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la-undercover-latina · 7 months

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Early Wedding Present Armin/Reader MNDI

A/N: This story has NSFW that’s clearly marked. So if you go past that, well you decided to play FAFO and now you lost 🤷🏻‍♀️

P.S The kitten picture was taken from Google Images

Summary: Only a few months away from their wedding, Reader and Armin decide to adopt a fur baby

Taglist: @arlerts-angel @arlertwitch @callm3senpaii

Lemme know if anyone else wants to be added

Finally it was all done. All the planning for the senior manager of Paradis Inc, Armin Arlert, to marry his fiancée Y/N Y/L/N after dating since freshman year of high school. Hell, most everyone they went to school with thought they would get married immediately after high school graduation. So while Armin did propose at their joint graduation party, he really wanted to wait until he was able to give his fiancée the wedding of her dreams. No expense was to be spared.

So the couple decided to wait.

Now, five years later, after working for Paradis Inc since he was 14, he had become a senior manager, and it was at a point that he felt he could give his future wife everything under the sun.

“We should get a fur baby,” Y/N spoke, scrolling through TikTok.

“Are you thinking of getting a cat or a dog?” Armin asked, putting his phone down to give Y/N his undivided attention.

“I’ve always wanted a kitten I could raise,” Y/N smiled and grabbed her phone from the couch, clicking on her favorites and finding the video she wanted.

In the video, there was a video from an animal shelter in Marley that had a striped black and brown one that just came in.

“Can we go see him?””

“Of course! You remember Reiner from school? He moved back to Marley,”

“Oh yeah I forgot he was from Marley,”

“Yeah I can see if he wants to meet up before the wedding,” Armin smiled. He hadn’t seen Reiner since he proposed to Y/N.

“Have you spoken to him recently?” Y/N asked, the look on her face screaming I have piping hot tea!

“Alright you look like you are about to pop from excitement, what gives?” Armin asked with a brow raised.

“Well, I heard through the grapevine that Reiner has a new girlfriend that he knew from before he came here to live with his aunt and uncle. And they just started dating like a month ago,”

“How did you know all this?” Armin asked with a laugh. He’d always been the one closer with Reiner so unless-

“You stalked his instagram, didn’t you?” Armin asked, narrowing his eyes while a playful smile was on his lips.

“Nooo,” Y/N couldn’t hide it from Armin. He knew her too well for that.

“Honey! You can’t go stalking people’s social media,” Armin playfully chided and Y/N shrugged.

“Meh. If he didn’t want people putting two and two together, he shouldn’t have put it on Instagram,” She tilted her head while lifting her hands a little bit.

“Can’t blame him for posting about his relationship. When you’re happy, you wanna shout it off the rooftops and hope the entire world hears you,” Armin smiled softly and slowly blinked.

It was as if the man’s blue eyes turned to hearts when they opened and saw the woman he loved more than anything and was only a few months away from sharing his last name.

“And I can’t blame her for loving that about him and needing to do the same thing. And if she didn’t, she wouldn’t be able to do anything else,” Y/N smiled before Armin cupped her cheek in his soft hands.

It was obvious that they weren’t talking about Reiner and his new girlfriend.

His thumb brushed over her cheek and pulled her in after a moment as if to scan this image of her into his brain. When those moments throughout the day were tough, he needed to remember what he was fighting so hard for.

“I love you,” Y/N whispered and instead of answering, he pulled her in for a kiss, as if to respond “I love you more”.

His tongue begged for entrance, which she granted. And that was when the two battled for dominance. It didn’t take long for Armin to win that battle, which caused Y/N’s body to feel like jello under his strong but delicate embrace.

NSFW AHEAD

It was then that Armin leaned Y/N’s back to the couch cushion, which she happily accepted. She brought her feet up a bit to scoot down on the couch, trying to make it easier to relax against the couch, and to make the rest of makeout sessions (and hopefully more) easier. She sighed happily as Armin’s lips left hers and were now moving down to her jawline.

His lips quickly worked to her neck. He zeroed in on her sweet spot, causing her back to arch a bit to make it easier for him, and he nipped at the skin there.

“You know, I love making these little marks on your skin,” Armin confessed, which caused Y/N to smile.

“Minnie I think I figured that out during our first hot and heavy makeout. But you’re not the only one,” Y/N purred, spurring him on.

This time, his hands moved to her top. Luckily she was still wearing her work attire. Which made Armin thank whatever god was listening that she had decided to wear a button down blouse today.

‘I never thought I’d say this. But thank the gods for business casual dress codes,’ Armin thought as his fingers were able to languidly get the top unbuttoned as it started their clothes pile.

While Y/N’s hands came up to get his shirt off next.

The second her fiancée was kneeled shirtless in front of her, her hands trailed down his chest and abs. Her fingers rested at his waistband of his sweats, as if to get a final confirmation. Even though she could feel his bulge against her skin, she needed to get an actual confirmation from him, to which he nodded ferociously. His cock felt unbearably tight against his boxer briefs.

She pulled him into another kiss as she looped her fingers to hook around the waist and of his sweats.

A tingle flowed through her body and ran down to her thighs and centralized at the apex, spreading throughout her center. She broke the kiss, only to get her slacks down her legs, leaving her only in her bra and panties, and Armin in only his boxers.

The only thing that separated them now was the most bare level of fabric.

Y/N began to unlatch her bra, but Armin shook his head, and spoke in a sultry tone.

“No, let me,” he reached around himself, unclasping it in one fluid motion.

“Thank you to whoever first taught you how to do that,” Y/N’s tone was just as sultry as Armin’s, if not more.

“I’ll pass that on,” Armin’s eyes took in Y/N’s breasts, the nipples already hard for him. Then his gaze drifted down her body and landing on her underwear, and he looked up again for the confirmation, which he immediately got. And he scooted himself a little down the couch so he was eye level with her sex.

Y/N raised her bottom half in impatience.

“Be patient kitten. Don’t worry, my love, you know I’ll make sure you cum first,” the filthy sentence left lips while looking up at her through his lashes.

Y/N grabbed a pillow from the couch cushion for the next part of the sectional above her head, gripping it tightly, knowing that she’d need it soon. Her fiancé knew exactly how to get her screaming in seconds.

“You don’t need the pillow. We don’t live with anyone and I wanna hear those pretty little moans you make. And the neighbors know that we’re getting married soon. Not like it’s not a given.” Armin protested, gently grabbing the pillow from Y/N and letting it drop to the floor.

Within seconds, Y/N was already starting to become a bumbling mess, soft moans leaving her lips. That was at least until Armin added a couple fingers to the mix, when his hand moved to her torso to keep her body flat against the couch. He made a ‘come hither’ motion with his fingers, turning her back into a bumbling mess.

“Don’t you dare cum until I tell you,” Armin speaks, his voice taking on a dominant tone, making Y/N’s voice to come up to defiant one in return.

“And if I don’t listen?”

“Is someone going to be a brat tonight?” Armin raising a seductive brow.

“Maybe I am,” Y/N’s lips curled into a defiant smirk, a challenge in her brown eyes.

“Well now we can’t have that,” Armin smirked and while Y/N’s already dark eyes seemed to grow darker, Armin’s had finally been noticeable in his oceanic eyes.

“You’re free to try,” Y/N smiled, pulling him into a kiss, and it was then that Armin finally gave in and slipped himself inside her, slowly inching himself in before slamming into her without warning, making a cry of lust fall from his future wife’s lips.

“You love when I do that,” thrust “Don’t you,” he asked and Y/N nodded furiously, barely able to hold the pleasure back from bursting.

“Cum for me kitten,” Armin growled into her ear and Y/N didn’t need to be told twice. Her orgasm hit her like a freight train, and it was then that Armin gave a sloppy thrust, allowing them to cum together.

They both helped the other ride out the high, and they both laid on the sectional, trying to catch their breath.

Once they both did, Armin raised an arm from around Y/N to rest over his head and Y/N immediately laid on his chest. Her eyes felt heavy when Armin spoke since telling her to cum. While catching his breath, he had been thinking about what started this in the first place.

“I’ll book two tickets to Marley for tomorrow so we can go meet that rescue cat at that shelter.”

“Really? What made you decide?” It wasn’t that Y/N or Armin doubted that they could raise a kitten. It was more of a curiosity that Armin was about to buy two plane tickets for first thing on a Saturday morning. On one of the most expensive and busiest days to travel.

“I was thinking about what started this in the first place. So it’s the least I could do for the little kitten on TikTok,” Armin kissed the top of her head.

“Unless he hates us, we’re bringing him home,” Y/N affirmed, snuggling deeper into Armin’s embrace.

“It’s a little boy cat?” Armin hadn’t seen if they specified the sex of the kitten or not.

“Yeah and he’s ten weeks old, so he’s still a baby,”

“Book us an appointment for tomorrow anytime,” Armin sighed. A sinking feeling rose in his stomach at the thought of someone abandoning a ten week old kitten, but he knew that there was a very likely chance, considering their friends tease that she’s the group’s Snow White, that he would be coming back to his forever home tomorrow.

“I’ll book the tickets now actually,” Armin grabbed his phone from the couch and hopping onto Google Flights to see the earliest flights into Marley tomorrow morning, on the off chance that Y/N wanted to be there bright and early in the morning.

Y/N’s eyes watered at this being real. There were so many animals out there that deserved someone like the Arlerts, but most animals don’t get that.

“What’s wrong my Princess?” Armin asked and Y/N’s lip quivered as she stayed on that train of thought maybe a teeny bit longer than she should’ve.

“Not many people or animals get someone like you Minnie. Someone who is so kind, and generous, and as smart as you. And I know I’m so lucky to have you, and this kitten will feel the same,”

It was Armin’s turn to get misty eyes.

“Princess,” he smiled so bright that it caused Y/N to blush.

“I mean it,” Y/N moved her hand to his face as he lifted himself up, propping himself on his arm.

“I can’t wait to make you my wife Y/N,” Armin spoke softly, before continuing.

“And for us to go see about making this family bigger,” Armin smiled wide at his fiancé and it was her turn to pull him to a sweet kiss. While their first round of making out exploded with lust, this one was full of the pure romantic love that they shared.

“It should be our early wedding present to each other,” Armin spoke softly as he felt Y/N press her head sleepily into his chest. He grabbed the blanket from the ottoman next to him and draped it over Y/N as he knew she was exhausted from work and then making love, it wouldn’t be surprising that she was tired.

“I love you Princess,”

“You too Prince Charming,” Y/N spoke softly, sleep starting to creep into her voice. She pressed a gentle kiss to his bare chest.

#aot #attack on titan #snk #armin arlert #armin aot #snk armin #aot smut #snk smut #mdni

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anniesocsandgeneralstore · 2 years

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Sleepy dialogue 11 and 14 for the werewolf AU please? Maybe Jake or Ronnie has to go out of town for a few days, and they’re FaceTiming, and they’re that adorable couple that falls asleep on the call 🤷🏻‍♀️

M you are so right they are that adorable couple. so sorry it took me so long to get to this request. things have been....a lot recently lol hope you enjoy!

prompt: "but i need your smell to fall asleep" + "i'll see you in my dreams"

word count: 791

warnings: so much fluff you may explode, jake and ronnie are so in love, a reference to masturbation but that's it

Ronnie was away in Seattle for a week doing something with the university she graduated from. Jake couldn’t really remember what it was now. Something about the research she did while getting her masters and alumni and the anniversary of a department. However, all he could think about now was his regret for practically forcing her to go in the first place.

She was so smart. Smarter than he ever would be. But he missed her. His draw to be around her almost as strong as when they were first mated. He would get a wif of her scent lingering on a throw blanket or one of her shirts and a pain would ripple deep in his chest. But it was only three more days. He could make it three more days.

But as he lay in bed, staring at the ceiling as he tried to force himself to go to sleep, he nearly jumped when Ronnie’s face lit up his phone screen. Some selfie she had taken far too close up that he thought was hilarious and made him miss her all the more.

She was calling him.

Jake smiled as he answered.

“Hey, little one,” he greeted softly as he sat up against the headboard.

“Hi, baby.”

She sounded tired, her voice slightly scratchy.

“Everything okay?” Jake asked.

“Yeah, yeah, good. Just tired. Just…A lot of people.” Ronnie laughed lightly and it made his heart sing. “Haven’t talked this much in a long time.”

“What’d you do today?’

“Ugh, okay, I was just supposed to sit in on this series of lectures about folklore in relation to Greek culture and everyday life but then this professor from a different university — can’t remember which one now — didn’t show up. So they asked me to give one of the short lectures.” Jake nodded along as he listened intently, he could picture the panic on her face perfectly. “So I used a presentation that I did when I was a student on lycanthropy and its cross-cultural influence. Probably not exactly what they were looking for but they also shouldn’t have asked me thirty minutes before I was supposed to be on stage.”

“I’m sure it was great, my smart girl,” he replied.

She hummed in response. “I’ve been back in my hotel for an hour, trying to sleep, but…I can’t.”

“Oh, baby. What’s wrong?”

“I’ve gotten too used to you Jake Seresin. I think I need your smell to fall asleep.” Her reply made him laugh, a deep rumble that shook his shoulders. “I haven’t been sleeping well the entire time I’ve been gone.”

Jake scratched at his beard before pushing a hand into his hair. There was that pain again. Deep in his chest where he knew his connection to her resided. He rubbed absently at his chest as he sighed.

“Can I tell you something?”

“Possibly,” she replied, sounding suspicious.

“I put one of your dirty t-shirts on the bed next to me the first night you were gone.”

“You didn’t do anything raunchy with it did you?”

“Ronnie!”

They both laughed. Jake laid back down on his pillow and put the phone on speaker, laying it down beside him — right next to her balled-up t-shirt. She still giggled through the phone speaker. Slightly garbled with the dodgy reception at the cabin but it was still her laugh. Her laugh that he could picture so perfectly in his mind’s eye. Her head thrown back and eyes reduced to mere slits. He always thought she looked her most beautiful then. At her most carefree.

“I miss you, Jay,” she finally said after a beat of silence.

“MIss you too, little one. When you get home, you won’t have to talk to anyone for a whole week.”

She groaned. “That sounds great. I — I still wanna talk to you though.”

“That can be arranged,” he chuckled.

“I’m getting sleepy now,” Ronnie yawned. “But I don’t wanna hang up…Can we…Can we just stay like this? Don’t even have to say anything.”

“Yeah. I’d like that.”

Jake listened to her shuffle around for a second. The rustle of blankets as she got comfortable. Just three more days. Then she would be laying right next to him. In his arms. He would breathe in lungfuls of her scent and feel her cold feet and get her hair in his mouth. And it would be perfect. It would be everything he ever wanted.

“Good night, My Alpha,” she said, voice low and slow already with sleep. “I love you.”

“Love you too. I’ll see you in my dreams.”

“That was really cheesy.”

“Really? Yeah. It felt cheesy as I said it.”

“I love you,” Ronnie repeated, on a laugh, on a sigh.

“Sweet sleep, little one.”

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thoughtslikeaminefield · 5 years

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Stuff & Thangs That Are Awesome... And Not Awesome

Summary: @stunudo asked: Dean has been arrested twice for indecent exposure... Once was in a grocery store. Then @tumbler-tidbits asked: Jensen or Dean x Reader, small public place, He pins you to the wall, covers your mouth and fucks you.

Words: 1260

Warnings: TWD crossover, language, wall sex, Rick Grimes eye-fucking, Shane Walsh having a pissing contest with SPN season 1-ish Dean Winchester

Characters: Dean Winchester x unnamed female character, Shane Walsh, Rick Grimes, Bobby Singer, Lori Grimes

Author’s Notes: No one asked for a crossover, but that’s what you’re getting 🤷🏻‍♀️

You know what’s awesome? Epically impromptu sex with an incredibly hot and willing participant in a semi-public location - while she’s “on break.”

I’m talking 15-minute break from stocking shelves, skirt bunched around my wrists, panties twisted around my fingers, barely getting the condom on kinda impromptu.

Like she’s coming hard within 90-seconds of insertion epic, ok?

But, uhh, you know what’s not awesome? Not getting your dick put away fast enough for the cops who were called by the store manager when he thought said incredibly hot and willing participant was not so willing.

At least she vouched for me. She lost her job over it, though.

But now here I am, sitting in King County jail in Nowheresville, Georgia, getting lectured by this super fucking intense deputy, who, oh, my God, dude, lay off the steroids.

“You think you just come down here and wave that pretty face ‘round town and you ain’t gonna answer to nothin’?”

He’s practically spitting. It’s disgusting and mildly entertaining.

“You think I’m pretty?”

What can I say? I like to push buttons.

And then, just as he’s about to really fucking lose it, Good Cop inserts himself.

“Shane,” Good Cop, wraps a hand around Intense Cop’s shoulder. “Lemme chat with ‘im a bit.”

This’ll be good.

This guy - Good Cop - he’s the nice guy, right? He’s the one that I’d bet tonight’s pool winnings (because I will be out of here before nightfall) everyone in this station, Hell, everyone in this town thinks wouldn’t hurt a fly.

But I see it before he can even say a word to me -- before he even asks a question. This is the guy you don’t back into a corner.

“Y’getcher phone call?” he asks.

“Yeah,” I answer, and he nods.

“Getcha anythin’ to drink - water? Coffee?”

“Nah, I’m good,” I answer, holding onto that dark spot in his eyes as it flickers. “Maybe a Xanax for your buddy over there, though.”

Intense Cop gets all bunched up again. “Rick, I swear…” He’s legit spitting mad at me. It’s kinda hilarious.

Before anything more can happen - and frankly, I’m getting bored anyway - Bobby walks in all lawyerly, spouts off legalese about having nothing on me and unduly holding and questioning me, blabbity blah.

Good Cop uncuffs me and kind of apologizes? It’s weird. He also won’t stop looking me directly in the eye, which isn’t weird - I started that.

“Good day, gentleman,” Bobby says as we walk out the double doors and into the setting sun.

“Dammit, Dean,” Bobby grumbles. “Think ya can keep it in your pants ‘til we get back to your hotel at least?” He walks ahead.

Before I climb into the passenger seat of Bobby’s car, I turn to look one last time to see Good Cop watching my every move.

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The store is loud as usual, people chattering, carts clanging; I can even hear my manager shouting in the stock room from where we’re hidden in the little alcove of the hallway to the bathrooms. Pretty soon I can’t hear anything but blood rushing in my ears, though, because this guy’s got me pressed tight between his bulk and the wall, his rough, warm hands cupping my ass under my jean skirt, encouraging me to wrap my legs around him.

He is so fucking hot, walking sex, oozing it. The banter itself was foreplay. He wanted shaving cream – that’s all. I have no idea why that is so sexy, but I had to take my break right fucking now. My mama always warned me that I’d be hornier than usual when I ovulate, but I’ve never noticed it until now.

His mouth is lush and soft and all-consuming. I’ve never come untouched, but, damn if there isn’t a first time for everything. His thick, calloused fingers twist my panties, his knuckles brush me where I’m soaking wet.

“I’m gonna come,” I whisper in his ear.

He chuckles. “Wait for me, sweetheart,” he answers, brushing lips over the tight heated skin of my throat. “I wanna feel it.”

“Oh, God,” I whine, grinding against him. “You are so hot. I need your cock. Now.”

He chuckles some more and as quick as a jackrabbit – and agile, too – he finds a condom while balancing me, holding me in place.

Damn, he smells good, too, like gunpowder and leather and sex. I bet he has a lot of sex. He isn’t fazed by any of this; he’s prepared with a condom and, judging by the way he’s moving me around with ease and foresight, he’s definitely fucked someone against a wall before.

“Please,” I whine some more.

I really could come any second. I am that fucking turned on by my own body chemistry mixed with this guy’s swagger and his voice and his fucking hair and thighs and beautiful fucking eyes. And, fuck, his ass is amazing. I wish we had time because I’d love to see him naked. I bet he’s just a brick wall of-

“Oh, fuck!” I shout, and he immediately covers my mouth with his hand. But, holy shit, he’s thick and hard and feels so fucking solid, inching his way inside me.

“Shh-shh-shh,” he breathes. It’s part laughter and part panic as his eyes dart up and down the hall and toward the backroom door.

My ears are ringing and I’m babbling wet against his palm. He gets all the way in me then drags back out slow before pushing back inside hard. Thank Baby Jesus for that big hand of his, otherwise, we’d definitely have an audience.

My legs are quivering around his hips and threaten to drop, so he loops his thick arms under my knees, keeping me steady, and then he starts hammering into me.

The sensation is like nothing I’ve ever felt. I’m so open and free, taking this big cock so hard – over and over. I can hear and smell myself. I’ve never been fucked like this in my life.

In literal seconds, I’m coming so hard I see spots and I’m biting the meaty heel of his palm. I’m open so wide and taking him good when another, smaller ripple comes behind the big one.

Then I feel him stutter and still, throb inside me. He releases my mouth to kiss it as he slows. He’s still kissing me when my manager busts out of the stock room with two uniformed deputies. Before The Best Sex Of My Life can even get his pants fastened, he’s being cuffed, and I’m being fired.

~~~~~

“It was totally fucking worth it,” I tell my best friend Lori. “I can find another job, but, holy shit that guy was hot and he delivered – big time.”

Lori giggles. “Yeah, well, I heard Shane really went after him,” her voice sours. “But then his lawyer showed up and got ‘im outta there.”

“Well, I’m glad he got out of it,” I say. “Did Rick say anything else?”

“Not much, just that the guy was… interesting.”

“Hmm.” That does not surprise me. “Well, I sure thought he was interesting!”

We both laugh until Lori changes the subject to wedding planning.

That night, I drift off to sleep with my hand buried in my PJ bottoms, fingering myself to the interesting guy, who fucked me better in five minutes than anybody else ever has in the six whole years I’ve been having sex.

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#dean winchester fic #dean winchester x reader #spn x twd crossover

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