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•No es una buena persona, pero eso seguro ya lo sabes.

•¿Por qué insistes en quedarte?

•Es egoísta y no piensa en ti. Eres la única interesada en la relación, si es que así se le puede llamar a lo que tienen.

•Te considera una molestia, pero se ofenderá si te alejas de él.

•Tendrá grandes expectativas sobre ti, eres su "pareja" y tienes que estar a su altura.

•No esperes muestras de afecto, él no puede ofrecerte algo que nunca recibió.

•No te atrevas a cuestionarlo, sus palabras y opiniones son ley.

•Relación tóxica en su máxima expresión.

•Honestamente, ¿Por qué te gusta? ¿Por qué él?

• Light Yagami, Muzan Kibutsuji, Zeke Jaeger, William Afton...

•No se encuentra en su mejor momento, ha hecho cosas de las que se arrepiente.

•Pero él nunca soportaría el peso de perderte.

•Tal vez no tenga la mejor reputación, pero con la manera en que te trata es suficiente para seguir con él.

•Intenta cambiar y remendar sus errores del pasado.

•Aunque las personas no entiendan sus acciones sabe que mientras reciba tu apoyo podrá seguir adelante.

•Todo por ti.

•Incluso si no lo demuestra con palabras, sus acciones demuestran la gratitud que te tiene.

•Ni pensemos en el tipo de persona que sería si él no te hubiera conocido.

•Está cansado, dale un poco de consuelo.

•Reiner Braun, Eren Yeager, Miguel O'Hara, Miles Quaritch, Sasuke Uchiha, Capitán Garfio...

LOVESHAPED SWEET — 𝐀𝐑𝐌𝐈𝐍 𝐀. ⋅ fem reader

❧synopsis: an insight into one of armin's cutest love languages: baking for you.

❧warnings: armin being precious; tooth-rotting fluff again <333

𝐛𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐧'𝐬 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭 𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐫𝐤. and the sweet detail about it is that armin's habit for baking comes from his connection with his mom. in his childhood, his mother baked him a lot of healthy pastries: sugar-free banana brownies, stacks of pancakes or fruit pies; mrs. arlert knew all about healthy recipes and some tecniques for sugar substitutes that were equally delicious since sugar was an luxurious item back in the walls. armin ate a lot of those treats and was probably all snacks he had in his childhood.

and it's an beyond adorable surprise that you happen to find out one morning when he comes to greet you good morning with a bowl of freshly made biscuits along with your favourite tea;

“three sugars, just the way you like it.” he beams in his ever so sweet morning voice, raspy and slightly whiny. there's still trace of sleep in his eyes and lazy smile too as you lean in to litter kisses to his temple and the spot on his flushed cheek just below his eyes.

“oh baby...” you say flatteringly inhaling the savory aroma of his lovemade work.

“smells so heavenly, ‘min... you made them all yourself, baby? just for me?” as you prainsingly reach out too stroke his flaming cheek,

“w-well yeah... just for you, love.” armin grabs one of the heart-shaped biscuits, still blushing as he presses them to your lips. “here, try it. s’all yours.”

and as the treat hits meets your tongue, your love for him overflows. you could only taste the alluring sweetness of his love in the tiny balls of pastry, chocolate and sugar. the feeling overwhelming you whole, overpleasing your palates. takes you a few seconds to open your eyes to the precious sight of your boyfriend, gazing doe-eyed at you in expectation.

feeling your heart swell and tingle inside, this time you're the one to bring the sweet to his lips, smiling lovingly, armin is your person, after all; “tastes just like heaven too.”

by GIRLYBELLE

ANGELS — 𝐀𝐑𝐌𝐈𝐍 𝐀. ⋅ fem reader

❧summary: waking up with armin is your daily slice of paradise. (this is a repost from my old account <3)

❧warnings: tooth-rotting fluff <3.

❧word c.: 886

the sun rose a while ago.

it was costumary for you to wake up earlier some mornings, not only to admire armin's beauty and peacefulness just a bit longer; but also for him not to wake up alone, for him to wake up to you so patiently, happily waiting for him, or sometimes for you to even softly wake him up yourself.

and god did you love to do it — wake armin up was one of your favourite things to do in the world. to be the one to wake up next to him... trail your nails through his scalp, watch him utter tiny smiles in his slumber, probably a result of dreaming; you often wondered what did your pretty boy dreamed about. and as the morning light shone upon the crown of his head, lightening his golden hair like a halo, you smiled at the idea of angels, thinking it was only fit for a pure golden soul like him to dream of his own kind.

“baby...?” you whispered lowly, carefully “wakey wakey, sweetness.” you softly poked his cute plump cheek as you kissed the top of his head, his other cheek pressed against you chest.

you always woke him up slowly; gentle touches and light kisses, wanting to bring him up from dreamland calmly and for him to emerge from slumber comfortably – not startling at the sound of an annoying alarm and rising already stressed with a sense of urgency. it always gave you peace of mind, to drain armin's anxiety and little stresses in small ways like these; ensuring he rose from bed feeling secure and loved, and you believed it was very good for his own mind. phisical affection and words of affirmation were your mutual love languages so none of you ever failed to make the other feel safe and comforted, specially armin – your gentle reassurances and affection did wonders to his mental health.

you raked your nails through his back this time, and smiled fondly when you felt a shiver in his body and a sigh leave his lips. “honey? you with me?” you asked, whispering and not expecting a reply. instead resuming back to rubbing his back with your nails and caressing his hair and cheeks, both actions eliciting a hum and more pleased shivers from armin, who pressed his cheek more against you.

you brought the hand on his back up to cup his cheek, the one on his head still massaging his scalp. and then you proceeded to pepper sweet light kisses to his cheeks, forehead, eyelids, his red little nose and the corner of his mouth. armin uttered the tiniest of smiles. he was slowly starting to wake up, which made you smile wider. “i love you, baby boy...” his tiny smile grew a bit, “i love you so much it hurts.” you said ever so lovingly, knowing now he was hearing.

armin tried opening his eyes before closing them with a squint due to the brightness of the daylight. you absolutely marveled in the fact that armin looked like a newborn when waking up in certain mornings — one of the infinite things you loved about your boyfriend.

he kept the smile on when you kissed the spot between his eyebrows amidst soft giggles. “i love you more...” he managed to say slowly in his adorable morning voice. oh, his morning voice... you could go on about how perfect it was forever. it was raspy, whiny and breathy; melodic like an angel's, like he was.

“hi.” he greeted sweetly, bashfully; still wearing his sweet smile, unaware of your heart clenching in overwhelming love with him.

“hello there, sleepyhead.” you said. slowly he sat up, you followed while unconsciously squeezing armin's slumped form more to yourself – which soothed him greatly. “did you have a good sleep?”

his head found home in the crook of your neck, arms around your waist as you patiently awaited the sleepness to leave his organism, never ceasing your gentle caresses on his hair and body. armin melted in your embrace, your constant love and affection were always a balm to his anxiety and insecurities. the both of you now sat across one another in the middle of the bed surrounded in blankets and love – as two little angels tucked in their own fluffy cloud.

“yeah... very good. waking up's even better, though.” he said with that sweet, perfect signature smile of his.

“yeah?” kissing him slowly and lovingly, you felt him needily melt into your lips before parting. your foreheads now touching.

“yeah... ‘missed you so much yesterday... ‘m sorry i was already passed out when you came—” you cut him off with another kiss, which he returned gladly. god, he constantly wondered what good he did to ever deserve someone as perfect as you.

“don't be sorry. i was so happy to find you all snuggled and shrunken up in the bed, lovie. ‘had the time of my life spooning you after bundling us up in the covers.” you said as you cupped his cheeks and nuzzled his face smiling, kissing away the little tears gathered at the corner of his eyes and placing more small loving kisses in his lips before getting up.

armin was sitting at the edge of the bed still rubbing the remnants of tears and sleep from his eyes when you grabbed his face once more and fixed his adorable bedhead, straightening the ruffled strands back into place softly. you placed a last, long kiss in his forehead as his eyes closed in delight the whole time, the grateful smile never leaving his lips. “you're the best girl in the whole world, y'know that?” he slurred dreamily as you giggled and the two of you locked eyes, forehead to forehead again.

“pancakes?”

“pancakes.” he confirmed.

mornings with armin are an absolute different kind of slice of heaven, it truly was your very own little happy place.

PERFECT — 𝐀𝐑𝐌𝐈𝐍 𝐀. ⋅ fem reader

❧summary: just one of you and armin's most precious memories. (this is a repost from my old account).

❧warnings: just pure fluff <3.

❧word c.: 822

armin would often nudge you in the early morning hours, asking softly if you were already awake. when you answered him an unsaid yes through a smile and a hum, although with your closed eyes, you could literally feel him silently beaming excitedly at your side of the bed.

“c’mon baby...” you can hear the smile in his perfect voice and feel his ever so soft lips against your eyelids. you immediately smiled upon opening your eyes to the sight of him in the clear dim-grey dawn light, your very own angel made flesh.

“let's go.” he whispered against your cheek. “yeah...” you imediately remembered your little plans for today when you saw his sweet smile, slowly getting up and stretching. “just gonna put on some warmer clothes.” you rasped between tiny kisses to his jaw, making him softly squirm playfully at your touch.

and that was exactly what you did, lazily throwing on a hoodie over your pajama and not really caring about your appearance, because after all, you were hanging with your boyfriend. the one person that had seen you in every emotional state there was, from happy to absolutely depressed. the one person that was there for you all the time, every time.

and the moment you put on your shoes and beanie, you already heard the quiet crack on the door of your shared room. smiling, you silently opened the door; and you were greeted again by the soft smile of your beloved boyfriend, armin. like you, he was still wearing his pajamas with a hoodie thrown over and was waiting for you outside.

“you ready?”, he asked as if you weren’t already closing the door behind you. as an answer, you turned around and took his warm hand in yours which immediately held onto you tightly. when looking at his face, you could make out a light dust of pink on his cheeks. you chuckled quietly. almost one year dating and he still became flustered by the smallest things.

“you’re cute”, you said, more to yourself than to the boy standing in front of you. “i am?”, he asked confused. “let’s go pretty boy, you wanna see the sunrise or not?”, you ignored his question and began walking down the floor, pulling the now even more flustered armin with you.

the way to your destination was comfortable. there wasn’t much talking which was completely fine with you. just being, existing next to each other was enough. the wind was cold, smelling like fresh snow. in the distance, you could hear the soft waves of the ocean. even though it still was dark outside, you could make out the angelic features of your boyfriend.

his blue eyes, beaming with excitement, his sweet little nose, taking deep breaths, savoring every ounce of the fresh morning air, and his beautiful lips, forming a content smile.

noticing you staring at him, armin squeezed your hand gently: “everything alright?” he asked. “yes, everything’s perfect”, you answered, smiling at him, eyes full of love.

a few minutes later, you were already running through the sand, both holding your sneakers in your hands, not caring about the coldness, about the birds you were scaring with your loud laughter. any outsider would smilingly shake their head at you both, childishly running to the water, hand in hand and seemingly forgetting that there was a whole world existing outside your little bubble.

coming to a halt just a bit before the waves could actually touch your naked feet, you just stayed there. looking at the sky colored in different shades of orange, listening to the calming sounds of the water.

but the beautiful sunset wasn’t the only thing you were admiring, no you were also looking at your boyfriend. especially the way he smiled widely, the way his eyes were shining so brightly, with pure admiration for the beauty of nature.

for the second time this day, armin noticed your gaze fixated on him. “what’s wrong?”, his wide smile got softer, more gentle as he looked you directly in the eyes. “nothing, just looking at you”, you answered truthfully while silently pulling him into a warm hug.

“i love you.” the boy chuckled softly. it was a pure, quiet laugh, not the one you did over a bad joke or to tease somebody. no, it was an honest and pure and gentle chuckle full of love and admiration. “i love you too.” it was barely a whisper, as soft as the cold breeze ruffling through your hair, only meant for you.

it was moments like this, where you just wanted to stay for the rest of your life. your boyfriend, your pretty boy, holding you tightly, head resting on your shoulder and arms laying around your waist, gently squeezing you to himself.

it was moments like this where you felt complete. moments like this where everything was perfect.

love, belle.

DUALITY — 𝐀𝐑𝐌𝐈𝐍 𝐀. ⋅ fem reader

❧summary: you and armin revelust in one another's bodies as he claims his birthday gift.

❧warnings: smut to fluff, established relationship, birthday sex, unprotected s*x, creampie, overstimulation.

imagine being fvcked by 𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐀𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐧 on his birthday, he absolutely ravaging your tight raw pvssy until you're full of his cvm and utterly exhausted, body and mind. goes without saying that was this duality of him you fell in love with, his capacity of fulfilling your every need – sating you, leaving you wanting for nothing while at the same time leaving you even more addicted to the delight that is armin arlert.

the next morning you're so sore and try to stand but you're simply unable to walk, and your fiancé is right there by your side with a glass of water and some painkillers; soothing you, kissing your plump rose cheeks, you both talking so intimately within the morning bliss and him thanking you for everything you've been to him this past year... he tells you what a good girl you were for him last night and that he loves you so much. you marvel in the utter duality that is Armin. not unbalanced; only just right. his perfection.

“i have to attend for some meetings soon, so i'm heading out now, alright? i drew you a bath and breakfast is waiting for you in the nightstand...” he kisses your lips once more and places a soft kiss on your nose. there's no place in the world where you'd rather be than here, right now. just you and him. the only two people in the world.

“okay...” you say softly, cupping his cheeks and keeping his face close to yours. he melts right into your touch, and when he starts peppering little kisses in your wrist, you actually fear suddenly combusting on the spot. how can he be so precious?

he holds your eyes in his for a few seconds and finally your lips seal in a final kiss before he goes. satiating, loving, warm. his lucky charm for the day. “i love you so, so much.” he says,

“i love you so much more, baby.” you say against his lips. slowly you part, his eyes still closed as if drawing in all the love you just shared, refreshing him anew. you rub your noses together, giggling quietly before he stands.

“i'll be back by noon. make sure you're all nice and pretty by the time i get back, i'm taking you to lunch on this new restaurant i reserved for us.” he says to you with a sweet smile and you can only think you couldn't be more sure and happy about the diamond ring on your finger. you are his and he is yours; just like you were always meant to be. just perfect.

yeah, 𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐀𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐧 𝐀𝐫𝐥𝐞𝐫𝐭 is such a concept...

love, belle.

𝐀𝐑𝐌𝐈𝐍 𝐀𝐑𝐋𝐄𝐑𝐓'𝐒 Name Meaning✨

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥summary: little analysis of my angel boy armin's name bc why not <3 (another armin appreciation post bc i just wanna praise this dreamboy sm more askhgsjkz🤧💗

↳ ᴀʀᴍɪɴ is a unique name of german origin, literally meaning “soldier” or “warrior”. It derived from the name Arminius, the chieftain of the ancient Germanic Cherusci tribe. Armin also means “whole”, “big”, “universal” and “entire” (from Old High German “ermen/irmin”).

The name is also appearently an ancient persian name meaning “Guardian of Persia” or “defender”, (from “آرمین/ârmin”).

ᴀʀʟᴇʀᴛ is a surname of Old German and English origins. the elements are arn, meaning 'eagle', and wald, meaning 'to rule'.

ɪsᴀʏᴀᴍᴀ on ᴀʀᴍɪɴ's name:

“I chose the name ᴀʀᴍɪɴ ᴀʀʟᴇʀᴛ because of the way it causes you to think of the word aluminum, and because it seemed like starting both names with the same letter would make it easier to remember.”

𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐬𝐮𝐛𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐜𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐭. it's very light, almost unnoticeable since he has such good diction. however, spending quite a deal of quality time with your boyfriend made you fall even more in love with him over his every detail. it's arguably one of the things that enchanted you the most at the start of your relationship: the way his accent slightly thickened when he rambled excitedly about something he liked – or just talking rushedly in general – never failed to bring a smile to your face and hearts to your eyes.

everytime armin noticed your dreamy stare, he'd always nervously apologize for rambling again, his intrusive thoughts always telling him he might be boring you. “not at all, honey. i actually love hearing you talk about things you like.” you'd always tell him sincerely, smiling and cradling his hand in yours, giving his knuckles sweet kisses.

“o-oh, okay.” he'd say bashfully, a beaming smile playing on his soft lips. and it was true, listening to him talk was always so interesting, satisfying even. and not only for his appealing interests. you also never missed how attractive he sounded. only his voice was already enticing for itself; bright, soothing, a little breathy, and with the kind of timbre that soaked into your skin, melodic like only an angel's could be.

so when the faint accent mingled with his voice and tongue, it was beyond adorable to hear. i actually believe armin has a bit of a german ancestry through his grandfather and his perfect german fluency could be connected to it since he lived with his grandpa for a time. once when you asked him to read a text in the language for you, it was almost as if the words poured out of his mouth like pure chocolate. a simple thing as armin's voice in that language could send tingles to your deepest core. it was captivating, sultry almost.

also his accent mostly thickens with the extremes of his emotions – making him sometimes even slip a german word midsentence without noticing – it can go from extreme joy to annoyance. the first earning him dozens of kisses to his cheeks due to his surpassing cuteness... the latter, however, brings us to discuss a very important topic: frustrated armin cursing in german™... which in that case means it can earn him a effective and glorious kind of stress release, and you, well... let's say one of the most mindblowing sex experiences of your life.

i'll elaborate on the experience with expressive details on another day, meanwhile, enjoy this little brainrot.😋

by GIRLYBELLE.

SHHH! Library Rules.

college!nerd armin who sits one row behind you in a lecture and tries to focus on the slides but your thighs are just... right there. crossed, jiggling slightly as you bounce your leg out of boredom, little skirt riding up when you shift—he’s not even hearing the professor anymore. his notes are just bullet points that say:

thighs.

thighs???

fucking thighs.

and he gets so flustered, like he adjusts his big round glasses and pretends to take notes but his face is flushed and his jeans are getting uncomfortably tight...

later that night? he’s scrolling through his phone and lands on your post—it’s a mirror pic, a seemingly innocent story—but you’re sitting on your bed with one leg up and he snaps. doesn't even make it to his bed. he’s jerking off in his desk chair, moaning like he’s being tortured, trying to keep quiet as he strokes himself to the thought of your thighs wrapped around his head, suffocating him.

armin doesn't believe his ears when you ask him to study. flash a sweet little smile. tilt your head just a little bit. he's halfway through chewing on his pen cap when you lean over his desk and say, “hey, armin. wanna go over notes together at the library?”

his brain short circuits.

he literally forgets how to speak for a full second. then manages a weak, breathy, “yeah—uh. yes. i mean. i can. i’d like that.”

you thank him like it’s nothing. walk away like you didn’t just leave a smouldering crater in his chest. but you know exactly what you’re doing. because later that evening, you show up to the library in that skirt. the tiny pink one. and the thigh highs with the little bow at the top. like a sin made of silk and smugness.

you sit across from him. cross your legs real slow.

he swallows.

don’t look. don’t look. okay, you looked. fuck.

and swallows again when you lean forward, pretending to scan your textbook, the movement making your skirt ride just a little higher.

you’re no fool. you’ve been aware of armin’s situation for a while now. the way he covers his boner with his notebook when you glance over during lectures? adorable. you’ve caught him staring at you from across the common room at least a dozen times. and those dorm parties he claims he “hates”? yeah, he only ever shows up to sit beside you and pretend he’s not practically drooling at the smell of your perfume. you think it’s sweet, in a pathetic sort of way.

you decide to tease him. just to see how long he’ll keep the good boy act up for. how long before that polite, bashful smile cracks into something desperate. how long before he snaps.

you shift in your seat, the toe of your boot nudging his ankle under the table. he freezes. you feign ignorance. flip a page. rest your hand on your thigh, drawing slow, idle circles with your finger against the exposed skin. then, you let your leg drift sideways—just barely brushing his.

armin squirms in his chair. what do people even do in situations like this? his knuckles go white where he grips his pen. his legs squeeze together.

you don’t even look up. just mumble something about not understanding the chapter. and he’s nodding too fast. offering help with a cracked voice, eyes wide, flushed down to his collarbones.

he’s shaking. he’s dying. he’s hard.

you lean in even closer—close enough to count the individual lashes framing his eyes, pupils dilated. his breath is shaky, coming in short bursts, and you can practically feel his pulse racing.

his ocean eyes flicker down to your lips before darting back to yours, a silent invitation. his breath hitches as you inch closer, every nerve in his body firing at once. he wants this, wants you, but his mind’s a whirlwind—should he pull back? should he stay still and let the moment breathe?

and then, you kiss him. soft at first, giving him time to adjust. he lets out a heavy sigh against your lips. he tastes like something fruity—like strawberry flavoured gum. the kiss is sweet, subtle and tender, like a vanilla note mixed with a slight tang, like a soft citrus. but it quickly deepens, your hands roaming over his body, teasing the warm skin of his chest through his shirt. you make quick work of his buttons, slipping your hands inside, tracing the lines of his lean chest.

your fingers tweak his nipples, pulling a gasp from him. his hands immediately fly to your waist, pulling you closer. you can feel his body trembling beneath your touch, his chest heaving as he tries to steady himself.

“oh?” you smirk, getting closer, voice dripping with playful mischief. you do it again, only this time, your nails catch the fabric, teasing that soft spot until he can’t keep it together. “sensitive?”

he nods—his face is a mess. eyes wide, like he’s been caught in the worst way possible. but then? he whimpers. you can’t help but smirk at the sound, feeling the heat rising in your own chest.

your fingers tease at the hem of his shirt, touch feather-light but deliberate. his breath hitches, lips parting with a muted gasp when your nails graze the skin just above his waistband. he’s so responsive—every little touch draws out a sound. a whine. a strangled noise that barely makes it past his throat.

he shouldn’t be this turned on from a few light touches. his thighs are tensed like he’s trying not to rut up into you—like that would make this moment disappear. like it would scare you off. but god, it’s getting harder to stay still.

he can’t fully enjoy this. not really. he feels guilt—it’s heavy in his gut. it’s wrong, right? you’re just teasing him. he doesn’t deserve someone like you. but your touch, the way your leg brushes his, the way you’re looking at him like you know what you’re doing, making him lose his mind—it’s too much.

his fingers twitch. his dick aches for release, but he can't—he can’t—let himself go any further. not like this. not when he’s been fantasizing about this moment for weeks. he can’t just be this fucking needy. can’t be this much of a mess in front of you. it’s—

“i…” his voice cracks, just as he feels his heart slam in his chest.

“’min?” you tease, just a little too sweet, fingers tracing his thighs like you have all the time in the world.

“i have to tell you something,” he breathes out, a desperate, breathy whisper. he’s panting, struggling to hold it together. he presses his hands flat on the table, palms sweating, trying to steady himself.

you look up at him with curiosity. his heart races, and the words are choking him. he bites his lip, all at once embarrassed and unbearably turned on.

“i—i—" he stops, gasping for air, hands shaking. "i can’t—i’ve been thinking about this… about you.” he’s so close, so close to breaking. his voice is strained, trembling under the weight of what he’s saying. “when i touch myself… it’s—it's you, okay?” he barely manages to get the words out, feeling like his insides are liquefying under the weight of it.

you freeze, smile faltering. “did you?” you whisper, your tone low and teasing.

“i’m sorry,” he gasps, eyes wide with guilt and the flush of shame creeping up his neck. “it’s... i didn’t mean—fuck, i shouldn’t have said that.”

you don't give him a chance to retreat. “no need to apologize, armin,” you say, the words dripping with something that feels like victory. “you’re cute when you’re this honest.”

and then, it’s quiet—just long enough to hear him choke back another whimper of frustration, as if his body is already begging for more. "but don’t think i’ll let you off that easy, hmm?"

his hands are trembling where they clutch your waist, like he’s not even sure he’s allowed to touch you like this. you nip at his bottom lip, smile curling against his mouth when he gasps again. you straddle him so that your thighs are on each side of his, and armin thinks he could die like this—caged between you, drowning in your scent.

but you take it a step further. you place your knee against his sensitive bulge and he lets out the prettiest moan you’ve ever heard. his hands grip at your hips harder, as if anchoring himself to reality, but you can feel the way his muscles lock in restraint. the sounds of a conversation drift from behind a nearby bookshelf, but all he can hear now is the blood rushing in his ears.

the noise nearby only adds on to your excitement. having armin— armin who’d ditch anybody to study for a test, armin who colour-codes his notes and panics if he’s not fifteen minutes early to each lecture—underneath you like this? it fills you with a sense of pride knowing you’re the only one that can reduce him to nothing but a horny mess.

your thigh rocks against his twitching bulge, back and forth, slow and mean, like you're testing him. and armin—sweet, delicate armin—falls to pieces.

his head lolls back against the chair, lips parted in a perfect ‘O’, breath stuttering out in high-pitched gasps. his eyes are glassy with tears and so, so bright, like he’s staring up at heaven and not at the ceiling of a dusty library. there’s drool slipping from the corner of his mouth—he doesn’t even notice. he’s too far gone. he looks pretty, absolutely destroyed, like his mind’s been wiped clean except for the feeling of your mouth on his nipple and your thigh grinding him down into nothing.

“nghhh—hah, i… i c-can’t think,” he whines, voice cracking, desperate and breathless. “feels too good, i’m— i’m gonna—!”

you coo against his skin, twisting gently at his nipple with your fingertips just to hear the helpless cry he gives in return. his hips jerk again, chasing the friction like he’s forgotten how to stop. he’s babbling now, barely making sense. “please, please, i—can’t—feels s’good, i—hahh—hurts—!”

his hands shake on your hips, clutching like he’s drowning, and all he can do is rut against your thigh while you kiss and suck at his chest like he’s yours to ruin.

his body trembles beneath yours, and the pressure builds too quickly, too intensely. he stammers out apologies, but before he can even register it, he’s cumming, and he bites his lip hard enough to draw blood. his face flushes bright red, humiliation flooding him as he whimpers, trying to recover his breath, lost in ecstasy. but its too late. someone’s footsteps are closer, and the sound of their voice drifts to your ears. he feels exposed, knowing the risk of someone walking in is too real, too immediate.

you dont stop rocking your thighs against his crotch, drawing out cries that feel much louder in the public area. armin begs you to stop with a weak, “please, I can’t take it, not—ngh—somebody’s gonna see…”

he thinks you’re going to let him cum again. god, he’s so close.

your thigh feel just right, your mouth is still on his chest, his hips are twitching up—and then you stop.

the friction disappears and your mouth leaves him with a soft pop, and armin lets out the whiniest noise, hands slapping over his mouth like didn‎’t mean to let it out.

“wha—n-no, no, please—”

“think i got enough out of today’s lesson, yeah? can’t spoil you too much, baby—you’ll get greedy.”

you run your fingers through his hair, so gentle it’s cruel.

“but don’t pout,” you coo. “i’ll give you another lesson. my dorm. if you behave.”

you get up and fix your clothes, slow and casual, like you didn’t just drive him to the edge of sanity. he twitches in your absence, like his body doesn’t know what to do without your weight on top of him.

“i’ll see you in class,” you toss over your shoulder with a wink.

and armin? armin is left there—completely ruined, dripping, thighs pressed tight together for any relief, praying nobody walks around the corner and finds him like this.

Reblogs and comments are appreciated

I’ll be your first request I’f you want.

I would like to request a Jean fic (he’s my favorite)

It’s y/ns birthday and he/she could care less. They always hated their birthday. Jean does everything to make it better

Could this take place during the winter while there is snow everywhere?

Yay!! (also thank you for the follow)

oh, okay! first I'm sorry for the delay in responding, i hope you like it. it is the first time that i write something so big for someone. 🥺

BIRTHDAY - Jean Kirstein

jean x f!reader

warning: none

fluffy.

today was your birthday, the date you hated the most in your life, so you decided not to tell anyone because you knew that if you told someone, that person would definitely make you celebrate, but you didn't want it happened at all. you got out of bed, taking out your cell phone and checking the messages. it was jean, his best friend and almost boyfriend. he had sent a congratulatory message, along with several emojis of happy people and birthday cakes. you rolled your eyes and just responded with a thank you. you looked out the window, and you could barely see anything, not least because the snow that accumulated on the window glass ended up fogging your whole view. this was the best time of year for you, as you were able to lie in bed under the covers while having a hot chocolate and watching a series on tv. and that’s what you’ve programmed for today. as you had just woken up, you chose to take a cold suit and go into the bathroom, undressing to go into the shower and take a hot shower. you also washed your hair, finishing the shower ten minutes later, leaving the shower and drying yourself, putting your clothes on. you went back to your room, sitting in the small armchair that you had beside your bed and started reading a book that you started those days, when your studies didn't hinder your reading habit. however, his reading was interrupted when he heard the sound of his bell ringing throughout the house, which made you feel strange, not least because you had not scheduled anyone to spend the day at your house. you got up off the couch, down the stairs quickly, walking to the front door and opening, seeing a jean with a smile on his face as he held a birthday cake, along with some candles indicating the number of the age he was making today.

- happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you! - he hummed, excited, while you gave him space so he could enter your house.

- jean, why did you do that? - you asked, pouting, which brought an upset expression to the boy. - you know i don't like to celebrate ...

- but i like! it's the birthday of the girl i like, why wouldn't i celebrate? - he replied, and you didn't expect that answer.

- the girl you like...? - you saw the jean's cheeks burn in shame.

- a-ah, y/n... i shouldn't have said that, i mean, i think i'm rushing things too much between us, i'm sorry. - he left the birthday cake on the coffee table in his living room, scratching the back of his neck, totally embarrassed. you laughed.

- is not. i enjoyed hearing that. - you admitted, with a silly smile on your face, approaching him. - okay, we can celebrate. but just this once. - now, you saw a bright smile appear on Jean's lips.

- ok, but now hug me, it was very cold outside and i don't think i had enough coats... - he admitted, making you laugh again.

soon, you pulled him into your arms, while fingering the boy's back, thinking about how lucky you were to have him in your life. he was the one who made you happy even on your birthday. and the rest of the day was like that. the two of you, exchanging caresses, while eating a piece of cake, sometimes jean would also put icing on your cheeks just to make an excuse that you would have to clean with your mouth, giving you a seal in that region. it was the first time in years that you really had fun on that date, and you can wait, because in the other years the same thing will happen: he will always be there to cheer you up even when no one else can.

THUDE omg if i made a request would that be sexy or sumn 😏✋ jokes aside, would you write headcanons for Colt and a reader who always cooks for him cause that's her love language 🥺 like he comes home and she just made his favourite foods just for him. Thank u omg 🥺

colt with a s/o that loves to cook for him as expressing their love

I LOVE THIS REQUEST!! i hope you enjoy honey. :D

- omg you will spend a lot of worry before colt gets home

- by the way, you know that he loves to protect everyone who is his friend

- but you knew he would be back tonight, so you decided to make his favorite food

- you went to the supermarket to buy the ingredients, and took the opportunity to buy one of colt's favorite wines, you knew that he liked to drink a lot, but you didn't let him exceed the limits

- even if that's always his goal when drinking

- you came home then went straight to the kitchen, looking at the clock. it was almost time for her boyfriend to come back

- so you cooked with all the care and love you could, in fact, it was a way to demonstrate all that feeling you had for the blonde

- as soon as you finished, you just set the table, placing the glass already with the wines and leaving the food in the center of the table, next to the dishes

- minutes later you heard the sound of the door opening, so you soon walked into the room, not even worrying about the apron you were wearing

- colt did not take long to pull you into a hug as soon as he entered the house, moving away just to give you a tender kiss

- "missed me?" he said, with a smug smile on his face because he knew the answer

- you laughed, confirming with a nod. "come"

- you pulled him by the hand to the kitchen

- the man grinned, once again pulling you into a kiss now enveloping, while leaving his hands firmly in the flesh of your waist

- you just returned, closing your eyes and enjoying the moment.

- "i love you, thanks for being the best girlfriend in the world and I'm sorry for worrying you so much." he ended the kiss, then sat on the chair.

- you blushed, sitting next to the boy.

- "i love you more"

- he laughed

- and so you stayed, enjoying each other's company while drinking wine and enjoying colt's favorite food.

- those moments were special for you, you remember how lucky you were to have colt by your side, and you know he feels the same way.

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OBEY ME

The Confessions of Flowers (Barbatos x GN!Reader) - oneshot; SFW; fluff; friends to lovers

Synopsis: You and Barbatos exchange gifts of flowers and herbs as a way to communicate your feelings to each other.

Current WC: 971

Estimated Completed WC: 1,500

Sponsored WC: 0

Love and Duty - Chapter 2 (Barbatos x f!Reader) - multichapter; SFW (for now); one-sided fake dating; Barb catches feelings (eventually)

Continuation of my multichapter Barb fic. Chapter 1 can be found here.

Current WC: 3,796

Estimated Completed WC: 7,000

Sponsored WC: 0

Just A Game (Barbatos x f!Reader) - oneshot; NSFW; predator/prey; consensual non-con.

Synopsis: It was your idea. You were the one who asked Barbatos to play this game, to hunt you throughout the empty castle while the prince is away. But you didn't expect him to be this good at it.

Current WC: 347

Estimated Completed WC: 4,000

Sponsored WC: 0

Untitled oneshot (Mammon x f!Reader) - oneshot; NSFW; hurt/comfort; car sex

Synopsis: Mammon has had it with the teasing and bullying at his expense. But at least he has one person in his corner - you. You, who tells off his brothers. You who seeks him out. And you who finds him sitting alone by himself in his car.

Current WC: 1883

Estimated Completed WC: 3,000-4,000

Sponsored WC: 0

A Formal Affair (Barbatos x f!Reader x Diavolo) - oneshot; NSFW; public sex but away from prying eyes and ears; casual sexual arrangement; threesome with focus on Reader (reader sandwich!); size kink; anal; oral; questionable uses for a tail... who knows what else, I just go where the hormones tell me.

Synopsis: A formal date with Diavolo to a classical performance, with Barbatos in tow as his loyal shadow, devolves into a night of pleasure and sin that you never expected.

Current WC: 2,892

Estimated Completed WC: 8,000

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BLACK BUTLER

Blood-bound (Sebastian Michaelis x f!Reader) - oneshot; NSFW; toxic/dark themes; enemies to lovers (but still enemies); blood feeding/drinking, bandages, injuries, rough handling.

Synopsis: The was no one you hated more than Sebastian Michaelis. He was arrogant, sinister, manipulative... and, the most obvious reason, a fucking demon. Which made it all the more infuriating when you woke up to your fatal wounds sealed shut and a hot, raging fire of desire coursing through your veins. A desire that only burned for one arrogant, sinister, manipulative demon.

Current WC: 9,139

Estimated Completed WC: 13,000

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BNHA

Dabi Christmas Special (Dabi x GN!Reader) - oneshot; SFW; fluff.

Synopsis: You've been repairing Dabi's clothes for him, strengthening their fire resistance with your quirk, for months now. But you never expected him to show up on Christmas Eve, of all nights.

Current WC: 680

Estimated WC: 1,500 - 2,000

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Tethered (Dabi x f!Reader) - oneshot; NSFW; weed & alcohol consumption; Dabi's an asshole but he's hot.

Synopsis: Insomnia is nothing new for you. It's nothing new for Dabi, either. It's why he's already sitting at the hideout's bar drinking his memories away when you show up for your own night cap. You think nothing of it... just another night of bantering and sarcasm. That is, until he makes you an offer you didn't expect.

Current WC: 6,288

Estimated WC: 8,000

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The Fall (Overhaul x f!Reader) - oneshot (two parter that will be posted simultaneously); childhood friends to lovers; angst; violence; eventual NSFW in later parts; yandere undertones as things progress.

Synopsis: You'd known Kai Chisaki since that fateful day you saw him, young and filthy, enter the Shie Hassaikai grounds on the heels of the Boss. Over time, a tentative bond between the two of you formed, growing stronger as you got older. But it wasn't enough to keep the young man from spiraling, losing himself in his obsession of purging the world of quirks. After all, he was doing it for you. He was doing it all for you.

Current WC: 9,355

Estimated Completed WC: 20,000

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Cat and Mouse (Bakugou x f!Reader) - oneshot; NSFW; enemies to lovers; hero vs. villain.

Synopsis: Bakugou prides himself on his ability to stop any villain in their tracks. His record is impeccable, his reputation flawless. That is, until he crosses paths with you, a cat burglar with a quirk that always leaves him three steps behind. Oh, it also doesn't help that you drive him absolutely, utterly wild.

Current WC: 2,603

Estimated Completed WC: 6,000 (hopefully?)

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Protector (title is tentative) (Bakugou x f!Reader) - oneshot; angst, hurt/comfort; love confession; NSFW

Synopsis: Bakugou's one job was to protect you. You weren't supposed to get hurt. But you did, and now he had to deal with the fallout. It calls into question everything he thought and felt about you. He thought he hated you. He thought you were a pain in the ass. And he thought he couldn't wait for this fucking assignment to be over. But the threat of loss, he realized, hurt more than the threat of failure. And coming so close to losing you has him rethinking every assumption he'd ever made. If only he could figure out what you were thinking. If only he could understand why you jumped in a protected him.

Current WC: 120

Estimated Completed WC: 5,000

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Untitled oneshot (Aizawa x f!Reader) - oneshot; established relationship; NSFW; somnophilia (consensual)

Synopsis: A heavy work day leaves you exhausted and drained. Luckily for you, you have Aizawa waiting for you at home with the promise of a much-needed massage. Unfortunately, it's impossible for you to stay awake once you're in the comfort of your bed and you have his warm, rough hands on you... but that doesn't stop him from loving every inch of you.

Current WC: 2,053

Estimated completed WC: 4,000

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JJK

The Ties That Bind - Chapter 1 (Inumaki x f!Reader) - multichapter; arranged marriage; canon adjacent future AU; slowburn; pining; hurt/comfort; mild enemies to lovers.

Synopsis: Inumaki didn't want this. He didn't want any of this. But his loyalty to his clan, and the potential fallout if he refused, forced his hand. Now he's bound for marriage to a total stranger all in an attempt to preserve the Gojo clan bloodline and keep the Six Eyes technique from extinction. The only problem is, you don't want to be here either. And neither of you want to have children.

Current WC: 4,584

Estimated completed WC (for chapter 1): 7,000

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A Promise To The Dead - Chapter 1 (Gojo x f!Reader) - multichapter fic; Nanami's widow!Reader; pregnant!Reader; canon divergence; childbirth and child-rearing; angst; drama; JJK politics; slowburn; pining; friends to lovers; violence & NSFW in future chapters

Synopsis: Nanami was never supposed to marry, but he did anyway. He was never supposed to have children, but here you were, belly round and filled with life. And Nanami was never ever supposed to die. Now it was Gojo who was left to pick up the pieces, trying to force them together into something believable, something you would accept. Because Nanami never told you what he really was. He never told you about the world of curses and sorcerers. He did it to protect you, of course... to keep you and his unborn child far away from violence and death. But Gojo knew better. He knew that there was no way to keep it from you forever. And when your child's sorcerer abilities manifest at the age of five, he's forced to take you and your child in. It doesn't matter that you hate him. It doesn't matter that you blame him for your late husband's death. And it doesn't matter that a deep, secret part of him has wanted you since the very beginning. Because he made a promise a long time ago that if anything were to happen to Nanami, that Gojo would make sure you were protected and provided for. And Gojo cannot not bring himself to break a promise with the dead.

Current WC: 396

Estimated Completed WC: 8,000

Sponsored WC: 0

HOLY FUCKING SHIT THIS STORY HAS THE POTENTIAL TO BE A MURDER MYSTERY

They Tell Me That It's Good For Me

Zeke Yeager x f!reader Genre: Smut Notes: It’s hip to be square… Warnings: 18+, dubcon, cheating, violence, murder, mental health issues, vaginal sex. Lmk if I missed any. Words: 4k

Zeke resented his brother, Eren. The brunette being ten years his junior made him wonder who he thinks he is to be telling him what to do. He’s a doctor, and yet Eren seems to think it’s a good idea that he go to therapy? Family therapy, at that. It’s just the two of them sitting in the office on account of their parents being dead. The therapist immediately senses hostility in Zeke. A reluctance to be a part of this ridiculous practice. Eren disagrees, though. His temper around their penthouse recently has been less than pleasurable.

“What does a regular day in the life of Zeke Yeager look like?” the therapist asks. Zeke’s eyes roll so violently, they flutter manically. He adjusts his seating position, pulling up his trousers slightly as he crosses one leg over the other and sinks back into the armchair. He’s a picture of perfect coolness as he rakes his fingers through his hair and thinks about his answer.

A day in the life of Zeke Yeager.

He lives in one of the most expensive properties in the city. The name Zeke Yeager is one of renown and respect. An excellent doctor who studied under his father, Grisha, a title and career he achieved and solidified all before turning twenty-nine. Self-care is very important to Zeke. He likes women, you see, and being in his line of work can be incredibly stressful and taxing on your appearance. He knows every trick and technique to prolong his youth and prevent wrinkles for as long as possible. His morning regime can be gruesome, as if the poor man isn’t tired enough. But it’s all worth it to look how he does.

Not many people see his body under his work uniform, but it’s often a surprise to many when they realise how perfectly sculpted and chiselled he is. Taking care of himself can’t just stop at using specific creams and scrubs on his soft skin to prolong his youth. A balanced diet and exercise play a crucial role in it all, too. The exercise is probably the most irritating part of his morning routine to Eren. For some reason his elder brother insists on playing porno tapes on the TV at full volume while he works out. The sounds of women’s moans incentivise him, apparently. It doesn’t stop it from being irritating, though.

Zeke Yeager is successful in every way that an individual can be. He’s wealthy, he has a good job, good looks that attract enough women to placate his salacious desires. And even a brother who, whilst they annoy each other to the brink of self-detonation, they care for each other.

But it’s not enough for Zeke Yeager. He’s a shell of a man. No matter how much money he has, there’s always someone with more money. Despite him being magnificent at his job, there will always be someone somewhat superior to him. Regardless of which woman he takes to bed, there’s always a man with a sexier woman and a hotter cunt than what he’s going to devour and enjoy.

Zeke Yeager exists, but only barely.

“This was a stupid idea, Eren. I don’t need a shrink, I myself am a doctor, you know.” he talks to his brother in the chair beside his own. Zeke doesn’t get a response, but he notices the therapist begin to scribble down notes in their little book.

“I’d rather you not talk to Eren, Zeke. Focus on me. I’d like you to tell me why you’re here. What has been going on in the last few months?” the therapist speaks. Zeke runs his tongue along his top row of teeth as he contemplates the question. He’d have to ask Eren why they’re here, but now it turns out they aren’t even allowed to speak with each other.

“My life isn’t as interesting as you might think. I work. I go for the occasional drink with colleagues or my brother. I go home and enjoy video tapes and then return them when I’m finished with them.” he explains, prompting the therapist to write down more notes.

“Video tapes. I must say, from what I’ve seen and heard you watch quite a substantial amount of pornography films. Do you think you have a porn addiction?”

“No.”

“No?”

“That’s what I said.”

The therapist takes her time writing his response. It’s quite difficult to make Zeke feel uneasy, but the radio silence for five minutes straight filled with only the sound of a ballpoint scratching on paper fills him with unease. He feels like he’s on trial. Part of him wants to clear his throat, but he doesn’t wish to give the therapist the satisfaction of thinking she’s rattled him. Or worse, she’s won.

“I’d like to know about your sexual history. At what age did you lose your virginity and how frequently do you engage in sexual intercourse?” she asks him. This makes Zeke scoff. It’s not something he cares to divulge with a stranger. He sees Eren scowling at him and shakes his head unimpressed.

“I was seventeen. And I couldn’t say how often, truthfully. I like women, I’d say I have sex more than most.”

“Do you ever pay for it?”

“Is that relevant? I don’t see how that matters.” Zeke answers her question defensively, earning another series of notes appearing on the paper in front of her. “Sometimes I do, yes.” he adds, and she writes it down.

“Outside of sex, what else do you do for fun?”

“I can’t think, right now. I’ve told you a few things, I think we should move on.” he suggests. She smiles, crossing one leg over the other and nodding in agreement. He isn’t sure about therapy; he never has been. The idea of someone getting inside of his mind and trying to unearth secrets and fantasies that he may not even know about himself is terrifying.

“Do you get along with Eren’s fiancé?” she asks. Now Zeke does clear his throat. He unfolds his legs and leans forward in his seat pressing his fingertips against one another as he thinks of how he should answer.

“I don’t think we should discuss this.”

“You have a fiancé, don’t you?” she pushes. Zeke grimaces and nods. This must be why Eren brought him here. He looks over his shoulder in Eren’s direction, and he can barely look at him. He’s been a terrible older brother. So selfish and insufferable. But Zeke has never claimed to be selfless. What Zeke wants, Zeke gets.

“I stole Eren’s fiancé, yes, if we must talk about it then sure. It wasn’t a particularly nice thing to do, but I—” she stops him from saying another word by raising her hand as she writes again. He waits patiently for her to finish so that she can ask another question or wait for him to continue.

“Do you recognise this woman?” she asks as she places a polaroid on the coffee table in front of them. Zeke leans forwards to pick the image up and pushes his glasses further up his nose so he can get a proper look. He shakes his head, placing it back down and pushing it towards her.

“What about this woman? Or this woman? Maybe this one?” she fires off as she places another three images down on the table. He looks at them all intently, once again shaking his head as he pushes them back at her.

“I don’t recognise any of them. What about you, Eren?” he asks his brother, he’s still scowling at them. He thought they were on better terms since he stole you away from him. Apparently not. The therapist clicks her fingers and reminds him not to talk to Eren.

“That’s a shame. I had hoped you could help me, they’re all deceased, you see. Quite grisly murders, actually.” she tells him, not even looking at him as she focuses on her note taking. It scares Zeke to hear. Four women murdered. It’s a scary world to live in. It’s enough to encourage him to light up a cigarette and get comfier in his seat as he digests the information.

“That’s horrible. All the same killer, you think? Or—”

“What do you like to do for fun, Zeke?” the therapist asks him again. His eyes scrunch as he wonders if he heard her right. Haven’t they been over this already? Why does she keep asking?

“I… I enjoy eating. There is a restaurant in the city that is difficult to get on the guest list for, but they usually make an exception for my colleagues and I. That could be considered fun.” he tells her. She doesn’t bother writing it down, which makes him feel like he’s said something boring. Or something wrong entirely.

“I assume you and your fiancé have a considerable amount of sex? How much, would you say?” she queries. Zeke scratches his beard as he thinks about it. He pushes his glasses a little way up his nose, again, before answering.

“Not as much recently. Three times a week, possibly? Work is exhausting. I’d never be off her if I had the choice.” he confesses. That is something she deems necessary to write down. She even pouts as she does, like she’s really concentrating on getting every single word perfect.

“Do you cheat on her? You sometimes pay for prostitutes, have you done that since you became engaged?” she asks him. He looks down, awkwardly, and concentrates on the sounds of his bones cracking as he crushes his knuckles. He sighs, though, preparing to answer yet again.

“Unfortunately I do. I’m not proud of it, it doesn’t mean I love her any less.” he explains, trying his very best to justify himself and his abhorrent behaviour. She’s writing yet again. He notices the way her eyes harshen when she’s writing something particularly juicy, otherwise her brows remain relaxed and her eyes almost appear lifeless.

“What do you do for fun, Zeke?”

“Why do you—? Music, I like listening to music at home. Dancing and a few drinks with the right music on is fun, for me.”

“Those four women were prostitutes.” she announces casually, scribbling some more and not making any form of eye contact as she speaks. Zeke’s jaw hangs low as he comes to realise what might be happening here.

“I feel like you’re accusing me of something.” he tells her. She doesn’t confirm nor deny. She simply keeps her eyes fixated on him as he begins to awkwardly laugh under her intimidating glare.

“Could you tell me about the first time you had sexual intercourse with your fiancé?”

Oh boy, could he. But should he? Would you approve of him diving into the intimate intricacies of your relationship and what you get up to between the sheets? It’ll be fine, he thinks, patient doctor confidentiality is a requirement. He knows that just as well as she does.

Eren had brought you home for the first time to introduce you to his brother. Zeke couldn’t believe how beautiful you were. From head to toe you were a total knockout. How a shit bag like Eren bagged a girl like you, he’ll never know. You spent the evening getting to know more about each other. About their family and their relationship with one another. It was sweet, you thought.

Zeke couldn’t keep his eyes off you, and it didn’t go unnoticed. Eren was the same, you were the only one who realised how intensely the brothers were staring at you. But of course, you didn’t comment on it. Instead, the three of you drank more and more. You drank the least, but it was still enough to feel tipsy.

Eren drank the most and he blacked out completely. Zeke had to carry him from the dining room chair to his bedroom. He landed on the soft mattress and bounced a little when Zeke let him fall from his arms.

“I think you like me, Zeke.” you said. He smirked immediately and you noticed his face go a little red. You stepped a little closer towards him, unable to keep away from his magnetic charm. “Am I… right? To think that.” you questioned. He shook his head, you were perfectly correct.

“I like the idea of bending you over and seeing what you look like stuffed full of me. If that means I like you, sure, I like you. But you’re with my little brother. I’m wondering why you’d ask a question like that when you’re engaged to him. Do you like me, too?”

You stood closer to him, wanting that to answer his question. It does. His hands moved around your neck and then one held the back of your head as he landed his lips on yours. It became heated quite quickly. Both of your hearts racing with adrenaline as you knew Eren could have woken up at any moment. He picked you up and made you wrap your legs around his waist so that he could carry you to his own bedroom.

You were set down and he pushed your body against his floor to ceiling mirror in his room. He dropped to the balls of his feet and then onto his knees, pulling your panties from underneath your skirt and tossing them over his shoulder. He nuzzled his face between your thighs and began to lick at your delicate, petalled flesh. Your little pearl was at his mercy, your hips bucking and stuttering with each suckle and slurp. He looked up at you, face and beard sparkling with pussy juice.

“Turn around, look at yourself.” he demanded. You did, and watched your own body as he began to undress you. He whispered under his breath. Mostly about how beautiful you were. He loved the way your face contorted when he spanked your ass. So, he did it again, and again, and again. “You look gorgeous when you hurt.”

That’s when he decided to soak his cock with your juices. He slid it up and down between your folds to make sure he was wet enough for you to take. He smoothed your hair back so you could both look at your face when he began to tear you apart with his thick cock.

“That’s it. Good girl, how’s the stretch feeling?”

“It— It hurts so good.” you moaned for him. It made him smile cockily. Of course it does. It was just what he wanted to hear.

He loved the way your jaw hung low and eyes were almost fully white as he ploughed into your little cunt. He adored that you didn’t care how fucking loud you were moaning on him, it didn’t bother you that Eren was in the next room. It was euphoric when you began to tighten on him like the little whore you are. You angled your body slightly so that you could face him. Kiss him. He was hitting your sweet spot so perfectly, you scratched down his defined back and earned a cat-like hiss from your soon to be brother in law.

“Fucking bitch, are you gonna cum?” he asked. You nodded like a fool. So damn close. He watched your pretty O face as you hit your peak. It was an inspired idea that he had decided to fuck you in front of the mirror. He doesn’t think he would have been able to examine your reactions and responses as perfectly as he did if he was facing you directly.

He didn’t let you relax as you came down from your high, though. He held your head in place and insisted you look at him as he fills your cunt up with himself. He’s giving you everything he has, the least you can do is admire him as he does so.

“You came in her?” the therapist asks, Zeke nods a little too proudly in front of his sibling. “Interesting.”

“Is it?”

“Did you cum in these four women that you fucked?” she asks him as she spreads the photographs out on the coffee table for a second time. He leans forward and looks at them again. He only shrugs his shoulders, though.

“Maybe. It’s likely. I don’t usually like to pull out or wear protection.” he tells her. She writes that down. Zeke isn’t afraid anymore, he’s starting to get agitated. “How much longer is this session?”

“What do you do for fun, Zeke?”

“Are you aware of how many times you’ve asked me this question?” he answers her question with his own. He pushes his hair back again as he slinks back into his seat. She isn’t done with him, though, he can tell that much by her demeanour.

“That’s not how things ended with your fiancé though, is it? How did it end?”

“Eren here caught us, unsurprisingly.”

“That isn’t what I was referring to. He wouldn’t have caught you if your fiancé wasn’t screaming.”

“Screaming?”

“Screaming, Zeke. Don’t you remember?” he shakes his head at her question. He remembers nothing of the sort. She didn’t scream. He would remember that. Wouldn’t he? He’d remember if she was screaming. “I think you’re confused. Are you confused, Zeke?”

“Very. I wouldn’t make her scream, only in a good way. Why would she be screaming?” he questions. She flips through her notebook and leans her body forward so that Zeke knows she’s reading directly to him.

“She claims the sex was indeed consensual. She instigated it and she enjoyed it until the screaming started. Can’t you remember? Can’t you try and remember why she was screaming?” she talks at him, he shakes his head again. His mind is blank. Is he going insane? “You’ve been referring to her as your fiancé. She’s nothing of the sort. You don’t have sex three times a week, you had sex that one time.”

“No,”

“Yes, Zeke,” she insists as she flips through her notes again. Instead of reading, she had another polaroid image to show him. “Might this jog your memory?” she asks, placing it above the other images.

It’s you. All bloody and cut to ribbons. He can’t believe what he’s seeing. You’re so beautiful but so broken. Who could do this to you?

“Jesus, what happened to her? Can I see her?”

“What do you do for fun, Zeke?”

“Stop asking me that! I want to know what happened to my fiancé! I need to see her!” he raises his voice, momentarily standing from his seat before the therapists scalding glare forces him back into his seat.

“You happened to her. Shall I read her statement to you?” she queries, flipping through her papers until she finds your handwriting. She clears her throat as she prepares to speak. Zeke looks terrified. He doesn’t know you or himself. “We were flirting discretely over dinner. When Eren went to bed it got more intense and I knew I wanted to have sex with him, so we did. We were against the mirror in his bedroom and he performed oral sex on me. He made me look at myself as we had sex and it was pleasant. Until he snapped. I think the change happened when I scratched his back. He started calling me names and he became rougher with me. As he began to climax, he pushed my head against the mirror and told me that I need to see how a whore takes his cum. He didn’t stop pushing and that’s when I started screaming. He pushed so hard that the glass broke, shards entering and slicing the skin on my face. That’s when Eren came in.”

She finishes speaking and looks at Zeke incredulously. He doesn’t know what to say. He can’t believe you would tell such a vicious lie. Are you trying to ruin him to save your reputation? You’re his fiancé now, why would you do such a thing?

“I wouldn’t— I would not do that.”

“What do you like to do for fun?”

“Are you listening to me? I did not fucking hurt that girl, I love her. We’re happy.” Zeke expressed pathetically. It was obvious to him that she wasn’t buying it, though. But who was she going to believe? Women stick together in times like these.

“What happened between you and Eren when he found the two of you?”

“We argued but, everything is fine now, right Eren?” Zeke asks his brother. He simply shakes his head, remaining completely silent as he does. “I don’t— I don’t understand what is happening.”

“Are you sure you don’t remember what you did to her? Or if you slept with these prostitutes?” she goads him, but he shakes his head in utter refusal. When will this end? “You aren’t yourself right now, Zeke.”

“Fuck you.” he spits at her. She only smiles.

“Do you remember hurting your brother?”

“Aren’t therapists supposed to help people? Are you trying to make me lose my mind?”

“He came in to see what all of the ruckus was about when his fiancé was screaming. You picked up a huge shard of mirror glass and pinned him to the armchair and stabbed him again and again. You don’t remember killing your brother?” she explains. He scoffs at that.

“Eren isn’t dead, he’s right here. Are you stupid?”

“Zeke, tell me what you like doing for fun.”

“No! What the fuck is the matter with you? You’re making up lies about my fiancé and my brother.”

“This girl here was stabbed. This one was chased and murdered with a chainsaw. This one was shot. This one was strangled. And you were the last person to see them all alive, after paying them for sex.”

“I don’t care about them. I care about why the fuck you just told me my brother is dead.” he barks. She shakes her head and stares at him.

“You tried to kill Eren’s fiancé. She managed to get away and call the police. But it was too late for Eren, he’s dead.” she tells him yet again. He almost growls at her answer, unable to believe she’s still speaking so cruelly to him and his brother.

“Are you blind? He’s here. He’s literally right fucking h—” Zeke has to pause as he turns to face his brother one final time. He isn’t sitting beside him pulling sarcastic faces and refusing to speak. He isn’t disgusted with him after the therapist had dredged up their past and betrayals.

No.

Eren is dead. He is right next to Zeke, but he is dead. His head drooping backwards over the back of the arm chair with dozens of stab wounds in his neck and even more on his shoulders and down to his stomach. The large mirror shard is still lodged in his younger siblings’ neck. His head moves rigidly so he can face the therapist. He looks down at the coffee one final time. He remembers you. You only met one time and he fucked you stupid. He remembers smashing your head into the mirror. He remembers how badly he needed you and how tight you were around his cock. He’s even starting to remember the prostitutes. At this point, he’s crying. Not because he’s sad, he’s laughing maniacally. It’s all coming back.

Fuck.

Every single thing is coming back to him, now.

“What do you like to do for fun, Zeke?” she asks, one final time. He manages to still his laughter as he wipes away his tears. He has an answer for her now. He finally has an answer he thinks she’s going to like.

“I like killing people,” he laughs softly, smoking a cigarette he lights up. A cigarette he feels may be his final one for a long time. “I like killing people, for fun.”

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