#producer armin

[chrollohearttags]

little miss pressure • armin artlert

armin was notorious for his wild ways and sexscapades but ends up meeting his match in the form of a girl he’d never expect. And it leaves the notorious playboy stuck on his new fixation.

plus size black reader, (y/n) works in the adult entertainment industry, alcohol and weed use, armin and reader are some FREAKS, reader is very hyper sexual and tbh a bad bitch 😝 (this is nasty, I apologize in advance!)

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producer!armin has always been a man synonymous with a less than savory lifestyle. Sex, drugs, fame and glory..it was all he ever desired. To live each day as if it were his last and let the consequences happen as they may. His vices were those every other music industry maestro that got into it for all the wrong..and selfish reasons. Especially when it came to women, which may have been his greatest weakness.

Switching them out like his latest pair of Amiris or his brand new Audemars. Picking them up at every illustrious strip club or his infamous house parties..working his way through a ten mile long roster of girls. Comprised of every bachelorette (and sometimes others wives) this side of South Beach. He didn’t care about what followed or if he hurt their feelings. All he wanted was his one night and a good nut. After that, what they did was none of his concern. And hell, with his good looks, he could get away with just about anything. Until you came along…until (y/n) showed up at one of his little soirées. Invited by a friend of a friend, who had spoken all about the engineer and all his antics. About the hits he’s produced, his track record and extremely high body count. Something that didn’t particularly off put you, seeing as how promiscuity was your entire profession. You were an upcoming adult film star, taking the internet and nsfw spaces by storm. A brick house of a woman who didn’t mind flaunting that beautiful body and working it in ways that many wish they could. Sex with you had been described a ‘spiritual experience’ by many. From the incredible head game to the pussy that had gotten many of your bills paid. A month after working with a couple of creators and collaborating with a few porn production companies, it all took off. Your OnlyFans was jumping and everyone wanted a taste of the newest BBW on the scene. And tonight, you were out prowling for some trouble to get into. You had your fair share of good hookups but you needed the man that was going to give you the type of dick that would change your life. It came not a moment too soon when you got some alone time with Mr. Artlert. Trust, he was more than well aware of your reputation and he wanted to see if it preceded you. And the feeling was mutual..

seeing as how you had only ever spotted him with skinny model types and BBL bodies..not that anything was wrong with it but you were a bit skeptical. Not questioning if you could pull him or anything but if he could truly handle you! Would he truly be worth the hype. But after downing a few daiquiris; making subtle eye contact from the room, he’d approach you with that signature smug look on his face, flashing you a toothy grin and boldly greeting you with a hug. “Yeah, (friend name) told me all about you..it’s very, very nice to meet you, miss (y/n). So glad you made it out.” Sealing it with a classic peck to the back of your hand..by the look on his face, he was more than likely assuming that you’d be easy pickings. Insecure and lacking self esteem as a bigger woman. That you’d be happy that someone like him was even looking in your direction. But was he sorely mistaken! Especially when hours later, after chatting you up the whole night and once the rest of his guests had gone home..he got you up to his bedroom and out of that designer on your body. “Are the rumors true, sweetheart?” “Find out for yourself if you’re man enough.” All it took was a shared spliff and a little more liquor before you had him spread across his own bed, toes curling midair as he released loud screams. “Ohhhhh fuck! (Y/N)…goddamn.” Howling from the head he received..engulfing all eight and a half inches of that veiny girth as if you lacked a gag reflex of any sort. “Yeah, fuck this throat. Don’t play with me.” Emitting strings of spit and covering that cock in it. Flicking your tongue around his sack and momentarily over his asshole. All while jerking him off. Never in his life had he had a bitch so nasty and he loved it! God, he loved how you abandoned every bit of your morals in the bedroom. Making his nut from sucking his dick when no one woman had ever done so before. “They weren’t lying, huh?” “Told you..”

but he was no minute man himself. See, after getting slurped up like that, he had to a little something to prove..and he’d do so by devouring your pussy while he ushered you atop his mouth. “Don’t look at me like that, sit the fuck down, baby. I can take it.” Assured in his abilities and absolutely infatuated with your flavor…moaning as he inhaled your scent and flicked his tongue all over your clit. Kneading his hands into that thick ass and hips, even prompting you to bounce up and down on his face. Causing a collision with those heavy cheeks. “Yes! Right there…oh God..” drawing out high pitched wails from your sore throat and sweet juices from that tightness. Coating his entire chest in your squirt. And from there, he couldn’t let up off of you. At least not until he pinned those legs back and put that dick stomach deep. “Wet this dick up then since it’s like that.” With those substances coursing your systems, it brought forth an even nastier side for both of you..if that were even possible! “Ion think you’ll leave me alone if I do.” Your feet plastered to the headboard as he pounded you relentlessly. “This pussy so fucking good!…” cracking only a few minutes and strokes in because he had never felt it this wet and gushy before. It was like being encompassed and coddled in a warm blanket that nestled his dick as if were made especially for him. Folding you into a mating press and having to bare all of his body weight just to reign you in. His one hundred seventy pounds in comparison to your nearly three hundred. He had piped many women in his young life but you were the true definition of pressure. Making loud smacking noises from the slick dribbling from that plump cunt. The fatter the pussy, the wetter and he was learning first hand. Burrowed over your face and feeding you slow, sloppy kisses, along with tons of slaps and spit..another first for the philandering bachelor. He didn’t want to leave it if he were being frank.

“Yeah, beat that motherfucker up, daddy. Keep going!” Reaching down to massage your bud with those coffin shaped claws as you glared into his eyes and done something that would truly drive him insane. “F—fuck! Squeezing me like that..gonna make me nut all in your shit.” Throbbing and fully swollen inside of you. Posing the statement like a threat but that was exactly what you were hoping for! And when he couldn’t control himself another moment, you found yourself filled to the brim and with a heavy slap to your ass, he’d command you all fours where he all but shoved his face between your cheeks, eating you out once more because he loved drinking it in. Shortly after, stuffing your other hole with a thumb and your pussy full of his still erect cock. Placing a foot on your head, beating your shit in and making you arch your back. That ass moving like water nearly drove him insane. The best backshots he’s ever given. And after rounds and rounds of fucking each other senseless..all for footage for your page, the producer was all but unconsciousness from exhaustion. Housing his entire load into your womb without so much as a second thought. He was sure to be sleeping peacefully, even telling you that you could spend the night. Words he had never uttered prior. Knowing that you had gotten him hooked and it surely wouldn’t be the last you’d be seeing of Armin Artlert. But for now..you’d gotten what you came for..

and you’d be gone before the sun could rise.

@lusts1ck 🫶🏾

#cherry’s drabbles🍒 #cherry’s fics 🍒 #aot x black reader #black fem reader #armin x black !fem reader #armin aot #armin x chubby reader #armin x black reader smut #armin x fem reader #musician au #reverb series #producer armin #black reader #armin snk #armin imagine #armin fic #armin arlert #armin headcanons #armin x black reader #arminarlert #snk armin #attack on titan armin #armin arlet headcanons #aot armin #aot au #tw n/sfw #black fanfiction #armin artlert headcanons #armin artlert #armin attack on titan

[chrisburke]

Tiësto and Armin, the greatest 2 to ever do it 🙌🏻

#tiësto #armin van buuren #tiesto #dutch #dance music #edm #dance music producer #music producer #dj #netherlands #nederlands #tijs verwest #Armin #legends

[genacity]

ᚙ GENACITY’S KINKTOBER 2023! ୭ৎ

hello everyone, it’s gen! this year, i’ve decided to participate in kinktober to make up for the lack of content i’ve been producing. to put it short, i’ve been super busy and demotivated because i haven’t played hoyo games in a while. but, i thought it’d be fun to crank out a few halloween themed stories for you guys to let y’all know i’m still alive. every monday and friday of the month i will be posting a blurb or story with one character and a few kinks. so, without further ado, genacity’s 2023 kinktober prompt list!

the kinks written in this masterlist may be considered graphic or extreme for some audiences. please be advised.

this may or may not include mythical species / monsterfucking (vampires, lycanthrope, ghosts, etc), bondage, aphrodisiac / drugging, somnophilia, unhealthy obsession, blood (no gore), impact play, etc.

in all works, each party explicitly verbalizes their concent and is aware they are consenting. in the case of established relationships, it is to be interpreted that the couple has mutually agreed to anything beforehand (ex. somnophilia, aphrodisiac, etc). and is aware and okay with what their partner is doing. safewords are present, consent is key.

this masterlist will also be multifandom to reach more audiences and test my comfortability writing for new media.

as always, minors, do not interact with any of my works or me in general. this blog contains mature content.

thank you for choosing whorror airlines. ✈️

OCTOBER 2. gojo satoru

your boyfriend gojo satoru is convinced you’ll never be able to knock him off of the pedestal he stands on. saying he’ll always be the one to fuck you good and straight, that you’ll never one up him. maybe it’s time to show him that he’s not always right.

bratty! first time sub! gojo, overstim, dacryphilia, anal penetration & fingering, hair pulling, dumbification

OCTOBER 6. rengoku kyojurou

when a clueless hashira wanders into your layer of operations, you can’t help but put up a fight— and admire his fat tits through the inconvenient tear in his uniform you inflict.

demon! reader, masochist? rengoku, feminization, body worship, praise, nipple play, impact play

OCTOBER 9/10. armin arlert

as a vampire and a parent, it’s hard to find a babysitter that’ll stay up all night with your nocturnal little one while you’re at work. luckily for you, armin is here to get the job done.

vampire! parent! reader, babysitter! armin, blood kink, blood sucking, slight pain kink, handjob

OCTOBER 13. vi (league / arcane)

after coming home from a long day of work, your darling girlfriend vi surprises you with some gourmet chocolate. a sweet affection laced with something she thinks she’ll get away with, little does she know that you know her all too well.

afab! reader, aphrodisiac chocolate, degradation, cunnilingus, fingering, spanking, slight overstimulation

BREAK. OCTOBER 15 — 21.

OCTOBER 23. kaeya alberich

as a werewolf, it’s hard to control your animalistic urges as is. but while in a heat; dizzy and restless and constantly feverish with your tease of a boyfriend around, it just gets that much more difficult.

amab! werewolf! reader, breeding kink, heat, anal pen, “monsterfucking”, spanking, belly bulge, established relationship

OCTOBER 27. simon “ghost” riley

you and your partner ghost have to train on how to get out of hostage situations. luckily for you, you’re good at tying knots.

sadist! reader, masochist! ghost, bondage, temperature/wax play, suggestive

#@ genacity kinktober 2023 ! 🩸 ☆ #kinktober #dom reader #sub character #sub smut #jjk smut #kny smut #aot smut #arcane smut #league of legends smut #genshin smut #cod smut #sub jjk #sub kny #sub aot #sub arcane #sub genshin #sub genshin impact #sub cod

[merakidoll]

Attack On Titan Masterlist. ౨ৎ

EREN YEAGER !

- eren’s m.list !

CONNIE SPRINGER !

- plug!connie !

- son’s best friend ! plug!connie / age gap

- artistic!connie !

- son’s best friend 2 ! plug!connie/ age gape

- the pleasure of you ! | artistic!connie

ONYANKOPON !

- store owner ony ! ( m.list )

- producer!ony !

- mr. eater !

REINER BRAUN !

- farmer!reiner !

ARMIN ALERT !

- toxic armin !

MULTI !

- liar liar ! | plug! and bi conren.

- connie + ony ! | bi! onynnie

#— resources !

[cosmicjoke]

Alright... okay... I just... need a moment.

Fuck, I'm emotional. I'm trying to gather my thoughts, but it's difficult. So I'm going to try my best.

First, I just want to say thank you, thank you, thank you to everyone involved in the creation of this anime, of this story, of this masterful, masterful piece of art. The animators, the composers, the writers, the voice actors, the directors, the producers, just, everyone. And most especially, to Hajim Isayama, who, without doubt, has created one of the greatest stories ever told.

And with that said, I'm just going to say this. "Attack on Titan" is, in my opinion, the greatest show ever made. I mean that, sincerely, and with all my heart. It's the greatest show, and one of the greatest stories, of all time. It's truly a masterpiece. A pillar of great art. I don't think that's hyperbole. I think that's absolutely true.

I don't even know where to start.

I'm just blown away. Completely blown away.

Ahh, well, I guess I'll just start by talking about some of the changes that were made, and what wasn't, and how much I appreciate both. I knew they would stick with the overall story and not change the ending, and I'm so glad they didn't, because it was always the right ending. I don't care what anyone says, what anyone's criticisms are. This was always, always, always the right ending.

The obviously biggest change was the conversation between Armin and Eren near the end, and I think, given the controversy caused by this particular moment in the manga, I'm not surprised, and I think they did an excellent job of clarifying what Armin actually meant, and most importantly, that he wasn't ever condoning Eren's actions. That they had Armin instead take on and shoulder the responsibility of Eren's actions, in a show of love and friendship to Eren, was incredibly moving and gut-wrenching at the same time. That Armin blamed himself for what Eren did as much as Eren himself, and said that they would be together again someday, in hell, was actually incredibly shocking to me. But then, it makes perfect sense for Armin's character. Armin, who from the very beginning understood and accepted the bleak reality of war, of having to abandon one's humanity in order to accomplish victory. Armin's never shied away from who he really is, or what he's capable of, or tried to console himself with an idealized self-image. It doesn't surprise me that he blames himself for Eren's actions, or takes on as much responsibility for them as he places on Eren. Though one could argue all day against Armin's self-condemnation, I think it makes perfect sense for his character. I also adore how they really clarified and left no room for doubt as to the motivation behind Eren's actions. He just flat out admits at the end that it was because he wanted to "see this sight", meaning a world completely devoid of humanity, of life. He admits to Armin that he's a "slave to freedom", that this outcome came about because of who he is and for no other reason. Not to make the alliance into heroes, not to save Paradis. It was because Eren couldn't accept a concept of freedom beyond what he'd seen in Armin's book. Because, as he says of himself, he was an idiot who came into power. 80% of the world's population died because of that. But as Historia also admits in the end, it's also a result of ALL their choices. I always have maintained that AoT is a cautionary tale of what happens when we blame and persecute and hold accountable people for the sins of the past. Eren, an idiot, only came into that power to begin with because of Marley's persecution of the Eldian's, continuing to punish the Eldian people for the crimes of their ancestors. Indeed, Historia was correct. It was a culmination of all of their choices. Violence begetting more violence, and on and on the cycle continues.

The Jeagerist's created an army out of fear of reprisals from what remains of the outside world, but in doing so, they sealed their own fate. In becoming so hostile to begin with, they ensured those reprisals. That's the great irony. They formed an army to protect themselves, they became a hostile nation, an isolationist nation, and in the end, it lead directly to them being destroyed. As Armin tells Eren, his violence and desire to see a world wiped clean of humanity leaves them with nothing but the lesson of kill or be killed. It leaves nothing but a legacy of continued violence. That's the whole point of this story, of course. That violence only ever leads to more violence. Even when we don't have a choice, even when we're backed into a corner and there's no way out but to fight, even when it's the right and only choice. That's the tragedy of violence. That's the tragedy of the world. That's the tragedy of humanity. It's not that violence is always wrong. Violence isn't always wrong, but it's always tragic, and it always only leads to tragedy. Armin's condemnation of Eren and his actions here, telling him that he's robbed the world of even the small hope of one day understanding one another, that's the condemnation of Eren's violence, the condemnation of the cycle of violence. He pushed Paradis toward armament through his actions, but so did the rest of the world. People will always fight one another. There will always be war as long as there are people. The only way there won't be war is if there are no people, as Armin says, and that's the biggest joke of all. There's no such thing as lasting peace. Paradis meets its demise in the very end because it falls to the same trap, the same cycle of violence, the same cycle of continued hate that drives all war and that, saddest of all, is intrinsic to the human condition. Violence is intrinsic to the human condition, and to nature itself. In the end, Paradis brings about it's own demise, just as, in the end, Marley and all those who persecuted the Eldian's, brought about theirs. This is an anti-war story. That's what it's always been. Anyone who says otherwise is a fool. But it's also a story about the tragedy of humanity and the inescapability of our nature as a species.

So, okay, now, because I'm primarily a blog which talks about Levi, and because Levi is probably, far and away, my favorite character of all time, I have to talk about him.

What can I say?

Levi was the hero of this final episode. Of this final bow of what, again I repeat, is the greatest show I've ever seen, and one of the greatest stories ever told.

Levi is a hero.

First, if anyone, if I see anyone ever, ever, ever question Levi's commitment to humanity and to saving it ever again, after watching this episode, I will come down on them like a fucking bomb myself.

Levi saved humanity.

They all did, of course. They all contributed.

But Levi... Levi was the leader that saved humanity. He became the leader in that moment that humanity needed. For all the talk and accusations thrown Levi's way, of robbing humanity of it's greatest chance at survival in Erwin, by letting Erwin die, it was in a time of humanities greatest need that Levi stepped up and took the reigns and didn't let humanity fall.

Levi wasn't the strongest in this battle. He wasn't humanities strongest soldier anymore. He wasn't the most affective in battle, or able to single-handedly turn the tide of the battle, like he might once have been able to. But he didn't let anyone give up. He didn't let anyone give in. He didn't let anyone lose hope.

I've been saying this since the manga ended, but seeing it brought to life like this only drives it home all the more.

Levi rallied and organized and held together his soldiers when they were all ready to give up and give in. When his own body was ready to give in and give up, Levi's heart and will wouldn't. It was Levi who enabled Mikasa to deliver the final, killing blow to Eren by not giving in to despair or fear or grief when it became clear that everyone on the ground was going to turn into a pure titan. It was Levi who, in the end, fulfilled the dream of his fallen comrades of a world without titans, by keeping it together and giving out orders, by abandoning his own driving need to save lives, like he's always done, since the beginning, in order save more, in order to save the lives of people who had done nothing, in fact, but condemn and persecute him his whole life.

Levi is a hero. He's a pure hero. He has the purest heart of anyone. He's the best of them all.

And I think the change they made to Levi's final scene just drives that truth home all the more.

I'm not gonna' lie, I nearly burst into tears seeing what they did in Levi's last scene. To have him sitting there in his wheelchair, his body not even a fraction of what it had once been, but still finding a way to help people, to help, especially, children, again, it drives home without doubt what Levi is. A hero. To see him handing out candy to children, to see the happiness he finds in that simple act... Jesus Christ, I really don't even know what to say about this. It was maybe the most beautiful moment in the entire series. Shit, I'm gonna start crying just talking about it. To see him smile, again, at last, to see him truly at peace. He found a way to be a hero, even with his strength gone. He found a way to be a hero without having to be a weapon, because Levi's heroism was never in his strength. It was never because he was physically strong, or a weapon. It was never because being a hero was easy for him. It was because of his heart. Because his heart is the heart of a hero. His heart is the heart of someone who has only ever wanted to help and protect others. That he still wants to and does help people, despite already having given everything...

Yeah, don't nobody ever, EVER say to me again that Levi doesn't care about humanity. He helps even when he doesn't have to. Even when he deserves to be selfish.

He cares more than anyone.

Man, that's all I have for now. I'm pretty speechless about this episode. I'm just beyond words.

Greatest show ever. Not anime. Just any show, ever. One of the greatest pieces of cinema ever made. One of the greatest stories ever told, with some of the greatest characters to ever exist.

Thank you Hajime Isayama, for giving this gift to the world.

#attack on titan #the final season #part 3 #part 2 #Levi Ackerman #Eren Yeager #Armin Arlert #Mikasa Ackerman #jean kirstein #connie springer #reiner braun #gabi braun #falco grice #shinkgeki no kyojin

[thursdayisfriday]

ꜱᴛᴀʏ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴍᴇ…ꜰᴏʀᴇᴠᴇʀ⋆˚♡˖°

⤑ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ: Patient! Yandere x Nurse! GN! Reader

⤑ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢ: Mention of mental illness, mention of you being man handled, Mention of blood, mention of you getting choked and cursing

⤑ꜱᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ: One of your patient's calls out for you so you have no choice but to go help them, but they seem to have other plans.

​⤑🇮​​🇳​​🇸​​🇪​​🇷​​🇹​ ​🇹​​🇭​​🇪​ ​🇫​​🇴​​🇱​​🇱​​🇴​​🇼​ ​🇨​​🇭​​🇦​​🇷​​🇦​​🇨​​🇹​​🇪​​🇷​ (​🇮​​🇫​ ​🇾​​🇴​​🇺​ ​🇸​​🇴​ ​🇩​​🇪​​🇸​​🇮​​🇷​​🇪​): Deku, Denki, zenitsu, tanjiro, luffy, muichiro, lovesick wally, Gorou, venti, aether, Razor, Ranpo, Atsushi, Hinata, Kenma, Noya, Yamaguchi, Armin, (Basically any character of your choice)

You tapped your pencil anxiously, as you looked down at the paper on the desk. The dim light above you twitched ever so slightly,it produced a warm glow. You start spirling from the lack of sleep you had and just stare at the paper, stopping all movement. ́When was your shift supposed to end again?´ ´either 10 or 11 pm? ́. You looked up at the blinking light before looking at your coworker, who was now laying with her head on her desk sleeping. Her hair covered her face as her back moved a little while she snored. Turning your eyes in front of the files in front of you, you lean into your chair stretching. A yawn escaped your mouth when you laid back into the chair.

Beeeeeep-

Beeeeeep-

Beeeeeep-

Rolling your eyes,you turn your head to look over to where the sound was coming from. A red light was flashing near a small speaker on the wall as it buzzed. You rolled your chair over to the noise, surprised that your coworker has not woken up yet. Pressing the red button you cleared your throat before answering. ¨Yes?¨ You said in a rather tired voice. ¨Nurse- Nurse!..uh..Could please come down and h-help me?¨ a raspy but sweet voice reply making your skin crawl.

It was one of your patients. One that you never really see that often but heard enough about. He was known for how kind and sweet he was but also known for latching on to things so quickly. After being diagnosed with munchausen syndrome and PPD the nurses tend to keep their distance away from the man; seeing as how violent he could be.

You sighed calmly, ¨I´ll be there in a second¨. ¨Okay, Thank you!¨. It´s was almost like you could hear him smiling. Getting up you grabbed you keys and walked out to room, locking the door behind you. You walked through the quiet hallway, casually smiling and giving a little nod to the nurses who passed by. Finally you reached the elevator. To your luck nobody was on it. Scanning your card you hit level zero and watched the doors close. Level zero. The level that no nurse, doctor or guard would ever want to be in. Only the violent patients would be held down here, bound and tortured any time they did anything suspicious. Once again a yawn escaped your lips while you stuffed your hands into your pocket. You watched the numbers change until all that was left was a red blinking zero.

The doors opened and you were greeted with the cold wind as well and two guards with guns pointing to you. Swiftly you raised your hands up showing your ID. ¨Okay, you guys really have to stop doing that¨ you chuckled, easing the tension. The guards mumbled a sorry before putting their guns to the side and letting you pass. You speed walk past all the compartments, earning stars from all the guards. You took a left, again showed your ID to the guards and entered a small room, where another separate chamber. You gulped as you closed the door behind you, getting close to the thick glass. Abruptly, the boy turned around, showing his somewhat scratch up face. ¨Nurse! Y-your here!¨ He smiled trying to get closer to the glass but was pulled back by the chains around his wrist and neck. ̈Thank god You came!…It's quite disappointing if someone else had came.¨ He mumbled the last part.

¨Never mind that, i missed you so much!¨ He smiled widely with his lovesick eyes. Your eyes traveled to his arm staring at the bleeding scratch marking again. He was doing it again. ¨Can you come in?¨. You look at him, questioning his intention. He quickly catched on to this, fidgeting with the chains. ¨W- what…PLEASE… I´LL BE GOOD THIS TIME I PROMISE¨. He raised up the chains pulling it slightly, ¨Look- Look the guards locked me up even tighter than before! SO PLEASE!¨ His face reddened from desperation as he stared into your eyes. You looked at his arm, once more. You needed to check his wounds, but of course you couldn't do anything with the damn glass in your way.

You hesitantly walk towards the glass door, mumbling “alright”, watching as his eyes happily follow your movement desperately. ¨You will?!?¨ He said, excitedly. Unlocking the door, the sound of his chain rattling startled you while you entered the room, locking the door behind you. ¨You called?¨ You said, cutting to the chase. You turned around and kept your back pressed against the cold glass, you were about 8 feet away for the man; watching him contently. ¨It's been quite a while since i have seen you. You…you look so charming.¨ he said dodging the question. Your cheeks flushed pink a little, but you turned your face to the side away from the compliment.

You needed to get this over with. Get back to your desk and, i don 't know, fall asleep or something. To be honest you had nothing to do. So this was going to be the most entertainment you had all day. You huffed getting closer to the man, Kneeling down in front of him. You watched his smile grow as his cheeks redden. Now you were 4 feet away. You looked around his neck, arm and face. He definitely needed to be patched up.¨you smell so…delicious…Vanilla is it?¨ You looked at him before nodding.

¨Your skin looks…so soft makes me just want to- nARG!¨ He jumps on to you, breaking from the chains. Your head hit the concrete floor as you shrieked. But…nothing came out no sound. Nothing. ¨shhhhh..Hey now… don't scream..I wouldn't want to have to hurt you now¨. Your version was blurry and your head ringed. You felt and put weight on top of you and your mouth. A hand snaked its way onto your neck, choking you a little. The man on top of you chuckled as he watched you underneath him. ¨Those shitty guards are so bad at their job.¨ he rambled, as you wiggled in his arms. ¨I mean like at these Shitty chains…there too easy to get out of”. Your head felt light as you closed your eyes shut in pain. You didn't even know you were bleeding until you felt some liquid roll down your face. A soft hand cupped your cheek harshly, making you look up. ¨You taste so nice¨. He licked the blood coming from down your cheek, you tremble from the feeling of his tongue on your skin.

You needed to get out of here and fast, before he did anything else to you. You looked around frantically trying to calm yourself down. A punch? No, you don't really have an option to move your arms right now. Maybe a bite hand? Actually, no. For all we know, he might actually like that. In an attempt to get out of the situation, you kicked him in the gut, making him grunt in pain. You take this opportunity to push yourself up and try to run.

But of course, you fail, dropping to the floor as you felt a hand grab your ankle and twist to. Your eyes watered at the sudden pain, while he dragged you against the floor towards him. ¨Nu-uh.. I can't have you going anywhere, sweetheart¨. You tried and scream but was silenced again. More tears fell down your face. Pain washed over your body. ¨Now look what you made me do¨. You started to think of your family and friends. Everyone you know. Everything you did. ¨If you had stayed still like i told you too, I wouldn't have broken your leg¨. His hand brushed across your face, trying to wipe away all your tears.

Was this really the end? You wanted to leave and just disappear. Rewind time to stop this from happening. Your body went limp as he made you look into his eyes. His lovesick eyes. Tears are still falling from your eyes. You watched him, eyes widening as the man laughed like a maniac. Your heart stops at the next words he said.

¨Now you can stay with me forever, and ever and Ever AND EVER!¨

I hope you enjoyed (⁠人⁠⁠´⁠∀⁠｀⁠)⁠｡⁠ﾟ⁠+

#x reader #x male reader #fanfic #x male y/n #anime #anime x male reader #anime x you #demon slayer #x female reader #deku x reader #denki x reader #mha denki #zenitsu x reader #tanjiro x reader #luffy x reader #muichiro x reader #lovesick wally #wally x reader #gorou x reader #venti x reader #aether x reader #razor x reader #ranpo x reader #atsushi x reader #hinata x reader #kenma x reader #noya x reader #armin x reader #yamaguchi x reader

[mayariviolet]

Random AOT Headcanons - Modern AU

(ft. Eren, Connie, Sasha, and Jean)

summary: Stuff I couldn’t formulate into a coherent or long enough post. Kinda fluff? I just want them to be happy tbh🥺.

a/n: Mostly character traits for my fic temperance! 👀 But honestly, this is how I picture them in general. I’ve been missing my own story lately (even though I’m literally responsible for writing it💀).

Eren:

Addicted to those shitty mobile games. He’ll turn on airplane mode just so he doesn’t get stupid pop-up ads.

Since he’s an avid mobile gamer, if he’s out of whatever resource he needs, he’ll pay that $2.99 for a ‘booster pack’ or whatever.

Hates cilantro. Despises it. He gets lowkey mad when he sees it on his plate💀

Has those ‘Ken’-like senses whenever Mikasa needs him. He will drop whatever he is doing to save his girl!

If Mikasa is shopping at Aritzia- Eren will probably chill on the boyfriend couches or play with the arcade machine. Like I said before, since he has those ‘Ken’-like senses, he’ll immediately stop whatever he’s doing for Mikasa (she’s perfectly fine and just dropped her chapstick).

Listens to anything Metro Boomin produces. Also, listens to Mitski (Class of 2013 fs).

Connie:

His ringtone is ‘Gucci Flip Flops’ by Bhad Baby. It started off ironic just so he could piss Eren and Jean off, but he’s now one of her biggest stans.

He won’t stop playing ‘Gucci Flip Flops’ (while he’s in the shower, getting ready, cooking, etc.) to the point where Eren and Jean have threatened to evict him. Connie says they’re “Silencing female musicians” and continues playing the song.

HE IS A HOT GIRL! HE LOVES MEGAN THEE STALLION!

Likes to wear beanies in the winter.

Adds extra marshmallows in his hot chocolate☕️.

Has an extensive shoe collection (mainly Jordan’s).

Posts those: ‘Show younger you or a bad [insert month]’ templates on Instagram. (He genuinely believes that not posting it will curse him).

Sasha:

Avid Google Maps user. Only to find really good hole-in-the-wall restaurants, though.

Writes restaurant reviews on Google Maps for fun.

Gets mad when said restaurants become popular (my sister in Christ- you wrote the reviews telling people to go there…)

Her favourite music consists of Fleetwood Mac, TWICE, New Jeans and old country/blues.

She cries over those little Korean baby variety shows whenever she gets them on her for you page.

Always carries a packet of ketchup and hot sauce in her wallet.

She gets those ‘This was meant for you’ tarot card readings on TikTok and watches all the way through.

Sends those OBSCENE emoji chain mail text messages to Connie and Jean because it’s funny.

Jean:

Posts gym photos like a harlot.

Sends Connie those ‘Post younger you or bad month’ templates because it’s funny to see him get flustered…

He really likes pop-punk music and one direction (I don’t make the rules).

One time, he walked in on Connie and Sasha watching Ru Paul’s drag race, and he was being such a little shit disturber about it. Until he realized four hours had passed and he was already watching the Queens getting fitted for their final looks.

Rise and Grind- Chicken, rice and unseasoned broccoli mf… Until he got bored of prepping the same meals. He’s become a better cook because of it!

He and Connie love getting high and fucking around while baking those Betty Crocker cake mixes (funfetti or chocolate).

Jean’s favourite movie is The Big Short.

One time, he sat on a Nutella sandwich Connie left on the couch, and Eren accused him of shitting himself. Jean got so heated that they almost fist-fought until Armin had to mediate.

a/n: I’ve been procrastinating napping💀… I’m gonna do that now and work on my Geto fic… hehe…

#modern aot headcanons #modern au aot #attack on titan #snk #shingeki no kyojin #jean kirstein headcanons #sasha braus Headcanons #connie springer headcanons #eren jaeger headcanons #connie springer aot #jean kirstein aot #sasha braus aot #eren jeager aot #eren jeager #sasha braus #connie springer #jean kirstein #mv.writing📝 #they’re so funny and silly hehe #i love them so much #I need to get out of this writing slump… hmmm… #a nap first though

[s3lfinvolvedh3athen]

༶•┈┈୨♡୧୨♡୧┈┈•༶N A V I G A T I O N༶•┈┈୨♡୧୨♡୧┈┈•༶

AOT:

♡ DEEP-THROATING THEM FOR THE FIRST TIME MDNI! (18+) feat: Eren, Connie, Armin, Onyankopon, Jean

♡ MONTGOMERY BRAWL feat: Eren, Connie, Ony

♡ I'M TAKING SUCH GOOD CARE OF MY LITTLE WHITE BOYS MDNI (18+) feat: Eren & Armin

part 1, part 2

♡♥ CHARACTER SPECIFIC ♥♡

EREN:

❤ The incident imagine

❤ The incident drabble

ARMIN:

❤ I Wanna Be Yours

JEAN:

❤ Music Producer Jean & Lowkey Black reader

#s3lfinvolvedh3athen #aot x reader #aot x black reader #aot x black! reader #eren x reader #eren x black reader #eren x black!reader #connie x black reader #armin x black reader #connie x black!reader #armin x reader #jean x reader #jean kirschtien #jean x black reader #onyankopon x reader #onyankopon x black!reader

[minx-scribbles]

all apologies (part two)

warning: nsfw 18+, suggestive language, drug use, alcohol use

pairing: rock band au! college au! armin arlet x fem!reader

synopsis: Y/N meets the band and enjoys a little pregame with Sasha and Connie. But that blondie keeps looking at you...

tags: tequila...

notes: pregaming losers, we love it. i think the next part will be my absolute favorite. tehe

word count: 2.3k

part one | part two | part three coming soon

The drive to The Rocks seemed like it went by in less than a minute when in reality, the drive was fifteen, plus having to stop at the gas station to get Jean his energy drink. Sasha ushered you in, and you picked out a snack to chew on so you wouldn’t get bored at the bar since it was so early and no one would be there for another hour. 

The high was still messing with your brain and you didn’t want the panic to rise while you were in public so you didn’t make any eye contact with the cashier, even though your brain was telling you that they one hundred percent know you are higher than a kite right now. Sasha was pretty good at being a trip-sitter, which is a good thing since you are a lightweight with anything. 

Once all four of you arrive in the back parking lot of the bar, you all launch yourselves out of the crowded vehicle. You were excited about the fact that you were going to be seeing a live show, and from what Jean and Connie were saying, they all got special back-stage passes. But you knew that they were being sarcastic. 

Connie wraps his arm around you and Sasha’s shoulders while Jean leads the way into the back door. The alleyway was surprisingly clean with only a few weeds peeking out from the foundation of the other buildings. The large black door that read, “Employees Only!” in red sent a warning to solicitors. 

Jean opens the door and holds it for the three of you and with the dim lighting. The backroom that you were led into is what you guessed was the breakroom for employees. It was lit up softly with multicolored LED lights and decorated with comfy leather seating that you could literally sink into. There were three different doors with different signs that read, “Stage”, “Dressing Rooms”, and “Exit to Club”. Actually being in the building was giving you butterflies; you were nervous to meet the rest of the group. Will they like me? Will they think I am weird? You felt yourself rubbing your hands together nervously. 

Sasha knocks you out of it, “Hey, do you need something to drink.” Her golden gaze looked worrisome, “Connie, I knew you letting her take a hit was going to make her sick.” Her eyes stare daggers into the tall man between you two. 

Connie doesn’t respond but does roll his eyes at her and leads the group over to one of the inviting couches. You all plop onto the couch with Connie’s arm still wrapped around the both of you; and to be honest, it was grounding you. 

Now that you were seated and not as overwhelmed with the new environment, you could hear some music coming from the door that read “Stage”. You notice Jean was on the phone pacing around the room, chattering to someone about how they are late or something. He sighs as he puts his phone in his pocket, “Well that was Floch and he said he won’t be here for another 40 minutes since he has to do something with his girlfriend.”

You finally had the balls - probably the weed - to ask Jean who this person was, “Who’s this Floch dude?” 

Connie speaks up this time with an annoyed look, “He’s a douche that doesn’t care about this band. He always puts his wants before the band’s needs and I’ll give it to him, he’s fucking killer as a DJ and a producer so they can’t really risk losing him at all.” 

All you can think about is how can they risk losing him if they go to a university full of talented musicians and artists. Like hell, you’d do it if you knew what the hell all those buttons meant. 

Jean continues Connie’s explanation, “Floch is amazing, and we have tried to see what other producers go to MIA but not many have the same vision as us. They like their own things and so do we, and Floch seems to genuinely enjoy our music. That’s the main reason why we haven’t thrown him to the side. Plus, we get more people to come when they see that Floch is the DJ while we play.” Makes sense.

Sasha joins in, “Yea, I mean, if he wouldn’t slack all the time I really feel like he would get somewhere with producing. But he’s always with his numerous girlfriends being a man-whore.” Numerous? Damn. 

Jean shrugs and walks over to the stage door, “Whatever, he will only be a couple minutes late so it’s better than most times.” He almost leaves all the way before pushing his head back in, “if you guys wanna come watch, you definitely can.”

That makes you perk up and you look at Connie and Sasha with excited eyes. Connie notices and stands up, taking you with him by the hand, “Sure, let’s go see.” The three of you that were on the couch follow the tall man through the door. 

Stepping into a small dark entryway - you assume the wing - that leads two ways, you almost trip from something on the ground. You look down to see long black cords connected to the large machines to your sides leading out to the stage to your right. The left led to backstage. You tried your hardest to not step on any of the big black cords laying everywhere. Jean continues to the right towards the stage. 

The dance floor inside the club was massive. Two bars sit on opposite sides of the room with the stage sitting in between them in the back of the building. The stage wasn’t disappointing either. It was huge, big enough to hold all of the scattered band equipment that was littering the floor. The band equipment looked picturesque and it was impressive to see such expensive machines owned by university students. But with how Jean bragged about his band, it seems like a reasonable investment. 

The musicians on the stage left you breathless. How come this school has such attractive students? The four of them all notice the group and put down their instruments to greet Jean, Sasha, and Connie. 

The tallest one with dark, almost black, brown hair and light brown eyes seems to brighten up when he sees Jean. He softly smiles at Jean as they give each other an intimate hug. After they pull away, you notice that the boy has style. He was wearing a mesh jacket that left the eyes wandering over his exposed tan skin. His black ripped jeans were held up with a black belt with silver accents, with black combat boots to complete the look. He had silver wire bracelets and a chain that laid nicely on his chest. His chest was also painted with multiple freckles, along with his face. Noticing his face, you saw he put on the prettiest shimmering highlight and a smokey eye. Jean’s boyfriend was so beautiful, it made you jealous of him. 

The other person who had the perfect smokey eye was a girl that was originally at the microphone at the head of the stage. Her black pixie-cut hair was styled to look like a mess but it looked too good on her. Her pale skin had no blemishes other than a cool scar that illustrates her left cheekbone and pretty dark eyes. Her petite, but jacked, figure was emphasized by the sheer thigh-highs and short lace-decorated skirt. Her tall leather-buckled boots fit perfectly with her leather jacket. Black leather garters hook onto the thigh-highs, making her thighs look even better. She seemed shy but nice, giving you a small smile. 

The man who had his arm around her shoulder fit her whole aesthetic. He had a longer leather jacket on, and like Jean’s boyfriend, that left little to the imagination from having no shirt on. His lightly tanned skin was a portrait. Tattoos that were so close together, there seemed to be barely any room for more tattoos. A silver chain dusted his broad chest along with one singular black bracelet and black nail polish to pull it all together. His baggy jeans covered his pointed leather boots. He had multiple ear piercings, including a bar on his right. He also had a cool black septum piercing, making his light green eyes pronounced. He seemed cool, but a little smug. The smirk that he was wearing kind of wanted to make you slap him, but he was too pretty for that. 

The last one looked the prettiest to you. With layered blonde hair with brown roots and a matching scruff on his jaw. His bright blue eyes looked shaded, but his pink lips spread to give you a kind, bright smile. He didn’t have any piercing other than a pair of silver diamonds. His pretty pale skin was covered by a tight-fitted black tank top that stretched on his broad shoulders. His loose fitted, worn-out jeans hug low on his narrow hips. His hands had small tattoos with multiple silver and black rings. Black combat boots peek from the hem of the jeans. This man stood out among the other darker-aesthetic people in the room. 

Sasha took the liberty of introducing you to all of her friends, “Guys this is Y/N, be nice or I’ll beat the shit out all of you.” Everyone smiles but the tall boy holding onto the pretty girl rolls his eyes. Sasha continues her introductions, “the one that is loving up on Jean is his boyfriend Marco, and that couple is Mikasa and her douchebag boyfriend Eren. This blondie is Armin.” 

Everyone crowds around you like you're a new puppy, asking you questions about what your major is and where you originally lived. You don’t mind too much, everyone was just too attractive, oops. “Well I used to live in a smaller sized city, it isn’t too far from here. I realized I wanted to do something bigger with my art so I decided to come here to study.” 

Marco asks if you have liked MIA, “So far, I’ve loved it. Seeing all these creative ass people helps me let loose and destress.”

Eren quips, “Plus you will be letting loose in a few minutes when we start playing. Trust, it’ll help, especially since we have the best singers at MIA.” His arm pulls Mikasa in closer and a light pink blush dusts her face. Marco also gives Eren a small smile. 

From what you have seen, you wouldn’t doubt it. Their set-up just looked veteran level and their outfits look so effortlessly perfect on the group. The black drum set, although it had the best shine you've ever seen, had white paint splattered on the sides and black lettering with the band name Embers and Stones on the front. The guitars and bass were similar but had different phrases and stickers littered all over them. Even their large speakers in the corners had multiple stickers on them; some of them with memes and some with band names. 

Armin speaks up, “Speaking of playing, we should probably start preparing for a crowd. The bar opens in like 20 minutes.” All the members agree and they give their goodbyes to you, Connie, and Sasha. Connie leads the three of you off stage to the bar to start off with the pregaming. 

Once at one of the bars with three bartenders who seem to be preparing for a large party, Sasha orders shots, “A round of three tequila shots, please.” The bartender gives a nod and walks away to start cutting limes. 

Your stomach churns at the thought of tequila, “Damn Sasha, tequila this early? It’s only like 8:45.” You internally shed a small tear. 

Connie and Sasha give each other a look and smirk at you. “Oh, this is just the beginning sweetheart,” Connie says to you while putting his hand on your shoulder. “Sasha and I know how to start a party, and end a party.” He pulls away to grab his phone from his pocket, getting a text. 

Sasha nods, “Yea, once it starts it doesn’t end until one of us blacks out.” That was hopefully sarcastic, but we’ll see. 

In three minutes of Sasha and you talking about the best types of liquor to take shots of and Connie stressfully texting, the bartender arrives with three blue translucent shot glasses full with salt and lime hanging onto the rim. 

Sasha gets so excited that it reminds you of a toddler seeing its favorite toy. But Sasha quickly turns over to Connie and grabs onto his phone, “Stop texting her, she’s obviously still being a bitch and treating you like shit. Let loose man.”

Connie looks at his empty hands and back at Sasha with a mock-shocked look, “Sasha it’s not like that anymore. She’s just… going through it right now.” You just sit there witnessing the confusing argument. 

“Since when have you had a night where you weren’t there to comfort her while you were OUT. Like at a PARTY. With your FRIENDS. She doesn’t let you do shit with your friends ever. She just wants you to be obsessed with her 24/7,” Sasha states back while holding out his shot. “Take the shot and I’m holding onto your phone for the night. Hitch can come later.”

Connie looks defeated as he takes the small glass, “Fine but if she goes berserk, that’s not on me.” 

Sasha shrugs and puts his phone in her tiny purse that barely holds her necessities. She grabs the remaining two shots and hands one to you, “To a stellar night!”

#armin aot #armin arlert #armin arlet x reader #armin angst #armin x y/n #rock band #college au #rock band au #drummer #connie springer #sasha braus #eren yeager #mikasa ackerman #jean kirstein #marco bott #aot #aot fanfiction #aot x reader #all apologies au #armin smut

[chrollohearttags]

real eaters to the front 🫡

#Connie on that lil kid shit 😭 #aot x black reader #aot shitpost #aot tweets #musician au #they all so real #musician x influencer au #musician eren #musician Jean #producer armin #rapper connie #rapper Onyakopon #so real #aot au #fake twitter #fake tweets #twitter au #black fem reader #aot #aot crack #crack post #aot headcanons #aot imagines

[5h-epilogue]

“ . . . and as you’ve grown up, I continued with running my companies, starring in movies, making music, and I produced my play. Everyone else eventually found happiness in one way or another, thank goodness.”

Nia had wondered how her parents were so rich, how she was able to enjoy such comfortable seating out on the patio she glanced around at now that overlooked an enormous pool — the big, outdoor flower and vegetable garden to the right of it — and the patio also had two flat-screen televisions, a gourmet outdoor cooking area with a grill, and, appropriately, ceiling fans and a fire pit.

“Wow, mom. That’s . . . wow.” The young girl was in a bit of shock. She understood why a filmmaker wanted to make a movie about you. A countless amount of questions ran through her mind about you, her mother, who was considered to be a living legend.

Your beloved chef came outdoors and served you and your daughter a bowl of strawberry chicken salad, your favorite summer meal, which she now knew reminded you of your old, deceased lover, Armin Arlert.

“Thank you,” you said to the chef. “Would you mind bringing me my photo album?”

The photo album.

You mentioned it in your story.

Several minutes later, your chef returned with a brown, hardcover book that Nia had seen a countless amount of times in a reserved spot in the library, but never had she touched it. She couldn’t anyway, as it was on a pedestal display underneath protective glass.

Opening the pages, you showed her several photographs of your younger self.

“These were taken by Levi Ackerman,” you said softly.

“You look really pretty,” Nia mumbled, taking the photo album from you, as you were flipping through it too fast for her liking.

She glanced down at a selfie of you and a dark-haired man at the beach, the decades-old date catching her attention.

“Is that Levi?” She asked.

“Yes,” you replied.

Then, she saw the letter Levi had written to you. She only skimmed across it, having already known its contents from your story, and then, she explored the other pages: where Levi told you to continue filling the photo album with pictures from your past, present, and future.

There was a picture of you with a kind-looking, blonde-haired man, standing side by side in a bakery, hands covered in flour.

There was another picture of that same man in a selfie with her father, who seemed so young.

It was clearly Armin. Not only could she gather that from the details your story provided, but he was one of three people in every photo she stared at who she hadn’t seen in her entire life.

There was a photo of you and Jean in a studio together, you writing something down on a notepad as he studiously adjusted something on the soundboard mixer.

“Wait, was this CS Records or Arlert Records?”

You leaned over, looking at the photo.

“CS Records. See the date? Jean and I were more than likely working on my first few songs during the Eldian Devils tour. I can’t remember who took the picture, though.”

Nia hummed in response.

Next, there was a picture of you and Eren getting married for the first time as young artists in Las Vegas. Underneath it, there was a picture of you and Eren getting remarried in Europe.

The other photos consisted of you, Reiner, and his family the night he proposed, you and Mikasa having lunch near a bridge, a group of friends playing cards around a table, a few pictures of you on stage, on film sets, and at awards shows, Eren’s family, and other pictures of you and your friends who she lovingly recognized.

It was odd to know that, as she looked at all of the photographs of people who she had just seen last week, there were two people in some pictures who would never, ever age. The photos of Levi and Armin existed as a permanent reminder of how they will always be known.

Towards the back of the photo album, there was a picture of you with another man she didn’t recognize, but it wasn’t Levi. It wasn’t Armin.

“Is that Connie Springer?” Your daughter leaned over to show you a photograph of you and Connie dressed in suits and gowns for some sort of event.

“Yes,” you said. “That was my album release party. It was the first night Connie let me out of my bedroom after locking me away.”

“Uh,” Nia frowned. “That’s really-”

Nia interrupted her own sentence, distracted by the very last photo in the photo album.

It was a picture that was much older than the other ones. Not only did the date give it away, but the horrible camera quality as well.

It was a photo that couldn’t be found online. A photograph that was worth more than diamonds and gold.

Four young teenagers, standing in front of beautiful trees and bushes, smiling brightly, were photographed by her grandmother, Carla Yeager.

Nia read the little description below the childhood photo of Eren, Jean, Connie, and Marco: The original Eldian Devils. So long & farewell.

Below that, there was a photo of two young children trying to catch fireflies in a patch of high grass underneath a streetlight, photographed by her other grandmother, whom she had never known.

The little description below that childhood photo read: First loves. So long & farewell.

Nia closed the photo album.

“I think I’m gonna cry, Mom,” Nia started to bury her head in her hands. But then, she suddenly perked up and pushed herself out of her seat. “I gotta go see Dad!”

The young girl speed-walked through the enormous home. At this hour, she was certain where to find him.

Opening the door to the family room, there he was, strumming his guitar.

“Hi angel,” Eren smiled, soft wrinkles by his emerald eyes appeared as he greeted his beloved daughter with her favorite nickname, but upon seeing her eyes glistening with sadness, he immediately put down his guitar. “What’s wrong?”

He motioned the girl over, who quickly ran to him and sat down, wrapping her arms around him.

While he didn’t know why she was so upset, he had years of experience soothing her cries.

“It’s okay, it’s okay, I’m here,” he repeated.

Nia was a touch more sensitive and incredibly empathetic compared to the average person, that much was true, and right now, she could only think about all the pain her father experienced. The abuse. Almost dying. Losing friends.

And it hurt terribly, especially because she had only known him as the kind-hearted man who was a phenomenal father.

“I’m glad mom picked you,” Nia mumbled. “Thank you for always watching The Parent Trap with me . . . showing up to all of my shows and stuff . . . reading my papers . . . and just . . . you’re a great dad. I love you.”

“Aw, I love you too.” Eren hugged his girl even tighter. “Of course, sweetheart. Always.”

When you stepped into the room, smiling softly, Eren gave you a confused look that silently asked: What’s going on?

You held up the photo album, and he immediately understood.

Eren then motioned you over. Once you sat beside him, he kissed your forehead and wrapped his arm around you as well, holding on to the two people he cherished more than anyone or anything else in the world.

“I love you, mom. You’re so strong, and pretty amazing, too.” Nia reached out, touching your arm. “I hope I can be like you when I’m your age. Older you. Not younger you. You used to be a mess.”

For a while, the three of you sat there, hugging one another, experiencing nothing but pure love and joy.

—

A few months later, it was Thanksgiving.

The heartwarming event was hosted at your house, as it was every year, and familiar faces were gathered around the enormous dining room table covered with warm plates of food.

This year, Nia approached everyone and asked them more specific questions about their lives, wanting more details about the story she heard.

Aunt Hange was more than happy to answer just about everything after having too much wine.

Everyone was lovingly questioned by the teenager, and she shared what you had told her with their children as well.

After having dinner, Jean and his wife were sitting in the living room, playing cards with Erwin and Hange.

Reiner and his wife, who had flown in from Tennessee, were socializing with Annie, her girlfriend, and Sasha — who brought her husband, Niccolo, and their son.

Nia hung out in the recreation room with Reiner’s three children, who both had hair as blonde as his and were slightly younger than she was.

Mikasa, who had settled down in Washington after seeing the world, wanting to be closer to her friends and family, was telling you and Eren about one Thanksgiving year that she had spent lost in the middle of a forest.

A little while afterward, once dinner, laughter, and board games came to an end, Eren found you outside on the patio, staring at the glowing fireplace.

“Hi, baby. Everyone’s gone,” Eren sat down beside you. “Nia’s asleep, or she’s pretending to be, I’m not sure.”

“She’s probably tired, so I’m guessing she's actually asleep,” you said with a grin. “Today was fun. I miss everyone already.”

“Me too,” Eren smiled softly. “I’m glad everyone’s doing well. I hope it stays that way.”

“It will,” you suddenly yawned.

“Come on,” Eren stood up and reached his hand out, and you took it. “Let’s get ready for bed.”

“Someone’s excited to cuddle, huh?” You teased, expecting him to deny it, but proudly, he grinned wider and said, “Of course I am, so hurry up.”

After having a shower together, you and Eren both cuddled up in bed, falling asleep in each other’s arms.

That night, you dreamt of your past — making cinnamon rolls in a bakery and staring at stars from a rooftop.

It was a dream that you often had, but not out of regret. Not out of pain. But out of reflection of just how much you healed. How much your life had changed.

There were some people you wished you could bring back — Armin and Levi.

Some questions went unanswered — who your stalker was all those years ago, and whether it was a stranger or a lover.

But, even so, after having five husbands, and after every beautiful experience and painful memory, you could finally say that you had found contentment, and your one true love was the happiness you experienced as you grew old with your friends and family by your side.

— ONE MONTH LATER —

Five years.

That’s how long Eren had been trying his hardest to visit Connie in prison.

And a month after having Thanksgiving dinner with his family and friends, Connie allowed him to come.

What a stubborn man Connie was, but Eren’s persistence had won.

Eren couldn’t lie. He was nervous. The last time he laid eyes on the CS Records owner, he was testifying against him in court, both of them as young men. Both of them wishing that the other person would simply fall over and die.

But now, as the man in his forties sat in an uncomfortable chair in a private room, waiting for Connie to arrive on the other side of the thick glass, he couldn’t help but wonder what made Connie finally allow him to visit.

But he wouldn’t have to wonder much longer.

His leg, which shook with anticipation, halted its movement when a door opened and a prisoner was escorted out in chains, two correctional officers standing at his side.

It was him. Connie Springer.

Eren’s brows unintentionally furrowed, his face twitching as he fought the urge to both smile and frown.

It was Connie — the same man that tried to take his life. A murderer. Torturer. And yet, it was Connie, his old childhood friend who had aged just as he did, and despite being behind bars, he looked rather well.

If Connie was as shocked to see Eren after years upon years, Eren couldn’t tell, as the prisoner simply blinked at him as he was escorted to his seat on the other side of the glass, his face expressionless. Intimidating.

And he just stared at Eren.

The former musician was the first one to pick up the phone hanging on the wall to communicate. Connie did so as well a few moments later.

Pressing the phone to his ear, Eren’s emotional, shiny eyes darted away from Connie’s, down at the new tattoo on Connie’s left arm, and back up at him.

“Hey,” Eren spoke first.

Connie didn’t respond.

He just stared at Eren.

“I’m here because I wanted to see how you were doing,” Eren spoke yet again.

Connie’s chains rattled as he shifted in his seat.

He just stared at Eren.

With a frown, Eren questioned, “Why did you let me come visit you if you weren’t going to talk to me?”

“You didn’t give me a choice. I thought you’d give up . . . after five fucking years.”

Finally.

Eren couldn’t help but smile a bit. Hearing his voice again after forgetting what it sounded like was rather startling.

“You only said yes so I’d leave you alone?” Eren asked.

“Yeah.”

“Alright. I’ll take what I can get,” Eren softly sighed. “I never thought that I’d ever want to see you again, but here I am.”

“You really did all this to check on me?” Connie’s question was fired rather abruptly, nearly cutting off Eren’s sentence. “I put a bullet through your chest. I’m the reason you only have eight fingers left. I killed your friends, and I could keep naming shit I’ve done. Why are you here?”

Eren glanced away, adjusting the dark green phone in his hand.

“Time heals all wounds.”

“That something your therapist came up with?”

“Yeah.”

The corner of Connie’s mouth twitched as, this time, he was the one fighting the urge to smile.

“What I’m trying to say is that I can’t forgive you for what you did to Armin and Levi, and it’s not my place to or not to. But I forgive you for what you did to me.” Eren’s eyes glistened with subtle sadness. “I guess I’m just hoping that after all this time . . . after all we’ve been through . . . I can talk to my friend again. Not CS Records owner, Connie Springer, but my friend. I haven’t spoken to him since I was fifteen, and I woke up with two new gray hairs today.”

It was a soft noise, one that was very brief and vanished as soon as it had arrived, but Connie chuckled.

“You’re saying some corny stuff, man.”

Eren’s smile brightened. “That’s what happens when you have a kid. All I do now is think of dad jokes, and try to-”

“You have a kid?”

Eren’s face faltered in utter confusion, but as he stared at Connie’s slightly shocked face, he could tell that the man wasn’t messing around.

Nia’s birth was worldwide news. It was a steady hot topic for an entire year — one would have thought that a new member of the royal family had been born.

But then, Eren realized that for the most part, behind bars, the outside world ceased to exist. Especially in maximum security facilities.

“Yeah,” Eren said. “I have a daughter. She turned fourteen a month ago.”

“Is her mom around? Who’s she?”

“Her mom is Y/N. And, yeah, she’s around. We’ve been married for years.”

“Seriously?” Connie couldn’t hide the shock and surprise. A look of amusement appeared upon his face as he raised his eyebrows. “Well, uh . . . congratulations. How’s Y/N?”

Eren couldn’t help but smile as he thought about you, his beautiful wife. “She’s good. She’s great. Her companies are still going strong, and she’s finally happy.”

“Didn’t wanna come see me?”

“Absolutely not.”

“Yeah, I get that,” Connie nodded.

Then, his face fell into a small frown, hazel eyes darting down to the corner of the glass, staring at nothing in particular.

“How’s Jean doing?”

“Jean’s fine. He’s retired from music. He married a pianist.” Eren paused. “Everyone else is doing fine too. Reiner has kids and a wife, and they all have Southern accents — it’s funny to hear. Mikasa finally . . .”

For a while, Connie listened to Eren ramble on about the progressive lives of the people he once knew.

As his old friend spoke, he couldn’t help but wonder how his life would have turned out if he had made different choices.

Sadness pricked at his heart, sending a small ache throughout his body.

If only he wasn’t such an idiot back then.

No. He was worse than an idiot.

He was a monster.

“What about you, Connie? I know you’re locked up, but how are they treating you here? Knowing you, you probably run this place, huh?”

Truth be told, Connie was rather surprised to know Eren cared. It was just as touching as it was shocking.

“Damn right,” Connie said.

And it was true, but not in the way one would imagine.

He intimated who he needed to. Ruined lives when he needed to. But, over the nearly two decades he had been behind bars, he had done it solely to stick up for the defenseless prisoners, both young and old, who didn’t deserve to be treated as he once was when he was locked up the first time.

It wasn’t some change of heart that had occurred over the last several years, either.

From the very first day he entered as a younger man, he was both starting fights and finishing them to protect others.

He couldn’t explain why he did such things. It was no secret that he didn’t mind letting other people get hurt, considering he excelled at harming others, but this was different.

Somehow, it just was.

“Can I ask you something? And be honest with me,” Eren paused, carefully thinking over his words before he dared to utter them. “Do you regret it? Any of it?”

Connie ran his hand down his lower face.

It was a difficult question, and not because he didn’t know the answer, because he did, but rather, he wasn’t sure if the truth was an acceptable response.

Telling the truth meant showing weakness. Losing power.

Letting go of that mentality was rather difficult, especially behind bars where weakness was preyed on.

But he didn’t care about those former beliefs anymore. He was getting too old for such stupidity.

“Telling you I regret it will give you closure, right?”

“Surely you want closure too.”

“I regret everything.” The prisoner looked into his old friend’s eyes as he spoke. “I wish I . . .” He clenched his jaw. He couldn’t speak anymore — but there were, perhaps, no words in the English language that could properly express what he felt in his heart.

“Well, uh, how about this,” The other man sniffled softly as spoke. “You’ll have to be under constant supervision, but, in a few years, how about we work on getting you out of here . . . letting you see the sun again? What do you say?”

Fighting the urge to cry was an incredibly difficult battle. The prisoner nodded, his teary eyes shining with guilt and hope, and the other man nodded along with him.

“Okay, well,” the former musician smiled sadly, “I’ll see you later, okay?”

“Okay.”

The visit ended with goodbyes and promises that they both intended to keep. Your dear husband couldn’t be certain what the future held, but as he did the day he first met you all those years ago, approaching you backstage with great curiosity, he’d trust his gut.

For it had led him to his one true love, and he’d listen to it — always.

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Jealous Levi

A/N A courtesy clerk is basically an entry level position in a grocery store. There will be some terminology that may seem confusing but I will try to explain it within the scenario. It will also be going back and forth between yours and his POV^^ Thanks!

Word count: 2280

You were the light to his world. Literally. Your light shone around all those who came into contact with you; you were known as the happy virus. All the associates in the store could be having a shitty day and once they heard your loud booming voice throughout the small room, encompassing it, it almost felt as if there was a sigh of relief; the atmosphere and mood visibly lifting.

*Flashback*

"Hey Levi," the cashier with a buzz cut named Connie approached. "Erwin wants to see you in the office."

"Tsk." He was just about to begin his shift and wanted the last few seconds of peace before dealing with customers. He clocked in, made his way towards the back of the store through the double doors where the produce department was, and gave two short knocks. "Come in." Levi opened the door and Erwin, the annoyingly tall, blonde store manager beamed. "Levi! Just the person I was looking for."

"What do you want?"

"Glad to see that enthusiasm of yours never curbing."

"Just spit it out. I'm already clocked in."

"We have a new hire starting tomorrow."

"That's above my pay rate."

"I need you to train her."

"What's wrong with Hange? Connie? or even Jean?"

"Because Hange is Hange, Connie is a cashier, and Jean works in the produce department."

"What about Eren? He and Mikasa can train her. They're both courtesy clerks anyway." Erwin pinched the bridge of his nose, sighed, and answered with, "Levi, you know how it is with those two: they're a two for one deal. I can't have 3 courtesy clerks off the floor just because one of them is in training. You're the best trainer that I have and I'm not only saying that because you're my best friend I genuinely mean it. All the courtesy clerks that you've trained have become the core reason why this store runs smoothly."

"Armin?"

"You know I have to keep him up in the front as the customer service representative. Come on Levi. Are you done with the theatrics now?"

"Tsk." Levi crossed his arms and sighed in defeat. "Fine. But don't think our friendship has any weight on my decision." Erwin raised his arms in the air chuckling. "Alright, alright I won't. Thank you."

"Whatever."

The next day as Levi was restocking the shelves he heard Erwin's booming voice. "Ah! Here he is. Y/N this is your trainer Levi Ackerman. Levi, this Y/N. She will be shadowing you for about 3 weeks and then she should be good to fly solo. Is that reasonable Y/N?"

"Yes! I will try to pick up everything quickly sir! Just think of me as a sponge!" Levi could feel the urge to roll his eyes at your enthusiasm, the hairs on his neck and arms prickling at how optimistic you were. "That's good to hear. I'll leave you two to it." As Erwin was in passing he whispered to him, "Be good to her Levi."

Your POV

You both watched as Erwin walked out of sight. You turned to the short man who was no taller than you and extended your arm. "Hi! I'm Y/N! Nice to meet you!" Levi stared at your hand as if it was a foreign object to him. Just shake my hand you idiot. My arm is getting tired from holding this position. "Sorry I don't shake hands." his raspy, low voice caught you off guard but you quickly rebounded. "Oh ha ha." you awkwardly put your arm back down to your side. "Let's go." he ordered. The day went by in a blur as Levi explained how the store operated, your responsibilities. As a courtesy clerk you were basically serving the customers and cashiers: go backs were the items the customers no longer wanted and the cashiers left in the next check stand for you to put back in their designated area; collecting carts and baskets, performing sweeps every hour, and changing out the trashes. Levi strongly advised that you memorize where most of the items are stocked due to customers constantly asking whether you have x product and if so what aisle it would be in.

Your mom heard your key turn in the lock and peered around the corner from the kitchen. "Hey honey! How was your first day of work?"

"Uhhhh I don't even want to talk about it." Your mom turned the burner low and approached the dining table where you flopped yourself down. "What happened? That rough huh?" You pouted and began to vent to your mom about your day: how the customers showed no mercy when it came to the fact that you were new - they just wanted to know where the damn paprika was and go! "And to top it off I think my trainer doesn't like me."

"What makes you say that?"

"Well for starters when I tried to shake his hand he looked at me like i was some cockroach and was like 'I don't shake hands'; and then when I tried to ask him for help he keeps looking annoyed and for some odd reason it made me sad. I don't want to be a burden you know?"

"Honey of course the first day's gonna be rough. Everyone is slowly transitioning into this new phase where they have to deal with this new person yet at the same time maintain the same level that they put in day in and day out. Cut yourself some slack but don't be a punk either. As for this Levi kid just do what you usually do: be yourself. Keep saying hi to him even if it seems like he's annoyed. Eventually he just might say hi back and he's probably going through something that you don't know about."

"Thanks mom. I needed to hear that."

"No problem. Now go wash your ass. I can smell your hard work reeking from here."

The next day you went in determined, not only to memorize as much of the store as you could, but to also try and make a dent in that man of steel. "Hi Levi!" you greeted. "Tch. Grab those go backs."

"Yes sir!" You followed Levi and began to do your job.

By the first month you had already memorized a majority of the store and have built a rapport with the cashiers Connie, Historia, Ymir; the produce department lead Jean who sometimes served as cashier when it got too busy, Marco, and Floch; the meat department consisting of Reiner, Bertholdt, and a quiet blonde who showed no interest through her facial expressions named Annie, and the floral department lead named Sasha. Mikasa and Eren, though kept to themselves, were polite to you as well. Armin, the customer service rep was no exception, his warmth extended and enveloped you since you met him. Forgetting your determination to break through to Levi you hadn't realized that you were slowly melting away his cold exterior. He began to exchange pleasantries and, much like everyone else in the store, found himself drawn to you like a moth to a flame.

Levi's POV

He doesn't know when it started but he found himself watching how you weaved in and out the aisles, smiling and leading a customer whenever they were looking for an item, casually talking with the guys as you were doing your sweeps, his gaze lingering longer than usual. He also took notice of how Jean showed particular interest in you: resting his hand on your forearm, leaning down to your level to "get something out of your hair", slinging his arm around your shoulder in the break room, etc. Levi could feel his jaw tightening whenever he saw Jean touch you. He also wanted to be near you and found himself wanting to help you whenever he thought you needed it. "It's alright Levi I got it thank you." you say to him every time.

He was helping a customer load her groceries into her car when he happened to see you switching out the trash. He saw you struggle with one of the trash bins. Your face scrunched up as you hoisted one leg on the bin, both hands struggling to pull the bag out. Before walking towards you he chuckled at your cute expression.

Your POV

Without realization Levi's firm hand encompassed yours and pulled the trash bag out the bin with ease. "Oh Levi," it took a minute for you to recover and process that Levi actually touched you. "It's ok I got it."

"Pft. You were practically struggling with it."

"But it's heavy."

"What's your point?"

"I-"

"Just let me help you Y/N."

With your guys' schedules coordinating it soon became a habit for Levi to walk you to your car. You loved these small instances of peace; within these instances you found out that Levi was an orphan when his mother passed away, that his crazy uncle took him in before losing him to the state where he filed for emancipation at 14, Erwin was one of his closest friends, and that he really, really loves black tea. He too found out small tidbits about you: how you were being raised by a single mother, you have 3 half siblings that are younger than you, how you absolutely adored Sasha, and that you didn't think much whenever Jean or any of the guys "flirted" with you.

Levi's feelings for you were growing and threatening to spill over. Erwin advised him to take his chance and confess because he has a notion that you too reciprocated the feelings. Levi had his mind set to tell you tonight when you both were off, not realizing you too were fighting the same battle. You had also settled on tonight to tell Levi that he was the first and last thing on your mind, that you wanted to know him on a more intimate level, that now he was the reason you loved coming to work. 5PM couldn't come fast enough. As soon as it hit 5PM, Levi rushed to the kiosk, swiped his card, and rushed into the break room expecting you to be at your locker gathering your things. When he didn't see you there he knew that you were making your rounds saying goodbye to everyone.

Your POV

You went to make your rounds of goodbyes looking for your best friend Sasha. She and you were so similar it was uncanny. Connie told you she was in the back making a bouquet for a customer. As you entered the double doors from the produce leading to the back, you felt a hand engulf your wrist. "Jean! What are you doing? Are you ok?"

"I need to talk to you."

"I was just about to head out after saying bye to Sasha. Can you give me like 5 seconds?"

"No, it has to be now."

"Oh um-"

"Y/N I like you."

"Oh I-" before you could answer, you noticed a figure swiftly rush away from the double doors. Levi. "I'm sorry Jean but I like Levi."

You rushed out the door calling out to Levi. Can he not hear me? I'm pretty damn loud. Is he ignoring me?!

Levi's POV

He felt a familiar hand clasp his shoulder. He looked to see you doubled over, panting. "Shit I need to do some cardio," you straightened up asking, "Didn't you hear me calling you?"

"Sorry but I have to go."

"Eh? You're not going to walk me to the car?" you pouted.

"Why don't you get your boyfriend Jean to do it since you like him." he spat out. He saw your lips trembling, your fists balled at your side. "I like you you idiot! I was going to confess to you today but Jean ruined it and now," your voice broke, you sighed and quickly looked away. "Never mind. Forget it. I'll see you tomorrow Levi. Have a good fucking night."

Your POV

You felt so embarrassed. Stupid even. You thought you read the signs clearly. Armin and Mikasa were practically encouraging you, confirming that Levi's gazes lingered longer when it came to you; that it was only you that he helped and showed his "soft" side to. You too were convinced that there was something there, maybe it was just an illusion. Before you reached your car you felt a hand gently, firmly grab your wrist. "I'm sorry."

"It's fine. Let's just forget what happened and move on." His hand gently squeezed your wrist. "I don't want to forget and move on. Y/N I too was going to tell you that I like you as well but when I saw you and Jean, and the way he was holding you, I just assumed that you had feelings for him and got jealous. I'm sorry." You turned to him and brought your hand to gently rest on his face. "I don't like him Levi. I made that clear. I like you. I wanted to tell you but the moment got ruined. "

"So what now?" You leaned forward and gave Levi a quick peck. When you pulled back it took everything in you not to laugh at his expression: his eyes were big as saucers, a blush creeping across his face. "Good night Levi. I'll text you later." Before you could open your car door, Levi spun you back around and whispered in a low tone, "That's not a proper goodbye to your boyfriend." You gasped when he grabbed both sides of your face and passionately kissed you. When he pulled back he was beaming while you were blushing furiously. "Goodbye Y/N I'll text you tonight."

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[titan-desuu]

SHOWER TIME:

The AoT characters and their bath and skincare routine 🫧

Eren: He wouldn't admit it but he uses 3in1 products but keeps telling others that he doesn't. He brushes his teeth in the shower. Eren is always in a hurry, so he might not use skincare as often as he'd like.

Mikasa: Mikasa loves to take quick shower but her products - Lord heavens! She knows how to take care of her body. She mainly uses products to be more in touch with her origins.

Armin: Armin knows his products! He cares about cruelty-free and environmentally friendly products. He takes his time with his bath. After his shower, he takes the time to moisturise with Vanilia Coconut Body Lotion. His skincare routine always includes moisturiser and sunscreen, depending on the time of day.

Jean: Oh Jean might be not very familiar with products, he would buy overpriced products and wondering why they don't work or give him a rash. He invests nowadays more time in his routines since the girls keep saying how attractive guys can be if they do skin care! (He clips his toenails in the shower)

Connie: Connie would do his skincare before going to shower. Sometimes he doesn't do skin care but somehow his skin is flawless - Connie tell us your secret! He loves to use a loafer to scratch his back better.

Sasha: Sasha loves bathing more than showering because she can eat snacks and wash her hair. Her products wouldn't have a particular smell: as long as they keep her body moisturised, it's all good! But after the shower, she loves to do her hair while she to dances in the bathroom.

Levi: Our lovely Captain is known for being a clean freak! His work is always meticulous - even when he takes a shower! He takes his time to clean every inch of his body. He is a big fan of using soaps instead of liquid shampoo. Did you know that he even massages his scalp to relax after a hard day's work as a captain? Somehow his bathroom smells like lavender.

Erwin: He works while taking a bath. I mean it. He is always looking at his documents, planning the next expedition or approving Hange's experiments. Nobody really respects his privacy as he's the commander and has to be alert all the time…poor Erwin.

Hange: ah Hange may not shower often, but when they do - oh oh. They don't really care what products they use - don't wonder why they have dish soap in their bathroom… Hange love to mix their products to create new ones. They have special plants to mix in their bathroom - but I don't know how they get the rose petals and aloe vera to smell so bad… Their face is sometimes very dry, but they refuse to moisturise their face - "our bodies produce oil!" - Yes of course Hange…

Moblit: Moblit is very romantic when it comes to showering: classical music, a good-smelling bathroom and quiet music in the background. He knows that good natural products smell good. As he likes to spend more time in the shower, Hange always interrupts him, so his shower lasts max. 10 minutes.

Mike: I don't know how this man knows which product to use but he knows them damn well!. He knows the best oils for his hair and his beard. Sometimes he uses Hanges rose petals to keep the mood up.

Ymir: Ymir loves a quick shower! Thanks to Historia for using her products. Even though Historia tells her not to brush her wet hair, she still does.

Historia: Let's be honest: Historia is the reason why the girls use skincare! She always recommends the best products individually. (She is better than skincare TikTok). She loves the 7 steps of skin care. She knows how to clean herself and smell good! She is the IT girl!

Reiner: Reiner is always asking Historia about good smelling products and what would suit him. He takes a shower twice a day because he can get so sweaty sometimes.

Bertholdt: Bertholdt loves to play in the bath. He has probably over 50 rubber ducks and hides them after showering (his favourite is the pirate one). He uses perfume in the hope of getting compliments from Reiner (and Annie).

Annie: Bath time is perhaps the only time when no one disturbs Annie. She always locks her bathroom and listens to music on her headphones. She uses Hitch's products all the time.

#AAHHH I LOVE DOING THESE #attack on titan #shingeki no kyojin #aot #snk #levi ackerman #mikasa ackerman #armin arlert #erwin smith #eren jaeger #hange zoe #Headcanons #snk headcanons #my fav one is Armins aahhhh

[mllechartreux]

Catches you Reading Smut

Summary: Reading the nasty around them.

Content: Suggestive themes, very meta. Eren, Armin, Mikasa, Levi.

W/C: 1.5k

A/N: This was fun and cute to make, please enjoy!

Masterlist

Eren

Eren was sitting on the floor playing video games, his head resting between your legs on the couch. He had been playing Halo for the past hour while you scrolled through various social media sites before settling on reading fanfiction. Now while you weren’t specifically looking for smut, it was always a welcome bonus. In this one, the main character went home with the tattooist, and to top it all off, the tattooist was the tsundere type. Can you hear her purring? You squeezed your lips together to keep from squealing and smiling too hard, no other story could have scratched this itch better. You were scanning the screen, so engrossed in the hot, rough foreplay the characters were having you didn’t notice your thighs rubbing together. Well, it was assumed they were rubbing together. 

“The hell, Y/N?” he was in the middle of a campaign and couldn’t look at you, but it didn’t matter, you barely acknowledged him.

“Right babe,” completely unaware your thighs were rubbing against his cheeks while your core sat like a furnace on the back of his neck. Your characters were finally getting to the pentrative sex part when you started reading the lines on your hands. This would’ve been cool if you knew palmistry, and if you weren’t reading dirty, filthy smut just a second ago. Your entire body except your head froze as you looked up to see Eren had paused the game and was reading the fanfiction under his breath. 

“So what I’m getting from this is you’re so horny you have to read porn now too,”

“First of all, why are you snatching phones?” hoping your deflection would take, he chuckled darkly, it definitely didn’t take. 

“No, no, no baby that's not what we’re talking about,” green eyes hungry with lust as they stared at your poorly concealed nervousness, “matter of fact, you got more of these?” he asked, waving your phone in the air. 

“Yes,” you drawled, your breath getting shorter. 

“Well, since you treated my head like a watermelon why don’t you read more of these to me, it’s the least you can do for giving me a headache.” You couldn’t decide whether to groan at how dramatic he was or agree obediently with where this was headed. 

Mikasa

The two of you decided to do a cross country train ride. It was two weeks long, there were multiple stops and for some you even stayed in the city for a day, hotel included. The scenery was beautiful, the ambience calming, and the two of you were in bliss to be in each others’ company for such an extended amount of time. Currently, both of you were in the train sitting next to each other, and while she was occupied with painting Youtube videos, you were finishing a slow burn fanfic you’ve been savoring for the past 3 days. 26 chapters of ‘enemies to lovers’ goodness, filled with comedy, humiliation, and the teeniest bit of angst, and of course you can’t end an ‘enemies to lovers’ fic without smut. Your headphones were in, playing a playlist you had created the day you started reading this fic. So, the background music coupled with the heavily descriptive, sultry sex scene immersed you into its world, placing you as the main character. Next to you, your girlfriend was humming appreciatively at the different techniques and especially the cartoon inspired paintings. In one video, someone had drawn an impressively vivid portrait of the Steven Universe cast. Her mouth formed an ‘O’ as she watched the time-lapsed video, sweetly inspired to produce something similar.

“Love, do you think I could make this,” voice sweet and hopeful, yet still projecting down into her lap where she watched her phone. You didn’t hear her with your mind in the gutter and the bass booming in your ears from the slow, sensual song. When you didn’t answer she glanced over, noticing your eyes were slightly widened and the hand not on your phone was lifted to your face with your pinky nail in your mouth. Seeing you so concentrated piqued her curiosity, leaning into your side, her eyes drifted down to read what had you in such a daze. Your side warmed up and the hairs on the back of your neck tingled causing you to dart your eyes up to her face, looking like a deer in headlights. She continued to read for a moment before meeting your gaze and bringing a hand to your cheek, “I wish you would’ve told me earlier, we should share recs.” 

Your face softened and a glint in your eye accompanied the sly smile peaking through.  

Armin 

You joined Armin in his dorm room claiming his presence would help you focus better on ‘studying’. He was sitting at his desk, turned away from you, looking down at his laptop. He was always so studious and attentive, sometimes too much, but he did hold you accountable when you really wanted to get something done. However, you were really there to focus on writing a smutty fic for a new character you were obsessed with. You probably should’ve been working on homework but you gotta get it while the inspiration is flowing and the motivation is motivating. It was a childhood friends to lovers fic with A/B/O dynamics. You didn’t write A/B/O often but when your breeding kink got the better of you, it was the only thing you could write. You were already 4k words in when it was supposed to be only 2k but you were flowing. You even caught yourself laughing at some parts, “Ooo now that’s good.”

“What’s good babe?” he asked absentmindedly.

“Just how easy it is to work with you around,” smiling at him, it wasn’t really a lie. 

Armin had picked up on every time you made a comment, or flinched so hard you made a noise, or even the few times you squeaked. At first he didn’t put much thought into it, but he got suspicious when he figured you couldn’t be reacting this way towards a class you would've never given attention to if you weren’t here. He took a few peeks over at you lying on your stomach on his bed, finding it cute when your legs wiggled in the air. He didn’t really have a plan to find out what you were doing but it all worked out for him when you excused yourself to go to the bathroom. When you came back and saw him sitting on the bed with one hand on your laptop and the other resting on his bulge, you stilled. Without looking up, “I didn’t know you were so filthy starfish.”

Wrapping your arms around yourself you replied, “It tends to come out when I’m feeling… needy, do you like it?” 

“I think you’re a genius, when you finish with it I’ll help you take care of your needs.”

Levi 

Levi had noticed for the past couple of days you weren’t getting as much sleep, and he didn’t know why. You were starting to move slower, your dark circles and eyebags could be seen from a mile away and worst of all you were making simple mistakes. It was after 9pm when Levi found you in the kitchen, sweeping with a mop. He was too stunned to say anything at first but quickly snatched the mop from your hands and replaced it with a broom, furrowing his eyebrows, “There can’t possibly be a sane reason for sweeping with a mop.”

You smiled at him sheepishly, eyes droopy, mouth opening to answer before closing and going back to sweeping.

“Y/N.”

“You said there wasn’t a sane reason,” you replied, still sweeping, unbeknownst to yourself you had been sweeping the same spot for the past 3 minutes. 

He snatched the broom from you, “Go get some sleep, you’re looking and acting shitty.”

You looked at him softly, giving him a peck on the cheek, “Eye eye captain,” making your way to your shared bedroom. 

These past couple of nights you couldn’t bring yourself to fall asleep until after 3am, you were currently engrossed in a story about a bodyguard pining after their charge. At first the bodyguard hated their charge but feelings started to develop between the two until they could no longer contain their love, and lust, for each other. It was delicious, and it was so hard to put down at night so of course you woke up tired and slightly delirious. You would read during the day but you had so many responsibilities so you took to reading during the night, on the plus side Levi didn’t go to bed until 4am so you weren’t bothering him with your reading. 

You sunk down beneath the covers and opened your phone ready to get a few more chapters in. An hour later, Levi walked into the bedroom expecting to see you sleeping or to help you if you were still awake. Thankfully you were asleep, laying on your side with your phone open and in your hand. He went to plug your phone into the charger when he caught a phrase on the screen, ‘tight hole’. He finished the chapter all while standing beside the bed before turning off your phone and plugging it up. He wondered how you would react if he recited such things to you, definitely determined to find out.

#shingenki no kyojin #attack on titan #snk #aot #Mikasa Ackerman #eren jaeger #armin arlet #Levi Ackerman #aot x black reader #Mikasa Ackerman x black reader #eren jaeger x black reader #Armin alert x black reader #levi ackerman x black reader #snk x black reader #aot x reader #snk x reader #x reader #x you #x y/n #headcannon #imagine #fic #drabbles #oneshot #fluff #smut #crack

[arlerts-angel]

–say it like you mean it ⋆⁺₊⋆ ♡̷̷̷ ⋆⁺₊⋆

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~just some thoughts i had about singer!armin x reader ♡ reader is addressed once as "girl" otherwise isn't gender-specific!

cw: none! SFW! enjoy ◡̈

♡ armin is an indie artist who writes and produces his own music. you often get to be around for the writing and recording process, and you're so inspired by him.

♡ you show an interest obviously, but never considered trying to sing with him, it's his thing and you want him to have it.

♡ one day he hears you singing one of his songs and he's just speechless. he thinks you sing better than he does and he's a little bummed that you've never tried to sing with him.

"love!! you sing so beautifully, especially that song! can you sing harmony? yeah? can i record it?"

♡ thinks you look so cute wearing headphones and watches your lips move as you sing into the mic.

♡ he cheers you on, very much fangirling over you.

♡ randomly sing parts of songs, prompting you to sing back to him.

♡ and when you do, he gets so excited. he rubs his hands together and smiles at you.

"atta girl! you sing so pretty for me."

♡ eventually he asks how you'd feel about singing a part on one of his new songs.

♡ he's over the moon when you agree. he worked so hard on writing the perfect lyrics for you.

♡ once the song is perfected, he pays for the only the best and most beautiful cover art and releases the song as a single, titled "say it like you mean it" ft. y/n

♡ within days of releasing the song, it goes viral. he's so proud of all the support on the song, but he's proudest of all the love your part is getting.

♡ he gently grabs your face with both hands and kisses you oh so softly.

"i love you, y/n."

#🪽 — heaven in hiding #armin aot #armin arlert #aot imagines #attack on titan #armin x you #armin x reader #singer!armin #snk armin #aot fanfiction #armin arlert fluff #snk fluff #snk fanfiction #armin fluff #armin x y/n #armin x fem reader #shingeki no kyojin fluff #shingeki no kyojin

[seeingivy]

method acting asks!

link to tiktok

THIS WAS THE LAST FUCKING THING I EXPECTED WHEN I OPENED THIS TIKTOK I LITERALLY JUST BURST OUT LAUGHING IN MY LITTLE CUBICLE....

that being said. this is reiner the day new year's day releases trying to promote the song.

OMGGGGG WAIT. ok I think y/n and eren would be kaz brekker and inej and sukuna would literally be the darkling. also random but lana would be zoya. IDK but that woudl totally happen where eren and y/n are in a show where they aren't the main couple but people start shipping them just bc of how good their chemistry is.

link to tiktok

GOD. I was at this show in like lower bowl right near where he was and I was literally going crazy bc he's so cute. also they're so eren y/n coded bc of their matching rose quartz bracelets...and the hat that they keep switching...and that he was seen walking around in her merch lIKE I LITERALLY LOVE THEM SO BAD THEY'RE SOOOO CUTE

also louis just standing there like 😊 while olivia sings a song about how she wants to die after every awkward social interaction....so y/n and eren when she's screaming bloody murder and he's like yeah that's my girl ❤️

omg wait. this is interesting and no one has ever asked before. idk about actual numbers but there are some people who get more money than others?

like y/n and armin are paid considerably less in the first season bc they're not as popular. the people who double dip like act and sing have more money - so eren, y/n, historia, etc. armin and niccolo produce so they get more money in that aspect too.

some actors are more lowkey and less popular? like i'd say ymir is famous but not as famous as other people who are in the story. jean and mikasa are like mid tier level and hange and levi probably have the most?? bc they produce the sow and have their own company and such.

@levitheestallion y/n revenge edits go crazy. to obsessed by olivia rodrigo too like that would be such a godo edit song.

eren is very lana del ray coded in general and the margaret edits to go crazy of him and y/n.

people make crazy edits of them growing up too like from when they were 15 to basically 25 like EEK IT WOUDL BE SO CUTE.

omg about the name of the story, it is actually not a cool about it reference! when I started writing the fic, I was trying to do research about how like acting and all that stuff works and I came across the term method acting and I was like....yeah that makes sense they're going to pretend to be in love but then not know where the line blurs. pickng the name of fics is always so hard but i actually really love the name for this one :')

anyways, my exam is tomorrow and im planning on writing after that's over. my peace offering is the songs that are mentioned in the chapter which are: style by taylor swift and glimpse of us by joji

#asks! #method acting