Professor!Erwin who will smile and nod a little when he sees his best student already set up at the very front of the class, an hour before lecture.
Professor!Erwin who loves grading your work, adores the fluidity of your handwriting and the way you sign your name so neatly at the top.
Professor!Erwin who loves to see the look on your face as you read his encouraging marks across the page but even more so the look of shame when he leaves a discoursing comment, “I hope you are able to reevaluate how you spend your time, you’re clearly becoming distracted miss y/n.”
Professor!Erwin who has to bite back a scoff when he watches the rather obnoxious and duller one of his students ask you to tutor.
Professor!Erwin who watches you present for the class, having you dig his nails into his leg to keep himself focused while you’re damn near bent over trying to click through your slides.
Professor!Erwin who extends his office hours just for you, “wouldn’t want my best student to fall behind now would we?”
Professor!Erwin who admires how hard you work, “you have the most admirable drive of any student I’ve met.” He’ll lean over you to read your paper as you write it, his breath and cologne making your body painfully aware of how needy you wanted to be.
Professor!Erwin who groans when you press yourself against him, not being able to wait anymore , “Poor girl, been needing something other than some dumb college boys dick, huh? You work this hard for all your teachers or just the ones you want to fill you up?”
Professor!Erwin who’s hand is moving up you thigh, at an agonizingly slow pace, your hips already trying to buck for friction. His other hand holding you by the crown of your hair. Thumb pressing perfectly through the soaked cotton keeping you too far from him.
Professor!Erwin that goes soft as tears start to blister your eyes, finally moving aside the fabric to move two of his fingers swiftly inside your sopping wet hole. “You like this babydoll don't you?” His hand tightening in your hair making you whine so pitifully, “Answer or I'll stop.”
Professor!Erwin who feels himself strain against the fabric of his trousers and flesh of your ass; feeling you squeeze harder and harder around the cold metal of his wedding ring, pushing you further down on the desk.
Professor!Erwin who has to practically race to pull his length out before he ruins his favorite pants, his tip hitting your cervix with what he knows is not enough time to adjust, “m’ so sorry baby, just take it all in okay, I know you can, your my best girl, I know you can do it.”
Long distance!Armin who has a regularly scheduled order of flowers sent to your doorstep , synced up perfectly with your zoom dinners
Long distance!Armin who has bought every one of those Instagram reel products: touch lamps, necklaces that smell like his cologne, lockets that say I love you in a hundred different languages because he , “never wants his baby to think he doesn’t miss her”
Long distance!Armin who has bought several airline credit cards and loves to make “surprise” trips to see you despite your calanders being synced up so you can both see when he’s flying in
Long distance!Armin that misses you so much, and despite having grown unfortunately used to the distance will occasionally wake up crying from how much he misses you needing to call you , “sorry baby, just hate that I can’t see you and the time difference - I just miss you baby.”
Long distance!Armin who laughs shakily, hearing your sleep ridden voice over the phone, “I guess I’ll let you go - just needed to hear you.”
Long distance!Armin whose chest tenses once he hears you, who might have missed more than he expected, his dick twitching in his sweatpants, “what was that baby? No no no I can stay on for you”
Long distance!Armin who curses under his breathe as you talk to him, “baby….youre roommate isn't there is she…? Okay….no I just was curious if she was still crashing at her boyfriends, yeah? Really?”
Long distance!Armin who feels fucking filthy when you finally get what he’s getting at, face warm and fuzzy as you tell him you had missed him too “yeah baby..? Well we better take care of you shouldn't we?”
Long distance!Armin who groans as he hears you, his hand slipping under his waistband, stroking his throbbing cock as you start to rub yourself for him “yeah baby, can add another finger for me can't you baby, need you to be a good girl and fuck youself for me…god baby..”
Long distance!Armin who wishes it was you who was touching him like this, your hands were so soft…so gentle when you stroked him, his movements speeding up as he hears the squelching noises of your hand diving deeper into your cunt, “poor girl wishes it was my cock fucking you don't you…god…always needy for me aren't you, fuck, good girl baby, yeah.…god miss my girl, your mouth and cunt dripping for me” his eyelashes fluttering breathe shallow and desperate as he busts in his own hand, cum lashing over his abdomen
Long distance!Armin who talks you through it, “that's it baby cum for me, just feel it.”
Long distance!Armin who once he finally calms down schedules the first flight out to you, “don’t even worry baby the miles I have cover it, just need to see my girl.”
Your first impression isn't ideal - it's the dead of night in a CVS, exhausted and bored with the current color of your hair only to be met with the loudest group of boys in the universe. Eren, Connie, and Jean had had a long night of drinking and playing at some dive bar, barking laughing, and yelling throughout the store.
" fifty bucks if you dye your hair, 'ren," Connie calls out some stupid bet, leaving you to side-eye them as they get closer and closer to you - their volume becoming overbearing.
"Hey, what color should he -hic- dye his hair, d'you think your color would look -hic- good on 'em." Eren throws his arm back halting Jean and Connie as they approach you.
He smiles apologetically, "Sorry about them, they're a bit rowdy when drunk, but your hair is pretty."
You two make chit-chat in the isle, Connie and Jean had wandered off in search of food, while you offered advice on what color would suit him, and what kind of haircare to use to keep the color for longer.
He’ll pay attention to you as you speak- practically trying to drink you in; like a crow, he’ll get distracted by the glimmer and glittering jewelry that adorns your person. Mesmerized to a mind-fogging extent.
He invited you to one of his shows, a bit pouty when you tell him your aversion to louder cramped places, "Well maybe I could play something for just you?" A sly smirk plastered on his drunken face.
You get his number and finally talk yourself into inviting him over, opting for a movie night, and laying out a plethora of blankets and prized stuffed animals. The knock on your door startles you a little opening it, "Hey pretty girl", his dumb smile lazy across his lips, guitar in his ring-clad hand.
He adores your enthusiasm as you lay out the horror movie options, ultimately letting you pick whatever movie you want, "if we don't get through them all I guess I'll just have to come over again."
It felt cliche but he couldn't pay attention for the life of him, you were too, too much of everything, and eventually, when you relaxed into his arms he wanted to eat you; heart and soul.
The next couple of times he comes over, it becomes harder to ignore that desire.
He'll hold your thighs firmly in between his hands, the pads of his fingers rough from years of playing guitar. Licking a long stripe against your wet dripping hole, making you whine. "gotta stay still baby, wanna hear all your pretty noises, can't do that when you're runnin' away from me."
Nipping at the flesh of your inner thighs, one hand interlaced lazily with yours, the other working your body like you were the only thing he knew, drawing his fingers in and out in agonizingly long strokes.
saliva was spilling over your lips, mouth agape and gasping for him, " 'ren, 'ren too full, can't." In contrast to his hands, his hips work fast, too eager to feel you, his hands lifting your soft hips to him, practically bruising your cervix at this pace.
He's shirtless hovering over you, necklaces and hair sticking to his warm skin, "fuck baby, wish you could see yourself, god, gonna-"
Cum spilling out of you onto the flesh of your thighs and his abdomen, Eren collapses into a heap on top of you, his head laying in the crook of your neck, kissing and nipping at your shoulder, "you sound prettier than any love song."
Long distance!Armin who has a regularly scheduled order of flowers sent to your doorstep , synced up perfectly with your zoom dinners
Long distance!Armin who has bought every one of those Instagram reel products: touch lamps, necklaces that smell like his cologne, lockets that say I love you in a hundred different languages because he , “never wants his baby to think he doesn’t miss her”
Long distance!Armin who has bought several airline credit cards and loves to make “surprise” trips to see you despite your calanders being synced up so you can both see when he’s flying in
Long distance!Armin that misses you so much, and despite having grown unfortunately used to the distance will occasionally wake up crying from how much he misses you needing to call you , “sorry baby, just hate that I can’t see you and the time difference - I just miss you baby.”
Long distance!Armin who laughs shakily, hearing your sleep ridden voice over the phone, “I guess I’ll let you go - just needed to hear you.”
Long distance!Armin whose chest tenses once he hears you, who might have missed more than he expected, his dick twitching in his sweatpants, “what was that baby? No no no I can stay on for you”
Long distance!Armin who curses under his breathe as you talk to him, “baby….youre roommate isn't there is she…? Okay….no I just was curious if she was still crashing at her boyfriends, yeah? Really?”
Long distance!Armin who feels fucking filthy when you finally get what he’s getting at, face warm and fuzzy as you tell him you had missed him too “yeah baby..? Well we better take care of you shouldn't we?”
Long distance!Armin who groans as he hears you, his hand slipping under his waistband, stroking his throbbing cock as you start to rub yourself for him “yeah baby, can add another finger for me can't you baby, need you to be a good girl and fuck youself for me…god baby..”
Long distance!Armin who wishes it was you who was touching him like this, your hands were so soft…so gentle when you stroked him, his movements speeding up as he hears the squelching noises of your hand diving deeper into your cunt, “poor girl wishes it was my cock fucking you don't you…god…always needy for me aren't you, fuck, good girl baby, yeah.…god miss my girl, your mouth and cunt dripping for me” his eyelashes fluttering breathe shallow and desperate as he busts in his own hand, cum lashing over his abdomen
Long distance!Armin who talks you through it, “that's it baby cum for me, just feel it.”
Long distance!Armin who once he finally calms down schedules the first flight out to you, “don’t even worry baby the miles I have cover it, just need to see my girl.”
Your first impression isn't ideal - it's the dead of night in a CVS, exhausted and bored with the current color of your hair only to be met with the loudest group of boys in the universe. Eren, Connie, and Jean had had a long night of drinking and playing at some dive bar, barking laughing, and yelling throughout the store.
" fifty bucks if you dye your hair, 'ren," Connie calls out some stupid bet, leaving you to side-eye them as they get closer and closer to you - their volume becoming overbearing.
"Hey, what color should he -hic- dye his hair, d'you think your color would look -hic- good on 'em." Eren throws his arm back halting Jean and Connie as they approach you.
He smiles apologetically, "Sorry about them, they're a bit rowdy when drunk, but your hair is pretty."
You two make chit-chat in the isle, Connie and Jean had wandered off in search of food, while you offered advice on what color would suit him, and what kind of haircare to use to keep the color for longer.
He’ll pay attention to you as you speak- practically trying to drink you in; like a crow, he’ll get distracted by the glimmer and glittering jewelry that adorns your person. Mesmerized to a mind-fogging extent.
He invited you to one of his shows, a bit pouty when you tell him your aversion to louder cramped places, "Well maybe I could play something for just you?" A sly smirk plastered on his drunken face.
You get his number and finally talk yourself into inviting him over, opting for a movie night, and laying out a plethora of blankets and prized stuffed animals. The knock on your door startles you a little opening it, "Hey pretty girl", his dumb smile lazy across his lips, guitar in his ring-clad hand.
He adores your enthusiasm as you lay out the horror movie options, ultimately letting you pick whatever movie you want, "if we don't get through them all I guess I'll just have to come over again."
It felt cliche but he couldn't pay attention for the life of him, you were too, too much of everything, and eventually, when you relaxed into his arms he wanted to eat you; heart and soul.
The next couple of times he comes over, it becomes harder to ignore that desire.
He'll hold your thighs firmly in between his hands, the pads of his fingers rough from years of playing guitar. Licking a long stripe against your wet dripping hole, making you whine. "gotta stay still baby, wanna hear all your pretty noises, can't do that when you're runnin' away from me."
Nipping at the flesh of your inner thighs, one hand interlaced lazily with yours, the other working your body like you were the only thing he knew, drawing his fingers in and out in agonizingly long strokes.
saliva was spilling over your lips, mouth agape and gasping for him, " 'ren, 'ren too full, can't." In contrast to his hands, his hips work fast, too eager to feel you, his hands lifting your soft hips to him, practically bruising your cervix at this pace.
He's shirtless hovering over you, necklaces and hair sticking to his warm skin, "fuck baby, wish you could see yourself, god, gonna-"
Cum spilling out of you onto the flesh of your thighs and his abdomen, Eren collapses into a heap on top of you, his head laying in the crook of your neck, kissing and nipping at your shoulder, "you sound prettier than any love song."
Professor!Erwin who will smile and nod a little when he sees his best student already set up at the very front of the class, an hour before lecture.
Professor!Erwin who loves grading your work, adores the fluidity of your handwriting and the way you sign your name so neatly at the top.
Professor!Erwin who loves to see the look on your face as you read his encouraging marks across the page but even more so the look of shame when he leaves a discoursing comment, “I hope you are able to reevaluate how you spend your time, you’re clearly becoming distracted miss y/n.”
Professor!Erwin who has to bite back a scoff when he watches the rather obnoxious and duller one of his students ask you to tutor.
Professor!Erwin who watches you present for the class, having you dig his nails into his leg to keep himself focused while you’re damn near bent over trying to click through your slides.
Professor!Erwin who extends his office hours just for you, “wouldn’t want my best student to fall behind now would we?”
Professor!Erwin who admires how hard you work, “you have the most admirable drive of any student I’ve met.” He’ll lean over you to read your paper as you write it, his breath and cologne making your body painfully aware of how needy you wanted to be.
Professor!Erwin who groans when you press yourself against him, not being able to wait anymore , “Poor girl, been needing something other than some dumb college boys dick, huh? You work this hard for all your teachers or just the ones you want to fill you up?”
Professor!Erwin who’s hand is moving up you thigh, at an agonizingly slow pace, your hips already trying to buck for friction. His other hand holding you by the crown of your hair. Thumb pressing perfectly through the soaked cotton keeping you too far from him.
Professor!Erwin that goes soft as tears start to blister your eyes, finally moving aside the fabric to move two of his fingers swiftly inside your sopping wet hole. “You like this babydoll don't you?” His hand tightening in your hair making you whine so pitifully, “Answer or I'll stop.”
Professor!Erwin who feels himself strain against the fabric of his trousers and flesh of your ass; feeling you squeeze harder and harder around the cold metal of his wedding ring, pushing you further down on the desk.
Professor!Erwin who has to practically race to pull his length out before he ruins his favorite pants, his tip hitting your cervix with what he knows is not enough time to adjust, “m’ so sorry baby, just take it all in okay, I know you can, your my best girl, I know you can do it.”
Trainer!Mikasa who always brings you extra snacks and fun flavored waters to your sessions.
Trainer!Mikasa who always lets you go at your own pace but knows you can do just one more set for her, and after that she'll give you an extra long break, she promises.
Trainer!Mikasa that adores your newest pink workout set, and the way it hugs your figure - she’d never understand why you’d even bother working out this much.
Trainer!Mikasa who helps ‘correct’ your form when she knows there's nothing wrong with it just to touch you.
Trainer!Mikasa who stays late with you to run drills, when your session should've ended hours ago, she’s too enamored watching the sweat move across your chest.
Trainer!Mikasa who gets you pinned under her, your wrist down on the matt, chest heaving as sweat pools at the apex of your cleavage.
Trainer!Mikasa who drags her hands to your hips, kneeling on your thighs to keep you still while she pulls your tight elastic shorts off.
Trainer!Mikasa who practically melts at how wet you are, “poor dumb girl, bet you love knowing every ones starring at your ass in these, don't you?” she starts to trace her fingers up and down your cunt, thumb flicking the bud of anticipating nerves.
Trainer!Mikasa that loses all patience and shoves her digits as deep in you as she can, her own hips begging for contact at the sensation of you squeezing her, “poor baby, your fingers haven't been enough for you, have they? Needed to feel something a bit stronger, huh baby? C’mon baby, say it for me.”
Trainer!Mikasa that hits the spongey parts of your walls just perfectly with her fingers, drooling at the frothy whiteness forming where her fingers and your pussy meet, “Doing so good baby, give me just one more…”
You and Connie met at a thrift shop in downtown Shiganshina, you had both been picking through some women’s jeans , and in a questionably motivated act of kindness he had conceded the one pair of Carharts, “you go ahead and take ‘em baby” with a big smirk plastered across his face.
He had asked for your insta, and with a bit of convincing you had let him take you on a date.
After the first date it didn’t take much convincing to stay around, constant thrift store trips and house parties at Jeans and Erens, “no fucking way you’re with her, Connie, did he put you up to something - blink twice if your in danger.”
“Oh, shut the fuck up, ‘ren. You like me right baby, you promise?”
Connie loves to smoke, even if you don't, he’ll role up a couple and lay in your lap, letting you trace your fingers across his tattoos, the feeling of your hands over the raised skin sending chills down his spine.
“Thank you baby, love when you do that.”
His head positioned so perfectly in between your thighs, the air thick with smoke, making you question if you're all that sober; tilting his head to meet your eyes directly, eyes red and a little wider than usual.
He licks his lips a little, glossy and parted; he pushes himself up by his elbows to your mouth, nipping at your bottom lip, “love you so damn much.”
After a couple months he’ll go with you to get matching tattoos; local shop he had become a sort of regular at, a heart with his initial on your hip and the same with your initial on his hip.
He’ll take you home, and make sure you take good care of it, “here baby, let’s get some disinfectant on that.” He pushes you up on the counter, tugging the waist of your jeans down, to apply the cleansing gel to your skin.
Its cool on your skin, easing the incessant itching of an open wound, “feel better? I know its uncomfortable but you did so good.”
He finishes cleaning the tattoo, leaving his hand on your hip, he leans into you, his breathe running across your neck and ear “I like knowing whoever else fucks you has to see me on you, now” its said as a joke - partially, he laughs as he says it atleast, nipping at your ear.
Slow and sweet; that’s your relationship in a nutshell
Erwin was very receptive to you, you’re intellect, and hunger to know more, and develop your principals so proudly - you weren’t loud or obnoxious, which even he could be - you were poignant.
When you two first met, toes were stepped on quite often - either disagreements in strategy or personal dogmas but even as he disagreed so fervently with you, he admired you all same
The moment that truly spurred on your relationship was when he first heard you play piano, he knew he admired you but now he was enamored with you
It started slow, his attempts to court you, letting you speak before him, the occasional glare down of anyone who spoke over you, he would take extra time to examine and repair your ODM gear, before finally giving in and letting you know how much he adores you
He’s gentle and kind, and always honest with you… especially in bed
He works hard all the time, constantly worrying about every threat, existential fear and just needs to not think for one moment and you let him do that
He takes his time, lets you undress him, and could honestly just spend the rest of days hurried in your skin, its like heaven for him cause good god living this life feels like hell
Sweet soft kisses on every ounce of skin
If he lets you, if you get the chance, getting between his thighs is a transcending experience - he’ll wine and whimper and praise, “yes baby, thank you, thank you”
He's thicker than most, pretty pink tip, leaking with precum all for you <3
These are honestly my favorite thing to write , and you can see them quite clearly across my page but in summery you provide me with information about yourself and I write you a “grab bag” of things; short playlist, love letter, wedding vows, head-cannons (nsfw or sfw, at your preference),mood board about a fandom of your choice
Character Letters
Couple thousand words from you’re preferred character to you, can be romantic, platonic, or familial.
Misc
One-shots, head-cannons, playlists, anything else not listed