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Trap | A. Arlert

cw: drug use(weed) drug dealer! Armin, coercion, dubcon, degradation, finger sucking, oral (f receiving), cream pie, unprotected sex, spitting, mentions of baby trapping, self-indulgent

wc: 3.9k

[10:45p] Talk to Armin

You’re not sure what to say back, you want to laugh almost. You want to ask Eren if this is a joke for turning him down last week when he delivered your weed to you. You didn’t think it was that deep when you rejected him, the next text you get from him is Armin’s number.

He’s really serious.

You don’t reply. Not really in the mood to ask him why he won’t sell to you or what’s wrong with him. Instead you tap on the contact he sent you, saving it into your phone and replacing Eren’s spot.

You text him first asking if it’s Armin and explaining you got his contact from Eren. You figured they’d know each other, why else would Eren give you his number?

[11:00p] Hi! It’s me! What can I do for you?

You stifle a laugh, this is the guy you’re supposed to buy from? You know it’s awkward texting someone new for drugs but you’re almost ready to give up when he texts you again.

[11:03p] Eren just told me what you usually get, you want to meet me or should I bring it to you?

Usually you’d be in favor of getting anything you buy brought to you, but you figured it would be safer to meet him instead. Can’t have a stranger knowing where you live and your location is always on for your closest friends. You’ll be sure to text one of them before heading out.

Armin texts you an address of where to meet him. You’re quick to grab a jacket and slip your shoes on before heading out to meet him. You have half a mind to change into sweatpants before you leave but you don’t know how Armin is about being late and you don’t really feel like asking around for someone else to buy from.

The start of your drive is usual, listening and glancing to the directions of your gps to guide you across town. Recognizing that the further you go, the nicer the houses get, the bigger they get, and the more expensive they get. You almost text him to double check if you’re going the right way when it finally hits you.

You’ve met Armin before.

You were most likely fucked from a night of drinking or smoking, or both. You remember how he hung around Eren at a party and how he had on a stupid blue cardigan that matched his eyes. He looked like he didn’t even fit in with anyone. Just some cute, preppy kid running around with his family’s money, probably mixed in with the wrong crowd. It’s no wonder you’re pulling up to a nice house and of course there’s no wonder that there's a parade of cars here. You can see the numerous people with red solo cups in their hands, some stumbling, and the majority of them laughing at the antics of everyone else.

You almost want to leave when someone knocks on the window causing you to jump.

“Holy shit.” You roll your window down enough to be met with blue eyes. It’s Armin.

“Hey, uh, I have your stuff but you’re gonna have to come inside or wait out here.”

You only nod in response, not really giving him the solid answer he’s looking for.

“So are you cool waiting here orrr?”

“I’ll go inside, sorry.” You roll your window back up, taking the keys to your car and double checking to make sure it locks before following Armin inside the house.

The crowd of people outside pales in comparison to the sea of bodies inside of his house. Music blaring and your vision immediately falls to the sweaty bodies dancing in the middle of the huge living room. You continue to look around, watching in awe of how easily people let loose after a couple drinks or hits from a joint. You’re tempted to join them, that is until you make out Eren’s form holding a rolled joint up to Mikasa’s lips. You watch as she hesitantly leans forward and inhales before coughing while Eren laughs. You look away before he can see you, still following Armin before he offers his arm out to you.

“Last fuckin’ time I let Eren throw a ‘small’ party here.”

You laugh a little, holding onto Armin while he leads you upstairs. There are fewer people upstairs, some sitting around to get away from the crowd. Others start to roll a joint before they scramble to put their papers and weed away when they see Armin. He doesn’t pay them any attention, instead, he tells a couple looking for an unlocked room to ‘fuck off’ before unlocking the door to what you think is his room.

Inside everything is organized, you expected it to be. I mean this was Armin you were following, cute Armin with all of his white collared button-ups and cardigans. You don’t recall if you’ve ever seen him in a t-shirt, you watch as he fumbles around by his nightstand, still wary before he encourages you to come in and please shut the door behind you.

He tells you to have a seat on his bed, asking you if you can roll or if you want him to roll a joint for the both of you. You don’t really give him an answer before he finds his tray adorned with wrapping papers, a grinder, and more weed on it. He hands you your baggie of weed telling you that he doesn’t mind sharing his, you don’t know that he only shares his weed with girls he wants to fuck. He loves when new girls like you hit him up for bud, not worried in the slightest bit because Armin isn’t like Eren those sleazy drug dealers, he’s kind and cute.

Your eyes wander to the little bedside table where the drawer isn’t closed all the way and you can see all types of bags full of weed, you can see the scale that his weed was sitting on, and you can make out a smaller bag full of what you can only assume is molly. Part of you wants to ask why he spends his time selling, you’re in awe of his house and you’re sure that his family has more than enough for him to live comfortably.

Lithe fingers roll the joint together before his tongue peeks out of his mouth to ensure it stays together.

“Got a lighter?”

You nod, reaching into the pocket of your jacket and handing it to him. His hand envelops yours and his touch makes butterflies awaken in your stomach. You’re quick to smother them, telling yourself you’re only here for the weed and now a quick smoke session. Nothing else.

Ever the gentleman, he offers you the first hit, gently placing the joint between your lips despite your efforts to take it from him. He holds the lighter at the end and you study his face before you can finally inhale. The smoke makes the back of your throat burn, you cough a little and Armin laughs before plucking the joint from you and placing it on his lips. He inhales, the end lighting up in a bright orange while he takes off the cardigan he’s wearing.

“Sorry, it’s getting stuffy.” He says before passing the joint back to you, thankfully, he hands it to you this time. You take a longer drag, staring at the pretty veins on his arms and realizing how strong he might actually be. He isn’t like Eren, you think, he’s comfortable in the silence and you feel relieved that you no longer have to text his best friend for your drugs, not when Armin is better at responding and willing to smoke you out even if it’s just this time.

You take another hit, enjoying the feeling of your limbs growing heavy and your head swirling in bliss. You feel weightless yet heavy and you’re amazed at how only three hits has you feeling this way. It’s way better than anything Eren has ever given you.

“Armin” you say, mouth going completely dry when you notice that he’s unbuttoned part of his shirt and you can see his abs peeking through when you stretch your hand out to him holding the joint. He’s happy to take it from you, watching as you slowly grow even more comfortable on his bed, toeing your shoes off before letting your jacket fall off your shoulder revealing your little tank top you wear to bed. He takes one last hit before he tells you to finish it.

You’re not sure you can finish it, looking at the camera on your phone and seeing how glazed over your eyes look. Armin tells you to get comfortable, it’s fine. He’ll make sure that no one comes in to bother either of you.

Just trust him.

He watches as you bring the remainder of the joint back up to your lips, watching as you take hit after hit and giggling when you blow smoke on accident in his face, or when you accidentally lean a little too far forward into his own personal space. You even have the audacity to look up at him and say that you’re not even that high.

Oh but if you could see yourself through his eyes, you’re absolutely fucking baked. Pretty eyes glazed and red rimmed while you drink the water bottle he offers you, watching as a small droplet makes its way down from the corner of your mouth. You put the bottle down, “s’kay Min.” You slur and he knows he’s got you.

He reaches over and wipes the water away and you swear he’s unbuttoning his shirt when you’re not looking because there’s no way he just casually shows that much of himself to you. “You’re so pretty” he whispers, the pad of his thumb grazing over your bottom lip before looking back up into your eyes.

The compliment catches you off guard and you’re not sure if it’s the marijuana that gives you courage or the fact you would do anything to get lost in Armin’s baby blue eyes but you allow your tongue to slip out licking the pad of his thumb before he’s pushing it into your mouth. You immediately suck and Armin finally gives you a smirk that has arousal pooling in your belly. You let go of his finger and he presses his lip against yours, immediately you let his tongue in when you feel it against your lips, your hands finding the remaining buttons on his shirt and quickly pulling it apart.

Armin knows he’s got you where he wants you. Pretty thing like you walking into his house with sleep shorts, tank top, and no bra? He knew you wouldn’t protest when he started to roll the joint for you, knew that you’d smoke the entire joint because you haven’t felt this fucking relaxed in a while. He’d call you pretty while your eyes are all red and your mind seems hazy.

Your hands run along the taut muscles of his abdomen, and he’s pushing you back towards his bed. His thigh slotted in between your thighs and you fight the urge to grind down on it, knowing that he could probably feel how wet you would get just at his fleeting touches that set your skin on fire. He kisses your lips one last time before kissing your neck, teeth nipping at your pulse point just to get you to squirm.

Then he feels it.

The warmth of your pretty little pussy on his thigh and fuck he can’t wait to feel you. He wants a taste, his mouth waters at the thought of your honeyed essence on his tongue and coating his chin, how your hands must feel in his hair and what your breathy moans would sound like panting out his name.

He pulls your shirt up, pinching one of your nipples while wrapping his lips around the other, tongue flicking the hardening bud before continuing his descent on your body. Both of his hands are on your tits while he plants warm kisses along your stomach, making sure to tease along the waistband of your sleep shorts.

He’s quick to adjust the both of you, pulling you closer to the foot of the bed by your ankles before kneeling in between your pussy.

“Armin, wait—” whatever plea you had for him dies in your throat when you feel his nose press along your clothes folds, inhaling your sweet scent. He presses a kiss to it, whispering praises barely loud enough for you to hear. Telling you how pretty you look and asking to let him taste you even though he’s already pulling your shorts and panties down your legs. He groans when your cunt, mutters something about how cute your pretty pussy looks. His knuckle coming up to swipe at your slit, groaning when your slick covers it and how sensitive you are under his touch.

You feel him lick a stripe along your folds, your thighs squishing his face before strong arms come to keep you in place. You’re not allowed to interrupt him, not while he’s enjoying himself.

His lips wrap around your clit, using his fingers to reveal it to him, the sensation has you mewling and arching your back into his face. His tongue swirls around the bundle of nerves until your hands find his hair. Your fingers carding through his soft blonde locks while you beg and plead for more. He lets go of your clit in favor of licking your slit, he moans when he finally gets a taste of you, tongue wandering into your gummy walls while his nose hits your puffy clit over and over again. Your mewls are getting louder and you're begging for more, for something more because you need to cum, he has to let you cum.

Armin pulls away and you sob out to him, “Min, please, need to cum, make me cum, please.”

He can’t say no, not when his chin is covered in your slick and his cock twitches every time you plead and whine his name. He holds your legs apart, delivering a quick slap to the inside of your thigh when you attempt to close them when the pad of his middle finger finds your clit. “Keep you legs open.” He says, voice low and gravely. He doesn’t waste time, inserting his middle finger to his knuckle. The feeling of you tight, velvety walls around his digit makes his dick twitch and serve as an aching reminder that he’s not done with you yet, he won’t let you leave after this. Not until he gets to bury himself deep into the velvet of your pussy.

The muscles of his arm are protruding with the pace he sets as he finger fucks you, his lips wrapped around your clit and he begins to suck and you swear you’re in another fucking dimension with how euphoric you feel. The weed in your system makes you extra sensitive and Armin can feel another gush of your arousal all over his hand.

“Armin, fuck,fuck,fuck!”

“Give it to me, baby, wanna see you cream all over my fingers come on.”

He has to see it, inserting his ring finger and adding to your pleasure when he finds that spongey little spot inside of you that has you arching into his touch again. He takes it has his cue to lick and suck on your abused bud again, watching how pretty you look when your voice fails you and your scream goes silent as you cum around his fingers, eyes crossing as you finally give him what he wants.

“Atta girl, squeezing my fingers so tight.”

He slowly pulls his fingers out, eyes fixed on the translucent strings webbing his fingers together before he stands up. You hear the sound of him undoing his zipper before you register what he’s actually doing. With the strength you have you find his hands, watching as he takes off the remainder of his clothes, throwing them somewhere in his room.

Your mouth goes dry when your eyes land on his cock, you didn’t expect him to be so big, to have a pretty vein adorning either side of his shaft and his tip a pretty shade of bubblegum pink with a bead of precum decorating it.

“Armin, wait” you scoot back from him, “m’ still sensitive” you remind him. Your words are slurred and it doesn’t stop Armin from craning his head down and kissing you. Making you taste yourself while he hooks his hands under your thighs, exposing your pussy to his greedy eyes. “You’ll be okay, just be good for me yeah?”

Those blue eyes meet yours again and you’re positive you’re drowning in them. His pupils blown wide as he aligns himself with your drooling entrance, he hooks your legs over his shoulders, finding your hands and pinning them beside your head. He slowly inches himself forward, reveling in the feeling of your gummy walls stretching around his girth. He fights the urge to cum as your pussy flutters around him, he looks down at you, completely fucked out and eyes beginning to water as he slowly pulls back before thrusting into you again.

He lets go of your hands, one of them pushing your thighs into your chest while he brings the pads of his middle and ring fingers to prod at your lips, “suck” he demands, slowing his thrusts to allow you to wrap your lips around them. You taste yourself on his skin, tongue skillfully running along his nails and swirling around both of them.

“Is this why you texted me? Couldn’t get your stupid cunt fucked by Jaeger?” You don’t reply, still sucking on his fingers while he delivers a harsh snap of his hips against yours, he feels the vibrations of your whine, shoving his fingers further into your mouth a smirking when he feels your throat constrict around them.

“Eren doesn’t like easy sluts like you.”

He roughly pulls his fingers out of your mouth, gripping your cheek harshly and making your skin sticky with your own spit. “Keep your fucking mouth open.” You hear him gathering saliva in his mouth before his spit lands on your tongue. You swallow it without being asked, eyes rolling into the back of your skull when he begins his harsh pace again.

“Wonder what he’d say, if he saw you fucking his best friend right now. He said you were so cute, you know?” Both palms are on the back of your thighs, he’s pushing them impossibly close to your chest and letting his weight fall on top of you with each thrust. “Bet he doesn’t know that a little weed gets you desperate for cock huh?”

“m’not desperate” you slur, he slaps the back of your thighs, sending pleasurable pain shooting through your body. “Want me to call him in here? Have him see you cream all over my fucking cock?”

You nod no, but the way your cunt squeezes Armin’s length lets him know all that he needs to.

“Filthy bitch, you’d like that wouldn’t you?” He cranes his head down again, sloppily kissing you and allowing his tongue to explore your mouth, groaning when he feels your hands pulling his biceps closer to you. You turn your head away from him, sputtering a bit before begging for more, for Armin to fuck you harder, faster.

He doesn’t let you finish your sentence, his pace never faltering as he watches your face contort in pleasure. Mouth falling open and brows knitting together while you moan loud enough for anyone to hear if they were to walk by the door. You can feel the head of his dick kiss your cervix with each thrust, “say my name” he grits.

He can feel your gummy walls fluttering, he knows your close, still sensitive from the previous orgasm and from the weed you smoked earlier. Your mind is spinning and you feel so dizzy, so fucking good as Armin continues to fuck you.

“Armin! Cum inside, fuck, cum inside please!”

Hook, line, sinker.

Who knew that’s a joint is all it took to get you in bed, he almost feels bad that Eren couldn’t get to this point with you. His loss is his gain, he’d make sure that the only name you moan from now on is his, he’ll make sure Eren hears you high pitched squeals for Armin to spill himself inside of you.

“Yeah? You want me to cum inside of you? Fill your pretty little pussy up?” He groans when he feels you squeeze him again, your nails biting into the skin of his forearm as you let out a string of pleads for him to not stop.

“What if I knock you up huh? Give you a fuckin’ baby so all you can think about is me from now on?”

The fear in your eyes spurs him on, his fingers finding your sore clit until he can feel your legs trembling against him. The way he circles your bud paired with his harsh thrusts sends you over the edge, back arching and a silent sob escaping your throat while you gush all over Armin’s cock, “Fuck yeah, give it to me, dirty bitch”

“Armin! Cumming!” You squeal as if he didn’t know, Armin isn’t too far after you, keeping his words and spewing curses out as he empties his hot seed inside of you. You moan pulling Armin in for a kiss while his cock pulsates inside of you, both of you reveling in each other and your highs.

Your breathing labored as he slowly lets your legs fall against the bed. He stays buried inside of you, watching as you fight your sleep.

“Hey, stay with me for a bit, yeah? Gotta clean you up.”

You nod, closing your eyes but listening to him go to his bathroom and coming back with a warm washcloth. The warmth of the washcloth feels good against your skin, Armin adjusts you on his bed before pulling you up and helping you to the bathroom.

“You okay?”

“Mhmm” you hum, looking up at him while he helps you sit down, telling you where everything is before walking out to give you privacy.

He begins to pick up both of your clothes, setting them aside while he adjusts the bed for you to sleep in. He isn’t that heartless, he’s sure he’ll talk to you before you go home tomorrow, even if you manage to slip out before he wakes he knows you’ll be back, after all it’s not like you know anyone else that would sell to you.

He picks up the clothes again, your panties falling onto the floor. He looks up to make sure you’re still in the bathroom so you don’t see where he keeps your panties, it’s not like you would need them anyway.

He throws the rest of the clothes into his laundry basket, finding his phone to look for Eren’s contact.

[2:02am]You’re right, y/n is really cute.

[2:02am] She’s staying with me tonight.

“Who are you texting?”

Your voice startles him, he smiles before getting up to help you into his bed.

“No one important. Trust me”

levi, armin, and marco with a bimbo gf.

contains - whole lotta smut, dumbification, degradation, overstimulation, dacryphilia, praise, sir kink

a/n - just short drabbles for each of the boys <3. minors dni!

Levi Ackerman

never would anyone have believed that levi was going out with a girl as beautiful—and dumb, as you. you two were quite the opposite as well; he was down to earth and introverted while you got along and conversed with almost everyone in sight. to levi, it was cute at first but now he’s gotten tired of how men would blatantly flirt with you, your obliviousness getting the best of you.

pleads of “i’m sorry” tumbled from your lips as levi thrusted deep inside you, his hand wrapped around the back of your neck while he takes you from behind. “you’re too dumb to know when someone’s trying to get into that mini skirt of yours?” he grunts, fucking you deeper into the sheets.

your toes curl in white hot pleasure when his cock grazes against your sweet spot. his heavy balls slam against your clit with every harsh thrust. you feel the hand around your throat tighten, jerking you to get your attention. “answer me, dumb slut. or are you too fucked out to answer?”

you grip the wrinkled sheets beneath you, whimpering in his hold, your mind too messed up to form a coherent thought. “n-no” you drawl out.

you feel his thrusts grow a bit sloppy until you’re yanked back by your arms, back pressed against his chest while his cock fucks you deep and hard. “no? no what?” levi grunts, his breathing growing more and more rapid.

“no sir”

and just with that, you’re creaming all over his dick, trembling in the aftershocks of your orgasm. he slows his strokes, getting closer to your ear.

“now give me one more”

Armin Arlert

armin loves everything about you. how could he not when you wear those tight dresses with your hair and makeup looking stunning as well? what made him love you even more was how oblivious you are. not a thought in that pretty little head of yours.

you were also so down to do anything he requested. so when he came up to you at eren’s party demanding you to follow him into the bathroom, you had no complaints.

armin couldn’t take the way your cunt sucked him in each time he’d thrust inside you. you felt too good—too warm. he had you pressed against the wall with your legs wrapped around his waist, giving you open mouthed kisses as he whined into your mouth.

“fuck, you feel so good” he whispers against your lips. his cock filled you so nicely, brushing against your cervix and sweet spot in your walls. you could barely handle the overwhelming feeling, especially the way the bottom of his shirt would rub at your clit.

“armin, ‘s too much!” you cry. gripping onto his shoulders for dear life. he picks up his pace, slamming into you even harder. “no, no baby. it’s not too much, you can take it” he starts, nipping at the soft skin of your collarbone.

he feels the way you tighten and cum around him with the prettiest moans. your mind was nothing but haze as he continues his strokes, overstimulating you in the process.

“yeah, you can take it”

Marco Bodt

after what felt like a day of shopping (mainly marco swiping his card while you clung to his arm) you got back to your shared apartment with your boyfriend. he truly was the most handsome man you’ve ever seen, even when he looked super, super tired. you appreciated him and what better way to show your appreciation than offering to suck him off.

“marco” you coo singsongy, watching as he settled himself on the couch with a light sigh. black strands of hair fell over his eyes, making him appear a lot more scarier than he is. you found your way in between his legs, resting your head on his thigh while your finger traced along the crotch of his jeans.

“what’s up, baby?” he questions, sitting up straighter.

“thank you for taking me out”

he couldn’t help but stare at your plump, glossy lips as the words fell out. he moved the strands of hair out of your face, revealing your pleading innocent eyes. he hooked his finger under your chin pulling you so that you’re eye level with him.

“you know i’d do anything for my sweet girl”

you could feel his cock harden underneath your fingertips. he let go of your face, leaning back and spreading his legs. “i know what you want, baby. go for it”

you took his invitation excitingly, not wasting any time unzipping his jeans and whipping out his cock from his boxers. you wrap your pretty lips around his fat tip, sucking the precum that drips out. he throws his head back with a groan.

you slowly work your way down his shaft until your nose is met with the short hairs at the base. he’s hot and heavy in your mouth, filling your throat perfectly. you pull off of him before going back, bobbing your head down his length.

“fuck, just like that” he grunts. he threads his fingers in your hair, pulling you up and down to quicken your pace. tears accumulate in your eyes as you gag around the tip. “god, you’re so fucking pretty like that”

you grip onto his thighs, your manicured nails digging into the muscle. his balls tighten as he uses you to chase his high. a bitter liquid dances on your tongue that you soon recognize to be his cum. he pauses for a bit before pulling you off him.

he’s quick to take his phone out, capturing the lewd expression on your face before showing you.

your face is a mess of runny mascara and eyeliner, along with the cum/spit/gloss mixture on your swollen lips. you swat at his thigh playfully, earning a labored chuckle from him.

“it took me forever to do my makeup, marco”

YOUR TEETH IN MY NECK | ARMIN ARLERT.

➳ synopsis. you’re new to the university and already struggling with classes. it’s a good thing your ‘friendly’ classmate, armin, offers to help. where would you be without him?

➳ contains. bimbo!reader, nerd!armin, college au, filthy praise/degradation, slight fear play, manipulation, condescension, voyeurism, sadism (if you squint), lying, library sex, slight dubcon, creampie, perverted behavior, unprotected sex, 18+ mdni.

➳ word count. 3,576

the vacant corridor felt like a slew of mazes as you tread along the unfamiliar path, keeping your eyes up above the many doors you passed in search for the name of your teacher that was brazenly written on your schedule. it was bad enough that it was your first day of school but to make matters worse, you also transferred in the middle of the semester.

when the recognizable name, paired with the room number came into your line of sight on the dark oak sign bolted into the wall, you slowly opened the door, certain that this was the class you were supposed to be in.

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Attack On Titan Smut Drabble 18+: Bully!Eren Yeager x Reader

Alright so, I am not an avid fan of Attack on Titan. I've never finished a season (only watched occasional episodes on tv or clips on Youtube), but I will acknowledge that some of the characters are pretty fucking hot. With that said, I happened across multiple bully!eren fics and let me tell you... I'm fucking thirsty for him.

WARNINGS/TAGS: Dark fic, extremely dubious consent, loss of virginity, bullying, blackmailing, sexual coercion.

⚠️ READ THE TAGS: Please be aware this work contains content that the reader may feel uncomfortable with or otherwise triggered by. ⚠️

Your body froze when you felt a hand squeeze your plump ass. You slapped the hand away, swiftly turning around only to face the last person you wanted to see.

"Eren... leave me alone, please. It was a mistake. I-I was not in my right mind when we..." You bit your lip, stress clear in your form as you remembered the events of last week.

The night where everything was a haze after taking a couple too many drinks at a local bar. The night where you let your inhibitions go and grind up against strangers on the dancefloor. The night you let Eren, the boy who bullied you for years, take you home and rip through your virginity with one hard thrust.

On the days that followed, you noticed how Eren stared intently at you from a distance. No longer did he shove you or call you names when you were in his way. He would just give you a once over, paying close attention to how you squirmed under his gaze when he towered over you. Up until now, before he could say or do something to you, you muttered an apology and ran, crashing into people in your haste to get away from him.

Now here you were, cornered inside a supply closet with Eren shutting the door behind him.

Eren rose an eyebrow at your words. He appeared disinterested in what you had to say, leaning his frame against the wall.

"It never should have happened. I want you to please forget about everything. I'm so sorry things escalated the way they did, but I don't- I'm not interested in having anything with you. " You avoided looking at his face, instead focusing on his chest as you fidgeted awkwardly. You were unable to see Eren narrow his eyes at you, his jaw clenching as your words pissed him off.

"You don't say." Eren lifted away from the wall, taking slow steps towards you. "Tell me, what makes you think I give a shit?" A gasp left you when he slammed a hand on the wall closest to you. "Uptight little bitch in class, thinking she's above everyone in school. Who would've guessed there was a whore hiding beneath that prim and proper attitude you show others." He played with the ends of your skirt, teasing your naked thighs with the tips of his fingers. "As if I could forget how tight that fucking cunt squeezed my dick. Remember how you rode my cock and begged me to come inside you? I want another taste of your pussy, baby." He whispered the last bit on your ear, pressing his built body against your soft one. Your heart hammered in your chest when you felt his bulge rub against your belly.

"NO!" You shoved at him, anger evident in your voice when you reared your hand back to slap him with all your strength. "Don't touch me!"

Eren's head had whipped to the side, the force of your slap stunning him for a second before he turned to you. "So, the little mouse has claws after all?"

"Fuck you!" An angry flush adorned you, moving away from Eren to heads towards the door out of here.

"Wait." You paused for some reason, hands clutching the doorknob. "I want to show you something before you go." Eren looked at the screen of his phone, smiling darkly as he found what he was looking for. He pressed on the screen and your blood ran cold at what you heard.

"Ohhh! Don't...ah! Stop. It feels s-so... AH!" Your mouth went dry, recognizing the voice on the video. You looked over your shoulder at Eren, lips trembling when he turned his screen to face you. It was a video. In it, clear as day, you saw a woman bouncing eagerly on top of a man. Her breasts swung with every thrust, a lusty smile on her lips as the hand of her lover rose to grip a globe and pinch her nipple harshly. The woman mewled in reaction, moving her hands back to grip the top his thighs and giving the camera an explicit view of the thick organ sliding out and spreading her squelching pussy. "E-eEREnn!!"

"That's it, baby." It was Eren's voice in the video. "Love my dick, don't you? This what you wanted, huh? Get your cunt split open by my fucking cock?"

A giggle left the woman, her eyes glassy and hooded as she began to circle her hips around him. You could see the quiver of her thighs as she clenched her vaginal walls hard around Eren, causing him to let out a vulgar curse.

"You fucking little..." A growl left him, the audio distorting for a second before the video ended.

"Now, I don't know about you, but..." Eren began, putting away his phone on the pocket of his jacket. "What do you think would happen if someone were to accidently upload this video on the Internet? You do look quite sexy on this, and I'm sure I got all your good angles. With a little bit of editing, I'm sure no one will find out it's me in this too, but as for you..." he smirked at your wide eyes, "yeah, honey, everyone will know what a horny slut you are behind closed doors."

You trembled like a leaf, your mind an array of emotions as you realized he had the power to destroy your life.

"But, I'm not completely mean." Eren's eyes darkened with intent. "At least, not to people who please me greatly."

"W-What do you want me to do?" Your voice was a mere whisper, a knot in your throat forming from suppressing your cries.

Eren crossed the room to stand before you. He brought a hand around you to lock the door and another to tilt your chin up to him.

"For starters," Eren pushed on your shoulders, bringing you to your knees before him. It put you at level with the straining bulge on his pants, and you knew then, what he wanted from you. "Unzip me and show me how deep you can take it."

armin arlert ft. threesomes

—armin + you + third person (eren, jean, connie, mikasa)

content warning: just porn. angry & jealous sex, voyeurism, exhibitionism (?), slapping, praise, body worship, overstim, cum eating, sex toys, overuse of the word cock….

note: i’ve been trying to whip up armin 3sums w all these characters but never committed to them so why not just write small thirsts abt it

ARMIN + EREN

angry and intense

every time you’re over to armin’s place, your moans bouncing off the walls of his room, eren is on the other side of the thin walls, agonizing over the fact that he can’t have you. he felt horrible, getting turned on at your loud cursing about just how great armin’s cock feels, evident by the skin slapping and the screeching of the mattress springs. multiple times he’s had his cock in hand, stroking himself and choking on his moans along with you, pretending that it’s him instead of armin stretching you out.

of course, armin isn’t stupid. he’s aware that eren acts strange around you because deep down, he wants to be inside you, but never will that happen right?

well, armin had a different plan.

“jesus christ, eren.” you sounded worn. so worn that you didn’t even have the energy to scream anymore. eren has been bullying his cock into you, tip reaching your spot over and over; you were so ready to cum around his thickness, but he stops every time you were close and denies you of release. armin was watching intently from the lounge chair close to the foot of the bed, his piercing gaze towards your eyes as eren fucks you from behind, hands wrapped around your wrists, pulling them back so you’d be forced to look at your boyfriend in front of you, who’s bucking his hips onto his palms, moaning your name.

it’s a non verbal way of eren saying, “look at how good i’m fucking your girl, armin.” and it’s not like he’s completely wrong. eren is harsh and on a completely different spectrum from armin, but god his cock feels amazing.

your breasts fragmented with bite marks and bruises, cheeks stinging from the harsh slapping he inflicted on you earlier, you can feel the rage on each hit. armin let eren do whatever he wanted with you so long as you’re okay with it, so that wasn’t the problem, but you had the feeling that he resents you.

and he does. he’s happy that armin has someone he cherishes, but he envies him more than anything. he wanted to fuck you so bad that he started hating you because he knows that he can’t and can never have you.

your cunt was squelching with salacious sounds, you cry with a sense of desperation, “please, eren? please let me cum. m’tired” and he just pulls out once more and fists his cock until he feels like pounding into you again.

armin can see through the pathetic attempt of him maximizing his time with you, but that doesn’t matter. in the end, no one can ever make you feel as good as your beloved boyfriend and eren is soon to see that with his own two eyes.

ARMIN + JEAN

kinky, but intimate

armin and jean loves experimenting, especially with you. you’ve probably tried the most bizarre kinks with them, ranging from hardcore bdsm to roleplaying, but you always felt safe in their hands. you didn’t feel as if they were trying to one-up each other, they shared you and made good use of your body without making you feel objectified.

though, your favorite times with them is when they put aside all their strange antics and focused solely on making you feel good.

armin would be buried on your tits, licking, kissing, biting while jean fucks up into you in reverse cowgirl, your hips struggling to bounce on top of him. armin’s lips pressed against your own, devouring your moans as you reach your orgasm, jean popping his cock out your dripping pussy, and jerking himself off until cum splatters all over your ass. he slaps his dick just right above your ass cheeks, groaning filthy comments such as, “so fuckin’ tight, hah, babe, ‘could get addicted to this.” acting as if he isn’t already.

you weakly hop off jean, only to be pushed back on the bed by armin, his frame hovering over you. “i wanna take care of you. will you let me do that?” he gave your nose a light kiss and you only nodded as he inched his way inside you. your cunt was frothing with rings of cum from earlier as armin slapped his hips towards your own, one of your hands scratching his smooth back while your other was wrapped around jean’s swelling cock.

lips grazing around the tip, your took him in your mouth, the slightly salted taste of precum piercing your tongue. armin was mouthing off praises, he’s so pussydrunk he almost forgot jean was in the room with you two. “yes, baby. fuck, you feel so good. this pussy’s mine, right? all mine…” his eyes looking down at you to see your eyes barely opened, saliva dribbling down your chin as you suck jean off.

after all this, they’d walk you to the shower, your body limp and sore. armin would give each one of your raw hickeys a kiss as he applies soap on you, jean massaging your shoulders, easing you off after a long night.

ARMIN + CONNIE

stamina? what is that?

these two have gone through intense training in their earlier years and have been consistent with it as they’ve grown to be adults. stamina doesn’t exist in their vocabulary because it’s infinite and when it comes to sexual activities, it’s no exception . they can cum as many times as they want in one sitting without feeling an ounce of tired. so when it came to being in the bedroom with you sitting all pretty in your red-laced lingerie, you sure as hell went through a rough patch to find out that they won’t stop until you tell them to.

armin encourages, voiced rasped and cracked, “yes doll, make a mess on us.” your throat wrenched out with squeaks as you gag on his cock, your ass getting absolutely pounded by connie from behind. this must’ve been the third or fourth time you’ve came, slick splotched on the cotton sheets of your mattress and sweat trickling down from your forehead to your nose.

your tongue swirled around armin’s dick as you pulled off with a pop! sound, using your hand to finish him off. “fucking hell— hah- oh my god—! connie, right there—!” connie’s hand sneaked down your poor little clit with slow, but deliberate circles as he fucked into you deeper, his free hand spanking your shuddering ass, cunt finally gushing around him, runny liquid raining down the sheets as your body almost fell towards armin’s chest.

connie spreads your ass cheeks apart to see how his cock disappears in your dripping cunt, a small trail of your arousal visible on your thighs and leading to the mattress. “look at her, armin. ‘actually made a mess.” he chuckles before his hips stuttered, breathing becoming raggedy.

they both came at the same time, connie pulling out to cum on your lower back and armin all over your hand as you rub his tip one more time before licking your pearl stained thumb to taste his cum.

“kiss me, armin.” you whimper, armin’s lips pressing to your own while he cradled you, tasting his sweet release as he sits you up, your pussy just right atop his dick.

“‘don’t think i can take anymore.” you sniffle, teary-eyed due to the immense amount of stimulation.

armin caresses his thumb on the bags on your eyes. “awh? are you sure? was connie that good?”

“n-no… i mean-“ you couldn’t counter armin’s question. he’s always doing this, bombarding you with questions whenever you wanted to stop, but it’s because he knows you better than you know yourself.

you gazed down to see his cum coated tip flushed in the shade of pink, resting on his stomach as you clung on him, connie sitting on the edge of the bed, trying to catch his breath.

you subconsciously took armin’s cock, letting it slip in between your folds before half of it swiftly made it inside your hole, a sharp gasp escaping your plumped up lips. “so… beautiful.” armin put one of your nipples in between his lips, nibbling on it before thrusting his hips up to fuck the rest of him in you.

“atta girl… you make it so easy, hm? give us another.”

ARMIN + MIKASA

slow ‘n messy

the head of your baby blue vibrator was engulfed in mikasa’s pussy, your tongue laying flat against her clit. you were in a position where you had your ass up, chest laid against the mattress, giving armin full access on your glistened cunt.

“mikasa, are you about to cum?” you whisper, cool huffs of your breath flowing straight to her clit as she whimpers. “yes… ahh- yeahhhhh…” it was cute how she could barely even speak as she trembled under you, her hips bucking up to feel more of the wand inside her.

“ok baby, go head and cum all over my tongue.”

her raven locks stuck to her forehead, her milky breasts rising and falling shortly. as soon as you pushed the toy a little more inside her, a tight grunt was forced out of her throat, translucent, syrupy substance running down her ass while her butterflied-opened legs shook in pleasure.

you kitty licked the cum off her, armin not giving you any mercy by completely devouring you. “armin… gonna make me cum, yeah? you’re such a good boy…” you giggle, your ass throwing it back on his face before you felt a thick load plop on the sheets, dropping the toy on the mattress, still on while you almost screamed his name.

this was all so perfect and relaxing, your body being used by people you trust the most, the fresh smell of citrus and the soft beats of mikasa’s playlist playing in the background.

your chin and the skin above your upper lip was splotched with mikasa’s slick, you crawled towards her to kiss her, her eyes closing slowly as she succumbed to your touch.

a short strand of saliva snapped as you pulled away from mikasa, you turned around only for armin to lean closer to you, having you no choice but to back up, and back collapsing on mikasa’s chest as she trapped you by cupping your boobs.

“oh? what’s this?” you chuckle, armin prying your legs apart before laying his hard cock on top of your pussy.

“it’s our turn to make you feel good, so just sit tight, alright, love?” armin answers, tapping his tip against your clit, your ass jolting off the mattress for a quick second before mikasa took the toy in hand and pressed it against your clit while she whispered these dirty words over the shell of your ear:

“fuckin’ love your pussy. so pretty and so wet.”

Poppy I'm begging u on my knees pls give us more mean bully Eren, my pussy needs some slapping 😭

bully!eren would 100% slap your little cunt after you thought it was cute to flirt w one of his friends 🤕 and bc you think you're in school and you won't have to deal with him, you'd just wanted to see him be twisted up over you for once, but you're very wrong.

you're in the library trying to get a book off the shelf when you suddenly feel a presence against your back and a low threatening voice in your ear, "think you're real cute, huh, pulling that?", eren says, his weight pushing you into the shelf from behind, his hand coming up to twine the hair at the back of your neck as he bares his teeth, "I'll fuckin' show you what happens to little girls who think they have the balls to act out"

n that's how you find yourself, bent over and spread legs spread in the middle of a library, eren having shoved your school tye into your mouth as a makeshift gag, tears streaming down your cheeks as eren folds himself over your hunched over form, mouthing at your neck as his hand delivers sharp, deliberate little smacks to your puffy clit.

"feelin tough now, you little brat?" he hums, pinching your clit between his fingers. your thighs shake, your juices leaking down them as you shake your head desperately.

"yeah?" another slap to your pussy, making you jump, "not gonna bat those eyes at anyone but me, right?" another slap. your shaky nod, drool dripping down your chin as shame n heat course through you.

"If you even think about pulling shit like that in front of me again, princess," his voice is dark and low, a warning if you'd ever heard one, even as he finally, finally, takes mercy on you and slips a finger inside your weeping hole, "I'll fuck you up beyond comprehension. clear?"

another nod as a muffled sob leaves you, your cunt clenching around his finger, fluttering around him. "good girl" he sighs, and then he's pulling himself completely away, so abrupt you collapse to your knees, blinking up at him with wide, confused eyes.

he just sneers you, "i don't reward attention whores. call me tonight if you're still desperate" and then he's gone.

can we get more bully! eren content?? it’s my fav ever

here you go! hope you enjoyy <33

bully! eren who notices you on the first day of school, wearing a cute pink mini skirt and a button up blouse that shapes the curve of your breasts perfectly.

bully! eren who after the class bell has ringed and everyone has left, corners you against a bookshelf spilling insults at you while forcefully grabbing your jaw making you look directly at him.

“ god. you’re such a fucking slut y’know that? wearing those short ass mini skirts around me acting like i won’t bend you over and take you in front of the whole class—but you would like that wouldn’t you? fuckin’ whore!”

bully! eren who takes every opportunity to be partners with you on projects just so he can spend more time giving you hell. he’ll put on his best act around the teacher begging her to be partnered up with you after the class has ended.

“ pleasee, mrs.carter! i would love to be partnered up with y/n— me and her work so well together!”

“ oh, okay. eren, i didn’t know you and y/n were so close! she’s a lucky gal to have such a friend like you.”

“ thank you so much, mrs.carter! and you’re right! she is lucky to have such a friend like me!”

bully! eren who fingers you in the back of the class hitting that special spot while whispering such lewd things into your ear while everyone else is watching a movie.

“ mhm, feels good baby? it’d be such a such a shame if i left you like a bitch in heat and didn’t let you come, yeah?”

“ ere—ah! daddy please let me cum! i promise i’ll be good i promise, i promise!!”

“ whatever slut. go ahead and cum on my fingers— we’ll continue this after school at your house. gotta please daddy too y’know?”

bully! eren who won’t let anyone pick on you but him. if he sees some guy getting a little too close to you, saying some bad stuff —you better believe erens gonna step in and challenge the guy. you’re his and his only even if he treats you like his little cocksleeve ;)

bully! eren who buys you flowers and chocolates one day after school because he “felt like it” and spent the night watching movies and cuddling with you, kissing you every so often.

bully! eren who gets extremely jealous when someone else has your attention. how dare you! after everything he’s done for you and you still can’t give him the attention that he deserves?! bullshit. just wait until after school, he’s gonna show everyone including you that you’re his girl and he’s yours.

cradle robber.

summary: eren shows his sweet and innocent baby sister, what he thinks, the utmost love and care.

warnings: nsfw/18+, smut, dubcon, stepcest, manipulation, corruption, oral sex. they are both of age.

stepbrother!eren x fem!reader

a/n: not this going up at seven in the morning so I can go to sleep before y’all catch me posting this sin of a fic. but stepbro eren is pure brain rot fuel for me so I doubt I’m done with him. >.<

stepbrother!eren who loves his baby sister, and would never want anything or anyone to hurt her. so much so that he wants her all to himself. so, one can be shocked nor surprised when he starts showing her a certain kind of attention.

stepbrother!eren who when your parents aren’t at home, finds you in your bedroom, lying prettily between your silken bedsheets with your stuffed animals along side you, and kisses you so deeply it steals your breath away. tonguing you down and leaving you confused, but willing because it felt right.

stepbrother!eren who plans movie nights with you. screen illuminating the darkened living room, blankets splayed over your laps, and popcorn spilling as he slides a hand between your legs. slipping two fingers inside of your tight, wet cunt and fervently pumping in and out. whatever movie on the tv screen suddenly becoming faint background noise to your soft moans and mewls.

“I-is this okay for us to do?”

“don’t worry about it. ‘m your big brother, right?”

“yes.”

“and you know I love you, right?”

“yes! of course!”

“so let me take care of you.”

“okay,” you respond, voice sugary and dulcet. doe eyed and compliant.

“feels good doesn’t it?”

“feels so, so good,” and you throw your head back against the couch, gripping onto the blanket, because it did.

stepbrother!eren who would sneak into your room at night, while your parents lie dormant across the hall, to wake you out of your sleep with the gentle tug of your panties down your legs, startling you as you awaken.

“e-eren? what are you doing, ‘s two in the morning.”

“couldn’t sleep. kept thinking about my pretty baby sister and her pretty little pussy.”

“don’t say that! it’s — it’s naughty!”

he only chuckle’s as he buries his face between your thighs, licking and lapping at your clit. drinking you for all you’re worth, as you squeeze your legs tightly around his head.

stepbrother!eren who invites you to his bedroom late at night. you sneaking across the hall and lightly tapping thrice (exactly as he’d prompted), on the door so he could let you in. it’s he who places you on the bed and fills you to the hilt, and not only with his tongue or thick fingers this time.

“you’re gonna put that inside of me? but brother, won’t it hurt?” your eyes were filled with fear, but he wouldn’t let you be scared. there was nothing to be afraid of.

“‘s gonna stretch you a bit, but princess you’re already so wet for me, it should be no problem. don’t be scared, ‘m gonna take such good care of you. gonna make you feel good again.”

a muffled “Ah!” escapes your lips as he pushes in, sheathing himself inside you “‘s so big. I-I can’t take it ren,” you whimper.

“don’t you ‘wanna make your big brother happy?”

“y-yes, I want it so bad,” you pout.

“then be a good ‘lil sis, and take it, take me,” he says as he rams a particularly hard thrust into you, earning a tight grip on his neck and a suppressed moan in return.

he fucks you so deep, that it’s all you can do to not stir your parents in the room next door.

and from then on it’s you who takes it. all your brother has to offer. it’s you who seeks him out to fuck in the shower. back cool and pressed against the tiles, warm water from the shower—head drenching you both, while he rams himself into you over and over again; wet and pulsing around him as stream fills the entire bathroom.

it’s you who asks him to fuck you against the kitchen counter before your parents came down for breakfast, one morning. head hitting the cabinet as you feel him roughly fucking himself into you. feeling him swollen and moving inside you as he presses a hard hand beneath your stomach where he spots his cock poking your tummy, painful yet pleasuring all the same.

It’s you who simply can’t get enough of your big brother. whether your family’s present or not. it doesn’t matter though, because of course he obliges. it was his plan after all; and besides, his baby sister deserves only the best.

rosexfics © 2021. do not copy, modify, or repost my work.

EAGER BOY — ARMIN ARLERT.

TW (+16): nsfw/smut, sub!armin, edging, praising, male masturbation.

WORD COUNT: 822

TAGS: @yaggmurwrites @jeageristbaby

A/N: men (armin) begging <33333

can’t stop thinking about how armin would let you edge him as many times as you want to—he’s your little toy and he loves it when you play with his body.

he’s such an impatient boy when it comes to edging.

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thinking about mean dom armin + soft dom eren ):

mean dom!armin and soft dom!eren are polar opposites in every aspect. while eren prefers to coddle and baby his precious girl until you’re all red and giggling, armin is more fond of teasing you until you’re a quivering mess and leaving you all needy while he comments on how easy it is to rile you up. it isn’t your fault armin knows which buttons to push to make you drop to your knees and beg like a bitch in heat though, is it? ):

soft dom!eren will always be there to put you back together when mean dom!armin cleverly takes you apart. his hands have a comforting weight when they’re pulling you back to his chest as armin pounds into you from behind. he’ll smile and coo at you, carefully brush the tears from your flushed cheeks, and utter praise after praise as if you aren’t barreling toward your nth orgasm of the night.

mean dom!armin loves edging you until you’re a bleary-eyed and red-nosed mess, voice shaky as you babble out plea after plea to just cum. “please, ‘min? pretty please, i’ve been so good, haven’t i? just once, promise i won’t ask again, just once!” as much as armin loves to hear you beg so prettily for him, he’d much rather hear you sob as he denies yet another orgasm. soft dom!eren has to hold you down so you can’t squirm away, ‘cause he really doesn’t wanna have to punish you for being oh-so-disobedient even though armin is being mean and unfair.

soft dom!eren and mean dom!armin compliment each other perfectly. despite having opposite dom styles, they mesh together so well and are constantly bouncing off of one another. it makes your head dizzy with how you’re constantly being pulled in two different directions, either towards eren’s soft voice and gentle touches that have you yearning for more, or towards armin’s bruising kisses that leave you breathless and demands you can’t seem to refuse.

The devil works hard but fanfic writers work harder

Ps. Y’all are amazing and the most creative writers ❤︎. keep up the amazing work ✩

WHAT TYPE OF ‘TWITTER ACCOUNT’ WOULD THEY HAVE + HC’S

lineup…eren + jean + connie + porco + pieck + mikasa + onyankopon + armin

tags/warnings…fem!reader, she/her prns, mentions of [free use, fingering, tummy kink, choking, slapping, bondage, cnc/sleep play [char receiving], audio porn, softcore, porn, pegging, tit sucking, m!sub], sex work, lots of thirst from chars, mikasa is said to be bi, connie’s implied to be bi, no one else’s is specified

ro’s notes…i have no idea if this has been done before [it probably has] but i’m invested in the idea and will share my hc’s

eren.

— lots of texts posts, varying from “wish i had a gf who would smother my face with her pussy while she sucks on my balls :(” to “all i wanna do is cuddle and kiss her nose” fucking variety

— probably just tweets “horny :(” all the time or

— he’s a simple guy what can I say

— likes to retweet girls and promote their of’s

— says it makes him feel helpful but it’s most definitely kink related, likes that they get excited at his attention

— 100% posts pictures of his lap with his imprint in it

— *cough* man whore *cough*

— if his s/o had an account too, he’d retweet almost everything and thirst over you, your ideas, or pics

— has lots of mutuals, has a crush on all of them, and i mean all of them

— will tweet something just so his gf sees and texts him

— tweets: i want my gfs thighs crushing my head

— *pretends to act surprised when you’re texting him to invite him over*

— would totally slide into ur dms and act like he doesn’t know u just to flirt and praise u stupid mf

jean.

— the overall feeling of his account screams cocky

— he’s not even that cocky. he’s just confident and knows what he’s saying when he says, “wanna hold her in my arms and watch her try and squirm away from my fingers”

— makes those short twitter moaning audios [personally i prefer the ones of reddit but we aren’t talking abt that]

— he’ll eventually start a patreon for it

— but he’ll always feed his twitter followers cause they ask so sweetly and he can’t help it

— has a mixed variety of mutuals. doesn’t matter what their accounts are like he just likes interacting with them

— retweets a lot of tummy pics, doesn’t matter the size or shape he just fucking loves them so much

— makes tons of text posts abt cumming on girls stomachs, “want her to make me lick it up after and everything” or “wanna hold her belly while i cuddle and fuck her”

— got drunk and posted a sloppy make out with his girlfriend, but it went over well and people wanted more, so he may have thought abt doing softcore porn

— started posting more of him and his gf, just you grinding on his lap while dressed, nothing too explicit “c’mon princess, show ‘em how much of a slut you really are.”

connie.

— lord help this poor man

— tweets like 24/7

— he has such a high sex drive already but the account keeps him horny all the time

— definitely posts himself in the ‘male equivalent to lingerie’, which he was told was grey sweatpants 💀 i feel like he’d be so proud of himself for knowing people like it too

— retweets tits of all varieties and genders, captioning it something like “my mouths bored”

— bro probably tried to make an audio but laughed the entire time

— so he sticks to his thoughts, which can go from “wanna giggle her tits; they’re so pretty, move like water.”

— to “when they lets you wrap ur arms around their waist and rut into them like it’s ur first time 🤤”

— to “y’all seen the met gala looks this year? straight garbage. i coulda done better with my balls hanging out”

— will tag his s/o in a 🌽 vid retweet saying “you said eight, right?” for all of his 50K followers to see

— whatttt? he’s an exhibitionist he’s gotta get it out there somehow “c’mon angel, it’s not like they don’t know what i’m into.”

porco.

— mains text posts, retweets home made porn daily tho

— texts posts like “wish she’d get desperate enough to use me in my sleep” or “love laying my dick over her face. she gets so whiney, and can’t help but finger herself while she’s sitting on the floor”

— yeah he’d say some of the most vulgar stuff, stuff I can’t even type out without freaking out😭

— has mostly mutuals who are women

— commonly tweets, “men on horny twitter are the bane of my existence,” as if he’s not a man on horny twitter 💀

— why have i adopted this hc?? idk but idc

— likes to take pics of his head on his gf’s ass, thighs, or tits and post it but he’ll never post her face cause “men are crazy babe”

— posted a vid of him squeezing the head of his cock but got so many girls in his dms that he deleted it, thick dick problems 😓

— has blocked so many people 😭 it’s not that they’ve done anything wrong it’s just cause he “gets a weird vibe”

— started posting hand and arm pics after you said his hands were hot [he’s a business man, watch him go]

— the porn he retweets would be like hardcore with almost vanilla sprinkled in

— like choking, slapping, bondage, then a girl cumming from gently being fucked with just the tip, then back to ur regularly scheduled content

pieck.

— posts her ass so much, just so so much

— and her followers love it no matter how many times she does

— tweets lots of tummy pics too

— her and jean would be mutuals who talk like every day just for that reason. just bonding bcs they both love stomachs 💀

— she’s so sweet to everyone and everyone loves her and will attack anyone who even looks at her wrong cause how could you, she’s the best

— does voice notes but not audios?? ya know what i mean?

— like just talking rather than audio 🌽 “but this guy cut me off on the high way and i was so tempted to tailgate him”

— but she knows some use it to get off and she kinda likes it

— reminds her how desperate her followers are for her, how they’d jump at the chance to even see her in person

— flirts with her mutuals a lot and will send them discounted but not free pics if they ask [she’s just the sweetest]

— men send her money all the time and she’ll spend it on you 💀 “what I never said I was gonna use it on myself?”

mikasa.

— has a fem dom account

— includes pegging, topping vagina haviers, lots of things really

— my bisexual queen 🙇‍♀️

— a thigh women, loves them more than everything and constantly retweets thigh fucking or thigh riding, basically anything to do with them

— she’s very shy about sex in real life and definitely keeps it a secret

— but even if she told people she had the account, would they actually believe her?? absolutely not

— only has msub mutuals and nblw or wlw mutuals

— like i said she’s shy so she won’t post herself

— doesn’t really do text post either but will caption the hell out of the porn she retweets “oh my god”

— yeah she keeps it simple but sometimes she’ll spice it up, “watch how her pussy quivers when she calls her a pretty girl.”

— blushed HARD when she used lewd words, starts squirming

— eventually she told u abt the account and made u start typing out what she wanted to say cause she’d freak out when it included the word hole “it’s just so weird- wait- don’t tweet it I changed my mind!!!”

onyankopon.

— has an extremely large porn account, like one of the tops

— lots of kinks are on his account even though he’s a pretty vanilla guy himself

— he’s not that horny so he gets a couple mods to help him out when it gets to be too much

— has a backup full of tits and ass retweets tho

— although he when he’s super horny he’ll be extra wordy with captions cause it’s usually just, “body like water”

— but now it’s like, “fuck, the way she whines for him to go deeper” yeah he’s short on words most of the time 😭 but to him that’s a lot cause again, not a text account

— doesn’t mutual text post accounts, only porn accounts so his followers can look through and find more recs

— his gf definitely sends him vids and is like “can we do this?” not knowing he was behind the account 💀

— his heart fell outta his ass the first time it happened

— but he had to tell u eventually when u started sending him every. single. one. “babe you’ve gotta stop”.

— anyway his accounts the go to and everyone would lose their shit if he got banned

armin.

— mikasa follows him so yk what that means, he has a m!sub account

— yeah he’s a switch but he’s never gotten to be subby in real life so he does it on twitter

— always in fem!doms comments, just thirsting after them

— it’s what makes him such a good mutual

— has tons of kinks but he’s really shy so he’ll retweet without a caption and ghost for a few minutes

— he’s also posts for free, it’s purely a hobby so he’ll jerk off and post it for FREEE

— all that whimpering?? FREE

— at some point his followers were just like “you gotta start charging man 😭” “how do u even pay bills?”

— he likes to go on twitter at work [let’s say he’s in IT atm]

— he’ll record himself palming himself in the middle of the office under the desk for three seconds but it’s enough to fulfill his fantasy

— if he gets s/o he’ll try and keep it a secret even when your holding ur phone and pointing at a screen cap of him moaning while jerking off in YOUR CAR

— “no, he just looks like me.”

— he’s so stupid but he’d have to admit it cause it’s so obviously him

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Pairing: Dom! Armin x Sub! Reader

Word count: 6k

Content: Modern! AU, OOC! Armin, Established Relationship, Armin being mean, Prediscussed Safe Word

Content Warnings: Smut/ Nsfw 18+ (Dom/ Sub Dynamics, S&M, Dacryphilia, Breeding Kink, Choking, Size Kink, Degradation/ Praise, Begging, Slight Bondage, Marking, Impact Play, Squirting)

Summary: Armin Arlert has always been a kind person, but behind closed doors it’s an entirely different story.

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good girl (armin x reader x jean)

inspired by this post + this song ///// armin x reader x jean cw: professor-student relationship, relationship typical age gap, praise, degradation, rough sex, semi-public sex, an: a new writing style for this quick lil drabble i wrote while high! dedicated to the beautiful soul @fiaficsxo for her constant support my heart is warm T_T

professor arlert was a tough grader, you knew that.

what you didn't know was that professor arlert had been eyeing you and your pretty little self. you, sitting in the first row of the lecture hall, wearing skirts that made his long fingers itch to push up and aside. you, lips glossed and shiny and pouty, curving and contorting around the tip of your pencil. you, pure, perfect, petrified of your first college lecture with the notorious armin arlert, phd.

and what armin didn't know was that your advisor and his longtime friend, professor jean kirstein, had been holding back on his attraction, had been doing his hardest to be pious and prim.

"it's just that - i'm scared of him, you know?" you confide to professor kirstein, eyelids drooping and hidden beneath the shadow of your lashes. a breath catches in jean's throat, trapped beneath his flesh - as are his desires, pent up in his pants. you are so beautiful, he thinks, thinks many times before speaking.

"we go way back," jean says. "i'll introduce the two of you, to be on better terms." jean watches you brighten, watches you sigh in relief as you look at him with doting eyes. you're so grateful to have such a handsome and caring advisor, and your eyes overflow with that admiration. jean takes a note of it, of course, and when his hands graze across your bare knees as he fetches a post-it note to scribble down his phone number, he takes note of your clenching thighs.

hours later, as jean pours him and armin another look, the second he speaks your name, he knows: armin wants you, too.

"i shouldn't," armin says, throwing his head back, eyes closed. his adam's apple bobs in his throat as he thinks deeply of you, your soft gazes and shiny legs. your gait, the swing of your hips, the curve at your side - he thinks of you in your entirety. "but i do."

"i do, too," jean says, gulping down the rest of his burning drink. but nothing burns as much as the desire for you. "and what if she wants us back?"

armin pauses in shock. then: a smirk. and finally, a chuckle, a deep one growing from the center of his chest, deep and groaning.

"we can reward our good girl," armin says, loosening his tie.

"our good girl," jean says the next night, as you lean back on armin's bed, body melting into his silk sheets as you arch your hips into jean's thick fingers.

you moan around armin's dick, his fat cock filling your mouth as he thrusts into your wet warmth. he hisses at the vibrations created by your voice.

"fuck," armin says, voice's deepness ringing in your ears. "fuck, you've got quite a mouth on you."

"shame we don't hear it as often," jean says, slowly circling a finger over your clit as you mewl. "maybe we'll have to lower a certain someone's grade?"

"no-mmph!" you say, honestly unsure of what they're saying, mind more heavy with lust and want. your clit is pulsating. "f-fuck me instead."

armin groan-laughs as you lick around his tip, sliding your tongue all over the head. "go on, jean. give the pretty little whore what she wants. give this good girl her reward."

"yes, yes, p l e a s e," you beg, drawing out the letters, tongue twisting to trace them over armin's tip. armin cries out your name, whispers to you gently of how good you're being, how good you're taking him.

"we'll take care of you, sweets," jean says, patting your pussy. "gonna fill your cunt with cum, okay?" you're only able to let one yes slide before jean himself has slid into you, your slick creating the perfect environment for his action.

you groan, scream, moan - all around armin. armin yells for jean to go faster, acting as your own voice, surprising you with how it feels as if he's taken the words straight from your mouth.

"faster?" jean asks, his hazel eyes looking straight into yours, shining and dark, pupils dilated.

"please, professor, harder," you cry, taking a deep breath and break from sucking on armin.

jean stops his slow motions. "professor?"

you gasp at your mistake. "i'm sorry, i'm sorry - professors," you say, pluralizing. "professors, i'm-"

jean rocks into your hips, his pelvis hitting your clit and sending a thrum of pleasure through your body, a melodious sensation singing in your mind.

you're warm all over, body a hearth from the heat coursing through you, flames of feeling that you are getting overwhelmed by.

this - jean thrusts out and in quick as a bullet - was - armin's hands bury in your hair, pulling on your scalp - the - jean's fingers find your clit, pressing rhythmically - best - armin's voice surrounds your, sweet nothings of your aptitude at sucking his cock - decision - "yes, that's my girl, taking my cock so prettily, you know how tight, how fuckin' perfect you are?" - you - armin stroking your hair as jean takes over narrating praise for you - made - jean's thrusts are faster and faster, armin's cock is going deeper and deeper -

and there it is: the peak, the pinnacle, the top of whatever feeling the three of you were searching for, together. sparks travel all over your skin, and you shake and shiver under the overwhelming intensity of your orgasm, body and hips convulsing.

jean and armin both cry your name, both positioning their hips into your openings, filling you with their cum and cooing softly, as your mouth and your cunt are filled with wet spurts of semen. you swallow, some of it spilling out the side of your lips. armin, when he catches his breath, wipes it off with his thumb swishing against your bottom lip, pressing into the soft flesh of your lips.

"you did well, beautiful," armin says, before leaning to kiss you deeply, his tongue tasting himself, tasting your spit.

"mmhh," jean hums, nodding. he lays beside you, cupping your breast, thumb rubbing circles over your nipples. jean pats your pussy again, pushing a finger into your slick, generating a wet sound. "good girl's all filled up, huh?"

armin chuckles, sticks his fingers in, too. "are you still scared?"

you blink, lashes fluttering rapidly, honesty overcoming you. "no, not at all. i don't think i ever truly was - just excited."

"excited for?" armin asks, hovering over you. jean brings a hand to his slowly rising cock as he watches armin's hands wrap around your throat. they both are waiting for your next words.

"more. of you two. please, professors."

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hey ! okay but imagine eren who has a soft spot for you. like he just lets you sit on his lap as he nuzzles his face into your neck but when you're being a brat he gets so mean, like he degrades you and edges u

CW: edging, degradation, unprotected sex, cockwarming, a lil dacryphilia

Length: 1K

A/N: a teeny tiny drabble but low-key im terrible at doing degradation with an established couple im sorry LOL

“Erennnnn,” you whined his name desperately as your nails sunk into his shoulders. You tried to move your hips but his grip on your sides was fierce.

“You said you wanted to cuddle,” he spoke his words against the column of your throat, “I’m just doing what my baby wants.”

“This isn’t cuddling, Eren, pleaseee,” you shifted your hips just a bit on his lap, earning a smack to your ass as he nibbled the skin on your shoulder.

“How’s this not cuddling?” He pressed you even closer to his chest, stifling a groan. Even the smallest of movement gave him just the tiniest bit of friction. He pressed his lips softly to your temple as he turned his attention back to the TV.

“Eren—“ you gasped as he ‘adjusted’ his body under you—meaning, he shifted his legs just a bit and his cock that was buried between your folds moved with it.

“You said you wanted to cuddle. Don’t be a brat,” he said, leaning his back against the headboard of the bed. He brought you back with him onto his chest, nuzzling his head in the crook between your neck and shoulder, eyes glued to the TV behind you. Perhaps this was punishment for interrupting the new episode of his favorite show with your whines and pleas to cuddle. But was it so bad to be needy for your boyfriend?

You tried to sit still on his lap, to be a good girl for him. But you couldn’t handle this feeling — his cock was buried inside you, impossibly warm, the tip just barely brushing against your sweet spot inside you. It was so unfair, it was mean, even.

In retaliation you squeezed around his length. You felt his body stiffen as he swallowed harshly. “Don’t do that.”

“Do what, ‘Ren?”

“You’re—fuck,” you did it again, practically milking him, “that.”

In his moment of weakness he let go of your hips, allowing you to bounce just once on his cock. And that was enough for him to lose his patience. He pulled back from your neck to face you, and brought up a hand to pinch your chin between his index and thumb finger. He stared right into your eyes, gaze so fierce and stern, ready to scold you. He saw your face, so cute with that little pout and your watery eyes, begging for him. His gaze instantly softened, and a smirked danced across his lips. He leaned back, arms behind his head.

“You know what? Fine.” You stared blankly at him as he stared back with a fiendish grin. He rutted his hips up once, just to tease you, before staying still once more. You moaned deliciously loud, hands curling into fists at your sides. To say you were desperate and frustrated was an understatement.

“‘Ren,” your plea came out as a sob.

“What? You want my cock? Bounce on it, then. Take it.” His voice was aloof, disguising his aching need with a quip of his venomous tongue and sharp words. He just wanted to cuddle and watch his show but you, you were the one to come in wearing only his shirt. You were the one who pulled his cock out and immediately sank down onto it. It was all you.

Finally given the permission to move, you sighed in contentment as you held onto his chest and lifted your hips, only to slam back down on him. You worked at your own rhythm, wanton moans and cries of his name spilling out of your lips. But Eren? Eren was stiff as a statue, rivaling any A-list actor with the way he was hiding his pleasure. He only stared back at you with half-lidded eyes, arms crossed behind his head.

“I know you can go faster than that,” he said, eyes challenging you. “Don’t you wanna make me come?”

“Yes, Eren, I-“

A hand of his came down to smack your ass harshly, “Faster then, baby, come on. Gonna make me do all the work?”

He stuck two fingers into your mouth past your lips, gripping your lower jaw between them and his thumb. Drool seeped out past your open lips down your chin.

Eren had two moods: incredibly sweet, heart melting and soft… or this. Times where he could be mean, make fun of you, treat you roughly. It was only ever in the moment, when you’d be so bratty it was only fair for him to tame you.

You held onto the headboard above him, using it as leverage to ride him faster and faster. He could hear every little whimper, every time you panted for air, every time your skin slapped against his. His eyes are focused on your tits, the way they bounced in his face with every movement of your body. His name sounded oh so desperate coming off your lips and it made him lose his control, hands coming to your hips

“Look at you, poor girl’s so needy for my cock, hm?” He asked, though he knew there was no chance you’d reply. You were squeezing him now, so tight you had to be close to your orgasm. But Eren wasn’t feeling nice enough to let that happen.

“Gonna cum all over my cock, baby?”

“Ren I wanna come,” you begged, thighs beginning to feel sore from the exertion and your core feeling impossibly tight with your impending release.

But Eren was so fucking mean.

He lifted you off of him, and a desperate cry left your throat. He pressed you into the bed, and quickly came to hover over you.

“Who said you could cum without me?” He asked, hand coming down to palm over your wet cunt, “You said you wanted to make me cum didn’t you? You’re the one who came to me begging for my cock, it’s the least you could do, right baby?”

His tone was condescending as he rubbed the head of his cock between your folds, teasing your sensitive clit. Truth be told he would always rather you cum first, but when he got into one of these moods, he’d do anything to see you cry and beg for him. Even if it means edging you and teasing you all night long. Even now, with tears prickling your eyelashes as you mourned your lost orgasm, edged beyond belief, you looked so fucking pretty beneath him.

“Open those legs up for me,” he said, a hand harshly gripping your inner thigh and pushing it away from your center. “I’ll show you how to make someone cum, since obviously you need a lesson.”

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— double feature.

pairing: eren jaeger/armin arlert/fem!reader.

warnings: 18+ ONLY. minors/ageless blogs dni. unprotected sex, reader is blindfolded for like 98% of this fic, vaginal + anal sex, creampies, oral (both m. and f. receiving), rimming, fingering, face-fucking/oral sex, slight degradation (but not verbal, if that makes sense), impact play, clit/cooch slapping, spitting, overstimulation;

wc: 3.1k

note: a repost from my old account <3. originally titled guessing game. happy new year’s eve! and yes it’s extra spaced; i was too lazy to fix it after google docs copied it like that. </3

Eren and Armin always loved to play tricks on you.

Usually, Eren, as Armin wasn’t as devious and mischievous as the brunette was, but he played his role in pranking you; having his fair share in making you jump and squirm just like Eren did. Their styles were different, yet after years of practice and patience spent getting familiarized with the other’s style, they weaved together so perfectly, with Eren being the type to pull more childish and mirthful pranks–like putting a Whoopee cushion in your seat.

Despite how he looked, Armin Arlert was no angel and no saint. Those blue eyes could deceive you; he very well could be plotting something right underneath your nose. Which, ironically enough, is exactly what happened to you. And you thought you knew them.

Oh, boy were you wrong.

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bully! eren x fem! reader

content + warning: noncon, dubcon, creampie, photo taking, reader wears glasses, semi-public sex, lots of cursing, fingering, degrading, spitting, overstimulation, thats it <3

note. sorry for the sudden disappearance y’all ;( i was busy with exams i promise i’ll try and post more often <3

you were just walking down the hallway, not talking or staring at anyone, so why?

eren suddenly came up from behind you and pushed you– he pushed you so hard you and your glasses fell on the floor, you couldn’t see eren, only a blurry figure as he just kept laughing at you, you tried to ignore him and look for your glasses, but eren kept pushing his kegs onto your skirt– trying to expose get it off and expose your ass.

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dear, you – armin x reader 18+ [ part I ]

➝ based off of ‘@/e_m.w’s’ art on tiktok (and ig) of armin that was based off of the song ‘meant to be yours’ by jamie muscato & the west end cast for heathers the musical!

synopsis: “you were mine the moment that i saw you. don’t be scared. ya’ see, we were meant to be! this is our destiny. you belong here - with me. no no, don't be scared. i promise i'll be good, i will! c'mon, no one will ever love you like i can. i'm all you've got.”

in which, armin wants you all to himself and will do anything to make that happen. even if he has to get a little blood on his hands, all of the obstacles will be removed. you’ll belong to him. you’ll love him, just like before. yes, you’ll see.

warnings/tags: modernau!, dark content, explicit smut, angst, toxic behavior, domestic violence, emotional abuse, possessive!armin, manipulative!armin, blood mentioned quite a bit, very unhealthy relationship, little stalking/little lurking, hate sex, armin fucks you on the hood of his car, dom!armin, praising & degrading armin uses a knife and a gun here: beware, he’s got a little crying kink too, armin's got a slight breeding too, lots of swearing and a slight sprinkle of dubcon (lots of others that are definitely too long to mention here)

word count: 12.2k

a/n: as soon as i caught wind of their art with this song, i actually lost it. i immediately thought to write a little something over our favorite manipulator but i genuinely wasn’t sure if i was going to be able to do him justice (especially with all of the feedback wanting to read this). even so, i got to work and i truly hope this is something you will all like! it will have a few parts as it would be a lot to read if it was all jammed into one...so enjoy and expect the next chapter to come out soon!

➝ has been cross-posted on ao3 (coming soon)!

part one. part two. (coming soon)

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“So, how are you and Armin doing?” Mikasa asked, eyes moving from you to your boyfriend that was seated across from you, making sure not to miss a single expression that was going to cross his face. “Heard about the problems.” She winced, “Just want to make sure it’s all good now."

The energy in the space shifted to an uncomfortable degree, issuing an immediate silence between you and Armin. Your blood pulsed faster, sweat beginning to form at the palm of your hands. You removed them from in between your thighs and wiped them along the black dress that you were wearing. The fabric managed to feel even tighter and restricting than it had when you'd first put it on earlier. The air even stiffened under the sudden cloud of tension above the table, almost giving you the sense of being unable to breathe.

What did he say? What did he tell me to say to a question like this? Fuck, I can't remember, you thought to yourself, eyes darting between Mikasa, your best friend, to the rest of the group. It was a struggle to not look at Armin, but you fought the urge because he was surely pissed after knowing that you had went and ran your mouth to the one person he'd told you not to go to. He's going to kill me. I need to say that everything's fine. Yes. Everything's okay and I was exaggerating.

You couldn't help but recall what had happened back at the apartment, just before you two had left to meet your friends at the restaurant.

“I don’t want to go,” you told him, hip cocked to the side and eyebrows creased inward.

Armin gave you a raised eyebrow, wondering what had suddenly gotten into you. “And why not?”

You rolled your eyes, making your first mistake, “because.”

He sent you a blank look as he crossed the short distance towards you, “Doesn’t sound like a very good reason. You’re going. It’s not open for discussion.”

Your frown deepened, trying to not pout. You wanted to stand your ground because it’s wasn’t fair that he was trying to drag you somewhere you didn't feel like even going. It was a night out at a nice restaurant with your friends but you feel like going. You'd suggested to reschedule but Armin wasn't having it.

Though, he couldn't force you to go. You had free will.

Who did he think he was?

With that shot of confidence within you, a smirk spread across your lips. “Yeah, well. Not going. Now the discussion is closed. Like you said, not open right?”

Armin could feel a vein throb at his temple. He’s had to deal with your resistance for the past 15 minutes, and was slowly losing his patience with you. He was trying to be understanding and very patient with you, but he was losing his resolve.

You could see it across his face, and felt a swell of satisfaction fill up in your chest.

He never made you do anything.

Always had let it be up to you.

It didn't look like it was going to be one of those times.

"Listen, you’re really pissing me off. It would be nice if you went along with this but seeing that you’d prefer to fight back,” Armin backed you against the wall, your arms stiff by your side as you watched him take your jaw in one of his soft, warm hands. The very same hands he’d had all over you in the shower earlier. “Might need to fuck a little respect back into you. Would you say that you need more training?”

Years of taking care of himself and living stress free did wonders for his skin. no scarring, no blemishes and not a wrinkle in sight. He looked like a porcelain doll. His short, blond hair was way more gorgeous and softer with a better look; your fingers itching to touch the pretty locks but it was the way he eyed you down that held you still.

"I asked you a question, sweetheart. Gonna answer it?”

You swallowed, and tilted your chin up at him in clear defiance and said, “Do what you want. I’m not going. I’ve made that pretty clear.”

His other hand drifted down your side, and made it to the edge of your dress, smirking. “Have you now?” his fingers teased as they lifted up the thin fabric, dark eyes watching the way your chest moved a bit faster with each breath you took in. “I highly doubt you can’t be swayed.” He moved to the flimsy article you called ‘underwear’ and pushed it to the side, slipping a single digit between your wet folds to circle at your clit.

“Ah! Armin,” you breathed out, holding onto his arm to keep yourself upright. “What are yo-“

"Teaching you a lesson. Now shut up and let me touch you. Might get you out of going.” He kissed along your pretty neck, nipping at your skin here and there. “Sound good?”

“Mhm,” you hummed, glad that you fought back.

Worked like a charm, you thought to yourself, getting picked up and taken to the bedroom.

You stood in the bathroom, leaned up against the sink when you heard your phone ping from the bedroom. Setting the mascara down, you peeked your head out into the hallway and listened in trying to locate where Armin was in the apartment. The sound of a cup clinking to the counter in the kitchen gave you the confirmation that you were looking for so you decided that you were going to check your phone right after you were done.

There was a chat with Eren open in your cell and if Armin saw that – there was no denying that he was going to take it wrong, as per usual.

It never took much to stir up his jealousy issues when it came to you.

"Almost done," you mumbled to yourself, finishing up.

"Why are you texting Eren?"

"Ah!" You dropped your mascara into the sink, getting the tip completely wet from previously using the faucet to brush your teeth. "Shit, Armin," you glanced at him with an irritated look before picking the small brush up and shoving it back into its' cylinder container. "Scared the hell out of me. What do you wan-"

"Why. Are. You. Texting him," he asked you again, jaw clenching and ticking with every passing second that he went without a logical answer to the 'issue'. "The hell are you two even talking about when we're gonna see him in 15 minutes?" Cerulean eyes searched your face just in case you tried lying to him because you were never really a very good liar.

You sighed, and pushed your hip into the sink to lean against it, "He was asking me for advice." You shrugged, looking away. "He told me not to tell anyone so I'm keeping my word but it was a friendly conversation. Maybe you can ask him about it when we see him soon, but I can't say.” With that, you faced the mirror again and checked your makeup.

Armin observed the way that you were dressed and frowned at how short your dress was. Why was it so short? Why didn't you wear it before tonight? And he didn't buy you that so did you go shopping without him knowing or something? Was it a gift? Was it from Sasha? Mikasa? Or maybe even Jean?

No.

His eyes narrowed.

Short dresses were a sign for something else. The message would’ve been completely different if it were from any of your platonic friends but when it came to Eren...

He didn’t trust him as far as he could’ve thrown him.

You were putting on lipstick as you spoke up, "Hey, so are you ready to go-"

"Take off the dress. Now."

Your head turned to look at him with a scowl, "Excuse me? No. Why? We would be late if I changed now."

"Don't care. Take it off and find something else because you're not wearing this around him," Armin retorted, getting angrier the more he stared at the fabric wrapped around your body. "Sure he's the one that gave this to you so I want you to take it off and I'll trash it later. Then I can start to forgive you for provoking me in the first place."

"Are you insane?" You put a pause on finishing your makeup and faced him again. "I'm not changing, Armin. We're leaving soon so just wait for me in the living room, okay?"

He was about to open his mouth to speak again when he got the door slammed in his face. There was a brief pause as took the silence to count to twenty so he didn't blow up and ruin the night for you two. It was obvious that you were trying to get under his skin but he wasn't going to let you. He had to stay calm and composed because otherwise...

Armin placed a hand against the wood of the door, clenching and releasing a fist a few times. "Open the door."

It wasn’t locked so he could’ve easily walked right back in but he was trying to give you a chance to clean up your own mess. He also didn’t want to walk into the restaurant with any bad tension between you two so he didn’t make a move to open it.

"No," he heard you say from the other side and he could feel his patience with you thinning the more he stood there.

He hated doors in general. Wanted to always know what you were doing and who you were talking to. If he wasn't about him or to him, it was a problem. If it was with Eren... You were seeing a side to Armin you didn't like to see.

So why did you always make him have to get so mean?

He hated yelling at you or getting too upset with you. Making you cry. He hated it all, but you did it. You brought that side out of him and never took his feelings into account.

Did you even care about him like he cared about you?

Loved him as much as he loved you?

He took a deep breath. Not only did he hate doors but especially ones that got slammed in his face.

That really pissed him off.

"You have 3 seconds to open this door or I'm tearing it down. Do you understand?"

He didn’t receive any sort of answer back and he sighed.

You were so difficult sometimes.

“Three.”

Silence.

He frowned.

“Two.”

He heard shuffling from behind the door and took a step back, thinking it was the sound of you getting ready to open the door. He smirked to himself. The counting thing worked sometimes, it seemed.

Except it didn’t this time.

Click.

The door locked instead and there wasn’t a proper word to describe what he was feeling. If you wanted to go to the restaurant in a sour mood, then fine by him.

He’d tried to warn you.

“Fuck it.”

He hoped you were far enough from the door because as soon as he raised a leg and kicked at the doorknob, the wood didn’t waste any time splitting at impact. He heard you shriek from the inside and couldn’t wipe the grin off of his face as he gave it a final push with his shoulder, busting the door completely off of its’ hinges.

You were pushed up against the sink, mouth open in shock but didn’t have time to do much else when you felt him grab at your elbow and shove you against the opposite wall, cheek hitting the cool surface of it.

“You know,” he muttered low into your ear, the front of his body pressed against your backside, holding both of your wrists at the lower end of your back with one hand while the other gripped a fistful of your hair. “You call me the worst sometimes but it’s all because of you. Maybe if you stopped always trying to piss me off, I wouldn’t have to be so scary. Am I scary enough for you now? Huh?”

You whimpered against the wall, feeling tears prickle at the corners hearing his voice get louder.

“Say something or I swear to god-“

“Sorry.”

He rose a brow and leaned in closer, “Kinda low. What was that?”

You sniffled, feeling pressure in your shoulder from the position he had you in, “I said…I’m sorry. Happy?”

He was quiet for a moment and you wondered if that was enough to appease him. He was dramatic. Lived for the flare of things. He took great pride in the way he made you beg for his forgiveness during intense arguments. He always got his way but you never let him get it easily. You fought him every single time, and it wasn’t like he didn’t like that.

You were difficult to get under control and he liked the unpredictability of you.

Made it more fun and enjoyable when he got to see you crack.

Armin skimmed his nose along your neck, sending tingles down your spine. It was not the time but the throbbing in between your legs was telling you something differently. Was this his final hand? Making you squirm and beg to be fucked? Was it much different from grovelling at his feet for forgiveness?

“Happy? No. Not yet. I wanna see your mouth full of my cock and maybe then I’ll be satisfied.”

You blinked back into reality, remembering where you were.

Oh. That's right.

You were in in a hole for the mistake of blabbering to Mikasa about what had happened the other night.

The thought of lying to Mikasa made you feel sick to your stomach. The last thing you wanted to do was have her worry about you but you worried about your own wellbeing. It was a moment of weakness, that other night at the bar. Your mouth ran like water coming out a faucet and you couldn't stop it. Was it so bad for her to know? It wasn't, but with Armin now in the know that you were beginning to tell her what was happening back at the apartment - he was definitely going to punish you for it later. You needed to clean this up and fast.

You released a surprisingly steady breath before focusing your gaze on her. Even pulled up a convincing smile to shut her worries down.

"Sorry for worrying you like that," you giggled. "I was so drunk that night. I was talking about this story I've been working on and must've said Armin instead of the male character I'm writing about. We're fine!" Your eyes finally cut towards him, breathing picking up, worried that what you told Mikasa wasn't convincing enough and needed his approval through his eyes. "Aren't we, baby?"

It didn't come across as though he was upset but you knew him better than the others. Intimately, even. His calm demeanor in stressful situations could never fool you. There was more behind those innocent and deceiving eyes of his. Pools of blue that swirled with persuasion and free of guilt that masked how utterly infuriated and deranged he actually was on the inside.

He wasn't the same person that you started dating three years ago.

Not even close.

It was raining that day.

Sheets of water came pouring down out of the sky, people jogging to shops or to their vehicles to seek shelter. The rain had come out of nowhere and no one was prepared in the slightest.

You definitely weren’t one of the lucky ones.

With just a silk blouse with slacks and heels on, the water didn't waste any time quickly soaking into your clothes. You quickly ran into the nearest shop you could get into and was immediately hit with the smell of freshly baked bread and oven ready cookies in the air.

The bakery shop wasn't all that big but it was spacious enough to fit a couple of people in it to shelter from the onslaught of rain that flooded the streets outside.

You quickly sought out refuge by the far part of the room, watching as the people that had the same idea to use the bakery as coverage from the shower outside decide to line up and buy something as the sweet enticing aroma of baked goods seduced their hungry bellies. You clutched your bag, eyes catching what was in the display glasses, pulling the strap back onto your shoulder. Since you were stuck in the shop for who knew how long, maybe it wouldn’t hurt to get a danish or two with some coffee.

When you walked up and joined the line, your eyes quickly moved to the menu that was shown from a massive screen just above the register so it wasn’t difficult to see from where you were. The bakery had much to offer. There was nothing that sounded unappealing to you so it made your final decision a lot harder than you were expecting.

“Sweetie, just one okay?” The mother in front of you told her son, eyebrows furrowed in mild stress at the small show he was putting on about what he really wanted. “I promise if you like it, I will buy another one for you. Just try one and we’ll see, okay?”

The son’s face was blotched in red and messy tears, cheeks extra dark from him rubbing them with force to rid his face of the waterworks. “No, I’ll like it, I promise! Please, Mom!”

She sighed, rubbing at her forehead, feeling the energy to combat him on the decision drain from her body; the argument not worth it anymore. Not since she didn’t want to continue to disturb everyone anymore than she had.

She nodded, “Sure, sure.”

His face quickly cleared up and a bright smile took over, a hand instantly coming up to take hers again. “Thanks, Mom!”

“Mhm.”

The line moved quite fast. There was only one man in front of the son and mother in front of you so you had to come to some sort of decision before it was time for you to order.

Everything looked delicious but you had to stick with the danishes. You were sure it wasn’t going to be like the ones from starbucks, but you were up for trying them anyway. Maybe to even give them bigger props than expected.

Within the blink of an eye, it was your turn.

“Hi, what can I get you?”

“Hi, uh yeah, could you just get me two cheese danishes and a small cup of your iced caramel macchia-“ You’d been looking down at your purse, in search of your wallet. When you found it and looked back up, you’d caught an eyeful of one of the most beautiful men you’d ever seen.

Hair so beautifully blond and golden underneath the recessed lighting, obviously shaved at the sides and possibly the back in an undercut. His brows were dark and thin but naturally arched, moving into deep oceans of blue that were his eyes, mesmerizing at first sight. Haunting and bright at the same time. His nose slimmed down to a point, almost button-like but it was sharp enough to give his face that right amount of edge. Jawline as razor-sharp as diamonds and lips as plush and soft as pillows. Tinted with a mix of red and pink, but only slightly. Just enough for you to struggle pulling your eyes away from them and back to his captivating blues, remembering why you were even standing there.

You blinked, “Sorry, um,” He smiled a bit, having noticed the way you were looking at him, but ignored it for now. “So yeah, just the danishes and the iced caramel macchiato with it half and half, 2 shots of espresso, hazel nut syrup and extra caramel drizzle.”

“Mmm,” the guy input the order into the machine in front of him, your eyes stuck on how pretty his hands were. Slender and unblemished, fingers much longer than your own. Come to think of it, he wasn’t a short guy. Had on a white buttoned up shirt, black slacks and a black apron tied and fitted around his lean form. He was definitely one of the cutest guys you’d come in contact with in a long while. “That sounds really good,” he commented, lashes down as he finished up the order. “Might make me one later.”

His voice… Smooth like honey and warm as a summer’s day. Fresh and inviting. You couldn’t look away.

He looked back up and you almost felt a little bad about not giving him an immediate response if it weren’t for his kind smile that seemed to have told you that it was okay.

“All set! It’ll be $10.25.” You handed him one of your bank cards and he swiped it, handing it back to you. The machine spat out your receipt that thankfully had an order number on it. “It’ll be ready within 5, if that’s okay?”

Instead of instantly making eye contact, you noticed the name tag on his apron and smiled a little, looking back. “That's fine. Thank you.”

You took a step to the side and the next person walked up to the counter. It was on instinct that as you walked further away, you took a glance at him from over your shoulder and noticed that he’d already been looking at you. Pretty blue pools flickered back to the customer, unstirred by the amount of eye contact you two had shared.

How long had it been since you’d dated someone? A year? Maybe two? You’d been single for a while but it was your choice. After a particularly bad break up, you didn’t want to jump into another straightaway. No plans of going down a similar route that had equal chance of ending the same way the last one did.

Even so…

It seemed the cute baker with the pretty blond hair was the exception.

The first date was nice. The second date felt familiar and by the third and fourth date, things just fell into place.

The last date was at the bakery shop, where you two first met.

You were sat atop the counter, Armin in between your legs, hunched over with his arms circled around your waist to hold you steady. After making a big fuss on how sanitary it was for you to sit on the counter, he was quick to settle your disgruntlement down by cooing out little “it’s okays’” making sure you knew that it wasn’t a big deal. He’d only closed about an hour ago and it needed to be wiped down anyway. Even so, you weren't the kind of person to ever make it easy for him.

"So I've been thinking," you started talking, playing with his hair by running your hands through it.

"Uh oh, that's never a good sign," he teased, closing his eyes and focusing on your touch.

You frowned before laughing, "Hear me out. I really like you Armin and I think...I think I want..." Why was it so hard to tell him how you felt? Was it the sweat that began prickling through your skin or was it the rapid beat of your heart, worried that it was so loud he'd hear it? Usually, it was hard conveying your feelings with words if he stared at you but his eyes were closed this time so maybe it would be easier. "I think I want more...More of..."

Armin took one of your wrists and opened his eyes as he brought it up to his lips, kissing your warm skin gently. "Mmm, is that right? More of what?"

You were almost hypnotized by watching him trace his lips over and across your wrist and hand, moving slowly towards your fingers. Dark eyes trained on you, waiting to hear more.

"I don't..." Trying to think about your next set of words and not about how good his touch felt. It was like fighting a losing battle.

"Use your words and tell me. I want to hear it."

Your chest rose and fell expeditiously, trying to hold onto your resolve as it began slipping right through your fingers. How did he expect you to answer if what you wanted to tell him was getting further and further away from you with every touch he made?

"Armin-" you muttered weakly.

He instantly let go of your wrist and straightened his back. You felt him place his hands on your hips and used the pockets of your jeans to tug you towards him, legs spread even wider around him. You gasped realizing just how close his face was to yours, lips just inches of away from devouring your sanity. Eyelids lowered and sea blues focused on the way your tongue pushed through your plush lips, licking away the sudden dryness along your bottom lip. The grip at your hips tightened.

"Fuck," he growled out, "I wanna fuck you right on this counter." He let out a breathless laugh, cheeks a shade of red from the heat of tension fired between you and him. "I know that's skipping several steps to this but I can't help it. You're doing something to me that I've never felt before. I want you so fucking bad. So bad and it's all because of who you are. The way you speak like you're not sure if you wanna jump off of the cliff or not. That you're being begged by the sea below to dive but you're too stubborn. Can't make a final decision to save your life."

Armin was unlike any other guy you’d ever met. None of them had been a sweet little baker, so caring and worried over if you ate breakfast, lunch and dinner. Always reminding you to drink water throughout the day, get a good amount of rest at night rather than stay up and write as you usually would. He even took you out to spots that would help with your inspiration. Gave you gifts for the holidays and your birthday that were store bought but also made by him. He showed you he cared in various ways — it wasn’t hard to fall in love with him. Nothing felt better than when he was near you and it made you believe that this was it. He was what you’d been searching for.

All of those nights spent crying over different men that told you they loved you — all of it was to get you through to Armin. The wait was well worth it. It was just on you whether you wanted to take the next step with him. He wasn’t your boyfriend…but maybe he needed to be.

Trust was something hard to come by. You don’t meet someone and fully trust them after a couple of months. Not even a year. A broken heart knows when it’s in danger and it protects itself. Knows when to shut someone out and board the walls up with bricks and stone, toughening the inside from the outside hurt.

That was what you had to do back then. You had to protect yourself. You refused to go through that kind of pain again.

However…did Armin seem like one of those mistakes? He treated you so nicely, loved you so warmly — did he not deserve the same chance as the rest?

“Please,” he whispered, lips now against your neck, arms wrapped tightly around you. “Tell me what you’re thinking. I need to know what you're thinking right now.”

“I-” your hands slid up to his shoulders, holding him there. “I want you. I want to be yours and I want you to be mine.” He didn’t move from where he was. It was like he knew there was more you wanted to say. “I’m so tired of fighting my real feelings for you. We flirt, we go on dates, we take care of each other. We do all of the things couples do but I’ve been too afraid to label it. Some say it’s okay to love someone labeless but for me,” your nails dug into the fabric of his shirt, sniffling. “I need that. I want that. I want-”

“Be my girlfriend.”

Armin quickly pulled back and took your face in his hands, eyes blown wide and completely vulnerable. It was like looking right into his heart. His very soul, rather. He’d fallen for you and hard. That much was obvious. Armin…did he love you too? “Say you’ll be mine. God, please say it. Right now. I need to hear you say it, baby. Two words. Give me just two words, won’t you?” His voice was rushed and anxious. Tone dipped in places that convinced you that he wanted this just as much as you did. Maybe more.

You blinked and searched those pretty blues for any last slip ups before granting him exactly what he wanted to hear. What you wanted him to hear.

“I’m yours."

Armin was a dream when you met him but overtime...you began to see sides of him that you never thought could exist.

It was why you felt compelled to clean up the mess that you'd made from that night at the bar with Mikasa.

He pulled up a similar smile to yours before nodding, eyes on her. "More than fine. Almost wanted to rip that dress right off of her before coming here but you know," he glanced at you, a glint of something unknown flashing in his eyes before he was back to giving Mikasa his undivided attention. "I so do hate being late to these kinds of things. Now," he picked up his menu again, trying to find something the least bit of appetizing and to steer the conversation elsewhere. "-let's order, shall we?"

The tension that loomed over your heads floated away as a new conversation about Eren and Mikasa's engagement took over; one that had happened a few days ago. You were happy for them but you'd been too busy letting Armin make out with your needy cunt in the dressing room of some poor boutique that day to give your best friend the proper celebratory congrats.

"What a pretty little pussy you've got here, baby," Armin mumbled against your folds, tongue rolling over the sensitive bud that he knew could get you to make some of the most sinful sounds he'd ever heard. "I could stay in between your legs for hours."

You were leaned up against the wall of the dressing room, one leg on his shoulder while the other quivered with each kiss, suckle and lick he made against your clit. "Fuck, Armin," you breathed shakily, fighting to stay upright. "What if we get caught? Someone's going to catch us. I just know i- Ah!"

You looked down was met with an amused grin, mischievous blue eyes swirling with gall, "Stop whining or someone will come in here. Do you wanna be heard? Bet you do," he had your clit between his teeth, but it didn't hurt. Truthfully, the opposite. Sliding the sensitive ball of nerves back and forth, tongue lapping across it. "Such a slut, you are. Go on. Let'em hear so they can see what a mess you are right now. Mmm," he leaned back a bit and stared at your cunt like a plate of his favorite food was staring right back at him. Hungry for more. "My little mess."

Your face flushed with heat as you tried to look away from him but he was so enthralling. It was the way he was looking at you. Such a private part of you, it should've been embarrassing and maybe you did feel a bit exposed but you liked that. Liked how he treated your pussy like he was as in love with it as he was with you. Sometimes soft touches, easing your folds open like a pretty flower and gently running his tongue over that little bundle of nerves before fitting a few fingers into your miserable cunt, falling to pieces hearing you wail in ecstasy.

Armin was so attentive to you, it was almost unfair. How did you manage to get a man as perfect as him?

But that was a memory that you didn't really want to dig up again.

Though, moments like that were one of the only times that you felt like he was the same Armin from when you two first started dating. Sometimes it was nice to look back on those times, but not right now.

Not when you were being silently judged by the very same guy you were in a relationship with.

Armin sat across from you and was still looking over his menu but you could feel his eyes on you whenever you looked down at yours to find something you wanted. It was like he was planning something when he looked at you and you didn't want to know. Not before it happened. That always made it worse.

As confusing as it may seem, he wasn't holding you hostage. He'd told you that if you wanted out of the relationship, you were free to go. He wasn't keeping you there and through all of the hurt and pain he caused you – the Armin you once knew was still in there somewhere. You knew it because you'd seen him.

Moments where the group and you two had beach days together, watching him laugh and chase his friends around in the sand under the hot sun. Times where he picked you up and plopped you into the water before tenderly wiping the water out of your eyes and helping with the water in your ears. Laying with you on the towel, pointing out clouds that looked like animals or different shapes. Talking about nothing.

The Armin that you used to know only came out when he was either around his friends with you or those random moments that he let his guard back down.

You just needed to figure out when he had even pulled his guard up around you. Left you wondering what you'd done or what had happened within the time frame of the beginning of the relationship to now. You were so confused and didn't know where to begin to get him back for good.

The Armin that you had fallen in love with.

The waiter hadn't come back around after setting the drinks down so you still had time to look over the menu and figure out what you wanted to eat. Mikasa was chatting with Sasha and Jean while Eren was explaining something to Connie that peaked your interest.

"Eren, are you talking about that new ski resort that's almost finished near the northern mountains?" You asked him and his eyes lit up.

"Yeah!" His body turned towards you, ignoring the hard side eye Armin had given him from starting up a conversation with you in front of him. "It's supposed to be kinda sick actually. Bigger than the last one that was here. Why?" He smirked, giving you a teasing look. "Thinkin' about goin'? Hmm," he put a hand to his chin, thinking as he looked over the top half of your body since you were sitting down. "I didn't take you as the type to ski."

"I do! I used to ski a lot before I came up this way," you put down your menu and didn't realize that Armin was staring at you openly this time. "It was something me and my dad did as a little outing for the both of us." You smiled, "I loved it and would literally wipe the mountain with you."

Eren barked out a laugh, "Oh yeah? Game on. I don't usually take on challenges from beginners like you, but maybe you'll surprise me with what your daddy taught you, huh?"

You giggled before tossing a balled up napkin his way that he failed to dodge in time. "You're so annoying. Watch, I'll surprise you."

Mikasa wasn't ever bothered whenever a woman would hit on Eren. She was confident in their relationship but Armin's jealousy and possessiveness didn't stem from any deep rooted insecurities he had. You weren't sure where it came from but you knew that he loathed whenever someone would invite you into a one on one conversation without him in it. Especially when it was with Eren.

It seemed extreme and maybe it was, but it never got to you. Not until he brought it up with a fist full of your hair in one of his hands, driving his cock along the walls of your sopping wet cunt, calling you a whore for liking the attention of someone else that wasn't him.

Sometimes...it got bad but at times, he seemed a bit more composed than usual.

This didn't look to be one of those times.

"Hey Eren," Armin spoke up, earning a small sigh from you as you sunk back into your seat, wanting to just fall through the booth all together. Possibly off of the face of the earth. You had a strange feeling that Armin was about to make a scene about you talking with Eren right in front of him and wished you didnt have to be there to witness an unnecessary fight about it.

The brunette set aside his menu and looked at his friend with a raised brow.

"How's Christie doing?"

Eren face dropped by an inch but you caught onto it. It was even seen through his body language. He sat up straighter and had glanced at Mikasa to find that she had stopped her conversation with Sasha and Jean, eyes narrowed at him. You looked back at Armin and watched him smirk, barely noticeable if no one paid him any mind but you did. You saw it and knew what his game was.

"Christie?" Mikasa asked, leaning towards the two of them, pressed against the edge of the table. "What? That bitch from high school that literally dated you for three days just to show that she got to you before me?" It was clear Mikasa was growing angrier by the second so you and Sasha tried to tell her to not get upset but she was past that the moment she had heard the name. "You met with her didn't you?" Eren looked away from her, like he had something to hide.

Did he?

"The fuck?" She blinked, mouth still opened. "Eren-"

"Yeah, I did," he interrupted, looking down at his hands that were in his lap. "I didn't meet with her. She uh... She came in the bakery on my shift for a dozen donuts and some coffee to take back with her and we...started to catch up a little." He looked up at his girlfriend and sighed. "S'not like I asked her out on a date or anything. What's the problem?"

She let out a weightless laugh, taken aback by how aloof he was acting. "Are you kidding me? What's the problem? God, you know just how to get under my fucking skin every fucking time. You know that I have never liked her! She followed your ass to the same university that she'd heard about us wanting to go to and tried to steal you away from me several times throughout those four years or did you forget about that?"

He shrugged, "You shouldn't really hang onto something like that. That was so long ago. I've forgiven her."

"Yeah? Well I haven't!"

Mikasa shook her head in disbelief as Eren sat there, staring at her back like he had nothing else to add. Almost like he didn't really care that she was upset. It should've pissed her off but she was more hurt than anything else and couldn't bear the sight of him any longer.

She gave it another moment before she nodded her head, sniffling, "Yeah, alright. Cool," and looked at Sasha and Jean, "let me out," and hopped out of the booth, needing some air. "I can't do this right now."

"Mika..." Sasha said with a sad look, wanting to reach out for her but Mikasa was quick to snatch her handbag from beside Eren and walk out towards the back.

Connie connected eyes with Sasha and shrugged before looking at Eren. He was just sitting there, looking to have chosen to not run after his own girlfriend which made him look guiltier than it should've. Especially for someone that was supposed to have nothing to hide if all he talked about was how happy he was with Mikasa.

The entire situation pissed Jean off from the start and he slapped his hands on the table to get Eren's attention. "Dude," Eren looked at him with a frown. "Get the hell up and go after her, man. What the hell are you doing? She's hurt. You, sitting there, makes you look like an asshole. I mean, just say you don't care about her and get it over with."

"Fuck do you know about our relationship, Jean?" Eren argued, "Just because you hang around her and follow after her like some puppy begging for her attention when you know she's with me, that doesn't give you room to tell me what I should do in my own fuckin' relationship!"

Connie sighed and got up so Eren could get out of the booth. He shot Jean an angry hot look from over his shoulder, "Stay away from her from now on. I don't wanna see you near her again. If so, I'm beating the shit out of you and I'm not playing," and stormed off to find Mikasa.

It was quiet for a moment as neither of the three could even look at each other. You didn't know what to say and maybe there was nothing you could say. It wasn't your place, and it hurt you that you couldn't change the outcome of the situation because you never liked the group to separate. You were all close friends. It didn't seem that way now, and you weren't sure if things were ever going to come back to some sort of normalcy with Eren so upset with Jean for being around his fiancé all of the time.

You sat there and watched as Jean got out as well, pulling out a cigarette from his back pocket.

He stuffed it between the corner of his lips, letting out a heavy sigh.

"Sorry guys. Gonna...go outside and get some air or somethin'."

When he walked off, Connie rubbed at his head in conflict, not knowing who to even follow after. He had a thought that getting in between another argument he was sure those two were going to get into wasn't going to be a good idea so he chose to go after Jean. He hoped to cheer the guy up but there wasn't going to be much he was going to be able to do for him. Naturally, Sasha followed but not before mouthing a quick, 'sorry' to you and Armin, and dashing after her boyfriend and best friend.

Though the tension had left with the group, it felt like the lingering effects from it was now there in its' absence.

Armin still wore his conniving smirk that he'd held throughout the entire ordeal and for once, it pissed you off enough to finally speak up about the way he dealt with the situation. How he was able to instigate the entire argument and not even feel bad for it. All because he'd gotten jealous with the way you and Eren engaged in a short conversation about skiing.

"That was uncalled for, Armin. Why did you do that?"

He laid back against the cushion, messing with the straw in his drink, looking up at you through dark lashes, "What? So I mentioned the girl I saw come in the other day." He shrugged, "Big deal. How was I supposed to know that was going to happen? I didn't know her. Never seen her a day in my life but they did look rather cozy so," he raised his hands in defense, "I figured it was something Mikasa needed to know about. Especially since they're together and when you're in a relationship-" he leaned forward again, a hand of his moving across your knee underneath the table, "-you're supposed to love your partner and only your partner. Not look at anyone else. Right or wrong?"

You quickly swatted his hand away from you and began scooting out of the booth, "Fuckin' sick, I swear. I can't do this with you." He eyed the way you pulled the strap of your purse up your shoulder, looking at him like he was carrying some detrimental disease. "Are you happy? I hope so because you got just what you wanted."

Armin hummed, "Not yet," before getting out of the booth as well. He stood to his feet and released a long breath, reaching into his coat pocket. He pulled out his wallet, slapped a few hundred dollar bills on the surface of the table and gave you a once over.

"You're a noisy little thing, aren't you?" His deep blue eyes moved over the two slits in your dress that allowed him an eyeful of not only your breasts but your thigh. He grinned to himself. "You drive me crazy, y'know that?"'

You frowned, "Armin, I could give two flying fucks about what weird shit turns you on right no- Let go of me! What are you doing?"

He had a hand wrapped around one of your wrists, pulling you with him as he sped walked in front of you. It was so abrupt, you'd almost tripped over your own feet. You forgot to wear shorter heels because with Armin...you never knew what you were going to get yourself into with him.

He always made quick decisions and never really filled you in on them. He was rash and impulsive. You figured that if he let you in on the things he decided on doing, that was a way into his head which he wasn't going to ever allow you to do again.

Just more questions instead of answers.

Perhaps you were getting used to that.

The walk down the hall wasn't long when you were suddenly face to face with the women's restroom. Why had he brought you here?

He moved you in front of him with his hands on your arms, steading you. He pressed his lips against the shell of your ear, feeling you jump at his touch. "Go in."

Confused but not willing to argue and get him anymore upset than he was, you pushed the door open and walked in with him following closely behind.

The door quickly locked behind you and it was as if you could hear your own heart drop to your stomach. You closed your eyes, clutching your bag against your thighs.

Fuck, you thought to yourself. I shouldn’t have said those things. I can’t even apologize. He’s not going to listen to me. What do I do?

Your mind was completely blank. Heart was beating so fast, you could easily hear it through your own ears. Body trembling, unable to guess his next course of action. Armin made sure to always stay unpredictable. After all of those years, you could never spot a pattern in him. He was calculative, intelligent and made you feel dumb because he needed you to know that he was better than you. That you two weren’t equals. Never could be. You were beneath him and that was how it needed to be.

Don’t mistake. Armin...was a feminist. Loved to remind you that as a woman — he worshipped you like a god to his world. Wanted to take care of your need and be there for you above everyone else. That much was true. He did take care of you but not like someone in love did. Armin was different.

He took a different approach to affection.

“Knees.”

His voice was low, commanding, almost body rocking with fear. His demeanor should’ve scared you but he knew you by now. Knew your strengths, your weaknesses.

Him being in control was one of them.

He also knew that you liked those rare moments after fucking you where he cuddled you, just held you close and begged you not to leave him. Tears soaked into your skin, kisses along your neck and sweet promises in your ear that he was going to do better. That he never wanted to hurt you. Would tell you that he needed to do better because he knew that you didn’t deserve any of the hurt and pain he caused you.

Lies, over and over and somehow — they always worked.

He knew that too and exploited that for his own selfish gain.

Armin walked until he was standing in front of you. He wasn’t as tall or as broad as Eren, but his aura — that was all he needed to make you feel ten times smaller than him. Physically and mentally.

His pretty blues narrowed. “What? Hard of hearing? Let me help you then.”

Without warning, he took you by your neck and forced you down until your knees met the cold tile floor, whimpering up at him. Tears were already brimming your waterline, threatening to fall at any moment. That only made him sigh, shaking his head.

“Crying, are you?” He bent down to your level, brushing your cheek with the back of his hand, eyes darting all over your face. “I haven’t even done anything yet and you must think I’m the meanest guy in the world. Shit,” he chuckled to himself, resting his elbow on a knee. “You really are pathetic.”

He stood back up and stuffed his hands in his pockets, looking down at you in disgust. “Maybe if you go and chase Eren, he’ll choose you over Mikasa right now. Might even stuff his dick in your mouth as a reward. I mean," he shrugged, "The conversation between you two seemed so electrifying, you might as well had tossed your dress up and rode his cock in front of everyone." He smirked, "Bet you would've like that, huh slut?”

Your bottom lip quivered as you tried to fight back the tears but Armin could just be so mean sometimes. It was fucked up, the way he treated you. The way he talked to you. You deserved so much better but couldn’t get away from him. He wasn’t forcing you so why the hell did you always stay?

His jaw pulsed with a tick, clearly getting annoyed by your lack of response.

“Wouldn’t you?” You blinked up at him, sniffling as you held onto your bag, desperately wanting him to just forgive you and punish you later. “Answer me!”

“N-no!” You let go of your bag and moved forward to grasp at his pant leg, looking up at him through tears. “I love you, Armin! Please don’t act like this right now. I'm sorry for what I said! I'm not interested in Eren and I never will be! For fuck's sake, he's my friend. Our friend!"

Armin looked at you for a moment, "So you aren't interested in him."

You tried your luck and stood up on your feet, taking his face in your hands. "Armin, no. I'm not. Breathe, okay? You know that I accept every single one of your flaws but you can't treat me like trash every moment you feel like I'm doing something that gives you the impression that I'm not happy with you or that I want someone else. It's not right."

It looked like he was really taking in what you were telling him but for some reason... a part of you felt like it was a little pointless. As well as he knew you, you knew him and nothing with him was ever that simple.

"Baby," he whispered as a hand of his traveled down your back until it rested at the round of your ass. "I hear you and you're right. However," he gave your bottom a quick smack, mentally eating up the moan that slipped out of your mouth, "I need to punish you. I have to." He pecked your lips, smiling. "Do you understand? I won't hurt you," he walked you until you felt the counter hit your lower back. "I just need to remind you who you belong to in case your dick-riding fantasy with Eren is still somehow in your head when the only dick you should be thinking about is mine."

His lips crashed against yours, tasting your cherry chapstick and groaned, pushing his fingers into your hips to lock you in place. His lips were warm and soft getting lost in the way he lead your lips here and there. You couldn't help but fall under his spell yet again.

His tongue traced over your teeth, eyes half lidded with desire as he pressed his body into yours, feeling the want from you that came from the way you whimpered and tried to touch him back. He grinned against your lips and moved to hook his arms under both of your legs, picking you up to settle you on top of the counter so that he could touch you better.

"Happy?" he said as he kissed at your neck, hands pushing up your dress bit by bit.

"Yes.."

If you couldn't fight him off then what was the point in continuing to try? You were wasting your energy and time trying to complete the impossible. Armin was playing a good game and maybe you were always meant to lose.

"Mine," he said before biting into your neck, feeling your back curve against him, "all fucking mine."

"All yours."

.x. .x. .x.

The walk back to the car was strange.

Armin had held you to the counter, face in between your legs as you tried to hold back your moans, creaming on his warm tongue within minutes. Afterwards, he stood up and when you made a move to return the favor, he stilled your hips and told you, "not now." Your face fell into a sullen look as you let him clean you up and take your hand, leading you out of the restaurant completely.

Something wasn't right.

Armin was never one to shy away from getting you to suck him off. In fact, it'd become muscle memory to get on your knees and give him your best performance each time. Plus, wasn't he supposed to punish you for talking to Mikasa about what was going on in the apartment? You weren't sure if she had bought what you and Armin had told her, but how was he able to overlook that slip up so easily?

Was he beginning to not care? Was he...

You tucked your bottom lip between your teeth, too afraid to go down that route.

No.

Armin was in love with you. Obsessed with you, even.

You weren't getting boring, that was for sure. He'd told you, jokingly, that he'd kill for you so maybe you were overreacting.

Had to be.

Armin loved you and was just tired.

That was all.

He was walking in front of you, hands in his pockets, leading you to the car. He'd been silent the moment both of you left the bathroom and you couldn't understand why.

You couldn't hold your tongue any longer. You needed to know what his problem was.

"Armin."

He didn't turn around. He continued walking and you heard the keys jingle in his coat pocket.

You frowned.

"Armin, please," you reached out and grabbed his arm. "Stop ignoring me and talk to me, will you?"

"Nothing to say," he replied with a shrug, glancing at you and back at the car in front of him. "We're here. Get in." He punched in the correct code to unlock the door and had the passenger door unlock itself as well.

You stood there next to him and crossed your arms over your chest. "No. Not until we talk this out."

He sighed and ran a hand through his blond hair, "There's nothing to discuss. Least not right now. Just wanna get home, eat some takeout and go to sleep. Sound alright with you?"

For some reason, the fact that you didn't get to return the favor earlier began to genuinely bother you. Why didn't he want you to do anything for him? When had he ever turned something like that down? It had to be because of you. He wasn't tired. He was lying and he was a fool to even think that you were going to believe any bit of that.

"No. Let's talk. Now."

He gave you a blank look before slamming the car door shut.

"Alright." He leaned against it, hands back in his pockets, a bored expression on his face. "Talk."

Under clear judgmental eyes, you fidgeted in place, suddenly not knowing how to even start the conversation. Now that he was willing to hear you out, it felt strange to talk to him about it because maybe you were blowing it way out of proportion. What if he was actually just hungry and tired? But he wasn't too tired to get upset with you earlier...

He cleared his throat, looking off to the side like he could've been anywhere else right about now. "Gonna speak or should we just head home now?"

"No, I-"

"You know," he looked back at you and tilted his head, unable to shake the fact that he managed to steal someone as pretty as you. He felt lucky, but right now – he could hardly even look at you without feeling a spark of anger. "You're so confusing, you know that?" Your brows creased in confusion but he was more than happy to continue. "You want me, then proceed to piss me off by wearing something I didn't give you. Then I find out you're talking to Mikasa about...what? As if I'm mistreating you or something. You sit at home and write for a living. I own a bakery shop, successful at that and we live in a luxurious apartment. What are you going off and telling her about? Are you not happy with me anymore? Do I not make you happy?"

You could feel the tension in the air rising and sighed, trying to keep your emotions under control. "Armin, no listen. I-"

"No," he pushed himself off of the car, clear irritation looming over his head. "Tell me. Tell me what the fucking problem is because I'm over here doing everything that I can to make sure that you don't want or need for anything. You have access to my bank and I take you out on dates. You know the password to my phone so you know you’re the only one I’m interested in. We fuck almost everyday and I love you more than anyone else ever has. What's your deal? Huh? Are you unhappy with me? Just answer the fucking question."

It was clear that his anger came from something he’d been holding onto for quite a while. It wasn’t just because of what you told Mikasa or getting under his skin with your usual charade of pissing him off — no. This was different. It sounded like his trust issues were getting to him again and you weren’t sure if what you had in mind to say was going to help him this time.

"Armin, I am happy with you. I promise," the look on his face didn't change, just as you had expected. "I just think you're overthinking stuff again. I told you that I love you, and I do. I feel like there's still unnecessary tension with us and I'm trying to figure out a way to move past all of this."

He scoffed, "And yet you still ran off and told Mikasa god knows what. Shit that's probably not even true."

"For fucks' sake, Armin," you rolled your eyes, "It was the truth. We argue and fight way too much. Just earlier, you broke the bathroom door down just because I locked it! How fucking insane is that? Or do you wanna act like that didn't happen?"

He gripped the keys in his hand tightly, the mail key pushing into his soft skin little by little. "Like you didn't make me do that," he angrily replied. "I told you about locked doors. Maybe if you didn't do things to cause those arguments and fights, you wouldn't be so fucking unhappy!"

You threw your purse down in anger, throwing your arms out. "Armin, who the hell's unhappy here? I said I'm happy with you! God, you don't listen and that's because you'd rather believe whatever truth you decide to cook up than what I actually tell you! All because of your horrible past relationships with other women and maybe going further back to childhood, which you refuse to tell me about!"

He looked away from you and chose to stay silent as you walked up to him, arms crossed.

"The more closed off you become, the more distant I become. Do you understand?" You tried to look for some sort of breakthrough in his face but found none. He looked hot with rage with no other vulnerable emotion in sight. It almost broke your heart because you wanted to desperately know what was going on inside of his head but he continued to refuse letting you in. "I appreciate all of the things that you do for me, but its' all materialistic. It's not enough. It's just not, and I think you know that."

He turned his head back towards you, oceanic eyes narrowing, "Do you think I give a shit? What I choose to share or don't share isn't any of your business. You either like it or you don't. I'm done with this conversation. Get in the car. We're going home."

Armin moved to open the door but found you still standing there.

"Get in."

"No."

He took you by your wrist, grabbed your purse from the ground and began pulling you around the car to the passenger side. "Pissing me off."

"And I don't care! Let go!" You fought him by pulling at your wrist, trying to tug him back so that he could release you. He wasn't having many of it and still yanked you onward. It wasn't until he felt a few of your nails scratch at his skin that he finally reacted.

"Fuck!"

As an immediate response, he slammed you forward onto the hood of the car, pressing his entire body onto you to keep you still as you tried bucking and pushing against him.

"Get off of me!"

He used the arm that had gotten scratched and pushed your cheek into the car. "Listen and listen good," you whined, trying to focusing on calming your breathing and not getting light headed from the adrenaline. "Scratch me like that again," he chuckled, "and I'll scratch back." His eyebrows furrowed, making sure to lock your hands behind your back so you wouldn't have the opportunity to get him again. "You fight me when you already know what happens. I'm stronger than you. Where do you think not listening to me gets you? And you think that I'm the bad guy."

Armin full on laughed, looking up at the night sky, "Ah fuck. All of this useless arguing's got me kinda hard, to be honest." He looked back down at you in a half grin before his eyes trailed down to your ass, finding your dress pushed up from the struggling. "Maybe I should fuck you in this parking lot." He heard you gasp but it fell on deaf ears. "Guess you wouldn't mind huh?"

He removed the hand that was on your head and slid it down your neck and back until it was on your bottom. His fingers played with the edges of your underwear, humming to himself. "Nah. You wouldn't mind that at all. Bet you'd love someone catching us. What would you do if they stayed for the show? Hm?" he smacked your ass and you moaned out before biting your lip in shame.

None of this was supposed to turn you on. You two were in public.

What Armin was talking about doing was shameful. You'd rather die than let some stranger catch you getting fucked. Or even heard you for that matter.

"Armin, please," you pleaded, wiggling in his hold which only made him laugh.

"Oh god, when you beg, you make it so much worse," he commented, slowly tugging down your panties until they were tight against your thighs. He groaned at the sight, letting his middle finger dip past your slippery folds, catching onto a little of your arousal. "Fuck, what a shameless whore you are. Wet from the idea of me fucking you out in the open. Hah..." he smiled wide before bringing the wet digit to his lips, slipping his tongue out to collect every bit of you from it. "I feel delirious. You taste so good baby." He moaned, glancing down at your trembling form. "So willing yet so combative. You act so shy yet your body gives you away every time."

Your thighs rubbed together in want but you were in fact ashamed. How could you let him do this to you? You were well within your right to tell him no, get in the car and forget any of it ever happened. You didn't have to give into the idea of letting him touch you for someone to see.

But did you want that?

He was so close. It was so easy for him to do it. To let him do it. Do whatever he wanted with you on the hood of his car and maybe you needed to let him because you wanted it just as bad.

"I want you..." you whispered, too embarrassed to admit it any louder. "Please touch me."

Usually he would've forced you to be louder for the hell of it but ever since he caught the way you looked at him like he was the most disgusting man on earth back in the restaurant after causing the fight with Eren and Mikasa – he couldn't stop himself from thinking about it. He loved when you wanted nothing to do with him. That in your eyes, you were telling him that you could do so much better than someone as shitty as him. He wanted to fuck that feeling. Fuck it into the sheets until he couldn't physically go on anymore.

It turned him on so much.

"You're gonna make me put a fucking baby in you right in this fucking parking lot," he admitted before quickly hooking a few fingers around your underwear, ripping it right off. You squealed and flexed your fingers in surprise, feeling the cool night air hit your puffy cunt. "Fuck me," he muttered to himself, lifting the bunched up fabric in his hand to his nose, taking a good inhale. He released a euphoric breath, looking down at you with stars in his eyes. "If Eren so much as looks at you for more than three seconds again, I'm gonna kill him." He chuckled, feeling you stiffen against him. He leaned down while stuffing your soiled underwear in his back pocket. "Like I will actually drive a pocket knife into his neck the next time I see him so you'd better hope he's got his dick in the right person or I won't hesitate. Now," he leaned back up and smacked your ass, earning himself another pretty moan from you. "My cock needs a little warming and I know just the place to put it. Can you guess?"

You balled your hands back into fists and begged him to let your arms go so you could grasp at something, anything. He granted it and stepped back to undo his belt. You placed your palms flat against the hood and let out a breath, the heat of it creating a puff of fog next to you. Your dress was still flipped up and your ass was bare for anyone to walk by and see. It should've unnerved you but your only thought was Armin, Armin, Armin.

Nothing but him and it wasn't necessary to tell out loud because he already knew. You wouldn't have still been lying there if he didn't.

The feeling of his tip rubbing up and down your folds caused you to jump a little, wiggling your hips for more.

He smirked, "Eager, are we?"

"Mhm," you shamefully hummed, breath ragged. "Want it so bad. Please, please. And I'm sorry about the argument, about what I said at the table and what I told Mika. It won't happen again, I promi- Ah!"

Armin pushed his cock into you in one full stroke, holding your hips in place, hearing you let out a broken wail that made him rock solid. Your walls clamped down on him and it almost made him cum pathetically fast but he held onto his restraint. He wanted to make this last for more than thirty seconds.

"Fuck baby," he was looking down at the way you were tightly wrapped around him, a sight to behold. Some of his fringe was sticking to his forehead as beads of sweat continued to roll down the side of his face. He laughed, licking his lips, "You're so fucking tight. We haven't even started and I'm about to lose my mind."

When he began moving his hips, without the need of hearing you tell him to, nothing came to mind but wanting to cum. In that moment, you cared for nothing else. The worries had been cleared up. Armin did want you and was just upset about everything as a whole. It wasn't particularly you, just the situations you'd put him through.

Armin still wanted you, physically, and it almost made you want to cry. You were still useful. That was all you'd wanted.

"My god," he breathed, holding your hip with one hand while the other laid at the lower end of your back, pushing down so that he could keep himself steady. "So good for me, so so good."

"Harder please!" you moaned out, trying to push your hips back against him, clawing into the car. "I need more, want more."

"Mmm," he took the hand off of your hip and hiked your leg up onto the hood so that he could gain access to that little bundle of nerves he knew would have you screaming his name. "If I'm going to cum, so are you. Need to feel you clench around me one more time before this is over."

He pressed two fingers against your clit and grinned when he heard you whine out his name, moving them in circles. The purposeful dragging of his cock going in and out of your pretty hole almost distracted you from being unable to see his face as he did it.

The positioning didn't allow you to do much other than lay there and let him do whatever he wanted to. The fact that you were outside of the restaurant, albeit a few yards away, was exhilarating. There was no telling who was bound to walk by and see you getting fucked by your boyfriend. It didn't really matter to you. Nothing did other than coming undone right on Armin's cock.

"Ah! Armin, I can't- I don't think I can hold out m-much longer!"

You felt him press his chest into your back, lips against your ear, "If you're gonna cum stupid girl, cum."

He didn't have to tell you that.

You were already past making the decision.

His name was the last thing to roll off of your tongue as you came, almost seeing stars. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head, accepting your second orgasm of the night. Skin so sticky and hot, mind completely out of it and your body jolting from the aftershock of the pleasure. Even so, all you wanted to do was lay there and let him finish since this was about him anyway. If nothing else, at least you were able to do this for him.

Armin had both hands firmly on your hips, using your spent cunt as his own little flashlight, fucking you like an animal in heat. Desperate to reach his high and fill you up with every last drop of his seed, intent on letting you know that you belonged to him and no one else.

Definitely not Eren.

The thought of the brunette quickly made him angry and his pace quickened, giving you a few slaps across the ass, eyes completely focused on his cock driving in and out of you.

"You're mine, do you understand? No one else's. I'm all that you need. All that you'll ever know. I won't let anyone else have you. Mine, mine mine," he growled, taking out his leftover anger onto you. "Fuck," he moaned brokenly, feeling his balls tightened. "I'm gonna breed the fuck out of this pretty pussy," he curled a hand around your throat, ignoring your weak moans. "-and make you a mommy, baby. Would you like that? Huh?" You choked out a whimper, giving him a nod. He groaned against the shell of your ear, eating up the slapping sounds his balls hitting your ass. "God, I'm gonna fill your little cunt up until you're dripping it out. Need to make sure you know who you belong to and to not try that shit with me ever again, yeah?"

"Yes!" You were barely listening to him, feeling your walls constrict yet again. For the first time, you realized that you were about to cum without any clit stimulation. You never knew it was even possible for you but as the pressure continued to build, your suspicion was right.

Armin felt it too.

His high pitched moan into the night air was signal enough that he couldn't hold out much longer, and spurted his seed right into you, panting your gummy walls in nothing but white. His cock twitched until it was done pumping you full but he didn't bother to pull out of you yet. He laid on top of you, covering your neck in little kisses.

"My pretty girl," he mumbled, hands rubbing up and down your sides. "I love you."

Your mind was still foggy so without thinking too much about it, you replied, "I love yo- Eren?"

Armin frowned almost instantly, believing that you'd been thinking about Eren instead of him and looked up to find you looking off to the side. His curious blue pools followed your line of sight and widened upon seeing what you saw.

Eren stood not too far away, arms by his side, rigid in shock.

He'd seen everything.

You knew it.

And yet, a part of you wasn't embarrassed. In fact...

A part of you hoped he'd seen it all.

And judging from the bulge in his pants, he had.

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warmth

armin arlert x afab! reader

cw: sacrilegious, corruption, blackmail, photographing(noncon) reader wears a purity ring, degradation, hair pulling, spit, terrible use of my catholic upbringing, dark content, loss of virginity

wc: 2.1k

a/n: please please please read the content warnings. also, @ohno-otome i love u, this is dedicated to you.

Your ring gleams under the church lights, it’s what Armin first caught sight of when he met you. You were sitting at the pew across from him, cute little white sundress on and accessories to match. You sat next to your father who spent most of his time at the church, volunteering to always teach Sunday school and always making sure that all the boys stay away from you. He kept Armin late after mass had ended, making him help set up for Wednesdays services and even guiding him to lead some of the classes. He hated it, but he supposes it’s not bad when he gets to send you cute winks and smiles that he knows fluster you.

You can’t deny that Armin catches your eye too. He’s always kind and helpful. His button up shirts are pressed and clean, the shades of blue he wears makes his eyes pop and his hair always looks so soft. You think his undercut suits him better than his old hairstyle, your father tells you a lot about him. How he helps him around during Sunday school classes and maybe he’d be okay if you just go introduce yourself to him. Just say hi, after all, your father says that he’s a “well-rounded” guy. You nod your head no, looking down at your ring, your visible commitment to remain pure for your true love.

How naive you are.

Your father leaves for a conference for the weekend, leaving you to attend church alone for the first time since Armin has seen you. He can’t help but notice how much shorter your dress is, how pretty the bold red fabric looks against your skin tone and how it hugs your body better than your other dresses do. You’re always dressed well for church.

During mid service, Armin notices you wrapping your arms together and how you hold yourself in trying to stay warm. Silly girl, you should have known better than to sit right under the vent, but it’s usually where you and your dear old dad sit, he can’t blame you.He gets up, stretching his arms before making his way next to you and offering you his cardigan. It’s white and it makes the red of your dress pop even more. You accept it, giving Armin a small smile and scooting down to make room for him on the pew. The priest calls for everyone to pray, offering soft music and quiet time for those who wish to come and ask him for his blessing.

“Thank you” you whisper, you know that your father would be upset at you for not reciting your prayers, “you’re welcome, pretty girl.” Armin quips, reveling in how you play with the hem of your dress when you sit back down. He follows right after, watching goosebumps littering your thighs

“It’s pretty cold, you should sit closer to me next time,” he whispers. He places his hand on your thigh and you do your best to stop the squeak that comes from your mouth.

His hand is hot, and too close to the hem of your dress he makes a comment about how cool your skin feels under his touch and how it feels good. You feel him squeeze your thigh before he leans back and closes his eyes. He’s ethereal, long blonde eyelashes splaying against the tops of his cheeks before he opens them and catches you staring at him. You turn your head away from him, doing your best to ignore how flustered and clammy you feel.

“You know, I’ve always thought that you’re so cute.” He takes your left hand in his and you miss the heat of his hand on your thigh too quickly. He plays with your ring, until you feel him slip it off. “Oh sorry- I didn’t know you were engaged, everyone here always talks about how kind you are and I thought that I-” “I’m not engaged. It’s a purity ring, my promise to my future love that I am his and only his.”

He looks down at it, watching the diamond glisten while you ramble on about how important purity is for you. He has to stifle a laugh, pocketing the ring and watching your face fall.

“It’s okay, sweetheart, I’ll give it back if you come to the Sunday school class after this.”

He walks away before you can say anything, you want to argue with him, have half a mind to grab onto his arm and demand that he give your ring back. You can’t though, not when Armin is charming some old lady and helping her out of her seat to her car, he catches you watching him and he sends you another one of his signature winks along with a kiss your way. You think back to what your father said about Armin.He surely wouldn’t keep your ring from you forever would he?

Armin plays with your ring in his pocket, a reminder of your precious faithful promise to your future lover and a hot reminder of how short your dress was on you today. His cardigan was longer on you than your own dress was. He tries to ignore the throbbing of his cock, thankful that everyone was sitting down and reading scripture, wondering what you would say if you knew what you did to him. What your pretty little ring does to him.

He ends the class early, sees you standing at the door with your arms crossed and his cardigan still on you. He waits until everyone leaves to approach you, “don’t be mad at me, just needed a little something of yours since you have something of mine.” he says, voice smooth as he fixes his cardigan, pulling it closer together in front of your tits. He grabs your hand again and, fuck, does it piss him off when you pull away from him. You’re peeling his cardigan off, handing it back to him and politely telling him “thank you.”

He stands there for a moment, watching your pleading eyes before he turns away from you. “You want to know why I actually gave it to you?” His gaze is different and it makes you feel small, vulnerable even, “it’s because your dress is a little short, don’t you think? I mean thank God, I’m here or who knows who could have gotten the wrong idea about you.”

“It’s not that short, Armin.” you counter, looking at the mirror hanging on the wall and wondering if it really was shorter than your other dresses, “You’re lucky I gave you my sweater” he stands behind you, watching your face in the mirror before he embraces you from behind. “So lucky I kept you warm.” his face is right against yours and you feel flustered again, no one has touched you like this before. He grabs your face with his hand turning your head towards his, “so lucky I’m here to keep you pure, hm?” He presses a kiss to your temple, your cheek, and then on your lips. Armin is warm, the memory of his hand on your thigh plays in your head and you begin to wonder where else his hand would feel warm, if his touches are always light and gentle or if there’s weight to them like the weight of the sin that is taking over your thoughts for imagining him the way that you are.

He’s in front of you now, reminding you that you’re so pretty. Any one would be lucky to have you by their side, he kisses your lips again and you like it. His lips are soft and his words are like honey, you don’t even notice when he guides you towards his desk, helping you lift your hips so that you can sit on it. He makes sure to keep your legs spread, both of his hands on the tops of your thighs and playing with the hem of your dress. He kisses you again and this time it’s the warmth of his tongue against yours, his hands daring to travel up higher under the hem of your dress.He groans when you rut against him, his fingers playing with the waistband of your panties before pulling them down your legs, breaking the kiss to pocket them. He keeps your dress bunched up at your waist, legs spread open and pussy exposed to his hungry eyes. “How pretty, angel.” Your breath hitches at the feeling of his thumbs pressing up against the soft flesh on either side of your cunt. Armin can feel how wet you’re getting and he has to hide his excitement because he wants to absolutely fucking ruin you.

He spreads your folds with his thumbs, mouth watering when he can feel your slick and how warm you are. He leans down, debating whether or not to stay on his knees, opting to lick a long stripe against your slit and pressing a kiss to your clit before coming back up and kissing you, making you taste yourself before pulling away.

Your mind is hazy and you can’t help but wonder how you ended up under him, watching as he unbuttons his shirt and pulls his pants and underwear down enough to let his cock spring free. You watch the fabric all bunched up on his thighs, his cock throbbing and his tip pretty and pink with a pretty pearl of precum sitting on the top.”Armin” you whimper, when you feel him press the tip to your drooling entrance, he pulls the front of your dress down, watching your tits spill over the fabric, “my ring.” you whine, looking up at him with tears in your eyes.

He laughs, light and airy, before digging it out. He looks at the diamonds on it again before looking at you. He leans forward, prodding at your bottom lip with the ring, placing it between your teeth and telling you to hold it there or else he’ll tell everyone what a whore you are and how you came onto him.

Your eyes sting with tears but it’s nothing compared to the sting and burn of Armin when he sheathes himself in, holding you close and cooing at how you look so pretty under him, he knew that your cunt was made for him and him only, you said so yourself. Your legs are shaking around him, your hands clinging onto his shirt as he buries himself inside of your perfect pussy, in and out, in and out, in and out. He swears he’s in heaven, can see the white pearly gates when he closes his eyes and loses himself in the way you’re whining his name, pleading him for what God only knows, and begging him to come closer to you.

His hands smooths your hair away from your face before he cards his hand through it before he’s pulling at it, your scalp burning from how rough he’s being, the ring in your mouth almost slipping out with a particularly harsh thrust. “Dirty whore, always knew you were.” he spits, hips snapping against yours and moving the desk with each swing of his hips, “look at you, such a pretty little slut getting fucked.” he grabs his phone, quickly finding the camera and snapping a picture of you before throwing it back behind you.

Armin smiles at you, it’s not the innocent, sweet smiles he’s sent your way before. This was saccharine, covered in ridicule. He shifts you further down on his desk, his weight crashing down on top of you each time he thrusts his hips, you’re babbling mindlessly about how you feel funny, how he needs to slow down, and how he keeps hitting a spot that makes the pleasure unbearable. Your vision goes white and Armin squishes your cheeks together causing your ring to fall out of your mouth.His eyes glued to your bouncing tits while he revels in the feeling of your velvety walls sucking him in and clamping down on his length. He looks back up at you, spits on your face and moans when he feels your walls squeeze his dick again, “if you wanted me to fuck you” he says between thrusts, slowly losing his rhythm, slowly succumbing to the feeling in the pit of his belly, “you should have just asked.” he punctuates the last word with a harsh thrust, the tip of his cock kissing your cervix before spilling himself inside of you. Warmth filling up your insides before he draws his cock out and pulls you off the desk and down to your knees.

“Couldn’t stop thinking about you on your knees” he says, you’re trying to keep your thighs together, you can feel his cum dripping out of you but he only pulls you forward towards his navel by your hair, “say a prayer” he mocks, placing the head of his cock against your lips.

You don’t reply, only open your mouth and allow Armin’s warmth to fill you again.

This was so 😩

Trap | A. Arlert

cw: drug use(weed) drug dealer! Armin, coercion, dubcon, degradation, finger sucking, oral (f receiving), cream pie, unprotected sex, spitting, mentions of baby trapping, self-indulgent

wc: 3.9k

[10:45p] Talk to Armin

You’re not sure what to say back, you want to laugh almost. You want to ask Eren if this is a joke for turning him down last week when he delivered your weed to you. You didn’t think it was that deep when you rejected him, the next text you get from him is Armin’s number.

He’s really serious.

You don’t reply. Not really in the mood to ask him why he won’t sell to you or what’s wrong with him. Instead you tap on the contact he sent you, saving it into your phone and replacing Eren’s spot.

You text him first asking if it’s Armin and explaining you got his contact from Eren. You figured they’d know each other, why else would Eren give you his number?

[11:00p] Hi! It’s me! What can I do for you?

You stifle a laugh, this is the guy you’re supposed to buy from? You know it’s awkward texting someone new for drugs but you’re almost ready to give up when he texts you again.

[11:03p] Eren just told me what you usually get, you want to meet me or should I bring it to you?

Usually you’d be in favor of getting anything you buy brought to you, but you figured it would be safer to meet him instead. Can’t have a stranger knowing where you live and your location is always on for your closest friends. You’ll be sure to text one of them before heading out.

Armin texts you an address of where to meet him. You’re quick to grab a jacket and slip your shoes on before heading out to meet him. You have half a mind to change into sweatpants before you leave but you don’t know how Armin is about being late and you don’t really feel like asking around for someone else to buy from.

The start of your drive is usual, listening and glancing to the directions of your gps to guide you across town. Recognizing that the further you go, the nicer the houses get, the bigger they get, and the more expensive they get. You almost text him to double check if you’re going the right way when it finally hits you.

You’ve met Armin before.

You were most likely fucked from a night of drinking or smoking, or both. You remember how he hung around Eren at a party and how he had on a stupid blue cardigan that matched his eyes. He looked like he didn’t even fit in with anyone. Just some cute, preppy kid running around with his family’s money, probably mixed in with the wrong crowd. It’s no wonder you’re pulling up to a nice house and of course there’s no wonder that there's a parade of cars here. You can see the numerous people with red solo cups in their hands, some stumbling, and the majority of them laughing at the antics of everyone else.

You almost want to leave when someone knocks on the window causing you to jump.

“Holy shit.” You roll your window down enough to be met with blue eyes. It’s Armin.

“Hey, uh, I have your stuff but you’re gonna have to come inside or wait out here.”

You only nod in response, not really giving him the solid answer he’s looking for.

“So are you cool waiting here orrr?”

“I’ll go inside, sorry.” You roll your window back up, taking the keys to your car and double checking to make sure it locks before following Armin inside the house.

The crowd of people outside pales in comparison to the sea of bodies inside of his house. Music blaring and your vision immediately falls to the sweaty bodies dancing in the middle of the huge living room. You continue to look around, watching in awe of how easily people let loose after a couple drinks or hits from a joint. You’re tempted to join them, that is until you make out Eren’s form holding a rolled joint up to Mikasa’s lips. You watch as she hesitantly leans forward and inhales before coughing while Eren laughs. You look away before he can see you, still following Armin before he offers his arm out to you.

“Last fuckin’ time I let Eren throw a ‘small’ party here.”

You laugh a little, holding onto Armin while he leads you upstairs. There are fewer people upstairs, some sitting around to get away from the crowd. Others start to roll a joint before they scramble to put their papers and weed away when they see Armin. He doesn’t pay them any attention, instead, he tells a couple looking for an unlocked room to ‘fuck off’ before unlocking the door to what you think is his room.

Inside everything is organized, you expected it to be. I mean this was Armin you were following, cute Armin with all of his white collared button-ups and cardigans. You don’t recall if you’ve ever seen him in a t-shirt, you watch as he fumbles around by his nightstand, still wary before he encourages you to come in and please shut the door behind you.

He tells you to have a seat on his bed, asking you if you can roll or if you want him to roll a joint for the both of you. You don’t really give him an answer before he finds his tray adorned with wrapping papers, a grinder, and more weed on it. He hands you your baggie of weed telling you that he doesn’t mind sharing his, you don’t know that he only shares his weed with girls he wants to fuck. He loves when new girls like you hit him up for bud, not worried in the slightest bit because Armin isn’t like Eren those sleazy drug dealers, he’s kind and cute.

Your eyes wander to the little bedside table where the drawer isn’t closed all the way and you can see all types of bags full of weed, you can see the scale that his weed was sitting on, and you can make out a smaller bag full of what you can only assume is molly. Part of you wants to ask why he spends his time selling, you’re in awe of his house and you’re sure that his family has more than enough for him to live comfortably.

Lithe fingers roll the joint together before his tongue peeks out of his mouth to ensure it stays together.

“Got a lighter?”

You nod, reaching into the pocket of your jacket and handing it to him. His hand envelops yours and his touch makes butterflies awaken in your stomach. You’re quick to smother them, telling yourself you’re only here for the weed and now a quick smoke session. Nothing else.

Ever the gentleman, he offers you the first hit, gently placing the joint between your lips despite your efforts to take it from him. He holds the lighter at the end and you study his face before you can finally inhale. The smoke makes the back of your throat burn, you cough a little and Armin laughs before plucking the joint from you and placing it on his lips. He inhales, the end lighting up in a bright orange while he takes off the cardigan he’s wearing.

“Sorry, it’s getting stuffy.” He says before passing the joint back to you, thankfully, he hands it to you this time. You take a longer drag, staring at the pretty veins on his arms and realizing how strong he might actually be. He isn’t like Eren, you think, he’s comfortable in the silence and you feel relieved that you no longer have to text his best friend for your drugs, not when Armin is better at responding and willing to smoke you out even if it’s just this time.

You take another hit, enjoying the feeling of your limbs growing heavy and your head swirling in bliss. You feel weightless yet heavy and you’re amazed at how only three hits has you feeling this way. It’s way better than anything Eren has ever given you.

“Armin” you say, mouth going completely dry when you notice that he’s unbuttoned part of his shirt and you can see his abs peeking through when you stretch your hand out to him holding the joint. He’s happy to take it from you, watching as you slowly grow even more comfortable on his bed, toeing your shoes off before letting your jacket fall off your shoulder revealing your little tank top you wear to bed. He takes one last hit before he tells you to finish it.

You’re not sure you can finish it, looking at the camera on your phone and seeing how glazed over your eyes look. Armin tells you to get comfortable, it’s fine. He’ll make sure that no one comes in to bother either of you.

Just trust him.

He watches as you bring the remainder of the joint back up to your lips, watching as you take hit after hit and giggling when you blow smoke on accident in his face, or when you accidentally lean a little too far forward into his own personal space. You even have the audacity to look up at him and say that you’re not even that high.

Oh but if you could see yourself through his eyes, you’re absolutely fucking baked. Pretty eyes glazed and red rimmed while you drink the water bottle he offers you, watching as a small droplet makes its way down from the corner of your mouth. You put the bottle down, “s’kay Min.” You slur and he knows he’s got you.

He reaches over and wipes the water away and you swear he’s unbuttoning his shirt when you’re not looking because there’s no way he just casually shows that much of himself to you. “You’re so pretty” he whispers, the pad of his thumb grazing over your bottom lip before looking back up into your eyes.

The compliment catches you off guard and you’re not sure if it’s the marijuana that gives you courage or the fact you would do anything to get lost in Armin’s baby blue eyes but you allow your tongue to slip out licking the pad of his thumb before he’s pushing it into your mouth. You immediately suck and Armin finally gives you a smirk that has arousal pooling in your belly. You let go of his finger and he presses his lip against yours, immediately you let his tongue in when you feel it against your lips, your hands finding the remaining buttons on his shirt and quickly pulling it apart.

Armin knows he’s got you where he wants you. Pretty thing like you walking into his house with sleep shorts, tank top, and no bra? He knew you wouldn’t protest when he started to roll the joint for you, knew that you’d smoke the entire joint because you haven’t felt this fucking relaxed in a while. He’d call you pretty while your eyes are all red and your mind seems hazy.

Your hands run along the taut muscles of his abdomen, and he’s pushing you back towards his bed. His thigh slotted in between your thighs and you fight the urge to grind down on it, knowing that he could probably feel how wet you would get just at his fleeting touches that set your skin on fire. He kisses your lips one last time before kissing your neck, teeth nipping at your pulse point just to get you to squirm.

Then he feels it.

The warmth of your pretty little pussy on his thigh and fuck he can’t wait to feel you. He wants a taste, his mouth waters at the thought of your honeyed essence on his tongue and coating his chin, how your hands must feel in his hair and what your breathy moans would sound like panting out his name.

He pulls your shirt up, pinching one of your nipples while wrapping his lips around the other, tongue flicking the hardening bud before continuing his descent on your body. Both of his hands are on your tits while he plants warm kisses along your stomach, making sure to tease along the waistband of your sleep shorts.

He’s quick to adjust the both of you, pulling you closer to the foot of the bed by your ankles before kneeling in between your pussy.

“Armin, wait—” whatever plea you had for him dies in your throat when you feel his nose press along your clothes folds, inhaling your sweet scent. He presses a kiss to it, whispering praises barely loud enough for you to hear. Telling you how pretty you look and asking to let him taste you even though he’s already pulling your shorts and panties down your legs. He groans when your cunt, mutters something about how cute your pretty pussy looks. His knuckle coming up to swipe at your slit, groaning when your slick covers it and how sensitive you are under his touch.

You feel him lick a stripe along your folds, your thighs squishing his face before strong arms come to keep you in place. You’re not allowed to interrupt him, not while he’s enjoying himself.

His lips wrap around your clit, using his fingers to reveal it to him, the sensation has you mewling and arching your back into his face. His tongue swirls around the bundle of nerves until your hands find his hair. Your fingers carding through his soft blonde locks while you beg and plead for more. He lets go of your clit in favor of licking your slit, he moans when he finally gets a taste of you, tongue wandering into your gummy walls while his nose hits your puffy clit over and over again. Your mewls are getting louder and you're begging for more, for something more because you need to cum, he has to let you cum.

Armin pulls away and you sob out to him, “Min, please, need to cum, make me cum, please.”

He can’t say no, not when his chin is covered in your slick and his cock twitches every time you plead and whine his name. He holds your legs apart, delivering a quick slap to the inside of your thigh when you attempt to close them when the pad of his middle finger finds your clit. “Keep you legs open.” He says, voice low and gravely. He doesn’t waste time, inserting his middle finger to his knuckle. The feeling of you tight, velvety walls around his digit makes his dick twitch and serve as an aching reminder that he’s not done with you yet, he won’t let you leave after this. Not until he gets to bury himself deep into the velvet of your pussy.

The muscles of his arm are protruding with the pace he sets as he finger fucks you, his lips wrapped around your clit and he begins to suck and you swear you’re in another fucking dimension with how euphoric you feel. The weed in your system makes you extra sensitive and Armin can feel another gush of your arousal all over his hand.

“Armin, fuck,fuck,fuck!”

“Give it to me, baby, wanna see you cream all over my fingers come on.”

He has to see it, inserting his ring finger and adding to your pleasure when he finds that spongey little spot inside of you that has you arching into his touch again. He takes it has his cue to lick and suck on your abused bud again, watching how pretty you look when your voice fails you and your scream goes silent as you cum around his fingers, eyes crossing as you finally give him what he wants.

“Atta girl, squeezing my fingers so tight.”

He slowly pulls his fingers out, eyes fixed on the translucent strings webbing his fingers together before he stands up. You hear the sound of him undoing his zipper before you register what he’s actually doing. With the strength you have you find his hands, watching as he takes off the remainder of his clothes, throwing them somewhere in his room.

Your mouth goes dry when your eyes land on his cock, you didn’t expect him to be so big, to have a pretty vein adorning either side of his shaft and his tip a pretty shade of bubblegum pink with a bead of precum decorating it.

“Armin, wait” you scoot back from him, “m’ still sensitive” you remind him. Your words are slurred and it doesn’t stop Armin from craning his head down and kissing you. Making you taste yourself while he hooks his hands under your thighs, exposing your pussy to his greedy eyes. “You’ll be okay, just be good for me yeah?”

Those blue eyes meet yours again and you’re positive you’re drowning in them. His pupils blown wide as he aligns himself with your drooling entrance, he hooks your legs over his shoulders, finding your hands and pinning them beside your head. He slowly inches himself forward, reveling in the feeling of your gummy walls stretching around his girth. He fights the urge to cum as your pussy flutters around him, he looks down at you, completely fucked out and eyes beginning to water as he slowly pulls back before thrusting into you again.

He lets go of your hands, one of them pushing your thighs into your chest while he brings the pads of his middle and ring fingers to prod at your lips, “suck” he demands, slowing his thrusts to allow you to wrap your lips around them. You taste yourself on his skin, tongue skillfully running along his nails and swirling around both of them.

“Is this why you texted me? Couldn’t get your stupid cunt fucked by Jaeger?” You don’t reply, still sucking on his fingers while he delivers a harsh snap of his hips against yours, he feels the vibrations of your whine, shoving his fingers further into your mouth a smirking when he feels your throat constrict around them.

“Eren doesn’t like easy sluts like you.”

He roughly pulls his fingers out of your mouth, gripping your cheek harshly and making your skin sticky with your own spit. “Keep your fucking mouth open.” You hear him gathering saliva in his mouth before his spit lands on your tongue. You swallow it without being asked, eyes rolling into the back of your skull when he begins his harsh pace again.

“Wonder what he’d say, if he saw you fucking his best friend right now. He said you were so cute, you know?” Both palms are on the back of your thighs, he’s pushing them impossibly close to your chest and letting his weight fall on top of you with each thrust. “Bet he doesn’t know that a little weed gets you desperate for cock huh?”

“m’not desperate” you slur, he slaps the back of your thighs, sending pleasurable pain shooting through your body. “Want me to call him in here? Have him see you cream all over my fucking cock?”

You nod no, but the way your cunt squeezes Armin’s length lets him know all that he needs to.

“Filthy bitch, you’d like that wouldn’t you?” He cranes his head down again, sloppily kissing you and allowing his tongue to explore your mouth, groaning when he feels your hands pulling his biceps closer to you. You turn your head away from him, sputtering a bit before begging for more, for Armin to fuck you harder, faster.

He doesn’t let you finish your sentence, his pace never faltering as he watches your face contort in pleasure. Mouth falling open and brows knitting together while you moan loud enough for anyone to hear if they were to walk by the door. You can feel the head of his dick kiss your cervix with each thrust, “say my name” he grits.

He can feel your gummy walls fluttering, he knows your close, still sensitive from the previous orgasm and from the weed you smoked earlier. Your mind is spinning and you feel so dizzy, so fucking good as Armin continues to fuck you.

“Armin! Cum inside, fuck, cum inside please!”

Hook, line, sinker.

Who knew that’s a joint is all it took to get you in bed, he almost feels bad that Eren couldn’t get to this point with you. His loss is his gain, he’d make sure that the only name you moan from now on is his, he’ll make sure Eren hears you high pitched squeals for Armin to spill himself inside of you.

“Yeah? You want me to cum inside of you? Fill your pretty little pussy up?” He groans when he feels you squeeze him again, your nails biting into the skin of his forearm as you let out a string of pleads for him to not stop.

“What if I knock you up huh? Give you a fuckin’ baby so all you can think about is me from now on?”

The fear in your eyes spurs him on, his fingers finding your sore clit until he can feel your legs trembling against him. The way he circles your bud paired with his harsh thrusts sends you over the edge, back arching and a silent sob escaping your throat while you gush all over Armin’s cock, “Fuck yeah, give it to me, dirty bitch”

“Armin! Cumming!” You squeal as if he didn’t know, Armin isn’t too far after you, keeping his words and spewing curses out as he empties his hot seed inside of you. You moan pulling Armin in for a kiss while his cock pulsates inside of you, both of you reveling in each other and your highs.

Your breathing labored as he slowly lets your legs fall against the bed. He stays buried inside of you, watching as you fight your sleep.

“Hey, stay with me for a bit, yeah? Gotta clean you up.”

You nod, closing your eyes but listening to him go to his bathroom and coming back with a warm washcloth. The warmth of the washcloth feels good against your skin, Armin adjusts you on his bed before pulling you up and helping you to the bathroom.

“You okay?”

“Mhmm” you hum, looking up at him while he helps you sit down, telling you where everything is before walking out to give you privacy.

He begins to pick up both of your clothes, setting them aside while he adjusts the bed for you to sleep in. He isn’t that heartless, he’s sure he’ll talk to you before you go home tomorrow, even if you manage to slip out before he wakes he knows you’ll be back, after all it’s not like you know anyone else that would sell to you.

He picks up the clothes again, your panties falling onto the floor. He looks up to make sure you’re still in the bathroom so you don’t see where he keeps your panties, it’s not like you would need them anyway.

He throws the rest of the clothes into his laundry basket, finding his phone to look for Eren’s contact.

[2:02am]You’re right, y/n is really cute.

[2:02am] She’s staying with me tonight.

“Who are you texting?”

Your voice startles him, he smiles before getting up to help you into his bed.

“No one important. Trust me”

Abt me hi my name is Ashlyn I’m 18 and I like cats idk, greens my fave color, an ARMIN enthusiast. I like nature, and stars, and rainy weather.

This blog has turned into me reposting really good ff lol

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