#eren x reader angst

[fqiryspit]

𝐞𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐲 , 𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧.𝐣

summary: you suppose that in this life you weren't meant to be happy, I guess the only thing to do now is wait for it to end.

cw: drabble not too long, angst, unplanned pregnancy, postpartum depression, cheating, ect.

hard patches suck. everyone knows that. people fade from each other and grow on others for comfort. just human nature.

that's probably what got you through erens cheating. you can't just divorce him, not after you got this far.

goodness, you must have looked horrible. walking into couples therapy with a baby bump. you didn't mean to get pregnant. truly.

you think it's what made him stay. no, you know it's why he's in bed next to you. if you can even say that. you don't feel him. not anymore.

you don't have sex anymore. it doesn't bother you, you're too empty to yearn for sex and he doesn't want to touch you.

when you were bawling in bed about how he cheated, he came to comfort you and you let him in, he wrapped his arms around you and kissed your tear-soaked jaw while muttering "I'm so sorry"

you don't even know why you let him "make it up to you" by him putting his dick in you. now, your marriage is a wreck with a baby on the way. how nice.

his empty cold gaze when you told him didn't shock you but the question about couples therapy did. it was...nice...he cared.

but that's over now, you have a family. you're a mother, a wife. just keep doing that and you'll be happy, he'll be happy.

you think when the baby was born he got more distant. you didn't really care as he wasn't cheating, so you're relationship was fine. that's what you worked off of.

back to back sleeping and short conversations is what you lived off of. this is your life

what am I even saying?

you blinked, snapping out of whatever recap that took you away from what was in front of you. your baby boy.

you spun your head around to look at eren as he ties his tie in the mirror, a baby squirming in your hands brings your focus back once more as he reaches to tug on your hair

"no, baby" you mumbled, voice sore from only a few words per day. you pushed him to your chest, seeking warmth but as he whined and wiggled you realized he was too. you looked at him with emptiness, he needed his mother but you aren't that. that isn't something you can be right now. he reached up, grabbing a piece of your hair and tugging it. hard.

you winced and eren walks up to you, talking him from your hands

"you know, he got that from me" he starts, padding him on his back as he molds himself onto eren, he always did prefer his dad.

"mm," you respond, folding some baby clothes as he continues to mumble,

"my mom had to cut her hair short because I wouldn't stop, I'd just tug and tug and tug" his voice wandered off into a light whisper as he held him up to his face and moved attention to him

he placed him in your arms and reached a hand around your head to move you close for a dry kiss on your forehead, it was cold like always. he moved to the front door, grabbing the rest of his items before turning to you

"love you," he said as he looked into your eyes with what you can only describe as pity

"love you too." and that was that as he closed the door to living his life out there as you do in here.

an: <3333

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[midnighskyline]

Them comforting you...with a twist

Characters-Levi, Eren, Armin, Sasha

Trigger warnings ⚠️-blood, gun, death, not proof read

Note-i was in a mood and needed comfort when this came to me. Enjoy!

Levi

You pushed yourself forward, knocking a scout of the way of fire as a pun pointed, aming to shoot, a loud bang had you coughing up blood. You struggled to stay on your feet as two more bullets pierced your chest; more blood slipped passed your lips as you looked down as the waterfall of red liquid coming from your wounds, you stumbled sideways and off the tree branch, falling to the ground. With a swift motion Levi sliced the shooters head off, projecting his ODM gear to a tree he hung there as he caught your hand. Lowering you to the ground he kneeled beside you, grabbing your hand gently in his as he called out for you to open your eyes. He wanted to tell you that it was all ok, that you were ok but he couldn't, you were losing to much blood; he couldn't bring himself to lie to you not even as you lay on the grassy ground losing consciousness and seeing Levi for one last time.

Eren

He wasn't that far away when it happened, when a tiyan was slan and fell to the ground with a big thud, he watched as your house lifted from the ground and flipped over landing on your lower half. A loud cry of your name pulled you from the oain for a breef moment before a hand was on your shoulders, shaking you untill your eyes opened before threatening to close again. Eren yelled at you to keep your eyes open, the coldness traveled from your trapped legs to your crushed stumic until your hands were just as cold as the rest of you and soon your eyelids were far to heavy to keep open.

Armin

It was bad, he knew it was bad and so did you; he tried to keep tears in and keep a hopeful smile as to not let you be scared as you bleed to death, but he was failing as a tear sliped passed and he began to slightly shake. You laid on a roof top with Armin's hand wrapped gently around yours; blood passed the corners of your slightly parted lips, you stared blankly at the slight curve of Armin's downwards lips, his shirt blond hair dangling down and casting a small shadow over his forehead, his eyes more deep than the sea that he loves and bluer than the timeless sky; if you were being honest you wouldn't want to die without this view of him being the last thing you see.

Sasha

It all happened so fast, one moment you were standing by your friends, a girl climed on board, looking her way you seen as she lifted up her rifle and shot, a single shot that pirced your stumic, and the next moment you were on the ground, red liquid sleeping from you mouth and bullet wound as Sasha squeezed your hand, tears streaming from her eyes and down her face as she screamed your name and told you to stay awake. With dull eyes you slowly look at her and smile before breath your last breath.

The end

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Kinda want to make a part two to this, I've been in such a crying mood sence attack on titans last episode 💔 I seriously can't believe it's over🤕🤕 thank you for reading.

Midnighskyline~

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[witchofhimring]

I Wish I could be Stronger Masterlist

Chapter 1: When it happened

You read stories about the girls being saved by the boy. But you learn that those are best left in the realm of fantasy. Because the one you love, loves another.

Chapter 2: Jealousy

Once again, you are reminded of your jealousy. Only you might not be the only one.

Chapter 3: Not as it seems

You and Eren talk, it doesn't go well.

Chapter 4: Can we talk?

Eren hates you, or so you think.

Chapter 5: Reconnection

Eren and Y/n hang out for the first time in six years. Mina hatches up a plan to stop their relationship from continuing. Also I know I have Jean x Reader in the relationships but I've decided their relationship will be platonic. Also I'm so sorry the chapters late, life's been a little busy.

Chapter 6: A reminder

The beginning of many Eren and Reader moments!🤗🥰

Chapter 7: A confession

So I know I said that there would be a lot of angst, but I made some changes. There is still angst but not from the reader. This chapter is mainly from Eren and Mikasa’s point of view. The next chapter will be soon since this chapter is so short.

Chapter 8: Reiss Apple Orchard

A relationship ends.

Chapter 9: It's over

A break up happens and Historia looses her shit.

Chapter 10: The calm before the storm

Lots of fluff, and Mina plotting. Because a storms coming.

Chapter 11: Mina's move, Eren's realization and Mikasa's desires

In which we get Eren, Mikasa and Mina's points of view.

Chapter 12: Stronger

The seeds of rage are planted.

Chapter 13: Unwell (part 1)

As the seeds of rage plants itself, the roots sicken you.

Chapter 14: Unwell (part 2)

A small look at Y/n cracking.

Chapter 15: It's roots dig into me

How long can you take it?

Chapter 16: Cruel

Eren and Mikasa sit down for a talk. Eren reflects.

Chapter 17: Tik tik tik

Your this much closer to snapping

Chapter 18: Frenzy

Mikasa happens upon you in your rage.

Chapter 19: A new perspective

You start to look at your mother in a different light.

Chapter 20: Over the edge

You say goodbye to your mother one last time.

Chapter 21: No shits to give

You kick Ymir out.

Chapter 22: Anger is a poison to the heart

Reader is as cuddly as an ice statue.

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[blueroses789]

I wish I could be stronger Update

I will be redoing I wish I could be stronger on @witchofhimring instead of this one (@blueroses789). It will take several months but I feel my writing style has changed and this story needs editing. Thank you for your patients.😊

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[ohimsummer]

“eren + reader who feels like they’re unlovable”

content: eren x insecure! reader, not proofread

a/n: tumblr ate the ask i’m sorry anon vmfkvmd, hope this is what you were looking for though! I tried not to make it too depressing :,DD

The knocks on your door are persistent and getting louder with every passing minute. A frantic voice is calling out your name, but your blankets have you wrapped up in a trap and you can’t bring yourself to try and escape. It’s warm, cozy, and familiar. Why would you ever want to leave?  

You feel bad for making your boyfriend worry about you like this, but there’s a jumbled pile of thoughts in the back of your mind that wonder why he even cares so much. It’s not like you’re that special, or at least you didn’t feel that way. It’d only been a few days since he’d last seen you, anyway, so it’s not like he could’ve been itching that much for your company.  

The knocks on your door stop and you’re about to feel relieved when the voice calls out to you again.

“Y/N?,” Eren says. "Can you at least let me know you’re alive in there?”

You hate torturing him like this, but you can’t bring yourself to speak. Despite how heavy and empty you feel, you force yourself out of bed to go answer the door. Eren is shocked that you actually answered the door, he‘d expected a grunt or something small from you.

There are plastic bangs draped around his arms which look so tiny compared to his tall frame. He gives you a smile, but you just stare at him, a deadpan look smeared on your face.  

He walks into the dark room, setting the bags down beside the bed before turning back towards you, arms wide and ready to engulf you in a hug. You feel confused. You’re skeptical on whether he’s actually happy to see you despite his endearing actions. To you, your avoidance of him for the past few days felt like grounds for a punishment. His love didn’t feel deserved.

“I got you some ice cream, it’s your favorite!” Eren’s words are gentle, as if he’s afraid you’ll shatter if he speaks too loudly. He reaches into the bag, pulls out a small tub of ice cream, and pushes it into your hands. “Let me get some spoons from the kitchen, babe.”

Eren is about to rush past you and out of the bedroom when you grab his wrist. He stops instantly, face painted with concern as he wonders if he somehow said something wrong.  

“You don’t have to, Eren. Just sit in here with me, please?” Your eyes are pleading and of course, Eren won’t say no to you.

He allows you to pull him down beside you onto the soft mattress. You lean your head onto his broad shoulders and just take in his scent. He smells faintly of cologne; you can visualize the exact brand and design of the bottle because he wears it all the time since you bought it for him. You feel your shoulders lower and relax. You didn’t even realize they were tensed. One of Eren’s hands travels through the strands of your hair while the other gently squeezes your thigh. He plants a quick kiss on your skin but leaves his lips to linger there on your forehead. You realize now why he cares so much, you’re the best thing that’s ever happened to him. Your heart swells and you feel a wetness form in your eyes as he utters the words, “I love you, Y/N. I always will.”

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[arminsfavoritepookie]

Eren sometimes forgets how big his cock his.

His eyes are confused and dazed as he is slamming his dick into you quickly and deeply. You're pleading with him to slow down, whimpering and even clawing at his back, but Eren's emerald eyes are solely fixed on the way your pussy is drinking in the base of his dick. Your cries of help and tears make him bite his lips and close his eyes out of pure bliss. Every time he thrusts, his huge cock touches your cervix, fucking you slowly and thoroughly as if he wants to savor the experience. And when Eren is feeling especially needy, he’ll press against your stomach and trace the outline of his cock bulging out your flesh trying to find where his dick ends in your guts.

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[satorusdiary]

Dating basketball player Eren jaeger.

Basketball player! Eren who has a necklace with your initials, filled with small diamond jewels. Not only that but you have a necklace that his initials, just so everyone knew who was yours.

Basketball player! Eren who doesn’t go to parties, which is unusual since he was the one who would attend all parties that was happening with his friends. Instead, he’s in his dorm room with you in his bed watching some scary movie you begged him to play for what it seemed like forever.

Basketball player! Eren who drives the both of you to his practices. Every day or night, whenever he has practices your coming along for sure. Just so he could see your cute smile sitting on the bleachers, whilst watching him practice to make you proud.

Basketball player! Eren who makes out with you in the hallways infront of anyone who has a crush on him. Just so he could prove to them that he’s only yours.

Basketball player! Eren who looks out for you in the crowd during a game when he makes a shot. Shooting a wink at your direction along with a cute bright smile. He always notices whenever you blow a kiss his way.

Basketball player! Eren who won’t stop bragging about you to his teammates! Whether it would be in the locker room, or in the court while their practicing for their upcoming game.

“Bro, i’m being serious. Y/N is a fucking angel. I love her soo fucking much, did you see how cute she was in my jersey?” Eren rants to his friends, being half naked with a towel covering his bottom half.

Reiner rolls his eyes, and sighs.

“yes eren, i think we know how lucky you are to have a hot girlfriend with an ass.” Reiner blurts out the last part, on accident. Now his eyes are wide.

Eren glares at Reiner.

“I know she’s hot Reiner. But if you stare at her like that i’ll fucking pull up to your neighborhood at three am, i’m not playin’ around.” Eren grunts, slamming his locker closed, sending a strong push of wind towards Reiner who watches his friend leave the locker room pissed off.

Basketball player! Eren who walks you to your classes. Always having an arm wrapped around your waist to pull you closer to him, not letting any male besides the guys he’s cool with close to you. After you both make it to your class, he kisses your forehead and your lips waving you goodbye and to have a good class.

Basketball player! Eren who has you on his lap whenever he does attend a party. Most likely he would go if you wanted to go. He’s sitting on a chair beside the pool whilst interacting with his friends, and teammates going over the next game.

Basketball player! Eren who unfollows any girl who isn’t you. This only happened because you mentioned once about how many girls he was following as a joke.

“Rennie.. why is your following count so low on instagram.” You nervously ask your boyfriend who was sitting on his desk doing his homework.

His hair was out of its bun, freely laying against his shoulders. He looked, utterly focused on his homework that would be due tomorrow.

“Jus felt like it. Why should i follow any other girl when they aren’t my pretty girlfriend?.” His smile gets brighter, sending a heartwarming feeling into your chest. Your lover for him always increasing from his actions.

You grin, walking over and sitting on his lap. Eren chuckles at the amount of kisses your pressing all over his face.

“Mwah! i love you s’muchhh.” You pressed another kiss.

Eren cups your cheek, placing a sweet kiss on your lips.

“I love you more, pretty girl so much more than you know it.

Basketball player! Eren who punches the shit out of any dude who checks you out in front of him. It gets really bad when he needs three of his friends to pull him off of the dude who decided to disrespect you. His girl.

nsfw

Basketball player! Eren who fucks you rough, just because he lost a game for the first time in so long. He has you on all fours, begging him to slow down when his big cock is jamming inside you multiple times. He had one of his hands slither down to your clit to toy with you more, making you arch your back more and cry out his name.

Basketball player! Eren who fucks you against the lockers in the changing rooms after his victory game, just to make one of the players who have a crush on you jealous that Erens the one that’s fucking you. The look on his face never fails to make Eren grin in satisfaction.

His jersey is over you, and is the only thing your wearing while your getting pounded. Your legs wrapped around Erens waist, and him pressing kisses to your cheeks muttering how much he loves you, and how much he would love to have a family with you and marry you.

After that the other player who had a crush on you never showed up to practice ever again.

Basketball player! Eren who gets head from you before a game happens. The both of you are in a small closet, with you on your knees taking Erens cock in your throat as best as you could. Eren, who is standing beside the wall, forcefully thrusting his dick inside your sweet mouth.

Basketball player! Eren who invites you inside his dorm to study, when later on your going to be sitting on his face with his mouth sucking and licking your folds.

Basketball player! Eren who sends the guys who flirt with you a photo of you on your knees giving Eren a blow job. If they manage to piss off Eren more, he ends up sending the boys your guys sex tape just so they would stop flirting with his baby.

Basketball player! Eren who stuffs you full of his cum, and uses your underwear to stop it from leaking out when the both of you are walking bath to a class you both have together. All of your classmates look at you both, noticing how messy you both looked. But they aren’t a stupid, they knew you fucked.

Basketball player! Eren who touches you inappropriately and makes out with you infront of the girls who flirt with him. Never forgetting to introduce you to them, a sad and embarrassed expression playing on their faces as they apologize to you.

“Oh, this is my beautiful girlfriend y/n. Did you she’s going to move in with me once we graduate? Not only that, but did you know she sucked my dick about.. hmm.. 12 minutes ago?” A menacing grin appears on his face.

Basketball player! Eren who cockwarms you whilst you do your homework. It doesn’t take long before you start bouncing on his dick, begging for him to cum inside you.

Basketball player! Eren who takes photos of you filled with his cum, naked with only his jersey on, and on his dick when his cum gets on your whole body. He never fails to keep the photos in his wallet, his binder, and on the mirror in his car.

Basketball player! Eren who always tells you he loves you, and always spills all of his feelings to you whenever you both are having soft, slow, loving sex just for you to feel better whenever you have a bad day.

Basketball player! Eren who makes it clear to anyone who tries interfering with his relationship that you’re his favorite girl. And that you both belong to each other. No bitch is going to ruin that.

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[lazyexcuse]

Priest: “Ok repeat after me”

Y/n, nodding with a smile: “After me.”

Priest leaning over to Levi, whispering: “Are you sure you want this one?”

Levi frowns: “Say your damn lines.”

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[splaede]

AFTER DARK. Armin Arlert (CH. 6) (18+)

☰ pairings: Armin x Reader, Slight Eren x Reader

┌─ ✮⭒｡ story summary: Armin was tired of being seen as an innocent, goody-two-shoes, little flower boy. Instead, he wanted to be seen in a more romantic and…sexual light. You just couldn’t turn down a sweet boy like him, so you agreed to hone his charms and teach him special…skills.

And he turned out to be much more powerful (and hotter) than you'd ever expected.

└─ ✩⭒｡ story #tags: fluff, angst, smut, friends to lovers, friends w benefits, drama, jealousy, hurt/comfort, manipulative armin, virgin armin, loss of virginity, childhood friends, lots of tension, nerd armin, and then he glows up, love triangles, unrequited love, gaslighting, lots of buildup

☰ CHAPTER SIX. armin's first

┌─ ✮⭒｡ chapter summary: Things get heated. Things get so, so heated.

└─ ✩⭒｡ chapter warnings: smut (p in v sex, fingering), fem bodied reader, loss of virginity, petting, literally most of this is foreplay

wc: 9.7k

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In the dim of your living room, your eyes could only see him. And right here, on the plush of your couch, your body only knew his. 

Armin held you, secured you, and grounded you, strong arms snaked around your waist as you became all too aware of your intermingling bodies. The squish of your thighs against his, the unashamed press of your tits against his chest, the weight of his breaths against your lips…

You could still feel the tingle on your lips where he’d last kissed you, a ghost of his touch. 

Above you, the clock ticked louder and louder in your ears, louder than the blood that rushed to muffle your hearing and the pounding of your pulse, a looming reminder that it was late. That you had work in the morning. That you were running out of time. 

That you shouldn’t be doing this.

Another sound intruded on you. A voice, his voice, running rampant in the back of your head.

Will your roommate be home soon?

The fact that he’d asked that question…just what did he want?

And on top of that, you had already confirmed that, no, your roommate wasn’t going to be home any time soon. In fact, she wasn’t going to be home at all, meaning you’d have the entire night with him alone, undisturbed. 

Sitting here, Armin quietly eyed you, curious and content yet half-lidded and torn by lust. He suddenly silenced your thoughts with a kiss, swooping in hard, teeth clashing, causing you to instinctively grab his face to ease him down. 

The kiss oozed of messiness, an exchange of saliva and wet, meshed-together lips that barely held any rhythm. The feeling consumed you fully—the warmth and fervent press of his lips—as you slowly guided him. 

Lost in the intensity, you instinctively swiped your tongue against his bottom lip. He jolted, pulling away. 

You thought that was so cute of him, seeing him like this. So ironically innocent.

“S—sorry,” he stuttered out, a bashful look on his face. 

Your brows furrowed, worried that you had done something wrong. “Did I go too far?”

“No, it’s just….” He tightened his grip on your waist, burying his face into the crook of your neck. “God, I’m so nervous.”

Squeezing your hands on his shoulders, you reassured him, “It’s okay. We can go slow.” 

“Okay.”

Armin smiled up at you, so sweetly and boyishly—so contradictory to the thoughts you’d been having about him. But even so, he was still nothing like the little boy you’d known. Not when he was gazing at you with that blush, reddened and far-gone, and that glint of lust—that hunger—in his eyes. 

You still couldn’t believe he was here with you. If you’d known you’d be kissing your childhood friend ten years down the line, you’d probably flip out in disbelief. 

But he’d matured so much from then. That boy was nothing like the man under you, holding onto you. Nothing like how tempting and alluring and irresistible he looked right now. 

His palms flexed around your waist, once, then twice, then dragged up the sides of your torso, slowly, almost mindlessly, then back down. Pressed up like this, chest-to-chest, you could feel the racing of his heart so hard that you felt yourself rattling. And even though his hands had stopped shaking, the fast, repetitive thump inside his chest told you more than anything else ever would. 

Sitting in silence, hearts beating out of sync, you let him roam your body like that. Slowly and hesitantly, like he hadn’t quite fully grasped the situation. 

"You're a good friend,” he mumbled quietly, no longer meeting your eyes, fixated on where he was touching you instead. 

Cheeks heating up at the praise, you shuddered with a laugh that sounded a little too strained and nervous. 

You were a good friend? No, he was a good friend. He was the whole reason you wanted to do this in the first place. A good, caring, considerate friend that you would never turn down even if it meant putting your friendship on the line. 

“I trust you. I wouldn’t ask anyone else this,” he continued. 

Breathing in deep, you cupped his face affectionately. “No, please, you’re so good to me. How can I say no to you?” 

His hands stilled, and you could see how his eyes instantly softened. Armin’s right hand fiddled with the hem of your shirt, eyes meeting yours momentarily before darting away. 

“Thank you. So…can we keep going?” 

Your lips lifted into a small smile, and you couldn’t help but chuckle at his eagerness. “Yeah, um. Do you…want to try using tongue now?”

As soon as you’d finished that sentence, you fought down the nervous, embarrassed lump that rose to your throat. It couldn’t get any more straightforward than that. 

“Yeah,” he replied breathlessly and nodded.

“Slowly, okay? We’re just gonna ease into it. When I lick your lips, open your mouth a little. And then after that, it’s like…” You swallowed, tensing. “Um, I don’t really know how to explain it. Just try to match me.” 

He gazed at you with so much anticipation that you could almost taste it. Sliding your hands back onto his shoulders, you latched onto his lips again. 

This time, there wasn’t a rush. Just slow, methodical, and relaxed movement as you relished the softness of his lips. You loved this feeling. Soft and sweet, like him. 

His hands began roaming your body again, starting from the sides of your chest down to the tops of your thighs. His palms slightly brushed the outer parts of your breasts, but it was still nowhere close to where you really wanted him.

You took this as a cue to mimic him, hands gliding down to his biceps where you gave him a light squeeze. Even though you knew he worked out, you were still surprised to feel the dips and tautness of hard muscle. It wasn’t that you forgot, it was that you didn’t normally expect it from Armin, someone usually so nice and mellow. 

As you trailed down his stomach, you could feel the defined ridges of his abs under your splayed palms, and you swore you almost moaned. For someone with such a cute face, he had such a strong body. 

When your tongue finally soothed over his bottom lip, he parted his lips ever-so-slightly. And the moment you slipped your tongue in, he let out a small noise that was so, so quiet. Your tongues met, warm and wet. 

You could tell he was hesitant, but you continued at the same pace, slowly licking into him and swiping your tongue over his. He’d completely stilled, hands etching themselves harder into your waist. As you were letting yourself taste him, something tugged on your heart, weighing heavy. 

Because it dawned on you that you were making out with Armin. 

Something so intimate and passionate like this could only be reserved for lovers, not for friends.

Armin reluctantly slipped his hands under your shirt. Just right there, right at the threshold of your torso and not any further, like he was testing the waters. He held you there, only tasting. Your breath hitched, startled by the warmth of his fingers, but the flow of the kiss remained the same. 

The pressure of his tongue was soothing as it moved against yours, and he was getting the hang of it little by little. And the moment it seemed to click—where it felt like you’d reached the perfect rhythm and the perfect amount of energy—you moaned into his mouth to let him know he was doing good. Thank God he was a fast learner. 

Cradling his neck into your arms and threading your fingers into his hair, you rolled your hips into him experimentally, pelvises meeting. You heard him inhale sharply, but he didn’t break the kiss. He only tightened his hold on you, pushing you down slightly as he rolled his hips, matching you.

The friction felt so undeniably good. You knew he felt good, too, because you could feel the area of his crotch stiffen under you.

It was like that for a while, the two of you grinding on each other, so focused on outdoing the other that the kiss wasn’t even a kiss anymore. Just a mix of messy lips and hitched moans and saliva. So much so that you had to wipe away the drool at the corner of his mouth. 

You were the first to pull away for air. 

“How was it?” he instantly asked, licking his lips. They were swollen, and that gave you the urge to kiss him again. 

“Just a little messy. But good. You did good for your first time.” You laughed. 

He laughed with you, bringing a thumb to swipe over the corner of your mouth. “Sorry about that.” 

Just like that, the two of you shared a cute moment, and you began to think that nothing would change between you—that you two would still be friends and embrace these moments no matter what. 

As the atmosphere from your makeout session died down, you were left with one final thought. 

What now?

“Hey…” you started. You didn’t even know how to word this. Do you know where this is going? Do you even want to keep going? 

You stood up, all too abruptly like you were running on autopilot as your brain tried to catch up with your body, hands detaching from his neck and thighs from his lap. You looked at him warily, wedged between the coffee table and his parted legs.  

Armin frantically stood up, too, half hard in his pants as he reached for your forearm. “Something wrong?”

It was late, you remembered again. 

But now, in this lapse of judgment, you guessed it didn't matter if you should or shouldn't continue. Not when he was staring at you, pleading with his eyes—with his body. You could almost hear his heart thumping out of his chest.

You wondered if he could hear yours, too.

“Um,” you trailed off, wondering how to save yourself.

Before you had the chance to recollect your thoughts, Armin cut you off. “Sorry, um. I mean, I know it’s late…if that’s what you were going to say. I should probably go. You did say I should only stay for a little bit—”

“No—wait, no.” You pressed a palm to his chest. 

Armin subtly tilted his head, eyebrows furrowed in confusion. “I thought you had work in the morning?”

“I know, but...” Your eyes trailed down to his crotch, suddenly guilty. “Do you want to stay?”

He regarded you with a look of uncertainty, hands hovering beside your arms like he was about to hold you. “Yeah…?”

“Then…what do you want to do?” It came out in a slight whisper, and you instantly wanted to slap yourself for that question because, one, it was definitely the wrong question. All you wanted was clarity as to whether he knew where this was going, and two, what did you mean by what he wanted to do? 

You could feel his eyes burning into your head, but yours were averted to where the neckline of his tee dipped down to reveal his collarbone.

He gulped. “What do I want to do?” he parroted, breathing in a steady breath. “Um…what do you mean?”

You pursed your lips, knowing you were going to sound desperate. “Was kissing…all you wanted to do?” 

He looked visibly taken aback now, lashes fluttering as his eyes flitted over your form in surprise. 

“No…” 

“Then what?” 

Maybe you really were desperate as you stood here so close to him, pushing your thighs together in an attempt to quell the ache. 

“Well, I think—I think you know,” he mumbled shamefully. “Don’t make me say it.” 

“Say it. Please? I just want to be sure.”

He pursed his lips, too, while contemplating, flushed a deep pink on his cheeks. “I want us to…go the whole way. I want you.” He cleared his throat. “To teach me.”

For a long moment, you were convinced you stopped breathing. 

It was so loud now. Your heartbeat was so unbearably loud, reverberating and bursting through your ears. A breathless silence filled the room.

He didn't waver. Not once. He only gazed straight into your eyes—straight through you, irises deep and blue and overwhelming and darkened by lust. He'd lost that innocent, bright shine long ago.

The beat of your heart only quickened, even quicker than what it already was.

Was this it? Was this the next step? Was this it after all of those needy kisses and flimsy touches and longing, vulnerable stares? 

Nevertheless, a sense of relief washed over you. You wanted this, too, despite the fact that you were risking something precious to you. Something irreversible.

Not that'd you stop now. 

And then you were onto him, capturing his lips in a sloppy kiss. He returned it just as quickly, rough and intimate. His hands slid to your waist and held you tight against his body while you clung onto him like it was the end of the world. 

Licking his lips teasingly, you murmured in between the kiss, “My room.” 

He broke away a little, muttering a little “okay” before you cut him off by pressing your mouth back onto his. 

When you pulled away, he surprised you with his next words. 

“Can I carry you?” 

Without hesitation, you lightly jumped onto him, and he caught you, carrying you effortlessly in his strong arms. You loved the feeling of his hands on the back of your thighs, firm and warm. He was so surprisingly muscly that you wanted to squeal. 

The walk wasn’t far in your small apartment space, and you quickly found yourself being placed gingerly onto your bed and your limbs untangling from his body. He stood there like he didn’t quite know what to do. You scooted back onto your pillows, beckoning him to come closer. 

“Get on top of me.” You tugged on the front of his tee. “Like this.” 

He stumbled onto your bed, settling in between your legs as his hands braced him up. You tugged him even closer still, and he fell to his forearms. 

You looked up at him only to find him blushing, a dark, rosy color tinting the apples of his cheeks, watching you with eager eyes as his chest heaved with heavy breaths.

Heat bubbled in your stomach. “Are you sure you want to do this? Remember, this is…this is for you. This is about how you feel.” 

“I’m sure,” he answered quickly. 

Then, Armin kissed you for the millionth time tonight, but this time, it was short yet thorough, like he just missed your taste. 

“Kiss me on my neck,” you urged, craning your head. “Just don’t leave any marks.”

Armin dipped down instantly, but he stilled for the next second, hesitantly staring at your neck. The conviction finally hit him and his lips met your skin, ticklish and titillating and warm. He peppered slow kisses along the juncture of your neck, leaving one long, suckling kiss—one hard enough to make you feel good but soft enough not to leave a mark. You could tell he was unsure about his movements, so you softly grabbed him by the hair to bring him to a specific spot. 

“Right—ah—there. Yeah,” you assured him as he gave another suckling kiss. 

“Is this good?” he asked timidly into your skin, and you could feel the tickle of where his lips moved. 

You hummed in response. “It’s good. You’re doing good,” you replied, words tumbling out of your mouth in an awkward way. 

He pulled away, and his eyes raked over your form, suddenly stopping at your chest. While you should’ve been excited, something else happened. Something like dismay filled his eyes as his brows twitched downwards. 

“Is this Eren’s sweater?”

Oh. 

“Yeah?” you weakly breathed out, voice pitched a higher octave than you’d like.

His eyes flitted back to your face again, still strewn with an emotion you couldn’t quite place but knew wasn’t good. 

“Can I take it off?” he asked, pawing the hem of your sweater. He seemed confident almost, but you knew that the barely discernible, nervous strain in the thrum of his voice gave it all away.

You nodded wordlessly like the air had been punched out of your lungs.

Armin grabbed onto the hem of your sweater with both hands, peeling it off you so slowly that you couldn’t tell if he was teasing you or just simply nervous. Your stomach coiled in anticipation the farther he went, with each inch of skin he revealed. He was so agonizingly slow—or maybe you were so impatient that it felt like time had slowed down—yet the rush of cool air against your torso was instant. 

The moment he reached your bra, your heart seemed to beat out of your chest, and you needed to steady your breathing. 

He stopped and looked for only a minuscule second, as if he didn’t dare to stare any longer, and picked up the pace, pushing the last of your sweater above your raised arms. 

“Pants, too,” you whispered softly. 

With shaky hands, Armin obediently worked them off, past the fabric of your panties, all the way down your legs. 

He’d seen you in a bikini before, but it was different this time. You were laid out all nicely in front of him, clad in a bra and thin panties. On your bed, for him. 

The newfound cold nipped everywhere at your skin, goosebumps prodding up your arms and legs. 

“Take my bra off for me.” You said shakily, turning to your side to give him access. “You know how?” 

He laughed out what seemed to be a mix of a chuckle and a scoff. “I’m sure it isn’t hard.” His knuckles brushed the skin of your back as he took hold of the straps and unclasped your bra. You could feel his hands shaking against your back. “Easy.” 

As he slid it off of you, that heavy feeling in your heart resurfaced, and you began to feel self-conscious.

But it was just Armin, you reminded yourself. 

Your upper body was now completely bare to him. The cool of the air swept over your already-hardening nipples. 

Armin only stared at you. Didn’t say a word. Just outright ogled you with raw, unfiltered desire in his eyes as his hands twitched where they were resting near his thighs. 

You grabbed both of his hands, placing his palms directly on your chest. “C’mon. Touch me.”

Gulping hard, he leaned into you, broad, unpracticed hands cupping your tits, squeezing just once. Then his hands started moving, experimentally pushing and squeezing over the plush of your tits, palms grazing over the peaks of your pebbled nipples. 

You clamped your eyes shut, letting yourself go for the moment. It felt so pleasant, just steady friction against your sensitive breasts. 

Armin’s hands were soft—that much you already knew—just as everything else was about him. But while his hands were soft and gentle, his gaze was hard. He was so fixed and focused on you, blue eyes practically dripping with unbridled lust. 

He cupped your tits again, a soft nudge, then his hands slid down the curve of your waist. You could feel the trail of warmth that his fingers left on your skin. It clung to you even as his hands moved away to rest on your abdomen. His thumbs pressed into your skin so briefly that his touch might’ve been a spasm of a finger as the bottoms of his palms grazed against the hem of your panties. 

The warmth followed down the curve of your hips, down your thighs, and down to your knees. You shifted your legs closer to your body, and his hands quickly cupped the underside of your thighs, squeezing once. 

You knew this was his first time, so you let him explore your body as your hand came to his cheek to pull him down for another kiss. His tongue prodded at your lips, and you happily welcomed it. 

His hands were everywhere now—your thighs, your hips, your waist, your shoulders, your neck, your arms. You could tell he was losing rhythm between keeping up with the kiss and touching you, but you couldn’t care less. 

He pulled away first, leaving a string of saliva hanging between your lips. 

“Armin, play with my….” The embarrassment hit you again. You didn’t even want to finish your sentence, but luckily, he seemed to understand. 

“Oh.” His fingers found your tits again, thumbs swiping over your nipples before he lightly pinched them, tugging them upwards. “Like this?” 

You gasped and squirmed. “Yeah. Like that. Just very lightly. Try rolling them between your fingers.” 

His thumb and index finger met with your nipples, and he did what you told him, twisting and rolling your nipples between his fingers. 

That elicited a little whine from you. “Feels nice.” 

Armin continued his ministrations on you as he alternated between tweaking your nipples and groping your tits whole. It was sensual and quiet, save for the sound of your soft moans.

He suddenly sighed, eyes clouded. “You’re so pretty,” he whispered softly and fondly.  

You didn’t answer. Instead, you smiled at him and let your cheeks heat up from his compliment. It caught you off guard. Because somehow, in a suggestive moment like this, he managed to make it sweet. Judging from the tone of his voice, you knew it was genuine. 

Because he was a genuine guy.

You cupped the back of his head and pushed him toward your chest. “Put your mouth here.” 

He doubled back, eyes wide, but didn’t waste another second to envelop his lips onto your chest. He followed your orders so easily—like a dog to its owner—that you couldn’t help but chuckle at the charm of it. 

For a second, you wondered if he needed guidance, but when his tongue laved over your breast, you only held his head tighter as your back arched off the bed in pleasure. His eyelids fluttered shut, feathery, blonde lashes resting against his cheekbones. He kissed your nipple just as he kissed you, licking and sucking meticulously and thoroughly. 

One of the things that you liked about Armin was that he was such an adaptable learner. Took things he learned and applied them somewhere else. Not that any of this required any big skill, but he just did it so well and so quickly. 

You grabbed his hand and brought it to your other nipple, and he quickly understood, playing with you like he did before.

Suddenly, his teeth took hold of your nipple—just a light graze, and you gasped again. You felt the ache between your thighs throb, shamelessly getting wetter. Where did he learn to do that? 

“Okay, that’s—that’s good.” You tapped his cheek. “Over here now.” 

His mouth unlatched with a pop and he switched to the other breast, repeating the same routine. You felt the remnants of his saliva on your skin mix with the cool air, tingling. 

You were sure your panties were drenched now. Sure that the arousal made the fabric stick to you. 

Armin pulled away, licking the spit from his lips, and looked right into your eyes. “Was that okay?” he asked innocently. 

“Mhm,” you hummed, but you were convinced it came out more as a whine. You clutched a handful of the fabric of his tee. “Off.” 

He sat up straighter, surprised but willing. “Off? Okay, okay.” Armin reached behind him to grab the collar of his T-shirt, and in one swift yank, it came off. He threw his shirt on the floor like the rest of your clothes, and you were left to ogle at his body. 

Your eyes raked over the smooth planes of his chest, his slim waist, and the hard, toned stomach where your hands had previously felt. 

Even at pools and beaches, he opted for T-shirts with his swim trunks. And the last time you’d seen him shirtless, he wasn’t this jacked. 

“I never get to see you like this. You’re so—you’re so built.” The fluster was so evident in your voice as you trailed your fingers down his torso. 

He shyly laughed, pink on his cheeks. “Thank you.” 

“You’re so pretty, Armin.” Before the embarrassment and weight of your compliment caught up to you, you quickly grabbed the hem of his jeans. “Take—take this off, too.” 

You eyed the bulge beneath his pants, hard and begging to be freed. 

You gulped. Now you two were really getting into it—seeing and doing something so intimate. You had no problem undressing yourself, but when it came to him…

He nodded as his hands fumbled with the button and zipper, thumbs slotted in between his waistband as he shakily pulled them down. You helped him get them off, anticipation and nervousness coursing through your veins. 

Once his jeans were off, he seemed even bigger now. You could see the clear outline of his dick straining against his boxers, and it was messing with your head. This was your best friend, for crying out loud. Both of your most intimate places were each just a layer away, just inches away. 

“Fuck, I’m so—” His eyes scanned over you, from the eager expression on your face, to your bare tits, and to your legs that were spread to accommodate him. “You don’t know how hard I am right now.” 

You gulped again. “Yeah?” you teased, palming him through his boxers. 

He sharply inhaled and cursed low under his breath, but before you could go any further, he grabbed your wrist. There was a look of worry on his face—maybe it was desperation, you thought—and you wondered if you did something wrong.

“W—wait. I want to know how to make you feel good.” 

Your face morphed into one of surprise. Armin wanted to please you first. 

You felt the arousal creeping up on you. Felt it soaking your panties again. 

You breathed out slowly, and for a second, the words died on your tongue. He was going to see you fully naked. Only a flimsy piece of fabric away from erasing the line between your friendship and this…whatever this was. 

“Yeah, that’s good. Wanting to please your partner first, that is.” You regained your footing. “Help me take them off?” You eyed him innocently and pulled his hands towards your body until his knuckles touched your panties. 

He stared for a moment—definitely at the wet, darkened patch over your crotch. Armin finally took hold of the hem of your panties, fingers hot against the skin of your pelvis. Unblinking, he pulled them down gently, agonizingly slow. You could feel your slick sticking to your panties and the fabric grazing your almost quivering thighs. In an instant, cool air rushed to you. 

His eyes never left you as he pulled your panties past your knees and ankles, so fixated and eager that he made you nervous. The coil in your stomach returned, tense, like it was moments away from bursting. 

You felt like a virgin all over again. You were embarrassed—even though you knew you shouldn’t be because it was just Armin—and on the brink of clamping your legs together, but you couldn’t because his body was right in between you, even closer than you’d noticed before. 

“God, you’re so…” Armin gulped. He was quiet, muttering to himself, struggling to find his words, and nervously pushing his hair back. It fell back messily onto his forehead. “What do I…what do I do now?” 

Clutching his hand between both of your palms, you shaped his hand into a “thumbs up” sign and brought it to your slit, spreading yourself with one hand. “This is the clit. If you…if you didn’t already know.” 

His thumb grazed over your clit, and a twinge of pleasure shot up your lower body. 

“I know.” 

Armin thumbed your clit some more, swiping circles and pressing down lightly. You could feel yourself get wetter by the second.

“Is this good?” he asked. 

“Mhm. A little faster—oh! Yeah, that’s good.” Your hips bucked as he sped up. “You—you could also use your middle and ring finger.” 

You demonstrated with your hand, and he quickly followed, pressing his fingers onto you again. 

This time, he started off slow and worked his way to match the pace from before. 

“A little lower.” And suddenly you were arching off the bed. “Oh! Wait—”

“Am I doing it right?” he interjected, voice shaky. He was watching for your reaction, blue eyes boring into your face. 

You nodded as the pleasure spread through your lower body. He wasn’t the best, but he wasn’t bad in the slightest. He made you feel good, nonetheless. The pads of his fingers were warm and smooth, rubbing all the right ways against your clit. 

“You wanna move down now?” you asked. 

Wordlessly, his eyes flicked down to your entrance, and the urge to clamp your legs shut returned to you again. You were dripping—you had to be, slick with your wetness pooling around your center. He lingered for a second before his attention diverted back onto your face. 

“Show me how.” He said, adamant. 

“Just know that…” Your fingers ghosted over his knuckles. “You don’t have to necessarily make me cum. This is just to stretch me out. To prep for the real thing.”  

He regarded you with a tiny frown and peered at you hungrily through his long lashes. “What if I want to?” 

Your heart skipped a beat and your stomach simmered with warmth. 

“Well, you can.” You nodded and swallowed the lump in your throat, unsure of what to say. Taking his hand in yours, you isolated his middle and ring fingers and held them close to your entrance. As you did so, something tingled and churned inside your stomach. Nervousness, you thought, apprehension, maybe. Not in a bad way, but in the way that every next step with him left you remembering just how private and raw this was. 

“Just like that,” you whispered. 

With a gulp, his fingers slid into your soaked cunt. You were so wet and tight, and you knew he could feel it. Feel it envelop his finger, warm and so, so slick. You instinctively clamped down on him as he pushed further. 

“Oh, God…Y-Y/N,” he all but stuttered out. “Is—is this what it…”

The desperation showed clearly on his face: lips parted, brows knitted, and eyes drooping with lust.

You grabbed his wrist. “K—Keep going.” 

His fingers reached their hilt inside of you, and you had to resist squeezing down on him. He felt like no other guy you’d been with. Because he really wasn’t any other guy. 

He pulled them out swiftly, fingers and knuckles now tainted with the remnants of you. “What—what else?” he choked out. 

The absence of his fingers left you wanting more. With your grip still on his wrist, you tugged his hand closer to your center. “Curl your fingers like this. When you’re inside.” You choked, too, and cleared your throat. “Just keep moving.”

“Like this?” He entered you again, gently, and pressed against a spot inside you that drove your hips to lurch off the bed. 

You nodded weakly, whining. “More.” Your hand on his wrist urged him out, pulling backward. Confused, he slightly resisted. But when you pushed him back in, he seemed to understand the hint.  

Armin pressed into you, thrusting his fingers in and curling them right at that sweet spot that had you gasping out. He slid in and out so easily, guided by the slickness of your insides, and worked slowly, almost teasingly, but you squeezed his arm, encouraging him.

“Right there,” you gasped out. “You’re doing so good.” 

He groaned in response, a borderline moan. “H—Here?” And curled right into your G-spot. 

You let out an abrupt gasp, akin to a stuttered breath, hips bucking upwards as pleasure seeped into your insides. His pace was reckless, but the calculated way the pads of his fingers pushed and grazed against your G-spot had your stomach twisting and your heart racing. 

Beside you, you noticed his other hand fisting the bedsheets. Reaching out, you put a hand on top of his. “You okay?” you asked breathily.

Armin glanced up at you, eyes blown out, pupils dilated in such a starved, animalistic way that looked so out of character. He surprised you by lacing his fingers between yours. 

“Can I kiss you? Please?” 

It caught you off guard, but you didn’t get to register your shock before you were crying loud with a particularly hard thrust. “Please. Please.” You didn’t know why he was even asking. 

Armin’s lips crashed onto yours, capturing you in the most heated kiss of the night. Immediately, he dominated the kiss, all spit and tongue, lips hot and molding together with a firm press. His fingers kept fucking into you relentlessly, filling the room with lewd, wet sounds. 

His other hand held yours still, squeezing once before letting go and landing on your waist. 

“Just wanna feel you,” he mumbled. 

Nodding, you strung your hands through his hair as he caressed your waist and tits. His palms grazed over your nipples, making you shudder and bite back a moan. 

The coil inside your stomach winded tight and kept winding tighter and tighter when his fingers hit that spot again. The pleasure swirled through you, wave after wave, your hips lurching off the bed and your hands gripping his hair even tighter. 

You moaned into his mouth. “So close.” 

He groaned, drawn-out, lips wet with saliva, swallowing the noises that came out of your mouth. 

“You’re doing so good,” you praised. 

Armin whimpered at that—whimpered—and picked up the pace, faster, harder. It was sloppy, but it wasn’t imprecise. He flicked up into you so perfectly until you were stretched out and dripping, and until it finally snapped. 

The coil snapped. 

“Armin, I’m—I’m cumming! Don’t stop!”

“Hol—Holy shit, Y/N—”

The coil snapped, and sweet euphoria coursed through you, rushing through you like open floodgates. You gushed onto him in the same way, cunt fluttering against the thickness of his fingers. The feeling hit you like a truck and filled you whole. 

“Can’t believe this is happening,” he mumbled under his breath in a desperate whine. 

You pulled him into a desperate kiss—or was it that he pushed the kiss onto you?—and he dipped down to embrace you. The twitching weight of his clothed cock brushed against your thigh. It wasn’t intentional—at least you didn’t think, but it only reminded you of what was to come next. 

As he slowed down, you felt your cum leaking down his knuckles and onto the bedsheets. 

“Was that…good?” Armin timidly asked between heavy breaths. Above you, he panted like a dog, even more than you, pretty pink lips parted as if he was the one being fucked. So cute. 

You stayed quiet for a moment, relishing in your subsiding orgasm, fatigued and cozy. 

“Mhm. That was amazing. You did amazing for your first time.” 

He visibly relaxed, slumped back onto his heels, and sighed. “Really? Th—Thank you.” 

Even from above you, he looked submissive, face filled with a desperate need. You giggled at his shyness. The irony of it. “Yes, Armin, you…you just made me cum. That’s…”

Uncertainty weighed down on your tongue. Impressive? Was it really impressive, or should it have been expected from him? A part of you knew that he didn’t need any effort. Not because he was somehow a natural or that he was a fast learner, but that it was him, and that gives your body enough stimulation to push itself off the edge. 

Hazy and blinded by your orgasm and the strong presence between your legs, you stopped yourself from dwelling on it any further.

“Y/N, what do I do with this…?” He lifted his hand, still slicked with your fluids. His middle and ring fingers parted further, and your shiny, milky cum stretched between his fingers. The sight almost made you gape, such a contrast to the curiosity and genuine concern brimming in his eyes. 

“Taste it.”

He sent you a look so incredulous and so quick, those blue eyes widened to the depths as if your suggestion meant total absurdity. “Taste it?”

“Taste it. It’s hot when men do that. Or, you could also make the girl taste it,” you pushed, rising from your spot. You grabbed his wrist, leading it closer to his mouth. 

He hesitated and tensed, but when his eyes met yours, you only leaned in, urging him with a look in your eyes. He complied quietly and stuck out his tongue. 

The sight was lewd. His face reddened impossibly more, up to the tips of his ears, as his mouth engulfed his two fingers wholly. He crinkled his nose so subtly that you couldn’t tell what ran through his mind. He tasted your fluids on his tongue, sucked it for a second, then swallowed. 

Armin’s fingers slid out with a little pop, and you didn’t waste another moment to cup his face and pull him in for a kiss, tasting yourself when you pressed your tongue against his. He moaned at the sudden intrusion but melted into you easily. You could already feel his improvement as he reciprocated your energy and licked your mouth so nicely that the naturalness of it baffled you. 

A passing thought in your head told you that this might’ve been too much for his first time, but when he dragged his clothed dick against your clit, you knew he enjoyed this as much as you did. You both shivered a little from the contact, prompting him to pull away.

“So…” he started, voice tiny and breathless. “What’s next?” But the way his eyes darted to your bare, leaking pussy and then to the bulge in his boxers suggested he knew exactly what came next. 

You looked, too. Looked at the tight fit of his boxers on his bulging cock. Something about it—the unexpected size of him—made you giddy. Swelled your stomach with an indescribable weirdness. 

“Take your boxers off.” Though you asked him, you couldn’t stop yourself from sneaking your hands to his hips and taking hold of the waistband. “Can I?” 

He nodded hurriedly and gulped, tension and desperation etched on his face. 

You pulled his boxers down, and with a little lift from his hips, you got them down to his strong thighs. Immediately, his cock sprung up against his abdomen, leaking precum that beaded down his red, aching tip. You licked your lips and gulped involuntarily at the sight because he was just so…

“Big…” you whispered softly. 

“What?” He sounded out of it, like his question hadn’t carried any weight, rubbing a palm over his eyelids and pushing it into his hair. Like he couldn’t believe his eyes. An unspoken awkwardness filled the air as Armin removed his boxers completely. “Is—Is something wrong?” 

He sat in front of you, naked in his entirety. Broad, smooth chest, taut, defined abs, muscly arms, thick thighs, and the softest, sweetest face that did not match the rock-hard, needy cock between his legs. 

“Armin, I…I didn’t know you were so…big.” 

He sputtered out, “W—What? I’m—I’m really not.”

He looked so nervous, so unsure. So sweet and so submissive. Instead of answering him, you wrapped both hands around his dick, lightly squeezed, and swiped a thumb over the slit where his precum spilled. You spread it down his shaft, wetting him with his own fluids. 

“Agh…fuck…” he groaned, throwing his head back and squeezing his eyes shut. When you started jerking your hands up and down the length of his dick, his head moved forward and his hands came to cup your face. His hips bucked up with every jerk. You sensed his stare, but you were too occupied playing with his pretty dick.

“You’re so beautiful,” he complimented quietly. He gulped so hard you heard the small breath that followed after. “I wish you could see how you look right now.” 

“Yeah?” you teased, looking up at him between your long lashes. His eyes, lidded and drooping with lust, scanned your body, from your face to where your legs parted and revealed your slit. 

“I don’t think you understand how pretty you are to me.” He inhaled sharply and brought a hand to squeeze the area where his shaft met his head, right over where your hand rested. “I could just cum looking at you.” 

You didn’t expect that from him. He was just so obscenely honest, wasn’t he?

“Y/N.” He suddenly stopped you with a hand on your shoulder. “I think—I think that’s good…don’t wanna take the spotlight. I’m here to please you.” 

Your chest warmed at his words, and you fought down the urge to continue pleasing him to release your hands. 

“O—Okay,” you stuttered out, gulping and shivering all in one breath. Your body moved on its own and reached for your nightstand. Deep in the last drawer, stashed behind all of your cluttered knick-knacks, sat an unopened box of condoms. Three, actually.

Shakily, under his watchful gaze, you tore apart a box and unveiled a singular, foiled package. 

"Oh, you have a lot." He stared in mild disbelief, bringing a hand up to cover his mouth, eyes crinkling. If you knew any better, you'd think he was smirking under there.

“It's not what it looks like! Sasha gifted it to me as a gag gift. I haven't done anything in a while,” you quickly defended, trailing off quietly at the end. 

He didn’t respond, eyes fixed on the package between your fingers. The air held still, deathly silent beside the sounds of the crinkling wrapper. He had a hand wrapped around the base of his cock, very lightly squeezing. 

“You know how to put on a condom?” you finally spoke up. 

“I think so.” He nodded. 

“Want to do it?” 

He hesitated, and you caught the exact moment an idea clicked in his head. “No. Want you to do it.” 

Something about that riled you up. Something about him watching you. Something about your dainty hands near his aching, needy cock, too impure for the likes of him. 

He whimpered when you started sliding the condom down the length of his cock. The sweet sound of it rang through your ears. Made your heart lurch and your stomach heavy. When you finished, your head lifted to look him in the eyes. His cheeks were flushed so pink you wanted to kiss the color off of them. 

“Ready?” You ignored the way your voice shook, borderline a stutter, and circled your arms around his neck. 

“Yes. Please,” he whined. He was speaking with his eyes—begging with his eyes.

In one fell swoop, you both clambered down onto the sheets. And in this moment, when your eyes met his in a sweet remembrance, it felt like time had stopped, and all the anticipation you’d ever felt plummeted back into the pit of your stomach and built back up all over again. 

He loomed above you, flushed, domineering, and most importantly, nervous.

You only wanted one thing. 

"Please. Need you inside me."

He inhaled a deep, unsteady breath, holding back a whine. 

Then, you felt the tip of his dick brush against the slicked mess of your opening, and you clenched around the empty, ghostly graze. The hands on your thighs pressed into you with a little more pressure at the contact. He was shaking. His whole body was shaking.

“P—Put it in slowly, ‘kay? Don’t want to hurt the other person.” 

Armin listened, and in that final moment of anticipation, he slid in slowly, just the tip. You both gasped at the feeling. You were so, so wet and your heart beat so, so fast and his skin against your skin felt so, so right and so, so warm. The stretch had yet to creep up on you but you were already squirming under his touch. 

He pushed into you, the feeling of him inside warm and fulfilling. He let out a strained “shitttt” as his hands moved to dig into your waist even harder. Eyes squeezed shut, he seemed to lose himself in the pleasure. You could tell by his labored breaths and flushed cheeks that he already was so, so sensitive.

With a final push, he bottomed out, touching a spot deep in you, far deeper than your fingers or his fingers or any other man that had come before him. And God, were you wet. Instinctively, your pussy clenched around him. 

He hissed, pinning you down with his pelvis. “Don’t. Don’t do anything. Please, or I’m going to cum.” 

And then it hit you—that you’d finally done it. That you’d just taken Armin’s virginity. 

You had. 

Shit, you clamped down on him again, and this time, he groaned and abruptly pulled out. 

“Y/N,” he warned, voice drawn with honey. “I am not going to last,” he said, exasperated. 

“It’s okay. It’s your first time.” You placed a hand on his cheek. “Besides, you’re with me. You don’t have to worry about it.” 

He leaned into your touch, nuzzling into your hands, then gave you a small frown. 

“Then how am I supposed to make you feel good?”

“Trust me. You’ll always make me feel good.”

With a cute—yet sinful—smile and a hard swallow, he lined himself up again, hands on your thighs, and gave an experimental thrust.

You whined at the intrusion, reminded again of how he fit so perfectly. How the hardness of his cock dragged so pleasantly against the slickness of your pussy. 

And he did it again and again. Thrusted into you, albeit slowly, again and again. You’d let him intoxicate you again and again until all your body knew was the shape of his cock.

He moved deliberately, relishing every inch sheathed inside of you. He’d pull out with all the time in the world, dick coated in your wetness and eyes locked on where your bodies intertwined, and thrust back in with the most fervor and impatience.

The slowness of it, the intimacy of it—you couldn’t help but buck your hips in hopes of more. 

With soft moans, his thrusts sped up, and without a warning, you felt him fully, the whole weight of him spilling inside of you. His hands slid up to your waist as his head tipped forward. You arched your back into him in a silent plea, finding yourself yearning for his pretty lips, the knot inside of your stomach swelling with pleasure. As if he could read your mind, he drowned your lips in a feverish, hot, kiss, burning your mouth with his tongue. 

Every thrust met with the slap of skin-on-skin and the squelch of your fluids. It echoed through your bedroom walls alongside your muffled, whiny moans. You let yourself sink into the pleasure, letting him know that you felt good—that he made you feel good. 

Because truly, he did nothing wrong; it all felt so right with him. 

As he broke away from the kiss, leaving yet another string of saliva between you two, you took the chance to grab his hand. 

“Play with my body. Like here.” You placed his palm onto your breast, squeezing it with his hand underneath yours. “Or here.” You sensually dragged his hand down to your slicked-up, aching clit. 

Wordlessly, he complied, gulping down a constricted moan that bobbed his Adam’s apple. Armin rubbed your clit like you’d taught him, watching your hips wriggle under his touch.  

As a reward, you tightened around him. Oh, did you like seeing him lose composure. You liked picking him apart. You liked plucking the petals off of this innocent, little flower. And judging from his dazed, barely present expression and the hands gripping hard onto your hips, you knew he liked it too.

He whined again, and the sound rang in the air in a soft whisper. So vocal, wasn’t he?

“Don’t be afraid to make noise. I wanna know how good you feel,” you asserted through lidded eyes. 

Armin hummed a noise of confirmation, but it came out more of a moan as he juggled responding to you and recklessly pounding into you. You could tell he felt good—too good—as did you. 

The ebb and flow of pleasure swam inside you with each fill of his cock into your pussy, waiting to burst. You felt so close yet far away, but you let him experiment, toying with you, trying every angle in both erratic and deliberate ways. 

“Fuck!” you both cursed simultaneously with a perfect thrust into that spot inside of you. Your back arched off the bed unwillingly, arms clasping around his back and nails digging into his skin. 

Armin moaned oh-so-sweetly. “I’m so close!” he panted out, a borderline whine. 

“Cum for me. Please, Armin. Do it.” 

And his hips never stopped. Kept fucking hastily and sloppily into you in chase of his climax and in chase of the sweet yelps pouring out of your mouth. You spurred him on, almost able to taste his final moment. 

But the moment never came. You could hear the relentless, wet smack of your colliding bodies and the mix of low groans and hearty moans tumbling from his lips. His hips still never stopped, still chasing, still tasting. 

You couldn’t believe he lasted this long. He really did want to hold out for you, to make you feel good. 

Mewling again, you tightened your arms around his neck, the warmth scalding but the softness soothing under your fingertips. “Touch me. Please.” 

His fingers pinched your perk nipple before you could even finish your sentence. He rolled the bud around with his thumb and forefinger until he heard you moan, finally laying a palm down to squeeze your entire tit—and squeezed hard. You relished in the way his hand trailed down, slowly, to where he could swipe his fingers over your throbbing clit. 

Right now, all you knew was the shape of his cock. Heat radiated from his body and wrapped around you in a warm embrace. His breath tickled your earlobe, face hovering just above the crook of your neck. 

Oh, please, it felt so good, so intimate. Everything about this. Everything about him. 

"I love you. I love you so much,” he rasped through squeezed-shut eyes.

You looked at him wide-eyed, confused, and spellbound within the haze of lust, so out of that you believed your ears played a trick on you. It slipped out of his lips so wantonly you believed he uttered the words accidentally.

Your room suddenly felt too stuffy and a hundred more degrees hotter. A lone, oddly watchful bead of sweat rolled down your brow. 

It took him only a second of your silence before he started nervously blabbering in your ear. "Um, wait, sorry. Shit. I'm sorry. I don't know why I said that. I got lost in the moment. I’m sorry.” 

He slowly inched away from you, but you paid no mind and pulled him back onto your lips. 

You didn’t care that, caught so deep in emotion and pleasure, he said “I love you” during sex—during his first time, no less. His first time with you. And now, after it happened, you didn’t care to warn him of that taboo. You wanted to selfishly indulge in the possibility that he’d always say it to you, regardless of who he shared his first time with. 

In your pleasurable bliss, you let yourself give in. “I love you too, Armin.”

He pulled away abruptly, your lips pulling apart with a wet click, disrupting the strange magnetism between the two of you. 

"I'm sorry,” he whispered, then kissed you full force. 

His love seeped into every pore of your body when he started thrusting into you again, full and hard and deep and starved. He didn’t spare you a chance to breathe with the way his mouth and cock engulfed you whole. 

A mixture of whines, moans, and smacks filled your bedroom once more. The pounding rhythm between your legs grew sloppier, though still unyielding and energetic. You wanted to cry out, louder than ever and let your neighbors know because everything felt so unexpectedly good. Armin. Your best friend. 

You ran your hands through his already-messed-up, blonde hair. You loved this look on him, a side of him that people never saw. Disheveled, falling apart, and...crazy.

He leaned back on his knees, still moving his hips, lust-filled eyes a dark, stormy blue that raked over your body. 

And he did something you didn't expect of him—like he let it slip, like he couldn't keep his composure anymore. 

He smirked down at you. 

But you were convinced it was a mere twitch in your delirium, disappearing when you blinked. 

His tip brushed your G-spot again, and you finally did cry out. “Right there! D—Don’t stop!” 

Armin groaned in response, choking on his words, and suddenly laved a tongue over the pulse point in your neck. “You feel—you feel so good! I can’t hold…!”

That coil in your stomach thrashed with the need to burst and taunted you with the promise of an orgasm. You felt tight all over, so constricted with pleasure and emotion and heat. 

“Y/N, you’re driving me crazy, I’m cumming, I’m cumming, I’m—”

“M—Me, too! I’m close. Cum for me, please.”  

With one last thrust, he came, moaning loud, spilling hot cum into the condom. You felt him twitch inside you as a gradual warmth filled your insides. 

Fuck, that did it for you. You came right behind him, wrapping your legs around him tight like a vice, white-hot pleasure consuming every vein in your body. In that moment, you kissed him and clamped your eyes shut, focusing hard, your cunt squeezing down on him to wring out the last of his orgasm, fluttering and pulsing so uncontrollably hard. It was like your pussy never wanted to let him go, wanted to relish the last of that feeling of home when his cock rooted deep into your pussy. 

All the while, he spewed praises at you, some dirty, some sweet.

You couldn’t tell how long the two of you took to come down, to stop kissing, for your cunt to stop gushing, and for him to pull out—because it seemed like that moment lasted forever. Your cum coated your pelvis, his pelvis, your thighs, his thighs, and the already-soaked bedsheets.

With bated breaths and shaky hands, he pulled off the condom, tied the latex up, wrapped it in a tissue from your bedside, and threw it onto the floor where it landed among your sparsely scattered clothes. 

Armin slumped down on you, wrapping strong arms around your waist in a suffocating, hot embrace. You gladly welcomed his weight. 

It smelled of sex, sweat, and the dwindling remnants of his cologne.

You laid there, catching your breath. 

You did it. He did it. You finished taking his virginity, and he successfully made you cum during the process. 

And everything left you wondering…

Why was that…good? Sex with a virgin. Sex with your best friend. Did you even teach him enough? Because that was definitely a learning experience for you. The post-orgasm clarity hit you now like a slipper to the face, and you couldn’t wrap your head around what just happened. 

Sleepily, you broke the silence, “Good job, Armin. You did amazing. You’re attentive, a fast learner, and just already so good to me. You made me cum twice. For a virgin.” A hearty laugh parted from your throat as you strung your fingers through his mussed hair. “I guess you aren’t one anymore.”

Armin remained silent. Was he already asleep?

In the quiet darkness, your heart started beating fast, even after the sex. Laying here felt domestic, like somebody made this bed for the two of you to snuggle in tonight, like a real couple. 

Armin, face wedged between your sheets and your shoulder, hugged you impossibly tighter when he shifted to look at you. 

“Thank you. I love you, Y/N.”

He breathed those three words with so much adoration in his eyes, gazing at you longingly beneath his thick, long lashes. The blue of his eyes shone brightly even in the dim lighting and through the hair obscuring his face. 

“I really do love you,” he continued. “Not because of the sex. But because you’re a good friend. Thank you for letting me be vulnerable.”

Oh my gosh. You really didn’t deserve him. You’d exchanged your fair share of sentimental, platonic “I love you’s” to each other, but this one wrenched your heart like no other. Especially after sex. 

He left you at a loss for words. But sleep tugged at your eyelids and your mind screamed at you to clean up and your post-nut clarity still remained unresolved; you couldn’t think of a reply even if you wanted to. 

Even overwhelmed, your heart called out to him and you mustered up something. 

“I’m grateful to have you as a best friend. I love you,” you gritted out. 

Wrong. So, so wrong. Right now, this conversation was getting too emotional for a strictly physical agreement. But you didn’t lie nevertheless, and you didn’t have the heart to tell him otherwise. 

Feeling grimy, you wriggle under his hold. “We should clean up. It’s good for women to pee after sex.”

As the final rip of the bandaid, he pecked you on your jaw. “I can’t.” 

Your face twisted in confusion, still clouded by tiredness and the daze of lingering thoughts. “You can’t?”

“I can’t help it,” he suddenly mumbled. 

“Armin, what are you—”

You didn’t get to finish your sentence when you felt something poking your thigh, stiff and hard. 

Armin groaned deep in his chest, the sound rumbling against the shell of your ear as he buried his face into the crook of your neck. 

The hands that were once wrapped around your body slowly released their hold and grabbed onto your hips, hard and impatient. Armin started rutting into your thighs, dragging you along with him. 

Your heart stuttered for a moment, in disbelief that he could keep going and that you would have to keep going, but your pussy clenched around nothing at the promise of something more.

“Can’t help it. I’m—I’m hard again.” 

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[starreo]

eren jaeger drabble.

includes tennis player! eren jaeger, exhibitionism, breeding and, adult themes so, mdni.

PART ONE.

tennis player! eren jaeger, who asks you out as soon as he sees you, and takes you out on multiple dates in the same week.

tennis player! eren, who tells his parents all about you, shying away at their amused response as he mumbles about how he can't wait to introduce them.

tennis player! eren, who hears your cheers during his match against another rising player, and suddenly feels more motivated than ever, to completely crush him, winning the match with straight sets.

tennis player! eren, who rushes to the locker room before his interview, spotting you waiting on the bench, with a smile as your hands rest on the thighs your cute little skirt failed to cover.

tennis player! eren, who was so shocked at his undiscovered potential, that he doesn't realize how hard it's made him till he sees you.

tennis player! eren who takes you then and there, hand raising your skirt to your waist, whispering against your ear about how much of a good girl you've been for him as he finally buries the tip of his large cock in your fluttering, wet, hole.

tennis player! eren, who completely forgets about the interview, mind lost in the overwhelming feeling as his fingers grip tightly around your waist, hips snapping to meet yours when you slam your hands against the lockers for support.

tennis player! eren, who throws his head back as he hears your loud moans and cries of pleasure, groaning silently to not break out of this trance.

tennis player! eren, whose cock is throbbing so vigorously deep inside your womb, waiting to splatter all its cum around your walls as you cry about being close.

tennis player! eren, who reaches his release immediately, when you whisper loud enough for him to hear, to just fill you up completely.

tennis player! eren, who's smiling against your ear as he whispers about how much he loves you, leaving kisses down your neck.

tennis player! eren, who pulls his shorts up, hands stopping yours from slipping your panties back on. he mumbles about how he's gonna keep this one as a trophy, as he shoves them into his pocket, just in time to greet his slightly confused assistant, who hurriedly congratulates him and asks him to come out for his interview.

tennis player! eren, whose lips are sealed with a triumphant smile as he follows his assistant out, only stopping at the door for a second to snap his head back to your worn-out figure, "don't think i'm done with you yet...i'm gonna need more motivation to win the next match."

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[fqiryspit]

hii gorgeous, i hope your doing well! congratulations!! 💕 i love your work 🙌🏽 its my first time asking 🫶🏼 can i request angst 15 and 48?

ahhhhh thank you so much for requesting!! I really really love this one and I hope you do to!! <33 mwah! 💞

15 and 48 = “no, I won’t calm down.” "don't say that!" |fqiryspits 3k event|

abusive!eren x fem!reader

cw: ABUSE!!, emotional manipulation, hitting, scratching, jean is a saint, confusion and almost hallucinatory type things

as you slip into the closing door of your apartment and flick the yellow lights on, your raw ears flinch at the sound of keys slamming against the table

you knew he was mad. you should've just stayed by him all night.

I mean- that's what you usually do at these mediocre parties. bass in your throat while trying to find eren in the changing light to make sure he wouldn't end up in a room with another girl...again.

"you think you're fucking funny?" he mumbles, back still towards you as you come to from your thoughts

"eren. I'm sorry" you whisper, head hanging down as he turns to you, squishing your cheeks together and forcing them back up with him

"tell me, did you fuck him?"

"no!" you slur, mouth detained as you rely on your tongue. he isn't satisfied, with how his nails dig into your plump cheeks, you know he isn't getting over this with just questions.

it was late into the party, eren was slowly slipping from your grip, and you wanted nothing more than to go home and sleep.

"bored?" a voice punctured your ear-drum, yelling over the music.

you turn and saw jean, one of erens many friends as he sips on god knows what.

"I'm fine." you answer simply, eren always warned you about jean and his antics so you're custom to shutting down any conversation right at the start

"don't play that eren shit with me." you froze, what...does he mean? did eren tell him that he told you to stay away?

"I don't know what you're talking about" you almost whispered but he somehow caught it

"yes, you do." he turns to lean against the wall you're on to keep watch of eren while you stare at the floor

"okay...then what happened?" you blink, now finding yourself in erens arms. still standing in the kitchen as you subconsciously dig your nose into erens shirt a little more

"w-we went outside..."

"eren...what does he...do to you?" jean says simply, watching the pool as the water's movements reflect on his pale face

"what do you mean?" you feel your brows contort, he takes another sip of his drink before looking over at you

"does he hurt you?"

"fuck, why would he say that?" eren curses, brushing your hair softer as he shakes his head

"I would never- hurt you? why would he say that?" he almost babbles to himself, grabbing your cheeks again, gentler this time as he swipes over the fingernail marks

"I would never, ever hurt you, baby. it's just sometimes you get into trouble" his voice faded and features dimmed as you heard crickets and muffled screams and music, a blue light swirling on your face as you find yourself back to the pool, and jean awaiting your answer

you didn't even notice the tears in your eyes, tucking your bottom lip in as you try and compose yourself

"he would never wanna hurt me"

"but does he?" he says simply like this is a normal conversation, eyes boring into yours, not moving away for a second

"no. he doesn't"

"what did you say?" a soothing voice tosses you back, you look into his eyes as he is still cupping your face.

you haven't answered him yet.

"what did you say, baby?" he seems...almost...worried with your awaiting answer. he wouldn't be if he actually didn't hurt you...

"what?"

"he wouldn't be if he actually didn't hurt you" jean repeats, sipping on his drink as he sits back on the pool chair

"you're being manipulated and toyed with, y/n. erens is an ass and you need to get out"

get...out? why would I need to get out? I can leave him anytime, there's just no reason.

"there is a reason and you need to- get out" you cup your head, it aches, mostly with confusion, you're not sure what's happening and if you're saying all this out loud again

"fucking answer me!" he slams you into the door again, you cup your head to soften the blow and he stops

"I'm sorry I'm sorry are you okay?" he rushes to your aid, going to your head to check if it's alright

"you...hurt me" you whisper, erens...hurting you.

"I'm sorry baby, I didn't mean to!" he cries, hot tears running down his face as he sobs into your shoulder

"you hurt me eren"

"don't say that!" he wails out, you feel yourself backing away from him as you feel yourself about to burst with so much hate for the man in front of you

"baby? wha-what are you doing?" he calls out, eyes flashing to the doorknob as he reaches for it, making sure you won't leave him just yet

"you're horrible eren, jean is right- and- and, I need to get out-" you yell, eyes blurring with tears

"please baby- you- you need to calm down!" he sobs

"don't tell me to calm down" you whisper, feeling like an idiot for ignoring your friends and putting up with him for so long

"fuck you, eren" you turn, he reaches for you and you take the open door knob and run.

"I'm such an idiot..." you bury your head in your hands

"no, you've just been lied to over and over" jean pipes, as you stare into the swirling pool you make your way back to jean

"thank you"

an: happy birthday eren! hehe, I hope you liked this! I really like doing that style of back-and-forth but I hope it wasn't confusing lmao!! again, thank you so so much for requesting! mwah! 💞

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[cottonconnielvr]

thinking abt loser!nerd!armin who is so toxic and manipulative

all of middle school, high school, and even college he was bullied for being a “wimp” and a “loser”

he was the “unfuckable weird virgin” of school all his life.

loser!nerd!armin who surprises the whole school and even his parents when he shows off his pretty girlfriend

she’s the most popular girl in school, drowned in pink, and a cheerleader. she was the baddest bitch on campus and everyone knew

you are so deeply in love with him, often showing him off and praising him infront of everyone.

loser!nerd!armin who slowly becomes controlling but in an innocent way

he often uses his sob story from middle school, he’s just so insecure n scared you’re gonna leave him :(( he’ll flash you his watery ocean eyes, begging you to not leave him

you quickly reassure him that you’ll never leave him, telling him how he’s so special and perfect just for you

you think he’s wrapped around your finger but he’s got you whipped

he’ll get so jealous seeing guys flirt with you at parties, “Baby I don’t really like you talking to Jean, he was the one of the people who use to make fun of me” :((

loser!nerd!armin who will guilt trip you into feeling more sorry for him , “I’m so glad I met you Y/N, you give me a reason to live every day” He takes his hand in yours, taking your breath away

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[witchofhimring]

Not Alone

Warnings: Smut, a bit of blood, angst (18 plus Minors DNI)

Summary: Sometimes the loneliness gets too much  

Pairings: Mikasa x Reader x Eren 

Notes: I can’t believe what I’ve just wrote 

You groaned as the straps of your armor came. It had been a long mission. You had been covering Sasha and Connie as they stole intel from Marley. Luckily the mission had gone well, they didn’t always. More often than not you were forced to watch as your comrades were gunned down. You would watch as the blood pooled out beneath them, and knew that they were gone. No longer would you be able to see them, laugh with them, care for them. The first time you had seen death you were ten. Shiganshina fell and your mother was bit in half by a titan, it’s grin spreading across the lower half of its face. Since then pools of blood blotting out the memories of your loved ones became an all too current recurrence. Your father had died only a year later, shot by a criminal as he tried to stop the man from harming a child. Your friend Thomas had been devoured by a titan, but when you came back to that spot later you found droplets of blood splattered on the ground. Now whenever you thought of the sandy haired youth, you thought of blood staining the ground. Marlowe on the field with half his face blown off, glass slick with his blood and brains. Moblit, torn to pieces. Nothing more than hunks of red covered meat. You removed your hand from your shoulder to find it covered in blood. 

You gagged. Right now someone was one the ground. Someone with loved ones. Right now an innocent child could find out that a loved one was dead, and turn out like you. You had killed to survive, just as those before you had done. 

Had you minimized suffering by any degree? You joined the military to save lives. But all you had done was kill. You collapsed onto one of three beds. Your eyes drifted to your armor, covered in blood. Sobs filled your throat till they broke free. You buried your head into the pillows.   

Someone slid into your bed and wrapped their arms around your waist. You could feel her chest pressing into your back.

“Mikasa.” It came out as barely more than a whisper. The girl behind you pressed her lips to your neck. You were gently turned onto your back. Hovering over you, Mikasa studied every inch of your pained face. Her thumbs brushed against your closed eyes. You always closed your eyes during moments like these. When everything became too hard you shut out the rest of the world. Mikasa remembered a time when your eyes shone brightly with hope and innocence's. It was one of the reasons she fell in love with you. Slowly you opened your eyes to see her gray ones. Reaching up, you tucked a few strands of her short black hair behind her ears. Mikasa turned her head and pressed a kiss to the inside of your palm. Her lips lingered on a small scar caused by who knows what. You gently pull her down so that Mikasa’s body is flushed with yours. 

“I miss you.” Mikasa’s arm hugged around your waist. She was careful not to put too much weight on you. The arm that was not around you was beside your head, propping her up. You gave her a smile and nodded. 

“Hmm.” She pressed a kiss on your forehead. This wasn’t the first time you had gotten like this. Sometimes it got too much. When it got too much you kept to yourself. Hours spent under the sheet, staring at nothing. During those times you kept your space from everyone, including those who loved you. At one time your eyes were bright. But now they were dull. Mikasa had to watch as over time those e/c eyes dulled. Your eyes shut and hugged Mikasa close. The hand that was on your waist rested on your thigh. Her lips gently pressed against yours. She didn’t want to press anything on you. Sometimes when you were like this you need comfort. Other times you hid from the world. Your arms tightened around her as you returned the kiss. Using her strength, Mikasa pulled you onto her lap. Her hands started to unbutton your shirt and pulled it off your shoulders. She unbuttoned your shirt slowly as her lips brushed against your neck. You nightshirt was discarded to the floor and her hands started on your bra. Before she undid it Mikasa looked into your eyes. You nodded. 

Your body shivered as Mikasa’s fingers gilded over your back. Nails lightly dug into your skin, leaving their mark. But not too deep, never too deep.  Mikasa had always been gentle with you, despite her reputation. Your top was bare and you could feel the cold air against your skin. One hand rested on the small of your back as the other untied the knot holding your pants up. Now your bare thighs rested on hers, clad only in your underwear. Hands seized you waist, causing you to grind down. A whimper escaped your mouth as the beginnings of arousal started to dampen your core. Her mouth was on your, giving a searing kiss. The air seemed to become heavy all of a sudden. It had been ages since you’d felt like this. 

“We haven’t gotten to do this in a while.” Mikasa whispered. You buried her head in her neck. 

“Sorry.” You mumbled. Mikasa shushed your apology and her lips latched onto your shoulder. You squeaked as her mouth started to leave a mark. Hips rutted into hers as arousal poured over her thighs. A tightening sensation could be felt in your core. Breathing became shorter and shorter. Your hands had a tight grip on her shoulders. Then the feeling of euphoria crashed over you. 

“What's going on here?” You squeaked as Mikasa quickly pulled you under her. She hurriedly threw the sheets over your naked body. Angry, she turned to confront however had decided to disturb you.

Standing in the doorway was Eren. 

As he headed to bed, the first thing Eren heard was moaning. He recognized it as Y/n’s, as well as Mikasa’s. A flush rose up his cheeks as his pants tightened. Were they really starting without him. He picked up the pace, all thoughts of sleeping forgotten. He opened the door to find Mikasa in full gear with Y/n naked on her thigh. Y/n’s mouth was open and her eyes screwed shut. The second they noticed him, Mikasa pulls Y/n under her. For a second she looked angry till she realized it was him. He took in the scene. A blushing Mikasa, Y/n hiding underneath her and Y/n’s cum dripping down Mikasa’s leather clad let. 

In a few strides Eren walked up to them. He got to his knees and seized Mikasa’s thigh. You gapped as his tongue licked up your orgasm off Mikasa. Oh my god. As if it were a reflex, you covered your eyes. 

“Y/n.” Mikasa towered over you as she removed your hands from your face, which was really heated up. You expected her to tell you off, like she usually did than when she felt you were being too shy. But this time she was staring at you gently. Your hand ran through her short black hair as you pulled Mikasa down for a kiss. 

Eren ran his hands down Y/n’s thigh, nails lightly racking her skin. He noticed how stiff her thighs were. He pressed on them lightly and she let out a groan of pain. He gently placed her legs over his shoulders. He watched Mikasa’s tongue dominate Y/n’s mouth. A slender finger started to make a circular motion on her labia. Y/n gasped as her back arched as her fist tightened in Mikasa’s hair. Mikasa gave a grunt as she let go. 

“Sorry.” Y/n pressed kisses to Mikasa’s face, making her giggle. 

A pained gasp tore itself from Y/n’s mouth as she felt a burning sensation between her legs. Mikasa immediately broke apart as the feeling disappeared. A hand on the small of your back propped you up on your elbows as your legs were spread further apart. You looked between your legs. Eren was frozen in place. The tips of his fingers were tinted red. When he had slipped his fingers in you hadn’t been prepped properly. Mikasa was rubbing your back, speaking softly in your ear. Embarrassment came over you. You hadn’t bled since you had lost your virginity.      

“Oh my god, Y/n are you okay?!” Eren towered over you, nose inches from yours. His hands grabbed your hips so that he could make sure you were okay. 

“M’fine.” You didn’t want him to feel bad. Decides, the pain had mainly faded. You wrapped your arms around his waist so that his chest was flushed with yours. 

“Your hurt.” Eren couldn't seem to be able to meet your eyes. He’d always been careful when handling her. You always thought it was because you weren’t as strong as Mikasa. Though in his defense Mikasa was the same. Your hands pressed into Eren’s back as you pulled his toned chest down to yours. Legs wrapped around his slim torso as Y/n held him to her. 

“I’m fine.” Y/n sounded slightly choked up as she grinded her pelvis into his. A moan tore itself form Eren’s throat. A blush covered his cheekbones. 

“Please.” Y/n whined. Giving in, he grinded back pulling out a whimper. Seizing the end of his shirt you pulled it off. 

“Mikasa.” You sat up and started to take off her vest as Eren got rid of his pants. Mikasa leaned back and whispered something into his ear. 

“Guys?” You looked between the two. Mikasa sat on the side of the bed, legs spread apart, still dressed in her leather pants. She pats between her legs. You got up and started to kneel in front of her. Mikasa’s hands seized your shoulders and turned you around so that you were sitting on her lap. She gripped underneath your knees and spread your legs over hers, leaving you completely vulnerable. Your hands gripped your knees to give yourself something to hold onto. Eren kneeled in front of you. His hands placed themselves onto your thighs. He looked up at you, seeking your permission. You leaned down and took his face between your hands, pressing kisses to his cheekbones. You wanted him to know that you were okay. Mikasa pulled you back up and pressed your back to her chest. Hot kisses were pressed onto your neck. 

“Ahh!” Mikasa’s teeth grazed your skin one hand pulled your head back, giving her further access. Eren’s tongue suddenly came into contact by running up your slit. Hands gripped his long brown hair. He then thrust his tongue into your hole, causing Y/n to whimper. It was almost too much. Mikasa marking your neck, Eren’s between your legs. Eren’s thumbs spread your lips, but was too afraid to put any fingers inside of you. She turned your head and missed you deeply. Arms encircled your waist and you made out. You saw Eren look up, transfixed by the scene above him. 

“H-hey. Mikasa, I think he likes watching us.” You barely got the words out. Mikasa hummed and lay kisses on your shoulders. 

“Add your fingers. Gently.” The last word came out as a warning.  Eren looked unsure. 

“It’s okay.” You reassured him. Eren started off with one finger, slowly pumping. Sensitive walls closed in as Y/n felt her body being prepped. You whined as his tongue started to tantalizingly graze you. He removed his fingers and grinned up at you. 

“Please?” 

“Since you asked so nicely.” He stuck out his tongue again. He ran it down your slit before plunging right into your core. 

“Ah!” Your hand left Mikasa’s hair and gripped onto the base of Eren’s neck. Hunched over and eyes closed, you felt your legs shake. A kiss was placed behind your left ear. 

“Y/n, open your eyes.” Mikasa whispered. When you did open them, the sight almost made you cum right there. His normally teal eyes were now almost completely black. The bottom half of his face was covered in your slick and his spit. A light blush covered his prominent cheekbones. Mikasa’s slender fingers added to Eren’s tongue. Teeth gritted together, your whole body was starting to be overcome with ecstasy. For a second time Eren’s tongue left you, but this time it traveled further back. 

“What are you-?” Your voice was caught in your throat as you felt the tip grace your other hole. You felt his tongue rimmed the outside of your asshole. Mikasa leaned back to give Eren more room. She giggled. 

“See? Told you he wanted to do that.” A while back, Mikasa hinted that Eren wanted to try this. But you were too shy to confront him on this. Suddenly the familiar sensation of an orgasm was coming. You could feel Mikasa’s fingers on your g spot as Eren seemed to be making out with you down there. Sensing you were about to cum, Eren went back up to your clint. Finally, your orgasm was torn from you. Eyes closed, you slumped against Mikasa’s chest, shaking. Mikasa cradled you to her chest as she pulled you onto her lap.

“Can you continue?” You nodded. You felt it wasn’t fair if only you got relief. 

“I have an idea. Y/n, stand up.” Eren had you stand up as he knelt in front of you. He threw one leg over his shoulder as Mikasa knelt behind you. Grabbing your hips, she impaled you onto Eren’s outstretched tongue. You squirmed at the angle. The second you were placed on his mouth your legs buckled. Luckily he was strong enough to hold you up. Mikasa’s tongue ghosted to the back of your slit. 

It was almost too much. You couldn't even say anything. Every now and then Mikasa’s tongue would dart to your other hole causing you to jolt. The stimulation was starting to make you dizzy. Every muscle seemed to be on high alert. Mikasa’s nails dug into your thighs as she pulled you closer to her face. When you orgasm did come over you, your body collapsed. Eren quickly stood up and scooped you up into his arms. You were carried to the bed you had been on earlier. They let you recover from your orgasm. Mikasa’s hand brushed the hair from your damp forehead, stroking your cheekbone. Eren’s hands gently massaged your thighs, helping you relax. 

“Can you keep going?” Eren hovered over you. 

“Yeh.” You gasped. Mikasa got up and shoved Eren back onto the bed. 

“Stay.” She ordered. She positioned your cunt over Eren’s dick. You hissed as she eased you down onto him. The ache didn’t last too long as you'd been prepped. Mikasa then positioned herself in front of you, on his abs. One of Eren’s hands gripped your waist, as another went between Mikasa’s legs. 

“Ah-!” You let out a gasp at the sensation. It felt like your body was on fire. Though Eren was on the bottom, he was in control. He grinded his pelvis into you. You gripped his waist to stabilize yourself. Mikasa pressed her palm to your stomach, causing you to let out a strangled moan. It made the sensation of your position much more intense. 

Mikasa was the first to cum. She bit into your neck as her nails scratched your waist. When yours came at the same time as Eren. Collapsing onto Mikasa, you let her pull you off and onto her lap. She cooed as you struggled to come down. It had been so long since you had done anything like this and you were just so so tired right now. You felt kisses being pressed to your back by Eren. You sighed as Eren pulled you down beside him on the bed. His arm curled around your waist holding you to him. Mikasa layed on your other side, hand resting on your stomach. With heavy eyes you allowed yourself to fall asleep. You would allow yourself to feel fine, even if it was just for a bit. It was times like this that you didn’t feel alone.                                               

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[blueroses789]

I wish I could be stronger

Warnings:

Mental health issues

Smut

Angst

Domestic violence

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Chapter 22/

Anger is a poison to the heart: Chapter 22 (ps. Reader is as cuddly as an ice statue, so those of you used to nice Y/n, well, she's gone)

Decided that going to the mall was the last thing you wanted to do, called Mikasa to tell her. She sounded disappointed which made you feel annoyed. Didn’t she have other friends? And wasn’t your initial silence a clear signal you just wanted to be left alone? Plus you already had a dress for the Valentines day dance. The dance. You honestly didn’t want to go. But it felt callous to just leave Reiner in the dust. So you resolved to go.

You had spent the morning mindlessly doodling on a piece of paper. Today you had no desire for academics. Around 11:00 am hunger finally caught up to you. With a yawn and a stretch, it was off to the kitchen. To your dismay, Historia was sitting at the table. Despite the tension you were relieved that at least Ymir was not here. There was silence as cereal hit a bowl and the kettle whistled. You sat on a high chair in the kitchen. Almost done, you had thought Historia would leave you in peace. But it seemed the universe had other plans that day. As you put the dirty dishes in the sink the screech of a chair could be heard. Your stomach dropped as she walked towards you. After knowing Historia for several years, you could tell her mood solely based on her steps. This time the steps were heavy but fast, a sign she was angry and coming towards you with intent. So you turned to face her.

For a moment the two of you stared each other down. Historia had a slight angry flush on her cheekbones that she got whenever she was upset. “Well? I know you want to say something.” With no intention of beating around the bush, you just wanted to get this over with. “I get you don’t like Ymir but-” You chuckled. Historia winced. “My feelings go well beyond not liking her Historia.” A white-hot rage had bloomed in your chest, a bursting seed too heavy to stay contained any longer. And out of that seed came vines which wrapped themselves around you in their cruel embrace. It seized your organs, lungs, stomach, and heart. Breathing was becoming difficult, your stomach hurt beyond belief, but not worse than your heart. “Ymir harassed me for months and you just let it happen. Your disgusting Historia.” Her face turned a burning red. “Don’t you pin this on Ymir! I know what you’ve been up to.” This caught you off guard. “What?” “How you’ve been looking at me. Ymir told me all about it.” You were now totally confused. “How I’ve been looking at you?” Historia nervously looked at her feet. “I understand, but you have to stop. I’ve been with Ymir-” That was when you finally understood. It now made sense why she had been behaving like this for the past few months. You truly hated Ymir. So you took one decisive step towards her. “Historia, what did she say?” “That's none of your business.” “Oh, I think it is.” Historia finally met your eyes, here's a hard teal blue. “Why can’t you go after someone who is not taken? First Eren with Mikasa and now me.”

Your breathing came out like a drift of wind out of an empty cave. Ancient, steady, with all the mystery of time. You did not know why you suddenly felt calm, but there was a fury that steadied you. No one had ever believed you. First, it was Eren, now Historia, who had been your best friend. All it took was some girl Historia knew to derail a friendship that had endured for over a decade. In all the stories you had read, the protagonist was always able to prove themselves in the end. The bonds of friendship are what saved them. But you didn’t want to be saved. Maybe you just didn’t have that altruism or were just too tired. So you chose another option.

You leaned in so Historia could be able to properly hear you. “Now you listen to me very carefully. I have never, and will never, have any sort of interest in you. All Ymir saw was a stupid, empty-headed girl who she could use. That's all you are, so don’t pretend anyone will like you for who you are, because I certainly don’t.” When you pulled back there were tears flooding down Historia’s face. But you honestly would be lying if you said you cared. When had she ever cared, all the times you were hiding in your room, scared? You went back to drinking tea, and Historia left.

Reiner was nice and attractive. You had decided to go on a date before the Valentine’s day dance. You were actually pretty excited for this. You had never been on a date before. Even if it was something as simple as getting coffee, it didn’t sound so bad. In the end, you chose jeans and a cute red top. It snugly fitted your body and slopped, showing the top of your breasts. Looking at yourself in the mirror, you were actually surprised to find the reflection attractive. You wondered if you should wear makeup. Or maybe it was too much for a first date? In the end, you settled on simply settling on mascara and chapstick.

As you walked through the apartment you noticed Historia was not there. You wondered if she was in her room. It gave you satisfaction for Historia to feel the way you once did. Hiding in her room feeling utterly alone. With that, you felt the bond break.

Reiner got there first, sitting by the window inside. You gathered your courage, feeling nervous. The cafe was decently crowded, but not to the point of bursting. It was a relief because an empty one would make you nervous. When he saw you Reiner gave you a shy smile. At least you were not the only one who was nervous. It made you wonder if Reiner had ever been on a date before. “Hey.” You gave him a smile you hoped was charming. To your surprise, he stuck out his hand. You guessed Reiner was old-fashioned like that. You obliged, firmly. “So, how are you?” He asked. “I’m fine.” It wasn’t a lie, at least not in your eyes. In fact, you had never felt more free. You asked him how he was, to which Reiner said everything was good. Reiner was a good guy. The two of you simply talked about school and how you were liking your subjects. You knew he took the same business course as you these days. It was not a long one and in the end, you watched Reiner walked away. He had been kind enough to walk you home afterward. It felt like an accomplishment to do something you had never done before. Real fucking good.

As you walked into the apartment you noticed that Historia’s coat was missing. Her favorite pair of pink sneakers was missing as well. You felt sad. Not because you felt guilty. But because you did give a damn

 

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How the AOT men love you (SFW & slight NSFW).. PT 1

MINORS: Please DNI. Further reading means you consent to reading everything here, though it's pretty vanilla tbh.

EREN - A bit rough around the edges regarding emotional intimacy. Don't get me wrong, he definitely will straight up tell you "I love you so much, y/n," -- he's not afraid of saying what he feels. However, because he isn't as reflective and insightful and calm as Armin is (Eren's a little more simple-minded), he isn't a guy who does fluffy stuff all the time. He's more about action and adventure -- always pulling you into the next great thing.

*NEEDS* you to be safe, and happy. He will only feel satisfied if you're doing okay. Man cares about you, more than anything else.

Oh .. oh, Eren is definitely very blunt, and stubborn. He sees things in his own way, and it's hard to convince him to back down on anything he's got his mind set to. However, the flip side of this, is that he is fiercely caring, and righteous. Will protect you at all costs, even for little things: Some as*hole at the grocery store cut you off in line and you almost fell to the ground? Eren has a hand on your back and waist, steadying you, before he storms up to the man with the DARKEST look of determined hatred. This man has ZERO chill. (and we love him for it).

You are the most important thing in the world to him. He loves you so intensely and passionately that you won't have a chance to ever doubt it.

Fluff 1) You and Eren like to go on walks/runs together. Sometimes you two have races. Eren always wins (the little b*tch--) or ends up slinging you across his shoulder while running, the biggest smile on both of your faces as you two enjoy the rush of being with each other, and life. Life with Eren is just so right, exciting, and full of good times.

Fluff 2) Just how many beautiful waterfalls have you seen with Eren? You've even hiked a purple-flower covered mountain with him! And you've both tried many wild fruits, from the strange oblong shaped ones to pretty yellow star shaped ones-- Usually you were the one to notice the fruit while Eren glanced giddily all around the forest canopy and ground. It was tradition that whenever you two discovered another fruit plant/tree, Eren opens up the Wild Fruits and Plants You Can Eat book, gifted to you by Armin ("So that Eren doesn't accidentally eat something poisonous.") Sometimes Eren is not as bouncy with energy when you two explore the world, and instead he will hold your hand as you two stroll casually, cuddling up on each other's warmth.

NSFW 1) Eren isn't afraid to just.. straight up ask you.. when he wants it. He will look you up and down, eyes full of hunger. "I want you. How 'bout you?" Whewwww. 😮‍💨

LEVI - ohh boy i have so much to say about this little dude...

Would go absolutely crazy and turn into a battle demon, if he saw the love of his life in danger. ...

If Levi somehow found the right somebody, and actually spent enough time with them to be in a relationship, he would NEED his partner to be safe. He will not risk losing you-- he won't. Not after Isabel and Farlan..not again. So if you're ever in danger, you will see an overpowered beast emerge from that man's body and soul.

Levi isn't the best at emotional intimacy, is very stiff when it comes to words of affirmation. He hadn't ever really thought about love. He never even thought he'd have the option to be safe physically, let alone be safe emotionally. --But when he does meet that person, they light up his life in ways that just stun him. They feel like a summer's glow. He will look 10 years younger with you by his side, will feel unprecedented relief whenever he goes back to you. Will scare all the cadets because he will have this stupid smile on his face whenever he sees you.

--But Levi is not used to being loved deeply. He wouldn't know what to DO with your love, and he'd definitely have trouble opening up and being vulnerable. Nonetheless, I do think he'd try; he has initiative to do well to you, and to give you everything he can give to you (starts off with him being your literal guardian demon, progresses into him becoming soft to you). It'd take time and effort for him to learn how to love you properly.

Fluff 1) In the beginning stages of your relationship, Levi would enjoy cleaning with you. He would find himself giving you commands to do more chores (with him).. because he -- wants to -- be with you -- so often??? (won't ever never admit this).

NSFW 1) Levi is a v*rgin. Yes. Yes he (most likely) is. He never met the right person before you, so he never had a chance/time to indulge in s*x. The first time you and Levi have s*x, Levi will have his mouth CLAMPED shut-- trying not to make a noise, trying to control his expressions of pleasure. You'll have to teach him/encourage him to just let go lol.

NSFW 2) Levi wanted to have s*x with you for so damn long cause he's soooo attracted to you, but he will not initiate it LOLLLL. He just doesn't know HOW to ask for that. You had to feel up on him and really let him know you wanted it (breathy whispers and requests), before he FINALLY took the reigns and pinned you against the wall, kissing you hard before taking you to the bedroom~~!!

Also, he's a fast learner. (Imagine with that what you will 🥵).

Fluff 3) & After you two finish, he will clean you up immediately. But after that he won't let you go. Will hold you in a hug for an eternity. Is addicted to your warmth and the love/care you two give to each other.

ARMIN - OH MY GOD NO BECAUSE - i'm so in love with this man - oKAYYY: Armin is a very thoughtful, perceptive, and practical lover. You would feel *so safe* around him, at ease, and like you can be your full self. He's very accepting.

Armin is also going to *look out for you.* He is insanely analytically accurate. He has a clear, reassuring, and gentle energy about him. You know that with Armin, you'll be protected from any new obstacle or harm's way.

You and Armin would see the world for fun. Armin is somebody who feels fascinated with exploring the world, and with learning. He'd probably want a partner who is brave. He'd probably want somebody whose actions or way of doing life, amaze him. He would be so f*cking blushy around you, stuttering and all, whenever you smile so brightly at him -- you're like the sun to him.

Armin *would die for you.* He practically died already, for Eren & the mission. Armin wouldn't hesitate to give himself up, because that's how deep and true his love is for you. (And you genuinely get mad at him for this... but neither of you will budge-- you'd both die for each other).

Fluff 1) You and Armin like to read together :'). Armin will have red blush dusted across his cheeks, and his eyes will be shining as he talks excitedly, imagining all the things the book talks about. You adore it.

Fluff 2) You tell Armin you had a rough day, and he will set up a bath for you. While you bathe in the dark with candles, Armin will be in the kitchen with stew or soup simmering on the stove, before he quietly leaves the house: He will personally scour the bookstore in order to find a book that he thinks will make you smile-- or a book you two will both enjoy reading together/discussing together. Literally this man is like light okay. When you come out from the shower he will be there with a fresh, steaming bowl of stew and a dessert he picked up from the store. You two will eat together and then read a book, cozily cuddling on the couch.. before things get s*xy.

NSFW 1) This man is a *PLEASURER* -- Everything will be gentle, but imbued with such strong love for YOU. Will worship your body. Armin will feel like the luckiest man alive. He sees all your goodness, admires you, and is huge on praising you. Also he moans a lot, even if it's just a soft one that escapes him. Not sorry.

NSFW 2) For my switches/d0ms: You care deeply for Armin, and you also want to see his face when he's a writhing mess-- Sometimes you'll tie him up, and he will... oh he will be so helpless and flustered. You will be giving him all the sensation and he will *love it so much.*

REINER - Somebody come get yo man TT!! Reiner is a f*cking sweet, really good guy. Would protect you and your children (if you have them)-- with EVERYTHING he has -- from difficult, unfair situations (like what he was put through). But, Reiner also probably would want somebody who is strong, because strength means you can protect yourself, and change the world -- Strength is a necessary trait for survival, and he is attracted towards people who are able to stay efficient and alive.

Reiner wants a morally beautiful/morally pure hearted partner. Definitely wants a good person (I mean... Him and Historia in Season, what was is, 2? --speaks for itself). AND I MEANNN Reiner has such a soft heart-- he literally cracked psychologically because he couldn't handle the trauma of being a double agent in a cruel world-- so his pure heart seeks out another pure heart <3

Reiner would ADORE relaxation time with you! He wants the soft fluff, and the soulful moments, like laying together under the stars-- being safe, peaceful, *free.* Reiner has had the burden of war and the Armored Titan like a boulder on his shoulders for ... as long as he can remember. When you're both cozied up together, hands interlaced under the big night sky, Reiner's heart will have bursted and melted all throughout his body. He hasn't ever felt freedom before-- until you. (don't mind me f*cking sobbing right now. he deserves the world!!)

Fluff 1) You and Reiner sometimes do typical, fluffy couple stuff, like go to parks and have picnics, or going to the aquarium, or baking together. Reiner loves the domestic life with you, and you will always catch him gazing dreamily at you, as if he's not sure you're really his. Are you actually right there in front of him? How did he get this lucky? ..Man short circuits a lot around you.

Will definitely be so caught up in his smittenness for you that when you drop the bread dough on the ground and start getting upset/sad, he will just be staring at you like o// //o, not even realizing what happened.

NSFW: I honestly haven't thought about this but I will update this post when I do have some accurate guess on what Reiner in the bedroom is like-- (you can comment if you wanna be tagged for when I do finish this post/ make part two)

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Eren is a nasty man.

He always fucked your pussy hard and desperate, begging for the familiar sensation of your tight, creamy pussy clenching around his dick. You’re gasping and babbling as his cum seeps from in between your thighs—white, sticky, wet cream leaking from what Eren considers his pussy. Eren always gets primal—feral—at the sight of him spreading wet cum on your stomach with the tip of his dick, eyes dazed and completely focused on marking you—his fat pink tip drenched in his own cum, he's moaning as he starts to rub his big dick all on your stomach just out of pure desperation. Eren is a shy, nasty little loner, but that doesn't stop him from holding your thighs open as his tongue slurps and fucks into your little pussy, slurping and licking every drop of cum that coats your soft thighs and drips out your cunt.

 

And when he's finally done tongue-fucking your pussy, licking up all the juices from your leaking cunt, his mouth is drenched in your slick and his cum—his green eyes always seem to be sparkling almost lost. Eren always blushes at the sight of you, his cheeks turning a brilliant shade of red as he licks the corners of his lips at your fucked-out state. He kisses you so gently yet with intensity that you can taste him—all of him. Your sticky juices mixed with his salty cum on his lips—you can taste all of it on the tip of your tongue. 

Eren is a nasty man, but he can't help it when it comes to you.

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