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n-agiz · 7 months

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KINKTOBER '23ㅤDAY 11 [ ARMIN ARLERT X SQUIRTING ] cws squirting + fingering (f) + oral + (mentions of) sex toys ! MDNI

if there was one thing that armin loved, it was to pleasure you.

he would always find new ways to do it — be it to use his cock, fingers, mouth, toys, or just about anything else that he knew would bring you to an orgasm — and although he did it all because he genuinely wanted to make you feel good, one part of him also knew that there was a more selfish reason to it — that being his fascination with you squirting.

armin was obsessed with it, with stuffing you full with his dick, fucking you while toying with your clit, positioning himself so that his length could hit all the right spots inside you and even twisting you into the exact positions that he knew made him reach deeper inside your cunt, ramming his hips against yours until the clear liquid was exploding from your pussy, your moans loud as you dragged your nails down his skin, screaming about how good it was. but beyond that, he enjoyed it even more when he knelt between your legs, two fingers pushing in and out of your squelching pussy, bending and pressing into that one spongy spot that made your legs tremble around his head, almost threatening to close up around him, while he sucked on your sensitive nub, tongue circling and flicking over your clit until, once more, you were cumming, this time all over his face, drenching him in the clear liquid — and if he said that wasn’t almost enough to make him cum in his pants untouched, he would be lying.

he would toy with you any way he could, constantly searching for new ways to pleasure you, never afraid of trying something for the first time. some days he would ask you if you wanted to try a new toy, a recently bought dildo in his hands as he spoke — and just as eagerly as him, you would agree to it, almost immediately jumping into your boyfriend’s arms, letting him kiss down your body and spread your legs apart before starting to use the vibrating toy on you, thriving off of every moan you let out until you finally came all over him.

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officialparentofadrien · 9 months

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𝑳𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒏𝒐 𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒑𝒂𝒔𝒔𝒆𝒅

Two years ago, Armin Arlert left you for Annie. You wanted everyone to be happy, so you let him go. Now, a reunion brings you two together once again. Armin and Annie have broken up, but you were not aware of that.

This is Canon Divergence, mostly based on my own OC. Which means that Eren is alive. And there's no EreMika here sorry. I don't really like that ship.

Pairing: Armin Arlert x Fem! Reader, Armin Arlert x Annie Leonhardt (Past relationship) Warnings: Curse Words, Heartbreak, Break-ups, Some mentions of gore, Armin's kind of indirectly a jerk, Mental Instability, Existential Crisis, S**cidal thoughts (For reader but tbh who in AOT is mentally okay?), I love Annie but- Genre: Angst with a happy ending, Fluff, Hurt-Comfort

You sat on the floor of your bedroom. You still couldn't believe what you heard. Armin's in love with Annie? Is that why he's been avoiding you? You cradled your head in your hands, breathing heavily.

"I can't believe this..." You whisper to yourself in disbelief.

Annie? The girl who killed your best friend?? Why is everything going so wrong? You've never felt so alone...She killed your best friend, and now your lover is about to leave you for her.

Who are you, really? What...What are you here for? What's your purpose in the world? Your future...You wanted and imagined that Armin would be in it. But now...It all seems so...So bleak. So far away. What now? Is there really a future beyond Armin? Was it all a mirror of delusion that's now come shattering down on you, and you're forced to pick up the pieces, cutting your flesh and searing scars deep into your soul.

Everything was going so wrong...Because not too long after that, you were all locked in a cell. The cold metal of the locket Armin gave you seared through the fabric of your skirt. You dished it out of your pocket and stared at it. You opened the locket and looked at your and Armin's picture. You both looked so happy and so in love...Then you looked at him from the cell across you, he was staring into nothingness. 'Together For Eternity' it read on the front, engraved on the metal.

"This is a promise, a promise that I will love you forever." You remember him saying. What happened now?

You sat up from the cold, damp floor and threw the locket across you, landing by Armin's feet. He looked up from his feet and at you, eyes wide. "You don't have to be tied to your promise anymore." You say, before lying back down on the floor. You didn't have the energy to argue, to fight back. You'd rather just...lie down. And wait for the end, maybe?

Yet you found yourself fighting back, fighting for survival. Especially after Hange's last words to you before they sacrificed their own life.

"I know it all seems so bleak right now, name. You don't know your place in the world, Death is stomping over the soils we call our home...Your first love just dumped you. But I promise you, there's a future beyond this...beyond that. Beyond Armin. You just have to fight to see it."

A lot happened during the rumbling and after it. When you left Paradis, you were unsure and scared. But you wanted to see it through because like Hange said, you're strong and there's a future beyond the storm.

Now, you find yourself sitting down, drinking tea on the deck of a ship, on the way to Paradis. It's been two years since then, you wonder how everyone is doing?

Historia sent you an invitation, wanting to reunite everyone and have tea. Also meaning that she wants everyone to hang out. You were unsure at first, but then realized, what the hell? Your friends are still there. Even if you've left letters from Armin unread and unopened, you still missed your friends. Seeing Armin would just be like the little thorn on the rose.

But there's no denying your love for him. You still very much do.

As you walk down the pier, you breathe deeply as you see familiar faces and hear familiar voices. The salty sea air and the waves crashing against the shore, the chatter of the people around you, it all played at the same time.

You were greeted with hugs and excited voices. Connie was especially excited to see you, his "bro" as he said. "It was no fun without you here bro!" He said, in those exact same words.

You greeted them all, and for keeping up polite appearances, even though you didn't want to, you greeted Armin and Annie, separately (strangely) with smiles and a calm voice.

"Name. It's so good to see you." Armin says cheerfully.

You nodded, also smiling back. "It's been a while...Commander."

The formal way you addressed Armin sent a pang to his heart. His face fell and his smile became a little strained. He remembers writing letters to you, in hopes of maybe just...maintaining a connection. But every time he sends out a letter, nothing ever comes back in return. He only knew to hope. And that created feelings of conflict inside him. Who did he really love? Did he really love Annie?

He shakes his head. No, it's you. It's always been you. You, who was always there for him whenever he felt like he can't even stand. You, who always swooped in to save him whenever death was marching towards him. It was always you.

But now begs the question...Do you still love him? Would you still take him back? How would he win you over? He has to convince you that he will never leave you again.

He looks on with a longing gaze and a brewing sense of guilt and regret as you interact with the rest of the group. Your smile was so radiant, your laugh was so melodious and you just looked...so, so beautiful.

You didn't willingly interact with him and everyone knew better than to make things awkward by bringing the topic of your past relationship with Armin up.

But then on your 7th night...You stood in the gardens of the inn you're staying at. You couldn't sleep. Maybe you ate too many sweets...But it's DESSERT what do you want to do?? Eat it, duh.

You thought everyone was asleep. You thought everyone retired for the night. But you were proven wrong when a voice cut through the silence of the night.

(To be continued, Part two)

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hajiberry · 2 years

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7:25 a.m. - armin arlert

Catching your breath you look down at armin, head laying down on your thigh while he gently kisses over the soft skin. His hair messily fallen over his face but he still looks so pretty, blissed out on you.

“love you”, he mumbles into your thigh,

“love you”, you whisper back, not wanting to speak too loud and disturb the peace of the morning and the moment. Sliding his hand up your thigh to your hip he slowly rubs circles against your skin, smiling at the goosebumps that begin to litter your skin.

“Do you wanna shower?”, he asks, still not lifting his head from your thigh, but moving his eyes to watch your face. Giving him a smile you nod.

“You’ll have to get up”, groaning softly he sits up, kneeling above you now.

“Can we just do this all day?“, you giggle, bringing your hand up to brush his blonde hair away from his face.

“Stay in bed feeling each other up?“, he laughs, shoving your face gently into the pillow.

“Yeah sure”, rolling off the bed he shuffles into the bathroom, two seconds later you hear the stream of water from the shower, the sound inviting you into the bathroom. Strolling in you hug armin from behind, leaving light kisses along his shoulder blades.

“I’m working from home today too”, turning his head he smiles at you,

“Told you, you should”,

“Yeah yeah”, you say, letting go of his warm body and stepping towards the shower, reaching your hand in to test the water. Once it’s to your liking you shrug your t-shirt off, stepping in and lightly sighing. “Don’t complain about how hot it is”, you call out, right before he steps in behind you.

“You know cold showers are better for your skin”, he says, reaching up to grab his face wash.

“Are you implying something with that statement”, giggling he shakes his head,

“No, your just always on a new skincare kick so just thought you’d want to know”, you hum in response, reaching around him for your body wash.

“I’ll continue to enjoy my hot showers”, you say then smirk before adding, “but if you wanna look into cold showers it might be smart”, with a small gasp he looks at you, insult written all over his face.

“That was so rude”, smiling you continue washing your body, watching him move around you to get his shampoo.

“Pretending that you use your own shampoo I see”, looking at you he laughs,

“What’s with the attacks this morning”, laughing along with him you shrug.

“Not attacking just joking”, he hums, bumping his hip against yours as he sets the bottle back down.

“And after how I woke you up this morning you should be extra nice to me”,

“Oh should I?”,

“Mhm”, leaning towards him you kiss up his jaw,

“I was just thinking I’d pay you back later”, you mumble, then move away like you didn’t say anything, trying not to smile at the blush on his cheeks.

“How sweet of you”, he says as he leans his head back to rinse the shampoo out of his hair, that image alone makes it extremely difficult to not repay him right then and there.

“Alright well I’m going to eat breakfast and start work”, you announce, stepping out of the shower. Sticking his head out he gives you a look that says ‘are you serious?’, “I’ll meet you in the kitchen”, and with that, you grab a towel and head back into your room, with the feeling that not a lot of work is going to be getting done today.

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darklcy · 1 year

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𝐀𝐥𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐜 : 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟏 | 𝐁𝐮𝐧𝐤

𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 | 𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐟𝐲 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 : armin arlert x reader 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 : 2k words 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐬: slow burn, takes place in season 1, parental issues, grief, insinuations of anxiety, bad language, reader has a bit of a struggle being social. 𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: enlistment ceremony begins. new environment, new lessons, new people. the questions remains of who you'll get along with. 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬 | 𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐭

The sun rained nicely.

Though summer was ending, the heat was as radiant as ever, breaking sweat on the pores of foreheads and underarms. Tension so stiff you could snap with too large of a breath...the vast field of dirt did nothing to console the panic levels rising within the many bodies here.

Fresh cotton firm and pressed to your body, a lightly tanned jacket embellished with two swords crossed on the chest pocket and amongst your shoulder blades. In rows of thirteen, you stood at row three, and in plain eyesight the exact amount of recruits couldn’t be exactly placed. Just over two hundred was where you safely guessed.

Heavy, steel footsteps cracking the earth beneath him interrupted the stillness.

It began with a speech.

╭── ⋅ ⋅ ── ✩ ── ⋅ ⋅──╮

“We now begin the enlistment ceremony for the 104th Trainee Corps!”

Broad, six foot four stature. Rows of crows feet beside the temples. A bald scalp.

“I am Keith Shadis, and I had the misfortune to be assigned to train you bastards, and I’m not here to welcome you at all.”

Quite the face to be greeted with.

“Right now, you’re mere cattle, fit for nothing but Titan food! No, less than cattle!

In three years time, we’ll take you worthless pieces of crap and train you till you break. Give you what it means to go out and fight.”

His voice could shatter glass, and the vessels in your ear drums. Marching up and down the rough soil, his golden eyes were what terrified you the most. The shadows of his displeasure almost hid his stare completely, but just when contact was made, he honed you down like a hawk.

“In three years, when you stand before a Titan, will you still be food? Or will you be a noble wall, shielding the King? Or perhaps, one of humanity’s glorious soldiers that slays Titans?

You will decide.”

The opportunity to take in your fellow peers spread out in peripheral glances, not wanting to suggest any hint of movement. The soldiers on both sides were the only ones taken in full detail.

In the midst of observation, a shadow blocks the glaring sunlight. You swallow down a gasp.

"WHAT THE FUCK IS YOUR NAME?!"

The boy on your left was the target. A flash of blonde hair moves as a salute births from his left arm.

“A-Armin Arlert from Shiganshina, sir!”

A sharp inhale gets stuck in your nose. Whether the hometown mentioned stirred Keith Shadis or not, it was impossible to tell.

..His face pops up again.

“Is that so? That name sounds fit for a pathetic bastard. Your parents name you that, punk?!”

Droplets of saliva shot out from the man’s hoarse yells and onto the boy’s face.

"My grandfather, sir!"

Shadis dares in closer.

“Why the fuck are you here, Arlert?!”

His response barrels out without a breath of pause.

“To contribute to humanity’s victory, sir!”

Armin Arlert shielded himself with eyelids tightly clenched, the power of his proclamation bringing his knees to tremble. Shadis is unmoving, but then he nods.

“How admirable. You will make first class Titan fodder. Row three: about face!”

The jolt of relief makes you breathe again. One more step and it would’ve been your turn.

The boy’s blown out eyes whirl your way for a second as Shadis forcibly turns him around. The air stiffened when the instructor moved past.

Now facing the opposite direction, you were able to examine the rows of fresh faces. Shadis's rite of passage from hell continued with a boy named Thomas Wagner, who became the chosen victim of the new column. Armin Arlert stirred beside you. Through the corner of your eye you noticed a sort of relaxation fall over his face, a bead of sweat trailing down his temple. He seemed as fragile on the inside as he appeared on the outside.

His hometown rings a bell.

For an event so tragic, he appeared delicately. No physical stress signs, or tiresome eye circles. His form was clean cut and professional, despite the obvious fear in his posture. His motive was strong, too. A heroic service to honor at such an age.

He must've noticed you peeking at him for he suddenly glanced over to meet your gaze. His large, blue irises caught yours for a brief moment before you quickly faced front. You could feel his stare linger on your form until he too returned his focus to the front.

╭── ⋅ ⋅ ── ✩ ── ⋅ ⋅──╮

It seems everyone else was on edge, too. The intense aura radiating off Keith Shadis’s skin drove a boy to salute incorrectly, a headbutt to the forehead of an uptight cadet, and a girl breaking position to eat a simple potato.

Such strange behavior from so many future soldiers. The question of friendship pondered in your brain; which faces you’d get along with, and the ones you wouldn’t. Three years is a long time to spend with so many individuals.

“Hello there! I’m Marco Bodt, nice to meet you!”

A sudden voice interrupts the thought.

Raising your chin, you meet the eyes of a towering, dark haired boy with freckles dotting his cheeks. He smiles.

Marco Bodt…

“I’m Marco Bodt from Jinae in Wall Rose’s Southern District, sir! I plan to join the Military Police Brigade and offer myself to the King!”

He was the one standing beside the cadet who suffered a brutal headbutt. Jean Kirschtein, if you recall.

“Oh, hi.”

Marco’s grin stretched at the response. The mess hall was a quaint cabin with plenty of tables to support the amount of recruits, and yet the bench you found home at didn’t accompany anyone else. Laying atop the wood was a plate of stale bread and unfinished vegetable stew, spoon in hand with a bite.

Following induction was the hours of dinnertime and unpacking, selecting bunks in the dormitories and changing into comfortable wear. The bunk chosen for you was the bed closest to the ladder, but what confused you was the empty mattress on your left. No sign of anyone’s belongings or note of claim. Not that it was a problem...Extra space is easy to make due with.

“What’s your name?”

You glance from his outstretched hand up to his awaiting expression.

“..[Y/N].”

The size difference of both your hands is comical, his much larger palm encasing yours. His mouth parts to speak again-

“How big was the Colossal Titan?”

“I heard it could step over the walls!”

“That’s what my family said!”

A blazing uproar from the center of the room drowns out the other conversations. Both you and Marco peer over to spectate the growing crowd circling a particular table, a boy named Eren Jaeger seated at the head. Another survivor from the Shiganshina District, remarkably noted.

The crouching boy beside him spouted questions left and right involving the invasion. The topic of discussion must’ve spiked curiosity all around, including Marco, who made a noise of surprise before trotting over to join the crowd.

The skin between your eyebrows pulled together. A familiar itch in your hands drove your fingers to pick at the cuticles of your nails. Any mention of Shingashina, and the noise drowns out in a blur…

CLANG

The room abruptly hushed when Eren’s spoon dropped from his fingers. He cupped his mouth as he gulped, chin dropping to face the table. The boy crouching beside him tensed, exchanging looks with equally uncomfortable cadets. A sigh came from Marco.

“..We should knock it off. I’m sure we’re bringing up memories he doesn’t want to remember.”

The same crouching boy leaned forward.

“I’m so sorry, we didn’t mean to-,”

“You’re wrong.”

Eren broke out of his trance with a yell. The loaf of bread in his hand smashed inwards from his tight grip.

“Titans aren’t actually as bad as they say. We’ll be equipped and trained with the 3D Maneuvering Gear soon, and when that happens, Titans will be absolutely nothing.”

It was unclear if Eren had hit his skull too hard before dinner or if it was ignorance. “I’m finally able to train as a soldier…I just got caught up earlier. I’m going to join the Survey Corps, and kill every last fucking Titan there is in this world. I’ll slaughter them!”

Your eyelids squint. Ignorance.

Though his determination was inspiring. A roundabout reaction to such a traumatic experience, you thought. Whenever Jean Kirschtein counters his statement with a cocky remark, however, is ultimately the time you resume your meal, drowning out the chaos in your soup.

Marco doesn’t join you again, but he leaves you with something pleasant to dwell on.

He was…nice.

╭── ⋅ ⋅ ── ✩ ── ⋅ ⋅──╮

“Hey, do you think Sasha will be back soon?”

The bunkmate above peeked over the edge to peer at you from underneath, black hair dangling. Lifting your head, you arched a brow.

“I’m sorry, who?”

“Sasha. You know, the potato girl?”

Ohh.

It’d almost completely slipped your mind, her treacherous punishment. It’d been about eight hours since introductions, surely Shadis spared her legs by now.

“It is a little late…”

“Right? That’s what I’m thinking, too. Should we go check on her?”

Just as you were about to answer the door to the cabin flung open. Stumbling inside was a short blonde and a taller brunette, carrying a passed out girl on her back. The blonde clutched onto a canteen of water as she searched the room.

“Does anyone know where Sasha’s bunk is?”

Her sweet voice silenced idle chatter. The dangling bunkmate sat up to point at the vacant space beside you, spurring a tilt of confusion.

“Right here, Christa!”

..It’s not an extra?

Like a mother tucking in a child, Christa dotingly fluffed up Sasha’s pillow and covered every square inch of her body with the blanket. Her boots and jacket were removed and folded off at the foot of the mattress, and beside her head slept the water canteen.

“I’ll leave this water here for her… She must be so tired.”

With that she politely excused herself before heading off to her own bunk, the taller brunette trailing behind.

A groan and whine hummed from her throat. She twitched in her slumber similar to how a dog dreams, legs barely kicking and small noises like yelps coming with it. The girl above dangled over the side once more.

“Seems like she really outdid herself, huh.”

Not looking away, you nodded.

“..I guess she won’t be eating any more potatoes.”

The girl laughed.

“You’re funny. What’s your name?”

Her upside down stare met yours.

“[Y/N]. Yours..?”

“I’m Mina. Mina Karolina, to be exact.”

Her wide, toothy grin rounded the corners of your mouth up.

“..You know, leaning over like that is dangerous. You could fall.”

A blanket of black hair swished as she shook her head.

“If I can’t handle this, then how could I ever handle the 3D-Whoa!”

A yelp whooshed from her as her body tipped over and fell hard on the wooden floor below. The weight of gravity stunned her for a few agonizing seconds, groans of pain the only indication she survived. Your head poked over the edge.

Her pale cheeks flush fuschia.

“I didn’t think I would actually fall…”

You scoff through your nose. Descending down the ladder, you carry her back on her feet with the pull of your hand.

“Are you okay?”

She cradled the crown with a shaky hand, blinking a couple times to knock off the dizziness.

“..Great.”

You allowed her the pass to go up first, making sure she didn’t lose to gravity again. Curfew set in stone pretty quickly afterwards, any candlelight keeping the room alive blowing off into smoke, welcoming the moon’s seductive glow.

You find yourself turning towards Sasha again, watching her dream in bliss. It was a bit strange to share a bed like this, almost intimate in a way. Something especially reserved only for family and friendships. Was it unusual to long for a relationship like that..?

When sleep finds you, the question is open ended.

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kissagii · 2 years

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there is nothing armin loves more than lazy weekend mornings. sleeping in late, holding you close in his arms, whispering sweet nothings as you slowly begin to wake up. cuddling together until the sun peeking through the blinds tells you it's getting late. only then will armin get out of bed, heading to the kitchen with you following him. he lets you wrap your arms around him as he cooks, occasionally asking for help but mostly just enjoying your presence. by the time you're both fed and ready to start your day, the sun is high in the sky. you won't have as much time to be productive, but that's ok. because hours of relaxation with armin is time well spent.

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harventheblorbo · 1 year

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AOT Master list!

Eren Yeager:

headcannons of aot the boys comforting their gn!S/O!

Mikasa Ackerman:

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Armin Arlelt:

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Hange Zoe:

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Levi Ackerman:

headcannons of aot the boys comforting their gn!S/O!

Erwin Smith:

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Reiner Braun:

headcannons of aot the boys comforting their gn!S/O!

Annie Leonhart:

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Jean Kirstein:

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Connie Springer:

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Sasha Blouse:

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Historia Reiss:

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Bertolt Hoover:

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Ymir:

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tonycries · 2 months

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“She My Best Friend, Yeah We Not a Couple.”

Synopsis. You know it’s wrong to fuck your best friend. But how can you complain when you’re slammed against the library desk and stuffed full of his big cock like this?

Pairing. Multiple x Reader

Content. MDNI, fem! reader, unprotected sex, panties in your mouth (+ some other very heinous things), really fucking dirty, public sex, jealous sex (from his side), pet names (my angel), swearing.

Word count. 1.3k

A/N. My ancestors are prolly so proud of me rn. Art by @_3em on X.

“Best friend” his ass.

It’s laughable really - the way those other losers think they have a chance with you when you’re begging for his dick every night.

He’s known you since you were both whiney, snot-faced brats - and right now he’s got you sitting prettily on his lap in a study room tucked on the campus library. Your needy mewls are muffled into the crook of his neck as he holds you steady by your hips, the length of his achingly hard cock nudging the line of your ass.

Panties hastily pulled to the side, your slick pools on his flushed tip, dripping along his length to his tight balls. Pressing hot, open-mouthed kisses along your racing pulse, he drags his hefty erection teasingly along your dripping folds.

God, he could feel the way your pussy was clenching desperately around nothing and it was driving him insane.

Surely that study buddy of yours could wait a few minutes. Who did that scrub even think he was? Eyeing his pretty lil’ best friend like that.

“Hngh- please, I want-.” you whisper into his ear, the heat of your breath sending blood rushing straight to his already rock-hard cock. Your needy whimpers are cut off as he subconsciously thrusts in-between your swollen folds, juices making the prominent veins along his length glisten.

Fuck, this was getting too much for him too.

“Tell me what you want, my angel.” he leans down to murmur raspily in your ear, sending a trail of goosebumps down your spine. You were so fucking hot.

That scrub couldn’t even imagine this. How perfect you were. How wet you were for him. How lustful your voice is as you sinfully whine, “I want your cock in me so badly. Want you to fuck me right here. Right now.”

With lightning speed, he’s got you bent against the cold surface of the library desk, painfully hard cock throbbing under the thin material of your panties. You gasp as his length grinds against your quivering cunt.

Having you splayed out so sinfully for him, he’s never been more thankful that the old librarian was such a heavy sleeper - probably wouldn’t wake up for a stampede of elephants if it happened.

“This shit is getting in my fucking way.” he groans out as a large hand grabs your soaked panties.

A sharp rip! of fabric sounds throughout the still air of the study room. “Much better.” he grins dangerously, harshly groping every inch of skin now laid completely bare for him.

“Please. Put it in.” you mewl, voice dripping with need for him. Fuck, he’ll never get used to this.

“Shhh, my angel.” with a low hiss, he bullies his thick cock into your dripping cunt.

“God. S’tight, so tight. Pussy so desperate for me hah- sucking me back in. She doesn’t want me to leave, huh?” he grits out through strangled moans as he sheaths himself completely into your wet pussy. Shit, at this point they’ll hear him and not you.

Warm walls squeezing him to insanity, he fucks you at a feral pace, pulling out till his tip teases your dripping entrance, only to ram himself fully inside once more.

“Ah! Hngh- It’s too much. Please!”

He would never get to know the feeling of your snug cunt desperately sucking his cock back in every time he rams into you. He would never get to feel the way your walls clamp down on him, struggling to adjust to the burning stretch of his thick cock. He could never make you feel this good.

That loser probably has a small dick anyway.

He drinks in the pornographic ah! ah! ah! leaving your mouth at each harsh thrust, feeling intoxicated off the animalistic cadence of his hips, and the thick white ring of slick forming at his base.

“Shit. Always so good f’me, my angel.” he groans, your pretty moans only making him thrust impossibly deeper in a way that has you scrambling to hold onto the table for support.

His throaty groans and the merciless slapping of his heavy balls against your ass echoes across the room as his fingers dig deep purple marks into your hips.

“S-someone’s gonna hah- hear-”

“Then we must be quiet, hm?”

Before you have a chance to process what’s happening, the wet panties that were tightly gripped in his hand are now stuffed into your mouth. You moan around the large fingers forcing themselves inside, cold rings stretching your mouth as much as your cunt.

His cock twitches as he forces you to taste yourself, feeling you getting impossibly wetter. That’s his girl.

He could never fuck you like this.

Moans now muffled by the fabric in your mouth, his saliva-coated fingers move down to draw rough circles on your clit - making you yelp at the stimulation.

He knows someone could walk in at any moment - and a part of him actually wants it to happen. Let them see, he thinks. At least then those fuckers would finally take a hint.

A soft whine of his name snaps him out of his pussy-drunk thoughts, blown-out eyes now meeting your dazed ones as you lock eyes with him over your shoulder. Lipstick smeared, tears clinging to your lashes, and panties half-hanging out of your kiss-bitten lips.

Ah, actually scratch that - he’s gonna keep his pretty lil’ best friend all to himself.

“Shhh, my angel. I’ve got you.” he towers over you, pressing a trail of kisses up the curve of your spine before angling your neck to attach his lips with yours. He delights in your surprised squeal, clearly not expecting him to kiss you with your panties still in your mouth. But for you, he’d do anything.

Cock twitching, your feet almost lift off the ground as the rhythm of his hips gets harsher. He intertwines his tongue with yours, sweet slick-soaked panties wrapped in the middle. Fuck, he was going insane at the contrast of your soft tongue with the lacy fabric of your panties, hand around your neck getting tighter.

You moan incoherently as he sucks on your tongue, drool dripping down the corner of your mouth and onto the polished library desk.

It was so fucking lewd. Doesn’t matter how many losers swarm around you - none of them deserved you. None of them could fuck you like this.

Your sounds of pleasure get more and more frantic as his cock still slams inside you relentlessly, ringed-fingers continuing their abuse on your clit - getting closer and closer to what you crave.

He can feel the way your walls flutter so snugly around him. God, he’s so fucking turned on that he doesn’t know whether the heartbeat he feels between his legs is his or yours.

Neither of you have to wait long. His tongue still continues its dance with yours, around your soaked panties, as you both cum with a muffled moan.

Your pussy clenches around him as you climax him as if to milk his cock for all he’s worth. And you do, thick ropes of his hot cum painting your pulsing hole white.

Riding out both your highs, he fucks his cum into you animalistically - feet lifting off the floor at his firm grip on your waist and the sheer power of his rough thrusts.

So messy. Damn, he has to send the librarian an apology gift later - a fruit basket or something, he wonders, barely lucidly.

His mind is still foggy as he pulls his sensitive cock out, and pockets your panties for a lonely night without his dear best friend. Promptly plugging his fingers in your quivering pussy, cum smearing on his fingers, he mutters out a quick “Keep it inside.”

Walking out of the heavy, sex-filled atmosphere of the study room, he bumps into that fucking study buddy of yours - running late and clearly surprised to see him there.

With a slow smirk, “Sorry in advance, my girl made a bit of a mess in there. Hope you don’t mind.”

Hey, this is what best friends are for, right?

- GOJO, GETO, Choso, Tsukishima, ATSUMU, SUNA, Oikawa, Kuroo, EREN, Armin

A/N. Teehee *blushes like a slut*

Longfic Sunday incoming if I manage to write 6k words by tomorrow.

Plagiarism not authorized.

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n-agiz · 7 months

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KINKTOBER '23ㅤDAY 5 [ ARMIN ARLERT X VOYEURISM ] cws voyeurism + masturbation (f) + exhibitionism ! MDNI

armin loved watching you. he couldn’t fully explain why, or how he came to that conclusion, he just loved it.

it could be just you doing mundane things — cooking, working on some project, even sleeping, but it could also escalate rapidly, evolving into you showering, undressing yourself, doing just about anything that no one else should watch you do. he felt like a creep for it, like he was intruding on you even if he was your boyfriend, but you didn’t seem to mind, maybe even enjoying the attention, and that made it so he could convince himself that it wasn't all so bad.

his favorite thing though, was watching you touch yourself.

you just looked so pretty, legs spread apart and your pretty pussy on full display for him. the way your fingers moved, circling your clit slowly, pushing themselves into your fluttering hole and coming out glistening in your arousal, made him almost moan just by watching, hard cock hurting from straining against his clothes, but he refused to pleasure himself, too intent on just watching you, and taking in every second of it. he loved how your thighs would shake when you fingered yourself, the way the pads of your fingers pressed into that exact spongy spot that made you moan the loudest making your legs want to close up around your own wrist. you always fought it, though, wanting to make sure armin had a good view of you. you would run your free hand through your body, playing with your nipples, massaging your breasts, maybe even playing with your clit while pushing two fingers inside yourself — it didn't matter what you did, because all of it made armin almost cum in his pants completely untouched. it was such a sinful sight, but so immensely arousing, and he just loved how it all felt, how intimate and maybe even dirty the whole thing was. that was supposed to be your alone time, but you allowed him to watch, and that thought by itself was enough to put him on the verge of an orgasm.

N-AGIZ '23ㅤ REBLOGS ARE GREATLY APPRECIATED !

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rumisgf · 2 months

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backshots with eren are absolutely lethal. like, just imagine.

your head is completely buried into the pillow. eren has your back arched real good for him, one hand on your back to keep it that way. you huff out a moan which each of his thrusts, your slick painting his cock and slowly dripping down your thighs as he’s working your third orgasm. you lean yourself forward in an attempt to give yourself mercy, only for him pull you back all the way on his dick. any time you raise a hand to push him back or brace yourself, he slams it back down and tightens his grip on you. it’s all so dirty.

“fuck ren- i can’t- fuckkk…”

“uh uh, stop running. take this dick.”

he takes a hand and slaps your ass, adding to his collection of red/dark purple marks he’s created. you can barely hold yourself up and as bad as you wanna tap out, he just feels so good.

“s-so good…’s too much.”

and he wouldn’t stop anyway, the lewd sounds of your cunt squelching with every thrust and the view of your ass moving back against him is sending him to heaven. not only that, he knows you love this almost as much as he does.

“throw that ass back. yeah, just like that. my good little girl.”

no matter how rough he was you did what you were told and you took him so well, you really are such a good girl for him. your ass was slamming against him as you took every inch of him, you slurring your words and moaning out for him like a prayer.

“s-so wet..y’ make me so wet..”

and oh, he knows. no matter how much you joke around or are too embarrassed to admit it, eren goes to sleep at night knowing no one could ever have you screaming like this, only he knows how to have you soaked in a matter of seconds.

#aot smut #aot x black reader #aot #aot x reader #eren yeager #eren yeager x reader #eren yeager x black reader #eren jeager x reader #eren jaeger #eren jeager #eren smut #mikasa ackerman #connie springer #jean kirstein #armin arlert

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stxrrydreamss · 4 months

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“Did you hit?” “She’s so bad.” “Was it good?”

“No. She fell asleep in my arms knowing she’s safe from guys like you.”

Armin, Jean, Levi, Kirishima, Izuku, Bakugo, Hawks, Aizawa, Senku, Gen, Tsukasa, Saeyoung, Saeran, Zen, Jumin, V, Yoosung

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darklcy · 1 year

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𝐀𝐥𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐜 : 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐮𝐞 | 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐯𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 | 𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐟𝐲 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 : armin arlert x reader 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 : 1.9k words 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐬: slow burn, takes place in season 1, parental issues, angst, drama, mentions of death, depression, violence, bad language, grief 𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: prologue to the series 'altruistic' i am rewriting from a couple years ago. a desperate search results from grief, and the answer seems to be reachable in the world of swords, soldiers, and war. 𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐭

He wasn’t always around.

In the depths of childhood, you find him there, arm caressing the waist of a smiling mother. Always happy, the two of them were. She wept pure salt at the bundle in her hands, a much smaller human asleep and unaware of the world they lived in now. A name tumbles from her lips, and the man begins to cry as well. What a name, to capture two adults into tears as they watched their newborn breathe peacefully, soon to blossom into a child, embarking their first steps into life.

It’s easy to forgive the world when these thoughts pop up. Images of a newly wedded couple and their baby, instead of the mother grieving her husband, waiting for him at the dinner table to write back.

The gold from the fantasy faded away, replacing the room with a gray, empty house void of that couple and newborn.

A basket of rolls and two cups of water sat at the table for breakfast, yet your mother hadn’t budged. Instead her eyes fixated on the wooden door, as if she could will him back home herself. The both of you knew she couldn’t.

The roll of bread twirled itself on the pads of your fingers. It’s gone cold now.

╭── ⋅ ⋅ ── ✩ ── ⋅ ⋅──╮

Last night, you dreamed of having three sisters.

You shared a bedroom with the eldest, while the vacant room across the hall occupied the two youngest. The mattress you slept on encaptured you in such a warm slumber, it was hard to realize it wasn’t real.

..The door swung open abruptly, a stampede of footsteps thundering inside.

"[Y/n]! Are you awake yet?!"

"Wake up, wake up, wake up!"

"We'll drag you out of bed again!"

Their names were Thea, Clara, and Maria.

The living room roared with sunlight, as if the house itself had awakened from hibernation and pranced with the sisters in their excitement. A gourmet of foods laid out on plates for breakfast, a mixture of fragrances wafting throughout. A woman wearing a delicate apron warmly greeted you with affection, a kiss decorating your cheek, then your sisters’.

“Good morning my loves, and miss Maria.”

Maria was the youngest. The woman swooped her up into her arms and pecked her face with kisses, earning her with sweet giggles.

She appeared heavenly. Her skin bounced off the sun’s reflection and her smile was so beautiful. She prepared the meal as if performing a dance, a relaxed expression never swaying. It was melancholic to see her this way, as you soon realized you’ve never watched her be this happy. So at peace, no evidence of worry with the lack of stress lines on her smooth face.

Overlapping chatter broke the trance as the sisters found their respectable seats at the table. They didn’t question you for still standing, instead the meal began without you, a normal conversation taking place amongst themselves. It was disorienting. Was this how life was supposed to go? Were you allowed to take part in this meal?

“ [Y/n], please sit. Your food’s getting cold.”

..You decided yes, you were.

The rest of the fantasy was carried out in a similar manner. A layered dress now clothed your body, clean and pressed to fit the standard. The others wore garments of their own, the woman looking the most glamorous of all. The heels of her boots clacked against the wood floors, and all you could do was watch as she tied on her poncho, yet again caught in a transfix.

A hand grabbed hold of your right. It was Thea, the eldest.

The city had been changed, as well. Signs of wealth and abundance at every corner, showing an exact replica of the inner cities, deep inside royalty grounds. The stalls alongside the sidewalk provided a variety of embellishments. Brand new collections of clothing, rows upon rows of fish and clay pottery laid out , hauling all the way down the street.

A purple bonnet stood out in the sea of clothes. The woman chuckled.

“Do you want it?”

Her gloved hand dug a couple coins from her purse to hand over, the vendor sliding the bonnet towards you.

“Have a good day!”

She squeezed your shoulder before pursuing down the sidewalk, the sisters finding interests and desires of their own. A surge of heat spread over your cheeks, your lips following it with a grin. You wished to follow them, to be a part of them forever. But the warmth was gone when your feet didn’t move.

…Brought back to the real world, you opened your eyes to meet the wall of your empty bedroom, no loud siblings to wake you, and no delicious meal awaiting downstairs.

No other sign of life, except for the sobs that tore the insides of your throat.

╭── ⋅ ⋅ ── ✩ ── ⋅ ⋅──╮

The hand that gripped yours now wasn’t gloved, nor as loving as Thea’s. The walk through town was vacant and still, a hushed dread hanging over the citizens that dared anyone to speak up. The purple bonnet was nowhere to be found, and not a single vendor was selling clothes today. It was a lucky day if there were any fresh produce on the market.

A piece of carefully folded parchment in a tight clutch reminded you the reasoning for today's outing. Lugging you down the streets, the brutal reminder that today was Wednesday hung from the cloudy skies. Post office day.

The entrance door loomed over your much smaller stature. Much like the walls that bordered the city, your neck craned up to get a better glance while she removed her hand to enter, her fingers returning to yours after the door shut. At the desk was a man who appeared busy with paperwork, his eyes flitting up to meet yours for just a second. The paper crinkled as she slid it over the desk.

"I'd like to ship this letter to the Survey Corps headquarters, please."

Her voice slightly wavered as she spoke. The man stared at her for a few blank moments before reaching over to grab the envelope.

"The Survey Corps, huh? I'll make sure this travels there safely."

He then smiled, tipping his hat softly. She thanked him with a nod of her own. It was always him working, but with each visit his kindness remained. Perhaps it was the smile that brought reassurance to other families, but she merely sighed and dropped her chin as you exited the building. You two knew better.

It was dusk by the time you made it back home. The sun had fallen and painted a sunset behind it, a mixture of purple and red mixing with leftover clouds. Nighttime would be here soon, another day ending. She didn’t say it out loud, but the tally marks she imprinted in her mind each night was easy to deduct. Endless counting and waiting, always waiting. But even without her vocalization, the physical manifestation of his prolonged disappearance, you'd already begun counting, as well.

The skin inside your mouth tore away with another bite as another tally mark drew itself. He’d been gone for five hundred thirty-six days.

╭── ⋅ ⋅ ── ✩ ── ⋅ ⋅──╮

The events of Wall Maria replayed itself in dreams. He’d been recruited just a couple days prior, and though he wore a loud sneer to calm her, you saw through the facade. His hidden terror, his trembling knees that threatened to give way. He was afraid, probably the most afraid you’d ever seen him.

Once the news reached the town square, the mass destruction that slept just beyond the border, your mother sobbed for days, grieving under the belief he had perished at the hands of beasts. A violent death that promised suffering and blood shed, it was an image so horrid it terrified you. But as mysterious as miracles are, he was still alive, and was granted the opportunity to return.

It was the happiest you had ever seen her. Tears of joy decorated the floors as she embraced him, one of his arms around her while the other held you. It was so overwhelming to see him again, all you could do was cry. A couple hours was all he promised, before he had to embark on yet another adventure.

As his figure recessed further and further into the city, it dawned upon you that it was easier this way. With him being gone, maybe he could slip into the grass and vanish into thin air, void from existing. If his living toyed with your mother’s emotions so drastically, maybe it’d be better if he didn’t exist at all.

You missed the couple from your fantasies. The painting of gold, the love in the air that refused to tear away from their grinning faces. Where are they now?

The guilt cracked the vessels of your heart. You should love him. And yet you don’t.

…

…His letter never made it back to your house.

The soldier grimaced at your deadpan stare. He’d just retold the passing of your father, a heroic end met on the battlefield, and all you did was watch. You watched her crumble to the floor in screams and hollers. Her hands quivered under the tremendous weight of her sobs. That beautiful woman from your dream had just died in front of you.

In the arms of your mother, you wept into her shirt. You wept from the guilt that broke you every night, when you longed for a loving family, yearned for sisters to play with, to hold hands with a mother who spoiled you of fresh clothes. He was someone you idolized once, someone you felt safe around. In his final moments, you wondered, did he think of you?

While he fought, did he remember your face? Did he yearn for freedom, while his love awaited his return?

You’ll never know.

╭── ⋅ ⋅ ── ✩ ── ⋅ ⋅──╮

A whole year goes on.

She only becomes worse. Her skin now pale and grimsly, hair unkept and tangled, food untouched. Who is this stranger sitting across from you?

It kept you awake at night, what led up to his departure. He’s all you think of nowadays. The mystery forever unsolved was excruciating, so painful the nails on your fingers itched your skin till it painted red. Whatever the reasoning had been, you wonder if it was worth it. Were there any regrets left behind, any event he wished he could redo? Could you ever find the answer?

…The search began when she didn’t wake up.

Lost to mourn forever, her dreams finally took her away. Wherever she is, you hope she’s happy, as a kiss lands on her forehead.

Somehow in bed, she appeared much more relaxed. She can finally rest.

Leaving her to sleep, you departed from the house, just like he did the day he left. With a measly dress shirt and skirt on your form, you pretended they were the beautiful clothes from that dream as the military training grounds rounded the corner.

A crowd formed a line at the entrance. At the head, a towering man with the posture of an elk, commands dripping from his tongue in a holler. Stepping towards the back, you find your place and await your turn.

Perhaps you could find the answer here.

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mommypieck · 3 months

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⌗︙・armin doesn't like when you masturbate ⸜⸜・

i feel like armin would get really pissed off if he found you masturbating. he's trying to fall asleep until he feels you moving beside him. he turns around only to find you with your hand rubbing your clit. he rarely gets really mad, but you touching yourself without him, makes him furious.

"what do you think you're doing?" he raises his voicethorwing the sheets away from the bed. he doesn't waste any time letting you explain the situation as he pulls your panties down so that he can position himself to your opening.

of vourse you are already soaked when you were so close to your orgasm. he thursts in with one deep stroke, hitting your cervix. he's mean with his thrusts and his only goal is to fuck that behavior out of you. how could you even think about that? is he not good enough?

"how does this cock feel, love?" he asks you, his hand curling on your neck. you moan at his words as you try to explain how good he is at fucking you, but it's too much for you.

"i can't hear you," armin says, "that means i have to go even harder."

you yell out at the next thrust. he's bullying your pussy at this point and you feel bad for being so close. he's usually a sensual lover and this is a new experience for you.

"are you close? because im gonna cum inside of you." in that moment you realize he's not wearing a condom, making the situation way more exciting. you can't hold it anymore and you cum on his cock, your body trashing all over the bed.

it's a heavenly feeling, you have never felt like this before. you had orgasms with armin, but nothing could top this one.

he cums too, filling you up with his warm cum. it feels a bit weird, but you think you're gonna start liking it. something about him cumming inside is just so nasty.

"don't do it again, okay?" armin breaks the silence, "and does this mean you like when i fuck you like a slut?"

#aot x reader #aot smut #attack on titan smut #aot headcanons #attack on titan x reader #attack on titan x you #armin arlert x reader #armin arlert smut #armin arlert x you

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chrollohearttags · 5 months

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the baby trapper | armin artlert

armin wants to make sure you don’t ever leave him. Even if he has to resort to desperate measures

content + themes: porn w/ a little plot, toxic armin making his triumphant return, baby trapping (new to writing this so forgive me if it doesn’t sound right), slight yandere vibes (?) missionary, rough sex, daddy kink, breeding (dk what it is with this man and breeding 😫), unprotected sex, he’s so terrible but he’s so sexy

wc: 1.7K

📝: trying to get my steam back a little and I also couldn’t stop thinking about @levisbaldheadedwh0re and his five baby mamas 😭😭 I’d like to think this is how his ass got them.

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you’d told yourself no..you’d said it time and again that you were done. That this would be the very last time you’d see him..that he didn’t deserve you. All of which were false except the latter. Because somewhere in the back of your consciousness, you knew…you knew it’d always be this way. A tumultuous, repetitive cycle of breaking up and making up even harder. Telling him you hated his guts only got him to be in yours hours later; saying how sorry he was and you’d always forgive him without pause. But this time, he couldn’t be certain…the risk of you actually following through on your promise was far too great. You made it abundantly clear that if he didn’t get his shit together, you were breaking up with him. And to take things a step further, you were moving out of this city and leaving his ass behind entirely. The prospect of you moving onto bigger and better things..new job that paid amicably, an apartment on a nicer side of town than where you currently were and of course, a better man. You had every intention of doing so too. That was until…

“Keep fucking me!…just like that. Right there..”

“Right there, baby? That’s your spot, ain’t it?..squeezing me so fucking tight—“

until you made the rather ignorant choice to make one last visit to the toxic, selfish man known as Armin Artlert. Giving your final plea of sorts; hoping that he’d beg your forgiveness and vow to be a better boyfriend. Because although he wasn’t the best fit for you in the slightest, there was still some semblance of love there. A part of you cared so deeply and didn’t want to let him go. But the truth was, that was pure, unadulterated lust! The connection you felt for him was nothing more than an attachment to his sex..the way he fucked you was incomprobable. Hadn’t met a man who could make you feel the way he did physically. Despite causing you pain in every other area..regardless, you looked past it once he got you out of your clothes and on his mattress, practically breaking the bed frame trying to put you through it.

“Arminnn!….oh my gosh..”

coiling both your wrists and ankles into his grasp, he’d keep you in place, pounding into that core with consistent strokes. Each one going deeper and deeper..drumming out loud whimpers and arousal all the same. A sheath of your juices were leaking onto the sheets, along with staining his cock. He didn’t care..he desired more. Almost as if he were addicted to it. You were already overstimulated; afraid that you couldn’t take another orgasm. All of this came only after he had eaten your pussy to the point of tears. Yet, here he was..determined to get more than his fill. Those blonde locks plastered to his forehead due to the pouring sweat trickling down his body. He always got this way when he was inside of you. The only time he’d give you his all; completely devoted to ensuring that you received the ultimate pleasures. Trembling and shaking, (y/n) gazed into those icy colored eyes, each of which were teeming with lust for you as he finally faltered his speed a little. Those arms..each toned and laced with detailed tattoos stood at your side like that of pillars. “Yes, baby? Something on your mind?”

at the moment, it was completely blank. Your brain dumbed and fucked out by his unrelenting resolve. Not to prove he would treat you right but to ensure that you didn’t go elsewhere. That even if you decided to get in that car tomorrow, drive miles away and never look back, he’d be forever imprinted in your memory..

“I-I can’t..no more, baby. Please…oh my gosh.”

however, that wasn’t the only way that Armin was planning to leave his mark on you. Because little did you know, he had devised a plan to ensure that the two of you would be bound for a lifetime. Whether you wanted to do so or not..

“No more? Oh, sweetheart..I know you can give me so much more than that..” his voice mirroring that of a very nefarious villain. Even patting your cheek and sliding a thumb between your lips for a small semblance of comfort. You looked so cute and utterly pathetic. So much so the sight made him twitch whilst buried to your hilt. That swollen cock head pressing directly against the entrance of your womb. He hadn’t been entirely honest when he invited you over for what he called “one last talk.”..hell, he had no intentions at all of sitting down and discussing the state of your relationship, what he could do to resolve it or how to be a better man. His one and true objective was to get you pregnant! He wanted you to be with his child, so that no matter where you strayed, you’d be reminded of him. He’d constantly tell you how he wanted you to have his baby and that you’d look so pretty carrying it. But you couldn’t in good faith raise a child with someone as irresponsible as Armin! His employment was constantly fleeting, he lacked all the skills required to care for another human being and you didn’t want that risk. But you truly had no choice..no choice but to lie there and take every inch of him as your beautiful brown eyes rolled to the back of your skull. As that appendage left an imprint in the pit of your belly, kissing the inner corner of that cervix. Your legs flailing midair and your toes curling to the max. He wanted to keep you like this forever..admire and treasure his most precious possession..

“I mean..I bet if I do this..” suddenly, you’d feel that swelling tension in your loins deepening when he rubbed your clit with his free thumb. “No wait!—“ “..you’ll come so hard, I won’t even be able to stay inside of you.” His voice is so condescending but soothing in a way. He gave you sweet nothings with the most sour of intentions. Knowing that he wasn’t going to allow you to leave here tonight without every last drop of his seed in your womb. Until he saw the lines on that test indicating a positive result. He needed it..he needed you so fucking badly!

“So that’s why I want you to take it…take all this fucking dick, sweetheart. You’re such a good girl..the only one who can get all of my nut. So do it..take it just like you did the other ones.”

it was then that those vigorous thrusts would resume. Even harder than before and he didn’t care that he had now freed your hands and you were utilizing them as a means to slow him down. He’d merely put them right back where they started. “If you can’t keep your hands to yourself, beautiful. I guess I’ll just have to hold them again.” Meanwhile, he’d release another maniacal laugh and shove his tongue between your lips; swirling it around your own until you were whimpering into his mouth. He had maximized his speed and was rutting those hips until you felt him to the hilt. That tight cunt made even more constricted by his previous loads that had been sloshing around. Throbbing and leaking as he thrashed you around. His thick girth and long length fill every sector of you. He had full dominion over this body and wasn’t letting go!

“Are you gonna do as I asked, baby? You’ll do whatever I want, right?..”

“Y-yes, daddy! Fuck meeee..”

“And you’re not going any fucking where, isn’t that right?..”

“No…oh my gosh, just don’t stop.”

your answer seemed to satisfy his ego well enough and that was all he needed to persist. Smirking down and rewarding you with another kiss, Armin gently stroked the side of your face before leaning back up.

“That’s right, baby. Get used to calling me daddy..because I want to get you pregnant. Fill that pretty pussy up..you ready?” You’d vehemently nod with tears in your eyes. Begging for him to do so..to make you his forever. With only a couple more strokes, he’d take an inch or so out and for his final thrusts, slow down.. “..c’mon, beg me. Lemme hear you say that shit. Tell me you want my babies..tell me you want me to get you pregnant.” Leaving you no option than to do so and truth be told…

“Come in me, daddy! Please..give it to me..”

“There we go…now hold still..”

you wouldn’t want it any other way! Finally, he’d come to a halt and you’d feel that earlier throbbing increased tenfold. All that mounting tension of being between those tight walls had finally caught up and he couldn't hold or pull out. “Ah—haaa..shit, coming!”

pulling you into his chest, Armin would empty every last remnant of his cum into your womb, filling your stomach with every ounce, joining the other two that had followed before. You were stuffed to the brim; overflowing with the warm, white substance by the time he finished. Those strings of silky fluid didn’t come without a chorus of empty ‘I love you’s’ and tearful cries. He made you linger on every word. Hold on to hope that he meant what he spoke. But even if there wasn’t a hint of truth in his statement..

“Thank you, sweetheart…for letting me fill you up..look at that. Gonna look so pretty with my baby..I love you.”

it was too late. You were already trapped inside of his web!

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