Warning: Contains violence and cnc themes. Extremely dominant counterpart. Mentions name calling, tying down and degrading.
Fanfiction of Reader and Armin from Attack on Titan.
"It's a beautiful night out, don't you think?" "Oh defininitely, but you know what's even better?" "What, Armin?" "All the things I will be doing to you that you secretly want but don't want to admit" "I-Is that right?" Words can barely get out of my mouth, since this is not the Armin I know, so I instantly blush. "Yeah, are you gonna be a good girl for me tonight?" "Stop it Armin, you're making me blush." I say as I look away, which lasts for seconds only, when I'm feeling the grip of his strong fingers around my face, forcing me to look right into his baby blue eyes. "Answer me, bitch." He lets out aggressively. "Oh, no, no, no, now don't be scared, I just want you to answer me and look at me when I speak to you, are we clear?" "Yes, Armin, of course." Shivers run down my spine. I am a little scared, very surprised and maybe a little turned on. "I will be a good girl for you Armin, haven't I always been?" "I can't say you haven't. Come." He grabs me by my hand and ups his pace, which shortens our sunset walk and takes us home. Once the door closes to our beautiful house, Armin walks into the kitchen. His slender but musular figure and his angelic blonde hair, as well as his beautiful soft facial features were what I liked most about his appearance. In thoughts I dream away, thinking about stories of our past, when my zoning out is interrupted by hearing glass shatter in the kitchen. I run to the kitchen to look after him but have no time getting even into the kitchen, when his hand tugs me by my hair and our forces collide so hard, that they result in my body collapsing onto the ground. "That's exactly how I've always thought of you, you weak, worthless little slut. At least you're good at sucking dick." He forces himself on top of me and I see the bottle neck in his hand, that must have caused the noise earlier. My body fills with adrenaline and fear as he holds it over me. "Tell me why I shouldn't cut you right now?" "B-Because you love me?" Armins eyes get uncomfortably wide as he gets closer to my neck with the broken bottle, almost manic, he laughs when he forces his lips on mine while not moving the bottle. "That's right, I love you. But I also want to destroy your raunchy little body. And don't act like you don't want me to, I can see your lewd face and how you pant in excitement." "No, I do-" I can't finish my sentence, as my mouth is covered. "You don't talk back to me, you understand, slut? All you do is agree with me. Are we clear?" I nodd. I am trying to deny the fact that I enjoy this but my body gets hot when he calls me names and undermines my integrity. We proceed to make out intensely as at one point he throws the bottle into the corner and starts touching me all over. My dress is quickly destroyed by his forceful tugging on the fabric, which leaves me in my underwear. He gets up, and as I sit up to follow him, he pushes me back onto the floor. Now kneeling with one knee, he presses my head into the floor. "Look at me, bitch." I obey. At this point I am not sure what would happen if I didn't. "What a good slut you are, darling. Look at you, how pathetic and helpless you look. You look really pretty when you're scared and in your place. Do you know where your place is?" "Anywhere underneath you, Darling." "That's a good, worthless, little whore. I'm gonna make you mine tonight until you cry. You understand?" "Yes." "Now get on your knees." On my knees, on the cold living room floor, where Armin thinks I belong, he starts stripping. He slowly takes off his shirt, revealing his beautiful muscles and soft skin.
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