why fuck anywhere else?

He tends to jerk off at least once a week, less if he's particularly stressed.

Reiner can control when he gets horny. He's had one too many close calls in his ODM Gear to not have that talent.

He's also an enjoyer of dirty talk, but with a twist. He prefers it if his partner tells him what a dirty slut he is, not the other way around.

Reiner is the king of aftercare. He goes all out. He'll draw you a bath, rub your feet/back/legs, the whole nine yards.

If Floch doesn't get off at least once a day, he'll be even more of a prick than he usually is. Daily masturbation is a must for him.

Floch's favorite position is any position where his partner is face down and ass up. The rest he doesn't care about. He wants to shove their face in a pillow and rail them.

He's more open to being submissive, but he'd have to be convinced to bottom. He'd have to trust them with his life to bottom for them.

Floch really isn't the best at holding back his moans. He needs to cover his mouth with something most of the time.

After sex, he gets very tired very quickly. He tends to fall fast asleep in under ten minutes once he cums.

His favorite place to fuck is anywhere semi-public. He likes to take risks and the possibility of getting caught makes him cum even harder.

Floch's record for jerking off in a day was five in a row. His poor dick was sore :(

Floch gets horny like fucking that. Someone could look at him in a slightly suggestive way and he's ready to go.

He prefers praise to dirty talk. He doesn't like having someone be mean to him, regardless of the situation.

Floch isn't the greatest at aftercare, but he's not terrible at it. He asks his partner if they're okay and if they enjoyed it, and that's about it. If he sees that they're hurting, he'll do the best he can to fix it.

Armin has a tiny sex drive. He has so many stressors in his life, so sex and masturbation take a big backseat.

His favorite position is missionary or any position where he can see his partner's face. It's much more romantic that way.

If his partner asked to dominate him/peg him he would 100% agree. No questions asked. Rearrange his guts please and thank you.

Armin is terrible at holding back his noises. He feels amazing so everyone is going to hear about it. It's safe to say that no one enjoys when he gets laid, other than himself.

Armin is so sweet during sex it's almost sickening. He's just so lovey-dovey and romantic towards his partner. He wants to show them how much he appreciates and loves them as a person, not just for the sex they have together.

His favorite place to fuck (other than his bed) is the couch. Like Reiner, he's not interested at all in public sex or getting caught in the act. He'd rather fuck in a space where he's positive no one will disturb him.

Armin will jerk off maybe twice to three times a week max. He does it just enough to feel satisfied; no more, no less.

He isn't able to get aroused in an instant like some of his friends are able, but tease him enough, and you're in for one hell of a ride.

Armin definitely prefers praise to dirty talk. He likes to know that he's doing good, it makes him feel pleased that he's doing a good job.

Armin absolutely adores aftercare. He will rub your feet/legs/back after every time he has sex with you without you ever needing to ask him.

Eren's sex drive is somewhere in between Jean's and Reiner's. He would prefer to masturbate every day, but if he can't, he won't lose his mind or anything like that.

His favorite position is mating press. He loves being able to fold you in half and sink his cock inside right after. Nothing will get him harder than that.

If his partner were to ask to dominate/peg him, he could be convinced over time. The only thing holding him back is his fear of pegging hurting.

Eren is both good and bad at holding back his moans. It depends on the day, honestly. When he cums, however, there is not a pillow in the world that will muffle the noise he makes.

Eren likes to tie your hands to his bed frame if you misbehave. Being allowed to have that kind of power over you gets him going like crazy.

His favorite place to fuck would be his bedroom. It has all of his toys and it's private, what more to ask for?

While he prefers to jerk off every day, realistically he only gets a chance four times a week. Training doesn't leave much time for sex.

If he's overly tired, there is no way Eren's getting horny. Open and shut. But if he's not too tired, he's never one to turn down sleepy, gentle sex.

Eren prefers a combination of praise and dirty talk. If his partner does that to him, he cums practically instantly.

Eren and aftercare is an interesting mix. He will 100% give you aftercare, but every time varies on how good it is.

Bertolt probably has the most average sex drive out of everyone. He enjoys masturbating, but he can go for a time without it if he has to.

His favorite position is when he's laying behind you on his side. He likes to wrap his arms around your middle and slowly thrust into you.

If he were asked to bottom, he would, if it were the right person asking. If Bertolt loved and trusted this person completely, he'd be open to it.

Bertolt isn't very loud, to begin with, so holding back his moans isn't something he's got to worry about all that often. Every once in a while, a loud moan will escape him, but it's a rare occurrence.

Bertolt will cry during sex. Not because he's sad or anything, but because he loves you so much. Getting the pleasure to be with you in such a vulnerable act means the world to him.

His favorite place to fuck (other than his bed) would be the kitchens. No one's around and he gets to bend you over a counter. Win-win in his book.

Bertolt is very content with his sex life. He jerks off as much as he needs, and is never not able to, so overall he's delighted in that aspect of his life.

All you need to do to get him hard is a lot of teasing and foreplay. He's a simple man. You grind on his lap or bend over suggestively, he's going to get hard. Simple as that.

Bertolt 100% prefers praise. He doesn't enjoy being called a dirty slut or calling someone that. It makes him feel awful about himself.

Bertolt enjoys giving you aftercare, so he's very good at it. He'll draw you a bath if you want one, clean you and himself up, rub any of your sore muscles, and would do anything else that you asked him to do.