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this is so awkward but i’m really trying to find this fic i read last year.

it was about armin he was manipulative and basically the whole plot is that they hook up multiple times and y/n catches hard feelings but he was using her then he ghosted her & he wanted her back, she has sex and uses him one last time then ends up dating jean (who was her bsf and in love with her) honestly chatgpt isn’t helping.

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 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.

𝑯𝑶𝑾 𝑻𝑯𝑬𝒀 𝑴𝑨𝑲𝑬 𝒀𝑶𝑼 𝑺𝑸𝑼𝑰𝑹𝑻

— Eren Jaeger, Armin Arlert, Jean Kirschtein, Reiner Braun, Levi Ackerman x f!reader

cw. squirting, full nelson, fingering, mirror sex, cunnilingus, doggy, nipple playing, daddy kink, mating press — rbs are appreciated — m.list

EREN JAEGER

“My cock is so good you’re going to make a mess” Eren whispers in your ear, your knees close to your cheeks as he hammers inside you, his cock so deep he kisses your cervix with every thrust of his hips.

Your cunt drips as you leap into his lap, your back attached to his hard chest as Eren holds you firmly by the hips filling you with every thrust, “play with your pretty clit” he gasps as he watches his cock disappear between your slick folds.

You quickly circle your nub, moaning his name as the release approaches. You feel it different, wetter and stronger than previous orgasms.

Your body relaxes and you slump on his chest, he smirks and begins to fuck you harder, your fingers are replaced by his that move rougher and faster, “come for me, angel” he says through clenched teeth as his cum begins to drip onto his shaft, “give it all to me, come on”.

You gush hard and his cock is forced out of your slick slit, “that’s it” Eren moans grabbing his cock and beginning to rub the head on your clit hitting it with light strokes to make you squirt some more as your cunt clenches around nothing and you babble nonsensically, “so good you’ve gone dumb” he teases, laying a kiss on top of your head.

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kinktoberfest • lactation/pregnancy

character: armin artlert

show: attack on titan

word count: 1.1K

content + themes: nipple play, missionary, praise kink, finger sucking, squirting, calls reader mama, daddy’s used, crying (not dacryphilia), breeding

📝: I truly underestimated how hard it was to keep a drabble under 2K words yet how much work they are. Posting every day isn’t realistic but I still got yall! 🫶🏾

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they say that pregnancy for some is an extremely difficult time..the weight gain, the insecurity that comes along with it and the amount of pain sometimes isn’t worth it. Not to mention the weird cravings some develop. But for others…others have the time of their lives. They get told they’re glowing, that they radiate beauty and that bringing a new life into this world was a wonderful thing. You, fortunately, were on the latter end and were enjoying every second of it. Being a new mom for the first time was frightening but your loving, doting man was more than happy to help ease any discomfort. But that wasn’t the only thing he was willing to lend a hand with…

“Oh my gosh…right there. Please, you’re in my spot, baby. Don’t stop!”

“I know, I know…but I gotta slow down. We don’t wanna hurt the baby, angel.”

a soothing, cooing voice responding to you during what could only be described as passionate, raw..amazing sex. The very same love making that had landed you up in this predicament in the first place! A night of heavy drinking and fucking between a wife who despised protection and a husband who had an insatiable breeding kink. It was only a matter of time before the man you married only three years prior and had been in love with you since high school, Armin Artlert..would knock you up. He constantly talked about how he wanted to get you pregnant. How beautiful you’d look with his baby inside of you and that he’d ensure you never had to lift a finger to do a thing as long as you had him. After all, regardless of whether you bared his child or not, you were going to be his spoiled princess. A kept woman, deserving of a soft and easy life; who’s biggest decision of the day would be if you took the Benz Truck or the Audi to brunch with your girls. Any and everything you’ve ever desired was yours..sometimes you didn’t even need to ask. That’s why you felt zero qualms about carrying his kid. But it was once you were pregnant, did those intense feelings and sweet gestures increase tenfold. Especially sexually..he truly couldn’t keep his hands off of you! So you’d find yourself surrounded by rose petals on a soft, plush mattress. One he had prepared just for you.

“Armie..you’re not gonna hurt me, promise. The doctor said it was fine. So please—haaaa! Keep going.”

“Whatever you want, angel..I’ll give it to you..give you all this dick—fuck!”

your shrill voice cried out, pleading with your husband to continue pounding your pussy. At the moment, he had your legs pinned as far as they could withstand..surprisingly almost behind your head with his fingertips kneaded into your supple tits. They were swollen with perfectly erect nipples; they were so beautiful..so much so, he had teased them for nearly an hour whilst fingerfucking you on the couch. His lips latched around the swollen buds..gently mashing and massaging that sensitive flesh to drum up the one thing he craved more than anything. Which was to see them lactating. You had a preconceived notion that only women who had already given birth could do that but you were proven wrong when he began to squeeze at those nipples, gently suckling and rubbing circular patters on them with his thumbs. A few moments later, he felt a dampness underneath and was shocked to find that you began to emit milk… “oh fuck..that’s so sexy..” continuing his little onslaught on your breasts. He was enamored at this point and couldn’t get enough. Fast forward and his fingertips were back on them, working as a guide as he thrashed his cock around inside of you. “Mmmmph!! Arminnnn…” slamming it into that fertile little cunt. “My pretty baby…doing so fucking good f’r me. Taking daddy’s dick like this..fuck, I’m so proud of you.” The thought of breeding you once more, despite already being pregnant, was getting him incredibly aroused! Those icy blue eyes peering down at you with absolute adoration..

“You want me to nut in that pretty pussy, mama? Get you so full all over again?…fuck…you’d like that, huh?” The answer was already a given, apparent by how tight you were squeezing him and the tears streaming down your puffy cheeks. “Yes, daddy! Keep fucking me right there—shit!” You were so cute, he couldn’t help himself! Just as he posed his question, you’d whimper yet again when another stream of that translucent liquid came spouting from your nipples, which he’d swiftly swoop down to catch the remnants of in his mouth. “That’s ittt! Good girl…” simultaneously, sending you into hysterics as you squirm underneath him. To reward you, his thumb would glide in between those lips and you’d gently suckle them as a way to pacify your cries. That round belly bouncing against his pelvis with each smacking stroke..along with a membrane of silky slick. “You’re so wet, baby. ‘Feel so good on my dick…I love it.” Bringing forth absolute delirium from your man. He couldn’t hold out much longer and he damn sure couldn’t hold back. Not when you sucked him into those fleshy walls as if it were nothing…as if you never wanted him to leave it.

“I’m coming, baby..oh my God.. ‘m so close..wanna come in your pussy, please.” Those pathetic whimpers followed by his hand clutching the headboard. Your legs began to tremble from the immense pressure. Both of you shaking and whimpering; bated breaths leaving both of your mouths. Hovering over you, Armin huffed and cried out, urging you to release first. Reluctantly halting in his tracks after pushing him away. Suddenly, he’d be met with a shower of sweet nectar, raining down his abs. It was obvious that you couldn’t take another second so he’d clutch your calves and pin them back, feeding you a couple more sharp strokes just before he reached the end of his own stride and before you knew it…

“Ohhhh fuuuck..oh my God.” That voice rising in pitch as he allowed his throbbing cock be milked for all its worth and those heavy balls be drained and devoid of every bit of that nut. Slowly pulling out and watching his seed spill along with it..he’d soon after collapse to your side and gently sandwich your head between his hands.

“I love you so much. I’m so glad you’re having my baby.”

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eren.

⌕ eren’s playlist. | apple music | spotify. 

⌕ sketch. | sketcher!eren who has ocd. angst | explicit smut | link.  ໋↵

⌕ any last words. | shinigami!eren | explicit smut | link.  ໋↵

⌕ don’t be mean. | nasty sex on da couch | explicit smut | link.  ໋↵

⌕ apple martini. | quickie in the bathroom at a restaurant | explicit smut | link.  ໋↵

⌕ constant bullshit. | exboyfriend!eren trying to rekindle your relationship | explicit smut | link.  ໋↵

⌕ crush. | facetime masturbation | explicit smut | link.  ໋↵

⌕ feen. | possessive!eren | explicit smut | link.  ໋↵ 

⌕ sapiosexual. | stoner!eren | explicit smut | link.  ໋↵

⌕ titan!eren monsterfuck. | explicit smut | link.  ໋↵

⌕ dirty. | mechanic!eren | explicit smut | link.  ໋↵

⌕ don’t pull out. | reader rlly wants a baby | explicit smut | link.  ໋↵

⌕ shortcake. | baker!eren | fluff & explicit smut | link.  ໋↵

⌕ sketch remastered. | explicit smut | link.  ໋↵

⌕ pizza boy. | eren brings his pretty girl pizza and fucks her dumb | explicit smut | link.  ໋↵

⌕ sour. | baseball player!eren who likes to fuck your throat before a game | explicit smut | link.  ໋↵

⌕ yours | virgin!reader who wants her neighbor | explicit smut | link.  ໋↵

⌕ hate fucking w eren | explicit smut | link.  ໋↵

jean.

⌕ under the influence. | officer!jean | explicit smut. | link. ໋↵

⌕ play with me. | sneaky sex behind eren’s back | explicit smut. | link. ໋↵

⌕ take you down. | boxer!jean | explicit smut. | link. ໋↵

reiner.

⌕ spread ‘em. | construction worker!reiner | explicit smut. link. ໋↵

porco.

⌕ provide | football player!porco | explicit smut | link. ໋↵

armin.

⌕ so anxious | jerking him off in the mirror. dom!reader | explicit smut | link. ໋↵

ymir.

⌕ lost in london. | guitarist!ymir in paris | explicit smut | link. ໋↵

levi.

⌕birthday boy | giving levi the best bday gift | explicit smut | link. ໋↵

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