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theragethatisdesire · 10 months

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scary dog privilege - best friend!eren x reader one-shot, 18+!!

hellooooo i have had this in my wips for like two entire months and i am giddy and ready to share it. this hopefully will just be a one-shot, but you guys know i love to create a universe for each of my erens so god only knows where we'll end up with this one. best friend eren appears to be my angstiest, broodiest one yet, and i love him lol. wanted to make some use of classic fanfic tropes, so here we get best friend eren and fake dating!! woohoo!!

beware: this is absolute, pure filth once you get into it lol

pairing: eren jaeger x afab reader

wc: 9.1k

DISCLAIMER: this post contains MATURE CONTENT that is intended only for those over 18. if you are a minor, please do not read below the cut.

CWs: smut, consensual hook-up, rough sex, biting, dirty talk, oral sex (fem!receiving), alcohol use, cussing, squirting, penetrative vaginal sex, swearing, use of names (baby, pretty baby, my girl), crying, multiple orgasms, eren being a menace per usual, jean's an asshole (i'm so sorry you guys know i love him but it had to happen)

have fun ;)

This is a terrible idea, and it had been from the start. You know it and so does he, but you had insisted. Now that you’ve made your bed, you have to lay in it, you suppose. You press your forehead to the cold, tinted window of Eren’s ridiculous muscle car, ignoring the vibrations from the rock music he’s blaring and the consistent fluttering in your stomach, and think back to your conversation earlier that week.

“Come on, Eren. It’s just one night!”

“And what about after? When you run into Sasha at the coffee place or Armin after work? Did we just suddenly ‘break up’?” Eren scoffs, pushing past you to grab a Red Bull out of the fridge. You collapse into one of the barstools in his kitchen, having prepared yourself to accept defeat from the moment you posed the question.

“I just can’t face him alone,” you sigh, “it’s only been four months and Sasha told me he’s hooked up with not one, not two, but three girls already. I haven’t even had a drunken makeout at the bar.”

“So? Just because Jean’s been whoring around doesn’t mean you have anything to prove.” Eren's tone is thoroughly unimpressed as he pops the tab to his energy drink.

“You’re my best friend. I just need one tiny favor.”

“Who would even believe us? It’s not like it’s a huge party- we know everyone going.”

You cock an eyebrow. “How many times have Annie and Mikasa tried to con us into a double date? Connie’s been teasing us for years, not to mention the waiter at lunch the other day–”

“Fine!”

“Fine?”

“Fine. I’ll be your date for one night. But all of the explaining is up to you. And,” Eren takes a sip, leveling a glare at you over the top of the can, “I’m going on the record as saying that this is a bad idea.”

He may be reckless, arrogant, and a bit of a brat, but if Eren Jaeger is one thing consistently, he was right. You chance a glance at your “date”. He’s in his typical uniform: black hoodie, black jeans, the little silver chain he never takes off, key swinging over his chest as he turns the car. He looks good, appealing even. If Jean dares to show up with a girl, she won’t consider you to have downgraded, that’s for sure.

You consider your own outfit, an anxious fist tightening in your stomach at the thought of seeing Jean for the first time as an ex. He would have hated it. Your nothing-to-the-imagination outfit is all thanks to Sasha.

You had clued Sasha in on the plan; you hoped having one more agent in on your secret would help sell the act. Sasha had gone all out, lending you an incredibly low-cut black top and some black leather pants that would have caused at least a twenty-minute argument with Jean. Had he not dumped you, you remind yourself bitterly. Sasha had insisted you borrow her all-black outfit to match Eren’s typical attire “just to be cute”. In hindsight, her enthusiasm about this whole situation should have been a red flag, but you’ve already gotten everything lined up, and it’s too late for regret.

It’s far too late for hindsight, too; you’re already ten minutes into receiving the official girlfriend treatment from Eren. He had worn you down on picking you up, opening the car door, the works. Hell, you wouldn’t be surprised if he pulled out a bouquet of roses at this point. You can hear his obnoxious tone now: Even if you’re my fake girlfriend, you’re getting the full package. Play stupid games, win stupid prizes.

Eren parallel parks smoothly on Armin’s quiet street, unusually busy with the buzz of a house party and lined with your friends’ cars. It’s Connie’s birthday, but Armin always hosts. It’s an unspoken rule at this point; you aren’t sure why he keeps volunteering, especially after Sasha had projectile vomited all over his bathroom at the last get-together, but again, dig your own grave and lie in it. You and Armin are in the same boat there.

When the car switches off, Eren takes a moment to consider you, wrapping and unwrapping his long fingers around the steering wheel, a nervous tic he’s had since high school. “You ready?”

“Ready as I’ll ever be,” you sigh, reaching for the door handle. Before you can wrap your hand around it, Eren leans over and pinches you harshly on the thigh. “Ow!”

“I open the door, remember?” Eren says, visibly annoyed.

You roll your eyes at him.“Isn’t this a bit much?”

“You think I’m going to be caught dead letting my ‘girlfriend’ open her own door? I have a reputation to uphold.”

You decide to bite back a snippy comment about the many girls who cried over Eren in college and cross your arms over your chest, pouting instead. “Fine.”

If Eren can be dramatic, so can you.

As naturally as if he had done it a hundred times, Eren slings his arm over your shoulders on the walk up towards the door; the weight of it, both physically and mentally, is heavier than you’re willing to acknowledge. When you catch sight of Bertholdt, Reiner, and Annie peering through the window, a flutter of nerves erupts your stomach; you reach a hand up to play with Eren’s fingers, absentmindedly spinning one of his rings and trying to sell the look as best you can. “We better pull this off.”

“It’ll be fine, just follow my lead.” Eren pulls you closer, kissing your hairline. Goosebumps rise all over your body; not at the action itself, but how disturbingly easy the affection seems to come to him. As Eren knocks on Armin’s bright red door, you pack that thought away and shove it to the back of your mind to collect dust.

“Hi…guys?” Armin’s friendly smile upon opening the door falters in confusion as he takes you in, absorbing the sight of you two intertwined on his doorstep. Armin’s wide, blue eyes flick between the two of you, and you can see the gears churning in his head, trying to make sense of how awfully close you and Eren are. Pitting your fake relationship against Armin’s intellect is the perfect first test; a nervous sweat breaks out under your skimpy outfit.

“Sup, ‘min?” Eren smiles back, the very picture of nonchalance, extending his free hand to shake Armin’s shoulder.

“Come on in.” Armin, ever polite, turns to allow for plenty of room for Eren to pull you inside. He doesn’t outright ask why Eren’s holding you, but his eyes betray his suspicions. It seems like your plan, as terrible as it is, is working. One down, a dozen or so to go.

Never dropping his arm from around your shoulders, Eren steers you into the living room where one of Connie’s favorite bands is already blasting from the speakers. Annie and Mikasa are curled up together in Armin’s recliner, hands interlocked as usual; Sasha and Connie are positioned at Armin’s bar cart, violently shaking two cocktail shakers apiece; Reiner, Bertholdt, Marco, and Jean are on the couch, arguing over something sports-related. With a sinking stomach, you notice that there’s only one unoccupied seat left in the room.

“My two favorite lovebirds!” Sasha cries, abandoning her cocktail shakers and rushing over to give you a hug. Upon Sasha’s impact, Eren drops his arm and grabs your hand that’s closest to him as a substitute, never taking his hands off of you. His actions are pointed, purposeful; every pair of eyes in the room looks between the two of you in surprise. You can practically feel a hazel-tinted laser beam burning a hole into your forehead. “You guys are so late; honeymoon phase gotcha already?”

“Laying it on a little thick, Sash,” you whisper into Sasha’s ear, cheeks burning. To your chagrin, Eren only curls his mouth in response.

“What?” Connie frowns, still shaking his drinks. “How long has that been a thing?”

You pause, your heart nearly stopping. You should have made up a story, you realize, something to explain–

“Just a few weeks.” The still-strange weight of Eren’s arm around your shoulder returns, and his jade eyes rest on you, adoration beaming through his always-cool gaze. Against your will, butterflies start dancing in your stomach; apparently Eren’s quite the actor.

“Yeah,” you jump in, grateful for Eren’s lead, “we just wanted to feel it out before we told everyone, that’s all.”

“Sasha knew.” Mikasa raises a suspicious eyebrow. Annie smirks at the two of you, a knowing look on her face.

“It’s about time.” Marco appears from the kitchen with a huge bowl of tortilla chips in one hand and salsa in the other. “Good for you guys.”

You can’t help yourself, finally meeting Jean’s eyes. He’s openly scowling at you, which is to be expected; where Eren is a criminally smooth liar, Jean wears his heart on his sleeve. You recognize that face all too well: anger to mask heartbreak, the same face he wore when you used to fight. For the first time, it occurs to you how cruel this plan might be, how Jean might react to you moving on with a mutual friend. Guilt washes over you, cold and heavy.

“Thanks for giving me a heads-up before you moved in on my fucking girlfriend, Jaeger,” Jean snips, taking a long swallow of his beer.

The guilt drops away from you as quickly as your jaw; you’ve forgotten what a prick Jean can be. Eren has been slowly guiding you over to the singular remaining seat throughout the conversation, and after Jean’s comment, he tugs you down firmly onto his lap. He rubs a large palm over your thigh, a blatant gesture of ownership.

“Not your girlfriend anymore, Kirschstein.” You can hear the distinct note of pride ringing through his voice, hear the nasty look leveled at Jean without turning to face him. It’s been fifteen minutes of fake dating, car ride included, and you can already feel the friendship line blurring. Your head spins.

“Anyway,” Armin, ever the gracious host, interrupts, breaking the awkward tension that has settled over the room, “what bar does everyone want to head out to later? Connie gets the first pick, being the birthday boy.”

The conversation in the room picks back up into a familial bickering over the evening’s next destination. All of your friends have become accustomed to the occasional awkward moment over the years now that some of you have begun to couple up; Mikasa and Annie especially are notorious for bickering like an old married couple, no matter who’s around.

“I need a drink,” you murmur to Eren, moving to stand.

“Do you mind getting me one, babe? Don’t want to lose our seat.” Eren pecks you on the cheek, smiling up at you as if everything about your situation right now is normal, natural for him. Jean’s eyes follow you every step of the way, and your face burns.

Over the years you’ve been friends with him, it’s never been lost on you that Eren’s attractive, not after the dozens of women he ran through in his college years. Peeking over your shoulder now, however, feels like you’re seeing him for the first time, seeing him the way the world sees him. Heavy-set dark brows frame his bright eyes beautifully, his jaw’s grown sharp and severe, and his lips are soft and pouty, stretching into a wicked smirk with sharp canines. He had grown into a heartbreaker, and he’s your best friend and now fake boyfriend– you swat away your private admiration as soon as it comes, taking a deep breath to center yourself and rifling through the bar cart in a daze.

“Want me to make you one?” Sasha waves a bright red concoction under your nose. “Connie and I made them- it has three different types of liquor in it, and you can’t taste any of it!”

One sip of the tiny cocktail straw has your nose wrinkling in disgust. You’ve worked behind a bar since the day you turned twenty-one, and the drink Sasha’s offering you tastes like an overly-syruped nightmare. “Um…no, that’s okay Sash. I’ll probably just stick to beer.”

Connie sticks his tongue out at you. “Boring!”

Predictably, Sasha pouts. “Okay, but we’re definitely making you take a shot. We can chill it in the kitchen, want to help me get some ice?”

Holding up a bottle of tequila, she cocks her head toward the kitchen and wobbles her eyebrows madly. You almost laugh; anyone who can’t pick up on a hint from Sasha is walking around with earplugs and their eyes closed.

“Fine. Let me just grab Eren a beer, and I’ll meet you in there.”

“Ugh, couples,” Connie rolls his eyes, wandering over to fiddle with the dusty karaoke machine that Armin claims broke years ago. You’ve always been dubious as to the truth of that, but knowing your friends, you can’t blame him.

Opening the cooler, you smile to yourself; Armin remembered your favorite IPA from the brewery down the road and stocked the cooler accordingly, nestling a few Hazy Daze’s between Reiner and Bertholdt’s domestics. You pick your way through the haphazard seating arrangements back over to Eren, holding a cold Budweiser bottle towards him. He pauses in his conversation with Reiner, grabbing your hand that holds the beer and removing it from your hand, bringing your knuckles to his lips, brushing them over in a light kiss. He looks you up and down lecherously as he does it, a dangerous curve to his lips.

You return a weak half-smile, doing your best to not appear outwardly shaken by Eren’s behavior and keep the what the fuck? thoughts from showing plainly on your face. Eren waves you off to the kitchen with a light pat on your bottom, innocent as ever.

“How’s it going?” Sasha asks, safe now in the privacy of the kitchen. Her face is already full-flush with excitement and that awful cocktail she was sipping.

“I mean, it seems like everyone’s buying it. Jean looks pissed, though.”

“What were you expecting? He’s always thought Eren had a thing for you.”

“Everyone thinks Eren has a thing for me,” you roll your eyes, “at least it’s working in my favor now.”

Sasha fixes you with a glare, wobbling slightly. “If you don’t think Eren actually has a thing for you, you must be blind. Deaf, too.”

“Sasha–”

“I mean, even if you hadn’t told me, I would have fallen for it. Is it not, like, weird for you guys? That it’s just natural for you two to–” Sasha burps, interrupting herself, and giggles. “Just makes ya think.”

“Sasha!” Connie calls from the living room. “Let’s do Eye of the Tiger first!”

“Woo!” Sasha shouts, abandoning you and running into the room to take part in the newly-revived karaoke festivities.

You stand alone in the kitchen, shell-shocked by Sasha’s observations. The truly irritating thing is that she’s entirely right. Not only do Eren’s little kisses here and there, the constant touching, even the pet names come naturally, it almost feels…nice. It’s as easy for you to receive his affection as it is for him to give it. You peek around the corner, grimacing at Sasha and Connie’s amplified wailing, just wanting to look at him. Really look at him.

Kicked back, beer in hand and jacket thrown over the back of his chair, Eren oozes charisma. Even doing nothing but holding a conversation with Mikasa, the room gravitates around him. Jean’s angry glare never leaves him; Armin has switched to drinking Budweiser, even though you know he hates it; Annie’s nodding along with whatever Eren’s saying; even Sasha and Connie are angling their performance around him, alternating between singing together and holding their microphones towards him, trying to elicit a reaction. He has this undeniable magnetic force, one that you aren’t exempt from.

You’d met him nearly a decade ago, in high school, and initially couldn’t stand him. His hair-trigger temper had hardly cooled with age, and his ego had gotten unthinkably larger, but you grew to find both of them charming– to a degree. One thing led to another, and before you knew it, Eren was the one cleaning you up and getting you drunk after every bad breakup, introducing you to all of your favorite sports teams and lending you jerseys for the games; hell, he even read that smutty fairy fantasy series you’d been obsessed with in college. Had the man you attempted Star Wars marathons with until you both fell asleep really looked like that the entire time?

He catches your stare, beckoning you over with one long, crooked finger. As his girlfriend for the night, you have to obey, even though you would much rather roll your eyes at the cliche.

“Missed you,” he mumbles as you sit back on his lap, breath hot against the shell of your ear.

“You too,” you respond accordingly, wrapping your arm lovingly around his shoulder. Eren’s eyes flit down to your cleavage, but knowing him, it’s impossible to discern if it’s part of the act, or Eren being himself.

His hands rest comfortably over the casing of your pants, one on your thigh and one on the small of your back, one thumb rubbing circles into your soft flesh. Reveling in the drag of his rings over your clothed body, you couldn’t help but wonder how they’d feel on your bare skin, on your throat, on your–

Surprising yourself at the dirty direction of your thoughts, you swallow your beer too quickly, coughing. Eren, who had coincidentally been taking a sip at the same time, laughs at you mid-sip, choking beside you and spraying beer out of his nose.

The entire room bursts into laughter; Eren regains his composure and joins in good-naturedly. You giggle along, relief coursing over your body. Sure, Eren might look a little extra handsome tonight and be a bit touchy because you asked him to, but he’s still Eren.

“They’re practically in sync already.” Hitch, Marco’s girlfriend who had apparently joined the party while Sasha and you were in the kitchen, rests her face on her hand dreamily.

“It’s a little freaky,” Annie observes with narrowed eyes, but the slight curve of her lip betrays her. Not only were they believing your little farce, but they were happy for you. That’s enough to make you flush a little, realizing how naturally everyone’s just accepted your fake relationship. Everyone but one person, at least.

Jean suddenly stands, ripping a beer from the cooler and storming into the kitchen. The laughter dies as quickly as it had come, everyone exchanging nervous looks.

“I’ll go talk to him,” Eren offers, nudging you off of his lap. You blanch.

“Eren, I don’t know if you should-”

“It’s fine,” Eren drops a soft peck on your forehead, walking away before you can stop him. You meet Mikasa’s eyes, wide and concerned. To everyone else, Eren’s walking calmly, not a hint of aggression in his gait. But you know him, know him well enough to catch the anger simmering in his eyes, quiet, but there.

Jean and Eren have always been friends, albeit reluctant ones at first, but too similar where it counted not to get along. That had abruptly come to a halt when you had fallen for Jean. At first Eren had been confused, but over time that confusion had melted into constant irritation. Jean and you were wrong for one another, you know that in hindsight, but at the time, you had chalked all the fighting up to a passionate relationship. The constant tears had driven Eren nearly to a breaking point; multiple times you had begged him not to bring his frustration to physical blows. And now, your fake-boyfriend slash best friend and ex-boyfriend with the two worst tempers out of everyone you know are “talking”. You bite down hard on the inside of your cheek to keep the worry in your chest.

“Are you alright?” The question comes from Armin, who’s placed a steadying hand on your shoulder. “I’m sorry that Jean isn’t taking the news well.”

“There’s no news,” Mikasa says low enough for none of the others to hear over the music, now standing directly behind Armin.

A neat little cross appears between Armin’s eyebrows. “They’re-”

“Faking,” she interrupts Armin, “they aren’t dating.”

Armin stammers, trying to correct her and apologize to you for her at the same time, but you just sigh. “How’d you know?”

“One of you would have told me,” she shrugs, “or at least I’d like to think you would.”

“It’s just…I couldn’t bear to show up alone, not with Jean here and apparently sleeping around since the breakup.” You cross your arms over your chest, grabbing your own shoulders tightly. It’s your fault, you know it is, but you had only wanted to feel a little less pathetic, a little less heartbroken. Drama had been an unfortunate and unexpected side effect.

“Why would Eren agree to that? It seems silly,” Armin muses, noticing your glare and immediately turning bright red, “I- I don’t mean you’re silly, just, you shouldn’t-”

“You know.” Mikasa bumps him. The slightest hint of a smile plays on her face, a knowing look directed at you. You frown, trying to look confused through the pink rising to your face.

A loud crash from the kitchen catches all of your attention, saving you from an uncomfortable line of conversation but making your heart beat that much faster. Dashing to the kitchen door, the entire house party hot on your heels, your thundering heart sinks.

Eren has Jean pinned up against Armin’s cabinets, forearm tight against the other man’s neck. Jean’s still seething at Eren, raw ego washing against the cool anger blazing in Eren’s eyes.

“Need to learn how to watch your fucking mouth, Kirschstein–”

“Eren!” Your voice is surprisingly firm, given the nauseating mixture of embarrassment, confusion, and panic swirling in your stomach. “Let him go!”

“Do you want to tell her what you said, or should I?” Eren hisses, nudging into Jean further. Jean’s eyes dart to you, back to Eren, and for a fleeting moment, you have hope that maybe this all can be resolved peacefully. And then Jean makes a fatal mistake.

He spits directly in Eren’s face.

Just as Eren swings, Reiner collides with the two, just barely catching Eren by his forearm before he can make contact with Jean’s cheek. Bertholdt, as always, is Reiner’s shadow, grabbing Eren by the shoulders and wrenching him away from Jean. It takes Connie, Reiner, Marco, and Bertholdt to restrain both of them, Armin standing in the middle and shouting how ridiculous the fight is above the curses.

“It’s my fucking birthday, Jean, come on bro!” Connie growls, pinning Jean to the cabinets with his back.

“Jaeger- back off!” Reiner manages to pull him back a few inches, hardly able to contain Eren, who’s struggling furiously, in his massive arms. Jean finally relents, slouching into the multiple arms holding him back. After several seconds, Eren does the same, never taking his eyes off of Jean. Into the shocked silence, Armin bravely speaks first.

“Maybe we should leave,” he suggests awkwardly, “take the party elsewhere.”

You pity him, poor Armin and his hosting inclination. Eren finally turns to face you. The wrath laid bare in his eyes sends a chill over your body.

“We are,” he spits, sparing Jean one last threatening glance before storming over, grabbing you harshly by the wrist, and practically dragging you towards the door.

“Eren, wait–” you try to reason with him and dig your heels in, but it’s fruitless. Eren’s strong, stronger than you, and you don’t stand a chance stopping him now that his mind’s made up.

He doesn’t drop the act at the car, ripping your car door open, waiting impatiently for you to step into your seat, and slamming the door behind you. As soon as he turns the ignition, the same angry rock music you had listened to on the way over blasts from the speakers; Eren makes no move to turn it down and neither do you. After so many years together, his temper rarely scares you anymore; it’s more of a nuisance than anything when it flares. You stare out of the window, seething with anger, arms crossed and foot tapping.

Five minutes into the drive, you realize Eren isn’t taking you to your house, but to his. What he’s thinking, you can’t be sure, but you go ahead and start making your plans to give him an earful and call your Uber the moment you get there. You just can’t wrap your mind around why he would attack Jean and embarrass you like that– Eren may have been a hothead, but rarely did he let his temper escalate to that degree, especially against a friend.

Eren whips his car into the driveway, parking with such force you nearly knock your head against the headrest. You reach for your door handle, ready to throw it open, but Eren’s faster. He hits the child lock button and slams his own door behind him, storming around the car.

“The fucking child lock button?” You leap out of your seat once he’s opened your door, glaring up at him with your fists curled by your sides. “Is that what I am, Eren, a child?”

“Come inside.” Eren’s voice is low, dangerous. You’re too angry to indulge his temper.

“No,” you snap, “I’m going home.”

No sooner have you pulled your phone out to call an Uber than Eren snatches it from you, sliding it into his pocket. He repeats himself, more forceful this time. “Come inside.”

You stand rooted to the spot for a beat, so angry you aren’t sure what you want to do more: run home, punch him, or kick his precious car headlight in. Eren simply glares down his strong nose at you, face unreadable as ever, rage still glittering in his eyes.

“Come inside, please,” Eren repeats himself again through gritted teeth. You decide you’ll indulge him and go inside, hear him out, and then punch him. At least it’ll catch him off guard, and you’ll have a better chance of getting your shot in. Without another word, you stomp up the walkway to his house, into the house, and into the kitchen, shoving your shoes off. Stupid fucking kitchens, you think to yourself, kicking your bare foot against the base of his kitchen island. Immature, but the little burst of violence feels good.

Whether Eren’s house smells like him or Eren smells like his house you’ve never been able to decide. The distinct scent of him envelops you: a boyish, sharp smell, laced with a hint of the weed he kept in the living room. Ordinarily it’s a comforting smell, but tonight, it nearly makes you sick with irritation. Fighting with Eren is something you do rarely, but you know the both of you well enough to buckle down. Arguing with Eren means you have a long, nasty, and emotionally gutting night ahead of you. You’re more than ready, fists shaking by your side.

“What the hell was that, Eren?”

He doesn’t answer, swinging the fridge open and grabbing a beer. He twists the top, tossing it aside carelessly and taking a healthy swig, bun bouncing on the back of his head, making no move to acknowledge your presence.

“Answer me!” Your voice rattles the cabinets. “Yeah, was the fake dating a stupid idea? Sure, fine, it was stupid, but starting a fucking fight with Jean on poor Connie’s birthday–”

“You didn’t hear what he said,” Eren says simply, still chugging his beer and avoiding your gaze.

“What could he have said to make you do that? What was so awful that you had to–”

“It was about you.” Eren finally brings his eyes to yours, staring you down through the little hairs that have escaped his bun with such intensity that it nearly knocks you clean on your ass.

Your heart stutters. “You– what did he say?”

“Told me if I wanted to taste your ‘slutty pussy’ so bad, I could just smell his breath. S’why he spit in my face.” Eren’s fingers wrap and unwrap around the beer bottle anxiously.

Your mouth drops agape, tears immediately springing to your eyes. No, you set your resolve, praying your body cooperates. “He…he said that?”

“Why didn’t you tell me you’d been fucking him?” Eren spares you another scalding look. Your temper flares at his anger, one fire against another.

“Excuse me?”

“Don’t play dumb,” Eren snaps, “this whole thing was your idea. What am I to you, just some toy you can dangle in front of your pussyboy ex boyfriend? How long have you been fucking him?”

“I haven’t been fucking him,” you hiss, “he lied because he was jealous. And you’re not some toy, you’re– you’re my best friend. I needed you.”

Eren freezes, eyeing you across the kitchen. His expression has changed, infinitesimally so, a pinch of the fury fading from his face but none of the heat. It strikes you that in the years you’ve known him, he’s never looked at you like this before, not once. “Say it again.”

“You’re my–”

“The other thing.”

“I needed you.”

“Again.”

“I needed– fuck, Eren, what is this? Some kind of game?”

He stalks toward you, silhouetted by the light behind him and looking sinful, closing you in. He’s forceful and shameless as he backs you into the counter, as quintessentially Eren as he can be. “Say it one more time.”

“I…needed you,” you indulge him, brain slowing down to pick up each little detail. His cologne– when did he start wearing cologne?– musky and thick in the air, one of his tattoos peeking above the collar of his shirt, the tangible sensation of emerald eyes dragging along every inch of you.

“I like the way you say that,” his tongue darts out, wetting his lips. You stare blatantly. His mouth is red, pouty, and full, bottom lip a little chapped from where he was chewing it in the car. “That you need me.”

Words are lost on you; even if you could gather something to say, it would probably get stuck in your throat the moment it materialized. His presence is choking you. He brings one of those massive hands up, cupping your jaw, running a thumb over your lip. His posture, looming over you, is demanding, almost hungry.

“Do you still?”

“Still?”

“Need me.”

You blink, eyes still watery. “How?”

“You’re a smart girl,” Eren murmurs, hot breath laced with beer fanning over your face, “you know. You’ve always known.”

You do know. When he ghosted a hand over your thighs at the bar, when you fell asleep on his chest watching a movie, the way he had kissed your head, nearly fought Jean, protected you at every twist and turn. You had kept it relegated to the recesses of your brain, slid a hand between your legs and allowed it to simmer to the surface, maybe for a moment, before pushing it back down. You had always known. He has you on the edge of a cliff, and with a thin gasp, you understand him now: he wants you to jump. And so do you.

“I still need you. Now.”

Something critical snaps in both of you. The countertop digs into your lower back, a beautiful, aching pain blooming up your spine to meet the sting of his teeth sinking into your bottom lip. He’s kissing you; this magnetic, maddening man is kissing you, hard. It’s all tongue and teeth, fingers wrapping in hair, hands exploring familiar places in a new way. Greedy, demanding sounds slip through his teeth as he paws at your clothes, squeezes your curves through the silken shirt Sasha had lent you.

“This shirt is ridiculous,” Eren pants into your mouth, “wish I wasn’t about to rip it off of you.”

A little whimper leaves your mouth at that, and your knees buckle. Eren catches you, grabbing you by your torso and lifting you up onto the kitchen counter; you use the extra height to wrap your legs around his hips. A groan from deep in Eren’s chest rumbles against your lips as he rolls his clothed cock insistently against you. The low, simmering heat in your stomach catches fire; he’s big, even through both of your pants, rubbing himself into where you need him most. A hand creeps up your neck, grabbing a fistful of hair and forcing you to look up at him. It hits you how large he is; six feet and some change of taut, corded muscle, bad intentions, temptation.

His voice is quiet and controlled, so close to your face that his nose moves against yours as he speaks. “I’m going to take you to my room. If that’s not okay with you, I need you to say it right now.”

You nod urgently, relishing the burn in your scalp where he holds your hair tight. “I want it- want you.”

Eren slides you off of the kitchen counter and holds you firmly around his waist, making a beeline for his room. You mouth at his neck, enjoying the little grunts he makes against your ear. You drop unceremoniously onto the bed, left to watch as he tears off his shirt.

Oh, and do you watch. It’s difficult to comprehend that your best friend is the man standing above you. You’ve seen him shirtless countless times, but not like this: chest heaving, covered in a thin sheen of sweat, muscles flexing as he reaches for your shirt, ripping it from you and tossing it away. Your eyes draw towards the defined v leading down beneath his jeans, and you wonder how it might taste under your tongue.

Your bra comes next, Eren moving down to take your lips in his again as he deals with the clasp. He pushes you onto your back, kissing down your neck, sneaking harsh bites in between the gentle presses of his lips.

“Careful, Eren– you’ll leave marks,” you gasp, pulling at his hair.

“Good,” Eren replies against your neck, emphasizing his point with another deep bite to your neck, “you wanted everyone to think I was your little boyfriend, didn’t you? Let them see.”

Your panties grow damp and hot against your core at that; you have no other response than to choke out a stunted moan.

“Fuck, you have no idea,” he growls, traveling down, teeth scraping the top of your breast, “what you do to me. How long I’ve wanted you.”

Your mind falters, caught in the crosswires of Eren’s confession and the way you’re clutching his head to your breasts, fingers desperately threaded in his dark hair and pulling him as close as you could get him. His mouth is so hot it burns, even against your feverish skin.

“Remember…” Eren muses, mouthing his way down your stomach, “remember college? When you’d wear those slutty little dresses out?”

“I remember,” you breathe, impatient and urging him towards your lower half.

“Used to come home from the bar and jerk myself off, thinking about this sweet little cunt,” Eren tears your pants down your legs, panties following, “could practically see it in those short ass dresses. I’d cum thinking about how you’d sound when I stuck my tongue in it.”

A lewd whine rips out of your throat before you can stop it. Eren’s pressing your thighs open now, and his words and the quick little swipes he’s making across your clit are making you dizzy.

“Fuck…” Eren trails off, eyes wide, “got such a pretty pussy. Just look at you.”

“Eren, please,” you’ve never been the begging type, but the bright green eyes peering up at you from where your legs are propped open by broad, strong shoulders take your sense away.

“I’ve got you,” he shushes you, grinning as he leans into your center. A thick stripe of a lick up the center elicits a groan from you both. “So fucking sweet. Knew you would be.”

Eren hooks his arms around your legs, dragging you down the bed to be flush with his face. Eren’s no amateur when it comes to women, you know that, but you had never dared to let yourself imagine what that might translate to in practice.

He licks little figure-eights around your clit, not quite hitting it; he’s teasing you, the antagonist that he is. You tremble under him, little gasps and whimpers puffing out of your lips. Eren smiles contentedly against your pussy, nose flush with your clit, nudging against it rhythmically as he licks through your folds, circling your entrance. You bring your hands down your body, grabbing a fistful of dark hair and pulling him closer to you; you don’t even know what you want, the singular word more ringing in your head like a church bell.

Eren chuckles. “You need something?”

“Stop fucking with me,” you breathe, inwardly cringing at the desperation in your voice, laid bare for him to see. You brace yourself, looking down to meet his eyes, and instantly regret it. The anger has faded entirely from his face, replaced by an unyielding hunger. A wet, wicked smile plays at his mouth; you can physically feel your cunt dripping just at the sight of him.

“You want me to stop fucking with you?”

“Please, Eren, I need you–”

“That’s all you had to say.”

And then, like he does with everything else in his life, Eren licks into you like his life depends on it, like he’s trying to drown himself in you. His tongue pushes in and out of your hole, swirling around your clit, and you can distantly hear the most obscene sounds you’ve ever heard slipping from your mouth. He’s so good, better than you’ve had in years; you throw your head back against the bedspread, hardly able to focus on breathing.

Just when you think it can’t get any more intense, Eren slides one long finger inside of you, curling it against a spongy spot in your walls that makes you see stars. He chuckles at the loud, long moan that you let out.

“My girl likes being full, doesn’t she?” He pumps his finger slowly, testing your limits. Your walls clutch down on him, begging.

“M-more,” you stutter, barely able to form a coherent word through your panting.

“What was that?” You can hear the shit-eating grin on his face.

“I need– fuck– I need more.”

“Magic word?”

“Please, Eren, fuck!”

“Good, good girl,” he coos, pushing another finger into you, “so sweet and needy for me, yeah?”

Your eyes fly open at the stretch, the fullness of his fingers moving inside you. His other hand comes up to push on your lower stomach; your head snaps up, and you frown at him, panicked.

“W-what are you– oh,” you hate yourself for it, but you can’t even speak as he applies pressure onto your abdomen. You feel strange; it’s just right and too much all at once. The familiar bubble of an impending orgasm swells in the pit of your stomach, but it’s more intense, wetter than you’ve ever felt it.

“Close?”

“Mhm,” you force out through gritted teeth. Eren moves his elbow slightly, just enough to bear down on your hip bone where you’re pushing your hips up towards him unwittingly. “But it- it feels weird…I, I can’t–”

“Sh,” he murmurs, mouth back against your clit, “you can do it, just for me, I know you can. It’s going to feel so good, you’ll see.”

Your eyes roll back in your head as you teeter on the precipice, blood roaring in your ears. You want to, you need to–

“Cum all over my fucking face baby, give it to me.”

The band in you snaps, your eyes rolling back into your head. You can feel your cunt spasming around his fingers, pushing something out. Liquid sprays from you, all over Eren’s face, soaking the sheets beneath you. You can’t even hear the lewd sounds coming out of your mouth, too surprised at the gushing orgasm. It finally winds down, and once you gather the energy, you shove insistently at his hand still pumping in and out of your sensitive pussy.

“You have the messiest little cunt,” Eren chuckles at you, wiping his face and kissing his way back up to your gasping mouth, “knew you were a squirter.”

He lands a few gentle taps against your sore pussy, and you flinch.

“I–I’ve never…” you take a shaky breath in between every word, “never done that before.”

Pride illuminates his face. “Really? I knew you could do it– just for me, right?”

You nod, sitting up on trembling elbows. “Your cock, I– I want it in my mouth. Please let me.”

You reach down to fumble with the button of his jeans, but Eren grabs your wrist, pulling your hand up to kiss it gently. “Next time. I’d never forgive myself if I busted before I got to fuck you.”

Too overwhelmed to answer, you simply nod again, sitting back as he shimmies his pants off. Once you catch sight of it, your mouth waters. He’s big, bigger than you thought, wide enough to where your fingers wouldn’t touch if you grabbed it, and long enough to make you gag. The thought goes straight between your legs, cunt still throbbing and clutching around nothing, and a rush of anticipation washes over you.

Eren flips you over onto your stomach, shoving a couple of pillows underneath your hips to prop your ass up. “Christ,” he exhales, landing a sharp smack to your ass.

“Please, Eren- oh!” You jump; Eren’s circling your asshole, using the mess you’ve already made as lube to pop the tip of his thumb in. “Eren…”

“You’d let me fuck you there, one day, I bet,” he mutters, more to himself than to you, you think. Your body tenses in response, the memory of your first glance at his cock fresh in your mind. Eren swears under his breath. “Maybe next time, then.”

You hear him spit, hear the slick sounds of him lathering himself up. You have a brief moment to think to yourself, with the last glimmering shreds of consciousness in your orgasm-dazed mind, that this is Eren. This is your best friend, pinning you to the bed by the back of your neck, rubbing your lower back, admiring you, fucking you. And then the head of his cock is pressing into you, and that last little bit of hesitation gives way.

“Oh, baby,” Eren bends over you to growl in your ear, “never gonna forgive you for keeping this perfect pussy from me all these years.”

“Eren, it’s so– oh my god,” you trail off, eyes rolling back into your head as a few more inches of him sink into you. The way your body stretches for him, the way he fills you, is unbelievable, sweetened by just the slightest burning sensation.

“Fuck,” he hisses, pressing his forehead into the back of your neck, “you feel so fucking good. Best I’ve ever had.”

You whine at that, pushing your hips back into his and forcing him to bottom out. Eren swears against your skin, nearly collapsing on top of you. Your cunt pulses around him, desperately trying to hold him. You can hardly fathom the weight of him inside you; you’re just so full, the word runs through your mind on a loop.

And when he rolls his hips into yours– you nearly start praying. He drags against your walls so nicely, you nearly cum again then and there. He works up a torturously slow rhythm, grinding his hips into yours. You bite down hard on your bottom lip, trying your hardest to suppress the obscene groan about to leave your mouth. You taste blood.

“Never giving this pussy up,” Eren grunts above you, “never letting you give this to anybody else again. It’s mine, isn’t it?”

You nod into the pillow beneath your head, tears pricking at your eyes. He’s picking up the pace now, and the exquisite push-and-pull rhythm of Eren moving inside of you coupled with the fact that it’s Eren moving inside of you is destroying any semblance of intelligent conversation you can muster.

“Say it’s mine,” his face is beside yours now. A hand grabs your hair, turning your face towards him. You know how dazed you must look, mouth open in a permanent gasp, eyes watery and full of hearts. “God, you look fucking incredible. Say it.”

“My…my pussy is,” you swallow hard around the delicious knot of shame in your throat, “yours. It’s yours.”

“That’s my girl,” Eren sits back up, thrusting even faster, “my pussy, my girl. Isn’t that right?”

“Yes,” you pant, canting your hips back against his, feeling your next orgasm approach embarrassingly fast. Eren understands, already knows your body as well as he knows you, and moves the angle of his hips just so to hit that spot he had found so quickly with his fingers earlier. You keen, drooling into the pillow, letting him fuck you stupid.

Eren shoves you over the edge for the second time that night. It’s toe curling, almost violent in nature, the way you cum around him, listening to him hiss as you tighten around him, vice-like. He fucks you through your orgasm for just long enough to see you through it, and flips you onto your back the moment you begin to twitch and shove at his hips, desperate for a break.

You slowly blink your eyes open in surprise, letting the tears roll down your cheeks, expecting to see Eren lining himself up, ready to fuck you senseless once more. Instead, he’s studying you, wiping a tear from your face, licking it off of his finger. There’s a moment happening here, an important one, one you don’t have the mental capacity to absorb right now.

“I want to see you now,” Eren says quietly, “need to see your pretty face when I cum, m’kay?”

You nod dumbly, not knowing how to respond to him in the thick air hanging between you. Before Eren can get any more words out of his open mouth, a loud ring startles you both.

Your phone is buzzing on the floor where it fell from Eren’s pocket; the name on the screen nearly stops your heart. Jean.

You stare into Eren’s eyes, a long, silent beat passes between you both. Your hazy mind is scrambling, grasping at anything you can say to take his mind off of the awkward interruption, but to your surprise, Eren cracks a grin. It’s a wicked grin, prettier than the devil himself and twice as evil.

“Your other boyfriend calling? Checking up on you?”

“He’s not my-”

“Better not be. Not after what I did to you tonight,” Eren’s voice drips with ego. Something in his eyes is territorial, carnal.

You find your words, but they come out quiet. “He’s not. Never again.”

Eren’s grin grows darker. He’s nudging your knees apart with his own, reaching down and pulling one of your legs to wrap around his waist. He’s pushing himself in now, the ringing of your phone fading into the background as the all-encompassing stretch of Eren inside you takes over your thoughts.

“Such a good girl,” he coos, thumbing at your bottom lip, “such a good mouth. Always telling me what I want to hear.”

You nod again, urgently this time, pulling your other leg up to hook them around his waist, hold him inside you, make sure he never leaves again. You’re addicted already; addicted to the pressure in your abdomen, addicted to the way his tip kisses your cervix, addicted to the taste of his sweat as you lick a strip of it from his face, cheekbone to temple.

“I…” you aren’t sure how to articulate how good it is, how good he is. A defeated laugh of your own making interrupts you. “You feel so fucking good. I feel so fucking good right now.”

“God, just look at you, all fucked out for me. You love it, don’t you?” Eren kisses your forehead, face to face with you after propping his elbows on either side of your face. “Love how I fuck you like a whore, don’t you? Tell me, baby.”

“I love it,” your voice is quivering, and you’re vaguely aware of tears streaming down your face. You’re overstimulated, you at least know that, but he just feels so good that asking him to stop seems more painful than letting him keep hammering into you.

“My pretty baby, you’re so fucking perfect,” Eren rambles, “so pretty when you cry for me.”

You can’t break away from his gaze, not through the tears or the rapid-fire speed of him fucking into you. Your legs are shaking so badly you can barely hold them up; Eren’s letting a flurry of little grunts and groans fly out, grabbing onto your cheek with one hand.

“Gonna cum soon,” he huffs, hips still pistoning into you hard enough to hurt, “gonna cum in your pussy, really make it mine, okay?”

“Okay,” you whimper, clamping down on him at the mere thought of it.

“Fuck, you like that don’t you?” He seethes against your forehead, thrusts beginning to falter. “You want to be mine? Want this pretty cunt stuffed full of my cum?”

You can feel him getting closer now, sloppy thrusts punching into your cervix, the ache of bruises forming on your inner thighs as he uses you, chasing his orgasm. You force your eyes open, meeting bright, hypnotizing green. Your voice is going to break, you know it, you hate it, you love him for it. “I– I want to be yours. P-please cum in me Eren, I need it.”

He slams into you one last time, holding his hips as tightly to yours as he can manage, cumming deep inside you with a breathless curse. You arch your back, relishing the feel of his cum in you, warm and filling. Even in your fucked-out mind, you know it’s a lot; you can feel the drip of it, seeping out around his cock and down onto the sheets. The leaden collapse of his body into yours, the gradual softening of him inside you, grounds you, pulling you down from the clouds and back into the bed.

It’s Eren on top of you, sweaty skin clinging to yours, his cum that you begged him for leaking out of your abused pussy. Your eyes shoot open. He’s incredibly heavy, your breath still coming out in short puffs as you try to catch it. He slides out of you; one last pitiful whimper leaving your lips as you find yourself empty.

“Holy shit,” Eren breathes out into the tension, a humorless and exhausted laugh punctuating his statement. As he rolls off of you, you’re overcome with the urge to smack him.

“That’s one way of putting it.” You scrounge around in the bed, trying to find the edge of the sheets to cover yourself with. Eren lays beside you, arm tossed over his eyes, as if the entire axis of your friendship hadn’t just flipped on its head. After a beat, you speak your mind, testing the waters. “I should probably call Jean back.”

That catches his attention. Eren sits up, scowling at you. “Why?”

“Maybe he wants to apologize.”

Eren snorts, rolling off of the bed and pulling you up with him, bridal-style; you aren’t sure where he’s taking you, but all the fight’s been fucked out of you, and you melt into his arms, eyes falling closed. “Who fucking cares?”

“I might,” you answer quietly, adjusting to the heat radiating off of his body. When your eyes open, you realize he’s carrying you to the bathroom to clean you up. Your heart thuds sadly in your chest, overcome with so many emotions you couldn’t begin to name them if you tried. You almost want to cry again, for a different reason now.

Eren sits you on the toilet, not responding to your small confession. He drops to his knees before you, reaches a long arm behind him over to the fixtures on his obscenely large bathtub, pushing the plug in and turning the water on. You draw your knees up to your chest, suddenly feeling incredibly exposed. Satisfied with the water temperature, Eren turns back to you, one hand placed firmly on each of your kneecaps.

“You don’t need him,” he says, solemn as you’ve ever seen him, “and from what I saw tonight, you don’t even want him. You know that now, right?”

There’s something about the way he says it, a hidden thread of pleading woven into his words. Your exhausted brain holds onto that, but your heart refuses to believe in it, broken and beating wildly in your chest.

“I just–”

“I meant it, you know,” Eren avoids your direct gaze, eyes flitting over every feature on your face, “I’ve been thinking about this for a long time. Meant every word of it.”

You pause, wondering absentmindedly if he can hear the pounding of your pulse. “Really?”

“We don’t need to get into it now,” he shrugs, “but you know that. You know I’d do anything for you. You know I’d treat you well. ‘M not a bad guy.”

Your chest aches. “I know, but Eren–”

“So that wasn’t the best sex you’ve ever had in your life?” He fixes you with a singular, raised eyebrow, so serious that you giggle in his face.

“You might have me there.”

“Better than horseface?”

“Watch it.”

The light returns to his eyes; it loosens a hard little piece in your chest, flooding you with warmth. It hits you just how much you love that little sparkle amongst the green, just how much you would give to see it as often as you can. “We won’t talk about it, for now at least. I’ll get us cleaned up, and we can go watch–”

“Mamma Mia,” you blurt, hopeful.

“No fucking shot. But we can watch something else of your choosing, if you let me eat you out again.”

“Eren!” You smack his shoulder, scandalized. Both of you laugh; your fake outrage is twice as funny considering the state of you right now, smeared makeup and bruises on your neck.

He grins crookedly back at you. “That’s not a no.”

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levilxvr · 6 months

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tequila

PAIRINGS: levi x afab!reader

WARNINGS: nsfw 18+, alcohol consumption, drunk behaviour

SUMMARY: you and the captain have had something going on for the longest time. during the trip to marley, when you encounter a drunk jean trying to hit you up, levi decides to takes things into his own hands.

this took me forever hope y’all like this filthy piece of fiction😗

“come on, captain, just one shot?” eren slurs out as he motions to levi with half lidded eyes. you’re in the bar of a marleyan hotel with the scouts, enjoying drinks and basking in each others’ company. levi rolls his eyes. no way is he having one of those- the last thing he wanted was to get all silly and drunk in front of everyone.

of course, you let mikasa and sasha bribe you into having a shot of tequila. knowing your alcohol tolerance was pretty horrible, you chose to stick with one and went to hang out with levi on the side. Everyone knows you guys have something going on- it’s been like this for months, but neither of you have ever made it official.

Anyway. everything felt so much more laid back and free, you’ve got nothing to worry about and-

“hey,” levi calls softly. you barely heard him over the music blaring from the speakers, adding to the serotonin running through your veins. his hands are on your cheeks. “you’re turning red.” your face feels like it’s heating up- even warmer with his thumbs grazing the skin gently. it’s probably just the effect starting to kick in.

“must be the tequila.” you giggle a little and he sighs. The captain isn’t much of a fan of alcoholic drinks, seeing no purpose in it other than getting you drunk and horny.

“im gonna get you some water. and a juice for myself.” he tells you to stay put at the glass counter as he disappears into the crowd to find the bartender. you intend to stay there and wait for him when someone walks by and pulls you towards him with a strong arm, your body slamming against his as he lets out a sigh. Recognising the man as jean, you feel a little bit too lightheaded to do anything so you let him drag you along to the table with connie, sasha and the rest.

“feels great to unwind, huh?” connie mumbles, body flopped against the table as he struggles to keep awake. You could tell they’ve all had too many drinks based on the way they were behaving. but the foggy feeling in your brain only increased and you couldn’t resist when jean turned to your face and pressed a wet kiss to your cheek. “feels even better with this one here.” you gasp and try to wiggle out of his grip.

“jean cut it out, she might be dating captain levi!” armin jumps in, looking around. that’s right, where was levi? you recalled him wandering off to get something, but now..

oh well. he’d probably come back to this table anyways.

“want another?” sasha smirks and hands you the small glass. “same thing.”

you take it without thinking twice and down it all at one go. a little more won’t hurt, will it? after all, that’s what you were here for. to have fun. about half an hour later you don’t see any signs of levi still so you relax into jeans side and let the calming sensation drown out the rest of your thoughts.

“how many shots you had?”

you managed to slur. the question is directed to sasha but clearly jean is too intoxicated to care. “ion know, probably like four or something.” he squeezes you again. “god, connie, isn’t she sexy in this dress?” he reeks of alcohol and you shift uncomfortably.

he’s about to reply when everyone freezes.

“what’re you doing jean.”

the table goes silent and you force yourself to turn around, just to see levi standing behind you and jean with a scowl on his face. if there’s anything levi hates more than filth, it’s seeing someone else treat you as if you don’t belong to him.

“l- levi..”

he shoves jean’s arm away and picks you up, nearly collapsing when your body falls against his. “shit, you had another one didnt you?” he narrows his eyes at the empty glass, along with a dozen more scattered on the table from the others. you can only nod halfway and look at him with a lidded gaze.

“whatever. you drunken brats can continue partying till dawn. im returning back to the hotel with y/n first.” he picks you up bridal style, pushing his way through the crowd, to the lobby and up the lift to the hotel room you had to share with him for the week.

once you’re in, he places you down gently onto the bed. he takes off his black blazer and tie, helping you out of your heels as he heads to the water dispenser and hands you a glass.

“drink up. you’re gonna get a shitty hangover in the morning.” he places a hand on your back to support you as you gulp down the water, then slouch into his embrace as he envelopes you in a tight hug. the room is completely silent for a minute until you break it.

“levi, are you mad?”

“whatever for?”

“jean. ‘m sorry, my head felt so fuzzy, i couldn’t..”

“shh..it’s not your fault, it’s okay. just..watch your intake next time. who even gave you a second shot?” he has so many thoughts going through his head right now.

“sasha.”

he scoffs, but holds you as he pulls your body down while he adjusts himself into the silky pillows. “I was gonna come back earlier but hange and erwin popped by and i had to entertain them for a bit.”

“mm..”

you’re looking right into his eyes now. god, he looked so fucking cute in that white blouse and dress pants, the collar unbuttoned so you could see just the faintest bit of muscle. his hands are on your lower back, and of course he’s thinking about how pretty you look tonight.

you specially chose this black dress because he liked it, along with the lace lingerie hiding underneath the layers of ebony silk..but now wasn’t really a good time, was it? you were literally drunk at this point and the best thing to do right now would be to sleep it off. but with the way your pelvis was pressed against his, and how close your tight dress was to revealing the perfect curve of your ass…

“y/n,” he whispered, pressing his forehead against yours. he’s recalling the sight he witnessed earlier. the way jean had an arm securely around your waist, his lips on your delicate skin, the way he was staring you down with that lustful gaze.

how dare anyone try to take advantage of you in such a vulnerable state. everyone knows jean is the kind to get all horny and touchy when he’s drunk. But still, you belonged to him and only him. and fuck it, he had to demonstrate that right now in order to assure himself that no one else could ever take you.

without thinking twice his lips were on yours, swallowing the soft gasp that left your own at the sudden contact. he doesn’t even wait to push his tongue past your lips, brushing against yours as the kiss deepens and his hands slide under the hem of your dress. his thumb runs circles on the plush skin of your thigh, making you grip his shoulders harder.

Everything feels more sensitive now. you can almost feel the electricity running through your veins as he pulls away, loosening the spaghetti straps as the fabric slides off your body.

his cock his nearly throbbing in his pants, pushing against the seams as he admires you. He cursed himself for not acting on his feelings sooner. he wanted to mark every inch of you, show you just how well he could love you. but with your current state he had to chide himself internally, reminding himself to go slow.

he supports you as you straddle his hips, sitting on your knees as he unclips your bra with one hand, the other tracing the laced patterns of your panties.

“you alright? can i continue?”

levi gets your nod of approval, slipping a hand down to caress the sensitive area, eliciting a small whimper from your swollen lips. your face is flushed, hair tangled from his fingers. watching him closely, you bite your lip as he presses down on your clit, rubbing tiny circles on the small bud as his free hand moves to touch the bulge in his pants.

“look at what you do to me baby,” he moans, cursing at the dark patch that’s beginning to spread on the surface of the black fabric.

minutes later he’s desperately pulling your underwear off, the cold air hitting your exposed cunt as he dips two fingers into the wetness accumulating at your slit. levi lifts them and lets the clear, sticky fluid glimmer in the warm light of the bedside lamps, then brings his fingers to his lips and shamelessly sucks off your arousal.

“tastes so sweet, now i really wanna eat you out..”

“then do it.” you almost beg. You’ve never felt this needy in your life. the way he was gazing at you as he licked off your juices from his slender fingers almost made you cum on the spot. He pushes your back down onto the mattress and spreads your legs, resting his hands on your thighs as he leans down and kisses your clit.

“look at how wet you are baby, so good for me..” he smiles against your folds and slowly starts using his tongue on you, fucking you skilfully as your hands plunge into his hair. You’re chanting his name breathlessly like a prayer as he continues eating you out until you can’t take it anymore. he starts sucking and licking your small bud, hard, as his middle finger slides into your pussy and curls against that one spot.

“levi levi levi, oh fuck!”

you feel yourself squirt on his face as he continues lapping up your juices, fingers still fucking you through your blissful orgasm as more of the clear liquid sprays onto his hand and wrist.

“shit, y/n, you’re so fucking hot, i think…”

levi pauses for a moment, unbuckling his belt and pulling off his pants. “i think you made me cum already,” he lets out a breathy groan as he stares in disbelief at the mess he made of himself. watching you cum so hard from just his fingers had him creaming himself, remains of the milky liquid running down the shaft of his red, swollen cock.

you’re breathing hard, the adrenaline rushing through your veins as you sit up and cup your palms on his cheeks.

“i want you, like really bad.”

“im all yours to take.” he smiles softly, holding you down again as he positions himself at your entrance. he slaps his cock against your wet folds, hissing because of how sore and desparate he is. he buries himself inside you immediately, watching his thick shaft disappear into your tight little cunt.

He’s whispering how much he loves you, your voice, your personality, everything. Months of love and pining poured out in the sweet words he’s breathing, his fingers twining with yours as you lift your legs so he can go deeper. There’s so much emotion in his grey eyes, maybe it’s just the alcohol, or maybe it’s because of your earlier encounter with jean and the rest. Either way, you’re still sensitive from your first orgasm and soon you feel the heat building up in your core again, walls clenching around his cock as you both reach your highs together.

“that’s it baby, look at you taking me so well, fuck..” he empties himself inside you, groaning when he feels your pussy clenching around his cock, practically sucking in his cum. You’ve never felt this good in your life, especially considering that levi has never had any prior experience.

“holy shit,” he gasps, slowly pulling out of your swollen cunt as he holds you in a loving embrace, breathlessly falling beside you. “you feeling ok?”

that’s when the dull headache hits, and you close your eyes.

“yeah just a small headache.”

he caresses your face, smiling softly. in his head there’s only two words. she’s mine. Levi leans over and presses one last kiss to your lips before you fall asleep. And he stays there with you for the rest of the night, your body tucked against his.

the next morning, you don’t feel as shitty as you expected. You down another cup of water, wash up and head downstairs to the breakfast buffet with levi. It’s nearly empty, except for a few scouts and random marleyans staying in the hotel.

“think they’re all sleeping in after last night. I’m surprised you’re feeling ok?” he raises his eyebrows while plating a croissant for you.

you laugh. “i expected a horrible hangover too. anyways, what did you plan to do today?”

“nothing much. everyone’s shacked out from last night so.. maybe go sightseeing with my girlfriend.” he plants a kiss on your cheek as you walk down to the fruit section. girlfriend. your heart warms at the name and you take his hand.

Suddenly you’re glad sasha gave you that extra tequila shot.

#levi ackerman x reader #levi ackerman smut #levi x reader #levi x reader smut #levi smut #levi attack on titan #attack on titan #levi ackerman #this took me WAYY too lomg #i kinda like it tho #screaming without the s #levi x fem!reader

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batterygarden · 1 year

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toxic!armin x bimbo!reader with a breeding kink

18+ MDNI

cw: fem! Afab reader, Armin's only kinda mean—some light degradation is included but then he’s sweet too!, bimbo reader, dumbification, mating press, cream pie, breeding kink, dacryphilia, overstimulation, mult. orgasm, reader referred to as mommy once, also pretty girl, Armin referred to as daddy twice, 1k words, sooo self indulgent and not proofread don't mind me

Armin’s noticed you’ve been spacing out a lot today—more often than usual which sort of alarms him. He’s never expected you to be quick-witted, but the entire time he's been over tonight your responses have been especially slow, eyes glazed over more often than not. He thinks of it like a fun puzzle to solve, trying to guess what could possibly be troubling your pretty little head, but you end up revealing where your thoughts have been all on your own once he's balls deep inside you.

He has you folded up on the edge of your bed, legs around him and staring up at his face with little hearts floating around your head when, for the first time today, you have conviction in your tone.

“So I decided something…”

He picks up the pace of his hips a little, tilting his head to encourage you to elaborate.

“Decided I want you to breed me, ‘Min. Wanna have your kids. S’that okay?”

The ruthless pace of his thrusting has your water line on the verge of spilling over and Armin almost laughs at your vulnerable expression paired with your words. So this is what’s been stirring the air in your skull. How cute—he finds you so cute. Like a puppy he’s itching to kick.

“Pretty girl,” he’s panting from the squeeze of your pussy, fighting to keep his tone gentle, “you sound psychotic.”

You hum like you disagree, but the sound only warps into a high pitched cry as Armin pries one of your legs off his hip and folds it up by your chest. The new position is almost uncomfortable but you can hardly complain when his cock reaches even deeper inside you, filling you till you can hardly breathe—giving your body what it didn’t know it needed.

You try to grind against him as you chase a fast approaching high, and Armin rakes his fingers down your soft skin as he watches you grow drunk with the feeling of him. He loves looking at you like this. He loves the give in your flesh while he abuses you, while he pounds the last of your senses out of your mouth in a jumbled cry, the way whatever fragile composure you held dissolves behind hazy eyes. He loves that all that’s left is a body, clinging to him like that’s your only remaining instinct—he loves that he can make you even stupider.

But it’s unexpected when you somehow come around to cry to him when you cum, tears streaming and nails digging into his shoulder when you whimper,

“Ngh, Armin I wanna have your babies. Please, please, please… want your cum!”

At this point you’re too gone to even realize that you’ve accidentally struck a chord. The feel of your cunt clamping down on him, sucking him in so tight that he can’t remember what it feels like to be apart, paired with the image of you round and glowing and filled up with his kid. Armin wants it. Suddenly he needs it. Your relentless begging and crying while you cum only spurs him on—Armin’s lost any resolve to say no—forgetting why he even should.

“You wanna have my child?” He almost whines, fucking you through your orgasm and struggling to maintain his composure while your pussy throbs around him—maybe it’s already long gone. You can only nod and reach a limp hand to brush some hair temporarily from his forehead, you wanna look in his eyes but you can hardly concentrate enough to keep yours open.

“Want me to—god—fill you up? Gonna be a mommy with my baby in your tummy?”

Armin’s words are breathy, and his grip below your folded knee is so tight you’re losing feeling in your foot. Your pussy has him in a trance.

You find your voice through the overstimulation to cry out “uh huh! Wanna make you a daddy, ‘Min.. Let me make you a daddy...”

He huffs as his own release edges near, using his other hand that’s been bruising your hip to wipe tears off your cheeks before folding your other leg up. Now you’re in a mating press—brain mush while he absolutely obliterates you.

“You’re so… you’re so annoying. Ugh.”

His hips start moving even faster.

“But yeah… I’ll give you what you want… guess you deserve it.”

You don’t have to power to respond, only nodding in encouragement while Armin’s heavy cock rams into you with the kind of force you're pretty sure could give you a concussion—you’re past overstimulation, you’re on the brink of another orgasm right along with him.

Everything is Armin—that’s all you can focus on, his breaths turning to wanton sighs as he approaches release, his grip tightening on the dewy skin of your thighs where he holds your legs. When he finally tips over the edge, you manage to peek a heavy eyelid open and watch the angelic face he wears—the way his eyebrows crinkle together and his glossy lips part in a little “O”, the whiny moan he lets out—it’s pornographic. But you can only steal a glimpse before your forced to squeeze your eyes shut again as you topple almost painfully over the edge with him, head going fuzzy with the overstimulating feeling of his dick twitching inside you, emptying his heavy balls till you can feel his hot cum in your tummy. You can hardly even hear Armin's strangled cry when you clamp down on him a second time, twitching on his cock till he’s seeing stars.

When you both finally finish, and your twitching slows enough that he can pull out without wincing, he’s hypnotized by the way cum pours out of your abused cunt, starting to pool onto the mattress below you before he fingers it back in. Then he’s pulling on some boxers before taking inventory of your lifeless body, collapsed on the sheets with closed eyes.

He rubs a palm over your tummy not unkindly, thinking about how it’ll get bigger.

“You okay, pretty?”

You can barely nod.

#armin x reader #aot x reader #armin smut #armin arlert x reader #armin fic #aot smut #armin arlert smut #tw breeding kink #tw degradation #tw daddy kink #tw mommy kink #tw dacryphilia #tw bimbofication

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yoru-no-seiiki · 10 months

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YANDERE ! EREN JAEGER X READER HEADCANNONS

TW/CW: mdni, yandere themes, masturbation.

Have some headcannons while I wait for my henna to dry/watch the first season with my cousin.

I wish there were more who wrote for Canon! Eren. Like don’t get me wrong, Modern AU Eren is hot but I mean, fuckboys can be seen everywhere.

But Canon! Eren is batshit insane and that’s exactly what I love about him. I wish they at least add that to his modern counterpart instead of making him a basic bad boy but I mean if that’s what they’re into 🤷‍♂️

Anyways Exhibit A of why Eren in all eras is my fave AOT character:

Like I said, he’s batshit insane.

He has directly killed 2 people by the age of nine, and assisted in killing the third. Although this is out of self defense it still can’t be denied HOW HE TReateD THE SECOND DUDE HOLY SHIT- THE AMOUNT OF TIMES HE STABBED HIM.

Normal kids would just be terrified, maybe be even fight blinding and/or cry, probably even run tf away. But ya boi brought a knife and even deceived the person at the door.

EXHIBIT B:

He’d be a great yandere.

Let’s say that we age up our cast and make 18 the minimum age of enlistment (making him 21 around the attack of Trost).

Trainee Eren has the will of fucking steel. He’ll do whatever it takes to wipe out titan-kind, to make the cruel world he lived in finally know true peace.

To be with you in that new world he’ll build.

You were one of his fellow trainees. Someone who unconditionally believed and supported his desire to see the outside world. You didn’t treat him like a child as Mikasa did, and you weren’t so oddly distant when it came to his help and presence like Armin.

At first it started as a crush. An infatuation towards your looks and kind demeanor which morphed into a twisted sense of love.

You were the only one that understood him, that resonated with his wavelength.

He definitely frequently masturbated to your image. Stress was a known issue amongst trainees and soldiers alike. Many drank to rid themselves of such a problem. But to him just the thought of you two becoming one gave him relief and pleasure that any form of alcohol could never give. In the aftermath of the Trost incident, when faced with your unconscious, battered body he pulls a Shinji and jerks one off. Covering you with his release.

You think you’ll leave his mind once he gets busy with being a titan-shifter and the future of Eldia and such but nope.

Eren only has you and the new world he promised in his heart, body and soul. And that’ll never change.

EXHIBIT C:

Eren believes in freedom first and foremost.

So none of that kidnapping. At least in earlier years. He just wants you to be happy and safe. He’s more of the type to hurt others for your sake rather than be abusive and take away your rights.

Eren in later seasons has the capacity to keep you isolated, and that he will.

Like in other (unfortunately rare) fics of him, he keeps you in a farm land with a bunch of loyalists. If reader is afab! or has the ability to bear a child (for those with abo ocs or something idk) he’ll tell them that you are bearing his child and the future inheritor of his powers.

Otherwise he’ll come up with other excuses like having you as a tactician or war-hero they have to pay respects to.

He’ll give you as much freedom as he can provide while keeping you away from danger.

Though one might argue that his version of freedom for you is just an illusion.

#yandere #eren #aot x reader #eren x reader #yandere x reader #yandere imagine #yandere fic #yandere x you #yandere eren x reader #eren jaeger #eren yaeger #yandere eren jaeger x reader #snk x reader #attack on titan x reader #shingeki no kyojin x reader #yandere aot x reader #yandere snk x reader

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arlerts-angel · 4 months

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a/n: my brain has been buzzing nonstop about this post PLEASE check out the original by @gorehsk !!! thank you for allowing me to write this!

i just can't stop thinking about men who moan with you.

when he goes down on you, he spreads your folds apart to lick and suck right on your swollen clit, moaning against your pussy. he's like your living, breathing vibrator. each hum against your clit sends you closer and closer over the edge.

he moans when he rubs your clit, "ooh"s and "ahh"s when you arch your back, and inhales sharply when he fucks his fingers right against your sweet spot. his poor cock, leaking with precum and hard as a rock. but he stays untouched; won't even think about fucking you until you've cum at least twice.

"oooh yeah baby, feels good huh? mmm yeah... ohh y'so pretty arching your back. you want it? take it baby, just like that. gonna cum? yeah? ohh look at you... yeah baby cum for me, cum for me... fuck-!"

he's been so patient.

when he finally sinks his cock into you he moans. each thrust deeper inside you, each time his tip kisses your sweet spot, each time you moan, his moans echo. you cum for a third time on his cock and he follows suit, moaning as he shoots his load into you. he keeps his cock nestled warmly in its sleeve, but when it's time to pull out he moans again. ☹️

KEISUKE BAJI, EREN JAEGER, CHIFUYU MATSUNO, CONNIE SPRINGER, ARMIN ARLERT, CHOSO KAMO, L LAWLIET, YUTA OKKOTSU, KEN KANEKI, KEN RYUGUJI + YOUR FAVE(S).

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ambassadorarlert · 1 year

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HEAT WAVES... (Armin Arlert x afab!reader)

.04 BOARDWALK (main menu | spotify ) 18+ MDNI NSFW ↳ summary: ...armin comes out of his shell. ↳ warnings: explicit sexual content, swearing, implied depression, anxiety ↳ genre: hurt/comfort, comedy, ↳ word count: 11k (my bad)

No one really had an answer. It was as if Eren had vanished into thin air, like he erased himself from the face of the planet and it was just you eight who remembered his existence. All of his belongings stayed just where he left them. Eren’s suitcase was barely unpacked. A glass of water sat half full on his nightstand. There wasn’t a single thing that seemed odd or unusual.

Missing in action for a few hours turned into a few days. Which, eventually, turned into weeks. All of the Survey Corps plans to set up a base in Marley had to be put on hold, and it raised more questions about what to do next. Should the mission be considered a failure and go home to Paradise? Or, wait it out and continue as coordinated once Eren eventually returns?

There was also the looming danger of being busted by Marleyan officials as Eldian’s from Paradise, a special group of people in which the entire country agreed that they hated. Was staying on Marley a minute longer than necessary a risk worth taking?

You didn’t want to think about any of that now. All you wanted was some breakfast.

You quietly open the door to the dining hall, not surprised to see Hange and Levi sitting at the table. They stopped talking to each other as you entered and greeted them for the morning.

They seemed to be having a particularly serious discussion. Hange was sitting on the edge of their seat, their face painted with that determined look that you found inspirational and also frightening-- depending on the situation. Levi was sitting back in his chair, an arm rested around the supportive backrest.

“Make a cup of tea for me.” Levi said.

Anyone else would have taken his tone for rudeness, and his request as a direct order. However, you knew this was Levi’s way of being polite, as his articulation was softer and rounder around the edges. A change of speech he only reserved for you.

It was a recurring joke that you were Levi’s favorite. Levi spoke to you in different tones than he does to anyone else. For you he is always a pinch nicer. He usually said yes to any of your requests, agreed with most of your ideas, and no one could recall a time where Levi had to whack you upside the head for saying something stupid. On top of all that, you were the only one who was allowed to make Levi his tea. Eren made it taste bitter. Jean serves it too hot while Armin serves it too cold. Sasha adds too much sugar, and Connie makes too much of a mess for a single cup. Hange somehow makes it taste like dirt. You were the only one who could brew and sweeten it the exact way Levi liked.

“Yes, sir.” You complied.

It was routine now that you would make a cup for Levi before yourself whenever you happened to be awake at the same time. He hardly needed to ask at this point.

As you approached the table to prepare tea, you took notice of the heavy silence between the three of you. Levi definitely added an ominous element to whatever room he was in, but the tension was too thick. Perhaps you really had walked in on a heated conversation. Being the awkward interruption made you nervous. You kept your head down as you sorted through the teabags to find one Levi would enjoy.

“So, since it’s just the three of us. We’d like to ask you a few questions, Y/N.” Hange spoke up, clearing their throat as they did so. You paused.

“Okay.” You agreed, trying not to sound as anxious as you had suddenly become.

“How has Mikasa been holding up since Eren has been gone?” Hange questioned.

“And be honest.” Levi interjected.

If you were going to be completely honest, Mikasa had been having a difficult time. Just as anyone would imagine. For the first few days of Eren’s absence, she had been inconsolable. Mikasa spent most of those days confined in her hotel room, crying to a point where she would exhaust herself, fall asleep, wake up, repeat. Then, her despair took a turn and transformed into unwavering hope that Eren couldn’t be gone much longer, and that he would return. It was a last minute coping mechanism.

“She’s.. doing her best.” You answered, pouring hot water over the teabag in the cup.

You voted to keep it simple and true as you could without divulging too many details. Mikasa was heartbroken, but she did less crying every day. You figured that Mikasa wouldn’t appreciate you giving out too much personal information, especially to Levi.

Levi and Hange glanced at each other as you kept your back turned. They mutually and silently agreed to not push further about Mikasa. Still, there was another person they were concerned about.

“And Armin?”

The sudden mention of his name falling off of Levi’s lips casually and innocently sent goosebumps down your spine. You shivered as if a chill had brushed right through you. You even dropped the spoon you were using to stir sugar in Levi’s tea directly onto the floor. It fell with a muted clunk against the carpet.

Your mind began to race. As far as you and Armin could tell, no one suspected anything about either of you. You both kept a respectable distance from each other around the group but by default your interactions with each other increased. No one seemed to notice how your eyes lingered on each other from across the room. Sasha, who had been wholeheartedly invested in your infatuation with Armin from the beginning, didn’t even realize that he fixed you a cup of tea every morning since landing in Marley. Jean, who was Armin’s assigned partner for the mission and only slept a few doors down, paid no attention that Armin’s door would squeak open and shut at odd hours of the night from you slipping in and out. Mikasa, who was Armin’s very best friend, seemed oblivious as well. Then again, her mind was elsewhere these days.

There wasn’t much to be said about what Connie knew, because it was usually nothing.

If anyone was going to notice anything, it was Levi. And if Levi knew then Hange most definitely did as well. Levi was omniscient, all-seeing, all knowing, nothing got past him without him hearing about it. You were sure that you and Armin’s jig was up. You’d have to break down and tell Levi everything he wanted to know, as you couldn’t imagine lying to your captain and commander.

You bit your lip as you reached for a new spoon. You began to sweat under your arms and your stomach felt as if it would drop right out of your ass. As quickly as your anxiety had been sprung, a new idea came to mind.

Telling Levi the truth was your best option. However, you didn’t need to reveal all of it.

It was generally easier to tell if Armin was upset, afraid, happy, or sad. In the context of Eren, he was a tougher nut to crack than you suspected. When Eren first disappeared, Armin remained positive that Eren would return as he had no real connections or resources in Marley. He stayed up most nights as a watch guard, ready to welcome Eren back with open arms and a jillion questions. Coffee was his newfound hyperfixation. It gave him the energy he needed to stay up through the night. Apart from the stray glasses of water that you insisted he chug, coffee was all he drank.

When it was becoming apparent that Eren qualified as missing in action, Armin’s decline began. He crash-napped at strange times during the day. Whenever he was awake, his nose was buried in the journals he brought along with him from Paradis, flipping through pages and notes and personal diary entries he had taken on Eren, his memories from his father, and information on the Attack Titan. Armin hardly ate anyway, but he held no real appetite. Armin slept in later and later, often letting the small plates of food you brought him run cold.

You straighten your posture.

“Actually, Captain, I’m glad you asked.” You said.

Hange and Levi shared another look at each other as they also sat up to listen. Just as they predicted, Eren’s two dearest and longest friends would be struggling with him being gone. Everyone knew that the trio never really had a single day without each other. Anyway they could help, they absolutely would.

Levi’s tea was at the perfect temperature and just the right amount of sugar had been added. You walked across the room and lightly placed the saucer and cup in front of him. For a second, Levi watched the steam rise from the rim and eyed the deep brown liquid. You stepped back and stood at full ease.

“Armin hardly comes out of his room these days. I don’t think he eats, or sleeps, he’s too occupied overanalyzing and prophesying. We all know that Armin is more… perceptive than others. I-I think a day outside would do him some good. Only for a few hours just to get his mind off of things.” You submitted your idea, looking between Levi and Hange for any kind of reaction.

Instead of taking the cup by the handle, Levi hovered his hand across the entire rim and sipped through a gap in his fingers, louder than usual. He held his eyes on Hange, who actually had the final say. Hange’s stare was fixated on the table as you explained the situation. They nodded slowly as they listened.

Of course, there was more you wanted to say. But, just as you wanted to respect Mikasa’s emotional privacy, you wanted to do the same for Armin, and not lead on too much. Levi and Hange eyed each other down, quietly debating as if they could read each other’s minds. Your eyes darted between the two of them, eager to hear their thoughts. You felt like you were asking both of your parents for a favor.

“You think we’re going to let you two out and about unchaperoned, in enemy territory, after the shit you all pulled at the refugee camp?” Levi questioned, an eyebrow raised in suspicion. He didn’t look at you as he spoke.

Good point. Quickly, you came up with a counter argument to blame Eren for the sake of the conversation, but Hange intervened before you could propose it.

“Eren took full responsibility for that, and I said we’d just forget about it and move on. That was weeks ago at this point.” Hange removed their glasses to wipe a lens on the corner of their shirt.

“Armin and Y/N are responsible, and are the ones we would have to worry about the least if they were out by themselves.. We shouldn’t let Armin rot in his thoughts alone. Don’t you agree, Levi?” Hange hinted.

Levi took another large slurp out of his cup. With the loud sipping and little complaint as he drank, you figured you once again hit the nail on the head. Hopefully, that would add extra leverage to your proposal. Levi licked his lips and sat his cup in the saucer with an uncomfortable clink.

Levi’s silver-grey eyes weren’t cold, but still just as unnerving, as he finally made eye contact with you. You swallowed as he looked you directly into your soul, and a few yards beyond. He pointed a finger as he spoke.

“Don’t do anything stupid.” Levi said. Now, that was an order.

Your mind had drawn to a blank. You had prepared yourself to defend your case. However, you were not expecting the conversation to go as simply as it did. Once the tide of relief had washed away, you thanked them generously and prepared to leave and make plans. It was better to accept a yes and leave, than to waste another second and give them room to change their minds.

“Hold on,” Levi called after you before you could fully make it out the door.

He dug around in his pocket, and simply chucked whatever he had towards you. You caught it with ease, opening your hand to see that he had thrown a singular Marleyan coin. A string had been tugged in your chest.

“Thank you, Captain.” You smiled greatly and genuinely, giving a respectful salute out of gratitude. Levi waved his hand, dismissing you. You turned on your heel and let the door fall closed behind you.

“Hmm.” Hange relaxed in their seat. Their lips pressed into a sarcastic frown. Levi glared.

“What?” He wanted to know.

“I didn’t hear you say you wanted reimbursement. But I always have to pay you back.” Hange commented.

Levi sucked his teeth and reached for his tea.

“I’ll just add it to your tab.”

A cloudy heaviness floated around in the dark and gloomy room. A few stray pieces of clothing laid across the floor. Dishes had piled on top of the bedside table as neatly as they could be stacked. A few mugs have been collected over the course of a few nights, dried and evaporated rings of coffee remained in the bottoms. The only light source in the room was the lamp in the corner that gave off a sickly yellow hue. It made Armin’s eyes and head ache, but he didn’t want to have the curtains open. Each rise and fall of the sun was just another day without Eren.

Armin took a gulp out of a mug that had been sitting near him as he rummaged through various journals and notebooks. His coffee that he had been cradling was brewed a few hours ago and had long been cold. Armin didn’t care about the stale taste it left in his mouth. He didn’t feel like going to get a fresh cup.

The only audible noise in Armin’s room was the annoying ticking of the clock on the wall. No one likes listening to the time pass by, and it was quite easy to tune out. However, all Armin wanted to do in this particular moment was concentrate on his own research. With each tick tick tick, Armin’s head pounded. His stomach also began to bubble as he had not eaten anything since yesterday afternoon. Food and water would make the hunger and oncoming migraine go away, but he was too engrossed in his writings to get up and do anything else.

Armin was hyper focused on trying to find a clue as to why Eren would disappear. He had been awake since the night before editing, studying, rewriting and scribbling over notes he had taken months and months ago. Something, somewhere, had to be an answer. He could taste it. Armin’s mind buzzed with thoughts and theories. Each assumption was laced over the other, intertwining in his brain all at once. They rattled against his skull.

A soft knock on the door was all that was needed to annoy Armin to the fullest extent, breaking his concentration on trying to keep his ideas sorted. Reality shifted around him now that he had been distracted. The hangry smog wiped from his eyes as he blinked himself to the present. Armin balled his fists, refraining from smacking them down on the table out of frustration

Armin turned in his seat and stood up. His head swam for a second as the blood pooled back into his legs and feet. He realized he had been sitting in that chair for quite a while. He spotted the shadow of two feet under the crack of the door and, suddenly, a piece of paper slid across the floor. The feet disappeared quickly as they appeared, muted footsteps trotted down the hall and away.

It was a note. Armin quickly reached to pick it up and unfolded it.

“Armin, would you please meet me at the pier by 12pm?”

There in black ink, written in your handwriting, was your name signing off. Armin stared at it for a moment to admire how the letters formed the sound of you. He also noticed that the i in his name was dotted with a small heart. Armin’s own heart fluttered. No one has ever written his name that way.

Armin turned the note over in his hand, not expecting anything to be written anywhere else. There was very little context. The pier? He didn’t quite understand. Whatever it is you needed to meet about had to be important if it was outside of the hotel. Armin checked the time. He had thirty minutes.

With haste, he assembled an outfit. Brown slacks, a white button up shirt, and a beige vest to match. Armin splashed some cold water on his face and scrubbed his teeth until his gums bled. All the while his thoughts ran a mile a minute. Armin could feel the adrenaline flow under his skin at the anticipation of seeing you for the first time today. He did a brief breath check before grabbing a cap to conceal his insubordinate hair. Usually it would lay flat but of course it wouldn’t do what Armin wanted right now.

He was out the door with fifteen minutes left to spare. As Armin was just leaving, Jean was walking into his own room.

“Oh, ‘sup Armin?” Jean threw his hand up in acknowledgement. Armin paused, a breath of air being startled out of his lungs.

“Hi, Jean. Bye, Jean!” Armin greeted him breathlessly.

Perhaps if he appeared to be in a rush, Jean wouldn’t question where he was going without him. Armin didn’t need Jean holding him up and asking questions.

“Wait, hang on a second! Where are you going?” Jean stammered. His face was screwed up with confusion.

Suddenly, Armin's hands were beginning to sweat. Anxiety began to pool in his chest. Armin needed to navigate his way out of the hotel and to the pier. The pier was close, a block or two away. Armin could still be on time if he kept his talk with Jean short.

“I’m going to the pier for a while. To look for Eren.” Armin said plainly as it was the entire truth. He put his hands in his pockets and swallowed.

“I can go with you.” Jean offered. He had his hand on the door handle, ready to leave if Armin said yes.

Armin upheld his promise to keep your relationship under the table. He figured one of you would tell Jean eventually. Armin did find it quite funny that Jean was the one who gave him the small boost he needed at the camp that night, but was so far gone that he couldn’t even remember his drunken words of encouragement. Perhaps at some point Armin would thank him for his unsolicited help. With time, of course. For now, Armin was enjoying having you all to himself.

There was an awkward pause as he waited for Armin’s answer.

“No, I-I can go alone.” Armin politely denied.

“Alright,” Jean hunched his shoulders, slightly disappointed. He was about to go back into his room before he abruptly turned back on his heel.

“Y’know Connie and I stay up pretty late most of the time. You can come kick it with us if you want… If you get too lonely.” Jean gently suggested.

This was the first time he and Armin had spoken to each other in days. Armin was Jean’s buddy, and he missed hanging out with him and Connie together. Every other night or so, Jean would tip down the hall to see what Armin was up to. Most of the time his lights were off and everything was quiet. Jean figured Armin would be a little lonesome. Leave it to a jerk like Eren to abandon his best friends.

Armin lips turned to the side in a shy, reserved smile.

“Thanks Jean.”

Jean nodded his head again. He decided to let Armin go his separate way. He couldn’t help but wonder if letting Armin out alone was a good idea or not, given the circumstances. He shook the thought away, having more faith in Armin coming back than Eren at this point. Jean held out his fist for Armin to pound. With no hesitation, Armin approached Jean and met his fist with his.

On that note, Jean went back into his room. Armin rounded the corner like a bat out of hell, and made a break for the exit.

The day was surprisingly warm and sunny. It was the middle of the week, and not many people seemed to be out today. It was nowhere near as crowded, as it was when you all first came to Marley. The pier was bright, full of life, loud, and busy. Now, it was pretty vacant and boring regardless of the lovely weather. There were a few people wandering around. Their shoes clunked loudly on the wood of the pier, echoing loudly into the open sea air. Even though the temperature was slightly high, the wind blowing off of the ocean just a few steps away provided a refreshing breeze. You could even taste the salt.

You checked your small wrist watch for the time again. The day was growing dangerously close to noon. Armin would have been here by now, but he was nowhere in sight. You had picked a perfect spot right in front of the pier's welcoming entrance. In big iron letters erected over its archway read Libero Pier Amusement. You sat patiently on a bench. Sitting in a public space and looking around anxiously was a perfect way to draw attention to yourself, so you kept calm and collected.

The anticipation was driving you crazy. You didn’t bring anything to distract yourself with while you waited, so you resorted to picking at whatever hangnail you could find. You bit at one, wondering what could possibly be taking Armin so long? What if something had happened to him? It was unlike Armin to be tardy for anything. What if he just didn’t want to come? You glanced at your watch again.

“Chewing on your nails again?”

You jumped. As if you manifested him out of thin air, he was there. You didn’t even hear him coming. You looked up at him, relieved that he was finally here and in one piece. But your heart fell at the sight of him in the daylight. It was obvious that he had not been getting enough sleep, if any at all. The area around and under Armin’s eyes were darker than the rest of his face. His outfit, however, was pretty fly. Marleyan fashion suited him well.

“Yeah.” You admitted timidly.

“I got your note, obviously.” Armin stated as he helped himself to sit next to you, thigh to thigh.

He leaned into your space, his hands resting politely in his lap. You had his full attention, eyes wide and dotting across your face. His eyes, the water in the distance, and the sky were all a miracle shade of blue.

“What is this about?”

“I wanted to go on a date.” You introduced your idea, motioning to the nautical environment around you. You gave Armin a flirtatious side eye.

“A date?” Armin sputtered incredulously. You hummed in response.

A strange crack accidentally escaped Armin’s throat. A date, of course! How stupid of him to not realize that sooner. Would you be upset if he didn’t realize this is what you had planned? Had he known, he would have gone out of his way to bring you something nice.

You pressed your lips together, hiding a smile and hoping that Armin would be okay with this. If not, you both could simply go back to HQ and spend time together there. Although, that wouldn’t be as fun.

“Unless you’re uncomfortable! We can go back--” You started to bargain. Armin interrupted you promptly.

“No, please! I-I definitely want to be here with you.” Armin pleaded. His reassurance made your stomach twist.

“I must ask though, how did you get past Hange and Levi?” Armin wanted to know.

He was more than positive that you did not waltz right up to them and say you wanted to go on a date with Armin. And, no matter what way you put it, there was absolutely no way they could have ever agreed to let you venture out alone without Mikasa.

You playfully shrugged. You hardly broke a sweat trying to reason with your superiors, but Armin didn’t need to know that. You did, however, want Armin to know that Levi had given you money. Armin’s jaw dropped. He almost didn’t believe it until you pulled out the copper coin allowance out of your pocket, chuckling maniacally. Armin scoffed.

“I guess that little boy didn’t take all of it.” You lightly teased.

“He’s never given me money.” Armin fake pouted.

He thought back to all of the times that he had gone into town to get things for Levi, and it was always out of his own pocket. He genuinely did not mind at all. That, and he also dared not to ask otherwise.

You laughed. His mood already seemed to be changing. You grabbed Armin’s hand and stood up on your feet. He followed.

“So. What should we do first?” You asked.

Armin held his shoulder out for you to take. You wrapped your arms around his bicep and gave it a very firm hug. A warmth had gone through him, starting from the top of his head and sliding its way down into his toes. He could feel his cheeks flush just by you touching him. It sent his heart thumping and mind racing. This would be your first outing together as a couple. Maybe if Armin remained collected and chivalrous, while staying sharp and alert of his surroundings, he might not fuck anything up.

Like he did last time.

It did not matter where the starting point was, as long as Armin got to spend time with you. After a few weeks of beginning to get used to sneaking around in dark hallways at strange and ungodly hours of the night, it was refreshing to see you in a rather normal romantic environment. A beautiful day, you on his arm, out and about in a place neither of you had explored before. Armin’s stomach gurgled. He suggested food first.

Although this was your plan, Armin seemed to lead the way. He specifically wanted ice cream again and he looked for the trolly. Unfortunately, he didn’t spot the gentleman anywhere so he settled for something else. So, you both made way towards the only open food stand. There was a bit of a line, but you waited your turn. You stood behind a man with a baby resting on his shoulder.

The first thing you noticed besides the huge bald head, were their big green eyes. Their cheeks were fat and round, perfect for pinching. Just as you appeared, the infant kept their eye on you. You smiled and gave a little wave, and made a few funny faces. Your new friend, with their little fist in their mouth, smiled and giggled in return. A bit of drool had rolled down their bottom lip.

“Aw,” Armin chortled at you.

“I like babies.” You mentioned to him matter of factly. The line moved forward a few feet.

The parent must have caught a whisper of your comment. He barely turned to the side and glared at you through the corner of his sight. You could tell he gave you a quick up and down examination. The man's concentration circled on your left arm, which remained at your side since Armin was intertwined on your right. Then, he gave an awkward and unfriendly fold of his lips, and promptly turned back around. It was always disappointing when a cute baby had rude parents.

The menu for street food in Marley was insane. You and Armin collectively have never had so many choices for food in your lives, and it was quite obvious to the vendor by the way you both gawked at the menu. You recognized a few items, such as Mikasa’s popcorn and Sasha’s funnel cake. But you weren’t too sure what a hot dog was exactly…

You and Armin both opted for a pretzel, to try something new.

Once you had gotten your twisted snack and paid, you pointed back to the pier. From where you were standing, you scouted out a perfect spot to sit, eat, and talk. One section of the pier was lined with wooden benches. It was built to stand a few yards beyond the shore line and farther into the ocean. You both sat closer to the end, wanting to be as close to the water as possible, and ate in a comfortable silence.

Seagulls called overhead. The sound of the water sloshing against the wood of the pier echoed under your feet. You snuck a glance at Armin as he munched. His hair blew against the warm wind. He was amazing to look at.

“I’ve missed seeing you during the day.” You confided in a soft voice.

“Yeah…” Armin dragged out. “My sleep schedule has been kind of messed up…”

It was obvious that Armin desperately needed sleep. Even though the bags under his eyes were plain as day, he was still good looking. In your personal biased opinion, Armin was always an attractive guy. The lack of sleep gave him a tragically beautiful aesthetic.

“I stay up most nights just… thinking.” Armin lowly stated.

Armin focused on the half eaten pretzel in his hand. There was something nipping at the back of his mind, something that you could see but not put a name to. You took a bite out of your food to fill some of the silence.

“About what?” You asked.

He paused for a moment. Suddenly, he wasn’t hungry anymore.

Armin thought everything was going well so far. He didn’t want to ruin the mood by being sad and talking about his feelings. Although, it was only a matter of time before you broke the ice and brought up Eren. He noticed how you tiptoed around it, how your exterior around him had softened. Since Levi didn’t bother to do bed checks anymore, only because the main reason for reinstating them for the time being had gone, you pushed the envelope on how late you would stay in Armin’s room. Sometimes, you’d fall asleep for a while. He guessed that you just wanted to keep him company.

“You can tell me anything.” You reassured him. You lightly knocked your knee against his to get his attention.

You were completely right. You were an excellent listener, and quite easy to talk to. Having deeper and more meaningful conversations with you was simpler than he thought. After understanding that you liked to talk as much as he did, Armin realized that he had psyched himself out for years. Being too intimidated and shy to initiate anything beyond banter as comrades, and vague compliments.

He often found himself spewing embarrassing facts and stories. You knew that Armin does not like to sleep with socks on because he hates the way his toes feel when they’re confined together, and he likes when it rains because everything feels cleaner. If he could confide in you that he enjoys a romance novel every now and then, he could be honest about his latest dilemma.

“I know, I just…” He inhaled sharply.

The pout on your lips was involuntary. Armin’s shoulders fell. He still kept his eyes on his lap. His bottom lip was taken in between his teeth, chewing on the supple skin.

“I thought at first that maybe being in Marley triggered some kind of memory, that Eren got lost or confused and would find his way back. I read my notes a thousand and one times. He hardly ever spoke about his fathers memories, aside from killing the Reiss family, so I couldn’t even piece together an idea of where in Marley he could have gone”

“And then I remembered the ‘see you later.’ It made me think he changed his mind at some point, but why? Maybe it was something I had done, something I didn’t understand… That’s kind of where I’m at now, I guess…”

You left your pretzel unattended as you listened. A sinking sensation fell in your abdomen. It was without question that Armin missed Eren and, honestly, so did you. He wasn’t your closest friend, but you enjoyed kicking him under the table when he joined in on Connie and Jean’s teasing. You constantly remind Eren to mind his business whenever he commented about Mikasa’s hair getting too long, and that she can keep it anyway she wants. Being the last person to see Eren seemed like a cruel joke. You felt as if anyone would see him for the final time, it should have been Armin.

You slid closer to him, hips touching together. Gently, you place your hand on his shoulder. Your eyes were locked on to him. He couldn’t avoid eye contact if he tried.

“I don’t think it had anything to do with you.” You hushed.

Armin offered a weak smile. You had spoken so tenderly, he almost believed that was true. All of a sudden, his mouth had gone dry. He felt as if you had him by the throat. A ringing sound in his ears as he zoned in on your lips. They always turned to a smile, no matter the occasion.

“Stand up. Face me. ” You demanded.

Without question, Armin did as you said. You plucked his pretzel from his hand and sat it down where he was sitting, and took both of his hands in yours. They were warm and a little sweaty. You gave them a squeeze. You instructed him to take a deep breath in and a deep breath out, following along with him.

“Let’s still try to have fun here while we can. Okay?”

Armin sighed. He could not deny to himself that the sunshine and fresh air had restored a piece of his mind. He was never going to stop wondering about Eren, thinking of the smallest technical detail, until he showed up again. For now, perhaps he could let his guard down for a moment…

“Okay.” Armin effortlessly agreed.

From that point on, he managed to put all of his Eren thoughts to the back of his mind, and enjoy your company. It had actually been about two or three days since you both had spent time together. He realized he hadn’t seen anyone for a while, which must have been why Jean was so surprised. Armin missed hearing you laugh and reaching to touch him anyway you could as you did so, how you could make a conversation about anything, and you definitely had gotten prettier somehow.

You both took one long, slow stroll around the pier. Mainly just talking, bouncing off of each other's ideas and random thoughts. You noticed a few things about him as you walked and talked. Armin spoke fluently with his hands. In casual conversation, he waved and moved them around. When he was being bashful, he rubbed them together. Armin also put his hands in his pockets sometimes. You hadn’t figured out what that meant yet. He apparently had a lot on his chest.

It was about to be your second turn around when you noticed a few people walking along the shoreline and under the pier. Immediately, you wanted to go there.

You and Armin rolled your pants legs up to the shin, took off your socks and shoes, and walked through the water under the pier. You held your footwear in one hand, while holding hands with the other. They swung in between while you casually strolled.

It was apparent that Armin was in a better mood. He skipped through the water, splashing himself and you as he kicked his feet around. He let his mind and his mouth run a mile a minute. Armin spoke on seemingly every thought that had came to his brain. You couldn’t help but to smile and laugh as he did. One day out and away from everything was just what he needed.

“Look at this,” Your eyes glanced at one of the pier legs.

You both stopped and approached to read and admire the handwriting that was etched into the wood. They were messages, notes, love declarations and promises. It was romantic to see how many couples had been in this very spot before you and Armin. He awed at some of the sentimental carvings. You had an idea.

You reached into your back pocket, pulling out a small knife you kept for last resort defense. You flipped it open and pointed the blade into the wood.

“What are you doing!” Armin exclaimed.

“Writing our names.” You stated, quirking an eyebrow. You thought it was obvious.

“You can’t do that, that’s vandalism!” Armin insisted.

He placed two hands on your shoulder, peering over as you were spelling your own name.

“Vandalism, really? Look how many people have been here before us!” You chortled as you moved on to sketch his name underneath yours.

Armin wasn’t the type to willingly bend the rules, which is what made it so fun to break them around him.

“Just because other people did it, doesn’t mean it’s right!” Armin hollered over the sound of the water moving and crashing. A subtle salty mist dusted the air as the wind blew from the ocean.

Armin’s face had turned a bashful red. He anxiously looked around. If you were both caught by Marleyan authorities and discovered to be from Paradis, it would be game over for the both of you as well as everyone else.

“Ta-da!” You cheered. You slid your knife back into your pocket and stepped back to admire your handiwork.

There, permanently drawn into Liberio’s pier were your names together, enclosed with a heart. Carving curves was more difficult than you thought it would be but the shape came out all the same. Armin noticed that you dotted the i in his name with a heart as well. He reached out to run his finger over the fresh carving.

“Nice little touch.” He complimented. The serious line of Armin’s lips twitched into a smile.

A quick gust of ocean breeze flew past, misting the sides of your bodies as you stood face to face. He had realized many things about you at once. Armin liked the way the wind had blown your hair back from your face, and the way your lips were drawn into a cheeky smile. He suddenly couldn’t feel his feet. The feeling of the cold water around his knees faded into the background as you had become the center of his attention.

Being in your presence was always a surreal experience. Even more so now that Armin got to have you all to himself. The era of Armin yearning from a distance was, for the most part, over. He no longer had the underlying anxiety of wondering if you would ever like him the same way. Even though you’ve said it, it was clearer now that you truly cared for him. He could feel it in the way you held his hand, pointing out the finer details of the world around you. You literally carved your names in wood, and it would be there forever for others to know that you both stood in this very same spot. It felt official, as if a contract had been signed. Armin’s heart pumped doubletime.

A switch had been flipped. A layer of Armin’s adoration towards you had been stripped, and a new fresh wound lay underneath. It seemed to run deeper into Armin’s chest than he anticipated.

“I owe you an apology.” Armin blurted out. You turned to look at him.

“Why?” You questioned.

He inhaled. The words weren’t easy to come off his tongue. Armin wanted to shrug and say he didn’t know, to spare you the bore of him talking. But, you said he could tell you anything…

“I… don’t think I’ve given you the attention you deserve.” He confessed, pulling on his fingers.

You helped yourself to wrap your arms around his middle, giving him the most genuine and warm hug he had ever gotten. The water that you stood in was cold, but your touch had him just about sizzling.

“You don’t have anything to apologize for.” You stated.

Armin gulped at your comment. You resting on him eased his spirit, as if he was forgiven for a sin. He laid his cheek on the top of your head, snuggling into you for the moment. His eyes began to throb, tears threatening to pick behind his eyes. He wasn’t sure what he was about to cry for. Armin’s psyche felt a hue brighter. Suddenly, nothing else seemed to matter to him than you did in this current moment. Armin did not want to taint this memory with tears, so he quickly blinked them back.

You played under the pier for a few hours, as long as it took for mid-afternoon to turn into late evening. You kept reading other names drawn onto the pier leg, trying to find things to pick up and maybe keep as souvenirs, but you didn’t find much. Armin brought it upon himself to start throwing water. You splashed him back. This was maybe the happiest you had ever seen him be.

A weird creepy feeling hit you in the back of the neck. Suddenly, something was off. The hairs on your arm stood up. You got the sensation that you were being watched, stalked from behind. You stopped running around the pier legs, playing into Armin’s silly tag game. You took a sly peak from the corner of your eye before turning completely around.

There was indeed someone behind you, a few feet away. It was unclear what they were doing exactly. They stood still as if you couldn’t see them at all.

“What’s wrong? Are you tired?” Armin asked.

You had become distracted by his voice. In the split second you turned to look at Armin and back at the person, they had already gone. They were there plain as day, Armin must not have seen them before they took off.

“Nothing is wrong.” You said.

Armin approached you slowly, careful not to splash around as much anymore. He wrapped an arm around your back, enclosing you around him in a light hug. He looked in the direction you were staring into, not understanding what had distracted you all of a sudden.

“Let’s go back.” He offered.

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Armin didn’t let go of your hand once. He held it from the pier all the way back to HQ. His grip tightened when you made it inside and snuck through the halls like two lovestruck shadows. The hallways were clear and quiet. There wasn’t a single person in sight.

“Are you tired?” You hushed.

“No, are you?” Armin asked.

“No…” You trailed off.

Since the hallway was so empty, now seemed to be a perfect time to slip in either of your rooms. You typically snuck off to Armin’s room, which was farther down the hall and had loud door hinges. Your room was closer, only around the corner. “Do you want to come to my room?” You suggested.

A bell had gone off in Armin’s head. He’s never been in your room before, neither here nor on Paradise. He couldn’t begin to imagine what your personal bedroom looked like, although he wondered. Armin nodded his head in agreement. The lump in his throat had formed in seconds, and hindered his speech. The dry mouth didn’t help either.

You promptly grabbed your room key out of your bag, so you wouldn’t have to fumble at the door. You and Armin promptly rounded the corner. You stuck your key in the lock and with just your luck, the key did not turn. You moaned in frustration.

“Sorry. This sticks sometimes.” You explained.

You quietly jiggled the key in the hole, hoping to dislodge the mechanism inside. Of course it would happen now that you’re in a rush. Armin stood close behind you. You could feel his breath on the back of your neck, which only further distracted you. It sent goosebumps down your spine.

He couldn’t help his eyes but to wonder up and down your backside. Armin began to anticipate what possibly could happen once he got inside your room. Anyway he put it in his mind seemed perverted, which isn’t the energy he wanted to give off. He couldn’t wait to hold you close to him and unwind under your sheets. Armin’s head began to pound at the thought of things escalating further.

Armin fumbled with his hands anxiously as you struggled to unlock the door. You shook the handle again, more aggressively this time. Mikasa’s room was catty-cornered from yours, and would definitely see what was going on if she caught wind of suspicious noises in the hall. Armin wasn’t sure how Mikasa felt about you and Armin being together. It never had a chance to be brought up.

And, sometimes, he really disliked being on the same brainwave as Mikasa. They were always very close. At one point in their childhood, Mikasa tested Armin extensively to see if they could read each other's minds. It felt like just as Armin began to worry about being caught by her, Armin happened to notice her door was cracked enough to peek out of. The tip of her red scarf lazily hung through the crack, an eye just barely visible.

Armin quickly glanced between you still trying to break into your room, and Mikasa, who was staring directly into his soul.

“What?” Armin mouthed to her.

She looked Armin up and down once. Her eye squinted. She was definitely judging him. Quietly, she closed her door back.

You managed to successfully turn the key, after spewing swears. The door swung open and you went inside. Armin followed and closed the door behind him.

Armin didn’t allow a second to pass before he had his lips on yours. He held them there for a moment. You were quite surprised, standing in a short jolt of shock. When the familiarity that was Armin as you knew him sunk in, you kissed him back. Both of your lips laced in between each other. He laid his hands on your hips. His fingers lightly dug into your skin. You placed your arms around his shoulders, giving him support as he leaned in most of his body's presence into you.

Your room was still dark. You hadn’t even turned the lights on yet.

Armin took a step forward, causing you to take a step back. Walking while kissing made you miss a few steps. The back of your legs collided with your mattress and you fell backwards, dragging Armin down along with you. He exclaimed when his feet were suddenly taken out from under him, and quickly braced himself so he didn’t completely squish you.

You chuckled rather awkwardly as you were slightly embarrassed for some reason. Your heart thumped in your chest, even your ear drums were feeling the beat. Of course you and Armin were often this close to each other. It was obvious that physical touch was his main method of affection. Both of you were usually staying up extremely late, embracing one another, talking and getting to know each other better. Armin especially liked to fiddle and toy with your hands and fingers, and leave kisses anywhere he was allowed.

Armin giggled as well. You smiled up at him, eyes glowing brightly. Armin lowered his face to yours. He lightly rubbed the tip of his button nose against yours, and then helped himself to another kiss. You gently added your tongue to the equation. Armin melted instantly. Comfortable moans slipped through the both of you. Time seemed to no longer exist. Armin felt like he had been kissing you for ages, but still was not getting enough. His blood started to work harder to flush through his veins.

He wanted more. Armin itched to feel your skin on his, soft and delicate. He remembered how good you felt inside. Not that he ever stopped thinking about it, and how being inside of you felt so right. He never stopped thinking about you. The way you held him, moaned his name and mewed for more, squirming under his touch. With his eyes closed, he could almost taste you again.

Armin broke himself away to collect air.

“Do you want to..? Y’know…” Armin struggled to find his words. He spoke them softly into your jawline as he walked his lips there to leave kisses.

Armin resisted the urge to suck on a perfect spot where his lips grazed your neck, just below your ear. If he left any marks, someone would definitely put the pieces together and know that it was him. Armin most definitely wanted to leave his love bites and bruises on you. His secondary thoughts spun as they thought of all the other places he could freely bite and suck on.

Asking before proceeding was always the right thing to do, but Armin didn’t know why he was blushing harder or how it was possible. He could feel a bashful heat rise in his face.

You knew what he was asking. You wanted to excuse yourself so you could hide your face in a pillow and scream into the down feathers to hide how hot and bothered you had suddenly become. This would be the first time you and Armin would have sex sober.

How would it be different?

The blue in his eyes poured into you inquisitively. They changed from a light cyan to a deep, amorous phthalo. Perhaps it was the trick of the light. His eyelids appeared heavy, no longer staying wide with wonder. He focused on you as if you were a target he was aiming for. Armin’s cheeks were strawberry red, as well as the tip of his nose and ears. He held a small piece of his bottom lip in between his teeth as he patiently waited for an answer.

You wouldn’t ever turn Armin down.

“Yeah, I want to.” You confirmed.

There was zero time to react. Armin sighed in relief and reattached his lips to yours. He was still on top. To make himself more comfortable, Armin put one leg on each side of your hips to straddle you. You could feel how hard he had gotten, making a shiver go from the bottom of your neck and straight down. Your hands went to entangle themselves in his hair that was so soft, it felt as if you were touching nothing. Your nails accidentally scraped the skin of his scalp as you did so. A miniscule whine left Armin’s lungs as he helped himself to kiss at the pulse of your neck.

“I promise I won’t cum before you this time.” Armin stated. The both of you chuckled, smiling into each other.

Both of you began to strip each other of your top layers. Armin’s shirt had been removed, as well as yours and your bra. You took into account how toned he actually was. He was definitely on the leaner side, shoulders and biceps defined with muscle. His abdomen was divided into faint sections of four. Armin wasn’t necessarily gung-ho about training and being physically fit, but it was clear that whatever work he was putting in was paying off.

Bare from the chest down, Armin moved from kissing the sensitive spots on your neck to your collarbone. Then, he moved to give attention to each one of your breasts. He kissed one as he held the other, giving your nipples each an equal amount of pinches and gentle sucking. Armin made his way down your sternum, down your stomach, and met a dead end at your waistline. You still had your pants on.

“Can I taste you again?” He wanted to know. His fingers had already hooked into your belt loops.

You nodded your head in agreement, not even having to think about it. Armin’s lungs filled with excitement. He bit his lip to keep himself from smiling too much while he unbuttoned your pants and took them off for you. He began to tremble slightly from the anticipation of pleasuring you with something he knew you liked, something he was supposedly good at.

You propped yourself up on your elbows to watch Armin make himself comfortable between your thighs. He was on his stomach with his feet hanging off the side of the bed. Just for a moment, Armin paused to look back up at you. He wanted to see if there was any hesitation behind your eyes. If there was, that would be okay. But he was practically praying that there wasn’t. He gently wrapped his arms around your tights.

Armin took the kind smile you laid on your lips to be a go ahead, reading your mind perfectly. He helped himself down to give your clit two clear kisses, and began to lick ever so gently. The last thing you saw was the top of Armin’s blonde hair, his face tucked away. You closed your eyes and laid back to let Armin do his thing.

Armin’s hands dug into the meat of your thighs and his arms had tightened into a gentle hug once you began to wiggle and whimper under his tongue. He changed from giving your clit smooth licks, to licking through your pussy. He lapped at everything you had to offer like a pup to water on a hot day. Armin removed one hand to dip a single finger into you, leaving nothing untouched.

“So good.” He whispered.

Using his tongue and fingers, Armin created a rhythm that he could keep up with. He managed to work his way up to two fingers inside of you, teasing at the spot inside that had his name written all over it. Armin focused his tongue back to your clit, sucking and licking them interchangeably.

You were on cloud nine. This time around was better than the first. It would technically be Armin’s second time going down on anyone, but he performed like he knew what he was doing. You didn’t quite understand it, but if he was doing it this well then did it actually matter? You kept your noises to a minimum out of courtesy. A hand had made root in Armin’s hair, tugging at his locks. Armin’s one free hand reached for yours.

Enthralled in the pleasure he was giving, you had your eyes closed shut. Armin kept his wide open, unable to look at anything else. His vision tunneled from his job between your legs, to the sight of you squirming and huffing under his touch. Even before that fateful night in the tent, he had fantasized about pleasuring you in any way he could in any way you liked. Besides knowing what was outside of the walls, all Armin ever wanted was you.

A cord in your abdomen began to tighten and tighten. You knew you were coming close to an orgasm, but you didn’t want to just yet. You let Armin finger until you couldn’t take anymore. You tapped his shoulder.

“Stop, I-I don’t want to come yet.” You puffed.

Armin halted without comment. The corner of his mouth drew upwards in a shy smile. His eyes were swimming with lust, pupils blown out and dark. He used the back of his hand to quickly wipe his lips before glossing them back up your body. Armin kissed you. You could taste the faint tinge of yourself on his face and on his tongue.

A brief make out distracted Armin long enough for you to slip your hand in between your bodies and start messing with the button and zipper of his pants, which he had kept on. Armin gasped when your chilly hand found it’s way inside and around his cock. His mouth fell open with shaky sighs and moans as you began to work your hand up and down his shaft.

Armin was hard as stone. He was of decent thickness and length. Your core fluttered at the memory of how he filled and stretched you out so wonderfully. His cock flexed and twitched in your hand. You had only worked your wrist a few times up and a few times down, Armin was already panting and sweating.

“I wanna be inside you,” he huffed in your ear. You smiled into his shoulder. He almost sounded as if he was begging.

You released your grip to give Armin space so he could shimmy out of his pants. Once they were tossed to the side and he had settled comfortably on top of you, Armin gave you one deep kiss. His breath hitched inside his throat as he sunk himself inside of you. His whine grasped your attention. Your eyes flipped open to check on him. Your vision was met with the top of Armin’s blonde hair. His face looked down to where you both were connected.

“Are you okay?” You question.

Armin nodded. With his eyes closed, he took in a giant gulp of oxygen as he lowered himself onto his forearms. He was cautious not to put all of his weight onto you. Armin buried his face in the spot between your shoulder and neck. He spoke low, his voice sizzling in your ear.

“Forgot how tight you were.” He quietly confessed.

A little laugh escaped your lungs as he laid on top of you, chest to chest, as he pushed himself deeper. Your body recalled the way Armin filled you up. The stretch of him felt nice, a perfect fit and balance of length and size as if he had been molded just for you. Armin stayed still for a moment after making himself comfortable. Your arms wrapped around his shoulders, fingertips pressing into his skin.

He moved his head so his nose touched yours. He wanted to be as close to you as he possibly could. Being literally inside of you almost wasn’t enough. You being sheathed around him was as close as he could ever get, so warm and so snug. Armin kept his composure, as he tried not to climax upon impact. He worked his hips slowly against you, impossible to restrain his breaths of satisfaction.

“You’re so fuckin’ beautiful.”

With the compliment rolling off his tongue, Armin met his lips to yours. You embraced him tightly, holding him against you as you felt like you were floating. He took your bottom lip between his teeth and tugged, his moans spilling into your mouth. They were low and breathless, just loud enough for only you to hear. His thrust increased, still slow and loving, but more emphasis was added as he pushed back up side of you.

As he did so, Armin realized that your bed was slightly unsteady. It rocked as he did. And somewhere in the screws of the frame was a rather annoying squeaking sound. It might have just been his ears playing tricks, but he swore it got louder as he kept going.

“Your bed is very noisy.” Armin commented, chuckling and slowing down his pace to cease the squeaking. You swallowed.

“No one will hear, I promise.” You said.

Armin had to catch his breath over what you were saying. He inhaled deeply again, getting a good whiff of your hair. Armin let his hips have a break, staying still at his last thrust upward. You felt the tip of his dick touching the particular spot you liked. Armin put his forehead to yours and looked you straight in the eye.

“Are you sure?” He asked. Armin looked deep into you, scanning for any amount of uncertainty.

A shiver went through your spine. Armin stared at you with an erotic gloss coating his eyes. It must be a signature of his. However, there was an icy focus to his irises. You saw an idea fly into his mind. His tone had changed, as did the rest of his aura. Everything had gone a shade darker, Armin being the only one taking up your entire vision. The world seemed to not exist outside of him being on top of you.

“Yes.” You cautiously replied. Whatever he was about to challenge you with, you accepted it.

Armin believed you. If there was no chance anyone would hear, then he didn’t see a point in trying to keep quiet. There was more privacy in a hotel room than there was behind a tapestry.

He leaned in for another kiss. Armin’s lips fell onto yours, haphazardly kissing you with no real pattern. Your tongues moved around each other recklessly. Armin pulled his hips all the way back, and snapped forward with little mercy. He repeated the same motion again, and again, and again. Your eyes clamped shut, seeing strange sparks of colors and shapes.

“Does this feel good? Hmm?” Armin panted in your ear, desperation entangled in his question. His breath was warm and rumbled as low as his voice could go. You nodded your head.

“K-Keep going. Don’t stop.” You confirmed, swallowing your encouraging words as Armin continued.

It was all Armin really needed to hear. He snaked both of his hands down your arms and to your hands, locking his fingers in between yours. Without a single que, your hands flopped to the top of your head, being pinned down by a weight on your palms. Armin melodically sighed. Lewd moans were exchanged in between each other as Armin began to fuck you threefold.

“I won’t stop, baby. I-I… I can’t stop.” Armin huffed pathetically.

Right now, his main focus was how well he fit buried deep inside of you. Armin swore he never had a stronger sense of belonging than here in this moment. He could feel the tip of his cock prodding at your soft walls. The way you squeezed around him had Armin crumbling around you. You smelled nice, as per usual. Armin could still smell traces of the ocean salt in your hair and on your skin, which was soft and supple as it rubbed up against him. Armin’s hands gripped yours tighter.

The sound of bodies hitting together could almost drown out the bothersome squeaking of your bed frame. You hardly paid attention to it. You were too consumed in the ecstasy Armin was putting down. You drank in every word he spoke. His trimmed hair below his beltline made perfect friction on your clit as Armin bore down hard when he thrusted into you. You were so full of him, anymore might be too much. You were already sensitive from his tongue lapping at you moments before. This was just enough to send you over the edge.

Armin freed your hands from above your head. Blood started to circulate back into your wrists. He then placed both of his hands on each side of your face, cradling you softly. Both of your eyes flipped open at the same time, directly looking at each other. Armin sheepishly smiled. It was impossible to look anywhere else. He held your face exactly where he wanted, maintaining eye contact as you fell closer and closer to coming undone. You held onto his shoulders, digging your nails into his warm skin.

You could feel your stomach tighten and the muscles in your core swell. You whispered how you were close, so close, so so close while Armin kept his fast pace. He let his hips go as they naturally could, not really having a specific rhythm.

“I’m gonna come,” You smaller voice was swept in the wave of Armin’s moans. He put his forehead to yours.

“I won’t until you do…” Armin exhaled.

Just a few more pumps into you, and Armin had you splintering from reality. A wash of relief finally crashed down. You throbbed around him. You knew he could feel you coming to orgasm. Armin’s hips wobble for one single second, a rather delirious laugh cracked from his throat. He could feel you drowning in your orgasm. You clenched around him, sucking and pulling under the waves with you.

Armin removed himself posthaste. Your head was still spinning and your consciousness was jaded. You sat up again on your elbows in time to watch Armin relieve himself right onto your stomach. Some white ropes had jumped all the way to your chest. His eyes were squeezed shut and his jaw hung open while he worked his wrist around his dick until he was satisfied.

Then, he flopped next to you on his back, his shoulder slightly over yours. You laid together in a thick fog of post-sex silence, catching your breaths and letting your brains reset. Your first coherent thought that came to mind was to clean Armin’s mess from your skin. Second, perhaps to bring Armin a glass of water. His face was beaten with red splotches as if he had run laps around the world. There was a thin shine of sweat to his forehead. You twisted the knob on your bedside lamp, and got up to do so.

“Where are you going?” Armin asked. Like a frog to a fly, his reflexes were quick. Before you could get too far, he lightly grabbed your hand.

“I’m going to clean up, and then bring you some water.” You stated with a smile, giving his hand a little squeeze.

Armin’s heart pinged. He smiled back at you, only because he was still too loopy to form a proper sentence. He watched you sashay away to your private bathroom, admiring the view of your naked backside. Once you had disappeared, Armin fell back onto your mattress. A puff of your smell wafted around him like an amorous security blanket. He inhaled deeply. If he snuggled into your blankets enough, perhaps your smell would rub on him too.

Armin nestled under your blanket and made himself comfortable. While he did so, he realized that there was still a significant amount of space left, even if you were laying down next to him. In Armin’s hotel bed, there was barely enough room to fit the both of you but you still managed to make it work.

“You know, your bed is a lot bigger than mine.” He commented.

You snorted from your spot in the bathroom. You had cleaned yourself off and thrown on a shirt you had. Then, you filled up a glass of water in the sink, took a few sips for yourself, and filled it back up again.

“Yeah, it’s bigger than my bed back home too. Actually, this entire room is about three times the size of my actual bedroom. I don’t even have a…”

You stopped talking at the sight of Armin completely passed out in your bed. He was literally awake and talking two seconds ago. His face was still flushed with pink, not as red anymore, and his breathing was still heavy. Armin was curled up on his side.

As quietly and as carefully as possible, you crawled up next to him and turned the light back out. Your vision adjusted to the darkness. You swore you could feel his heartbeat bang through the sheets. Holding onto that sound, you fell asleep not long after he did. -- thank you. reblogs and feedback are appreciated! arlertwitch © 2023. all rights reserved. do not translate or repost any works by @ambassadorarlert on any other platforms. violators will be prosecuted in accordance within the law.

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arminsumi · 10 months

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armin face sitting 🙈

˗ˏˋ꒰ 🍒 ꒱ facesitting

Armin x AFAB!gn!reader

Overview; using Armin's pretty face as your throne

Content; smut, NSFW

Warnings; MDNI, smut (details under cut)

Note; thank you for this delicious request! face sitting and Armin go hand in hand 🤭

Smut warnings; 🐱eating, sub!Armin x soft!dom!reader, handjob (giving), cumshot

His hands nervously feel up the plush of your thighs, which he's happily entrapped between. Small whimpers fall off his lips while he eats you out.

It took so long to convince you to sit on his face, so Armin's savoring every second. He had to reassure you several times that you wouldn't suffocate him.

"Min, can you still breathe?" you ask him self-consciously, shifting your hips up a little to alleviate the weight on him.

He licks a long, hungry stripe between your plush lips, and you almost thought that was his response until he mumbled back. "Mhm, I-I can breathe fine. Don't worry, just sit and get comfy."

His cheeks were flushed so hot you could feel the heat searing the skin of your inner thighs.

Whenever you hummed in satisfaction, Armin noted what motion his tongue made, and kept doing that with the hope that you'd moan.

The poor boy, he was working so hard underneath you, such great effort deserved to be rewarded. Each time he made you cum all over his plush mouth, you told him how "I'm gonna reward you so much, pretty boy." and that was music to his ears. Well, and also music to his dick, which was straining to get free from his jeans.

From the sounds of whimpering and moaning, you'd think Armin was the one enjoying receiving oral.

He almost felt embarrassed about the wet patch that formed on his pants. All he did was eat you out, but he was in pieces about it.

"You sure enjoyed yourself, huh?" you giggled, pressing a teasing finger to the tip of his cock through his stained pants.

"Yeah..." he gulped, licking his lips as if he was savoring the taste. "can we go again?"

"How about I do it in reverse so I can play with that pretty cock of yours, too? Seems like you really need relief, and you've been so good for me..." you said.

"Yes please." he nodded eagerly.

You almost laughed. His eyes lit up. And when you sat yourself down on him again, he didn't hesitate to begin suckling on your clit once more.

He clung to your thighs like they were his lifeline, providing him breath, but actually they were smothering him. Not that he was complaining, of course. If anything, that made it hotter.

He whimpered even worse than before when you touched his cock while he ate you out. He sounded so cute, almost cat-like, you nearly laughed. His cute mushroom-tipped cock kept leaking precum, it was so red and swollen, aching for release.

You only stroked off his length for a few minutes before he burst, and hot ribbons of creamy cum shot out all over your hand and his abdomen. He almost squealed, his hips squirming like crazy.

"Sorry...!" he whimpered, his hot breath fanning your wet heat.

"It's okay, you can cum as much as you want, m'kay? I'll keep going as long as you do." you replied sweetly, and he melted.

It's not like he would have let you get off his face anyways, not until he's made you cum a few times more. He didn't care that his cheek was smeared with a wet streak, or that he made an embarrassing mess with his cum all over your hand.

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fairyyarchive · 8 months

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hey, can u write Armin x afab!reader, Armin being a teasy!dom af

hi! i'm sorry this so long to complete, i have been incredibly swamped with life, so writing has not come easy to me. this is also my first time writing smut, so pls keep that in mind lol. a long time coming, so please enjoy!

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college au, established relationship, teasy!soft dom armin x lowkey bratty reader

content: teasing, afab!reader, pet names (baby, sweetheart, love, pretty, good girl, pretty girl), edging, slight overstim, oral (f receiving), fingering

A sunny spring afternoon with your boyfriend should have been spent on a cute date, reading in the park or getting lunch together. You could be doing this, of course, if it wasn’t for the 89.5% in your history class and the final you had next week to make it up. Instead, you were stuck inside up your elbows in homework.

Not that you minded spending time with Armin this way, quite the opposite actually as he was a wonderful study partner and always willing to help you freshen up on topics discussed in lectures that you couldn’t make it to (or that you didn’t remember). As you finished the first of many assignments, you threw your head back with a groan. “I should just drop out. Learn to knit sweaters on Etsy or something,” you pouted.

“That bad huh?” Armin laughed, turning from his own laptop to face you. The lofi background on the tv played relaxing beats as you questioned the entirety of your academic career.

“I think my brain is melting. And I’ve only done one. One! And no one’s even kissed me or told me how great I’m doing, how ever will I go on?” You dramatically laid your hand on your forehead, batting your eyelashes at your boyfriend. He laughed, placing a soft kiss on your right cheek. Then your left, then your lips. You smiled, grateful for the momentary bliss from the headache of studying. Armin’s face then lit up the way it does when he’s solved a long equation.

“Maybe now I can carry on… Only with the motivation of my sweet sweet boy,” you dramatically flopped backward, half draped in his lap. It truly wasn’t that difficult, but the familiar end-of-semester burnout had your brain feeling like overcooked ramen noodles.

Armin chuckled at your theatrics, ever patient and sweet. “Alright, how about for every question you answer on the next study guide, I’ll give you a kiss?” he suggested.

You turned your head upward to face your boyfriend, spider-man style. “Every question on this 50 question study guide gets me a kiss?” you confirmed.

“Well… Maybe we can work out a system since it’s so long,” your eyes lit up, “but only if you’re a good girl for me and get the whole thing done, okay?” a slight rosy tint dusting his cheeks. He knew you loved when he talked like that, and he quickly learned that praise was a good motivator, to say the least. He loved it especially when it pulled such cute reactions from you, but you couldn’t help but get a little shy when he told you what to do.

“Okay got it, focus, study, kisses,” you nodded. You settled with your back against his chest, pulling your laptop closer. You got comfy, opening the dreaded history study guide and all the necessary materials to complete it.

As promised, once the first short answer question was complete Armin planted a kiss on your forehead, and a bonus one on your shoulder. Your little exchange continued as you completed more questions, finally halfway done with it. “See? You’re doing so well baby, already halfway done,” he ran his hands up and down your arms soothingly, tilting your chin to the side to allow him access to kiss your neck. “I’m proud of you,” he softly spoke against your skin, kissing you gently. You sighed, easily relaxing to his touch. For a brief moment, you wondered if you heard another tone in his voice, but maybe it was just the haze in your mind from Armin’s praise.

Your focus returned to your work, scrolling through notes to find answers, being rewarded with a little peck on your neck, your lips, your forehead. A particularly long question had Armin’s hands beginning to wander as you ran through your materials, fingers feather-light as he slipped them under the hem of your hoodie. You gasped instinctively, your focus broken briefly. “Ah, focus sweetheart,” he chided, stopping his movements. You huffed, reluctantly typing answers into the doc. Armin had a tendency to tease, knowing he could draw this out as long as he wanted.

You blinked, clearing your head from the gutter before continuing to type, determined to finish the last ten questions. You groaned internally upon seeing the next one was rather long as well, opening a new tab to begin researching. Armin’s hands returned to rest just under the hem of your hoodie. One hand gently slid its way up your torso, fingertips featherlight as he traced them along the swell of your breast. You shifted in your spot on his lap, doing your best to ignore the growing bulge that pressed into your backside.

Armin traced the curve of your breasts, taking his time to draw your body to memory. His cool fingers grazed your nipples, the touch so sensitive it sent a chill through you. Your body warmed as he continued his teasing movements, caressing your breasts, rubbing circles around your nipples, taking his time unraveling you as he watched your focus crumble.

Armin’s hand continued gently pinching and rubbing your nipples as his other began to slowly drift down, thumb dipping under the hem of your shorts. As it was clearly becoming impossible for you to finish this assignment, you attempted to get away with putting your laptop to the side, but Armin took it from your hands and placed it next to you, still within your reach for use. “Don’t make me repeat myself sweetheart, you only get rewarded if you keep working,” his voice slid deeper - gently commanding. You knew you were likely testing his patience a bit, but it was just so hard to focus and, really, he was being to you by not letting you take a break. And yet.

“Okay, okay, I’ll finish it this time,” you sighed, pouting in an attempt to make him give in.

“Good girl,” he smiled, satisfied. When you refocused, Armin kept his word, bringing one hand to your nipples once again as the other found its way into your shorts. The lightest of touches on the outside of your panties sent a shudder from you, your hips instinctively twitching. Armin’s fingers pressed gently, rubbing your slit up and down at an agonizingly slow pace, not bothering to move your panties yet.

Your diligence was rewarded with what Armin knew you craved, his fingers pressing into you harder, a hidden strength that drove you crazy when you saw it. He rubbed circles on your clit through your panties, wetness campening the soft cotton. Your concentration phased in and out, shifting from the dull feeling of pleasure warming your abdomen to (finally, finally) the second to last question. Your sighs must have become pitiful as you heard the honey-dripped sound of your boyfriend’s laugh. “You wanna tell me something sweetheart?” His tone drenched in condescending care.

“No, I want you to touch me,” your cheeks burned. He had to pull the words out of you.

“I am touching you, pretty girl,” his smile was so warm and blue eyes so soft, you’d think he was really asking to help. He leaned down, speaking softly into your ear, “I’m not gonna let you finish until that homework is done, so I suggest you quiet down,” he nipped at your neck, “and get to work.” His words sent a shiver down your spine and you nodded, mustering what mental strength you had to explain the political structures of… somewhere.

Armin’s fingers slipped into your panties, dipping into you and spreading you open. He rubbed your clit with practiced precision, knowing just how to ease you into being edged. Allowing you to feel so good, so blissful, so easy to convince you that you’ll get to finish – before taking it away completely. His middle finger flicked your clit, pinching lightly. The buzz in your head was driving you mad, the arousal burning through you. With a half-assed last answer, you snapped your laptop shut, physically restraining yourself from throwing it on the floor. Armin’s ministrations slowed to a lazy pace, a smug smile sat on his lips. “You done?” he asked, patient as ever.

“Mhm, all done and complete and turned in and all that,” you stumbled slightly, turning around to straddle his lap. Armin’s dominant demeanor faltered ever so subtly and you smirked - he was almost always all talk until you were sitting pretty on his lap, your warm center on the bulge you could so clearly see through his sweatpants.

Armin was easy to turn the tables on, so naturally it took you by surprise when his eyes glinted with something that excited you, using his lean muscles to flip your positions, pinning you beneath him. “Baby…” Oh there it was, that chastising tone that meant you were in for it. “Did I say you could get on top?” He lazily caressed the plush of the inside of your thighs, avoiding where you so desperately needed him to touch you.

“No…” You bit your lip.

“And I always thought you were so good at following the rules baby, aren’t you my good girl?” Armin teased, slipping your shorts and panties down your legs. He trailed pecks up the inside of your thigh, parting your legs as he went. You gasped at the contact, nodding your head and biting your lip in anticipation. Your hands traveled to grip your boyfriend’s soft hair and guide him into you, only for him to stop you by grabbing your wrists. He brought them to rest above your head, lips traveling back up to mouth at your neck. “Then you better listen this time, and keep those hands right there ‘till I tell you,” he grasped your jaw, tilting your face toward him gently, “got it love?”

“Uh huh,” you breathed, stunned and absolutely aroused at his sense of command. Armin’s shift in demeanor made his blue eyes darken, his muscles flex and a hunger from within him that made him want to simply devour you.

“There’s my good girl,” his warm smile returned, and you’d almost believe he was going to give you everything you wanted. Armin returned to his place between your legs, burying his face in the wet warmth between your thighs. He used his soft, flat tongue to lick a stripe up through your center. You groaned as he used the tip of his tongue to flick your clit, arching your back and pushing yourself closer to him. You felt him smile against you, “Yeah? That feel good baby?”

“Oh god, yes,” you whined. He rewarded you by spreading you apart with his fingers, settling his tongue against your clit and making you sigh once again. His soft touches and sweet sinful tongue gathered a rhythm that made your head spin, figure eights on your clit spreading the wetness that just couldn’t stop as his fingers worked nimbly to unravel you from the inside. The lofi background on the TV muffled as the room filled with the sinful wet sounds coming from you, your heavy breathing and needy gasps.

“Ahh, baby I’m so close... Oh, fuck,” you gasped, hips grinding against his face as his fingers stroked just the right place inside you. The familiar sparks traveled through your body, the feeling building to its peak once more, so very close to tipping over until – it stopped. Armin’s fingers left you feeling empty, his mouth leaving your poor, swollen pink clit unsatisfied and sensitive. “A-armin! Please, please, c’mon I was so close,” you nearly cried, sitting up to look at him. Your prayers, however, were answered as he sat back to pull down his sweatpants and boxers and align his hips to yours.

“You’ve been so - “ you felt just the tip push past your lips, absolutely drenched in your own juices, “so good for me baby.” You felt him slowly, so slowly, finally slide his cock into you, feeling every long-awaited inch fill you. You nearly creamed on the spot, before even feeling the torturous way he began to thrust his hips. In, out, the most desperate whimpers left your lips as he praised you. “You’re so good, my pretty girl, so good at letting me edge you as much as I want,” the prettiest words purred from his lips and only aroused you more as your orgasm threatened to rip you in two. His voice, his cock, the delicious rhythm that he rubbed your clit at, everything was so good and so much that sparks shot through you, setting your entire body ablaze.

“Fuck - I’m gonna - “ you could hardly gasp out the words in between breathless moans as it hit you, waves of fire rolling through you. Armin thrusted into you, hitting your sweet spot at a delicious pace as he fucked you through your orgasm, his pants and groans getting higher as his ow orgasm built.

“ ‘m close baby, you feel so good, you came so well for me pretty girl,” his hands gripped your hips. The slam of his cock into you as he fucked you stupid sent shocks of pleasure and dull pain through you. Your whole body was shaking, your hips sore as Armin’s thrusts became sloppier and his groans became needier.

“Cum baby, want you to cum in me, oh fuck, please,” you begged, your words barely uttered through your moans as your second orgasm sent white hot pleasure coursing through your limbs.

“Fuck, yeah I’ll cum in you baby, I - “ Armin’s thrusts became uneven, hitting you one, two, three times making you see stars, the cum dripping from your second orgasm slick and messy around his cock. Your sweet words and downright sinful noises sent your sweet boyfriend over the edge, his hips stuttering as you felt his cock pulsing deep inside you. A mix of curses and praises flew between the two of you as you came down, bodies satiated and sweaty as you calmed your breathing.

You lay together, clothes long discarded and only underwear and a t-shirt (Armin’s t-shirt) on. Your head rested on his chest as Armin caressed your hair, kissing your forehead softly. You sighed, breathing in his scent deeply and settling into him to drift off into a nap.

Hope that study guide comes in handy.

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dreams-of-me · 7 months

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Why Don't You Love Me?

Eren x Reader

Word Count: 2.1k

Warnings: domestic abuse!, toxic! Eren, semi-public sex, verbal abuse!, cervix kissing, deep penetration, vaginal penetration, creampie, overstimulation, AFAB Reader, BIPOC reader.

This is a prompt for my dear friend. She is a Yeagerist just like me and she deserves a fanfic that will make her coochie throb! This is based off the relationship between Nate and Maddie from Euphoria and I will not be taking and questions at this time.

"You're such an asshole leave me the fuck alone."

"Oh I'm the asshole because you want to show your ass to other men while you belong to me?"

" I don't belong to anyone but my fucking self, and if I were to belong to someone it wouldn't be you Eren. "

Eren's rage had reached his limit and grabbed you by your throat. He slammed you against the nearest wall and brought his lips close to your ears as he spoke slowly and calmly.

"Listen here bitch, you belong to me even if you don't want to. Even if we break up, you belong to me. You're mine got it."

You couldnt breathe Eren was at least a foot and a half taller than you and her was holding you up by your neck. You looked at him calmly as he spoke because even though the position you were in was painful and terrifying, you could not help yourself when the thought of him fucking you right up against the same wall. You were undeniably aroused by that little vein that popped out of Eren's neck as he spoke.

He let you down and you gasped for air as he walked away. You knew he could've killed you if he wanted but everything before this moment is really what kept you with him. Everything before this moment is what allowed the relization that everything he just told you is true. Even if he were to kill you, you'd be his.

Eren was the type of guy that was absolutely smoking hot and he knew it. Because he knew it he walked around Shiganshina Secondary School like he owned it. He was the social king, the football captain, the hottest guy in school, and average level intelligence. Unfortunately, this made it super apparent that he need a queen very soon as he was in his Junior Year and people were starting to believe that he was Gay from hanging around his best friend Armin so much and Mikasa didn't help as she looked at every girl that got close to him with a death stare.

Eren was also very picky. He didn't want a girl that was too tall or too short. About medium height. Had to be practically hairless, they need a nice rack and a fat ass. More importantly the needed to be confident. He also had a thing for POC girls, how their darker skin seemed to glow in the honey sunlight of golden hour. How the gold jewelry always complimented their skin, and the Lucious lips that was always beautifully adorned with all types of gloss. God, don't even get him started on how they smelled. Which is what brought him to you. You walked past him on the way to your class and he smelled warm vanilla and linen with a fruity scent. He turned around and watched you ass sway away from him as you entered your class.

Later that day he looked for you in the cafeteria. He spotted you with a teammate, Jean it looked like you were reviewing some class work so he walked over to you both.

"No Jean, this needs to be done by tomorrow so that we both have time to prepare to the game this Friday."

"Okay fine ill get it done as soon as I can. Oh what's up Yeager-"

"You're gorgeous. Give me your number?"

"You're not too bad yourself. Its XXX-XXX-XX34." You say confidently. Your lips move with such slow ease that he is entrapped hearing nothing but what he might imagine your moans sound like under him.

"I'll see you at the game this weekend QB 1, but hopefully. I get to see you sometime before that. Text me."

"Yeager, you're hot shit and everything but we have practice let's go."

Eren picked his jaw up off the floor as he watched your hair swing behind you as you walked, turned your head quickly to find him staring then winked. He felt is heart jolt and blood rush straight to his dick. That's the moment where he knew you had to be his queen.

"OH FUCK YES"

"I know, take it all for me."

"EREN FUCK"

"Dirty mouth, its okay I like that. Are you ready for me."

"Please please plea- AH FUCK"

"Fuuuuck."

You would assume this was a porno. You're in a dark and empty classroom blinds closed as the band plays the start of the halftime performance for the night. A classic, Seven Nation Army. The scent of popcorn and hotdogs from the concession stand was in full blast. This was their first game of the season and in the first two quarters Shiganshina's football team had a 21 point lead to 7 from the opposing team.

You had been texting Eren nonstop about everything. Talking about sweet nothings. Getting showered with compliments as well as the occasional gift at the end of the school day. A new set of nails, some lingerie shopping, and of course perfume for your collection. He loved how you smiled when he bought you things, and you adored that he bought you things. The make shift relationship you found yourself was perfect. At the end of the week the night of the game you found yourself holding hands with him walking down the hallway. He kissed you deeply and he told you to text him as he grabbed your ass before walking away.

You liked that Eren was sweet and although affectionate, he wasn't feening for sex...but you were. You'd drool as he'd send you pictures of himself fresh out of the shower after practice. Or when he wore those tight black t-shirts with a gold chain that hugged his arms and pectoral muscles just right. The way his jaw clenched when he focused as he pulled his hair back into a bun made your pussy clench with ease. You were done playing nice.

"Aw princess, did you think I forgot about you?"

"Shut up, no one gives a fuck about you or your ego."

You admit that your personality also changed when you got with him, you were the center attention because you were together, you had the best clothes and style because of him. Girl and guys alike all looked at you like the queen he made you out to be, and if you were his queen, Ymir so help you that your wouldn't take what's yours when you wanted it.

"Watch it Y/N, you know I like when you talk dirty but talking shit is different."

"What you're gonna let little old me bruise your fucking god complex? If I can do it than any other little fucker in this school can and you're just as much of a failure as your older brother and crazy ass father."

You also admit that you took that comment too far in trying to rile him up and unfortunately you paid the fucking price. Family is a sensitive topic for Eren and there is only so much teasing he can take before he snaps. And that's exactly what he did, at the drop of a hat he turned you around and grabbed you by the neck slamming you against the wall of the athletics building where you were both walking to practice.

"Listen up bitch, I don't care what you have to say about me but my family is off fucking limits, not that you would ever know or care about yours seeing as you're so fucking detached from them. "

You looked at him fighting to breathe eyes low and slightly seductive but tearing up as you were being held up by your neck to his height. You grasped at his hand for some leverage but his grip on your neck provided no such thing.

"You're fucking job is to walk around on my arm, look like the hottest bitch in heat that I picked up and suck my cock when I ask you to, questioning me, my athourity, or my family is not part of it and I never wanna hear shit from uppity slut like you… Got it”

He released his hold and you came crashing down.

Fighting to inhale oxygen into your lungs and coughing when the burn of the oxygen passes finally.

He stood there looking down at you unamused.

With a tear in your eye, you look up at him neck already beginning to bruise with a yellowish hue.

“Why don’t you love me?” you said being the most genuine you’ve every been in months.

He scoffed, picked you up and kissed you. Not like usual, not an apology for his abuse but proof that he does care for you in his own twisted way. And that was enough you felt. Enough for you.

He’s always loved doggy style, loved watching your plump ass clap back at him and wave in all it’s glory. So you weren’t surprised when he pushed you away from the kiss and turned you around. Bending you against the wall and hiking your cheer skirt up, pulling the shorts and panties down.

Next thing you knew you felt his dick pressed up against your rubbing against your ass “dumb questions get dumb answers”.

He rammed himself into you, filling you all the way up and sucking his teeth at your tightness. You couldn’t control your moans, he just fucked you so deeply and with so much intent that it was hard not to voice your every sensation.

“Ahh- Erennn”

“mhm say my name.”

“fuck eren, just like that”

You were getting whiplash because right when you said that he pulled out and turned you around again. Lifting you up so that your ankles locked around his hips. Nestling your drippy pussy on his tip.

He gripped both your ass cheeks and pressed you down, fully in-bedding himself in you.

“Fuckkkkkk, ahh it’s so deep”

“just how i like it.”

He continued his pace from earlier as you threw your head back in complete euphoria. He kept it going as if you weighed even less than a feather.

“You’re such a needy bitch, why didn’t you tell me you needed some dick earlier. All of this could’ve been avoided”

It fell on deaf ears obviously because the pain from your neck and the pleasure from your pussy we’re mixing soooo well.

“Ah- More, please more”

He did exactly that pushing himself deeper into you with every thrust, your wetness dripping on the pants of his uniform. He used that wetness to slip a finger in your ass and if you were full before you’re way over the limit now.

“Ngahhhh too muchhhh “

“what, you just asked for more. Take what i give you”

3 more thrusts in and you were cumming all over him, you held onto him for dear life clawing at his back knowing he’d pay for your new mani when you complain about it next week. You didn’t expect him to keep thrusting into you after you came.

“AHHH NOOO”

“Shut the fuck up”

He thrusted deeper, harder, but so much slower because he knew now that you were done he was next. He relished every second of your cries, how you were still fluttering around him but tightening as he pushed into you deeper.

You started shaking as your second orgasm finally took over and he came right along with you, groaning into you ear.

“Shiiiiiiitttttt, ahhh”

You were non-verbal, eyes rolled back as a stream of clear liquid made itself present between the both of you.

He kissed you again. Hotter, more passionate. Gripping the nape of your neck to push both of you deeper into it.

You wrapped your hands in his hair become slightly more conscious.

By the time you both were done practice had ended.

You both texted your coaches about not feeling well including a picture of your soaked uniform lying about “throwing up”.

You went the locker rooms, changed and walked to Eren’s car hand in hand.

You spent the night at his house, exhausted enough to not care about his 30 minute shower. But when he came back, god he smelled amazing. He wrapped you in the blanket before getting into bed himself.

You cuddled into his chest as he stared at the ceiling waiting for sleep to take him.

“what makes you think i don’t love you?”

you don’t respond, pretending to be asleep but with your head and heart wide awake. You know now, those word will never have to be said again

You fell asleep feeling happy, but nothing could prepare you for the week to come when the bruises took their final form…

#dreamsofme #eren smut #eren x reader #eren aot #eren jeager x reader #dark romanticism #tw overstimulation #tw abuse #mdni #aot fanfiction #fanfic

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levilxvr · 6 months

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distraction

PAIRINGS: levi x afab!reader

WARNINGS: nsfw 18+, unprotected, slight breeding kink, edging yk the usual stuff hehe

SUMMARY: you’ve been on levi’s mind during a meeting and he finally gets the chance to fulfil his lustful desires.

ok as usual it’s past midnight and im a lil delusional😍 also this takes place before the final ep bc im lazy to think rn sorry

it’s midday at headquarters and levi is sitting in the meeting hall with his fellow comrades and a few subordinates, attending a briefing with regards to new arrangements in some of the regiments.

of course, the captain finds his current situation rather trivial because he’s been informed of every single detail beforehand. But clearly some four eyed maniac had to drag him along so here he was, arms crossed and a scowl on his face. meanwhile you were probably in the courtyard with the rest of the scouts practising combat and doing drills.

when floch jumped in and started insisting on something due to inconveniences or whatever, levi rolled his eyes and decided to let his mind wander somewhere else. To his favourite topic, you. He shut the rest of the world out and settled on recalling the previous night’s events: the squad finally got a chance to turn in early yesterday, so after dinner he spent the rest of the night tangled under the covers with you.

he could still feel the way your fingers wrapped around him, thumb teasing the swollen tip while strings of precum leaked out and oozed down the shaft. Could still remember the way you felt, so tight and warm as you sunk down onto his pulsing cock. His head hit the headboard as he let out a low moan, hands holding onto your waist as you slowly rode him..

levi.

he heard a faint voice calling out to him somewhere.

he couldn’t think, couldn’t process anything else other than the blissful feeling of your body leaning down to press against his as he began thrusting upwards in desperation, lips meeting yours in a fervent kiss as he took in every sound that escaped from your pretty mouth.

levi!

the voice was calling again, louder this time.

you were both so close, he could tell by the way your pussy was tightening around him. His breathing grew ragged as he began chasing his high, beads of sweat trickling down his forehead as-

“hello? earth to levi!”

someone shook him, hard. hange.

shit, that’s right. you’re still in this damn meeting.

he finally snapped back to reality just to find everyone staring at him.

an uncomfortable sensation in his lower region nearly made him curse out loud when he came to the realisation that all that fantasising had given him a stupid boner. great. he felt like a horny teenager in constant need of sexual relief who couldn’t control himself for just a few hours.

“are you okay captain? you zoned out for a minute.” armin asked from across the table. he nodded silently and then forced himself to focus on the task at hand for a little while more before they were dismissed. levi left in a hurry, first one to exit the room as he strided down the stairs to the main hall to find you.

he needed to relieve himself, feel you around him again as he made love to you like last night. Somehow he could never get enough of you.

why did you have to do this to him?

upon receiving news that the scouts could return to their personal quarters for the next hour before dinner, he didn’t hesitate to rush up the stairs and head to your room. a few urgent knocks on the door were all you needed to open it.

“levi?” the meeting probably ended earlier than expected.

“clothes off, on the bed. now.” There’s no mistaking his intentions in his deep voice. you can almost hear the lust laced in his words as you begin slipping off your jacket.

“been thinking about me, captain?” you smirk as your gaze lingers on the visible tent in his pants. looks like someone was daydreaming about you this whole time after all.

He’s on top of you in an instant, pushing both of you down onto the bed as he litters kisses all over your body, from your face down to the apex of your thighs. seeing his cock all needy and red with clear strings pooling beneath him makes you want to reach out and give him the relief he needs, but levi is too desperate to bother. He just wants to be inside of you.

While he presses wet kisses along your thighs, his hand is rubbing circles on your clit, watching as the warm wetness begins to spread with every stroke of his fingers on your soft folds.

no words are exchanged as he holds your waist down and pushes himself into you, penetrating your cunt as you clench around him. He immediately starts grinding against your hips, wet sounds accompanying yours and his moans as he pounds you.

“s- slow down levi,” you’re panting as he takes your legs and presses them back against your abdomen so he can drive himself deeper. his cock is hitting against your sweet spot so deliciously and it’s driving him insane, and soon the pleasure building up in his core makes him go even faster. he’s already so aroused, it barely takes him long before he feels the need to let go.

“g- gonna cum,” he gasps out, forehead leaning down to touch yours as you take his face in your palms.

“not yet, hold on i wanna try something.”

levi looks into your eyes, glazed over with lust as he pauses his movements. You smile when you look down and see where you’re connected, squeezing around him as he lets out the loudest groan you’ve heard from him so far.

“wait keep going but don’t cum yet,” you position yourself on your elbows, feeling the heat build up inside you. you weren’t gonna give in to him so easily this time, though. your fingers plunge into levi’s hair and he’s begging for you to just let him cum. he needs it so desperately, wants to release his load deep in your pussy over and over.

you brush the hair off his forehead, telling him to look at you.

“please- oh shit, let me cum-” he frowns. his thrusts have slowed down and grown sloppy. you put a hand on his chest and feel the way his heart is pounding like crazy. it turns you on even more knowing how needy he is, to the point where he’s literally pleading for you to give him the relief he desires so much.

“just a little while more, i know you can do it.” you close your eyes and savour the pleasure running through your whole body as his tip repeatedly brushes over the familiar spongy spot. To your surprise, you feel a hot tear drip onto your collar bone and open your eyes to see him tearing up, legs trembling as he tries his best to hold himself together.

“aw, is my dear captain crying?”

“sh- shut up and let me cum brat,” he chokes out. you rest your hands on his back and run your fingers down his muscles as you finally let him release inside you. He lets out a string of mumbled curses as you both ride out several waves of pleasure, your pussy squeezing out every drop of seed he has while you’re breathing his name.

it feels so much more intense this time, and he can’t even think straight as he lets the last of his cum spurt deep inside you. he loves the thought of you taking him so well, letting him fill you up so that hopefully one day you’ll have his children.

But for now, all levi can do is sigh in relief as he slowly pulls out. you’re worn out and satisfied, and he can’t help but curse softly when a mixture of yours and his fluids begin to ooze out of your folds and pool below you.

“come here.” you whisper, letting his body collapse onto you as his forehead hits the pillow beside your shoulder.

“we should do this more often,” he mumbles, and when you respond, he’s already passed out in your arms.

#levi ackerman smut #levi x reader #levi x reader smut #levi smut #levi ackerman x reader #levi ackerman #attack on titan #levi attack on titan #this took me an hour #screaming without the s #lord i need this irl tbh #levi x fem!reader

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diefxrguns · 1 year

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𝐌𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐁𝐀𝐁𝐘, 𝐈'𝐌 𝐈𝐍 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄

✯pairings- jean kirstein x afab!reader

✯ a/n- do not share my work on other platforms, if you're not comfortable then don't read.

✯synopsis- jean kirstein has had a crush on his best friend's younger sister for a while now, but it's not exactly a crush per se.

✯c/w- smut

" move baby, move baby I'm in love"

He was honestly afraid, he was afraid of loosing the friendship he had with Connie Springer, your older brother. You weren't particularly "close" with the older boy- named Jean Kirstein. But you were safe around him, ya know .

You felt a sense of comfort around the man, he was a few years older then you. You being 18 and Jean being 22.

Jean always escorted you to your small car after a party, just to make sure you're safe and sound.

His hands on your shoulder when the two of you went into a convenience store, late at night to get Connie some things. He did this to show the people there, that he was there.

Your body sprawled out underneath Jean, as his hand was on your mouth. Helping you conceal the lewd sounds that were escaping your mouth- with every thrust.

This was so fucking wrong, in so many ways. It was immoral almost.

Fucking his best friend's little sis, his longer hair falling his sweaty face. And one of his hands gripping your boob.

If Springer found out, you'd be dead. No Jean would be dead actually.

" Mhmmm" was all you could manage to say even though your mouth was covered by his hand.

Truthfully you wanted to scream, you wanted to scream so loud. It was all to overwhelming for you. You always had feelings for Jean. Just the way his eyes pierced through your soul. His hair, his tattoos, his muscles...

When you two were left alone, he took the opportunity. And he liked you too, he was overly protective, so that's an obvious sign of attraction.

" Yeah, you taking me so well hon, keep silent for me yeah" he said through heavy breaths

You did nothing but nod under him, with tear filled eyes and your hand gripping his wrist. Your legs over his shoulders, as he thrusted into you slowly.

" Oh, Oh fuck I'm gonna cum in this pussy yeah. Hmmm you'd like that hey- you'd like if I cum and make your pussy all creamy with my spunk" he said, his orgasm on route.

As he continued to thrust into your tight cunt, making wet noises that were getting louder by the second... Your orgasm hit you like a buss going full speed on a highway.

" Oh, mmmhmm" the sounds escaping your lips but were muffled due to his hand still on your mouth.

" Yeah, fuck- oh, you like that hmmm. I bet you love that don't ya" he said as he came but pulled out, his semen falling onto your pink sheets below

He let go of your mouth, making you gasp for some fresh air.

Your hair all messy and your body sweaty, your breathing heavy as he plopped on your bed next to you.

He hugged your small body as you fell asleep in his muscular arms- covered with tattoos.

His head resting on your shoulder, as you both dozed off.

From then on, you and Jean kept fucking. Everytime Connie left you were banging the shit out of each other. Even in his car when he dropped you off. After all that time, things still never got official between you two.

Maybe Jean just wasn't ready for a relationship, but apart of you always thought it was because he was using you for easy sex.

Gradually as time passed, the sexual energy between you and Jean could be seen by your other friends, including Connie.

"So Y/N why is Jean looking at you so much?" Asked Historia as she whispered in your ear.

Across the room, sat Jean with Eren, Connie, Armin, Reiner and Berthold.

It was game night, something your friend group did, every Friday night. It was kind of like a "tradition"

" Um I don't know Krista, He's probably just staring into space" you said tucking a strand of hair behind your ear akwardly

" Don't fucking lie, we see the way he's staring. Maybe it's the dress?" Said Sasha loudly, making the boys look at you all at once

" What about a dress? " Asked Armin looking at the group of girls

" She looks fucking hot, that's what this dress things about, Hey Y/N" said Annie in a somewhat sarcastic yet complementing manner

" Well Y/ N is fucking hot though" said Reiner munching on some chips

" That's enough boys, let's start the game shall we" said Connie, obviously and visibly uncomfortable by the remarks about his baby sister.

The game was a game of truth or dare, but not the regular truth or dare games that ask boring questions. This game was extremely provocative asking the most sexual questions.

" Alright, it landed on Armin... Truth or dare" asked Connie as he looked at Armin

" Hmm... Well.. I'll say truth- yeah truth" said Armin

" Who's your crush, you have to tell us" asked Connie holding back his laugh

Armin's face was bright red, as he froze. The boys knew who he liked but Armin never dared to tell anyone his secret. It was now or never I guess ...

" A-A.. I like Annie" Armin said as he looked away quickly

Annie's eyes widened as she blushed slightly, she found Armin so adorable and smart. In all honesty Annie could see herself with the younger boy.

" Ok next, it's Reiner" said Connie

" Truth or dare Ox" said Connie in a sarcastic manner, obviously joking with the bigger male

" It's truth for me" said Reiner clearly unfazed

" Ok who do you like? " Asked Connie with a big fat smirk on his face

" Well, that's interesting... She's sitting here right now. I mean, I've had my eyes on her forra while now- but she's playing hard to get. " Said Reiner with a smirk

" C'mon bro, who is she?" Asked Jean punching Reiners shoulder

" Y/N of course, I mean just look at her. Sorry Connie but your sister is 11/10, 100/10 in a bikini" said Reiner

And the room suddenly went quite, Connie held his arm awkwardly but never said a word, he wasn't to pleased. But Jean on the other hand was pissed. He wanted you all to himself, and in all honesty Jean disliked Reiner just because of how unnecessary Reiner could be.

" Well... Um, let's move on. Truth or dare Jean" asked Armin

" Dare" Jean said with his jaw clenched and his eyes darting at you

" I dare you to kiss anybody, anyone in the room"

That's when Jean got up and gave you the best kiss of a lifetime. His tongue entering your mouth and his hands found their way to your waist, grabbing you tight.

Reiner and Connie did nothing but gawk as gasps could be heard.

He was tired of waiting, he was tired of competing... You were his and his only.

" Fuck this shit, let's go Y/N. And to set this fucking thing straight, Connie- I've been fucking your sister. And I love it, I love her" said Jean as he grabbed your hand and walked out the house.

" I love you" he said as he drove away

(⁠˙⁠❥⁠˙⁠)⁠ﾉa/n- this was so rushed ughh, kind of mid too. But anyways hope you enjoyed it

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arlerts-angel · 2 months

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armin arlert x afab!reader

warnings: m+f masturbation | noncon voyeurism

thinking about armin walking in on you masturbating.

he gets so flustered initally. his face is bright red and burning. if you asked him, he'd say his heart nearly stopped.

but now he just can't get the image of you fucking your pretty little puffy pussy out of his head.

the adrenaline must've went straight to his cock. he never in a million years would've gotten the idea to watch you do something so lewd, let alone jerk off to it.

yet here he is; back against the wall, fucking his fist, peeking his head into your slightly ajar door to jerk himself off in time with you.

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#armin arlert smut #armin arlert x reader smut #armin smut #armin x reader smut #aot smut #attack on titan smut #x reader smut #aot x reader smut #attack on titan x reader smut

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ambassadorarlert · 11 months

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HEAT WAVES... (Armin Arlert x afab!reader)

0.5 IS THERE SOMEBODY WHO CAN WATCH YOU? (main menu | spotify) 18+ MDNI NSFW ↳ summary: ...Armin begins to realize just how much he likes you ↳ warnings: obsession, swearing, Hange has they/them pronouns, brief mention of drug use ↳ genre: hurt/comfort, comedy ↳ word count: 12k

“Would you like some help with those?” Armin politely offered.

The kitchen was starting to go dim from the pending sunset. Everyone was outside apart from you and Armin. You stood at the sink washing the remaining dinner dishes. Armin figured he’d offer to help since he was the last to leave the table from dinner. You quickly glanced over your shoulder at him and smiled.

“I wash and you dry?” You suggested.

Armin nodded and joined your side at the sink. For every dish you scrubbed and rinsed, Armin took the towel to dry them off and place them back in their designated spots. You worked together quietly, watching everyone play outside through the kitchen window.

You were among the new Levi Squad assigned to protect Eren and Historia. You were all posted in a cabin deep into the woods. It was set far out enough to where you could make a reasonable amount of noise without being detected. Naturally, screaming and yelling probably wasn’t the best idea.

Eren and Jean’s competitive arguing turned into a fist fight very quickly. They fought like this at least once a week and no one else was really phased by them throwing hands at each other. Everyone continued to do just as they were, paying them no attention. Jean and Eren could never seem to put their differences aside, and they always had to hash it out until the last man stood.

It did get on Armin’s nerves sometimes. Why couldn’t there just be one moment of peace among comrades and friends? Armin inhaled and rolled his eyes as he dried off a dinner plate.

“They should just get married already.” He said under his breath. He watched as Jean was currently losing.

Armin’s sarcastic comment made you burst into laughter. You clamped your eyes shut, lips spread out into a genuine smile, nose crinkled in amusement. He paused.

His heart began to pick up speed, and his throat suddenly got very agitated and dry. Armin’s face flooded with blush. His chest swelled with the fact that he was the one to make you laugh, a glorious sound he didn’t realize he had grown quite fond of. Something had changed within him. A flame had been lit inside Armin’s stomach, and you were apparently holding the match.

He couldn’t tear his eyes away from you as you came down from your giggle fit. You resumed washing out the cup you put a halt on cleaning, and handed it to Armin for him to dry.

“You’re silly.” You sighed.

—

Chilly in here, was the first thought that arrived in Armin’s mind.

He sat up and shivered, holding his arms to his chest as a chill went through him. He didn’t have a shirt on, or any clothes actually. He took a quick tired look around the room. Your room. A blue hue was casted across all of your things. Armin spotted that the window was completely open. If it was this cold for him, someone who ran a warmer body temperature due to his peculiarity, he couldn’t really imagine how cold it must be for you.

With his mind fogged with sleep, he noted how unwise it was to leave your window open this way. So, Armin got up to close it. He tried to keep his eyes half shut so he could stay in the state of sleepiness he was in. By the time he got to the window and tried to quietly shut it, Armin was already starting to become more alert and awake. He was used to being up at this hour anyway. He paused to at least put his pants back on before going back to stand in an open window. All of his clothes were nicely folded across the back of a chair, and his shoes placed politely next to yours.

While Armin continued to wrestle with your sticky bedroom window, he noticed the pretty view of the pier and ocean in the distance. The water sparkled and glittered. A sliver of sunshine lined the horizon. Armin could hear the seagulls calling to each other from where he was standing.

He stared out the window, wistfully coming to his senses. Armin checked the time using your wristwatch on the bedside table. It was five-thirty in the morning. Every now and then, a person would walk on the sidewalk or a car would drive by. Armin wondered who they might be and where they might be going. He spotted a man walking with a strange black and white spotted dog, a woman and small child strolling hand in hand, and a boy on a bicycle. A fascinating contraption.

Armin wondered if any of those people had seen Eren. It was extremely unlikely that any of them did. But, if on the slim chance that they had, perhaps they saw him sitting on a bench enjoying the weather, or talked to him at a tavern, or even walked past him on the street. The world outside of the walls was far bigger than Armin could ever comprehend, and somehow his understanding of that was exceeded now that Eren was out there on his own.

What would the scouts do now that they not only let Eren slip away again, but they also lost the Attack titan in foreign and unknown territory? Armin hadn't really been keeping up with the Marleyean tabloids after the conference about Eldians being denied every basic human right, but Armin pictured that it wasn’t great. He hadn’t had the time to come up with a scenario on how to combat that. A sudden yet dull pain pierced through the top of his head, and into the back of his eye.

Armin was snatched back to his current reality when a noise from the present moment caught his attention. You moved your legs around under your blanket, shuffling and getting into a more comfortable position. With a little groan, you rolled onto your side. You turned to the open room, laying where Armin could see your face. Armin studied every detail, basking in this moment. If only he could pause time and stay in the memory of the night before. This particular second of bliss was enough to subside the ache from missing Eren. Armin didn’t want to think about him right now. He pushed Eren out of the front of his brain temporarily, and started to debate whether he should keep his distance, or suck it up and hold you the way he always envisioned

Armin has never seen a person sleep so peacefully. Your lips were gently separated, light breathing escaping from in between. Your eyelashes fluttered. The early morning shadows of blue, gray, and black did your beauty justice. He helped himself to sitting in the window, perching like an owl. He brought his thighs to his chest, chin resting on his knees, and arms wrapped around his shins. Armin watched your chest rise and fall with each breath. Somehow in the few hours Armin had slept, you had gotten more beautiful. He took his bottom lip in between his teeth. There was something rather tranquil about watching you sleep so soundly. His mind fell silent, except for the number rising in his head as he accidentally started counting every breath you took.

Three… Four… Five…

In his pretend scenarios Armin made up as he lay awake restless at night, he was always the big spoon. There was a gaping hole in his chest as he imagined holding you to his chest at night. He so badly wanted to be the one you curled up to, the one you sought comfort from in the dark. But for some reason, Armin was frozen. He dared not touch you, even though he was just as desperate for you now as he was hours ago. Armin wanted to crawl back into your bed and wrap himself around you. Or, embrace you in his arms. He didn’t really have a preference, he just wanted to be close to you. However, he kept his distance. He shrunk himself away as if you were the one who could explode at a whim. Armin had been fawning over you for so long and now that he actually could call you his, it seemed like an unforgiving joke.

Armin wasn’t funny like Connie, no matter how many times you may laugh at his jokes and tell him that he is. He could style and cut his hair any way he wanted, and he still wouldn’t be as handsome as Eren. Armin knew he would never be as strong as Levi-- or anyone else in the entire military at that, and there was no way he could compete with Jean in anything. He seemed to be the whole package.

Twelve… Thirteen… Fourteen…

Along with not being able to compare with any of his comrades, Armin was literally dangerous to be around. The Colossal Titan is powerful. Armin was capable of catastrophic, unpredictable damage, and it would be as easy as snapping his fingers-- not that he would ever have to use the Colossal to do intentional destruction anyway. Still, what business did you have being with someone like that?

Armin thought harder.

Perhaps it was your compassion and preference to see the good in others that made you believe Armin was worthy of your time. Any niceties you’ve shown towards him, he absorbed and hoarded it away like a crow to a shiny piece of metal. That was just the kind of person you were; unbiased and incredibly empathetic. After becoming a soldier, and killing a woman in cold-blood, his definition of what makes a good person and a bad person had become severely warped. The only constant that remained in his opinion was that he genuinely believed that you were authentically good.

Twenty-five… Twenty-six… Twenty-seven…

You would drop whatever it is you're doing to help anyone who needed it, and would give the clothes off your back to someone else. You were excellent at de-escalating arguments, cutting through the tension with patience and getting to the root of an issue with a neutral perspective. A soldier in your own divine right, ruthless and cut throat when you need to be, agile and precise when you’re going in for a kill. So far, you have four titan kills under your belt. Although you didn’t make it in the top ten graduates as a cadet, you were still incredibly intelligent. Any problem seemed easy to solve and didn’t take much brain power. You were brilliant, amusing, resourceful.

Ethereal.

Thirty-eight.. Thirty-nine… Forty…

Armin’s chest swelled with an emotion he had never really felt before. He could feel his hands heating up from the blood suddenly pumping through his body. Pressure began to build in his temples, his psyche was honing in on you while everything else around him began to fade out. Armin’s heart began to increase speed and there was an icky feeling in his stomach. It rose up into his throat, swelling as he kept counting.

Fifty-seven… Fifty-eight… Fifty-nine… Sixty…

Your people-pleaser attitude had to have come from somewhere. What could you have gone through to make you so resilient to negativity? You and Armin had been subjected to most of the same experiences being on Levi’s Squad and were friends as cadets. However, you existed before you were a soldier. Armin wanted to know what made you tick, what made the gears in your head turn, why your heart was so soft. Troubled childhood? Armin could relate to that. A bad break up? Not so much. Losing countless friends and comrades in the name of humanity? That was something you both, unfortunately, had in common.

Someone as precious as you needed to be protected and cared for, like a little baby bird that had fallen out of the nest. You gave your own time and energy running around to make sure everyone around you was square, but who was there for you whenever you needed it? Of course Mikasa and Sasha were an automatic default. But, who would be there for you if neither of them could fulfill your needs? Who’s shoulder do you rest on when you’re sad, angry, scared? Who tends to your wounds after being miraculous on the battlefield, or when you’re ill? Who do you share thoughts and ideas with? Where do you go when you need to be touched and loved?

Armin immediately scratched that last question out of his head. That icky feeling in his stomach turned sour and sickly. Just as quickly as he had made himself upset, it subsided with the realization that it didn’t matter anymore. Now, it was Armin you would come to if you needed anything. His brain tickled with an idea of a promise, a promise that he would walk to the end of the earth to fulfill. Whatever it was you needed, wanted, desired, Armin would be there to make it happen.

One hundred and eleven… One hundred and twelve…

Within the instant it took Armin to only blink, you had shot up and out of your tranquil sleep. A strange gasp for air squeezed itself from your throat. Armin jumped, shrinking back in sudden and blind fear. He put his hands out to protect his face and chest. Your eyes were wide and crazed.

Your heart was beating so hard, you thought for a moment that you were going to be sick. Your head pounded, mind fogged with the grogginess of an interrupted sleep and the surprise of a nightmare. You gripped your comforter as if your life had depended on it.

“Are you alright?” Armin tested. You blinked. Your environment became clearer upon hearing his voice.

Your eyes shifted to him in the corner of the room, sitting in the windowsill. He had one knee up, a hand pressed to his chest, and leaning against the glass. Armin stared at you incredulously. You weren’t sure which was worse; Having a terrible nightmare or the embarrassment of Armin seeing you wake up from one. You took both of your hands and quickly rubbed your eyes.

“Yeah. I just had a bad dream.” You muttered quietly.

“I have those too, sometimes. Do you want to… talk about it?” Armin asked. He put his body at ease, tucking his hands under his thighs.

You paused. Now that you were awake, you couldn’t recall a single detail about anything, but you remembered it feeling so real. You took a quick look into your shaky palms. The lines in your hands were just the same as they had always been.

“I don’t remember.” You shook your head.

You gave Armin a glance up and down. One side of his face was lit by the window, while the other was shaded by the darkness of the hotel room. His right eye glistened brighter than the other. You could see just how admiral his eyes were. Armin was as beautiful outside as he was inside. He stared at you softly, unsure of what he should do next. A question arose in your mind.

“Were you watching me sleep?” You questioned with one eyebrow raised.

You were mostly teasing. It was quite obvious that he had been looking out of the window, since you noticed it was now closed. You found it more surprising that Armin had actually stayed through the night instead of sneaking out at his earliest convenience. You saw Armin’s shadowed shoulders shrink.

“N-Not in a weird way…” He chuckled sheepishly. Armin took his tongue in between his teeth.

Your chest tightened looking at him. It was clear that Armin had just woken up. His blonde hair was frizzed in some places. His eyes were puffy with sleep. He looked so cute and sweet this way. What your eyes were really clued in on was how tragically gorgeous he was without a shirt on. Your memory matched the way his muscles felt under your fingers, in the dark, to how they looked in front of you.

The sweat that lingered on your skin felt gross. You could smell the salt of the sea in your hair as well as a faint hint of Armin’s own scent. You drew in a deep, grounding breath. There was a funny taste on your lips. An aftertaste of Armin kissing your lips after he had gone down on you just the night before. Your stomach churned with butterflies.

“I’m going to take a shower.” You declared. You threw the covers off of you and stood up.

“Oh, okay.” Armin spoke, slightly stunned by the change of environment and mood. He also wasn’t aware that you were wearing just a shirt.

His eyes were helplessly glued to your legs as you walked to the bathroom. You paused in the door frame and stretched your back out with your arms over your head, a yawn slipping in between. The hem of your shirt raised to reveal your backside. Armin bit his tongue harder.

“You can join me if you want to.” You invoked.

There was an articulation in your voice that sent Armin’s heart racing. It made his ears perk up, his blood flow harder in his veins, his attention firmly grasped. He began to faintly taste blood. Your voice was low and inviting. You batted your eyelashes at him as you waited for him to spit an answer.

This was another marvelous opportunity to be close with you. Private showers such as these were not a luxury at your headquarters on Paradise. The shower room was not co-ed, and the stalls were less than private. He might not ever have a chance like this with you back home.

“You don’t have to. I just thought I’d offer.” You shrugged.

Then, you closed the door, leaving Armin awkwardly on the other side.

You turned on the hot water and got your shower started. The bathroom quickly began to fill with steam. You were starting to realize that teasing Armin was fun. He either took it way too seriously, not understanding the underlying joke or sarcasm, or he clapped back with something as witty and crude. Armin was hilarious in his own way, when he wasn’t trying to be.

Flirting with him was different. You liked how easily flustered he could get, his cheeks and ears flushing pink whenever you taunted and made eyes at him. Armin had to recollect his thoughts and think before he spoke. Seeing the wheels turn under his blonde hair was entertaining.

Just when the shower was exactly how you liked it, you stepped in and began to gently wash your face under the hot water. You squint your eyes shut as you let your hair get completely soaked, doing a little turn to get wet evenly. As you did so, you heard the sound of the bathroom door being opened and shut very gently. An odd, ceramic on ceramic clack noise followed closely after.

You moved a corner of the shower curtain away, peeking out to see what exactly Armin was doing. He was fully dressed, minus the vest he wore yesterday. His button up shirt was lazily done, meeting halfway up his chest. Armin made himself comfortable on the lid of the toilet. You watched him curiously while he shuffled his feet around and tucking his hands in between his legs. He didn’t seem to notice that you were looking at him and observing him decide on if he wanted his feet on the floor or if it was more comfortable to cross his legs. He tucked his ankles together, making his position work.

That wasn’t necessarily what you meant by inviting him to join you, but you couldn’t really blame him. The gesture to simply keep you company wasn’t surprising. You remembered how pleased Armin was just from sitting outside of the bathroom door while you did your makeup for the Eldian Rights conference about a month ago. The way Armin’s bashfulness flip-flopped was interesting and slightly perplexing. You shrugged to yourself. As long as Armin was content, then you didn’t seem to mind him hanging out.

“I’m glad you stayed the night.” You spoke out over the loud water.

Armin sat up straighter. He looked in the direction of your voice, not being able to see you by the solid teal shower curtain. A smile tugged on the corner of his lips.

“Captain Levi isn’t doing bed checks anymore, so I figured I’d get away with it.” He lightly laughed.

You took your shampoo and worked it deep within your scalp.

“What are your plans for the day?” You wanted to know.

“Oh, I don’t know. Maybe do some more work. Reading… and stuff. What about you?” Armin sighed. He rubbed the back of his neck anxiously. What he was anxious for was unclear.

You hummed as you continued to scrub the grimy natural salt from your hair.

The date to the pier served as a successful distraction from the current every day drama of Eren’s vanishment. It was wonderful to spend time with Armin alone, refreshing to see him in multiple rays of new light. As your boyfriend, out and about in a striking and adventurous new world, feeling and appearing more human that he had been dragged out of a dark and depressing hotel room. Armin had been his usual self for the first time in weeks. You wanted to keep the spark going.

“I figured when I’m done, we’d get breakfast together.” You suggested. For a brief second, you changed the water from hot to cool to rinse the shampoo from your head. You shut your eyes as you spoke.

Armin switched from sitting to standing. He planted his feet in front of the sink and used the side of his hands to wipe condensation off of the mirror. He looked at his reflection, not recognizing himself for a split millisecond. His hair was tossed every which way, eyes still swollen with sleep. He used his ring finger to scrape a piece of crud from the inner corner of his eye. There was a foul taste in his mouth that he hoped you didn’t get a whiff of. Armin absentmindedly pulled the mirror open, revealing a rather empty medicine cabinet. He wasn’t sure what he was expecting. At least a tube of toothpaste. Armin closed it back.

On the edge of the bathroom sink was a small brown bag. Armin had seen you carry it around a handful of times, and watched as you rummaged around through it for whatever you happened to be looking for. He wasn’t sure what exactly you kept in it. You were always pulling seemingly random items out of it, then haphazardly throwing them back inside. It was sewn in a rather boxy-square shape, but you had so much stuff jammed inside, it looked more round. Perhaps you had toothpaste in there.

“Hmm,” Armin groaned. “I still have a lot of-” Armin began, but you interrupted him.

“Aw, please?” You politely begged.

Unbeknownst to Armin, you had taken a pause in gathering your conditioner in your hand as you waited for him to respond. You were hoping that the pleading in your tone would make him change his mind.

And unbeknownst to you, your tone melted Armin right in his spot. How could he decline your sweet offer now? His heart clenched unexpectedly. Out of context, he might have thought he was going into cardiac arrest. Your toiletry bag was already unzipped. Armin pulled it open more. Maybe you wouldn’t mind if he looked inside for toothpaste.

“Alright then.” He chuckled. He really didn’t try to hold his ground. Whatever you wanted to do, Armin would willingly do it.

You did a shimmy of giddiness, and continued to work your conditioner in your hair.

The smell of whatever you were using in the shower filled Armin’s nostrils with a scent he was familiar with. A blanket of domestic comfort wrapped around his shoulders as he lightly dug around in your bag. It was packed with little tubes and bottles of… things. Armin picked up a few items, held them to the light to get a glimpse of what might be inside. Some of them were half empty, and others were on their last leg of product.

Why did you have so much? What did they all do? Why are most of them empty?

Armin couldn’t help himself, curiosity had bested him. He had already found the tube of toothpaste he suspected that you had, but couldn’t stop himself from looking deeper inside. Some of it was obviously makeup. There was a strange metal contraption, like a pair of tongs but the ends were curved and elongated. Armin snapped them open and shut, eyeing it suspiciously. He hadn’t the faintest clue what he was looking at. He put it aside, and kept looking.

One thing he noticed was that most of the bottles and tubes were labeled or had labels. Even though he read them all, he couldn’t comprehend what they were for or what they did. However, one simply did not have a name. With his interest further piqued, he unscrewed the cap and gave it a whiff. The smell that he came to adore so much smacked him in the face.

Soft, sweet, with just a tinge of amber. Armin smelled it whenever you walked by him in the mess hall. He could catch it on the breeze whenever you were all sitting outside, hanging out and talking about nothing. The scent danced on all your pillows, clothes, and skin. Armin took another inhale of it as if it were oxygen itself. He could have died right there in ecstasy.

“Hey, yo?” Some called suddenly from the inside of your hotel room, just on the other side of the bathroom door.

Armin jumped at the unexpected visitor. Armin stepped back from the sink with the bottle still clenched tightly in his hand. His fingers moved quickly to screw the cap back on.

“Connie?” You called out, poking your head out from the shower curtain.

Armin froze, shoving his hands in his pockets.

You and Armin both knew Connie would ask questions and make assumptions. In this case, they would be true and there would be no way Armin could deny any of it. Jean knew how to mind his own business, but not Connie. Connie would tease and pry for any detail he could get.

“What should I do?” Armin mouthed to you.

There was literally nowhere for him to hide.

“Oh, are you in the shower? Can I come in real quick, I have something important to tell you.” Connie asked regretfully, sounding sorry to bother you.

Armin’s eyes were wide with horror. You bit your tongue, thinking of the only thing that you could do. You reached out of the shower, grabbed Armin by his shoulder, and pulled him in with you. The water began to soak his hair and the front of his pants and shirt. You slapped your hand over Armin’s mouth as he clumsily slipped and exclaimed at being unexpectedly handled. You put a finger to your lips, hushing Armin as he squeaked quietly under your palm.

“You can come in.” You announced over the sound of the running water.

You heard the bathroom door creak open.

“I have my eyes covered, I’m not looking! I can’t see anything!” Connie proclaimed.

The smog of the bathroom escaped and a rush of cool air came in behind Connie. He hid his face with one hand while the other was extended in case he ran into anything. Connie took tiny steps as well.

“It’s fine, the curtain is solid. What do you have to tell me?” You politely pressed.

Connie removed his hand from his eyes and blinked. He looked around your bathroom as his eyes adjusted and his thoughts realigned.

“Are you almost done? Hange and Levi want us all together to talk. Sasha went to get Mikasa, so I came to get you.” Connie explained.

You and Armin locked eyes. You furrowed your brows at each other.

“Talk about what?” You wanted to know.

Now would be Armin’s third time seeing you naked. You were just as stunning naked in the shower, a less sexual context, as you were in bed. The way the water rolled down your body, soap suds bubbling on your skin, hair soaked in product and dripping. It was longer than Armin thought it was, now that it was wet. He almost couldn’t stand it. Armin swallowed to try and keep his growing bulge under control, but he was too infatuated with your figure and too startled by Connie’s unexpected appearance. He kept his eyes up to the ceiling so as to not just stand and stare, focusing on what Connie was saying.

“This whole Eren business, I assume.” Connie sighed.

“Oh,” you replied. “I kinda just got started, but I’ll be out soon.” It was all you could say.

“I’ve been thinking,” Connie began.

Oh, God! You thought to yourself. Anytime Connie said that, it was usually followed up with something so dumb, you seriously doubted if he thought much at all. You hoped Connie wouldn’t say something unintentionally ignorant.

“Eren’s been so sluggish lately. Maybe he’s older than we predicted and he crawled off somewhere to die? Dogs do it all the time. I feel, like, if Eren actually was coming back he would have already.” Connie explained.

You sucked the back of your teeth.

“That’s a terrible thought, Connie. Don’t say that in front of everybody.” You warned.

“I know, I know. I just think it’s fucked up, you know? The way Eren just dropped everything and left us behind. Especially Mikasa and Armin, after everything they’ve done for him.” Connie ranted.

You squeezed your eyes shut. The secondhand embarrassment made you want to dissolve down the drain. All you could muster up was a hum of neither approval or disagreement. Connie carried on with his rant.

“I don’t know what Eren and Mikasa’s dynamic is but I’ll tell you what, she does not deserve him. He always treated her like some side piece he could care less about. The way he always pushed her away and hollered in her face made me so angry sometimes. I stayed out of it, because it’s not really my business, but sometimes I really wanted to tell him to just fuck off of Mikasa for just a minute.” Connie preached.

He took a quick look at his reflection. Connie ran his tongue over his pearly white teeth and smoothed a stray eyebrow hair only he would notice. He then flashed himself a handsome smile.

You stayed silent.

The more Connie vented, the smaller Armin felt. Although Connie did have a point about Eren being rude to Mikasa often, he was positive that it was never as intentional as it may appear. He knew in his heart that Eren didn’t mean to hurt Mikasa, he was just an independent man who was set in some of his ways. Mikasa was doting and compassionate not just to Eren, but to everyone. Armin included. It was in her nature to care just as it was in Eren’s nature to…

“And don’t fuckin’ get me started on-” Connie wanted to add. He did a quick flex in the mirror. However, you put an end to his raving.

“Connie, I really can’t talk right now. I’m getting soap in my mouth!” You lied. The signal in Connie’s brain finally started to fire up.

“Right, right, right. I’ll tell the ole Cap’n you’ll be there soon. By the way, have you seen Armin? He’s not in his room.” Connie mentioned before he completely turned on his heel to leave. You took a pause. Despite the warm water, your toes ran cold as ice.

“Strange. No, I haven’t.” You fibbed again, looking Armin directly in his pretty blue eyes. A glaze of sadness fell over his irises.

“Well, when did you see him last? Did you both go to-” Connie began to think too hard. You interrupted him again.

“Connie. Soap in mouth.” You reminded him coldly.

“Alright, alright. Put some hustle on it, you know the captain doesn’t like to wait around.” On that note, Connie shut the bathroom door.

You and Armin held your breaths until you were both certain that the coast was clear. After the sound of the hotel room door closed shut, you released your hand from Armin’s mouth.

He said nothing. His eyes looked somewhere else, not at you or really anywhere. The front of his hair and clothes were now soaked. He looked like a little wet kitten left out in the rain. You pouted at him, knowing that his feelings may have been hurt from Connie’s unsolicited opinion. It was no ones fault, as Connie wouldn’t have known Armin was there. You could still imagine the sting of his words. A hand reached out to brush Armin’s wet hair off of his forehead. Before your fingers could touch him, Armin moved to get out.

“I’m going to go change my clothes.” He said simply. He couldn’t hide the melancholy in his voice.

His tone had definitely shifted. The dark cloud that had been hanging over him for weeks had returned.

Armin’s heart thumped as he booked it to the private dining room. He managed to sneak back to his room, and change out of his wet clothes without getting caught. A million and one thoughts went through his mind as he hurried to be on time, knowing how unpleasant it was to keep Levi waiting.

Armin swallowed Connie’s words with a giant grain of salt. Hearing Connie voice his true opinion in what he thought was a safe space did hurt, he would not deny that, but he didn’t hold it past him. No matter how often Eren and Jean fought, the two of them plus Armin himself and Connie were the closest thing to brothers that they all had. Connie and Eren pulled numerous pranks on everyone, you being a common target. The greatest stunt they achieved together was setting about twenty frogs loose in your bedroom just before a cleaning inspection. Connie was the only person Eren could be mischievous around and not be told off about it.

Armin wasn’t the only person who was offended by Eren’s departure. Connie was also grieving a lost friendship, and said the first words that came to his mind. That’s all that was.

The only context Armin has was that Hange and Levi wanted to talk about Eren, but nothing more was given. Perhaps they had heard from him, or even found him. If not brought back in person, then at least a location was known. Or, even better, maybe Armin would lock sight on Eren as soon as he walked into the room. He would be in once piece, profusely apologize and explain what had happened to him for weeks on end. Maybe Armin was right about Eren getting his memories confused and gotten himself lost. Maybe he was kidnapped and managed to escape. Maybe he had another motive that the scouts couldn’t know about at the moment for good reason. Armin’s chest fluttered with hope.

Armin pushed the doors open, a fraction of that hope had diminished when he took account that Eren was not there. He greeted everyone, sheepishly closing the doors behind him as he did so.

“Good morning, Armin! How’d you sleep?” Hange cheerfully greeted, smiling wildly at him.

In the face, they could tell that Armin had low spirits. But physically, he appeared fine, as if he hadn’t been decaying away in a hotel room alone for weeks on end. Armin appeared to be wearing fresh clothes, and Hange could faintly smell soap on him. At least he had been keeping up with his personal hygiene. They were quite relieved that Armin seemed fine for the most part. Perhaps a day in the sun is what he needed after all. Hange made a mental note to give you your credit for your idea, as it seems to have done him good.

“I slept alright.” Armin shrugged, downplaying his night and trying not to blush.

Sleeping next to you was some of the best sleep he had gotten in weeks.

Hange and Levi made sly eye contact as Armin kept his head down and found a seat at the table. Their telepathic minds sent each other the same thoughts. Hange had made themselves comfortable at the head on the table, while Levi sat off to their left as usual. Levi said nothing. He kept his arms folded in the moments where he wasn’t reaching for his tea.

“Where’ve you been?” Jean asked Armin.

Jean was finishing the last of his breakfast. Armin sat across from him, deciding to skip out on food so early in the morning. Armin’s anxiety levels were on one thousand. He bounced his leg under the table. For now, it was currently Jean and Connie sitting and eating. If Armin ate anything, he might not be able to keep it down.

“What do you mean? I was in my room.” Armin lied through his teeth.

He figured Jean was the one who went looking for him. Jean put a pause on raking some eggs onto his fork.

“No you weren’t. I was just in there looking for you.” Jean raised an eyebrow.

Jeans questioning was not helping with Armin’s uneasiness. Of course now Jean would try to pry for answers in front of Connie and superiors. Armin swallowed, and kept his composure.

“What’s up with your hair?” Jean asked another question. Armin was taken back.

“I just washed it. Why, w-what’s wrong with my hair?” Armin reached up to smooth it down flat. He had no way of seeing his reflection, and he didn’t really have time to comb through and style it nicely.

“I like it!” Hange chimed in. “It’s wet and wild. It’s sexy!” They beamed.

Armin’s face pooled pink. No one had ever referred to anything about him as sexy, and coming from Hange made him slightly embarrassed. Hange didn’t care. They dramatic tossed their own hair around on their head, one thick piece covering their eyepatch, giving Armin a smolder.

Shortly after Armin’s arrival, Sasha and Mikasa appeared. Sasha was already dressed for the day, which was surprising because she was usually in more casual and comfortable clothes until it was absolutely necessary for her to change. Mikasa had definitely seen better days, though no one dared to speak up on that. Armin could tell that she hadn’t been getting a lot of rest either. She appeared thinner in the face, with rings under her gray eyes.

Armin immediately noted your absence, but kept his lips sealed tight. He put his hands together in his lap and squeezed.

“Right, so now that everyone is here,” Hange began. Their voice changed from being playful to quite serious. Armin’s heart skipped.

“Hang on,” Levi interrupted, raising his hand to put Hange on pause. “Where is Y/N?”

The sound of Connie’s fork stabbing into his plate followed behind Levi’s question. He poked at the sausages, half already being stuffed in his mouth.

“I went to go get them, but they were in the middle of takin’ a shower.” Connie said with his cheeks full of food. Levi cringed.

“Stop talking with your mouth full.” Levi snapped. He folded his arms back into their natural position. Connie quickly chewed, and harshly swallowed.

“My bad— I mean, yes sir. Sorry, sir.” Connie apologized.

“That’s not a problem, we can just wait! Let everyone get some food in their systems before we begin!” Hange declared, adjusting their rectangular glasses.

Mikasa and Armin were the only two who hadn’t helped themselves to food. Mikasa was too busy eyeing Armin down from across the table. She looked at him, through him, and beyond. Her eyes were judgmental. Armin already knew what she was criticizing him for: last night's rendezvous.

Armin couldn’t break his eyes away from Mikasa. A mild sweat started to break out on his temple. He had almost forgotten that Mikasa technically had caught him in the act of sneaking into your hotel room. What did she know? Perhaps it was your ridiculously squeaky bed frame that gave away the events of the evening, or maybe Armin himself was just too loud? What if you and Armin both were overheard? Armin briefly looked away, and then back to Mikasa, but her gaze remained unbroken. Armin almost couldn’t stand it.

Finally, at last, after about twenty extra minutes of idle chit chat from everyone else, and people filling themselves up for the morning, you walked through the door. You were disheveled, obviously having to put a rush on your morning routine. You had a towel draped around your shoulder as your hair was soaking wet and dripping from the ends. You had to let your conditioner sit for at least fifteen minutes to get the full benefits, and had absolutely no time to dry it normally.

“You’re late.” Levi commented harshly. You stood tall, at full attention.

“I-” You wanted to explain yourself, but Levi wasn’t having it.

“Sit down.”

“Yes, sir.” Your shoulders fell, eyes drawn to your feet as you tried to find somewhere to sit.

Just your luck, there was an empty seat next to Armin. He sat up straighter and pulled the chair out from the table for you to claim. Only you could see how he gently patted the cushion. The corners of his mouth pulled up into an anxious smile. You quietly thanked him as the room suddenly fell silent.

“Alright, now everybody is here…” Hange stood up again.

They sighed heavily. They removed their glasses and began to clean the lenses with the hem of their shirt. You took notice of the frown on their lips, a solemn and regretful look in their eye. With this behavior, and the topic of conversation, you had a feeling that whatever Hange was going to say wasn’t good.

You quickly took a look at all your friends. You and Mikasa widened your eyes at each other. Sasha had taken a pause on her breakfast. Jean rested his elbow on the table with his chin in his palm. Connie mirrored Levi with his arms folded across his chest, but looked more clueless than menacing.

Then you gave Armin a quick scan. His hands were folded in his lap. He pressed his hands together so tightly, he was basically white knuckling himself. His wrists trembled. You drew in a deep breath to compensate for wanting to grab his hand and hold it.

Hange began to speak, lowering their voice to a discreet and intimate tone.

“There’s no easy way to say this, so I’ll get straight to the point. Our situation in Marley is getting more and more dangerous by the second. With the recent verdict on the Eldian race, more and more establishments are demanding blood tests from all patrons. It’s to weed out any roaming Eldian’s, and to keep them in their designated internment zones. Since we’re the native island devils they fear and loathe, it’s too risky to stay here. Not just in the hotel, but in the entire country.”

Hange gently explained. They took a pause so all of their words could soak into six brains at once. Then, they continued.

“The next ship to leave Liberio’s port is scheduled to depart at nine tomorrow morning. So tonight you will all need to be packed, well rested, and ready to leave by at least eight just to be safe.”

A fog of confusion engulfed the room. Everyone present was thinking the same thing, and you all knew what it was. It dangled from the ceiling like a spider on a string of its web, frantically flailing around for a ledge to grab onto. Connie still had his arms crossed over his chest, his eyes fixated on the middle of the table as he listened and nodded. Sasha’s lips twisted into a pout. Jean rubbed his temple. You could hear just how hard Armin was breathing.

Mikasa sat as still as stone, looking blankly at Hange as she asked,

“What about Eren?”

Her words were a punch to everyone’s stomach. Only her voice wavered as she spoke. Her throat bobbed as she swallowed. Tears were starting to tickle her eyes. Without giving each other a single signal or clue, you and Sasha immediately abandoned your seats to be at Mikasa’s side. You wrapped your arms around her shoulders in a hug, her hand holding onto your forearm. Sasha knelt down to the floor, taking Mikasa’s free hand in her own.

“Can I say something?” Connie raised his hand.

“No, you may not.” You hissed.

You couldn’t mentally handle Connie putting his foot in his mouth again, not here in front of everyone else. Connie shut his mouth.

Hange hung their head.

“Eren has been missing in action for weeks. It’s unclear what his situation is, whether he abandoned his duties as a scout or…” Hange stopped themselves.

Everyone remained quiet, waiting for Hange to finish their sentence, but they couldn’t. They couldn’t muster the strength to picture Eren-

“Dead?” Armin had broken his silence.

All eyes turned to him. For some reason, Armin didn’t care about the incredulous looks he was getting. The possibility and reality had crashed onto him. Connie was going to say it anyway, had you not stopped him.

Your heart cracked. If only there was a way you could extend yourself to bring Armin into your embrace along with Mikasa.

“He’s not dead!” Mikasa’s voice echoed.

She broke free from your hug and stood to her full height and slammed her palms on the table. Sasha fell backwards on her ass at the shock. All of the dishes clattered and shook at the impact. Then, she pointed a shaky finger at Armin.

“Take it back!” She demanded. “Eren is alive! I know he is!”

Mikasa left no time for Armin to redact his statement just as she demanded him to. Armin blinked, his head bobbing backward ever so slightly. Mikasa’s neck snapped to Hange.

“Hange, let me stay behind. I’ll keep looking for him, I can find him!” She desperately pleaded.

“That’s not a good idea.” Levi shook his head.

The room had taken a complete one hundred and eighty degree turn. The sound of Levi’s voice alone sent smoke coming out of Mikasa’s ears like a kettle on a flame. You watched Jean cover his ears and squeeze his eyes shut, already becoming overstimulated by the tense environment. Connie’s eyes were as wide as the plate he ate off of. He wasn’t sure if he wanted to watch Mikasa’s meltdown, or avert his eyes somewhere else so as to not wrongfully make eye contact with her and be the next person she yells at. Sasha sat on the floor, frozen, mouth agape and unsure of what to do next.

You bit the inside of your lip. Levi was correct, of course and as usual. It was a terrible idea for Mikasa to say behind. She would have no ally’s or resources to conduct an investigation on a missing soldier on her own. There was no way Armin would allow Mikasa to stay here alone. You knew he would volunteer himself to stay along with Mikasa if he needed to. And if Armin stayed here, then you would have to as well. Even worse, what if Mikasa had been caught as an Eldian from Paradise? You could already visualize the dominoes and how they would fall.

You put a hand on Mikasa’s shoulder and sighed.

“Mika…” You said carefully and softly.

Mikasa turned to you sharply. Her eyes stabbed you in the chest, and your blood ran cold. Mikasa was your best friend, and you weren’t necessarily scared of her, but you definitely didn’t want to be on the sharp end of her attitude.

“Don’t ‘Mika’ me!” She shoved your hand away. “This is wrong and you all know it! We can’t leave Eren, we just can’t! He wouldn’t leave any of us behind!”

The irony in Mikasa’s negotiation made you nauseous. Everyone shifted uncomfortably. Again, no one wanted to say what they were thinking. Mikasa was already incredibly upset. No one wanted to twist the knife. Levi, however, didn’t seem to mind doing so.

“He’s already left us behind. It’s been damn near a month, and that little shit hadn’t bothered to even write to us.” Levi said.

He stood up from his chair. His black hair glistened under the light in the room. His arms were still folded across his chest as he stood to his height.

“I know it sucks because you love him, or whatever. But it’s either we stay here and risk all of our lives on this god forsaken continent, or we escape by the skin of our teeth and leave Eren to fend for himself. We’ve all risked our lives for Eren before, but this is too risky. We’d be putting our whole island at jeopardy if we were busted out as Eldian’s. Does that sound like it’s worth risking, for him?”

Levi’s tangent was heavy. Again, Levi was correct.

Mikasa’s lip wavered. She saw black as anger consumed her aura. She wanted to scream at Levi, tell him to shut up, tell him he was wrong. But her tongue was tied with emotions. A sob left her chest as she took off. She stormed towards the exit, the door practically flying open before her, and disappeared. There was an eerie silence, similar to the calm after a terrible rainstorm. Everyone was too stunned to say or do anything except look at each other.

Sasha was still sitting on the floor. Her mouth hung open in an amazed ‘o.’ Levi sucked the back of his teeth in his signature “tch” and sat back down. Sometimes, it was all he could really say. Sasha stumbled to her feet like a newborn deer.

“Mikasa, wait!” Sasha called. She zoomed to catch up to Mikasa, not even looking back at her comrades or superiors for a reaction

You were absolutely gobsmacked. Yes, Levi was correct on every single point. It wouldn’t be wise to stay, as all of your lives were now on the line. You had no choice but to follow Hange’s orders, but you sympathized with Mikasa more than logic wanted to allow. Leaving Eren behind after everything you all lost, gained, and put at risk for him seemed… unreal. This all felt like a nightmare, as if you were still in your dream from earlier.

“Well, shit.” Connie heaved. He finally felt like he could release the breath he had been holding.

Jean cracked an eye open, examining his surroundings and slowly removing his hands from over his ears. Levi’s lips were drawn together tightly and eyebrows drawn in as he looked up at Hange, both of them shared conscience-stricken glances. It was expected that Mikasa, out of everyone, would be the most upset, but her outburst was magnificent to behold.

Armin had squeezed his hands together so tightly, his fingers had gone numb. His lips were kept straight, hi s face relaxed, but his eyes told all. If Armin really wanted to, he could cry over not seeing Eren again. And if he tried hard enough, he could laugh at the irony. He wasn’t sure where in the lines of this situation it was painted, but he could practically taste it. His irises slowly raised from looking at his lap, to making eye contact with you.

You scanned the room, observing everyone’s body language and mood. You weren’t sure what to say or do next. Out of everyone in the room, you wanted to go to Armin and embrace him, squish him to his chest and squeeze the pain out of his spirit. But, alas. Not here.

Without another word you quickly followed in pursuit behind Sasha, putting in work to keep up behind them both.

Mikasa ran straight to her hotel room and threw herself onto her bed. She screamed in agony into her pillows. It would be no surprise that she might have been heard on other parts of the hotel floor. For a moment, Sasha wrapped herself around Mikasa in a comforting hug. Mikasa sobbed into Sasha’s shoulder, and Sasha didn’t mind her shirt being soiled. She was notoriously terrible at offering advice and providing relief that isn’t humorous, there was little she could do here. You and Sasha exchanged faces at each other, unsure of where to start in unpacking all of this.

“It’s not fair!” Mikasa hollered one time over another.

Mikasa took her pillow in her hands and slammed it against the mattress as hard as she could, continuing her declarations of unfairness as she did so.

You and Sasha swapped places. Since you all would be leaving the next morning, it was best to start packing. Mikasa was fairly organized, so it didn’t take Sasha long to gather Mikasa’s things and put them away in her suitcase. You supported Mikasa’s anger from the sidelines. You were mainly making sure that Mikasa kept abusing her pillow and only her pillow. Lamps, books, and other non-soft breakable items were kept out of Mikasa’s immediate line of sight.

Even though Hange is the mastermind behind the scouts, the designated leader who had final say above everyone else, Mikasa blamed Levi. She swore up and down that it was his idea to leave Eren behind, that Levi never liked Eren to begin with. You and Sasha both knew that was untrue.

“I’m gonna rip that little bitch to shreds!” She gritted her teeth.

Mikasa balled her fists as tightly as she could to refrain herself from punching the walls. Mikasa always gave Levi a side eye, reluctantly following orders and every now and then disobeying them, calling him names whenever he left the room, and voicing certain acts of violence she wanted to inflict on him for the way he treated Eren. Mikasa insisted that Levi treated Eren like a step-child. She never learned, and in the case of Eren, she didn’t care what the repercussion would be for wringing the Captain’s neck.

“Don’t say that!” You tried to hush Mikasa just in case Levi happened to be near.

The fury was short lived. Mikasa huffed, sat back on the edge of her bed and began to cry. From that point on, the tears had not stopped. Her broken sobs had not lightened. You could see all of the pieces of Mikasa’s heart shattered on the floor. Mikasa clawed at her chest, leaving stripes of her fingernails across her flawless skin. She dug into herself as if there was anything she could bring out. Mikasa sunk her face into her pillow and screamed as loud and as hard as she could. All you and Sasha could do was stand in complete awe of the effect this disaster had done to your best friend.

Mikasa has been upset over Eren to the point of tears before. In less grander circumstances, Eren has said a phrase or two that would have hurt Mikasa’s feelings. Eren had never done anything this awful. Connie’s words played back in your mind. Eren was most definitely an asshole more times than not. Mikasa wasn’t the only one, you were a close runner up in some of Eren’s nonsense.

Hair seemed to be one of Eren’s favorite things to pick on. You always kept your hair in two neat braids away from your face. Eren often asked if you knew how to do anything else with it, and would sometimes tug on their curled tails when he thought you weren’t paying attention. In the mess hall, he’d flick small pieces of food at you. Nothing messy to stain your clothes or get on your face, but his aim was just perfect enough that a crust of bread he couldn’t be bothered to eat would land right in your soup. You never wasted time to pluck it out and chuck it back at him. By far, Eren’s favorite prank to pull on you was banging loudly on the door to your living quarters, jiggling the obviously locked handle, and pretending to break in. He did it at odd hours of the night, and sometimes early in the morning.

Through the red lenses of your vision, they were fond memories you would have and hold forever. But you were just too livid to see them from that point of view. Connie was right, after everything Mikasa had done for Eren is this the way he genuinely wants to treat her? Abandoning his post as a soldier, leaving his friends hanging high and dry in unknown and dangerous territory?

The scouts had saved Eren’s ass so many times, and if it wasn’t for any of you he would not be among the living. Armin vouched for him when it was revealed that Eren was really a titan, insisting that he wasn’t dangerous and that his power could be used for good. You thought he had gone mad. The original Levi Squad put their lives on the line to protect Eren against The Female Titan, leaving the other scouts in the dark about the real threat at hand. The caverns under the church was basically in the lowest part of Hell, you were convinced that the Devil himself would jump out from any corner. Nevertheless, you all went down anyway to rescue him and Historia with no real concern for your own lives. It was that day, during the battle with Kenny and his team, when you killed your first man. You did it all for Eren.

And this was the thanks you all got. It made you sick. You stood over Mikasa, lost in your own memories for just a moment, watching her unravel. This was no doubt her biggest heartbreak, and all you could do was watch. Even though Eren was a nightmare sometimes, for the first time in all the years you had known him, you hated him. You hated the way he hurt Mikasa. You hated the way he put Hange in a situation where they had to make a decision to leave him behind. You hated the way you saw Armin psyche break as he couldn’t come to terms with anything. You hated the way Eren left you to pick up his pieces.

“Mikasa, what can we do?” Sasha asked loudly. Mikasa’s crying bounced off of the walls.

“Are you thirsty? Do you want some water?” You cooed to her sweetly.

She declined, shaking her head. Her glossy black hair, that was always so shiny and looked so healthy, swished back and forth. You and Sasha stood over Mikasa as she howled in distress. Her face was wet with tears, snot slowly coming from her nose. The area around her eyebrows and her forehead were beat red. You excused yourself briefly to Mikasa’s bathroom, fetching the entire roll of toilet paper to bring her.

You came back and sat next to her, dabbing at her cheeks. You embraced Mikasa in another hug. Sasha helped herself to sitting on the bed, and took Mikasa’s trembling hand in hers.

You noticed that Sasha was particularly quiet, which was completely understandable. On top of watching her best friend suffer, and generally being awful at giving advice, Sasha was also upset about having to leave Eren. Who would take Eren’s place in their smoke rotation? Definitely not Mikasa, or Armin, or even you. Maybe, if they pressured him enough, Jean might crack. Sasha would have one less plate of leftovers, and one less tray to steal food off of. Sasha’s frown was deep and was quite unsettling to see, since she was always smiling and laughing at something or someone.

Even in the midst of your duty to tend to your best friend in her time of need, Armin couldn’t help but cross your mind. Where was he? What was he doing? How was he doing? Armin couldn’t hide his sorrows even if he sealed them in a vault with a lock and key. You had no idea what had happened in the meeting after you went to chase down Sasha and Mikasa. A sliver of regret pulled at your conscience, wishing you hadn’t left him at the table. Looking back, you probably should have stayed for his comfort.

Mikasa had to have been crying for at least an hour or two straight, and for the first time since coming back to her room her crying had stopped. She had bawled until her body had ran dry. Sasha quickly ran to grab her a glass of water. A drink seemed to calm her down significantly. Her weeping had settled down to pitiful hiccups.

“This is my fault.” Mikasa hushed under her breath. You squeezed her tighter.

“What makes you say that?” You pondered.

There was a pregnant pause. You and Sasha exchanged looks at each other as Mikasa blew her nose again. There was something she was leaving out, something that had gone unsaid until now. You both patiently waited until Mikasa collected herself. Then, she released a hard blow of air from her lungs.

“Do you guys remember when we found Eren at that campground?” Mikasa wondered, asking for context. You and Sasha both nodded.

“I caught Eren talking to that kid, the same kid who took Sasha’s purse. He was acting strange, saying weird stuff. He… He basically asked me what kind of relationship we had, what he meant to me…” Mikasa confessed. Your grip around her shoulders loosened as Mikasa unloaded her conscience.

It was no secret to anyone that Mikasa was head over heels for Eren, but it was unclear what their relationship was defined as. Sometimes, they acted as if they were a couple that had been married for years and years. Mikasa doted on Eren, and they squabbled often. The fact that Mikasa had been adopted by Eren’s parents and were raised together as children blurred some lines.

“What did you say?” You wanted to know.

Mikasa’s throat bobbed as she gulped. Her face twisted up again in a sob. She rubbed her eye with the heel of her hand.

“I told him he was family. I-I must have made him mad. Maybe I said the wrong thing, or maybe I hurt his feelings…” She admitted with a crack in her voice.

Mikasa didn’t have much energy left to continue her full blown weeping, but she shed a couple of more tears from being temporarily hydrated. You rested your head on Mikasa’s shoulder as she sniffled some more.

“Are you fucking kidding me?” Sasha scoffed.

Your neck craned to her slowly, eyes wide with a nonverbal warning to mind her words. No, Sasha wasn’t good at giving advice, but it didn’t stop her from speaking her mind and calling bullshit whenever she saw it. Righteous, outspoken, and fiesty, Sasha was the friend who told it exactly how it was.

“You mean to tell us that Eren disappeared into thin air because he couldn’t stand being rejected? Is that what I’m comprehending right now?”

You weren’t sure where exactly Sasha was going with her tangent, but perhaps whatever she was about to say wasn’t what Mikasa wanted to hear, but rather it was what she needed. You could see Sasha’s anger rising higher and higher.

“So what if you don’t see him from a romantic perspective? That’s not your fault, and it’s not your problem that he can’t deal with his emotions like a normal person.” Sasha explained.

“But I do love him! I-I-I was just too stunned, I didn’t actually know what to say.” Mikasa replied. She twisted a wad of tissue anxiously in her hands.

“And that’s completely valid, don’t get me wrong! However, we’re here in Marley on a mission. He shouldn’t have fucked off the way he has. Look at you! You’re crying like someone just murdered your puppy. I’ve never seen you be so upset. You’ve barely eaten and barely slept in weeks.” Sasha pointed out. She spoke with her hands, waving them up, down, and around.

“And even Armin had problems coping! Y/N had to lure him out of his rabbit hole just so he could get some fresh air and sunlight!”

Your heart skipped a beat at the sound of you and Armin’s name being mentioned in the same sentence. You still hadn’t told Sasha or Mikasa anything about Armin. Eventually, you would, perhaps when you returned back home. Now, it seemed inappropriate to speak about your new relationship while Mikasa’s pain was equivalent to a break up. Even letting your stomach flip at the sound of his name seemed selfish.

Currently, all you could do was listen to Sasha’s preaching. You agreed with everything she was saying so far. You might have phrased a few things differently for Mikasa’s sake, but the core message all stayed the same.

“At this point, whatever Eren has going on in his stupid, fat, melon, man-brain is his problem. Not yours.” Sasha declared this statement as if it were a fact from a textbook.

While she raved, Sasha paced around the room. She helped herself back to sitting on Mikasa’s bed. Sasha grabbed Mikasa’s face and held it firmly in her hands, forcing Mikasa’s silvery eyes to meet her brown ones. Mikasa blinked rapidly, a few more tears falling down her cheeks.

“It’s not your fault.” Sasha stated firmly.

You watched as the two stared directly into each others souls. It was times like these where you felt closer with your girl friends more than ever. An ache clenched at your heart. There was a time when you three were just little Cadets and instead of being a group of three, it was a group of six. Krista was now Queen Historia, so it was almost impossible to see her whenever you just felt like it. Annie went off to join the Military Police after graduation. You exchanged a letter or two every now and then, but the last time you had laid eyes on her was when she was wreaking havoc in Stohess and capsulated herself in a crystal. Her whereabouts were unknown, and you could say the same for Ymir.

You, Sasha, and Mikasa were all that was left.

“Fuck him! You deserve so much better than what Eren has, could, and ever will give you. If I could, I would grab the biggest ladder in the world, climb it, pluck every star out of the sky like tiny little berries, and give them to you. Then, I would spoon feed them to you like the precious baby you are!” Sasha declared with her whole chest.

“Okay. Alright.” You decided to put an end to Sasha’s gospel, as you could sense she was about to go overboard.

“I agree with Sasha. You deserve someone who’s going to be there for you no matter what. This level of stress he’s always got you under… it’s not healthy, Mika.” You spoke softly, rubbing Mikasa’s back gently.

With no warning, Sasha sprung herself onto you and Mikasa in a gigantic hug. Her upper body strength constricted you all together, cheeks squishing together. Sasha groaned as her arms held you all tighter and tighter. You were definitely feeling the love. You coughed under Sasha’s grip, her affection and solidarity for girl-power restricting your airways.

Mikasa was caught in the middle between her two best friends. She squeezed her eyes shut. Mikasa sensed that some pieces of her fragmented soul were being cemented back together. Of course, it wouldn’t hold and solidify overnight.

“I love you guys so much! Men suck, and if anyone hurts either one of you, I’ll fucking kill them.” Sasha promised.

“Cool, Sasha, let me go! Please, you’re choking me!” You pleaded.

Laces in between Sasha’s oath and your desperate gasps for air something flickered inside Mikasa’s chest that as long as she had the two of you, plus Armin and Connie and Jean, she might just be alright.

It went without saying that no one felt any better than they did the day before. Bags were packed, people tossed and turned all night in final hopes that Eren Would miraculously show his face. He didn’t. So the following morning, just as planned, everyone was aboard the boat home by 9 AM. Finally by 9 AM sharp they said sail back to Paradise.

Apart from the ship, tearing through the open ocean waters, no one under the word. Mikasa had a firm grip on Eren’s suitcase, clutching it for dear life. The contents inside were all that remains of him. He had hardly unpacked anything. All of Eren’s personal belongings stayed perfectly in their place, barely touched. Armin found that quite odd, since Eren was less than his definition of organized. It took more time for Armin to put away his own belongings than it did for him to gather Eren’s.

Jean clapped Armin on one shoulder well Connie placed his hand on the other. You couldn’t make out what they were saying, but you could only guess that they offered their support. They mirrored you and Sasha, whose arms were linked together with Mikasa, and she sat in between you both. Mikasa was a quiet girl to begin with. Not shy or timid in the slightest. What more could be said or done? She stayed with her as she cried herself to sleep. She probably didn’t have any more tears left to cry

Armin’s hands gripped the side railings, holding his breath as the city line of Marley faded into the background. He clenched his jaw so hard, he could feel his back molars pressing onto each other. You were so occupied with Mikasa, you were unable to visit Armin to give whatever comfort you could. You eyed him closely. He nodded and shrugged as he, Connie, and Jean whispered among each other. You waited until they gave him space. Connie sat next to you, reaching across your lap to put a hand on Mikasa’s knee. He kept his mouth shut, but Mikasa could feel his tenderness in his touch.

“Everything will be okay, Mikasa.” Jean mumbled. His cheeks filled with blush.

It was all Jean could come up with. It wasn’t as romantic or as normal as he wanted to sound, but it came from his heart. Jean wasn’t sure if competing for Mikasa's hand would be easier or more complicated now that her heart has been broken. Whatever elbow grease was needed to help her heal Jean will put in the effort overtime.

“Thank you, Jean.” Mikasa replied. Her nose, lips, engine were buried under her signature red knitted scarf.

Armin still stood alone. You moved past Connie’s arm to stand and quietly made your way to speak to Armin. You approached him carefully so as to not startle him. His focus was trained on the water below.

“Hi.” You spoke softly. Armin blinked, giving you a weak smile.

“Hi.” He said back. A beat of silence rolled past.

You try not to focus on the water below, just looking out at the waves made your stomach uncomfortable. You got, unsure of what approach to take with Armin. More than anything you wanted to embrace him a hug kiss them across, bless cheeks and hold them close. However, you had a feeling that you were being watched. Feeling and touching all over him in front of your comrades, superiors, and other civilians aboard wasn’t a good idea.

“Sorry I didn’t come see you last night.” You apologized.

Armin turned to look at you for the first time this morning. You looked so beautiful to him in the open, fresh ocean air. Your hair flew back against the breeze, the sun kissing your skin and making you blow. A bashful yet sorrowful smile was curved on your lips. Armin’s own lips burned to be on yours. He licked them.

Just when he thought you couldn’t get any sweeter, you surprised him. Here you were, apologizing for something out of your control. It was increasingly obvious that Armin’s feelings for you had gotten stronger overnight. You barely said a thing and yet here he was, melting in your presence more than usual.

“Don’t worry about it.” Armin shrugged dismissively.

“How are you feeling?” You wanted to know. You moved a centimeter closer, making Armin’s heart pick up it’s pace.

Armin shrugged again. He looked away, breaking the mild eye contact you both held. He blinked out into the horizon. The clear sunny day, the crispy water around the boat, and Armin’s eyes were all the same color. Aesthetic wise, if the ocean were a person, it would be Armin.

He couldn’t deny the heaviness in his chest. Armin was still, understandably, confused about the turn of events. Angry, he may never get the closure everyone deserved. Scared for Eren’s safety. Armin concluded that, no matter what the others might say and despite statistics, Eren was still alive. He could feel it sitting hard and firm in his gut. Armin looked down at his shoes.

“I’m sad.” He confessed.

His answer held a different hue of honesty compared to when Jean and Connie checked on him.

You watched his Adam’s apple bob as he gulped. The lips you desperately wanted to kiss were tied together with a frown. You bit the inside of your lip and reached for the hand closest to you. You placed your palm over his knuckles. A simple gesture. Armin looked back at you once again. His eyes softened tremendously thanks to your touch.

“You know you can tell me anything, right?” Armin wondered out loud.

This feeling in his chest sucked. He wouldn’t wish this level of loneliness upon his worst enemy. Perhaps Armin wasn’t there enough for Eren. Maybe he didn’t listen well, or care about things as much as Eren did. Whatever the behavior was, Armin would not repeat it with you.

“Yeah,” you confirmed with a nod.

“I mean anything. Even if I’m the problem.” Armin insisted.

You chuckled.

“I seriously doubt that would ever happen.”

Armin tucked his top lip behind his bottom row of teeth, apprehensive of his next words. He didn’t put it past himself that at some point he might screw up. It was only fair that Armin let you know that you could tell him anything and everything, just as he could be honest with you. You had gone out of your way just to prove it. The same date to the pier was the nicest thing anyone had ever done for him. He owes you big time, and then some.

“I’m sorry I’ve been so… distracted.” Armin sighed anxiously.

He flipped his hand around, locking his fingers in between yours with a gentle squeeze. He drew a wavering breath in, and a shaky breath out.

“Armin,”

“But I promise when we get home, things will be different. You’ll be my top priority.” He swore.

You couldn’t help but beam at his proclamation. It was quite clear that Armin what is a sensual and romantic person. You could tell by the way he made a move on you in the tent, how he fucked you both times, and you peeped the binders of his stacks of books. At least one had a lovey-dovey title. You pondered what tricks he might have up his sleeve.

Armin didn’t digest the words you kindly spoke to him at the pier, that Eren’s troubles had nothing to do with Armin himself. But now, he could see what you meant. Even if he didn’t understand the full picture. Whatever Eren was up to now was out of his hands. All that he held onto now, literally and figuratively, was you.

There was no way Armin was going to let you go. You squeezed his hand back.

“I’ll do the same for you too.” You nodded as you spoke.

As much as you hate it, too, you released your hand from Armin’s. It was a bit of a shame that your stomach was now getting upset. You had no time to eat breakfast, plus the rock of the ship made you feel uneasy. If you look down at the rushing water, one more time you might get sick. Armin reframed a chortled laugh as you excused yourself back to your seat, claiming your spot right in between Mikasa and Connie.

Low and out of Connie’s ear shot, Sasha leaned in to speak to you.

“You know, you still have to wash that hand.” Sasha commented. You rolled your eyes.

“Oh, shut up.”

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