#the flame; eren

[2n1ghts]

❝let me take care of you, baby.❞ ❥︎ collegebf!eren x reader

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synopsis: it was nearing finals, and you avoided your boyfriend— eren—like the plague. and boy, was he was worried for you. your normally cheerful demeanor dwindled to something snarky, something avoidant. all you did nowadays was study till your brain rotted, and it made you a bitter person. he was waiting for the day you'd collapse, and the moment you did, it was worse than he expected. good thing he was there to take care of you. to pamper you because you were his baby.

*contains suggestive content!!

key: e/c -> eye color

・┆✦ʚ♡ɞ✦ ┆・

hey y'all!! 💌

again, not sure how the whole tumblr thing works. i'm experimenting and trying out writing for fun, so please be kind. i was pretty out of it when i wrote this, so ignore any typos or inconsistencies. also, bear with our y/n. she's crafted this way for a reason.

it's my first time writing a short fic/drabble, and i did this as more of an experiment. i welcome feedback but please be kind with your words. i am just learning and finding out what works for me.

anyways, hope you enjoy lovelies!

best,

~ nene

The past few weeks had been a living hell.

Not because of the finals nearing round the corner, or because of the two hours of sleep you were getting per night; not because of the crude professors who made it their life mission to assign a million projects when the quarter was about to end; not because of your parents who did not give two shits about your mental health.

It was the distance you were maintaining with Eren that made it the hardest.

He was worried for you. You could tell by the way his eyebrows would furrow when you would decline yet another plea to relax, or the way his eyes conceringly flitted to your scrunched posture whenever you'd cuss at yourself, or the way he would gently, tenderly... remove your hands that tended to roughly rake through your hair when anxious.

Your breaking point was nearing, and he was holding himself back from embracing you right then and there. He was not one to interfere, but he wanted to take care of you, to ease the burden off your shoulders and reassure you that your studying would amount to great achievements. But he didn't know how to reach you. You were so caught up in your bubble of self-sabotage and pressure that you shut the rest of the world out, including him.

But he didn't want to be "the rest of the world." He would wallow in your bubble too, only if you'd let him in.

"Fucking deratives will be the end of me," he heard you seethe from your position on his gaming chair. The both of you were currently cooped up in his room, with him scrolling through TikTok and occasionally glancing at you while you revised and revised till your eyes were sore.

Eren's roommate flew out, which left the place to himself. He lured you here stating it would be better to study at his place with "no distractions" compared to your apartment with Hitch, who was quite the gossip and hinderance.

As you highlighted yet another section, you felt his eyes raking down your figure.

You were engulfed in his oversized grey hoodie, wearing nothing but a flimsy cotton bra and matching underwear underneath. Your hair was messily thrown up in a bun, a few strands tickling your forehead here and there, to which you frustratedly blew from your periphery. Lilac crescents embedded themselves into your under-eyes, followed with bags entailing sleep deprivation. One bare leg was propped up as you rested your chin on your knee and swung the other absentmindedly.

If you didn't stop studying now, you'd collapse from exhaustion. Three hours had passed by nonstop. You hadn't even drank water.

"Y/n," he called out gently.

You ignored him, but he knew you heard him because of that cute forehead scrunch you just did.

"Y/n," he called, this time a bit louder. Once again, that damn scrunch, but no verbal acknowledgement.

"Y/n!" he tried for the third time. You furrowed your eyebrows, scowling. Your slender finger pressed into your plump lips, a gesture made to silence him.

Leaving his position on the bed, he strided over to you. He got onto his knees and gently took ahold of your meandering hands. The callus of his fingers felt textured against your knuckles.

"Why are you ignoring me, babe?"

"I'm not ignoring you," you replied, trying to refocus your attention on your migraine-inducing Calculus textbook. He tried not to flinch at you shutting him out for the nth time this week.

It hurt him whenever you tried drowning him out like he was a petty distraction.

Because he wasn't to be discarded. He was your boyfriend, and he promised to always be there for you, so why wouldn't you just confide in him?

"I called for you three times, Y/n," he stated calmly. Letting go of one of your hands, he gently drew circles on your knee with the pad of his thumb, hoping it'd soothe your nerves. Goosebumps littered your skin at the gesture.

"Can't you see I'm studying, Ren? I can't talk right now." Overstimulated and tired, you weren't in the mood to converse. In fact, you weren't in the mood to do anything. All you wanted to do was collapse onto your sheets and fall into a hundred-year slumber, but unfortunately, finals exist to give you enough of a reality check.

"You are working so hard, so take a break, please," he pleaded yet again.

He'd beg if it meant you'd prioritize your health. He cared more about you than his ego. That's why he always rebounded with a gentle demeanor, even if you were rude and snarky. He knew your brash attitude wasn't your fault. You just didn't function well under stress.

The unfiltered truth was, you weren't used to the princess treatment Eren offered. As a child, you had gotten used to your parents' nagging. Sleepless nights became routine if it meant you'd score straight A's. It had been like this all throughout high school.

Until you met Eren.

He prioritized you first, always, and taught you to do the same. It was sort of... a culture shock to you, a difficult adjustment. You needed time getting accustomed to this novel way of thinking, and luckily Eren was understanding.

Couldn't say your self-sabotage wasn't eating away at him, though.

"And you need to take a break from badgering me. I'm perfectly fine," you snarked. Your eyes broke contact with his, gaze landing once again on the textbook to your left.

Angling your chair, you turned your body away from him, trying to focus on the task at hand. You couldn't bear to look at him because you knew he was right. If you gave in, you would stop studying. If you stopped studying, you'd catastrophically fail, which could not happen.

With a frustrated sigh, Eren swiftly snagged your textbook and threw it behind him. It collided with the mattress with a large 'thud.' You gasped as he grabbed the edge of your chair, turning it towards him.

"You're not getting that textbook until you eat and drink something," he asserted, a layer of seriousness washing over his green eyes.

"What the hell, Eren? Give it back!" You shrieked.

"You heard the conditions."

"Eren, this is serious. I don't have time to play games right now. Please... give it back."

"Who said I'm playing games, Y/n? The only reason I'm doing this is because you're being negligent towards yourself."

"Okay, well that's my problem. Who are you to interfere?" You countered.

"Hey, I'm not trying to be your mom or anything. As your boyfriend, I care about you. It's just a glass of water and a snack, Y/n. Do it for yourself. You deserve a break."

You started panicking. An uneasy feeling sprawled up your stomach as your hands got clammy. "No! You don't understand."

"Then enlighten me, babe. I'm right here."

Rolling your eyes, you stood up from the chair, trying not to cringe at the weird noise emitted from the leather upon loss of contact with your skin. You reached forward to grab your textbook off the mattress, but Eren was faster. He took ahold of your wrist and lowered it.

You grunted in frustration. "I—I need to study, Ren. Badly. My career and future depend on it. These are hard subjects. I need hours and hours of studying to ace these exams. You don't get it."

He doesn't reply, continuing to look at you sternly and not budging. Your nerves were skyrocketing. What was his deal? This wasn't the time to be testing your patience. Plus, if he really cared, he'd understand your desperation.

"Okay, whatever sick fun you're trying to derive out of this isn't cool," you deadpanned.

You tried pulling your wrist out of his grip, but he required little to no effort to keep you at bay, simply planting his feet further into the ground when you tried shoving him. Your e/c-eyed stare pierced him like daggers, but his resolve was impenetrable.

God, what a stubborn fuck.

You continued wriggling and squirming to no avail. Your bottom lip began trembling. Liquid pooled at your lashline, threatening to moisten your cheeks with its salty trail.

You broke.

Sniffling, you shoved him repeatedly in the chest. "I hate you. I hate this. I fucking hate college and hate my parents and hate finals and hate this fucked up system that does nothing but capitalize on our stress and hate motherfucking Calculus and professor Ackerman and—"

Moist lips enclosed your own, trapping them tantalizingly. The kiss was brief and sweet. He used it as a way to tranquilize you, gently trapping both of your wrists with his one hand.

"Shh, just let me take care of you, baby," he rasped as he tenderly interlocked his arms under your legs, lifting and placing you on the bed. The mattress felt soft against your spine.

If pamper had a textbook definition, Eren's face would definitely appear in the margin.

[leviandtina]

When my brain saw these pictures and the colors behind them, it reminded me of :

GRIFFINDOR-HUFFLEPUFF-RAVENCLAW AND SLYTHERIN

🦁🦨🦅🐍

[22themoon]

Its never been a silly little joke i need these fictional men to be real

Im getting depressed🤩

[wallpapers4screen]

[thateurosite]

🎶 Eurovision music round-up: July 2023

🎶 New music from Mimicat, Blanka, Marco Mengoni, Voyager, Eimear Quinn, KALUSH, Lena, Dami Im, Cornelia Jakobs, Benjamin, ela., Browsing Collection, and more in this July round-up of the best and biggest releases by artists from #Eurovision and beyond!

Summer (or Winter, for those on the Southern Hemisphere) is in full swing now. After a couple of very busy moinths, it is time for a slow down this time, but there are still some absolute gems that came out in July. So get ready for another, but smaller, edition of the round-up, in which I highlight all the best and biggest Eurovision related music releases of the month! In this edition:…

[pinkbowsaroundmysoul]

NERD! Armin. AOT College AU pt. 2 (NSFW)

: ̗̀➛ summary: Part 2 of the NERD! Armin AOT College AU. Armin takes you to the bathroom of the frat house for some "alone time". Armin is a freak and needs you badly.

AOT COLLEGE AU: Part 1, Part 2

: ̗̀➛ mentions!: No use of (y/n), sorry y'all I can't do it. NERD! Armin! COLLEGE AU (yes this means everyone here is an adult). Armin's tongue piercing. soft praises, fingering, semi-public sex, exhibitionism fantasies (verbal only)

: ̗̀➛ author's note: All credit towards @ маша мышка! on Tiktok/ @ musapylsa on Tumblr for the art. Also take a look at Part 1 for some more context in the story. Leave a comment and a like! Send me requests for other stories you want me to write. Enjoy!

୨⎯ "story below" ⎯୧

When Armin Arlert had asked you if you wanted to "get out of here," you had mistakenly assumed it meant to fully leave the party and go off to the dorm room that you emptied out your wallet to pay for during the semester.

Except the blonde haired nerd had a totally different idea of what that meant. Rather just a different room, same house.

And so you found yourself trading the kitchen to being pressed against the bathroom sink as you both continued with sloppy kisses and soft groans.

You never would have ever predicted that you'd be one of the people to annoying take up the bathroom at a party. The very place that he warned you about when you originally invited him to not trust.

Well - you were now part of the reason why the such a place can't be seriously relied upon.

It was almost too easy to forget about where you were with Armin's lips capturing your own - desperate and needy.

The loud- now EDM music was booming, practically shaking the thin walls along with cheers and jeers from the other party goers which all seem to meld into some incoherent background noise. It ranked unimportant in comparison to his touch.

Your skin, scorchingly hot with desire and for a moment you wondered if Armin's felt the same. If he understood the flame that was consuming you. The one that belonged to years long hidden feelings for him.

It swirled dangerously with other confusing feelings. Those that were purposely left aside because you didn't want to confront them.

Not now.

Not when you had him wanting you back.

Except this wasn't how you envisioned this to pan out either. Gone was romanticized notions of being politely asked out, going on a cute coffee date and a bajillion other sweet fantasies. It was roughly pushed aside for hungry kisses in a small bathroom at the frat party Eren had invited you to.

"Armin," you gasp out against his lips as he lifts you up with surprising ease onto the bathroom counter and slots himself between your legs. You could feel just how aroused he was with his clothed erection, rubbing against you with dangerously pleasurable friction.

"You feel what you do to me?" he whispers hotly into your ear as he leaves a cascade of open-mouth kisses down your throat. "How hard you get me?"

"Yes," you breathe out the answer, already mentally reeling from the friction. It was like you were short circuiting. Everything was honing in on how he was making you feel in the stolen moment.

He pants softly in your ear as he grinds against you, unable to help himself. You bring your arms up to wrap around him, bringing you both as closely as you could get together like some strange humanoid reverse mitosis process.

"Can I see?" he slows down to pull back to look at your face. In his ocean blue eyes you could his softness, yet within its depths you saw whirls of unspoken yearning. He swallows, his Adam's apple bobbing, "Can I see how wet you are?" He barely whispers.

"But it would be embarrassing for you to see me like that," you tell him quietly. The air thick with not so hidden desires and mounting needs.

"There's nothing about you that would be embarrassing," he murmurs reassuringly, pressing gentle kisses against your jawline. His hands come down to meet at your waist, but doesn't go any further as he waits for your answer. "Please?"

You falter a little at his soft plea. It was enough to relent against your better judgement.

"Ok then."

Armin's thin lips turn up into a small smile as he unbuckled your pants and easily pulled them down along with your panties, exposing your glistening pussy to the air.

He drags it down to hang, bunched up at your calves as he takes a finger to run through your slit.

"This all for me?" he asks, his touch almost reverent. "You're so beautiful."

Your face burns from the compliment. "It feels weird seeing you look so intently" you say shyly.

"Don't be shy now," he chuckles, bringing a wet finger to his lips to taste. He groans softly before bringing back the same one down to prod at your entrance.

"Can I?" He looks at you again.

"Armin...someone could come in here," you sputtered out, barely remembering where you are now.

"Then let's hurry so we don't get caught," he whispers against your lips as he sinks his finger into your wet heat. "There we go. Good girl." he murmurs as he captures your lips into another kiss, pumping his finger in long strokes.

"Armin-" you squeak only to get cut off from another deep kiss. He presses you more into the bathroom counter, using his other hand to fully take off your pants and panties so he could maneuver your legs to spread open for him without restriction.

You moan into his mouth as he pumps his finger in and out faster, hitting the exact spot that makes your mind go blank.

The pleasure overrode any rational thought, leaving nothing but the ache between your legs for and insatiable need for "more". You didn't think about how in your ideal world that you would rather have taken it slow with him. You definitely didn't have the time to sit on the wake up call that your childhood best friend was so very different than the version of him that you had idealized in your mind.

He swallowed your moans with more kisses, slipping in his pierced tongue into your mouth to explore while he added another finger. He was calculating all the while. Logging in the back of his mind which spots to press on more. Which ones elicited a louder moan or a caused your hips to buckle.

The wet sounds coming from your pussy filled the small bathroom, mingling in with your muffled moans.

Armin pulls away to eye your pleasured expression, groaning at the sight. His pants growing tighter with arousal.

"Are you close?" he leans forward to kiss down to your collarbone.

"I don't...I don't think I am," you pant out.

"C'mon sweet girl," he practically purrs against you. "I know you can give it to me."

"But Armin-"

"You don't want someone to come knocking and hearing how I'm taking care of you right?" He eyed you.

The thought of someone coming to use the bathroom while the two of you were very occupied inside sent a shiver down your spine. Armin smirked as he moved his fingers faster, his palm pressing down pressure to grind against your swollen clit.

"You just got tighter around my fingers," he noted aloud "Did you like the idea of almost getting caught?"

"No," you protested through moans, your hips grinding against his palm to get the much needed delicious friction against your throbbing bud.

"I think you do," he insisted with a smirk "What if I continued finger-fucking your pretty pussy if someone comes over?"

You nearly roll your eyes back in pleasure, a pressure building up in the lower depths of your stomach. Armin's filthy words, although a fantasy that you'd rather not explore, was making your inner walls greedily flutter around his fingers.

Armin leans into you to press hot sloppy kisses to your neck. "What if I don't stop when they enter? Gonna be a good girl for me while I show off how good you take my fingers deep inside you?"

"Armin please," you begged. For what even you didn't know. A plea for him to stop putting such a thought in your mind that was more arousing than you'd care to admit. Or perhaps a plea to get you off quicker so something like that wouldn't happen.

He groaned against your skin. He didn't anticipate your begging was going to be so beautiful to his ears. "I'll get you there, baby. I'll get you there." he mumbled. "Gonna have you fall apart from my fingers f'me."

At this point the wetness was so obscenely loud as it bounced off the echoes of the bathroom that there was no way that even if someone didn't hear your moans, that they wouldn't know what was going on in there.

You felt the pressure reach a breaking point as you finally reach your release, trembling and gasping his name like a prayer, your hips stuttering against his hand.

Armin let out a low moan, closing his eyes briefly for second as he shuddered against you. "Fuck, I just came in my pants like a teenager seeing you like that," he huffed as he got his bearings, pulling his fingers out of your soaking wet pussy.

He lifts up his wet digits to suck on carefully. "Delicious."

"I didn't know you were so good at that," you comment as you slowly descended from your high, your head ringing from reaching Cloud Nine.

"I didn't know either," he presses a soft kiss to your lips, breaths intermingling with one another.

There was a sudden knock on the bathroom door, that pulled you both out of your intimate moment.

"C'mon let's go, baby" he nudges you as he bends down to grab your discarded clothes.

Armin slots your legs in each pant leg with such gentleness, uncaring to the frantic knocking from the other side of the door.

You were right about one thing - the realization you had in the kitchen earlier. You didn't know anything about this version of Armin. The one that left your mind whirling with a difficult acceptance that he wasn't the boy you knew in high school- despite his rather unchanging appearance.

This wasn't the Armin you thought you could immerse yourself in to refuse the inevitable changes of adulthood. No, Armin was always like this. You just didn't want to see it.

And now he was dragging you into that world whether you liked it or not. A world that was filled with unexpected pleasure and the anticipated admission of feelings that you had previously thought you'd never get from him.

[lixiemissexotic]

��� ᖇᗴᗷᗩᕼ -ᗷᖇᗴᑎT ᖴᗩIYᗩᘔ ᖴT. ᑭᒪᑌᘜ! ᗴᖇᗴᑎ Yᗴᗩᘜᗴᖇ

the city lit the apartment like a hazzy dream, deep purple hues spilling over the bed, the skyline glowing gold and dark behind the glass. rehab by brent faiyaz played low from the speaker, bass humming softly.

eren lounged across the bed, lean and shirtless, muscles on full display, long brunette hair pushed back messily. his chain rested against his collarbone, green eyes tracking every move you made with a smirk watching you roll up.

“why you always roll it so pretty?” his voice low, lazy, and a hint of that cocky whine he only used when he wanted your attention.

“like you tryna seduce me or some shit” he said flashing a smile at you.

“shut up ren” you said trying to hold in the giggle.

“make me”

you didn’t answer, just placed the blunt between his lips and leaned in to light it. the orange hues of the flame lit up his features. he’s really such a pretty boy, plump pretty lip, and intense green eyes. he held your gaze as he pulled, smoke curling from his lips like sin before exhaling the smoke upwards.

“damn,” he muttered, letting the smoke drift toward the ceiling. “my girl don’t play.”

you climbed onto the bed beside him into his lap, and his arm immediately hooked around your waist, pulling you into him like his life depended on it.

out there, he was untouchable, in control, always aware. but in here? He was just yours. all the roughness and constant stress that came with what he did basically just melted in your hands as you held on to him.

“missed you ren,” you murmured, pressing a gentle kiss to his temple .

you played your head in his chest, ear pressed against him listening to his heart beating. something about moments like these are what grounded the both of you. no matter how hectic or difficult your days were coming home to each other was all you two needed. when he looked at you, he felt everything soften.

“you know princess, when i’m with you, it’s different. you make all the noises go quiet.”

you brushed a hand through his hair, fingers threading through the softness. he leaned into your touch like he’s been hearing for it.

“i don’t want nothin’ else right now,” he said, voice low. “just this. just you my pretty girl.”

his lips finally met yours, slower than usual this time, tasting of smoke and honeyed yearning. the city kept glowing behind you, but here, wrapped in purple haze and him, it felt like the world had finally gone still.

★ sorry if this was hot ass i haven’t written anything in a while. soft plug boyfriend eren will always live rent free in my head. <3 likes and reblogs always appreciated.

© 2024 𝐀𝐥𝐥 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝗼 𝐥𝐢𝐱𝐢𝐞𝐢𝐬𝐠𝗼𝐝. 𝐂𝗼𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐬𝐡𝗼𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐧𝗼𝐭 𝐛𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝗼𝐥𝐞𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐩𝐮𝐭 𝗼𝐧 𝗼𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐟𝗼𝐫𝗺𝐬.

[mirathescientist]

pairings: Onyankopon x black!reader

warnings: beach sex, fluffy

a/n: this was something i quickly put together bc guess what y'all. a bitch turns 22 today!!!! AHHHHHH. ໒꒰ྀིᵔ ᵕ ᵔ ꒱ྀི১ we'll see if im sober enough later to share some pictures, but i do hope yall enjoy this fic. she's very cutesy

Birthday wishes

Loved. That's the feeling coursing through your body as the ones you loved sang you happy birthday. Your cheeks hurting from the attention and laughter due to Jean and Eren's off key singing.

Looking up from the dessert decorated with flames your eyes scanned the tent before landing on him.

The single dimple decorating his left cheek was prominent as he happily sang along with the group. The most handsome smile being sent your way as your eyes locked, giving you a full display of his gold grills decorated with your initials on each upper canine.

To say Onyankopon was a good boyfriend was an understatement. He was everything and more when it came to your wishes in a man. He was respectful, kind, passionate, extremely handsome, and the most caring man you had ever met.

Birthdays had never been your thing due to something always going wrong leaving you sad at the end of the night. However, with Ony he made it his mission to have you feel properly celebrated, always leaving you feeling like a princess by the end of the night.

Throughout the entire 3 years of your relationship, he seemed to make each birthday better than last. This year being a surprise trip to Bora Bora.

Forcing yourself to break eye contact with him you looked back down at the dessert just as the song ended.

“Girl, make a wish. I'm hungry” Sasha blurted out immediately, earning a chorus of laughs and a light shove from Mikasa.

Quickly thinking of a wish, you lightly blew out the candles and basked in the cheers and applause sent your way.

After hours of having all attention on you, there was finally a time when you and Ony could run off together.

Silently the two of you walked hand in hand as you listened closely to the crashing of the waves.

“You having a good day?” He broke the silence once no longer in the eyesight of your friends

“I am” You smiled brightly as you stopped to admire the sunset “I can't thank you enough for doing this, Ony”

A small chuckle escaped him as he stopped to look at you.

Unable to tear his eyes away from your face as his heart melted at the glow the orange hue dancing on your face gave you.

God, you were just so beautiful to him. The way you smiled down to the way the soft breeze lightly blew your sundress was enough to make him fall in love all over again.

“Don't thank me, princess. You deserve this and more” He voiced as his large hands gripped your waist, a gentle hum leaving him as he finally felt satisfied with the feeling of your body flushed against him.

“I’d do anything for you. I'm just blessed to have you in my life” He admitted, voice softer than before.

Leaning down his lips brushed over the sensitive skin of your neck before trailing up to lightly place a kiss on your lips

Before you knew it you were staring up at the colorful hues of the sky as he delivered slow and passionate strokes

“Ony” You mewled softly, nails scratching across his back as he practically laid on top of you.

"Mhmm?" He murmured, his voice vibrating against your neck before lifting his head to stare into your eyes

There was nothing you could do but drown in those chocolate brown eyes. Complete bliss surrounding you as the waves seemed to time perfectly with his delicate movements.

“I love you so much” You finally gasped out. Voice wavering due to the intense amount of love and pleasure coursing through your veins.

“I love you too, mama” He whispered, strong arms reaching down to hook under your leg, giving him a better angle

The moment was perfect. The crashing of the waves, transition into nightfall, and grunts that slipped past Ony’s lips

You weren't exactly a true believer in wishes but at this moment in time you were the biggest believer of all.

[femaholicc]

—ㅤ꒰ྀིㅤ High Heels | a.arlert

Pairing: Armin Alert x fem! reader ( it is implied that reader is black)

Synopsis: Based off of my best friend armin drabble, read here for more context. Reader comes over to check and see if armin finished her homework as she so kindly(kind?) asked but ends up with more than just some papers.

Warnings: ୨ৎ 2.4k. fem black reader , lowercase intended on some parts, dry humping/grinding, she/ her pronouns, black coded , girly reader , sub! armin , praise, teasing, pet names (pretty , good boy, gorgeous), foot play? (not rlly). comments are welcome and loved!

“Min did you do my work like I asked you” You huffed as you slide onto his couch. Setting your pink coach purse on his lap smoothing out the wrinkles on your pretty gingham skirt.

Armin turned towards you a disappointed look on his face. “ I cant always do your work for you , how will you pass the class”

“Im going to pass just fine Armin what I dont have time for is you nagging me about something you promised you would do” You spoke bitterly crossing your arms over your chest.

Armin bristled at the bitter tone you spit out with his name. It was only “Armin” when you were annoyed with him , always a sugary “Min” or “ Minnie” when you talked to him.

With a sigh Armin took out your neatly folded homework that he had stayed up early in the morning finishing for you. “I cant always do this for you, I hardly have time to do my own work anymore”

“Sounds like a you problem not mine” you scoffed playing with the rings on your fingers. Why did he have to be so stubborn! Weren't friends supposed to help each other. You turned towards armins pouting frame a slight grin adorning your glossy lips an idea forming in your head as you slung your brown legs over his thighs bringing your hands to play with his blonde locks.

“Well I suppose if its just too much work for my little minnie to handle I could always ask rennie to do it for me dont wanna stress you out of course ” you twirled his hair between your fingers. “You know chem is his specialty”

Armin bristled at the mention of Erens name. Since when did you call him “rennie” nicknames were always something you reserved for him. He’ll be damned if he lets you spend any more time with the person who has him in this predicament in the first place

N-No its okay I can handle it dont worry your pretty head about it”

“Mhmm pretty? You think im pretty min” You leaned close brushing your lips over his ear circling your arms around his neck flirty smile adorning your perfect lips

Armin gulped , hands suddenly becoming sweaty, face growing hot. “Course I do…your the prettiest girl in the world” his cheeks flamed pink , he pushed his face into the collar of his sweater fidgeting with the hem of your skirt. God how he secretly loved when you teased him it never failed to have his dick growing tight in his boxers. He mentally sighed already knowing what game you were playing at. You always did this to him whenever you wanted him to do something using your sweet words against him.

“Well arent you adorable. But I don’t like complainers so maybe I will take my problems to eren since helping your best friend is such a chore” an annoyed expression made its way onto your face

You get up grabbing your purse off of his lap popping a piece of gum in your mouth prepared to leave for your dorm , but with one glance at his pants....you see he wasn’t embarrassed by your teasing but for another reason

“ Oh my god Minnie did you just get hard” you laughed pulling his flushed face closer to your own peering down at the obvious tent in his pants trying to get a closer look. “Thats so pathetic getting turned on from your best friend and I didnt even do anything. Giggling you bring your lips closer to his ear.

“oh my god are you like a pervert or something“

You laughed in his face relishing in how red his face got. Poking at his cheeks and grabbing his jaw in between your manicured hands. “Gosh who knew my geek of a best friend could even get it up , I mean arent you nerds supposed to only get any play from your hands and the pathetic little comic book girls and anime’s you watch, you probably jerk off to it too huh”

“ I d-dont I m-mean Im not a perv I dont jerk off to those types of t-things”

Armin stumbled over his words trying to say anything anything that would have you believe him , he didn't want you thinking he was a pervert on top of all the other things he guessed you didn't like about him anymore. The thought alone of you hating something about him made his head ache and his heart grind inside of his chest.

You stood up pressing the heel of your shoe into his growing erection “Your not a pervert? Then whats this minnie seems like you are one to me”

“You probably jerk off thinking about me when I leave dont you , I mean if something as small as a little teasing can get you this hard who knows what other perverted thought you think of me , thats so so so dirty and disgusting min”

He grabbed your ankle trying to remove your foot off of him which only made you press down harder. Armin groaned softly into the palm of his hand desperately trying to control his hips from rutting up into the palm of your shoe , your degrading words combining with how close you two were your perfume invading his senses all made his brain go foggy eyes glossing over.

“Aw look at you getting off on me stepping on your poor excuse of a dick ,is it even big? giggling you pressed your face closer to his

"Probably not I mean how could someone like you get that , the only thing your blessed with is that beautiful brain of yours and looks like thats going dumb too” you giggled moving your heel back and forth across the erection prodding at his zipper

Armin moaned at your harsh words hands shaking around your ankle as his hips started grinding up onto your shoe , pretty blue eyes starting to brim over with tears

“m-mhm sorry cant h-help it i'm sorry just feels s-so good c-causeyou ” he whined pathetically , tears slipping down his milky pink cheeks, trying to convey to you how this was technically your fault and failing miserably but his hips just couldn’t stop the slow grinding rhythm that had him start frantically humping your shoe

“God min your so pathetic look at you getting off on using my shoe like a dog in heat humping his owners leg , your fucking pathetic you know that. "so mind fucked already you cant even control your hips” You sneered taking his jaw between your fingers kissing away his tears prying open his mouth spitting your gum onto his pink tongue

“Maybe you should be like this always , my perfect pathetic little puppy" you smiled at the idea "thats all your good for anyways since you cant even handle doing a couple dumb homework assignments”

“.Y-Yea I can do that be your p-puppy mmm - love you s-so much you k-know that… dont wanna mmph - loose you” Armin whined out moving your foot to the same rhythm his hips were going trying to ease that achy feeling in his cock , all his emotions and fears of little you leaving him tumbling out in pathetic whines and whimpers.

“Oh min arent you adorable but cant have you cumming like this I mean you haven’t even thought about my needs tsk tsk such a selfish boy” You removed your heel from his body throwing a dissatisfied look his way

“I mean just look at me all drenched for you minnie” you laughed , “and who woulda thought little ol you could get me like this”

Armin went speechless watching you lift the hem of your skirt up giving him a nice pretty view of your soaked pussy through pink panties juices dripping down your thighs. you grabbed his hand placing it right where you needed it , small fingers overlapping his larger ones dragging his fingers up and down your clit circling the small bud.

Armins eyes zeroed in on your pretty panty covered pussy , eyes glossing over in a daze feeling the way the translucent slick coated his fingers feeling the heat of your pretty pussy through your panties

Finally finding some momentum to move because when would a chance to touch gorgeous you like this ever come again he thought, armin pulls your panties to the side thick fingers sliding between your gooey folds marveling in how much your dripping around him.

“I-idiot you gotta put them mhmph inside god have you even done this before” "so kay ill show you min" sliding your self onto his lap you put your back to his chest spreading your thighs over his much larger ones , bringing his hand back down over your pussy. “this is what you gotta do min make me feel good kay” you pushed two of his fingers inside your gummy walls back arching at the pleasurable intrusion.

Armin stared in awe at the swell of your breasts that started to poke out of your little top eyes trailing all the way down to where his fingers were now pushed nice and snug inside your pussy. God when was the last time you spoke to him so nicely? That sugary sweet tone you use to have for him returning to your voice. Was this all it took? His fingers plugging your hole for you to be nice to him?

“Min - Min!” You nudge the side of his face trying to nudge him out of his dazed off gaze “You gotta move your fingers dumb boy come on if you make me cum I promise Ill be reallyyy nice to you from now on” you smiled up at him leaning up just enough to press a glossy kiss to the side of his mouth

Armin’s ears perked up at that. Maybe you two could finally go back to how you used to be all he had to do was make you cum once? Armin found himself thinking he’d do anything anything to get you to look at him how you use to again without that demeaning gaze you usually held for him. He wrapped his forarm around your waist pulling you flush against him , knees pushing apart your legs to have you fully bared open for him.

He pulled his fingers slowly out of you and plunged them back into you , fingers stretching you out sliding against your gummy walls

“am I doing this right , y-you feel good look reallyy pretty like this” fingers fucking into your stuffed cunt at a brutal pace, glossy juices dripping down onto his lap. You could feel his dick twitching beneath you pressing into your behind and oh my god were you wrong about him being small.

“Min - minniee right there making me feel s-so good your such a good boy” your voice slurred trying to keep your head up but with each nasty thrust of his fingers your resolve fell. Your own fingers gripping his thighs , eyelashes fluttering shut at the familiar tight coil building in your stomach , ass rubbing back and forth over his dick squirming around in his lap

“ I-Im your g-good boy? y-yea yourgood boy” His teeth dug into his pink lips trying to suppress his pitiful noises , words slurring together at the praise you gave him. He shut his eyes in his head he knows he must sound so pathetic right now he just wanted to crawl away in embarrassment. I mean how could he be getting off on just your words praising him and the thick curve of your ass just simply pressing into him.

Even so the thought of disappointing you was even worse than his crippling embarrassment so he circled your clit with his thumb , fingers curling inside of your pink drooling hole, pampering your neck with open mouth sloppy kisses eager to do anything to make you cum to please you

“ooo minnie g-gonna cum your gonna make me cum im so close” your acrylic fingers curled around his wrist trying to drive his fat fingers deeper in your wet pussy. Armins head dropped on your shoulder slightly damp blonde hair tickling your cheek, thick rimmed glasses sliding down his nose.

“Gonna mhmm make you cum pretty gonna make you l-love me again. His words stuttered out of his mouth , his mouth making wet little hickies on your shoulder, thick fingers scissoring your drooling pussy , juices spilling into a small puddle onto his pants mixing in with his own pre cum from your mindless humping.

Armin removed his fingers from your cunt , fingers latching onto your waist arching you forward pulling his cock from the confines of his pants with a small groan from his lips. Pretty pink tip leaking so so much pre cum onto his thighs before he began moving you harshly back and forth on his dick sliding himself between your lips , pussy juices gushing down his shaft.

“Gonna cum like this pretty, p-prettiest pussy in the worlds gonna make me cum - mhmm s-so close” he rocked you back and forth against his cock gasping when he felt his head bump into your clit eyes rolling back the euphoric feeling of you humping his cock was bringing you both closer and closer to the edge “Ohgosh min angel feels so good b-best dick ever your like better than m-my pillow” you whined out , your moans bouncing off his walls, fingers grabbing his knees to leverage yourself to rut faster against him.

Angel. armin quivered at the soft name leaving your lips. Such a sweet endearment was directed towards him. If he wasn't a goner for you before he definitely was now.

The slick sounds , heavy breathing and your praise combined with all the gushing your pussy was doing and feelings he felt for you pushed him to the edge voice growing hoarse , him cumming onto your pussy with a loud moan head thrown back against the couch. You weren’t too far behind him , the feeling of his cum soaking your pussy making you cum with a soft moan , legs shaking nearly making you fall off his lap.

Armin finally gained enough strength to lift his head looking at you only to be met with the sight of your flushed fucked out face dipping between your thighs tasting the mix of cum you two left behind , tongue swirling your fingers leaving a soft pop!

“You taste good min really impressive for a dumb nerd like you” You grinned cheekily familiar teasing tone lacing into your voice.

“Tell me did grinding your dumb cock through my pussy feel good” you stroked your fingers through his hair , his head leaning into your touch before moaning into your palm when you sharply tugged at the blonde strands.

“Gonna use your shower now! Make sure my homework is done when I get out then we can finally put your looser cock to more work” taking off your clothing throwing it into his nearby hamper you blew him a kiss bouncing off to his bathroom.

Armin groaned loudly into his hand a lovesick doupy smile growing onto his lips. God what was he gonna do with you. He should have known one time wouldn’t be enough for you!

[torasplanet]

❝𝙆𝙄𝙎𝙎 𝙇𝘼𝙉𝘿.ᐟ❞

NERD! A. ARLERT + PARTY GIRL! F. READER

𝙨𝙪𝙢𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙮 ; you and armin have always been close...a little too close some might say but a couple drinks and an edible at a concert makes you grow closer than before.

𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜 ; smut, fluffy(maybe??) public makeout, public fingering, emo!eren because I haven't seen that before, goth!mikasa, college au, reader can also be perceived as scene, praise, and reader skin color not mentioned

marls notes 2 u(*´▽｀*) ; comeback era! i couldn't resist but write a little something after seeing this armin fanart!! creds to @musapylsa for her art!! wrote this in one night

“C’mon, wake up. I can’t do all your work, y’know?” Armin says in your ear as you raise your head to look up at him with a pout. Armin’s cheeks bloom slightly pink at the sight of your messy hair sprawled on your face with that pout.

Sitting up, you groan as you lean back in your chair. “I’m not sleeping. I’m just thinkin’...” You mutter not listening to a single word of this boring ass lecture. You’re too tired, too. All you’ve been thinking about is what to do tonight, it feels like forever since you’ve done something. I mean, yes, you have gone out a lot, but when do you not? You just want to do something with your friends because they’re not party people like you are, well, maybe Eren is, but still not the level you are.

You’ve been so busy thinking about something you all would enjoy. “About what? You never think.” Armin says with a smile as you playfully glare at him. You slowly begin to copy some of his notes as you sigh.

“I was thinking about what to do tonight.” You admit as you lean almost on the blonde’s shoulder to read his handwriting. Armin nearly bursts into flames at how close you are to him, he gets so flustered easily around you. He just can’t help it when you’re so beautiful. 

“Didn’t you go out last night? Would it kill you to stay inside for a day?” Armin asks. He doesn’t get how you can constantly go outside and go party, he’s not really a party person. It’s mainly because he doesn’t like being there when you’re talking to other people, he gets jealous, and then he gets upset because he doesn’t have the right to be jealous. Armin’s feelings for you have always been more than a friend’s feelings should be, and to be honest, you have as well.

Those blue eyes and blonde hair have captivated you since high school, and you’ve never made a move, but you can’t help but let your stare linger when he’s around. “Probably. I wanted to do something with you guys because you don’t like parties, and I was thinking about something we could do.” You said, shrugging your shoulders. You know that parties aren’t all college is about, but there has to be some balance between all of that work and the parties, because all of this work is definitely a hassle.

An idea then sparks in your mind. “Oh! We could go to a concert, there’s one happening late tonight!” You say it louder than a whisper. A concert is the perfect idea, all four of you guys have gone to countless concerts together over the years, and it’s been fantastic.

Armin blinks at you through his glasses. “How are you going to manage getting tickets this last minute?” He asks in disbelief. Over the years and all the people that he’s known over the years, you’re the craziest person he’s known; not in the terms of partying or drinking, but because you always have the craziest ideas that always somehow manage to work out.

I mean, what do you mean you’re going to find four tickets to a concert the same day? “I’ll find out somehow. What, you don’t trust me?” You say flirtatiously as you lean close to Armin’s face, watching with glee as his face brightens up with a blush. Armin avoids eye contact with you as he feels his pants getting tighter.

“No, no! I do…I just…I don’t know.” Armin stammers over his words as you just stare up into him, fluttering your eyelashes. You grin and laugh. Armin is such a cutie, you’ve always wanted to make a move on him, but…you’ve been too scared that maybe it would mess up the group. Not to sound cocky but you were sure that he wouldn’t reject you, the way he looks at you, the way he’d be so nervous whenever you were a bit close. You were sure you could have him, but it wasn’t worth losing your other friends over. You just wanted all of you to be friends and…you were waiting for this to pass.

I guess it was taking a bit too long to pass. “Then trust me. We’ll be there tonight.” You say with a grin as you place your hand on his thigh, not missing the hard-on in his jeans and definitely not missing how it gets harder with your fingers placed on the seam of his pant leg.

Armin doubted you, even though he knew that you would find some way to do it. Just when he thought you would never get the tickets for this 8:30 PM concert and it was turning 7:00, he and Eren get that call from you with Mikasa in the background screaming about how fucking lucky the four of you are and how they should get ready. He couldn’t believe his ears. 

“I think tonight, I’m definitely gonna make a move on Mikasa,” Eren says as he smudges his eyeliner in the mirror, as Armin pulls his green tee over the white long-sleeve. Armin almost breaks his neck with how fast he turns to Eren. It’s not like it’s that new of a topic, he’s heard Eren drunkenly talking about how fucking hot he thinks Mikasa is but he usually assumed it’s just guy talk. Lots of guys will call their female friends hot and never want to make a move, not because they can’t, but just because he doesn’t want to date her, but Eren has never talked about Mikasa like this before.

“What? You actually are gonna like…ask her out?” Armin says, trying to figure out the right words. He’s been talking the same in terms of this since middle school, if he had a quarter for every time someone would make fun of him for that, he wouldn’t be in student debt right now.

Eren turns his head as he pauses his smudges. “I mean, yeah. You think she’s not into me?” Eren says, turning back toward the mirror. Of course, Armin doesn’t think that everyone he’s ever met has been into Eren. He just thinks that maybe this will create a rift in the friend group, like maybe they’ll start dating and just start doing things on their own and never meet up with him or you ever again.

Armin hums nervously. “No…maybe she does, but like, don’t you think it’ll kind of ruin the group?” Armin asks. Not so much worried about them but about his feelings for you, he’s thought that maybe acting on his feelings would affect all of you guys’ friendship. If Eren doesn’t care and if Mikasa doesn’t care, then maybe that’s a green light.

Eren shrugs. “No, do you think so? I think it’ll just be us but like me and Mikasa are fucking like you and [Y/N].” He says with a teasing tone, which makes Armin blush. Eren had never stopped teasing Armin for his crush on you since he found out about it. Armin always denies it, but Eren does not believe him.

Eren has not believed him since the day he woke up to Armin moaning your name in his sleep. “We’re not! I don’t know why you keep saying that.” Armin says, embarrassed as he rolls his eyes. “And I don’t think it’d be weird…” He finishes as he stuffs his hands into his pockets.

The brunette turns around and faces his childhood friend with a smug grin. “Great then…Maybe, I don’t know, maybe you can start tonight. Finally show her that new piercing. Because I’m sure, and Mikasa would be relieved once you two finally get together.” Eren says, gesturing to Armin’s mouth. Armin groans in annoyance. He hadn’t been intentionally hiding his new tongue piercing, you just hadn’t noticed for some reason. I mean, you definitely noticed how in the first few weeks of getting his piercing, he would speak in whispers and barely open his mouth, but after a few excuses, you stopped pushing it.

Armin did not even want the piercing. Eren had convinced him to get it because he was getting his eyebrow pierced and didn’t want to do it alone, claiming that the eyebrow piercing pain would be so harsh, and Armin should get a lighter piercing to help him with it. Armin fell for that bullshit just to have his tongue swollen and painful for weeks while Eren walked around pain free with a new piercing.

“You are so crude. We’re just really close friends, nothing about it.” Armin says, adjusting his glasses. Eren does not buy that excuse whatsoever, but he decides not to push it anymore because it will ultimately end in nothing.

Eren pushes his hair back into a man bun before shrugging. “Whatever, we should head over there, right?” He says, and Armin nods, watching as the man digs in his drawer and slips something in his pocket, but he doesn’t bother to say anything about it.

The two men walk over to the door and open it just to see the two girls in front of it with Mikasa’s hand raised as if she were getting ready to knock. “Oh hey, we were literally about to get you.” She says with a smile on her face, although Armin is having a hard time focusing on her words when he’s too busy staring at you. That skirt is so flowy, and that tank hugs you so nicely that he can’t help but stare at your chest. With how the two of you girls are dressed, he feels as though he’s underdressed with just his dark-washed jeans and his layered shirts. 

You notice his gaze on your body and grin, but you don’t say anything about it. “We got drinks. We can pregame on the train. let’s go.” You say, grinning at the boys, smiling a bit too hard at the blonde. You guys would be taking the train if it wasn’t for Eren crashing his fucking car when he was drunk-driving but instead, you’re on the train to a concert. 

It doesn’t take too long to get to the train station, and it doesn’t take long for the train to come either. “I know you’re not really a drinker, so you won’t need that much.” You say to Armin as you two sit in a two-seater on the train in front of Eren and Mikasa, who had sat in the same seat. Armin gulps as you open up the bottle before holding it out to him. From how eager you are to drink with him, it makes him think you had a pregame for the pregame. “Open up, baby boy.” You say, grabbing hold of his chin, which makes the blonde’s legs shake in excitement. His hands go to the bottom of his shirt in an effort to pull it down and cover his boner.

Armin opens his mouth as he lifts his head in the air before you begin to pour the alcohol into his mouth until half of it is gone. Your gaze lingers on his Adam's apple bobbing from his swallowing rather than the colored liquid that falls into his mouth. Armin finally swallows the last bit and lets his lips linger on the opening, seemingly drinking down whatever was dripping, and looks at you as his face contorts into one of displeasure as if he had eaten an entire lemon. “Gross. You couldn’t have found a better tasting one?” Armin mutters as he sticks his tongue out in disgust, and there’s a gleam in your eyes.

You look as if you had just seen an angel yourself. “When did you get that?” You ask, almost dazed as you point at the ball on the flat of his tongue.

Armin sucks his tongue back into his mouth as he gulps. “A couple of weeks ago, I think a month. Eren convinced me.” He says with an awkward chuckle as he scratches the back of his neck, still coming back from the awful taste in his mouth. 

You think you’ll thank Eren for the rest of your life for this. You feel your panties sticking to your body just at the mere sight of that, and all the thoughts flood through your brain about what he could do with that. “It…it looks good.” You say with a ridiculous, silly smile on your face as you down the rest of the drink. Armin’s eyes linger on your lips wrapped around the opening, it’s almost like an indirect kiss, but it is not enough for him. He needs your lips on his, he needs your lips everywhere on his body.

“You guys want edibles?” Eren says, and Armin nods a bit too fast. Armin has always been more of a smoker rather than a drinker, and by smoker, he means eating edibles. It makes him feel better than drinking because he doesn’t think when he’s high; drinking makes him think so much that he can’t control what he’s saying. He needs to be both to balance it out. “There’s only two, so share,” Eren says, handing the boy a gummy.

Armin smiles before biting half of the gummy and offering it to you. You grin at the boy before leaning down and eating the other half, biting his fingers just a little bit with the most shit-eating smile on your face in the world. Armin is about to cum in his pants if you don’t stop what you’re doing. He knows you know what you’re doing. You know it too. You smile at him before leaning on his side and resting your head against his shoulder.

The blonde has always disliked how much of a tease you were. Grabbing his thigh, lying on him, holding him, you know the things that make him tick, and you know what makes his jeans get tighter, and you use it against him. It makes him so angry, but he can never stay angry with you. How could anyone? “You got those tongue piercings for the girls, huh? Want to learn new tricks to show off?” You say, peering up at Armin, who feels as though the alcohol is already hitting him. 

He scoffs, ignoring the heat on his face. “No…I just thought it’d be cool…” Armin says, shrugging his shoulders. Armin won’t lie, well, at least not in his head, he had thought about it a lot. He had thought about you a lot since this tongue piercing. He had thought about how bad he wanted to pry those legs apart and have his fit of blonde locks stuffed between them with his glasses in your hand as the other grabs at his hair as if he’s going to send you into a coma with how the ball of piercing rolls onto your clit.

Your moans would echo into his ears as he tried to stop himself from pouncing on you and ruining you. It’s been the center of his fantasy for a while, he’s dreamt about it while sneaking his hands in his pants, hoping Eren would be out for the rest of the night. Or when he’s in the bathroom with the shower running, trying to cover his whimpers. 

“Really? I’m surprised a little pervert like you hasn’t thought of anything like that, I definitely would.” You tease before looking away, but Armin does not miss how your hand lands on his thigh. He furrows his brows as he shuffles in his seat, already feeling the reality in front of him warping slightly. “Oh, we’re here.” You say as you remove your hand before standing from your seat as the train stops.

Armin says nothing as he stands as well and follows the three of you out of the train. You’ve always been touchy, but something about tonight makes him feel different than before. Maybe it’s his talk with Eren earlier and the fact that he knows that neither Eren nor Mikasa would care if anything happened between the two of you. Maybe he will do something tonight. I mean, he’s already seen Eren and Mikasa flirting not so subtly tonight. You don’t care. He doesn’t care. It won’t be that big of a deal.

By the time you four get to the concert, you’re about thirty minutes late and already drunk off your asses with all the bottles gone as well as high. “Oh my god! We got here just in time for the perfect song!” You screech as soon as you get done showing the security the tickets. Grabbing Mikasa’s hand, you drag her into the standing section, stumbling over your feet, listening to her laugh aloud. 

The two of you sing aloud with the lyrics, not caring if you can’t feel your throat in the morning or how sore your vocal cords will get. You smile at the black-haired girl as you run your fingers through her hair, which she has let down for once in a while. “You look so pretty tonight!” You scream at her as she smiles with her black lipstick stretching across her lips.

The girl stares at you with glee. “You look even better,” Mikasa says, and you giggle at her. “Can I tell you a secret?” She asks to get closer to whisper to you. The girl glances a few feet in front of you at the boys, particularly Eren, and you notice this and know the secret is about him, so you nod. “I think I wanna…take Eren to bed tonight? We’ve been flirting all night.” Mikasa says with a grin as she briefly licks her lips without her lipstick faltering, not a bit, you might have to ask her what brand that is after all of this happens.

“Really? I mean, I’m not hating but…you don’t think that’ll like fuck up all of our group? Y’know what happened after that whole Sasha and Niccolo thing.” You say. Ever since you’ve witnessed how Sasha, Connie, and Jean have been a tad bit distant since they started dating, you didn’t want that to happen to you four. It’s not like they stopped being friends, but they just weren’t the same as before. That was your biggest fear.

Mikasa shrugged. “I don’t think so. I think it’ll be the same, we won’t make out in front of you all. It’ll be us, but sometimes we’ll do our own thing like normally, y’know?” She says, and you nod before smiling and laughing. Maybe it really isn’t that big of a deal, then if you do something with Armin, now you feel all silly for thinking that all of that time. 

“Then yeah. You should, I can get him for you!” You say getting excited about Mikasa finally finding someone for her. For eras and phases of your lives, you’ve heard Mikasa talking about finding her true love, and maybe Eren might not be that person, but you’re still happy for her for finding someone anyway!

Mikasa gasps. “You don’t have to, we can have our time, and then I could do that.” She says, and you shake your head at her words. You don’t take it very personally if she wants to spend time with Eren tonight, because with this newly found information, you have a new mission on hand.

You give her a sly grin this time. “Don’t worry, Armin will entertain me while you deal with emo over there.” You say, and Mikasa returns your grin before leaning forward to gently peck your cheek as a thanks for your actions. It’s not so much a sacrifice, it’s almost like a blessing for Mikasa because you can’t remember the last time she’s gotten some dick.

Slipping away from the girl, you head over to the two boys who are chatting and tap on Eren’s shoulder. “Mika wants you over there.” You say with a smirk on your glossy lips. Eren’s eyes light up with joy, and he shares a look with his best friend before scooting away toward the gothic girl, as you stay where you are watching as he does so. Once they start talking, you shift your gaze over to the boy you’re left with. It seems he had already been staring at you, not sparing a glance for his friend.

“Hey.” You say loud enough he can hear as you gaze up at him through your lashes, blinking slowly. Armin stares at you as if he had never seen you a day in his life with those reddened scleras through the clear glass of his square glasses that hang low on his nose. 

'Cause the only thing you're takin' is your clothes off. Go 'head, girl, strip it down, close your mouth

“Hey.” He says more as a whisper, but you can still hear him. You smile as you hear your favorite song play; you hadn’t even realized it had been playing this entire time. It’s almost the perfect moment for it to settle in.

Oh yeah, don't hold back, let it out. (Nothing is going to change my love for you)

Armin looks so ethereal right now. The green lights from the stage flash behind him, and he stares at you whilst you walk just a bit closer to him. Your arms slink over his shoulders as you sway to the song, and his body slowly follows your own. His hands fall to your hips, holding them as if they belong there and for both of you. Armin swears that he can’t feel anything in this moment except you.

(Nothing is going to change my love for you). Oh girl, don't hold back, let it out. (Nothing is going to change my love for you) (Nothing is going to change my love for you)Don't hold back, let it out

He can’t see anything except your eyes staring at him. He can’t hear anything but your lips whispering the lyrics of the song. Fuck, he can’t even hear the song. You’re the only thing he notices right now. Armin would have it no other way. When your hands fall from his shoulders, his hands fall from your waist as he watches you screech your heart out to the song, knowing that it was your favorite. It was newbie knowledge that it was your favorite. Of course, he’s known this since high school.

(Nothing is going to change my love for you) (Nothing is going to change my love for you)

Oh yeah, don't hold back

Armin’s heart speeds up as he watches you, his breathing grows faster and harsher as his lips quirk up in the slightest smirk. Eventually, you notice his stare and lack of movement and stare back at him, expecting something to be wrong, but he says nothing. Armin smiles at you as he breathes heavily. The light flashes between his smiles, and almost as if it’s a movie, every time the light gets bright once more, he gets closer. Your heart speeds up as you stand frozen, watching him move.

I got a brand new place, I think I've seen it twice all year; I can't remember how it looks inside. So you can picture how my life's been

Armin doesn’t even register what he’s doing; he can barely register that he’s moving, and it’s not because of his lack of sobriety. It’s because of you. All he wants is you, and his body knows it much more than his mind does. “Can I kiss you?” He mutters once he’s face-to-face with you. He can feel your breath on his lips as he stares down at you through his glasses. His tongue pokes from his lips, and he runs it over his lips, making them soft and bouncy.

I went from staring at the same four walls for 21 years, to seein' the whole world in just 12 months. Been gone for so long, I might have just found God

For once, a man has made you anxious. Your hands are shaky along with your thighs, your panties are completely soaked as you stare at the glasses-clad man. Looking to your side, you see that Mikasa and Eren have already begun to make out. Without a thought in your mind, you turn back to Armin, who is patiently awaiting your answer, already knowing what it is. You grab hold of his fogged-up glasses and push them up into his bangs before smashing your lips into his own soft ones.

Well, probably not, if I keep my habits up

You press your lips against his before allowing his tongue to poke into your mouth. His hands grab at your hips harsher than the first time as he presses his body roughly against yours as if there’s a wall behind you that’d support the two of you. Your hands hold onto his jaw as you two make out passionately, moaning and groaning into the kiss. It feels like you’ve been waiting for ages for this, and you have. Armin has as well, and he kisses as such.

Probably not if I can't keep up with lovin'. And I can't stand talkin' to brand new girls

He’s hungry. Starving almost. His boner pokes you harshly as he tries to get relief by grinding into you. One of his hands falls to your skirt and slowly sneaks up it and between your thighs, which have gotten stuck together at this point. You separate your legs, giving him access to do what he pleases with you. The pads of his fingers slide over your underwear that aren't hiding anything, his finger practically drags along your slit which makes you shiver.

Only bitches down to fuck when you shower them with ones. Probably not if my n*ggas round them up

Armin runs his tongue over your lip, the ball of his tongue ring lingering on your bottom lip before he briefly detaches his lips from yours to look at you. “This all for me?” Armin mutters into your ear as his lips go to your neck. You whine with a nod as you feel his fingers sliding past the band of your panties and sliding them to the side as if they were nothing but a door holding him back from the gift of life. “How many nights you did this to yourself, thinkin’ about me?” Armin whispers to you as his thumb circles around your clit which makes you squirm almost closer your legs on him but a bite on your neck makes you stop.

Probably not if we take 'em to my spot

“Every.” You mutter as his fingers slip into your hole immediately poking at the sweetest spot in your body as he continues to toy with your clit. This sweet spot is what Armin has wanted to poke at his entire life of knowing you. “Every…night.” You moan as he bites and sucks onto your neck rolling his tongue ring over the base of your neck. You feel your release coming closer and closer, and squeeze your legs tight.

Probably not if I tweak all day just to sleep at night. Goddamn, I'm high

“C’mon, be good. Let me make you feel good.” Armin mutters flirtatiously to you as his fingers move faster inside of you, chasing that release almost as if it’s his own. He wants it to be his own but from how hard his dick is inside of his boxers, he’s sure he can get it just from watching your face twist and having your thighs trap his hands.

My doctor told me to stop. And he gave me somethin' to pop

You mutter apologies as you grip onto his shoulders, rocking your hips into his hand desperately as if it’s your first orgasm ever. “Armin, I’m cumming. Oh god, I love you so much. Please, ugh!”

You moan louder than you anticipated, but you’re sure no one can hear you, and even if they can, they don’t care. “Uhn! ‘Min!” You mewl into him as you come undone all onto his hand, filthying his fingers and the insides of your thighs. 

And I mix it up with some Adderall. And I wait to get to the top

“That’s it. So good for me. My pretty girl.” Armin says as he slowly pulls his hands from you, as you whine, wanting another one. You want more and more until you can’t take it anymore. Armin groans as he shows you your slick all over his fingers as it shines in the flashing lights. He ticks that pierced tongue of his out, and you drowsily gaze at the piercing and how his fingers slide onto his tongue, and your slick paints his pink tongue along with the silver ball. He sucks on his fingers moaning at your taste.

And I mix it up with some alcohol, and I pour it up in a shot. I don't care about you, why you worried 'bout me?

The sweetest taste he’d ever had. He can’t tell if it actually tastes that amazing or if it’s fascination for you taking over his entire body, even if his taste buds. “Tastes so nice.” He says, looking at you with those half-lidded eyes. You stare at him and tiredly shove his glasses back onto his face, missing the nerdy look of the man. He leans forward and kisses you once more with the same passionate feeling but less roughness. Less neediness because he has you.

All I want is that smoke, give me all of that smoke. Last week was my rough week

Armin has never been one to get what he wants in this world, and he certainly did not think he would be able to score a girl he’s had a crush on since sophomore year, but here he is. He can say he’s won at life officially. Jean, Eren, and Connie’s sex stories have nothing on this, he doesn’t care what they have to say. Armin’s lips leave yours, and you whine at the missing feeling, making him grin. “Want to be my girlfriend?” He asks, putting his hand on your waist.

I'm still drippin' down from my nose. And I don't know how to drive, I make my driver get high

You roll your eyes at him. “I just told you I loved you when you were fingering me, is that even a question?” You say as you huff out a breath, still coming down from your orgasm that Armin had just provided for you.

But if he goes under that 110, believe my driver will get fired. And I don't got any friends, I got XO in my bloodwork

Armin laughs and hugs you with no words coming from him. “I’m glad I wasn’t just a hit and miss.” He mutters, and you smile. Armin could never be a hit and miss for you, you knew that the day you had Armin you wouldn’t desire to have anyone else and for a guy who looks and talks as though he has never felt a woman’s touch or anyone’s touch for that matter, he knows how to work his fingers pretty fucking well. Maybe all those wet dreams he had and all that porn did something right.

And I'm posted up down in Florida. Ft. Lauderdale to that MIA

He eventually detaches his form from you and just lets one arm wrap around your waist as he focuses on the concert for once this night, even though he still cannot believe what he has achieved tonight. Looking over, he sees Eren, who briefly looks over at him, and they share a look. Eren bites his lip and looks over at you with raised eyebrows, and Armin grins at him, not noticing how you and Mikasa share the same look.

Cold drinks with Grand Marnier. To the break of dawn, Kahlua milk

Mikasa gives you a thumbs-up, which switches to a thumbs-down, asking how it went, but you’re so exhausted that you cannot even lift your arm. You give your friend a sleepy smile as you lean further into Armin and watch the dots connect in her mind until she grins at you. Still, you don’t think she’ll understand what has just happened, let alone the feeling of it all, not only pleasure-wise but mentally. Maybe she’ll just have to hear about it on a rant tomorrow because you’re definitely not letting Armin leave your side until he’s under the blankets with you.

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[yaggmurwrites]

the moth & the flame. | armin a.

pairing: armin arlert x reader, mentions of eren jaeger as ex lover

word count: 4k

warnings: +18. mature content. mdni.

the moth & the flame les deux love orchestra -highly recommend listening to this while reading.-

summary: reader is having a difficult night, and in such moments, they always find solace in the comforting presence of Armin, who has always been there to help. yet, there is a plan that has long been residing in Armin's mind, a plan that now beckons.

author's note: it’s been two years since I last wrote something meaningful. I’ve come back with a sudden burst of inspiration. as you read this, just keep in mind that it’s been a while since I’ve written, and this is the first time I’m being this open. enjoy.

7 missed calls from y/n.

03:28

Incoming call from y/n.

03:29

He fixed his gaze on the incoming call, silent, unmoving, as he took another deep drag from his cigarette.

His feet rested comfortably on the coffee table before him; from the outside, no one would have noticed the turmoil stirring within him. The only trace of his quiet excitement was the growing pile of cigarette butts in the ashtray beside him. But he was alone now—there was no need to conceal it.

Tearing his attention away from the phone, he let his eyes drift into the darkness of the night. A deep sense of peace settled over him. He smiled to himself, nodding slightly.

Everything was unfolding exactly as he had imagined. Everything.

He noticed you were calling again. "Sleep," he murmured, as if you were right there beside him, as if you could hear every word.

After that call, the phone fell silent for the night. The mere coincidence stole a quiet chuckle from the blond man. "My good girl," he whispered into the night.

For a fleeting moment, he almost felt bad for you.

Almost.

But he couldn’t afford to let such emotions ruin his plan. There was no need for you to worry.

He knew you were hurting. But you had to.

Until the pain found a new source.

By the time you called him one last time, the screen had become nothing more than a blur. Your eyes were drowning in tears. You were exhausted.

"Please don’t go, Eren! Please…"

Your voice trembled, your breath uneven. You took a few shaky steps toward him, reaching out—but your fingers grasped at nothing before they could even brush against his wrist.

Eren averted his eyes.

Be firm. Be sure, he reminded himself.

As he turned toward the door, you stepped in front of him.

"Don’t do this," you whispered, then your voice rose.

"It doesn’t have to be this way! We can fix it, please!"

This is for her own good, ’Ren. You said it yourself. Your way of life only fuels her anxieties. She's worse than ever... she needs to be away from you.

But Eren only shook his head. His gaze was dark, hard—yet at the same time… empty.

He cleared his throat, as if speaking was a struggle.

"It’s over."

Be sure. Be firm. Be emotionless.

Your head snapped up. "What?" He repeated it without meeting your eyes. "We… This is over."

No.

No, this… this couldn’t be happening.

"No, no, no," you began to whisper. Why? I don’t understand. Why? Why aren’t we trying to find a way? We’ve overcome everything before—we always did, we always found a way!

This is for her own good. You’re hurting her, he reminded himself.

Your legs finally gave out. Trembling, you collapsed to the floor, resting your arms on your knees, hiding your face. Your uneven breaths melted into quiet, broken sobs.

You heard Eren’s footsteps. He hesitated for a few seconds.

You waited, hoping—waiting for him to say something.

But nothing came.

If you love her, you have to let her go. You can’t leave the door open. You have to make her hate you.

And for the last time, he said, "It’s over." Then he stepped past you and opened the door.

The cold air slipped inside.

And the door closed.

The moment he heard your sobs echoing through the house, that cold, detached man vanished.

In his place stood an Eren with glassy eyes—one who did not turn back, but still, for a fleeting second, wavered.

He had done this… for you.

Because his life was riddled with dangers, and your heart was far too fragile. Your anxieties were so heavy, he feared that one day they would crush you entirely—that you would wake up unable to breathe beneath their weight. You couldn’t enjoy life, because your mind was always trapped in the worst possible scenarios.

You had never told him these things yourself—you hadn’t dared.

But Armin had.

Armin knew you well. Maybe even better than Eren did. And he knew Eren, too.

So he must have been right, mustn’t he?

Eren had noticed the way your anxieties had worsened. Some nights, they swallowed you whole, so completely that you would end up at Armin’s embrace.

In the apartment you two shared with your lover, there were nights when Eren had to call Armin in the middle of the night, his voice tight with urgency.

Because only Armin could quiet your cries. Only Armin could hush the whispers that crept into your mind. And so, those certain nights haunted Eren’s thoughts—nights when you buried yourself in Armin’s shoulder, trembling from your own tears. Nights when you curled up in his lap as he murmured soothing words into your ear, his fingers threading gently through your hair.

On those nights, jealousy lodged itself deep within Eren’s chest. He was certain—certain—that no one loved you more than he did.

And yet, in your most desperate moments, he was the one you could not reach. His touch couldn’t ease you. His words couldn’t find you. But Armin’s whispers always did.

And sometimes—just sometimes—Eren could have sworn he saw the faintest trace of amusement flicker across Armin’s face.

But that was only jealousy playing tricks on him.

It had to be.

But one thing was certain. When morning came after those nights, no one ever spoke a word. With an unspoken agreement, the past was quietly buried beneath the new day, and when the breaking points came again, Armin would return—like a saving angel.

Neither you nor Eren noticed it, but the need you had for Eren was slowly fading beneath the shadow of the trust you placed in Armin.

Your body could no longer fight off sleep. You knew Armin would have an answer for you in the morning. And so, you let yourself drift away.

As he pressed the cigarette butt into the ashtray, he hesitated for a brief moment before rising to his feet with slow, deliberate steps.

He glanced at his watch. The message or call you were expecting in the morning wouldn’t come.

Not yet.

For the plan to be perfect, you needed to be alone a little longer. You needed to hurt a little more. Because the more you suffered, the more you would reach for Armin—even in the darkest corners of your mind.

His soothing voice, his gentle touch, his soft whispers—without them, you would become incapable of comforting yourself.

All those nights spent in his presence had shaped you without you even realizing it. They had stolen away your ability to calm yourself, to stand on your own.

Now, without his voice echoing in your ears, without his hands brushing against your skin— You would never find peace.

And if your need for this feeling grew, in time, you would forget your own pain and become trapped in nothing but your longing for him. His absence had to leave a greater echo in you than his presence ever did.

Until now, whenever you needed him, Armin had always been there. In the middle of an important meeting, at a candlelit dinner with a beautiful woman, even at the end of a wretched day—it never mattered. When you called, he came.

Because all of it had been leading to this moment. But today, he wouldn’t be there. The phone would remain silent. The hours would pass, and you would grow restless. You had to wonder where he was.

You had to.

But that was the essence of it all, wasn’t it? Shifting the direction of your pain. Tearing its roots from your own heart and planting them in him. You had to worry about Armin. Those all-consuming fears that ruled your mind—they should no longer be for yourself but for him. And if he could make that happen— God, even the thought of it sent fireworks exploding through Armin’s chest. Could you forget yourself and think only of him?

This entire plan was meant to find out. He had to make you cling to him so tightly that you would forget even your own broken pieces—so that your only concern would be him.

He had to become your everything. Armin could have done it with his own hands—but no, that wouldn’t have been any fun.

He had already seen the potential in you. With the right environment and conditions, he knew you would devote yourself to him. And most importantly… you had to do it of your own free will.

As he stepped into the bathroom, the cold white light struck his face. He stopped in front of the mirror, studying his reflection. He truly had a beautiful face—saying so wasn’t just a compliment; it was a fact. Delicate, almost feminine features blended seamlessly with the strength of his masculine frame, a perfect harmony of contrasts.

Slowly, he curled his fingers into a fist, then, without hesitation, drove it hard into the wall beside the mirror. A sharp sting spread from his knuckles.

When he opened his hand, he watched the blood smear across his skin.

It hurt.

But there was no hesitation. His gaze traveled over his hands, tracing the fine veins and the cracked joints.

Just the way he wanted.

He couldn’t have faced you this morning with that beautiful face.

Now, there had to be an explanation for the silence he had been protecting. When you couldn’t reach him, when your messages and calls went unanswered... And here’s the reason he would give you.

You opened your eyes in the morning with a restless heaviness. To suppress the growing anxiety in your chest, you buried your head into the pillow and took a deep breath.

You wished everything was just a bad dream. But you woke up, and the reality, like a cold blanket clinging to your skin, collapsed upon you.

Your hand, trembling from habit, reached for your phone. In fact, the only thing on your mind was whether you had received a call from Eren. After everything that happened during the night, you thought he might have regretted it and tried calling you this morning.

Maybe a message, maybe a missed call...

But when the screen lit up, your eyes reflexively searched for Armin’s name. You were almost sure you would see his missed calls. Because it always happened this way. While you were falling apart throughout the night, he would try to put you back together with the first light of morning.

But this time, as your fingers scanned through the notifications, your breath caught in your chest.

Armin hadn’t written anything.

No calls, no messages. You quickly scanned your last messages. The emptiness you saw settled in your stomach.

Unread. Unseen. Unanswered.

This wasn’t like him. He was the only one who never made you feel lost. So, what now? Your mind immediately began to imagine the worst-case scenarios. Something had happened. He must have been hurt. There was no other explanation. You gripped the phone tightly in your hand, at first forgetting why you had even picked it up.

You had grabbed it to call Eren, but now Armin’s name appeared on the screen.

Your fingers trembled as you pressed the call button. With every ring, the unease inside you grew a little more.

Armin noticed the call on his phone screen. His eyes saw the name in the corner of the display. Then, without answering, he smiled slightly at the emptiness and, with a deep breath, said, “Good morning, beautiful.”

These words blended into the silence of the room, but in that moment, he knew something was beginning. He was ready to come to you.

One last time, he looked at himself in the bathroom mirror. Since the last time he had checked, there was now a bruise under his eye and a bleeding nose. He quickly grabbed his things, got in his car, and set off toward your house.

He knocked on your door three times. He did it with such a rhythm that you knew it was him whenever it rang. You weren’t sure if he was aware of it. But you had already shouted his name silently as you reached the door. You were certain he had arrived.

When you saw his bleeding nose, you paused for a moment.

"Damn it, what happened to you?" you said, your voice trembling. You instinctively reached out to him, but before you touched him, you noticed the open wounds on his knuckles. You cursed quietly.

As you looked at his face, your eyes focused on him as if waiting for an explanation. You were sad, but it wasn’t sadness for yourself; it was the deep sorrow you felt for his condition.

And at that moment, Armin couldn’t believe that everything had gone so perfectly and according to plan.

He wanted to laugh, but not even a smile appeared on his lips.

Like moving pawns on a chessboard, like writing a book he authored...

But he hadn’t done that.

He had only set the necessary conditions. You had become his favorite experiment; every move, every step was part of his plan, but you were the one playing the cards.

In the end, he realized that all his efforts had worked down to their most delicate points. But now, he was eager to see what you would do next.

'I couldn't be with you last night. I'm sorry. On the way, from him—he deliberately avoided saying Eren’s name— I listened to what happened a little.' He took a step toward you. Your hands were still in his.

"W-what ?" You only managed to say...

You had forgotten.

When you saw him, even if for a brief moment, you had forgotten your own pain. You just wanted to get lost in his suffering.

In that moment, Armin wanted to press you against the wall and kiss you roughly.

But he had to wait. It wasn’t part of the script. Everything had its place.

You were still in shock. You took him to the bathroom, sat him on the toilet, and nervously searched for the first aid kit.

He sat silently, watching you. His face wore an innocent expression.

Finally, you found the kit. As you gathered the items to clean his wounds, your hands trembled.

You had never seen Armin like this. You were used to seeing Eren like this in such a state. With a shy look on his face, he’d let you clean his wounds. But Armin always protected himself from such dangers. His cool, calculated demeanor had always made you trust him. But now, these wounds, this pain, this collapse... Why hadn’t he protected himself? Why had he left himself so vulnerable? Everything you knew contradicted this moment.

Slowly, you pulled your hands away and found yourself staring at him. He was already looking into your eyes.

"You've cried so much," he said. In that moment, reality shifted for you.

The sobs and pleas at the door flashed back into your mind. As you remembered, you noticed Armin observing how your body lightly trembled. With the hand you had just wrapped in bandages, he grabbed your arm and pulled you closer.

You were now standing between his legs. He placed his hand on the back of your head and gently guided you to rest on his shoulder. With his free hand, he started drawing small circles on your back.

You were crying. Again. He slowly rose from where he sat, lifted you into his arms, and carried you to your room.

Silently, you continued to cry in his arms. In that moment, Armin was doing everything he could to not leave you alone. He wanted to share your pain, to ease it even if just a little.

You stayed like that for a while, without noticing how much time had passed. When he looked at you, there was a deep sadness in your eyes.

Suddenly, softly, with a low voice, you whispered, "I... I couldn't reach you."

Armin’s eyes opened. In that moment, he was almost grateful that you were too lost in yourself to notice his heartbeat had quickened.

With everything that had happened, the first words that reached him amidst it all were about not being able to reach you.

At that moment, he wanted to give you everything in the world. But he couldn’t say anything; his heart was too full.

From the moment Eren introduced you to Armin, he had felt something for you.

Armin, by nature, wasn’t one to believe in love. He had always treated the women in his life with respect. But he didn’t remember falling in love.

After a long time, he felt a feeling close to love— thanks to you, but it wasn’t pure, innocent love.

Perhaps it was the hunger a hunter feels for its prey—this was the kind of love that fit Armin’s understanding.

He didn’t want a relationship with defined boundaries like the ones that existed with others.

What he wanted was a ritual that had begun today and that he hoped would continue. The men who entered your life would never understand you the way he did. And one day, either on their own or with Armin’s help, they would leave your life. And when that happened, Armin would be there, at your door, by your side, in your bed, and if you allowed it, inside you—whenever you needed him, he would make you forget all about them.

“I’m sorry, baby. I…” he began, but the words hung in the air. You immediately stopped him. “No, no, don’t apologize. I just… I was worried, and I was so scared. But you’re here, it’s okay. Please don’t leave me,” you said, your voice trembling but determined.

He gently pulled your head from where you had hidden it, slowly meeting your gaze. “I’ll be here as long as you want me to be. Always,” he said.

In that moment, you wanted to look away, but Armin gently cupped your cheeks with his hands, guiding your eyes back to his. “Okay?” he asked, his voice soft but steady. You gave a small nod of yes.

Armin, trying to comfort you one more time, gently laid you down on the bed, and you rested your head on his arm. It felt as if he had wrapped you in his wings. You were safe.

“Tell me about yesterday,” he said, his tone softer now. At first, you didn’t want to speak. The pain that had gathered in your eyes frightened you to show it. But Armin’s calming presence began to bring your emotions to the surface. You stayed silent for a while, then slowly began to speak. You told him everything about Eren’s departure, the deep pain inside you. In that moment, your tears started to fall, each drop feeling like a piece of the pain itself. You shared with him how much Eren’s disappearance had hurt you, the emptiness inside, your anxiety, and your fear.

Armin listened quietly, his gaze fixed on you.

“Without you, I couldn’t silence myself,” you said. “Even though it was Eren who left, I missed you.”

fuck—.

And at that moment, without realizing what you were saying, the words flowed out of you.

He didn’t look away. He was struggling to hold himself back. He knew that under normal circumstances, you wouldn’t accept this.

You were in love with Eren. That was a fact. But you were also in love with Armin. That was another truth you had hidden even from yourself.

It was clear that you didn’t understand the impact of the words that had escaped your lips. You were confused, and your mind was overwhelmed with thoughts. But the longing within you was pushing at Armin’s boundaries, making him desire you even more.

He should have waited for you to make the first move. He shouldn't have scared you. Then...

He felt a short, open kiss on his lips. Your eyes were tired of crying, closed. It was like a foreign kiss trying to get everything it can from him in this short time. You had always wondered about kissing him.

Armin knew that if he didn't act quickly, you would get embarrassed and pull yourself away.

Before you could pull yourself away, he wrapped his left arm around your body. You were stuck between his arms. He slowly pulled you towards him. You wrapped your arms around his neck.

Your chest was touching his chest. Before you knew it, your lips met again.

He copied the kiss you gave him without scaring you. He slowly pulled his lip back for a moment. As if waiting for your approval.

You had thrown one leg over his with the feeling of the kiss. You were so close. Even though you had cried in his arms countless times, this was completely different.

Maybe you should have felt guilty, but there was no trace of that feeling. Maybe it was because Eren had broken your heart so much. Maybe it was because this was one of your biggest fantasies.

You didn't leave Armin's question unanswered and brought your lips together again. This time, more intensely, more emotionally. It was as if you had both been waiting for this for a long time.

His hand on your back slowly moved down to your hip. He helped guide you towards him. Your most sensitive spots had touched each other in a closed way.

This sudden contact stole a moan from you. Armin took the opportunity and brought his tongue into your mouth and continued exploring you. You started to caress his hair with the hand on his head.

He brought you to a sitting position with his strong hands. Now you were sitting on his lap. His two hands were on your ass so he could sit you up more properly. You continued kissing.

When he squeezed your ass with his hands, you breathed out for a moment and your kissing stopped.

You leaned your forehead against his broad shoulder.

You were embarrassed. This made Armin smile. He leaned his head towards you and started kissing your exposed neck. Tiny open mouth kisses. Slowly moving up to your ear.

"Do you want me to stop?" He asked.

He already knew the answer. But he needed to hear it from you. You were driving him crazy. He had always dreamed of this moment but he hadn’t expected it to be this good.

You shook your head no. But that wasn’t enough of an answer. Armin wanted to push you to your limits. "I need to hear you, baby. Do you want me to continue?"

A thin ‘please’ escaped your mouth. Armin was practically blinded. But he shouldn’t have scared you.

He took a deep breath. 'said, “Come here,” and positioned you over him again with his hands on your ass.

You knew you were wet, but you realized it better when he made you sit fully on his length.

He released your lips so he could hear your moans properly. He was kissing your neck, while also helping you grind yourself against him with his hands.

This—this was too much.

You locked your hands around his arms. You tried to keep up with Armin’s rhythm as you found your balance.

You were a complete moaning mess.

You tried to hold back, but Armin encouraged you. Don’t hold back. Yeah? Please, he begged.

You liked how he begged—Armin knew that you would love it.

Even though he knew you so well, he was no longer stuck to the plan. Because the plan had ended there.

From here on out, it was all you and him. No one else, no plan, no game. No pain from the past, no anxiety about the future. There was only the present. You were together. You were dangerously close, and both of you just wanted more.

"Armin.. 'need more," you babbled.

Hm? Yeah baby?  You need me, don't you? You need more of me. —Don't worry I'll give you what you need. I'll give you everything.

there might be a next chapter—or not. it’s my first time writing something like this, so I kind of chickened out lmao.

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yaggmurwrites, 2025.

[jayhyunglover]

Homewrecker

Pairing : Caleb x reader

Synopsis: him being lowkey jealous over your fictional crush

Content: slightly suggestive , kissing , Eren mention , fluff, crack fic

A/N : A big thanks for @erensfeed for feeding my delusions (now I am on my way to lit up candles and pray so he can be real) .Edit: I wrote this in physics class then went about how does 8 inches of dick fit inside because of how long that is with my guy classmate 💀💀

“And she was like : “no Eren shouldn't have betrayed Zeke like that” and I was like: “ girl have watched the same show ? He didn't have any other choice” you continued to ramble about your latest hyperfixation while Caleb's eyes were glued on you , often giving you a small nod to show you he was listening and paying attention.

“I was actually so mad like why are you calling my man a mass murderer! I mean he kinda is but he did it for his loved ones isn't that romantic?” your voice was filled with exasperation and disbelief as you threw your hands in the air but Caleb wasn't listening anymore his mind fixated on 2 words.

“Your man?” He cocked one elegant eyebrow at you . You tilted your head slightly to the side puzzled by his sudden change in mood.

“Yeah, I mean he's dead so I guess that makes me a widow” you chuckled but Caleb wasn't having it , not only you called that Eren guy your man but you considered him as your husband. What does that make him?

You let out a small gasp as you felt your back hit the mattress  followed suit by Caleb's large form looming above you .

“Does that make me the homewrecker?” He asked in a short puff of breath against your neck.  

You wriggled beneath him , the heat of his breath making your skin tingles.  

“Dunno” you shrugged with a smile that made his frown deepen. Your eyes sparkling with mirth at the prospect of your usually composed boyfriend jealous of a fictional character.  “Are you jealous?” 

He let out an half hearted laugh before kissing the tender skin of your exposed neck.  The small brush of lips was enough to make your heart melt and your pulse to quicken  

“Jealous?” Another tender kiss was placed on the top of the valley of your breasts “hardly, after all..” his hand bunched the material of your shirt to leave another kiss on your stomach before raising his head to gaze down at you “I am the one who get his wife writhing under me every night” he whispered hotly against your skin . 

Your cheeks flamed bright red , your eyes bulging out of their sockets as you kicked him off you with a scandalized “Caleb!” 

He laughed heartily before climbing back on top of you to rest his head on your chest so you could play with his hair . 

“You're still a homewrecker though” you voiced out after a while fully expecting him to fuss but he just shrugged 

“Doesn't matter , I'd hide you far away so he wouldnt be able to find you” he murmured against you, his words muffled by your chest . 

“You're gonna pull a mother Gothel on me?!” Your cocked an eyebrow at him , your lips stretching into a wide smile.

“Hmm but I'd never leave you alone” he raised his head from your chest to look down at you , his lilac eyes filled with adoration and unwavering devotion “I'd always stay by your side” he whispered before pecking your lips .

“Always, you little unfaithful wife” he teased earning a scowl from you but it quickly melted away when you felt his tongue tracing the seam of your lips , his hands cupping your cheeks to deepen the kiss.  

"Always"

[hambiichu]

Dragon riders

Tags: smut, httyd au, eventual smut, bit angst, dragons, female reader

I hope you all enjoyed :))) please, I apologize I am bad at smut and english isnt my first mother tongue.

The scene for reader flying with their dragon was inspired by hiccup and toothless testing his flying thing.

If you prefer at ao3 read here

Words: 5,994

The crowd erupted in cheers, their excitement palpable as they clapped and roared in support of their favorite racers. Dragon riders, each showcasing their unique beasts, soared through the air, skillfully maneuvering their dragons as they chased after a flock of sheep. The fluffy creatures sported ink markings on their pristine white fur, each number indicating their value in the competition—5, 3, 2, and so on.

Among the frantic chase, one sheep stood out from the rest: a large black sheep that commanded attention with its striking appearance. This formidable contender quickly became the key to victory, and it was clear that capturing the black sheep would score the most points and ultimately determine the winner of the thrilling game.

However, no one has yet released the black sheep from its confines.

The racers are adorned with an array of vivid, colorful paints spreading across their faces, arms, and shoulders, transforming their appearance into a vibrant canvas of expression. The bright hues—swirling reds, electric blues, and sunny yellows—reflect their excitement and anticipation for the thrilling competition that lies ahead. This lively display not only enhances their spirit but also adds to the festive atmosphere, making it clear that the game is not just a contest of speed, but also a celebration of creativity and camaraderie.

Eren and the others sprinted across the lush green field, their hearts racing with adrenaline as they chased after the flock of sheep. With their nets poised, they expertly maneuvered to corner the unsuspecting animals, deftly guiding them into their designated holes, where each sheep would be safely contained. On the opposite side of the field, the scoreboard tallied the numbers, reflecting the competitive spirit of the game as they added to their growing counts.

With their rivalry blazing with passion, Eren and Jean launched a barrage of insults, their voices rising above the thrilling mayhem. Their fierce rivalry drove every attack and retort, enhancing the exciting ambiance of the impending race.

“I can beat you with my higher scores, Yeager!” Jean shouted, a confident smirk plastered across his face as he took aim with his dragon, its crimson scales shimmering in the sunlight.

With a swift command, he urged his fiery dragon forward, its massive wings beating against the air, creating a gust that whipped around them. The dragon lunged, its sharp spikes glinting menacingly, ready to jab at Eren's majestic beast. Eren was caught off guard, and he steered his away quickly.

Eren’s dragon, a magnificent beast adorned with shimmering scales that reflected the sunlight like a thousand tiny mirrors, let out a low, rumbling grunt of displeasure. Its piercing emerald eyes narrowed into a fierce glare directed squarely at Jean. In an impressive display of power, the dragon flicked its massive tail, sending a gust of wind sweeping through the air.

Then, with a deep, resonant roar, it unleashed a swirling torrent of fiery breath that enveloped Jean in a warm embrace of flames. Instead of fear, Jean erupted into laughter, unaffected by the scorching display.

"Playing the bigger person today, are we, Jaeger?" Jean let out a teasing laugh, his voice dripping with sarcasm as he cast a sideways glance at Jaeger. He turned his attention back to the flock of sheep ahead.

He dove deeper into the dense thicket of sheep numbered 8, the sheer joy of the chase evident on his face. However, Eren, with his exceptional dragon-wrangling skills and the beast’s remarkable agility, quickly maneuvered his dragon with precision. In a matter of moments, he effortlessly snagged the elusive prize from the field, prompting a string of colorful curses from Jean that echoed across the landscape.

“Ah, these two never stop, do they?” Armin chuckled, a warm smile spreading across his face.

Armin patted his colorful dragon, a lovely dragon whose scales glistened in the warm sunlight and had a glittering yellow appearance. Its large, round eyes gleamed with distinct delight, displaying a naive eagerness that was infectious. He prodded his dragon forward with gentle, comforting words, directing it to go gracefully and precisely in the direction of the number three sheep grazing nearby.

“Yeah! Those two knuckleheads are going to ruin the atmosphere entirely!” Connie chimed in, shaking his head in mock dismay. Beside him, Sasha nodded enthusiastically, her eyes gleaming with excitement as she glanced at the twin-headed dragon they owned.

The creature was a whirlwind of playful energy, its two heads each vying for attention and affection, radiating a sense of spontaneity that echoed its owners’ spirited personalities.

"Kick Eren's butt later, Mikasa!" Sasha encourages.

Mikasa nodded, "Hm. I will."

In the front row of the lively field, Erwin Smith sat comfortably, his gaze fixed intently on the game unfolding before him. Flanked by his companions, Levi Ackerman and Hange Zoë, the trio formed an intriguing dynamic. Erwin, with his characteristic calm demeanor, was fully absorbed in the action, a smile occasionally breaking through his serious facade as he appreciated the skills on display. Hange, ever the enthusiastic observer, was animatedly discussing plays and strategies, her eyes sparkling with excitement.

In stark contrast, Levi sat between them, his expression a mix of frustration and distraction. His usual sharp focus was wavering, as he seemed less interested in the game and more preoccupied with something weighing on his mind. The atmosphere around them was charged with energy, yet Levi’s tense posture hinted that the game was not capturing his attention like it did for Erwin and Hange.

Levi spent the entire day feeling frustrated and overwhelmed. As a captain, he found himself constantly mediating disputes among the other Vikings, dealing with the complaints that arose from their reckless interactions. It seemed that everyone was vying for power or recognition, and Levi had to ensure that order was maintained within the ranks. On top of that, he had to reprimand those who neglected their dragons, creatures that demanded respect and care in return for their loyalty.

Adding to his mounting discontent, Levi felt he had been pulled into a ridiculous game—a competition among the Vikings that he deemed unworthy of his time and energy. Yet, he understood the importance of his presence in this chaotic environment, where his leadership was crucial. The responsibilities weighed heavily on him, and he couldn’t shake the feeling that he had far more important things to focus on than this incessant bickering.

Not only that, but your absence is keenly felt. You're supposed to be out there competing alongside other racers. He had searched your workshop meticulously, and with a sinking feeling, realized you were nowhere to be found. As someone who loves you deeply, he wishes you would communicate where you're going. That way, he could plan his visits around your activities.

He understands your passion for testing new skills with your dragon, but your habit of darting off without a word often frustrates him. The thought of you disappearing into the horizon without informing anyone makes him feel a mix of admiration for your adventurous spirit and irritation at being left in the dark. He can't help but contemplate just how mad he would be if he couldn't find you when he needed you most.

One of his deepest concerns is your well-being; he is constantly plagued by the thought of something unfortunate happening to you. This anxiety was particularly acute during that harrowing incident when you were captured by other Vikings. Despite his desperate attempts to rescue you, he felt powerless as he watched the chaos unfold, wishing he could have saved you from their clutches. The memory of that day haunts him, fueling his determination to protect you at all costs.

After this game concludes, he vowed to himself that he would seek you out and reprimand you.

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You soared through the sky, the powerful roar of your dragon's wings sliced through the air, sending a ripple of sound that echoed far below the shimmering surface of the sea was alive with activity as sea dragons leaped and dove, glimmering scales catching the sunlight as they moved gracefully beneath the waves.

You urged your dragon to go higher, the warm rays of the sun bathing you in golden light while fluffy white clouds drifted lazily around you. The exhilarating rush of the wind whipped through your hair, and the world below seemed to stretch infinitely in every direction, creating a breathtaking panorama that filled your heart with awe and adventure.

As you gradually sat upright and shifted your stance, the warmth of your dragon's scales beneath your fingers offered a soothing contrast to the chilly morning air. However, the deep rumble it emitted, akin to a disgruntled grunt, pierced the quiet of dawn, capturing your focus.

"Relax! It will be fine," You chuckle. "We've tried this before, and we'll try again. Ready?"

Your dragon offered a gentle nod. As you both tilted and tumbled gracefully through the vast expanse of the sky, the world below morphed into a mesmerizing blur of azure waves and glistening whitecaps. The salty breeze whipped through your hair, wrapping you in a thrilling embrace of freedom.

Overwhelmed by the sheer bliss of the moment, a burst of pure happiness escaped you, transforming into a joyful giggle that danced in harmony with the exhilarating rush of the wind. Each swoop and dive sent your heart racing, filling your soul with a sense of adventure that felt as endless as the horizon before you.

You stole a glance sideways at your dragon, whose warm, expressive eyes sparkled playfully beneath the intricate carvings of your mask. It responded with a broad, toothy grin, revealing rows of gleaming teeth, while its long, sinuous tongue playfully flicked out, a gesture filled with affection.

Accompanying this display was a deep, rumbling sound, akin to a contented purr, reverberating in your chest and filling the air with a sense of shared joy and exhilaration.

As you both spiraled closer to the shimmering expanse of the sea below, a rush of exhilaration surged through you. The sunlight danced on the water’s surface, reflecting a kaleidoscope of colors that mirrored your excitement. With a swift press of a button on your suit, you felt a gentle hum as the hidden wings beneath your arms sprang to life.

They unfurled dramatically, stretching wide with a powerful swoosh, their sleek contours catching the crisp ocean breeze. Instantly, the world around you transformed as the wind filled the wings, propelling you upwards and outwards, away from the dizzying descent and towards the open sky.

Your dragon followed suit, its vast wings unfurling in perfect harmony with yours. The rhythmic beat of its powerful wings created a soothing cadence. As you broke free from the cloud cover, the brilliant blue sky stretched out endlessly around you, and a rush of warm wind swept past, filling you with a sense of freedom and adventure. Together, you and your dragon danced among the heavens, your spirits entwined in this majestic flight.

You soared forward through the crisp air, your heart swelling with pride in your craftsmanship. These years of dedication and hard work honed your skills, and you felt a sense of accomplishment like never before. The gleaming surface of your creation reflected the sunlight, a testament to the countless hours you had poured into perfecting every detail. You couldn't wait to share this achievement with Levi, just as you always were.

"This is amazing!" you exclaimed with joy, your eyes sparkling as you took in the breathtaking landscape around you. However, your excitement quickly turned to alarm as you noticed a cluster of jagged rocks blocking your path, nestled within a narrow gap just ahead. Panic surged through you, and instinctively, you called out to your dragon, its name echoing in the air.

In response, your dragon's powerful wings beat furiously, propelling it forward with remarkable speed. Flames burst forth from its mouth, a brilliant stream of fire that struck the rocks, blasting them away and creating a wider passage. Within moments, your dragon soared forward, enveloping you in its warm, protective embrace, a shield against any danger that lay ahead.

The two of you stumbled through the dense underbrush, branches scratching at your skin as you careened down the slope. With a sudden jolt, you and your dragon tumbled to the ground, landing in a heap on the rocky terrain.

Gasping for breath, you pushed yourself out from beneath your dragon's protective body, the warmth of its scales still radiating around you. As you both regained your footing, your eyes were drawn toward the towering cliffs ahead. Just then, with a loud creak and a resounding thud, a massive section of rock gave way, crashing into the churning sea below.

"Well, that was close!" you exclaim, glancing up ahead to take in the breathtaking view before you. A vast expanse of trees stretches out, their leaves shimmering in the warm, golden light of the sun, casting a tranquil glow over the landscape. With a sense of relief and joy, you remove your mask, breathing in the fresh, crisp air that carries the earthy scent of pine and wildflowers.

As you stand there, a smile spreads across your face, the beauty of this new land igniting a spark of adventure within you. This is not just another discovery; it’s a moment to be cherished and marked upon your map, an exciting addition to your journey that promises untold stories and possible new dragons waiting to be explored.

You knelt down on the soft, earthy ground, carefully unfurling your map and spreading it out before you. The creases in the parchment smoothed slightly as the wind caught the edges. Beside you, your dragon, sniffed the air with an alert curiosity, its piercing eyes watching you closely as if gauging your well-being.

“I’m okay, bud,” you said softly, offering a reassuring smile as you reached out to pet the dragon beneath its chin. Your fingers brushed against its textured scales, warm and vibrant. The moment your touch made contact, it let out a deep, rumbling purr, a sound that vibrated through the air, reflecting its contentment and relief at your unscathed state.

Just then, as a chilling roar echoed through the air like thunder, you and your companion instinctively looked up to behold a magnificent dragon descending from the sky. Its scales shimmered in hues of emerald and obsidian, and the spikes adorning its back glinted menacingly in the sunlight. The creature's wings unfurled majestically, casting an imposing shadow that enveloped the ground below.

It exuded an aura of authority as if it ruled the skies and the land beneath it with unquestioned power. Recognizing the familiar figure soaring toward you, a smile brightened your face as you waved enthusiastically. "Levi! How did you find me here?" you called out, your heart racing with excitement and curiosity.

Levi leaped from the back of his dragon, the ground trembling beneath him as his heavy boots pounded against the earth. He stormed towards you, his expression a mix of worry and frustration. With an intense grip, he seized the hem of your suit, his eyes narrowing as he glared down at you.

"Where the hell have you been?!" he exclaimed,"I searched for you everywhere!" The urgency in his tone underscored the worry that lingered behind his anger, revealing just how much your absence had affected him.

“Flying with my dragon? How did you find me here?" You repeat the last question, adopting a tone of feigned innocence, careful not to provoke him any further.

Yet his expression now conveys a weighty seriousness that he seldom reveals, indicating that the veil of deceit he usually wears has slipped away. Gone is the mask of indifference; instead, a stark vulnerability pairs with an intensity that both unsettles and captivates you. The shift in his demeanor stirs a tumultuous blend of guilt and fear deep within, as you brace for the storm of emotions that threatens to erupt.

“I found you when I heard rocks crashing into the sea!” he exclaims, his voice a mix of concern and exasperation. “I thought you were in danger or that other Vikings had captured you. You’re reckless and a fool for not telling me where you were going!”

His sneer is accompanied by a twitch in his eyes, He squints his eyes, narrowing them as he carefully inspects you for any signs of injury or distress. The concern etched on his face reveals his deep care for your well-being. After a moment of scrutiny, he relaxes, realizing you are unharmed, and a faint sigh of relief escapes his lips and let's you go.

"Levi, I’m sorry, I—" You attempted to express your feelings, but he cut you off gently, raising his hand. He pinched the bridge of his nose. Taking a deep breath, he steadied himself, He is fully aware of the inner turmoil building up inside him, a storm of anger and frustration that threatens to erupt at any moment.

Despite this, he is determined to keep his emotions in check, knowing that such an outburst could frighten you away. He values your presence and is committed to maintaining a calm demeanor, even as he grapples with the intensity of his feelings. He knew he had to inform the others after the game that he had pressing matters to attend to—namely, you.

With determination, he poured over the intricately marked map you had created, tracing your routes with meticulous precision. His fingers moved slowly along the colorful lines, ensuring that he understood every land you had discovered. Each mark held significance, and he wanted to guarantee that you were safe in those uncharted territories. The urge to find you and bring you back to safety overshadowed everything else, driving his focus as he mentally plotted the locations you’d visited.

"Save it for later when we come back," Levi says, his voice steady as he gestures toward your dragon, urging you to mount without further discussion. "Keep your mouth shut."

With a resigned sigh and pocketed your map, you roll your wings back into place beneath your arms, feeling the familiar weight of the leathery appendages settle against your sides. Climbing onto your dragon's back, you grip the straps tightly, your heart racing as you follow Levi, who leads the way on his own majestic beast. His dragon casts you a sidelong glance, a low snort escaping its nostrils, radiating a sense of dominance and control before it turns its gaze away, leaving you feeling small and uneasy.

The air is thick with an uncomfortable silence as you make your way home. The only sounds are the rhythmic beating of dragon wings and the distant rustle of the wind through the trees below. Each flap sends vibrations through your body, a stark reminder of the journey ahead and the unspoken tension that lingers between you and Levi.

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Levi's intense gaze bore into you as he paced the dimly lit room, his boots thudding against the wooden floor with each agitated step. His jaw was clenched so tightly it seemed like it could shatter, and the faint twitch of his eye betrayed the storm of emotions swirling within him.

"If you are captured by those other Vikings once more, what would you do?" He yelled, his voice laced with wrath. "You're being pursued, and you have the audacity to simply flee without informing me? “

The weight of his words hung in the air, thick with the unspoken worry and protectiveness he felt for you.

Levi calls your name, breaking the tense silence that had settled around you, and you flinch at the sound. With your head hanging low, a heavyweight seems to press down on your shoulders. Your fists clench tightly at your sides, the nails digging into your palms, a physical manifestation of the turmoil within.

You bite your bottom lip in an attempt to control the feelings that are rising inside of you, your heart pounding as you muster the strength to answer. There are many unspoken words in the air, and every moment seems magnified and full with suspense.

You stood here resembling a child who just received a reprimand from their nagging mother.

"Well?!" Levi's frustration was palpable as he glared at you, his brows furrowing deeply. Just before the shout erupted from his lips, he halted, clenching his jaw tightly.

A flicker of understanding crossed his face as he bit his tongue, suppressing the urge to unleash his anger. Taking a steadying breath, he softened his expression and called your name again, his tone now gentle and measured, like a calm breeze contrasting with the storm that had been brewing moments before.

"Please, talk to me," Levi says softly as he steps closer, his eyes filled with concern. His fingertips brush against your cheek with a tender touch, sending a warm sensation through you. "You have to understand, I am really worried about you." His voice trembles slightly, revealing the depth of his emotions as he tries to reach you. The dim light casts gentle shadows on his face, emphasizing the worry etched on his forehead.

"You know how it is with me. Whenever the urge to try something new hits, I tend to dive right in without informing you. It's like an irresistible impulse, and I apologize for that. Even though you’ve reminded me more than once, I still find it hard to heed your words.”

You murmur, your gaze fixed on the ground, unable to meet his eyes. In response, Levi gently places his hand under your chin, lifting it with a tender touch, guiding your gaze up to finally meet his steady, reassuring eyes.

"As your lover and your Captain, it's important for me to know where you are at all times. There have been moments when I’ve felt an ache of loneliness while you were away, and that frustration weighs heavily on my heart. You know I carry many responsibilities as well, and the thought of something happening to you like last time haunts me. I was powerless then, unable to protect you when you needed me most." He gently sighs, his fingers caressing your chin with tenderness.

"Please, I would be willing to set aside any duty or obligation I have to come after you and ensure your safety. Do you truly understand how much you mean to me?"

You nodded softly, surrendering to the moment, and closed your eyes. A rush of warmth enveloped you as you felt his lips gently graze yours, a tender connection that sent shivers down your spine. He cradled your cheeks with his hands, his thumbs stroking your skin delicately, as if afraid to break the spell of intimacy between you.

When you opened your eyes, you were met with his gaze, a mix of longing and affection that made your heart flutter. With a sense of shared vulnerability, you both pressed your foreheads together, savoring the intimacy of the moment, feeling the world around you fade away.

"Sorry," you whisper, your voice barely audible as a wave of regret washes over you. Levi reaches out, his warm hand enveloping yours, his thumb gently soothingly stroking your knuckles.

His gaze holds a mixture of understanding and compassion. "I am a fool," you confess, the weight of the words heavy in the air between you. The soft glow of the fading light casts a gentle warmth around you, amplifying the vulnerability of the moment.

"Is fine, my dear, is fine," Levi murmurs softly, his voice a gentle whisper that barely breaks the silence between you. He leans in closer, capturing your lips once more with a fervent kiss, deep and consuming as if he wants to pour all his feelings into that single moment.

His arms wrap tightly around you, pulling you closer, as if to shield you from the world outside. The warmth of his body radiates against yours, and for a fleeting second, time stands still, drowning out all worries.

With a tender gaze, he pulls back just enough to meet your eyes. "Just promise me that this time, you'll let me know where you’re going," he adds, a subtle plea woven into his words.

You nodded again. In an unexpected surge of energy, he pulled away momentarily, then scooped you up effortlessly into his arms, cradling you in a bridal carry. His warm breath brushed against your cheek as he carried you up the staircase, the wooden steps creaking softly beneath your weight. He nudged the bedroom door open with his hip, the hinges squeaking in protest, and gently laid you onto the plush comforter of the bed.

As he resumed kissing you, the world outside faded away, leaving only the warmth of his lips against yours. His hands moved with purpose, skillfully unbuttoning your suit with a mix of urgency and tenderness. The fabric slid off your shoulders, pooling around you, while he lowered your pants down your legs, savoring the moment as he revealed more of you to him. Every touch ignited a fire between you, the atmosphere thick with an electric tension that held the promise of passion.

"I'm going to release my frustration on you, so be ready." You let out a playful snort, and a small smile creeps onto Levi's lips. He leans in closer, his warm breath sending shivers down your spine as he attacks your collarbone, kissing and sucking gently with his tender lips. His hand slides down patiently, exploring your curves before finally finding your soaking wet folds.

His fingers skillfully found their way inside you, moving in a rhythmic in-and-out motion, gradually building intensity as he matched his pace to your breathing. With each caress, his lips found their way to your nipple, where his tongue swirled delicately as if savoring every moment. Your body responded instinctively, twitches of pleasure coursing through you.

"Levi," you moaned, feeling a wave of desire wash over you. You looked up at him, your heart racing as he pressed his lips against yours once more, this kiss more intense and passionate. His hands tangled in your hair, pulling you closer as he deepened the kiss, igniting a fire within you.

He pulls his fingers away from your folds, and they now cradle your breasts softly and gently in circles as he pinches your nipple.

"Levi, take off your clothes—it's only fair that if I'm naked, you should be too." You shoot him a sharp glare, frustration bubbling beneath the surface, while he simply chuckles in response, an amused glint dancing in his eyes. The room feels charged with tension, the playful intimacy of the moment hanging in the air like a challenge.

"Patient," he murmured, a teasing intent in his voice. With deliberate slowness, he pulled away just enough to give you a moment's breath before lowering himself. His hands grasped your thighs, gently spreading your legs wider as he settled onto his knees before you. "You're so impatient, dear."

His face nestled between your folds, warmth radiating from his mouth as he began to explore. He sucked and licked with an expert touch, his tongue swirling around your sensitive clit, savoring every taste.

You moaned softly as you clutched his tousled hair, your fingers tangling in the strands as you urged him on. Each gentle thrust of your hips complemented the rhythm of his expert ministrations, feeling his warm lips as they suckled and licked at your sensitive folds.

You bit down on your lower lip, eyes fluttering shut, completely immersed in the waves of pleasure cascading over you. A low chuckle escaped from Levi as he lavished your clit with a teasing kiss.

He pauses, drawing back slightly to gaze at you with his adoring eyes, each glance filled with a warmth that wraps around you like a comforting blanket. His appreciation for your body is palpable; he seems to study every curve and contour with reverence, as if you were a goddess descended from the heavens.

The way he looks at you reflects a deep admiration, a celebration of your beauty that makes you feel cherished and adored. Every moment spent under his gaze makes you aware of the love and devotion he holds for you, turning your presence into something divine in his eyes.

You playfully nudged him between his legs, a hint of frustration creeping in as he paused for a moment, leaving you feeling hollow and disappointed. "Come on, are you really going to leave me like this after you got me all worked up?" you exclaimed, shooting him a glare that was more teasing than angry.

He chuckled softly, the corners of his lips curling in amusement at your impatience. Levi shook his head, a glint of mischief in his eyes, before leaning to kiss you again.

"Sorry, I was lost in thought." Levi smiles and you huff.

"Lost. Yeah, right."

Finally, he sheds his clothes, letting them fall carelessly to the side of the bed, revealing his bare skin. As you take in his nudeness, you notice his broad chest, each muscle defined and gleaming in the soft light of the room.

The battle scars crisscrossing his torso tell stories of battles fought and won, each mark a testament to his resilience. Instead of finding them off-putting, you feel a rush of attraction; the scars only enhance his rugged charm. He exudes a raw masculinity that makes your heart race, stirring a deeper desire within you. It’s exhilarating to know that this formidable Captain is not just a warrior, but also your lover. In this moment, you realize there’s nothing more you could ever want.

Levi steadies himself as he lifts your legs gently over his shoulders, his eyes glinting with a mix of desire and mischief. He teases his thick shaft, running it up and down your soft folds, a playful smirk crossing his lips. Slowly, he pushes into you, a shaky moan escaping his throat, accompanied by a soft hiss as he feels the warmth enveloping his engorged cock. His eyes flutter shut, savoring the exquisite sensation, and he bites his lips.

"God, you're so incredibly wet. So wet for me," he murmurs your name softly, his breath warm against your ear. As he moves his hips against yours, it's a slow, deliberate rhythm that creates a tantalizing connection between you. He’s careful not to rush, wanting to savor this moment of intimacy. Each gentle thrust is filled with an affectionate urgency, reflecting his desire to make you feel everything first — the warmth, the closeness, the electric spark that dances between you.

"You said you'll release your frustration on me," you remind him softly, your fingers stroking his cheek gently.

"Not yet, love," he replies, his voice low and steady, holding an underlying promise. "I want to be gentle at first." He leans down and kisses your palm, sending a shiver through you as your hand trails down to his broad chest. You jolt slightly as his movements pick up speed inside of you, a mix of anticipation and pleasure coursing through your body.

Just as you begin to adjust, he pulls away, creating a tantalizing pause filled with lingering tension. Then, in one swift motion, he flips you onto your stomach, the sheets cool against your skin. Without hesitation, he thrusts back into you, his body pressing against yours with an exhilarating force.

Oh he really released his frustration as he said.

You moaned softly as he quickened his pace, thrusting deeper with every powerful movement of his hips. Each motion was raw and unrestrained, a testament to the pent-up frustration he had been holding back. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room, harmonizing with your breathy moans, while the bed creaked rhythmically beneath you.

Levi's strong hands gripped your hips tightly, his fingers pressing into your skin, leaving behind an imprint of his.

As Levi thrusts deeper and harder, you can feel your body responding, tightening around him with each intense movement. The sensation overwhelms you, leaving you breathless as you struggle to form words, desperately trying to let him know just how close you are to the edge. Meanwhile, Levi is lost in his own rhythm, intent on breaking through your defenses. You see the determination in his eyes, knowing he’s pushing you to your limits, wanting to leave you so blissfully spent that the thought of walking for days feels like a distant memory.

At that moment, gazing into his face, you understand that this is more than just physical pleasure—it's an unspoken connection. His responsibilities weigh heavily on him, and you realize that being a supportive partner means embracing these moments of release. Your role as his lover is more than just about intimacy; it’s about giving him a safe space to express his frustrations. You willingly surrender to him, knowing that your understanding and intimacy provide him the solace at your best.

"I'm so close; I can't hold it much longer; I'll cum inside you, okay?" Levi says his voice husky with desire. You nod in response, your heart racing. Suddenly, he bites down gently on your shoulder, a thrilling contrast of pain and pleasure. As he spills his thick warmth deep inside you, a wave of heat washes over you, intensifying the sensation. You gasp, your breath hitching in your throat as a moan escapes your lips, amplifying the intimacy.

He gently pulls away, and you slowly sit up, the warmth of his body still lingering on your skin. But before you can fully separate, Levi wraps his arms around you, pulling you closer against his chest. He presses a tender kiss to your temple, and his breath is soft against your ear as he whispers, "Thank you."

Startled, you turn your head to look at him, curiosity flashing in your eyes. "For what?" you ask, your brow furrowing slightly.

He offers a playful grin, brushing a strand of hair away from your face, as he leans in to kiss you again. "Nothing," he replies, though the weight of unspoken words hangs in the air between you.

He wants to express the depth of his love for you, conveying just how much you captivate him and drive him to the brink of madness. Despite the whirlwind of emotions, you stir in him, his affection remains unwavering. However, he struggles with the idea of openly displaying too much affection. Underneath his rugged exterior lies a flicker of fear; he worries that showing vulnerability might make him appear weak, like an emotional Viking wrestling with his feelings for you.

As the silence lingers between you, he breaks it, a hesitant smile creeping onto his face. "Can you show me your latest craft?" he asks, curiosity lighting up his eyes. He recalls the glimpses he caught of your intricate wings, peeking out from beneath your arms earlier.

Your eyes sparkle with mischief as you reply, "Do I?! Yes, yes, but only after I’ve had a chance to rest my body, you know how it is." You cast him a knowing glance, a playful smirk dancing on your lips, and he huffs in mock exasperation, rolling his eyes at your teasing.

"Is not that painful?"

Just then, as you and Levi lounged comfortably in bed, the tranquil silence was interrupted by a low grunt followed by a deep, rumbling purr. You both turned your heads toward the window, your dragon and his dragon, peered in with eyes full of worry and concern. It was clear they were anxious, wondering if the two of you had somehow harm each other.

A shared laugh erupted between you as you exchanged glances, shaking your heads in amusement. "They really think we are hurt," Levi grunted, a smirk playing at the corners of his lips.

You chuckled softly in response, your body still feeling the aftermath, "Do you think they'd been watching us?"

Levi cringes, "Maybe they'd heard the noises, but please, no, I think they don't. Hope not!"

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Love and Gunshots, Eren x Black Reader

Gang member Eren x Introvert black reader

Summary: In a dangerous urban landscape, y/n, an introverted Criminal Law student, finds herself drawn into the violent world of the Sixx Gang through her protective cousin, Onyankopon. When she locks eyes with Eren Yeager, a hot-headed gang member, a twisted game of desire and danger begins.

As Eren becomes obsessed with y/n, he threatens to unravel the fragile balance Ony has maintained to shield her from their brutal lifestyle. With loyalty tested and violence lurking at every turn, the lines between love and danger blur, leading to a dark climax where the heart proves just as lethal as a gun.

Genre: Dark Romance/Crime Modern au

Warnings: Graphic violence, drug use, smut, obsession

I'll re edit this when I'm better, in the mean time happy reading

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Chapter 3: Trapsta

Eren POV

The days following that night on the bridge were marked by an aching tension, a gnawing restlessness that settled deep in my chest. I couldn’t shake her presence, the way she stood there with her chin raised, eyes brimming with defiance and something else—something she wasn’t ready to admit. It was as if her essence had seeped into my veins, an unrelenting current that refused to let go.

Every corner of the city whispered her name. The dim alleys where shadows stretched long into the night, the crowded bars where laughter and shouting overlapped like a deafening wave—even there, I couldn’t escape. My world had become a labyrinth where every path led back to her. Each step I took, every breath I drew, carried the ghost of her scent and the memory of her touch.

I found myself on that same bridge again, leaning against the cold metal railing, the wind biting at my skin. The night was deep and dark, the stars above obscured by the city’s light pollution. The silence was broken only by the distant hum of traffic, a lullaby to the restless. The city lights flickered on the river’s surface below, creating a distorted mirror that seemed to mock my turmoil.

“Back so soon?” Her voice sliced through the night like a blade, sharp and sure. I turned, a smirk playing at my lips as Y/n stepped out of the shadows, her figure outlined by the soft glow of a nearby streetlamp. She looked both fierce and fragile, like a flame that could either warm you or burn you alive.

“Could say the same for you,” I said, unable to tear my eyes away from her. There was something magnetic about her presence, something that made my pulse quicken and my carefully constructed walls start to crack. The air between us was electric, heavy with unspoken words and unresolved tension.

She folded her arms over her chest, a defensive move that did little to hide the vulnerability beneath. “What is this, Eren? Some kind of sick game?”

I took a step closer, closing the distance between us until I could feel the warmth radiating from her skin. The scent of her perfume—soft, intoxicating—wrapped around me like a chain. “Maybe. Or maybe it’s the only thing that makes sense anymore.”

Her eyes narrowed, searching mine for an answer I couldn’t give. Silence fell between us, thick and suffocating, as we stood on the precipice of something we weren’t ready to name. The wind picked up, tangling her hair and sending shivers down my spine.

“You’re going to ruin everything,” she whispered, the words trembling as they left her lips. I saw the way her throat bobbed when she swallowed as if the confession itself had been painful.

I reached out, my fingers brushing against her cheek, and for a heartbeat, she didn’t pull away. The contact sparked something primal that sent a shiver down my arm. “Maybe,” I said, voice low and laced with something dangerous, “but maybe some things are meant to be ruined.”

A flicker of fear flashed in her eyes, quickly replaced by defiance. She grabbed my wrist, her grip firm and unyielding, sending a shock through my system. Her touch was fire and ice, a paradox that left me breathless. “This has to stop, Eren. Whatever this is, it’s going to destroy us both.”

I leaned in, so close that our breaths mingled, the space between us shrinking to nothing. Her eyes locked onto mine, their wariness mingling with something deeper, something she tried to hide. “Then let it,” I whispered, my voice a challenge, a promise.

For a moment, the world stood still. The city around us, the chaos and noise—it all faded into the background. All that existed was her, the rapid rise and fall of her chest, the fire in her eyes that matched the storm in my own. I felt the rush of adrenaline coursing through my veins, daring me to push the boundaries, to see just how far we could fall.

Then, just as suddenly as the moment had come, she pushed me away, the spell broken. The sharp sting of rejection cut through me, and I felt the urge to pull her back, to hold on until she stopped fighting. My hands clenched at my sides, every muscle straining against the need to close the distance again.

“This isn’t over,” I said, more to myself than to her, my voice hoarse with unspent emotion.

She looked at me one last time, something unreadable flickering across her face before she turned and walked away into the night. The sound of her footsteps echoed long after she disappeared from view, a haunting reminder that the battle had only just begun. The darkness swallowed her, and I stood there, the taste of her defiance and fear lingering like smoke in the back of my throat.

I leaned back against the railing, eyes closing as the night wind stung my skin. My heart pounded with a ferocity that refused to be quelled. This was more than a game, more than an obsession—it was a descent, and neither of us was prepared for how deep it would go.

The morning light sliced through the half-open blinds, casting thin, golden stripes across the room cluttered with evidence of last night’s excess. The tang of cheap perfume and stale liquor hung heavy in the air, mingling with the acrid hint of smoke from cigarettes I barely remembered finishing. Annalise was sprawled across the sheets, limbs draped in a careless tangle, her blonde hair fanning out like a halo that mocked the sharp edge of her smirk. She was a means to an end, a temporary balm for an itch I needed to scratch, a way to drown out the nagging pull of Y/n’s absence.

A sharp knock at the door jolted me from my reverie, rattling through the haze of leftover adrenaline and exhaustion. Before I could react, the door swung open with a force that made the hinges groan, and Ony stormed in, eyes dark and deadly. He scanned the room, pausing on Annalise just long enough for his expression to harden into something venomous before snapping back to me, flames in his stare.

Annalise slid off the bed with a lazy stretch, a wicked grin spreading across her lips as she walked over to Ony. Her eyes glimmered with mischief as she reached out, brushing her hand over his chest, nails grazing his skin. “See you tonight, baby,” she purred, her voice a deliberate taunt before she sauntered out of the room, hips swaying with calculated arrogance. The door clicked shut behind her, and the silence followed was electric, the air between us crackling with unspoken threats.

Ony’s fists clenched at his sides, muscles coiling beneath his skin like taut wires ready to snap. His chest rose and fell with heavy, deliberate breaths. I leaned back against the headboard, letting a smirk curve my lips, the deflection coming as naturally as breathing.

“I thought this was about Anna,” I said, tilting my head with a mocking lift of my brow.

He rolled his eyes, the gesture sharp and dismissive. “No. She’s fucking Connie too,” he spat, voice dripping with disdain. The room fell into a momentary silence, a pause heavy enough to suffocate. Then, without warning, he surged forward, grabbing the front of my shirt and yanking me off the bed.

The floor rushed up to meet me, and I landed hard, the impact reverberating through my spine and knocking the breath from my lungs. Dazed, I barely had time to process before Ony was on me, his fist a blur as it connected with my jaw. The pain exploded, hot and electric, radiating through my skull. I laughed through the blood that seeped into my mouth, the metallic tang fueling the reckless defiance simmering in my veins.

“That all you got?” I taunted, wiping the blood from my split lip with the back of my hand. The sting sharpened my senses, cutting through the fog of pain and exhaustion. Ony’s eyes flashed with something primal, an emotion too raw and fierce to name. He yanked me up again, our faces inches apart, his breath hot and ragged against my skin.

“You don’t get it, do you?” His voice was a low snarl, vibrating with barely controlled rage. “I know she’s been sneaking out to meet you. You’re going to get her killed, Eren.”

The words landed like a punch, heavier than any blow he’d thrown. For a moment, the room blurred at the edges, the implications sinking in, pressing down like a weight on my chest. But I couldn’t let him see that. Couldn’t let him think he had the upper hand.

“Better me than you,” I said, my voice cold, defiant. The smirk returned, a mask of indifference that belied the chaos inside me.

Ony’s eyes flared, and before I could brace myself, he slammed me against the wall, the plaster cracking under the force. The impact rattled my teeth, but I barely registered it before we were grappling, fists flying, the room dissolving into a blur of raw, unfiltered violence. Each punch, each shove, was a testament to the unspoken war between us—a fight not just for dominance, but for the fragile line that tethered Y/n to safety.

Breath came in ragged gasps, muscles aching, skin slick with sweat and blood. Ony’s knuckles connected with my ribs, sending a shockwave of pain that nearly buckled my knees. I retaliated with a strike to his jaw, the sharp crack echoing in the small room. His expression flickered with surprise before morphing into a snarl, and he tackled me, sending us both crashing onto the floor.

Pinned beneath his weight, the pressure on my chest made breathing a struggle. His eyes bored into mine, seething with rage and something else—something that looked a lot like fear. He gritted his teeth, fists still poised for another hit.

“Why do you not want me around Y/n?” I gasped, the question tumbling out before I could stop it.

Ony’s expression darkened further, a muscle in his jaw ticking as he held back words that seemed to scorch the back of his throat. Finally, he released me, shoving me back to his feet with a glare that promised this wasn’t over.

“You’re going to get her killed.” The echo of his words chased me long after he turned and left, the door slamming behind him like a final warning.

I glared at Ony, wiping the blood from my lip and smiling. “Maybe I love her, you don’t know.” His eyes widened, a flash of shock breaking through the mask of anger, and before I could react, he grabbed me by the shirt again and swung at me with another bone-jarring punch. I watch Ony storm out of my room and then my apartment. Ony slammed the door so hard it rattled the door frame. The sound echoed in the room, leaving behind an uncomfortable silence that sat heavy in the air. I blinked, staring at the spot where he’d just been, trying to process how the night had turned on its head so fast.

My jaw tightened as his words replayed in my mind. "You’re going to get her killed." What the hell did he mean by that? I wasn’t about to sit back and let Ony dictate who I could and couldn’t see. Not when it came to her.

I exhaled sharply, dragging a hand down my face as I tried to shake off the frustration bubbling up in my chest. Ony’s my boy, but he doesn’t get it. She’s different. Quiet, soft, nothing like the girls who hang around the block, hoping to catch a piece of me. She doesn’t even know the power she’s got... or maybe she does, and that’s what’s driving me crazy.

I sat back on my bed, reaching for a cigarette to smoke, eyes narrowing. The tension in my body refused to ease, and I smirked bitterly. One can try to keep her away from me, but he doesn’t know me like that. I always get what I want.

Your POV

The hinges of the front door creaked as I slowly pushed it open, my heart thundering in my chest. The house was dark, just as I’d left it hours ago, but something about the stillness felt… off.

I slipped inside, easing the door shut behind me. My feet moved cautiously over the hardwood floors, barely making a sound as I crept towards the stairs. The thrill of sneaking out was long gone, replaced by a gnawing sense of unease.

“Where were you?”

The voice sliced through the silence, low and sharp, and I froze. My stomach dropped as my eyes darted to the living room. At first, I couldn’t see him, but then a faint glow from the streetlights outside caught the outline of Ony slouched in the armchair, his arms crossed, his face shadowed but unmistakably stern.

I swallowed hard, trying to ignore the heat rising to my face. "I was—"

“Don’t even try it,” he cut me off, leaning forward so the light caught his expression—cold, angry, and something else I couldn’t quite place. “You think I don’t know where you were?”

My pulse quickened. I didn’t know what to say, so I said nothing.

“Eren,” he spat the name like a curse, shaking his head. “Of all people, you went to see him?”

My mouth opened, but no words came out. What could I say? I wasn’t sorry. Not even close.

“You don’t understand,” I finally managed, my voice barely above a whisper.

“I don’t understand?” Ony’s laugh was bitter as he stood, his presence towering over me now. “You don’t understand, Y/N. You don’t know what kind of man he is, what kind of life he lives. And I’ll be damned if I let you get caught up in that.”

I clenched my fists, feeling my frustration bubble over. “You can’t tell me what to do, Ony! I’m not a kid anymore!”

“And yet you’re acting like one,” he shot back, his voice rising now. “Running off in the middle of the night, sneaking around with someone like him? Do you have any idea what you’re playing with?”

I flinched at the venom in his words but held my ground. “You think you know him, but you don’t. He’s—”

“He’s dangerous,” Ony interrupted, his voice hard now. “And you’re going to get yourself hurt. Or worse.”

We stood there, the weight of his words hanging in the air. My mind raced, my heart still pounding, and for a moment, I felt like a kid again—caught, cornered, and desperate to break free.

The air was thick with tension, each breath feeling heavier than the last. My heart raced, but I wasn’t about to back down. Not this time.

Ony stood in front of me, his eyes burning with an intensity that made my skin crawl. His words echoed in my mind—dangerous—but what did he know? Was he so sure about Eren, about everything, just because of the rumours and the past? His past?

"You don't know him like I do," I finally said, my voice shaking with a mix of defiance and something else I couldn't place. "How long have you known Eren? A few weeks? Maybe less?"

Ony's face twitched like he wasn't expecting me to question him back. Good. I wasn’t some naïve kid anymore, living in his shadow, following every word he said without thinking for myself. I stepped forward, my feet hitting the floor with more force than I meant.

"What about you, Ony?" I asked, the words slipping out before I could stop them. "You think you know the kind of life he leads, but how long have you been doing this? How many more people have you hurt in your ‘game’?”

His jaw clenched, a flicker of something in his eyes that I couldn’t quite read. But it wasn’t fear. No, he wasn’t afraid of me. It was something darker, something more resigned. “You don’t get it.”

I took a step closer. "No, you don’t get it, Ony. You're talking like you're the only one who’s been in this world. Like you’re the only one who’s seen the violence, the dirt, the blood. But Eren... he’s different from you."

Ony scoffed, but I wasn’t done. "He’s been through shit—stuff you couldn’t even imagine—and yeah, maybe he’s dangerous, but you’re not some saint either. You’ve been in this world longer than Eren. Hell, longer than any of us. So don’t stand there and pretend you know what’s best for me, for my life, just because you’ve been around longer.”

I swallowed, trying to steady my breath, but it felt like the walls were closing in. "I need to figure this out. I need to know who he is. I need to understand why I feel this pull to him. Don’t act like you’ve got all the answers, Ony, because you don’t."

His eyes narrowed, and for a moment, I thought he might lash out, his anger pushing him to something he couldn’t take back. But instead, he exhaled sharply, almost as if the weight of my words had hit him harder than he cared to admit.

“You don’t know what you’re messing with.” His voice dropped, quieter now, but just as sharp. “Eren’s a ticking time bomb. And when it blows, you’ll be the one left standing in the wreckage.”

I stood there, feeling the intensity of his gaze bore into me, but there was no turning back now. I was done being scared, done hiding from the truth.

“Let it blow then.” My voice was steady, unwavering. “Let it all come crashing down.”

Ony’s expression shifted from anger to something sharper—something colder. He took a step closer, his presence almost suffocating now, and I felt a chill run down my spine, but I stood my ground.

“This is the man you want, Y/N?” Ony’s voice was low, dangerous, as he shook his head. “Him? Eren? For real?”

I didn’t flinch. “You don’t get it, Ony. I don’t need your approval.”

He scoffed, crossing his arms over his chest as he leaned in, his eyes locked onto mine. “Eren’s a fucking mess. And you wanna get tangled up in that? Fine. But don’t say I didn’t warn you. Don’t make me call Aunt Marsha and tell her what you’re up to.”

I froze for a second, the mention of my mom slicing through me like a knife. "Don't you dare bring my mom into this," I hissed, my teeth gritting as the tension crackled in the air between us.

Ony didn’t seem fazed. “I will if I have to, Y/N. You think you know what you’re doing, but you’re playing with fire. This is the last time I’ll warn you.” His voice was dangerously calm like he was speaking to a child. “Stay away from Eren.”

Something inside me snapped. I wasn’t a kid. I wasn’t going to let him control me, not like this.

I tilted my chin up, looking him dead in the eye, and said, “I don’t give a fuck.”

For a long moment, Ony just stared at me, as if he couldn’t believe what he was hearing. His face twisted in disbelief like I’d slapped him across the face. “Excuse me?”

I wasn’t backing down. “I said I don’t give a fuck.”

He blinked like he was processing what I’d just said, his hands tightening into fists at his sides. But then, something broke in his expression. He laughed, a sharp, almost incredulous sound like he couldn’t believe his ears.

“Nah, nah. You must be trippin’.” He shook his head, still laughing. “You think I’m gonna let you throw your life away over this?”

I didn’t flinch. I didn’t even blink. “You can keep laughing all you want, Ony, but this is my choice. Not yours.”

The tension in the room grew thick enough to choke on, but I held his gaze, refusing to look away. “Stay the fuck out of my life.”

Ony’s laughter faded, but there was still that cold edge to his stare. He looked at me like he didn’t know who I was anymore like I was some stranger standing in his living room.

Ony’s sigh was like the air leaving the room, heavy and resigned. He rubbed his hand over his face, a tired motion as if he was worn out by the whole thing like this conversation was more of a burden to him than a warning. He stared at me with a mixture of frustration and disappointment.

“You’re an honour roll student,” he muttered, his voice suddenly low, almost sad. “Look at the fucking hood around us, Y/N. You want in that life? The life I’m in? The trapping, the pushing, the constant paranoia? You always gotta be on your toes ‘cause of the opps lurking around? You think this is what you want?”

His words hit me, hard. The weight of them, the harshness, the reality he was trying to drill into me. But I wasn’t some naive little girl, and I wasn’t going to let his guilt trip pull me back into a corner.

“You want a man in that life?” he continued, his voice growing sharper. “Don’t fuck your life up for one man, Y/N. You know he’s fucking around with other girls, right? Do you think you’re so special? Do you think you’re important? Don’t be dumb.”

I blinked, his words stinging, but something inside me snapped—something raw and real. I felt my chest tighten, the anger rising like a tide I couldn’t hold back.

“You think I don’t know?” I finally shot back, my voice colder than I meant it to be. “You think I’m stupid?”

His face twisted in disbelief like he was expecting me to fall apart, to let his words break me. But I wasn’t about to.

“You’re right about one thing,” I said, my voice steady now. “This life you’re in—trapping, pushing, the constant danger—isn’t something I want. But I’m not some stupid girl who’s gonna let you tell me what I can and can’t want.”

Ony looked at me, his expression hard, his jaw clenched as he watched me with growing frustration. But I wasn’t done.

“Yeah, I know about Eren.” I swallowed, feeling the tightness in my throat. “I know what kind of man he is. And you think that’s gonna scare me away? That’s gonna stop me from wanting to know him?”

He threw his hands up, frustrated. “You think this is some cute little love story? Do you think you can just waltz into his world and get a happy ending? It doesn’t work like that.”

I took a step forward, my fists clenched, but I wasn’t shaking. “I don’t need you to protect me, Ony. I’m not some kid who needs you to shield me from the world. I’ll make my own choices.”

Ony stared at me, incredulous, like he couldn’t believe the words coming out of my mouth. For a second, I thought he might explode, might lash out. But instead, his shoulders sagged, his eyes dropping to the floor.

“You’re making a huge mistake,” he said, his voice almost quieter now like the fight was draining out of him.

I didn’t answer. I didn’t need to. The choice was already made. I was done listening to his warnings. I was done being told who I could and couldn’t care about.

“I’ll make my own mistakes,” I whispered, but I said it with conviction. “And I’ll live with them.”

I turned to leave, feeling Ony’s gaze on my back, the weight of his disappointment heavier than I wanted to admit. But nothing was going to stop me now.

My feet pounded against the stairs as I stormed up to my room, the sharpness of Ony’s words still echoing in my ears. The frustration, the anger—it all felt like a storm building inside me, one I couldn’t outrun, even if I tried.

I could feel the tears starting to prick at the corners of my eyes, but I refused to let them fall. Not yet. I wouldn’t let him see me break.

But as I slammed my bedroom door behind me and leaned against it, my chest tight, the tears came anyway. It wasn’t just the anger I felt—it was the hurt. The deep hurt that Ony, my cousin, could speak to me like that. He’d never done that before. Not even in the middle of our biggest fights. He was the one who’d always been there for me, the one who'd protected me, but now it felt like he was pushing me away.

I wiped my eyes furiously, pacing the room as my thoughts swirled. How could he say those things to me? How could he be so cold, like I was just some naive kid who didn’t know what she was doing? Was I making a mistake?

No. I had to stop myself. I had to remind myself that I wasn’t the same girl anymore. I wasn’t going to let anyone tell me what I could and couldn’t have. Not even Ony.

But the doubt still lingered. He had never spoken to me like that before. Never in all the years, I’d known him, even when we fought over the stupidest things. It felt like I had shattered something between us, and I wasn’t sure if it could ever be fixed.

I let out a shaky breath, sitting down on the edge of my bed, staring at the wall, lost in thought. Why did it have to be this way?

Why couldn’t I just want what I wanted without everyone trying to control it?

Eren’s POV

I walked into Connie’s place, the door creaking shut behind me, and immediately the smell hit me—the thick, heavy scent of weed. Connie’s place always had that vibe, a comfortable chaos where nothing was ever off-limits. The faint buzz of a stereo in the background, the low murmur of voices, and the haze that hung in the air made everything feel slower and more relaxed. But that vibe didn’t match what I saw when I stepped into the living room.

There was Ony, slouched back in the armchair, a fat blunt dangling from his fingers as he lazily cleaned his AR-15. He looked like he was in the middle of something, but his eyes—those cold, sharp eyes—shot straight at me the moment I walked in.

I moved closer, past him, toward the couch where Annalise was sitting in Connie’s lap. She didn’t even look up at first, too busy with her hands working a joint in between her fingers. But as soon as I leaned down, I placed a soft kiss on her cheek, a brief moment of affection that she responded to with a smile, the corner of her mouth curling up.

“Hey, baby,” she said, her voice light, her hand still rolling the joint like it was second nature.

I sat down beside her, but something about the atmosphere in the room felt off. Ony’s gaze never left me, a heavy, calculating stare that made my skin prickle. The air between us was thick, filled with an unspoken tension.

I could feel it before I even said anything—the simmering hostility. Ony’s expression was cold, eyes narrow as he took another drag from the blunt. His fingers gripped the gun tighter, methodical, as if cleaning it was more of a distraction from whatever was going on in his head.

“What’s up, Ony?” I asked, my voice casual, but I couldn’t ignore the way he was looking at me. It was like he was waiting for something, some opening to lash out.

He exhaled smoke slowly, the room thick with the scent of it, and without breaking eye contact, he muttered, “Nothing. Just cleaning my shit.”

I raised an eyebrow, knowing that wasn’t the full story. I could feel the undercurrent of frustration radiating off him, but I wasn’t about to back down. Not now.

I leaned back on the couch, glancing at Annalise, who seemed oblivious to the tension building in the room. But Ony? Ony was staring me down like he was waiting for me to make a move.

“You’re still fucking with her, huh?” Ony finally spoke, his voice low, but there was an edge to it. “After all this time? You think you got her under control?”

My chest tightened, the irritation rising as his words sank in. “What the fuck are you talking about?” I asked, my voice sharp, as I shot him a glance that was heavy with annoyance.

Ony scoffed, his lips curling into something close to a sneer. “You think I don’t know what’s going on? You think I don’t know what you’re doing with Y/N? Playing around with her, messing with her head? Man, you’re seriously out of your mind.”

I leaned forward, my temper starting to flare. “What’s your problem with her? You still think you can control who she talks to, who she fucks with?” I felt the edge in my voice, but I wasn’t backing down.

Annalise looked up from what she was doing, sensing the shift in the mood. But Ony wasn’t having it. He flicked the ash from his blunt, his gaze never leaving me. “She’s a fucking honour roll student, and you’re dragging her into this life. Don’t act like you’re a good guy in all of this, Eren.”

I clenched my jaw, feeling the tension escalate. Ony always had a way of pushing my buttons, but I wasn’t going to let him bait me into a fight. “I’m not dragging her into anything. She’s her fucking person.”

He laughed bitterly, his eyes flicking to Annalise for a split second before he shot me a look that was all too familiar. “Yeah? And you think she knows what she’s getting into? Do you really think you’re the one who gets to decide what’s best for her? Come on, man, don’t be dumb.”

I stood up suddenly, my chair scraping against the floor. “You wanna talk about dumb? You really wanna lecture me about what’s best for her when you can barely keep your shit together?”

Ony stood up too, slow and deliberate, the tension between us thickening. But before anything could escalate, Connie called from the other room, his voice cutting through the silence. “Yo, chill out, both of you.”

I looked at Ony one last time, the animosity thick between us, and then I turned back to Annalise. She didn’t seem to care about what was going on.

I eyed Connie and Annalise, the air thick with unspoken tension before I let out a laugh that didn’t reach my eyes. “Guess you were right, Ony,” I said, glancing back at him with a smirk. “Anna’s really fucking... loving the crew.”

Annalise rolled her eyes, not even giving me the satisfaction of a response. She just kept working, her fingers still focused on rolling the joint like everything was normal, like there wasn’t this storm swirling around us.

I was about to speak again when the door to the apartment creaked open, and Jean and Reiner strolled in, their usual swagger making its entrance before their words did. They dapped up everyone in the room, completely ignoring me.

“Yo, the fuck?” I muttered, irritation bubbling under the surface. “Since when we beefing?”

Jean didn’t even spare me a glance before he replied. “Cause I heard you’ve been making trouble for Y/N’s life, man.”

My eyes narrowed, and I could feel the annoyance rising in me. “If anyone’s got a fucking problem, they can shoot me. Ain’t nobody gonna stop me from doing what I want.”

That was when Ony moved.

It was quick, too quick for me to even process. I felt the sharp pain before I realized what had happened. A burst of fire shot through my thigh, and I staggered back, looking down at the dark stain spreading through my pants. My hand automatically reached for the wound, but the pain was already searing, burning through me.

Ony stood there, his cold eyes locked on me, his gun still pointed toward the floor. “You talk too much, Eren,” he said, his voice low and calm, like he hadn’t just shot me in the fucking thigh.

I gritted my teeth, fighting through the shock. The room was quiet for a second, the air heavy with what had just happened. The others, Jean and Reiner, looked on, no one daring to make a move. I could feel the blood beginning to pool, the sting of the bullet still fresh.

“What the fuck, Ony?” I spat, trying to stay on my feet, but the pain made my vision blur. “You really wanna do this right now?”

Ony didn’t flinch. “You’ve been warned, Eren. I told you to stay the fuck away from Y/N.”

Jean finally stepped forward, a half-smirk on his face. “Guess that’s one way to shut you up.”

Reiner didn’t say a word, but his eyes flicked to the wound and then to Ony. I could see the hesitation in his stance, but he didn’t interfere.

I swallowed the pain, the anger, and everything else building up inside me. “This shit’s far from over,” I growled under my breath, my vision clearing as the adrenaline kicked in. “You’ve made a mistake, Ony. But I’m not done.”

But Ony just shrugged, the same cold expression on his face. “You keep thinking that, Eren.”

And that was all he said before turning away, walking back to his chair, and picking up the blunt like nothing had happened.

Connie let out a heavy sigh, his eyes flicking between me and Ony before settling on me, a mix of frustration and disbelief on his face. Annalise, on the other hand, looked like she’d just seen a ghost. Her mouth was hanging open, and she was frozen, eyes wide as she looked between me and the blood seeping from my leg.

“Annalise!” Connie barked, his tone sharp, and she snapped out of her daze. She hurried off to the other room, her feet scrambling across the floor, her movements quick and jerky like she’d just woken up from a bad dream.

Connie pulled his phone from his pocket, already dialling as he stepped closer to me. His jaw was tight, muscles in his neck twitching with the annoyance he clearly didn’t want to show. “Goddamn, Eren,” he muttered under his breath, shaking his head before he lifted the phone to his ear. “Hange, it’s Connie. We’ve got a problem.”

I gritted my teeth, trying to focus, trying to keep my head straight despite the pain. My leg was on fire, the blood rushing faster now, soaking through my pants. But I wasn’t about to show weakness. “I’m fine,” I muttered, though the words were strained, the pain threatening to overpower me. “Just need to patch it up. I’ve had worse.”

Connie didn’t even look at me. “Shut up, Eren. You’re not ‘fine.’ You’re lucky Ony didn’t blow your fucking leg off.”

The truth of that hit me harder than I cared to admit. Ony wasn’t playing games anymore. I knew he wasn’t the type to hesitate, but this? This was something different. He wasn’t going to just let me walk away anymore.

Annalise came back with the first aid kit, her hands shaking as she knelt beside me, her expression conflicted between worry and disbelief. She quickly opened the kit, pulling out gauze and bandages. I could see the hesitation in her hands, the way she was trying not to look directly at the blood, but she was quick. She knew what she was doing.

“I’m sorry, Eren,” she muttered, her voice softer than usual. “I didn’t... I didn’t know he was going to...”

I shook my head, forcing a chuckle through the pain. “Don’t apologize. It’s not your fault.”

As she applied pressure to the wound, I gritted my teeth, trying not to wince too hard. The burn of the bullet in my leg was making it harder to focus on anything else, but I wasn’t about to show weakness.

Ony, though, was silent. The only sound was the faint flicker of the blunt burning down to the filter in his fingers, and the occasional deep drag he took as he watched me, a quiet satisfaction behind his eyes. It wasn’t just about the bullet. It was about power and control. He wanted me to feel this.

Connie’s voice cut through my thoughts as Hange picked up on the other end of the line. “Yo, Hange, we need you here. Eren got hit. It’s bad, but it’s not fatal.”

Hange’s voice came through quickly. “Got it, I’m on my way.”

Connie ended the call, his gaze flicking back to me with a look that was less about concern and more about the chaos that was about to unfold. He didn’t have to say it out loud, but I knew. This wasn’t just about a bullet wound anymore. The tension was building, and there was no way we were leaving this room without something else going down.

[shawtuzi]

oh my gawd i just cannot stop thinking about eren w a tongue piercing rn it’s killing me actually

listen listen just imagine how needy he’d be after like two and half weeks of no kissing you on your pretty, soft lips and sucking on your tongue or being able to make-out with your pussy omfg he’d just about die. he’d be so damn frustrated that he’d have no other choice but to take it out on your poor pussy, the sight of it glistening and squeezing around his dick so mf tight basically taunting him. and when he’s finally able to put that piercing to good use BABYYY HE DOES NOT DISAPPOINT!!! his hands are pushing against the backs of your knees to keep you from squirming while he slurps and sucks at your oh so sensitive clit, making sure to run the ball of the piercing over it just to feel you jolt. god and he’s moaning so fucking loud and making the most obscene slurping noises it’s got your cheeks flaming in embarrassment. and when he’s all done he squishes ur cheeks together and gives you sloppiest kiss of you life, his eyes rolling into the back of his head when you suck his tongue into your mouth.