pervert! nerd armin who cannot concentrate on his classes anymore because the tiny skirts you wear are a distraction to him
pervert! nerd armin who is asked by his and your professor to tutor you because at this point with your grade you will not be able to graduate or pass the class
pervert! nerd armin who teases you and makes fun of you for being “dumb”
pervert! nerd armin who pokes your thigh with his pencil whenever you get a a question wrong or whenever you’re spacing off
pervert! nerd armin who sighs loudly and rests his chin on the palm of his hand when you take too long to answer a question
pervert! nerd armin who is confused as to why you are starting to sit next to him in clas
pervert! nerd armin who snickers whenever you get called on and he whispers the answer to you but when you say it out loud, it’s wrong
pervert! nerd armin who makes fun of you whenever you forget your homework
pervert! nerd armin who secretly takes pictures of you whenever you’re not looking to add to his “collection”
pervert! nerd armin who tells you to come study at his dorm because the library gets packed at this time of the semester
pervert! nerd armin who grins when you gasp once you come inside his dorm just to be bombarded with his room full of gooner figures, action figures, geeky posters, and a collection of comics and mangas
pervert! nerd armin who purposely directs you to the wrong answers while he tutors you and scowls at you whenever “you” get the answer wrong
pervert! nerd armin who says he’s lost hope in you, that you won’t pass the class, until you say “please help me armin! i’ll do anything!” he side eyes you with a raised eyebrow while his glasses slowly fall off his nose. “anything?”
pervert! nerd armin who has you tied up in his bed, while he has a vibarator on your clit while he makes you recite the answers for the upcoming test, turning up the setting whenever you get it wrong
“p-please a-armiiiin-!” “tut tut, how else am I supposed to make you understand the material? if i reward you then just maaaybe you will start understanding”
pervert! nerd armin who is not suprised when you come running to him showing your 98/100 test score
⚡︎ CW : explicit , oral fem!recieving , Armin being a nerd except maybe a little bit too educated in this field…
“wait…” you breathe out, realistically though you didn’t want him to wait… not really.
“You don’t have to um… guide me”
Armin murmurs; breath stuttering as his lips press soft tentative kisses to your inner thigh. “I’ve uh. done research… kinda...” He’s already on his knees between your thighs, soft curls brushing the softness of your skin as he adjusts your skirt like he’s handling a rare manuscript. You don’t even remember how he managed to get your legs over his shoulders. One second he was shyly fumbling with his glasses after you joked about how you “bet that tongue ring isn’t just for kissing”and now? Now… you’re biting your fist in his bed while he moans into your cunt like he’s starving for it. Except he’s not entirely smooth, not at first. his movements are a little eager and messy, like he’s trying to remember everything hes seen online. you can feel his nervousness in the way his fingers twitch against your legs; every time you make a sound his whole face goes pink. But he doesn’t stop.
The metal ball of his piercing glides over your clit with a precision that’s definitely not accidental. He’s been studying, maybe not bookwise… and from the way his eyes flicker up through his glasses; slightly fogged, and cheeks flushed… you know he’s proud of himself for making you look this dumb. You didn’t expect him to have one. You thought it was just some quiet nerd quirk. but now…? You’re starting to think maybe this is why he got it. Maybe he’s been waiting to do this. Or maybe hes always been this filthy underneath his quietness and AP calculus notes.
“Fuck… Armin” you gasp; thighs twitching around him. but he only holds you tighter — because he’s not ready to let you go just yet.
His finger tips dig into your thighs, hard enough to leave faint crescent shaped marks as if he to memorises you through pressure alone. grounding you as he buries his tongue between your folds. He holds you open, wide and trembling. not with confidence, but with panic — like some part of him still can’t believe he has you like this; terrified youll close up before he gets to taste every part of you. his tongue drags along your folds like he’s underlining every sensitive spot. Over and over. rhythmic. methodical. almost academic. you half expect him to pull back and explain the science behind how good he’s making you feel, but he doesn’t stop to gloat. He just eats. messy, reverent and greedy. And now? now all you can think about is when the fuck this nerd boy with a Tolkien tote bag learn to do this with his mouth.
AoT when they're waiting for you to wake up after getting critically injured ft. The Survey Corps.
fandoms; Attack on Titan
characters; Eren Yeager, Armin Arlet, Mikasa Ackerman, Jean Kristoff, and Levi Ackerman
genre; Angst, mild!Fluff
age rating; 14+
warnings; themes of loss and grief, canon-typical depression, unproofed
↬ Direct, straightforward, if Eren was pointed towards a goal he would reach it. Unimpeded by the blood, sweat, the tears, to get to his destination, unburdened by despair, he’d charge into a horde of titans with all the brevity of a fool if he thought for a second it would do anything to save you. Were there a surefire cure you hidden in the depths of titan territory there’d be no one who could keep Eren away - hell, were there even a clue that might make you better, even if it were lodged deep in some titan’s gullet, there’d be no force on earth with the will to stop Eren from wrenching it free. The world, twisted and gnarled, offered no such direction. Instead, staring down at your expressionless face, colour drained from your cheeks as you lay helpless in the death-white sheets of the hospital bed, Eren simply had to wait. When the doctor had first told him, alongside Mikasa and Armin, that there was nothing more they could do than simply wait and see, Eren had cursed the woman. You had risked your life, nearly died, and dragged yourself back just for the medical staff to shrug and say they’d sit back and watch you fade away? He’d told them then that it was their job to save you - an altercation that ultimately ended in Armin restraining him with arms around his shoulders, and the lot of them being thrown from the ward. Eren resented the stillness; he resented the titans for hurting you, the staff for not being able to do more, the cursed world you were forced to barely survive to struggle through when you deserved so much more; but it was his own weakness that he resented more than anything else. Even now he could do nothing to protect you. He wasn’t strong enough to keep you from ending up in that bed, and he wasn’t smart enough to be able to do anything to free you from it. The only choice was to get stronger. Stronger, smarter, better. You would wake up - you had to. When you did, he’d be sure not to let them take anything from you again.
↬ No sooner had the message left the messenger’s mouth than Eren’d taken off at a dead sprint, leaving Mikasa calling after him in a crash of the dishes he’d been holding, half-heartedly pretending to wash when the man had arrived. He’s shoving through bodies, everyone and everything in his path deemed ‘in the way’ as he charges towards your bedside. When he nearly throws the door open, mindless of whomever may be behind it, eyes locking not with the still form of your sleeping body, but with the glittering reflection within your own, he feels his eyes prick and sting with tears. He tries to be gentle, but his hug is almost crushing as his arms wrap around your waist, head pressing to your chest as he listens for the thrum of your heartbeat. It’s not until he feels your fingers in his hair, tender against his scalp despite their weak tremble, and hears the steady beat of your heart that you finally feel Eren start to relax. Slowly he leans into you, fingers curling into the back of your gown as the warmth of tears dampens its neckline. It’s through a sob you hear him promise, “I’m gonna kill all of them.”
↬ It is difficult beyond imagination for a man, whose greatest strength is his mind, to avoid thinking about something. Going about his routines as if half-dazed Armin’s eyes are foggy, his smile half-hearted and his attention half-diverted. He’s accused on more than one occasion of being distracted, but most can’t keep up their sense of indignation when Armin looks up at them, focused for the first time in a long time, eyes heavy with bags and low from sleepless nights, and tells them he’s been focused thinking of ways to help your condition. Armin’s days are filled with the duties of a soldier and he fills his evenings with you, sitting at your bedside and recounting any and everything you may have missed since he’d last gotten you caught up. Some evenings Armin studies you, watching for any twitch of recognition; others he holds your hand in his and pretends he’s speaking to you like normal, like before, until he’s weeping apologies and promises into your sheets. He couldn’t help you before, to keep you from this, but he swears he’ll help you now. In the late hours of the night, long after he should be asleep, Armin is tucked under blankets with every note and resource he can find, pouring over them by candlelight. Exhausted, run down, distracted; Armin knows the risk he’s taking, and he won’t stop until you’re standing at his side again.
↬ For a moment Armin isn’t sure he believes it. After so many days spent tucked at your bedside, so many nights taken up by fervent, helpless study, hearing that you’d woken up feels like a dream. The inquisitive prod of the medical ward’s guard, who’d let Amin know the news just before his visit, snaps him into reality and he’s quick to give a grateful salute before hurrying off towards your room - though he takes a quick second to pinch himself, just in case. Anxious as he is well-mannered, Armin knocks before poking his head in, but when his eyes meet yours and he sees the smile on your lips, the soft glow of colour in your cheeks, he can’t stop himself from rushing to your side. Taking your hand so softly it seems he fears you’ll crumble to dust if he moves the wrong way, Armin brushes off your attempts to fret over him as you get a closer look at his disheveled, exhausted state. He lets you hold him instead, tears welling in his eyes as he finally feels your warmth wrap around him and hears the beating heart in your chest. “I’m glad you’re ok…” Armin’s quiet words slow to a mumble, fading with his fatigue as he falls asleep, peacefully for the first time in ages, in your arms.
↬ Mikasa’s presence is quiet, but constant. She’s dragged from your bedside only by necessity, or on occasion the good-will and underhanded tactics of her best friends who see the bags sagging deep below her eyes and the worry lines creasing the downturned corners of her lips. It took a long time for Mikasa to let you in, to be willing to take the risk of caring about yet another person in a world so cruel. In part it felt like a sick justice, some sort of malevolent lesson that taunted Mikasa each time she thought about the possibility that she may never see your smile again. She knew the way of things - the twisted, violent, corrupt way of the world, how easily and happily it would take anything you pretended to have claim to. She had known from the beginning that she might lose you, and this was her penance for letting you in anyway; for ever having the hubris to think that she could protect both you and Eren. Clutching the scarf wrapped tight around her neck Mikasa’s fingers tremble. Even if she couldn’t protect you, she’d still have her family. But somehow that didn’t replace the spot you’d taken in her life. You fit in somewhere else - a spot that would be empty if you weren’t there. It’s when the corkscrew spiral of her thoughts leaves her at the door to rock bottom that Mikasa throws herself into caring for you. As she brushes the soft strands of a threadbare washcloth across your cheeks, changes your sheets, delivers your meals, Mikasa treasures what she has left of you and pretends it’s enough, even as each gesture is met with closed eyes and silence.
↬ It’s Mikasa’s face you see first when you wake up. Your vision is blurry, eyes fighting to stick shut as you force them into a squint. Daylight assaults your senses, lashes fluttering as your rapid blinking desperately tries to give your eyes a moment to adjust. Fuzzy black and white takes focus slowly, the outline of a person first. As the sound of their voice finally filters in, muffled words tumbling to coherence as you ever-so-slowly recognize Mikasa’s features unblurring before you. You realize soon enough that she’s called for a medical team, and not long after that you seem to be in a bed of the hospital wing. She’s jittery as the staff look you over, quick to snap when you wince or grumble over their ministrations, but once they’ve assured your stability and rushed away to more urgent matters Mikasa’s touch is gentle. Her fingers trace your cheeks, outlining your jaw before both arms wrap around your shoulders in a hug that presses her tight against you. This close you can feel the way her body trembles, hear the lingering fear in her voice as a hushed whisper brushes over your ear. “Thank you. Thank you for waking up.”
↬ Arms crossed like a shield over his puffed-out chest, Jean does his best to drown his suffering in bravado. Pasting over the gloom in his expression with a smile stretched thin, Jean meets the concern of his comrades with harsh clicks of his tongue and an exaggerated roll of his eyes that even he realizes never quite leads his gaze back to his companion’s faces. Still he fronts, acting as if you’re not his main concern even as every spare moment sends his thoughts spiraling straight to you. But if Jean doesn’t keep up appearances, were he to let the fear pressing against his shoulders hold him down, hold him back, he wouldn’t deserve to face you once you did wake up. So even when the smiles he paints on feel like lies, and the loneliness of the night threatens to let the hope from his veins, Jean presses on. One way or another, he’ll act like a man you’d be proud of - like the man you always seemed to think he was.
↬ The way Jean bursts into your room is unceremonious to say the least, nurse at your bedside nearly startling as his shoulder connects against the doorframe with a painful-sounding thump, feet slamming against hardwood as he trips over them in his haste. A quick, but earnest salute eases the ire of your attendant who’s quick to inform him of your status: stable and finally, finally, awake - coherent enough to speak, even. She’s quick to give the two of you a moment alone, and no sooner is Jean wrapping you up in his arms. His muscles are rigid, locked tight around your shoulders like you’re a glass antique; priceless, irreplaceable, fragile. It doesn’t take you long to realize that he’s shaking. “Idiot.” His words waver, lips quivering against the top of your head as he tucks your face into his neck. Despite Jean’s best efforts you can hear the pain in his unsteady voice, feel droplets of tears falling, hot and wet, against the top of your head. “Don’t scare me like that again.” Folding around you Jean’s knees go weak, pressing into the bed for support as his voice weakens, so soft you barely hear him mutter into your hair, “I don’t know what I’ll do without you.”
↬ Levi thinks he’s quiet about the way he worries over you, keeping his spiral close to his chest as he pours his focus into his work. Still, even with his sealed lips tightened into a thin, downturned line, Levi’s actions are loud: his spare moments, few and far between, are spent at your bedside until his eyes slip closed and his head bobs with the threat of sleep; the unsteady rap of his fingertips against the wood-frame of the window echo a hymn that begs you to wake up even as he assures men ranked below him that you weren’t fragile enough to die on them this easily. When the sun begins to dip below the sky, sunset illuminating your too-pale face in streaking pink and gold light, and Levi is the last left at your bedside, the trembling of the thin fingers that grasp your hands and the slight, but unmistakable, waver in his voice betray his anxiety as he reminds you that he’s waiting for you to wake up, so you need to hurry up and do it already.
↬ ASAP wasn’t soon enough for Levi, ever-present scowl etched deeply as ever when the messenger arrived. To inform him that you’d woken up didn’t warrant an express messenger, and in his head, Levi knew that. Still, having no idea how long you’d been up for before the recruit had arrived left a taste in his mouth acrid enough to make him grimace, barely addressing the saluting messenger standing in front of him long enough to dismiss him before heading towards the medical wing as quickly as he can without breaking into a sprint. Mindless to the grumbles and complaints, Levi elbows past lackadaisical members of the Military Police as they lounge about, shouldering his way through hallways that felt longer than they last had. It feels too long before he finally reaches your room, knocking just once before pushing the door open. For the first time since he’d dragged your body back from the battlefield, blooded and half-alive, Levi saw you; not the pale shadow of you laying lifeless in the hospital bed, not a body piled high on the pyre, mocking what had once been alive within, but you. When you look at him, eyes lighting up for him just the way they had before, Levi feels himself let out a long breath. His chest lightens, over a month of weight and worry falling from his shoulders as he crosses the room to you. You can see the way he studies you, as if checking for himself that you’re alright - that you’re breathing, here, real. You see the softness in his eyes, his quiet fondness, and you feel the delicacy he touches you with as his calloused fingers rest atop your head, threatening gently through your hair. “Dumbass.”
the first two functions that determine the INFJ TYPE CODE ⬎
Ni Fe Ti Se
♇ the Ni and Fe within the INFJ function makes up for the two missing letters in the middle of the type code: I _ _ J because the two missing letters in the middle are the first two functions!
♇ the Fe is the _ _ F _ because it is about extroverted feeling.
♇ the Ni is the _ N _ _ because it is about introverted intuition.
but what makes up the first letter in the code?
♇ what makes up for the first letter in the code is the second letter to the strongest function for the archetype. and the strongest function for INFJ is Ni and evidently the second letter is “I” which causes the function to now become from _ N F _ to I N F _ .
♇ but what makes up the last letter in the code?
♇ you’ll have to look back at the first extroverted archetype in the entire code. and for INFJ it is ⟶ Ni Fe Ti Se. the first extroverted function in the type is Fe, which is extroverted feeling.
♇ Fe belongs to the judging function which displays the fact that the last letter to I N F _ will be I N F J.
explaining the archetype ⬎
❦ INFJ people are very sensitive and aware of their surroundings. empathetic people who are artistic and usually are in their own world, they are considered as people who are good at trusting their own instinct, especially when they're at their worst point of their lives.
❦ they're motivated by what they imagine, being visionaries and great at seeing the potential of something. they're great at seeing the bigger picture and intricate details, they're like a scale and usually can see both sides of arguments.
❦ when people dont believe in them, they dont allow it to stop them from achieving their goals. INFJs are usually very charming and charismatic people, so getting people on their team is something that isnt difficult, they're persuaders and leaders. they think for themselves but also what can help the people around them.
❦ they are people who like peace, and can be the type o do anything to achieve it. harmony and tranquility is vital to them, but sometimes they can fall into the cycle of being people-pleasing and can become a walking mat if not careful enough.
❦ as they're people who can read the room easily, INFJ people can understand the nature of other people, and handle individuals who are more complex than the other.
DOMINANT Ni
its a function that's about perceiving, which involves unique takes and observations to the world around them. they're realistic and use it to set their direction. due to them being able to see different sides of things, it's easy for them to make intuitive links.
they're people who are inspiring, and have a lot of aspirations that make people adore them. they always want to have a goal to reach, a reason to live, a purpose. they're insightful and determined, like a bull charging towards people to get what they want.
they're tactful people, not irrational, so when they're excited and ardent about a goal, they make sure to not overlook hurdles that can come their way. but when they're underdeveloped, they can be unrealistic, delusional, and could be ungrateful with what life has to give them.
when it comes to other people, underdeveloped INFJs could put people on a higher pedestal very quickly.
INFJ'S AUXILIARY ⟶ Fe. [AUXILIARY HELPS GROWTH/HEALTHY OR DEVELOPED INFJ’S] ⬎
♱ when developed, they care for other people and not only themselves, they're considerate of the people around them are are aware of collateral damage. they're trusting of other people and can be very open-minded to ideas that aren't theirs.
♱ they set healthy walls and boundaries for themselves and other people. and in new scenarios and circumstances they can easily adapt into it, and become interactive with the people around them.
♱ they're a big people person and have a good comprehension about community, people and society.
WHEN INFJ’s BEHAVE INHIBITED ⬎
♇ underdeveloped INFJ's usually care about the opinions of other people too much, it could cause them to easily fall into other people's lies and manipulations. usually, it is due to a fear of being judged and hated, a strong dislike of being the black sheep.
♇ when they're dysfunctional, the lack normal boundaries and could want to be like others too much in order to relate to them, or have other people relate to them. they twist and bend themselves to fit into social norms.
♇ can become people who are very judgemental of others, because of what other people say about them, the epitome of judging a book by its cover. making them being considered as people who have terrible judgement.
♇ the type of people to not see how having self-destructive emotions and habits ruin their personal life. only believing what they think is true and dismisses other people's helpful opinions. when something goes wrong, they'd rather blame someone else rather than taking accountability.
♇ believe that they're self-aware but cannot express their true feelings or thoughts. due to this, they'd rather critique other people and focus on another person's flaw. the type to think they have good reason to do something but cannot express why they do, falling into very combative ways once questioned.
INFERIOR Se GRIP⬎
can be easily provoked, people might feel like they have to walk on egg-shells around them, but even if people are patient for them, they're not patient for other people. on the other hand, they can sometimes feel like they're a fly on the wall, which can sometimes make them become attention seekers.
self-destructive is something that would be evident when they're underdeveloped, and they could hurt the people around them; they can become hermits by separating themselves with society and obsessing over flaws and imperfections. and when questioned of their behaviour, they always want to justify it.
because they're always hyper-focused on flaws, they regret focusing on things that are insignificant. this is a trait of theirs that always wants to control everything, even if it's about physical exercise, cleaning or organising.
MORE INFJ EXAMPLES
GAME CHARACTERS
MONO, PRINCESS ZELDA, MARKUS MANFRED AND ROSALINA.
ANIME CHARACTERS
KONAN, ARMIN ARLET, SAILOR SATURN AND DEKU.
SHOW CHARACTERS
MICHAEL SCOFIELD, DAENERYS TARGARYEN, GLENN RHEE AND BONNIE BENNETT.
FILM CHARACTERS
ELSA, ESTHER COLEMAN, EDWARD CULLEN AND NINA SAYERS.
summary: hi everyone ! I've been obsessed with armin recently so here's how I think he would act with his pregnant wife !!
a/n: this is my first post on here so I apologize if this seems rushed or incomplete (: i’m still working on my writing and constructive feedback is appreciated !
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Husband! armin will rush to your aid when he hears you violently throwing up. he holds your hair back and offers you a glass of water, his hand rubbing gently against the small of your back.
Husband! armin who drags you to urgent care after you’ve thrown up for the fifth time in two days. you sit patiently in the hospital room as a nurse examines you. the healthcare workers listen intently as you list your symptoms. your body freezes when they ask: “have you taken a pregnancy test?”
Husband! armin who’s ecstatic when the workers confirm your pregnancy via a urine test. armin had always wanted to be father, and the two of you certainly wanted kids. you just didn’t expect it to happen so soon. armin assures that everything will be okay, and that the two of you will be the best parents.
“I know it’s sudden but I promise we can do this together. You don’t have to worry cause I’ll be here”
Husband! armin who spends the next 3 hours calling all of his close friends, his family, and even his coworkers to announce the news.
Husband! armin won’t let you lift a finger during your pregnancy. He even goes as far as hiring a housekeeper to take care of chores so you don’t have to. you feel useless and incredibly guilty that you can’t help out the way you’d like.
Husband! armin who gets overprotective when someone (including family) tries touching your bump.
“Be gentle, don’t rub her too hard” he says as he guides his niece’s hand across your stomach.
Husband! armin gets MAJOR cuteness aggression when he sees you waddling around during your third trimester.
Husband! armin who reluctantly lets you get back into your hobbies. He leans over your shoulder while you water your plants repeatedly asking if you’re doing okay and if you need help.
Husband! armin who nearly chokes when your water breaks in the middle of dinner. Your contractions were so intense that you felt lightheaded. armin rushes you to the hospital and tries to remain calm— even though he’s freaking out internally himself.
“Deep breaths honey, you’re okay” he coos while holding your hand.
Husband! armin who’s literally pacing back and forth in the hospital room as the nurses prepare you for labor. You scream in pain as the nurse administers your epidural. armin nearly cries himself seeing his sweet wife in so hurt.
Husband! armin who stands by your side and lets you squeeze his hand. You nearly break his wrist from the tightness of your grip. He stays with you for hours refusing to leave you.
Husband! armin who sighs in relief when your birth is relatively quick (for a new mom at least). The nurses clean your baby up before handing her off to you. You hold your babygirl in your arms and cradle her against your chest. armin looses composure as he sees your daughter’s face and bursts into tears.
Husband! armin who is already SO overprotective of your daughter, hesitating before he lets anyone hold her. he doesn’t let your daughter out of his sight, and will follow around whoever is holding her to keep her safe.
Husband! armin who insists on rocking the baby in the middle of the night so you can rest.
Husband! armin will stop at nothing to protect you and your beautiful daughter. He holds you against his chest while you hold your daughter against yours.
“You girls mean everything to me. I don’t need anything else as long as I have you two here”
