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colossal-fallout · 3 years

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Modern AU house party pack

Armin Arlert Edition

Warning

NSFW. 18+ only. Smut. Alcohol consumption.

Tagging @clovertitan @armins-futon because they the biggest Armin simps I know 🥰

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You can't help but feel a little nervous as you lock your door and turn to walk towards Armin, who is waiting patiently for you in his car. He hadn't been waiting long, so his engine was still rumbling.

He's fumbling with something down the side of his door as you approach - his strong neck muscles flexing as his head bobs slightly with his lean.

Greets you with a warm; "Hey!" And a huge smile as you open the passenger door.

Getting inside, your senses are bombarded with his car air freshener mixed with whatever beautiful cologne he was peppered with.

His long fingers turn the volume down of the music so he can hear you better; waiting for you to fasten your seat belt.

"Hey, how you been?" You ask a little shyly as you strap in, the cool leather seats caressing your bare thighs.

"Great thanks and yourself? You look... Amazing." His ocean blues soften as he says this, hand absentmindedly grazing the top of his steering wheel.

He clears his throat and puts his attention on the road as he begins to pull away.

"Are you hungry?" He'll ask. "I could drive through a burger place if you want? Shouldn't drink on an empty stomach."

You tell him you've eaten but he goes through anyway - he himself being peckish and it was a good way to have a little catch up before the party as you both sit in the parking lot munching on whatever you'd ordered. (Yes you couldn't turn down something once you caught the smell of the fast food joint)

The party

It's almost ten by the time he pulls up outside of Historia's house. You already spot Zeke having a cigarette on the porch, standing talking to Proco and Pieck. The front door open with music blaring out onto the lawn had your heart racing with excitement as Armin walks round and opens the car door for you.

Porco teases you with a long, loud whistle from across the lawn. "Lookin' good, baby."

"Shut up." You laugh, knowing he was playing around.

It was still a little early but there were plenty of people around to feel comfortable with the vibe that was building. Your heart almost explodes when Armin casually laces his fingers into yours as you walk towards the house, his car alarm beeping with confirmation of being active behind you.

Okay so this was a date. And he's already making it clear you're his for the night.

Once inside Historia greets you both - already pretty drunk and hanging off the neck of her boyfriend. Some guy who owns a farm somewhere.

The party is amazing. More people arrive and you and Armin temporarily part ways to socialise, bit you notice he's keeping a close eye on you at all times. In fact, everytime you glanced in his direction his eyes would quickly snap back to the conversation he was having.

Reiner, Connie, Marco, Jean, Porco and Eren had a chugging competition at one point. Marco coughed and spluttered his beer everywhere - snot falling out of his nose and everything.

Sasha and Niccolo were snugged up in the corner making out most of the night. They were new lovers, you couldn't really blame them.

Mikasa and Annie just sat and bitched about how shitty men were most of the night.

At one point though, everyone was dancing and it was so much fun you were crying with laughter as Connie and Reiner had a dance off.

Connie won with the robot followed by a worm.

Reiner didn't wanna get on the floor.

Porco and Reiner had an argument. Typical. Nothing new.

Surprisingly, you walked in on Jean and Eren having a "bro" moment in the washroom near the back door.

"Eren... I know we don't get along. But that doesn't mean I don't care about what happens to you. I just wish you took care of yourself more. It's a big world out there. And it's nasty."

"Jean... I feel the same! Like sometimes I just wanna scream at you to shut the fuck up but also that I love you as a brother? Am I making sense?"

Ignoring it you continue outside for some fresh air when Armin follows you out.

"You alright?" He smiles, snaking his arm around your waist.

You nod. "Yeah just getting some fresh air."

His cologne was still evident as you push into his chest as a guard from the cool air that raised goosebumps across your skin.

His mouth presses against your head and your entire body catches fire when he whispers; "It's getting late. Wanna get out of here?"

Your place

Your ears are still ringing from the loud music when you both leave the cab and enter your house, your body aching from the dancing and sore from the laughing.

"You want a drink? Water or soda?" You ask Armin as he gingerly walks into your living room.

You both talk over some bottled water, both of you a little tipsy but nothing too bad. Before you know it, it's 5 am.

You offer Armin a place in your bed for the night. He says he wouldn't mind sleeping on the sofa if you were more comfortable with that.

That's when you press your lips against his, hungrily before grabbing his hand and leading him to your bedroom.

Your bedroom

It's that kind of sex where you're both so eager that you're panting pretty much straight away with quivering, loud breaths.

Your lips smack loudly off each other in needing kisses, hands and fingers trembling as you undress one another.

You were blown away but how surprisingly soft yet dominant Armin was. First he blows you away with this

After your third climax, he has you all over the bed, absolutely feral for you. His moans are so pretty as well as his cock, and God does he know how to use it.

Has you like this, this, this and this.

"You look so pretty bouncing on my cock..."

"Ah, you're so tight."

"I've wanted you for so long..."

"Mmm you feel beautiful inside."

"Shit... Y/n..."

"You're such a good girl for me, aren't you baby?"

Aftercare

Armin holds you close, running his hand through your hair and letting you know how amazing the sex was and how beautiful you are.

Will probably ask to be your boyfriend. He wasn't after a one time thing.

Will definitely order you both breakfast once you've woken up - or probably lunch, maybe even dinner by the time you do rouse from your sex induced slumber.

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sunshinesukuna · 5 years

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see you again | peter parker x reader

summary: your friendly neighborhood spiderman turns out who you least expect it to be.

tw: mentions of a school shooting, violence

“I thought I’d see you up here again,” a voice said below you. He came again. Queens’s friendly neighborhood Spiderman. He stalked up to where you were sitting from the side of the building. The faint smell of cologne wafted into your nose.

The cologne also smelt like that of your boyfriend’s, Peter Parker. Nah, they're using the same brand or something, (Y/N). No biggie.

“What school do you go to anyways?” Spiderman settled down on the building’s edge next to you.

“Why do you want to know?” you asked. Spiderman shrugged. He fiddled with one of the gadgets on his suit. Ever since you met him for the first time, there was always something that reminded you of someone…

But you could never put your finger on it. It was always on the tip of your tongue, but alas, the answer wouldn’t come through.

“Well, if we go to the same school, we can, I don’t know… coordinate attacks, so it’ll be easier?” he said.

“Good idea. I go to MSST. Midtown School of Science and Technology.”

“No way…” Spiderman muttered.

“Where do you go to?”

“MSST too…” You sucked in a gust of air. “We can coordinate attacks when we figure out each other’s real names.” You squatted on the edge of the building.

You looked at the teenage superhero. “While you’re figuring out who I am, I gotta go. My boyfriend’s coming over to make up for…” You counted on your fingers, recalling the events. “Four missed dates.”

“Sound’s like a shitty boyfriend,” he said. Something in the tone of his voice sounded like he spoke from personal experience.

“Yeah, but he’s always so sincere in everything. If he’s missed 4 dates, there’s a legitimate reason behind it all. I’m not that dumb.”

"Oh.”

“See you ‘round, Spiderman.”

“Adios, Supernova.”

You leaped off the edge of the building and propelled yourself to an empty parking lot behind your house. After freshening up a bit, you turned on a movie. All you had to do was wait and see if your boyfriend would show up or not.

A few minutes later, you felt your phone ringing on your lap. Peter’s familiar face was on it, accompanied by The Imperial March as his ringtone. The phone shook in your hand. If you answered it, you knew that the same, sad, lies would meet you again.. Then again, answering the phone meant you could hear your boyfriend’s voice again.

“Hey babe,” he called from the other line. You sighed.

“Let me guess. You’re not going to be able to come because May asked you to do something again?”

“Something along that line… Look, baby, I’m really sorry, I-I wish that I could really–”

“Save it, Parker. It’s alright. I still see you at school though. it’s completely fine.”

“Your voice makes it sound like it’s not.”

“I’m serious Peter. If there’s–” you choked back the lump in your throat “–if there’s anything that comes up that’s more important than our date." Your voice faltered. "Then you go do it.” You sniffled. The tears were free-falling now.

“Just… go,” you finally said. And with that, you hung up.

Seeing Peter again was like walking on eggshells around him. He didn’t make any talk about last night’s phone call and continued life as if nothing had happened.

The question overtook you later at lunch. The possibility of it was almost null, but to make sure, you decided to ask Peter later. Later at lunch, you talked and chatted with the others as usual. Once you were sure that MJ and Ned were too caught up in their debate, you scooted closer to Peter.

“Can we talk later?” you whispered into his ear. Peter nodded. He continued the conversation as if your passing voice had been a whisper on the wind.

Peter met you outside under the bleachers. It was where you first met, and where both of you went for some sanity. If he isn’t doing it, then he has no reason to be nervous, right?

“Are you cheating, Peter?” you asked. Peter, caught off-guard, waved his hands in denial.

“What- no! Why would you think I would be cheating on you! You’re the sweetest, kindest, awesome-est, the most amazing girl I’ve ever met!” Peter ran his hands through his hair. You sighed. This boy was only confirming your suspicions even further.

“How busy do you think I am Peter? I’m juggling student council meetings, mathletes, orchestra, not to mention…”. Saving Queens from random baddies, you almost said. But you knew that you weren’t ready to tell Peter yet.

“I’m just busy… is all.”

“Peter, if you don’t have time to commit… then I understand, but–” you sighed “–I can’t do this anymore, please.”

“Wait! (Y/N)!” Peter reached out for your hand. You tried to pull back but Peter was unrelenting.

“Peter, let go!” you said.

“You have to listen to me! It’s not what you think!” Peter’s relentless pleading broke your heart bit by bit. But it was for the best. You couldn’t afford to be a burden to anyone but yourself.

A small can of black paint stood right by your foot. Your free hand moved by itself, picking up the can and flinging it at Peter. You shielded yourself with your jacket as the pain took Peter in the arm. Luckily, there wasn’t much paint left.

Utilizing the diversion, you took off.

You went home feeling like someone had punched your gut and had taken all your inner organs. Bored, you turned on the news.

BREAKING: GUNMAN ATTACKS ELEMENTARY SCHOOL IN QUEENS

Not having any other choice, you donned the super suit and levitated as fast as you could to the school. Police had surrounded the area of the school, their own guns cocked out. Frightened children waited outside, waiting for their peers to come out.

You landed on a police car nearby. The police noticed you, with shouts of “Supernova!” and various thanks.

“What’ve we got here?” you asked.

“Gunman’s still inside. We’ve got people trying to detain him, but we haven’t got word from them yet,” one of them answered back. He slapped his walkie talkie in frustration. You nodded before carefully stalking in.

You levitated yourself across the halls. No room went unchecked, lest there be anyone left behind. A bang caught your attention.

“On your left!” a familiar voice said. It couldn’t be.

“Sorry bro, it’s bulletproof. Oh hey! Super-!” The gunman caught him by the head in the back. Taking your chance, you tackled the gunman. Peter had kicked away his weapon, making things all the easier. You jammed your finger inside his ear and aimed a wave at his stirrup.

He fell down unconscious. Spiderman handed you some handcuffs he nicked from the police to tie him up with. He flashed an “OK” sign to a policeman watching from the window.

“Meet you at the same place, right now?” Spiderman asked. He must be talking about the apartment building from last night.

“Race you there!” you called back. At least Spiderman was more attentive than your boyfriend. You took off.

Spiderman was already waiting for you when you got there. He was scratching something on his arms and hands. A splotch of black paint stained his arms. The pattern was almost the same as the one you had splashed on Peter this afternoon.

“What’s that on your hand?” you asked. Spiderman looked away.

“It’s nothing, I just spilled paint on myself earlier today,” he said.

“Wait…” You grasped his hand to see the back of it. The same smear of paint you had splattered on Peter’s hand earlier was there. Everything was the same. Patches of black colored his hands in messy formations.

“Peter? Is it you, Peter Parker? You’re Spiderman?” Spiderman’s hands gripped your shoulders. He took several ragged breaths.

Without knowing, your hands made their way to the edge of the mask. You looked at Spiderman for permission. He gave two small nods.

Your hand grazed the soft material of his mask. His pulse was thrumming as fast as a race horse's under your touch. The mask came undone.

Peter Parker’s hazel eyes met your own.

You could do nothing but breathe a sigh that was somewhere between relief, longing, and giddiness.

“Why. Didn’t. You. Tell. Me. You. Were. Out. Here. Saving. Queens. Without. Me.” You alternated between talking and punching Peter’s chest. Peter laughed all between your punching.

“You could at least have told the truth to make up for all those missed dates, Peter!” You nudged his arm. Scooting away from him, you pouted in silence. Peter slung an arm over your shoulder.

“So are you gonna take me back or not?”

“I hate you, Peter Parker.”

“Love you too, hun.”

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