“i said i was sorry baby. i’m sorry i’m so sorry! so f-fuck please slow down!”, he whimpers.
you’d been going at it for almost two hours now. milking all his cum out of him. he deserves to be drained for everything he’s worth. to be fucked to oblivion. for his brain to be turned into mush. for him to be crying and whining at the pace you’d been riding him at - begging and pleading for you to stop.
maybe if he hadn’t engaged in such ‘lovely’ conversation (as you had put it) with that cute cafe worker, who was so clearly smitten by his useless jokes and great smile, he wouldn’t be here, having his spent, aching dick being ridden for what felt like eternity.
“sorry doesn’t cut it ‘min. i told you to stop flirting with girls and you didn’t wanna listen.”
you knew he wasn’t actually flirting but it sure looked like it. and that’s enough for you.
“baby fuck i-i told you i wasn’t flirting. please! wh-what—nghhh oh fuck… what else can i do to make it up to you? baby i can’t handle you riding me like this anymore!”, he sobs out, his hands clawing and tapping at your wrists on his shoulders.
then you get a brilliant idea.
“okay. then fuck me from the back. and don’t even think of stopping those hips without me telling you to.”, you demand, lifting yourself off him.
he’s confused by this change of plans from you. normally you would’ve told him to shut up and take it but now you’re asking him to fuck you? where he basically has full control? maybe this is his chance to dom you-
you pull out a black spiked collar with a chain attached.
“put this on.”, you say, in a low, dark tone. shivers wave throughout his body as he looks at you then down to the collar.
“wh-what? i’m not putting that on. no way.”, he refuses, head shaking from side to side. what did you think he was? he’s not some sort of pet.
“it wasn’t a suggestion, arlert. put. it. on.”, you spit, jerking the collar towards him.
again, he looks at you. then down to the collar. disbelief spreads across his face. you’re actually being serious.
seeing as he’s still not comprehending your order, you let out a slightly frustrated sigh.
“did you seriously think i was just gonna let you fuck me wild, on your terms?”, you begin. you move closer to him, “you belong to me ‘min. so put on this fucking collar and get your dick in me. don’t make me tell you again.”
his face is stunned, though his stare kept on yours. you trail your eyes down and take in his leaking, twitching dick. you let out a small laugh.
“what a slut. acting as if you don’t like being under my control, yet your own body is betraying you.”
now armin knew he wasn’t the most dominant in bed. but it was never an issue for him. but what he didn’t expect was for him to be this aroused by your sudden, strong assertiveness. he can’t understand why his dick is so hard to this side of you?
you grab a fistful of his hair, earning the tiniest whimper from him, circle his head around slowly, then face him back and closer to you. there’s nothing but a breath between you two.
“i know you loved every minute of me milking you with no mercy. you love being my bitch. my whore. my pet. isn’t that right?”
he gives you a slow nod, starting to feel himself descend into complete submissiveness to you.
“and you want me to control you with this collar, don’t you?”
he gives another nod. but that’s not enough for you now.
“use your words minnie.”, your voice smooth and sultry. enough to make him melt.
“y-yes. i want you to control me.”
“now say, please control me.”, you beckon.
“p-please… control me.”, he repeats back.
“please make me your pet.”
“please make me your pet.”
“and…please punish me. master.”
“please punish me…”, he trails off, letting out a deep breath and looking down.
“say it whore.”, your grip tightens in his hair, and he winces. that name goes straight to his dick. he looks up at you again, pleadingly.
“please fuck me…master.”
“as you wish, baby.”, you say, with a lick of your lips.
seizing total control as armin thrusts his hips in time with the pull of your hands on the chain, felt nothing more of pure euphoria.
maybe next time, he’ll find his hands accidentally on the hands of that cute cafe worker.
"m-mommy.." he pushed out, the word felt foreign and strange on your tongue for him. yet for you? it was music to your ears. you leaned down to him, analyzing how beautiful he looked when he was at your mercy with tears along his eyelashes.
"yes, dear?" you asked with a leering smile, nudging his face until he was staring back at you with watery eyes.
"can i c-cum?...please?" he whispered, barely loud enough for you to hear it. the silence made his cock hurt as your gaze wandered down his chest and over to his aching, angry red dick.
he opened his mouth to ask again only to cut himself off with a pathetic moan when he felt the vibrations in his ass return. his whole body shook at the intense feeling, falling forward against you for some form of stability.
you cooed at the man, listening to his sobbed moans while your hand travelled until you were squeezing his ass. his knees slid further spread as you did, still shaking from the intense sensations. "i don’t know, honey. do you think you deserve it after what you did?"
your poor darling practically cried from that, letting out a broken sob as he used his hands on your shoulders to pull himself further up your lap, further against you. he nodded his head hesitantly, "y-yes. you've been edging me for s-so long..." he pouted, pushing his bottom lip out in hopes you'd take pity on him.
"mmmm," you hummed, your hands sliding up and down his sides slowly, "has it been that long?" you teased, tilting your head at him like you truly had no idea that it had been 40 minutes of your brutal edging.
"mommy!!" he whined, the word spilling out easily this time as a product of his frustration and desperation. he thrust his hips against your lap, burying his face in your shoulder as he started to cry again.
you bit back a laugh, smiling with amusement at your adorable darling. he was so sweet like this, yet so bratty at the same time. it was almost endearing. and he was so cute every time he was broken down to a shaky, pathetic, mess in your lap--so distressed even though he knew you were the only one who could make him feel better when it was all over. you were the only one who could save him from his torture.
your thumb turned the vibrator up before returning your hand to his hip. "maybe, you can cum this time. if you promise not to do it again." you whispered, stopping him from grinding his leaking dick against you by holding his hips. he knew if he reached down to touch himself then the whole process of his punishment would restart for god knows how long.
"i promise. i promise." he chanted, the words coming out as soft, breathy moans as he pressed gentle kisses to your neck.
you slid one arm around his lower back, holding him firmly against you while your other hand slid down to his ass and squeezed, squishing the plump fat and making him writhe.
with his whispered chants continuing in your ear and his hips trying desperately to push against your ironclad hold, you felt enough pity on your dearest to move your hand from his ass to his untouched dick that had been screaming for attention. your sympathetic fingers grazed his tip which was covered in pre-cum, making him scream against your shoulder. "mmmmm~ AH! AHHHH~!" you shushed him with a soft laugh and he took to biting down on your shoulder to muffle himself, his face flushed with embarrassment.
"shhhh, baby. you feel good?" you asked in a soft tone, whispering to him and making him nod with a muffled hum against you, his mouth still on your flesh.
"mhmmmm." his arms held you tighter, like your body was the only thing keeping him grounded from the vibrator and your hand slowly sliding down his throbbing hardness. he felt like he could burst any second now, having been denied pleasure for so long. but, part of him was still terrified that if he came without you explicitly telling him it was okay, you'd punish him again.
he whimpered against you, pulling his mouth away from your shoulder just enough to speak, a strand of saliva keeping you both connected as he asked, "c-can... can i? please?"
you turned your head to look at him, finding his dark blush, tear-streaks, and disheveled-ness absolutely adorable. "hm? can you what, darling?" you asked, your hand slowly moving up and down his cock in a languid motion while the vibrator nestled deep inside him buzzed.
he looked embarrassed suddenly, like the thing he had been begging for for so long suddenly seemed to crude to utter to you directly. after a moment of staring at you and wishing he could just telepathically send you what he wanted, his body couldn't take it anymore and he looked down at his lap, seeing you stroking him and blushing even more if that was possible. "...cum." he confessed so quietly you would've thought it was the wind if it wasn't for how his pretty, wet lips moved.
you kissed him, softly, slowly, enough to make him whine again and chase you when you pulled back. "you can cum, baby."
he would've been thrilled if it wasn't for the way you pulled your hand away from him. his eyes watered again and he looked like an abandoned puppy, even though he was still safely sitting on your lap.
"what? it's your punishment. you can do it yourself, can't you, sweetheart?"
HEY! DID YOU ENJOY THAT? CONSIDER LEAVING ME A TIP! :) IT HELPS THIS BLOG STAY RUNNING AND PUSHES ME TO WRITE MORE TO FEED ALLLLL YOUR FICTIONAL FANTASIES <3
ugh just needed to write this down i swear i’m ovulating i’ve been in a mood lately
mmh mmh something something making a guy orally pleasure you - really fucking his face, him drooling all over himself and he’s getting pathetically, humping-against-the-nearest-object-horny - until you’re satisfied, after a nice toe-curling orgasm
and then yawning, staggering off towards the bathroom: “i’m gonna take a shower love”, whilst he blinks, hesitantly asking “but what about me?”
and you return, raising an eyebrow “what do you mean, you had the honor of pleasuring me, what else could you need?”
and perhaps, if you’re feeling merciful, offering him a very cold shower after you yourself are done showering, because only your pleasure matters, not his
cw: sub!levi, femdom!reader, dacryphilia, spitting, unprotected sex, edging + overstimulation (m. recieving), oral (m. recieving), degradation, a little bit of aftercare, riding, restraints, levi calls you miss
wc: 2.7k
a/n: im literally in love with him goodbye everyone.
Retribution is normally in your bedroom.
A habitual creature at heart and core leaves him stumbling to your quarters in the middle of the night. It’s late - when the rest of his soldiers have fallen into a deep sleep and the entire hallway echoes when he steps. A single flickering candle rests in his palm but he could make it to your bedroom with his eyes closed.
A heavy sigh falls from his lips as he makes it to your door. His heart is hammering in his chest, hand trembling as he closes his palm into a fist and knocks. Always three times, precisely before he waits, taking a sharp inhale to ease the nerves he attempts to push aside. His eyes flutter when he hears you undo the heavy lock on your chamber doors, pushing it open with a faux surprise when you see Levi.
His skin is warm. He’s sure it’s unlikely that his expression is a proper match for how he feels, eyebrows stitched together fitfully. Still, you don’t falter. You greet him with an exceptionally warm smile, eyes full of mirth. He knows you’re not surprised, but you make a game of playing pretend. Levi is half-way between a scowl when he looks at you, never mind his pounding heart.
“Oh? Captain - what are you doing here so late?,” you ask, bemused. Levi considers temporarily turning on his heel and leaving. His frown deepens but it doesn’t seem to discourage your antics and Levi figures that you’ve never really been deterred by him anyways.
You smile wistfully, challenging - damn, you’re going to make him say it aren’t you? Levi misses you too urgently to come up with anything half-way solid and sarcastic. Even his pride, normally stubborn, proves to be wholly worthless today.It’s always that way with you.
“To see you,” he replies, scrunching his brow together. You take the candle from his hand, noting the way the wax drips down the sides as you place it on the wooden desk in your study. With the lights dim down like this it makes it hard to see, but your hands are familiar. The brush against the shaved sides of Levis hair as you cradle his face in your palm.
“To see me? Aren’t I awful lucky?,” you quip. Your thumb smooths along his cheek bone, and even in the darkness of the hallway - Levi can see light in your eyes. You make everything feel easy and in turn make Levi frustrated. He couldn’t explain it himself. Rather, he places a soft hand on your wrist and closes the gap between you. He can taste your amusement on your lips, the small noise of surprise when he kisses you. Something akin to need flares up in his chest.
He’s just as surprise as you are when he pulls away, inevitably. Your smile is stretched so wide your cheeks sting as Levi sighs.
“Would you let me in already?,”
You grin, stepping aside and letting Levi into your bedroom before locking the door. For all the things Levi is capable of, subtlety isn’t one. He sits on the corner of your bed with his arms folded in his lap - eyes heavy on your figure. You smile at him.
“Something you want, Captain?,” you hum. Levi says something in his head, a furious blush creeping down his neck as he watches you approach him. Like a cat, or a viper - more like. He spreads his legs for you place your knee between them. You curl your knuckle and drag it along his sharp jawbone, stopping underneath his chin before tilting his expression up towards you. Levi breathes a sigh of relief.
Levi has never understood religion at its core. The only religion Levi Ackerman has ever understood had been full to the brim with corruption.
Yet, when Levi is at your waist with his eyes held high, you are something of a deity. A religious altar. There is relief in your all-knowing stature, endless wisdom of all Levis sins. Levi has nothing to hide from you, your gentle prying eyes and loving gaze. Between your legs is an appropriate place of worship. He stares at you, brow hardened until your thumb brushes his lips and he opens his mouth. You smile when he takes you in, tongue soft against the pad of your thumb - there’s something like approval swimming in the sharpness of your expression.
For Levi, your touch is indeed dominion. An unworthy worshiper who’s to please the lord that reigns above him, protects him from whatever evil, and loves him wholly. If that is what God is meant to be, then Levi can understand it.
Dominion. Divinity. God. You. These things are all the same to Levi. Truth awaits him in your quarters, with your dress pants tugged past your thighs and your leg hiked over the bed. The first step to retribution is honesty, Levi figures.
The words are still hard to get out, but you’re patient. Your thumb presses down on the tip of his tongue, eye brows quirked. Amused.
“Well? What is it, boy? Is there something you’d like to do?,”
Your knee presses against the stiff outline in his pants. A choked gasp leaves his mouth, eyes fluttering closed as he nods.
“Yes,”
“What would that be?,”
Levi chokes as he feels your knee lift up, grind against the cloth. The contact is so barely there but his body is attuned to your touch. He’s half-hard, gritting his teeth. His forehead falls to your mid-section, brows furrowed as he gasps.
“I need you,” Levi croaks. His voice is trembling, the brush of your knee against his half-hard cock making it hard to speak. You tilt your head to one side, going hard. You push Levi softly onto his back, hands on either side of his head as your thigh presses against his cock. Levi lets out a sharp gasp - squirming under your curious gaze.
“Need me to do what, Captain Levi? Answer me,”
“Shit, need you to touch me, Miss,”
You grin, your expression lit up with pride. You lean down, nose brushing against Levi’s with a smirk. His hands come up to the front of your nightshirt, fisting the fabric. You kiss the furrow of his brow
“Is that so, Captain? Where exactly do you need me to touch you?,”
Levi whines, throat hoarse as he feel your hands graze over his chest underneath his white shirt, unbuttoning each one slowly. Your mouth singes his skin, open mouth kisses littering his neck. Levi doesn’t even get angry when the hickies you bite into his neck are above the collar - though he’s sure his cadets won’t let it go when he blushes because of them
Right now, all Levi can feel is your hands, pinching and twisting his nipples. You brush them with your thumb, till your tongue laps at the hardened buds. You feel Levi take in a sharp inhale, your hands resting on his rib cage
“Where do you need me to touch you, Captain Levi? Tell me,”
“My,” A furious rush of scarlet litters Levis neck, chest and cheeks. Levi isn’t very good at being vulgar with you but your expectation weighs heavy. He shuts his eyes, gasping as your hand slowly travels lower.
“Need you to touch my, ngh - touch my cock, Miss,” he breathes, barely getting the last bit out, “Please,”
“Need me? Is that why you came waltzing to my bedroom in the middle of the night Cap? Did you come here just for me wreck you like a cheap slut, Captain Levi?,”
A soft gasp tears it’s way from Levi’s throat. Humiliation flood his gut, sends butterflies leaping into his throat. Levi nods, peers into your heavy es as the travel down his body with the reminder that here, he’ll always be second place to you. Excitement rushes through him, trying to find the words to say - but it gets caught in chest somewhere.
Levis response is cut short by your hands, fingers looping into the waist band of his pants and swiftly pulling everything down, all past his thighs. His cock bobs, heavy with pre-cum against his stomach. The tip is bright red, almost purple and Levi feels like he might cum just from seeing your face next to it. He gasps, sitting up and leaning on his hands to watch you with heavy eyes.
“Beg for it. Captain,” you hum, lazily pumping his cock in your hands “Beg me to make you feel good,”
“Fuck, please,”
“Look at me,”
Levi watches from heavy lids. Your mouth kisses up his thighs, teeth digging into the flesh with your hands finding purpose in holding him down. You’re slow, patient. A small kiss gets placed on the tip, the wind getting completely knocked out of his lungs. Down his shaft, your tongue slides over the vein as you take him fully into your mouth. Sinking down inch by inch, Levi groans as he twitches inside the warm cavern of your mouth.
You play Levi’s body like an instrument - by now it’s what Levi expects. Still, caught off guard at the way you swallow him down your throat before stopping just as an orgasm starts. It leaves his cock aching, impending orgasm making it feel like he’s ready to explode. He needs it, and he’s going crazy with the way you’re holding it over his head. Bobbing your throat and swallowing, making him feel so damn good, but stopping right before he can release. Frustration bubbling in his gut, Levi chokes out a heavy sob. His hands still at his sides - obedient.
“M-miss, can’t can’t, fuck - please let me cum, please - shit, I can’t do it,” Levi sounds good when he begs, begs you. He would never be caught begging anyone for anything but he’s pleading through the haze of an orgasm and the carefulness of your touch. Your eyes quirk when his cock is in your mouth, smiling at the tears that slide down soft cheeks and angular jaw.
“You wanna cum? Couldn’t even make me cum, could you?” You pause, getting up. You carefully undo the belt from his pants that had previously been pushed off before facing him level again.
“Why would you, mindless little fucktoy like you can’t think about getting off and following order - isn’t that right Captain,” you muse.
“The chain of command here means you’ll always be below me, Captain - that’s where you belong,” you say, barely hiding the sarcasm in your voice. Levi feels dizzy. Nodding deliriously, he lifts his hands up. The warm leather wraps around his wrist not once, but twice as you fasten it together. Tied arms fall back onto the bed, and Levi groans as he watches you get undressed. Your panties make a slick sound as you shimmy them off.
Levi’s mouth waters, smoothing his tongue over his bottom lip as he watches you. Your thighs make it around either side of his. You slide your dripping cunt right against the length of his cock, letting it rest against your navel. He can feel the swell of your clit pulsate, how warm and tight you must be. He’s restrained by the weight of your hips but he bucks them up anyways.
You lean forward, cupping your jaw in your hands. Squishing his face together, you raise a brow.
“Open,”
His eyes widen as you spit into his mouth - cock twitching against your stomach as you do. Groaning - the sound of your laugh making his chest ache. Levi barely has time to watch you. His eyes rolling into back of his neck, thrashing as he feels your cunt wrap around him.
“Fuck, fuck - it feels so good. W-wanna cum,” Levi admits. You raise a brow. Levi can barely contain himself, the pleasure curling inside of him. It’s all so humiliating, how much he loves it and how much he loves you. You’re ruining him and he loves it. His hypersensitive cock is aching inside of you. So tight - like silk. Everything is blurry.
“You can cum, baby - but I’m not stopping till I’m satisfied,”
Your grin is wicked and Levi watches wide eyes as you lift your hips all the way up before slamming them back down again with no warning and no mercy. Levi groans loudly, your hands swiftly on his chest as you bounce yourself on his cock without any mercy. His throat flutters, the need to orgasm growing impossibly worse as you fuck him at this agonizing pace. The sound of dripping cunt riding him fills the room with lewd noises, pleasure thrumming in Levis ribs.
Your tits are bouncing as you fuck him so roughly - so fast and so hard that each breath feels sharp. Wet pussy dripping all down his cock, down past his thighs with disregard for Levi’s helpless warnings about just how close he is. It feels so good he’s seeing white behind his eyelids, spine arching off the bed as he breaches his first, painful and broken orgasm.
Levi can’t get the words out when he finishes, unable to do anything but choke out a loud moan of pleasure, body twitching. Despite the fact he’s just cum you hold up to your promise, not even pausing. A satisfied grin makes Levi look at with pleading eyes, brows furrowing in overstimulation. The way his body is seizing is makes his voice cease. Everything comes out in a silent scream or pitchy moan. Pleasure that’s ruining him, tears of frustration running down his face as his cock remains painfully hard and hypersensitive.
“Holy shit, shit - wait, fuck,”
“So selfish captain, telling me stop when you haven’t even made me cum yet,” you say with a heavy pant “Needy fucking cumslut, not even telling me stop are you? Want me to keep going even though it hurts, right? Filthy,”
Levi shuts his eyes hard. His lungs feel like they’ve collapsed. The smell of sex and your nails scratching down his chest make his nerves stand on end. Everything is hazy - not a single thought in his head belongs to him as pleasure and pain mix and make his skin burn up. The dull throb of pleasure has him hiccuping with an uncontrollable sob. The sound of his broken voice is like music to your ears, your own orgasm impending. You lean back, letting your fingers toy with your clit.
Levi watches you through lidded, tear-stained eyes. Another weak spurt of cum shoots inside of you, thin and messy. His nails have dug tightly into the palms of his hands, gritting his teeth as he feels you.
“So fucking vulgar, Captain - this is what you came here for, right? Just here to do what I tell you and take it like an indecent brat,”
“G-goddamn it, shit,”
“Cumming twice in one night - you love how much it hurts right? Our Captain Levi is a painslut ‘n a masochist, isn’t he?,”
Levi’s heavy lids blink up at you, your face twisted up in pleasure as you ride his softening cock. Your fingers dance across your clit expertly, slamming down till you’re fully seated as you get yourself off using his body. He looks at you needily, not much left of his voice.
“Please, please use me, make yourself - haah, fuck, make yourself cum,”
You collapse forward, shockwaves of pleasure ripping through you. You let out a silent scream as you connect your mouth with Levis, moaning into his mouth as you ride the high of your orgasm.
When you pull away, Levi is still caught in the throes of subspace. You pepper kisses along his forehead and cheeks, cupping his face as he grows soft.
“So, Captain, how was that? You feel okay?,”
Levi frowns at you, wrapping his tied arms around your neck. He buries his face in your shoulder, groaning tiredly.
“It was good. Now untie me,” he demands, though you’re almost positive it’s because he wants to cuddle. You chuckle, kissing the crown of his forehead.
You lean back, undoing the ties on Levis arms and holding his wrists. He sits up, burying his face in your chest with his tired arms loosely around your waist. Your fingers scratch his scalp warmly, cooing praises about him being your good boy off-handedly before tapering off in idle conversation. That’s how Levi likes aftercare most, the vibrations of your voice as he cheeks are pressed against your tits.
Levi is hugging you but he’s at your mercy all the same. Aching body, covered in hickies and bruises and nail-marks - he’s at your mercy.
warnings - vomit, blood, mentions of abuse , injuries
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The flowers had this magnificent pale blue color to them, the sun hitting them just at the right angle and the sage leaves accented the stem, the weight of the beautiful petals making the stem slightly wilt downwards .
this piqued armins interest, so much so that he walked towards them , feet trudding against the soft sand. As he comes close the overwhelming smell of coconut with a hint of sea saltseasalt overwhelmes his senses, his nose srunching up in question, the scent resembling of clean linen,a quite odd observation , even more so for a flower .
Just as he reaches to pick the flower up, the sun all of the sudden blazes furiously, the rays bouncing everywhere and blinding armin, now groaning as he squirms in abrupt discomfort. His feet dig at the sand … or what was the sand… the feeling of plush fabric instead meeting his skin, surrounding his body in comfort and warmth.
Snuggling further into this random source of heat, the sudden realization hits him. His eyes open the tiniest bit and he stops for a moment … this isnt the beach… in fact he’s laying on a bed… an unknown bed
At this his body jolts upward and armin frantically looks around his surroundings, the white pillows and the grey blanket not correlating in his mind as his. ‘This isnt my room’ the panic quickly sets in, quickly throwing the blanket aside and standing up abruptly which proves to be a grave mistake as a headache and the urge to vomit surges up his throat.
He clutches his stomach as he runs to the bathroom ,quickly kneeling over the toilet, emptying the contents of his stomach, the acidity already making his throat burn angrily. The sound of quick footsteps echo the walls and he goes to turn his head towards the door when the second round of bile threatens to escape his throat.
His ingers clutch the toilet ,violently puking when a second presence is felt . armin feels someone kneel next to him and gently rub at his back
“Its okay , its okay ,let it all out “ you push his bangs away from his face while the other hand rubs at his back . armin lifts his head up ,groaning as he moves away from the toilet feeling his head throb way too violently.
You hand him the cup of water and pain killer you set down when you entered the bathroom
“Here take this, dont move too much . your head is most likely killing you” he takes the items and pops the pill in his mouth quickly downing it with the water. When he sets the cup down he looks at you ,eyes squinting, clearly confused
“Where am i ?”
You chuckle lightly, standing up and lean against the counter “you dont remember anything do you huh?” the boy sitting on the floor thinking ...
Suddenly armin visibly stiffens, his cheeks flushing “uh w-ww di-idnt do i-it ,rig-ght?” his eyes all of the sudden finding great interest on the floor tiles .
You give him a light smile and laugh even louder this time “no, no we didnt ,dont worry about that. Here cmon” you reach out a hand to lift him up off the floor
He takes your hand sheepishly ,shoulders relaxing in relief, his red cheeks calming down “ then what happened? Why am i here ?” he asks following you out of the bathroom and into the room.
You cringe at the events that happened the previous night and you wonder if you should tell him everything. You head over to your drawers and open them, turning your back to the stumbling boy “well you got extremely wasted and this creep saw that you were alone and he tried messing with you but i took care of it”
your hands clench harshly at the shirt you were holding thinking about the old fuck. God humans can be pieces of shit
“Oh.” armins bit his lip and he desperately tried to remember exactly what happened , your answer being quite vague , but this did nothing but make his head throb once again . wincing in pain he goes to lifts his hand up to hold his head when he notices the bandages around his wrists ‘what happened ?did i get injured ?’
After picking out what you needed , you turned to face him and you catch his line of sight , looking at his wrists . as if you heard what his thoughts you say “ the perv was being really aggressive towards you and he injured you quite badly but i brought you up to my apartment and fixed you up a bit “giving him a warm smile you hold out the clothes you had previously searched for
“ here , take this and clean your self up a bit then i can take you home, yeah ? you got a little bit of a stain forming on you “ you chuckle, head nodding towards the vomit on the shirt before walking out ,leaving him in the room alone
His eyes widen at your comment immediately rushing to the bathroom and sure enough his vomit is all over the shirt , the mirror reminding him of his earlier commotion . armin sighs in embarrassment ,blue eyes scanning his appearance, finally now knowing how much of a hot mess he looks like . he notices another bandage on his face, his cheek specifically , a bit of blood staining the white bandage along with another few scratches all over his face.
His finger traces around his facial injuries ‘wow, what exaclty happened last night ?’
He shakes his head , not wanting his head to pound again, instead just focusing his attention on the shirt you gave him noticing that it looks similar to the dirty one he is wearing currently.
‘Oh god …..dont tell me …. Im wearing her clothes ‘ the realization hits him and his ears turn an angry shade of red. ‘God how much more of a burden can he be to you ?’ he groans before closing the bathroom door
…
As soon as you close the door , your eyes land on a very dishevled eren leaving his room , hand shielding his squinting eyes away from the harsh sunlight “what happened ? i heard what sounded like someone vomiting” his morning voice rasping out, following you to the kitchen and sitting down on the kitchen bar stool
“Oh he woke up and well... , you know how hangovers are like “ you open the fridge , scanning the interior “wait why is the fridge empty ? i thought i told you it was your turn to go grocery shopping this time ? what happened ? “ you frown turning towards him, crossing your arms
Eren only yawns and stretches his body, not seeming to mind that you were glaring holes at him “dont you remember ? i couldnt go so you said we’d go together after we ate something yesterday but then you got too caught up fighting someone if i recall correctly ” he confidently said, fingers tapping at his chin , eyes meeting yours, glaring back.
You sigh giving up “ ahh yeah i remember now….” you take a quick glance around the kitchen and see nothing of nutritional value “ the hell are we going to eat then ? and why didnt you clean up the medical supplies from last night ?” you badger him looking at the medical supplies messily strewn all over the counter
Eren scrunches his face , hand running through his bedhair, still groggy from just waking up a few minutes ago “ we can always just doordash something” he picks up the bottle of rubbing alcohol remebering how you carried armin into the apartment when he passed out and set him on the couch leaving eren to tend to his wounds.
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Just as armin was falling , passing out after just vomiting all over you , you quickly grab at his waist and preventing him from hitting his head on the floor . the stench of the vomit was awfully intense and you scrunch your nose trying to stop the smell from affecting you “ can you be any faster over there ? you tease seeing him struggle with the keys , his fumbling being weirdly endearing somehow
“Im trying , im trying. I swear this cold is messing me up or something “ he puffs out now fumbling with inserting the key right . you roll your eyes upon seeing this , giving a light chuckle before reaching a hand underneath the blonde boys legs and bringing them towards your chest, effectively lifting him up bridal style.
You walk into the apartment and set the boy softly onto the couch before looking down to the mess that your clothes are in , heading towards the bathroom “ hey eren could you patch him up for me ? i have to clean myself up before he’s not the only one with body fluids all over the floor.” you smirk
Eren scoffs “dont you go throwing up on me , you hear ? i just mopped the floors yesterday and im sure as hell not letting you mess my hard work up “ he hears your distant laugh down the hallway , before the sound of boots fade, leaving him alone with the boy
Eren looks at the boy slowly sliding down on the couch and ultimately sighs before going to the cabinet where all the medical supplies are stored. He opens it while lowly muttering “just cause my dad was a doctor and he taught me a few things doesnt mean i have to tend to everyones wounds “
Grabbing a few bandages and bandaids, and rubbing alcohol, he grabs a stool and places it in front of the boy. ‘Your injuries shouldnt be that bad ‘ he thinks before he lifts the boy and positions him upright. Immediately the sight of scarce blood and vomit greets erens eyes . eren winces in slight sympathy and disgust before he wipes armins face clean with the cloth he has in hand and disinfecting the wounds next
The rubbing alcohol stirred a reaction out of the blonde boy seeing as he squirmed in discomfort , the position he was put in faltering, falling into the nearest thing, which so happened to be erens chest, more specifically his neck
Eren was flustered ,not knowing what to do he freezes , his ears turning red upon feeling the shallow breath of the boy on, his sensitive neck . Eren looks down and he admires the peaceful features on the petite boy .’he looks so peaceful, pretty even ‘ eren stares for a bit before he snaps out of it and pushes the boy off his chest , tending to his wounds , doing what he first came to do.
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“ i left the supplies out because i knew i would have to tend to your wounds too “ he gets up , walking to the other side of the bar, heading where you are
You squint your eyes in visible confusion “ my wounds ? what are you talking about ?” he scoffs rolling his eyes, “dont play dumb with me , you beat up someone to a bloody pulp and dont expect any damage to your hands, more specifically your damn knuckles ? “
He reaches down, grabbing your hand and lifting them up as to make a point “look at this “ you look down towards your hand and the sight of multi colored bruises,blood and even some open skin greets you.
“ you didnt let me tend to them yesterday so let me do it now “ you meet eyes and his are practically pleading you, but before you get to open your mouth to say anything, you hear rustling and you look behind eren to see what it is .
Armin is awkwardly standing there in the living room, the clean shirt you gave him reaching his knees , and the sweatpants a bit too baggy . you have to physically stop yourself from cooing , the sight being way too adorable for you to handle this early in the morning
Eren senses his presence as well , turning around , both of you guys forgetting about your previous conversation . you clear your throat, sensing some sort of tension in the room “ hey youre finally out ! i was going to make you something to eat but turns out the fridge is empty “ you rub your neck sheepishly , making a mental note to go grocery shopping asap .
Armins eyes widen at this , his hands extending and quickly shaking “ oh no no , please you dont have to, i dont want to be more of a bother than i already am ,” he shyly looks down at the floor , swinging his body , slightly nervous
You smile seeing his cute habit of not making eye contact, fetching your car keys off the wall “ well i bet youre missing your home right ? i can drive you home now if you want “ you also grab the plastic bag off the floor by the corridor
Armin seems to stiffen again , eren now chuckling , his hands stuffed in his sweatpants , noticing how the blonde boy seems way to nervous around you guys . armin looks at eren momentarily before he looks at the floor again ‘ how the hell do you guys look so good this early in the morning ‘ he thinks ‘ meanwhile here he is looking all messed up ‘
“I actually dont live too far away, i can walk home by myself “ armin lies straight out of his teeth , clearly not doing it well judging by the look of your face . youre not convinced seeing as the whole reason why he’s here in the first place was because he was wandering alone.
“ id feel much better knowing that someone is walking you home , i dont want a repeat of what happened yesterday .” you bite your lip, now staring more intensely at the boy in front of you
Armin mentally groans ‘ damn you and your kindness, why cant you get the hint that he doesnt want to hassle you any longer ?’
“Well um … “ he pauses, intensely thinking of a solution that doesnt involve him burdening you guys any further when he hears some shuffling and then someone handing a phone to him. Armin looks up and green eyes stare back at him
“Do you have anyone you can call ? a friend maybe to come pick you up ? “ eren suggests , reading right through the boy
“ o-oh y-yes i do umm thank you , for your phone i mean “ armin scrambles to take the phone and calls his roommate , knowing for sure she is freaking out about his whereabouts
He hands the phone back to eren and shuffles his feet “ luckily she is around the area and can pick me up in 5 minutes , i can wait outside …” you ponder for a second at this suggestions , before ultimately nodding
“Yeah sounds like a solid plan , okay , here take this bag before you head out “ you hand it over and armin looks at you and tilts his head slightly “ its your clothes from last night , i washed them and folded them , oh and your bag is also inside “ you explain while he peeks at the contents inside grief striking his face
‘How much exaclty did you do for him , he’s the worst guest ever in history , throwing up all over your bathroom ‘ he cringes at the thought. He's definitely gonna think about this experience at night,when he reminisces about all the embarrassing moments he's had in his lifetime
“Thank you guys so much for all youve done , i really do appreciate it “ armin rubs at his nape laughing out softly “ well i should get going “ he goes to the entrance, hand on the knob
“Yeah absolutely no problem , take care pretty boy ! “ you say waving , smiling brightly when you see his cheeks flush once more , eren just nodding goodbye . he waves a small goodbye before leaving , closing the door gently . sighing in relief when he got out.
Armin walks out into the street and sure enough there is his roommate , waiting and the look on her face looks not so pleasantly happy .he knows what is going to happen. he opens the car door ready to hear her badgering soon enough
“Look , mikasa , i can ex-” not so shortly as he begins his sentence, she yells out
“WHERE THE HELL HAVE YOUVE BEEN ? DO YOU KNOW HOW WORRIED SICK I WAS WHEN YOU DIDNT PICK UP MY MANY PHONE CALLS ? ARE THOSE BANDAGES IM SEEING? “ armin winced at her reprimations, slowly sinking further into the passenger seat as she kept rambling, knowing that he has to face her wrath for the whole drive home .
he still has no clue as to what exactly happened last night, the only thing he can do is hope his memories would come back soon and clear up his many questions
warnings - sexual harassment, violence, blood, injuries, cursing, smoking
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I had a sudden urge to write something involving sub! Armin along with sub! Eren and this was the result. This is the first time I’ve written this much and actually posting it so feedback is very much appreciated since I’m very much a novice when it come to writing. Some things to note about this work. This is an reader insert but some things have been determined such as height. Reader is taller than Armin almost the same height as Eren (6ft) and reader is female! With that out of the way please enjoy
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All Armin could feel at the moment was fury. He had spent countless days, even weeks on this project even going as far as messing up his sleeping schedule in order to get the details just as perfect and accurate as he could.
Unbelievable. How does that even happen? Who loses an entire project and blames it on the student ? Armin's cheek flush in frustration, hands tugging at his blond locks, anger quickly clouding his head.
He was so relieved and proud when he finished his project, believing it was one of his best ones yet. Earlier today his professor called him into his office to tell him that they have lost his project and that he would have to redo the entire thing
He couldn't. No …..He wouldn't . He won't redo the project at the expense of his health. Right now all he needed was a drink.
Shot after shot after shot of vodka , until any trace of madness had left his body and instead replaced with intoxication. His small frame was slumped over the bar counter, forehead on the cold smooth material of wood, a contrast to his warm, flushed cheeks.
“ Another shot please “ he signalled to the bartender, words slurring slightly, not even bothering to lift his head up
The bartender gave armin a dirty look as he refilled the tiny cup, pushing it towards him. He immediately chugs it down with no hesitation, eyes crinkling at the burning tingling sensation at the back of his throat.
Relief. His mind was empty as he savored the drink. What time is it ?I should probably head home , he thought, hands reaching for his bag, standing up from the stool he was previously sitting on.
Immediately the pounding in his head threw off his balance, his knees buckling, stumbling. His hand flew to his head to help the pain of the ache.
Somehow he managed to stumble his way out of the bar and into the streets, the lights blinding making him even more disoriented . “oww” he whimpered out, eyes closing as he reached into his bag, fingers searching for his phone
“What the-'' where's the phone? He brought it right ? How is he supposed to call an uber without a phone ? in his panicked state he didn't hear the footsteps approaching him
“A pretty girl like you shouldnt be out alone at this time, especially in the streets “ a hearty deep voice called out to him
Armin narrowed his eyes at his words . Did he just refer to him as a girl? looking up to the man, armin tries to give him the best glare he could muster up
“ i'm not a girl “ he lightly mumbled, “leave me alone “he hiccups right after , hands still searching for his phone
“Aww don't be like that sweetheart” the man cooed, placing a hand on armins wrist, preventing him from moving. “ Here, why don't I take you home with me and I'll take care of you. Can't have a pretty thing like you all alone “ he smirked, now pulling at both of his wrists.
Armin thrashed in his hold, his wrists hurting from the amount of pressure being applied. “I don't even know you “ his head pounding even more.
Why can't this man just leave him alone? All he wants to do is snuggle into his warm blanket. “ leave me alone” he struggles even more , hiccupping as the man now is trying to pull him towards his chest.
“Don't worry darling, I know just the thing to help you, “ the man sneers as he runs a finger down Armins chest, his mouth watering. Armin flinches at the contact , he doesn't want the mans touch anywhere near him.
“I SAID LEAVE ME ALONE “ he yells, managing to free one of his arms from the man's hold. Stumbling back into the wall .
He takes a look at his wrist and he can see that they have turned red, feeling sore . He hiccups again, desperately wishing the man would leave him alone
“Ahhh a feisty one i see” the man slightly taken aback from the sudden shout, eyebrows raising in delight “ i know just exactly what to do with your kind “ walking towards the shaking pale boy, effectively cornering him against the brick wall
What does someone do in this situation? What can he do ? thought armin, his head pounding from all the liquor , not thinking clearly. He just wants to go home . armin sniffles as yet again the man takes his wrists into his hold, too weak to fight back
wait ….. The man's hands are right in front of him ……
“AHHHHHHHH” the man shouts as he brings his hand to his chest, teeth marks evident on his skin “ YOU LITTLE BITCH! I TRIED TO PLAY NICE BUT YOU JUST FUCKING BIT ME !” His face red , disgust displaying on his features.
He lifts his hand and the sudden sound of a thud resides in the quiet street, echoing through the empty space.
Pale blue eyes tearing, his body shaking so much from the cold and the pain, he hiccups as he lifts his head to see a sudden fist swinging at the mans grinning cheek , catching him off guard knocking him to the ground, the heavy man crashing roughly into the concrete
Armin's legs gave out, knees meeting the cold rough concrete, hand raising to his cheek, eyes watering at the pain. Was he just slapped ? How did he even end up in this situation? What is that liquid on his cheek¿
Armin could barely make out the figure of his hero, as the events happening in front of him seem to unfold so quickly, eyes hazy as they adjust to the scene. Who is this person ?
“ HE SAID TO LEAVE HIM ALONE” a voice shouts out as the heavy man's face is being beaten up to the point of no return, blood coming out of everywhere “ YOU BASTARD ! “ the man can only twitch as the mysterious person fist keep coming into contact at every point of his body
Armin is sure the man's nose is broken, purple and reddish hues already starting to form on his face, blood splattering out of his mouth as the girl in front of him kicks him in his stomach, heavy boots furthering the damage potential.
A sliver glint catching his eyes, leading his eyes to her hands, rings adorning each finger , blood now staining almost all of them .
He cringes at the thought of being hit that hard, the girl clearly having strength , the rings only adding to the punches.
The man sputters out more blood, staining the concrete, as the girl gives a final kick to his back, his body beaten to a bloody pulp.
“ Don't you ever try to harass anyone again , you dick “ she spits out, voice venom laced, eyes glaring down at him.
Armin hears the faint thud of the heavy boots approaching him, a body crouching down to his level, a finger gently lifting his chin up, eyes meeting soft ones.
“ Are you okay ?
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You sigh as you tap your boots on the linoleum floors, fingers readjusting your rings on your fingers. How long does it take for someone to take a shit ? God damn it's been over fifteen minutes already
Your hand pounds at the bathroom door “ Eren ! “ you call out “ Hurry the fuck up!” at this point you were considering abandoning him, clearly not in the mood to wait .
“ Give me a damn minute! I'm almost done ! '' a displeased voice calls through the door . you roll your eyes at his response, having heard that exact same thing just minutes ago.
You should’ve never brought him to a mexican restaurant, the man clearly not being able to handle some beans. Talk about being weak
“Meet me outside when you're done “ you say only hearing a grunt in response, signalling your exit. The cold wind immediately hits you as you open the door , cheeks stinging as you pull at your jacket , glad at having brought one.
Your hand reaches into your pocket pulling out a box of cigarettes, looking for your lighter.
You place a death stick onto your ringed digits, quickly lighting it up and bringing it up to your lips, inhaling slowly .
You only allow yourself to smoke when you're having a stressful day or something like that. The sight of you with cigarettes is a rare sight .
What a shitty day you had today. You are glad that going out to eat with Eren cheered you up a bit .
You softly exhale the grey smoke into the air, grinning, content in watching the smoke from a thin stream as it dissolves into the air. You were about to bring the cigarette up to your lips again until you heard a shout .
You know it's a bad habit and that you should stop but it's not like you smoke a pack a day.
Your eyes narrowed, mouth frowning at the noise. What the hell? Another shout erupts , a yell following shortly . That voice……you could hear just the faintest slurring of words .
Your eyes widen at the realization, dropping your cigarette onto the floor, boot smoldering it out heading toward the noise.
Your feet quickly guide you to the commotion, rounding up the corner when a loud slap rings throughout the street
You see a pale, blond boy with his hand on his cheek, on the ground shaking. You quickly look at the man who caused his pain, grinning down at the defenseless boy and that's when you snapped.
You could only feel rage as you kept hitting him on the face, chest, neck ,everywhere you could, eyes glaring down at him, only the sight of blood greeting you.
You didn't even know you hit the man until you felt a burning sensation on your fist.
you kicked him one more time in the back before leaving the bloody pulp of the man alone . God, your hand is stinging so much .
you take a look at your knuckles and they are for sure busted, red and bloody along with your rings. Tch , Damn bitch got blood all over my rings.
You wipe your hand on your shirt before approaching the small boy. His body shaking violently, his whimpering and soft crying pulling at your heart.
You didn't stop . You couldn't. What kind of piece of shit tries to take advantage of a drunk person ? And to even go as far as hitting them ?
You crouch in front of him, hand gently bringing his head up to meet your eyes with his
You take a look at his cheek, and notice how red, almost blistered the skin is , a portion of his lip busted open, some blood trailing on his face.
In the most gentle voice you could muster you ask “ Are you okay ?”
Upon hearing these words the boy starts full on crying, sobs racking over his frame. His head shaking to the side repeatedly, lack of breath causing him to wheeze.
You reach for his hands, holding them gently, rubbing your thumb on the back of his palm “Hey, hey don't cry, the man can't hurt you anymore, i'm not even sure he can stand up “
He looks into your eyes again and he can see the sincerity behind your words, you're not going to hurt him , he's safe now .
The boys crying seem to ease down at these words “ Don't worry he wont do anything to you, i got you, you're safe” You feel so bad for the boy.
His wrists are just as red too, that shit excuse of the man clearly planning on doing something to him.
He was probably just going out for a drink and now he's in this shit of a current situation.
He sighs a breath of relief, crying easing up , lifting up his hand to wipe off his tears but noticing them in the grasp of your hands. His eyes trial down to blood on your knuckles and he feels bad. That must've hurt.
You only give him a smile “ Dont worry about it “ you start to get up, your hands still intertwined with his, “Think you can get up?
The boy nods slightly and attempts to lift himself up, his knees instantly buckling and sending him tumbling down .
you wince upon seeing this, gently placing an arm around his waist, putting his arm around your neck as you pull him up, clearly not being able to walk steadily with his legs
“Thank you “ he hiccups out, teary blue eyes meeting yours . He has really pretty eyes you notice, like a pastel version of blue , somewhat resembling the beginning of the ocean.
Both of you begin to slowly walk towards the store Eren was at. The boy only slightly stumbling on his feet
“Ohh i almost forgot to tell you my name ! im (your name) ! what's yours? “ you mentally slap yourself. How did you forget to tell him that? You only hope he wasn't weirded out by some nameless stranger helping him
The boy slightly stirs in your hold “ m’names armin “ he mumbles, words slurring slightly, his head hanging down, eyes staring at the pavement.
That's a pretty name you think, smiling slightly “ well armin ... we’ ll need to get your wounds bandaged up, i have some medical supplies at home, after that i can take you home . How does that sound ? Only if you're comfortable with it that is '' you ask, not wanting to creep him out
The wind rustles as you look down at him, waiting for his response ,when you notice his body shivering, his arms wrapped around himself trying to preserve his body heat.
How did he manage to go out for a drink so unprepared ? No phone or a jacket ? was he really that unprepared ?
Shit, has he been shivering this whole time? Your so stupid , here you are with you jacket meanwhile hes freezing his ass off. Damn how inconsiderate were you?
Armin shivers, the wind attacking his face, nose red , cheeks stinging even more , the assault and the cold combined .
The feeling of warm fabric draping around his shoulders pulls him out of his thoughts. He looks up to see you properly bundling him up in your jacket, pulling and zipping it up for him.
The jacket is incredibly warm , snuggling into it , reminding him of his blanket at home. He catches a whiff of the fabric ,coconut and clean linen and a hint of cologne, you smell nice.
You chuckle lightly at the sight of him in your jacket. The jacket clearly being too big for him, hanging down to his thighs, armin snuggling further into the warm fabric.
You just realized how truly small he is, the top of his head just barely reaching your chin.
“What about you ? his gentle voice asks, words slurring the slightest , cheeks flushed as he leans into your chest, your hand still around his waist. Wow you're really warm he thought
“ ahh im not even cold , i'll be fine “ you lie straight out of your teeth. Truth be told it's actually pretty cold today , even for you but the boy needs it even more than you do. Its nothing you can't handle
Armin could tell you were lying but he didn't want to give the only source of warmth back so he just kept quiet, footsteps matching yours as you guys kept walking
As you approach the store you see the silhouette of a tall man, facing towards his back “ Eren! “ you call out . The said man turns aroundl his phone in his hand, mad features evident on his face, but a moment of relief flashed when he saw you
“ WHERE THE FUCK WHERE YOU ? YOU CAN'T JUST DISAPPEAR AND NOT ANSWER MY CALLS! You wince at his voice, the sudden loudness making your ears ring, the boy next to you startled as well.
As if just noticing his presence , Eren looks over to the boy and notices the state he was in.
His injuries along with the way he was swaying and stumbling. Who's this? Why is he Injured? Do you know him ? Why is your jacket on him? thoughts swirling in his head, confusion evident on his face.
He looks towards you and catches a sight of dried blood on your hands , mostly on your knuckles. You notice his line of sight and quickly try to move you hand away
You hold out your hand “ im fine i just needed to take care of something real quick” you motion your head towards the boy at your side .
“ don't tell me you- “ he starts, his eyes looking towards yours, disbelief written all over them.
“It was nothing! Look i'm not the one injured. can you help him ? he looks at you still not believing you, ignoring your question as he quips his head toward the blonde boy, eyes narrowed
“Who even is he ?”
Armin ears hurt, the sudden loud noise coming from the man next to you irritating him. When you spoke to him your voice was gentle as could be and quiet compared to the loud voice of this man .
You sigh “ hes drunk and he was being harassed by a man and then things got a little violent, so i took care of it . look forgot about me, i need to patch up his wounds, will you help? "
you try to emphasize the word a little , so he doesn’t badger you about it any further.
Green eyes still glaring at you, “ fine, cmon lets go then, it's getting too late for us to be out. “ he joins your side other side , walking with you in silence
His stomach hurt. How much did he drink? Did he forget that he's a lightweight ? why'd he choose vodka out of everything ?
He could feel his stomach churning and twisting inside him, the alcohol consumed wreaking havoc on his body , groaning at the feeling. God he felt like shit. His eyes winced as he felt something threatening to rise up out of his throat.
Oh no …. The taste of faint vodka reached his taste buds, he gags . how disgusting . he just needs to push it back down . what he doesn't realize is that by trying to push it down he just made it worse .
You finally made it your apartment, Eren fumbling with the keys , when you heard groaning coming from the blonde boy beside you
“ hey armin, are you o- “ before you could even finish your sentence, the feeling of a warm slimy substance on your clothing made you stop in your tracks .
Did he just throw up on you ? sure enough when you looked down you saw all the liquor he drank has been regurgitated onto you.
Armin felt incredibly weak , his eyes feeling heavy, too much effort on trying to open them, the taste on his mouth incredibly foul.
It felt as if someone was pounding a hammer onto his brain. His legs wobbled as the secure arm around his waist was suddenly gone
He just barely opened his eyes to see the material of wood meeting with his head, the impact slamming onto him ……. Was he home ?..... he was just going to take a tiny nap. Just a tiny one …..
Levi might be a brat, but has anyone considered how much of a good boy Armin can be? I bet his neck, nipples and tip are all so cute and sensitive too <3
im such an armin fucker u havent a clue... like thinking about giving him a handjob underneath the table when u go out drinking and having him cream his pants bc his body so sensitive.... brainrot...
so uh... could I ask for that list of characters their fandoms like to think are doms that you think are actually subs? and why? if you’re not too busy ofc, I’m just really interested lol
this is gonna be controversial so if ur a switch look away from this post - these r just my opinions btw!! pls write characters however u please it dont matter that much n i respect ur feelings. pls respect mine!
hq, bnha, aot, and naruto men who seem like doms but i think are subs.. sorry this is so long!
my number one is hq - we will start from there, this list is meant for characters i think highly prefer/completely are submissive. not people who i think switch!
TSUKISHIMA: i know what you’re thinking. i do - but tsukishima is someone who genuinely pegs me as submissive. probably not meaning to discover it and probably not realizing it until he’s knee deep in a committed relationship with someone who keeps him on his toes. the mutual respect in knowing he’s with someone who can dish it out is a kick in the throat for him.
KAGEYAMA: how do i say this... i think kageyama enjoys being lightly submissive because he likes being told what to do and how to please you. it makes the practice of sex easier and enjoyable - plus it helps him decompress
USHIJIMA: genuinely whole-heartedly believe that if this man gave half a fuck about bdsm he would be a submissive man. it’s humbling and ushijima loves worshipping his s/o - submission does that for him to the nth degree. he’s not really kinky but he knows himself and his relationship to his lover. his unavailability is a huge part of his insecurities as a lover - and giving his time and energy to the demands of that person are extremely gratifying. lives to serve.
onto the next! bnha
BAKUGO: this one im actually so convinced on i sometimes laugh when i write him as a dom. i find it incredibly hard to picture. this volatile, emotional, and constantly argumentative man absolutely screams submissive to me. like a punch in the gut, honest to god. of all the men in this list - this is one where i don’t think i could ever really take him seriously as a dom or switch. that’s a submissive man to me, nothing can change my mind sorry!
TODOROKI: another one where i giggle a little bit trying to write him as a dom. not even just cause he’s a sweetheart but because i doubt he’d feel entirely comfortable inflicting violence on his partner - plus mommy issues are simply staring at them in the face like. inexperienced too?
HAWKS: i feel like this one is 50/50 in the sub thing but like...... i see a lot of people write him as this teasing and playful dom but i think sex needs to relaxing for him in the sense that his job is extremely tough. i also just feel like it makes sense. like idek. just the vibes..
lastly aot + naruto..
for aot -
LEVI: a submissive, incredibly loyal and with a deep love for pain and masochism. the captain leavi is tired of taking orders and demands the deep-seated pleasure of servitdue. nothing change this opinion for me. submission is a long-haul game and levi loves being second place. he gets exhausted of everyone walking on egg-shells around him and meeting someone who takes him down a peg makes him feel human + he enjoys it. and masochism is a reclamation of his pain but that’s neither here nor there ! he’s a sub to me, sorry gang
ARMIN: seems obvious but it’s not because of why you think ! nothing to do with the fact that he’s a bit of a scaredy cat and everything to do with the level of devotion he feels to you, truly. something about aot men and proving their dedication to your love, though armin is much more of a praise kind of guy.
lastly naruto!
KAKASHI: nothing can my mind, not a fucking thing. so sorry everyone this man is a masochistic mf and that’s just how it be. real talk, i think the idea of dominating in bed doesn’t appeal to kakashi given the fact that he’s experienced and seen a lot and inflicting on his partner probably brings back a lot of dark memories. being lead is a nice change of pace.
SASUKE: yall not gone like this one.... i know u not gonna.. but this is simply how i see him. i think sasuke needs to be intimate with someone who can easily navigate his insecurities and submission is the most straight-forward route to that. also same reasons for kakashi tbh, the trauma at work.
