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  • astridthevalkyrie
    24.06.2021 - 3 hours ago
    #eremika#eruri#aruannie#levihan#yumikuri#mikannie#jearmin#beruani#reibert#erejean#mikasasha#rivetra#onyahan#springles#eremin#aot #these aren't all the ships i like but i guess these are the ones that are just inspiring me to write out imagines tonight #fandom musings
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  • bxrbxtos
    24.06.2021 - 4 hours ago
    #yandere zeke jaeger #yandere yelena #yandere bertholdt hoover #yandere aot#yandere snk #yandere attack on titan #yandere shingeki no kyojin #yandere headcanons#yandere imagines#yandere#kj writes
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  • sxkunas
    24.06.2021 - 5 hours ago

    tell me about it

    part 1 | part 2

    you and armin drive down to the race track drunk on each other’s taste, falling harder for one other by the minute. you knew you couldn’t be together, but you two are quick to learn that you’d both do crazy things for love.

    ♡︎ genre: 50s!au, greaser!armin, slow burn, angst, nsfw, mdni

    ♡︎ warnings: 18+ dark content ahead, unprotected sex, cockwarming, fingering, car sex, protective!armin + virgin!reader, depictions of phsyical fighting (hand-to-hand combat) + graphic wounds, heavy mentions of blood, stabbing/stab wounds, light mentions of intoxication, ideations of death

    ♡︎ featuring: s4!armin arlert x f!reader

    ♡︎ word count: 11k

    ♡︎ series summary: you worked at rosie’s diner, where the local greaser gang stopped by almost daily. they've become part of your routine, they're your usuals... that was until the day when none of them came in, turns out the gang had crumbled under the hands of one new blonde stud that just moved into town.

    a/n: ...this is the second + final part to my 50s!armin mini-series. i cried a lot writing this + i'm v proud of it. it’s long but, it’s something that i really hope has you drooling until the very end... i hope you enjoy la fine <3.

    “you just turned my world upside down blondie,” you say through your laughter.

    “yeah? tell me about it darling. where to next miss?” he looks over at you with stars in his bloodshot eyes.

    “let’s go to that stupid racetrack.”

    armin’s veiny hands hugged the thin steering wheel of his caddy tight, knuckles turning white with every bump he hit on the road. you watched his hands intently, he had a gold ring with a ruby in the center on his middle finger of his left hand. on the other he wore two silver bands, one on his pinky and one on his index. you two drove in silence down main street, watching people trickle into the matinee showing of rebel without a cause. the sun was setting leaving an orange haze in the sky, painting armin’s cheekbones a soft golden color. you two had been driving mindlessly for a while, the adrenaline running through your veins gradually subsiding. you brought your attention back down to your lap as your hands toyed with the ends of your skirt, fingers unconsciously picking at the baby pink polish on your nails. you'd gotten terribly nervous all of a sudden.

    “alright then, spit it out darling,” armin asks you as you slow down at a stop light. he reaches down to his jacket pocket, fumbling for his pack of marlboros. he places a cigarette between his teeth and unfolds your hand to put his lighter in it, hitting the gas as the light turns green. his eyes never leave the road when he leans over to you and nods his chin in your direction, rocking the cigarette up and down between his teeth.

    “light me up will you?” armin slurs through a closed mouth. your hands come up to his mouth as you strike the lighter three times.

    one.

    two.

    three.

    you counted as the little flame was freed from its tiny box. you used one hand to hold the flame to the end of the cigarette as the other cupped around armin’s mouth. his cracked lips closed around the yellow tip, his necklace moving up with his chest as he took a deep inhale. your face burned a deep red, those lips were tangled with yours not too long ago. you turned to watch the town pass by, sure to not let armin see you blush at the thought of his lips touching your skin once more. you two fell back into your silence.

    “so, what? cat got your tongue sweetheart?” armin smirked as smoke clouded his face.

    “n-no. armin, it’s just…” his ocean blue eyes beckoned you to tell him more, you were so mesmerized by him.

    you weren’t really sure what you wanted of him, your anxious thoughts were running miles in the comfort of your head, with no intentions of leaving soon.

    “armin… what if we see jean at the race track?” you asked with those big doe eyes gazing up at him, he was so mesmerized by you.

    bingo, armin thought. he knew that’s what you were worried about, he truly didn’t even have to ask you. he let out a snark laugh as he placed a hand behind the headrest of your seat, the cigarette hanging between the knuckles of his ring and middle fingers on the hand holding the wheel. your eyes were fixated on the cigarette, nerves apparent in your face. armin’s gaze softened at the sight of your bottom lip quivering ever so slightly. he didn't want to see those pretty pink lips of yours sad, not for the sake of any old bastard, with the exception of himself of course.

    armin’s hand slides off the headset until his hand reaches your cheek, your eyes flutter shut at the sensation of his cold rings hitting your warm, blush-covered skin.

    “armin…” your lips whispered into the callused palm of his hand. you looked up at him bashfully, you were so embarrassed of the effect he had on you. the smallest things drove you absolutely mad for him. the sky, now a fiery magenta, didn’t help the sensual tension between you two. you couldn’t possibly love each other in the way you wanted, you both knew that. my goodness, if the titans ever found out…

    your breath hitches in your throat, your heart dropping as armin watched your eyes grow sad, tears beginning to well at the corners of your eyes. armin drags his thumb across your cheek, prepared to catch your tears as they fall. your hand reaches up to grab his, as you push it further into your cheek, leaning into his touch.

    “armin, jean and the boys would flip this whole town upside down if they ever found out that we…”

    “that we what?”

    the blush on your cheeks deepened as armin forced you to realize your most intimate moment from an hour ago. you watch him smirk, cigarette back in his mouth, other hand steering the wheel gracefully.

    “that- that we… kissed armin…”

    armin adored the way his name sounded coming out of your mouth. it was so delicate, like you cherished every syllable, but yet you said it as if you longed for him, with passion, dripping with lust. you try to act so innocent for me darling, my pure little thing you, armin thought, his grip on the wheel tightened. he took one of your curls in his hand and wrapped it around his finger.

    “armin, we can’t… we really shouldn’t…”

    “shouldn’t what doll? say it.”

    “we shouldn’t be together, you’ll get hurt, jean oughta get mad...”

    armin’s jaw went rigid as he ground his teeth together. he squeezed the ringlet of your hair tight around his finger before letting it go and putting his hand back on the wheel. you felt the car speed up as armin slowly punched the gas with his foot. you look at him desperately, eyes pleading him to tell you what’s happening.

    “a-armin, please slow down! we-"

    “how many times do i have to tell you darling, the next time i see jean i won’t go easy on him.”

    your hands fell to the handle of the door, holding on as armin went faster and faster, going far beyond the town speed limit.

    “armin!-"

    “you don’t have to worry about me. how many times are you gonna mention good old jeany boy... in fact, i hope we see jean at the race track… i have a little gift for him, remember?” armin seethes through gritted teeth as he pulls the gold bracelet jean gave you out of his pocket and places it in your hand, before bringing your knuckles to his lips and kissing them sloppily.

    “you hold on to that for me okay baby? keep it safe while i get us to the race track, we’ve gotta speed up or we might miss your little jeany boy yeah?”

    you sensed an overwhelming amount of jealousy in armin’s voice, a new side to him exposing itself. you wrapped your fingers around the bracelet and stayed silent as he whipped you two to down the street.

    “a-armin! where are you going? this isn’t the way… we’re headed straight for the-"

    armin shuts you out as his fingers shake to turn up the volume of his stereo, music drowning out the sound of your pleas. your breath is shaky, the upbeat music feeling unsettling in this moment of chaos. the lyrics flooded your brain, pushing every other thought up to the surface.

    Why does the rain fall from above?

    Why do fools fall in love?

    Why do they fall in love?

    “armin, wait! you’re just gonna cause more trouble for us! why don’t you thi-"

    Love is a losing game

    Love can a be shame

    the song grows louder, lyrics panging at your eardrums. your head whipped back and forth, shoulder banging into the window as armin turned a corner you knew all too well, your eyes opened wide when you realized where he was really taking you. your body jerked forward as he stopped abruptly at the end of the street, your hands instinctively finding an anchor on the dashboard of his car. your heart was about to break out of the confines of your chest.

    “armin… why are you doing this? you’re gonna get yourself killed! can’t you see it?! god, think with your head… please!” passerby turned their heads to peak in the baby blue cadillac as you screamed at the top of your lungs, voice wrestling with the volume of the music. it was armin’s turn to look at you with tear-stained eyes.

    “i’m tired of letting good things leave my life y/n! i’m not scared… o-of anything! i’m not running anymore.” his voice cracked through his screams, “and i’m sure as hell not scared of good ‘ol jeany boy sweetheart!” you looked on in pure disbelief and confusion as to what was happening, the cadillac felt like it was sinking into deep water and it was too late to open the windows.

    “armin.. what the hell… are you going on about?!” you were panting with frustration and tired from screaming. god, you hate men.

    armin grabbed his plastic comb from the chest pocket of his leather jacket, as his shaky hands ran the teeth of it through his hair. his foot began to ease its way down the gas slowly as you felt the car jolt forward again, your eyes widened in fear as you looked at the blonde boy.

    “armin… armin, no. stop the car right now! don’t even think-"

    armin’s hand cranked at the stereo, raising the volume to the max so the whole block could hear it.

    I know of a fool

    You see

    For that fool is me

    armin revs the engine once, twice, three times. the metal inside the hood of the car rattling like it’s a bear that’s just woken up from hibernation. passerby are now stopped in their tracks and watching the situation unfold inside the car that was stopping traffic, sipping their drinks slowly as if they’ve got front row seats to a double feature. armin looks at you with wild eyes and smiles widely at you. has he gone crazy?

    “let’s pay precious jeany boy a visit what do you say?!” he yells, his voice raspy and choppy as you watch his hand push the stick shift forward. he was gripping it so tight you would think he could crush it from the pressure of his hand alone.

    faster.

    faster.

    your body propels backwards into your seat as he races you two to the end of the street where the titans’ car shop resides.

    straight into the hands of the enemy.

    “armin have you gone mad?!”

    you watched as you see the familiar territory grow closer, jean's cherry red corvette is parked out front. you've never wanted to see starla less in your life.

    within a flash you two had stopped right in front of the garage door, wide open so jean and the boys could get a good look at you two. armin revved his engine once more to get their attention. your heart stuttered in your chest as your eyes met jean's. he was wearing a tight white cotton shirt, covered in grease and sweat, and had a dirty rag over his shoulder. you looked at him in bewilderment, you couldn't think of a single possible thing to say to him in this moment. your mouth hung open, voice haltering in fear of the unknown. what the hell was going through his mind right now?

    "jean please, just-"

    "y/n, get out of that damn car right now. the hell are you doing with this scum?!"

    you gasped at his cockiness, "jean! how dare you talk to me like-"

    armin snickered from the driver's seat and looked jean dead in the eyes.

    "can't even sweet talk your own girl huh jeany boy? how've you been?! it's been what... 6... 7 hours since we first met... an anniversary!" armin drawled through gritted teeth. his eyes narrowed at jean, asserting his dominance on his territory. jean jumped at the car and smacked his hands at the bottom of your window, fingers balled into fists. jean chocked up a wad of saliva and spit it on the ground before letting out a sarcastic laugh.

    "are you trying to tango barbie?" jean narrowed his eyes back at armin with a smirk on his face. armin scoffed as he lit up another cigarette, taking his time before giving jean the satisfaction of a response.

    "...and what if i am, daddy-o?"

    both jean and your faces dropped at armin's choice of words. your mouth hung wide at the fact that he just called jean kirschtein, head of the titans, daddy-o, on his own goddamn turf.

    "a-armin-" you stumbled as you tried to stop him.

    "...i think it's time we settle this fair and square yeah jeany?" armin takes a drag of his marlboro, "last i checked it takes two to tango but you had all of three of your goons on me! what? afraid you might eat dirt if we just dance ourselves?"

    you remembered how armin's voice was breaking just minutes ago, screaming to you in frustration, nearly crying at the wheel. well not an ounce of his voice was faltering now. you had confidence he could win this, you looked down at your skirt and smirked evilly, silently supporting your blonde knight.

    "oh you've done it now barbie... be at the race track in an hour... that's your favorite spot isn't it? w-what do you go there so you can cry alone?"

    was jean kirschtein... stumbling on his words?

    "and what if i do? heard a bird loves it when a man can cry, maybe that's why i've got yours in my caddy right now!" armin growled. your eyes widened as your smirked turn into a burst of laughter, my my, armin was quite the clever stud. jean looked at you in shock, you'd just stabbed him in his broken heart.

    "in an hour smartass," jean seethed and slammed his hand on the window sill one last time, leaving a print of grease on armin's tan leather.

    "scum better clean that up," he muttered.

    you looked at armin in disbelief at what he'd just done.

    "armin-"

    "can it baby, i'm doing this for me. i get you're worried... thank you. haven't had many people worry about me in my life, especially not angels like you... but you gotta understand me when i say this..." you watched armin's pretty pinks move as he spoke to you, looking ahead at the road as you two shot out of the titans' car shop.

    "...i'm doing this for me. i'm not letting him walk all over me, i'm not gonna let him stake his claim on you like... like you-like you're some piece of meat! i'm done letting good things go from my life."

    "armin... what does that mean?" you whispered. he looks at you questioningly.

    "that's the second time you've said that now... that-that you're done letting good things leave your life." you watched as his knuckles tensed around the steering wheel, he takes a long drag of his cigarette.

    "i got the shit kicked out of me today doll," he laughs, "i-i got the shit kicked out me! ha!" he looks over at you with a bright smile but you can only look on in confusion as to what he was going on about. he puts his arm back behind the headrest of your seat, grazing his fingers along the back of your neck through the hole.

    "...i got the shit kicked out me and-and normally i would've left. i would've said... forget this crap! and left, again, like i always do..."

    his cool blue eyes warmed up a little as you watched him sort out his sentences in his mind.

    "...my parents left, and i let them," his breath hitched in his throat, "i loved them man... shiieeet," he drawled, trying to laugh off the clear sadness in his voice.

    "everything was so good... i wasn't a bad kid you know. i-i was a damn good kid, didn't drink, didn't smoke until they left."

    your eyes were clouded with sympathy, no child deserves that.

    "my father started drinkin'... i said-shit, you wanna know what I said? i said... daddy, are you tired? ha! what stupid kid i was."

    you wanted to console him, tell him something, anything, to make him feel better. but something in you told you that armin just needed to talk, he needed to talk to someone. so he could finally stop running.

    "one of the last things my father told me before he left was- he said... you gotta defend yourself son! you're a runt ya hear me? so you gotta work extra hard to make sure people don't step on ya..."

    armin scoffed as he raised his hands up and smacked them back down on the steering wheel in disbelief.

    "... guess what i did y/n..." he said your name weakly, "...i ran... once my dad left, my mom followed the minute i turned 18, she didn't have it in her to stay... so i ran, and i kept running, the hell else was i s'posed to do?... i haven't stayed in one place for more than a few months for the last three years..." his voice trailed off as you two came upon the familiar dirt road that led to the abandoned race track. you rolled your window down and stuck your arm out, leaning your head against your tricep as you looked at yourself in the sideview mirror.

    "armin i'm-i'm very sorry you-"

    "every town i've skipped to i've left, i can't make anything last i-i meet good people and i let them go!" he scoffs, "nothing... no one has ever made me want to stay anywhere." the caddy shakes up and down at the irregularities of the dirt road. armin's eyes are faced ahead, one of his hands gripped the wheel as the other fumbled with his necklace. was he nervous?

    "but then i met you today and... dammit y/n i'm taken with you!" armin confesses as he comes to a stop at a secluded corner of the race track. he rests his forehead on the wheel and continues speaking in whispers.

    "you are... something else. i didn't think i'd make it a week here after i got into that fight with the titans... but then god sent you out the back door of rosie's... all frustrated and annoyed at the world in your little apron..." his voice trailed off as the blush on your cheeks deepened.

    "yeah? so you like me huh? tell me about it," you teased, you brought a hand to the back of armin's neck and gave it a loving squeeze. he lifted his head off of the steering wheel, finding the courage to look at you after giving his corny confession. he takes your hand from his neck and brings it to his lips, he kisses the palm of your hand and whispers,

    "y/n, you make me wanna stay. i wanna stay for you, everyone else in this town can screw off... especially that old rat miss anna."

    the biggest smile creeps it's way onto your cheeks and quickly grows into the hardest laughter you've experienced in your life.

    "n-not even... good 'ol j-jeany bo-y h-huh?" you stammered, "silly m-miss anna? ha! i can't believe it blondie!"

    armin begins to laugh with you, you two roll around in the seats of his caddy, hands holding onto your stomachs to subside your laughter.

    "you're absolutely mad armin arlert!"

    "you make me this way doll..."

    you two grow silent, you fumble with the hem of your skirt as armin fiddles with the rings on his fingers.

    "so that's it? you're gonna let a guy confess his feelings for you then leave him high and dry huh? oh, you're a bad one birdie," armin teases.

    "surely you saw my face turn into a tomato armin..." you laugh, "... and i don't think any old bird that wasn't taken with you would let you drive her around like a mad man all day!" armin smirks at your choice of words as he leans in close to you so you could feel his smoky breath on your face.

    "so you're taken with me then huh?" you watched as the last bit of sun sparkled around in his eyes, as the evening slowly turned into night, the sky being painted a deep blue. your breath hitched in your throat as your hands tangled themselves in your skirt, thighs squeezing them together tight.

    "there you go blondie, makin' a girl all nervous again, would you stop that!?"

    "stop what?" he smirks, you watch his earring dangle as he lets out a low, throaty chuckle.

    "stop looking at me the way you do! it drives me crazy..." you said, almost out of breath, "...of course i'm taken with you armin. you were the prettiest thing to me the minute i saw you..."

    "i guess we're both a little crazy then eh? does jean get crazy with you dove?" his hand comes to meet the soft skin of your cheek, he feels them ablaze under his touch.

    "armin... if i'm gonna kiss you again i don't want to hear another word about jean!" your eyes widen in shock at what you just admitted to armin. you wanted to kiss him again. he shines his pearly whites at you with that calculating grin of his.

    "screw that bastard, i wanna kiss you more than anything in the world."

    armin takes your face in his and runs his thumb over your bottom lip softy, eyes fixated on your mouth. you looked at him with such longing, such need. you wanted a taste of this forbidden love, one that would wreck your relationship with the titans, blacklisting you from town, and throw you to the side as you fell hard for the traitor that flipped this shithole upside down in the first place.

    "armin..." you whispered softly and kissed the tip of his thumb.

    "what is it darling? use your words."

    you removed your hands from their place on your skirt and ran them through his blonde locks ever so gently. he looked at you like you were the only thing left in the world that would keep him alive.

    "armin i wanna do it again. please, kiss me."

    without hesitation armin swept you into his arms and pulled you onto his lap. you were sat on his thighs while your legs swung over to the passenger seat, your back leaning against his window. you laced your right arm around his neck and used the other to caress his cheek. he wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you into him, resting his forehead against yours.

    "armin..." you whispered breathlessly.

    "i know dove, i know."

    his tongue licked at your lips gently, wanting to savor every minute with you. your lips crashed into his as you pulled his mouth into yours. your lips fit together like puzzle pieces, made for no one else but each other. doo-wop played softly from the stereo as you two got drunk off of one another's taste, tongues moving in a perfect symphony. armin pulled away from you out breath and eager to please you.

    "i wanna try something pretty, just rest your head on my shoulder," he whispered against your lips. you nodded feverishly as you tucked your head into his neck. armin's hand gathered the end of your skirt and pushed it up your legs slowly, bringing it from your calves up to your mid-thigh. you watched with hunger as you tucked your bottom lip between your teeth.

    "you okay pretty?" armin asks you before he goes any further. you look into his eyes and whisper a mess of yes's and "please," as you brought him back in for a hard kiss. he pushes your head back into his shoulder before trailing his fingers up and down your bare legs, you've never exposed yourself this much to anyone before. you shudder as armin continues to tickle your virgin skin with his fingers. you're a little confused when armin brings his hand up to your face and taps your lips with his middle and ring fingers.

    "hm?" you question quietly.

    "open darling," you do as he says as armin gently presses his fingers onto your tongue.

    "suck them for me pretty," he asks you in a slightly dominant tone. armin's eyes darken as he watches your soft lips wrap around his fingers, innocently licking and sucking at them. like the good little dolly you are for me huh, he thought. he slides them out gently before placing a sweet kiss on your forehead. armin brings his hand back down to your thighs, teasing your skirt up a little bit further. he was inching closer to your clothed heat, dripping with lust for him, before your breath stopped in your chest.

    "oh armin, i... i've never done anything like this before. i- i'm so embarrassed i-" you stutter bashfully into armin's chest, you hid your face from him in his jacket, much too red to look at him. he shushes you sweetly.

    "hey, 's okay, i'm gonna take good care of you alright?" he awaits your response. noticing you're not budging from the nook of his jacket he lifts your chin up so you can meet his eyes.

    "i need you to use your words baby, 'm not gonna do anything you don't want," he whispers.

    "gosh, i'm red as a tomato armin.." you look at up him nervously, he smiles down at you like you're the sweetest thing he's ever seen.

    "armin i-i really want you to take care of me."

    armin places one last wet kiss to your lips before coating his fingers in saliva once more, this time sticking his fingers in his mouth, as he begins to trail down to your core. your body naturally arches into him, you've never wanted something... or someone so badly.

    your body shudders as armin begins to rub small circles over your clothed clit. you bring a hand to your mouth as you nuzzle into his neck and try to stifle the foreign noises you were making. armin stops moving his fingers as you let out a whine.

    "hey, don't hide yourself from me, i wanna hear how happy i make you darling," armin coos as he takes your faces from out of his neck and places a sloppy kiss to your cheek, before leaning your head back against the window so he could have a good view of you.

    "open baby," you do as he says.

    "suck," you do as he says.

    your body begins to respond to him perfectly, giving him exactly what he wants out of you. you swirl him around on your tongue once more before he moves his fingers back down to your panties.

    "armin...do it..."

    "getting impatient are we doll?" armin snickers before slipping himself under your panties, finally feeling what he's been aching to this whole time. your folds are wet and needy for armin's touch, he let's out a sharp breath when he feels how slick you've gotten for him. you reach a hand to into his hair and tug on it lazily, head too dazed by your dirty thoughts to do much more.

    "you're so plump and ready to take my fingers doll," he whispers as he fixes his gaze hungrily on where his hand meets your soft pussy lips. "yes armin, yes, yes, yes, i'm so ready for you. please, take care of me..." you beg as you roll your head back against the window, squirming so eagerly over what little touch armin has given you. armin chuckles before inching one finger into your needy hole. your eyes roll back as your grip on armin's hair grows tighter.

    "wow darling, shit, you're very tight," armin slowly circles his finger around, familiarizing himself with your walls before he inches in his ring finger to meet his other one inside of you. your head swings forward and your eyes squeeze shut at the sensation, "oh! armin, that feels really good!" you gawk at the pleasure, your thighs squeezing around his hand. armin admires your beautiful face, all cute and contorted into something so filthy from just his touch. he slowly begins to pump his fingers in and out of you, your hips instinctively jutting up into his hands. you're a moaning mess on top of him, with your legs spread all pretty onto his passenger seat. armin's cock goes hard at the sight of you, sprawled across his tan italian leather seats, skirt hitched up to your waist, cardigan coming slightly undone, leaving your print in his car forever. knowing he was the first man to ever do something like this to you drove his fingers to move faster inside of you.

    "does that feel good dove?" armin asks feverishly, "do my fingers feel good?" you moan softly against the window, "ngh... y-yes armin." your hot breath fogged up the glass, while you drunkenly nodded your head at the pleasure. you feel that familiar pit in your stomach begin to form like earlier, this was the second time today you were coming undone on armin's lap. armin feels you clench around his fingers as he curves up into your g-spot, your eyes crossing at the new sensation. "oh! baby... i think i'm gonna...ngh, please!"

    "go ahead dove, let go for me,' armin whispers into your ear as his fingers ravish your sore pussy. you grab ahold of the wrist that was working at you so intently and squeeze it tight, holding armin's fingers into you as you rub your clit against his palm, hips rising off of his thighs. armin turns your face to him and holds your chin while your reach your high, set on watching your face while you cum. your thighs begin to shake and close on hands.

    "armin yes, yes, yes, please, please-fu-oh yes!" your legs shake violently as you came onto armin's hand, your sloppy juices trickling between his knuckles. armin begins to move slowly before pulling out, coaxing you gently down from your high. he wipes your bangs from your forehead, and blows on it to cool you down.

    "how was that doll?"

    "mm... it was really good," you whimper into his lips as his kisses you so delicately, gentle for you and you only. your knees gather at your chest as you return to straddling him, placing sloppy kisses all over his face. you ran your fingers down his chest before pressing your hands down on his lower abdomen, pushing a low moan out of armin's lips.

    "i wanna do you now armin," you mumble bashfully, sticking your head into his neck. he smirks and squeezes your sides lightly.

    "what was that darling?" armin teases you, tracing his fingernails up and down your back as you cover your cheeks with your hands.

    "i said... i wanna do you now, 's my turn for me to take care of you. i just... i don't know how," you feel heat rising back to your cheeks.

    "well, what would you like to do baby?" armin whispers, now running his fingertips up and down your arms. you don't know how to say it. you're so embarrassed and you don't know to say that you'd like to do it with armin.

    "g-god armin, i- i think i want you... like that."

    "like what?"

    this calculating bastard.

    "mm armin..." you whine.

    "nu-uh tell me what you want pretty..." he looks you in the eyes softly and runs his hands back through your hair, "don't wanna do anything you don't want."

    with your arms laced around his neck and your foreheads pressed together, you take a deep breath, "i want you to make love to me armin arlert... please... make me your girl. i wanna be yours completely."

    armin's aching cock throbbed at your begging, he could rip your skirt in two and pound into you violently right there, but he wanted to take his time. you weren't any other girl to him. you were a girl he wanted to stick around for, the odds of the world stacked against you, he wanted to cherish every moment you two were connected. so he kissed your forehead lightly and rubbed his thumbs over your cheeks.

    "m gonna take care of you okay dove?" your hands went to tangle themselves in his as you gave them a reaffirming squeeze.

    "be gentle with me please, i-i haven't done this-"

    "i know, okay? i know. i'll be gentle with you always... i'll take care of you always... you won't ever want for anything i'll make sure of that..."

    your heart swelled at his words, you crashed into him and peppered his face with kisses, this complete dream of a man was yours. armin caught your face in his hands and kissed you deeply, hands moving slowly down your neck, stopping at your breasts. you grabbed his face in your hands and uttered softly, "armin... it's okay, i'm not as fragile as you think i am... please, touch me." you placed your hands over his and brought them down to your chest, he squeezed your clothed breasts between his hands as his breath hitched in his throat and you emitted a small moan.

    "shit darling, you'll be the death of me i swear."

    your lips crashed into one another as armin reached down to the belt buckle of his pants and you hiked your skirt back up to your waist. both of your movements were quick and needy, neither of you ever longing for another person this much before. armin took his lips off yours momentarily, a string of saliva connecting your panting bodies as he looked at you, "if you wanna stop at any poi-"

    you shut him up with a messy kiss, your hands moved down to his pants to place yours on top of his.

    "armin... just take me already," you begged.

    armin nods ferociously as he works to release his cock from his pants, you watch with hungry eyes as it smacks upwards against his white top. you take a big gulp as you look at... it. you'd never seen one outside of pictures before, it had a pretty pink tip with little veins trailing up the shaft.

    "w-what do i do armin?" you look down at him from your position on his lap with innocent doe eyes. armin pumps his cock slowly at the sight of you so eager to do well for him, that's my girl, he thinks.

    "you don't do anything, let me take care of you okay? i'll guide your hips dove," armin whispers lovingly as he places a hand under your chin to get one last good look at the pretty face he was about to destroy. you nodded and placed a wet kiss to his mouth, tugging on his bottom lip as you pulled away. armin brings his palm up to your mouth and gazes at you with dark eyes.

    "spit on it," he demands.

    "a-armin the whole thing-"

    "go on," he pushes his palm upwards to you, you do as he says and let a bead of saliva fall from your mouth onto his palm.

    "more."

    you take armin's wrist in your hands and push his palm downwards so you have a better angle, you gather all the spit you could in your mouth and let it cover his palm, saliva slowly gathering at the middle where it dips slightly.

    "atta girl," you feel your core flutter at his praises for you. you watch as he brings his spit-covered hand down to his cock, and begins to rub your saliva up and down it in slow strokes.

    "why would you-"

    "it'll help it fit better okay baby? it'll be tight the first time but i'll help you through it," he coos at you, cock dripping with pre-cum at the sound of your innocent voice asking questions. you silently hummed in agreement as he looks at you one last time for reassurance, you give him a devilish grin.

    "do it already blondie."

    armin takes your hips in his hands and positions you above his crotch, "hold onto my shoulders doll." you do as he says and he positions his cock at your entrance, rubbing the tip up and down your folds lightly. you hug his neck and hide your head in his shoulder as you moan. the vibration of your voice against his neck drives armin mad, he's absolutely crazy for you. you feel armin begin to lower your hips down on to him and you bite into his neck softly.

    "you okay?" he asks softly, lifting your head from his shoulder to look at you. he immediately smirks at your eyes squeezed shut and your mouth hanging open at the feeling of just his tip in you. "mm hm," you respond as your hips jut into his.

    "wanna do more?"

    "mm hm."

    "open your eyes doll, wanna get a good look at you while you take me so nice."

    your eyes flutter open at armin's request, he pushes your hips down a little bit further and lets out a dark moan at the sight of your eyes crossing.

    "m-more, please," you beg, "fuck pretty girl, okay." armin pushes you down to the hilt of his cock and hums in pleasure at the feeling of you squeezing around him completely. your hands move slowly to push his leather jacket down his shoulders, "wanna hold onto you while you move me baby," you whisper as tears pricked at your eyes.

    "okay doll, tell me when you want me to move," armin wipes his thumb across your forehead, moving your hair out of your face as he watches you intently, waiting to see your face change from a look of discomfort to comfort, "you're doing so well for me baby, so, so well, okay?" his thumbs rub softly at your hips, "okay? we don't have to do anything yet, just get used to the feeling of each other yeah?" you bite your lip as you nod your head slowly, focusing on adjusting to the size of armin's length. "hey..." he takes your chin between his thumb and pointer finger and brings you close to kiss him, "...you're doing so good. let's just stay like this a minute."

    "okay," you whimpered, your lips moved slowly in time together, your hands moving from armin's shoulders to tangle themselves in his hair. you sat there like that, kissing each other fervently as you took armin's cock inside of you, letting the stereo play.

    "alright ladies and gentlemen next on tonight's top 40 we have "i'm a fool to want you" by frank sinatra."

    ...

    I'm a fool to want you

    to want a love that can't be true...

    "armin?" you called softly, your head was resting on his chest, you feel his cock twitch inside of you at the sound of you calling his name. he trails his fingers up and down your back, as you let out a deep breath.

    "hm?"

    "are you... are you scared?"

    "of what darling?"

    "what jean might do to you?" you felt your lip begin to quiver and felt your voice become shaky, "i know you told me to shut up about him b-but, my heart aches at the thought of you getting hurt..." you scrunch his shirt up in your fist, armin exhales and rests his cheek on the top of your head.

    I'm a fool to hold you

    Such a fool to hold you

    To seek a kiss not mine alone

    "well... darling it's inevitable that i'll get hurt, i don't know what he's planning to throw at me... i asked for a fair fight let's hope he gives me one okay?" you sniffled and feel the tears that you'd been holding begin to roll down your cheeks.

    "a-armin, you-you're gonna get hurt real bad because of me... this was a mistake, we're stupid for thinking we c-could be together. ar-armin... i was a mistake, i'm no good for you baby... 'm just a thorn in y-your side 'n you kn-know it," you cried into his chest. you cried and cried babbling like a baby while armin caressed you gently.

    "you look at me y/n."

    "n-no."

    "you look at me goddamit!" he takes your chin and forces you to look at him. you were drowning in his blues eyes as he glared you, you feel yourself clench around him as you react to his rigid tone of voice.

    "you are no thorn in my side, you're a godsend, a fucking angel. do you hear me?"

    "mm hm," you cry.

    "do you believe me when i say that?"

    "a-armin i-i don't know..."

    armin looks at you with heavy eyes, "you are a fucking angel, and you make me wanna stay here and become a better man than i've been. what can i do to make you believe me baby?" he grabs your face in his hands and shakes you, as if he was trying to shake you awake and make you realize that his words were honest and true. you place your hands on his cheeks and look him dead in the eyes.

    "you can take me like i'm your angel armin."

    armin's eyes go dark in realization at what you were insinuating. his hands grasp your hips tightly under your skirt as he finally begins to move you up and down on his cock. "oh-oh fuck baby!" you whisper into his lips. armin moves your body up and down like you're a rag doll, you begin to bounce on your knees once armin sets the rhythm, his head rolls back into the headrest as he sees you working yourself on his cock.

    "f-uck baby, just like that, you're doing a-mazing."

    his hands push your hips back and forth, moving your body feverishly on top of him, helping you keep your pace up.

    "mm, wanna go faster armin..."

    armin's knuckles turn white as he grips your waist harder and lifts you up just above him. you hold on to the back of his seat tightly as armin begins to thrust up into you, your eyes rolled back at the sensation, eyelids fluttering as if you were drunk on the feeling.

    "a-armin o-oh my g-god," you moans were broken with every thrust up into you as your body jolted forward. the cadillac was rocking back and forth as you two desperately fucked into one another, begging to release. you trail your hands under armin's shirt and push down onto his chest, "ar-min i-i'm gonna..."

    "m-me t-too, d-doll... go a-head a-and cum f-for me a-angel," he pants into your chest. you take his face and make him look at you, you want him to do one last thing for you before you reach your high.

    "a-armin?"

    "hm-hmph?"

    "p-promise me y-you'll b-beat his a-ass..."

    armin snickers as he feels a wave of dominance wash over him, he grabs your hips and lifts you up further as he drills into you relentlessly. you choke on your breath as the sound of your moans overwhelm the car.

    "you b-better b-believe it baby. y-you're a fu-cking angel. y-you're my f-fucking angel."

    the sound of the cadillac creaking back and forth reaches the other end of the racetrack as armin takes you as his girl. you two kiss each other passionately, chasing your high together.

    "t-tell me you're m-my girl," armin growls into your lips.

    "i-i'm yours armin! ngh! please, i'm your girl!

    "you're my pretty girl yeah?"

    "y-yes i'm y-your pretty girl armin. 'm all yours, 's all for y-you."

    you scream and push your hand up into the ceiling of the car, bracing yourself as you cum on armin's cock, body shaking violently on top of him. armin pulls you down and hugs you into his body tight as he chases his high next.

    "m gonna cum darling."

    "cum armin, please."

    armin whispers sweet nothings into your ear as he holds you to his chest and fucks the last of his cum into you, your bodies thrashing in each other's arms.

    I know it's wrong, it must be wrong

    But right or wrong I can't get along

    Without you

    "the time is now 8:35 p.m. cool cats and kittens, that was "i'm a fool to want you," by frank sinatra."

    you lay limp in each other's arms, in a comfortable silence as you traced circles onto his chest, awaiting the arrival of the titans.

    "any minute now..." you whisper.

    "i'll be okay..." armin rubs your back gently trying to console you, he noticed your breathing has gotten uneasy.

    "you'll be okay..." you repeat.

    your head jumps off of armin's chest as you hear a bunch of cars revving their engines from the dirt road that lead you two here.

    "a-armin-"

    he smirks at you, "let the tango begin baby."

    you tossed yourself back into the passenger seat of armin's car after what felt like hours, your heartbeat already growing stronger. your bring your hand up to your face and start to pick at the skin on your fingers with your teeth when you feel armin take your hand in his.

    "hey, i'll be okay, remember?"

    your eyes couldn't help but glass over with tears as you watched jean and the titans begin to drive their cars in circles around armin's cadillac, revving their engines, hanging out the windows while screaming and cheering jean on.

    "you got this jean!"

    "teach pretty boy a lesson!"

    "beat barbie's ass kirschtein!"

    "kill him!"

    you were visibly anxious, your nerves overwhelming your body. your hands were shaking, you were tugging at your clothes, hell, you might even start crying all over again. the glare of the car headlights swarmed around you while you were suffocating, beads of sweat accumulating on your forehead. you looked over to armin who was stoic as ever, showing no signs of emotion, eyes straight on his target- jean. you watched the brown-haired boy get out of his car in his best leather, he never pulled out that jacket for just anything. he walked over to armin's cadillac with an obnoxious swagger to his step, running his comb through his pompadour in confidence. clearly he was given the motivational talk he needed to go through with this.

    jean's feet stopped right in front of the car, headlights glaring right on him. you and armin sat, one of his hands on the wheel, the other on your thigh, as you waited for jean to do something.

    "alright barbie! let's dance!" jean shouted as he put his comb away, both his and armin's bruises were still fresh from earlier, just two pretty faces stained in purple and red.

    "armin, you know you don't have to go through with this-"

    "here... hold my jacket sweetheart, keep it warm for me while i deal with this scum," he shrugs his jacket off and puts it over your shoulders. you watched jean's eyes tense with an overwhelming anger as he watched his rival officially claim you as his girl.

    armin gets out of the car slowly, black boots meeting the paved raceway. the titans cooed at him mockingly.

    "hey barbie! are all of your parts plastic?"

    "blondie's got a storm coming!"

    armin stood with a straight face, taking their insults like water off a ducks back. he balled his fists at his sides as he walked up to jean, standing feet away from him with a cigarette hanging from his lips. armin takes a nice, long drag.

    "alright jeany boy! let's get this over with nice and fair yeah? put your paws up pretty i've got a girl to take out to dinner."

    armin throws his cigarette on the ground and stomps it out with his foot. jean's not even looking at him, he's looking straight at you. with your messy hair, lipstick rubbed clean off, the first few buttons of your cardigan undone, jean knew exactly what happened between you two before he arrived. seeing you ravished for the first time by another man that wasn't him made him livid, all of his common sense and knowledge of fair play flying out the window. and of all people... the guy that just got here, what did he have that jean didn't? jean has been trying to go steady with you since the day he met you, you just never picked up on his advances, always seeing him as sweet jeany boy. he thought he was real close to having you, until he showed up. you came to armin's defense this morning, and questioned jean's motives, you made an enemy of jean the minute you pulled his strawberry shake off the table. your ties were cut, and he couldn't care less about you, every bird in town wanted a piece of jean and you got the most slices, you just didn't finish any of them. and jeany boy, if he heard that name one more time he'd snap. god that name made him foam at the mouth, every time someone says it he just imagines it coming out of your lips. his brain nearly exploded when armin started calling him that... and as he watches you through the windshield of armin's car, as you put your arms through the sleeves of armin's jacket, well, that was the icing on the cake for jean.

    jean didn't care if armin wanted to tango, because he was about to turn this fight into a whole flash mob.

    so jean faked innocence, putting his fists up to his face, mirroring armin's movements, the two running circles around each other.

    in. jab. out. duck. in. swing. out. jump.

    armin was fast, his feet floating across the pavement as if he was walking on air, he dodged every single one of jean's hits. but jean, boy did his punch have power. you flinched every time his knuckles came close to armin's face, his hands were on the brink of crushing the blonde boy, but armin didn't falter. he has a girl to take out to dinner, he said. your heart fluttered as his words repeated themselves in your head. you snapped out of your dreamlike state when you see jean's body fling backwards. armin had landed a punch.

    armin just landed a punch.

    it was a mean one too, you hung your body out of armin's car as you sat in the open window on your side, a smile spreading on your face. you didn't think you'd see the day where you'd actually be happy to see jean kirschtein take a hit to his pretty face. you couldn't believe it. jean leaned up on his elbows and spit some blood out of his mouth as he caught sight of you screaming armin's name, a warm blush flooding onto your cheeks. something in him clicked, a switch flipped in his head as he was quick to redirect his anger. jean swiftly jumped up on his feet and began to walk right to you. your face dropped. the hell was he doing.

    "hey y/n! you used to be quite the pretty thing didn't you?" jean spat at you as the distance between you grew smaller. you scoffed and rolled your eyes as you pulled the remainder of your body out of your spot in the window, standing your ground in front of jean.

    "the hell's that s'posed to mean jean?"

    "it means you're no good to me anymore, meaning you're no good to the titans anymore," your eyes watered at his words.

    "you're just being downright mean jean!" you cried.

    'hey! jeany boy, your fight's with me... leave her out of it," armin pushed jean's back, beckoning him to redirect his energy to him.

    "you..." jean's voice trailed off as he pointed his finger angrily at you, "you- you used to be the pick of the crop, the prettiest bird i ever did see!" your nose scrunched up in anger, but it was competing with your quivering lips, trying to maintain your fierce demeanor as you stared jean down.

    "...but- ha! you're just used goods now aren't you darling?" you're body flinched as jean's hands grabbed at the collar of your cardigan, ripping the rest of the buttons down, exposing your bare chest to all of the titans, bra clinging to your skin now burning hot in embarrassment.

    "jean! what's the matter with you?" you screamed as you landed a harsh smack to his right cheek, you ripped the gold bracelet out of armin's jacket pocket and threw it on the ground in front of you. he slowly turned his face back to you with a devilish smirk.

    "what's the matter with me baby? what's the matter with you?" he snickered. you were in hysterics, mascara streaming down your cheeks, chest a bright cherry red.

    "hey! daddy-o! is this how you fight like a man? you go and harass the closest bird you see?! you're no man... now get your filthy fucking mitts off of my girl... and fight me kirschtein..." armin growled as he pounced at jean's back, arms clinging around his neck as he choked out your ex-lover gone sour. jean's hands gripped armin's arms, knuckles turning white trying to loosen the grasp he had on him. all the titans looked on in uneasiness at the situation unfolding, you heard jean try to utter something under his breath. but you couldn't make it out... what was he saying?

    "n-now..."

    your eyes squinted as you tried to read his lips.

    "do i-it now..."

    do what now? armin... armin! your eyes widened in realization.

    "ar...ARMI-"

    armin's gaze shoots to your body when you feel a strong set of arms link themselves around yours as the shadowed figure holds something cold to your neck. sliding it across your skin ever so softly, you see a small line of blood trickle down between your cleavage as you realized what was happening.

    "i'd keep that pretty mouth shut if i were you... i don't wanna hurt you..."

    connie...

    "c-connie! you're kidding right?! this isn't you... you can't keep letting jean take advantage of you like this! you've never even hurt a fly connie now let me go before i laugh!" you spat at the boy with the buzzcut that had you pinned to his chest.

    "why'd you betray us y/n?" connie's voice softened.

    "this gang stuff is silly connie and you know i think that, i know you think that. i'm not explaining myself to you!" you said as you thrashed in his grasp. this boy wasn't gonna hurt you. his grasp faltered slightly, as you both watched the rest of the titans circle around armin and jean, smacking baseball bats into the palms of their hands, flipping switchblades between their fingers. you feel connie's grip tighten around you... almost as if he was protecting you.

    “if i let you go y/n then you run straight into the action, i'm sorry but i cant let you kill yourself like that..." connie whispered into the back of your head.

    "c-connie... you have to let me go help armin..."

    your eyes swelled with salty tears as you saw that armin was no longer in your line of sight, his slender body was overpowered by the titans in their matching leather jackets, bodies tall and dark. you let your tears fall as you twisted in connie's arms, trying to get his grip to loosen.

    "AR-ARMIN!" your scream was blood-curdling as it echoed across the racetrack.

    "let this be a lesson to you little bird..." you hear jean's voice fester with loathing and jealousy. you blinked tears out of your eyes as you watched the titans slowly make a path way out of their bodies, just enough so you could see armin standing in the middle of the crowd. his arms were up and guarding his face, his feet dancing within the confines of the circle.

    "...next time you think about having play time with the enemy, hold this image in your heart fondly...

    jean emitted a high pitched whistle through his teeth, signaling for the titans to move in on armin. your eye's clouded with terror as you watch armin's drive stutter, his stance cowering in a fear only you could notice, in that moment a switch flipped inside of you. he said he'd be okay...

    he said he'd be okay.

    "ARMIN ARLERT! YOU BETTER STAY ALIVE YOU BLONDE BASTARD! YOU HAVE TO TAKE ME TO DINNER!"

    armin's eyes lit up as they connected with your teary ones one last time. your heart filled with butterflies as he gave you a bloodied smirk and winked in your direction before the titans crowded his body. a blow landed to armin's back with a baseball bat, his body staggering forward. armin turned and swung his fists left and right, throwing punches swiftly at anything and anyone he could get his hands on, a few of jean's men falling back. your eyes winced as you watched armin's body be thrown back and forth, blood spewing out of the charismatic lips that were once on yours so gently. the hands that took care of you so well were covered in the blood of other men as he took a hold of one of their switchblades and slashed around like he was in a horror flick. armin was beaten badly, you could feel connie wincing behind you, he was never one for the fighting.

    "connie... let me go! i have to help him!"

    armin was curled up on the ground, eyes swollen, lips busted, biceps battered. you cried violently as you watched blood seep through his white t-shirt. was he gonna die? oh no, no, no. i have to hold him.

    "connie... please."

    "y/n you know i can't do that..." he responded weakly, all of the blood and violence obviously getting to his head. you looked up at him with desperate eyes, you knew he didn't want to be doing this, he knew it too.

    "unless..." your ears perked up at his change of tone, "...unless i just happened to pass out."

    "connie..." you looked up at him with gratitude in your eyes, your heart ached for the innocent boy, he was too sweet for jean's antics, "...you're so much better than them."

    that was the last thing you said to connie before his hands loosened their grip on your arms and he fell to the ground. wow, he could be the next james dean, you thought.

    your eyes snapped to his limp body, as you watched him give you a small wink before going back to playing dead. your eyes fixated on the mess in front of you as you bolted forward without a thought in the world except for saving armin.

    god, where are you blondie?

    you thrashed your way through the sweaty bodies, your skirt slowly being caked in blood and dirt as you searched for a familiar blonde mop top.

    "armin!"

    "armin where are you..." your voice cracked with nerves, you didn't even want to imagine how you would find armin, you just knew you wanted to find him.

    and hold him.

    and kiss him.

    you pushed, pulled, and ducked your way through the maze of brawling bodies when you saw him. he was on his last legs, breathing slow, shaky hands barely fending off the strikes anymore, but you found him.

    "ar-armin!" you reached an arm out to him as he looked up at you with those beautiful blues. how could they still glow so bright even when he was like this? he smirked at you from his position hunched over on the ground as he coughed up blood, broken hand clutching to his neck. you tried to squeeze your way through two heavy men as he reached a shaky hand out to you. even within the chaos, your eyes were only locked on one another, you didn't care about everyone else out to get you, you just wanted to hold each other's hands. you smiled brightly at him, your face being a pillar a light in the cloud of darkness that hung over armin's head.

    "y-y/n..." armin croaked out to you, tired smile on his cheeks.

    you were about to be in each other's arms once more, you didn't care if you died in the crossfire, you just wanted to be holding him while the storm swarmed around you.

    "armin! a-armin i've got yo-"

    your breath hitched in your throat as you felt a sharp pain in your right side, the only thing you could focus on in that moment was armin being only feet away from you.

    "Y/N!" your lover screamed your name like his life depended on it.

    and he screamed and screamed and screamed for you.

    you looked down to see a pool of blood seeping through to the bottom of your skirt.

    "a-armin..." you tried to call out to him but he was already crawling over to you. you fall to your knees as you meet him on the ground, both of you doubled over in a pain like you've never felt before.

    "shit man! you fucking stabbed the girl?!"

    "i-i didn't m-mean to... sh-shit! she-she-she got caught in the crossfire i swear!"

    "we've got to get the hell out of here..."

    "we've got to move out! everyone head back to the shop!"

    "hey, hey, hey, is she okay?"

    "i don't fucking know man th-this is crazy, i've never done shit like this in my life!"

    "i-i can't believe this... forgive me father... forgive me..."

    the voices around you drowned out as you looked into armin’s eyes, you clutched your stomach with your hand, now coated in the slick of your blood. armin’s eyes grew teary as he looked at you. this wasn’t happening, he thought, this must be a dream. he brought a shaky hand up to your cheek as he took deep breaths with you. 

    in.

    out.

    in.

    out.

    armin laid you down, though beaten to the core himself, he put pressure onto your wound as he laid his hand on top of yours. it couldn’t be that bad, right? it was just a switchblade... those don’t cut deep. it was just a switchblade, right? you could see armin’s thoughts racking his mind as you brought your free hand to his face. his cheek bone was turning a deep purple, his eyes were nearly swollen shut, his nose looked like it had been broken, and his bottom lip was oozing blood. you wiped away one of his falling tears with your thumb as he grabbed your hand and kissed it softly. 

    “i'll be okay... ‘s not that deep...” you comforted him, trying to win power over his intrusive thoughts. 

    “you don’t look too hot yourself... blondie... do y-you see m-me crying tough guy?”

    armin let out a breathy laugh as you picked on him going all soft for you. he needed to be strong in a moment like this. he sure as hell couldn’t let his angel fall, it was too soon for that.

    i'm gonna take care of you...

    you won’t ever want for anything...

    armin’s words of devotion to you crowded his mind, he promised you all of that, yet he couldn’t protect you from a fight that wasn’t even yours to begin with. this is why i leave good people behind, armin thought. look at what he did to you, this was his fault and no one else’s. 

    “don’t you go leaving town once they stitch me up... armin,” it was like you read armin’s mind, your breathing was growing weaker by the minute, and armin could barely hold himself up anymore.

    “my precious girl...” armin whispered to you, the light in his eyes dying as he stared at his bloody hand intertwined with yours. the both of you were pushing down on your stomach, his fingers linked with yours as your blood mixed together. the last of the titan’s straggled out of the racetrack in their cars, engines revving down the street. though there was one shadowed figure that stood a few feet away from you two. armin didn't even have to think twice about who it was.

    “take one more step near her... and i'll slit your throat right here...”

    jean’s figure shook in the shadows, sobs taking over his body.

    “i-i never meant for this to happen i swear on my grave...” he whispered.

    “i'll kill you jean kirschtein... do you hear me?... i'll kill you with my bare hands... fucking do so much as look at me... or her... and your life... is... mine...” armin threatened, his breathing slowing himself, with the wounds he was suffering from, there was sure to be internal bleeding. though he was on his last life, since he ran away from his eight previous ones, armin’s blue eyes burned bright in the moonlight as he glared at jean from the shadows. 

    the sound of sirens could be heard coming in your direction.

    “y-you better go jeany boy, the cops are gonna getcha, so r-run... l-like the coward... you a-are...” you spat, blood beginning to drip out of your mouth. you snickered as you watched jean’s body disappear into the shadows, him and starla booking it back into town. 

    you and armin were the only ones left on the ginormous race track that consumed your tiny bodies whole. his body collapsed next to yours, he couldn’t hold himself up any longer. both of you laid face up, as the night sky encased you two in darkness, the only thing illuminating your bodies was the light of the stars. armin’s hand clung to your side tight, pushing down on your hand with everything he had in him, making sure you didn’t lose any more blood. he wasn’t going to let his angel fall.

    the siren’s blare grew closer.

    you looked over at armin and laughed weakly, coughing more blood up, the crimson liquid staining the lips that gave armin life, your eyes were still mesmerized by his face though it was beaten to a pulp. my beautiful boy, you thought.

    “you s-still love me... when i look like this d-darling?”

    “i'll love you ‘till i'm dead armin... which by the looks of it... could be really...”

    “stop that,” armin growled, his face turned weakly to meet your gaze, “don’t you talk like that,” his voice was shaky. you weren’t going to die, armin would convince himself that.

    the sirens were trailing up the dirt road.

    “to answer your question... no i-i never... got crazy like... this with, j-jean.”

    armin chuckled at your delayed answer to a question he’d asked hours ago, you two laid in silence momentarily as armin began to feel your cool blood seep out far enough from you that it met his back, he shuddered at the feeling. 

    “you m-make me crazy armin ar-arlert... so goddamn crazy,” you feel your eyes grow heavy, grip loosening on your stomach slightly. armin began to cry, and you cried with him. 

    “look at us... look... look a-at what we’ve gotten ourselves i-into...” armin laughs through his tears, “the things you do for love...”

    flashes of blue and red cloud your eyesight, your brains rattling at the sight of the police cars bolting around the racetrack. with what strength you could muster, you squeezed armin’s swollen fingers tightly, your blood seeping through the cracks of your intertwined hands. you loved armin, and now you've completely given yourself to him...

    your head jolts awake as you hear the stereo in one of the police cars play a song too familiar, almost too perfect for this fucking absurd moment.

    Why does the rain fall from above?

    Why do fools fall in love?

    Why do they fall in love?

    the sirens were right in front of you, vibrant lights dancing over your limp bodies, hanging on to the last breath. you and armin knew you couldn’t leave this earth yet. this beautiful, fucked up, heartbreak-filled world. you had one last thing you had to do. then... and only then could god take your last breath from you.

    “p-promise me one… last… thing… angel...”

    “yes armin...”

    “you-you’re gonna let me take you… to dinner...”

    you laughed, oh god, you laughed as if you had any breath left in your lungs to do so. your vision grew blurry and your hand lost its grip on your side, as you saw fuzzy figures rushing up to you and armin with stretchers, hands reaching over your bodies.

    “and where do you wanna go blondie?”

    “i-i don’t know... i heard the shakes at rosie’s are pretty good...”

    a/n: woah, i hope u enjoyed reading tell me about it as much as i loved writing it <3 fun fact: this wasn't even supposed to be longer than a one shot! but this fic... i think this fic is my baby. this final part really helped me get out what i didn't even know i had in me. i love her very much so. + if u caught the tiny grease reference in this big mama chapter i applaud u.

    © 2021 sxkunas - do not repost my work to any other platforms

    #armin arlert x reader #armin x reader #armin arlert x y/n #armin x y/n #attack on titan x reader #aot x reader #aot imagines#aot hcs #attack on titan hcs #attack on titan headcanons #aot headcanons #attack on titan smut #armin arlert smut #armin smut #armin arlert imagine #armin arlert headcanons #armin arlert hcs #aot smut #attack on titan imagine #dark con#sxkunas smut
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  • bokebelle
    24.06.2021 - 5 hours ago

    18+. minors dni.

    TW: degradation, deep throat, hair-pulling, face-fucking(?), a bit of praise

    mean dom! Porco who hates seeing the way you talk to his friends. You're such an attention whore, flirting, no, practically throwing yourself onto his friends and for what? A smile? A laugh? Fucking pathetic. He doesn't give a fuck if you say you're just "being nice", you're being a whore, and if that's what you want to act like then so be it

    mean dom! Porco who can hear your pathetic whimpering through the walls. You knew the walls were thin but you chose to touch yourself anyway, knowing damn well he could hear you. He could hear your wanton and desperate moans as he jerked himself off in the next room. If you were so loud with just your fingers, he'd give you a reason to scream his name. He finishes at almost the same pace as when your moans die down. Thick ropes of cum spurt from his cock as he milks himself dry, imagining what would be like to cum on your face.

    mean dom! Porco who was insanely turned on with the you hungrily suck on his the tip of his cock and massage his balls. The way you take him, all of him, is wrong, but you can't help but squirm at how good he feels down your throat. Your hand reaches down desperately to satisfy the building heat in your lower body, but not without him noticing. "Just what the fuck do you think you're doing?" He grabs the top of your head to pull your mouth away from his cock. "please, i want more." you whine, practically begging for any form satisfaction. "more? Who the fuck are you to ask for more? you're just a whore for me to use, understand? Whores don't ask for more. You take what I give you." He suddenly thursts his hips, and his cock is deeper in your throat than it previously was. Fuck, you can't help but squirm and shiver at his words. The words that left his mouth weren't supposed to ignite the steadily building flame inside you, but it did. Maybe he was right. Maybe you were Porco's little whore. And honestly, was that such a bad thing?

    mean dom! Porco who was going crazy with the way your throat consticted tightly around his length. It felt so good when you gagged around him. He relished in the way you desperately pulled away to breathe, they way the tears that clung to your lashes threatened to fall every time you took him your throat, the way your mouth filled with spit that dribbled down your chin, making it so fucking easy to practically fuck your face. Fuck, he was close. He could feel it. He grabbed your hair and kept your head still, thrusting his hips faster and deeper into your throat the closer he was to cumming. Lewd sounds filled the room — mainly your gags and his deep breathing that grew more ragged the closer he got. He pulled you closer, your nose practically touching his pelvis, as his high hit him. He painted the back of your throat with his cum, thick spurts flowing down your throat as you desperately swallowed what he gave you.

    mean dom! Porco who grabs you by the jaw to inspect the inside of your mouth, satisfied as he saw you swallowed every single drop he gave you. He gave you a moment to breathe. You were good. You were his good little cumslut. Maybe he'd reward you with his cock next time, fucking you senseless until you could barely stand. Hell, maybe he'd even let you cum. Who knows? All you two know is whatever happens, you take what he gives you, because Pock's pretty little whore never asks for more.

    reblog if you're Porco's pretty whore 😌

    #[🍸] — after hours #[🍹] — personal mix #aot#snk #attack on titan #shingeki no kyojin #shingeki no kyoujin imagine #aot x reader #porco#aot porco #attack on titan porco #porco galliard #porco galliard x y/n #porco galliard x you #porco galliard x reader #aot x gn!reader #aot smut#snk smut #aot x y/n #tw: degredation #tw: throat fucking #tw: hair pulling #tw: face fucking #aot x you #snk x gn! reader #snk x you #snk x y/n #snk x reader #queued post <3 #porco x y/n
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  • ialmostsaidiloveyouu
    24.06.2021 - 5 hours ago

    ♡“I Will Miss You”♡

    (Insert Character) x GN!Reader

    ❥ ❥ ❥ ❥ ❥ ❥ ❥

    Warning: Angsty(ending may not be satisfying) Mentions of; Depression, Self-hatred, Self-Isolation, and Mental heath issues

    ❥ ❥ ❥ ❥ ❥ ❥ ❥

    Imagine:

    “I don’t re-really wanna break up…” they rapidly blink, their tears swelling up. Your upper lip trembled as you tried to find your words. You also didn’t want to break up, you loved them to death; but being mentally unstable held you back from being with them. You had to stay strong everyday, you had to carry a black shadow on your back with no help.

    It was difficult for you both to be out together in the public. You were so introverted and self-conscious. Public display of affection made you uncomfortable. If you both were invited to a party, you would sit in the corner and stare at everyone; dancing and enjoying themselves.

    You never spoke to anyone, you were scared of eye contact. Locking yourself away for days, with no explanations. You didn’t only hold your self back, but you held them back as well. Even though they said they didn’t mind you knew deep inside that they wanted you to be more open and free.

    But you also had those days where you, stay home and just be yourself. Talking for hours and hours, losing yourselves in conversation. Sharing your bizarre dreams in the morning. Cuddling, while watching a nostalgic movie. Decorating your dream life in, ‘Adorable Home.” Not caring about a single thing in the world. But no matter how happy you were with them, you couldn’t get rid of you mental health problems.

    “Please, Y/N…say something.” The crack in their voice was hard for you to listen. You blinked, one tear slowly rolling down your cheeks. “We can’t be together…I’m not….happy.” Your partners face dropped as they heard your words, you weren’t happy? How about all those times you laughed and smiled around them? They tried so hard to make you feel comfortable and this is how you thank them.

    “You’re not happy? I, I, I can be a better partner. Please Y/N. I love you-“ They choked up before they could finish. You hated their stubbornness so much, they could never listen to you when you want to be alone. You huffed in aggravation. “Jesus! I don’t want to be with you anymore. I don’t-…please just leave…please.” You made your way to the front door, and held it open for them to leave.

    “Okay, fine. I tried so hard Y/N…,” the way they said your name broke your heart. “I tried so hard to make you happy and comfortable. I loved you even when you didn’t love yourself. I will leave I will.” You closed your eyes waiting for an insult or words they’ll might regret; but nothing. Your eyes flew open as you felt them embrace you one last time. “And I will miss you. I hope you get better.” With those words the door closed and you were alone.

    Weeping under your covers. Thinking whether it was the right choice or not.

    ❥ ❥ ❥ ❥ ❥ ❥ ❥

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  • seraphdreams
    23.06.2021 - 7 hours ago
    #jean smut #jean x reader #jean x reader smut #jean kirstein smut #jean kirstein x reader #aot jean#jean kirstein #attack on titan #aot smut #aot x reader #aot headcanons#aot imagines #attack on titan imagine #seraph.replies! #seraph—☁️! #s.daydreams☁️!
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  • incorrectsnkships
    23.06.2021 - 7 hours ago

    Ymir Historia

    #incorrectsnkships#aot #attack on titan #shingeki no kyojin #snk#lesbian#yumikuri#yumihisu #historia reiss x ymir #ymiruh! >:( #chirstah! :D #ymir x krista #omg imagine ymir and historia living a cottagecore lifestyle #krista lenz#historia reiss#historia #the lesbians from next door #ymir freckles #the lesbian one not the other one
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  • sleepy-suga
    23.06.2021 - 8 hours ago

    Hange listening to true crime podcasts with you

    #sleepy talks#hange zoe #attack on titan #aot #hange zoe x reader #maybe armin would too #but it's me listening to crime junkie while playing solitaire #but imagine cuddling on the couch or cooking together with them.. #dreamily sighs
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  • yelenassecretlover
    23.06.2021 - 9 hours ago

    medieval au hcs [sfw]

    anime: attack on titan

    characters: yelena, hange, levi

    a/n: First time writing head canons hope you enjoyyy, there will be more parts to this ofc :D (Beware any grammar/spelling mistakes I read it over ten times but I somehow always manage to miss something)

    Inspired by @lexstacy-fics knight! Yelena <3

    Yelena

    A Knight, a leader in her position only second behind the King’s head knight. Trained for this role her entire life, it also helps that she’s 6’7 and made of muscle, she can snap you in two.

    Extremely hardworking to a fault, her entire life revolves around the kings demands, she’s at his beck and call. Never has time for herself, doesn’t help that the rookie knights never listen.

    Born from a Lord, so money has never been an issue but honor is extremely important to her

    Is not afraid to kill for the kingdom, and is known to get rid of anyone that steps out of line….sometimes even permanently, whether asked by the king or out of her own will

    Raging bitch face syndrome, her looks naturally kill. Definitely hard to approach, the King seems easier to talk to according to her subordinates. 

    Stick up her ass when it comes to rules, always follows them to a tee and makes sure those around her are also doing so….even the king

    Hates the summer the heat turns her armor into a fuqing oven and she hates it

    Loves to go into town and see the way the villagers cower in her presence, while simultaneously praising the ground she walks on

    God complex

    “ Never fear as long as I’m around, feel free to place your troubles on to me”

    Not a loser, has won every war she’s lead and helped lead...you can imagine how this has fed her ego

    Hange

    A wizard, the kingdoms sole wizard

    Hit or miss with their work. The good is really good and the bad….well….really bad

    Accidentally sent the kingdom into an eternal winter from trying to create a talking snowman…dont worry fixed quickly, in part thanks to the head knights threats (still has nightmares from his words)

    No family, they randomly appeared in the kingdom and quickly accepted thanks to the miracles and power they possess. Folks have rumored they came from the forbidden land as a spy….but those are just rumors right?

    Had a spooky wizard tower built but they hated it and now reside within the castle, in the dungeons where any unlucky prisoners are volunteered for their spells

    Hates violence so the bulk of their magic is spent on protective enchantments 

    Loves the art work collected by the king, can stare for hours at any paintings, just thinking and wondering of the worlds created in the illustrations 

    Wakes up at 3pm, can not be reached before that hour, annoys the head knight to no end

    New set of glasses a week, because they always end up losing or breaking them (could easily cure their sights, but claims glasses add to their character)

    Low key mysterious aura to them, but instantly forgotten by people once they open their mouth

    “ Now if I could just give the spiders the ability to talk, we could have our own little spider harvesting army ” “or you could bless the soil to fix the famine” “hmmmm I guess I could do that too”

    Levi

    Head knight, with having the highest rank, one of the kingdoms hero’s alongside Yelena and Hange

    Hates Hange, but is somehow always found in the dungeons with them

    Constantly giving the king unsolicited advice 

    “The dining tables cloth is entirely too peach, completely ruins the ambiance of the room” “…….okay”

    Extremely cold, personality wise and also the rookies claim the room drops a few degrees when he enters it

    Eyes like daggers, his face has probably killed a few enemy’s just from his stare. ( But what he’s really thinking is how the silver plated armor on the enemy’s horse ruins the shine of the emerald detailing on the enemy’s body armor)

    Aesthetics are extremely important to him, sure the enemy stole land from the kingdom but the real crime lies in the incoherency in their army’s uniform

    Has a personal office in the barracks just for drinking his tea

    Up before the sun, and never asleep before it

    Admired by the villages women/men but never has time for love, too focused on keeping the castle from falling apart due to Hange’s spells or the Kings ridiculous demands (once asked Hange to create a bouncy house out of bubbles for his daughters ) 

    “Seriously how the fuck is this building still standing…”
    #yelena aot#hange zoë#levi ackerman#x reader#aot headcanons #aot medieval au #this didn’t really have that much x reader lol ill guess ill make a seperate post for that #aot#snk#aot imagines#snk imagine #attack on titan headcanons
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  • 1252291
    23.06.2021 - 12 hours ago
    The blond hummed as his hand came to the cat tree to keep it steady, his gaze intense on the spot your body was stuck.

    MINORS DO NOT INTERACT PLEASE.

    𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭ㅤ3K 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬/𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐬ㅤdubcon, reader is stuck, fingering, penetration, cream pie. 𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬ㅤthank you sm to @weepinglevi for letting me join your collab! if you don't follow lisa yet, you should 100% check her out! my piece is a part of this collab right here, and the prompt I chose was Armin Arlert + Getting stuck somewhere. It was supposed to be a lil funny, and a lil hot. And God...I hope you don't breathe in cat hair. (p.s: BIG THANK U to my beta reader @bagsyy who you should check out if you love jean).

    A soft warmth spread across your face. A flicker of embarrassment that wouldn’t have increased if you hadn’t heard the front door of the apartment open, or the soft footsteps of somebody walking across the floorboards. You prepared yourself to laugh it off and awkwardly explain that you’d only meant to plug in the wire of your laptop and thought going through the cat tree would be a better option than moving it entirely from where it sat snugly against the wall.

    That instead of success, you found defeat, and were now stuck between two levels and terrified of moving in case of starting an avalanche of stuff around the tree.

    “Hi,” you greet softly when the steps stop. Your vision was permanently turned towards the wall, but you knew there was somebody behind you if the nervous chuckle said anything. “Can you help me out?”

    “Sure!”

    Armin was sweet, and around your age. You’d been living with him for the last six months out of desperation for cheaper rent, but you’d grown close despite only meeting when you moved in. Your lives meshing together in passing moments, and little greetings. It was his cats tree you were stuck in.

    “How’d you even get in here?”

    His voice is closer now, somewhere to your left, and laced with a teasing tone that made your face feel even warmer. Armin’s fingers slid underneath one of the parts, pressing against your upper-rib for a second before retreating when the piece wouldn’t move or loosen around your frame.

    “I was just trying to write a paper,” you muttered, wiggling a little before trying to pull your body against the resistance. “My laptop was dying…I was just plugging it in.” The cord was abandoned on the floor some time ago in exchange for holding fuzzy poles.

    The blond hummed as his hand came to the cat tree to keep it steady, his gaze intense on the spot your body was stuck.

    This is a test, he swore. Some higher being that saw that all he had done, and dangled it in front of him. Called him a pervert for the way he had ogled you each passing day; Armin is achingly human. One that forced himself to avert his eyes each time you wandered around the apartment with oversized t-shirts and no pants, and called himself a pervert each time he locked himself in his bedroom to jerk off to fresh memory.

    He knew that you didn’t ask him to ogle you, but how could he help himself when you were a feast waiting for him to devour ––– no. He stopped himself from letting his thoughts wander further, instead tearing his gaze away from the same outfit you usually wore in the house.

    The big t-shirt rode up your body, displaying your slightly parted thighs and underwear. Armin kept his gaze up, but he had felt his cock twitching when he found you, only to start filling out the longer that he stood with you, trying to help you escape.

    “Armin–”

    His free hand had slid down. Fingers splayed across the small of your back, pushing the fabric of your shirt even further up until it was gathered around your waist. He was still staring at the place you were stuck, but lost in his own thoughts until you repeated his name, “Armin!”

    “W-what?”

    His face flushed a dark pink despite the way that his hand jerked a few inches away. You couldn’t see the way his cock was tented inside of his sweats, but you could feel his hand coming down to settle again, this time tracing towards your waist. His fingers were cold against exposed flesh, making you shiver away with soft whine.

    “You’re supposed to be helping.”

    Armin doesn’t answer. Instead, he tears his eyes away from where you were stuck to watch as his fingers trace back down your frame to the underwear you were wearing. When his palm ran down the curve of your ass, you were in a bit of shock–only to be sent spiralling a little more when his fingers ran over the seat of your panties across your core.

    What was meant to sound sharp came out stuttered, “A-Armin–”

    “I hear you moaning my name sometimes,” he interrupts, a smile tugging up the corners of his lips despite the way you can’t see it. Then chuckles, “it’s pretty.”

    His fingers are long, and careful in their pursuit. Pressing a little further down between your folds until he’s pressing against sensitive clit and you’re letting out a gasp. If you had thought your cheeks were warm before, they were burning with his confession. The walls were thin, but he’d worn headphones in different parts of the apartment, so you had assumed he couldn’t hear you through them.

    Carefully, Armin circled his fingers around the clothed bundle of nerves, making your walls tighten around nothing. Index and middle made careful work as he leaned back slightly to get a better look at your aching cunt and the way that your legs shook ever-so-slightly. With his hand twisting, he pressed his thumb against your core to press the fabric in a little. Slick gathered and wet the fabric as he rubbed.

    With his voice still sweet, he managed a breathy, “is this alright?”

    You swallowed. The grip on the cat-tree grew a little tighter, making the colour of your skin grow lighter. Armin’s hand started to retreat when you didn’t answer, but desperately you pressed back further to follow, only to groan when the sudden movement back caused a plastic piece to jam into your rib.

    “It’s alright–please.”

    The blond stared at your frame for a moment. His hand was still hovering, and just when you thought he wouldn’t touch you now, his hand returned. This time they curled underneath the fabric of your underwear to pull it away from your slick cunt so that he could get a look.

    A soft, breathy chuckle escaped him, “you’re so wet. You like being touched when you can’t do anything to stop me? Is this what you fantasize about when you moan my name?”

    He was hitting the nail on the head with each passing tease, while he started to move around your trapped frame. Armin settled behind you, pulling your panties fully to the side as he muttered, “I think about this all the time. Every time you bend over, just pulling your panties to the side and filling you up. Fucking your sweet little pussy until you’re dumb enough to only remember my name.”

    He laughs softly; airy with innocence that his actions don’t match. You’re whining, mouth already partially open from his advances and the way that his hand still traces across your core. Slender fingers dipping between your folds, teasing as they shallowly dip inside.

    “You want me to fuck you like that?”

    Armin’s free hand releases his cock from the confines of his pants. The fabric settled on his hips loosely as he pressed his briefs down underneath his balls. He watched as your legs came together a little more, your ass raising higher in the air for him.

    Then, he repeats, “you want me to fuck you like that? Use your words, (y/n).”

    “Yes.”

    “Good girl.”

    The head of his cock traces along your folds as he moans. It barely grazes your clit from the way he’s teasing before he’s starting to move back again. The muffled sound of him spitting into his palm is telling, but you still jump when wet fingers come back to your core. Covered with spit, Armin presses his index finger inside of your pulsating cunt with a soft, appreciative hum at the way your body sucks it inside.

    Armin works your sloppy cunt open for his cock. You’re dripping with arousal, and mewling softly when he curves his finger just right.

    “Pretty,” he compliments, adding another finger alongside the first. “Moan my name for me.”

    You bite your lip, keeping it contained for a moment.

    “Moan my name,” he repeats, pulling his fingers back until they’re at the first knuckles. With heavily lidded eyes, he looks to where your torso is still stuck. Watches the way that you scrape nails across the tree, and try to press further back to his touch only to let out a frustrated sound when you don’t budge.

    You answer back with a begging moan, “Armin.”

    His smile curves across his features despite the way your voice is still muffled. It’s not any clearer than when he hears you through the walls, but it’s enough that he’s slipping his fingers back inside your wet pussy again. Your walls flutter around his digits, desperate when they brush across your g-spot.

    “A-ah, Armin!”

    The speed he’s fingering you at starts to increase. The pads of his fingers dragging over the spot over and over, admiring the way that you moan his name out for him, and the way your pussy drips around his fingers. It sounds lewd, and makes his cock twitch.

    Precum leaks a little more from the tip. He swipes his palm across it, gathering it to spread down his cock lazily as he fingers you open. Armin licks his lips when you call out his name again, slowing a little so that you can work out your muttered, “please.”

    “Please what? You’re going to have to use more words than that, (y/n).”

    “Need more.”

    He’s smart enough to know what you mean, but he also knows what he wants to hear. Armin’s hand leaves his cock to grip your hip as he starts to finger you slowly again. “Need more? Like what?”

    Frustration is starting to swell in your chest with how desperate you’re getting. Being stuck in place doesn’t help ease anything. Each time you pull against the plastic, it scrapes across your skin. A whimper bubbles in your throat, and your hand leaves the pole for the first time since Armin had gotten there–reaching back, trying to make contact with him but falling short.

    Armin watches your attempt with a slight smile, “me?”

    Desperation is clawing its way up Armin’s body too, making your hum enough confirmation for him to touch again. It prickles across his skin in goosebumps as he slips his fingers out of your pussy. He spread what slick had dripped down his hand across his leaking cock, then guided the head of it to your folds to run between them.

    Gathering and wetting his length as you whimper at the touch. The cat-tree creaking underneath your efforts to move back and meet him.

    “You’re going to hurt yourself if you keep moving around,” he warns. Despite how close you were, he was still concerned.

    “M’fine,” you answered, resting your cheek down against the carpeted surface. “P-please. Stop teasing now.”

    “Give me a minute, alright? I don’t want to hurt you.” He slides his cock between your folds purposefully to make the length slick with your arousal before he’s finally pulling back and pressing the head to your entrance. “Good?”

    You nodded, “yeah, good.”

    When he pressed in, the stretch drew a moan from you. You hadn’t been able to see how big he was when he was nestled behind your stuck body, and left only with what you’d imagined before when touching yourself to the thought of him.

    The sound of his name between your soft moans was enough to encourage him to keep slipping inside. His hand had long left his cock, settling on your hip to grip it, and keep you steady. The thumb of his other hand was rubbing soft, encouraging circles.

    “Fuck, you’re so tight,” he muttered with a soft, appreciative hum sounding at the back of his throat. You were better than anything he’d been able to imagine; squeezing his length perfectly, and sucking him further inside, until he was able to nestle his hips against your ass.

    You held back another soft moan of his name, instead opting to try and reach back again. When it didn’t work, you grabbed for the pole once more. Fingers wrapped around it tightly, as you tried to free your body enough to press back into him. His grip kept you from moving though, but the force against his touch was enough for him to know you had tried.

    Armin’s features were dusted with a light blush that was spreading across his chest. It was still covered by his t-shirt though. When his grip left, it was to rid himself of his shirt, then to return to your hips as he pulled back. His first thrust in was sloppy and loud; his skin slapped against yours, and nearly jolted you forward. Enough that Armin’s fingers tightened just before he snapped his hips forward again.

    His thrusts were slow and hard–like he wanted to savour this moment longer. It was everything that he had fantasized about finally coming to fruition…aside from you being stuck in a cat tree. That seemed more like a bad porn trope.

    “Fuck,” he breathed, licking his bottom lip as his gaze flickered up to where you were stuck again. He could hear your faint moans, both being muffled by the lack of open space, and the way you were pressing your face against the carpet. “I know you can be louder than that. I hear you fucking yourself with your toys almost every night.” A soft gasp escaped as he increased his speed a little. “When you moan my name–thinking about me while you fuck yourself. You could’ve just asked, you know? I fuck my hand every night thinking about you. Thinking about how your cunt would squeeze around me–– a-ah –– milking my cock.”

    You didn’t know he wanted you just as much as you wanted him. He was secretive about his activities. Conscious that maybe he was just the first man that came to mind because of how often you were around each other. That wasn’t it though. You’d wanted him the first week you’d moved in together.

    Armin’s name is heavy on your tongue. Repeated until his hips are snapping quickly against yours. Fingers dig into your hips enough that he leaves bruises behind, but you’re grateful that the hard thrusts aren’t pushing you forward into the tree. Behind you, you can hear Armin moaning, unable to quiet himself when he’s this far gone. Purposefully, your moans got louder until you were crying his name in between each slap.

    The thrusts got sloppier though; less concentrated–harder.

    The coil in your stomach was beginning. A white-hot pleasure that started as a seed in your stomach, but started to spread until it was consuming every part of you. Your hand gripping desperately at the pole, while you tilted up on the tips of your toes, trying to will Armin into hitting the right spot. He understood, adjusting his messy thrusts until he was hitting your g-spot with the head of his cock each thrust.

    It made you cry out. Weak from the repeated stimulation, with chants of, “Armin, Armin, Armin – God, please, fuck - please don’t stop.”

    He loved the way you sounded coming undone underneath him. It elevated him through his own building orgasm until his features were pink, and there was a light sheen of sweat across his body from exerting himself.

    It kept building in both of you until something snapped inside of you. Your walls tightened around his cock, making it harder for him to move as you came to your peak. You cried out softly–both from the way your body jerked against the tree, and the way that he buried his cock deep inside of you. The head pulsating against your g-spot as his hand slipped around your body to rub clumsily at your clit to carry you through your orgasm.

    The way your walls fluttered around his cock was enough to have the first spurt of white seed dripping into your cunt. Warm, and creamy. Armin let out a low groan of your name, “so good for me–that’s it, take my cum. Good girl–so good.”

    Your cheeks burned at his words, legs starting to shake from the way that you stood on the tips of your toes, and how his praise made your pride grow. The blond thrusted a little lazily, his fingers still circling your sensitive clit despite the way you were starting to jerk away from overstimulation. Then, his hips started to still until he was buried completely again. Cock still twitching as final spurts of cum released.

    It was too much stuffed inside of you–threatening to spill out, even before he started to pull out with soft words, “are you okay?”

    “Mm,” you answered, started to settle back on the flat of your feet. “I’m stuck.”

    He couldn’t help his laugh, or the way his smile painted across his features. When he pulled out completely, your pussy fluttered around nothing. His cum came to the surface, leaking down towards your clit before Armin was scooping it up. The sudden touch made you jerk a little, and a soft mewl escaped.

    Your body hurt from being positioned in the cat-tree for this long, and even more now that attention was being slowly drawn back to the soft ache, instead of the distraction of Armin being buried inside of you.

    Sheepishly, he smeared the cum across your thigh then apologized, “sorry–I didn’t mean to do that. I’ll…I’ll help you now.”Armin fixed your panties to conceal your pussy again, then pulled your top back to cover over the swell of your ass. When he stepped to your left, you only knew because you could hear his voice on that side of you, “and I’m sorry for this.”

    “For what? You were so go–”

    Click.

    The surface of the tree came away, releasing your body from where it had been trapped. When you stood it was with disbelief. Hand still wrapped around the pole as you turned to look at a disheveled Armin. His features were burning pink, and his smile still ghosted. “The tree disassembles.”

    Thank you so much for reading! Any likes or reblogs are really appreciated. This is the first time I've written for Armin, so any feedback is appreciated! I hope you have a good day my sweet, sweet friend!!!!

    tagging as requested: @ni-koi , @alert-arlert , @arumiee , @r-raiinah , @odmlevis , @tetsunormous , @heart-shaped-cheerios , @babyowl02 , @marleyterians , @yeagerslut @liashideout + If you'd like to be tagged in any future works, feel free to sign up here. Please have your age somewhere on your blog!

    #armin arlert x reader #armin arlert x you #armin arlert x yn #aot x reader #armin arlert fanfic #tw dub con #my writing #abt. armin #imagine i remembered how i tag everything. ANYWAYS!!! I HOPE u enjoy this kinda silly fic #i thought it was rly funny when i thought abt it because i.....PERSONALLY am allergic 2 cats lmfao and would be sneezy #U BREATHE IN CAT FUR BAHHAHAHA
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  • yandereaffections
    23.06.2021 - 12 hours ago

    In Erens perspective this benefits both of you, he gets his lover clinged onto him completely aware that he's the one that will protect them while you get to watch the scary movies that for some reason you always want to watch more of

    He's not complaining of course, you demand his company for basically everything now in fear that the serial killer from the movie might just come out of the shadows of the room your going into, it's the simplest way to show you he's here to rely on

    At some point while watching horror movies, watching you curl up in fear, Eren will just pick you up out of the room to go to sleep, saying that was enough scares for one night

    #yandere eren jaeger #yandere eren yeager #yandere eren x reader #eren x reader #eren aot #eren jeager x reader #aot fanfiction#yandere aot#aot headcanons#aot imagines #attack on titan eren #attack on titan headcanons #attack on titan imagine #yandere attack on titan #attack on titan #yandere #yandere x reader #yandere headcanons#yandere imagines#yandere imagine #yandere x you #yandere x y/n
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  • dreamyjaeger
    23.06.2021 - 15 hours ago

    guitarist!eren as a bf

    as per anon’s request here are some more guitarist!eren headcanons :))) i got excited and i came up with these so quickly lol, there is slightly nsfw content in this so MINORS, Do Not Interact, this post is 18+, please and thank yooou. anways, i hope you enjoy my headcanons, if you have your own headcanons my ask is always open :)

    - if you’re dating guitarist!eren expect a looooot of playlists carefully curated for how he feels about u, he takes pride in his music taste and it’s one of the only ways he knows how to express his feelings for you

    - also expect him to compose a lot of music inspired by you, since he’s not the best at lyrics he obviously will honor you with the only way he knows how which is through his music

    - okay so this is in context outside of the world of Just a Spark (for those of you who don’t know that is my musician au fic about guitarist!eren and singer!reader, pls check it out ;)) but if his S.O. isn’t the lead singer of his band, you’ll obviously be backstage watching him from the sidelines and every so often (or more like the whole god damn show) he would glance over at you with a smirk or a wink, and while all the girls are yelling his name tryna get his attention he only has eyes for you, he’s practically playing just for you at this point as his body is angled directly towards you (especially if the band is playing one of their more provocative songs)

    - when you two are cuddling he softly strums his fingers across your bare skin as if you were his guitar

    - guitarist!eren ditches band practice to be w u and it pisses drummer!reiner and bassist!jean off to no end but he doesn’t stop and he never will

    - guitarist!eren would make out with you hardcore between takes for recording his bands music bc he can’t get enough of the sight of you through the glass as you sit and watch him in awe as he shreds on his guitar (the producers leave the room at that point bc they know he would’ve kicked them out anyways

    - OH GEEZ WAIT eren would fuck u in the recording booth (during late night sessions and no one else is there) and he would record the whole thing and THEN he would use your moans in his song and it wouldn’t be obvious but only you and he would know what it really was (you burn with shame during the listening party but it also excites u lmao)(omg maybe i should write this out)

    - also i should say … he’s a guitarist .. like bruh he’s gonna be good with his fingers js

    - guitarist!eren will stop in the middle of doing the deed w u bc he got inspiration for a song (from your pussy) and he would grab his guitar and play butt ass naked while u got more and more frustrated and he would only stop when u start continuing by yourself,

    - guitarist!eren HATES taking requests absolutely hates it, he plays whatever tf he wants… unless you ask him to play it then he will learn it in literally ten minutes

    - he loves when you sing along to his guitar playing, and you guys create this wholesome moment where your singing and he’s playing and every so often you couldn’t help but giggle while you sing and he can’t help but laugh along but you guys still keep the music going as you laugh and it’s just so cute and wholesome (this is one of my favorite things in the world a good example of this is in the movie ride your wave in the japanese dub)

    - you leave hickeys on eren all the time so that his little groupies know that he’s taken (eren absolutely loves this)

    - sometimes during his shows you’d rather stand in the crowd than backstage so that you can experience the whole vibe, and one time when you did this a guy was hitting on you in the crowd and eren saw the whole thing and he had to hold himself back from jumping off stage and absolutely decking the guy, you handled it on your own but later that night he showed you exactly who you belonged to (u couldn’t walk straight for a week)

    - guitarist!eren used one of your voicemails as an intro to his song

    - you are guitarist!eren’s number one fan you buy all his bands merch and albums and even tho he insists on giving them to you for free you still pay for them bc u want them to succeed (the first time he saw you in his bands shirt and only his bands shirt he went fucking crazy)

    - that’s all i have rn, if u have any of ur own guitarist!eren headcanons pls send them my way, it will be greatly appreciated

    - Alle <3

    #alle’s thoughts #eren x reader #eren yeager x reader #eren headcanons #aot x reader #snk x reader #attack on titan x reader #attack on titan eren #snk eren#aot eren#eren imagine #eren jaeger x reader #eren jeager#eren yeager#eren#aot#snk
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  • bluebellhairpin
    23.06.2021 - 19 hours ago

    My collection of playlist - straight from my Spotify. Immerse yourself into your fictional worlds like the simp we all know you are. (But have fun, ‘kay?) 

    This list will be updated over time, so feel free to check in here again every few weeks/months :) 

    BNHA

    A Night on the Streets with Hawks 

    Going on a Mall Date to Spend all Endeavors Money with Shotō Todoroki 

    AOT

    Taking Down the Beast Titan with Captain Levi Ackerman 

    HAIKYUU

    Goofing around the Park at Night with Sugawara Kōshi 

    OTHER

    Making Breakfast with Eddie Brock and Venom (Marvel) 

    Dating Bruce Wayne - Who is Secretly Batman (DC) 

    #nemos playlists#music recs #bnha x reader #aot x reader #haikyuu x reader #marvel x reader #dc x reader #boku no hero acdemia x reader #attack on titan x reader #aot imagine#bnha imagine#haikyuu imagine#marvel imagine#dc imagine
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  • killercobweebs
    23.06.2021 - 23 hours ago

    god...please answer my prayers...and do me this one favor

    Please let the woman, that is Mikasa Ackerman, crawl into my room through one of my windows and come fuck me with her girl cock.

    Like, Just imagine goth!Mika coming in though your window with an obvious bulge in her black jeans. She obviously already had the strap on , ready just for you, and you’re just drooling and waiting for her to fuck you ruthlessly.

    She tosses you in the bed, on your back, and starts to remove all your clothing. She whispered small praises about ever single part of your body and kisses you everywhere, including your clit, where the last little kiss was placed. She starts to eat you out with her hands gripping your thighs and holding them open so you don’t crush her skull. She makes you cum over and over until you’re begging for her to stope and eventually, she shoves her fake cock inside of your tiny hole. She’s got you screaming in pleasure and enjoys the way your face scary chew as you cum on her Vick several times until your squirt.

    #nana. aot #nana.speaks #aot smut #mikasa x reader #mikasa smut#aot imagine
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  • achillesunhinged
    23.06.2021 - 1 day ago

    “come on baby, just one more for me?”

    you smoothed back the blonde hair on Armin’s forehead, pressing a kiss onto his sweaty skin. “mommy i can’t, ah-” you cut off his whines with the motion of your hips as you ground yourself on to his cock, “shh, yes you can baby, i’m so proud of you my pretty boy,”

    his eyes rolled back at the praise. you sat back and rested your hands on his thighs, rolling your hips in rhythm with the soft music that played in the background, “‘m gonna cum again, gonna cum!” his nails left crescent shaped indents on the fat of your hips. “beg for it love, beg for mommy to let you cum sweetheart.” you let out a breathless laugh as Armin pathetically bucked his hips into yours, he was definitely close to orgasm. a soft moan escaped you as he thrust into you.

    “oh fuck, please, please, please, let me cum mommy i’ve been so good please!” he begged. tears rolled down his cheeks and the grip he had on your hips became stronger. you hunched over and kissed the salty tears off his cheeks, “you’ve earned it baby, cum for me Armin.”

    with your words of approval his dick twitched, spilling his cum into you with the prettiest and softest moans he could utter.

    “my sweet boy, always so good for me.”

    #achilles thirsts <3 #tw.mommy kink #tw.smut #armin x reader smut #attack on titan armin #armin imagine#armin headcanons#aot armin#armin arlert #armin x reader #armin smut#aot imagines#aot smut #aot x reader #snk armin #snk x reader #snk smut
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  • tsukidrama
    23.06.2021 - 1 day ago

    The Road Not Taken

    {I Doubted If I Should Ever Come Back}

    "Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—

    I took the one less traveled by,

    And that has made all the difference."

    Summary: After a few months of living in a cramped apartment building in the remaining 1/5th of the world, Annie moves to a cottage by the forest with you and her dad. For the first time in her life, she knows peace.

    Annie Leonhardt x (fem) reader

    Ao3 | Wattpad | ♫

    Chapter Index:

    ✰ Ch 1 - A Place To Call Home

    ★ Ch 2 - Fathers and Daughters

    ✰ Ch 3 - Pages and Paws

    #finally have enough chapters that i feel justified in making a master post for it #annie-isms#trnt annie #the road not taken #annie leonhardt #annie leonhardt x reader #annie leonhardt imagine #annie leonhardt x you #annie x you #annie leonhart #annie leonhart x reader #annie leonhart x you #annie leonhart imagine #snk x reader #aot x reader #snk#aot #attack on titan #shingeki no kyojin
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  • zeeroweenies
    23.06.2021 - 1 day ago
    #🍓 jess writes #eren yeager smut #eren smau#eren jaeger#eren icons #eren jaeger smut #aot imagines #aot x reader #eren hcs #eren jaeger x reader smut #eren jaeger headcanons #eren jaeger x reader #eren yeager x reader #attack on titan smut #snk smut #snk x reader #tw daddy kink #eren smut
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  • tsukidrama
    22.06.2021 - 1 day ago

    The Road Not Taken

    {I Doubted If I Should Ever Come Back}

    Chapter 3: Pages and Paws

    Summary: You try to surprise Annie by reading one of her favorite books, only to have her one-up you with something even more unexpected. The household expands.

    Ao3 | Wattpad | ♫

    🡰 Chapter 2 | Chapter 4 🡲

    Word Count: 3.3k

    Author's Note: bonus points to anyone who can guess the 2 books i'm referencing! Donut is inspired from elements of the lost girls ova but i have no clue what to name this other cat so i will be taking suggestions lol

    You knew that Annie liked to read. In the past, you bonded over how you both found refuge in books as children, and you both had stayed awake far past your bedtimes to read under the covers with a flashlight.

    On Paradis, you only talked about books that you had both read. Often over the years you wondered if she really had grown up reading the same books as you, or if that was one of the many lies she came up with as a cover.

    Eventually you discovered that up until a certain point in history, yes. The stories were the same. Fairy tales, and what Annie referred to as "the classics," were what you read growing up. Yet when you saw the size and variety of her father's personal library, your jaw hit the floor nonetheless.

    After a certain point, the influence of Marley’s expansion and other cultures caught up with the times, and after you left Paradis you discovered a treasure trove in the form of libraries - over a hundred years of literary and art movements that you had never even heard of.

    Annie had a field day showing you her favorite books from her childhood, the ones you had never heard of. You stayed up all night with her while she plucked volume after volume off the shelves and talked your ear off summarizing the stories she escaped into when she was a kid.

    "This isn't even my dad's full collection," she tells you, as your fingers run over several dozen stacked volumes, "this is just what he's rebuilt since the Rumbling. If you see something you like, go ahead and buy it."

    The vast majority of the books you come across, you've never heard of. Titles with foreign places, and authors with names you can't even begin to pronounce jump out at you from unfamiliar and exciting covers. Now and then, you see one of the stories you grew up with, and toss it aside.

    The night before, she excitedly showed you a volume thicker than it was tall, and nostalgically recounts to you her fondness of the story during a bad time in her life. She talks about it like it were a magical storyland where her creativity frolicked freely for a few hours after bedtime, and you wince as you read the summary. But between the stress of competing for her place amongst the Warriors and the exhaustion from constant training at home, you can’t bring yourself to judge her too harshly. Though your eyes do widen considerably.

    “Fucking hell,” you mutter as you skim the description on the inside cover of the book, “how old were you when you read this? This is a lot for a kid.” You close the book, and hand it back to Annie disbelievingly.

    “Eight or nine, I guess. My dad had a lot of foreign novels and I didn’t know the difference when I was young. They were translated anyway.”

    “I’m not talking about the language of origin or how complicated the writing is,” you scoff, “I’m talking about the fact that your favorite story when you were nine was about an axe murderer and the tales of his axe-murdering.”

    Annie tilts her head to the side, unphased. “Yeah, except for how that’s not what the book is about at all. It’s about guilt… and, and rehabilitation. I’m telling you, it’s a good book. You’ll get why I like it.”

    You suck air in through your teeth but decide to not argue with her. Considering the childhood she lived through, maybe the story of a double murderer’s guilt was as light of a read as any. You bite your lip hard, and you’re flooded with anxiety as you realize you don’t know how old she was the first time she killed. Probably sickeningly young.

    To change the subject, you ramble: “It’s just… so long. What is that, six hundred pages?”

    “Almost, yeah. But it’s actually shorter than the last book I made you read and you loved that one. What did it take you, all of three days to read?”

    Your brow furrows. “The one about the two sets of brothers and the evil woman?”

    She nods. “Arguably the most evil woman in all of history until I came along.” A laugh escapes her, then a snort. She claps a hand over her mouth.

    You take your arm away from where it rested around her shoulders. “Not funny, Annie.”

    She whines and tries to pull your arm back into place, but you resist. You’ve lost count of the amount of times you’d told her to stop making jokes about the murdering and the genocide. It’s just as uncomfortable now as it was the first time.

    “Leave it,” you remind her. This wasn't the first time she'd make an uncomfortable joke on the matter, and it wasn't the first time you've called her out on it.

    “Fine, I take it back,” Annie says, with an impatient sigh, “but yes. That is the book, and there was murdering in that one, too. You know that you loved it.”

    You nod, and you smile as she abandons her self-bashing. “Yeah… not because of the murdering. You have a good point there, though. Hand over the ten thousand page book.”

    “Ha ha, hilarious,” she says sarcastically, and rolls her eyes at you. Despite her joking, it’s obvious that she wants you to read the story.

    So when she leaves the next morning to run into town, you decide to surprise her by diving right into the new book. You make yourself some tea and a sandwich, then curl up on the couch and tackle the lengthy volume.

    Papa comes in and out, making brief conversation with you before he makes himself breakfast in the kitchen and eventually you hear the back door open and close as he leaves. A couple of hours pass, and you’re able to knock out the first hundred pages by the time Annie returns.

    You’re vaguely aware of the sound of hoofbeats approaching the house, though you don’t get up from where you sit. It’s so comfortable where you sit on the couch, and if you got up then you’d have to take the blanket off your legs. So, you decide to stay put and continue leafing through the book you’ve been reading. The noises you hear outside grow indistinct as your focus once again becomes fixed on your book.

    Your train of thought is interrupted, and you’re jostled back into reality as you hear the door crash open. Instinctively, you mark your place in the story with a scrap of ribbon.

    “Y/N! Where are you?” Annie calls from the foyet. “Y/N!” The front door bangs against the wall loudly, and you’re a little annoyed when you realize she doesn’t bother to close it behind her.

    “Over here,” you reply. You stay seated, but you do look up at her when she comes in.

    For a few moments, Annie stands in the archway just looking at you. It takes a little while for you to realize she’s waiting for you to acknowledge her. You close the book quickly and give all of your attention to her.

    “Yes?” you ask, a little confused.

    In your mind, you’re the one who was surprising her by reading the book. Yet judging from the expression on her face and her uncharacteristic enthusiasm, she has something even more pressing to share.

    Annie holds a cardboard box in her hands with a white-knuckled grip, and smiles so widely that her teeth show. It’s an uncharacteristic expression for her to have, and it sends chills down your spine for a moment. You look around to try to figure out if something is out of place. A muffled squeak comes from inside the box only to be covered by Annie’s nervous laughter.

    “So, I may have done something…” she confesses.

    You stand up, your previous comfort forgotten entirely. The blanket around your shoulders flutters to the couch and the book falls heavily to clunk against the hardwood.

    “What did you do?” you ask, narrowing your eyes at her with extreme suspicion.

    Giggling all the while, she crosses the distance between you until she’s within arm’s reach. Annie sinks down to her knees slowly, and she keeps whatever she’s holding still and level to the ground as she lowers it.

    Annie’s eyes are wide, and she gently sets the cardboard box down on the floor. After a few tension-filled seconds, the flap on the side moves, and a very familiar, fuzzy head peeks out from underneath.

    “Holy shit,” you say, and gasp, “Annie, tell me you didn’t...”

    “It’s Donut!” she squeals excitedly, “I saw him when I stopped by to get the soup pot from Pieck’s apartment.”

    “And you stole him?” you ask, bewildered. Annie nods happily, and pets Donut on the head.

    You refocus. “Wait, so you finally got my soup pot back?”

    Annie winces, and audibly sucks in air through her teeth. “I may have forgotten it once I saw Donut. Pieck gave me this cardboard box, though.”

    “Annie!” you groan, “Damn it. I’m gonna have to go get it myself.” You roll your eyes and plop back down on the couch.

    “I’m sorry! I just couldn’t leave Donut alone on the street by himself. He was looking for me, I could tell.”

    “Humph,” you grumble, crossing your arms. “You told me you didn’t want any pets inside the house.”

    Annie stammers for a moment. “I… Well -- maybe so.” She glares at you, and points a finger at you with an accusatory look on her face. “You’ve been leaving food out on the porch at night for that one cat, haven't you?”

    “The Siamese? Not since you told me to stop!” you lie.

    Absolutely do you still leave food for that cat, just not on the back porch anymore. Instead you leave it next to the tree that you had once rested underneath during the house’s construction. The small pile of bricks serving as a counter remains, and you can’t see the bowl behind it from the house. You glance out the window semi-nervously.

    Annie shrugs, and avoids your gaze. “Fine,” she agrees, “if you let me keep Donut here, you can take in the Siamese.”

    At first you’re caught off guard by her generosity, and you almost happily accept before you do a double take and narrow your eyes at her. “Wait. Donut has an owner. He belongs to the old woman across the street from the apartments. ”

    “Mm, maybe technically. But she won’t even notice that he’s gone — I’ve seen a good twenty or thirty cats coming and going from her place.”

    “Yeah… But she’s just an old lady. And it’s stealing?”

    Annie blinks twice. “...Okay?” she says, but it comes out more like a question.

    Despite the fact that you can feel the futility, you still try to argue: “And stealing is... wrong.”

    It's quiet for a moment, with only the sound of the purring cat audible. Eventually, Annie sighs, and pulls her hands into her lap.

    “Y/N,” she says and her voice trails off. She holds back a laugh, and looks at you evenly, “Do you really think that I’ve ever been worried about the morality of stealing?” She gazes fondly at Donut, and scratches between his ears.

    “No, not stealing,” she corrects, “rescuing.” He purrs and leans into her touch. “That woman was a hoarder. Donut doesn’t deserve that. He’s a good boy, and he reminds me of a cat I used to like to pet in Stohess.”

    You laugh from the absurdity of it all. After thinking back, you rewind a bit.

    “You’ll really let me keep the Siamese in the house if Donut stays?”

    Annie nods. “That’s what I said.”

    Donut turns around and swishes his tail as he comes closer to you. He nuzzles his face against your leg as he looks up at you with wide, adorable eyes. You crumble to his will, and kneel down to pet him.

    He purrs while you scratch him. Then, when he rolls over onto his back to show you his soft and fuzzy little belly, you can’t resist poking your fingers into the fluff. He playfully swats your hand away and wraps his paws around your forearm.

    Even if you had been stubborn enough to turn the cat away in the first place (which you aren’t), you couldn’t bear to turn him away after such a cute display of affection.

    “Ugh,” you groan, “you win. But I hate you for forgetting my soup pot.”

    “Yeah, yeah,” Annie says, and she pats your back. “Sure you do.”

    That evening, you take the bowl of food you left out for the Siamese cat and bring it back to the porch. You leave the kitchen door cracked open in hopes that she’ll come by sometime in the night, and leave a trail of food from the porch to inside.

    Donut sleeps at the foot of your bed that night. He hovers on Annie’s side, and stares daggers at you when you toss an arm over her shoulders in the middle of the night. (Every night over the next week, he progressively moves a little higher up the bed until one day, you feel his fur brush up against the arm you hold Annie with as he curls next to her. Needless to say, this is his favorite spot to sleep from then on).

    Thrillingly, when you went downstairs the next morning, you found the Siamese cat sitting on the kitchen floor as if she was waiting for you. You fall to your knees and offer your hand, which she happily rubs up against.

    “Hello,” you coo, and scratch the cat under her chin, “I’ve been waiting for you, pretty girl.”

    “Waiting for me to do what?” Annie asks, popping her head over the side of the bannister as she comes down the staircase.

    “I’m not talking to you,” you chuckle in your girlfriend’s direction, and you continue to pet your not quite new, but still-unnamed cat.

    “Then who the — oh! It’s the Siamese, she came in the house” Annie’s voice grows louder in excitement, and the sudden noise makes the nervous cat jump.

    Both you and the cat hiss. “Shh! Don’t scare her away,” you whisper urgenty.

    Annie slaps a hand over her mouth. “I just want to pet her… I’m so sorry,” she says, and her voice drops to a whisper as she sinks to her knees, “ooh, you are a pretty girl.”

    You smile, and watch proudly as the cat rubs its cheek against the side of Annie’s hand.

    “She likes you!” you say.

    Annie looks at the cats with a gentle and fond expression on her face, “It's so nice to have them here," she sighs, “to pet cats at all hours of the day. It’s a dream come true.”

    You shoot her an amused look. “I’d like to remind you that I’ve always wanted pets.”

    “Oh shush, Y/N. You got what you wanted in the end, didn’t you?” she asks rhetorically with a roll of her eyes. She climbs back up onto her feet and dusts off the front of her pants where she’d been on the floor.

    Even though you know that she doesn’t mean it like this, you look at her standing in the kitchen of the home you built together with your cat purring at her ankles, you can’t help but blurt: “I already have what I wanted.”

    Instantly, a blush spreads across her cheeks. “Hey, it’s too early for that kind of talk,” she mutters, rubbing the back of her neck nervously.

    You share a knowing look, and you both laugh. Yours is in amusement, though Annie's is from her nerves.

    “I’ll make coffee,” you offer, and open a cabinet to get three mugs out. You make your way over to the full pot of hot coffee, and fill two of them.

    Annie leans down for a few seconds to pet the still-unnamed Siamese, then looks out into the hallway as if she’s looking for something.

    “Hm,” she muses, “I should go get Donut so we can introduce the two of them.”

    “Good idea,” you call after her, though you aren’t sure if she hears you over the sound of the kiss noises she makes to call the other cat to her.

    You pour a teaspoon of sugar and a splash of cream into Annie's coffee, and add a much more generous amount of both for yourself. It's still hot, but you taste each one to make sure you got the ratios right.

    As soon as you bring your own mug up to your lips, the doorknob rattles on the door into the kitchen from outside and swings open to reveal a very tired-looking Papa, still in his pajamas and a robe. He takes only two steps into the room before he notices the Siamese sitting on the floor.

    He looks up at you, and back to the cat. He stares at her for a few seconds until she blinks and breaks their gaze.

    You offer him a warm yet obvious greeting. “Good morning, Papa. Did you know that we have cats now?”

    Papa blinks twice. “Cats…? As in plural?”

    Nodding, you pour him a cup of coffee, as well, leaving this one black. “That’s right,” you say, then slide the mug down the counter where he catches it.

    He looks down at the mug without much expression. “Oh, great. They live in the house?” he asks, then looks back nervously at the Siamese.

    As he asks, Annie re-enters the kitchen from the hallway with Donut wandering a few paces behind her ankles, as if to answer his question. He and Papa look at one another for several long seconds before Donut slinks underneath the dining table.

    He gives Annie a look that you can only describe as a glare. “You said the animals were supposed to live in the barn," he says.

    Annie snorts. “That’s what I said about the goats and the horse. Cats aren’t barn animals.”

    Papa looks at Donut.

    “Cats are not kitchen animals, either,” he says stonily. Annie locks eyes with him for a few seconds.

    “They are if they’re house cats," Annie says, and she shrugs.

    Papa's gaze is level. "And these have to be house cats?" He rolls his eyes when his daughter nods.

    He humphs, and crosses his arms. “There’s no reason they can’t live outside. Let them roam around and chase the birds.”

    Annie shakes her head. “I know that’s what you think. I spent my entire childhood without any pets.” She sticks her bottom lip out, and squats down so that she can reach down and give Donut some pats.

    “But cats are hunters! Their functions are killing vermin and fertilizing the garden.”

    “Dad!” Annie laughs out loud, and the scowl on her father's face disappears at the sound.

    Papa chuckles. “Well, you've planted vegetables out there, haven't you? There you go.” At long last, the stone cracks, and a smile etches into the lines of his face.

    “These cats are our pets. They live in our house,” she kisses Donut on the head to make her point, “And I built the house, so I have the final say-so.”

    He nods, and lifts a hand to concede. However, he sends a sharp look towards the both of you, and says: “No animals in my room.”

    Annie rolls her eyes, but smiles nonetheless. You nod, and put an arm around her shoulders.

    "Deal," she agrees.

    At long last, once he drains his mug, Papa reaches down to offer a hand in introduction to each of the curious new cats.

    #omfg i been so sick then work has been NUTS ive been running around like a headless chicken #annie-isms #the road not taken #trnt annie#annie leonhardt #annie leonhardt x reader #annie leonhardt imagine #annie leonhardt x you #annie x you #annie leonhart #annie leonhart x reader #annie leonhart x you #annie leonhart imagine #snk x reader #aot x reader #snk#aot #attack on titan #shingeki no kyojin
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  • allsfair-inloveandwar
    22.06.2021 - 1 day ago

    When their meeting is about to start but they can't get their erection to go away.

    Sprays the minors be gone spray

    Warning: (Fem reader) In this scenario you have been in a sexual on again off again relationship with these guys individually. You're not dating them. The guys have all tried masturbation before coming to you. Also mommy kink for everyone except Levi.

    Armin

    Poor thing has been hard since he woke up which was about four hours ago.

    He runs into your room almost slamming open the door.

    "Mommy, please.. I can't make it go away."

    He almost cries when he slips inside. The pain in his balls eased a bit as he wraps his fingers in the blankets.

    Mouth open as he lets every noise out unabashedly.

    He can't even begin to be ashamed of his noises when your wet cunt continually sucks him in.

    "You're so hard baby." You moan as you tug him in close, running your hands over his undercut and through his hair. "What were you thinking about?"

    "I wasn't being bad mommy, I promise.. I-I just-" He gasps as he sheaths himself all the way inside. Barely pulling out for each thrust.

    Pretty blue eyes rolling towards the sky.

    "Hmm?"

    "I woke up hard and.. I tried to go back to sleep but it got so painful.."

    You kiss his pretty red lips coaxing them out from where he's biting them.

    Your legs stay spread for every rough pound of his hips. His cock pressed impossibly deep.

    "I need you." He whines "I need you so much."

    The ache inside him slowly being released.

    "You're gonna make me cum.." He whimpers

    You cover his mouth with your hand. His face impossibly red as his eyes finally flutter open.

    Blue doe eyes filled with tears that quickly begin to trickle down his cheeks.

    "Finish baby. You're such a good boy. Don't moan too loud ok? Let it stay our secret."

    When he cums inside you his hips stutter and his screams are covered by your hands.

    "That's it, good job baby." You moan back arched for him.

    When you release him he inhales sharply letting out one last gasp as he fills you up.

    "Mommy there's so much.." He heaves

    "Hurry and get to your meeting ok?"

    "Ok. I'll be back later to properly thank you." He says tongue curving over his lips.

    He takes one more second to stare at his cum where it's flowing down to your ass and he almost gets hard again.

    Waits until there's like 10 minutes left before the meeting starts.

    Eren

    Partially because he thought he could manage to get rid of it before then and partially because he was worried you wouldn't be up this early.

    He just kinda awkwardly shuffles around until you notice the very obvious bulge in his pants.

    When he does finally go to you he's glad to see you awake.

    "I.. it won't fuck off." He grunts

    The second you wrap your hands around his cock he lets out the deepest groan throwing his head back. And when it slides inside..

    His soul almost escapes him.

    "Mommy.." He grunts

    You need a couple seconds to adjust even though it hasn't been that long since he last fucked you.

    When he finally gets going he's so rough but slow as if he doesn't have a meeting to get to.

    His hips pressed right up against your inner thighs and pelvis.

    "Baby speed up." You gasp softly "You need to cum so you can get to that meeting."

    "I know.. but fuuucckk."

    He's absolutely losing his mind.

    He's got the bed slamming into the wall, hands making permanent marks where they're squeezing around your waist.

    Starts fucking your tight cunt a little harder when you start to sound breathless.

    At some point he's pushing both your knees forward into the pillows using that leverage to fuck you so deep you can barely breathe.

    He growls into every kiss he plants on your lips.

    His cock pounding your g-spot so roughly you've started crying.

    Starts to shake when he gets close.

    His hands slipping from the backs of your knees to right next to your head.

    "God.. fuck!" He huffs, cum painting your insides. "Shit.." He groans in your ear.

    You can't even speak too focused on trying to catch your breath.

    Veins dark where they show up in his knuckles.

    Mouth hung agape as he pulls his now limp cock out.

    Gives you a sweet kiss before he leaves.

    "Thank you mommy." He smirks at your blissful expression.

    Jean

    "Help me? Please?"

    Doesn't wait as long as Eren and Armin.

    Probably around 15 minutes of stroking himself to zero effect before he's coming to you.

    "What's the magic word, love?"

    "..Mommy."

    Has your legs wrapped around his waist. His cock mixing your insides and you can't help but let every sinful noise spill from your throat as he does.

    Simultaneously kissing you and playing with your nipples

    He's fucking you like you're his girlfriend and he doesn't have a meeting to go to.

    "Jean, baby.. you gotta hurry."

    Even you don't want him to hurry. Or stop.

    "I promise I'll get to my meeting on time I just wanna spend as much time as I can here with you mommy."

    Rubs your cheek in circular motions with his thumb when you sob over his pace.

    Spreads his legs and presses as deep as he can with a hand on your stomach until you're whimpering on every thrust.

    "You feel so fucking good mommy. So good, please keep squeezing my cock."

    Till you're cumming around his cock.

    Has you moaning his name and arching your back.

    Only then does he actually speed up and give in to his need to cum.

    Deep moans of mommy falling off his lips onto yours.

    Every bit of your pussy full of him till his name is the only word you remember.

    He wraps his arms around your shoulders. Keeping himself deep as he empties every drop of his load inside.

    He stays in you for almost too long just giving you kisses all over your face and hands.

    Whines your name in between little mentions of gratitude

    Honestly you're a little sad to see him go.

    Finally pulls out and gets dressed.

    Connie

    "I kept thinking about the mission tomorrow and that kept me up most of the night. Then I started thinking about you and that kept me hard the other half." He laughs

    Abuses the fact that he can ask you for sex and you'll almost always say yes.

    But it's more because it's you than because he's constantly after sexual pleasure.

    Just a little. 🤏

    You know because the first time you let him hit was surprising but the 45th time he's still in shock but he's adoring every second he gets to climb in your bed and touch every bit of your skin.

    Bites his lip a little when he slips in balls deep.

    Only because he loves the fact that it's you more than the fact that he can get off with someone.

    As soon as it hits morning and he knows you're awake he's pulling himself out of bed.

    "Shit.. mommy this is what I needed." His eyes roll back as he penetrates you from below.

    Cock twitching inside with every thrust.

    Somehow still manages to smirk and flirt with you while groaning in between each word.

    "Mommy, you never deny me.. might as well tell me you're in love with me."

    You snort, "Cum already so you can go to your meeting."

    "I'll cum when you tell me you love me."

    He tries he really does but he's getting so close and the way you're squeezing his cock just isn't fair.

    Profanity flying from his lips when you slam your hips down using your knees as leverage.

    "God mommy please.." He begs reaching out for your waist.

    He lifts himself up latching his tongue to one nipple while his free hand is cupping your breast.

    Groans low in his throat when he cums. His eyes fluttering shut

    Whispers of fuck and goddammit cresting off his lips.

    His cock twitching against your walls. The feeling making you bite your lip.

    "You take such good care of me mommy." He cooes

    He leans into your ear, "What if I just stayed here and fucked you all day?"

    "Go to your meeting!" You huff, getting off of him.

    He finally leaves when you give him a silent glare.

    Levi

    Walks into your bedroom without so much as a knock and locks the door.

    He waits it out for almost 3 hours before finally going to you with all his pent up frustration.

    He wants it to go away on its own so bad.

    "What's up with you this morning?" You laugh as he tosses your panties aside haphazardly.

    He doesn't need to answer his dick print speaks for itself.

    Thrusts all the way inside with no warning.

    Like Eren he has your feet in the air, knees pressed into the sheets.

    You wanna tease him so bad for being this hard and a little loud this early in the morning but his cock feels like it's in your stomach.

    You can only keep your head back, noises spilling off your lips with every thrust.

    Eyes coasting north when he slams into your sweet spots.

    Keeps fucking into you like you're his little toy. Simultaneously rough and gentle.

    Angles his hips in a specific way to hear you scream and then mutters for you to be quiet.

    Groans when your nails dig into his back.

    Eventually he lets your legs go, allowing them to wrap around his waist as he finally picks a pace.

    His thrusts so hard you can hear small clatters from the wood under the mattress hitting the floor.

    And you're clenching around him so tight.

    Screaming his name along with every curse word known to man.

    He lets out a long drawn out moan as he fills your tight pussy with every bit of pent up frustration he possesses in all 160 cm of himself.

    And surprisingly it's a lot.

    And finally he's letting you go with a chaste kiss to your lips.

    "Good girl." He whispers, thumb coaxing strands of your hair off your cheeks.

    Meanwhile your heart beat is slamming against your rib cage so loud you're sure you'll bust.

    You probably have shit to do today too but after that you just wanna go back to sleep.

    #aot x reader #attack on titan #shingeki no kyoujin x reader #levi ackerman x reader #snk x reader #eren x reader #jean krischtein x reader #armin arlert x reader #connie x reader #aot imagines#aot scenario#aot smut #levi ackerman smut #eren yeager smut #armin smut #jean kirschtein smut #connie springer smut
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  • colossal-fallout
    22.06.2021 - 1 day ago

    You certainly can, my lovely ❤

    Kruger - Levi - Erwin

    Warnings: light mentions of sex.

    Kruger

    Kruger low key bursts with pride that his s/o is a professional dancer - a ballerina no less.

    He has a soft spot for the arts & theatre. So you'd better believe you absolutely take his breath away.

    He's starstruck, lovestruck and luststruck all at once. He cherishes you as if you're one of those little ballet figurines in a beautiful music box. That's how he sees you. His perfect, beautiful and elegant dancer.

    However Kruger is a little stoic, so on the surface, all of these intense emotions don't really show. But you'd better believe he's feeling them.

    He'll show you in his own way how he feels about you - attentive to your needs. Protective and oh so loyal.

    It wouldn't be too long before he's on one knee, asking you to be his for the rest of eternity.

    Levi

    I think you've chosen perfectly because honestly, I see all three of these men being absolutely in love with the idea.

    Levi adores your grace and elegance. It suits his personality perfectly. A good balance to his hectic life in the military, and serves his posh side well.

    Levi thinks you're super delicate - he's always super careful not to be too rough with you in the bedroom. Not to mention extremely protective over your frame around others. Especially when those other people are big, burly soldiers.

    Daydreams about you. And thinks about you at night when he can't sleep and you're not there. If you are there, he'll watch your form resting, in stone-faced awe.

    To him, you're the human, physical embodiment of the wings of freedom. His pet name for you is "little bird" or "Feather" because that's what you remind him of.

    Erwin

    My dear, mark him down as besotted.

    Another who has an interest in the arts and theatre. It's a great, relaxing and refined way of unwinding after a long ass day of bloodshed or planning bloodshed.

    Loves loves loves holding your hand. The feel of how light you are makes him so needy for you, he can hardly take it.

    One of his favourite things to do with you is have a nice glass of wine by the fire and slow dancing together. He'll gaze deeply into your eyes, the spark of someone hopelessly in love glinting in those ocean blues.

    Your delicate frame suits his size kink.

    Yet he's always amazed at your core strength. A lot of muscle is hidden in your beautiful form.

    Will do anything he can to try and watch you preform. He can't always make it, being so busy. But when he does, he swells with pride, even a small tear form's within his orbs as he watches the woman he loves express herself in the way he knows she adores.

    #snk #attack on titan #snk imagines #snk season 4 #snk fandom#snk headcanons #attack on titan x you #erwin x y/n #eren kruger#kruger#snk kruger#aot kruger #levi x y/n #levi headcanons #attack on titan erwin #erwin headcanons
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