#except armin getting tongue fucked

[arminsumi]

PLS PLS PLS IM BEGGING FACE SITTING W ARMIN BUT DOM VERSION 🙏🏾🙏🏾🙏🏾

S*T ON MY F*CE

↳ ARMIN アルミン + fem!reader

Note : idk if u meant him dom or reader dom so i made both lol 🫡 also the censoring of the title made me giggle its so dumb i just did it for visual reasons

Summary : faceriding/sitting with your boy Min... both a sub and dom version :)

Warnings 1/dom ver. : minors do not interact/read : smut/explicit content : daddy kink, face sitting/riding, mean dom Armin, dirty talk, begging, use of "good girl" and "wh*re" and "sl*t", after care

Warnings 2/sub ver. : sub Armin, mean dom reader, use of "good boy"

. . . Dom!Armin ver.

"Rub that pussy on my face. Don't fucking stop or daddy's gonna give you another spanking. Understood?"

"Yes daddy!" you whine, lowering your pussy and feeling his tongue lap at your folds immediately.

He's ruthless, latching his lips onto your clit when he knows he's fucked you to oversensitivity. Suckling while flicking his tongue against it.

He seethes in annoyance when you try lift your hips to have a breather from the pleasure.

"Who said you could take a break?" he said icily. "You're making daddy mad, baby. Being a bad girl... you know what bad girls get?"

"P-punishment...?"

"Aw, so you do have a thought behind those pretty eyes. I thought for a second I fucked your brains out and turned you into a dumb slut." he condescends in a saccharine voice. "Now you be good and stay right fucking there while I eat this pussy, yeah? Can you do that for me, precious?"

You nod and let out a raw moan.

He locks you in place, veiny forearms and hands hooking around your thigh's underside to secure that position. During times like these, he likes to show off that underneath his cute puppy face he's a strong man. His abs flex excitedly when he feels your cream dribbling down his chin.

"Mmm! Daddy daddy daddy I'm gonna cummm~"

"Hmmm?" he hums, lips flush against your pussy hole while he wriggles his tongue inside. He pulls back and looks up at you. "You wanna cum on my face? Beg for it."

"Oh but please—"

"—beg. For. It."

He edges you with his tongue, teasing your slit, nibbling at your labia, suckling everywhere except your clit just to frustrate you. Then he builds you up to orgasm and repeats the process, never letting you get your relief.

"Daddy daddy daddy please! I'm your good girl! I'll do anything— I'll do fucking anything for daddy! I'm d-daddy's little whore! Please let me cum, please! G-gimme my orgasm, please!"

He cracks a smile. Such an Armin smile. So sweet and genuine. He's so pleased with you.

"Then cum." he's curt before suckling your clit once more, denting his fingers into your thigh hard enough to make you feel like your skin is bruising.

"Cum cum cum, ohhh cum baby — that's it. Cum for daddy. Watch daddy rub that little clit. Goooood girl." he's frantically thumbing your clit, making your tremble and shake and roll your eyes back.

"Daddy, I'm cumming!"

"Good fuckin' girl. Aw look at that pussy cum... so perfect." he watches you become breathless, relishing in how you grind your pussy onto his mouth.

He licks your slit slowly, savoring the juices dribbling out your convulsing hole, while you pant and come down from your orgasm.

"D-daaaddyyyy..." you shakily croak.

"I know baby, that was a lot, hm?" he kisses your clit, "But you did so good for me. Let's go get a bath running, yeah? Aw, my girl you look so dazed it's cute."

You cling to him happily, smiling to yourself while he takes you to the bathroom.

"Hey..." he plucks a kiss, "Can you taste yourself on my lips?" he winks.

"How embarrassing!"

He giggles cutely. "Sorry. But you taste good. Really good. Could eat you for breakfast lunch and dinner."

"Stop." you laugh.

"Seriously, that was a full-course meal. I'm so full." he keeps going, slowly receding into that dorky loverboy side of himself who lovingly helps you wash up.

. . . Sub!Armin ver.

"Fuck my face, please. Fuck my face with your pussy. Wanna feel you c–cum on my tongue."

He's a whimpering, pathetic mess with skewed glasses and a blissed-out expression. Nothing puts him in this crazed horny state quite like being sat on by you.

Min thinks he's in heaven between your thighs. He inhales your scent and it makes his dick stand up straight in his tight, belted pants. He didn't bother to take off his tie or shirt; he laid there looking like a good academic boy.

"Thank you... thank you." he mumbles into your wet folds, slurping up and down your slit and kissing your pussy like you're a goddess he's worshipping.

"Ooh, you're such a fucking loser, Armin~ it's cute."

You roll your hips against his face, clutching his bangs tight. He can feel you tug his hair, it makes his cockbead leaky.

"I'm a l-loser for you." he whimpers. "Ride my face harder, please! I'll beg you!"

"Then beg me."

You press your pussy harder against him and he drowns in it. His veiny pale hands cling to your thighs like they're his lifeline.

"Mmmf~ ride my face please ride my fucking face. It tastes so good d-don't get off. J-j–just use me, use my mouth."

"So cute..."

He cums in his pants when you ride his face harder. A gooey load spurts into the fabric, you can smell it and taunt him. Your degrading words just turn him on more.

"Cum on my face! Pleaaase!" he's trying so hard to make you cum; rolling the tip of his tongue into your hole and fucking into it, lapping at your slit and gulping and gasping against your labia. Kissing your clit. Suckling it. Giving sweeping motions to it.

And his jaw and mouth are so tired but it's worth it when he feels your hips shudder on his face, and your pusssy dribbles cream out.

"Miiin~!"

"Did I do good? Am I a good boy?" he pants, looking up at you with baby blue eyes from below.

"Yeah... my good boy. You did so well..." you smile down at him and his heart flutters.

Copyright @arminsumi don't steal.

[fqiryspit]

ahh congratulations on the milestone!!! you truly deserve it 💗 this is such a cool idea, i’m so excited to see what you write 💗

can i request smut 3, 22 and 27 pls? :) i really hope i did that right lol

hii babes! thank you so much! and yes you did it perfectly!

3, 22, and 27 = please kiss me, show me how much you need me, and do you think you deserve this?

bully!eren x nerd!reader

cw: dom!reader, pussy eating, sex in a classroom, squirting, whiny eren, and eren has a weird way of showing his feelings, reader wears glasses

leaning against the cold locker you picked at your nails, bored as ever.

as your glasses slid and halt at the end of your nose, you shake them back up just to see a face not inches away from yours

"shit!" you gasp, sliding up on the locker you were leaning on as he corners you in

"what the fuck are you doing?" he snarls, your features twist as you try and remember a time you pissed off eren intentionally

"what do you mean?" you relax, feeling angrier than frightened until he slams a hand onto the locker next to you, successfully closing you in

"last weeks quiz" he answers simply. you feel your shoulders tense as you recall him cheating off you, it's nothing new, except...well...you failed.

"you don't flunk quizzes, y/n." his jaw clenches down, eyes burning wholes straight through your frames

"well thank you" you chuckle, hiding how you desperately want to get out of this situation with humor

"don't try and be a smart ass now."

"what was so fucking fascinating you failed us both?" he asked, you were hoping he'd think you put the wrong answers on purpose and just erased them at the end. because that would've been a lot better from the truth.

"i-" you tuck your bottom lip in, fuck, you're probably so red right now

"holy shit" he remarks, you feel yourself sinking into the metal behind you as he barks laughter into your face "who was getting you so hot and bothered?" he asks, you turn away from him as you refuse to play into his torture

"oh, don't say it was-"

"armin."

eren was obviously taken aback by your statement, thinking it was him you'd be so distracted by. he felt the warmth pool to his cheeks before he could even digest what you just said

"oh." he slips out, disappointment thick on his tongue as your head shoots up from the lack of teasing

"what's so good about armin?" his question shocks you but you scoff before crossing your arms and looking up at him

"okay, well, first of all, he's not a dick...he's extremely smart, handsome, and-" suddenly you're being pushed to the room next to you, stumbling into the vacant art class

"what the hell" another pull and you're against the wall with his lips on yours, once you process what's happening you push him off you immediately

"eren! what the fuck!" you snap, wiping your lips off as heat pools your cheeks

"fuck- I'm sorry I-" he stutters over his words, placing a hand over his eyes to delete himself from this conversation

"what's...wrong with you?" you say a little more genuinely, eren...just kissed you? and now is, what...embarrassed about it?

"y/n, please I'm just- youstartedgoingoffaboutarminandimsorry" he says in one breath as you stand there, shocked.

soon you spit out a laugh, not taking him seriously until you watch him stare at the floor with shame

"oh, you're- you're serious?" you say through tears while walking towards him.

"so you being an absolute dick to be for the past, what, four months was just an act?" you yell,

"I'm sorry" "do you know how much you embarrassed me? made me look like an idiot?"

"do you think you deserve this? me?" you coo, going up to him as you even notice tears forming in his eyes

"aw, now you're gonna fucking cry" you taunt at him and he looks up at you finally. your eyes moving to his red ones, glossy and plump from the kiss you shared not moments before

"no, I wouldn't deserve you" he chokes out, you feel warmth pool in your panties. uncomfortably shifting as you decide to take a turn with this altercation

"show me..." you whisper, he stares at you, confused as you speak up again with more force

"show me how much you need me" his eyes blow as you move to kiss him, hands cupping his tan cheeks as your glasses squish into his face, your lips lap together frantically as you move to undo the belt he has on

with that, he follows and strips you of your jeans and spins you around, laying on the desk

moving to your soaked panties he rips them off hurriedly and moves to lick up your pussy, you've always heard the tall tales of the monster cock and unworldly fucking but never gave it the time of day, now you're living it.

your back arches against the glossed desk as you feel yourself unwinding already.

"fuck, eren" you moan out, moving to grip your own tit through your shirt as he continues to suck your clit until your cream spills on his face

he laps at the essence until satisfied and moves up to your face where his pupils were spinning and his chin was shining

"please kiss me" he slurs, deep voice rasping against your face as he waits for your move

you move up and kiss him, teeth knocking together as you move your lips rapidly

you feel his head nudging your entrance as you buck your hips toward it, he slides it in bit by bit as you try to relax as you take in his (now proven) monster cock

"holy fuck" you whisper, he kisses your temple as he thrust the rest of himself in, you moan into his tee shirt as he snaps his hips into yours, reaching down and rubbing your clit as he moves toward your ear

"I'm gonna make you fucking squirt on my cock" he says as if it's already set in stone, and honestly, with how he's treating you right now, you're gonna say it is.

"you terrify me ya'know" a hard thrust. "talkin' about armin like that" another. "like you fucking like him" again. "I'll treat you so well, you deserve it, especially after everything I did"

"I'm so sorry" he says but it goes through one ear and out the other

"eren," you move to try and catch his eyes with the pace you're being fucked at

"this is the perfect apology" you moan, he moves to kiss your cheek as you daze out, he rubs your clit again, pressing on it from time to time to tease you slightly

"fuck fuck eren-" you whine, feeling your orgasm approaching rapidly

"me too baby, fuck you keep sucking me the fuck in" he groans, speeding up his pace as he haphazardly rubs your clit

"fuck! fuck!" you can no longer control your moans, the bell rings out and you're forever grateful as you both scream freely when you cum

(as promised) you squirt everywhere, and you're laid limp on the desk as you feel a kiss on your head and the muffled chatter of students in the hall

he moves to kiss you again, finding your lips so addictive as he gets more before saying,

"c'mon, we gotta get to class"

an: ahhh! I hope you liked this! also, thank you so so so much for requesting! I was so stoked to see your request and I'm already having a lot of fun writing these <33

[chrollohearttags]

gay bestie armin who still makes sure his friend ends her night very satisfied after a terrible tinder date 😵‍💫🫠

sjsjdjd woah! ykw, I’m fucking with it. Bi-curious Armin would be so hot. I feel like he’d be such a good friend because he would be so choosy about who he’d let take his girl out for a date. He would help you scroll the app and honestly, he wouldn’t particularly care for any of the choices. Swiping as the two of you lie on your bed and because you’ve only known him to date men, you’re EXTREMELY comfortable with one another. He is your best friend after all so he can brutally honest. Nitpicking and being shady because he doesn’t date just anyone and he’s not gonna let his boo do it either. “I mean he’s cute..if that’s what you like. That is your type so..” He’s so sassy! But although he’s not happy about seeing another guy, especially some loser from a dating app who’s height and car are his only personality traits whisk you away. But your bestie would be thrilled when you come back to your shared condo, tossing your shoes to the corner in a frustrated huff as you get back through the door. As always, Armin’s waiting with wine and snacks, ready to console you..he already knows what’s up. “Wanna talk about it?” Asking as he pours you a glass. The two of you get to chatting, he’s rubbing on your legs, listening as you ramble about this asshole, his obnoxiousness and how he tried to get you to have sex on the first link but he couldn’t even kiss right but he’s really not concerned, nor does he give a damn. “Well maybe if you stopped fucking with guys that can’t even find the clit, you wouldn’t have this issue. Sweetheart, you’ve got to up your standards a little.” And you know he’s right, like always. But he has an even better idea. One that involves him brushing a hand across his cheek, whispering into your ear and slightly grasping your neck. “I mean, I could do better than that..but I don’t think you’re ready for it.” Naturally, you think it’s a joke because you had known him to be strictly for the dick but you’re sadly mistaken. “You play too much, for real.” Little do you know, Armin is bisexual and has been with a couple ladies as well. It’s when you dismiss it and swear he’s bluffing that he clutches your ankle, tossing your leg to the other side of the couch. “Who said I was playing?” And suddenly, the energy in the room completely shifts. You’re going from cracking jokes and gossiping with him like one of the girls to moaning his name as his head rests between your thighs, gliding his tongue in and throughout your folds like he’s a man starved. His freshly done pastel pink manicure sinking deep into that tight entrance while the steel ball of his tongue ring swirls your clit. You’re losing your mind because he eats pussy better than any straight man you know. It’s like he’s been waiting for this chance. Next thing you know, he’s got you leaking, orgasming about three times before he lets up. And not without a smile on his face. “Oh my gosh, I don’t think I’ve ever came that hard! I didn’t even know you liked women..” Befuddled and out of breath as he leaves you there shaking. “..I don’t. But for you, I’ll make an exception.”

[girlsneedff]

AOT Men and Nicki Minaj Songs

Armin, Connie, Eren, Jean, Onyakopan, Reiner headcanons with reader

SFW & NSFW - Minors and Ageless blogs please leave this alone

ARMIN A. - Good Form

You were always confused why the fuck your friend would talk about his exes begging for him back, wildin about what he’s doin. He always seemed so embarrassed about it when his phone would be blowing up while you guys were out with friends. Once, he asked you to grab his phone, and a message came up. Usually, you wouldn’t look too deep into his phone- but it happened to be open to a chat from a girl. You almost dropped the damn shit.

It was a video. He was eatin the fuck out of some girl’s kat. The way that he was lookin up at the camera with those dazed eyes. His tongue lolled, forearms wrapped around her shaking legs- damn. Then went right back to work all while this girl is screaming in the back ground. Your hand went to your mouth so fast.

She texted:

“I miss you. Don’t tell me you don’t miss this too.”

He replied:

“Please leave me alone! And delete that video, it’s embarrassing…”

That lil dweeb is a freak-

You shut his phone off and hurried up to give it to him, trying to make your lack of eye contact seem normal. Especially since Good Form was playing in the background now. Specifically: “And when he eat the cookie, he got good form”

CONNIE S. - Beez in the Trap

Yk that goofy ass dance that 2 Chainz does behind Nicki? Yea that’s Connie. All the time. Every day. And you’ll feel his presence- just acting stupid behind you- but it’s best to not give him the attention. He comes with you to the beauty supply? Bein a weirdo. Payin at the grocery store? He’s moonwalking behind you, alarming the poor cashier. He’s lucky he’s cute.

“Connie if you don’t quit shakin ass behind me and act normal, thank you.”

“I’m not doing anything.. you must be imagining things.” He says, as he ‘subtly’ slinks back to his spot on your left.

The corner store cashier is just sick of it all today.

EREN Y. - Starships

He heard it for the first time while he was waiting in your room for you to get ready. Too embarrassed to ask you what the song was, he shazamed it, and now acts like he found it on his own.

If he’s not the one driving- he’s sticking his head out the window or standing up in the sun roof just feeling the breeze whilst belting this song. He’s lucky that there’s people to hold his legs, cuz homeboy would have been flew out of the car. It’s his favorite song ever- and he’ll say it proudly. He’s not about to let people shit on his tastes. This man is prideful- he dgaf what anyone says.

“Yeagar if you stick an appendage out the window, you might as well lose it cuz I’m not saving you anymore.”

JEAN K. - Your Love

Real suave guy. And the girls he pull is a testament to that. He views himself as a knight in shining armor. He thinks he’s the samurai in the music video… Ever since one of his lovers showed him the song, he’s resonated with it.

They ask if he knows a Nicki song- he says this one. Then Eren proceeds to dog him for it.

He tries to defend himself- swears Nicki is talkin about him. That’s where you have to check him.

“Boy- she is talk about a man with waves and a durag. Get serious before you piss me off.”

ONY - Needles

Drives a Maybach. Blaring music with the car bounce. Everybody wants to carpool with him, and he usually lets them (except for Connie, cuz he spilt Fanta Orange in his shit just after he came back from getting his car detailed). He definitely fucks people in his back seat. Just because of the fact that it’s a Maybach and he can get away with it- when the car is bouncing, people will never know if he’s getting his rocks off, or if he’s just flexing.

As soon as Pink Friday 2 dropped, and you played the song during a carpool somewhere, he now plays it at least 10 times a day. Full blast. Maybach bouncing off the walls.

“Boy nothing about you is shy. And at this point, your life’s a pile of needles-”

You begrudgingly get in shotgun, and say hi to everyone in the back.

REINER B. - Roman Holiday

Hb is crazy let’s not forget. He’s a workaholic. Came home stressed from work, and his just ranting and raving, and you tryna be the good partner, you’re tryna soothe him. Whether it be suggesting therapy, giving him head, or cuddling, man needs to chill.

This song is just his mental when he’s going through his day to day. I don’t even think that he would know what the fuck this song is, let alone know any of Nicki’s work (shameful).

“I don’t have any medication. Are you saying I should see a psychiatrist? And who the hell is Roman?”

“…it’s a Nicki song. Roman Holiday.”

“I’ve never heard of that song, or that artist.”

“Oh… this is real sad.”

[yanderefictinallove]

𝕐𝕒𝕟𝕕𝕖𝕣𝕖 𝔸𝕥𝕥𝕒𝕔𝕜 𝕆𝕟 𝕋𝕚𝕥𝕒𝕟 H𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕔𝕠𝕟𝕠𝕟𝕤

I'm only writing for the characters I know, I'm rewatching the series.

Hange\hanji has they\them pronouns

～(^з^)-☆

Eren: Possesive, he may have anger issues, and just because he chokes you does not mean he hates you...he just is a little upset at the moment.

He first met you while training, and he was stunned by your beauty and dedication. You always distracted him, but he pulled together just fine. When he is in his titan form, the obsession is still there, always looking for you. He'll put you in his mouth and rest you on his tongue. NOT SWALLOWING.

"When this is all over, you are going to marry me. I mean it."

Mikasa: She is very patient with you. She knows how it feels to be taken against your will. Scared, confused, but not to worry, you only there for her to love on.

Protective as hell, you think you can handle a fight, ha, don't make her laugh, she loves to hurt people in your favor. She is prepared for anything in order to protect you.

"Y/n, c'mon, let's go to bed, im tired. This bitch thought she could talk abou you behind our backs, that cunt."

Armin: Bro is a top tear. TOP TEAR. Manipulator. He out thinks you by using his intelligence, and it fucks with your mind. He could convince you that you have known each other from when you were younger. And you would believe it.

Don't even try to ask for help. you're not gonna get it. Man can catch you by surprise with his strength. He can whip ass when he needs to. And whoever gets in his way can catch his hands.

"Y/n, don't you remember the promise you made, we are supposed to be together forever."

Jean: this arrogant ass mf, always following you, like bitch personal space, do u know her? He'll befriend you so u have no suspension of him being a creep.

Is he pervy, yes, and he's aware that he is pervy, i mean, it was no accident when he walked up and just so happened to trip over air and grab your chest. But he thinks ur dumb so...

"My bad, didn't mean to bump into you, I'll be more careful next time."

Sasha: I can personally see she wants someone who can and will feed her, so prepare to be the house wife of her life.

Very obsessive. Likes to spoil you, tho. Whether it's a massage, a special day out, or a special day in the room... she loves you to bits and peaces.

"I'm home, look Y/n, i killed a deer, this will taste amazing for dinner."

Connie: Mans is delusional, thinks you love him back, he wants to build a family with you, he adores you.

Now he can get cocky, so you just gotta ingnore him till he gets all mad and begs you to look at him. Works every time.

"Y/n, c'mon, you can't be this angry right. I didn't mean it."

Annie: Agressive, always watching, but you never know. She love to see you smile, you are her weakness. And her only reson for living.

She always looks to your needs instead of her own. Loves to just listen to you speak. It warms her heart to see you taking about something so passionately .

"Hey, Y/n, what are you doing? Please tell me, it seems interesting"

Crysata/Historia: As Crysta she was kind careing sweet, and always looking after you, very submissive and would do anything you asked her to.

As Historia tho, she takes the lead and is in charge of your whole life. What you eat, wear, when you sleep, when you wake up, its all up to her. You have no freedom except your thoughts.

Crysta" Y/n we sould get to bed, you need energry for tomorrow"

Historia"Bed NOW, this is the sceond time I've told you. Next time i wont be so nice"

Yamir: Cocky as hell, and bitchy, always bossing you around, makeing fun of you becase you can't be on your own without screwing up.

Always by your side. Wants to marry you, be with you the rest of your life, there is no escape.

"Why did you even join the force if you can't do shit for your self"

Levi: Agressive and awkward, he does not know how to express his feelings, so he could give you a compliment and you would think it's an insult.

Does favors on the down low. You could ask one of the cadets to do something, levi over hearing it, does it. And no one knew who it did. Especially if it's a personal favor.

"Wow cadet, seems like your not a complete fuck up after all"

Hanji/Hange: always has you with them at all times. They just can't get enough of you, they have many nicknames for you.

Thinks you are the cutest thing to have ever walked this earth. So adorable. They have you wrapped around their finger, with their charming smile, you can't scence the crazy...well except their natral crazy.

"Ah, Y/n my dear, you are just the cutest thing, such a sweetheart.

Erwin: In charge. That's it, no back talk. Wants you by him at all times. At meetings he would have you sit beside him or in his lap as he does paperwork. Asking your opinions, and praiseing you.

Don't disobey he is fond of punishment. He can always put you to bed early. And not let you go outside for a day. It won't bother him.

"Y/n, how do you feel about this, for our next expedition. No, you cant come this time, im sorry."

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REQUESTS: open

I will only write who is on this headcanons list for now.

Edited: February 19, 2024💋

[lizhrs]

the one -

armin x y/n (12720)

warnings: nsfw/smut, yandere armin, obsession, mentions of stalking, basically stalking, manipulation, toxic relationship, dubious consent. armin being a creep.

summary: having seen enough of you managing without him, armin decides to finally take matters into his own hands and make you his.

armin doesn't understand.

he thought he planned everything out perfectly. he gave you your space, hasn’t given anyone the slightest suggestion of his feelings for you—at least the people you both know. he wanted you to come to him willingly, no persuasion or sweet talks.

he did everything perfectly. he's the perfect student, always has been. has gotten straight a's since the moment he entered his first grade, received a full scholarship to some college he could care less about instead of his dream one because that's the one you chose, even helped you with your college admission letters. he's well off, could've—could take care of you your entire life. he's loved by everyone on campus and even in high school, he was the apple of everyone's eye.

you knew how perfect he was back then and how he's thriving right now so how the hell...of all people why him? he clenches the beer can in his hand, watching you stumble up the stairs with none other than his best friend.

this isn't like the other boys you've dated. he can't just threaten or throw cash at him until he realizes you'll always belong to armin and leave you alone. eren doesn't listen to anyone and even if he did try any threats, it'd just ruin the nice guy reputation he’d had spent years building up.

he throws the can onto the sofa, immediately trailing after you two before he can stop himself. he thought spending the summer in everyone’s home town would've just brought them closer—specifically brought you and him closer, that was the plan after all. not you and eren. you two have barely spoken three words to each other your entire lives.

it doesn't make sense.

he thought he knew everything about you. he had organized every single detail regarding you in sections and tucked the pictures in that little box that's been tucked under his dorm bed for years. maybe he gave too much space? college was undoubtedly stressful, he must've become too busy with his studies to look over you. to make sure you made the right decisions and weren't tainted by the hands of everyone around you.

he had screwed up.

but he intends to make it right. to put you back on the right track, the one you're supposed to be on. the one that leads you straight to him.

he found the two of you in some random bedroom, disgust immediately taking over him at the sight. is this who you were now? a few months of not talking to one another and you were already ruining your life by letting yourself get fucked by eren of all people in a bedroom you didn't even know the owner of?

his nails dig into his palms as he watches through the creek in the door, you guys didn't even bother to close it all the way. as if you wanted an audience. eren was already slamming into you, like you were nothing more than a toy dying to be used and defiled. like a whore. is that who you are now y/n? a whore? the more he stares, the more it seems like it. you’re on your stomach, hands clenching the sheets and head thrown back in pleasure.

the pace of his thrusts has you letting out high pitched moans, a bit of saliva sliding down your chin. "e—eren." you cry out and armin would've walked in there and punched the daylights out of his own best friend because no one deserves to hear you calling their name out like that except for him. it's unfair. so unfair he could fucking die out of fury right now. but he didn't. he stood there, frozen because hitting his best friend—anyone is out of character for him.

it would've raised eyebrows and questions he doesn't want to answer. but still...the way eren snaps his cock in you sloppily, the slap of skin against skin filling the room makes him bite down on his tongue to the point of blood. the anger is consuming him and he's not sure he can watch this torture any longer.

"y—you're—n—ngh so big, eren." you moan like a bitch in heat, tongue almost lolling out as eren grabs your hair, pulling your head back even more so he can plant a disgusting kiss on your lips.

at least you're still dressed, outfit clinging to your sweaty body. at least he doesn't get to see anything too valuable. at least armin still has that for himself. it's when eren grips your clothed breast that he decides enough is enough, he's ready to open the door and storm in the room but a hand is quickly grabbing his forearm.

he freezes, has someone been watching him? did they see anything? fuck, are they going to think he's some huge pervert? judging by his actions tonight, maybe he is. he slowly turns around, closing the door in front of him before the person can ask any questions.

it's historia. her pupils are dilated as she leans onto armin's arm. the booming sound of the music from downstairs drowns out whatever she's slurring out right now but armin pretty's sure he has a gist of it. "let's get you home." he sighs, placing his hand on her shoulder.

she shakes her head, "we—gotta...find y/n." she says a bit louder, clenching her eyes shut before opening them again. "my head hurts." she whines.

"that's what happens when you decide to act like a damn delinquent." he mutters bitterly more to himself, it's not like she'll remember any of this tomorrow. "now let's go home before mom kills us."

"but—y/n. we came with her, we can't just...just..." she clenches the front of his shirt before letting out a choked gag.

armin huffs, almost throwing her off before she ruins his clothes but even as annoying as she is, leaving his sister in a place like this isn't such a good idea. especially for his reputation. he would take y/n with him as well but it seems she's too preoccupied. too tainted to think straight.

but like he said, he'll make sure to fix that. he has two months to get everything back to the way they were. and maybe even a little better.

he's waited years for your friendship with him to blossom into something more but it seems nothing will happen without him egging a few things on first.

he spends the entire night tossing and turning, nightmares of the party before repeating in his head over and over again.

if it was anything else, he thinks he would've been able to let it go after taking a few precautions. but this isn't anything else. this is big and it only spirals the blotchy jealously he's tried hard to keep under wraps over the years, threatening to invade his thoughts with vile images.

he's awake long enough to hear the front door opening at three in the morning. immediately getting up and walking towards his slightly open door, knowing it's you. historia and his mother are sound asleep and besides his father who's rarely home due to work, you're the only one left with a key.

he made sure to pressure historia into getting you one as soon as possible the second he found out you were spending the summer with them. groaning fills the silence of the house followed by you stumbling up the stairs. he expects to hear you go into the guest room you're staying in or historia's bedroom but the bathroom door opens instead.

a few minutes passes before he hears you groaning again, this time louder and his feet inch towards the hallway, wanting nothing more than to go to you. but then that angry feeling rises again and an acidic taste resides on his tongue. he doesn't want to be angry at you, he's never been angry at you. he should be furious with eren only. the way he took advantage of your kindness and obliviousness isn't right. if you were sober, you never would've gone for him.

he sighs heavily, walking towards the bathroom door. you're slouched over the toilet, gagging into it and he races over. the concern is etched on his face as his hand rests on your back, startling you. you turn your head, movements sluggish. "armin?"

he didn't even have the decency to walk you inside? make sure you got into bed properly? fucking asshole.

"you okay?" he asks. it's the most you two have spoken to each other all summer.

"y-yeah." you wipe your lips. "sleepy." you murmur.

he gets up, putting his arm around your waist as he helps you stand. "rinse your mouth." he mutters and you obey, going to the sink to put some water in your mouth and spitting it out. "let's get you to bed."

you two stumble out of the bathroom, he makes sure to keep his hands around your waist. his chest constricting with want as he gets to feel you, it's been ages since you two have touched each other. he eyes your bedroom door, that's where he originally wanted to take you but he can't help but think back to that party. at how eren got to experience everything he wasn't able to. then he sees the bruises on your neck, he grits his teeth so hard he's sure they're going to chip any second.

no. he deserves this little thing. it's not like he's going to do anything inappropriate, he's not like that jackass who decided he deserved to touch you like that. he just wants to be near you. it's been awhile, too long. and it's not like you two haven't slept in the same bed before.

that's what he tells himself as he guides the both of you towards his own bedroom, slowly placing you on the bedsheets to which you immediately snuggle into. he eyes flicker towards the closet door, contemplating whether to take out a random t-shirt and place you in it but you'd just be waking up with questions he wouldn't be able to answer. the armin everyone knows can't even look at a girl without blushing, let alone undress her.

so he opts for just laying down besides you on the sheets, he can explain this if you wake up confused. that you just drunkly stumbled in his room and laid down next to him. he turns his head, captivated by every rise and fall of your chest. your eyelashes fluttering as you snuggle deeper into the pillow, letting out incoherent whimpers.

his fingers slowly trace your cheek, chest burning badly with want. all he wants to do is touch, touch, touch. you just look so beautiful, so serene. and he can't help brush a thumb over your bottom lip. the same lips that were moaning out eren's just a few hours ago. that dark feeling is back and he can't help but press his finger down on your lip harshly, you let out a tiny whine but keep your eyes closed, too sleepy to really comprehend what's going on.

what's so special about him? he doesn't get it. eren's a meathead. he isn't fit to take care of you, to cater to your every need and make sure you never have to want for anything. to be ready to do whatever is necessary to keep you happy, even if it means hurting those you don't realize are harming you.

he leans forward, lips ghosting over yours but never touching. no, he wants you to be awake and alert for when your lips finally meet. so you can see no one else in this world but him deserves you. but fuck, he wants to kiss you. your lips look so soft, so addicting, like they were made for him. and they were. every inch of your body was created for him just like his was for you.

he needs to make this right, make you see what was standing in front of you all long. he could punch himself for not realizing he needed to act on this sooner.

but he will now. he'll make sure to fix everything.

armin wakes up before you, not wanting to be in the room when you finally snapped out of your slumber. fortunately, you don't stay asleep too long, waking up only thirty minutes after.

he's already made breakfast by then, blueberry pancakes just the way you like them. you step into the kitchen and he almost drops the glass of orange juice he's holding. you're dressed in his oversized hoodie with some shorts, it practically engulfs your frame as you awkwardly sit on a stool.

you're wearing his clothes.

his clothes are touching your skin right now. making contact with your chest, stomach and breasts. he gulps, placing the glass down. "m-morning."

"morning..." you trail off, slowly drumming your fingers on the counter. "pancakes?"

he quickly pushes a plate towards you, he shamelessly designed it like it held a five course meal instead of simple pancakes but you seem to appreciate it as you gasp. "this looks amazing."

"did you sleep well?" he deliberately asks that question just to see you squirm.

you tense up, picking up the fork as you jab the pancakes. "yeah...uh sorry i was in your room and...bed. must've stumbled in there last night."

"it's fine." he smiles. "i slept on the couch, no worries." the lie flows out as if he didn't spend the last few hours cuddling you like you were going to run away any second.

"oh."

"what?"

"nothing." you shake your head, chewing.

"no really, what?" he presses, leaning on the counter towards you.

"well...i mean i wouldn't have a trouble if you slept in the same bed, it's not like we haven't done it before."

"that was a long time ago." he says but the fact you remembered fills him up with glee. so your mind hasn't been completely infiltrated with his so called best friend, you still think of armin.

"yeah but we were really close before...you know. i'm sure—"

"before what?" he asks, forcing the confusion to appear on his face even though he knows exactly what you're talking about.

you fidget, "before you started to distance yourself." you sigh, perhaps growing a bit agitated under his intense gaze.

"hmm." he hums. "well, studies and all that, you know how it is. but i'm sure you found plenty of people to fill in that hole i left behind."

you raise an eyebrow, "well...i wouldn't—"

"did you miss me, though y/n?" he places his hand under his chin, staring at you. "you walked into my room like it was second nature, snuggled right into my bed like it was home. it was pretty cute."

you nibble on your bottom lip, "i'm sorry about that. gosh, that's so embarrassing."

"answer the question." he urges, tone being a little bit more stern then he intended.

your eyes widen for a moment, "yeah—uh i missed you. didn't you miss me?" you ask shyly.

a far contrast from the moans that were leaving your lips last night. "of course i missed you." he nods. "you, me and historia were such a tight nip group back then. but then college came around and things changed. we changed, didn't we?"

"yeah, i guess."

"you never used to go to parties before and now look at you, stumbling in at three am like some drunkard. makes me wonder what else you've been up to." he continues nonchalantly, plucking a berry into his mouth.

you lick your lips, hands clenching around the fork. a few seconds pass by before you let out a laugh meant to lighten the mood, "i almost forgot how intense you can be, geez lighten up armin. your stare is practically boring into me." you play with the sleeve of his hoodie, trying to hide your discomfort.

discomfort. he doesn't want you to feel that around him. he'll have to change that, make you see his behavior is only intended to help you. protect you from the evils in the world because you're simply too native to notice them. "and i didn't even wanna go to that party in the first place. i suggested star gazing but historia called it dumb."

"of course she did, her idea of a good time is getting so drunk she could faint." he rolls his eyes. "anyways. speaking of change, did you talk to eren last night?"

you almost choke on the pancake, quickly putting the fork down so you can grab the glass of water and gulp it down. "n-no! why would i speak to eren? i barely know the guy."

you've always been a bad liar—always overexaggerating everything.

"just wondering. i haven't been able to get a hold of him. mikasa wants to speak to him."

"mikasa? why?" that certainly piques your curiosity.

"well, they are best friends and he left campus without telling her where he was going apparently. she's at her hometown with her parents and is worried sick."

"can’t you be the messenger or something?”

he clicks his tongue, walking over and sitting next to you. "i'm not sure this message can be passed down through me." he smiles, making sure your thighs are touching.

"why not?" you ask timidly, as if afraid for his answer.

"well, i'm sure you know about how...special their relationship is. right before we left for break, eren told me he was planning on confessing his feelings for her when we got back and then she just texted me saying—"

"what?" your lips form into a frown, doe eyes filled with confusion. it's so cute. so naive and cute. "eren likes her?"

"of course he likes her silly, everyone knows those two are head over heels for each other. practically in a relationship already. it'll be so cute when we get back to campus and see them finally get together, don't you think so? their bond is truly something remarkable."

you stay silent, eyes staring down at your pancakes. do you actually like him? armin refrains from a scoff, how could you be so dumb to fall for someone like eren? "what's wrong? you look like you've seen a ghost."

"f-fine."

he nods, hand going to touch the syrup in the corner of your lips. you look surprised for a second as his tongue darts out to lick his finger. "we'll be spending two whole months in this house together." he changes the subject, having accomplished what he wanted to do. he doubts the eren situation is over yet but he has all the time to permanently destroy it. and he will.

"don't we think we should rekindle the friendship? it's gonna be awkward if we continue ignoring each other."

"you're the one who ignored me." you murmur.

"i wanna fix that, i'm sorry y/n. i'm sure we can go back to where we left off, hmm?" he lean down so your faces are closer together, your eyes widening at that the movement. "would you like that?"

it looks like you're nodding before you can even register what he's saying. you've always been like that. so compliant. it used to be adorable but now all he can think about is how eren used that submissiveness and naivety to sink his claws into you. no one can be trusted around you. only armin.

"y—yeah." you smile, sullen mood from the news he just delivered temporarily gone. "i've missed you a lot."

"i've missed you too."

"what's this?" you ask as you walk into the living room a few hours later, granola bar in hand. still wearing his hoodie.

"a fort?"

"i can see it's a fort, but why?" you walk over to the sofa, plopping down on it.

"we used to make these all the time in high school, and since we're going to be friends again. don't you think—"

"so a fort?" you hum. "you usually hated when we made these, always calling it childish."

"well..." he steps towards the coffee table, picking up the miniature planetarium he stashed in his closet a few years ago. "you said you wanted to go stargazing so—"

"so you brought the stars to me?" your tone isn't mocking but you do chuckle a bit. "i don't know if that's sweet or just—"

"i think it's sweet." he grins, walking towards you. "so what do you think?" he gestures towards the fort. he didn't spent the last fifteen minutes moving furniture and gathering almost all pillows, sheets and cushions in the house for this for you to reject his offer. he needs to see you with that look in your eyes, looking at the stars with admiration. he misses it. the last sight in his mind is of you at that party, eyes gleamed over with lust and that hammered look. it plays over and over again and he's sick of it.

"sure." you beam, not waiting for him to make the first move as you crawl into the fort. the sanctuary he made for just the two of you.

he goes in after you, thighs touching yours as you sit next to each other. he made the insides small on purpose, just so he could feel you. he turns the projector on and you both watch as the speckles of light start to form on the sheets.

"whoa." you mutter to yourself, entrapped by the glowing of the luminescent blues and purples. "you really did all this for me?" you ask, nibbling on your bottom lip.

"wouldn't be the first time i went all out for you." he moves closer to you, breathing fanning on your face. "i'd do anything for you y/n, i thought you knew that already."

you're his. he should do whatever it takes to care of what's his.

you stare at him, a definite picture of of purity with those big mesmerizing eyes. your mouth gapes open trying to come up with a response but nothing comes out. armin watches a bead of sweat trail down your forehead, it's almost scorching in here. he knows it would've happen in this summer heat so he slowly picks up the mini electric. "hot?"

"w-what about you?" you ask, visibly swallowing a lump in your throat.

he hesitates. c'mon armin. just be a man. so he wraps his hand around your waist and you recoil in surprise as he brings you into his lap so the fan is on both of your bodies. you place your hand on his thighs, squirming to get into a comfortable position. "a-armin..." you laugh, it's awkward. you're trying to ease the tension but he doesn't want that, he just wants to be near you, consequences be damned.

he's usually smarter than this. smarter than acting before he thinks but that night won’t stop haunting him so he smiles as he leans his chin on your shoulder. "what? am i making you uncomfortable?"

"w—well no but...it's just very sudden. you were acting as if i didn't exist just a few days ago and you're now—"

"i just wanted to touch you y/n. it's been years without your touch." he whispers, resisting the urge to nibble on your earlobe. "didn't you miss me? miss my touches?" he asks innocently, wrapping both his hands around your waist to pull you closer. your back is flushed against his chest, ass directly on his crotch and it takes a lot of will power not to get a hard on.

"i did." you nod eagerly. "of course i did."

"so let me treat you for all those times i missed."

"okay." you say, seemingly without thinking.

"wanna get some barbecue tomorrow ?"

"i have to meet my parents. y'know, getting yelled at for my major. the usual."

he frowns. "they're still mad about that? you should talk to them."

"you know they never listen to me." you squirm again on his lap but abruptly stops as you realize where exactly you're sitting. "it's fine, i barely talk to them anyways. i'm sure they'll finally get over it once i graduate."

he should comfort you, say something along the lines of they'll come around or don't worry but instead what comes out is none of those. "you don't need them." he rustles against you. "i'll always support you y/n. like i always have"

even if you weren't aware, he was mostly always in the shadows and making sure you got everything you wanted. "well, they are my parents."

"they've never cared enough to listen to you, to see you." his tone changes, voice low now as more sweat beads down his forehead. "none of them have, have they?"

"i—i...i'm sure—"

"historia doesn't see you? does she? she says she's your best friend but she treats you like a lackey y/n. isn't that infuriating?"

you scoff, "that's not true." you go to get off his lap but he tightens his hold on you. he just needs to say this.

"is that why she rejected your offer of stargazing? why she always made fun of your outfit choices back in high school? she was always jealous of you, don't you see that? you're better than that, better than all of them." every single one.

he wishes he could see your face but he settles for this, just for this simple touch. "i don't know what you want me to say to that, armin." you breath out.

"i want you to see your worth, y/n. you deserve better than all of this. don't you think so? you deserve the world." he can't help himself as he leans into the crook of your neck, inhaling your scent.

you're not creeped out, or at least you're not attempting to get up anymore. "and what, you can give me that? is that what you're saying?"

he wasn't meant to have this type of conversation right now, it was just supposed to be a nice evening of laying down in this fort. but he saw an opportunity and why not take it?

"you know i can." he answers. "you know i'd do anything for you."

you turn your head slightly, looking at him. "really?" you question. "anything?" you sound intrigued and he swears you're leaning in, it's not his imagination right? you really are.

but before your lips can even brush against each other, historia's screeching voice booms in the living room. "y/n! it's time to get ready."

you quickly get off, almost throwing yourself to the ground as you scoff awkwardly. as if being knocked out of a trance. you don't even spare armin a glance as you crawl out.

get ready for what?

"another party?" armin leans on the doorway frame, watching his sister apply her makeup. "you two went to one just last night—and halloween themed? it's the middle of summer."

"that's what makes it fun!" she smiles, putting the blush down and standing up. she decided to go as a cat. or at least, he thinks it's a cat. drawn on whiskers with an ear headset, a damn tail, short dress with long fishnets.

she looks like a whore. she's been acting like a whore ever since summer started and he realizes maybe that's why you’re acting so different. you live near each other in the dorms and historia must be rubbing off of you.

he tries and keeps his outrage down as historia gets up, walking towards the door. "we'll be back at twelve...hopefully."

"no, you'll be back at twelve." he grits his teeth. "you'll get drunk like an idiot dear sister, and leave y/n all alone at some strangers house. again."

she blushes, offended at the assumption. "you're the one who brought me home last night, why are you blaming it on—"

"would mother appreciate this? you dressed up like a skank and going to a party two nights in a row?"

he shouldn't be saying this. it's not in his character and it's obvious historia is completely staggered at his behavior. "she's barely home and i doubt she cares what i do at night. unlike you, i haven't made it my life to be the perfect—"

"but i care." he's walking towards her before he can stop himself. "i care about the way you're treating y/n. dragging her to parties, getting her drunk so assholes can take advantage then leaving her high and dry. you're a bad influence, dear sister and it's truly annoying seeing you trying to turn her into some gross replica of you. she's not like that, she's not tainted like you. she's pure and i won't let—"

"you're hurting me jackass!" she whimpers and it's only then armin realizes he's seized her wrist, digging his nails into the skin.

he quickly lets go, clearing his throat. "sorry, just stressed from school."

the annoyance is clear in her eyes along with the rage but armin notices something else...a hint of fear? he scared her? fucking great. watch as she goes and rants to mother about her asshole of an older brother resulting in talks he definitely doesn't want to have.

"if you're so worried about y/n, come to the party like you did last night. keep an eye on your precious doll." she scoffs, shoving him away so she can step out the door, rubbing at her wrist.

that's not a total bad idea. it's a perfect way to get closer to you without seeming like a total creep plus he can keep eren and his greedy claws away. he quickly walks towards your door, knocking once before you're opening. his mouth nearly gapes open at the sight of you, how is it always possible for him to be blown away by your beauty every time he sees you? you're dressed in a short white dress, wearing a halo headset with wings.

an angel? fitting. very very fitting.

"you like it?" you grab the ends of the dress, showing it off. he notices you try very hard to not look at him in the eyes. "couldn't decide between a bride or angel. historia wanted me to go as a sexy nurse but i didn't really have—"

"gorgeous. you look gorgeous." it flows out of his tongue so smoothly it has the both of you tensing up.

"really?" you quirk an eyebrow, clearing your throat and finally looking at him. it feels so damn awkward—at least to you but you try to act normal nonetheless. "i expected a swarm of insults, you hate things like that."

"do i think having a halloween themed party in the middle of summer is completely and utterly idiotic? yes. but it doesn't deter from your blinding beauty."

a shy smile gathers on your face, "uh...thanks."

"ready to go? i'm driving.”

your eyes widen, "you? going to a party twice in a row? going to a party at all? are you okay?" your hand is quickly going to touch his forehead before he can comprehend what's going on. his cheeks immediately blaze red, taking a quick step back.

you take your hand away, letting out an uneasy laugh. "it's just a tough armin, not like i was going to stab you or something."

"i know—"

"you say you want our friendship back but you act like this...it's weird." you huff. "you've been acting weird ever since we left for college, no—you've been acting like an ass and i've let it go but this summer means a lot to me. i'm finally having fun for once in my life and i don't need you to come in and confusing me and—and what the hell was that fort—"

"i was just surprised!" he cuts off, tone more urgent than he wants it to be. "i do want us to be friends again!" he deliberately ignores the fort question.

he just wasn't prepared for the feeling of your skin against his in that moment. it’s usually him initiating the touches, not the other way around. he swallows the lump in his throat, quickly taking your hand in his. "i didn't mean to insult you. of course i want your touch, who wouldn't want it? you're—" he stops talking. stop it. stop it. he's babbling. "let's just go."

you nod, smiling again. at least you're not creeped out by his behavior.

the party is boring. it's only been an hour and he's bored out of his damn mind. other than drunk girls coming up to him and asking him what's he's supposed to be even though it's pretty freaking obvious he's not wearing a costume—the random loud shouting as someone starts taking shots is enough to drive him out of his mind.

but at least you're here.

he's made sure to keep an eye on you the second you guys got here. you've mostly been outside on the patio, drinking punch as you dance with some friends. he occasionally touches his lips, thinking of how close they were to yours in that fort. the way you looked at him was filled with...well you definitely didn't look at eren like that last night. speaking of the devil— "eren." he smiles tightly as his friend sits next to him on the sofa. "vampire?" he asks, eyeing his costume.

"is that alcohol?" he looks at the cup in armin's hand. "i need to get drunk immediately."

"it's water."

"water. of course it's water." he chuckles. "what else do i expect from mr goody two shoes?"

armin rolls his eyes, "why are you so desperate to find a way to act like even more of an idiot?" he mutters as if there aren't piles of cups around them, not to mention the cases of beer he's sure are in the fridge.

"nothing." he groans, leaning against the couch. "it's a party. getting drunk is what you're supposed to do."

"hmmm." he hums. "just thought it had to do with something else."

"like what?"

"well...i saw you and y/n the other night, getting it on."

"please never say getting it on ever again." he grins, sitting back up.

he's grinning...as if he didn't just commit a great sin against armin. didn't put his hands on armin's girl, didn't...he grits his teeth. how can he act so careless? as if he had any right to do what he did last night?

"do you like her?"

eren arches an eyebrow, looking at him. "what's it to you?"

"you don't do relationships. you hump and dump and y/n and i are very close. i don't want her becoming one of your victims."

"that's none of your business." he scoffs.

"just answer the question." his eyes bore into the others, clenching the cup in his hand to the point the liquid is overflowing onto his lap but he could care less. "cause if so, that's really pathetic. she always expresses how much of a idiot you are, it's funny really. how she had to be drunk to finally sleep with you."

"she wasn't drunk." he says through gritted teeth. "we were both a little tipsy but not drunk enough to—"

"why are you even doing this with her? she doesn't like you."

"again. it's none of your business." eren deadpans. "what's wrong with you tonight? we're both—"

"you're right." armin sighs, letting out an exaggerated laugh like he's just realized how crazy he sounds. even though he knows he’s acting perfectly sane right now, who wouldn’t be mad if they discovered what armin did? "i'm being weird, i'm just really protective of y/n. she's like family to me, you know that."

eren bites his lip, still a bit tense but nods nonetheless. "i'm not doing anything...like that with her. i genuinely wanna see where things go."

oh.

he's not sure which answer would've been better but he shakes his head okay, licking his now dry lips. "wanna get drunk on the roof? just like we used to?"

"you mean i got drunk and you sat there, silently judging me." eren corrects, anxious atmosphere from before now gone. armin likes that about him. quick to forget and never holds grudges. "but sure, i'll get the beer."

"i have to go pee, see you on the roof." he salutes before eren walks into the kitchen. his eyes instantly travel towards you, feet dragging themselves towards the patio before he can stop.

he just wants to ask if you're okay before he departs, see if you don't need any assistance. you're surrounded by people...but it's people he doesn't trust. he doesn't trust anyone with you. for good reasons. before he can walk further to tap your shoulder, he hears the conversation you're having with abby—he thinks that's her name.

she's been over for sleepovers many times. never really liked armin, that's for sure. he's heard her call him fake at least two times, saying someone can't actually be that nice or perfect. fucking abby. why is she talking to you? he should've gotten rid of her long ago, sabotaged the friendship as soon as he realized her bad influence.

"just ask him out!" he hears her squeal. "literally, what are you waiting for? he's so hot."

something tells him she's not fangirling like this over armin.

"it's just...it's gonna be awkward!" you sigh, leaning against the wall. see? you can make good choices all by yourself, it's the people around your corrupting you. warping your thoughts until they're no longer your own. "he's armin's best friend and—"

"ugh! who cares about that boring walking encyclopedia!" abby groans heavily. "eren is probably the most popular guy on campus, have you seen those abs? ask him out or i will!" she laughs and armin knows she's not joking.

"he's not...boring." you mutter. "he's actually a pretty cool guy and—"

"you're probably the only one who thinks that." she rolls her eyes.

she interrupted you again. why is she always interrupting you? and why do you never speak up on it?

"ask eren out! c'mon, who cares about what armin thinks? his head is too busy being buried in books to notice anyone else regardless." she shakes your hand frantically.

you squirm, slowly nodding. "maybe. i might. eren doesn't seem to be totally av—"

"gotta go pee." she lets go of your hand. "drank way too much beer."

"want me to go with you?"

you're so nice. why are you so nice?"

"no, it's fine. it'll only take two seconds." she smiles, walking back inside. armin already made himself scarce the second she turned around, watching her walk up the stairs.

he should just go to the roof, talk to eren...but it seems eren isn't the only one standing in the way of his relationship with you. everyone wants to jeopardize it and he's had enough. so he's walking upstairs, not second guessing himself as he makes his way to the bathroom. he's been to this mansion many times before, his mother always having dinner with the owner of it to get into their good graces.

it doesn't take long before he finds it, the hallway is empty and he can hear abby inside. giggling nonsense to herself as she pees. she's drunk. probably wouldn't even remember his face.

he's not sure what he exactly plans to do but the second the door opens, he's immediately shoving her back inside. hands going to rest against her throat and mouth. fuck, he should've thought this through but all he can see right now is blind fury. people keep trying to tear you two apart and it's fucking with his brain. makes him so furious he just wants to punch everything in sight.

abby is screeching, trying to get out of his grip but she's a petite girl. barely weighing a hundred pounds. her back is to his chest and he prays she won't recognize him by the sound of his voice but even if she did...who cares? no one would believe her anyways. so he chuckles, not bothering to mask his voice.

"why do you keep getting in my way abby?" he sighs, applying a bit more pressure to her throat to which she whimpers at. "i don't want to hurt you so let this be a warning, hmm? stay away from y/n. never talk to her again, don't even think about her. that friendship is dead as of tonight? don't you think so?"

she only whimpers louder, trying to free herself so he applies even more pressure. she's now choking, little gasps trying to come out. "you're all trying to ruin her, it's so fucking annoying. just away, okay? it's simple enough, right? i'm going to let go now, don't turn around, don't scream unless you want me to break your windpipe? do you want that, abby?"

he's not sure he even knows how to break a damn windpipe, at least not yet but she doesn't know that. she nods frantically, tears flowing down her cheeks and onto armin's fingers. "great, now run away. all the way home." he lets her go and she doesn't need to be told twice as she bolts out of the room.

well, that was easy. he refrains from laughing as he leans on the doorway. she was all bark and no fight. always insulting armin but suddenly turning into a pathetic, sniveling bitch once he actually does something in retaliation.

he's feeling confident tonight, smiling ear to ear as he walks towards an open bedroom. the balcony door is wide open and he steps out onto it. climbing onto the roof doesn't take much effort, he's been doing it with eren for years.

speaking of eren.

another problem he needs to fix.

getting eren drunk isn't a hard thing to do. it only took a few minutes on the roof before he was slurring his speech. fortunately armin got them both back down on the balcony before the other could gravely injure himself.

injuring his best friend badly isn't on his to do list. at least physically. eren grips his forearm as armin lays him down on a random chair, the summer air causing eren's hair to flow around.

he understands why y/n is so smitten, he guesses. he's a pretty good looking guy. but so is armin. isn't he? he got rid of that haircut he would always get teased for, went to the gym a few nights and developed actual abs, don’t girls love abs...so why him? is it because he's popular? maybe cause he didn't wait eons to make a move like armin is currently doing.

whatever.

soon enough, he's going to be out of the equation.

eren's too inebriated to even realize where he is. this won't be hard, not one bit. "eren." armin sings. "i dare you to punch that railing." he leans against said railing, watching eren's sluggish movements as he stands up.

he's a jock, they love stupid dares. especially when they're drunk. eren scoffs in disbelief, offended armin even had to dare him. like he would've done it regardless. "easy."

"you sure you won't hurt yourself?" at least too badly.

he rolls his eyes and before armin can blink, his knuckles are slamming into the railing. he actually did it. why are jocks so easy? "that was so weak." armin challenges. "lame."

eren punches it again without saying anything, then again and again and armin has to hold him back and push him back on the chair before he's breaking his own bones. he examines his knuckles, bruised and bloodied. just like he wanted them. "h..how was that? cool right?" he slurs, smiling happily to himself.

admin nods, "very cool. now go to sleep." he hums lightly, patting the others head again until he's snuggling into the chair.

armin waits a few minutes until he's sure eren's finally sleeping. he walks towards the wall, letting out a few puffs to brace himself. he's doing all this for you. it'll be fine. he can do it.

he doesn't allow himself to think twice before he's slamming his forehead into the wall. fuck. fuck that hurts. but he can do it. it's for y/n. it's for their relationship. he can do it. so he does it again, and again until blood is dripping down his face.

fucking hell, it hurts.

he winces as he takes out his phone, wiping the blood on the wall with the sleeve of his sweater. he dials your number and you answer on the first ring. so perfect. so damn perfect.

"hey! where'd you disappear to?" your chirpy voice says on the other line.

"y/n." he makes sure to add emphasis on his voice, "c-can you come upstairs to the balcony? second bedroom on your right."

"uh...sure. are you okay?"

he decides to hang up at that, you're coming so there's no reason to continue talking. dots start to form in his eyes, he should've expected that. slamming your head repeatedly onto a wall will do that to someone.

you arrive not twenty seconds later, hurrying up into the room and gasping once you see the sight of him. "oh my gosh!" you rush over, placing a hand on his shoulder as your examine his face. "what ha—" it's then that you notice a sleeping eren in the seat next to you two.

and normally you wouldn't even jump to such a conclusion but with the way eren's knuckle is bruised...armin left little to be assumed. "don't tell me..." you trail off, eyes widening with disbelief as you look between the two of them.

"it's fine." armin breaths out, squinting his eyes shut at the pain. "he—he must've gotten too drunk and—it's fine."

"it's not fine!" you exclaim. "he...oh gosh why would he do that?"

he stands up from the seat he's been leaning against. "he was drunk, he wasn't thinking straight. it's my fault for mentioning mikasa knowing how—"

"mikasa?" your voice is so meek it has him finally looking at you. you look hurt, like a wounded little deer and although it pains him—he's only doing this to help you. you'll see it soon enough.

"yeah, all i did was mention how if he doesn't hurry and man up, she'll be swept away by some other guy on campus. you know how mikasa is, everyone loves her and i guess he got too mad. my fault for messing with true love." he chuckles, trying to lighten to the atmosphere. "sorry, that last part was cheesy but truly i'm—are you okay?"

your bottom lip is sucked in between your teeth anxiously, slight tears forming in your eyes. "f-fine."

"are my injuries really making you cry? wow, didn't know you cared so much."

he tries not to think about the fact you're actually crying over eren. fucking eren.

you let out a forced laugh, "y-yeah." you sniff. "let's get you home. him too."

"is he usually so...violent?" you ask once you two are in the car, driving eren home. "and don't you need stitches for that or something?"

"not usually so violent. i only see him get so worked up when it's something he's truly passionate about."

"...right."

"and for the stitches part? i don't think so." at least he hopes not.

you nod.

"he's my best friend, i'm not sure he didn't mean to do it."

"he still hurt you though, that's messed up." you look at him, frown visible on your face. "your face is too adorable to get a fist punched into it."

"adorable?" he gasps, making a turn. "i'm hot. i'd like to think i stopped being adorable right when i entered college."

you laugh, "yeah. i guess."

"you guess what?" he asks, teasing smile on his face.

you smile, "you're...hot. there? did i boost your ego enough?"

"you have no idea, angel."

you're taken back by the pet-name but then realize it probably has to do with your outfit as you lean back onto the chair, staring at the passing houses.

eren's cozy in his bed a couple minutes later, snuggling into the pillows. "wonder what he's gonna feel when he wakes up knowing he beat the crap out of his best friend." you murmur, watching him on the bed.

"he did not beat the crap out of me!" armin scoffs, defensively. you giggle, "those bruises look pretty serious to me."

"doesn't mean he beat the crap out of me! it's just harmless bruises."

"sure, whatever helps you sleep at night."

he walks closer to you, "he really didn't. unless you haven't noticed, i've grown from that scrawny boy a years back. i can handle a fight."

"yeah, i've noticed but eren goes to the gym like a million times a day—"

"but did eren take a year of marital arts?" he counters.

"the dude is built like a bodybuilder, i doubt he needs marital arts."

"that's where you're wrong, dear y/n. brains win over brawn anytime."

"except for tonight." you say, mischievous glint in your eyes.

he blows air out through his lips in disbelief and it's only when he sees you squint at the movement that he realizes how close they are together. so close that all he needs to do is lean in a few inches and your lips are touching. should he? you're watching him intensely, like you also want to know what his next move is.

do you want him to? he doesn't know. he planned much more experiences to get you to realize he's the one for you. he doesn't want your first kiss with him to be in eren's bedroom, of all places. but maybe a petty part of him does want that. a way of getting back at eren for what he did. for almost taking you away from armin.

your eyes flicker up, staring at him before flicking back down to his lips. it seems you want to make the first move as your lips brush against his and armin has to will himself to not fall down because his knees feel like they're going to give out any second. holy...is this really happening? he's been waiting for this his entire life. for you to finally...fuck, your fingers idly play with the buttons of his shirt before you're deepening the kiss.

he doesn't know why but he pulls away, "why should i kiss you y/n?" he asks, voice teasing yet stern at the same time.

your body heats up from embarrassment, "i—don't you like me? the fort—"

"do i like you?" he could almost scoff at the stupid question. "do you like me?"

you look up at him, stumbling for words to say to that. you look like he's just asked you to commit murder, biting harshly on your bottom lip before breathing out. "y-yes." your voice is so timid. "i've always liked you."

oh?

oh.

"and yet you were under eren like a whore the entire night." he's not sure why he allowed that to come out but he did. you inhale sharply, quickly shaking your head. "n—no. i—"

"what? it's not like you two tried to hide it. with the way you were giggling, the way you were moaning his name."

"you saw that?"

"of course i did. how can i kiss you when you've been with eren? moaning his name, crying for him to go deeper. do you you think you deserve my kiss, y/n?" he keeps his face impassive but he's filled with glee on the inside. at the humiliation on your face, the guilt.

"i-i'm sorry!" you stammer. "i s-slept with him and i...i admit i do like him but it's clear he doesn't feel the same way an—"

"so what? i'm just a second resort?"

"no!" you quickly deny. "i've liked you for so long, armin but you've made it clear you didn't want this friendship to continue. and after this morning...and tonight i don't want to let more years pass by before i confess my feelings a—i'm sorry for what i did with eren—i really...i'm sorry." your eyelashes have tears on them, fingers digging into his shirt as you try not to full on break down.

it's so adorable. you've always been a crybaby. "i probably don't deserve it but...please...please kiss me." your bottom lip trembles.

"well go on, kiss me." he wanted to tease more, have you grovel and beg but how can he? when you're looking so desperate for just one kiss.

have you really? always liked him? has he been so blind to not notice? fucking idiot. so you have always been on the right track, you've always known what you wanted. it's others who stopped you from achieving what you truly wanted. others and armin's stupid decisions.

he allows you to lean in, your nails almost digging into his cheeks as you kiss him. he instantly wraps his hands around your waist, pulling you closer. you tilt your head to the side to get a better angle, and just as your tongues meet, armin pulls out again which elicits a whimper from you. "what..."

he grabs your jaw harshly, fingertips digging into the sides as he forces you to open your mouth. you look so pretty like this for him. dressed in white with a damn halo over your head as you look at him with that expression on your face. eyes just begging for you to be fucked. he doesn't think as he spits in your mouth and you whimper but don't protest.

he lets go and you swallow without a second thought, eyes focused on him. he can see why eren was so rough that night, you're just asking for it. "you let him fuck you, y/n. let him touch you."

should he even be acting so possessive right now? he should save that for later, when he's wired the fact you belong to him and only him into your brain. but that look in your eyes...it seems you already know. and his cock twitches at the possibility. do you? do you already know who you belong to y/n?

he drags you back until your back bumps against the dresser, his hand grabs your cunt which is practically aching for him already. "you let him touch this. this which belongs to me." he says into your ear and you whimper, clenching his shirt.

"s—sorry, p—lease please i'm so—nngh!" armin pinches your clit, mercilessly digging his fingers into the sensitive bud.

"who does this belong to?"

slick is already forming, coating his fingers. tears gather in your eyes, "y-you."

it's like fireworks went off inside of him, like he's finally seeing the light after years and years of pining. you do know. you know that every inch of you belongs to him, that you weren't made for anyone else. you were made for him. only him.

you shiver as his lips plant soft kisses on your chest, his hand gripping your hip. those hips he's always had too many fantasies about to count. he bites down, wanting everyone to see his marks on you. to see who you belong to. his teeth nip on your chest, jaw, chin, neck—anywhere he can leave marks.

he just wants to make you feel good, so good you forget about all your other past partners. he roughly turns you around so you can see yourself in the mirror behind you, your hands lean on the dresser, a dazed look already in your eyes. "you don't care that he's here?" armin whispers.

you shake your head, "i don't. please armin, fuck me."

you let out a wonderful moan as he pulls your dress up, ripping your panties and throwing them on the ground. he dives a finger inside of your needy cunt, "fuck!" you whimper.

"does it hurt?" he mocks. he doubts it does. not with the way you're trembling with pleasure under his touch. "i'm sorry angel but you don't deserve lube. not after everything you put me through me."

you nod helplessly, not even disagreeing with his words. "i'm so sorry." tears fall down your cheeks, eyes looking back into his through the mirror.

you're so weak for his touch and it's so gratifying. it's all he's ever wanted. "you're so pretty, so tight just for me." he inserts another finger, curling them until your legs start shaking under your own weight. he holds you up, teeth grazing your neck and peppering kisses on your back.

it's so hot. everything feels so hot as the moans travel out of your lips, the sound of his fingers inside of you followed by your high pitched whining. it's almost too much. eren is right there and although he's not waking up anytime soon, it's just...fuck. it takes another finger before you're spilling onto his hand, guttural moan escaping your lips as you almost fall down.

he smiles in ecstasy, bringing his fingers to his lips and shamelessly licking every single white spot he finds on them. why would he be ashamed? he's been waiting for this his entire life. this is all he could ever ask for. "it tastes just like candy." he grins near your ear.

you shiver, "please...please fuck me."

he doesn't allow himself any more stalling, he's gonna have the rest of your lives together to taste and tease you. right now, all he wants to do is sink into that tight heat. so he does. and you both moan at the feeling. it's so hot, taking it in like armin's cock was always meant to be there. and it was, wasn't it?

"fuck..." he grips your hips, starting to thrust up. the arousal eating him up.

"so—big." you choke out as he starts to fill you up all the way. "feels so good..." you grip his cock so perfectly. everything you do is so perfect.

he starts to thrust harder once you've adjusted, not sparing any time as he pounds into you. the items on the dresser start to shake, moving around but none of you care enough. skin slaps against skin, his fingers clench your hips while yours dig into the dresser. he grins at the way your mouth falls open, tongue lolling around as you're helpless to way he's drilling into you.

you love this. it's so evident on your face. you love the fact it's armin behind you, the fact it's him inside of you right now. you didn't even ask for a condom...fuck how perfect would that be? you filled up with his babies. he could almost cum just at the thought.

but he doesn't. instead he increases his pace, fucking you eagerly. "wanted this for so long. fuck, you're so tight. feels so good. you're so perfect. so so perfect."

you let out a wet sob, whether at his actions or words—he doesn't know but he relishes the sound. "you like that y/n? being pounded into like you're nothing? while the guy you claim to like sleeps not even five feet away? it's pathetic." he chuckles.

and he's not usually so mean. he won't be during your other sexual activities. no he'll treat you like a princess, like the perfect angel you are. but right now, he's angry. and you need to know your place.

"suh—sorry." you cry out. "won't do it again. so sorry." you shake your head, grinding your ass back to meet his thrusts.

you throw your head back, mouth parted and begging for a kiss to which armin gives. your tongues meet, swirling around together as he licks into your perfect mouth. you two moan into each others mouths as armin continues his pace and—fuck he has to almost slap himself for being an idiot and not doing this sooner as he brings his hand around to cup your right breast, clenching it tightly and you moan deliciously at the contact.

he grips it as your tongue goes to lick his teeth, licking anything really. you're so needy. just as needy as him. your moans get even louder and he's thankful eren's parents are out on some business trip cause he's pretty sure the entire neighborhood can hear you right now. "so—ah! so good armin. you make me feel so good." you say, voice airy. "please fill me up, please i want your cum."

he's pretty sure those exact words are the reason for the orgasm that happens not two seconds later. he grips your waist tightly, cock deep inside as he empties everything in you. you practically scream, legs shaking as armin continues to grind into you. making you feel every single inch of him. because it all belongs to you.

"so perfect." he pants, resting his sweaty forehead on your back. "so perfect."

would now be a good time to say he loves you?

you’re avoiding him.

at first he just thought you were just a bit shy considering the circumstances, you two were close friends then went through a period of barely speaking to each other for months only for him to end up fucking you in someone else’s bedroom.

so he gave you time to process all of that but it’s been two weeks...how much more time do you need? the first week he tried to stay calm but now it’s getting too much, the last time he gave you space you two didn’t speak for so long. that was his fault and he won’t make it again, he can’t go through that again. not after finally having a taste of you.

he sighs deeply, digging his fingers under the pillow and taking out the pink lace bra he took out of your drawer the other day. he just misses you too much. it feels like he can’t breath whenever you awkwardly walk out of a room once you see him, how you deliberately ignore his unwavering gaze, how you haven’t said even a single word to him.

it fills him up with anxiety and he needs to find a way to release somehow so he shamelessly acquired this piece of material. it’s not like he’s committed some crime, he just needed to find a way to be near you. to feel you again.

he wishes he could see it on you, maybe he’ll ask you to keep it on next time you two make love again. his hand was under his sweatpants the second he felt himself harden, quickly tugging on his length until he was panting into the pillow. “y/n...” he moans.

he needs you. needs to taste you, touch your soft skin and feel it under his fingertips. needs to hear your moans, see your scrunched up eyebrows and dazed out eyes as he pounds into you...fuck you’d be clawing at his shoulders just like that night. you’d be so tight as sweat drips down both of your bodies.

he grips his cock tighter, toes curled and eyes shut tight as the bra is held to his chest. if only he could live between your legs forever, feeling your tight heat and hearing your pretty little sounds. he’d never want to leave.

you’ve been gone all day, barely been around the last two weeks and he had no idea how much his schedule depended on you being near. even when he was ignoring you, most of the things he did throughout the day consisted of taking care of you. making sure you got to your classes, took your morning jokes safely, how he used to watch you study in the library and so much more. but he didn’t even know where you were now, he had your entire routine memorized back on campus. it definitely isn’t the same now that school was temporarily over.

loneliness was creeping in. he doesn’t know what to do without you. it’s not like he could study to pass the time anymore. fuck. all he needed was one more tug before he was releasing all over his hand.

that was unsatisfactory. it’s not like the real thing. masturbating does nothing anymore once he’s actually been inside of you. he groans, frustration threatening to take him apart as he gets up and walks towards the bathroom. it only takes a few minutes before he’s cleaned up and changed his clothes, ready to go to sleep.

but then he hears something.

rustling outside, right under his window. then he hears your soft voice, uttering something he can’t quite hear. he walks closer to it, thankful he left it slightly open.

what he sees...is definitely not what he expected.

his fingers unconsciously clench the window handle, almost breaking his nails in the process as he watches eren—eren walking down the lawn and into the street.

he was...he was in your room? he didn’t hear the front door open and there’s no other way for eren to have walked in unless he climbed that tree next to the two rooms. why was he in your room?

armin tastes blood in his mouth, biting down on his tongue so harshly that his teeth pierced into it. while he was in here, agonizing over your absence—you were in there with him. doing who knows what.

well, it’s pretty obvious what you were up to as he watches the pep in eren’s steps.

fucking hell.

he thought he fixed that.

are the healing bruises in his face just...fuck why are you with him? he shakes his head, trying to calm down but it’s pointless at this rate. he should’ve done more, he would’ve done more but then you suddenly came onto him that night and he thought he had won. apparently not.

playing nice is pointless. it seems you like men like eren regardless of the crappy actions they do. what’s wrong with you?

he’s walking to your bedroom in the next second, fists clenching and unclenching. what’s wrong with you? he goes to knock but then scoffs bitterly before sharply opening the door, hearing the sound of it smacking against the wall.

you’re on your bed, gasping and eyes widening at the abrupt action and sound. “armin—what—”

you’re just wearing an oversized shirt...that is definitely not his. looks like eren’s old football jersey. fucking hell. what is wrong with you, y/n?

“are you serious?” he breathes out, nails digging into the flesh of his palms. “are you fucking serious?” he takes a step forward and you anxiously scoot back on the bed.

“what are you doing?” you ask like he’s in the wrong. like he’s the one acting like a little confusing, manipulative whore.

“why are you doing this to me, y/n?” he grits out. “why?”

“doing what?” you raise your voice a bit, pursing your lips. the look in your eyes tells him you know exactly what he’s talking about.

“what’s so special about him? please tell me cause i don’t understand. why’d you go back to him even after everything he did? he doesn’t even love you—not like i do, how many times do i have to say no one loves you like i do?” he’s in front of you in a second, hands clenching your shoulders and slightly shaking you.

“y-you’re acting weird, armin.” your bottom lip starts to quiver. “you’re scaring me.”

“i’m scaring you?” he laughs. “not the man who almost beat me to a pulp? but it’s me who scares you?”

“l-like you said—he was drunk so...so he didn’t mean to! he said he apologized—”

“that’s not the point!” he yells, startling you. your eyes are widen to the point they look like they’re going to fall out but he doesn’t care. what’s wrong with you? “he’s brash, rude, inconsiderate. he could care less about you and trust me the second summer is over, he’s ditching your ass for someone else and yet you still pin after him? is that what you like y/n? do you enjoy getting walked over like a damn doormat by everyone? your parents, historia, abby and now eren? what the fuck is wrong with you?”

tears are gathering in your eyes, you bring your hands up to his and push them off of your shoulders. “you’re being mean.”

“i thought you liked that? unless it’s coming from me right? you allow everyone else to treat you like crap then come crawling to me with tears in your damn eyes when you need a safety net.” he seethes. “everyone else can be jackasses, except for me. i always need to be your perfect little armin.”

“what is your problem?” you stand up, facing him. trying to appear strong when you both know it’s all an act. you can barely stand up for yourself without crying. “you’re the one who ignored me for—”

“not this crap again. you’re the one who came onto me that night, saying you’re mine, begging me to fuck you and then you suddenly ignore me and go right back to eren even after everything.” he throws his hands up in the air.

“i like eren.” you exhale shakily, seems like those three words were the only ones you were capable of forming at the moment.

“you said you liked me too, remember? how you always liked me—”

“i was drunk that night, armin.” it’s said so nonchalantly, like it’s the actual truth but he knows better. he was watching you most of the night and you didn’t even go near a cup of alcohol.

fuck, he wants nothing more than to grip and throw you on that bed. fuck into you like the slut you apparently are and hear your soft noises. but it seems—it seems you don’t want that from him. you want that from eren. you want eren to be the big bad wolf and for armin to be your safe sanctuary whenever things get too rough.

he doesn’t want that. he wants to be your everything.

why can’t you allow that?

“so, what? you don’t want me?”

if being rough won’t work then he can try an alternative. it doesn’t matter if it makes him look pathetic, he needs you.

and the pain he’s in right now is excruciating, blurring his vision with tears. “can’t you at least try then y/n?” he walks over, hands suddenly grasping your wrists. the hold was rigid, crushing and even he was surprised at the sheer force of it. like he was trying to break something. “you can try to want me, to love me? can’t you? is it that hard? after everything i’ve done for you, you want to just leave me behind in the dust? everything i’ve done means nothing to you?”

you whimper, shaking your head no. “t—that’s not it. i just—” tears start to trail down your face, tiny sobs filling the room. “it’s not you, it’s me.”

“really? that crap line—”

“it’s the truth!” you exclaim, facing him again. “i...i don’t deserve you, armin. being with people like eren is better because even when i screw up, it won’t matter. b-but if we do get together than i’ll just mess everything up and hurt you and then i’ll lose you and i don’t wanna—i don’t want to lose you. i can’t.” you babble.

he stares at you, shock written all over his face. and disbelief, pure disbelief. that’s what you’re scared of? “the only thing that’s hurting me is you being with eren. it’s fucking kill me, y/n.” he chokes out. “and how many times do i have to tell you that i’ll never leave.”

“you left before.” you say, voice barley above a whisper. “you just left me alone to face everything and then you get mad cause of my choices—”

“i’m sorry, i regret doing that. so, so much.” he cups your cheeks, finally letting go of your wrist and it’s only then does he see the slight bruises his grip left on your wrist. fuck, why do you look so pretty with his marks?

“but that was the last time. i’m never leaving you again. i love you y/n. you’re all i need and i’m all you need, okay?” he leans his forehead against yours, taking in your everything. “okay?”

“but you can’t see the future, what if—”

“no.” he snaps, voice filled with finality. the only way he’s ever going to be apart from you is if the claws of death try to sink their way into him and even then, he’d find a way back to you. he can’t be without you. not anymore. it’s not even an option. “i won’t. i promise. okay?”

you stay silent for a minute, tears still streaming down as you sniff. “okay.” you rest your face in the crook of his neck, gripping the collar of his shirt. “i’m sorry. i’m so sorry, please forgive me.” you sob.

that’s exactly what you said that night and you still went and betrayed him. and yes you cleared things up. he knows it was all because of insecure, self sabotaging thoughts that pierced their way into you but what if they come back? what if you do that again? he can’t see you with eren anymore, he won’t be able to control his actions if he does. he backs away, taking your jaw into his hand and staring at you.

“you won’t do that again, will you?” he’s not asking. the tone in his voice makes it clear committing something as atrocious as that isn’t even a possibility anymore.

you nod meekly, doe eyes staring into yours with a hint of fear but this time he doesn’t care. if a bit of fear will keep you from shattering his heart again, then he hopes it sticks forever.

“i won’t.” you smile timidly.

good.

he’s inside of you not ten minutes later, chest covering your back as he fondles your breast. leaving marks anywhere he can. you’re his. and he’ll make sure everyone knows it. teeth sinking into fragile flesh with no mercy and with the way you cry out, you don’t seem to mind.

you’re yelping with every thrust, fingers clenching the sheets and his end goal is take several rounds throughout the night, pound into you until you’re non verbal. barely able to even let out tiny whimpers. he wants you so fucked out that no other cock will fill you up the way he does. and most certainly not eren’s.

he can tell he’s close, quickly flipping you around so you’re straddling him now, hands wrapping around your neck as you cry out. he smirks at the sight in front of him, purple marks covering your body, tear filled eyes and uncontrollable noises of pleasure.

so perfect.

it’s all he’s ever wanted.

he grips your waist, pistons in and out to the point you’re screaming. does historia hear that? hears you scream for him, evidence you’re his now. not theirs anymore. they can’t control you anymore, can’t taint what he loves any longer. armin’s the only one for you.

“oh—oh fuck.” you sniff through the tears, bouncing on top of him. that lace bra snug on your chest. you wore it just for him, just cause he asked.

“do you love me?” he pants, grip tightening.

you nod dumbly, without a second thought. “i do...i love you. i love you so much, armin.”

“good.” he smiles. fucking fantastic.

“you belong to me, right? you don’t need them anymore? right?” he practically begs.

you whimper, staying silent a second too long so he angles this next thrust into your sweet spot

causing you to yelp. “y-yes! i’m yours, i don’t need them.” you confirm.

“you don’t need anyone but me.”

“i don’t need anyone but you.” you whine, leaning your head onto his. “and you don’t need anyone but me, r-right?”

what kind of question is that? of course he doesn’t need anyone else. he’s never needed anyone else. if he could burn the entire world down with you two as the only survivors, he would. he wants you to himself, wants you to only have him. forever and always.

“of course.”

[tojisdolliee]

Mutual Love

♡this was inspired by a tweet i saw, kinda hard dom! eren, softdom! armin , stoner eren, oral f reciving, chubby coded reader, bimbo!reader (like always ^_^)♡

You and Armin had been together for a long time now, since you were both 14. He was so kind then and he still is, buying you anything your little heart could possibly desire, helping you with your constant flow of assignments, and showering you with sweet compliments almost constantly "God angel, you look so pretty tonight." Eren was jealous when you were kids and hes beyond jealous now. You grew up to be so sexy: fat bouncy ass, small perky tits, a chubby tummy and a pair of chubby thighs to go with it. Eren had a plan. He pulled out his phone and shot Armin a text.

Eren: Hey, do you and y/n wanna come over and smoke later?

Armin: Yeah were down, what time should we be there?

Eren: 7 is good.

It certainly didnt help his case when you showed up to Erens house in one of the most skimpy outfits Armin bought for you, the top showing of the jewels hanging in your belly button, a matching pink skirt that just barely showed the fat of your ass, black thigh highs that squeeze them just right, making fat spill out the top. Eren had to hold back a groan when you ran up to him embracing him in a tight hug, greeting him so innocently. "Hey Ren! Its been so long! I missed you" Eren was the reason you met Armin. You two were very close as kids and you still kinda were, except now, Eren gets painfully hard around you, and youre never without Armin. Not that you notice though, the only thing that fills your pretty little head was your favorite anime, clothes and Armin. Eren wrapped his arms around your waist taking in your scent, enjoying the small moment of contact he gets with you "Hey Y/N, i missed you too" he beams, looking down at you. He lets go of you and greets Armin before sitting down next to you, handing a pre-rolled blunt to you. "Ladies first" he says teasingly. "Still need me to light it for you angel?" you nod, Armin leans over and flicks the lighter, you inhale lazily, just wanting to relax with your two favorite people. "So" Eren starts, rubbing the tanned skin on your thigh "Armin can we talk in the other room?" Armin looks at him with a shy smile and nods. As soon as they're gone you sit the blunt on the ashtray and shove your face into Erens comforters, he just smelt so good. You'd never admit it but Eren makes your pussy throb every time you see him, you just had to get a whiff of him, even if only for a second. You sit back up just in the knick of time "Hey princess, can we talk about something?" Armin speaks softly, down on one knee in front of you, rubbing your thigh, you nod in response as Eren walks in standing on the opposite side of Armin, taking your manicured hand in his big one, rubbing circles on the back of it. "You look heavenly today baby, think you deserve to have some fun" he says with his hand under your skirt,, rubbing your clit with the pad of his finger. "Dadd-, i mean, Armin we cant, Erens right here" you look up at Eren only to be met with the most shit-eating grin. "Dont worry, were all gonna make each other feel good. This okay with you sweetie?" Armin forces you to have eye contact with him, grabbing your face and turning it toward him. "Only if youre okay with it Daddy." with your consent Erens hand travels up your waist, grabbing at the band of your panties as Armin follows suit, and they pull them down in unison. Immediately two of Armins fingers are pumping in and out of you while Erens tongue travels through your pretty folds, sucking on your clit. "Fuck, Armin why'd you keep her from me for so long? Wanted you for so long"

[bleach-your-panties]

dive in —-- 🏊

basically just some of my faves and how they eat the 🐱(characters aged to 18+)

× armin arlert🩵:

definitely a munch and he knows it🍑👅

the type to sleep between your thighs after eating you out for hours 

likes when you pull his hair and squeeze his head between your thighs, especially as you're cumming💦 

will hump against the mattress because your moans sound just like when he's fucking you with his dick 

holds your legs open, gripping your thighs while he's face down in your puss.

will vigorously move his head side to side as he licks and slurps your juices up with his tongue flickering over your clit🧃

grabs your ass to hold you still as you come on his face. he loves being covered in it.

looks so sexy as he looks into your eyes, pretty blonde strands of hair sticking to his forehead with a mixture of sweat and cum 🫠

king of aftercare - he'll clean you up and get you a drink (cause that throat dry from moaning his name constantly)😉

(can y'all tell I love Armin lol)

× kurapika kurta❤️👁️:

I've been watching hxh and omfg he's just a vibe💘

everything he does is so pretty and sensual, pussy eating is no exception 

starts by kissing your half nude body all the way down, extra focus on your inner thighs

trails his tongue over your belly button 

moves your panties to the side with a single finger, chains lightly jiggling 

massages inner thighs with the other hand while slipping the cool metal up and down your folds. smiles as you whimper at the cold sensations. 

likes to have some slow r&b love songs playing in the background (fight me)

'tie it up, put a chain on it. make you tattoo my name on it'

red lights, he looks so damn good under them, makes his eyes stand out even more 

'your body lightweight, speaks to me'

will look into your eyes while flicking his tongue on your clit before taking it between his lips and sucking gently

can't stop running his hands up and down your legs 

his tongue is wet on your folds but he won't be sloppy. 

makes little sounds as he's eating it ("umnn..", "hmm..mhm.." "unhh..") sounds like he's singing and it's SO. FUCKING. SEXY.

cleans you up real good(with his tongue) after you cum, then with an actual washcloth 

smiles and kisses you sweetly on the lips afterwards, thanking you (he's a gentleman)👏🏽❤️

(OK so obviously I like blondes)

× shoto todoroki ❤️‍🔥🧊

king of holding his breath because his face can stay buried in your puss for hours 

'won't drown, ain't even coming up for air now, I'll just keep my head down, down down. swim for dayssss🏊'

is rough 

don't try to run or close your legs, you'll be sorry 

'read the sign, ain't no running!'

crescent marks on your thighs from him gripping them and holding them open

makes you want to check on him because his head rarely pops up while eating 

most definitely will overstimulate you 

puts an ice cube in his mouth and pushes it in with his tongue, licking the water up as it melts 

nose rubbing against your clit while he pokes your hole with his tongue 

nips and sucks your lips with his teeth and tongue 

makes you get up and sit on his face 

rocks your hips against his face as he goes FERAL on that PUSSAY 

'baby you can ride it, ooh yeah, bring it over to my place'

then you be like: 'baby who cares, but I know you care' 

he'll sit you on his desk in his office and kneel between your legs 

"make sure you wear a skirt when you come by y/n."

"ok, but why?'

"just do it"

has a bathroom in his fucking office so you can easily clean up later😏

[luxesiren]

Don’t mind me being horny on the dash while slightly sober now..giving you a brain rot.

Mafia!toji who’s the most biggest criminal and most feared by literally everyone except you. When you two first started dating he”d open up more to you showing his soft side.

Mafia! Toji who fuck your brains out to relieve some stress whenever someone pissed him off at one his meetings but he makes it up to you afterwards.

Mafia!Toji who’s eats you on his office desk, papers everything where. Your mind all fuzzy, drool hanging from your mouth as you’d hit your 3 climax. while Toji uses his tongue, his lips coated in your slick. He left out a deep chuckle before diving his mouth back to your pussy. “Don’t run from me sweetheart, plus I haven’t finished my yet..

ps: Toji you ani’t see this 🤭🏃🏽‍♀️

what sza say? IT’S CUFFING SEASON AND ALL THE GIRLS BE NEEDINGGGG, I NEED A BIG BOY

yeah. i need toji like bad (i also need to write about him. bad) the way i would be the BIGGEST slut for this man and have no qualms about it? is actually sickening🤭🤭 kinda want his dick sliding down my throat rn, like frrrrr!! omg this just gave me major brainrot like i can’t— first, armin and now toji? damn imma need to get myself together tbh

toji is definitely a “cmon baby, you can take it” type man and i LOVE THAT😩😩 fawkkk

[kafiguas]

Levi saving Jean and Connie, Jean saving Reiner, Mikasa saving Levi, Annie coming back to rescue them I just-

[chrollohearttags]

a little drabble on the aot men and their favorite kinks, quirks and positions during sex.

content warning: sexual content, fingering, lactation, spit kink, bulging, breeding, rough sex, hair pulling, backshots, squirting and a whole lot of other horny shit. stay off my page if you have to ask permission to go to the bathroom.

📝: I swear my most random thoughts come to me right before bed or at 5am. Never in any in between. This is based on absolutely nothing except my own filthy imagination so don’t come for me if you feel like it’s wrong.

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eren + hair pulling • so we know Mr. Jaeger is a NASTY ass man and he’ll do any and everything. But I think Eren’s filthy little pleasure is pulling on your hair. Yes, he knows that you don’t like it because it takes hoursss getting it done. But honestly, he really doesn’t give a fuck. Not when he’s hitting you from the back, making your ass bounce on him and he’s telling you to keep that arch. You’ll be face down on the mattress, whimpering about how good it feels and next thing you know, he’s snatching your head up, tilting your head back so he can look in your eyes. “Nah, baby. Look at me when I fuck you.” Making sure you could see every reaction and vice versa. He even likes to grab the top of your head, tug it down and make you both watch as it slides in and out while in missionary. If he fucks it up, pulls your lace or sweats it out, that’s fine. You’ll have a stack in your CashApp and a cute little note the next morning, apologizing for how rough he was. His favorite position is backshots. Mans loves having a fat ass swallow him up while he’s nursing a blunt. Bonus if he puts his thumb in your ass.

armin + tittyfucking • personally, I believe Armin’s is tittyfucking or just any sort of play with the breasts. He loves playing with your nipples, running his hands up your shirt at random times to squeeze them and especially when you’re riding him and he pulls them out of your bra to watch them bounce. But he loves more than anything to lay you down, let you stick them together and fuck up in between them. You thought it was a little weird at first but it felt good once you let him try it and he loses his mind every time (and his moans are so fucking cute omg). His favorite place to nut is on your face and titties. Always feeling bad that he’s made such a mess of you. “Sorry, let me help you get cleaned up.” But he also knows your favorite form of foreplay, which is fingering you while he flicks his tongue around your nipples. Sucking on them and whispering sweet words in your ear. He definitely dreams about getting you pregnant so he can see you lactate once. Favorite position though? Reverse cowgirl or just being ridden in general. Anywhere he can watch them bounce.

connie + throatfucking • now, for Mr. Springer..I think he enjoys himself some sloppy ass head. Both giving and receiving but he goes crazy when you suck him up. Watching you jerk him off, all the saliva you use and how nasty you get?…he can’t take it. (side note: he grabs your face and spits into your mouth while you’re doing it) letting you massage and squeeze on his balls, flick your tongue across his tip and especially when you take him to the base and nearly choke on his dick..he wants to marry you right then and there. Knowing how much you despise your hair being touched, he sandwiches your pretty face between his palms and thrusts up into your throat. Loving how nasty you get for him, even becoming whiny when doing so. “..you suck that shit so good, baby. Damn…” his favorite thing to do is to hang your head from the side of the bed and use your throat as a sleeve. For his favorite position though, imma have to say he loved him some collapsed backshots.

jean + bulging • ooh, now we all know Jeannie is packing (they don’t call him the horse for nuffin’ 😝) baby, that man is hung and he loves proving just how much. So much so, that his favorite part of sex is when he gets you flat on your back, legs up on his shoulders (or folded back) and he can watch you swallow every inch of his cock until it bulges in the pit of your stomach. Letting out a breathy “fuck..” as he slides in. And it only gets better when he starts to speed up and press near your bellybutton with those deep strokes. And even though he’s killing your shit, he can’t help but throw some praise in there to help comfort you. “You look so pretty with me inside you.” “Look how good you’re taking me, baby.” I think his favorite positions are side and missionary because he always wants to kiss you or see your face while he’s fucking you. He loves intimacy and soft moments.

reiner + breeding • y’all know this list would not be complete without baby father. Reiner has himself a nasty little breeding kink. Like this man will not come up off of you until he’s shooting blanks and stuffing you like a turkey. He’s sweet, nurturing and so loving up until it’s time to come and he gets downright desperate. Begging you to let him nut inside of it. And it’s not just one load..oh, he’s shooting the club up and emptying the clip. Pouring every drop of his warm seed inside of you until it spills out. Mashing your heads together, practically crying as he nears his climax. You claw up his back and wrap your legs around him. “F-fuck. Please..’gonna look so pretty with my baby..” and it’s so hot when he can no longer contain himself and just lets out the loudest cry ever along with all that cum. His is hands down the mating press or full Nelson. Anything where he can utilize that body weight.

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LOSER — modern!eren jaeger

001. c/w: smut (mdni), f!reader, petnames (bird reference), fingering, cunnilingus (face sitting), cursing, penetration, modern!au

002. w/c: 2.3k

Eren Jaeger. The basic loser in your school. The boy who follows his friends Armin and Mikasa. The boy who only joined art class because of Mikasa. The boy who takes the train home unless it's a Friday because he has a robotics club with Armin. The boy who stares so much at his phone you’re unsure if he even has social skills. The boy who wears different variations of the same style everyday. The boy who's 6ft. The boy that you; like.

You never understood the odd attraction you felt towards him, him never sharing a glance in your direction nor acknowledging who you even were. Yet you liked that.

You enjoyed how no girls would swoon over him, how he’d avoid any and all. Yet made exceptions for people he wasn’t annoyed by.

That peculiar attraction leads to a crush; sprouting to obsession. All until senior year.

Till you found yourself at a party, in celebration of Mikasa’s birthday. You never spoke to the girl, hell; you didn’t even know anyone else there. Yet you went to see Eren. Standing across the room in a disgustingly unstylish hoodie with a flannel on top, sweats below. Yet you liked it, as always.

A flutter of anxiety like a knife piercing your throat striking you as Eren spared a glance in your direction, a sharp twist in the opposing direction. Fuck, he’ll think you’re a creep. Right?

Yet, you were.. wrong. His steps sounded as clear as day he’d been standing right before your eyes. The purple led’s complimenting his sharp jawline and highlighting the features you liked most of him. His emerald irises piercing into you and seeing in your soul as nine inch nails blasted in the background.

‘’Wanna get away from the noise?’’ Such a simple question, still, your heart skipping a beat.

‘’Okay- !’’ Fuck, that sounded too eager, did it? Shit.

A slight chuckle from the brunette's lips before her gestured to follow, obliging his motion as he brought you to a guest bedroom, turning on the light.

Why’d he bring you here?

‘’I noticed you seemed uncomfortable. It’d be best to stay away from the crowd.’’ He murmured, keeping distance from your form yet staring into your eyes.

‘’Oh- thank you.. Eren.’’

The boy's shoulders tensed upon his name being said, a quick brush off before laying on the mattress, you sitting beside him before lifting your phone.

Silence filled the room, awkward, really. So, Eren started a conversation. Although his words caught you off guard.

‘’Why do you stare at me so much?’’ Blunt, turning to face you as he planted his phone on his chest.

‘’Ah- Sorry- if it makes you, uncomfortable.’’ You shuddered, panic filling your lungs as you tensed.

‘’That didn’t answer me.’’ 

You paused, turning to the brunette who’d been expectant for a response.

‘’I find you attractive.’’

‘’Me?’’ He scoffed

‘’Yeah, I do. So what?’’

He’d now been sitting up, just inches away from your face 

‘’You’re the attractive one here, birdie.’’

You frowned, unintentionally moving closer. ‘’Birdie?’’

‘’You chirp anxiously like one.’’ He grinned, intentionally trying to push a nerve

‘’You’re an ass.’’ You scoffed, till you felt his calloused hand cup your cheek.

‘’Yet you still like me, don’t you?’’ He smiled, and fuck. It had you melting in his grasp.

Before you could respond your lips collided, feeling like thunder striking your nerves as your nails clinged onto the boy's sweater.

You hissed as he bit your lip, allowing his tongue to slither between the kiss and taste you; groaning into the kiss as his free hand yanked your hips closer. His hands felt hot against your figure which only sent heat to your core.

Till he pulled off, a new look in his eyes that felt more condescending if anything, yet such a weak voice to follow it.

‘’You don’t understand how much I stare at you, birdie. I’ve been watching you for months now...’’

You paused, listening though, shocked.

‘’You drive me fucking crazy, I was yearning to get you like this..-’’ He spoke with strain in his voice, tensing as your soft hands held at his nape.

Even with the anxious fluttering in your chest you built confidence to savor the moment, you yanked Eren’s head back, a tone that made the boy's fair skin bloom a pink.

‘’Shut the fuck up already then.’’

His lips smashing against yours as the kiss became sloppy, greedy. Hands already gripping the collar of your shirt as a way to ask if you wanted anything further.

Gasping for air as his forehead was leaned against yours. ‘’I’m not experienced birdie, I don’t wanna fuck up..’’

He seemed anxious, scared as he turned away from you, hands moving from your body before you cupped his cheek.

‘’Eren.’’ He turned, staring at you.

‘’I’ll help you.. I just want you. Just you.’’ You cooed, giving a gentle and tender kiss before placing your hands on the boy's thighs.

‘’Let’s go slow.’’ You assured as he followed, slowly stripping as you did the same.

Till a rush of embarrassment hit you, covering your body even if you rested in a bra and panties by the end of it. Eyes averted from Eren’s direction.

He was admiring you, breathing suddenly becoming heavy as he looked at you. ‘’You look so- beautiful- y/n..’’

Turning, you came to a surprise of Eren being- muscular? You thought he was just a plain student, when the fuck did that happen?

You couldn’t help but stare as he chuckled. ‘’Didn’t expect that, did you?’’

Instead of verbal response, you reached out to feel his sculpted body; a strong exhale from Eren as he gripped your hand.

‘’I feel like i’m on fucking fire..’’ He joked, harsh breaths between his words.

‘’Me too..’’ A smile, causing the boy to blush before he pulled you into a warm embrace. Hearing his heart beating and feeling his heat onto yours, sweating in the slightest.

‘’Teach me how to please you baby.’’

‘’Please?-’’

Such a pretty voice, how could one ignore such a plea? Grabbing his calloused hand you moved it down to your cunt, whispering against his skin as all his nerves seemed to freeze at the feeling of your breath against him.

‘’Rub my clit pretty boy.’’ Rather blunt as he obliged, rubbing between the cloth as you whined at the friction; A noise that made something spark in Eren as he leaned in more.

‘’Fuck- that noise.. can I go further?’’ He questioned, a nod in response before his hand dipped into your panties, a gasp followed by a low moan as a finger rubbed circles at your clit.

‘’You can- put a finger inside. Fuck- please, put one inside-’’ A beg, Eren following such plea as his index middle finger dove into your heat, body tensing in shock of how you clenched unexpectedly on him.

‘’I didn’t think i’d ever get to see you like this baby, so pretty.’’ He cooed, confident over the fact he was learning what you liked. Even resting a kiss upon your forehead as he continued.

‘’Eren-’’ You whined, a tent forming in the boy’s boxers as his breathing pattern became hotter.

‘’Just tell me what to do baby, teach me, yeah?’’ 

You whined, gripping his hand before leading him to that one spongy spot. That one spot that made you scream his name every-night in your bedroom when you were left alone. That spot that made your nails dig into your thigh as if it was eating away at your nerves. A spot that made you let out an almost pornographic moan.

Earning a whine from the boy's lips, he was satisfied. ‘’Oh birdie, what was that?’’ He became cocky, and it made you feel too eager, too pathetic. You wanted to overpower him so what did you do? Grab his cock, duh.

He became slower with his finger, a grunt escaping his swollen lips before staring at you in the eyes.

‘’Hey- let me satisfy you first, birdie, please.’’ Almost a beg, it could make you swoon over him more if that was even humanly possible.

‘’Can you sit on my face?’’ That wasn’t expected, a heat rushing to your cheeks as you stared at him as if he was speaking a different language.

‘’Yes- yes I want to-’’ And he moved his hand out from your panties, stripping them off you as well as your bra. Covering your breasts as he came to a halt in his movements.

‘’Don’t cover up, please don’t. You look perfect, baby.’’

Eren moved closer to than reveal your breasts, hugging you once more and bringing that comfort you needed.

‘’I’m not here to judge..’’, ‘’Just let me satisfy you baby.’’ As you let out a nod in response, waiting as Eren laid down and gestured you on top.

He practically drooled seeing your pussy wet just from him, yanking you down onto his mouth without warning as he licked up your slit.

Shivers sent throughout your body at the new sensation, grinding down onto the brunette's face as his nose added stimulation to your clit. Trying to grip at the sheets below due to the overwhelming pleasure.

‘’Oh my fuck, Eren please keep going-’’ You whined as he kept experimenting, sticking his tongue inside your sobbing cunt before curling it, taking in your taste. It felt euphoric, damn near riding his face as he grabbed your thighs to keep you still.

‘’Careful birdie, I needa’ breathe you know.’’ He chuckled before sucking and licking at your pussy again, the knot that’d been forming in your lower stomach becoming more unbearable as your walls squeezed his tongue as warning.

‘’Close- fuck me’’ You huffed out before he yanked you down with all his strength onto his face, adding a rough stimulation to your clit as you came over his face, a hiss escaping your lips.

Although Eren didn’t finish, licking up all of the cum you’d left behind and overstimulating you to another release.

‘’Too much.. Eren.’’ You whined before he moved you to sit on his stomach.

‘’Birdie, you taste fucking delicious.’’ He smirked, face covered in sweat and cum with strands that never fit in his bun stuck to his forehead. He was hot. And you wanted him.

Before he let out another word you moved down to his cock, resting between the boy’s legs before rubbing Eren through his pants.

He let out such a pathetic whimper, so needy and you loved it. Wanting more you slipped only the tip out from his boxers, slobbering on top of it like a bitch in heat as he was trying to contain his sounds, occasional moans and grunts from his lips.

It was like music to your ears, yanking his shaft from his boxers and you gave him a quick deepthroat without warning.

‘’Fuck me-’’ He mewled as his hips bucked into your throat, gagging on his length before moving off.

‘’Baby, fuck. Where did you learn that-’’ He huffed, hand tangling in your hair as he looked at you in awe.

‘’Like hell i’d tell you.’’ You smiled before grazing your tongue on that one spot under his tip, a moan that sounded as sweet a honey from the boy, gasping for air as if he was suffocating.

A halt forced by the boy holding your head up. A sharp gasp before asking.

‘’Lead me, I want to fuck you, y/n.’’ The sight of him like this and those words were hypnotizing. A look of desperation, blush raising on his cheeks with sweat running down his perfectly formed nose. Gasping for air even if you barely touched the boy.

‘’So needy, so pretty..’’ You hummed before moving up, holding Eren’s chin with a stern question.

‘’You got condoms?’’ And he nodded, opening the nightstand beside the mattress, handing the wrapper as you ripped it open, slowly putting it on his cock with anticipation.

Staring the brunette in the eyes with a smirk as he returned it, gripping your waists with a squeeze. ‘’C’mon baby lead me.’’

Following the prayer, you lowered, a hiss escaping your lips as the tip grazed your folds, Eren exhaling before asking cautiously.

‘’Can I please, fuck you into the mattress?’’ He was shy about it, yet it made your heart skip a beat, nodding as fast as he slammed into you with a single thrust.

The most pornographic moan escaped your lips, causing a blush to form on your face as you whined at the long strokes he provided.

‘’You’re so fucking gorgeous birdie, so pretty..’’ Leaning his head down to your ear, the audacity to praise you while he pounds into your cunt.

A clench around his length as his thrusts became sloppy, a choked breath, ‘’You’re such a good teacher, yes you are-’’ He huffed

The words forced a thank you from your lips, digging your nails into his muscular back between thrusts. The shit having a grin even when tired.

‘’I can feel you- clenching more. Fuck-..’’ He chuckled, staring at your glossed over eyes.

‘’I’m so close-, please make me cum Eren, please-’’A whine, a surprise of the boy kissing your lips followed by a rather loud moan.

You came without warning, spasming around his cock as she shortly followed, his jawline clenching when he did.

He was so pretty when he came, all his muscles tensed with sweat streaming down them. So pretty, it was painful.

Till his body softened, his head resting upon your breasts, peacefully laying down as you caught your breath.

Eren moved off to discard the condom, tying it up before grabbing a towel from inside the nightstand, admiring how you looked before smiling.

‘’Legs up, birdie.’’ And you followed, watching the boy wipe off any mess made before wiping his face. 

Rather surprising when he laid back beside you and even covered the both of you with the bedsheets.

‘’What's this for?-’’

‘’I don’t want to leave you alone birdie..’’ His hand extended around your back, holding you close to his chest. Comforted by him before you shuffled your head up words.

‘’So you won’t leave?’’ 

‘’I won't leave.’’ He assured, a peck on your cheek before shutting his eyes.

‘’Good night.’’

[lilevixen]

AOT Eating Out HeadCanons

Characters: Armin Arlert and Eren Jaeger

•*Warning- 18+ Content* Heavy sexual themes and mentions of oral sex (female receiving) and slight humiliation•

Armin Arlert

Please cuz Armin would absolutely LOVEEEE eating you out

He’s almost always the one to initiate it (once ya’ll get comfortable w each other ofc)

He sees it as getting to know the body that he loves so much even better, like a hands-on experiment of sorts that shows him what you like

And you know this boy is observant as FUCK so it doesn’t take him long to get in-tune with your body

Every little noise you make, every arch of your back or twitch of your thigh, he’s logging it in his brain for future reference

Like he’d change the pace and stiffness of his tongue on your clit with his slender fingers curled inside you, taking note of every minute change in your reactions.

“She really likes that, I should do that more”,“Ah she’s not really into that”, “Fuck she feels incredible clenched around my fingers like this, I’m definitely doing something right.”

And God does he LOVE your reactions

This man is literally in heaven between your legs, inner thighs glistening with arousal, your body a hot, trembling mess at the mercy of his touch

Knowing that he’s responsible for you feeling so good turns him on more than anything else

Like it REALLY turns him on you don’t understand

When he sees you start to shudder and your legs close around him-&-9-9 he LOSES it

He would 100% moan into you as he’s eating you out

Face shimmering with sweat, blonde strands of hair clinging to his flushed forehead as his glossy eyes drink in the sight of you

Your taste, your smell, your skin, the fact that you’re even letting him do this to you and that you were feeling so good bc of it-that’s all he needs for a hot rush of pleasure to reach his pulsating cock

He’ll grind his hips into the bed as he’s doing it to relieve the aching need for you swelling in his dick only to end up CUMMING just from eating you out

He probs cums like 75% of the time he eats u out

Sometimes he won’t even need to stimulate himself, just the sight of you sprawled before him, sweaty and writhing from what his unrelenting tongue is doing to you is enough to send him over the edge

You’re just so STUNNING

And be ready to hear that A LOT

He cannot stop praising you, in general, but especially while eating you out

“Fuck y/n how’d I get so lucky?” “mmm you look so good spread open like that” “You’re so beautiful babe”

His favorite position to eat you out is missionary just bc he likes having a good view of that pretty face of yours, but he also loves it when you ride his face hehe

Also be prepared for an occasional wandering tongue

He likes to tease your asshole a little sometimes just to hear you squeal lol

His head game is 12/10 trust



Eren Jaeger

Definitely doesn’t do it as much as Armin

Not bc he doesn’t like to

It’s just he can’t see your pussy oozing with your legs spread in anticipation WITHOUT wanting to fuck you silly, simple

That being said, he will do it on occasion when he REALLY wants to drive you insane

And when he does he’s so fucking sloppy with it

Like this man is spitting on it, slapping it, practically motorboating it-

Bruh like are you that wet or is that all just his saliva the world may never know

This man is full of the passion

When he’s doing something he does it with the entirety of his being, and this is no exception

He’s only satisfied when you are giving him the most intense reaction possible

And he will continue to assault you until he’s gotten the reaction he wants

And he’s such an asshole about it too lol

Like just to see how crazy you’ll go, he tells you to stay completely still and if you don’t he’ll stop. And he’ll only resume if you BEG

So he’ll be there holding you down by your hips, his nails biting into the soft flesh above your pelvis, alternating between having his tongue buried impossibly deep inside of you (boy’s got a long ass tongue) and sloppily lapping at ur clit, and when you start move your hips to meet his mouth, he’ll punish you by stopping

“I told you I’d stop and you’re still trying to rub your wet cunt into my face?”

“Tell me how desperate you are. Tell me how much you need me and I’ll continue”

He LOVES having that power over you

On the topic of him being an asshole, he’ll lowkey embarrass you by calling out how crazy you’re going for him

For example, when you start moaning and whining loudly, he’ll say some shit like:

“Why are you so noisy? Does it really feel that good?”

“If it was my dick fucking up that pretty pussy of yours the neighbors would swear you’re getting murdered”

Like sir you are doing the MOST what do you expect??

It does feed his ego tho

Oop and ANOTHER thing

It’s almost always his goal to make you squirt

He sees squirting as biological proof that he is capable of making you unravel in the most nasty, vulgar way possible.

And he likes seeing you all messy

After you finish he’ll stand back and admire you, marveling at how spent you were just from his fucking mouth alone

“Turn around. Let me get a good look at you”

He’ll just be there practically salivating at the sight of your ass in the air, thighs glossy with wetness gliding down your skin in fat, slimy streams

His cock is ready to burst at this point so just be prepared for a LONGGGG night

[miekasa]

slow hands

+ pairing: levi ackerman x reader

+ genre and warnings: fluff, some angst? but hardly, levi is the sweetest, please do not mistake his quiet affections for apathy or lovelessness

+ word count: 3k

+ summary: based off of a request about physical affection and acts of service being levi’s love languages—which i agree! i’m so happy you asking about that, i could write essays about how physical touch is important to levi, but instead, i will leave you with this for now lol

i. in crowded spaces (so you don’t get lost, or so he claims)

Levi isn’t particularly fond of the way you like to go shopping in the inner walls. He is, however, fond of you; so he forgoes the prissy upper-class men and overall stingy aura of Wall Sina’s inhabitants just so you can get your favorite kind of bread and fruit.

Today, it seems like everyone and their mother wanted to visit the outdoor markets, despite the scheming merchants and obviously overpriced merchandise. From the crowd to the noise level, none of it is really up Levi’s alley; but he has to admit, watching people fail to successful haggle the price of eggs is immensely amusing to him.

What isn’t amusing is the way you keep stopping in the middle of the square, distracted by anything remotely shiny or with a pleasant smell you come across. Levi stops in his tracks, sensing a lack of your presence behind him; he turns around, and sure enough, you’re standing a few meters away, squinting at the price written above the basket of apples in front of you.

He sighs, trudging back to you, and watching from a step away as you scan over the fruit scrutinizingly. The merchant behind the stand does his best at selling you his product, boasting about how the fruit is fresh and hand-picked, and some other bullshit.

“These look good,” you muse to yourself, picking up a single, red apple in your palm for closer observation, “I could make a pie for the kids later.”

“Ah, pretty and she cooks, what a woman,” the bearded merchant smiles, adjusting his hat as he looks at you.

He only seems to notice Levi’s presence when he pushes forward just a little bit, looking at the apples, bored, then to the man, who speaks to him next, “Can I interest you in a basket, too, sir?”

Levi doesn’t respond with anything but a slight shake of his head, before looking back to you. You’re standing upright now, having placed your sample apple back with the rest, unfazed by Levi standing next to you; like you were completely unaware you’d left him in the first place.

He holds back a scoff. You can be so unaware of your surroundings at times, he honestly thinks it’s a miracle that you make it back from your missions alive. You’re also seemingly unaware of just how many inner wall pigs flirt with you, as you look completely oblivious to the advances of the merchant, who offers you two baskets for the price of one—the only caveat being that you allow him to take you on a date later that evening.

Levi lolls his head to the side, tired eyes gazing at the old man who tries to cut himself a bargain. He knows you’re prepared to give an overly polite and nonchalant response to wave the man off, but Levi doesn’t have time for your pleasantries today. 

Quietly, he reaches for your free hand, lacing your fingers together firmly before pulling you away from the merchant and the stand.

“Levi!” you call for him, borderline whining, “I wasn’t actually going to agree to a date with him, but the apples—”

“There’s a stand a few streets over that Hange claims is better than anything she’s ever eaten,” Levi grumbles, questioning under his breath about where the hell the piece of shit men in the interior get their audacity from, “And you don’t need two baskets. One is enough.”

Levi doesn’t turn your way, so he misses the fond look in your eyes and the small curve to your lips. He does, however, feel the way you wrap your other arm around his, leaning into him gently as to not disturb your stride as you keep walking.

“But I want to have enough to make a pie for the kids, later,” you tell him, slowly rubbing your thumb against the fabric of his blazer.

Levi scoffs audibly this time. “You don’t have to make shit for them.”

“I don’t have to do shit for anyone,” you smile, “But they’re just kids, Levi. Besides, I know you like pie, too, you big baby.”

Levi doesn’t say anything at that, only choosing to flash you an unamused scowl, before pulling you down a smaller, less crowded street.

“Let’s just get the fucking apples and go home,” he says, decidedly, passing by a group of MPs sharing a flask, “I don’t know how much longer I can stay in the interior without snapping some pig’s head off.”

ii. during long meetings

Levi thinks that if Erwin weren’t Commander, he could probably make a living as a pastor with the way he preaches for hours on end.

It’s going on hour two of this long, drawn-out strategy meeting, and Levi knows that he’s not the only one about to lose his fucking marbles. Albeit, he’s much more composed than some other people around the table; he still wants to retire to his office for the evening. Even the mountain of paperwork waiting for him would be more entertaining than this.

Levi listens, admittedly a little more carefully, when you speak up, offering information about the layouts of a small town destroyed on your last expedition, where you’d lost a member of your own squad. Erwin nods, looking back down at his map to take your words into consideration.

Levi looks to his right where you’re seated, notices the guilt flash in your eyes as you think about your last failed expedition. It wasn’t your fault, and you know that; but he knows, more than anyone, how difficult it can be to lose one of your own soldiers.

Quietly, he lifts his teacup with his right hand, and places it down in front of you. He says nothing beyond an almost unnoticeable nod towards the cup once it’s within your reach, before looking back towards Erwin and Armin.

If anyone else seemed to notice his gesture, they don’t make it known. Except for Hange, of course, who flashes him a knowing grin before resuming her conversation.

Levi knows you’ve finished the tea when he feels your hand resting lightly atop his knee, tapping your index and middle fingers against his pants—a silent thank you. In the middle of his own conversation, he doesn’t turn to you or say much other than slipping his right hand on top of yours, loosely curling his fingers between the slits of yours.

His hand stays there for the rest of the meeting, his thumb rubbing slow, unidentifiable patterns into the skin on the back of your hand; an empty teacup, and a mutual gratitude between the two of you.

iii. when you’re working too hard (or for too long)

If not the gigantic humanoid monsters out to swallow you whole, the paperwork is probably the worst part about being a captain in the Survey Corps. Levi would know, having spent countless nights up reading proposals, approving plans, signing documents, filling out death certificates.

It can be grueling work, even if it is, essentially, reading and writing whilst being sat at a desk. And while, sometimes, he can admit that the paperwork is more bearable than his own nightmares; he knows that for you, it holds no such solace.

If anyone thought that Levi worked himself to the bone, they must not have met you. Your meticulous mannerisms and work ethic could almost make him seem sloppy by comparison. It’s not uncommon to find you training yourself or your cadets into the ground, theorizing with Hange and Erwin, or—Levi’s personal least favorite—hunched over your desk, eyes scanning away at stacks of ink-ridden papers.

You must be five or six hours in by now, if he’s calculated correctly. The last time he saw you was around midday, when he’d been watching you spar with Jean. It’s dark out now, the other cadets and soldiers having retired to their rooms for the evening after dinner. 

“You’ll end up a hunchback if you keep this up,” he drawls upon entering your office. He watches as your head snaps up to him; he figured you hadn’t even heard him enter, seeing as you didn’t respond to his knocking. He wonders how it’s possible for you to be so aloof, yet so scrupulous all at once.

Embarrassed, more likely at your lack of awareness than his comment, you push yourself up a little bit, elbows on your desk and fingers crossed. “You’re not exactly one to talk, you know.”

Levi only hums at your jab, inching towards your desk. He likes the way your eyes track his movements as his proximity to you increases, stepping around your desk to stand behind your chair. 

“Sit up,” he orders, voice soft yet firm.

He waits for you to straighten your back, but frowns when you scoot your chair closer to your desk after doing so. He takes it upon himself to move your chair back, ignoring the terrible squeaking of the wood scraping across the floor. Well, at least that was an indication that the floors were clean.

“I can’t write if I’m this far from my desk,” you complain, just as the palms of Levi’s hands make contact with your shoulders.

“Good thing I’m not asking you to write anything,” Levi replies, digging the heels of his hands into your shoulder muscles. This would work better with your shirt off, he muses to himself, but this would have to do.

You open your mouth to protest, but your words fall short on your tongue, an exhale of relief coming out instead as Levi continues to massage your shoulders. Levi can feel you melting into his actions, your body going slack and the knots in your muscles uncoiling themselves. He counts about five minutes in passing before he hears your breath calm, too; the shallow exhales of your overworked body replaced with deep inhalations and extended sighs.

He lightens his movements as his massage comes to and end. The palm of his left hand runs across your throat gently, allowing him to tuck his thumb and index finger under your chin, and tilt your head backwards for you to face him. Levi’s thumb pads against your jaw line as you look up at him, and him back at you. 

Finally, he leans down, his lips making contact with your forehead for a gentle kiss, “You work too hard.”

“I learned from the best,” and just as gently, you reach your arm up and backwards, your palm clumsily finding its way to Levi’s hair, pulling him down, towards your lips this time, “You take such good care of me.”

“Obviously,” Levi mumbles, stealing another kiss between his words, “That’s my job, brat.”

iv. during dinner time

The Mess Hall is among Levi’s least favorite places, for obvious reasons; but he does enjoy sharing a meal with you, and ensuring that you’ve eaten a full serving to sustain yourself.

He can look past Hange and Nanaba’s overly enthusiastic conversations, despite sitting directly across each other, Erwin’s sloppy eating habits, and the overall rowdy atmosphere of the Mess Hall, as long as he has you beside him to numb the pain. Which is why he’s been exceptionally grumpy these past two weeks, as you’ve taken to sitting with some of the younger cadets during dinner time. 

It’s not unusual and it doesn’t surprise him, or anyone really; everyone can see how much they all adore you. Especially Mikasa, strangely enough. Probably because of the way you treat Eren, and how much he and Armin look up to you; and probably because she was your first pick to fill a vacancy in your squad. 

He walks with you across the floor, the both of you holding your own tray of food—a watery soup, some bread, and a piece of fruit as a treat. He knows you won’t finish your soup, and that he’ll have to give you half of his bread to make up for it; but he also knows you’ll slice up your apple for him to eat in exchange.

So Levi is not too happy when he sees Eren waving your way, the clumsy idiot almost hitting Armin in the head from the uncoordinated shaking of his hand. You smile at the younger boy, turning your body to walk towards his table.

Levi, however, stops your stride before it can begin, pulling tactfully at the back of your shirt, and forcing you to turn back around. He pokes at the nape of your neck, gently pushing you forwards, and in the direction of the table where Erwin, Hange, Mike and Moblit are seated.

You seem to get his silent message, flashing Levi a sweet smile before turning to offer Eren a sorry glance as you continue to head in the direction of the table with your colleagues. Levi hums when you start walking again, following closely behind you, and turning back to offer Eren a not-so-sorry, not-so-friendly glare.

Levi was getting his apple sliced for him today, whether the brats liked it or not.

“You know, you should sit with them sometime,” you tell him, breaking his small loaf in half to dip it into your soup, “They admire you a lot.”

“I think they’d shit their pants if shorty even came near their table,” Hange jokes, earning chuckles from some of your colleagues.

Levi says nothing and refrains from rolling his eyes. He could care less about the admiration they hold for him, or for you. If Eren and Amin wanted to spend time with you that badly, then they should train their asses off and make it onto your squad.

“Oi,” you call to him, mocking his voice and tone, “Here, they gave us yellow ones today, I know they’re your favorite.”

Levi shoves you with his elbow affectionately, before taking the slice of apple from your hold. He chews gratefully, heart beating against his chest in admiration as you carefully place the rest of the slices on his tray.

He squeezes your thigh in thanks under the table once you’ve finished slicing both apples for him. Sure, he could do it himself, and sure he could technically see you in your room whenever he wants, but that’s not the point; Levi will be damned if he catches any of those other brats with his apple slices.

v. when you come home

It’s not often that Levi becomes overly worried about your well-being, as backwards and apathetic as it may seem to other people. He trusts you, and knows that you’re stronger than you look—stronger than him, even—and he has no reason to doubt you; you’ve always come back to him.

But now, it’s going on eleven days since your squad was supposed to return from specially designed and assigned mission from Erwin himself, and Levi was beginning to let his nerves get the best of him.

He knows he’s not the only one getting antsy for some kind of message—any kind of sign at all—that you and your men were okay. Two days ago, Hange had pestered Erwin for the greater part of an hour about sending just one more tracking squad to look for yours; Mikasa and Armin hovered around for any news that you had returned, and that you’d brought Eren back unharmed; hell, even Mike had come to check in with him, rocking on his feet, asking Levi if there had been any news from you.

It’s dark out now, the day coming to a close, marking the twelfth night since your estimated return date. Levi sighs, untucking himself from his desk, intent on marching down to Erwin’s office and demanding he let him go look for you.

“You know we have to give it fourteen days, at least,” Erwin sighs.

“That’s a bullshit rule and you know it,” Hange interjects, having burst into the room only seconds after Levi; hung up on your lack of return just as much as he was.

Of course she is—you’re Hange’s closest friend. Not to mention, you’d taken Moblit with you on your mission, setting Hange’s work back significantly without the presence of her valuable second.

“I know,” Erwin nods, “But the first tracking squad found no evidence of any bodies. They’re most likely alive.”

“All of them?” Hange questions, incredulous and hopeful.

“That’s what we hope for,” Erwin responds, voice heavy. He looks to Levi, “She’ll come back. She always does.”

Levi knows that; he knows. But he still can’t shake this feeling. He opens his mouth to refute, when Sasha comes bumbling into Erwin’s office, heaving.

“Commander Erwin, Captain (Y/N)’s squad has just returned!” Sasha squeaks, “No casualties, four in the infirmary now with minor wounds, but nobody’s in critical condition, sir.”

Levi can barely register the young girl’s words, before he’s storming towards the infirmary, desperately searching for your familiar face amongst the soldiers in the cots. He sees Moblit amongst some of your other men and hastily asks him about your whereabouts.

“She had Eren,” Moblit tells him calmly, wincing slightly as a nurse rubs alcohol into the cut along his arm, “I thought she’d take him here—maybe in one of the smaller rooms across the hall?”

Levi nods, grateful, and moves so that Hange can squish Moblit with her affections, heading towards the hallway. He sees just a sliver of light coming from a room two doors down, and he doesn’t hesitate to search for you there.

He all but bursts through the door, relieved to find you tying and cutting a bandage around Eren’s forehead. Levi wants to scold you for taking care of someone else wounds before attending to your own, but he doesn’t have time for that right now.

You stand up straight after you’re finished wrapping Eren’s larger cuts, with barely enough time to register that Levi’s entered the room before he has one hand around your waist, and the other cradling the back of your head.

Levi can feel that he’s knocked the wind out of you, but that doesn’t stop you from slowly wrapping your arms around him to complete the hug. He tucks his head into the juncture of your neck, ignoring the faint scrapes along your skin.

“You’re back,” he hums, holding you a little tighter against him.

Levi feels your laughter reverberate through his own body, as you mirror his hold on you; your right hand coming up to cradle the back of his head, your fingers loosely coiling into his hair.

“Of course I am,” you hum, reveling in Levi’s shallow breaths that tickle your neck, “I’ll always come back to you, Levi.”

[4izawas]

[ aot men + your titties ] • hcs

eren yeager.

modern!eren is the kind of guy that comes up behind you whenever your back is turned and just claps both hands over them without a moment’s hesitation or even a hint of regret, then giggles like the little shot he is when he’s done.

but !

canonverse!eren holds one of your tits in one hand while he sleeps. he can go to sleep not doing it, but you always wake up with him spooned you behind you holding one of your tits.

reiner braun.

modern!reiner holds one of your boobs in a big hand while you cuddle; the warmth of it is so simple and comforting that it just makes everything feel perfect.

but !

canonverse!reiner sucks your titties before going to sleep sometimes, and it’s more of a comfort thing than anything else. just the feeling of your nipple in his mouth and his tongue swirling around it with your fingers running through his hair is comforting in a way nothing else is or ever has been.

jean kirstein.

modern!jean likes milfs ( young and old ) and 100% has a lactation kink. 10/10 would do anything to get his hands — and lips — on your tiddies.

but !

canonverse!jean holds your tits when he hugs you from behind. it doesn’t have to be sexual in any way, but his hands always find their way to cup your tits through your shirt.

armin arlert.

modern!armin will, once you two are in the privacy of your shared room, bury his face in your boobs, no exceptions or other explanations. he just will.

but !

canonverse!armin likes to sit between your legs with a nice book and lean his head back to rest on your tits. it’s a quiet, comfortable moment in time that you both relish having since you don’t really get to much anymore.

porco galliard.

modern!porco will walk up to you out of nowhere and just honk your boobs. like he’ll take one quick squeeze, even if people are around, and then he dips.

but !

canonverse!porco’s favorite part to squeeze on you while fucking you is your tits. he likes the way they bounce and shake as he fucks into you, and he likes the way they squish in his hands. don’t know why, he just does.

levi ackerman.

modern!levi will 100% flick your tit with one finger when he’s annoyed because it’s the only thing he can reach.

but !

canonverse!levi can only really fall into a deep sleep when you’re both in bed and his head is on your chest, preferably laying on your boobs just so so he can be comfortable and also hear the comforting sound of your heartbeat in his ears reminding him that you’re still alive and with him.

erwin smith.

modern!erwin has a thing for holding your boobs while cuddling, and doing it with him will end with his hands on your tits no matter what.

but !

canonverse!erwin likes laying his head on your chest after a long day at work. his life’s been so hellish for so long, so when he gets to lay down between your legs on the couch and just be embraced by your tits he’s completely relaxed.

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[mochii-writes]

Armin Arlert Headcanons (nsfw)

TW: None

A/N: mentions of daddy/mommy kink, lots of praising, sub/dom aspect, slapping/marking, fem reader

This man screams mommy kink. I don't know, he just does.

Loves to just cup your breast and play with them when ya'll are laying down

That being said he loves to just suck on your nipples and listen to you moan

Def worships your pussy

Enjoys sliding your panties down your legs, admiring at how wet you get for him

He reminds you how much he loves the taste of you while he's tongue deep inside your cunt

Def moans into your pussy, he loves eating you out

Switch energy for sure tho

Love's to praise and receive it as well

"Such a good girl for daddy, aren't ya?"

Will be more than happy to fuck you on his work office desk

"You're taking my cock so well, baby," He'll moan out shakily, his hand pressed into your lower back.

He'll have his other hand gripping at the fat of your hips, using it to pull you deep onto his cock

All you could do was mumble "Daddy feels so good," and "Your cock feels so good pounding into me, sir." as he fucked you stupid

Def fucks his anger out, good boy Armin never expresses his anger at work

He's too good for that

I feel like he's usually a softie during sex, always praising you and reminding you that your'e the 'best little girl he could ever ask for'

His touches are always so gentle and caring, making sure he doesn't hurt your delicate body

Except on the days when he comes home, frustrated with work and pent up with anger

Those are the days when he's absolutely demolishing your little cunt

Adores gripping at your ass while he's fucking you from behind

Once in a while, he likes to leave hand prints on your ass, maybe even some welts from his belt if he's had an extremely rough day

At the end of the day though, he always makes sure to praise you and show you how much he cares for you

"You were so good for daddy, princess. I'm so proud."