you were probably the baddest bitch in the entire schoolâno, you wereâand there was without a doubt always a set of eyes on you no matter what you did in that building. always showing up with a fresh set of braids or even a new lace front, brand new filled lashes and acrylics that you liked to keep trendy from the 90âsâyou always looked good.
you were a living bratz doll because fuck barbie.
so you could see how everyone found it a complete shock when you walked in to school and immediately found your way to arminâs locker kissing him good morning in front his friends.
âhey baby, i made this for you,â you smiled up at him brightly, your braces matching the color of your hot pink hair. you handed him a container of food that you proudly made the night before; what youâd usually eat for your lunch period and remembered that youâd promised your boyfriend a plate of.
eren and connie watch in complete shock as armin mutters something to you with a smile and peck your lips with a bright blush on his face.
i appreciate you so much, is what he told you.
âdudeââ connie grabbed armin back by his collar the moment you kissed his cheek and walked away. âwhat the fuck what that?â
armin doesnât wait till lunch to start smacking down on your delicious food. âmy fucking girlfriend made me lunch?â armin spoke with a mouthful of oxtail and rice in confusion.
âno shitâhow is she your girlfriend?â eren asked, causing the blonde to roll his eyes. âno seriously. how the fuck did you get hot ass y/n to date you?â
good dick, armin wanted to say badly.
but instead he shrugged and took another mouthful of food. âbeing funny goes a long way.â
but that was three years ago, and now you both were seniors in college; still in love. over time your style started to dye down and you hadnât realized that you were actually subconsciously matching your style with arminâs until you noticed that you hadnât had colorful hair or worn excessive jewelry in months. your hair was natural, simple colors, having being ginger for the past year or so.
you still had your nails done sparkly and your lashes cute as ever, but you actually dressed a lot like him. your love for miniskirts gave out a few months ago, but you still enjoyed your platform boots. instead, you were wearing more button downs over your skirts if you did wear them, and blazer jackets with stockings and some small platform shoes. you dressed like a cute schoolgirl now.
armin actually hadnât noticed the similarities in your style either until you asked him where your favorite shirt of his was so you could wear it to school. of course with high pink cheeks, the boy dug into his dresser and pulled out your favorite shirt that you loved to see on him. armin loved how you were your own entity of femininity. you were never afraid to wear gallons of perfume or fix your makeup in the middle of classâeven if it wasnât the time. you were different from the other girls at school. he loved you for it.
the truth was; armin made you feel safe. you were defensive as hell when he became your chemistry tutor, not because you were rude but because you were socially awkward when it came to new people getting to know you. but once you actually got to know armin outside of school, you actually preferred his quiet aura much more than the messy ones beside you. the football team, the cheerleaders; they all gave you migraines.
âyou know what white boy, you ainât so bad after all,â you grinned at armin when you finally started to get a set of practice questions right. âi like you.â
little did you know that, that like would turn into love and adore barely a year later. armin allowed you to be vulnerable in his grasp. a lot of people tried to look into your relationship from the outside and had no idea why you were going out with such a nerd, but he really balanced your personality all the way out.
he was the sensible one between you both. you wanted to impulse shop with whatever money you made from your job and armin compromised with you that heâll buy whatever you wanted with his own money as long as you saved yours to buy the more important things you actually needed like the car you desperately needed to get to classes.
you wanted to fight someone for disrespecting you? usually armin was there to hold your earrings and make sure your necklaces dont snap, but he also tried to calm you down and deescalate the situation most of the time. although your anger wasnât directly toward him, with a glare, youâd leave whatever environment you were in and hold his hand tight in attempt to not run back and run up on the bitch that tried you.
his quietness matched your expressiveness. you werenât even âloudâ. but if you were passionate about something, you were going to make sure them people heard you. and armin always heard you. he always listened. whether it was about breaking a nail in gym or simply feeling like you werenât smart enough for whatever STEM class you took that semesterâyour man always made you feel like you were in a safe space. you were able to be yourseld aeohnd him.
and boyâwhen he saw you without any braids or a wig onâitâs safe to say that you two solidified your future marriage.
armin was perfect for you and you could care less about who had what to say. at the end of the dayâthe pipe was good as fuck.
people overlook armin because heâs a nerd and keeps to himself, but heâs super tall and skinny compared to you so just know that third leg is fucking insane!!
like truly. you werenât even sure how you survived the first time having sex with him. you expected armin to be a little unexperienced, but that boy knew what the hell to do okay !! he knew just how to touch your body and where. he knew your stressors, your pleasure spots, and even areas that you didnt even know you could feel good in.
your sex life was perfect.
but there were times where youâd finish your homework ahead of time (really not at all) and armin would always do his work with you perched up in his lap. usually youâd listen to music and fall asleep against his chest as he worked out his study problems, but today was different. you were needy.
âbaby,â you whined from arminâs lap. he mindlessly ignored you as he stared down at his homework on the table. his large hand rested comfortably underneath your shirt, holding onto your breast for comfort like he usually did unconsciously. ââmin,â
âhmm?â armin looks up at you with the pair of innocent eyes that you always managed to fall in love with.
âtake a break,â you tried to encourage. âiâm bored and youâre not helping.â
letting out a breathless laugh, armin began rubbing his pale hand against the deep brown of your skin as he spoke. âyeah? whereâs your homework, dove?â
you rolled your eyes. you didnât want to think about homework right now; you wanted your boyfriend to stuff you to the brim and fill you like he had no more left to give.
you ignore arminâs question and get straight to the point. âfuck me,â you whisper with a pout, pulling his head into your chest. âplease baby.â
âone more question?â armin teased. he knew how bad you needed him, but he just liked watching you beg. he enjoyed the fact that there were equal dynamics in your relationship. he let you do whatever you wanted outside the bedroom but in??? oh you were all his. you did whatever the hell that boy told you as soon as he got you into a bed. or a bathroom stall. or a corner. or an empty classroomâŚ
with a huff, you role your eyes and nod your head, completely missing the smirk that fell onto arminâs face when he began to feel your thin clothed core rub against his crotch. you were now almost doing a full split against his lap, the only thing separating you two was the thick fabric of his cargo jeans and the thin fabric of your panties that you liked to wear.
as a small sign to tell you to stop, armin slipped his large hand (he actually has very big hands. idc!) under your skirt and rubbed small circles against your soaking cunt, warning you to behave seeing that there were two people studying in front of you. to them, it just looked like you were big on PDA, listening to music on your boyfriendâs lap while he did his work.
but what they didnât know what that under the table, armin was discreetly helping you lift up to sit on his now free cock. with a small gasp, you screw your mouth shut when you notice a pair of eyes glance at you. you pick up a random book from arminâs pile and pretend to read it, when really you stuffed your face in the pages just to hide your twisted expressions.
armin continued to rub your clit through your pushed panties as you rocked your hips against him in a circular motion. it was a good thing you two were in the back of the library, in order for the two people to see you bouncing up on your manâs dick, theyâd have to squint pretty hard.
âohhh,â you moaned, clenching around armin. this causes him to grip onto your waist tightly. heâs posed that he hated it, but you knew deep down he loved it when your cunt gripped him like a vice. he always busted like two minutes after you did.
if there was one thing about armin; it was he was damn good at vouyerism. no one expected the nerd to be fucking anyone in such public places, so he got away with a lot of shit. no one ever thought twice about him fucking a girlâand the schoolâs hottest one at that.
âjust like that min,â you barely whisper, almost bending over the table for a new angle. at this position, armin got a clear view of your ass as your skirt began to fall against your back. he rubbed his hands against the plum of your skin as he played with your dripping pussy.
the both of you freeze when the pair prepares to pack their stuff and head out the library, completing their studying. they take about a minute or so, and while the whole time youâre trying to hold your breath from letting a moan out, armin is still discreetly thrusting into you with very slow but very deep strokes. there was a point you felt him hit your cervix once.
once the pair was gone and you knew the library room was completely empty, you let out the loudest moan into the arm of your sweater. âarmin,â you cried as he sped up.
âyou liked that, baby?â armin teased, fully bouncing you on his cock now. âyou liked almost getting caught.â
he was so right, but you werenât gonna tell him that.
âoh, iâm gonna cum,â you whine , throwing your head back. to aid your orgasm in arrive faster, armin pulls your back flush against his chest and rubs your cunt faster.
ââm almost there,â he whispered. your legs fully gave out minutes ago, so now armin was doing all the work. he never minded though. he liked using you like a puppet sometimes. you close your eyes and clench tightly around him as you feel your orgasm approaching.
ââmin âmin, âmin!â you scream into your hands, finally feeling yourself soak his green cargos. arminâs orgasm immediately followed right after, filling you with so much of his cum that a lot of it leaked out while he was still in you.
letting out a hum of satisfaction, you crane your neck so that you were looking up at armin. blond locks sticking to his sweaty skin, he smiles down st you once he sees your fucked out face. with a smooth kiss, you proudly swallow arminâs lips in your own, sensually making out with him.
âfuck, fuck,â armin groaned against your lips. you were sure you wanted to go another round after hearing him. ââm gonna pull out, âk?â
you lick your lips and nod your head, eyes still closed. with one grunt and a loud âpopâ from your pussy, you gasp at the sudden empty feeling between your legs. armin leans over to grab a roll of paper towels the library kept at every table and quickly cleaned you up.
with a peck to your forehead, he smiles at you. âiâll give you more later.â you grin brightly and kiss him. you loved him so much.
The season 3 intro has elements of every intro before it and it threw me off so much. I was about to start bopping to Guren no Yumiya but them and then it went a little to the left omg
The real feminism is not caring for some stupid trial for some celebrity. I feel like most of you don't know what is gonna happen in a week if we're caught up in this bullshit.
Melissa Lucio is a Texas woman who was wrongly convicted with the death of her child, and she will be sentenced to death on April 28th for a death that she never caused. She was forced into a confession after 15 hours of interrogation.
I don't give a fuck about the results of Johnny Depp's trial, because he isn't being sentenced to death. Feminism is believing the woman you're about to kill.
Save Melissa Lucio.
Melissa faces execution on April 27 in Texas for a crime that never occurred. Help stop this injustice â time is running out.
