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୨୧˚ pairing ⇀ eren jaeger x fem! reader x armin arlert

୨୧˚ synopsis ⇀ you and eren finally let armin join in on the fun. alternatively, the one where you’re sandwiched a blonde and a brunette.

୨୧˚ cw ⇀ boys kissing , threesome , eiffel tower , spit , p in v , dick sucking , crying .

୨୧˚ an ⇀ eren has a crush on armin because i said so.

THE room was stifling, air thick and stained with the heady scent of sex. armin sat at the foot end of your queen sized mattress, dressed from the collared shirt buttoned around his toned chest, down to his khaki slacks and black socks. he was knelt, sat back on his hind legs, and you couldn’t help but admire the way the pants material strained against his thighs. nothing looked out of the ordinary, save from the brown, leather belt that had been popped open, its excess length dangling from the belt hoops at his waist.

“eren, c’mon.” armin’s voice was soft, yet so very stern it made your lungs quiver with unshed breath. through blurry vision, you could vaguely make out the blonde’s form, a single hand thumbing open the button of his slacks and sinking past the waistband of his cerulean briefs. “go a little faster.”

the opposite end of the bed was occupied by eren and yourself. he had you on your hands and knees, two pillows stacked beneath your tummy. eren was completely nude, at armin’s request, but you were instructed to keep those, in his words, “sexy little panties on.” the black, lacy thong always seemed to rile armin up. eren, too, always seeming to hold the thin material to the side with his thumb while he fucked into your cunt from behind.

“fuck up,” eren grunts, bringing a wrist up to his forehead, wiping at the beads of sweat pearling along his temple. “don’t tell me how to fuck my girl.”

armin let’s out a quiet huff, and you’re able to see the way his forearm flexes with exertion as he stroked himself within the confines of those irritably tight pants. “why can’t you ever just listen to me?” he asks with a humorless chuckle.

“you’re never—hah—fucking satisfied.” eren uses a brute palm, pushing it against the small of your back. he loves to see your spine bend and mold to his adjustments, and slams his cock excitedly back inside, earning himself a sexy mewl and a weeping gush from that pretty lil’ pussy. “ain’t it enough that i let your weird ass watch?”

armin licks his dry lips, letting his free hand walk up his flat tummy. his thumb brushes over his own nipple, making a show of how truly turned on he was. “no.” armin approaches you and eren, shuffling on his knees with his hand still buried in his pants. “can she suck me off?”

they discussed this like you weren’t laying right there. eren halts, shoving himself to the deepest part of you before pausing to shoot armin the meanest mug. “hah?”

“y/n,” armin clarified like it was obvious. blonde brows furrow in desperation, “please let her…”

eren stared at armin with such vigor, you feared he might throw a left hook to armin’s jaw. “eren…” you choked out cautiously. what you weren’t expecting was the brunette to snatch armin’s hand out of his pants, replacing it with his own.

“jesus, you’re like fuckin’ diamond down there,” eren laughed breathlessly, raking his unoccupied hand through his lengthy, sweat-soaked locks.

armin’s cheeks were pink, but he leaned his groin into eren’s palm shamelessly. “yeah, well,” ocean eyes dragged over the expanse of your twitching back, zeroing in on the glistening area of eren’s navel, sheening with your slick. he felt his mouth water, a nasty urge telling him to lick eren clean. “your girlfriend is really pretty.”

“she is,” eren whispered with a teasing smile. with a hint of reluctance, eren withdrew his hand from the warmth that was armin’s boxers, holding up his fingers to admire his precum-glazed fingerprints. “messy,” eren tuts, wiping the semen on armin’s disheveled button down. the latter let him, already making a move to unbutton the garment anyway.

finally, you had been included in the conversation when eren pulled you up to him with a painful grip on your hair. he’d collected your locks in a makeshift ponytail, as to not yank any of your roots and hurt you any more than he knew you could take. you arched, back bowed wickedly as eren brought you close. “you wanna suck ‘min’s dick? he’s pretty big.” eren rubbed a calloused hand up your stomach to blanket over your tit, giving it a healthy squeeze. then, a sweet kiss to the back of your ear. “up to you, babe.”

armin already had his shirt off, discarding it on the floor of your bedroom. he was panting already, chest heaving, pert nipples pink and flushed. he didn’t verbally push you, but armin had the worst case of puppy eyes you’d ever seen. “is… is it really alright with you?” you wanted confirmation that this wasn’t some sort of trick, lest you say yes and eren gets pissed off at your readiness to suck another man’s cock.

“mm,” he hummed in confirmation, nuzzling the point of his nose against your jaw. “i trust armin. he’ll be gentle with you.”

in the background, armin’s nodding. “i’ll be so gentle, i promise.” and you’re inclined to believe him. armin had always been the sweetheart of the friend group, and you’d be lying if you said you hadn’t found his kindness towards others a little attractive.

“okay,” you agreed with a small grin. armin’s face lit up the tiniest bit, and with clammy yet confident hands, armin brushed his knuckles over your damp cheekbones, an intimate gesture that warmed you up inside.

eren was quick to smack armin’s hands away from your face. “aht aht, none of that sweet shit,” he scolded, petting his hand over where armin’s touch had tainted your precious cheeks. “no kissing, either. you hear me?” eren squished your face with one giant hand, turning your head to the side so he could look you in the eye. “don’t kiss him, only me.”

“only you,” you said through your puckered lips, drawing a proud smile from your boyfriend. he pecked your lips before releasing your face, pushing you back down to rest against the mouth of pillows.

“‘min, pull it out.”

“yeah, yeah okay.” armin nods, shoving his thumbs into the waistband of his slacks before slowly slipping them down his hip bone. not bothering to take them all the way off, just enough to release his bulge. that clammy hand found residence underneath your jaw, angling your head up to look you in the eye. “you wanna see it?” armin breathed, head tilted as his free hand massaged over the bulge in his blue boxers.

his lewdness was horrifically shocking, but you swallowed that emotion down in favor of gnawing at your lower lip. “yes please.”

armin swore he died for a second. “isn’t she so polite?” eren asked cockily, revving up his hips again in slow, languid strokes. not enough to inebriate you, but still enough to keep up the pleasure. you preened, lips parted in quiet moans.

“so polite,” armin agreed quietly, trancelike, as he fished his erection out from the confines of his briefs. eren wasn’t kidding, armin was a decent length. all pink and veiny and smooth.

eren watched intently from his place behind your ass, unable to stifle his laugh. “holy shit, bro do you wax? how the fuck are you so smooth?” ever the extrovert, eren reached across your small body, running the back of his palm over armin’s pubic bone, only to gawk at the creamy texture of bare flesh.

armin lets eren touch, almost like he’s used to the man’s hands, and blushed. “i like the clean look,” he manages a shrug, swatting eren’s hand away. armin let’s his palm graze over your nape, sliding up to weave those long, pale fingers into your tresses.

“suck him, baby,” eren coos from behind, giving a little squeeze of encouragement to your ass. “or i might.”

armin rolls his eyes, “‘ren, shut—oh.” you’re down there, ever so gently taking his appendage into your small hands and pressing feverish kisses up the underside of his pretty cock. the fingers in your hair tighten for a nanosecond, his blunt nails scratching against your scalp.

unbeknownst to you, too busy spitting on armin’s dick, eren is smiling wolfishly at the sight before him. “yeah, there we go,” he groans, sending a smack to your ass in between thrusts.

“mmfph—!” muffled through armin’s flesh, you cry at the sting of a steel palm against your ass cheek. the vibrations from your hymn have armin gasping.

“oh, that felt really nice.” he announces through a quivering voice.

“she’s good, right?” eren asked.

armin nods, “the best.”

eren likes that answer. amidst the dicking down he’s giving you, eren finds a grasp on the back of your skull, his hand flat atop armin’s that already resided there. armin shoots eren an incredulous look. the brunette just licks his teeth.

“c’mon, make him moan,” eren demands, suddenly forcing your head deep into armin’s lap. the both of you are caught off guard. you’re choking around the satin-covered rod that lodged into the depths of your throat, and armin equally sputtered on his own spit, releasing a bitchy moan of his own. eren looked at you two with hearts for eyes, too turned on to think. “take him deeper, y/n. to the f—hnn, fuckin’ balls.”

you gagged, saliva bubbling past the barrier of your lips and leaking down to wet armin’s khakis. he couldn’t give less of a shit, too busy steeling his stomach, focusing his entire being into not cumming down that tight, wet throat of yours. “e-eren, she’s choking,” armin said between hiccups and whines, pawing at eren’s wrist that was attached to the hand planted on the back of your head. “ease… up!”

eren sneered, “she can take it. jus’ a little more.” eren felt himself get close. the heavenly feeling of your sopping cunt in tandem with the sexy scene of you gagging on armin’s cute cock… jesus, he really was about to cum. “c’mere,” eren ordered to armin, not even getting a chance to form a thought before eren was reeling him in with his free hand on the back of his neck.

the men met, their lips crashing roughly against one another. eren grunted into armin’s cavernous mouth, dragging his nails down the side of his delicate neck. “fuck,” eren hissed, decimating the latter’s mouth with his long tongue. armin desperately tried to keep up, but as his orgasm approached, the delirium only grew. armin let his jaw unhinge, allowing eren’s tongue ti mesh against his own.

spit dribbling down his chin, stringing down to stick against his sweaty, beet-red chest. “er…” armin whimpered, eyes rolling back in his skull. armin’s hand grabbed blindly for eren’s hair, yanking it without any of the delicacy that he’d treated you with. “i’m c-close…”

“cum in her throat,” eren whispered against armin’s swollen lips, kissing him again. “y/n, y’ hear that? drink it.”

you could barely breathe down there, not with the way eren was so adamant about you swallowing down every inch of armin. all this time, eren had been the one concerned about whether or not armin would treat you gently, just for him to be the rough one all along. he knew you loved it, though. “hngg,” was all you could say with seven inches in your throat and eight in your cervix.

“good fucking girl,” eren praised, giving armin one final sloppy kiss. “n-nut in her mouth.”

the idea sounded so delectable, but armin was apprehensive. “will y/n—”

“she loves it ‘min. nut in her goddamn mouth.” the brashness of eren’s nasty words had sent armin full throttle into his impending orgasm. those wide eyes screwing shut, lips parted and the girliest moans ripping from deep within his chest. armin gripped onto eren’s hair and broad neck for dear life, digging his nails into the sweaty flesh there.

at the same time, you’d felt your own orgasm burst at the taste of armin. his flavor was inexplicably clean, like water paired with a hint of salt and tang. the musky liquid had shot so deep into your throat, the little bucks of armin’s hips had involuntarily pushed the semen out through your nostrils. you cried, forcing your hips back to meet eren’s relentless movements and riding out your intense orgasm.

“she’s cumming,” eren called out in a moan-laugh hybrid, still ruthlessly slamming his hips against your wobbling ass. he snatched a chunk of blonde hair, ripping armin’s head out from when he’d buried it in the brunette’s neck and forced him to look down at your writhing, pathetic body. “look, my girl’s creaming all over me.”

armin watched, hazy and exhausted but still conscious enough to admire the attractively feminine lure of your hips as they twitched from pleasure. “wow…” was all he could stupidly say, invested in the way your asscheeks valiantly bounced off eren’s chiseled hips.

speaking of, eren was on the cusp of his own ferocious climax. he tended to get giggly when he was close to bursting, and you couldn’t miss the way his cock throbbed inside of you. “fuck,” eren pulled out hastily, slapping your ass. “on your back, quick.”

with armin’s gentle help, you maneuvered yourself one hundred and eighty degrees, kicking the pillows out of the way to lay perfectly flat. armin knelt beside your head, whilst eren shifted himself to straddle your tummy. reaching an impatient hand up towards armin, eren snapped a finger. “hand.”

it was a simple demand, one armin was quick to fulfill. he lended eren his limp hand, knowing exactly what it was about to be used for. you watched as eren curled armin’s fist around his cock, breathlessly telling armin to stroke. “squeeze it tighter, i’m not gonna break.”

armin chirped out an apology, adjusting his grasp on eren’s dick. eren grabbed the man’s shoulder in one iron-clad grip, the other one pinching your nipple. eren’s eyelids flutter shut, expelling grunt after grunt. “close,” he uttered, tossing his head back, “aim it at her tits.”

armin did so, picking up the pace and making sure every drop of eren’s cum collided with your satin chest. the corded muscle of eren’s thick thighs flexed, back arching as he reamed himself into armin’s soft hand. “oh my god fuck yes!”

after coming down from his stellar high, eren assessed the damaged. armin was spent, looking exhausted as all hell, but blissfully content. you, his perfect girl, were sheening with sweat, hair mussed and breasts drowning in a thick layer of his seed. “look at this mess,” eren hummed, rubbing his cum into your skin like moisturizer. “you’re all sticky.”

“i don’t mind,” you smile weakly, more than happy to be doused in your boyfriend’s baby batter any day of the week. but eren tsked, shaking his head frivolously.

“i mind.” those narrow, seafoamy eyes of his flitted over to the only other male in the room, “armin, why don’t you come clean her up. slowly, i wanna watch.”

the umpteenth bashful smile tugged at armin’s lips, spit-soaked lips curving gracefully around his words.

“i’d love to.”

did i cross the line ?

pairing: armin arlert x f!reader ( attack on titan ) word count: 1K+ warnings: 18+ for overall context; au - modern universe, slight dubcon due to intoxication, alcohol, college party, eren yeager being a shit, implied slow burn friends to lovers, ✨ tension author's note: i was drinking wine and wrote this up in 30 min?

You don't know how you ended up here -- tucked away in a closet of a fraternity house you want no part of, barely finding your breath as trembling hands hold either side of your face like you're something precious; something that can break.

You smell the distinct scent of cheap beer and a mirage of other liquors mixing with your own minty tooth paste. Your head is spinning, but you're sober.

Sometime between getting the panicked text from Armin ( i don't know why i'm getting dragged to this thing ) and seeing Eren's first private Instagram story ( look at @/aarlert getting insane! ) you had packed up your bag and save your friend from total embarrassment.

If this is Eren's doing, then he's been begging to drag Armin to Titan Frat for months now -- some bullshit excuse of wanting to prove that Armin can be fun, but you've always thought Armin was fun.

He's your favorite person; your best friend since the start of university. He's funny. He's compassionate.

He's much too hard on himself, constantly worrying, but you like to think you both cancel out one another's anxieties.

His roommate, Eren Yeager, liked to joke that he was in love with you. You didn't quite believe it -- couldn't, not when you have your own deep-seated crush in the back of your mind.

So somehow between making your way into this chaotic house where people dance, drink, and fuck the way through the hallways like they're on a world-ending marathon, you find him: his yellow-blonde hair is a dead giveaway, wipsy and faded at the nape of his neck. He's holding a red cup looking wildly out of place in this sea of extroverts wearing a faded flannel and band tee. You noticed he left his glasses at home, so you can only imagine how poor his eyesight is.

"Armin!" you shout over the music, and he turns on instinct. His eyes find yours, narrowing then widening. The relief passes like a crashing wave, as if you're the soothing balm to his nerves.

"What -- What are you doing here?" he yelps, abandoning his red cup to a table full of forgotten cups. His hands reach for your face, rendering you speechless.

Armin doesn't even like to bump shoulders, much less touch you. He's staunchly unaffectionate physically with a gift of gab -- he'll tell you how much he adores you, how important you are to him, but he's not the touchy-feely friend.

Still, you're stunned when his fingers run along your cheeks, cupping your face.

"I saw Eren's story," you say over the music, trying to lean closer.

His brows knit. "What?"

"I saw Eren's story!"

"I can't really hear -- hold on!"

Dropping his hands from his face, he quickly searches your sides -- there -- and grabs your hand. Again, the sudden proximity of him is knocking off your axis.

He navigates the hallways like he knows where he's going, cautious to protect you from touching the couples making out against walls, totally oblivious to the world around them. He covers your elbow, your shoulder, as if he's your own personal bubble.

Careful.

Always so goddamn careful with you.

He tugs on a bedroom door. Locked.

Armin groans, before trying another more slender door.

It's a closet, empty and seemingly refurbished. His gentle blue eyes, stormy from consuming liquor, look to you.

"Is this okay?"

"To what, talk in?"

"Yeah," he exhales, his pale cheeks peppered with a pink hue. "Pretty sure all the other rooms are occupied."

Huffing a sigh, you slip into the closet and turn. "Armin, you practically smell like a liquor cabinet."

"I know," he sheepishly confesses, closing the door behind him. He's only slightly taller than you, but not by much. "Eren, he..."

He's pushy, is what you imagine he wants to say.

Constantly badgering poor Armin to conform to things he isn't interested in just so he has a buddy to pledge with for rush season this year.

"Are you okay?" you softly ask, and Armin lets out a tiny huff of a laugh.

"Of course I'm fine," he mumbles. "You're here now."

Even in the small light of this closet you see his eyes widen, realizing he said it out loud. You try not to laugh, lips pursed together to avoid it, but he laughs for you.

"Shit," he exhales. "Okay. I stand by what I said."

"Yeah?"

"God, yeah, are you kidding?" Armin asks with a cute scrunch of his nose. "You make everything a thousand times better."

You lean against the wall, laughing softly with him. "Well, I appreciate that. Are you sure you're okay? On a scale of one to ten--"

"You don't have to take care of me," he reassures, moving closer to him. "You always take care of me. I-- I should be taking care of you."

Blinking twice, you look up at him, but he's busy staring at your lips.

"Min?"

"Uh-huh?"

"What's going on in that empty head of yours?"

"A lot, actually, if you can believe it," he admits. "So... so much, but I can't..."

Armin's always had difficulty verbalizing what he wants. What he's thinking. You've always been so patient, allowing him to unravel the ball of yarn in his head until the red string straightens itself out.

His hands slide up to your face again, as if magnetic. You make the smallest noise of surprise, but it isn't unwanted.

"I kept seeing all of those people," he murmurs, leaning in closer. His breath tickles your face. "Kissing, touching, in the halls of this damn place... all I wanted to do was to text you."

His thumb runs along your cheek like he's craving to know you, memorize you, the way he's memorized every note in your shared classes.

You make no sudden movement, as if the trance will somehow awaken Armin from this new warpath he's carved for himself. "Why didn't you?"

"Because I can't really see the buttons right now," he admits with a tiny, embarrassed laugh. "But you still came for me, like you knew I wanted you."

Oh.

That's a loaded double entendre.

Your eyes round, watching as he leans closer.

"Min?"

He doesn't answer right away.

Instead, Armin drops one of his hands to run a gentle finger up your arm -- it's subtle, the manicured edge of his fingernail running deliciously against your skin.

Like he's afraid to touch.

He's always so afraid.

But so are you.

"The things I wish I could do," he exhales, his nose ever so lightly brushing against yours. "Things I could do -- if you'd let me."

always thinking about riding armin. <3

tw: penetrative sex, creampie, exhabitionism.

it was only supposed to be a nice date, wholesome even. a bike ride into a more secluded part of the forest to have a picnic together for some much needed quality time. and it was just that, for a little while anyway.

but now your blouse is pulled up to expose your tits to the warm, spring breeze. and your skirt's bunched up at your waist, giving armin the perfect view of his weeping cock sliding in and out of your sopping wet cunt.

he's laying on the red plaid blanket you brought with you. his shirt unbuttoned, giving you a perfect view of the pink and purple love bites you left behind earlier that start at his collarbones and end just above the base of his cock. he was so shy at first, half-heartedly resisting you as your made your decent down his body.

"c'mon baby, someone might see us."

its almost funny how only minutes ago he was worried about voyeuristic eyes, and now he's writhing underneath you. an abundance of moans and whines erupting from his parted lips. hes so far gone now, so totally and completely fucked out of his mind that he couldn't care less.

his hands have an almost bruising force behind them as he grips onto your waist to help give you momentum as you bounce over and over again. his voice cracks as he moans your name, and it only makes you slam your hips down harder.

the coil inside you is winding tighter and tighter the longer you ride him, and you can tell armin isn't far behind. his whole body is flushed, tears are welling up in his eyes, and he can't stop bucking his hips up to meet yours.

you pry his hands off you, intertwining your fingers with his as you slam yourself down one last time. you grind down onto him, and you both let out high pitched groans. he's just so deep. and the feeling of your puffy clit rubbing against the toned muscle of his lower abdomen has you seeing stars. youre only brought back when you hear armin cry out to you.

"fuck baby, 's so good. love you s'much.. keep fucking me, please. please, fuck me."

and why would you ever say no to him when he asked so nicely?

you grind on him at a fervent speed, throwing your head back when you feel his tip nudge against the spot that makes you feel like you're melting. you squeeze his hands in an attempt to ground yourself, but hearing him whimper out how pretty you look on top of him has the coil finally snapping.

armin loses himself in the way your cunt somehow sucks him in even deeper, fluttering and clenching around him as you fall onto his chest. he wraps one arm around you, while he entagles this other hand into your hair. he thrusts up into you, prolonging your release as he finds his.

your eyes are squeezed shut, and all you can hear over the filthy sounds of skin slapping skin and your own moans is his choked out whine.

"m'cumming! fuck baby, m'cumming!"

it's then that you feel him throbbing inside you as he shoots ropes of white into your pretty little cunt. you stay on top of him for a while before you slid off to lay down on the blanket as you try to catch your breath. when you turn to check on armin, you find that he's already looking at you like he's in a daze.

you both let out breathy laughs as you readjust your clothes and scoot closer to one another until your head is on his chest and his arm is around your body. you lay in a comfortable silence for a while, drawing absent-minded shapes on each other with your fingertips until he finally speaks up.

"that was really risky."

"i think you like it risky."

he laughs as he tilts your chin up so that you're looking at him. he kisses you gently at first, but he's quick to deepen it. he keeps his lips on yours as he climbs on top of you, caging you in his arms and slotting his knee between your legs until he brushes against your still sensitive cunt. you gasp, and he chuckles as he nudges you again.

"yeah, i think you're right."

settling in • a. artlert

moving into a new place with your fiancée and he has the perfect idea to get you two acquainted with it!

word count: 3.9K

pwp, black fem reader, nursing au plotline, lowkey filthy smut, spit play, he fucks reader in a chair, praise kink, squirting, oral (f. receiving) brief a eating (iykwim), fingering, creampie, full nelson, pet names + daddy is used.

it’s been forever and fifteen days since I’ve written for my pooh bear armeen (I lowkey missed him) and writing so here we are

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

“Is that it?”

“Yeah..looks like it was the last one. Finally.”

a heavy sigh of relief, along with a wave of pride came rushing over the twenty four year old as he faintly kicked the door shut and locked it behind himself and his beautiful bride to be. Carrying in the remaining boxes from a long and daunting move. It was a surreal moment to say the very least. Neither of you could believe that in just a few months, you’d be marrying the love of your life, with successful jobs and what seemed like a far off reality, now owning your place. A single family home with two bedrooms and two baths, a beautiful kitchen and everything that you could’ve ever wanted! If anyone had told you guys that this would be your future, you’d never believe them. It seemed like just yesterday, the two of you were partying and doing dumb, dangerous things. Now, (y/n) was working as a Human Resources manager and in the same hospital where your soon to be husband worked as a registered nurse. It was ideal in all the ways imaginable. Armin Artlert was always regarded as someone who was extremely intelligent with a good head on his shoulders. Someone who’d undoubtedly walk the straight and narrow..unfortunately, he veered from that path when he met you. Not so much that you dragged him down or deterred him from his goals, but you kept him good and preoccupied! Meeting for hookups when the both of you should have been studying. Him snatching you from class early just to smoke you out and have sex..it was very unbecoming of both of you and although you were both madly in love, it wasn’t enough and you made the heartbreaking decision to separate for a while. At least until your goals were met and you were both in a good place. Fast forward almost two years and your lives couldn’t be better. On the day of his nursing school graduation, Armin dropped to a knee in front of everyone and asked you to be his wife. He knew he couldn’t go a step further into his future unless you were right there beside him, to do it for eternity. And with bells, you accepted! Nearly ruining your makeup after his doting speech. Now, things were looking brighter than ever and you both had so much to look forward to. In both your personal lives and careers..

“…we really did it, huh?” The tears welled in your eyes at the uttering of the words. Truthfully, you were overcome with emotion. Especially because you’d never imagined this life for yourself..a wife, a career woman or homeowner. It felt like something you’d never even dreamed of and yet, you were thankful you’d crossed paths with this man. You loved Armin so much and you were so glad that there was no question, that he was all yours. And that this life? It was one that you were going to build together.

“Yes we did..and I’m so proud. Of both of us. I love you, (y/n).” Softly muttering with his hands cradling your own; pulling you closer towards him as he wrapped you in an embrace. “Hey angel..what’s wrong? Why are you crying?” It was inevitable, truly. You were always so emotional..so loving with a sensitive nature but he couldn’t understand why you’d be shedding tears at such a joyous occasion. Even so, he held you close and even swiped your tears away with tender kisses. “I’m sorry..I’m just so happy. ‘S all..” he didn’t hold it against you though. It was quite overwhelming to think about but right now, his focus was on celebration and enjoying your new space. Cradling you to his chest, your fiancé placed a kiss atop your head and cupped your face in his palms. “Well I am too. I love you so much, you know that right?” His cheeks flustered red and raised from ear to ear as he just examined you for a moment. You were so beautiful, he honestly couldn’t believe that he’d be spending the rest of his life, waking up next to this beautiful face. That gorgeous skin, those prominent yet delicate features. Everything about you made his heart flutter..

“I love you too, so much more..”

but alas, it wasn’t the only organ that you seemed to garner a reaction out of..whilst standing there; his frame towering slightly above your own, Armin couldn’t help but to ponder on those past memories. All of those wild nights together..the partying, the drinking and of course, the steamy, late night sexscapades you two partook in. It was truly the highlight of your week and now, you could do so whenever you wanted. Living under the same roof. For the time that he was away from you, Armin had spent many nights thinking of all the things he’d do once he got you back in his life. How he’d spoil you, how'd he cherish you, the way he’d make a conscious effort every single day to show his affection…and of course…

“Mm, is that so? You think you love me more?”

how he’d make love to you in a way that’d transcend all of the drunken, weed fueled sex you’d had in the past! This time was different, more intimate and far more special than all those times before. He wanted you to know that above all else, you were his number one priority.

“Yes I do..” smirking whilst a finger trailed down his chest and back up to his chin; chewing at your lower lip and glancing up at him. It wasn't hard to deduce what was on both of your minds at the moment. The teasing, the playful banter..it was all bound to lead to one thing.

“Well I don’t think that’s possible, babe. I mean…I could just show you how much I adore you…— just then, you’d feel his lips move to your neck and snake up to your ear, where he whispered. “But I don’t think you could handle that.” Still cradling you close. Meanwhile, his ink laden hands; decorated in beautiful tattoos, snakes around to your backside and squeezed it tightly. He’d been trying to contain himself all day but watching you strut about, carrying item after item into your new home, in nothing more than a thin tank top and shorts that had your plump ass swaying with each step. The way your soft skin absolutely flowed underneath the sunlight, almost as if you were some sort of deity, and his favorite…those perfectly round tits sitting up in that shirt. He had to exercise all of his restraint not to rip you out of it right there! But now, you were alone and nothing could stand in the way of it. Besides, what better way to break the new place in?!

“Oh trust, honey. I’m a big girl…I can take whatever you throw at me.” Alluding to much more suggestive things. “Good to know..” There was no need in beating around the bush so with that declaration, Armin roped those hands around the back of your neck as the gap between your bodies closed. It wasn’t long before you were snaking your tongues down each other’s throats, biting at the other’s lower lip and whimpering into the kiss. The teeming passion and unbridled lust that had been bubbling inside of you guys could no longer be sated. Eventually, you found yourselves, trying to rip each other out of your clothes and you’d subtly walk backwards until your calves were knocking against the new recliner..not even out of its plastic yet. (Y/N) took a seat and lowered Armin with you as your hand cradled the back of his head. He didn’t waste any time in teasing you as he was certain you’d become all flustered and just beg him relentlessly. He did however, pull away and tug your tank top down with him. Revealing those beautiful breasts and erect nipples. Those perfect brown buds quickly disappeared into his mouth and he’d suckle; whimpering out of pure pleasure.

“Mmmph..I definitely missed this..”

a look of deviation shrouded his face as he cupped your tits into his palms and ravaged them. “I can tell…mmm!..” He always did have a fixation on your chest and would get lost in foreplay alone. Licking, suckling and latching onto them as he fingered you slowly. Slender digits buried to the hilt inside of you..you’d be left a dripping puddle of cream by the time he finished.

“Put those legs up here for me…” instructing you to place your calves on either side of the chair arms and spread yourself open. To which you’d happily comply…ready to show him exactly how needy and desperate you were for things to escalate. “Thereee we go. God, I can’t wait to taste you..” eagerly rubbing your thighs and leaving a trail of kisses along the insides, even licking all around the skin, just to garner a reaction. He could tell by the way you chewed your finger, you were burning up with equal anticipation to have him devour you..so with those legs parted wide, Armin placed both palms flat into your skin and pinned you down, after removing your shorts and tugging that thong to the side. Part of him wanted to sit here and admire you and the other half just wanted to feast hungrily on this pretty cunt of yours. Dredging his fingertips slightly over the slick lined opening, he’d suck his teeth; grunting and moaning for you..

“This pussy’s so fucking fat..and pretty. And she’s so wet f’r me already…”

just doting on your sex as he peeled the hood of your clit back with his thumb pad to stroke it. Meanwhile, you were about to come undone from anticipation and teasing. Clutching your tits, (y/n) bit your lip once more and whimpered, all but begging him to quit stalling. “Baaabe. Please..” which did nothing more than rile him up even more and give him the deeper urge to mess with you. “What’s the matter? Something on your mind, gorgeous?” Which only earned him a flustered laugh and the cutest plea as you bucked your hips towards his face and against his fingers. Armin was notorious for making you wait and beg for it..something about watching you writhe and moan, begging for him to touch you just really turned him on. “C’mon, baby..if you want something, say it. I’ve got all night..” chuckling with that deviant, icy glare in his eyes. Those blue lens’ fixated on you with precision..he wasn’t moving until he heard the fateful words exit your lips and luckily for the both of you…it didn’t take long to crack!

“Mmmph…just eat my pussy, please..fuck I need it. Need you so bad..”

and with that declaration, Armin felt confident in giving you what you desired.

“Aw, is that it?…well why didn't you just say so, sweetheart?” Just then, with his gaze still very much fixated on his girl, the mischievous blonde slid one single digit inside of you as he watched your reaction shift..pleasure struck all over your face as he finally made contact with that entrance. It had admittedly been nearly a month since the two of you engaged in any sort of sexual activity. With this move, transitioning into new jobs and such, it barely left time for each other. Life hadn’t seemed to slow down at all. However, this was your chance to atone for that and best believe you were going to spend the rest of the night, up until the morning doing so. All in the comfort of your new home.. “You know I aim to please..” finally snaking his tongue out, Armin lapped it against your clit and began swirling it around those folds. Flicking it in and out, suckling and slurping…he didn’t hold back on his little feast. Meanwhile, that finger was still working your over to relieve that tightness. He’d add a second one eventually and pump that little hole while continuing to eat your pussy mercilessly. “Oh fuck…s’ good. Right there, baby..yes..” you’d claw at the unwrapped cushions but he’d instruct you to place your hands elsewhere, wanting you to guide him along for your pleasure. “Pull my hair, baby ... .put that shit in my face..” cursing under his breath as his ascent into your sex continued. Latching onto your clit, Armin suckled on it for a full minute whilst pumping those two digits in and out…by this time, a puddle had begun to form underneath your ass. The pearly shade adding such a beautiful contrast on your skin.

“You’re creaming already, babe? Ooh..you gotta save some for me..need to feel that.” Even so, Armin persisted and kept devouring that delicious cunt whilst your fingers snaked between his blonde tresses and tugged him along. Your head dangled back in pleasure as you cried out, pushing yourself into his face. He was so enamored with the way you reacted to him. The way it spasmed around those knuckles, the way you leaked even more, those sweet juices trickling down his chin, when he touched the tip of his tongue to your aching little bud and especially when he momentarily flicked himself around your other entrance and caused you to release another pretty whimper. “Somebody likes that..sticking my tongue in that pretty little asshole. I think you might come if I keep doing that.” Which made you both giggle. “Yeah..feels so fucking good though.” He’d pause for a brief moment, letting you both recuperate and that’s when you’d all but demand that he give you what you really needed. But not without a little persuasion, of course!

“What was that? You want what?”

“For you to fuck meee..”

drawing out your words in a flustered whine, jolting around as he stroked himself underneath, mocking and taunting your pleas. “To fuck you?” “Yesss, I need that dick so bad.” By this time, you were playing with yourself to quell your urges. Unable to wait for him to do so. “Aw, somebody’s needy today. Don’t worry, sweetheart. I’ll take care of you.” Reassuring you as he rose to his feet. Just then, Armin would lob a trail of spit in between your folds and simultaneously grasp the base of his cock, stroking upwards to get himself aroused. Which was already in play…between eating you out and those adorable whimpers, he was aching to sink himself inside of you. “Look what you did to me…fuck, you turn me on so much, baby..” crying out in that whiny yet sultry tone; sucking his teeth and glaring down at you as he aligned himself with your slit. Tapping that aching head against your entrance, Armin slowly but surely teased the tip right up against you. But alas, you were growing impatient. So with your legs spread wide, feet brushing his forearms and a direct view of both of your lower halves, you’d reach forward to help guide him..

“You gonna put it in for me?” Prompting you to nod and lick your lips as your flesh finally met. “Go ahead, beautiful. This is your dick, you use me how you want to..”

and with that, you’d feed that stiff, throbbing cock into you until it reached the halfway mark. The initial sensation caused both of you to erupt into loud groans and expletives..he was rather girthy despite his lanky stature but he certainly didn’t lack in size either..nearing around seven or so inches with round, plump balls. It was perfect..even so, you were still one and only weakness. He didn’t want to sit idle but he felt the second he began thrusting, his clock would proceed to tick as well..fearful that he may not last as long as he’d hope for. “Fuck, fuck…you’re so tight, angel.” Gripping the back of his chair, he’d attempt to regain his balance and establish a rhythm. Pounding slowly into you whilst not making direct eye contact. That would only shorten his stamina if anything..seeing that pretty face while he was in it? He’d fill you up on the spot.

“I remember when we first started having sex and I couldn’t last more than two minutes with you..” recollecting on your past hookups. Which prompted you both to laugh. Granted, you had only been with two other people prior to Armin, with one night stands but they were never memorable. Lasted all of ten minutes before you dipped..but with him? You could never forget it. Whether it was him being flustered and nervous because you felt way too good. So much so that he came in less than five minutes and was so embarrassed about it. But you thought it was adorable, actually. He was so doting, gentle and made sure you were okay the entire time. You two took the time to actually learn and explore one another’s bodies. Touching, massaging and even masturbating together..it was that sensuality that made it all the more special.

“You say that like it’s a bad thing…and you were the only one to ever make me come that hard.” Doting on your man as he slid in and out of you. (Y/N) slowly stroked your clit to match his pace, rolling those fingertips on that sensitive bud..

“And you stretch me out so fucking good, baby..mm, that dick feels so good..” “..yeah? Feel good, sweetheart? Like the way I’m fucking this little pussy?”

your encouragement seemed to incite something inside of him..just then, you’d feel those strokes get deeper and a tad bit faster. Jolting you around and making those perky titties away with each one. He still had his hands planted to the back of the chair but he was finally able to make eye contact with his beloved and when he saw your expressions, he just became more enthused to fuck you! He’d then snake the free hand around your throat and choke you slightly as he cooed to you. “It feels good when I’m pounding you, baby? Making that shit cream on me?..” Naturally, he knew the response just by your body language and enjoyed hearing you answer with soft whimpers and cries.

“Yes daddy, oh my gosh! You’re fucking me so good right now…’m gonna come.”

which he knew was no fake out. He could feel that grip tightening more and more by the second. And if that wasn’t any indication, the way you were smacking at his now exposed abs as he tucked the tail end of his shirt between his teeth, was more than enough. “Ooh, I know you do, angel. I can feel how close you are..you’re squeezing me. Tell me, are you gonna give me what I want?” Questioning as that clutched hand brought a thumb up to your soft lips, allowing you to suckle. You knew exactly what he was alluding to and truthfully, he had no other choice..you were prepared to let it all go for him. Whatever he desired..replacing that thumb pad with his own lips, Armin fed you a couple of sloppy kisses, before asking you once more and when you responded accordingly, all but begging him as he sped up again, he’d give you his permission and command..

“That’s all I needed to hear…come, now..” needless to say, he was not disappointed with the result. He’d meet you with as many strokes as possible, letting out tiny spurts of the sweet nectar until you’d all but push him out and squirt all over the place. Armin couldn’t help but to be overcome with excitement as he watched you make a giant mess because of him.

“That’s what I’m talking about, baby..come on this dick..fuuuck yes.” Meanwhile, you were trembling as the remnants of those juices exited your body and you were left trembling from the sensation. Yet you found yourself longing for more and it took your fiancé no time to notice. Leaning forward, he’d cup your face and swish his tongue around in your mouth. But even that wasn’t enough to sate his appetite for you. Because just when you thought he was about to reach that climatic peak along with you, you were in for another surprise. Coiling those legs tightly around his firearms, Armin tugged you closer and instructed you to grab him. “Wrap your arms around me, baby. Hold on.” With that, you found yourself hoisted midair and propelled onto his cock. The sensation is just as equally warming and comforting as the first time…he’d become a lot stronger than the Armin you met in highschool. A lot more muscular and a hell of a lot more confident..

“I swear I’ll never get tired of fucking you..feels so good every time I’m inside of you…don’t even wanna pull out..” as he thrusted and bucked his hips upward into you, he’d rattle off and sing your praises. You were reaching your breaking point but you couldn’t stop glaring into his eyes. Wanting to reach that peak together..needing to watch his reactions. You were fixated, obsessed with one another..madly in love. And you were going to consummate that very love in your new home. “Kiss me..kiss me while I come in that pretty pussy..please..” all but begging as your lower halves smacked together in a sticky sheath. Flailing your head back, (y/n) cried out and clawed your nails into his neck, begging for all he had whilst hammering into that tight cunt. “Just like that, Armin! Right there, baby..” Your tongues clashed in a heated twist of passion and before long…

“Oh fuck..oh fuck..I’m coming, baby..” he couldn’t contain himself any longer and those thrusts became sporadic, a lot more uncontrollable and before long, he was pouring every drop of that warm seed into your womb. Tugging you down and keeping you in place until he couldn’t spill another drop. You’d both release ear shattering cries, laced with passionate ‘I love you’s’ as you rode out those orgasms in unity. It was certainly a night that neither of you would ever forget.

“I’m so happy I get to do this for the rest of my life with you..and to call you my wife.”

Chuckling as the two of you engaged in tender kisses. Letting your bodies become enraptured in the moment. Finally allowing it all to sink in..

“Yeah, you’re stuck with me..get used to it.”

“And I wouldn’t want it any other way. Who else is going to be

From mere strangers to absolute lovers, hooking up to coming home together.. it was funny how life worked…years ago, you’d never imagined that this would be your future. But now? You couldn’t picture a world where this man was not a part of it. You’d cherish this night, this moment and the beautiful ones to come, as long as he was by your side.

☾2024 Kinktober☽ ∼ Anime Edition

Yours truly: Hii my name is Adri and this my first time writing on Tumblr and smut. I've decided last minute to join at the best time of the year. If anyone is reading this and wants to start a tag list I can. I hope you all enjoy my writing and have a happy month! Thank you.

p.s. I spun a wheel for everything except for a few characters and prompts I already had in mind, but besides that everything is basically at random.

Tag List: @regu1ar-huh

*•.¸♡ Week 1 ♡¸.•*

October 1st: Feitan Portor ☠ Somnophilia

October 8th: Rin Matsuoka ☠ Biting Kink

*•.¸♡ Week 2 ♡¸.•*

October 9th: Roronoa Zoro ☠ Marathon Sex

October 12th: Erwin Smith ☠ Breeding Kink

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October 15th: Kuroko Tetsuya ☠ First Time Sex

October 17th: Naruto Uzumaki ☠ Clones/ Double Penetration

October 19th: Armin Arlert ☠ Pegging Kink

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October 22nd: Megumi Fushiguro ☠ Stress Relief Sex

October 25th: Monkey D. Luffy ☠ Belly Bulge/Size Kink

October 28th: Laxus Dreyar ☠ Lightning Kink

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October 31st: Sano "Mikey" Manjiro ☠ Apology Sex

teach me

a/n: *sigh* I love armin, he has a soft spot in my heart

tutor!armin is a sucker for late-night studies, preferring to get his studying and homework done first before helping out fellow peers.

you were recommended by your teacher that tutor!armin was the best of the best, and guaranteed a passing grade.

armin couldn’t focus, eyes drinking in how your tight tank top stretched against your hard nipples.

were you cold? is the room cold? he couldn’t tell, he felt as if the room was melting him.

you tilt your head prettily, asking him to check your work. snapping his gaze off your chest tutor!armin looks over your work, distracting him just enough that his bulge deflates.

without a hitch your tutor session goes amazing, full of excitement by the knowledge you acquired, you wrap your arms around his neck pecking his cheek.

“thank you so much armin! I’ll see you next time.”

feeling overwhelmed tutor!armin mumbles a welcome and scrambles into his car, peeling off into an alleyway.

he feels so dirty when he pulls out his aching cock, pumping slowly. all he could think about was how your mouth would feel around his length instead of his cheek, or how your chest felt so plush against his.

with a gasp he cums all over his shirt, feeling unsatisfied and awkward. only to be startled by a knock on his somewhat fogged windows. his eyes widen when they make contact with yours.

“armin?”

focus

a/n: I’ve been thinking a lot about Joon-ho from extraordinary attorney woo 🫶🏽

he loves to listen to your ramblings, going on and on about whatever topic you fancy. his eyes glazed over in adoration, hanging off every fact you spew, finding how your lips spread in a slight smile cute.

his hand holding his chin, while his other grasps yours, lightly rubbing his thumb over your knuckles. he sighs, content with this moment.

“and I swear- oh, im boring you aren’t I?” you rasp softly, temperature rising, realizing you’ve been talking for a while.

his lips quirk in mirth, “no, not bored just waiting for a chance to speak,” he teases, enjoying the blush dusting your cheeks.

“just kidding, I’ll wait for as long as I need.”

Jean, ARMIN, Gojo, Geto, OIKAWA, Mikey, Draken, KAZUTORA.

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(armin’s ‘super shy’ after meeting you at a bookstore)

a/n: why can’t this happen to meee? anyways here!

c/w: black reader (like always!), cussing, armin seems like a weirdo but it's cute idc, literally soooo much cuteness, i recommend listening to the song it goes well with it!

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opening the bookstore door, you immediately walked towards the young adult section scouting for 2 new books you've wanted for a while, ‘the weight of blood’ and ‘my week with him.’ soft piano covers of pop music played on the store’s radio and when you bent down, you found both books in the same shelf which was very odd, but either way it was a very cool coicendence.

a semi-tall, blonde haired boy whistled around the store, trying to find the young adult section, and when he did, he did a ‘yes’ motion he hoped to find a book that would satisfy his best friend's taste, since her birthday was coming up, and abruptly stopped, noticing a beautiful girl bent down, examining the book she was holding. 

he couldn’t help but to stare at you. 

he admired your light blue flared leggings, which was his favorite color, that covered your snow covered uggs. matching sweatshirt with the same color, and your black, puffed northface jacket really sealed the look together. it was simple, yet armin was still infatuated with you, especially when you finally got up and and turned his way, letting him see your gorgeous face, “shit”

armin, feeling all flustered and nervous, looked the other way, but you caught him just before he turned and giggled, muttering along the lines with, “....he’s so cute…”

he looked at you once again, seeing you brush your ginger curls from your face, a small smile coated your face, “hm?” “oh-uh nothing! nothing,” you looked at the shelf infront of you, ‘admiring’ the books in your eye sight, hearing the mysterious yet cute blonde chuckle, “you sure, cause i think you just called me…cute? i mean, i’ve been called that many times,” armin cockily boasts, cussing to himself knowing he’s just acting like jean now.

“uhh…okay?” he noticed how your tone changed and saw you staring to walk off, “w-wait, i’m so sorry about that, i’m not u-usually cocky, it’s just my friend jean’s like that when getting girls and told me to try it out…but i see that’s not working on huh?” you stared at the boy for a good 10 seconds, then immediately cackled, “aww oh my god! yeah being cocky isn’t a good look for you, just be yourself.” he nodded and noticed how you suddenly didn’t wanna leave anymore,

“so…what’s your favorite type of book?” he motioned for you to walk around the store with him, “i’m more of a romance and thriller type of reader, specifically more drama and mystery types, what about you?” “i love romance books, and non-fiction books as well, no matter if it’s about plants, animals, sea life, people, you name it! i’ll read it.” you noticed the book choices in his hands, “ahh, well are you in more of a thriller mood this time?” 

“hm?” he looked at you in pure confusion. you nudge your head toward the books, “the choice of books in your hand?” “huh? ohhhh no, these are for my best friend mikasa. her birthday’s tomorrow and she’s gushed about these so yeah,” nodding slowly, you walked up to the register, letting the guy ring you up along with armin’s in the same ticket, “uhh-our books are separate-”

“no they’re not,” he swiped his card with quickness, “let me?” you backed up with ease, and when he was all done he put your 2 books in a different bag, following you out the doors “so….”

“so..also thank you for buying my books, you really didn’t have too,”

“it was my pleasure, besides wanna hangout?” “huh? you had a puzzled look on your face but inside you were screeching, “i wanna go out with you,” he smiled at your perplexed face, “you wanna go with me? why?”

“well yeah, duh! you're really cool and interesting and cute.” he winked which left you all smiley and such, “well where do you wanna go?”

“we could find a little spot around, maybe to just sit and talk to each other for a bit.” you looked down at your attire, then back at his face, “but i don’t look nice for us to hangout, i don't have on any makeup and i’m wearing my casual, in the house clothes,”

“i think you’re looking real pretty right now,” thinking to yourself, you thought of all the possibilities of what could go wrong, but armin wasn’t gonna wait around in this cold weather, “come on and follow me,” he walked down the strip with youe soft hand in his, while you were still in thought. 

 then suddenly, one major question finally popped up!

“you don’t even know my name, do ya?” 

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a/n: lowkey liked how i incorporated the lyrics like omggg but this is soooo adorable and soooo fucking short but i might make another part with another newjeans song, anyways bye!

No fair

You really know how to make me cry

When you gimme those ocean eyes

I'm scared

I've never fallen from quite this high

Fallin' into your ocean eyes

Those ocean eyes

Gojo satori|ciel Phantomhive|killua zoldyck|Naruto izumaki|langa hasekawa|Armin arlert|Violet|jean genshin| etc.

Masterlist | about me | rules

their favorite parts of the braiding process

summary: lmfao it’s just the title

genre | includes: headcanons, sfw, black reader, gn reader, established relationship

characters: eren jaeger, mikasa ackerman, armin arlert, sasha braus, jean kirschtein, connie springer, levi ackerman, hange zoe, erwin smith, historia reiss, ymir (not fritz), reiner braun, annie leonhardt, bertholdt hoover, marco bodt, miche zacharius, nanaba, zeke jaeger, yelena, onyankopon, pieck finger, porco galliard

author’s note: got my hair done a few days ago and i’ve been experiencing insane aot brainrot so here we are. ignore the way these got progressively longer lol. this was fun and i have some other ideas, maybe college won’t kill me before i post them. enjoy and lemme know what you think :)

the take down – you can’t really place them. they never want you to take your old hair out, but are all giggly with the scissors when you assert that it’s time. they can’t help it. even with all the build-up on your scalp, they think the return of your natural hair is something out of a fairy tale. they love the curl pattern left in your hair after weeks of being in braids and they love separating the braiding hair from your own. the scene stays the same: you’re on a pillow on the floor between their knees while a shitty hallmark romcom plays on the tv in front of you. both of you are armed with rattail and wide tooth combs, mentally preparing for all the shedding and breakage you’ll be brushing off the couch for the next few weeks. it’s routine at this point for them to jokingly hover the open scissors over the part of your braid where you know damn well your hair is and ask if they can cut from there. it’s also routine for the scissors to get snatched right out of their hands as you proceed to cut way below where your hair could logically be because “after all the time i spent fighting people in walmart for the mielle oil, i better have a natural 40 inch buss down under all this xpressions”. 

EREN, ymir, PIECK, zeke (cut your hair like an inch from the scalp while removing butterfly locs one time and, to this day, you’ve never seen someone more terrified), nanaba, YELENA, onyankopon

the wash – they’re probably more excited about your hair getting washed than you are. they miss giving you scalp massages without having 6 weeks worth of gel and leave in conditioner left under their nails. what they didn’t get was why it took so long. it probably sparked an argument because they never spend that much time washing their hair, so why do you? it wasn’t until you made them watch as you and your detangling brush fought with your curls under the stream of water and nearly blacked out from the heat that they realized why the water bill was so high. to save your aching arms (and hopefully some extra cash) they offered to wash your hair for you. they nearly waterboarded you the first time, but with practice, they got better.  now, nothing relaxes them more than lathering shampoo through your hair and occasionally spraying water in your face when you look too at peace. they buy you a salon wash basin for christmas so you both can stop crouching over the tub which is great, but where the fuck are you supposed to install it?

MIKASA, erwin, sasha, REINER (has the cutest smile when you sigh in response to him scratching that one spot on your scalp), hange, jean, annie, porco

the blowout – they don’t realize, especially if your hair is type 4, that detangling during the wash is only half the battle. it doesn’t matter how silky smooth it got in the shower, the second the blow dryer is out, it all goes to hell. i hope you’re not tenderheaded because the fight between them and your curls is long and painful. but it's a battle they refuse to let you fight. god forbid you try to blow out your own hair– they get sooo upset. which confuses you because the way they grumble under their breath while passing the comb attachment through your hair has you convinced they’re only doing it to work out some unresolved stress. the truth is, they just know you’ll forget to use heat protectant and wind up frying your hair. and they know how upset you get when you realize some of your roots didn’t get stretched. so they’ll (gently) muscle their way through the most stubborn tangles any day if it means getting to see you smile at how healthy your hair looks and how much it has grown since the last time you saw it like this. they love how your hair now floats around you. they don’t love how sore their arms are. “damn, no wonder you’re so strong.”

connie, PORCO, BERTHOLDT, armin, miche, MARCO (probably cries when the comb extension breaks in your hair)

the beauty supply runs – the simultaneously dull and fluorescent lighting casts an otherworldly glow over the aisles of gel, deep conditioner, kankelon hair, and wig glue. for some reason, there’s always a childlike gleam in their eye as they scan the wigs along the wall. you have to hold their hand every time so they don’t wander off. it’s not like the store is big–you could probably read each other’s lips while standing on opposite sides–but if given the freedom to roam, you’d be leaving $250 poorer than you planned for with bags full of stuff you absolutely don’t need. “babe we have matching bonnets, we don’t need them in zebra stripes too.” if you can convince them to stick with you, they’re snatching every bottle you pick up out of your hand. before you can even begin questioning them, they’ve already started reciting information about the ingredients of the products and why it isn’t good for your hair’s porosity. you can only stare dumbly as they hand you a better option to try because you have no idea when they would have had time to do any of this research. the favorite part of the trip for both of you is picking the color you’re doing next. the average passerby would think you’re trying to decide which wire to cut so you don’t detonate a bomb with how hard you both scrutinize the packs of color 30 and 350 in front of you (ginger is always your color)

HANGE, marco, mikasa, ONYANKOPON (will give you the dirtiest look if you so much as glance at a cantu product), pieck

the parting – this is the first step of the actual installation process that you involve them in. before they used to sit next to you on the couch as you did it all yourself, committing every movement your fingers made to memory and keeping you company. they would frown as you cursed your lack of ability to see perfectly behind your head and parted the same section over and over again. they wanted to offer help, they really did, they just didn’t trust themselves enough. so when you both started working from home and you didn’t care what your parts looked like, you let them try. it wasn’t perfect the first time, or the second. for about a month, you rock faux locs with a scalp that looks like the drawing on your fridge gifted to you by your 5 year old nephew, but that’s what beanies are for. rough start aside, they pick up on it quickly. they figure out how much gel you really need for your braids to look neat and don’t overdo it. wielding the comb with confidence, they cut through your hair like butter. soon they’re parting your hair into boxes, hearts, arches, diamonds, and whatever else you could imagine like moses did the red sea. “babe do you think it would look good if i make one of them look like my initials?”

ARMIN, eren, levi, ERWIN, ZEKE, historia (got really good really fast… hisu who do you fuck in the city when i’m not there?), bertholdt

the braid down – they’re in awe of the dexterity of your stylist's fingers as she adds pieces of braiding hair to your own and hardly looks down while nimbly braiding all the way to the ends. they sit through all your appointments–locs, press and curls, protein treatments, wig installs–but nothing fascinates them as much as the art of a simple braid. they ask all sorts of questions about what your stylist is doing and even start putting hair on the rack to make the process go smoother. they pay even more attention when you do it yourself because they aren’t worried about distracting anyone from doing their job. before long, they know almost everything there is to know about your braids except for how to do them. and they want to know so badly. the opportunity arises when you both relocate to a new city and all the “stylists” are charging $300+ for smedium mid-back knotless braids. you’d do it yourself, but you broke two fingers during the move-in process and aren’t skilled enough to work around it. you think you need to coach them through the process, but are pleasantly surprised when they get the grip right the first time and are halfway down by the time you’ve picked what movie trilogy you want to watch. turns out they’d been watching youtube videos and taking lessons from your old stylist so they could do it for you one day. at least that’s what they tell you, they really just like popping your head with the comb when you move from where they positioned it. “ow! stop pushing my head around” “keep your head still and i’ll think about it”

LEVI, yelena, YMIR (does the thing where she talks on the phone with it tucked in between her shoulder and her ear while braiding at top speed, like just put it on speaker), onyankopon, mikasa, armin, ANNIE

the finished product – they are NOT here for delayed gratification. they want to see your hair done and they want to see it now. they get more restless than you do and they’re not the one getting their thoughts and dreams braided for 5 hours. like why are they more upset about the infamous last braid that gets split into 4 more than you are? “man what the fuck are you so upset about? this is not your scalp??” it’s nice having them around regardless. whether or not they’re helping with the actual braiding, they’re your biggest supporter. they’ll grab you (and the stylist if you aren’t doing it yourself) mcdonalds, boil the water to seal your ends, oil your scalp, mousse your hair, trim the flyaways, sweep up the stray hair, etc. knowing how tired you are, all the time consuming clean up is their self-allotted duty. but once all of that is done, they get to do what they’ve been waiting for: admire you. without fail, the second you stand up they’re taking pictures from every angle, showering you with compliments (ginger really is your color), peppering your head with kisses, but most importantly, just looking at how beautiful you are. you outdo yourself every time and they tell you as much, even if it embarrasses you. 

HISTORIA, connie, pieck, hange, SASHA, reiner, JEAN (the heart eyes this man has for you…and don’t get me started on the sketches he makes of you with every new style you get. he is SO whipped)

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hey, what's your major again?

summary: my credible expert opinion on what the aot characters would study in university. what are my qualifications? the dozens of hours i’ve spent staring at my school’s program bulletin trying to figure out what i’m majoring in

genre | includes: headcanons, sfw, minor language, uninformed percy jackson reference (pls don't hate me if im wrong)

characters: eren jaeger, mikasa ackerman, armin arlert, sasha braus, jean kirschtein, connie springer, historia reiss, ymir, reiner braun, annie leonhardt

author’s note: had this in my drafts for months now. i just need to post it so it stops haunting me. might do the rest of the marleyans and vets in the future! lmk your thoughts, my only tumblr notifications are from p*rn bots, so i'd love to hear from real people lol. enjoy <3

eren: sociology and public policy, 4+1 program for a social work masters

there’s only so many times you can hear “you’re gonna be a doctor just like your dad” before you start to believe it. that’s why eren started out with biology on the premed track. the thing is, he really didn’t care for it. eren is really passionate about lessening equity gaps and is a firm believer in “if you want something done right, do it yourself”. this is why i see him making the switch to a double major in public policy and sociology. he wants to know about how society got to the point of perpetuating disparities so that he can fix them. but he also knows that the government fucking sucks and thinks its naive to expect policy change to be the only method of change. and like the maniac he is, eren is enrolled in a 4+1 program so he can get his master’s in social work when he’s done with his undergrad. he’s determined to graduate with both degrees in just 4 years though. rip his summers.

armin: international relations and military ethics, minor in communications or smth

everyone always says armin would study marine biology or oceanographic studies, but i honestly think that it’s a passion that he pursues on the side. he takes marine bio courses for his breadth requirements, but knows he’d end up hating the ocean if he spent the rest of his life studying it. he also strikes me as someone who would rather run buck naked into traffic than sit through multiple semesters of organic chemistry. armin was always a good public speaker, though, despite being a bit insecure. that’s why his speech and debate teacher during sophomore year of high school recommended model united nations to him. he was hooked after his first conference and now genuinely sees the path of international diplomacy as his calling. that’s why he’s majoring in international relations. his concentration in military ethics is something he tacks on in his junior year after taking some courses and publishing research with dr. erwin smith. he probably minors in communications because he can.

mikasa: forensic science

mikasa had no idea what she wanted to do when she started uni. she’s good at nearly everything. like never gotten a B in her life and is the student who the curve is based off of. but excelling in every environment you’re put in often means you don’t know what you’re best at. she knew deep down that she wanted to do something justice related like her childhood best friends did, but she’s no public speaker and has no interest in political reform. she was, however, emo in high school and heard a fair share of undertaker jokes at her expense. it wouldn’t hurt to look into right? as cool as the title sounds, morticians don’t make enough money for the job they have. fortunately enough, forensic pathologists do and mikasa looks good in a lab coat. she would never admit it to spare armin and eren’s feelings, but when they, as children, recreated the crime-solving shows mrs. jaeger always had on, mikasa always wanted to be the brains. so criminology and forensic science it is. (side note: she definitely joins the military and they pay for her education)

jean: structural engineering and industrial design with a minor in studio art

more than anything, jean wants to provide for his mom and knows he can’t guarantee a retirement of luxury for her as the freelance artist he wishes he could be. he’s decent at math when he tries and doesn’t hate physics, so he decided he’d give structural engineering a try for at least a semester or two. he wasn’t expecting to get much from it, to be honest. he had a plethora of backup plans waiting for his supposedly inevitable distaste for engineering, but he found that he didn’t hate it at all. someone once told jean that he had the makings of a great leader and he didn’t believe them until he started taking the lead on design projects and producing incredible results. his only qualm is that he just doesn’t get to be as creative as he wanted to be. that was easily rectified by an additional major in industrial design and a minor in studio art. he’s unbelievably busy, busier than he anticipated when he started his post-secondary journey, but he’s content and there’s nothing some extra coffee can’t solve. 

sasha: environmental science and sustainability

sasha spent her childhood ankle-deep in mud and fighting her way through forest thickets without a compass. an upbringing like that doesn’t leave your spirit, no matter how far into the city you go for school. so sasha’s always been passively passionate about the environment. that passiveness became significantly more prominent when part of the woods she grew up in was cleared out to build an industrial complex. it was then that she started researching and writing petitions about preserving wildlife and making environmentally conscious decisions. her work actually got her the scholarship she’s on (because god knows it wasn’t her grades). and she genuinely loves what she does, so why wouldn’t she keep learning about it? the environmental science and sustainability program at the school is small, but tight-knit and known for churning out changemakers. sasha knows she’ll be one of them one day. just hide your plastic straws from her, okay?

connie: computer science and chinese

stick with me here okay? everyone expects connie to be a douchebag marketing major whose hardest assignments are graphing functions and making posters on photoshop, but he’s a lot more invested in his education than he looks. don’t get me wrong, connie has always struggled academically, but that’s because so much of early education is pre-determined. he performed way better when he could choose what courses he took. it’s kind of like percy jackson being dyslexic in english because he was wired to read in greek. connie can’t keep his eyes on a history textbook for shit, but will gladly sit in front of the c++ code on his pc for hours. he doesn’t even get mad when he realizes that he was missing a semicolon. connie loves how versatile of a future he could have with a compsci degree, because, let’s be real, he could never survive in a typical office environment. definitely takes a bunch of chinese classes and doesn’t realize that he has enough credits for it to be a minor until his second to last semester.

historia: political science with a minor in international relations and child development

historia is a lot like eren in the sense that she knows her time is best spent doing hands-on work in the fields she cares about. she realizes this sometime after reconnecting with her estranged father and volunteering at the orphanage she grew up in. but now that she’s publicly associated with a powerful political figure, historia doesn’t get to do what she wants, only what is expected of her. that’s how she ends up on the pre-law political science and public policy route. the nickname “ms. president” that connie and sasha give her only further reminds her that she’s heading down a path she never wanted for herself. after lots of encouragement from ymir, historia decided to take child development courses on the side. even if she doesn’t take on the full minor, she’s taking some classes she cares about. maybe she’ll find use for it someday. at the very least, it’s her first step in becoming the most selfish girl in the world.

ymir: data science and business management

ymir is smart. much smarter than she presents herself to be, almost as a form of protection. nobody expects much of someone who is aloof, so it makes it easy to slip through the cracks to remain safe and comfortable in the shadows. business management is notoriously low commitment and easy to skate by with. guaranteed internships, post-graduate employment, and so on. To anyone who doesn’t know ymir well, it’s perfect. but they have her mistaken, ymir will do as little as possible to go as far as possible. sure, she can live comfortably with a business degree, but it could be better with a little bit of data science in her arsenal. she’s intelligent enough to pick up on it, and determined enough to make it her bitch. yeah, academia is a money-sucking pipeline into the capitalist hellscape, she doesn’t believe in it yada yada, but at the end of the day, ymir’s gonna get the bag. so what if she’s gotta sleep through some stats classes to get it?

reiner: behavioral economics

reiner’s mother had convinced him his whole life that getting a high paying job would fix their lives and bring his father back. believing “perfect grades lead to a perfect life” made high school tough for reiner; gifted kid burnout is no joke. it really messed him up. he wasn’t sure if he could withstand the pressures of university, but here he is. reiner was never allowed a therapist, so he figured pursuing psychology would, at the very least, give him some answers and be a good pathway to a medical degree. he loved getting to understand how people work and why they act the way they do, but something was missing. he found out what it was when a guest lecturer spoke in his economics class. he knew making the switch would be risky, it’s a new field and his current career options are really only research, academia, or government, but the interdisciplinary study of behavioral economics is calling reiner’s name. 

annie: biomedical engineering and kinesiology

annie’s entire life revolved around her father, including the injury he was never able to heal from. the one she gave him. he’s claimed to be over it, she’s forgiven, but annie will never feel like she’s earned that forgiveness until she gets rid of the problem entirely. how is she going to do that exactly? with biomedical engineering. she has years of hell in front of her, especially with her concentration on biomechanics, but she doesn’t care. annie will throw herself into her work to get the results she wants. she takes the highest amount of credits possible every semester so she can graduate early. you’ll most likely find her chained to a study cubicle at the library at all hours of the day and running on 2 hours of sleep, but it doesn’t faze her. she tacks on a minor in kinesiology because it makes sense and she had most of the credits for it anyway. and as if it couldn’t get worse, she probably TAs for a thermodynamics course or something crazy like that.

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Study Break (A.Arlert x Fem!Reader)

Warnings: Smut, praise, PillowPrincess!Reader, grinding(?)

Notes: So like, school, am I right? Also my physics class is kicking my ass right about now. If you want to send in a request for Kinktober or literally anything else feel free to do so!

Word Count: 1,410

It's been hours, going over different problems that all use the same method, sitting in the same position, and staring at the same beautiful face.

It started when I asked Armin if he could help me with the physics work, using the excuse of it being too confusing to understand when in reality I didn't really need the help. Just seeing him in class with that white button up shirt and how he folds the sleeves up to his elbow. His black dress pants which were accompanied by a black leather belt. He looked so pretty just sitting in class, too pretty to not kiss or touch. 

We sat on his bed, books and papers spread all over it. He sat near the headboard while I sat in front of him, on the opposite end. He looked so peaceful right now, his blue eyes fixed on a math problem, his pencil twirling in his hands. They were so pretty, soft and always cold. His fingers are thin and gentle to the touch. 

No matter what I'm doing I always seem to find myself admiring him, mainly his hands, but he's just so nice to look at, if I could I'd watch him all day. "So what'd you get for number 14?" He asked, snapping me out of my thoughts. "Oh um, 3.1×10¹³ micrograms." I responded, quickly looking down at my notebook. He nodded and smiled, "Do you really need the help? You seem to be doing fine." I gave him a confused look, "You've gotten everything right and I noticed you haven't actually been writing anything." 

"Oh, I just needed to make sure I had everything right.." I lied. He continued looking at me, studying me, "You want me here, but not for help. What is it?" I paused for a moment, thinking of what to say next.

"Exactly that. I want you here. For help." I said, leaning forward, sliding the books off of his bed. I look him in his eyes and glance at his lips, they're a light, soft shade of pink. Armin softly said "Oh" and smiled, he grabbed the side of my face and pulled me closer to his. I fully leaned in as well as Armin. His lips were soft and tasted like mint, it was a refreshing taste. His hands moved to my waist, pulling me on to him, my thighs on each side of his, and his hands squeezing my hips or anything he could grasp. 

I slowly moved my hips against him, already feeling how hard he is through his pants and I've barely even done anything to him. I let out a gasp as I felt his hips move with mine, Armin took this opportunity to slide his tongue in. He explored my mouth and tilted his head to the side to reach more, pulling me impossibly closer to him as he did. I moved my hands up his body, I kept one on the center of his chest and the other trailed up his neck and to the back of it. I tangled my fingers in his hair and slightly pulled on it.

He moaned in response and broke the kiss. Looking up at me he leaned into my neck and began kissing it, lightly brushing his teeth against my skin. He let out a shaky breath as my hips moved slightly faster. In the blink of an eye I was under him, and even now he's still as pretty as he was before. His face flushed, his lips sore, his shirt a little ruffled. 

"You're so pretty.." I mumbled to him, his already red face got darker than it was. "You too..look so pretty under me like this.." he smiled as he leaned down to kiss my neck, then my collarbone, and my chest, or at least what he could get. He stopped his movements and looked up at me, silently asking if he could remove my shirt, I nodded 'yes' and he did. Slowly, he pulled my shirt over my head and off of me, staring down at me he softly traced his fingers over every curve of my body. 

He continued to stare in awe before leaning down and pressing a kiss to each of my breasts. Moving down he got closer and closer to where I needed him most. He looked up at me once again, asking for permission, I nodded again, this time a little more needy than intended. Slowly sliding my pants off and tossing them to who knows where he continued kissing near my aching pussy. 

I never found Armin as a tease, especially with how he acts in school. He was always such a 'giving' person, never hesitant. But here he is kissing, biting and licking my inner thigh and continuously grazing his fingers over my clothed cunt. He moved back up, towards my underwear and hooked his fingers on the band, slowly sliding them down my legs and tossing them somewhere around his room. 

His fingers were cold against my slit, making me gain goosebumps all over my body and the feeling. Slowly he pushed a finger in, curling it and pressing it against my walls before taking it out and bringing it to his lips. Sucking on his finger, I watched as his eyes rolled back and he let out a moan. "You taste so good, princess." He whispered before lowering his body. 

He grabbed my legs and tossed them over his back and shoulders. He flattened his tongue and licked a stripe over my folds and slightly flicked my clit with the tip of his tongue. I let out a whimper at that feeling, Armin looked up at me and flicked my clit again, causing a more audible moan to escape my throat. He smiled and chuckled, going back down and lapping at my pussy. 

At first glance you wouldn't think someone like Armin would be so good at giving head, eating you out like he hasn't eaten in days. But he was amazing at it, like he's had experience. 

"Fuck..you're doing so good Armin.." I moaned, my fingers finding their way into his hair again, and tugging at the blonde locs. He hummed against me and continued lapping and sucking up all the juices. He slid a finger in and then two, thrusting them in and out of me as he came up and kissed me. I could taste myself on his tongue and I could feel how wet his chin is from how soaked I am. 

"You taste so fucking good, don't you agree?" He asked while curling his fingers and pressing them against my walls. My pussy clenched around him at the feeling, "Yes..fuck..Armin" 

He smiled at the sound of his name rolling off of my tongue so easily and naturally. "Do that again for me, beautiful. Let me hear that pretty voice, please." He pleaded. His fingers not stopping, not once as he went back down and started sucking on my clit and flicking it with his tongue.

My thighs clenched around his head as my stomach began to tighten. Armin pulled open my legs and kissed up my body and rubbed my clit with his thumb while his ring and middle fingers went to work. Burying his face in the crook of my neck as I became a whimpering and moaning mess in his ear. "Sound so good, baby. Such a pretty girl and a pretty voice.."

"I'm gonna cum, fuck.." I panted, "Go ahead, baby. You've been so good for me, you deserve it." He said, his fingers speeding up and my vision blurring from the tears that were about to spill at the sensation and the immense amount of pleasure I was feeling.

My legs tightened around him and his fingers kept moving, helping me ride out my high. My voice hoarse and my body sensitive to the touch. Armin pulled out his fingers causing me to let out a small whimper. He took a moment to look at them, gazing at his slender fingers coated with my cum. He brought them up to his lips and licked them clean. "Still taste just as good as when we started." He smiled.

"And you look just as good as the day I saw you in class." I sighed, standing up to find my clothes,

"If you ever need anymore 'help', give me a call, I'll gladly be at your service, beautiful."

being best friends with armin arlert headcanons

is- IS THIS AN AOT HC?? tbh i haven’t really done aot hcs before but IM IN AN AOT MOOD. gn!reader ofc

taking this into consideration, SOME POINTS MAY BE INACCURATE OR REPETITIVE AND I’M SORRY (literally say that every time) enjoy tho!

CW: some important spoilers so if you haven’t watched up to s3 don’t read! (unless you want to idk 😟) and hint at death. talking about killing titans. happy reading!

takes place in seasons 1-3

HEY THERE aRemEEn

you guys would meet at cadet corps. one night, you’d overhear him talking about the ocean with ereh and mikasan.

you’d lowk be amazed but think he’s crazy.

promises you he isn’t and rants about the ocean for ages.

after this, you guys would be really acquainted and hang out from time to time.

our buddy armin IS VERY SMART AND READS A LOT! he’ll always tell you all of the new information he’s learned and you’ll always be be down to listen.

“y/n!!! i was reading this book about (insert topic) and...”

if you also like reading, you’d take turns telling each other about your books (mini bookclub).

ofc, befriending armin includes befriending eremika.

mikasa likes to hang with you in the “talks a lot; listens” dynamic. where she’s the listens.

she’ll also help train with you!!

eren would tell you about how much he wants to kill the titans and why he hates them sm. he’d also ask about your techniques.

they like you tho.

armin will remember his grandpa and get sad sometimes and you will notice.

it’ll take him awhile to open up about that and what happened at shiganshina but once he does you’ll always be there for him when times like that happen.

when levi makes you brats guys clean you’ll do chores together.

armin is not very confident with himself and his strategies at times, so you have to be personal hypeman and be like “no❤️”

and vice versa. he thinks you’re so cool and you think he’s super awesome and smart. you can’t have each other doubting yourselves.

he’d share his tactics and thoughts with you for feedback.

when reiner and bertolto reveal they’re the colossal and armored titan you’re there to comfort him during that confusion and mix and jumble of emotions.

and then the whole pretending to be historia act our poor boy 😔.

he needs a break.

HIS HUGS ARE SO COMFORTING

like if you’re not feeling yourself he’ll notice like *snap* that. and give you a hug.

will listen if you wanna talk but if not he’ll just be there to get your mind off of it.

on free days, you guys will do picnics!

really great way to wind down and bond at the same time 😌

if he’s in town and sees a random object that reminds him of you he’d get it and show it to you.

when levi squad finally go to the ocean, everyone is speechless (obvs like in the scene)

while everyone is splashing around armin would be like

“i told you it was real” and get excited at all the things he finds that the book listed. (my wording is so bad i’m so sorry)

omg having a shell collection together

TO SUMMARIZE: armin loves sharing things with you, and is really happy he has another person in his life he cares about :D

aot masterlist

grief and heartache

pairing: Armin Arlert x Reader

Warnings: pregnancy, cheating. small font only for the disclaimers!

WC: 993

(A/N: did y'all ask for Armin angst? no? that's crazy.)

The waiting room is bland and minimally decorated, but just colorful enough to keep your interest. There’s a TV playing the news, and the receptionist has been answering several calls back to back. Lots of people must be expecting around this time, you muse.

Armin hasn’t responded to any of your recent messages. You asked him to come with you to your doctor’s appointment, but he brushed you off with a simple “busy rn, but I will next time.” You didn’t think much of it. Coming up on both of your final years in college has been extremely busy, and you’ve only been able to see him infrequently. Mostly in your dorm, only a few quickies before you two went days again without speaking.

There isn’t a label on your relationship with Armin. You think of it as a friends-with-benefits deal, since otherwise you’d officially be his first girlfriend. Armin has always been shy, so the idea of commitment is likely the last thing on his mind.

You shift uncomfortably in your seat. The couple that came in before you are called in next, and your heart hammers in your chest.

He doesn’t know that you’re pregnant, and you’ve been too afraid to confront that fact yourself, either. You tried to dismiss your symptoms as anxiety coming up due to finals and your daunting capstone paper, but as days melded into weeks and after several positive pregnancy tests later, you worked up the courage to book your first appointment. You only hope you can also work up the courage to tell Armin.

What will he think? How will he react? Armin overthinks things at the best of times; what if this distracts him from his work? Should you wait until finals are over?

You hear a door open down the hall. A doctor is wishing someone well, presumably as they prepare to leave, and you take a deep breath. You can worry about Armin later. Right now, you have to figure out how you’re going to manage a pregnancy with—

You hear a familiar woman’s voice call your name, and immediately your head shoots up.

“Annie?”

She waves at you, a bit awkwardly, as she shuffles on her feet. You haven’t seen her in a while, and immediately your eyes are drawn to the sizable bump on her belly and your jaw drops. Annie’s pregnant too? How? Since when?

You wouldn’t say the two of you were the closest of friends, but throughout your freshman year Annie has been your study partner before your courses diverged. You saw her around campus occasionally and would text on and off, but that was about it.

You want to ask so many questions. How far along is she? Is she with Bertholdt still? How was she feeling?

All of your questions die in your throat when you see Armin round the corner shortly afterwards, followed by the doctor, and loop an arm around her waist. When you two make eye contact, you watch panic spread across his face before it quickly morphs into an icy glare. Behind Annie, he gives a quick, but telling, shake of his head.

Keep your fucking mouth shut.

Busy. He was “busy”. You think about all the times Armin blew you off under the guise of being “busy”. You think about how, in hindsight, you guys only met up for brief, half-assed “dates” and a hookup. You think about how adamant he was about just hanging out with you, about not wanting to introduce you to his friends. He fed you the excuse of them being “loud” and dropped it.

(You find out later it’s because his friends don’t like you. You, the “crazy clingy girl” that’s been harassing poor little Armin and incessantly bothering him after you two briefly met in just one class. You, the girl that’s been trying to coerce him into a relationship despite his numerous rejections of you. You, the girl that’s been trying to get close to his friends just to keep tabs on Armin as a way of tracking his every movement.

You met Eren once by accident. You politely greeted him while passing by at the grocery store. If looks could kill, the glare he leveled at you would’ve turned you into ash.)

Annie looks uncomfortable, giving you a wary stare as the doctor takes ages to say goodbye and finally lets them go.

Your stomach is turning inside out. Your eyes are burning, and you feel like you can’t breathe. You’re acutely aware of their presence as they leave the doctor’s office.

(Do they know about all the times Armin’s told you he loved you? Do they know that you were his first sexual partner, that you showed him the proper way to put on a condom—not that it does you any favors now. Do they know about all the times you’ve had him at your dorm after he was dragged to a long night out with his friends?)

Your mother used to say processing grief and heartbreak had the same steps. You’re sure, in a day or so, you’ll be teeming with rage. You’re sure the image of Armin fucking Arlert, of all people, will make you see red. You’re sure that the thought of that scrawny fucking nerd making you look like a fucking idiot will make you want to destroy a building.

But right now, you’re crumbling. You can’t see two feet in front of you through the fat tears flooding your eyes right now. You can’t hear past your heartbeat hammering in your chest. If you stand up now, you don’t think your legs will be able to support you.

You finally hear the receptionist, loud and a bit impatient, call your name again. “Excuse me? The doctor is ready to see you!”

The room must be ready. The same one Armin and Annie walked out of. Together. A couple.

You stand. 

Your legs give out.

You wail.

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Important to me | Levi Ackerman

Sumarry: The fear of losing Y/n makes Levi finally declare himself.

Pairing: Levi Ackerman X Squad leader!Reader | Word count: 1.158

English is not my first language, so I’m sorry for any mistakes. / Gif is not mine, I found it on Pinterest

"What happened there?" Levi says entering Y/n’s office.

"What do you mean? it was great!" Y/n says smiling and finishing packing the papers he needed.

"Do you think your near-death was great?" Levi says closing the door behind him, and crossing his arms.

"Look Levi, I almost died you’re right, but no cadets in my squad were killed! you can’t imagine how happy that makes me." Y/n says smiling, while leaning on the back of the chair with her eyes closed.

"But what about your fucking life?" Levi says raising his voice.

"It’s my duty as a squad leader to protect my cadets and do what I can to keep them alive, even if it costs my life." Y/n says straightening up in his chair, and looking at Levi with a steady gaze.

"Stop, I don’t want to hear this anymore." Levi says approaching the table.

"I’ve been talking to them lately, Levi they all have fathers, mothers, brothers and people who love them so much." Y/n says with a sad smile.

Levi couldn’t believe what he was hearing, she, the love of his life, the person who was always there for him, had just said that her life was the least important thing there, I mean, he never made her feel loved.

"Alright, today was a beautiful day and I’m starving, shall we eat?" Y/n says walking past Levi going to the door, but before opens.

Levi sighed sadly, but followed Y/n to the cafeteria, and during lunch, Levi could only think that Y/n wouldn't be there, she would never know the importance she has in his life, even when she always showed affection and concern by him.

He looked at her sadly, seeing her laughing with Hange, he looked at the cadets at other tables and could see the admiring gaze looking at her

"What is she talking about? Everyone here would die inside if she died." Levi thought.

"Big day guys, get some rest, you deserve it." Erwin says getting up from the table and leaving.

"I still have some paperwork to finish, I'm going too." Y/n says getting up too.

"I'll go with you." Levi says getting up, and going with Y/n side by side to his office.

Levi went to his office, and took the papers he needed going to Y/n's office, this was nothing new for them, often so they wouldn't be alone, one would go to each other's office to keep each other company while they finished the work.

Levi was sitting in a chair leaning against Y/n's desk, he had so much work to do, but he could only think and look at Y/n, he had so many things to say to her, so much love to give her, Levi always he tried to convince himself he had time to confess, but after seeing her almost die in front of him, after hearing the hurtful words she said, Levi realized he shouldn't waste another second of their lives.

"I was worried about you." Levi said suddenly, causing Y/n to look at him with a smile on her face.

"You don't have to worry about me Levi." She says normal making Levi almost freak out

"She doesn't understand what I mean." He thinks.

"You said before that the cadets would be missed, but if you died, you would be missed here more than all of us put together" Levi says and sees Y/n's smile slowly diminish.

"Well...I'm sure if I die, they'll find another great squad leader to replace me." Y/n says going back to signing the papers and Levi is seconds away from grabbing her and making her see how special she is.

"Fuck Y/n, you don't understand." Levi says raising his voice a little, but before Y/n can question, someone knocks on the door.

"You must be kidding." Levi thinks when he hears Y/n yell 'come in' and Eren slowly open the door.

"What happened Eren?" Y/n asks.

"Captain Y/n, Captain Hange is looking for you." Eren says looking at Levi, who is turned around in his chair, facing Eren.

"Well, tell her I'll be right back, thanks Eren." Y/n says already getting up, and Eren closes the door.

"I'll see what Hange wants, so let's talk later." Y/n says smiling and walking past Levi once more, but he's had enough, he won't wait any longer.

"I love you." Levi says still with his back to Y/n, she freezes and looks at him in surprise.

"What did you say?" She asks turning to him.

"I love you, I love you more than myself, so tell me Y/n, what am I going to do if you die?" Levi says turning to Y/n who is still in shock looking at him.

"Today when you almost died, I felt my world fall apart, I can’t live without you Y/n, I can’t." Levi says looking into Y/n’s eyes.

"Levi…"

He gets up from his chair, and walks over to Y/n who is frozen in place.

"Who will I talk to if you die? Who will help me take care of the brats? Who will give me a smile enough to brighten my day? You said they'll easily replace you if you die, but no one can replace you in mine heart Y/n, nobody." Levi says carefully taking Y/n's hand, and gently kissing the back of his hand.

Y/n feels your eyes water and a lump in your throat

"I'm also so afraid of losing you Levi, I don't want to lose you." Y/n says putting his other hand on Levi's cheek, who closes his eyes feeling Y/n's touch.

"Come here." Levi says pulling Y/n into a hug, she squeezes his shoulders, and hides her face in Levi's neck, and he hugs her waist, God, they needed this so much.

"I love you too" She says in his ear, and Levi closes his eyes.

"Let's promise we'll always get back to each other, do you promise?" Levi says pulling away a little, and taking Y/n's face with both hands.

"I promise" Y/n says with a soft smile on her face.

"You promise?" She asks, and gives Levi a kiss on the cheek.

"I promise" Levi gives a slight smile and approaches her face and giving a little kiss on her lips, it was a gentle and affectionate kiss, which conveyed all the love and affection and one felt for the other.

Well, it’s great to have someone to come back to isn’t it?

PROMPT LIST

* Requests are always open, so feel free to ask me anything."

* Please feel free to choose many prompts.

* I think I'll still put more prompts here, I'm still thinking lol.

CHARACTERS |

"I'm so crazy about you."

"It has always been you"

"Please trust me"

"I do not want to lose you"

"Can you please get out of my head?"

"Your hair smells so good"

"Has anyone ever told you that your eyes are beautiful?"

"I did it for you, for us."

"I don't think I've ever seen someone so beautiful in my entire life"

"I don't think I've ever been so in love"

"When are you going to understand that I don't want anyone else?"

"I just want you to come home"

"Please talk to me"

"Maybe if you kissed me I wouldn't be being so annoying right now"

"Do you trust me?" "Certainly not!"

"Please don't die"

"what you want?" I want you to be happy"

"I thought we were already married"

"I want to be here with you"

"I'll keep loving you for the rest of my life"

"Are you already in love with me now?"

"Keep talking"

"You don't have to prove anything to anyone"

"I'll give you three seconds to let go of her arm."

"You are my home"

"Without you, I wouldn't even be here anymore"

"Get on my back"

"My heart is racing and it’s your fault."

"I won't leave here without you"

"Stop that mesmerizing smile"

"Let me love you"

"If you were me, you'd understand why I'm so in love with you"

"I need you to carry on for me"

"Let me take you home"

"I'm not a baby!" "You are my baby"

"I want you and only you."

"Let's get out of here immediately"

"What did he do to you?" "Didn't you see him looking at you?"

"Your smile still mesmerizes me."

"If you don't stop talking now, I'm going to kiss you."

"I hate you so much" "No, you love me."

"I think you underestimate yourself too much"

"I came here just to see you and you don't want to talk to me?"

"Do you come here just to watch me study?" "I wanted a kiss too, but that'll do too."

"There is no me without you"

"Could you give me one more chance?"

"I think I'm going to die if you don't kiss me now."

"I can already imagine our children"

"I don't want her/he I want you!"

"You only bring me confusion." "Your life before me was boring anyway"

"Don't make me go there"

"You’re not going to leave me alone, are you?" "Not."

"You're not okay, stop lying"

"Come on, I’m not that bad."

"I really want to-" "Kiss me do you want to kiss me?" "I wasn't going to say that..."

"Can I hold your hand?"

"Do you need to stop" "From loving you? Not really"

"Do you want a hug?"

"I would do anything for you"

"Please don't cry"

"I don't think I've ever seen anyone so beautiful"

"I'll hit you" "I'd like to see you try"

"Have you finally realized that we're perfect together?"

"Your mouth is so... kissable"

"Could you smile for me?"

"I'm begging you, don't go with him."

"Want to give me a heart attack?"

"What do you want? my heart? because know that it is already yours"

"Do not look at me like that"

"You need to relax a little"

"Just come lie here with me"

"I can't believe I hated you before" "Tru- wait what?"

"I can't decide if I love you or hate you"

"I think I'm sick"

"You don't need to change anything"

"Am I talking too much?" "No I love it"

"I so wish you were here right now"

"Stop telling people we're dating!"

"Why are you hitting me?"

"Can you please get out of my thoughts?"

"What you want?" "I want you!"

"Think at least once of yourself"

"You save me everyday"

"Admit it, you care about me"

"You never left me alone, and now you will never be alone again"

"You are awesome."

"I think your heart is mine now" "It was always yours"

"Get on my back"

"Wow, being without you sucks"

"Who is the wretch who is taking away your peace?" "Is that you!"

"You are trying to seduce me?" "It’s working?"

"We’re together now, right?"

"Lucky for you I'm completely in love with you"

"I'd like to kill depression for making you feel this way"

"If you lay a finger on her I'll kill you"

"I want you to stop charging yourself so much, okay?"

"I'm not important" "How can you say that? you are my world!"

"Come be alone with me"

"Do you want to scare me to death?"

"Let's work this out together"

"Maybe I'm the love of your life"

"Do you want a-" "A kiss? Yes I do"

"Hit me, yell at me but please don't leave"

"Let me love you until you love yourself"

"Your head must be exploding with thoughts isn't it"

"Why can't you see how special you are?"

"Nobody compares to you."

"You lied to me!"

"Why do you always blush when I'm around?"

"We're getting married one day"

"Shall we go get some ice cream?"

"Stop letting others affect you like that"

"If I kiss you now, will you hit me?"

"It is impossible to hate you."

"Let's do something together"

"You're trying to see me without a shirt aren't you?"

"You are stalking me?" "Not?"

"Are you sad, do I need to hit someone?"

"I couldn't live without you"

"Am I bothering you?" "You could never bother me"

AOT MASTERLIST

PROMPT LIST

LEVI

Important to me - The fear of losing Y/n makes Levi finally declare himself.

First i love you - You and Levi saying your first 'I love you' to each other

You have me - Levi can't stand to see Y/n torture himself like this anymore.

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EREN

"Get on my back" Prompt's 26 and 27

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So, maybe you don't even remember me anymore, but after a few months I want to start writing again, soooo I'm opening requests for you.

You can ask me for anyone you imagine from:

NARUTO

JUJUTSU KAISEN

BOKU NO HERO

AOT

TOKYO REVENGERS

SK8

Among other babies, use your imagination, and let's go!

About me:

Danny | 20 | Brazilian | She/her | aspiring writer |

Good reading! Hope you like | Requests are open!

MASTERLIST

PROMPT LIST

NARUTO

Characters I write; Naruto, Sasuke, Gaara, Kiba, Neji, Genma, Kankuro and Shikamaru.

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BOKU NO HERO

Characters I write; Bakugou, Todoroki, Kirishima and Kaminari, Aizawa.

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ATTACK ON TITAN

Characters I write; Levi, Eren, Jean and Armin.

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TOKYO REVENGERS

Characters I write; Mikey, Draken, Baji, Mitsuya, Hanma, Chifuyu and Takemichi, Ran Haitani, Rindou Haitani, Sanzu.

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• JUJUTSU KAISEN ( Very soon! )

Characters I write; Gojo, Megumi, Itadori and Nanami.

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HAIKYUU!! ( Very soon! )

Characters I write; Just everyone lol

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