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iqzo · 7 months

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FEEL IT

(Jeanxblackgirl, college, au, football player!jean x cheerleader!reader, reader gets caught eye fucking jean in his football attire, jean’s cocky(?), reader’s shy, sex in the lockerooms, football game, half time, quick sex)

“Goooo, eagles! Wooo!” You chant with a big smile as you shake the pompoms in your grasp. You stood at the sidelines watching the team you cheered for getting touchdowns, your eyes specifically on number 17, jean Kirstein, your boyfriend. watching him run the field with his amazing defense skills, swooshing and veering around the opponents with taking moves like jumping over their heads just to score a point for the team. You adored the way he moved across the court with his muscular arms out in display, coated with a full sleeve, his slender yet slightly thick fingers grasped the ball with such intensity that made you wonder how that’ll feel around your neck. Hearing that bell ring signaling that it was halftime you watched as some of your cheer squad went out to the field as the players went back to the lockers. Now you knew it was wrong to follow behind but yet..here you were heart beating against your chest as you watched jean sitting on the bench slouched over on his phone with his legs spread. His helmet leaning by his feet you took discreet glances at the brunette just when he took a look over his shoulder quickly linking eyes with you.

Jeans cocky chuckle echoed, “I saw you y/n.” He says now standing up facing the door you peeked from, you came around the corner with your red bow suspended to the cute little hairstyle you had in your cute red skirt and top matching with his football uniform. “H-hi…jean,” you stammered which you instantly smushed your face in your pompoms from how embarrassing you were. Jean struts towards you. “Why are you still shy, baby?” He questioned with a hum, as his hands situated themselves at your curves, rubbing his thumb against them. His head tilted down to your neck..his pink lips grazing your earlobe as he spoke, “you weren’t so shy when you were eye fuckin’ me out in the field.” Your eyes widened…anit no way he saw you from afar, hearing that chuckle which sent heated shivers throughout your body he slowly lifts his head from your neck now removing the pompoms from your face your eyes met with his lidded ones. Staring down with a deep desire for you. “I—I—“ his fingers landed on those plump quivering lips, silencing you from trying to form a defensive line against his “accusation”.

“Hush, baby,” he smirked softly as the hand that rest upon your lips were now traveling down your curves squeezing them as if he missed them, which he did. Long training days with barely any time to hang out. He looks down with a sly smirk as his bottom lip were rolled into his mouth, lidded brown eyes and his brown hair clearly messy from the way he took the helmet off. “God your fucking adorable, I jus wanna…” his mouth latching onto your neck sucking at it like a vampire in dire need for blood, “fucking..eat you up.” He finished you were now shoved against a wall whimpering at jean’s behavior, “j-jean..” you murmured through a breathy soft moan, he hummed against your neck not showing any signs of removing his lips, “h-half time is about to end.” You alerted tapping on his broad shoulders.

He finally pulled away, not to stop his act. No no no, but to give you a mischievous look. “Well than, let’s make this quick, hm?” Soon after those words left his mouth you were smooshed against the metal lockers and his warm muscular body, his 7-inched cock bullying their way through your pink gummy tightness. Jean’s hand covered your mouth from exposing what ya’ll were doing, since he’s teammates were not too far away, “jean..” you muffled against his hand moaning and grunting from how rough his thrust were.

“Fuck baby.” Jean groaned by your ear, something about hearing a man being vocal—specially your man, your sexy divine man being vocal was like music to your ears. His mouth latched onto your shoulder muffling out his moans, your skirt resting up your thigh as your underwear rest at your ankles, jean’s hips began to stutter indicating he was close, “cmon baby, cmon, cum for me.” He encourages as the hand that was against the locker found itself playing at your twitching bud. You bite down on his finger accidentally, of course. It made jean grunt but he wasn’t focused on that little accident he was more focused on watching you flaunt around with his nut sitting in your womb. Tapping at his toned abs you gained his attention, your walls clenching down on his erection as it continued pounding your walls. “You’re about to cum baby?” He questions with a tone that you knew portrayed the smirk lining his lips, “hmmhmm.” Your thighs shook violently giving up on its strength to hold up your body, jean quickly caught you holding you up as you released your essences all over his pink cock. Him doing the same coating those precious walls with his creamy substances. He pulled out with a lengthy sigh of relief.

“Shit.” He spook noticing his cum appearing to escape from your cunt, “keep that shit in.” He demands while using his thumb to push the cum back into your cunt. You whimpered, “how..” you say in a very tired tone. “It’s gonna spill out while I dance, jean.” You frowned which made jean form a pout on his. His hand coming up to your cheek, caressing it as he stared deeply into your eyes with such adoration of your after-sex look. “You’re so sexy, it’s making me hard again.” Your mouth dropped darting at his cock which started to twitch in your presence’s. “Jean..” a smirk lines his lips as he takes a step forward while you straightened your back to lean it against the lockers, jean’s tatted arms maneuvered over your thighs catching you off guard by the sudden feeling of your feet not being planted on the ground, “one more round?” the brunette questioned while lightly tapping the tip of his cock at your twitching, sensitive bud.

A/n : Comment some other ideas for me to write about 😽

#jujutsu kaisen #anime x black!reader #x black reader #spotify #attack on titan #armin x y/n #connie springer #black reader #aot connie #connie x black y/n #iqzo<3 #jean kirschtien #jean kirschtein x reader #jean x black reader #x black fem reader #football #aot x black reader #black fem reader

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jjkeremika · 1 month

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excited and exhausted

reader x erwin, armin, sasha, hange, levi

description: reader playing the card game “excited and exhausted” with Attack on Titan people

inspiration: anonymous; requested: reader playing the card game excited and exhausted with erwin, armin, sasha, hange, levi

disclaimer/warning(s): nsfw; reader gender not specified so i tried to make it as gn! as possible but could be fem!-leaning?; hange is they/them; licking; lap dance

erwin

you inhaled deeply and bit at the inside of your bottom lip as you watched erwin’s large hands reach for the blue card. you licked your lips as he raised it to his eyeline, noticed the veins and ligaments and tendons in his hand and forearm from his tight hold.

the breathy exhale from his lips soothed your nerves, massaged out the breath you held. “lick your partner below to waist or drink once.”

the leap in your stomach acted without restraint, bubbled into a smile as erwin’s long arms were reaching for your thighs. he pulled you closer, moved one hand to cover your entire exposed calf and held it into the air, right near his face.

the hot breath travelled up the skin, spurred goosebumps and tiny hairs to stand at the sensation as it crawled towards your knee and down your thigh. erwin’s piercing irises stayed tethered to yours as he pressed the lightest kiss to the thin skin of your ankle.

with one hand rolling your cropped pants higher and the second grasped onto your thin ankle, he poked his tongue out, let the hot, wet textured organ slither and slide around the ankle bone, towards the dips in the muscles to your knee.

the red blush on your cheeks was encouraging as erwin’s hands found their way towards your upper thigh and hip, as his tongue reached the crook of your knee and he couldn’t help but sink his teeth into the soft flesh at the helpless gasp from your lips.

the reflex kicked your leg away from his grasp, but his hand instantly reached out, bringing your thigh back to his check and letting his mouth roam towards your crotch. you felt him smile through his open mouth at your melodic giggle.

“what else can i lick?,” he murmured against your upper thigh, the sentence tickling the sensitive thick skin. his tough arms wrapped around both thighs, held you close to his nose. he glanced up, winked cheekily, before letting his tongue explore your heated intimacy.

armin

armin’s cheeks were rouge when you pulled the card game from the bag, and the squirming ensued after reading the rules only exacerbated his mutual excitement and embarrassment at playing and exploring a side he kept hidden even to himself.

you went first, giggled as you noted how much more red armin’s cheeks were compared to the pink card. “take off one item of clothing or drink once.”

having the card near your face did you a disservice, because armin could visibly see the deep blush take settlement. he was about to speak, to tell you not to worry about it, to pick another card like the considerate, courteous gentleman he strived to be—but you had already dropped the card to the table and brought your hands to the hem of your shirt.

his breath audibly hitched, and armin blushed with hot blood as he covered his lap with his palm. he felt he should look away, but he couldn’t take his eyes off your bare chest, his pupils glued to the nipples matching his stare.

his mind was blank as you leaned forward slightly, as his eyes comprehended the closing distance between you. “your turn.” the hum of your voice was usually soothing, but right now it was grasping hold onto his skin, pulling him closer to you.

“i, um.” his pupils were scanning your torso, absorbing the detail to memory. the adam’s apple bobbed in his throat. “yeah.” he blindly picked up a new card, couldn’t spare any attention from you to mind the card. “stick your hand…” each word was slow, laced with a growing arousal. “in your partner’s underwear…”

armin felt his erection battling both his jeans and his palm, moaned slightly into the sentence at the sudden pressure from the growth. “for two minutes…” he finally made eye contact with you. “or drink twice.”

you smiled impurely. “by all means,” you murmured, lifting the band off your waist, raising an eyebrow suggestively. armin relented to the temptation, eagerly reached for you, drool poking onto his lip.

sasha

once the laughter softened and you watched sasha take a swing of her canned beverage, you picked up the next card. you inched your leg closer to hers, felt the heat colluding between.

“drink if you’re the best kisser,” you spoke softly, like raising your voice would break the moment. you made eye contact, coyly hid your face behind the blue card.

sasha smirked knowingly. “well,” she leaned in and lowered her voice, “i feel like—” the light pink hue on her cheeks made your heart flutter. you glanced at her lips. “—we need to compare first.”

she kept her lips pursed, a tiny smirk at the corners. you watched her irises flick to your lips too. sasha continued, ignoring her brown hair as it fell against her cheek, not worth sparing any attention from you.

“is that okay?” she asked you directly, her palm hesitantly hovering over your jaw. her pink blush and shy smile contrasted her confident question, and your lungs couldn’t bear the heat of the air shared between you. “can i kiss you now?”

the words were lost on you, and after a second you nodded. a nod so slight if sasha’s focus weren’t intently on you maybe she wouldn’t have noticed.

her hand collapsed onto your jaw and she lurched forward, practically moving into your lap as her lips met yours. time felt still as sasha surrounded your lap with her thighs, teasingly bounced and sucked the air from your chest.

as quickly as she kissed you she pulled away, the ghost of her lips a faint tingle, the heat from her proximity still stimulating the tissue. her forehead rested against yours, could feel her hot breath swirling with yours.

“you’re definitely better,” she whispered, the disturbance pushing air against the still tickled skin. she looked at you, cross-eyed from just how close you were. “but we should keep going…” her lips were brushing yours, the sensitive tissue tingling. “just to be sure.”

hange

maybe you were a little jealous of their glasses, for sitting so cleanly and nicely on their face, for the way they were constantly touching and resetting the wire to sit properly and comfortably.

hange pushed their glasses up the bridge of their nose and presented the card: “act out any sex position you want to try or drink twice.”

the bottom frame of the glasses covered the awkward blush, but the shy glance to the side was on display, accentuated by the lens. the lick of their lips turned into a bite to relieve tension, and you found yourself heating up and your heart beating faster at the idea.

their curiosity always got the better of them. “actually there is one i’ve been thinking about…” hange reached for your wrists before pausing, reflecting, and settled one onto your lower thigh instead, just above your knee. “may i?”

their sparkling eyes peaked over the frame. you nodded, breathed out, “where do you want me?” and sat up eagerly, body itching to be molded. their smile was enchanting, their addiction to exploration coming to life.

“on your back on the couch,” they answered, voice heavy, contrasting the light in their eyes. you heard a soft, “please,” as you rested back, swooned as hange’s hands rearranged your legs around their hips as they crouched over you.

you brought your hand to their cheek, touched the stem of their glasses to keep them from falling. you thought of closing the gap between you.

you tilted your head slightly. “you look nice like this,” hange complimented in an awkward boldness, flicked their attention from your eyes to your lips, “i-i mean, you always look nice, but—”

levi

levi insisted you read your card first. he brushed your forearm with two fingers absentmindedly as he stared around the room—felt too hot to look right at you.

you hid your face with your palm after reviewing the prompt. “give your partner a lap dance or drink once.” you reciprocated the lack of eye contact, found it hard to lift your stare from the card and redirect your attention from the rumble in your belly.

the shuffling and bending in the couch cushion brought your attention to the shifting body before you. the short man was starting to stand, the lifted weight off the couch making the cushion you sat on feel lighter.

then his hands were on your thighs, dragging you onto your tailbone and low back so your crotch was presented to the air. his firm grip dug into the undersides of your knees, pushed back until your kneecaps were above your shoulder blades.

your lips were parted, eyes just about quadrupled in size. “wh-wha— levi, i—”

his eyes were calm, soothed the nervousness at his sudden action. “baby,” he cooed, exhaled in amusement. levi leaned into you, nosing around your ears and neck as he brought one knee to the couch. “i’m just doing what the card said.”

your heart stopped beating as the blood settled on your skin once you watched and felt levi’s crotch rhythmically dip into yours, blushed furiously once his bulge barely graced your presented crotch.

“levi!” you squealed at the feeling of his tongue against your nape, closed your eyes because the sight was unraveling your guts and burning your insides. “it was my card!”

his shirt was discarded to the floor. levi took your hand and guided it to his savannah hot, sculpted abdomen. he thrusted his hips back towards yours, wiggled slightly for the performance factor, smiled widely as your fingers dipped into the ridges.

your hand stopped exploring his abs, stayed close like a ghost once levi’s beloved stare was demanding yours. he grunted with rhythmic grinds against your hip, spoke between exerted breaths and a naughty smirk, “oh, i was just obeying orders.”

#thanks for the request anon <3 #hope i did it justice #jjkeremika #levi x reader #levi ackerman x reader #erwin smith x reader #erwin x reader #erwin x reader smut #hange zoe x reader #hange x reader #sasha braus x reader #sasha x reader #armin x reader #armin arlert smut #erwin smith smut #levi ackerman smut #sasha braus smut #hange zoe smut #aot headcanons

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seredelgi · 23 days

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Oh yes, you can.

#levi #levi Ackerman #captain Levi #aot #aot finale #attack on titan #s4 #s3 #white t shirt Levi #season 3 #Kenny Ackerman #mikasa Ackerman #eren jaeger #armin arlert

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ackerteasstuff · 1 year

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This is the last time seeing them with their sunshine.

104th squad with their parents ;((

#levi ackerman #hange zoe #best commander #attack on titan #shingeki no kyojin #levi #connie #jean #mikasa #armin #attack on titan season 3 part 2 #attack on titan s4 part3

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clfixationstation · 1 month

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they literally just wanted to be together

#cl thoughts #together forever in hell </3 #eren jaeger #eren yeager #armin arlert #have to do homework? time for eremin brain to kick in #eremin #never getting over it #erearu #aot finale #attack on titan #shingeki no kyojin #attack on titan the final season

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thena0315 · 1 year

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The last remaining members of the Survey Corps

By Illustrator Michelle Sugimoto

#Survey Corps #Scouts #Hange Zoe #Levi Ackerman #Captain Levi #Mikasa Ackerman #Armin Arlet #Jean Kirschtein #Connie Springer #attack on titan #shingeki no kyojin #attack on titan the final season #attack on titan the final season part 3 #attack on titan season 4 #attack on titan season 4 part 3

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sakurarouges · 8 months

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“And so I try to be kind to everything I see, and in everything I see, I see him.”

#a little life #james norton #luke thompson #jude st francis #willem ragnarsson #elliot cowan #zubin varla #nathalie armin #zach wyatt #omari douglas #emilio doorgasingh #hanya yanagihara #watched this 3 times live and it's still not enough #can't wait to see this in the cinema #my gif

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cosmicjoke · 6 months

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Alright... okay... I just... need a moment.

Fuck, I'm emotional. I'm trying to gather my thoughts, but it's difficult. So I'm going to try my best.

First, I just want to say thank you, thank you, thank you to everyone involved in the creation of this anime, of this story, of this masterful, masterful piece of art. The animators, the composers, the writers, the voice actors, the directors, the producers, just, everyone. And most especially, to Hajim Isayama, who, without doubt, has created one of the greatest stories ever told.

And with that said, I'm just going to say this. "Attack on Titan" is, in my opinion, the greatest show ever made. I mean that, sincerely, and with all my heart. It's the greatest show, and one of the greatest stories, of all time. It's truly a masterpiece. A pillar of great art. I don't think that's hyperbole. I think that's absolutely true.

I don't even know where to start.

I'm just blown away. Completely blown away.

Ahh, well, I guess I'll just start by talking about some of the changes that were made, and what wasn't, and how much I appreciate both. I knew they would stick with the overall story and not change the ending, and I'm so glad they didn't, because it was always the right ending. I don't care what anyone says, what anyone's criticisms are. This was always, always, always the right ending.

The obviously biggest change was the conversation between Armin and Eren near the end, and I think, given the controversy caused by this particular moment in the manga, I'm not surprised, and I think they did an excellent job of clarifying what Armin actually meant, and most importantly, that he wasn't ever condoning Eren's actions. That they had Armin instead take on and shoulder the responsibility of Eren's actions, in a show of love and friendship to Eren, was incredibly moving and gut-wrenching at the same time. That Armin blamed himself for what Eren did as much as Eren himself, and said that they would be together again someday, in hell, was actually incredibly shocking to me. But then, it makes perfect sense for Armin's character. Armin, who from the very beginning understood and accepted the bleak reality of war, of having to abandon one's humanity in order to accomplish victory. Armin's never shied away from who he really is, or what he's capable of, or tried to console himself with an idealized self-image. It doesn't surprise me that he blames himself for Eren's actions, or takes on as much responsibility for them as he places on Eren. Though one could argue all day against Armin's self-condemnation, I think it makes perfect sense for his character. I also adore how they really clarified and left no room for doubt as to the motivation behind Eren's actions. He just flat out admits at the end that it was because he wanted to "see this sight", meaning a world completely devoid of humanity, of life. He admits to Armin that he's a "slave to freedom", that this outcome came about because of who he is and for no other reason. Not to make the alliance into heroes, not to save Paradis. It was because Eren couldn't accept a concept of freedom beyond what he'd seen in Armin's book. Because, as he says of himself, he was an idiot who came into power. 80% of the world's population died because of that. But as Historia also admits in the end, it's also a result of ALL their choices. I always have maintained that AoT is a cautionary tale of what happens when we blame and persecute and hold accountable people for the sins of the past. Eren, an idiot, only came into that power to begin with because of Marley's persecution of the Eldian's, continuing to punish the Eldian people for the crimes of their ancestors. Indeed, Historia was correct. It was a culmination of all of their choices. Violence begetting more violence, and on and on the cycle continues.

The Jeagerist's created an army out of fear of reprisals from what remains of the outside world, but in doing so, they sealed their own fate. In becoming so hostile to begin with, they ensured those reprisals. That's the great irony. They formed an army to protect themselves, they became a hostile nation, an isolationist nation, and in the end, it lead directly to them being destroyed. As Armin tells Eren, his violence and desire to see a world wiped clean of humanity leaves them with nothing but the lesson of kill or be killed. It leaves nothing but a legacy of continued violence. That's the whole point of this story, of course. That violence only ever leads to more violence. Even when we don't have a choice, even when we're backed into a corner and there's no way out but to fight, even when it's the right and only choice. That's the tragedy of violence. That's the tragedy of the world. That's the tragedy of humanity. It's not that violence is always wrong. Violence isn't always wrong, but it's always tragic, and it always only leads to tragedy. Armin's condemnation of Eren and his actions here, telling him that he's robbed the world of even the small hope of one day understanding one another, that's the condemnation of Eren's violence, the condemnation of the cycle of violence. He pushed Paradis toward armament through his actions, but so did the rest of the world. People will always fight one another. There will always be war as long as there are people. The only way there won't be war is if there are no people, as Armin says, and that's the biggest joke of all. There's no such thing as lasting peace. Paradis meets its demise in the very end because it falls to the same trap, the same cycle of violence, the same cycle of continued hate that drives all war and that, saddest of all, is intrinsic to the human condition. Violence is intrinsic to the human condition, and to nature itself. In the end, Paradis brings about it's own demise, just as, in the end, Marley and all those who persecuted the Eldian's, brought about theirs. This is an anti-war story. That's what it's always been. Anyone who says otherwise is a fool. But it's also a story about the tragedy of humanity and the inescapability of our nature as a species.

So, okay, now, because I'm primarily a blog which talks about Levi, and because Levi is probably, far and away, my favorite character of all time, I have to talk about him.

What can I say?

Levi was the hero of this final episode. Of this final bow of what, again I repeat, is the greatest show I've ever seen, and one of the greatest stories ever told.

Levi is a hero.

First, if anyone, if I see anyone ever, ever, ever question Levi's commitment to humanity and to saving it ever again, after watching this episode, I will come down on them like a fucking bomb myself.

Levi saved humanity.

They all did, of course. They all contributed.

But Levi... Levi was the leader that saved humanity. He became the leader in that moment that humanity needed. For all the talk and accusations thrown Levi's way, of robbing humanity of it's greatest chance at survival in Erwin, by letting Erwin die, it was in a time of humanities greatest need that Levi stepped up and took the reigns and didn't let humanity fall.

Levi wasn't the strongest in this battle. He wasn't humanities strongest soldier anymore. He wasn't the most affective in battle, or able to single-handedly turn the tide of the battle, like he might once have been able to. But he didn't let anyone give up. He didn't let anyone give in. He didn't let anyone lose hope.

I've been saying this since the manga ended, but seeing it brought to life like this only drives it home all the more.

Levi rallied and organized and held together his soldiers when they were all ready to give up and give in. When his own body was ready to give in and give up, Levi's heart and will wouldn't. It was Levi who enabled Mikasa to deliver the final, killing blow to Eren by not giving in to despair or fear or grief when it became clear that everyone on the ground was going to turn into a pure titan. It was Levi who, in the end, fulfilled the dream of his fallen comrades of a world without titans, by keeping it together and giving out orders, by abandoning his own driving need to save lives, like he's always done, since the beginning, in order save more, in order to save the lives of people who had done nothing, in fact, but condemn and persecute him his whole life.

Levi is a hero. He's a pure hero. He has the purest heart of anyone. He's the best of them all.

And I think the change they made to Levi's final scene just drives that truth home all the more.

I'm not gonna' lie, I nearly burst into tears seeing what they did in Levi's last scene. To have him sitting there in his wheelchair, his body not even a fraction of what it had once been, but still finding a way to help people, to help, especially, children, again, it drives home without doubt what Levi is. A hero. To see him handing out candy to children, to see the happiness he finds in that simple act... Jesus Christ, I really don't even know what to say about this. It was maybe the most beautiful moment in the entire series. Shit, I'm gonna start crying just talking about it. To see him smile, again, at last, to see him truly at peace. He found a way to be a hero, even with his strength gone. He found a way to be a hero without having to be a weapon, because Levi's heroism was never in his strength. It was never because he was physically strong, or a weapon. It was never because being a hero was easy for him. It was because of his heart. Because his heart is the heart of a hero. His heart is the heart of someone who has only ever wanted to help and protect others. That he still wants to and does help people, despite already having given everything...

Yeah, don't nobody ever, EVER say to me again that Levi doesn't care about humanity. He helps even when he doesn't have to. Even when he deserves to be selfish.

He cares more than anyone.

Man, that's all I have for now. I'm pretty speechless about this episode. I'm just beyond words.

Greatest show ever. Not anime. Just any show, ever. One of the greatest pieces of cinema ever made. One of the greatest stories ever told, with some of the greatest characters to ever exist.

Thank you Hajime Isayama, for giving this gift to the world.

#attack on titan #the final season #part 3 #part 2 #Levi Ackerman #Eren Yeager #Armin Arlert #Mikasa Ackerman #jean kirstein #connie springer #reiner braun #gabi braun #falco grice #shinkgeki no kyojin

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xxnothingbutstrangerxx · 6 months

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Shingeki no Kyojin The Final Season Part 3 (Part 2) Illustration Countdown

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zeltqz · 1 year

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imagine armin taking the rice purity test lol

“Hey Armin...”

He looks up from his book at you, sitting pretty next to him.

The way you said his name has him on his guard, on the edge of his seat. Your voice is so crisp and steady, yet the playful look in your eye tells him you’re up to no good.

“Yeah?”

“You like taking tests, right?”

“...yeah?”

You hand your phone out to him, nodding your head towards it as he looks at you skeptically.

You sigh. “It’s not a bomb, Armin. Take my phone and do the test.”

“What test?”

“Do it and you’ll see.” You slip off the couch, stretching your arms out in the air and yawn, body feeling light as you let out all the tension from your muscles. “Call me when you’re done.”

You don’t offer much more of an explanation when you trod off to the kitchen, humming a tune under your breath. Armin looks down at the phone screen. It’s a simple looking quiz, the words Rice Purity Test in red letters at the top has him a little confused.

Why does he need to take a test on rice? And what is so pure about rice?

Most importantly, why did you look so cheeky when handing the phone to him when it’s a test about…rice?

He tosses his book to the side, careful to keep the bookmark from slipping out. Slowly he begins to tick off the boxes. Held hands romantically? He’s never been in a relationship, nor had he ever had the courage to talk to his crush before so no.

Been on a date? Nope. Danced without leaving room for Jesus? What?

It takes him a little moment before he gets it, the lightbulb inside his brain flickers on, flashing as bright and yellow as his hair.

A small gasp leaving his throat has you snickering from the kitchen, already having a feeling he’s finally understood the true intentions behind this test.

He slaps a hand over his mouth, eyes wide, fingers hesitating to scroll down further. He doesn’t consider himself a dirty person, nor someone that has sexual thoughts very often, but hanging out with Connie and Jean has its perks (he hates sitting next to Connie in class because he makes it his personal job to draw little balls on the corners of Armin’s notebook), He’s able to deduce their dirty jokes in record time before they laugh at him for being as innocent as the pure driven snow.

He may not be dirty minded, but he isn’t clueless.

“Armin, is everything ok?” you call out, hiding a laugh when he doesn’t verbally respond, only nodding his head, his fluffy sandy hair moving with the movement. “Tell me when you’re done.”

He’s tuned you out at this point, now forgetting scrolling through the test in chronological order, skipping half the questions to read the rest. It only gets worse. The questions are more obscene, explicit, X-rated, questions ranging from sexual activity, to drugs, to—oh my god, is that beasitality..?— law breaking criminal activity, and just the mere thought of him completing these has his cheeks flushing hot from embarrassment.

You’re able to sneak up behind him, crossed arms resting on the back of the couch. “I scored 70.”

He visibly jumps when your silky voice is so close beside his ear, and he can smell the strawberry flavoured milkshake you’d been drinking on your breath. “70?” he asks, and you nod your head, taking another sip. “Is that good?”

“It means I’m not a whore, a junkie, or a weirdo if that’s what you’re asking—”

“I wasn’t asking that—”

“—but if you think mine is bad, you should see Eren and Jean. Holy fuck, we did it after class and Jean scored 66, Eren scored 64. Connie definitely lied because he said he’d scored 40 but we all know that’s straight up bullshit. Mikasa refused to take it and Sasha scored 90.”

Armin blinks at you, stunned for a moment. He didn’t realise this test was sucha big deal and that everyone took it. Now he’s a little embarrassed because he knows he will score lower than his male counterparts. It’s not that he’s a virgin…ok, he’s a virgin, but by choice.

He gets attention at school, girls show their attraction to him, but he always declines politely, mainly because they’re probably using him to boost their own ego, wanting to go after the more quiet one for whatever reasons they have in their mind.

“Go on, continue. Don’t let me stop you.” You take another sip of the milkshake, and maybe there’s something in the air, maybe the test had gotten to his head because he focuses on the way your lips wrap around the bottle, the few drops of the milkshake dribbling down your chin has him taking a shaky breath, his mind already replacing that image with something else.

“Uh…ok, okay yeah,” he stutters out, ripping his gaze from your face back down to your phone.

His nerves are racing ten times faster with the feel of your eyes watching every movement of his fingers, each box he ticks off. It’s a good thing he can’t see your face, he doesn’t wanna know what kind of face you’re making when you watch him skip past almost every single box, fingers hesitating before ticking off the Masturbated to a picture or video? box.

“You what?” You shriek out by accident, making him visibly jump once more from the sudden raise of your voice. “I would never have guessed that, holy shit.”

“It’s—”

“Relax, Armin,” you giggle helplessly, “you look like you’re 'bout to faint. It’s not a bad thing to masturbate. I just never expected that from you. So…” you tilt your head to the side, corner of your lips curling up in a wry smirk, “ who did you jerk off to?”

“I—I, well, I didn’t—”

“Was it porn?”

“No—”

“Someone we know?”

“I—”

“Was it Annie?”

“No—” His face is beet-red at this point and you swear he’s sweating profusely.

“Are you going to tell me even if I get it right?”

“No…”

You sigh , long, exasperated, shifting to sit next to him on the couch, knee knocking against his from how close you sat. “Alright that’s fair, I guess.”

He blinks at you with those intoxicatingly innocent eyes of his. “I don’t think I’m going to score that high on this.”

“I know that. This is probably the first test you’ll ever fail.” At that he frowns, and you reach out to pinch his cheeks, “don’t be sad, failing this test ain’t a bad thing. It’s kinda good. Means that you’re still…uh, how do I say this politely? Uh—innocent? I dunno, just know it ain’t anything bad, so don’t get upset.”

“Yeah?”

You nod your head. “If anything, the lower score you get on this, the more I don’t trust you. ‘Cause whaddya mean you snorted coke and ran from the police?”

He lets out a genuine breathless laugh, feeling a surge of confidence course its way through his veins. “Ok, I’ll finish the test.”

A couple moments later, he hands you back the phone, a bright red 96 as the final score. Your eyebrows lift when you see it, taking a quick peek over at him. He’s red as a tomato at this point, purposefully trying to avoid your gaze, eyes darting everywhere but your face.

“You’ve never even kissed someone before?” His cheeks tint impossibly redder as he avoids your question, and you bite at your lip. “Want me to teach you?”

He finally looks at you, eyes wide in shock. “Huh?”

“I asked if you want me to teach you.”

“Teach me how to k—kiss?”

You shrug your shoulders, like what you’re proposing isn’t a big deal at all. It’s really not. To someone like you, kissing isn’t even that deep. It’s just a kiss. But to Armin? He feels like he can’t even get a proper sentence out.

“If you don’t wanna it’s okay, I won’t be offended.”

“It’s not that—I just…won’t it be weird?”

“Hm?” You shift a little closer to him on the couch, till his back is against the armrest and you’re hovering over him, arms by the side of his face. “It’ll be weird if you make it weird.”

You feel a rush of adrenaline flush down your body when he looks up at you, his mouth agape, breathless as his eyes drop down to your lips. You lean closer for the benefit of it, ensuring your mere presence is enough to make his heart stutter in his chest.

“Is that a yes, Armin?”

His throat bobs when he swallows, eyes fluttering as he takes in the sight of you, gazing down at him suggestivly. The deep, prolonged, eye contact has his cheeks burning red. He gathers the saliva in his mouth to moisten it up, worried his voice would come out hoarse otherwise. “Yes.”

“Okay—” You’re leaning in closer. His world goes in slow motion. “I’m gonna kiss you now.”

“O—okay.”

His eyes remain open for the first few seconds your lips press against his. It’s slow, slow enough for him to learn the proper movements, tilting his head to the side to properly angle his mouth into yours. The kiss isn’t a full on make out yet, and he freezes up when he feels the tip of your tongue slide against his bottom lip. You suck his lip into your mouth, pulling away to look him in the eye, soak in the sight of him falling apart under you before letting go.

“How was that?”

“It was good…yeah, yeah good.”

“Alright, now—” you sink backwards to grab your phone, unlock it, then hand it back to him. “—now you can tick that off the list.”

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eren is the type of bf who requires a goodbye and hello kiss whenever you see eachother. in the morning when you leave for class/work, in the evening when both of you arrive home. if he sees you on his route to class and you DON’T give him a kiss because you’re running late for class, oh my god. the dramatics. will text you and say “😒 oh so you just hate me ig. fine go kiss one of ur other boyfriends idgaf” LIKE BAE my biochem prof hates me i cannot be late to this classss. you’ll have to make up for the missed kiss when you see this pouty baby later.

requests r open <3

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PLAYA

(black!readerxshyarmin, strangers to fuck buddies, college party, reader’s a known player, virginity lost, blowjob, guidance)

“she’s a player, dude. i wouldn’t recommend.”

his brunette friend comments when he noticed the girl his shy socially awkward friend was eyeing in the distance, armin’s head snapped at him. “she’s a player?” almost in disbelief at the fact that a beautiful girl like you who seems so innocent in the face could be a player. “yep,” eren says adding emphasis on the p. he brings his red cup to his lips, drinking his liquor. “b-but she doesn’t look like one.” eren chortles, “looks can be deceiving, min.” armin nods his head softly, his eyes still lingering over the skimpy black outfit you wore. it was so tight on your body, displaying that shape which had every man ogling you.

from every corner of the room armin could notice men licking their lips, a smirk pressing against them watching as you talked to your friend. he wanted to have the courage to walk up to you, but armin knows a girl like you won’t go for a guy like him. the nerdy boy, a nobody, the introvert friend of a popular extrovert person. the homebody. the guy who shrieks at his favorite anime mini figurine coming back in stock after being out of it for a while now.

you don’t seem like the type to date a boy like that. not at all, your eyes rolled denying another advantage to this guy who walked up to you, sasha eyes you confusingly, “woah. you okay?” you peered at sasha answering her question with a simple nod, “yeah, why wouldn’t i be?” you asked as you took a seat by the bar. “because that’s your what…—“ she began counting on her fingers listing every guy you denied, “—4,5,6th! six boys. six hot boys, and you denied them all.” you rolled your eyes.

“my roster is filled with the same ol’ same ol. i need some …spice, yk.” sasha hummed agreeably, “i understand. so why don’t you try blonde who’s been eyeing you ever since you got in here,” your eyebrows furrowed in confusion. “blonde?” you repeated softly tone laced with dubiety. sasha hand quickly pointed out the boy, armin’s eyes go wide he quickly ran around the island counter. eren eyed him confusingly as he watched him hide, “boy what the fuck is you doing?” he questioned pushing his body off the island from leaning on it, he ambled around stopping to see armin with his knees to his chest hiding.

“h-her friend saw me eyeing her, what if she thinks im’a a weirdo? a creep?!” he panicked. face flushed with embarrassment, eren’s emerald eyes glanced up seeing you walk into his direction with a smirk. “nah, ion think so.” armin peeked through the cracks of his finger, staring up at his friend. “what makes you say that?” eren chuckled, taking his finale sip before answering.

“because she’s heading our way right now.”

armin’s heart dropped to his ass, firmly planted his feet on the ground. seeing black dots clouding his vision due to how fast he stood to his feet. “hey eren,” you smirked waving your fingers at the brunette, “sup,” he sends a head nod stepping out of the way to allow you to greet his friend.

“and you must be?” you asked your freshly done hands on the counter as you stared up at the blonde whose face was quickly turned red by you being only a few inches away from him.

“i—i-i’m a-armin.” eren shakes his head watching it all go down, “hmm~ that’s a nice name.” you grinned propping yourself on your arm, your head tilts slightly as a smirk slowly lines your lips. “i heard you’ve been ogling me ever since i stepped into the party, armin.” god hearing how smooth his name rolled out your mouth made his pants tighten, “shit, i-i’m sorry if it made you feel uncomfortable.” eren steps out of the kitchen leaving you with him, you chuckled lowly, he’s so adorable. the way his frames were slowly sliding off his face, his ocean doe eyes struggling to hold eye contact. flimsy veiny hands playing with the hem of his wool sweater, his blonde locs framing his face perfectly, it was messy but it a neat way.

“oh , i wasn’t uncomfortable.” you spoke with a soft tone, “o-oh you weren’t?” he asked through a chuckle finally his eyes lands onto yours, “that’s good.” he smiled softly as he rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly. “i just wanna know….what was going through your head when you saw me,” he stood there with open widen eyes, his mouth jolting like he was trying to form a sentence but nothing was working, his brain completely stopped once he heard that comment.

it was something very inappropriate, vile, disgusting, he couldn’t even say it. you noticed his quietness, you licked your lips slowly, “you wanna show me?” everything was happening altogether, it was too much for armin to handle.

it’s his first time being out and now he’s getting his dick sucked in the guest room, by the school’s player! he couldn’t even keep his eyes open you were sucking him oh so hard, his glasses foggy and messily rests on his face. you’d fumble with his balls, massaging and squeezing them in your hold. as your lip and tongue went to work on his 7 inch girthy cock that had a vein running along the side, pulsating. “w—wait! ahh fuck~” he moans out. you slowly started to swallow him whole, your nose pressed up against his blonde pubes, armin’s never felt this type of pressure before.

he has been sucked off only once, and it was trash.it was so trash that armin never wanted that to happen to him ever again, but when you fell down to your knees and went to work…god it made him second guess that decision.

“i—i’mm, fuck, m’cum” saliva and pre cum coated his dick as some drips from the corner of your mouth painting the floor you kneeled on. you slide your mouth off his cock with a ‘pop’ swallowing the precum he left inside before speaking, “you gonna cum baby?? hmm~?” he nods his head frantically, you began to stroke his cock faster than before. “cmon, baby, cum, where you wanna cum hm? on my face or these tits you were staring at” armin eyes squeezed shut, as his hips rises up fucking your fist.

“t-tits!” he stammered out through a prolonged series of high pitched broken moans, you scooted closer stroking his dick with his tip pressed against your cleavage, “cmon baby, cmon..” you moaned moving your head to suck on his balls, which set him into a whole another dimension. you could see in your peripheral vision that the muscles in his thigh started clenching, you peered up staring through your eyes brows watching at how hard he gripped onto the ends of the bed knuckle fading out its original color.

you retract your head back to it’s original position, “i—i’m- it’s coming, oh fuck! it’s coming.” he groans aloud, god he’s so lucky the music was blaring through those expensive speakers or everyone would’ve heard him sounding like a bitch getting fucked. when in reality, he’s just getting his dick sucked.

after one long stroke, there it came. long strings of white spewing out from the tip landing in your cleavage, while some spurts landing on your face. his breathing his unsteady, coming down from that amazing high you dipped the tip of your finger into the puddle of semen, bringing the finger into your mouth.

you sucked it off clean, staring at him intensely while you did it. taking your middle and ring finger doing the same thing but this time traveling to your lower throbbing, soaking, area. spreading your legs apart you took the finger and coated your pussy with his cum, moaning softly at the feeling. “lay down, i wanna fuck you.”

armin chokes, “y-you wanna fuck me? w—we just meet.” he says while his back slowly falls down onto the bed, “yeah, and i just gave you a blow job.” you retort whilst climbing on him having your dress ride up your thigh. “t-that’s different,” he projects. you straighten yourself on him crossing your arms on your chest, eyebrows knit together. “if you don’t wanna fuck that’s fine.” you say as you started removing yourself from his lap, but he quickly stopped you.

“n-no i-i-i do, it’s jus that..” he avoids eye contact with you, glancing at every object in the room. “u-uhm,” he rubs his neck sheepishly, “i-i’m a virgin.” as he finally retraced his way back to your eyes, he noticed a cunning smirk on your lips, “oh? so i was the first person to suck your dick?” he chuckled softly, “n-no, the first person was trash.” your eyebrows embossed with slight shock, you snort out a laugh. “but you’re my first overall.” he said shyly, you hummed softly.

“ion wanna break your heart pretty boy, i-“ he immediately cuts you off, “o-oh you won’t.” he stammered out as he straightened himself up on the bed. his muscular arms resting at your side, you removed the fogged up glasses from his face and rest them aside. “i won’t? what makes you think that.” you asked as your hand combs through his hair than landing at his neck rubbing at the neck hairs which were standing against his neck.

“b-because..” he don’t know what made him think that, maybe he’s that desperate to feel the inside of that man eating cunt. you chuckled leaning forward to whisper in his ear, “you just want me to fuck you hm? you wanna feel my walls tighten around your cock armin?” he swallowed dryly at your explicit words.

“y-yes” he whimpered as his hands squeezed your waist, watching you sit back on his lap. you bite down on your bottom lip, releasing a giggle. your hand latches onto his cock, you began to line yourself up before slowly impaling yourself down. feeling the girth of his dick sliding into your walls was amazing, armin released a shaky exhale from his nose. his lips were rolled in watching his dick getting inhaled by your warm cunt, finally the whole thing was inside resting easy between those gummy walls.

“f-fuck,” you grunt clawing down his chest, “‘m gonna move, okay..?” armin nods as his hands find purchase on your waist feeling it rise before it came back down onto his lap, he stifled a moan which made your eyes sharpen, “don’t hide those pretty noises from me, okay?” he swallowed dryly, before allowing himself to express how he felt, how you made him feel.

“o-kay.” he moaned out his thigh clenches and shakes gently, “you feel so fuckin’ good, fuck, yes,” you chanted now rolling your hips on his cock, armin’s face flusters up. hearing how you praised his cock made his stomach tingle, he peers up staring through his eyebrows. watching how arched your back was, your hands gripping onto the headboard as your faced scrunched up from the way his cock kissed that spot which made your toes curl against the sheets.

he licks his lips, god you look so beautiful. milking his virgin cock, but he also wanted to participate instead of laying there watching you work your way on his dick.

he grasped your hips, causing you to look down. “wh..what are yo—OH! fuck” he took your hips and slammed it into his lap, making your thighs ripple at the action. “fuck!” armin groaned, his blonde locks stuck on his forehead by the sweat dripping off the sides of his face whilst the other strains messily rest on the pillow. “d-did that make you feel good? am i making you feel good.” he whispered letting you rest on his chest while his hips thrust into yours, “y-yes armin, fuck, right there baby.” you whimper brought him to a near orgasm, he had to brush away that feeling. he wanted to make you cum before he did.

since he heard stories about that.

your hands combed through his hair, stomping at the back of his head. “harder.” you whined softly, armin swallowed harshly picking up the speed like you wanted him too. “a-am i doing good, y/n?” for a virgin he was shockingly hitting the right spot, your eyes rolled to the back of your head before responding to his question.

“y-yes, you’re doing great min, just sh-shit! shut up and fuck me.” armin whispered an okay, taking you to your orgasm with toying around with your sensitive bud.

you let out a gasp, “oh fuck armin, i’m about to cum.” you moaned biting down on your lip. “me too,” he huffed out, “me too.” he hoarsely said.

the sounds of your cunt squelching made armin feel even more hotter, “fuck you’re so perfect.” armin whimpered squeezing your hips tightly as he too felt his orgasm approaching. you picked your head off his shoulder and glared at him, “shut up.” you grumbled softly, armin smiled softly, he licks his lips to talk once more. “you’re so sexy on top of me,” your eyebrows furrowed slightly, his hips coming to a gentle thrust whilst his hands runs all over your body. “s-stop.” you blushed, he bit down on his lip. swiftly, he turned you two over. your eyes widened by how fast he did it, “but you look even sexier beneath me. taking my cock like a good little princess.”

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