#armin artlert

[chrollohearttags]

the baby trapper | armin artlert

armin wants to make sure you don’t ever leave him. Even if he has to resort to desperate measures

content + themes: porn w/ a little plot, toxic armin making his triumphant return, baby trapping (new to writing this so forgive me if it doesn’t sound right), slight yandere vibes (?) missionary, rough sex, daddy kink, breeding (dk what it is with this man and breeding 😫), unprotected sex, he’s so terrible but he’s so sexy

wc: 1.7K

📝: trying to get my steam back a little and I also couldn’t stop thinking about @levisbaldheadedwh0re and his five baby mamas 😭😭 I’d like to think this is how his ass got them.

── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ.─── ── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.

you’d told yourself no..you’d said it time and again that you were done. That this would be the very last time you’d see him..that he didn’t deserve you. All of which were false except the latter. Because somewhere in the back of your consciousness, you knew…you knew it’d always be this way. A tumultuous, repetitive cycle of breaking up and making up even harder. Telling him you hated his guts only got him to be in yours hours later; saying how sorry he was and you’d always forgive him without pause. But this time, he couldn’t be certain…the risk of you actually following through on your promise was far too great. You made it abundantly clear that if he didn’t get his shit together, you were breaking up with him. And to take things a step further, you were moving out of this city and leaving his ass behind entirely. The prospect of you moving onto bigger and better things..new job that paid amicably, an apartment on a nicer side of town than where you currently were and of course, a better man. You had every intention of doing so too. That was until…

“Keep fucking me!…just like that. Right there..”

“Right there, baby? That’s your spot, ain’t it?..squeezing me so fucking tight—“

until you made the rather ignorant choice to make one last visit to the toxic, selfish man known as Armin Artlert. Giving your final plea of sorts; hoping that he’d beg your forgiveness and vow to be a better boyfriend. Because although he wasn’t the best fit for you in the slightest, there was still some semblance of love there. A part of you cared so deeply and didn’t want to let him go. But the truth was, that was pure, unadulterated lust! The connection you felt for him was nothing more than an attachment to his sex..the way he fucked you was incomprobable. Hadn’t met a man who could make you feel the way he did physically. Despite causing you pain in every other area..regardless, you looked past it once he got you out of your clothes and on his mattress, practically breaking the bed frame trying to put you through it.

“Arminnn!….oh my gosh..”

coiling both your wrists and ankles into his grasp, he’d keep you in place, pounding into that core with consistent strokes. Each one going deeper and deeper..drumming out loud whimpers and arousal all the same. A sheath of your juices were leaking onto the sheets, along with staining his cock. He didn’t care..he desired more. Almost as if he were addicted to it. You were already overstimulated; afraid that you couldn’t take another orgasm. All of this came only after he had eaten your pussy to the point of tears. Yet, here he was..determined to get more than his fill. Those blonde locks plastered to his forehead due to the pouring sweat trickling down his body. He always got this way when he was inside of you. The only time he’d give you his all; completely devoted to ensuring that you received the ultimate pleasures. Trembling and shaking, (y/n) gazed into those icy colored eyes, each of which were teeming with lust for you as he finally faltered his speed a little. Those arms..each toned and laced with detailed tattoos stood at your side like that of pillars. “Yes, baby? Something on your mind?”

at the moment, it was completely blank. Your brain dumbed and fucked out by his unrelenting resolve. Not to prove he would treat you right but to ensure that you didn’t go elsewhere. That even if you decided to get in that car tomorrow, drive miles away and never look back, he’d be forever imprinted in your memory..

“I-I can’t..no more, baby. Please…oh my gosh.”

however, that wasn’t the only way that Armin was planning to leave his mark on you. Because little did you know, he had devised a plan to ensure that the two of you would be bound for a lifetime. Whether you wanted to do so or not..

“No more? Oh, sweetheart..I know you can give me so much more than that..” his voice mirroring that of a very nefarious villain. Even patting your cheek and sliding a thumb between your lips for a small semblance of comfort. You looked so cute and utterly pathetic. So much so the sight made him twitch whilst buried to your hilt. That swollen cock head pressing directly against the entrance of your womb. He hadn’t been entirely honest when he invited you over for what he called “one last talk.”..hell, he had no intentions at all of sitting down and discussing the state of your relationship, what he could do to resolve it or how to be a better man. His one and true objective was to get you pregnant! He wanted you to be with his child, so that no matter where you strayed, you’d be reminded of him. He’d constantly tell you how he wanted you to have his baby and that you’d look so pretty carrying it. But you couldn’t in good faith raise a child with someone as irresponsible as Armin! His employment was constantly fleeting, he lacked all the skills required to care for another human being and you didn’t want that risk. But you truly had no choice..no choice but to lie there and take every inch of him as your beautiful brown eyes rolled to the back of your skull. As that appendage left an imprint in the pit of your belly, kissing the inner corner of that cervix. Your legs flailing midair and your toes curling to the max. He wanted to keep you like this forever..admire and treasure his most precious possession..

“I mean..I bet if I do this..” suddenly, you’d feel that swelling tension in your loins deepening when he rubbed your clit with his free thumb. “No wait!—“ “..you’ll come so hard, I won’t even be able to stay inside of you.” His voice is so condescending but soothing in a way. He gave you sweet nothings with the most sour of intentions. Knowing that he wasn’t going to allow you to leave here tonight without every last drop of his seed in your womb. Until he saw the lines on that test indicating a positive result. He needed it..he needed you so fucking badly!

“So that’s why I want you to take it…take all this fucking dick, sweetheart. You’re such a good girl..the only one who can get all of my nut. So do it..take it just like you did the other ones.”

it was then that those vigorous thrusts would resume. Even harder than before and he didn’t care that he had now freed your hands and you were utilizing them as a means to slow him down. He’d merely put them right back where they started. “If you can’t keep your hands to yourself, beautiful. I guess I’ll just have to hold them again.” Meanwhile, he’d release another maniacal laugh and shove his tongue between your lips; swirling it around your own until you were whimpering into his mouth. He had maximized his speed and was rutting those hips until you felt him to the hilt. That tight cunt made even more constricted by his previous loads that had been sloshing around. Throbbing and leaking as he thrashed you around. His thick girth and long length fill every sector of you. He had full dominion over this body and wasn’t letting go!

“Are you gonna do as I asked, baby? You’ll do whatever I want, right?..”

“Y-yes, daddy! Fuck meeee..”

“And you’re not going any fucking where, isn’t that right?..”

“No…oh my gosh, just don’t stop.”

your answer seemed to satisfy his ego well enough and that was all he needed to persist. Smirking down and rewarding you with another kiss, Armin gently stroked the side of your face before leaning back up.

“That’s right, baby. Get used to calling me daddy..because I want to get you pregnant. Fill that pretty pussy up..you ready?” You’d vehemently nod with tears in your eyes. Begging for him to do so..to make you his forever. With only a couple more strokes, he’d take an inch or so out and for his final thrusts, slow down.. “..c’mon, beg me. Lemme hear you say that shit. Tell me you want my babies..tell me you want me to get you pregnant.” Leaving you no option than to do so and truth be told…

“Come in me, daddy! Please..give it to me..”

“There we go…now hold still..”

you wouldn’t want it any other way! Finally, he’d come to a halt and you’d feel that earlier throbbing increased tenfold. All that mounting tension of being between those tight walls had finally caught up and he couldn't hold or pull out. “Ah—haaa..shit, coming!”

pulling you into his chest, Armin would empty every last remnant of his cum into your womb, filling your stomach with every ounce, joining the other two that had followed before. You were stuffed to the brim; overflowing with the warm, white substance by the time he finished. Those strings of silky fluid didn’t come without a chorus of empty ‘I love you’s’ and tearful cries. He made you linger on every word. Hold on to hope that he meant what he spoke. But even if there wasn’t a hint of truth in his statement..

“Thank you, sweetheart…for letting me fill you up..look at that. Gonna look so pretty with my baby..I love you.”

it was too late. You were already trapped inside of his web!

[happybird16]

Getting emotional over how much the world changes in Armin's life time. I mean, look at Shinganshina earlier in the series

An old fashioned town with barely any room to breathe in between the wood-and-cement houses. Surrounded by suffocating high stone walls.

Then look at it without walls

Then, years and years later, it's a sprawling city-scape. Armin gets to see his little home town expand and grow, skyscrapers beginning to tower up above. How much technology must grow in a single lifetime...

[lovaesworld]

“open your mouth." you stuck your tongue out letting basketball player!armin tap his dick oozing with precum against the flat of your tongue. you wrapped your hand around his thick cock rubbing your thumb over his leaking pink tip. armin that sometimes needed his supportive best friend to suck him off to calm his nerves before a game he was nerves about.

"fuck." armin let out a breathy moan letting you kiss along his length, sticking your tongue out gliding from the base to the top. armin started becoming frustrated at your teasing. "do it right, y/n." he watched you finally latching your mouth on his cock, saliva running down his cock as you stroked him up and down. you bob your head going down letting his still throbbing tip hit the back of your throat. he could already feel his body quivering at the warmth of your mouth, watching you deep throat him. his head threw back moaning lowly every time your throat tightened around his dick.

armin would grab the back of your head shoving his dick down your throat allowing his balls to slap against your spit covered chin, senselessly face fucking you. nasty gargling sounds of you gagging on him filled his ears, tears started to blur your vision at the rapid assault at your throat. the squelching sounds could be heard throughout the locker room. he felt himself twitch in your mouth shoving your head further down making you breathe through your nose. armin shooting ropes of cum down your throat, you pulled away cum oozing out of your mouth. "we still have time for another round."

[purrsuit1]

“I’m not enough, I’m not him”

(I’m sorry guys 🥲)

[jjkeremika]

AoT men in your class hit on you

description: you’re in classes with the men from attack on titan; they try to flirt with you.

pairing: reiner x reader, armin x reader, connie x reader, jean x reader, eren x reader, levi x reader, erwin x reader, zeke x reader, galliard x reader

*unspecified gendered reader*

Reiner

Reiner flashed you his prettiest smile, the one he’d practiced in the mirror on occasion, the one he knew looked nice. The smile was contagious, sparking a small smile to grow on your face as you peered at him out of the corner of your eyes.

He’d keep the smile as he’d scratch at the back of his neck, asking, “Want to study together for the next quiz?” Reiner would flex his bicep a little more, raise his eyebrow and smirk seductively, run his hand through his shirt blond hair. “I’ll test you. Tonight”

Armin

You were surprised when Armin asked for your help with studying. He’d been scoring the highest in the class until recently, which you had assumed to have been a fluke.

Armin would curl his toes into the ground and bite the inside of his lip as the heat rushed to his face, as he lied about his level of understanding and hoped you’d believe it. Hoped you’d spend extra time with him, one-on-one.

“If you have the time,” he’d added cautiously, your silence unsettling him. “There’s no pressure, but Id repay you however you… please…” He swallowed hardly, you watched his adam’s apple bob. “However… unconventional.”

Connie

Connie would scratch the back of his neck in embarrassment, faux-confidence reeking off his skin as he flexed his muscles and tried to appear solid. The light sheen of sweat and pink blush across his cheeks exposed the truth, but you were willing to look past it because it was so warm out.

“Hey, y/n…” His usually loud voice was quieter today, a usually unbound announcement finally directed towards someone—you, “how are you feeling for this next quiz? I-I can help you if you need it.”

You couldn’t stifle the laugh in time before it was bubbling off your lips, making Connie’s face darker but also causing him to chuckle a little too. “H-hey, why is that so funny?”

Jean

Jean always tried too hard to impress you. Fumbling the ball because he checked to see if you watched him catch it; missed the goalpost because he focused on you being on the sideline and not the direction of the ball; wiped out during the mile run because he spent more time waving at you than watching the trail.

You tended to any wounds after, unsure if the blush that intimately graced his face was from the embarrassment of failing or the fact that your hands were on his body or both. Maybe it was on purpose, always needing your help.

Both yours and his gazes were fixed onto his ankle, where your hands were slowly and wrapping a bandage around the bruised skin. "Thank you... for always helping," Jean uttered coyly, looking up to make eye contact, his skin warm. "Maybe I can return the favor somehow." He looked away, the pink turning a deep red, but his fingertips were brushing your upper-arm. "Help you..."

Eren

Eren had sat next to you today, waving slightly. You greeted him and Mikasa as she sat on his other side. "Hey," he greeted softly, "did... did you get a haircut?"

"Yeah," you nodded, running your hand through the strands quickly. He blushed and looked away, facing the table.

"He thinks you look nice," Mikasa said plainly, smiling at you from behind him, which prompted him to look at her in a flash of horror and embarrassment and whisper-shouted, "Mikasa! Stop!"

You laughed, the magnetic sound pulling Eren's attention back towards you. "I think you look nice too, Eren," you complimented, biting your lip shyly.

He froze for a moment, struggling to remember how to breathe. "I, uh, um," he started, swallowing in between, "You look... nicer."

"He'd think you'd look nicer on a date together," Mikasa chirped from behind him, settling into the chair. He shouted at her again, the blush deepening.

Levi

Since you normally spent time in a group, having it be just you and Levi felt a little awkward. Most of the time he didn't speak anyway and you silently traced his features, appreciated each angle. You fiddled with a ring as you debated topics to bring up, wondered if he wanted to even speak to you at all. That was the thing with him. You had no idea where you stood.

You had opened your mouth to speak when he interrupted, "Did you get a haircut?" Same tone as always, but he was looking at you now with that iron gaze, the one that sucked the air out between them like a vacuum.

You hummed and nodded. "It looks nice." He reached his hand out and briefly touched the loose strand in front of your ear. "Suits you."

Erwin

Erwin had called out your name in the hallway to grasp your attention, his tight t-shirt immediately catching your eyes as he rushed over to you. It didn't help that he was so tall, and your eyes met at his nipples, and his shirt was so tight.

He repeated your name which caused your attention to move from his chest to his lips. He'd said something. You weren't paying attention. Shit.

"Sorry, what?" you asked sheepishly, blushing from embarrassment. Because it was him, the guy who always gave off the perfect persona, the guy who didn't need to ask because he was always listening.

Erwin laughed and repeated his offer to carry your textbooks to class, taking them from your hands before you could respond and walking alongside you.

Then you watched him unintentionally ignore a friend, someone who tried to say hi to him but he was oblivious to it. You couldn't explain it, but the fact that he didn't hear it made your palms sweat. You thought he was always aware, always listening.

But maybe that was just because he was always listening to you.

Zeke

You had fallen into step with Zeke after Jean and Eren ran off together, racing and arguing over some obsolete, absurd test of masculinity.

"Are you going to join them?" you asked him jokingly, pointing towards the immature boys trying to trip the other one as they both ran.

Zeke sighed, "I'd hoped you knew me better than that." He slumped his shoulders dramatically, and clutched his hand over his heart. "Oh, how your words wound me."

You rolled your eyes. "You're so dramatic, just like your brother." Zeke scoffed as you shrugged. "But that just means it runs in the family. Besides, you're way more mature than your brother. Like, he's not even on the board. So--"

"You are quite mature... and remarkable," he interrupted. You blushed, automatically retorting with a sarcastic commend, "Okay, well I didn't say you were remarkable."

"I'd like to be," he said plainly, stopping to look at you, "to be remarkable to you. To mean something to you."

Galliard

Normally Galliard only approached you on days where Reiner was all over you, picking on Reiner in front of you every chance he got, puffing his chest out slightly whenever you laughed.

Today, though, you were sat at your desk alone when he walked over and sat in front of you. “Hey, Porco,” you greeted, smiling, originally intending to quickly glance up but your irises caught on his and now they felt tethered.

“Good morning, y/n,” he replied smoothly, his tone different when Reiner wasn’t around, when it was just you two. It was silent for a moment, the only sign of time passing being the other students moving around you. “Heard Reiner asked you out. Wanted to hear what charity you were a part of that made you say yes.”

You laughed, covering your mouth in embarrassment when other students looked at you. He smirked, a light pink embracing his cheeks. "We should go out sometime," he added, winking, "Whatever time Reiner's thing is."

[luxesiren]

i wanna talk about armin and eye contact.

he doesn’t take his eyes off you for a second as your hips roll over his, your nails digging into his skin almost leaving indents — a permanent mark that he could have with pride.

his eyes never leaves yours as you try on that pretty little dress he bought for you two weeks ago, it’s almost too short in the back but he doesn’t care. he watches as it hugs your skin and how you look at yourself in the mirror with it on.

his eyes never leaves yours as you get mad at him but you know it’s something small and that it wasn’t even worth getting mad over. he looks you in the eyes as he says, “you know i love you, right?”

his eyes never leaves yours as you’re begging him to make you cum from the stroke of his fingers, “keep your eyes on me and i’ll think about it. c’mon you can do it.”

i just think armin and eye contact, yk?

[thedoll-ri]

- EREN YEAGER

- CONNIE SPRINGER

- ARMIN ARLERT

[chuuyasballz]

Attack On Titan characters as random screenshots in my phone (part 22)

Link to other parts

[nightfall-kachiniko]

⋆｡𖦹 °.🐚⋆❀˖° HUSBAND! ARMIN HEADCANONS

paring: husband!armin x you

cw: some smut, and a lot of fluff. hes so loveable I love armin .

- Although your husband is the rather busy commander, he always makes sure to spend some time with you.

- Mainly that’s because he can’t be away from you for more than a few hours without having a stroke. He doesn’t seem like it, but he really is clingy. He always wants you by his side, and him by yours. He can’t stand being gone the whole day without any sort of interaction from you, it’ll drive him nuts.

- He expects a kiss when he walks out the door, and a kiss when he comes home. And if it’s a stressful day you know he’s gonna be rubbing up on you, begging for cuddles. (Come on you have to give it to him)

- He can’t stop touching you. Maybe it’s by habit, but there’s always a hand on your thigh or holding yours. Even brushing the hair out your face, that’s all that man does. he loves fidgeting with your wedding ring too. Especially kissing it when he kisses your hand. He worked hard for that ring, and he couldn’t imagine who else he’d want to wear it.

- BUT MY GOD SLEEPY ARMIN. Him all passed out on his messy desk, soft snores filling the air as he rests his head on top of his arms. Poor baby’s exhausted, he’s barley had any sleep in days, and you know how badly he just wants to rest. I can just imagine you walking in on him and you drape a blanket over him to keep him warm. God he’d love that <3

- armin’s so soft, even in the bed when you two are making love. I know this man loves some Lacey lingerie but would never say it. He’s the type to be too shy to buy you some for Christmas, but desperately wants to. He’d see a sexy pair in the store and would imagine you in it all day.

- He’s so vanilla omg 😭 When you two do get intimate, he’d do his best not to hurt you.

“It doesn’t hurt does it lovely?” Like yes it does please fuck me harder commander.

- into grabbing your hair, or pulling it back into a ponytail while he does back shots. Obsessed with the way your ass jiggles with every thrust he does. He loves how pretty you look with his hands running down your body, and with his creamy cum all in your cunt.

Please wear some white lacey lingerie for him. His dirty thought are all about you. (Visual link)

[vookio]

tutor armin

clock ticked as his eyes followed your pencil, carefully examining the lines it drew. his palms felt sweaty. were you always this slow? he knew your grades were good which left him feeling confused on why you needed him to help you go over a problem 23 times.

he was also confused when his hand wrapped around your soft strands the other laying over his mouth blocking any sound that dared to exit. he looked down at you. your pulpy lips contacting with every part of his cock, tongue swirling around it in between touches.

"take your hand off min, wanna hear you" your voice made him gulp. it was so tempting but he couldn't, not when your sweet parents were down stairs discussing the fact that you had finally brought over a decent guy.

armin's glasses rested on the tip of his nose, his head thrown back as sweat beaded up on his forehead. he looked ethereal, like a god even. your muscles sped up making armin jolt from his comfortable position, one of his hands clutching onto the carpet. the sound of his quiet huffs and whines filled your ears and mind when he released his ropes inside of your mouth, some squirting on your upper lip when you pulled him out.

"wanna tutor me again sometime?" armin knew what that meant. he also knew he wasn't going to say no.

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[15megapixels]

mikasa trying to break the ice

[chrollohearttags]

hershey kisses • armin artlert

armin gives his special girl an orgasm like she’s never had..

content warning + themes: nipple play, p!rn without plot, nipple orgasm, queer bestie armin bc I love him sm, black fem reader, creaming, reader is ovulating, clit rubbing, squirting, ear nibbling, armin being a soft dom (and so hot), back kissing/licking, use of pretty girl, sweetheart and mama

📝: I couldn’t stop thinking about armin + him being a pleasure dom and just caring for his bestie. Like I’m sitting here melting 🥹🥹

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“Here, open your legs, baby..I promise, you’ll like it.”

“Are you sure, Armie? I don’t know about thisss..”

words emitted with a whiny laugh as you sat between the legs of your best friend. Back pressed to his chest and his leaning against your Victorian style headboard..painted in off white, cream coloring and lined with pastel pink pillows and stuffed animals. His tattoos and metal nipple piercings grazing your gorgeous skin. Honestly, he couldn’t believe that the two of you were actually here again…touching all over one another when all it did was lead to more trouble. Even so, you guys always ended up like this: hot, bothered and naked, making out and fucking after coming from a night out at the club or a long week of work. Over the past few months, since the inception of this little entanglement, you and Armin had learned a lot about each other. He had discovered that he leaned more towards being pansexual, rather than outright gay. He felt far more comfortable embracing fluidity in his sexuality and you?

“Relax, sweetheart. Have I ever led you wrong? I mean, you said it yourself that nobody makes you feel the way I can.” cooing to you with gentle kisses trailing along your neck..gentle hands grazing your bare shoulder blades as you had just left the shower..feeling refreshed and warm. Wrapped up in nothing more than a towel that he so delicately removed from your frame..he could sit there and admire you for hours without growing tired.

“You smell so good..and your skin, it’s so soft. You been using my stuff again?” Referring to the peach scented body cream he kept alongside his countless other skin care products he kept in his bathroom. But he didn’t mind. You wore it so much better than him anyways..including the shimmery butter that made your cocoa complexion glistening underneath the pale LED lighting. Besides, you could get away with anything when you smiled at him like that. “And if I was?..” retorting with a soft giggle before turning to kiss him. Your lips met a gentle peck, letting your tongues collide in a passionate barrage of kisses. As you made out, Armin slowly began to snake his arms around to your front. Those big, supple breasts cradled in his veiny hands; perfectly manicured and neat, decorated with silver rings. Suddenly, your breath would hitch in the back of your throat. Those sensitive nipples getting pinched by his fingertips and massages delicately.

“Then I guess I’ll just have to do this..”

what exactly that was? You weren’t sure yet but you’d know soon enough. The friction between your buds and his pads pressing together..rubbing slowly to create and drum up tingling sensations. In your toes, your entire body and especially that core. Dripping with only a few subtle touches so far and this was only the beginning. As your eyes began to flutter, Armin would instruct you to keep them open and strictly on them; twisting your head around whilst he played with your nipples. Tracing slow circles around the areolae before bringing those fingers back up to your quivering mouth to slick with saliva.

“There we go, pretty girl. Open up f’r me..” his higher pitched tone, one some would consider feminine rang out in your ear. He didn’t even have to look and yet he knew your body better than any man you’d ever let touch you prior. He could always sense when you were ovulating and in need of a good session. One that satisfied you mind, body and spirit. Anything to avoid some loser who didn’t deserve to be in your presence, less known getting some pussy get the best of you. Sure, he could fuck you senseless. Bend you over and make you chomp down on your plushies or a nearby pillow. Or even fold your legs up to the headboard and give you deep strokes while your vibrator went crazy but that wouldn’t do. He wanted you to experience a different type of pleasure. One that would have you addicted once you became used to the feeling. Between your trembling thighs lied that little sweet spot..quivering and spasming on nothing more than air. Cream leaking from that freshly shaved cunt as he continued to tease your most sensitive of pressure points. Nibbling on your ear, kissing on your neck and leaving soothing pecks all along your shoulder blade and back.

“Arminnnn…oh my..fuck—“

“Look at you…so cute like this. I swear, it makes me wanna keep playing with you all night.”

when he first told you that an orgasm by merely having your nipples played with was possible, you stared at him as if he were absolutely crazy. You didn’t think such a thing could ever happen and yet, here you were…about to climax and he hadn’t even so much as touched your clit yet! Gasping for air, (y/n) became undone right there in his firm grasp. Armin’s legs coiling you to keep you in place. “Shh..it’s okay, sweetheart. Just breathe with me, okay? I know it feels good and you wanna come so bad…but just hold on.” Those subtle kisses doing little to quell you but when he spoke to you so carefully and delicately, you had no choice but to listen. Faint traces of drool seeped from between your lips as he kept rubbing. Going counterclockwise, twisting in all sorts of directions before clamping down yet again. You’d try to wiggle around, even rut yourself against a nearby pillow to get off but alas, that was useless. He’d pop your leg and command you to stay still..

“No cheating…just let me get you there..” “okay, okay!..please, I just wanna come..”

and soon, your tireless groveling and pleas would pay off. Because alas, he’d let those lengthy fingers glide down your belly and to that fat little pussy, where he spread those lips apart and rubbed that little clit for just a moment. But it was abundantly clear you were far more stimulated than expected. With only a few seconds of gentle massaging, you were flooding the sheets, squirting all over his hands and the bed. So bashful of such a reaction but it was exactly what he wanted to see!

“Aww, good job, baby..you came so hard..” watching you writhe and cry out in pure bliss and ecstasy. There was no way that a little nipple rubbing garnered such a reaction but you’d never question his again! Allowing you to ride out your climatic high, Armin spun you around once more before kissing you. “That feel good, mama? Did you like that?” Questioning with that sweet yet nasally tone, cooing to you like a baby. And you nodded, still dazed with a fucked out expression. Bopping your nose, Armin placed a kiss to your forehead as you lie in his arms.

“I told you, you gotta trust me more often. I’ll do whatever it takes to please you.”

[st4rb3rr13s]

omg heyyy🧡

anyways you should totally do I fic what diff aot boys are like seeing you in lingerie💗🤭

OMGG WAITTT THATS SUCH A GOOD IDEA !!

Aot Boys seeing You in lingerie

Eren, Armin, Jean, & Connie seeing you in lingerie.

Warnings: smut, a tiny bit of angst w/ Jean & Connie, fingering, nipple play, dry humping, oral, (all female receiving)

❥ Eren just got back from work. His job as a surgeon was something that his father, his great grandfather, and many more generations had become. Or they were at least something in the medical field. His mother was even a psychiatrist. He didn’t think he was going to go into the medical field until his brother became an engineer, and his sister wanted to become a lawyer.

He didn’t mind the job, though. It’s his father’s practice, and it’s going to be given to him in a couple years. More time means more experience. It just had put a lot of stress on him. A lot of nights, pent up frustrations and worry had left him unsatisfied when he went to sleep. One of his worries was you. He wishes he could’ve been home more, with you and his dog Daisy. The three of you watched tv, as you two ate dinner. You two haven’t even eaten dinner together in weeks. Of course his job is night shift and your job is only day shifts. He just misses you.

That stupid job is the reason why he’s coming home at 1 am, tired and missing the warmth of your body. He took off his shoes, making sure not to be too loud before tip-toeing to the kitchen. The dinners and notes you made for him always brought a smile to his face. He’s just so appreciative of you being his partner.

He quietly ate your dinner while watching shows on his phone. He heard something move in his bedroom. His head perked up, squinting at the dark hallway leading to the white door. He probably should check what it was, but he shrugged knowing it was probably something falling.

Once he was done, he rubbed the sponge onto the dishes, making sure the plates didn’t make loud clanking sounds. His hands placed the plates back into the cabinets like he was a thief replacing a fake item back into its case. He walked through the creaking hallway. Sadly, his hallway is so squeaky it’s impossible to be quiet.

He opened the door to see you awake. You were bent over, ass in the air as you watched something on your phone. Your head turned, seeing Eren. His eyes couldn’t stare into yours as the pink two-piece lingerie fitted your body so well. It was all see through but had leg garters. His eyes found your pussy, soaking the material in your arousal.

“Well?” You asked. He licked his lips before looking into your eyes.

“You look.” Eren paused, feeling the blood rush into his dick. “So fucking sexy mama.”

He walked over to you, putting his cold hands on your soft plump ass. You groaned, before grinding your ass on his erection. What Eren didn’t know was you missed him just as much as he missed you. You missed how he knew exactly what you wanted and knew how to give it to you.

He slapped your ass, before rubbing the plump. Your skin had always been so delicate, turning red at the first slap. He smirked before sliding his fingers close to your core. Your slick has drowned the lingerie, he even wonders if you can wear it again. He pushed the lingerie out the way before sliding through your stride, before going back up to your clit.

You gasped as his index started to rub your clit slowly. You’ve been waiting for this for a week, since you’ve ordered the lingerie. You remember sitting in your apartment, wishing our toy was your man. You wanted him to walk in with you playing with yourself, but of course he texted you saying he had an extra shift. You sat on your favorite clothing store, scrolling through pants, shirts, until you saw the lingerie set. You knew that it would set him off.

His finger stopped, making you whimper. His fingers went up and down from your clit to where you wanted him most. It felt long and painful hours, but it was just seconds. You hummed, giving him those big doe eyes. His lustful eyes were in contrast to your innocent eyes. Or innocent looking, because you definitely weren’t innocent.

Eren plunged one finger inside, making your mouth turn into an o-shape. His finger went in and out of you slowly, wanting you to get used to his fingers. Your pussy was just so tight since he hasn’t fucked you, all he can think of his length inside of you. Being snug on his dick, as he thrusted into you over and over again. Getting deeper into you everytime he thrusted in. But first, he needed to prep you. Eren leaned into you, giving you wet kisses.

The sloppy pecs were nothing in comparison to how sloppy your pussy was. Eren slid another finger into your folds, making more of a mess for him. You were so soaking wet for him, it was all too much. You felt a pit in your stomach, making you rut your hips into his fingers. He was knuckles deep, making sure to curve right into the spot you love most. His thumb came in contact with your clit, rubbing fast circles on it.

“Cum for me, baby. Give daddy what he wants, yeah?” He muttered. That was the final push for your high-pitched moan, more like a scream, came out. Cum squirted all over his pants, leaving a wet spot where his tent was. Your eyes were closed, nails digging into the sheets as stars filled your mind. You took a couple deep breaths, leggings shaking. You heard a belt buckle come undone, letting you know you were in for a show.

❥ Armin sat in the living room with you, circling your thigh. His vanilla scent waved through your nose as the two of you cuddled. Armin was one of the best boyfriends any girl could ask for. He treats you well, knowing every rule in the book. He makes sure you're ok, mentally and materistically. If it was cold he’d buy you those big jackets that your mom would’ve paid for, but he knew it would keep you warm. During the summer he made sure you had enough summer clothes like shorts and bathing suits. He just wanted to make sure you were ok and never lacked.

One thing Armin lacked to realize is you needed physical needs. Armin doesn’t mean to not fuck you, he just barley thinks about it. If he’s horny he’d tell you, but lately he’s just been too invested with other things. Such as work or spending time with his loved ones.

The two of you especially haven’t been able to be alone since you just got a house. People have been over every single day, giving you two home gifts or food. You were thankful really, but you could never get your hands on your man! He was just everywhere. But today was your two’s day. The only day you wouldn’t let any distractions mess that up. You only have one day a month for this, and you both always looked forward to it.

You looked up at him, giving him an innocent stare. He was so pretty, you didn’t know how you were his first girlfriend. He is very introverted but he’s also hot. Lots of girls like nerds, so it just surprised you. Maybe he rejected them before you? Your head tilted as you saw his cheeks turn pink.

“The show’s pretty good.” Armin muttered. You hummed, ignoring the show. You two picked a show to watch while cuddling, but it was boring. Well, you couldn’t tell if it was boring or if you were just horny. You crawled closer to Armin’s face, giving him a peck before kissing him on the cheek. A soft, sweet, kiss. His eyes gave you a questionable glance. “I can see you’ve been watching the show.”

“Of course, angel.” You spoke, before giving him another kiss on the cheek. He groaned, before kissing you back. Your tongues collided with each other, trading each other’s dna. Armin’s tattooed hand runs down your arched back, trying to get more of him. He gasped, holding your hips down to his dick. “Min, I’m so desperate for you.”

“I am too honey, keep grinding like that, fuck.” Armin muttered. You laughed, leaving Arming confused. You never randomly laughed in the middle of something like this? Nothing about you grinding your clothed pussy all over his clothed dick was funny. He tilted his head back, ignoring you.

Once he opened his eyes, he was surprised. The ocean blue lingerie had a beautiful contrast to your skin. Your tits popped up and down as you pressed harder on his dick. Armin bit the inside of his cheek to hide his moan he was about to let out. How could he when your body was so perfectly sculpted to fit that lingerie set. His hand moved your neck, forcing you into another kiss.

You remember being out with your friend when you saw it. The lingerie was a one piece with designs that made your nipples not see through, but everything else. Especially your pussy, the lingerie leaving a hole for easy access. You knew Armin would love it, you were going to send a picture when you got a better idea, surprising him with it. You knew he’d be put off guard.

And he was, as he kept looking at your body over and over again. Your arousal started to leave a mess on his pants. He could feel exactly when your pussy twitched for something to plunge inside. Something 7 inches that could thrust deeply inside of you over and over again. Something that could make you go dumb within minutes, babbling incoherent thoughts.

“Armin, want your dick, please!” You shouted, eyes teary eyed. Armin looked at the tv. Armin loved to tease you, it was something no one would’ve probably guessed by the way he treats you. He hummed, before looking back at you.

“Nah, if you can cum without my dick or fingers, I may just give you a reward.” Armin smiled. You pouted, you should’ve known he’d tease you.

“Fine.” You concluded, putting your hands on his shoulders. You started to rut your hips on his dick harder, making your eyes roll back. Your sensitive clit kept rutting on his tip, giving you both pleasure. You didn’t know how you could feel this sensitive without cumming, but it was probably the ovulation. You moaned as your hips kept moving against the material, wanting more.

Armin mumbled something, before sitting up. His face was right next to yours before taking your titties out. He started to tweak and roll them on his fingers. You moaned, a sensation felt all over your pussy and stomach. You knew you were so close, especially with everything so sensitive.

His tongue flicked your bud before cum squirted all over his pants. Armin looked at you as you panted. Your eyes were closed feeling satisfied. That was until he patted the plump of your ass 3 times.

“Cmon, let’s go to the bedroom.” Armin spoke.

❥ Jean stayed in the bedroom, eyes closed. His beautiful partner had a surprise for him. Normally he’d be working right now. His stupid office job has been giving him more hours and less hours to spend with his gorgeous partner. It had made him annoyed, he just wanted to make some money and spend more time spoiling you with that money.

All his friends say you’ve changed him. Jean used to be an asshole, and he still is, but definitely a touch softer. The way his eyes gleam when seeing you, like a puppy seeing its owner. His guard isn’t so tough when he’s with you, more easier to approach. His friends don’t know how you did it, wanting him to be like this for a while.

The two of you met at a club, it was just a one night stand. Until you forgot your lip gloss, and that got the two of you talking. Jean realized he’d love to pursue you as a partner and asked you out. You were not ready and he understood, and of course waited for you. Waited til you were healed, waited til you were done with school, waited until you were ready.

When you started dating Jean, you joked you should’ve gotten together sooner. Jean is such a gentleman! He gives you princess treatment, paying for anything and everything for you. He wanted you to get the treatment you deserve since you are his princess. So that meant clothes, hair, nails, food, purses aka anything you looked at.

Jean was such a gentleman, you had to make most first moves. Yes, he would ask you out first, but that’s pretty much it. You would have to initiate the first kiss, hand-holding, wrapping his arm around you, and of course sex. Of course you two had a one night stand, but one night stands and relationship sex is totally different. Jean just didn’t want to rush you.

Just like now, how Jean’s sitting in his office room, hearing your footsteps. Your cold body shivered as you opened the door, watching as he sat patiently in his chair. Jean was a patient man. If you asked him to wait with his eyes closed, he’d do it. Even if he heard your footsteps getting close, he’d wait. Even if he felt your hand coursing through his hair, he’d wait. He’d wait until he hears the magic word.

“Open.” You whispered. As his eyes opened, he saw the beautiful two piece lilac lingerie. It had purple flowers on the top of your tits and the front of your pussy. Your leg garter held up the thigh high socks.

Jean’s face turned pink, eyes looking you up and down. The gleam in his eyes got bigger until he looked at your eyes. Your eyes that hold the lust you have for your boyfriend. He bit the inside of his cheeks, wanting to do so many things to you. But first, before Jean does anything he always asks.

“May I?” Jean whispered. You hum, as his hand goes to your cheek, softly brushing it. “Words.”

“Yes, Jean, please touch me.” You sighed. As soon as those words came out, he pulled you onto his lap, where you could feel his erection. Jean leant in, giving you a sweet, soft kiss. His lips were always sweet, as sweet as sugar.

Jean’s hands found your hips, squeezing the flesh. Both of your tongue’s collided, giving each other sloppy kisses.

His touch lightly crawled up to your top, pulling the lingerie off your mounts. His fingers and your bud squeezed together, making you gasp. Your head leaned back, giving him access to your neck. He gave you a few wet kisses before sucking on a part, sure to leave you with a purple spot. The combination of sucking and rubbing made a sensation down there, making your pussy wet.

He kept playing with your nipples, circling and twisting. Your legs started to twitch as your head fell on his shoulder. It felt so good, you wanted, no, needed more of him. He started nibbling on your ear, knowing that was one of your weak points. You couldn’t take it anymore, you needed Jean just as much as he needed you.

“Jean, please.” You gasped. He hummed, giving your cheek a kiss. He didn’t mean to tease you, it’s just he wanted to hear what you wanted. He didn’t know why, or rather why his dick got harder with why when you whispered about wanting him, did it make him want you more. “Please, want your cock, Jean. Want you inside of me.”

“Ok, sweet heart, one second.” Jean mumbled. His lips came in contact with your other nipple, sucking on the nipple. You gasped, your eyes starting to water. You knew you were about to cum just from him playing with your nipples. Did you really care? No. But was he going to remember this? Yes.

“Jean, I’m close. Please!” You gasped out. Jean’s tongue licked your nipple, and that was over for you. Cream squirted on your lingerie, wetting it and Jean’s pants with cum. Your eyes closed as your hips rutted in the tent of Jean’s pants. His eyes watched as your high pitched moans rang through his office, before calming down. With a loud pop, Jean drew circles into your back.

“Think you can do one more round?” He asks.

❥ Connie sat on his game console, talking to his friends, while his girlfriend stood in his door frame, arms crossed. Connie was a good boyfriend, he made you laugh when you were upset, fed you til your stomach exploded, and became interested in your hobbies. He was the perfect boyfriend, til it came to that stupid game console and his friends.

All his friends were nice. They all loved you with open arms, saying a girlfriend to Connie is a friend to them. But you couldn’t help the way Connie spent so much time with them. If you wanted to hang out you had to wait til he was one playing with his friends, which could take all night. Sometimes you just wanted your boyfriend.

You slowly made your way to him, hearing the arguing through his headset. It sounded like Eren and Jean got into another argument, of course Armin was trying to keep the peace but Connie was instigating, like he does. Your arms wrapped around the boy, your head being placed on his shoulder. His eyes hit yours, before smiling. He put himself on mute, before moving one of his ear pieces to the side.

“Hi baby.” Connie smiled. His voice was so sexy, it made your pussy already become wet.

“Hi Connie, you’ve been playing for 5 hours, maybe it’s time to get off and help me set up for dinner?” You asked. You could hear the obnoxious yelling Eren and Jean were doing, threatening to beat each other’s asses next time they see each other, which never comes true.

“In a minute, babe. Just need to finish one more round.” Connie told you. Your eyes rolled on their own, hearing that line one, too many times. He acts like you're an idiot, like you were in the beginning of your relationship.

“Connie, you always say that and then it’s 1 am.” You pouted.

“No I don’t, I’ll be there in like 10 minutes.” Connie scoffed, moving his shoulder so you could get off. You glared at him for his rudeness, seeing he just got off mute. You walked out of the room, arms crossing.

Connie always does this, and you’re so sick of it. He acts like your time isn’t precious. You could be doing much better things than begging him to help you with dinner. You weren’t going to take this, take him, being a jerk. You were done begging him to do stuff with you. You could do things independently before him.

Now you could make dinner by yourself, but that wouldn’t do anything. Making lots of noises with the pots and pans, vacuuming, even cleaning the walls with bangs wouldn’t make him get the hint. So it would take a lot more than just showing him independence. You looked at your ivory door, looking to see Connie still on that stupid game.

You walked to your bedroom, before opening your closet door. The clothes that hid the package you bought a week ago. The black lacy lingerie you had bought that you knew Connie would love, or drive him crazy. It was a perfect punishment, you knew Connie couldn’t get enough of you. Even if he could see you with jeans that showed how tight your ass was, he was getting turned on.

You pulled out a shoe box you both loved using on you. A bunch of toes, different sizes and colors. Although you loved Connie’s dick the most, a vibrator would keep you company some nights. Other nights Connie would use one to tease or punish you. But tonight it was the other way around.

You walked back into the living room, in a bathrobe, seeing he was still on that game. You sat bits away from him, before taking off the robe. You could still hear Eren and Jean’s voice when you put the vibrator on. You pressed it on your clothed clit, making you moan out in pleasure. You missed this feeling.

One of your hands found your tits, and circled your nipple. You gasped, your pussy twitching for something to be inside. Your fingers slipped the lingerie to the side, pressing the vibrator inside of you. Your mouth formed an o-shape as your hips jutted out. Your clit was pulsing, wanting to be touched so bad. Your fingers worked faster so the mounts on your breasts were taken care of before sliding your hand towards your clit.

You felt a hand stop you, making you open your eyes. Connie, whose headset was off and game on pause, stared daggers into you. He finally felt what you felt. You knew Connie would hate the fact you decided to tease and punish him by playing with yourself, but fuck did you feel proud of yourself.

Without saying a word, he took the vibrator out of your hole, pressing it on your clit. Your legs started twitching, before he spit on your stride, making more of a mess out of you. His tongue went inside of you, taking all of your slick. His hands held your legs, putting them on his shoulders, as he started to roughly eat your pussy,

His mouth and your arousal made a mess out of each other, Connie wanting everything you’ve got. You on the other hand was a moaning mess, holding the pillows as your pussy rutted in his face. Connie’s head game was next level, he knew exactly how to use his tongue. His tongue went deeper until it was the spot he knew you were sensitive at.

“Connie, I’m gonna cum, keep going.” You gasped. He pressed the vibrator harder as his tongue kept hitting your g-spot. Your legs shaked as you basically screamed his name. Your tits jiggled and your back arched. His name echoed as you sputtered a bunch of curses and pants. Once you calmed down, Connie put down the vibrator, taking his sweats off.

“You wanted my attention, you’ve got it.” Connie told you,

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armin a total moaning mess when you ride him. Your hands gripping at his ankles as you bounce on his cock beautifully. He couldn’t get over how your cunt swallowed his dick and coated it perfectly with your slick. “you like that ‘min?” you moaned looking back at the blonde’s flushed face. you lifted your hips before plopping yourself back.

“fuck.. don’t stop y/n.” heavy hand landing a smack to your ass. he moaned feeling your pussy suffocating his dick, his lips parting letting out a whimper. His large hands gripping at your waist as you rock your hips. eyes rolling in the back of his head as he could feel his balls tighten and legs shaking, from the tight grip your pussy has on his dick.

ass continuing to clap against his thighs as you leaped on his dick faster, feeling him start to twitch inside you. "y/n.. you feel so good around me." you slammed down onto him one last time before your juices started dripping down his thick, lengthy dick. pulsating dick feeling up your tight pussy up with his cum.

[giwdul-longbottom]

still destroyed by that ending of AOT 🤧

[jjkeremika]

AoT men confess their love for you

i.e., how i think they’d tell you they love you

reader x Eren, Jean, Armin, Reiner, Porco, Erwin, Levi, Zeke, Bertoldt

*unspecified gender reader*

Eren - blurts it out during sex and you can’t convince me otherwise

You and Eren weren’t really dating, per se… more like… hooking up behind your best friend’s back. The fact that Mikasa was his sister and your best friend was enough to keep both your urges at bay for a few months, but when she left for summer camp and he stayed behind, leaving just you two to keep each other company… well… things took on a life of their own.

So for the whole summer you and Eren gallivanted around the districts over, going on unlabelled dates and hiding from those (Armin, Jean) who just might tell Mikasa about the tryst, because maybe telling her was just too fast or too complicated for the easy and noncommittal situationship.

Which felt like exactly that… until you were bouncing on his cock in the back of his car, his mouth attached to your neck and your fingers curled in his hair. He thrusted upwards, evoking a loud moan from you, when Eren suddenly blurted out, “I think I love you,” with a hearty breath, his hips never stuttering as he kept the motion, his mouth compensating for the words by pressing to your neck.

Maybe it was time to call your best friend.

Jean - it slips out and he tries to deflect it but you already knew

You met Jean during volunteer community service, where you and the awkwardly-tall brunette would leisurely walk around the districts and collect litter. The first day everyone was set off in pairs, you two randomly assigned to wander the same district, and you both actively decided to group together every time after that.

Your conversations were rarely of any importance, mostly letting it serve as either a way to pass time or to express feelings and opinions about people the other doesn't know. At first, he talked an awfully lot about some woman who you weren't sure from his stories if she even knew he existed. Over the months of service together, he stopped bringing her up and started talking about this other person of interest instead.

His cheeks and ears turned bright pink whenever you'd ask about how he met this person, usually providing some vague and nondeterministic answer that honestly left you more confused than before. Some stuttered-out answers and a few too-similar-to-your-own interests later, you had a deep suspicion and debated how to delve it out of him.

It wasn't very hard. One week before the holiday break you two were wandering around, discussing future plans with friends and family for the upcoming holiday. "Are you excited for the break?" you asked, nudging his side with your elbow. "Huh?" he responded curiously, "Oh, I... Yeah, I guess." You snorted in response, "Sounds like it. C'mon, the holiday is a time for being with your love ones! Isn't that exciting?"

"But I only see them not on break, during volunteerin--" It was almost like he'd forgotten who he was speaking to, and his entire face erupted in various shades of pinks and reds, maybe even a light purple from the lack of breathing. He was internally kicking himself, berating himself for being so loose and stupid around you, for always struggling to think around you. He was oblivious to the smile on your face. "I, uh, because, I... love volunteering... so much."

Armin - tells you he's in love with you because you've changed his life (he’s poetic without meaning to be)

Armin was unusual from other men you’ve dated. Height aside, he was very in touch with his emotions, intelligent, and capable; but he tormented himself with baseless insecurities and unfounded truths until all of his perks were equally weighed down by his shortcomings. He’d bring himself down until he was impossibly low, until his opinion of himself couldn’t get lower.

He was depressed when you first met, his friends warning you that maybe it was beyond you, that it wasn’t your responsibility anyway. You knew that, of course, but it was Armin, and it’s difficult to watch sunshine be forced behind endless seas of clouds. So you’d remind him as much as possible to be kinder to himself, to speak to himself positively since he’s the only one who he will spend forever with.

It wasn’t a surprise when your relationship advanced; the effort and care you put in him nurtured feelings beyond friendship. The warmth spread inside him like a wildfire from a lit match in dry brush, and he found himself favoring you over any form of logic or reason.

It was a random weekday when he pulled you aside, trying to make time for a brief 5 minute date between lessons. He seemed nervous, which wasn’t necessarily odd, but he’d become significantly more comfortable around you over the years. “I, uh,” he started unsurely, hesitantly, “You mean so much to me. I can't imagine this life without you. I..." He crossed his forearm over his stomach as he anchored his shaky hand on the inside of his other arm's elbow, holding it tightly to stop his body from shaking as he angelically stared into your eyes. "I’m in love with you. And I don’t mean that poetically or sexually or theoretically or logically or figuratively or ideologically or any of that. I mean it literally. I am in love with you.”

Reiner - tried to act like he didn’t care but he was really invested in your response

You had been casually dating around when you first met Reiner, the tall bulky blond with the bordering-arrogant demeanor having approached you at the bar while your date was in the bathroom. He had a confident smirk plastered across his cheeks as he said, “You know, my wallet has been itching to buy the most stunning person in this room a drink, and, well, I think I’ve found them.”

It shouldn’t have worked but you’d had a few drinks already and a new heat burned in your abdomen and he was significantly more attractive than your current date, so you accepted his invitation to buy you a new drink and take the seat. A second first date of the night, completed with a quick fuck in the bathroom and at home.

Your relationship progressed smoothly from then on, with a heavy positive emphasis in the bedroom. And while neither of you ever clarified the relationship and asked if it was official, your eyes and lips and privates were so glued to each other there was no peripheral for any one else. Which was why, while Reiner never explicitly stated how he felt for you aside from daily comments--"My god, baby, you are so sexy,"; "Mmf, you make me feel too fucking good, darlin', fuck,"; "Sexiest person alive, yeah. you already know I'm speaking about you and your smart sexy ass,"--you were never really that worried anyway.

So when you two were laying on your backs in the bed, side-by-side, chest heaving to catch your breaths, and the words slipped from his mouth post-coitus, "Fuck, darlin', I love you," you were shocked, and a, "What did you say?" slipped from your mouth before you could process. He bit the inside of his lip and felt a nervous weightlessness erupt in his stomach. Reiner shrugged and sat upright, blocking his face from your view with his back. "Huh? Didn't hear me?" Reiner asked, forcing his voice to remain confident and steady, and turned to look at you briefly before stirring to stand up. He shrugged, the inside of his cheek rough and chewed up like a dog-toy. "I just said I love you. It's not a... big deal."

Porco - says it like a joke so you aren’t totally sure if he means it

Galliard was your best guy friend, joining you anywhere you didn’t want to go alone and cracking jokes to lighten the mood. He was really good at that, making you laugh, and he couldn’t deny that the sound was like music to his ears, magical notes strung together to create the most beautiful song he’d ever heard.

It was exactly because of how close you two were that both of you feared doing exactly what you wanted the other to do—make the first move. And because it was the other one, every flirty touch or suggestive comments were stripped of all intention, because there’s just no way the best friend would ever be into them too. Instead, it was personally replaced with sarcastic or playful undertones and purposeful reminders of feelings that didn’t exist.

You had convinced him to go to the lake with you, which your friends conveniently bailed on so that it really was just you two. Porco had hopped into your kayak from the dock, taking you by surprise and fearing a capsize. “Porco!” you screamed, giggling, holding onto the edge of the kayak, “What’s wrong with your own kayak? Desperately trying to get close to me?”

You watched the adam’s apple bob in his throat as he swallowed intently, like he was carefully choosing when to breathe and what to say. “Haha, yeah,” he settled on, forcing himself to chuckle lightly, his voice littered with nuanced feelings he couldn’t bring himself to say confidently, “because I’m definitely in love with you…” You noticed Porco’s lack of eye contact, that he was now looking far off into the distance. “Or something like that,” he joked nervously, wiping his sweaty palms against his thighs as he sat down behind you, hoping you couldn’t see through his charade.

Erwin (age gap) - planned it out but everything didn’t go to plan

After six months together, Erwin already knew how strongly he felt towards you. You were everything he could’ve hoped for and everything he’d waited for. He already knew he wanted you as his future spouse (eventually, he knew you weren’t ready to marry). And so he wanted the moment he told you how he felt to be special to you, to be as special as you were to him.

Erwin had your six-month anniversary date planned out to the T: first, a leisurely walk around the park; second, a quick stop at a couple of your favorite shops nearby to browse and buy you a gift (or gifts, really, he’d buy whatever you wanted); third, stop in at the new bistro you’ve been dying to try—“Ooh, Winnie, look, look! We have to go there!”; fourth, walk around and watch the stars until your feet were sore and he could carry you home.

A sudden rainstorm ruined the walk, forcing both of you to run for cover under some trees for quite some time until it passed. Once the rain finally stopped, it was too close to the dinner reservation time to stop in at the shops, and he shuttled you to the bistro. You were both sat next to a loud family with screaming children, barely able to hear the other speak the entire time, staring at each other with morose smiles while munching on mediocre food. The stars hid behind thick dark clouds as you both walked home, and Erwin felt too defeated to ask to carry you because you were finally enjoying that brisk walk.

At your doorstep, when he profusely apologized for ruining your anniversary date—“Ernie, seriously? Stop apologizing! You can’t control the weather! And the restaurant was my idea anyway.” The frown lines on his face deepened and twisted in morose. “No, that’s not…” he sighed, upset that nothing had gone to plan, “I wanted everything to be the perfect night for my perfect person, a wonderful night solely for the one I love…” he added in a whisper, “…and I messed it all up.”

Inviting him felt like the only way to reverse his thoughts, to make him realize that, despite everything he considered so wrong, it was all so correctly wrong to you it may as well have been perfect.

Levi - thinks it should be obvious since he’s still with you

It was about subtlety when dating Levi. At least, that’s what you’d figured out in the year you’ve been together. His face was relatively expressionless, so you’d learned to read his body language, but you honestly worried you’d never be fluent, because you still questioned the presence or validity of his feelings for you on some days.

He said it once, that he felt deeply for you on the day he asked you out. He repeated it on your six-month anniversary, when you asked if he still felt that way and he answered with a monotoned, “Well, yeah. Obviously. I thought it was implied since we’re together and all.”

Your favorite version of him was when he was sleepy, when he was too tired to keep his protective walls up, because he was cuddly and cozy and craved nothing but your presence and warmth and actively showered you with soft kisses.

It was when his guard was down like this that you asked him, on your one-year, if he still felt the same—shielding the fear of his answer by joking that you’ll ask him every six months—and he rolled his eyes playfully and chuckled, wrapping his arm tighter around you, kissing your cheek, and muttering, “Yes, love, and I’ll give you the same answer six months, six years, and six centuries from now.”

Zeke - writes you a love letter (unlike armin he tries to be poetic)

Zeke was into you well before you even started to reciprocate those feelings. There was something so enigmatic about you, a light airy aura that made him feel buoyant, that unchained him from the burden of his father’s wants and wishes. In his eyes, you saved him.

For a debt he felt he could never repay, he always brought you flowers and sweets and gifts; he wrote long poems detailing that your beauty was beyond all beholders, that you put the sun to shame, that you were the spark to start his supernova; he sent you good morning beautiful and sweet dreams baby texts, hoping you started and ended your day with a smile.

After a couple months of exclusive dating, he wrote you a love letter, expressing the extent of what you meant to him—the burning shape of you etched permanently in his heart—, handing it to you with a deep red stretched across his face and asking you to read it privately, to share it with no one.

My dearest beloved, I write as I know my tongue will fail me, reminiscent of all previous attempts where my lips part and only whimsy air escapes. Remember those moments, my dear? How you'd don a concerned expression and question me in my flustered state. Oh, how futile the intention feels when my spiritual body abandons me, rendering my physical body utterly useless in translation as my stoic invulnerability precedes me. Oh, how I yearn for you the way broken skin stitches itself back together, the way fibers of a wire stretch to hold on, to come together and remain as one. Oh, how you complete me the manner punctuation consummates these phrases, embedding the lines with a flourish no words could elicit. All your self-proclaimed flaws are null to the universe, your soul culminating as the true embodiment of pure perfection with flavorful cracks in the profile, cracks that you've offered to my pitiful soul, pristine ledges to hold on to as humanity crumbles from your grace. Oh, how if what you provide me with is god-like pity, how I want nothing more than for that bliss to fuel my burning heart, to further engulf my being with this feverish love, to only be quenched by your will.

Bertoldt - he’s shy, so his friends tell you for him

Look, really, no offense to Bertoldt, but, well, he never said a word. Which, like, what the hell? You could tell—or rather, you were pretty sure—he was into you by the way he tensed up when you were around, by the longing glances he’d cast your direction when you were nearby.

Holding conversations was difficult in an endearing way, because he was shy—painfully shy—around you, making small comments with a smile and pink cheeks, stuttering out small compliments and avoiding eye contact like he’d crossed a line (honestly you wished he’d crossed more).

You were starting to lose hope after months of talking led to little improvements, him still awkward around you, still not telling you how he really feels, if he likes you in that way. And like, how could you really be sure that he did if his hints were shit?

One day you receive a video message from Reiner, in it depicting Bertoldt and Porco sitting on a leather couch and talking—well, Porco wasn’t. Bertoldt was talking. A lot. About you. Talking about how you make him so nervous he freezes, how he finds you so attractive his body doesn’t know how to react, how he gets goosebumps on his neck at just the sound of your voice, how the secret love he had for you took up so much volume in his throat he couldn’t even speak or breathe near you.