Levi pines silently. He’ll watch you when he thinks no one notices. From across the mess hall during dinner, eye twitching and jaw ticking when he sees you sit just a little too close to someone who isn’t him. Or across the training yard, when he should be focusing on his own drills.
You’re always at the back of his mind. In fact, you live there rent-free. For example, whenever he makes tea, he thinks about how it would be to share it with you, so much so that he almost makes two cups instead of one before stopping himself with a shake of his head and a “tch, pathetic.”
His voice and eyes will soften around you. His harsh tone becomes just a little more gentle, the hard edges of his mouth turning into something less sharp. The cold grey in his eyes suddenly seems warmer, much more welcoming. He doesn’t notice it himself, but others definitely do.
He gravitates towards you without meaning to. Deciding that when your squad does drills in the courtyard is just the perfect time for him to go train too. That when he knows you’re out on an errand is the perfect time for him to go too because, why not, when he knows he’s running low on tea or cleaning supplies anyways.
He gets easily jealous. Jaw tightening, eyes sharp as they observe you from a distance. Sometimes, he snaps and is by your side in an instant, scaring away whoever got into your personal space with a glare so cold it could freeze Hell over many times.
He becomes overprotective. Wanting you close to him during missions, placing himself between you and danger as if it’s second nature to him – whether that danger is a titan or something far more trivial, he’s always there.
And after, he'll pull you close, so close that your breath hitches in your throat. His calloused hands roaming over every scratch and mark on your skin, eyes scanning your body – not in a pervert way, not at all, but in an intense, assessing way, as if he's determined to find every single injury marring your body, regardless of how small or insignificant. Because to him, nothing that happens to you is insignificant.
And first when he's made absolutely sure that you're alright does he pull away again, that fleeting display of vulnerability wiped completely from his face as he retreats back into himself, locking those feelings away deep inside his heart.
Pining Levi might just be my favourite Levi (and that's saying something)
seriously I've had this lying in my drafts since august but figured I could post it now before another half year passes lol
reiner really does treat you like his princess. the minute you pout, he’s already reaching for his wallet or pulling you into his chest to fix it.
“aw, don’t pout, darlin’. if you can’t pick which one you want, i’ll just get ‘em both.”
he loves watching you shop, following behind like your personal guard dog while carrying every single bag. if you say something’s cute, it’s yours. its a win for both of you cause when you get home, he gets to admire you in the new lingerie he bought you.
“spin for me, baby. god, look at you… all this just for me.”
he’s so needy for your attention, constantly nuzzling into your neck, begging for kisses. he’ll whimper if you tease him too long, rutting against your thigh like he can’t help it.
“please, sweetheart, just a little kiss… m’so hard for you already.”
reiner is soo sweet to you, but you love being a brat, pulling away and giggling when he chases after your lips. “you’re so desperate, rei.” he growls, grabbing your chin to keep you still.
“don’t play with me. open that pretty mouth and let me kiss you.”
reiner can’t say no when you climb into his lap with that little pout. he’ll let you grind on his thigh until you’re moaning, his hands gripping your waist to help you move faster.
“that’s it, princess, take what you need… look at you makin’ a mess all over me.”
reiner lives to please, mouth open against your thighs, drooling while he eats you out like he hasn’t had a meal in weeks. he’ll look up at you, chin messy, and ask all breathless,
“is this good, sweetheart? wanna make you cum again, don’t stop lookin’ at me.”
and yet you’ll still sigh dramatically, roll your eyes, and mutter “that’s it?” just to rile him up. he pulls off, chest heaving, eyes dark.
“say that again and i’ll fuck you 'til you can’t walk.”
when he’s had enough of your brattiness, he flips you on your stomach and drives into you with heavy thrusts, pinning you down so you can’t squirm away.
“that attitude ain't so cute when i’m the one in charge, huh?”
spanking is his go-to punishment. not mean, but firm enough to leave you whimpering. each smack followed by his big hand rubbing the sting out.
“gonna listen now, princess? or should i keep goin’?”
sometimes he’ll let you “boss him around” telling him where to put his mouth, how fast to move his fingers. he listens, nodding, eyes glazed with devotion.
“yes, princess… however you want it. tell me what to do, i’ll do it.”
the second you cross the line though, talking back or rolling your eyes, his tone shifts. hand wraps around your throat, pressing you into the mattress while he fucks you deep.
“you need to learn to watch your mouth.”
he gets obsessed with the sight of you covered in him; cum on your tits, stomach, even across your face.
“look at you… my messy little doll. so fuckin’ pretty like this.”
reiner loves finishing inside you and then watching it drip down your thighs. sometimes he’ll scoop it up with his fingers and push it back in, groaning at the sight.
“can’t waste a drop, princess. ‘s all yours, take it.”
if you push him too far, he’ll finger you after you’re already stuffed with his cum, deliberately making it spill out just so he can scold you for being a mess.
“so spoiled, wastin’ this nice gift i gave ‘ya. look at the mess you made, baby.”
reiner’s always a mix of sweet whines and deep groans while he’s inside you, like he’s so desperate to cum but doesn’t want to until you do.
“fuck, i’m close, but you first, baby. please, cum for me, i need it.”
sometimes when you’ve been bratty, he’ll overstim you on purpose, fingers working your clit while his cock throbs deep inside. you’re crying, begging, but he just kisses your temple.
“spoiled girls don’t get breaks, sweetheart. one more for me, c’mon.”
he loves making you sit on his cock even when you’re overstimmed, holding you down on his lap until he feels you leaking all over him.
“princess, you’re dripping everywhere. so greedy for me… can’t ever get enough, huh?”
and no matter how rough he gets, the aftercare is instant. he’s already drawing you a bath, murmuring praise against your hair.
“my good girl, took it so well… my perfect princess. let’s get you cleaned up, yeah?”
includes: general, personality, appearance, friends, as ur bf !
inspired my by eren fic; light speed!! can be read on wattpad + ao3
a/n: these are MY personal headcanons. if you don't agree with stuff that's fine lol, it's a headcanon for a reason. also this is like really long LMAO. i also haven't written nsfw stuff in years so sorry if it's awkward sounding </3
general/random!
-> half german (dad), half turkish (moms side); more connected to this turkish side
-> with that said he can speak a bit of german but is more advanced in turkish - him and mama jaeger often argue in turkish when around his dad and friends LMAOO
-> MAMAS BOY !! this man LOVES his mom to fucking death, even if he doesn't show it. still calls her mama/ma
-> ALWAYS chewing gum. spearmint specifically.
-> LOVESSS cars a lot, get's excited when he sees a nice one and will always point it out
-> DND warrior unfortunately
-> enjoys spicy food but has a shit spice tolerance but he's stubborn and has a huge ego so he'll literally act like he's fine even if he spice is killing him 😐
-> loves superhero comics/movies/shows : invincible, the boys, the amazing spiderman, STAR WARS!!!
-> star wars NERD. knows like everything about the franchise, has posters, lego sets, figures, all that shit. will literally quote the movies (especially star wars episode I, II, and III) if something reminds him of it.
-> somewhat a gym rat; enjoys sports like basketball!!
-> tall enough to dunk and whenever he does dunk he holds onto the rim and swings for a few seconds (abs and vline on FULL display 🤤)
-> likes to skateboard!! does it with connie a lot. will skateboard around campus :P
-> messy handwriting, a mix between cursive and just unreadable (probably gets it from his dad)
-> pot head LOL. in highschool he used to smoke a lot but he's def toned it down in uni to focus on his studies
-> doesn't love drinking but he will on occasion, hates getting cross faded
-> surprisingly studious. wants me be a good student. competitive with jean, reiner, and even armin and mikasa at times
-> would probably be a poli sci. major in uni with hopes of becoming a lawyer one day cause he loves arguing. might even be in politics one day.. maybe..
-> listens to ptv, deftones, mcr, the cure, etc. likes heavy metal and 'emo screaming music' (what sasha and connie call it) to death
-> learned how to play the guitar and plays the electric + knows how to play the bass
-> texts a lot/doesn't love being on call or ft usually
-> plays video games like cod or league or nba 2k and is really good (had a hugeeee fortnite phase + plays minecraft with armin)
-> posters ALLLL over his room. like everywhere
-> draws on his hands and arms with a sharpie/pen when bored
-> doesn't know how to hold a pencil right
-> if ur on his close friends/private story/spam acc, u know he spams the shit out of it and reposts a lot of edits/stupid stuff but will rarely post on his main story
-> reads a good amount of books, but he has to be really interested in the plot in order to actually lock in and sit still to read it.
-> has watched the twilight movies and unironically loves them
-> had a finsta as like a random blonde pretty uni girl to stalk people...
-> stays up till like 3 in the morning/finds it hard to sleep most nights so he takes A LOT of naps/falls asleep randomly throughout the day
-> sleeps in fetal position
personality
-> has an attitude problem lowk and will roll his eyes and be very sarcastic to the point where people will think he's being rude/doesn't like them
-> loves to rage bait but he gets rage baited SO fucking easily it's sad oh my god.
-> embarrassed SO easily and will get very loud and defensive.
-> will day things that are rude and hurtful without thinking when he's angry or just cause and instantly regret them but won't apologize cause he's too prideful for that shit
-> is VERY passionate about random things; a nerd.
-> anger issues. like HORRIBLE anger issues to the point where he had to go to anger management classes and was ofc angry about that lol
-> gets into arguments with literally everyone cause he's so hard headed
-> has a very hard time asking for help - will literally try every possible solution before asking someone to help him
-> swears a lot. too much. his fav word is fuck (FUCK OFFFFFF). mom smacks him. (there is a swear jar. if he swears more than 5 times in an hour, u need to tell him mom LOL)
-> tries to be nonchalant and mysterious like levi and mikasa but fails so hard and just looks sorta dumb
-> is very shy abt it but it's so obvious he loves his friends and loved ones to death. he would do anything for them (even commit genocide- WHATTTTT??? who said that?)
appearance
-> tall. a little shorter than jean (he lies and says he's taller when he clearly isn't)
-> tan, naturally but also cause he spends a lot of time outside
-> body is muscular but not as buff as reiner. a little more lean. naturally athletic looking
-> BIG VEINY hands. (tf did u think i was gonna write...?)
-> pretty/feminine facial features. they are on the sharper side tho
-> has like a perfect nose. the nose that people pay to have. that perfect straight button nose.
-> long long long eyelashes and nice ass eyebrows </3
-> tries to grow out his facial hair cause he gets teased for looking femenine especially cause of his long ass hair but it annoys him and he ends up shaving after a few days
-> wants an eyebrow/industrial/tongue/lip piercing but his mama would KILLL him
-> grows out his hair for like months and will randomly cut it without telling anyone and just show up with short hair
-> blushes easily, a really pretty pink color
-> silver and gold jewelry both look good on him but he prefers silver cause its edgier
-> likes to dress grunge/skater punk esque - lots of baggy clothes, old band tees, jeans, sweats, layering
-> wears silver rings and necklaces
-> has this one belt made of bullets and ALWAYS wears it cause he thinks it makes him look tough
-> would have tattoos but they'd have meanings and he'd spend a lot of time picking them out
-> naturally kind of hairless (partially why he struggles to grow out facial hair)
-> has a padawan braid cause he's a cute loser nerd
-> smiles with his teeth- naturally straight and very white
-> clean looking. smells like spearmint gum and musk and just nice
as your boyfriend
-> CLINGY. SO. FUCKING. CLINGY.
-> easily flustered/shy, and won't meet ur eyes when he is (face turns pink; specifically the tip of his nose and cheeks and also the tips of his ears.)
-> LOVES the way u smell. literally grabs u by the waist and buries his head in the crook of ur neck and just breathes
-> loves when you touch hair hair/play with it/braid it, or when u scratch his arms and back - just loves when u touch him in general
-> has a stupid ass nickname for u that u HATE. he uses it in private. isn't huge on petnames but will call u baby when trying to calm u down or get ur attention
-> however, when he's being super passionate and sweet and just extra loving to u he will call u hayatım or aşkım (turkish for my love)
-> VERY touchy but not really in a sexual way (??) like he likes to hold ur hand, leans his head on your shoulder, hugs you, plays with your hair
-> cracks ur knuckles (bonus points if u squirm and try and get him to stop. he knows u hate it but he does it anyways hehe - unless u tell him not to do it properly. then he won't ofc)
-> loves ur voice, especially his laugh
-> rmr how i said he doesn't like to call/ft and prefers to text. yeah hell no. never with you. if u guys are apart he's on call with u. driving? calling u. at the grocery store? calling u. at the gym? ft with u. at night? ft with u. always always always wants to hear ur voice and laugh and see ur pretty face
-> ass and boobs and thighs meh like okay he loves obviously but he especially loves ur eyes and ur lips
-> VERRRRRYYYYY playful. like he loves to pink ur cheeks, squish ur face, kiss the tip or ur nose/squeeze it, flicks ur forehead, ruffles your hair, and since he's taller than u he always rests his arm on the top of ur head which pisses u tf off so its even better.
-> holds ur hand/grabs ur thigh while driving. if he's holding ur hand he'll bring it to his lips and kiss it/bite ur hand/fingers playfully
-> likes pda but won't do it very often cause he likes to seem nonchalant and get easily embarrassed but u alr know behind closed doors that man is SO clingy and so so so affectionate to make up for all the missed time
-> so so so so so very protective. did i mention protective? to the point where u have to calm him down or he'll literally get violent.
-> tickle wars. pillow fights. play fights. has mega knighted u on multiple occasions.
-> LOVES to match u. like if u like a specific color he will always wears it
-> if he does have tattoos he'll draw them on ur arms with pen/sharpie so u guys can match <3
-> HE suggested couples costumes for halloween. him. yes. anakin and padme OR atom eve and invincible OR nightwing and starfire OR just like any superhero couple.
-> when u first met him u thought he was very nonchalant/unaffectionate and maybe even mean but the minute he warms up it's overrrrrrr for u
-> sorta confessed first? it's so obvious to everyone BUT u that he likes u and he randomly asked if u liked him without mentioning anything abt his feelings
-> kissed u once and was like yeah that's it PLEASE be my girlfriend. he wasted no time becoming a couple cause he NEEDS to let everyone know ur his
-> very attentive. pays attention to all the small things that no one notices; sometimes things u don't notice
-> PATHETIC ASS YEARNER HOLY SHIT OMG. like a yearner down to his very core. when he first started realizing he liked u, he would literally come up with any excuse to spend more time with u, always stared at u, is extra playful and will be way more touchy as long as u seem comfortable with it, will tease the shit outta u and it lowk pisses u off but he enjoys seeing u angry
-> talks VERY highly of u, makes it super obvious he has a lot of respect for u
-> LOYALLLL. if u don't like someone without question he will literally hate this person, even if previously he might have liked them/thought they were a good person.
-> despite the fact that he's so hard headed and literally enjoys arguing, he literally REFUSES to argue with you and lowk just ignores problems even when u try to bring them up and push him abt it cause he knows he doesn't have control over the shit he says when he's pissed and the last thing he wasn't to do is hurt ur feelings </3
nsfw/spice | MDNI !!
-> rough and dominate asf.
-> LOVES to pull ur hair, bite you, leave marks/bruises
-> praise. praises tf out of u and loves it when u praise him.
-> from behind. loves it from behind. will literally put his hand on the small of your back and push you down to get the right angle.
-> LOVES when you scratch his back and leave marks. the harder/the more it hurts, the better.
-> literally folds and dies a little on the inside when u pull his hair really hard
-> very very very much likes the way u taste.... iykwim
-> pins ur hands or ties them up so ur literally helpless.
-> u could be squirming away and he'll grab ur hips and pull your back and be like "you can take it."
-> did i mention biting?
-> aftercare is lowk his fav part. he loves cleaning u up, taking you to the bath, washing your hair, cuddling
-> isn't afraid to be loud and loves it when ur loud and literally screaming his name cause he knows he's doing a good job
-> loves it messy. im talking ur makeup is like GONE, the sheets are all messed up and ruined. think the honeymoon scenes in twilight breaking dawn prt 1 LMFAO
-> HUNGRYYYY for u always. he's like a starved man when it comes to you.
-> LOVES when UR rough with him and u get all possessive and dominant. turns him tf onnnn
-> swallow it.
-> makes u beg for it. "use your words baby." "say please?"
headcanons for which your cold and jaded superior—levi ackerman—gradually softens up to you while learning of a deep, dark secret — based on this ask • themes/warnings: x f!reader, implied trauma disclosed, it isn’t ever verbally said but there is a strong implication towards past SA, reader is inexperienced/a virgin and while nothing graphic happens, there is a build-up towards gentle intimacy (a hug) • w.c: about 900ish
Levi Ackerman, who didn’t care all too much about you when you first joined his squad. Truth be told, he thought you wouldn’t last too long at all, so dismissing you from the first interaction onwards felt safer. At least much more so than getting to know yet another eventual face to bury.
Levi Ackerman, who found it annoying when he’d catch you lingering around the barracks long after everyone else had gone off to sleep. He found it so strange that you often stood there in place with your head tilted up, your mind somewhere in the clouds.
Once, he decided to confront you about it, only to be met with a flinch and a shove that sent him stumbling back a step. Your eyes were all glassy when they landed on his, coated in tears that were ready to fall. You looked at him like he had cornered you—as if he were about to hurt you.
He wasn’t offended when you looked at him like that, no, but—
He also didn’t know what to do with himself.
Levi Ackerman, who, after that, made an effort to notice all of those other things about you, no matter how small. He shrugged off the nonchalance he wore around fresh faces, reminding himself that you were his squadmate, so therefore, to a degree, your responsibility. Only when he started to take extra care did he begin to see the way you so easily startled when someone’s hand or shoulder brushed past you when they walked by, or how you would dissociate during field missions.
It was around then when the way you acted started to feel familiar; it was how he acted when processing grief, after all.
Leading him to understand that you were working through something traumatic.
He should have known.
And over time, he put together the pieces without ever needing you to say what it might have ever been out loud, with certain things like context clues guiding him closer to the answer he once so naively sought, leading him to the conclusion that it might have been someone who hurt you in the past. Given the way that you often recoiled from closeness, he guessed it was personal enough.
When, also, you finally were brave enough to disclose the truth on your own, he went strangely quiet, or at least more so than usual. You told him all about how you were hurt—how you were touched—how you then lost yourself to the pain. Anger rose from within him on your own behalf, and he felt profoundly disappointed—but not surprised—that people like that existed, let alone breathed the same air he did. Still, he kept his anger concealed and didn’t let his fury reach you, understanding that all you needed right then and there was someone who accepted you.
In turn, giving you his support, his shoulder to cry on, his sheer presence, if it meant you wouldn’t have to suffer this all alone anymore.
And indeed, you did not—
For it was you who joined the military as a means of surviving something you could never quite outrun, wasn’t it? You convinced yourself—perhaps foolishly—that if you poured all of your misery into something essentially terminal, then you could disappear when it all went south.
Even when you performed well on the initial assessment and even when you did act like the ever-so-disciplined soldier they wanted, you were still set aside, told to wait. Someone told you it was nothing to worry about, that it was that… they hardly ever got adult recruits. That you needed to be in a team that fit you.
Which was how you ended up working alongside a man with the coldest eyes you had ever seen.
It was you who found yourself flinching whenever he got too close, not that it was ever his fault for spooking you, nor your fault for reacting. You tried so hard to push him away, to keep things strictly professional, but he never provoked you to do anything other than take your time, and as you did, the pieces that barely kept you together slipped loose all on their own.
It was you, then, against all reason, who began to fall for him anyway, even when you swore off everyone else left in the world. It was just the fact alone that he recognised your pain for what it was, and that meant a lot more than anything else ever did. This wasn’t a person who wanted to hurt you—not like they did back then—in fact, all it ever seemed like was that Levi only ever wanted to help you.
It was you who felt your breath hitch when you realised he quite possibly felt the same way, leaning in for a kiss—which was rare of him to do—only to have you pull back, your shoulders close in on themselves, your hands ball into fists—
“That’s alright,” he murmured, his voice low and soft, nothing but reassurance in his tone.
But it was still you who trembled, it was you who shook, and you who tried to push him away—
“I’m not,” you said too quickly, all breathless and shaky, “I-I’m not— I don’t— I want my firsts to be my own, and this feels like it, but—”
“They’ll be on your own terms, then,” he said decisively, understanding perfectly well, pulling away, allowing you some space.
At that, though, it was still you who felt as if something in you was freed.
You met him with not a kiss, but a hug, holding on with all that you had—
Just about nearly breaking under the weight of how lucky you were to find him in a place that you had gone off to disappear.
And Levi Ackerman, who, on the other hand, finally felt something in him settle, because all of the care he once withheld had finally found somewhere safe to go.
"Disgusting." Levi scoffed as he reached for the tissues to clean the cum of his freshly drained cock. "Why does sex have to feel so good but be so gross?" It really baffled him. Just the sight of your pussy dripping onto the sheets was nearly enough for him to tell you to close your legs.
When he was done he grabbed your hips to flip you over. You smirked up at him as you spread your legs open at let all that thick cum flow onto the sheets that he so carefully folded that morning. Sheets that were now ruined, one side hanging off the bed, the other side still a little bunched up from where you gripped it with your fists.
This was without a doubt his least favorite part of sex. But it was also hot in way, on the deepest, most primal level.
"Levi, look at all the mess you made." You teased him before he got a new tissue and moved his hands between your legs. But you slapped it away and took some of the cum on your fingers and into your mouth. Levi looked at with contempt.
"Stop that." He pulled your hand away and pinned it beside your head.
You grinned wider. "What? I'm just cleaning up the mess."
"Leave that to me. You should relax." He commanded as he applied gentle pressure on your abused pussy. As careful as he was to not touch your sensitive clit he still brushed it accidentally. "Excuse me. I'm trying to be thorough."
"It's fine. I never mind it when you touch me." You still let out a quiet whimper when he pressed his fingers inside slightly, intent on cleaning all of you, every part he made dirty.
📝: black fem hairstylist!reader, friends to lovers, fluff to smut, praise, he’s also bi, alcohol use, switch!armin, choking, finger sucking, oral (a eating) missionary, cumshot, calls reader babe and my love
🎙️: I’m trying out something a lil’ different and trying to actually make my drabbles short so I hope y’all like it. Also I know like 3 of you might actually see this tonight but posting anyways bc I’m bored
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you never thought you’d see makeup artist!armin ever again..in the flesh at least. It’d been three years since you, him and twenty other attendees of one of the country’s most elite cosmetology schools had graduated as licensed beauticians. A majority of you had gone on to do extraordinary things with your newfound certifications…some working for prestigious salons, others starting their own businesses and continuing ones they were running illegally. But you and Armin? Leagues all on your own! Of course, the same could have been said when you were in school together. Seemingly attached at the hip and matching in both skills and wit. makeup artist!armin was naturally the talk among the class. The only male in a room full of gorgeous girls…chatting and keeping up with the conversations as if he were one of you. Offering advice on boyfriends and husbands, reciting the lyrics to every female rap song that played from the salon floor’s speakers as you all practiced balayage and full sets whilst the instructor watched. makeup artist!armin was a natural..able to analyze a face and turn anyone into the most beautiful version of themselves. Of course, it left much speculation on his orientation but when the question arose, his response was: “I like what I like, that’s all.”
with his fluffy blonde locks, warm blue eyes, scattered tattoos, including the pieces on his neck and hands…fingernails always donned with nail polish and sporting jewelry of some form, he was a dream. But it was him who was enamored with (y/n)..his girl to anyone who asked. Something you always figured to be a lighthearted inside joke, considering the number of empty, flirtatious passes you made at one another. Pretending to kiss, even allowing him to grasp your throat in the process because he’d only follow it up with some effeminate remark before you both broke into a laugh. “Armin moveee, you play too much.” “Babeee, c’mere. You didn’t have a problem last night. Why are you being mean to me?” But makeup artist!armin wasn’t interested in playing games anymore..especially when he saw you all over Instagram, going viral for your amazing work. Laying wigs, coloring, finger waves, silk presses..the works. You were the best of the best and people were dying to get a seat in your chair. Including an influencer with tons of followers and the money to burn, looking to get done up by the city’s finest for a club appearance. What you didn’t expect was the person traipsing behind her to be makeup artist!armin..looking even better than he had before!
“It’s been a while, my love. How are you? I see you look sexy as always.”
Hugging instantly as the excitement over took the both of you. makeup artist!armin couldn’t keep his eyes off of you as you styled the influencer’s hair, watching you two laugh and chop it up..joining in on the fun occasionally. Turns out he had been working with some notorious clientele, using his talents to earn quite a pretty penny and make a name for himself in the beauty sector. But the real conversation wasn’t done until after hours…when he’d finish up with your guest and you were closing up shop. The two of you would down some of the leftover shots you had with the client as part of her pregame whilst he decided to give you a complementary beat for old times sake…
talking about life and what it had been like since you left the academy. Divulging in juicy gossip about friends and old peers alike, work and what it was like having your entire catalogue on display for social media. Of course, what makeup artist!armin and yourself truly wanted to know was if there was a special someone around..
“Me? Nah, me and my ex been done. I don’t have time for dating..the money is my only love nowadays.”
“I feel that. All I do is work and go home.”
but he was hoping to change that last sentiment. Dressed in his black button down and slit jeans with silver bands on his fingers..he’d turn your face towards him as the guise of brushing on your highlight
“Y’know I really missed this, (y/n). I’ve been watching you and I’m so proud of what you’ve done. You’ve worked hard.” “Thank you, Armin..you’re always so sweet.” “Well duh, I’ve already told you, you’re my girl..”
makeup artist!armin couldn’t hold back any longer…bridging the gap of space between you two as the bright lights hung overhead. He'd confess that he’d thought about you everyday and wished that the two of you had kept contact. It was as if all of the sexual tension and feelings that the two of you had been harboring were just seconds from spilling over. Which only in turn led to you moving to the back of your salon, lips crashing together and tongues shoved into each other’s mouth as he mounted you onto a nearby countertop. Completely forgetting his masterpiece he’d painted on your face.
“Arminnn..”
“Shhh..it’s okay, babe. I know..you don’t have to tell me. I know you better than anyone.”
a statement that rang true when he’d pull you into a kiss yet again and clutch your throat as he’d done in a joking manner many times before. A movement they elicited a smile from you both.
“You still like that, huh? So nasty..”
“You said it..you know me better than anyone, baby.”
from your lips to your neck, he’d mark you with pecks, licking and nibbling at your ear as he whispered lecherous things; from how good you looked in the bodycon dress you were wearing to how he needed to hold it up while pounding you from the back..
“Mmmm..see, there you go playing wit’ me.”
“Spread your legs for me, baby and you’ll see how much I’m joking..”
leaving you with a heavy pat to the ass as he scooped you into his grasp and parted your thick thighs. Obviously much more fit than he was when you’d last saw him. makeup artist!armin tugged down the top of your dress, exposing your breasts as he planted a hand into your tummy..peeling your panties back with his teeth before diving into that dripping center. Wasting no time in lapping on your clit, gliding a finger or two in and sucking on your folds as if it were his first meal in months. He certainly was no stranger to eating pussy..regardless of everyone’s opinions on his sexuality!
“F-fuckkkk..Arminnn..” Pushing his head and shoulders back whilst still grinding on his mouth.
“I’m sorry, babe. What is it that you want? Because you’re realllly confusing me..do you want me to stop..or should I keep eating this little pussy until you come all over my face?” Laughing as he spat into your entrance and continued lapping. (Y/N)’s legs began to quiver, breath shallow and chest heaving as your eyes rolled back..you’d never felt anything remotely euphoric as this. He knew each of your spots, what made you tick and how to pleasure you. He navigated your body as well as an eyeshadow palette and like always, he wasn’t done until he was satisfied..
“Awww, babyy—don’t cry. I know it feels good but you’re gonna ruin your pretty makeup. Here..suck on my fingers.” That soft yet dominant taking over as he shoved two digits in your mouth. What followed was a trail of saliva and his tongue breaching your puckering lower entrance. Which nearly caused you to shoot through the roof.
“Look at that..now I’m in all your pretty holes, babe..I’ve waited so long to do this. Fuck..you taste amazing.”
you’d whimper and writhe around, grasping at the marble counters as that orgasm neared..he’d push those fingers in and out until splatters of warm juices hit his chin. “Sorry, my love..I hate to stop you but—” unbeknownst, he had been stroking himself through his boxers and was ready to let you get the real thing.
“If you want to come anymore, it’ll be on this dick. I really need to fuck you.” His voice was much deeper than before and you didn’t hesitate to let him inside. Pinning your legs back to the vanity, makeup artist!armin tapped that head and shaft against your folds before gently gliding in, keeping your eyes fixated on each other with his hand still around your neck. That fat cock splitting open your wet folds.
“Shit…your pussy’s so warm, babe. God, why’d you keep this from me?” But you were too in awe to answer..completely stuck on how big he was and how well he wielded it. Slowly stroking and rubbing your clit with the opposite hand. You were fixated on his gaze and sweet words, listening to him to praise you whilst he resided balls deep inside of you.
“Oh my gosh….’s so fucking big. Fucking me so good..” whimpering and barely able to fork coherent sentences. makeup artist!armin would chuckle softly as he watched it slide in and out, the bulge appearing when he sped up. “Damn, babe. I love this look on you…but I love even more how I look inside of you.” Pounding you into the vanity with his lips melded to yours.
“Ahhhh…yes, baby! Right there..’m gonna come.”
“I told you, if you want to, it’s gotta be on me.” makeup artist!armin would continue thrusting until he drew more splashes out of that cunt, making you squirt all over his torso and the countertop. It wasn’t long until he too was reaching his own climatic peak, burrowed over you with his face buried into the crook of your neck as he called out your name..whining about how badly he missed you.
“Oh God I missed you..I missed you so bad. Can I come for you, my love? Please? I’ve been so good..I waited all this time just for you..”
and it was no question that you’d welcome it..waiting patiently as he pulled out of you reluctantly. He’d spray those thick ropes of cum all over your tummy and even catch your face..
makeup artist!armin reveled in his latest and most prized creation yet. Laughing as those fluffy lashes swatted off remnants of his seed..droplets staining the glossy nude lip he’d just finished.
“I need a kiss after that. C’mere..” “Yeah, I agree.”
makeup artist!armin had long since dreamed of what he’d say and do once you guys reconnected. He was nervous, afraid that you’d reject his feelings but it was no longer a secret. That mounting love that had been festering inside of you both had exploded into a blaze of passion that couldn’t be extinguished any time soon. And now that he was back in your life, you’d never be apart again.
