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torasplanet · 5 months

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❝𝙃𝙀𝙇𝙇𝘾𝘼𝙏 𝙎𝙍𝙏.ᐟ❞

A. ARLERT, C. SPRINGER, E. YEAGER + GN/AFAB. READER

𝙨𝙪𝙢𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙮 ; your plug!bf lovesss taking you for rides in his hellcat;)

𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨 ; smut, gn!reader for armin and eren, afab!reader for connie, car sex, oral (m!receiving/armin), backshots(eren), p in v(connie), petnames (baby, slut, bae), cheating (armin), homewrecker!armin coffee addict!eren, drug dealing, praise, light degradation, can you tell armin's my fav? reader kinda has a bit of a tummy in connie's, belly bulging(connie) skin color not mentioned

A. ARLERT

Armin loved having you ride with him and you loved it too. You loved it even more after getting out of a rough argument with your boyfriend because being with him just made everything so much more amazing!

So when Armin texted you asking if you wanted to come to ride with him a day after you argued with your pathetic excuse of your boyfriend leaving you all sad because he nearly hit you, of course you agreed even though you knew what he was going to do.

You've gone on so many rides with Armin while he was dealing and doing shit that he even thought of getting your name stitched on that passenger seat.

He might as well get it stitched on the backseat too because everyyy ride, you seem to make your way back there with him going back with you.

"Fuck..." Armin groaned loudly as he threw his head back against the soft black seats of the Hellcat, it was a drastic difference from the Frostbite exterior that you adored. His hand tangled in your hair as you looked up at him mouth full of cock and your nose buried into his surprisingly curly blonde pubes.

You blinked up at him almost wanting to smile at his face full of pleasure "I love you so much, baby." Armin moaned out his back arching slightly as your hands that were sat on his knees slid up his denim jeans and rested on his thighs. It was a little crazy for him to be moaning that so loud when he was supposed to be waiting for a customer to meet him here.

How could he control himself when your head was just so fucking amazing?

You brought a hand to grip him as you pulled your mouth off smiling up at him "Wanna kiss." You muttered as Armin looked down at you a smile forming on his face, he grabbed your jaw and leaned down before pressing his lips to yours sloppily as you continued to jerk him off. Unlike your stupid boyfriend, Armin had no problem giving you anything you wanted and not like material things. (though he does do that too.)

Armin didn't care if he was around his customers, friends, or whatever, if you wanted a kiss, you'd get one. The deepest kiss anyone's ever seen actually. Shit, if you wanted to drag him away for maybe a quickie or because you just can't help but want his cock in your mouth, he'd allow it. Dropping a whole conversation just to satisfy you.

This is why when a customer was taking wayyyy too long and said that his friend was gonna come pick it up for him, he let you climb into that backseat and give him head when you asked if he wanted some.

"Love you s'much." You blubbered breaking the kiss before putting your head right back down on him your swollen lips wrapping around his cock once more "Shittt! You're my best slut baby...ugh." The blonde said grabbing the handle of the door that was luckily locked because if it wasn't, everyone would've seen his best baby.

Too bad that was cut short with a knock at his tinted window "Hold on baby." Armin said with a groan turning to the door as did you taking your mouth off him as you shoved him back into his PSD boxers "Hand me my shit, will you?" The blue-eyed male asked you a little pissed off because he didn't get to cum while looking back down and you happily nodded.

Reaching back and grabbing the little baggies that sat in the driver's seat before handing it to him. Armin rolled down the window and there he was.

Your boyfriend standing there looking down at the scene in front of him his gaze going from you to Armin back and forth as you plucked one of Armin's pubes from your tongue "What the fuck?" He cursed frowning down at you and Armin. Guess he must've been that friend.

"So I take it you don't want your shit anymore?"

E. YEAGER

Eren felt just horrible.

He woke you up on his way out to get his morning coffee because he sucked at making coffee and he had customers later today so there was no way he could get through that without coffee. You knew this and knew how he'd try and sneak out without waking you up because he knew how much you hated waking up early and how you would insist on going with him because you didn't want to be alone.

So you were in the car with him still in your pajamas practically falling asleep in the passenger seat and he just felt horrible for that so he decided to make a little detour to give you a small pick-me-up.

Eren's hands gripped your hips harshly as his hips snapped into yours repeatedly as you moaned loudly "Unh! 'Ren!" You sputtered loudly your hands running down the tinted window looking for something to grip. Shit you were even going to grab onto the seatbelt, you were that desperate.

It was just so good, that you needed something to grab onto or bite onto.

"Still tired baby?" Eren asked as he leaned closer his chest pressing against your back as his cold hand trailed from your hip to up your shirt grouping gently as your back arched from the sudden coldness on your nipple.

You hated it when he was teasing you. Of course, you weren't tired. Not with his cold hands wandering all over your body and his hips continuously snapping into yours with noises of him sliding in and out echoing throughout the car.

You turned your head back to gaze at your boyfriend but with an especially hard thrust, your cheek pressed against the window "Ow! Eren!" You whined looking back at your long-haired boyfriend, he let out a small smile before pressing a small kiss on the nape of your neck.

"Sorry baby," Eren muttered trailing kisses from down your nape to down your spine, and his thrusts slowed a bit. Eren's apology was empty and meaningless, he probably meant to do it just to see the pout on your face.

Such a meanie.

The tickling of his wet kisses made a giggle escape your lips through moans and whines.

You looked down not wanting to soil the pitch-black seats, this car was so expensive...probably worth more than your entire life but Eren clearly didn't care from how he'd initiate shit like this almost every time you hopped in that car.

You didn't understand that. There'd always be a white stain on these seats and he looked like he didn't have a care in the world but oh let any of his customers touch that Octane Red paint on his car and all hell would break loose.

Guess you were just different huh? Special even. "You still need coffee or is this enough huh?"

C. SPRINGER

Connie absolutely adored you.

You were pretty, smart, and such a good fuck.

Soooo it was only right that he celebrated you getting a 100% on a test you've been studying for forever by giving you the best present ever right in the back of his hellcat<3

You were so pretty moaning under him laid out in the backseat, your face twisted with pleasure, sweat beads rolling down your forehead and drool dropping down from your lips to your chin from your mouth that refused to close and just kept spilling out more and more whines and moans.

Connie ran his hand down from your throat and to your bare stomach resting it there before pushing down gently earning a yelp from you. You couldn't even think straight, you'd used up all your brains on that test, and the little that was left, Connie was busy fucking it all out.

His strong smell of weed and cologne filled your nostrils along with the amazing and clean smell of his car, it just made everything more pleasurable for you.

"Look at me, bae." Connie cooed pressing down on your stomach again making your eyes shoot open and another loud whine escape from your throat.

"M' sorry!" You blabbered out your head nearly hitting the door over and over with Connie's thrusts, Connie's hand went to your face comfortingly "Don't apologize baby. Just wanna see yo' pretty eyes." The springer boy said with a reassuring smile on his face leaning down to press a kiss on the tip of your nose.

A small laugh escaped your lips from the tickling feeling as you gazed up at your boyfriend with such adoration and desire in your eyes as your hands came to hold onto the back of his neck "When we get home I'll give you more." Thoughts of what Connie could do popped into your head continuously as a smile formed on your face.

He could eat you out maybe? Maybe let you ride him? There were so many things he could do when this was over and he drove you two home.

Connie was a freak. There was no doubt about that, he liked some shit you'd never even heard of before you met him and was down for anything and everything which only made the possibilities of what he could do endless.

Connie leaned forward kissing you passionately as his thrusts got sloppier and harder. Your tongues fighting for dominance with his winning almost instantly earning a small chuckle from him but it stopped just as soon as it started as the kiss got deeper.

He was stealing the breaths from you with every thrust.

"Next time you get an A, we'll do it anywhere you want."

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nana-au · 3 days

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Best Friend Activities

Eren + Armin + You - MDNI

₊˚ପ⊹ Summary: Armin is a virgin and Eren enlists you to help out his best friend. Why is he watching? To make sure he’s doing a good job, of course.

(Dom!Eren, Virgin!Armin, Sub!Reader)

₊˚ପ⊹ an: Eren brings out something feral within me. I'm so sorry. Not proofread!!!

₊˚ପ⊹ wc: 3.2k

₊˚ପ⊹ Warnings: mmf pairing, threesome, slight manipulation, breeding/pregnancy kink, mentions of public sex, f receiving! oral, p in v (no protection <3)

𓂃⊹ ִֶָ

Eren Jaeger was so skilled when it came to getting you all wrapped up in his dangerous plans. There was one time he convinced you to skip class to see a movie. Or another time when you two snuck into a bar before your 21st birthday. It made you blush, but you often thought about the time he fingered you in your college’s library a week before finals. His mouth open and hot against yours as you tried to breathe through the pleasure. His fingers sliding in and out, creating the lewdest noise as he shamed your wet pussy for being so loud - Every day with him was eventful to say the least. It shouldn’t have shocked you when Eren tracked you down on your way to class one day with the news of his next venture. He was a good boyfriend, allowing you time to think about it during your geology lecture.

Armin Arlert - Eren’s childhood best friend. Your face felt hot as the professor droned about naturally occurring crystal formations, you weren’t entirely convinced it was English he was speaking - you were that out of it. Armin. Armin. Armin. Your brain chanted. You were used to Eren’s ideas of a good time but this? This was new.

“I can’t let my best friend graduate college as a virgin! You understand right?” He had that smooth yet exasperated tone while explaining the dilemma. “You’re like nothing I’ve ever had,” he gave you his puppy dog eyes, “You’re the only one I trust to help my best friend with this,” He made it sound so nonchalant, like everyone fucks their boyfriend’s best friend. He noticed your hesitance as you breached the doors of your school’s science department, stopping you before your classroom door. “I’ve never led you down the wrong path, have I?”

You bit your lip, his final words echoing in your mind. He was always so selfless, putting himself before others. He was offering up his girlfriend to make sure his friend’s first time was a positive experience. How could you be the one to cut his streak of charitability short?

𓂃⊹ ִֶָ

Throughout the day you felt more and more positive about what was going to happen - that was until you were in Eren’s bedroom with Armin at the edge of his bed. The blonde was fidgeting with his hands, you could tell he was just as unsure as you were.

“Are you sure you’re okay with this, Eren?” He asked him, giving him the option to back out. He would be lying if he wasn’t interested in you - hell, the whole school was. It seemed to be a weekly occurrence where Eren had to protect you from another man’s attention - it was nerve-wracking how Eren was so nonchalant about sharing you with him now.

“I’m Positive, ‘Min,” his smile was soft and sincere. Armin couldn’t hide the shiver that wracked across his spine. “You don’t mind, right Armin?” he shook his head fervently to Eren, biting down on his bottom lip as he searched for the right words. “I just recalled our talk way back when,” Eren was leaning back against his dresser, arms crossed and demeanor overtaken by cockiness as he continued, “When we first met her?” he spoke like you weren’t there. You were still by the door, rubbing your arms to soothe yourself from your nerves. Your eyebrows quirked at his mention of you, looking at Armin whose face grew even redder. “Do you remember, ‘Min?”

“Y-Yeah,” his voice quivers and his eyes won't move from a spot on the ground.

“What talk?” you speak up. Eren finally turns to you, his teeth peaking out of his smirk.

“Armin, do you want to tell her?” The blonde is speechless, you can see a light sheen of sweat on his features as he looks up to Eren. He shakes his head again, you can almost feel the anxiety that radiates off of him. “It’s okay, she’s here isn’t she? She won’t laugh. Right? You won’t laugh?” he addresses you and you’re forced to agree to soothe Armin. “Go on ‘Min,” he assures him. You move towards him, feeling on edge seeing someone you knew so well be so nervous. He won’t meet your eyes so you chose to sit next to him, putting your hand on his back.

“It’s okay,” you promise him. Silence follows your words and after a couple of minutes Eren decides to put an end to his misery.

“’s really no big deal, he just wanted to fuck you,” you can feel Armin’s body jump from the vulgar choice of words. He wouldn’t have put it so harshly. Before you and Eren were official, Armin had said he wouldn’t mind getting to know you better. He may have also mentioned you were the first girl he ever really felt sexual feelings for. But, again, that was before you and Eren. In this moment, with Eren teasing him and you trying to comfort him, jumping out of the window didn’t sound like a terrible idea.

“I-I mentioned that you were really pretty,” he was trying so desperately to recover but the taller boy would never allow it.

“It’s okay Armin- she doesn’t mind. Seriously,” You nodded along to Eren’s words, starting to feel a little flushed yourself. “You want to fuck him now, right?” you now were on the hot seat, enduring his questioning.

“I agreed to help with his p-problem,” you were even beginning to stutter too. God what was Eren going to do with the two of you? He hovered over your figures on the edge of his bed, watching his best friend and girlfriend squirm at his words.

“Then don’t let me stop you,” You couldn’t move at first, unsure as to what you should even do. He chuckled and reached his hand up your skirt. “Do you need some help getting ready?” his finger looped into your panties and pulled them down to your thighs. You could feel his slender digit nudge your entrance. You hissed at what he found. “Armin, she’s already wet for you,” he laughs incredulously. The blonde finally finds it in himself to move, shifting his body to get a better look. Eren grabs the top of your skirt, pulling it up to your stomach so you were on full display to his friend. He looked shocked. Maybe excited? You were too busy trying not to close your legs at the intrusion to get a good read. “Go ahead, feel,” Eren invites him. He’s hesitant at first, meeting your eyes to make sure it was ok with you. You meekly nod before feeling his cold finger against you. He looks surprised, feeling your slickness on his finger. He nudges the tip of his index against your entrance, probing the velvety skin. “Put it inside,” Eren encourages and you don’t even wait for Armin to check if it’s ok before you are nodding enthusiastically. His soft digit glides into your pussy and he watches, mesmerized by the image in front of him. He can feel the ridges of your walls against his finger and he definitely feels you squeeze around him.

“Fuck,” he murmurs. He pulls it all the way out, watching the way your arousal trails to his finger. Your eyes are wide as you watch him fall in love with your pussy, and Eren pets your head muttering to himself. You’re such a good girl, letting him explore you. He knew you would be perfect for the job.

“Do you see her clit?” he asks his friend. “Girls really like it when you play with that,” he advises him. Armin moves his finger up to your clit and your body jolts at sudden harsh feeling. “Rub it gently. In circles.” and Armin obeys. You feel your pussy clench around nothing, incredibly aroused by Armin’s intense interest in your intimate areas. His face was not unsimilar to how it looks when he studies; His brows furrowed in concentration and his jaw was slightly clenched. He wasn’t meeting your gaze, too transfixed on what was happening below. You let out a small mewl, his finger barely ghosting on your clit making it hard to think.

“What should I do next?” Armin asks Eren.

“What do you want to do next?”

“I want to eat her pussy,”

𓂃⊹ ִֶָ

You were now at the top of the bed with your head underneath a pillow and your pussy enduring Eren’s lesson. He taught him how to swirl his tongue on your clit, how to delve the muscle into your entrance, and that you loved being teased with kitten licks. It felt almost professional the way they talked about your pussy - like you weren’t there. Like it wasn’t attached to you and you weren’t actively moaning at each flick of Armin’s tongue. Eren held down your thighs to keep you from squishing Armin’s head between them, still guiding him on what to do. “Use your finger on her clit again,” he instructed and your legs shivered. His tongue was keeping a steady rhythm in and out of you while his thumb reached up to rub delicious circles on your bundle of nerves. Eren looked proud watching him make you fall apart. “Keep going Armin, she’s gonna cum.” He picked the pace up, and consequently your hips started to rise off the bed. Armin’s face had your pleasure smeared across it as you bucked and pushed your pussy further against his mouth. You were losing control, begging Armin to go faster. “You want Armin to make you cum?” Eren asks you and you cry out a yes. “Armin is making you feel good baby?” and again you are saying yes.

“Yes, yesss. Mmm. I’m gon’ cum,'' you announce and Eren watches as you fall apart with his friend’s face attached to your pussy. When you come down and after a few more gentle licks, Armin’s head pops out from between your legs and he looks dazed. His lower face glistens with your fluid and his mouth heaves trying to take in much needed breaths. He barely gives himself time to process before he’s already wanting to be inside of you.

“Is that ok, Eren?” he asks, even though he’s not sure what he would do if the answer was no. Eren nods, but adjusts your position to be on top of him. He has you propped against his chest as he sits up against the headboard. The dizziness of making you cum fades once he realizes what he’s about to do, growing unsure of himself.

“What’s wrong?” Eren inquires and Armin can’t hold back a blush. Scratching the back of his head, he stares down at the two of you. “Look at her Armin, she wants you too,” and he’s right. You are squirming on top of Eren, your body anticipating what was about to come. Eren makes a show of grabbing your tits still under your shirt. He tweaks at the nipple, keeping his gaze on his friend.

“You won’t be mad?” It was a silly question to ask after he ate you out like a starving man, but he couldn’t help it. Eren didn’t want to admit his reasons were entirely selfish. He loved spilling his seed inside of you, promising one day to give you his kids. He loved watching you squirm as he edged you for hours, reducing you to tears and snot as you begged for release. He especially loved seeing you reach your peak in public, the idea of being caught incredibly arousing to him. He loved how you would do anything he asked of you; He was absolutely going to love you taking his best friend so good for him. All he could do was shake his head ‘No’ for now.

Armin undoes his belt, hands shaking as he pulls his pants down - his briefs joining after a moment of silent contemplation. His cock slaps against his stomach, the tip angry with fat drops of precum spilling out of it. It’s fairly long, but not as thick as Eren’s. He crawls on the bed to join you two. His breath is shaky, looking down at you, and he can't help but squeeze the base of his length before gliding his hand up and down. Eren’s own hand reaches down to your pussy, playing with your entrance again.

“I’ll warm her up for it,” he tells Armin, sliding his middle and ring finger inside of you. You whine at the intrusion and he curls them inside you. He wastes no time hitting the spot that makes you throw your head back. “Kiss her, ‘Min,” he orders him. Your pink lips are wet with your spit and your eyes are half-open, lost in the feeling of Eren’s fingers. You ask Armin to kiss you when he doesn’t move at first. When his lips hit yours, Eren picks up the speed. You’re moaning - struggling to keep your lips pursed. The kiss is wet and sloppy and Armin is stroking himself a little faster listening to the squelch of your pussy. “I think she’s ready,” and Armin doesn’t allow himself another moment to reconsider.

He pulls away from the kiss, lining himself up to you, and pushing himself in. He doesn’t acknowledge that you might need a moment to adjust, he just buries himself all the way in, his voice straining, “Oh shit”. You let out a sharp moan, feeling him bully his way into your tight cunt. Once he’s in he can’t help himself from moving. You can also feel Eren rocking against your backside, matching the rhythm of his best friend’s cock going in and out of your sopping pussy. His pupils are blown out, enamored by the scene in front of him. He pulls your legs back to try and get a better look, causing Armin to go deeper than before. The both of you moan simultaneously at the new angle, your gummy walls massaging his dick perfectly, the head reaching the spot that makes you see stars. You’re completely out of it, drool seeping onto Eren’s shirt as your head rested against his chest. Eren doesn’t even notice - too entranced. Armin’s perfect cock pulls out of you, glistening with your slick, before pounding itself right back in. “It feels t-too good. I can’t last much l-longer..” his moans are high pitched - he completely lost himself in the feeling of your pussy taking him so perfectly. “F-fuck. You’re too perfect,” he hisses, choking out sobs. He’s so overstimulated by how tight you’re squeezing him, how everytime he pulls out your pussy desperately clings to his cock. And the noise - he will never forget the noise. You are so wet - your arousal now leaking down your thighs and smearing itself all over his balls.

“Cum in her, I don’t mind,” Eren promises. Armin picks up speed and he’s completely lost now. His moans are more like pathetic whines. He’s praising your pussy, thanking his best friend for allowing him to cum inside of you. Allowing you to milk his cock so perfectly. He rocks into you a few more times before he reaches impossibly deep, spilling his load. Eren wonders if it's dangerous for his cock to be this hard. You’re clawing at Eren’s thighs and Armin is crying out. He continues to cum, his dick twitching as his semen sprays your walls. He was babbling out a prayer as he came, thanking every deity he could think of that could have possibly made your pussy so perfect. Once Armin finally pulls off of you, his chest heaves, watching some of his fluid spill out of your perfect center. Eren’s fingers reach down to plug you up and Armin could have passed out at the filthiness of it all. “I gotta make sure it all stays in,” he tells Armin. He’s pulling down his sweatpants with his other hand, careful not to move the one keeping Armin’s cum buried in your hole. He shifts underneath you, making it so you’re laying now. “I think my dick would work better keeping it in,” he comments, mainly to himself. You’re squirming on top of him, excited for his thick cock to replace his fingers. He barges in as roughly as Armin - desperate to feel you squeeze his whole length. He makes quick work - fucking Armin’s children back up inside of you. “You think she can hold both of our loads, ‘Min?” Armin’s mouth is almost on the floor listening to his best friend’s dirty talk. “Fuck-” Eren can’t help but curse out. From his friend’s perspective he could see a mixture of fluids build at the base of Eren’s cock, creating a ring around it. The squelching sounds were overwhelming - along with your constant breathy moans. You were completely drunk off of their cocks. They were in awe with how well you took them - how good the attention of your pussy felt. Armin felt himself growing semi-hard, almost jealous Eren was feeling the heaven he just felt. You were truly an angel. “C’mere and rub her clit,” Eren spat out another order that Armin would be too stupid not to follow. He sat at the side of you two, his fingers reaching your nub.

You choked out a sob, “‘Min, you’re s-so good at that,” and he truly was. His fingers were soft and fast and he knew just the right speed to get your pussy clenching on Eren’s cock.

“G-god beautiful. You like him playing with your pretty pussy? Fuck! Squeezing me so tight. ‘M gonna cum inside you. Give you a baby, would ‘ya like that? Gonna breed you so good. All with Armin’s help, huh?” You're lost in his words, his cock - Armin’s delicate fingers. You come loud - you begin crying and reaching for Armin’s hand. He smacks it away, continuing his assault on your clit as Eren pounds into you. One arm is holding you down against him, the other spreading your left thigh open to make you take him well. He’s praising you, “Fuck- this tight pussy baby… ‘feels so good. Want me to come? Want me to mix our loads? Won’t know whose baby it is” His hair is flat against his forehead, almost completely covering his eyes. He can still see though, he’s watching his best friend relentlessly rub your clit and holding your hands so you can’t stop him. He’s overstimulated by the sight and his dick is twitching while rope after rope of cum shoots out of him and into your perfect pussy.

𓂃⊹ ִֶָ

The two boys take their time cleaning you up - not before they spend even longer watching their mixture spill out of you. They both take their turns shoving it back inside of you before watching it dribble out of you again. Armin can’t help himself from teasing your clit a few more times while Eren’s finger plays with the juices falling out of you. He teaches Armin a thing or two about the importance of aftercare, and the two of them clean you up in the bath.

Whilst watching Armin soap up your body Eren heavily considers making this a weekly occurrence.

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lixieisgod · 1 year

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𝑠𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑡 𝑔𝑖𝒓𝒍 💕#!

𝐬𝐲𝐧𝗼𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬⤷ you passed your exam, and your boyfriend armin wants to shows you just how proud of you he is.

𝐧𝗼𝐭𝐞𝐬⤷ guess who just passed their examss, i did bitchh 🤭 shout out to my boyfriend for inspiring this lmfao

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠⤷ smut, mild degrading-he calls you a slut and whore, nicknames- mama, princess, pretty girl, he’s a little mean not really.

“and the highest in the class is miss.l/n, remarkable work young lady”

mini fireworks were going off in your brain right now, armin was the fuckingg best.

as soon as your class had ended you were running all over campus looking for armin to thank him for helping you study, and tell him you topped your class.

you finally found him after all your searching, sitting on his bed in his dorm room and… fuck he’s hot.

his hair was wet, most likely he was fresh out of the shower. armin was hunched on his bed, with a towel around his neck only wearing a pair of grey sweatpants and a gold necklaces.

he stood up revealing more of his abs and vline. pretty blue eyes stared at you before he spoke in that stupid charming voice of his

“you just gonna stand there all pretty or tell me what’s up” ?

shit he cough you staring.

“no, i just wanted to say thank you”. you pulled out your test results and smiled at him “look i topped my class”. you spoke with enthusiasm and a bright smile.

armin smiled at you, proud that you did well.

he kissed your forehead then whispered in your ear, “that’s my smart girl”. before landing a light kiss on your neck.

“damn she’s pretty and smart, i should really stop the small talk and put a kid in you hu” he laughed after his sentence and you just rolled your eyes at him.

“and a bit rude, but i can work with that”

you giggled before hooking your hands around his necklace pulling him into a kiss. his hand traveled under your top stroking your waist.

you pushed him onto his bed, sucking hickeys into the skin of his neck.

“ahh- fuckk” moans began leaving his parted lips.

he grabbed onto one of your hands and kissed your palm before slowly guiding your hand into his boxers, making you feel how hard his cock was.

“hmm f-fuck feel how hard you make me mama, feel what you do to me, my pretty whore”

your panties were soaked, you needed some sort of relief, you felt as tho you were burning up.

still palming at his cock you looked into his lust filled eyes, “i want you to fuck me, need you”

“…please”

“that’s my smart girl, now lay down for me wanna see your pretty face when i fuck you stupid”.

you loved this side of him, you already knew that this was gonna end with you crying out his name.

you quickly discarded of your clothing as he did the same.

he looked so pretty on top of you, his gold chain was dangling in your face as he slowly inserted his cock into your soaked pussy.

you always forgot how big he actually was.

“s-shit, it hurts a-arminn”

“shh, i know, i know, you’re a big girl i know you can take it”

finally he bottomed out. full, you felt full.

he started off with slow thrusts careful not to hurt you too much.

“f-fuck your pussy is so tight, ahh, you feel good princess”

“f-faster pleasee”

that was the green light armin was waiting for to fuck the shit out of you.

his thrusts became faster causing the both of you to moan out in pleasure. your pussy was so wet and it clenched around him making deep moans to leave his pretty pink lips.

your hands gripped onto his toned shoulders for dear life.

tears began to stream down your face as you moaned chants of his name.

he gripped onto your thighs bringing your legs to your upper half, he had you folded up in a mating press.

with ever thrust, sounds of your squelching pussy and his balls slapping against you were heard.

his lips found themselves leaving love bites all over your neck and chest, he sucked onto your flesh and breasts as tho he were a starved man.

you closed your eyes for a beaf second, you were being fucked so good. every time his cock fucked itself back into you it hit all the right spots, you were definitely gonna cum soon.

a light slap on your cheek caused you to open your eyes

“look at me when i’m fucking you, wanna see all those pretty faces you make”

“f-fuckkk baby, i feel so full, i think I’m gonna cum s-soon”

at this point his thrusts had just gotten faster, and harder. your legs started trembling. it feels good, so fucking good.

you couldn’t hold back anymore, your back arched as you came all over armins cock, crying out his name with teary eyes and a slutty little smile.

armin looked down at you through hazed eyes, and he was more than happy to see his girl looking so fucked out. you always looked prettiest like this, eyes rolled back, messy hair and make up, babbling his name like it was the only thing you knew how to say.

“don’t tell me i’ve already fucked you stupid, guess my smart girl is just a little slut now hu”

armin gripped your face, while purposely thrusting harder into you.

“fuck you’re gorgeous, gonna cum all over that preety face”.

he pulled out of your messy cunt and started stroking his cock over your face, you open your mouth waiting for his cum.

hot milky cum shot out of his cock spilling all over your face and mouth. the sight had armin feeling lightheaded.

“that’s my good little slut”.

#lixieisgod🪐#lixie’s astroworld👩🏽‍🎤🪐#aot x black reader #aot hcs #attack on titan #aot college au #armin #armin arlert #armin drabble #armin x black reader #armin x reader #armin x y/n #armin attack on titan #armin x you #armin arlet smut #aot smut #attack on titan x black reader #armin x fem reader #armin arlet x you

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savkirschtein · 29 days

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AOT character & their personal fashion styles

characters : Eren Jaeger, Mikasa Ackerman, Armin Arlert, Jean Kirschtein, Connie Springer, Sasha Braus, Marco Bodt

warning: all of these are just purely based off of my personal insight and views of the characters and how i think they’d dress today

🪩🥡🪐🎸🎧

Eren Jaeger: 🎱🌪️🩻⛓️

based off of season 4 Eren

i picture Eren in todays world really rocking with a minimalist street style

he’s all for comfort and breathability in his clothing and his style reflects that

a closet full of loose fitting boxy t-shirts

LOVES the cold months so he can layer his hoodies and leather jackets

while also sporting the slutty tightly fitted black shirt grey sweat pant combo every now and then

maybe even just walking out his apartment with a wife pleaser and baggy jeans on as a fit alone

all paired with sneakers, small silver hoops, and a chain of some sort

Mikasa Ackerman: 🍒💿📷🃏

we all know for a fact that Mikasa can DRESS

she just has an eye for fashion and has a unique style of her own

one that isn’t over the top, in terms of being a spectacle, but just well put together and tailored to HER. a girl you 110% give a second glance

she is a girlie who LOVES wearing any skirt whether it be long, midi, mini or knee length she LOVES them

most of her pieces are pretty free flowing with lots of different silhouettes

absolutely loves a good leather boot, pair of mary janes, or platform loafers

she literally could wear a trash bag and make it look like it’s the next trend

and has a huge collection of baggus

Armin Arlert: 🎧📘🍵☁️

Armin will literally never be free of the soft light academia aesthetic

the cable knit sweaters, soft cardigans, and sweater vests will forever have a hold on him

but what college boy Armin loves more than anything is a good quarter zip or quarter button up

or a nice casual white and blue striped button up

almost all of his clothing is soft and warm materials

definitely withholds the cute boy in the library title

Jean Kirschtein: 🪐👁️‍🗨️⚡️🌉

will live and die on the hill that Jean is a Carthartt guy

his look is a casual-relaxed but clean one

he’s all for clothing that is durable and will last him forever

Jean’s style is honestly super basic but NOT boring

although Jean’s style isn’t one that is made to make it hard to look away from its one that really just compliments him well

loves a good hefty Dickies or Carthartt jacket, basic white t-shirt, or a loose button up over a tank top

while wearing a variety of rings, with small hoops and a chain

his clothes compliment his strongly built and lengthy body well, which is why although they are basic, it isn’t boring

Connie Springer: 🎧💽☄️🩻

Connie is a literal fashionista

he probably is tiktok famous for his fit check videos and adventures at the thrift stores

the street style aesthetic was MADE for Connie

knows how to put pieces that may not look ideal together into a cohesive fit

LOVES JORTS and swears he made them trendy again

and wearing jerseys of teams he has no clue of , but it’s for the fit so who cares

Sasha Braus: 🍰🪩🗽🧸

the DEFINITION of downtown girl or coming of age movie in a city aesthetic

Sasha lives for the nostalgia of 90s pieces and it shows in her clothing

comfort is also a huge factor that plays into Sasha’s outfits

color is another component that makes Sasha’s outfits HER outfits

LOVES a good brown leather jacket

Sasha honestly though has a hard time sticking to just ONE specific style and will wear whatever feels good for her

Marco Bodt: 🍙🪴♠️🍊

Marco is a soft boy at heart but he’s traded in the traditional sweaters vests for hardy collared jackets

he absolutely LOVES PLAID

and loves layering his button ups with his worn out thrifted jackets

has a more warm palette in terms of colors and leans more towards earthy tones

super casual in his shoes though sticking to good tried and true high top converse, sambas, or loafers if he's feeling fancy

#eren jaeger #mikasa ackerman #armin arlert #connie springer #jean kirstein #sasha braus #marco bodt #aot modern au #aot x reader #attack on titan headcanons #aot college au #Spotify

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mamasbakeria · 7 months

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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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plant-outside-few-force · 7 days

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#furries #positive vibes #[album]#adam driver #college student #do revenge #html #Sarah Hyland #book aesthetic #klance #armin arlert #frank castle x reader #funny meme #bears

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xbtsutokki · 1 year

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Forgive me but I still forgetting that I have this app too.

104th cadets/class New year party in CollegeAU

#attack on titan #eren jaeger #jean kirstein #armin arlert #mikasa ackerman #connie springer #sasha braus #fanart #college au #aot fanart

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jinniesluna · 1 year

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MANDARIN PEEL

Hellooooo! I understand that it has been a very, very, very long time since I last posted and I am not dead! A lot has been happeneing in my life and so I have been preoccupied. However, I am here with a piece that has been in my drafts for months 0_0

To make things very clear, I do not condone cheating or disloyalty of any kind, this is simply fiction and for entertainment purposes.

Also I do not have any specific reason as to why it is called Mandarin peels, it was just the first title that came to mind.

Warnings - sub!Armin, dom!reader, modern! Au, college!au, cheating,

Summary - A game of strip spin the bottle sparks a little lustful attraction towards you, one that Armin swears is harmless. Little does he know, you harbour the same lustful attraction, the only problem is; Armin has a girlfriend.

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Lust. That's all it was, Armin swore. Just a small lustful crush that had no meaning and no deeper attraction, or connection.

The first time Armin noticed this 'lust crush' was the night -three months ago - at Jean's party. Everyone - including his girlfriend and you - in the main friend group was gathered in a close circle, an empty beer bottle in the middle. Initially Armin thought this was going to be a silly game of spin the bottle with the traditional rules but no. It was a game Ymir made up; ask a question and then spin the bottle to see who answers it. If you refuse to answer then you have to take off a piece of clothing. That last part had Armin internally squealing and he would've up and left if his girlfriend hadn't begged him to play. You sat across from Armin and his girlfriend, your posture calm, collected and nonchalant despite the potential stripping.

"Okay, who's going first?" Ymir claps her hands together and looks around expectantly.

"I will," it's Connie who speaks first, a playful glint in his eyes. He's clearly drunk which means he has absolutely no filter or sense of boundaries.

"State your question, then spin the bottle," Ymir repeats the rules and then leans back against the couch.

"Would you rather eat a bowl or Eren's toenails or a bowl of Jean's beard hair," he's trying hard to contain his laughter and complete the ridiculous question.

Everyone groans and complains about him not taking it seriously.

"Connie, that doesn't count. You miss a turn now," Ymir waves a hand at a whining Connie dismissively.

"What? Not fair, that was a serious question, a good question too!" Connie's words fall on deaf ears as everyone ignores him.

"Okay, I'll go," it's Eren. His hand brings the joint up to his lips, inhaling for a few seconds before exhaling a cloud of smoke that twirls and dances in the purple led light. It almost looked like a dream - a hazy, lilac dream.

"Would you rather fuck Connie or Jean," everyone could always count on Eren to cut straight to the juicy questions, he prides himself on his bluntness. Now everyone giggles, aside from Connie and Jean who protest and blush profusely. Eren's hand void of the joint reaches down and grips the cold bottle, giving it a quick spin. The tension and excitement grabs the room by the throat as everyone leans in closer to watch the bottle spin round and round, holding their breaths as it passes them. Armin watches as the bottle catches the light of the led's. Purple, pink, red, green. He watches mesmerised, amused even. Only when he hears everyone laughing and Jean cheering does he realise the question had already been answered, who by, he doesn't know. Next to Eren is Sasha, who is bouncing around on the ground excitedly.

"Yay, my turn! Okay, okay, are you a sub or a dom?" The question prompts a few snickers from around the group. Nearly everyone knew the other's preferences. The only ones who remained a secret were Armin's, Eren's, Mikasa's and your preference. However, everyone had an idea of yours, since they've previously heard - on more than one occasion- the desperate pleas coming from boys that followed you into bathrooms and empty rooms at parties. But it had yet to be confirmed.

Sasha leaned forward and spun the bottle. Now, Armin focused on the movement, awaiting who it would force to reveal their secrets or their body.

As the bottle slowed, everyone cowered back until it came to a halt. You.

The bottle's reflective nature encapsulated the pink hues emitted from the led lights as it pointed a demanding finger at you.

Seeing that it landed on you, Armin gulped, curiosity churning in his stomach.

"Oh shit, you gotta answer Y/N, or take that pretty shirt off," Ymir mused, hand taking the joint from Eren.

You sat there, nonchalant as you played with the fraying edges of the rug underneath you.

"Easy. Dom." The confidence, authority and conviction in your tone had Armin shivering. Thoughts of you demanding him around flooded his intoxicated mind.

"Fuck, really? You're a dom?" Connie drunkenly slurs, body leaning toward you.

"I could've told you that," Eren breathes out as he reaches for the joint again.

"Damn, that's kinda hot." Connie mutters under his breath, which is no use because everyone hears.

"Do you like, like, peg guys?" You're sure sober Connie would be absolutely horrified at what drunk Connie is asking.

"Hey, hey, you can only ask one question!" Ymir speaks up.

"I don't mind, really," you shrug your shoulders to further prove your point.

"Yeah, I'm curious too. Are you like a hardcore dom? Do you spank your subs? Or step on them? Oh, do they call you mommy?" Sasha rumbles next to you. You simply smile in amusement.

Conversely, Armin sits tense across the rug from you. He couldn't believe his ears. The thought of you: kind, sweet and seemingly innocent doing such lewd and kinky things has Armin squeezing his thighs together.

"Yeah, I do a bit of everything. Depends on the mood, depends on the sub," your tone is casual, like you're simply discussing the weather or school work, not your sexual preferences.

"Of course you have a mommy kink," Eren rolls his eyes as he takes another drag from the burning joint.

Your leg swipes Eren's in retaliation, but your actions lack any real anger or aggression.

"Okay, next question."

Even as people are revealing incredibly kinky secrets and removing articles of clothing, Armin couldn't stop thinking about what you had said. You're a dom. A dom. With a mommy kink. The thought makes Armin's jeans a little tighter. Armin had never pondered sub and dom dynamics before, he simply assumed leadership with his girlfriend. But imagining being under you, begging and crying, makes his heart beat faster and his hands weirdly clammy.

The round concludes with nearly everyone half naked and blushing at their confessions. Ymir kicks off the next round, asking a more PG question, to which Historia has to answer.

Once it's Eren's turn again he thinks for a brief moment, before nodding.

"Who in this group would you want to fuck?" He spins it and everyone watches it continuously rotate, catching the ever changing led colours making it appear like a disco ball.

It comes to a stop, pointing right at you. A few "oooohs" are howled. Armin's heart stops as you immediately look up and lock eyes with him. The rest of your face gives nothing away, but your eyes tell a different story. They reflect the look of a predator locking its focus on prey. A deep, feral hunger that makes Armin want to close his eyes, look away. But he can't. It pins him down and forces him to return the eye contact. You raise your eyebrow at him, sending a silent message that he can't quite decipher.

"Are you gonna answer or strip?"

Only now do you break eye contact with a blushing Armin. There's a hesitant pause from you, then you take a quick glance at Armin, then his girlfriend.

"I'll strip," you conclude.

"Noooo, I wanted to know who you would want to dom out of us!" Sasha dramatically exclaims.

Armin watches in awe, and lust, as your hands slide down your torso and rest on the hem of your shirt. You keep your eyes straight as you lift it up over your head to reveal your breast clad in a lacy black bra.

"Goddamn," Sasha's jaw drops at the sight before her. "No wonder you make boys call you mommy, look at them," Sasha's comments provoke several laughs from around the circle. Armin struggles to focus. The sight directly in front of him had him hard. He brung his knees up to his chin to try and conceal it.

"Holy shit, I would totally sub for you," Connie slurs, his body slightly swaying from side to side.

"Shut the fuck up, Connie," Ymir exclaims, a pillow colliding with poor Connie.

"What! You can't tell me you wouldn't sub for her either," Connie points an accusatory finger at Ymir, to which she blushes and looks away.

Despite the loud banter and dull hum of the bass in the back, Armin cannot pull his mind away from two things. 1) imagining you domming him, and 2) your breasts, which he takes several guilty glances at.

Later that night on the drive home, Armin's girlfriend sat beside him revising everyone's secrets.

"And, oh my god, Y/N is a dom? Who would've thought. Although, you gotta admit that's kinda weird. A female being the dom, like who would find a subby male attractive? It's so weird." Armin grips the steering wheel tighter, cowering lower into his seat as he keeps his eyes focused on the road ahead. After he dropped her off at her apartment, he sped home and made a beeline for the bathroom. Armin hates to admit it, and never will out loud, but he came so hard in the shower to the thought of you. And again the next day, and the next and nearly every day after that party.

Which brings Armin to the predicament that he finds himself in. Locked in the upstairs bathroom with you at a party.

Stupid drunk Connie, thought it would be funny to push you and Armin in the bathroom - with the door with the broken lock - after he saw Armin oogling you all night.

"Thank me later," he yelled against the wood before his loud footsteps could be heard stumbling away. You leaned against the counter, arms folded as you watched a panicked Armin pace back and forth.

"What if we're stuck in here all night? It's possible that no one will come up here, plus they won't be able to hear us over the music," he rambled on and on, to which you didn't interrupt, just simply let him tire himself out.

After six continuous minutes of rumbling and pacing, Armin finally came to a stop.

"Finished now, Min?" He visibly tensed after hearing the nickname. He felt as if he was about to start up again, but not because you were both locked in the bathroom, but because now he's noticing every little detail about you. The sweet perfume wafting off of you, your tight - and short - dress that hugs every curve of your body. But the thing that makes Armin gulp and pants tighter, is the hungry look in your eyes.

"S-sorry," is all he can weakly stumble out. A tense silence creeps in, threatening to swallow Armin alive.

"So where's (Armin's girlfriend's name)?" The mention of his girlfriend snaps him out of his lustful trance and back to reality.

"She's home sick. Flu." You nod in recognition.

"She's a nice girl. Kind, sweet, pretty," you speak casually, no malice or fakeness in your words. However, Armin still stands on defence, tense with the subject matter.

"But I guess she does have one flaw." You stop playing with the necklace hung around your neck to look straight into Armin's eyes.

"What is that?"

A brief look of hesitation crosses your face, but as you notice the way Armin is subconsciously moving closer, breath heavy, you smirk and continue.

"She doesn't fuck you like the whore you are."

Armin all but screams at your lewd and bold statement.

"W-what are you talking about? Why would you say that?"

You push off the counter and Armin stumbles back from where he's standing as you come closer to him.

"Because I know a subby slut when I see one, Min. I see the way you squirm when someone bosses you around. I saw you getting hard, right next to your girlfriend, when I said I was a dom. And I saw the way you blushed when I called you a whore just now."

Armin feels panicked as his secrets are revealed. His eyes dart around, focusing on the broken door, probably wondering if he could kick it down if he tried hard enough.

"And I would like to give it to you. Give you the treatment you want and need," you lean in closer to him to whisper the next part, "and fuck you like the desperate whore that you are." A shiver pulses through Armin at your words.

"However, I won't because you have a girlfriend. And as much as I want to fuck the life out of you, I can't do that to (Armin's gf's name)." Armin visibly deflated with disappointment. He's conflicted, he really is. He has been dating his current girlfriend since high school, yeah she constantly degraded him - and not in the way Armin likes - but she often made him feel worthless and unloved. Like he was weird and wouldn't be loved by anyone else. Like he was nothing. But ever since he met you he's felt so much: happiness, excitement, purpose, lust. You took the time to get to know him, to listen to what he had to say and reassure him that his opinions mattered. This is when Armin realises that this growing feelings towards you were much more than lust, he liked you. Like really, really liked you.

"I-I want," he inhaled a deep breath, trying to prepare himself for what he was about to say, about to allow.

"I want you to show me." Finally his eyes meet yours. You stare at him surprised and wary, hesitant.

"Are you sure? You know once this happens, we can't undo it, right?"

"I know. But, I-I really like you. Like, I like, like you and I have for a while now, you just make me really happy and like I matter and -"

"Armin, hey, it's okay I get it. I really like you too." The surprised and relieved look on his face makes you laugh.

"You do? Like more than a friend, and more than you know, lust," his cheeks heat up in embarrassment.

"Yes, Armin. I like you, more than a friend and more than just lust. I like you, romantically."

There's a knowing silence. A waiting game. To see who dives in first. It seems Armin is able to exercise patience better than you as you are first to crack. One hand is instantly around the back of his neck, pulling him in for a kiss that quite literally takes his breath away. Armin hums a weak moan as you pull on the strands of hair at the back of his neck. The vacant hand travels down his chest, brushing over his perked nipples through his thin shirt, eliciting a delectable moan from him, and you make a mental note to lavish his pretty nipples later. You pull away from his lips only to lightly sink your teeth into his bottom lip. Armin's hips roll forward to try to gain friction, a pretty whine being pulled from the back of his throat.

Your lips press open, mouth kisses down his jaw, neck and you suck down on the spot that has Armin shivering.

"P-please, gimme more, please I've waited so long,"

Armin feels you smirk against his sensitive skin, before placing one last kiss on the spot.

"Are you getting impatient, pretty boy?"

Armin profusely blushes at the petname. Your hand slides down his chest and rubs over his hard cock.

"Wow, you're already this hard just from kissing? You really are a whore, aren't you, baby?" The smile on your face is sweet, almost condescending.

Your hands unzip Armin's jeans and pull them down, along with his underwear, just enough to expose his leaking cock. Armin lets out a high pitched whine as the cold air makes contact with his exposed skin. As soon as your hand grabs his cock, Armin's knees buckle and he has to grip onto the counter to keep himself up.

"F-fuck, oh god, I'm not gonna last long, I'm sorry, I'm sorry," his voice turns unrecognisable, to both you and Armin, as it rises in pitch and comes out in quick breaths.

"That's okay, baby. Just enjoy it while it last ,yeah?" You slide down onto your knees infront of Armin. His breath catches in his throat at the realisation. He was fine with a simple hand job, but the fact that you're starting to lean forward, tongue out flat, ready to catch the leaking pearls of his precum has Armin short circuiting. He braces himself for contact, praying he doesn't cum in three seconds.

Your wet tongue licks warm circles around his tip, right hand stroking him while your left fondles his heavy balls. Armin cannot think straight, his mind clouding with lust and you. You. You, who begins to bob your head up and down, cheeks hallowing to suck him in, deep. The pleasure is intense and Armin slaps a hand over his mouth to muffle the loud whines and curses spilling from his mouth.

"F-fuck, feels s-so good," his eyes roll back as you dip your tongue into his slit.

An idea strikes you as Armin fixates on your breast. You pull away, to Armin's despair, and unzip your dress pulling it down to expose your breast. Armin's cock twitches at the sight and a thick string of precum trickles out of his tip. Your hands proceed to reach behind you and unclip your bra. You unravel it from yourself and place it next to you on the ground. Now Armin is using all of his control to not cum on the spot. He squirms as you sit up on your knees and take his cock between your breast.

"Oh god, n-no, no, please. I'll cum too soon, please," he tries to plead with you, but the hungry look on your face tells him they are futile.

"Cum when you want, pretty. I don't mind," then you squeeze your breast together, trapping Armin's cock between them. Armin lets out a loud moan, borderline scream, as you start moving up and down. The sight of his cock disappearing and re-emerging between your breast is overwhelming. Armin drapes his arm over his eyes to conceal the erotic sight before him, fearing it will make him cum on the spot. The feeling of your soft breasts engulfing his cock is nearly unbearable, but once he feels your tongue lick his tip he screams out.

"I'm cumming, oh god, I'm gonna cum, I'm sorry," his head falls back, deep breaths escaping his parted lips. You watch as Armin's chest heaves, you see his thighs shaking and it brings a satisfied smirk to your face.

"Cum for me, baby," as soon as the words leave your mouth, Armin is convulsing with such intensity, you fear he's gonna topple over.

He shudders under the intense look in your eyes as you stick your tongue out to catch the cum that spurts out of his red tip. Thick strings of Armin's cum paints your breast white. Your finger comes up to swirl it around your nipples, before scooping it up to lick off.

"F-fuck," that encourages Armin's cock to get painfully hard again. You rise up and Armin pushes forward to catch your lips in a desperate, frenzied kiss.

"Please let me taste you," he pleads, eyes full with a lustful desperation.

"Where, baby?" You already know the answer but you love to see Armin squirm.

Armin is hesitant to be forward in his answer but his desperation gets the better of him.

"Please, let me taste your pussy."

You smile and bring your hand to his chin, he nuzzles into your hand. The look of his face, the absolute devotion and need to please you has your core dripping.

"How could I say no when you look so pretty begging?" You lift yourself up on the counter and pull your underwear down, letting it fall to the ground infront of Armin.

Instantly, Armin drops to his knees and places one hand carefully on each of your knees.

He looks up at you one last time to ensure he has your permission.

"Go for it, pretty," Armin is quick to dive in, tongue eagerly lapping away at your wet folds. He moans into your pussy, eyes rolling back at being completely smothered by you. You moan out as Armin zeros in on your sensitive clit, alternating between sucking it and flicking it with his tongue.

"Aaah, just like that, baby," your hand snakes into his hair and lightly pulls at it. This encourages Armin as his efforts increase tenfold, humming against your clit. Armin's hand comes up and he slowly slides a slender finger in. The way your thighs shudder against his head tell him that you enjoy it. He adds another finger, scissoring the two in and out while his tongue spells his name against your clit. Armin's fingers curl as he pushes them as deep as they can go, this action elicts a loud moan out of you. Armin nearly cums at the sound, hard cock throbbing between his legs. His hand hovers over his leaking cock, but he never strokes it - despite how he so desperately wants to.

"Go ahead baby boy, stroke your pretty cock while you eat me out," your hand pats his head in encouragement and confirmation.

Armin complies, hand quick to tease his cock. The pleasure causes Armin to let out a long whine, the vibrations elevating your own pleasure.

"Fuck, baby, keep going. A-aah, you're gonna make me cum," your thighs quiver around Armin's head, voice rising in pitch and volume as he takes your clit into his mouth and sucks hard. His hand increases in speed, hips weakly thrusting up into his tight fist.

"Armin, I'm cumming, aahh," Armin feels your walls clench around his fingers as you cum with a pleasurable moan. The lewd sounds you make send Armin hurderling towards a second orgasm. He ensures to work you through your orgasm, gently sucking on your clit as he shakes through his own orgasm.

Armin doesn't stop until your hand pulls him away from your oversensitive clit by his hair. The look on his face almost makes you laugh, glossy eyes, rosy cheeks and your juices dripping from his lips and chin. He looks completely fucked out.

"Are you okay, pretty?" It takes a few seconds for Armin to process your words, but once he does, he weakly nods his head.

You laugh and lightly slap his cheek. This causes a low whine from Armin. You raise your eyebrow at him at the discovery.

"You are just full of surprises, aren't you?" You reach your hands down to help Armin up from the cold tiled ground. His legs jiggle slightly as he leans against the counter for support. Armin's eyes look down at where his cock and your pussy are mere inches from each other. His breathing picks up again as he imagines pushing his cock into your tight walls.

"What is it, baby?" Your hand caresses his cheek, forcing him to look at you.

Armin is hesitant to voice his needs, not wanting to overstep with you.

"You can tell me, Armin," your thumb gently rubs back and forth on his cheek.

This gives Armin the confidence he needs as he clears his throat to speak.

"C-can I, I mean c-can we, u-umm-," you press a kiss to his lips.

"Do you want to fuck me, baby boy?"

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okayyyy, that concludes part one to Armin's fanfic.

Again, I apologise for being gone and inactive for so long. I am still working on part three to my Eren piece, but I will ensure to get that finished and uploaded soon! Pinky promise.

Anyways, enjoy this piece and part two will be up sometime in the near future.

Have a good day or night <3

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apollostears · 1 year

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𝐿𝑂𝑉𝐸𝑅 𝑩𝑶𝒀𝑺 # ！︎

❥︎ 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆(𝐬) + 𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘: 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐨𝐧 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐠𝐞!𝐣𝐣𝐤 𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐬 𝐜𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐯𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐞'𝐬 𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐰/ 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐠𝐞!𝐣𝐣𝐤 𝐚𝐮, 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐜!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫, 𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭

❥︎ 𝐅𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: 𝐧𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐢, 𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐨, 𝐠𝐨𝐣𝐨, 𝐭𝐨𝐣𝐢, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐨

𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐠𝐞 𝐣𝐣𝐤 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬

✉︎ 𝐡𝐢 𝐬𝐮𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬 :)

- gojo actually hates valentine’s day and it’s purely because bitches lose their mindssss over him

- the week of valentine’s, y’all got gifts coming to the house every. fucking. DAY! and most of them are for gojo!

- y’all seriously considered moving at one point

- choso has a lot of secret admirers. a lot of girls dig the ‘shy guy’ vibe he has going on

- bitchhh let YOU get a valentine’s!!!???

- them niggas searchin that shit like TSA!!

- one time, some guy on the sports team had tried to ask you to be his valentine’s while you walking to your next class with toji

- BIG MISTAKE

- toji ain’t never cockblocked so hard!!

- he basically insulted every single thing the guy had attempted to do for you

- after that, you had a serious talk w the guys ab interfering w your dating life

- they ignored that shit

- ok, not really but it was definitely something that took a min to actually stick

- nanami gets gifts from the women at the company he works at

- all of the guys spoil you that entire week month

- you’re easily the most hated on campus

- and its not like you ask for it! it’s just that currently, you’re the only woman they’ll shop for

- the first year y’all celebrated together, geto bought you a tiffany bracelet.

- after that, it became a competition for every holiday who could get you the best present

- valentine’s day is absolutely no different

- nanami and geto both make breakfast the morning of for everyone

- everything is heart shaped or similar

- toji runs a special for every holiday at the shop

- while toji, geto, and choso are tattooing and piercing. you, nanami, and gojo are maintaining the store/cooking valentine’s dinner

- bc u guys totally eat breakfast and dinner together on every holiday

- ALSO! y’all definitely take family pictures

- sorry but choso is going to LEAP at every opportunity for a photo OP

- yes, gojo looks amazing in a turtle neck

- you always get the boys flowers and they honestly love it

- they all get a bouquet of forget-me-nots, red chrysanthemums, and ivy’s

- and yes, choso absolutely wears one of flowers behind his ear the whole day

- they also get you flowers, but instead of them giving them at home, they’ll get them delivered to your classes

- also, toji buys you the huge ass bouquet of roses that spell out different shit for the house

- y’all tried going out one year for valentine’s dinner anddddd it didn’t go right

- for one, y’all were late

- for two, you guys kept getting weird looks from everyone

- probably because they assumed y’all were polygamous

- and for three, YOU CANT TAKE THEM OUT IN PUBLIC!

- choso always orders fucking chicken tenders

- gojo is always complaining about something

- geto and toji order the most complicated shit

- and nanami just gets wine drunk in an attempt to cope with being out with them and goes overboard

- so no, group dinners don’t happen unless y’all are at an applebee’s

- overall, valentine’s day is another holiday that you guys have made as your own in the best way possible!!!

𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐒. @kennyackermanswhore @chaoticevilbakugo @indiecursor @gabzlovesu @desiray562 @brownmochii @knjkitten @sweeneyblue1 @namjoonswifeyy @nyxeclipse @rubinocore @somerandompipzsxh @dabilovesme @histarean @hannas16 @caribbeanwifey19 @emonaculate @po3ticb3auty @waka-umm @wilsonsbuck @ctrlstar @jealousfuckingcunt @savagemickey03 @dukina @saintblk @sisnot @littlemochi @hoohoohope @ruubric @katsukis-lilbunnywhore

#mayawrites #black!reader #anime #armin x black!reader #jjk college au #college!jjk #jjk x reader #jjk hcs #kento nanami #gojo headcanons #geto suguru #toji x you #jjk x black!reader #anime hcs

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underthetree845 · 6 months

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playing horror games with armin hehe

Hey Saturn (@ringsofsaturnnnn)! So this took me awhile but let's just pretend it's still October for a moment. How was your week? I wrote down my thoughts, I hope you enjoy!

Playing horror games with Armin?

Armin/gn! Reader (scenario imagine/drabble?)

Cws: gn! reader, established relationship, college au, modern au, horror games, halloween night, armin gets scared easily

Summary: Playing horror games with your sweet blonde boyfriend <3 not much more to say.

Wc: 493

A/n: I never really play horror games (as in I have no experience beyond watching my friends play) so I did my best with this!

Armin definitely wasn’t the one to suggest it, but who is he to turn down an opportunity to spend time with his lovely partner?

He used to like to play regular video games in high school, so he does have experience holding a controller.

Armin was the victim of many pranks on Halloween growing up, being relatively timid and easy to scare. Regrettably, all those years of jumping in fright didn’t make him any less prone to hiding under the blankets during a scary movie.

After all the trick or treaters are gone, when the moon is high and the night is quiet, you both decide it’s a good time to start your game. If you dressed up, you both change out of your costumes and shower first. Armin gladly helps you wipe off your makeup if you need anything like that. He makes sure to grab all your comfort items: several blankets, pillows, a stuffed animal, he even makes you your favorite warm drink and you set out some of your extra candy in a bowl. Normally he wouldn’t be for eating candy this late but he decides to make an exception. He picks out a few mini Milky Way bars to munch on and settles in with you as the screen lights up.

If you’re an avid fan of horror games (and they don’t scare you really badly) best believe you’d better ask Armin to loosen up the death grip he has on your arm so you don’t wake up with bruises. He both fears and admires how you don’t let the suspenseful moments get to you, please reassure him a little bit that there’s nothing more normal than getting jumpy during these types of things; they were designed to make you scared. He lets out more than a few screams, and at this point would rather die than step one foot anywhere without you. His controller does get chucked across the room at some point.

Now if you rarely play horror games and get scared by them easily (like me Y-Y) Armin will do his best to provide you comfort by holding you against his chest and keeping you close, but it’s going to have to be a two way street, he needs your comfort just as much. I couldn’t imagine the two of you just owning a game like this, you probably had to borrow it from Eren or something like that. He probably gets a little shaky, just feeling your heartbeat and hearing your breathing can soothe him, he’d like it if he could cuddle into your chest too. You two will just be a curled up ball of giggly nerves and screams and it couldn’t have been a better Halloween.

Armin may need to take some deep breaths afterward, but in the end, whether you love horror things or get just as jumpy as him, he loved it because he got to spend time with you.

Eren teases Armin the next day when he hears about how scared he got and suggests a group session next year.

Thank you for reading, have a wonderful day/night/morning/evening! 💜🖤

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torasplanet · 4 months

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❝𝙎𝙏𝙐𝘿𝙔 𝙎𝙀𝙎𝙃.ᐟ❞

A. ARLERT + YEAGER!F. READER

𝙨𝙪𝙢𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙮 ; eren made your grade in history drop 'cause he's a fat jerk! so what better way to get back at your dear brother than to fuck his best friend behind his back?

𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨 ; smut, fluff, aftercare, riding, p in v, nerd!armin, kinda slut!reader, eren being eren, like two flashbacks, armin being a sorta good best friend, praise, petnames (baby), kinda switch!armin, childhood crush to lovers, reader having a HUGEE crush on 'minnie >o<, seduction, loverboy! armin, eren being jean's #1 h8r, round two hinted at end, college au, lingere, armin wears glasses cuz i said so >:( !!, kinda sappy, unedited might do it l8r idk, science shit cuz im a nerd, skin color not mentioned

Eren was the worst big brother ever.

You wouldn’t have chosen to live with him if housing wasn’t so expensive and you two didn’t go to the same college because he’s annoying as shit. He always holds it against you that you’re living with him whenever you tell him to leave you alone. He was probably the worst person ever to be honest and what he had done yesterday was not helping his case one bit.

See, eren was a coffee person and not one of those regular coffee people. The ones that go insane without their dark roast.

Not so surprising when he’s a college student but he’d never been once before being enrolled so you still weren’t used to him drinking it so when he went into your room saying he forgot something in there with a mug in his hand, you didn’t think much of it and stayed in your spot on the couch watching some random Netflix show you liked, you’d watched it a thousand times but it still entertained you but not enough that you didn’t hear eren curse from your room.

When you rushed up to go inside and ask what in the fuck he did, you couldn't even speak when you saw dark brown liquid spilled all over your five-page essay that was on your desk and there was no saving these, they were completely soaked and the words were mixing because of the wetness of the paper. You cursed your professor for making you write it on paper because this could easily happen. And with Eren being as clumsy as he is, of course, he was the one to make it happen.

He didn’t even care that much either! He just said ‘Whoops, sorry.’ and left, he didn’t offer to redo it for you or anything! And because of him, your grade in history has dropped by a lot. Like a B to an F-. You didn’t even know an F- was possible!

Eren was going to pay for this one way or another, but the issue with upsetting him was that Eren didn’t care about most things in the world. You could cut his hair in his sleep and he’d just get a new haircut, you could key his car and he’d be mad but he’d probably do worse to you. You could tell Mikasa about all the embarrassing dreams he’s had about her but he’d just deny it and then punch you later.

But the one thing that would send Eren off the rails was getting with one of his friends. Eren didn’t care if you were friends with his friends but if you even thought about liking one of them, he’d shut that shit down immediately. The idea of you getting with any of his friends disgusted him and he never wanted it to happen which is why you were going to do that; not only were you going to do that but you were going to do it behind his back which would just piss him off more once he eventually found out.

Sure it was extreme but it was the only thing that would actually fuck with him and that wasn’t your fault plus he was friends with a bunch of hot people…including, Armin.

Armin Arlert. Eren’s best friend since they were little kids, you often saw him a lot in your childhood and still saw him a lot in the present and you liked that. Armin was a cutie ever since you guys were young, even with his long hair he was a cutie but now that he cut it short, he was hot. So with your choice of revenge and Armin being hot, you practically had everything laid out.

You didn’t know how Eren would find out or if you would tell him but you got the seduction and the fucking part down! That’s all you needed honestly.

Most of this was so you could get back at Eren but at the same time, some of it was because you had the tiniest crush on Armin ever since you both were little kids. Even though you’ve fucked a bunch of guys, had them sleep over, and dated a lot, your micro feelings for Armin were always resting in the back of your head coming to the surface when you were alone in your room with your hand between your thighs in your panties and a pillow pressed to your face to block your moans.

You’ve been doing that for quite a while as you’ve wanted Armin for years.

Since his junior year and your sophomore when you two landed in the same mixed gym class, he had his blonde bob and wore glasses during that time but you still wanted him. That one class when some loser let his hand slip and hit you in the face with a dodgeball; Armin was helping you to your feet with his hand accidentally cupping your ass which he, of course, apologized for but you didn’t mind. Not at all.

You wanted to tell him that so badly but of course there was Eren ruining everything after he got done yelling at that loser for hitting you. For the first time ever, eren decided to be a good big brother and not let Zeke fill that role instead and take you to the nurse when all you wanted was for Armin to take you there. You thought you’d get him to take you another way if he did but of course, Eren had to be a cock-block even when you both got back to class.

“Ah is she okay!?” Armin asked loudly as he rushed over to you and Eren as you both walked through the gymnasium doors with you holding a paper towel to your nose that was just running with blood in hopes that it wouldn’t continue its rapid flow. Eren took his arm from around your shoulders as he hummed “Yeah, she’s okay. It’s not broken or anything.” Armin let out a relieved sigh at your brother's words as he pushed his rectangle-framed glasses up while you shamelessly stared at him in his gym uniform that seemed a little too tight for him. You could see his scrawny body with little to no muscle (he’s working on it okay!) through his shirt.

Armin made eye contact with you “That’s good, thought we’d have to call Zeke to get you.” He said sweetly which made a smile appear on your face but it quickly fell at the sound of your brother’s voice “Yeah, thought I’d have to get Ymir and beat the hell out of that guy.” Ugh, he was annoying. Eren knew he couldn’t kick anyone's ass even if he had Superman’s powers and yet he was still saying he would.

Of course, Armin looked at him concerningly but said nothing and shook his head before turning to you once more “I’m just glad you’re okay.” He told you comfortingly as he embraced you into a hug with his hands resting on your lower back, you wished that they went even lower like they did before but what he whispered next into your ear really made you want that “Don’t tell Eren about earlier, ‘kay? He’d be so mad.”

He said it like he meant to put his hands on your ass which contradicted his previous apology and it riled you up and made your childhood crush really blossom and now…you had finally gotten your chance to act out all those fantasies and thoughts you had due to his words and piss Eren off at the same time. It’s like a dream come true!

So when you were getting ready to go to Armin's dorm on college campus for your study session that was hopefully going to turn into more, you made sure to put on the cutest black lace thong with a matching bra that was practically see-through, you could see the darkness of your nipples showing through the fabric before you put on your skimpy top and tight-fitting shorts.

Falsies fluttered constantly as you looked through them peering up at Armin’s dorm door waiting for him to come and open the door for you and his study session. You perked up at the sound of the door unlocking before it opened revealing the blonde already staring at you but his gaze turned confused very quickly and you knew why.

You looked stupid, didn’t you? Here for a study session and yet there was nothing in your hands, no books, no pencil, nothing. Everything you needed was in the pockets of your shorts, your phone, and of course a condom. “Hi Armin, can I come in?” You questioned looking him up and down, he was wearing the white tee and grey sweatpants combo that almost made you drop to your knees while foaming at the mouth clawing at the waistband of his pants in the middle of this hallway.

His blue eyes drifted down to your boobs that were practically out of your shirt but quickly returned to your face that had gained a promiscuous smirk at the drifting of his gaze “Uh y-yeah, sure.” Armin stammered shaking his head seemingly to snap himself out of a trance that your body put him in. He moved out of the way and let you walk inside the dorm room that he shared with Bertholdt but clearly, the male wasn’t here which would make this all the easier for you “So what do you need help with exactly, you didn’t bring anything?” Armin asked his voice less nervous than it was before as he closed the door and leaned against it while his eyes followed your body as you sat on the edge of his neatly-done bed kicking your shoes off.

You blinked your falsies at him as you leaned back on your palms “A lot, I just thought I’d watch you y’know…do some of the work.” You replied making sure to purse your glossy lips out a bit with your words as you gazed at the blonde that was inching closer to you “I think it’s easier if I watch someone like you do it.” It wasn’t a lie, you weren’t very good at science and Armin was but you were playing it up a little bit. Like you needed him…well you did just not in the way you were telling him.

Armin nervously crept over to his desk that had his PC and everything on it which was sometimes used to play video games loudly with Eren, Connie, and Jean but its main use was for school work “What do you mean?” He asked as you stood up grabbed a chair from Bertholdt’s side of the room and sat down right next to Armin who was glancing down at your cleavage and your thighs, and who knows what he was looking at when your back was turned. You never took Armin for a perv but you weren’t hating the idea of that.

“I mean smart people, eren’s useless so he can’t help me and Mikasa never has time. She’s always with Eren in his room.” You blabber watching as Armin’s blue eyes were focused on his computer screen which was now showing the science homework you two had and you saw all his little glimpses toward you and your chest but you didn’t say anything and sat there all pretty like you had no clue what he was doing. When for the first time ever you knew.

Whenever Armin talked about things he liked such as the ocean, ‘nerd stuff’, and whatnot, you were the only one who really listened. Like actually listened to the point when he referenced something from previous conversations, you were the only one who remembered every single thing. It was a miracle that no one knew about your crush, well no one cared to say anything because if pretty much any of the guys knew, they’d definitely say something and laugh at you for doing something so stupid that would make Eren murder someone.

Armin’s cheeks turned pink at the mention of Eren and Mikasa's private relations “What about the times he’s not?” You merely shook your head at his question as you watched him solve the science problems easily “It’s still easier to watch you. You’re smarter than Eren.” You said wrapping your arms around Armin’s and leaning against him snuggling your head into his shoulder and you felt Armin tense up at this action but he didn’t say anything about it.

“Thanks, (n/n),” Armin said with a sheepish smile as he glanced down at you before back at the computer screen. You placed your other hand on his thigh not wanting to waste any time here because Bertholdt could be back any minute, you didn’t even know where he was but you just didn’t want him to come back anytime soon.

A whimper let out from Armin’s lips as you began to rub his thigh gently moving your hand up closer to his crotch but only subtly though he could tell. Armin could tell anytime you touched him compared to someone else's no matter where you put your hands. Your hands were gentle when they touched him almost like you were scared to touch him. You weren’t.

You wanted to be as close to him as possible and savored every touch you got with him, you were definitely going to savor this night even if it was just a one-time thing “You’ve always been smart Armin…I thought it was cute.” You muttered softly as you looked up at the male who was already looking down at you nervously, his expression was so cute! His flushed face, his nervous gaze, and how he was nearly sweating just by your hand on his thigh.

“I still do y’know.” Your hand trailed up to the waistband of his sweatpants but you didn’t do anything but sink your fingertips past them just pulling them away from his skin and letting it slap back against his soft pale flesh. His skinny hand came down and placed itself on top of yours stopping you as you felt warmness overtake your skin “We–...We shouldn’t do this (n/n).” The blonde male said as he looked down at you like he was scared but he was obviously enjoying it with the movement you felt coming from his sweatpants.

The clacking of his keyboard had stopped and it was now silent in the room “Do you not want to?” You asked slowly drawing your hand away but his hand which was just resting on top of yours now had a tight hold on yours and was holding it in place which startled you, it was a drastic change from how gentle he always was with just his hand on yours.

Armin looked away as if he was ashamed of his actions “I just think Eren would be mad.” You knew that was coming soon, Armin was a lot of things, and stupid was definitely not one of them, not even a little bit and you knew he’d catch onto what you were trying to do and tell you something about Eren and blah blah blah but you obviously didn’t care much for that, only what he really wanted to do.

With his hold on your hand, it’s obvious he didn’t want you to go anywhere but you still had to make sure “But do you want to?” You questioned again ignoring his previous statement about your brother and how he might disapprove of it. Eren was a dick and if he wanted to play that card, you could too. You could be a dick by riding his best friend’s.

Armin stared down at you for a while thinking about what he should say and what it would mean if he said something “Yes but–” With that, your fingers went back to his waistband but this time you were gently pulling them down but not completely yet, just teasingly “...what if eren finds out? He’ll be so mad at me.” Armin continued saying those words he said in high school but a bit differently and the context behind it was very different and not just a small accident.

You glanced down at the band of his Nike Pros before looking back up at him through your lashes “I don’t care. Why do you? You want it right?” Armin was quick to nod at your question making a smile stretch across your glossy lips as you ran the tip of your finger over the Nike Logo on his boxers “Yeah…I guess he doesn’t have to find out, right?” Armin said leaning back in his chair his eyes locked on your fingers just wanting them to inch closer to his crotch nearly bitting into the softness of his pink bottom lip that was almost the same color as the apples of his cheeks that showed his enjoyment and flustered feeling.

You shook your head not breaking eye contact with him “I won’t say anything.” You said seductively allowing your hands to slip past the waistband of his boxers and into the small bush of his blonde pubes before lowering it further to his cock.

Armin’s back arched slightly as he felt your hands wrap around him “I w-won’t say anything either.” He sputtered out as you moved your hand up and down while remaining eye contact with him, god you were such a bitch. Keeping eye contact with him while slowly jerking him off knowing it’d make him more embarrassed and completely bricked.

You leaned up releasing your hold on his arm and pressing a kiss to his lips that were letting out small whimpers and grunts. It grew sloppy very fast with Armin being eager. His hips were bucking up into your hand and his hands were just by his side not knowing where to go or what to touch, maybe your wrist? Your waist? Your shoulder? Or should he just keep them where they were? His mind was full of just you and only you that he couldn’t even think straight and you hadn’t even really begun to do anything yet.

You moaned into his mouth as he did the same before gently pulling away with a thin string of saliva connecting you two, your lip gloss was now on his lips and even around it, you could only imagine what it looked like on your lips now. Armin watched as your head tilted down to the movement you were causing in the confinements of his pants before you looked right back at him tilting your head curiously.

“Can I?” Armin wasn’t sure exactly what you were asking here but he had an idea so he nodded ferociously but when your hand left his pants, he got confused.

When he saw you beginning to take off your panties and shorts in one go, that’s when he caught on and began to do the same. He lifted his hips to slide off his grey sweatpants and then his all-black Nike Pros allowing both of the clothing articles to pool at his ankles as he sat there awkwardly waiting for you.

You grinned up at Armin before transferring yourself to his lap using it as a chair but you were just hovering over him now with your knees on each side of him supporting your body as you lined him up with your dripping cunt.

Armin’s hands instinctively went to your waist as you rested on his shoulders. The male stared up at you as you carefully perfected the lineup to make sure he didn’t miss the hole, he’d wanted you for the longest and he finally was going to get you. I mean, this wasn’t how he was planning on it going down, he was going to ask you out and then you guys would get to this part but this was okay too. It was great actually because he didn’t know if he could wait until you two started to date to get some of you. He definitely could not but good thing you’re a slut right?

A loud moan left your mouth as you slowly lowered yourself onto Armin’s cock making him throw his head back while he leaned back in his chair.

His back arched as you fully sunk, his legs spread allowing you to bottom out as you let out a whimper at Armin’s nails digging into the bare flesh of your hips harshly surely leaving indents there “Are you okay?” Armin asked as he managed to open his eyes and look at you reaching up one of his hands to cup your cheek carefully.

That’s one of the things you loved most about him. He was always thinking about other people. You were sure Armin was losing his mind right now by the way he was scarcely thrusting up into you and the grunts in between his words and yet he was still making sure you were okay when you were way more than okay. Nearly losing yourself in how full you felt but you were still feeling amazing.

You nodded your head as you smiled at him “Of course. Are you?” Armin nodded silently at your question taking in the warmth of being inside you and how tight you were, squeezing him every other second. You began to play with his hair slicking it back and running your fingers through it making a mess of the beautiful blonde locks. You wish you’d been able to do this when he had his long hair but this was just as enjoyable.

Armin leaned in for a kiss again which you happily obliged to. The kiss started sweet and soft as your hands went to his neck holding onto him for support as you began to grind on him rubbing your thighs against his which made the brutal feeling of his nails piercing into your skin grow. You and Armin's tongues fought for dominance with it quickly ending with Armin taking control, you’d like to say you let him but you didn’t. He won the battle and got a little rougher with his win.

He kissed you harsher as he pulled you closer to his body. Armin lifted you taking you by surprise before slamming you back down on him making you shout into the kiss and biting down onto Armin’s lip “Sorry…” You muttered as you broke the kiss watching as Armin touched his bottom lip which was bleeding a bit before looking down at the tip of his finger “It’s fine. Just keep going, baby.” You couldn’t even think of a response and just continued your grinding but this time you were bouncing a bit closing your eyes as you moaned.

Armin’s hand snuck up your shirt and under your bra squeezing your boob roughly as he went and buried his face in your neck kissing and sucking on you, covering the bare skin with purple marks some darker than others. His nails released their hold on your skin and his hand trailed down to your butt harshly groping it as he bit down on your neck smearing the blood of his lip all over your neck.

“Fuck.” You cursed getting quicker with your pace as you fucked yourself on his cock while whimpering like a slut. It’s a little crazy how Armin was just the one that was whimpering a second ago but now you were and he was the cause.

You never pictured Armin as a rough lover. In your fantasies, he was always so gentle, so calm, his fingers softly trailing over your skin as he whispered comforting words into your ears. Nothing like how he was in reality, biting you, covering you in hickies, creating indents in your skin from how rough he was grabbing you.

You weren’t necessarily complaining, it just took you by surprise and you didn’t know how to react other than with your moans of delight “So pretty. You put this on for me?” Armin asked as he backed away from your neck leaning right back in his chair as he lifted your shirt revealing the lacy bra, you didn’t even say anything and just nodded rapidly while continuing to moan “Was for me to take off or look at ‘cus...I don’t know which one I wanna do.” The blonde cooed looking up at you as you finally opened your eyes to look at him. You’ve never really seen Armin look at you like that, you’ve never seen him look at anyone like that. His eyes lidded damn nere closed, lust in his eyes, a smirk on his face and it seemed as if the blue of his eyes were more noticeable than usual. They were practically glowing as they traveled up and down your half-naked body.

“I don’t know…” You blabbered. You couldn’t even remember what you put the bra on for if it was just for him to look at or if it was for him to take it off too. You just wanted to look pretty for him and didn’t think that far ahead into what he would do “C’mon baby…you gotta know.” Armin whispered slapping a hand on your ass and making you jolt up earning a small whimper from him.

If you didn’t know before, you definitely don’t know now with how he was talking to you “W-Which ever you want.” You sputtered out as you slowed down your movements trying to compose yourself your eyes shutting close again.

Armin hummed in delight at your words “Really? I think I’m gonna keep it on you. Makes ‘em look so pretty.” He spoke lowly running one of his fingers over the pattern of the lace, his eyes locked on your boobs less ashamed now. You nodded and hummed as you sat still on him getting more sensitive by the moment just from him being inside of you.

The male’s blue eyes drifted down to where you two were connected and looked back up at you “Baby, you’re gorgeous and I love you but I’m gonna need you to move a little faster f’me.” Armin cooed smiling up at you. It’s not like you were going fast exactly before you stopped but something was better than nothing even if he wanted much more.

You smiled brightly and opened your eyes peering down at him “I love you too Armin.” The blonde let out a laugh and his smile widened. It was no surprise that you only paid attention to that part of his sentence, it looked like there was nothing in that head of yours anymore “You need me to take control? You can just lay there and look pretty, I don’t mind.” He said sweetly tilting his head slightly making his blonde hair sway and it made him look even more pretty.

No matter how much he cut his hair, his golden locks were always so silky especially when they moved in the slightest tilt of his head or the small blow of the wind “No, I-I got it.” You said placing your hands on his chest before beginning to move once more but this time you weren’t grinding with the addition of small bouncing, you were going up and down making slapping sounds echo off the off-white walls with wet sounds following it.

Groans escaped Armin’s throat with some slips of whimpers and whines as he threw his head back, hands gripping your ass as if his life depended on it while your tits bounced in the lacy fabric in his face. Armin’s blue eyes stayed focused on you and didn’t close once, he wanted to keep looking at you and how pretty you looked with your mouth wide open letting out pornographic sounds.

Armin had never admitted it to anyone in the world but he always thought you were the most beautiful girl he had ever seen. He believed it when he was young and still believed it.

Even though he hadn’t told anyone about it, a few people caught on when he was younger maybe in his elementary or middle school years? He didn’t quite remember but what he did remember was when Eren came to him during their math class and told him about how obvious his feelings for you were. Armin was so embarrassed when that happened and a little devastated by what Eren said but he did it anyway because that was his best friend and he’d do anything for him.

But looking back at that, he was sure he only agreed to that because Eren was his only friend and he was very much a pushover.

“Armin, I know you like my sister.” Eren had told him when sitting down on the empty desk beside the blonde’s with a straight face. Armin’s face went pale and his eyes widened in shock at that moment not knowing what to say as he was just doing long division a second ago.

He dropped his #2 pencil on the worksheet and pushed his glasses up “Don’t lie. I always see you looking at her.” Eren said narrowing his eyes at his friend practically sensing that guilty excuses of denial were soon going to start pouring out of his friend’s mouth “Sorry eren…She’s just…very pretty.” The long-haired boy muttered as he began fumbling with his fingers while looking at his lap refusing to meet his friend’s eyes.

Eren sighed as he dropped his head understanding how he was probably making his friend very nervous “I know. I can’t keep those stupid soccer boys away from her.” He grumbled remembering all the times he’s literally had to jump in front of you with his arms in the air yelling for them to back away from his little sister. He didn’t think you were old enough to be dating even though he’s had his fair share of five-day relationships. Eren would use that excuse for you until you were in the eighth grade and would then lay out a list of guys you shouldn’t date because ‘they’re the worst guys ever’ which consisted of soccer guys, basketball guys, and Jean. Jean was the only specific name on there.

Armin glanced up at his friend still nervous as he shuffled in his seat “Look, I don’t care if you like her or anything but don’t date her! I’d love to have you as a brother but she’s super annoying, you deserve better than her.” Eren said with a small pout on his lips making Armin laugh but the blue-eyed boy nodded while agreeing with the conditions “Okay eren. I won’t date her.”

It was stupid how he told Eren that but continued to like you after all this time. Armin was sure that the ‘deserved better than her’ reason had worn off now and was replaced by something like ‘It’s just so gross’ and Armin understood where Eren was coming from now. He and Eren had kissed two times at two separate parties both times with them being basically blackout drunk and of course, you didn’t know, no one knew and that’s the way both of them wanted it to stay, and Eren seeing him start dating his sister after all of that would be very weird for Eren and Armin. Armin still wanted to date you regardless though but was still considering how Eren would feel about it.

But who said he couldn’t fuck you? Eren didn’t have to know about that and if he did find out, it’d just be something to ease him into accepting Armin dating you.

Plus, it’s not like Armin cared very much about what Eren felt now that he was six inches deep inside of the warmth of your soaking cunt.

“Ughn! Shit, you feel so good.” Armin whined loudly as he squeezed his eyes closed feeling a tightness in his stomach but he quickly snapped them back open reminding himself of the beauty in front of him who was quite literally doing all the work to make him and herself feel good. Shit, by the way, you were fucking yourself out, he wouldn’t have cared if you wanted to peg the shit outta him.

The pleasure both of you felt was soon interrupted by a loud ringing of someone’s phone. You opened your eyes and turned your head around slowing the bouncing and resorting to grinding which made Armin hate phones “Who is it?” He asked though it came out as a whine with his heavy breathing. You saw his phone glowing and ringing on the desk which his PC sat on and you squinted trying to see the contact name through the growing tears of pleasure and when you saw it your eyes widened and you let out a whine of frustration.

It was Eren. Stupid Eren being a cockblock once again.

Yeah, you did this whole thing to get back at Eren and take advantage of your anger against your brother to finally do what you’ve wanted to for a while but if he called, you were going to stop. Having your brother listen to you fucking his best friend was disgusting. His finding out about it was a whole other thing and now in the state of mind you were from this dick that made you dumb, you didn’t really care too much about if he’d find out at all.

Fuck, this wasn’t even about getting back at Eren anymore. This was about feeling your desire and your need for the blonde.

“S’ eren…” You muttered turning back to Armin with a saddened look on your face and his eyes widened too seemingly snapping out of whatever trance you had put him in. He took his hand off the flesh of your ass and went to reach for his phone with his hand trembling from the pleasure he was still receiving from your small movements but you placed one of your hands on the desk in front of the phone before he could grab it.

You shook your head as you sped up the pace lifting yourself up and down once more “Don’t get it.” You pleaded looking down at Armin hoping to persuade him to just ignore the call and he didn’t say anything and just stared back at you. He broke eye contact and looked behind you seeing the phone and sighed. He knew Eren was just going to keep calling until he eventually got the idea that he was not going to answer the phone and he’d definitely get scolded for not picking up.

Fuck it. It’s whatever.

“Fine.” The Arlert male said looking back up at you and you smiled slightly before picking up the pace making Armin’s calm manner quickly disappear and back into his little whines and deep groans “Fuck, you killing me.” Armin said with a groan his hand gripping the edge of the desk and his other digging his short nails into your ass once again remaking the marks that had faded.

You leaned down and began placing sloppy kisses onto the fair-colored skin of his neck and he gave you full access with his head being thrown back. Your body pressed further against his with your boobs pressing against his hard chest making you moan onto his neck from the feeling of your sensitive nipples pressing against him.

You could feel yourself inching closer and closer to a release with every second and every bounce. You were falling more in love with Armin as his pretty groans and whimpers filled the silence along with yours, he was so sweet, so gentle yet still so rough but it was the perfect balance.

That balance was pleasurable enough but the sound of your moans mixing with his was like the most perfect lemonade to ever exist. Sweet and Sour, the sour was his occasional deep groans after the sweetness of his whimpers had run out.

Your back arched as you let out a loud whine letting go and cumming all over his cock biting down on his neck as your toes curled.

However, Armin hadn’t cum and he was not done. Not one bit. His other hand came back to your ass and he continued to bounce you up and down even after you had stopped to catch your breath “Sorry…just need this s’bad!” Armin apologized with his voice wavering. You weren’t really sure what he was apologizing for exactly, maybe the increase in roughness? Maybe the sudden force? It didn’t matter because you didn’t care. He was just helping you ride out your orgasm. Well, the rest of it.

Soon you felt his warm seed sputtering inside of you and filling you all up, it seemed endless until it stopped “Did I hurt you? Are you okay?” Armin asked through his deep breaths, his chest rising and falling under your sweaty palm as you retracted your face from the crook of his neck to look at him breathing just as heavy as he was.

You shook your head lightly “No, m’ okay…” You whispered as you tried to catch your breath and Armin nodded at your answer.

His hands went to your hips much gentler than they were before almost as if you were fine china and it was the first time he was using you and in a way, it was. He lifted you from his limp cock with ease and allowed you to stand to your feet but your legs and feet had fallen asleep by now, it’d be pretty hard to walk home now “What are you doing?” Armin asked as he saw you bending over to grab the clothes you had discarded while he pulled up his Nike Pros but kicked the sweatpants off.

You looked at him not really knowing what to say and just shrugged your shoulders “Can’t leave yet, I still gotta clean you up.” Armin said standing to his feet and swooping you into his arms not asking you or giving you any heads-up so you sat there being carried confused as to what he was doing.

“I just do that myself when I get home.” You said as the blonde carried you to the bathroom kicking open the cracked door before waddling over to the tub “Why? It’s the least I can do, you were practically doing all the work.” Armin said laughing awkwardly as he set you inside the porcelain tub being careful before reaching over and letting you take the remainder of your clothing off before turning on the faucet letting the warm water flow into the tub and onto your feet.

It wasn’t necessarily a secret that you had your more than fair share of horrible boyfriends but not everyone in the world knew. Armin and a few of you two’s other friends knew because either you told them or Eren blabbed his mouth to them about every time you’d complain to him about some stupid guy and that’s the reason why Armin knew about almost everything.

Since the ninth grade, he’d heard from Eren about all the horrible guys you’ve dated who played you, lied, cheated, yelled, even left you stranded at a party and all Armin wished was that you found a guy that actually found the sweetness and greatness in you. He wished more than anything that it would be him.

He dreamed about all the things he’d do for you, to you, and with you, that’d put a smile on your face. All the things you’d deserve that he’d give you even if it nearly killed him.

He wanted that more than ever right now as he looked at you relaxing in the hot water that was filling up the tub very fast. He reached his hand into the tub and grabbed yours holding it comfortingly and rubbing his thumb over your knuckles which made your eyes open and dart to him “I love you (y/n).” Armin spoke softly leaning his cheek against the side of his tub never looking away from you with his light-colored eyelashes fluttering with minor blinks and it seemed as if he was trying to stop blinking so he wouldn’t waste a single second looking away from you.

“I love you too Armin.” You said with a kind smile on your face as you squeezed his hand with his cheeks turning red from your words. Your smile slowly turned from kind to mischievous as your pure thoughts changed to the complete opposite realizing you were naked.

You lifted your foot out of the tub and rested it on the edge which drew the blonde’s attention “Y’know armin…I didn’t learn much from your study session.” You whispered looking back up at Armin who very quickly caught onto what you were trying to say and got incredibly embarrassed “Come on, you’re the one that called it that…” He muttered lifting his head from the side of the tub as he looked away from you his cheeks burning a bright red.

That was true, you were the one who called it that but you both didn’t even attempt to get down to the science. Got down and dirty before Armin could even get to the beginning of the science work “Yeah but I hope we get another one, I actually wanna learn somethin’.” You said shrugging your shoulders as you placed your other leg on the other side of the tub spreading them.

Armin’s eyes were locked on your wet legs as water dripped in droplets from your calves, he wondered if his cum was still there or if it had washed out into the water “What next? Seems like you got biology down pretty good.” He said meeting your eyes again with a smile on his face that matched yours.

“Maybe neuroscience. I can teach you stuff too like what makes girls happy.” Armin almost laughed at how you were referring to serotonin but clearly forgot what it was called, he would’ve if he didn’t watch how the drops of water rolled down your tits to your areolas and down to your tummy.

Armin brought his hand to your leg and rubbed it up and down making you bite down into your lip “I think I know what makes girls happy.” He said his hand growing closer to your crotch moving down to your inner thigh and the ache in your cunt returned practically pulsing as you watched the way he looked at you. Seemed he realized the way you were squeezing around nothing.

You tilted your head as you looked at him sinking deeper into the warm water “Really? What makes me happy then?” You questioned with a whine slipping out with each inch Armin’s hand came closer and his smirk widened as the glowing in his eyes returned as if he was some sort of predator getting ready to pounce and eat you alive.

“Me.”

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Modern College Student/BF Armin Arlert Headcanons

(rewatching aot and damn I forgot how much I love armin. someone pls put me onto some good armin fan fiction? this boy doesn’t get anough attention honestly, lemme know if you guys want me to do anyone else, im thinking eren next?)

Pre law student

I think in the modern world, Armin would only look at his love for the ocean and nature as hobbies. When it comes to investing in his education and making money to support himself and his family, he’d go into a major he’s good at just to be safe. And that’s persuasive arguments, crazy attention to detail and maybe a little manipulation for the greater good so yeah…lawyer it is 🙂

Currently focusing on political science for his BA before law school

Shares a small apartment with Eren and Mikasa cuz they all looked at dorm life and were collectively like “yea, fuck that”

Armin and Mikasa are up first every morning, and they usually share a lil breakfast together before deciding which one should dare try to drag Eren out of bed

Has the best color-coded notes, the type of student to type into the chats links to resources he found helpful when doing the homework, pulls thru with the quizlet right before quizzes

Heavy on that study beats, listens to it even when not studying

Has canva pro and no you cannot use it 🫶🏻

Strict study schedule but he doesn’t go overboard like other honor kids. He gives himself plenty of breaks and plans his workload so he can enjoy his weekends bc he knows he’ll be useless all burnout

His Starbucks order is an iced brown sugar oat milk shaken espresso, sometimes with a blueberry muffin, boy likes his sweets

The Starbucks staff around the corner knows him personally and even have a lil crush on him since he's there so often, polite and always puts something in the tip jar (he may get a few free cake pops here and there)

Loves the sims and doing little legacy challenges, the type to get emotional when his sim gets married or has kids because he fr raised them

Deep into the lore too, has his theories about Bella Goth and hates Don Lothario with a passion

One time Eren deleted his saved family and Armin didn’t speak to that man for two weeks

Secretly loves fanfiction but only found family fanfiction bc it reminds him so much of his relationship with Eren and Mikasa. Soft spot for anything Harry Potter tho (proud ravenclaw)

I don’t think he’d smoke weed bc I feel like he’d be a paranoid high so it’d be more stressful than relaxing tbh

But he always trip sits his friends!

Will go to parties if dragged along but the most he’ll drink is like a twisted tea or white claw and just kinda watch his friends get hammered like 🫣

The type of guy at the party who’ll get dragged into some drunk crying girl’s story about her bf and he’s just sitting there with his one drink, sober asf like, “omfg bestie! you need to dump him, like i’ll help you draft that text rn”

Smells like Johnson and Johnsons baby soap and like he’s so embarrassed about it but his skin is so sensitive he has to use the goo goo gaga stuff

Other than that he kinda smells like fresh laundry? Uses too much detergent and dryer sheets so his clothes smell like extra good and he doesn’t wear cologne so yeah, hope you like Tide bitches✌🏼

Very loyal to the vanilla bean burts bees chapstick

Has a blue hydro flask that he always has with him, also constantly reminding his friends to drink more water

Totally has scared Eren by telling him about kidney stones and how the dumbass might have to just pee out rocks if he doesn’t drink sum fucking water.

Eren now takes hydrating v seriously :)

Most of his friends will go to him more than their actual advisor bc Armin is just much more helpful tbh and he loves telling them which classes or internships they should take.

Actually prefers articles and podcasts over books bc of practicality and he already has to read so fucking much for school

But is lowkey one of the annoying ppl where like any conversation you’ll have will end with him like, “Oh earlier I was listening to this one podcast and-”

Has painted his nails a few times but I think he’s a nail biter so he kinda stopped after unintentionally eating so much nail polish

Secret passion for skin care, may or may not be a skincarebyhyram stan

Tried countless times to get Eren to at least wear spf everyday but yea, that bitch don’t listen

Mikasa does tho and they actually go to sephora together once every month for lil skincare hauls (baddie w her baddie friend)

Calls his grandpa everyday, even if it’s just for a few minutes bc he knows his grandpa is all alone now that he left for school and armin just wants him to know that he’s doing fine and making him proud

As your Bf

You guys probably met thru a friend of a friend, most likely you befriended Mikasa or Eren and they started bringing you over and eventually Armin would meet you

Bc in no way would Armin actively search for something romantic when his main focus rn is getting his degree but like damn you were just-

Wow

Anyway, as your bf expect literally so many forehead kisses

Kinda clingy bc he is indeed a scorpio, once it’s official between you two every night he’s like “so we sleeping at my place or yours?”

Bc why would you guys just sleep apart from each other?

Armin fr forgot how to

Fav cuddle position is you on your back and him with his head on your chest and arms around your waist

Bonus if you play with his hair and whisper sweet nothings by his temple

I’m on team soft dom armin, boy is a ppl pleaser for sure but still a dom

He’s pretty vanilla and heavy on praise, but if you want him to go hard and degrade you or manhandle you, he would as long as you guys set up a safeword first

His post nut clarity would hit hard tho and he would be so afraid you saw him as some sort of sexist pig afterwards

“WOMEN ARE BEAUTIFUL AND STRONG, IN NO WAY DO I CODONE-”

“Babe chill all you did was spank me.”

If you have a vagina, he is like super educated on the anatomy🤓

Fr makes you pee after sex

Washes his hands before fingering you and you’re just sitting there trying to stay in the mood like “😀”

Tbh the only things I think would be off the table for Armin is anything unhygienic or like anything involving other ppl bc boy is too insecure and possessive for anyone else to be seeing you like that

Sex on the beach isn’t happening either.

If you try to convince him he would just be like,”Sand will end up everywhere (y/n)! Honestly, it’s like you WANT a yeast infection!”

Having a pre law bf is literally having your own attorney at your beck and call

If you have a problem with a teacher for example, Armin would fr hop on a call with the college and be like “sweetie, who was the head of your department again?”

Next thing you know the poor teacher is fired lol

Can and will fight all your battles

The perfect study buddy, like he'll make flashcards for you without you even asking or telling him what the next test was about?

You never have to edit or revise your essays again, Armin is just proud that you wrote it all out, he’ll take care of it from there so all you have to do later is submit

Armin made one day of the week your guys’ date night and literally someone would have to die in order for him to reschudle bc the boy takes it sooo seriously

Literally Eren can call from the hospital and Armin will just be like “you know what day it is? Right, it’s Thursday. Which is date night for me and Y/n. So unless that broken arm turns into organ failure, don’t call me!”

Date nights are museums, cafes, planetariums, sometimes you guys will even take a class together

But honestly, the best dates are the ones you guys have at home bc he likes just having you all to himself

Boy is jealous, but more so possessive

Like, it takes a very certain action to piss him off enough to act outwardly bitchy

Boys can make you laugh, they can compliment you, they can try to impress you

But if a boy were to try to protect and care for you?

Armin will snap

Thats literally his job and he sees it as a threat

Will go out of his way to make the dude look really incompentent.

Your study partner brought you a snack bc they know you missed breakfast?

“Y/n doesn’t like that brand, it hurts their tummy. Maybe you should ask before just shoving whatever in their face😒”

Its cold out and some guy offers you their jacket?

“Woah there, prince charming, I don't think your 10 dollar Old Navy hoodie is gonna cut it. Darling, why don’t we head inside and get you a hot drink? 😇”

A guy friend stops by with some medicine bc he heard you were at home sick?

Armin’s there at the door like, “My baby’s immune system is really weak right now, the last thing they need is strangers just coming over and making them sicker. How thoughtless are you?🤬”

Fights don’t really happen bc Armin is so good at de escalating situations, he’s also just such a simp for you that you’ll always gets your way

The only fights he won’t back down from are the ones where he feels like your safety is at risk

Over his dead fucking body would you do anything even remotely dangerous

This is where I see manipulative Armin. He’d use his skills to convince you that you didn’t even care about what you were arguing for in the first place

At first he might feel a little guilty but after realizing you’re objectively safer from his manipulation, he doesn’t feel as bad

Kinda yandere tbh, but really soft and not dangerous

Your location should always be on tho☺️

Fav Nicknames for you: darling, baby, princess/prince

Songs that fit the vibe: Turning Page by Sleeping At Last, Bad Habit by Steve Lacy and As The World Caves In by Mat Maltese

“Yes, it’s you I welcome death with, as the world caves in.”

“Nothing makes me stronger than your fragile heart.”

“Thought you were too good for me my dear, never gave me time of day my dear.”

#armin headcanons #armin arlert #armin aot #aot #attack on titan #modern attack on titan #armin x you #yandere aot #yandere armin #attack on titan headcanons #college armin #anime headcanons #yandere attack on titan #daddy armin #yandere anime #headcanons

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𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐬𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐞

bertholdt x fem!reader

modern au, college au, established relationship, slight music nerd bertholdt, bertholdt is above 6’4, reiner ships you and bert so hard (´◡`)

wc - 4.0k

warnings - kissing, overthinking, insecurities abt relationship, kinda bad 😭

a/n - wrote this on a whim when i was on my work break so it’s not the best 🙁 unedited and kinda messy

bertholdt loves it when it's just you two.

having his head cuddled between your plush thighs as you play with his brunette shag you hoped he never cut - watching the princess diaries in a comfortable silence you two shared so often that came with a growing mutual understanding of your budding relationship. he kisses the side of your plush thigh once in awhile when you run your hands over the side of his head in that way you always do when youre positioned like this on nights like these - when reiner is gone slaving away at practice right before the big game and it's just you two showering each other with affection.

that's until reiner comes back to his shared apartment with his best friend of over 5 years.

"reiner!" bertholdt slightly yelled like it was bloody murder. bertholdt quickly stood up, getting his abnormally big head (and big body) away from your thighs trying to act like nothing was happening - which was exactly happening. bertholdt accidentally pulled you off the couch as he frantically got up, a thud coming under you and a sympathetic look coming from bertholdt. sure - bertholdt loves showering you with his affection, but he'll never actually parade it in front of others, including the person who has seen him naked several times.

"what are you doing here?" he stupidly asked like him and reiner haven’t been living together for a whole year now.

"oh you know - coming back to my lovely home after a long day at practice.” reiner explains as he drops his gym bag and take off his sneakers, not acknowledging his best friends awkwardness to make him and you feel better.

it’s been a routine for the past couple of months. he’ll come home, see you and bertholdt cuddling, lost in your own world, and bertholdt being abruptly deported from his own little world with you whenever reiner appears into the living room.

reiner finds it slightly entertaining, not just how embarrassed bertholdt gets but the way bertholdt can easily be this close to you; you’ve created your own world with each other, speaking a language only you and bertholdt can understand. sure bertholdt’s awkward tendencies get in the way of him showing his love for you but reiner can see the way you love each other when he sees you two giggle at the plural form of ball.

and when you scold him for eating peanuts ever since he found out he was allergic to them because during your guys first date, they brought out a bowl of peanuts as an appetizer and apparently peanuts aren’t supposed to hurt your mouth like that (yet he still eats them).

and when he makes CDs for you filled with the static noise he calls music reiner and annie can’t stand yet you somehow like it.

and when you made reiner secretly steal all his pants one by one so you could tailor them to fit into his long legs.

and when bertholdt loves you to the point where he creates and you love him to the point where you can invent.

and when bertholdt gets too lost in his head, and reiner or annie never know what to do, but somehow you’re the only who could find him, and when bertholdt makes sure you don’t ever get lost, ever.

and when reiner comes home, after a long day at football practice, and he catches a quick glimpse into your shared world with bertholdt, speaking your own language, and he sees how he becomes you and you become him in the way you two hold each other. reiner likes this bertholdt, don’t get him wrong, he also likes awkward bertholdt a lot as well but he knows bertholdt is a lot more than an awkward sweaty lanky mess. he’s just happy that bertholdt has someone to be himself around - even his awkward self. and reiner would totally try pushing bertholdt to be more comfortable with holding you in front of others but right now, he smells like wet grass and total ass and he can’t feel his legs; trying to push bertholdt out of his box will have to wait.

apart, scratch that, a good chunk of you finds it insulting. like him being your boy and you being his girl is hell on earth. you know bertholdt loves you. of course he does! you’re his own prayer. but sometimes - he gets up a little too fast whenever reiner comes home, and it makes you do the unthinkable; overthink.

which is exactly what you’re doing right now as bertholdt helps you up the floor and you could feel his once dry palm, which he used to play with the side of your thighs as you played with his hair, now moist do to his nervousness. you sighed under your breath and grabbed your jacket and bag from the front door.

“alright, gonna take this as my sign to leave.” you said avoiding eye contact with bertholdt and reiner while zipping up your jacket.

bertholdt knows you’re annoyed. and he knows you’ll tell him that it’s fine.

“good luck tomorrow reiner!” you yelled as you were making your way out the door.

“wait!” bertholdt ran after you, swiftly putting on his house slippers, “let me walk you out!” bertholdt grabbed the top of the door frame preventing it from slamming, ducked his tall body under the door frame, and gently closed the door making sure he wouldn’t bother reiner.

you waited for him as he jogged a short distance to catch up to you.

“hey,” he greeted you like you weren’t hanging out the whole day.

you know you should say hi back, you always do, but you know what he always does? he always pushes you away when reiner comes home. and it’s not his fault for being so shy, but still, can’t a girl hold her boyfriend in peace?

“are you mad?” bertholdt asked with the worried look on his face he always seemed to have.

“no.” you briskly told him, keeping your eyes forward.

bertholdt sighs as he pushes the button for the elevator to go down. your arms are crossed as you wait for one of the elevators to be available. usually you and bertholdt would talk about everything and nothing - why he hates his philosophy professor, king krule possibly coming to paradis, if you should get those jeans from jaded london, giving him a fake palm reading just to touch his hands, looking at the view from the window in the elevator room and people-watching into the apartment complex across the street - but right now, it’s silent, and not the comfortable kind you two always have but the “please don’t be mad” kind.

“are you sure you’re not mad?” he asks, a little exasperated watching you walk into the elevator while you try to avoid eye contact. he walks in after you, distracted from how worried he is about you, the tall oaf ends up hitting his head on the sill of the elevator.

“Ow!” he rubs his forehead with his pointer finger and his thumb trying to numb the pain. he ducks down to the mirror of the elevator to check for any bleeding and catches you trying not to laugh your ass off at your oaf of a boyfriend. you have the prettiest smile, he swears. he tries to suppress his own smile as he hears you fail and you erupt into snorts and giggles.

“do I have to hurt myself in order for you to acknowledge me?” he jokingly asks.

“yes.” you respond as you still have a grin on your face from your fit of laughter not too long ago. bertholdt presses the button to go down to the garage, giving you a quick kiss on the cheek to reassure you about whatever you’re upset about.

bertholdt walks you to your car, still a little cautious around you.

“what’s on your mind? i know something’s wrong.” bertholdt steps in front of you, preventing you from going any further to your car. bertholdt isn’t letting you go to sleep tonight feeling like this.

“it’s nothing really.” and it really is nothing, to you at least but not to bertholdt.

“it’s something.” bertholdt quickly retorts gently bringing his hand to yours.

you’re a little emotional, you’ve always been.

“can you just hold me? there’s no one around.” you reassure him. bertholdt’s heart stings at your act of reassuring him. bertholdt looks around for a moment and hugs your body to his in the empty parking garage, feeling your specific type of inviting warmth to his chest and having the smell of your vanilla coconut leave in conditioner scent hug his nose. he’s leaning against your car as you lean into him.

“are you mad because i pull away from you whenever reiner comes home?” he gently asks as he gave you a kiss on your head.

“im not mad, just..”

bertholdt gives you all the time to continue.

“just..are you embarrassed of being in a relationship with me or something?” you look up at him, slightly teary eyed, hoping he wouldn’t notice. but he does; because he wants to make sure you’ll never get lost.

“no! of course im not!” he furrows his eyebrows at you. you stare up at him looking if he’s telling the truth. and you know he is but overthinking gets the best of you sometimes. “you should be the one embarrassed to be in a relationship with me!” bertholdt jokes to make you feel better.

you smile as you hug him tighter, “never.”

“it’s just sometimes i feel like you are embarrassed of me.” you push the side of your face into his chest, avoiding eye contact once again.

“I’m not.” and he isn’t. bertholdt looks down at you with sympathy in his eyes, rubbing and kneading your back. he knows you deserve someone who can hold you whenever they please.

“you know how shy I get.” bertholdt reassures you that it’s his problem, not yours.

“i know.” you tell him. “i don’t want you to do anything that makes you uncomfortable. I just want you to hold me, just right now.”

“trust me, holding you doesn’t make me uncomfortable.”

bertholdt holds you in his strong arms like you’re a dove. every touch from him is carefully placed. you pout your lips signaling for a small kiss. as soon as he reaches down to give you a quick kiss, the tip of his ears red from his meekness, here comes porco galliard and his loud ass car beeping twice at you two. your eyes crinkle at his cars bright ass headlights and bertholdt lets you go from his grasp, not wanting porco to see the monstrous act of holding his girlfriend.

“give this to reiner for me!” the boy named after a pig yelled through his rolled down passenger window and threw out reiner’s jockstrap, bertholdt catching it as he let out a sigh of dissent. porco irresponsibly and annoyingingly, may I add, sped out of the garage, bertholdt yelling at him to slow down.

your eyebrows furrowed in distress when your giant of a boyfriend let you go. you watch as he slightly jogs after the speeding car and yells at the pig man driving it to slow down. bertholdt walks towards you, the dissatisfied look in your eyes wishing he kissed you a few moments earlier. bertholdt gives you a sympathetic smile as he held reiner’s jockstrap in between his fingers.

“bye,” you curtly smile back and tried as fast as you could to get into your car as you ignored your boyfriends goodbyes.

bertholdt watched your car drive out of the parking garage, a disappointed groan coming from his body.

the olive skinned boy closes his apartment door with a sigh. it pains him to know that there’s apart of you, that may grow into a chunk, that thinks he’s ashamed of you. and you know he isn’t, but he knows how you overthink. hell, he can’t blame you. if he was in your position, he would think the same thing too.

but bertholdt is shy - painfully shy, almost like he’s cursed to be this way forever, and it’s not like he doesn’t want to hold you the way he does behind closed doors in front of others. if bertholdt could, he’d have you attached to the hip.

bertholdt is just…how you say - modest.

one touch, and he knows he’s gone.

it took him at least three months into the relationship for him to even comfortably hold you, and took him another three for it to become a regular thing. every touch from your fingertips is a modified blow, and bertholdt is made of glass. the first time you molded your hands to the side of his face, he swore he shattered into a thousand pieces. and you put him back all together. you touch him like a prayer, a prayer only you two understand. the first time you touched bertholdt, when you held his face, or when he laid his head in between your thighs, or when his senses are overloaded with you - bertholdt feels his heart take root in his body, discovering something he doesn’t even have a name for.

so it’s not that bertholdt is embarrassed, he just craves even the slightest brush of your fingertips against his skin too much.

“You forgot your jockstrap.” bertholdt throws it to a now freshly showered reiner, who is currently eating his second bowl of lucky charms right now.

“thanks.” states a tired reiner.

reiner put his now empty bowl in the sink while bertholdt got ready for bed.

“goodnight bertholdt.” reiner slaps bertholdt’s flat ass.

“goodnight reiner.” bertholdt does the same to reiner.

reiner yawns and before closing his bedroom door, he peeks his head out, and with tired eyes and a tired voice, he tells his best friend since middle school,

“if you could slap my ass every night, you can hold your girl without being a scaredy cat about it by the way.”

bertholdt looks back at him with a surprised look on his face.

“you should hold her more.” reiner states before he kicks his bedroom close and going to sleep for his game tomorrow.

and bertholdt agrees.

these intrusive thoughts aren’t letting you sleep. the many times bertholdt has pushed your affection away in front of others is making you cringe and the little voice inside your head is not letting you forget them. there’s a devil and angel on your shoulders arguing whether he really loves you or not. you’re being dramatic, no you’re not, yes you are. all you really want is your boyfriend to hold you. is that too much to ask? you wanna cry but you don’t let yourself, bertholdt would let you. you let out a frustrated sigh and grab your phone from your nightstand. a second ago it was only 12 but now it’s almost 3 o clock in the morning. to hell with these intrusive thoughts.

bertholdt <3: Just wanna say goodnight and I can’t wait to see you tomorrow. I hope you feel better in the morning, I love you.

sent at 12:25

you roll your eyes at the text message sent by your boyfriend but can’t help but feel a teensy bit better, but not enough to fall asleep. a glass of warm milk and those melatonin chocolates bertholdt bought for you will do. you find your roommate pieck awake at almost 3 in the morning making herself a cup of tea in her jaw titan mug.

“he did it again.” you tell her as you get out the carton of milk and pour it into a glass.

“again!?” pieck suddenly drops her spoon into her cup of tea.

“shhhhh!” annie is in her room doing the right thing you’re supposed to do at 3 in the morning, sleep. annie is also possibly the lightest sleeper you’ve ever come across and even pieck’s soft voice can wake her up.

“did you tell him how you feel?” pieck asked more quietly this time as she blew at her hot tea.

“yeah.” you sighed, waiting for the microwave to be done warming up your glass of milk.

“and?”

“and…he told me that he wasn’t embarrassed of me and he was just shy.” you take your too hot glass of milk out of the microwave and ended up yelling, possibly waking up annie and praying you didn’t.

“shhhh!” pieck pulls her finger to her lips.

you and pieck stay quiet to listen out for annie’s footsteps, and luckily for you two, you heard none.

“well that’s good right? he’s not embarrassed of you!” pieck says, a little more quiet this time, just in case.

“yeah but, your pig of a boyfriend, who’s headlights are way too bright, came to drop off…something reiner forgot and he let go of me like i was burning hot.” you drink all your milk in one go and let the chocolate dissolve in your mouth.

“but you are burning hot.”

“pieck,” you smile at her playful flirting while staying stern to let her know now is not the time to flirt

“why the hell are both of you still awake?” annie opens the door to her room glaring at both of her roommates.

“what the fuck annie!?” you yelped in your normal voice not having to whisper anymore.

annie makes her way to the fridge and grabs a water bottle, gulping it down like she’s been stranded in the Sahara desert for eternity.

“you two suck at whispering.” annie states throwing away the now empty water bottle.

“what could you two be talking about this fine night?” annie sarcastically asks.

“your bestie is a scaredy-cat and can’t hold his girlfriend in front of others.” pieck jokes.

“pieck!”

“bertholdt?”

“who else?” you confirm

“you can’t make him do anything that makes him uncomfortable, bertholdt’s always been like that.” annie defends her best friend as if you were talking bad about him in the first place.

“im not.”

“well it sounds like you are.” annie’s a good friend, you note.

“i never took a dig at bertholdt as a person, you know how I feel about him annie, i just…feel like he’s embarrassed of me.” you look away from her, a little embarrassed yourself.

annie scoffs, sitting down at the kitchen table “he is not embarrassed of you stupid.”

you look at annie a bit relieved.

“he’s just meek, okay? trust me, it gets to me sometimes too. bertholdt always seemed like he would be meek forever..”

“that’s not a bad thing.” you retort

“can you let me finish first?” annie continues “but, and I know you know this, he’s destined to be more than that.”

“he is already more than that.”

“i already know that.” annie says

there’s a bit of an awkward silence and pieck has awkwardly been stirring her tea the whole time.

annie sighs, “he seems to be a lot more confident ever since you’ve been with him and….” annie hates that she’s admitting this, god she prays you and pieck learn to whisper so she won’t ever have to say something like this again to anyone.

“I like that he’s happy with you.”

your eyes brighten up with joy.

“really?” you smile brightly.

“yes really.” annie sighs once again.

“thanks annie.” you give her a hug and she awkwardly pats your back. you make your way back to your bedroom, with a lingering smile on your face. you text bertholdt goodnight and you know he’s gonna worry over the time you sent your text (3:15 in the morning) but at least now your intrusive thoughts have stopped.

annie doesn’t see you as a friend like pieck or the rest of her friends do. you’re just her roommate. but ever since bertholdt has been dating you for the past 9 months, he does things like hum while doing basic tasks, developed an actual sense of fashion, listens to actual good music and her favorite? tells her and reiner that he loves them every night in their groupchat.

“annie?” pieck says quietly, her tea gone cold.

“yes pieck?” annie sighs, once again.

“do you like bertholdt, in the way Y/N likes bertholdt?” pieck is also a good friend.

annie turns to pieck a bit dumbfounded “pieck, I am literally a lesbian, god.”

“oh thank god.” pieck lets out a breath of relief.

annie goes back into her room, her head now hurting.

you have no idea how football works.

you chant offense when it’s defense, defense when it’s offense, don’t even know what it means to be flagged. yet here you are, giving all your undivided attention to the very homoerotic game that is football, trying to ignore your intrusive thoughts about your boyfriend. all you really know is reiner’s jersey number.

the score is currently 14 - 7, halftime is in three minutes, and under these late night stars, the crowd is starting to get rowdy. eren jaeger is sat three seats beside you yelling at jean kierstein about how much of a pussy the opposing team is. jean kierstein’s face is tomato red as he tries his hardest not to punch eren in the face. armin is right in the middle of it wishing he never came. mikasa knows that these losers wouldn’t even survive in a football game but she can. your roommate pieck just wants to support her boyfriend, and bertholdt and your other roommate annie are just supporting their best friend.

you don’t understand the hype for college football games. the aftermath was always so depressing. men fighting over two groups of other men cuddling each other, underage college students getting alcohol poisoning, people you’ve seen post environmental activism infographics on their instagram stories littering like it’s nothing.

you’ve seen the worst minds of your generation at a college football game.

bertholdt knows you have no idea what’s going on. he’s talking to annie about the game, while also trying to subtly explain to you how it works and annie has no idea why bertholdt is explaining the game to her. If bertholdt keeps this up, annie will probably have to beat his ass.

“the titans just got flagged? wow I wonder what they got penalized for.”

“yeah our defense, who stop the other team from scoring, have been doing really well this season!”

“our offense, who have the ball currently, have been kinda sloppy this quarter, don’t you think?”

Bertholdt is lucky halftime is about to start.

“I’m gonna go get something to eat.” annie states, annoyed by bertholdt.

“get me a korean corn dog please!” you yell after her. she flips you off as she walks away, which means yes, you will get your korean corn dog.

that silence between you and bertholdt appears from last night again, the “please don’t be mad” kind, and you don’t like it. you can feel bertholdt’s doe eyes on you and you know he’s worried about you. he let you go home feeling like an embarrassment to him and he has so much to make up for.

you two don’t really get into the typical fights, sure some misunderstandings, but nothing like this before. you’re overreacting, you know you are. but you can’t help but feel so insecure.

“you should stop explaining how football works to Annie before she beats you up.” you tell your oaf of a boyfriend in a way to let him know him that you don’t want it to be like this any longer.

“if she beat me up, would it make you happy?” bertholdt jokingly asked, a little relieved.

“very.” you gave bertholdt a toothy grin. you give him the most brisk kiss on the cheek, you don’t even think your lips touched him.

“thank you.” you tell him because you know the only reason why he even is explaining football to annie, who probably understands it way more than you and bertholdt, is because he thinks you need space from the passive aggressive predicament you got into last night. (which is far from what you need)

you’re eyes are guided back to the big jumbotron in the center of the field, watching the two dogs who represent the two teams race against each other. bertholdt keeps his eyes on you and observes the way your face lights up when you see the brown labrador dressed as an armored titan race against a black great dane dressed as the colossal.

“bertholdt that black dog resembles you so much!” you tell him in the nicest way possible as you point at the screen. ymir bursts into the most disrespectful laughter possible, her and her girlfriend historia sitting above you and bertholdt.

“ymir stop being mean!” historia scolds.

bertholdt doesn’t care though, he does look like a dog to a certain extent, and he doesn’t care - as long as he can see you smile. he disregards ymir’s snorts, he ignores eren and jean’s arguing, he hasn’t noticed that annie’s been gone for longer than usual, he forgets what breed the dogs were and which one won, the cheering in the stadium has suddenly stopped - all he knows at this moment is you. here you are, his girl, the biggest smile on your face accentuating your cheekbones with your eyes crinkling in the corner. he swears you have the prettiest smile. it makes his brain go fuzzy, makes him forget everything around him -

your intrusive thoughts have gotten the very best of you, all of last night and up to today. there’s that voice in your head who keeps on telling you that you’re not worthy of being shown off, that being with someone like you is an embarrassment - how dare anyone love you? but right now - bertholdt feels so honored in this current moment sitting this close to you and having the privilege to see you smile. he looks like an idiot probably as he admires you from his seat that his tall body can barely fit in. but he doesn’t care - all his inhibitions have left and you’ve replaced them.

reiner can’t wait until this game is over with. he’s sat on the metal moist bench with his helmet off squeezing his water bottle into his mouth as his bandages are being renewed below him by the teams nurse. the black game paint he painted across his face has became grey and smudged and his hair is soaked from how much he’s been sweating. there’s about three minutes of halftime left and he’s spending those three minutes watching the Jumbotron across him.

“pucker your lips and get ready for the kiss cam titans!” came a booming voice from the intercom.

the first couple weren’t even a couple and the girl ended up moving away when the guy motioned a kiss towards her.

the second couple gave each other a meek kiss and the crowd boo’d at their lousy excuse of a kiss.

the third couple was a girl in the middle of eating a korean corn dog and the giraffe of a man totally entranced by her cheese pull.

reiner’s eyes widen as he sets his eye on the dork of a couple who were cuddling on his couch last night.

bertholdt is looking at you like you’re the only person in this whole stupidly funded football stadium. you have a bit of mustard on the corner of your lips and your inhaling the cool night air to cool down the burning piece of fried cheese in your mouth. you look to bertholdt and stick your tongue out and point at it with sad eyes.

“I burnt my tongue,” you said with your tongue still sticking out.

“you’re on kiss cam you idiots!” ymir smiled at the both of you and playfully pushed bertholdt’s towards you.

bertholdt doesn’t even know he’s on kiss cam. he barely felt ymir push him over to you. he sees you look over to the jumbotron and grow embarrassed as you use your hand to cover your face. out of nowhere, you’re hit with the massive weight that is the whole crowd’s judgement. somehow, you’re the one filled with inhibitions and bertholdt isn’t.

“bertholdt…” you whisper to him, “we’re on kiss cam!” you say this like it’s the worse thing in the world.

all bertholdt hears is kiss and that’s what he does - in front of thousands of people, all of paradis’ college towns watching on their TVs, in front of eren jaeger and jean kierschstein who’ve stopped arguing due to how surprised they are, in front of armin arlert who’s just glad they’ve stopped arguing, in front of mikasa ackerman who has never felt so much second hand embarrassment in her life just from you eating your corn dog, in front of pieck finger who’s smiling so big because you were just telling her last night how you felt bertholdt was embarrassed of you, in front of annie leonhardt who can’t help but roll her eyes at you two, in front of ymir who’s cheering bertholdt on, and in front of reiner braun, who’s annoying the nurse who’s bandaging his calves from his constant movement as he stands up and cheers for his best friend since middle school.

bertholdt is carefully cradling your face in both of his hands, like you’re his own personal prayer, his own personal heaven, his own angel; they’re large and warm up your cool face and his fingers reach to your scalp. you didn’t expect this from him, you even thought he would just walk away pretending to not even know who you are (and if he did that, you would give him something to be embarrassed about). but here he is, his lips on your lips, kissing you like this is what mouths are for. finding warmth in his mouth, you relax into his lips and hold his hands closer to your face.

neither you or bertholdt can hear the crowd cheering you guys on as bertholdt’s lips put you into some sort of trance just like how your smile induced his. it is every kiss bertholdt owes you every time he pulled away in front of others. it is the song baby by donnie and joe emerson that is the first track on the CD bertholdt gifted you when he asked you to be his girlfriend. it is the last track - ‘baby’ by ariel pink. it is bertholdt’s hands cradling your face up to reach his lips and your hands on his, your mouth becoming his mouth, it is you who breaks into shards and it will be him who will put you back together.

once you both pull away due to the ear-paining air horn signifying that halftime is over, the kiss cam screening had already been over with. bertholdt’s olive skin heats up, his lips covered in your gloss and your lips a bit swollen.

you look up at to him with bright but bashful eyes, and you smile.

and he swears you have the prettiest smile.

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