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batterygarden · 1 year

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toxic!armin x bimbo!reader with a breeding kink

18+ MDNI

cw: fem! Afab reader, Armin's only kinda mean—some light degradation is included but then he’s sweet too!, bimbo reader, dumbification, mating press, cream pie, breeding kink, dacryphilia, overstimulation, mult. orgasm, reader referred to as mommy once, also pretty girl, Armin referred to as daddy twice, 1k words, sooo self indulgent and not proofread don't mind me

Armin’s noticed you’ve been spacing out a lot today—more often than usual which sort of alarms him. He’s never expected you to be quick-witted, but the entire time he's been over tonight your responses have been especially slow, eyes glazed over more often than not. He thinks of it like a fun puzzle to solve, trying to guess what could possibly be troubling your pretty little head, but you end up revealing where your thoughts have been all on your own once he's balls deep inside you.

He has you folded up on the edge of your bed, legs around him and staring up at his face with little hearts floating around your head when, for the first time today, you have conviction in your tone.

“So I decided something…”

He picks up the pace of his hips a little, tilting his head to encourage you to elaborate.

“Decided I want you to breed me, ‘Min. Wanna have your kids. S’that okay?”

The ruthless pace of his thrusting has your water line on the verge of spilling over and Armin almost laughs at your vulnerable expression paired with your words. So this is what’s been stirring the air in your skull. How cute—he finds you so cute. Like a puppy he’s itching to kick.

“Pretty girl,” he’s panting from the squeeze of your pussy, fighting to keep his tone gentle, “you sound psychotic.”

You hum like you disagree, but the sound only warps into a high pitched cry as Armin pries one of your legs off his hip and folds it up by your chest. The new position is almost uncomfortable but you can hardly complain when his cock reaches even deeper inside you, filling you till you can hardly breathe—giving your body what it didn’t know it needed.

You try to grind against him as you chase a fast approaching high, and Armin rakes his fingers down your soft skin as he watches you grow drunk with the feeling of him. He loves looking at you like this. He loves the give in your flesh while he abuses you, while he pounds the last of your senses out of your mouth in a jumbled cry, the way whatever fragile composure you held dissolves behind hazy eyes. He loves that all that’s left is a body, clinging to him like that’s your only remaining instinct—he loves that he can make you even stupider.

But it’s unexpected when you somehow come around to cry to him when you cum, tears streaming and nails digging into his shoulder when you whimper,

“Ngh, Armin I wanna have your babies. Please, please, please… want your cum!”

At this point you’re too gone to even realize that you’ve accidentally struck a chord. The feel of your cunt clamping down on him, sucking him in so tight that he can’t remember what it feels like to be apart, paired with the image of you round and glowing and filled up with his kid. Armin wants it. Suddenly he needs it. Your relentless begging and crying while you cum only spurs him on—Armin’s lost any resolve to say no—forgetting why he even should.

“You wanna have my child?” He almost whines, fucking you through your orgasm and struggling to maintain his composure while your pussy throbs around him—maybe it’s already long gone. You can only nod and reach a limp hand to brush some hair temporarily from his forehead, you wanna look in his eyes but you can hardly concentrate enough to keep yours open.

“Want me to—god—fill you up? Gonna be a mommy with my baby in your tummy?”

Armin’s words are breathy, and his grip below your folded knee is so tight you’re losing feeling in your foot. Your pussy has him in a trance.

You find your voice through the overstimulation to cry out “uh huh! Wanna make you a daddy, ‘Min.. Let me make you a daddy...”

He huffs as his own release edges near, using his other hand that’s been bruising your hip to wipe tears off your cheeks before folding your other leg up. Now you’re in a mating press—brain mush while he absolutely obliterates you.

“You’re so… you’re so annoying. Ugh.”

His hips start moving even faster.

“But yeah… I’ll give you what you want… guess you deserve it.”

You don’t have to power to respond, only nodding in encouragement while Armin’s heavy cock rams into you with the kind of force you're pretty sure could give you a concussion—you’re past overstimulation, you’re on the brink of another orgasm right along with him.

Everything is Armin—that’s all you can focus on, his breaths turning to wanton sighs as he approaches release, his grip tightening on the dewy skin of your thighs where he holds your legs. When he finally tips over the edge, you manage to peek a heavy eyelid open and watch the angelic face he wears—the way his eyebrows crinkle together and his glossy lips part in a little “O”, the whiny moan he lets out—it’s pornographic. But you can only steal a glimpse before your forced to squeeze your eyes shut again as you topple almost painfully over the edge with him, head going fuzzy with the overstimulating feeling of his dick twitching inside you, emptying his heavy balls till you can feel his hot cum in your tummy. You can hardly even hear Armin's strangled cry when you clamp down on him a second time, twitching on his cock till he’s seeing stars.

When you both finally finish, and your twitching slows enough that he can pull out without wincing, he’s hypnotized by the way cum pours out of your abused cunt, starting to pool onto the mattress below you before he fingers it back in. Then he’s pulling on some boxers before taking inventory of your lifeless body, collapsed on the sheets with closed eyes.

He rubs a palm over your tummy not unkindly, thinking about how it’ll get bigger.

“You okay, pretty?”

You can barely nod.

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chrollohearttags · 1 year

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bed time • a. artlert

I cannot get over the idea of armin trying to help his little insomniac, gamer girlfriend get some rest, putting her to sleep the best way he knows how 😮‍💨🥴

cw: nerdy, bratty, blackfem!reader, mean, dom armin (he’s so aggressive in this 😫), choking, fucking reader in her gaming chair, heavy squirting, overstimulation, degradation, pet names (sweetheart, angel, daddy’s used a couple times), name calling, spit kink, fingering, aftercare

📝: I was supposed to put this out last night but I got preoccupied and didn’t finish so here y’all go! 🫶🏾

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“Dude, you totally could’ve taken that shot. The fuck are you doing?” The sounds of (y/n)’s irate voice ringing throughout the bedroom. It was the late night hours of a relaxed Saturday night, possibly into Sunday..you hadn’t been vexed to check the time as you were busy smashing away at keys on your computer and shouting into your headset. Wired frame glasses sitting atop your pretty face, lights reflecting off of your tiny silver nose stud and your newly installed wet and wavy locks resting underneath the large pink bonnet atop them, along with your cat eared headset. This was a regular occurrence, one that took place more so often than you’d like to admit. It wasn’t rare for you to be up at all hours of the night, playing online games with friends, even at the expense of your own rest. It was a nasty habit, one you formed after pulling all night study sessions. Now you were a full blown insomniac with seemingly no end in sight. Although, there was one person who wasn’t too thrilled about the sudden shift in your sleep patterns… “..come on, (y/n). It’s three am. What are you still doing awake?” The first words to leave the mouth of your long time boyfriend and sweetheart, Armin as he burst through the door of your designated game room. He himself was certainly no stranger to this lifestyle and would happily hop on matches with you..at a reasonable hour of course. But that was never the case with you! Always up until the asscrack of dawn, playing game after game instead of going to bed. But now that he was spending the next couple of weeks at your place, he wasn’t having it. Suddenly, snickers could be heard through the feed of your headphones and talking to you. “Is that your boyfriend, (y/n)? How sweet..” rolling your eyes and smacking your lips at the sarcastic joke of one of your friends. “Shut the hell up. He’s just coming to check on me.” He was standing in the doorframe, shirt off and pajama pants dangling on his v-line..a tattoo each on his chest and forearm decorating his skin; looking good as always.

taking his fingers through the blonde shag atop his head, he’d make his way over to your chair, resting his arms atop the front. He had grown alarmed as is when you’d text him up well up into four am or try to FaceTime when he was so exhausted. It just didn’t occur to him how bad the problem truly was until he visited. He had all but had to drag you off of it and he was really scared for your mental and physical health. “Sorry guys, I’ve been busted. Baby says I gotta go to sleep.” Although you weren’t too thrilled to do so. However, he’d be disappointed to find that you had no plans to go easily. Even so, you’d log off and take off your headset. Turning in your chair in a frustrated huff. However, Armin was not swayed by your tiny tantrum. “Don’t give me that look. You promised you’d get some rest. At this rate, babe, you’re not going to be able to keep going.” You heard what he was saying well enough, too bad his words weren’t quite registering. You were still wired up, hyper and amped as always. Possibly it was the Red Bull coursing your veins or adrenaline from another win but being stopped mid game was truly putting a damper in your mood. “Arminnnnn. I’m fine..I swear, you worry too much.” That agitated and pouty look on your precious face was doing nothing more than fueling his point. “(Y/N), you’re going to bed. That’s it. Now come on. Tell your little friends good night and let’s go to sleep.” When he got like this, it wasn’t in your best interest to attest him but you couldn’t help yourself! It was always fun to push his buttons and poke the bear.

“And if I don’t want to, then what?” Folding your arms across your chest, batting those fluttery lashes and giving him quite the irritated glare. Granted, Armin was used to you being defiant when it came to this but he wasn’t much in the way of arguing with you tonight. Especially with exams coming up and him having to go to work in the morning. The last thing he wanted was to find you collapsed on the floor, in front of the computer after your body gives out. Which has happened! “(Y/N), don’t start. I’m not doing this with you.” Feinting his frustration through a laugh as he stood before your chair. Arms outstretched on each side and towering over you..you couldn’t lie, it was a bit of a turn on! “Well last I checked, Armin, I am a grown woman and I can stay up all night if I want to. Now let me finish—“ but before you could spin around in your chair, defiant and purposely being a brat, he’d spin it right back around and keep it in place. “Do you really wanna try me right now? Because I wouldn’t advise it, sweetheart. Do not piss me off..get up..now.” that low, sexy growl creeping into his tone and it was then that you knew you’d only need to press just a tad bit more to get the reaction you needed. Truth be told, you were beginning to get a bit tired…. “Make me..”

but it was far more exciting to let him fuck you to sleep!

he knew that you were baiting him along, Armin wasn’t dumb by a long shot. You were only stalling to get him riled up. Normally, he wouldn’t think to bite..dismissing you altogether but since you just kept asking for it, he’d give you what you needed: to be put to bed and in your place! Chuckling to himself, Armin would try and calmly respond but it was blatantly obvious that you wouldn’t allow it. Instead, he’d grasp your throat; lightly choking you but with enough force to keep you pinned to the chair. Eliciting a loud gasp from between your lips..gaze fixated solely on him from this point forward. “Remember..you asked for this..” just then, he’d shove his tongue through your pursed lips, permeating the inside of your mouth with sloppy kisses. Ones that took you completely off guard and caused you to whimper underneath his grasp. At this point, you had made your bed and now it was time to lie in it. He gave you an option to get up of your own accord but now? You’d be lucky if you were able to even walk once he finished! Amid the makeout session, Armin slowly but surely began to peel off those thin articles of clothing, exposing those perky titties which were his favorite..your dark hued nipples hardening the second they made contact with the cool air. He wasn’t about to give you an opportunity for the slightest bit of control and that much was apparent when he began massaging those big breasts, fixating on them for a moment but when you tried to put your hands up to assist him, he’d quickly push them away, pinning them to the arms.

“Did I ask for your help?..”

“ ‘Min, I—“

“That’s what I thought. Get those fucking hands out of my way.”

it was something about his sudden aggression and domineering attitude that would turn you on beyond relief. Releasing a couple gasps, you’d chew your bottom lip and allow him to take the reins. From there, he’d nip at your neck, growling and suckling on the sensitive skin. Eventually, he’d pull back those thin shorts and sink his hand inside. He wanted to see your reactions..those cute little faces you made when he was pleasuring you. Burying those digits to the knuckle inside of your warmth and circling your clit with his thumb pad, all while not breaking eye contact once..yeah, you definitely had pissed him off something fierce! “Open your legs, put them on the side of the chair and don’t move until I say so..” positioning yourself in sort of a stir up. It was then that he’d hoist them and remove your shorts to render your bottom half completely nude. It didn’t take long to realize how aroused you were by his sudden shift in demeanor. Your normally sweet Armin was so irate, that he was handling you like a rag doll. Parting your thigh, slapping your ass and clutching your neck. “..such a brat..always giving me a hard time..” muttering to himself as he continued working you over with those middle and index digits; pushing in and out, going slow just to stir up that building slick. Coating his hand and palm with the slippery substance. You were so adorable, attempting to resist and defy him, knowing damn well that you’d only wind up caving to him eventually. Hell, your insides were already two steps ahead of your mind; conforming to his shape! Twisting your head away from him, only to have it forcefully snatched back.

“But you only do it because you know I’ll fuck that little attitude out of you, don’t you?” Grinning with a sinister glare as he sped up his movements. Sounds of sloshing wetness coagulating with your sexy little cries and the squeaking of the chair. “Answer me, sweetheart. Don’t be rude.” And at the moment, you were practically trembling for him and Armin was more than happy to see that sight “..y-yes, daddy!” That bulge was beginning to grow ever so slightly from behind his sweats and you were the reason. Getting his dick all hard when you defied him. It made it all the more satisfying to break you when you acted this way. Going from rolling your arms to not even being able to keep them in the front of your head as he made you climax. To smacking those pretty little lips to having them wrapped around his cock when he throatfucked you for testing his patience…see, to the outside world, he appeared as sweet and innocent but you knew better! Nobody could handle you the way he could and he’d be damned if you kept trying it. He’d continue to press at your spot, mashing against that sensitive nerve to evoke more out of you. Those blonde locks of his straggled in front of your face as he pressed your foreheads together. “Aww, so you haven’t completely lost your mind. Open your mouth, right now.” Prompting you to do so to spit between your jaws. So he could force your head down and make you regurgitate it back into your folds. It was almost pathetic how desperate you looked, bogged down on his hand; squirming in an attempt to take him further. He knew what it was that you needed..craved more than anything and that was to be crammed full of his dick! It was almost disgusting how badly he had been dreaming of doing this exact thing. Fucking you in this very position. Piping you with those eight inches as you played your little games…it gave him a rush to think about all your friends hearing you get fucked senseless. And alas, it had come to fruition. Those little legs dangling off the sides of the chair arms and shaking violently. Before any of that could happen though..he needed something else and that was to make you come. Just one time of many..

“I’m!—Baby, I’m gonna come, pleaseee.” But that was sufficient enough for him. No, if that’s what you wanted, you better have begged for it. “Are you? Last time I checked, that’s not how you ask for permission, sweetheart. Act like you’ve done this before.” That condescending tone twisting your stomach up in knots. But not for any reason other than the fact that he’d always know how to handle you..making you act accordingly whether you wanted to or not.

“Please, can I come?! Please, ‘Min..” and because you groveled so sweetly, he had no choice but to grant your wish. Clutching your shoulder blade, Armin doubled down on his fast pace, hammering into you until you drenched him in that shower of your sweet cum; bringing you to a squirting orgasm with only his two fingers. “That’s right, baby. Let it out..my pretty little slut, squirting all over this chair..fuck yes.” Listening to you cry out in pure ecstasy as you came. “Fuck! Fuck!..” This man was not to be messed with but it was a lesson you’d soon learn. Instilled and implanted in your head until you knew better not to pull this stunt again. It wasn’t until you came to did you see the aftermath but this was just a mere taste of what he had in store. Removing them from inside of your tightness to your tongue, where he had you sucking them clean. That look in your eyes was one of neediness. As if you were longing for far more after that. Whilst you were busy tasting yourself, Armin was getting ready to have his fair share of fun. Tugging down those sweats to reveal his erection, immediately stroking it in his palm. “I wanna fuck you so bad..make you nut all over this dick..” his voice cracking and going high pitched as you watched that precum leak from his tip. Swollen and beaming red, you knew he needed to feel you immediately..and with that warm, dripping little hole all stretched out for him, it was the perfect place. Taking his thumb and pointer, Armin would part those plump lips and suck his teeth. “..that fat little pussy..she’s so wet for me, isn’t she? Let me in it…just like that.” Talking you through as he penetrated that warmth. One thing your man could always agree on was how good that pussy was. No matter how mad you made him, he was going to forgive you the second he could fuck you. And just for troubling him tonight, he was going to need more of those waterworks.

“Mmmm..give me that dick. I wanna feel you so deep up in it..” he wasn’t much for letting you make demands right now but with the way you felt suctioned around his shaft, he’d give you the whole world if you asked for it. “Look at how good you take me, angel…creaming on it. Goddamn, I love you..” having to laugh off his own weakness to your mix. You’d both watch as it slid in, disappearing with each aching inch being shoved into your walls. But it wasn’t until he’d start to move did he regain a semblance of control. Squelching noises arising with each slow push..smacking skin filling the room along with those shuddered whimpers from Armin and (y/n). At that point, you were only fitting him halfway; the curvature of his cock hooked inside of you and trying to hit your g-spot. He knew all the pressure points and ways to make you tick. To have you climbing these walls and crying out for him all night. With your legs occupying the arms of the chairs, you’d toss your hands to the back of it, clawing into the headrest as he fed you those deep strokes and his palm returned to your throat to keep you focused on him.. “That’s it..look at me. Look me in the eyes when you take this dick. I know it feels so good, doesn’t it, sweetheart? You’re my baby but you like it when I fuck you like my little whore, right?” And it was then that you were starting to cave! Melting in his grasp as he mixed up those insides. After fitting only four or so inches, enough to get you stirred up, he’d push in a couple more until he was nearly buried at the hilt. Those heavy balls slapping against your ass.. “I love it, I love it so fucking much! Thank you..” knowing that he had broken you down and got into your head now. All of that instilled in your empty little brain that when he asked you to do something, you’d listen. Of course, you weren’t the only caving and cracking under the powerful sensation. “Mmm! You’re fucking me so good, daddy..keep going, right there..!” whining so helplessly as you remained impaled on his dick. Only mere minutes away from releasing yet again. He didn’t care how many times you came. If you flooded the floor, the chair or anything in your vicinity, you were going to make a mess for him and do so until he felt like stopping. Pinning you to that seat with all his force, Armin fucked up into you relentlessly, with no intention to slow down. Those beautiful tits bouncing with each stroke. Not even when he accidentally coaxed out more of that liquid; this time spraying his chiseled abs in the process. Something about that sight drove him crazy. “Oh my God…you’re squirting. You’re doing so good for me!..stay just like that, don’t move..” he’d prompt you to maintain that pose, thrusting a little faster until he nearly knocked you back into your desk. Meanwhile, the static feed from your headphones could be heard out of earshot. Mumbling from your friends; speculating of what they were hearing at the moment were you and your man in the midst of a rough fuck session. And they’d be correct. They had been on the receiving end of your moans and cries, cursing back at each other in lust filled fury. The two of you would continue on for at least another ten minutes or so. Exchanging orgasms and expletives until either of you could muster up another drop. Ending with him spilling his seed all inside of that fertile womb. But by the end of it all, he'd fulfilled his mission well enough. Your eyes were damn near shut and you were hardly coherent.

“Aww..tired, angel?” Knowing he wouldn’t elicit a real response, he’d just laugh as you nodded your head. “Come on, let’s get you cleaned up..” getting himself together so that he could hoist you in his arms and carry you to the bed. It was there where he’d lay you down carefully and go retrieve a warm washcloth; wiping over your sore body and changing you into something warmer and less drenched. All the while, you were fading further into slumber. It didn’t take him long to get you situated but once he did, he’d cover you with a warm blanket, too your forehead with a loving kiss and whisper into your ear;

“…goodnight, angel.”

knowing you’d gladly let him put you to sleep if he did it like this.

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levisjinchuriki · 1 year

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insatiable

summary: armin is inexperienced in every way. he’s never been on a date, had his first kiss, has never been touched… armin wants it to be with someone special. someone like you.

warning: armin fluff, confessing feelings, innocent!armin, virgin!armin, mentions of religion, armin secures his first date ever

word count: 2.1k - ch 1

armin’s religion is something precious to him, however, he doesn’t agree with every limitation. he prays everyday and attends church on sundays, but he doesn’t believe in waiting until marriage. his main ideology is saving himself for someone special. he doesn’t want to have flings with people just for the sake of it. he wants to have a meaningful connection with someone first before trying anything. along with this idea, armin is incredibly shy. hence why he’s still a virgin and entering his second year of college. that fact doesn’t bother him, but it confuses the hell out of his friends.

armin is human. he obviously feels the same urges everyone else does but he chooses his beliefs over the fleeting thoughts. he’s not one to cave into peer pressure. his friends have tried to take on the role of his wingmen a few times before to try to get girls to talk to him, but he’s always politely declined their offers. one time eren had successfully talked a girl into going on a date with armin. when he heard about the plan armin approached her and apologized for his friend’s behavior.

armin is an introvert. he likes to be in the comfort of his own room listening to music, watching a movie, studying, reading his bible… he doesn’t get out much. the only people he hangs out with are the friends he’s had since he was a child. much to their surprise, eren and mikasa convinced armin to go out with them tonight. it’ll be his first time attending a house party in a while. the music is always too loud and way too vulgar for his taste. he doesn’t drink. he doesn’t smoke. he’s too timid to talk to strangers. nothing about the environment screams armin arlert.

other than his friends, the only thing he likes at this party is you. he likes how you show off your intelligence in philosophy class, how kind you are when you tell the professor to have a good night, how pretty you look when you smile… armin has thought about you quite a bit the last few weeks. he has a bit of a crush on you. it’s a new feeling for him, he’s never had a proper crush on someone before.

when armin thinks of you his thoughts of you are always pure. he wonders what it’s like to be the one to make you laugh, take you on a date, maybe even hold your hand while he walks you home…

“is that a purity ring?”, you ask. your voice is a bit loud as you try to talk over the music and other people’s conversations. you shift your weight on the couch as you lean down to get a better look at the piece of jewelry on armin’s finger. you’re careful not to spill the drink you’re holding as you look closer. armin looks down at his hand as you inspect it. you’ve never seen one before.

armin isn’t sure when his crush on you began. he could feel his heart race whenever you entered a room and how his eyes automatically shut when he caught a whiff of your perfume. he’s only known you since the semester started. although you’re in the same class, he hasn’t had an opportunity to talk to you just yet. while he doesn’t know much about you, armin can tell you’re out of his league. he knows you're beautiful and intimidating and he’s just armin. nothing was really special about him.

“it is”, he answers you, voice timid. when you sit back up he nervously clasps his hands together. he’s not embarrassed of his faith one bit. he’s proud to say he believes in a higher being. armin just isn’t one to crave attention and your question had inadvertently caused some heads to turn.

“so you’ve never had sex?”, you ask. you’re trying to be respectful. you aren’t asking in an attempt to humiliate him, you’re genuinely curious. armin is very handsome, sweet, charming, smart… you wonder how no one has had the chance to be with him yet. he’s such a catch.

armin meets your eyes, then looks behind you. mikasa and eren are looking at him expectantly. they’re sure armin has never been intimate with anyone before, but he’s never confirmed it. he’s not sure what his friends will say about it. armin hesitates to answer. he looks back down at his ring and plays with it.

you scold yourself for embarrassing him. this is not a conversation to have so publicly. you down the rest of your drink before leaning into armin, closer this time.

“come with me”, you whisper into his ear. goosebumps run down his arms at the feeling of your breath against his skin. before armin has time to respond, you hold his hand and lead him away from the living room. armin notices that his much larger hand swallows yours.

eren and mikasa give each other a look as you both leave the couch. they know about your crush on each other.

armin desperately follows close behind you, not wanting to get lost in the sea of drunk college students. his hands already feel clammy in your grasp.

“where are we going?”, he asks as you both make your way upstairs. armin purposefully keeps his gaze up, being respectful and not looking down at your hips as they sway in front of him.

instead of answering him you guide armin into your bedroom and shut the door behind you. it’s much quieter here. all that can be heard are the muffled conversations from below and the bass of the music.

armin wipes his palms on his pants, feeling a bit on edge. he’s never been inside a girl’s bedroom before. he makes sure not to snoop around. it wouldn’t be very respectful of him. armin fidgets with his ring while he waits for you to break the ice. you watch him as you lean with your back pressed against your door, wondering what’s going on inside his head. his blonde bangs cover his forehead, but you still notice that he keeps his eyes on the floor, careful not to pry. how thoughtful.

“i thought we could have more privacy here”, you explain. armin smiles gratefully at you, but quickly averts his gaze again. you’re not sure if he’s upset with you, but you decide to apologize anyway to cover your bases. “i didn’t mean to embarrass you-”, you start.

armin shakes his head at your apology. “please”, he interrupts you. “it’s okay, really”. he doesn’t think you have anything to apologize for. was the question intrusive? yes, but he knows you weren’t asking him with any malicious intent.

“you can ask me anything you want”, he tells you. armin’s blue eyes bore into yours. you nod and carefully select your words. you don't want to come off as ignorant for not understanding or too critical of him. you weren’t a virgin yourself, but you definitely were not a pro. you were just picky.

“is it a religious thing?”, you ask. armin considers your question for a moment. he tilts his head to the side as he thinks.

“yes and no. my faith says not to be intimate with anyone until marriage. it’s a nice sentiment, but i don’t intend to wait that long”, armin pauses to collect his thoughts. “i’m waiting to give myself to someone i trust completely. and maybe even grow to love” he says sweetly. there’s crinkles next to his eyes as he smiles, thinking about his beliefs. a smile appears on your own lips at his answer. you didn’t expect him to say something so innocent.

“i admire that”, you tell him. he looks away and tries not to blush at your comment. surely armin had to have girls falling over each other to get a chance with him. what’s not to like?

“so that means you’ve done everything leading up to sex, right?”, you ask expectantly.

armin shakes his head. “not exactly”, he places a hand behind his neck. “i’ve never done anything before”, he answers truthfully. armin doesn’t say anything after his confession. you take a moment to look at him. he’s so sweet and gentle. he isn’t the heartbreaker type and is definitely not one to have a one night stand. he’s mature, unlike most people at this age. he knows what he wants and is willing to wait for the right time.

you can’t hide the surprised look on your face. in college everyone has had their first kiss, first relationship, maybe even first heartbreak by now. it’s so rare to find someone who hasn’t experienced anything at all. you hate to admit it, but the thought of being his first is intriguing. a bit naughty, too.

you speak before you can stop yourself. “do you want to?”, you ask. armin’s cheeks are crimson. “you said you were waiting to give yourself to someone you trust. i’m not saying we have to go all the way, but if you ever want to try a few things…”, your voice fades away as you try to explain your thoughts.

armin stands there, stunned at your offer. he’s never been given a proposition like this before. it’s a lot to consider. he wouldn’t be abandoning his faith, but he’s not in an established relationship with you. what if this situation goes south and it changes his feelings for you? what if it makes you see him in a negative light? armin doesn’t want to experiment with something as precious as you.

on the other hand, you do have a point. armin doesn’t know what he likes and dislikes. he won’t if he doesn’t explore himself. what if he’s a bad kisser and doesn’t know it? or bad at other things but isn’t aware because of his lack of experience?

the middle ground is you. he isn’t being pressured to do anything he doesn’t want to. you were just offering. he could say no and it would be entirely okay. but if he was going to try anything he’d want it to be with you.

“i know you like me, armin”. he looks away from you, feeling a bit embarrassed. “mikasa told me”, you inform him as you walk closer. he holds back his urge to cringe. of course she told you.

“don’t worry”, you coo as you rest your fingertips under his chin to tilt it up. armin’s eyes shift between yours. you're so close to him now. he holds his breath, feeling his chest tighten up a bit.

“i like you too”, you smile. armin can’t believe what he’s hearing. you actually like him? he stutters, not knowing what to say. with the way you’re looking at him he’s sure you’re telling the truth, but he’s hesitant to believe you. why would you like him?

armin remembers you’ve had a few drinks. he’s never tried it before so he’s not sure how it works. but he remembers hearing that sometimes people say things they don't mean, so he’s running with that idea.

“you’ve been drinking”, he states. surely the alcohol is to blame for the discussion you’re having. your smile doesn’t waver.

“i’m not drunk, armin. i’ve meant everything i’ve said”, you tell him sincerely. you drop your hand from his chin, giving him some space and time to think. armin spins his ring around his finger as he reflects on your conversation. he’s nervous, interested, scared, hopeful… he’s feeling a bit of everything right now.

“if we’re going to do this i think we should do it properly”. armin always thinks strategically. he doesn’t want this situation to blow up in his face later. he wants to make sure he does things the right way.

“properly?”, you repeat. you try not to seem so eager.

“well, i should take you out first, right?”, he asks, uncertain of his own question. a smile returns to your lips. just thinking about being with armin was making you giddy.

“are you asking me out on a date?”. he stutters again. it’s cute how he’s so easily flustered. you let him short-circuit for a moment before calling his name soothingly. your voice grounds him. armin closes his eyes and takes a deep breath to center himself before speaking again.

“if you’ll let me, i’d like to take you on a date sometime”, armin says, much more calm than before. it’s your turn to blush. no one has ever made you feel so special in such a short amount of time. you’re more than happy to accept his offer.

“i’d love to go on a date with you”, you respond. armin’s blue eyes shimmer as he beams at you. he’s excited for what’s to come.

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kooruphobic · 1 year

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WILL YOU BE MY VALENTINE? — armin arlert/reader

𓆩♡𓆪 tags : sub!armin, tease!reader, armin has a crush (on you), and is definitely helplessly in love, kissing, begging (slightly), vaginal sex, jean kirstein is a bitch, armin thinks about voueyrism(?), smut

𓆩♡𓆪 word count : 2.7k

𓆩♡𓆪 summary : armin has been pining after you for years. when the two of you end up alone in his room, he finally works up the courage to ask you to be his valentine. but in the end, he gets a little more than what he asked for.

Armin likes you. Everyone knows—Eren, Mikasa, Jean, Connie, Sasha—it’s a universal fact at this point. Even people who aren't in your close circle know.

He’s liked you for years. Ever since Eren introduced the two of you he fell in love at first sight. Armin wasn’t gifted with the courage to flirt with girls as Eren does, so he’s admired you from afar instead. Everyone notices how he looks at you and how he blushes when you get close to him. One time, when your entire friend group was hanging out, there were no more spots on the couch so you asked if you could sit on his lap as a joke. His entire face went completely red in seconds. He managed to choke out a quiet “yeah,” and for the few weeks following Armin had to face relentless teasing from the entire group.

Truth be told, you knew what you were doing. You always know what you're doing. Even though he doesn't think you know, it's quite obvious to you that Armin has a crush. Teasing him when you all hang out together is probably one of your favorite pastimes. You enjoy the way he struggles to get out the right words when you compliment him or how his eyes go wide and his cheeks flush rosy-pink when you flirt.

If you're being honest with yourself, you might also have a little crush on him. Armin is very pretty. You like his blonde hair and how his soft blue eyes compliment them. His smile is super cute, too. He’s always nice to you (probably because he likes you) but he’s always careful with what he says and has never done anything to make you uncomfortable. You would ask to date him, but you find no fun in making the first move. Imagining Armin being flustered as he’s confessing to you is something you picture almost every time you see him.

Today is the 14th of February. It's a day that people either love or hate: Valentine’s Day. Since nobody in the friend group is dating anyone, you decided to spend Valentine's Day with each other. Armin offered for everyone to come over to his place and you did. You all played games (almost losing friendship over an Uno match), ate, drank, and talked about stupid things. It was like any other typical hangout you guys had.

Or so Armin thought. With the way his friends are, he shouldn't have been surprised when they all left to go “pick up” something. Jean was the one who urged you to stay with Armin, insisting he couldn't just be left alone even though Armin kept telling you it was fine.

And now the two of you are in his room, sitting on the edge of the bed, talking about nothing in particular.

“...And I always lose when we play anything card related. You guys are plotting against me or something,” you laugh softly, slightly tilting your head. You ask him a question but your words simply go through one ear and out the other. The only thing Armin can focus on is how pretty you look next to him. He eyes your chest and eventually trails down the rest of your body, practically undressing you with his eyes.

“Armin?”

You wave a hand in front of him, breaking him out of his trance. He realizes he’s been staring at you for a little too long, and he immediately begins coming up with one hundred different excuses for himself.

“I’m sorry, I just spaced out for—”

“What were you thinking about?”

You.

“I-I dunno. Just stuff, I guess.”

Armin’s cheeks are dusted rose-pink and he can feel the blood rush to his face. He’s praying you don't notice his flushed appearance (you do, though). You giggle at his sudden shy demeanor, despite him talking so confidently with you just a few minutes before.

“You can tell me, I won’t judge.”

You will judge. How can he possibly tell you straight-up he was thinking about you?

“It's nothing, really. Did you ask something earlier?” he questions, trying to change the subject.

You smile. Earlier you asked if he had a valentine. You know the answer already, you just want to see him become a stuttering mess.

“I asked if you have a valentine.”

Armin's eyes widen for a second and he quickly looks around the room, finding something to focus on so he’s not looking at you.

Of course, he doesn't have a valentine. He wants it to be you, but there's no way he has enough courage to do that. Armin has done the math. There's a ninety-nine-point-nine chance of him getting rejected, so it's kind of silly to confess knowing he’ll get his heart broken.

He’s heard it a million times from his friends every year: “Just do it. The worst she can say is no,” but that's just it. Every time a guy thinks the worst she can possibly say is “no” the outcome is the complete opposite and they get rejected in ways ten times worse. Armin doesn't have any personal experience with that, but he’s certainly seen what other guys have been through.

But then he starts thinking, what if you do say yes to him? What if the point one percent of you not rejecting him actually pulls through? Armin feels a small sense of confidence. It wouldn't hurt to confess…right? He’s liked you for years so why not just tell you and get it over with? He does have the perfect opportunity. Maybe watching Eren flirt with all those girls has given him some second-hand experience.

Armin stops staring at the pencil on his desk and returns his gaze to you. You still have your head tilted to the side, patiently waiting for an answer.

“...Yeah.”

The little confidence he had in himself left and was replaced with immediate regret. Why did he say that? He didn't even say it as a normal person would. His voice came out quiet and shaky. Where was he even going with this?

“Oh, really?” you smile again, a hint of amusement in your voice. “Who is it?”

“Well—”

“Is it someone I know?” you place a hand on his chest, pushing him back onto the bed. “Am I friends with them?”

Armin's heartbeat quickens tenfold, and instead of feeling the blood rush straight to his face, it goes straight to his dick. He’s hard and all you’ve done is put one hand on hand on him.

You give him an innocent look and place a knee between his legs, acting as if you don't know what you're doing.

“What's wrong, Armin? You're so quiet.”

What's wrong? What's wrong is that your knee is pressing against his hard-on and you're above him, hand still resting on his chest. There's no way you're doing this as a joke. It has to be on purpose, right? You're not just messing with him?

“You…you do know her,” he manages to say, closing his eyes and letting out a sharp breath.

You lean forward and your lips ghost the shell of his ear.

“Tell me about her then,” you whisper, “because it seems that you like her a lot.”

Armin swallows and places a shaky hand on top of yours, gazing at you with desire evident in his eyes.

“She’s really pretty. I’ve liked her for a long time…” he trails off when you run your hand down his abs, but picks up again when you stop. “I haven't actually asked her yet.”

“Hmm. Why? Are you scared?” your voice takes on more of a sultry tone.

“N-no. Not exactly.”

“I think…” you tuck a stray strand of hair behind his ear, “that you should ask her right now.”

Armin looks up at you and stares. There's no way you're just joking. He’s used to your teasing—Armin always thinks it's just to mess with him—but you’ve never taken it this far. You have to like him too, right? Why would you go to these lengths just to mess with him? He realizes just how embarrassed he is and how embarrassing it would be if he really asked you to be his valentine. Armin would feel like he was in the sixth grade again, which is definitely not something he’d like to feel.

You graze your lips against his, cupping his face with your hand.

“C’mon, Armin. I know you like me. Just ask.”

He feels his face heat up again. For a second, he thinks he’s dreaming because there’s no possible way this could be real. But it is. It is real. It’s real and you’re telling him to ask you to be his valentine.

“Will you—will you be my valentine?”

He cringes slightly at his words but seeing the way you smile against his lips makes everything worth it.

“Of course I will.”

Armin swallows again as you stare at him for a few moments. He follows your eyes as they move down to his lips. As if asking for permission, you move forward ever so slightly. He thinks about it for a moment, wondering what would happen if the others came back and walked into the room. How would they react if they saw the two of you like this, your knee in between his thighs and faces so close you can feel each other's breath? They most definitely wouldn’t be surprised, but if you took it any further than a one-time thing…

He decides not to think about it any longer and closes his eyes, letting his lips find yours and kissing you. Armin kisses softly at first, but eventually, you start kissing back, and he loses himself. The kiss grows sloppier but it doesn’t matter to him. This is all he’s ever wanted. The number of times he’s fallen asleep fantasizing about your soft lips on his—he can’t even count them on his fingers anymore. Armin wraps his arm around your waist and pulls you closer to him.

You taste sweet, a mix of chocolate and alcohol from earlier. It’s intoxicating. Everything about you is intoxicating. The way you smell, the way you feel, the way you touch. He hadn’t noticed you were running your hands down his body until you reached in between his thighs. Your hands lingered there, unmoving. He moans into the kiss, quiet but still loud enough that you hear.

You kiss him for a few moments longer then break away. Armin is panting, his ears burning and eyes blown with lust. You’ve turned him into a mess with one kiss.

“Please,” is the only word he says, looking down at your hand still between his thighs.

You tug his shirt, a sign for him to take it off, and he obliges. He throws it to the side carelessly, doing the same with his pants.

You’ve seen Armin without a shirt before but you’ve never realized how good he looks. He has washboard abs, a slender waist, and a complimenting v-line—you can’t help but stare for a few seconds. You run your hands down his abs, trailing all the way down to his boxers. You hook your fingers around the waistband and pull them down, his hard cock lightly hitting his stomach. There’s already pre-cum leaking from his tip.

“What do you want me to do, Armin?” you ask, wrapping your fingers around his length.

He looks at you through half-lidded eyes. He doesn’t care what you do to him, he just wants more of you in any way possible.

“Anything.”

You grin and pull your shirt off, then your shorts, then your bra. Besides your panties, you’re completely bare. Armin admires how perfect you look in front of him. He’s touched himself to the thought of you naked before, but nothing he imagined in that pretty little head of his amounted to how good you looked in person.

You go in for another kiss and soon enough he’s pushing inside of you, slowly enough to make sure he doesn’t hurt you. You moan into the kiss, rolling your hips onto his.

“Wait—no condom?”

“It’s ok. On the pill,” you intertwine your fingers with his and press your lips onto his again. Armin bottoms out into you and groans. You realize just how big Armin actually is. He places his hands around your waist and hugs you closer, holding you tight as if he’s scared he’ll lose you.

You start moving up and down on his cock and eventually, Armin starts meeting you halfway. The two of you waste no time taking it slow, he’s desperate for you, and—even though you haven’t really shown it—you’re desperate for him. When Armin kissed you your thighs clenched, but he didn’t seem to notice.

The room that was once filled with you and Armin’s innocent bickering and teasing was now filled with obscene sounds—from how he pistoned up into your wet pussy to his sweet whimpers—it turned on Armin so, so much.

You squeeze around him, enjoying his whimpers and breathy pants. And just as you were both chasing your high, coming close even though it hasn’t been that long, you hear the front door open and the sounds of your friend's laughter follow. Armin stops and looks at his closed bedroom door, a panicked expression on his face. A knock sounds on the door, Connie’s voice coming from the other side.

“Are you two good in there?”

Armin opens his mouth to answer but only a broken sob comes out as you slam your hips back down onto him. You continue, smiling down at him, acting like nothing is wrong. He looks at you with his eyes widened, biting his hand to stop himself from letting out any more sounds.

“Go on, answer him. You don’t want him to think there’s anything wrong, do you?”

He grabs your waist with his free hand in an attempt to stop you, but he’s so weak from the pleasure that it does absolutely nothing. Tears prick at his eyes, from the embarrassment of being almost caught by one of his friends and how good he feels.

“I bet you secretly want it to happen. For Connie to come in here and see what we’re doing.”

You’re right, he does secretly want it to happen. He wants Connie to open the door and see the expression on his face at the sight of the two of you. He wants him to see the way you go down onto his cock, taking him so well and him enjoying everyone second of it. Armin isn’t even thinking straight anymore, purely driven by lust. He begins to thrust back up into you, tears rolling down his cheeks. Everything feels better than before; you feel impossibly tighter around him and he feels so good. There are no other words to describe it.

“Hello?”

“We’re fine. Just give us a few moments, we’re talking about somethi—”

Armin stops mid-sentence because feels close, hips stuttering. He feels the way your pussy spasms around him and notices the way your eyes roll back. You’ve already come but he’s not done yet.

“I’m sorry,” is all he manages to choke out as he continues to push into you. He grabs your hips again and thrusts roughly, his rhythm growing messy and inconsistent. You’re overstimulated and you try to say something, but your jaw goes slack as he keeps going. He chases the high he was so close to earlier and finally reaches it, a string of broken sobs and moans coming spilling from his mouth. Armin’s loud and he knows it, but it doesn’t matter to him anymore. He pulls you into one final, messy kiss and closes his eyes, breath heavy.

There’s a moment of silence and suddenly you hear roars of laughter through the door.

“I fucking told you! You all owe me fifty dollars,” Jean’s voice echoes through the house, followed by a chorus of groans from the rest of your friends.

“You’re such a fucking bitch, dude.” Connie’s voice is clear at first, becoming quieter and muffled as he moves away from the bedroom door.

You look at Armin and he looks at you. You laugh and he gives you a shy, embarrassed smile.

“Oops.”

𓆩♡𓆪 note : this was supposed to be posted on valentines day. . .obviously. i posted it on ao3 on feb 15, and decided to post here too after awhile.

happy late valentines day!

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strscollide · 2 months

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mid twenties armin arlert with longer hair, hair that reaches his shoulder blades at least, and he ties it up haphazardly when he’s working, sat in his office with paper work, his glasses slipping down the bridge of his nose.

since the rumbling ended and wars ended he threw himself into his work, barely taking care of himself, his face had always been on the chubbier side, those round cheeks when he smiled, but as he grew older and took on more responsibility his face grew gaunt, his cheekbones becoming more visible. not that this made him any less handsome, rather it made him look more grown up and matured, but one could look closely and tell he hadn’t had sleep in the last two days.

you often ran your hands over his cheeks, your touch soft and loving, and he leaned into it, falling into the way your fingers feathered over his skin, and the way your hands were the first to only ever show him love.

you sat with him at his desk frequently, both to make sure he was resting and eating, but also because he found it easier to work while you were around, you motivated him <3

#armin arlert #attack on titan fic #attack on titan #attack on titan x reader #armin x reader #armin arlert x reader

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jeankirsteinsgrlfrnd · 2 months

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How does armin take care of a drunk reader?

armin takes care of your drunkself

armin lays a bottle of tylenol, a glass of water and your phone on the beside table for yourself in the morning. he’ll be gone when you wake up because he’s out getting your favorite breakfast order.

he is not afraid to pull the trigger if you’re too drunk to even throw up. it’s no sweat off his back. he ties your hair up, too.

he memorized your skin care routine so obviously, he does it for you even when you fight him about it. muttering the whole time, “you’re going to be so mad tomorrow if you don’t let me do this.”

always makes sure you wind up home and safe. he’ll drive to you where ever you are so you don’t drink and drive.

armin loves to cut you off when he thinks you’ve had enough. you never believe him and always order another shot. he, and the blessing that he is, will snag it from you so fast and slam it down just so you don’t drink it.

he always has to calm you down when you get too rowdy. but if you behave yourself enough, he obliges to your every request. ie: dancing, playing mario kart, late night walk, sneaky bathroom time…

he also 100% stands up for you whenever someone spills a drink on you or bumps into you. he yells and turns all red in the face. it’s really cute actually.

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clfixationstation · 4 months

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The dynamic is NOT Eren gets angry, Armin soothes him. It's Eren gets angry and Armin does damage control for him. Eren slips into despair and Armin gives him hope. Armin gets tangled in his own anxieties and hopelessness and Eren comforts him. Eren encourages him, puts his faith in him, gives Armin the confidence to flourish.

It goes both ways. They have such understanding of each other, such kindness and respect the reserve only for each other (& Mikasa of course).

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amywritesthings · 5 months

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the morning of. / an armin holiday fic

pairing: armin arlert x f!reader (attack on titan / shingeki no kyojin) word count: 2k summary: It's not only your first holiday after the Battle of Heaven and Earth, but your first time living with Armin. Waking up next to overachiever has its perks.

tags: 18+ MINORS DNI! post-aot finale, smut, dirty talk, foreplay (f!receiving, armin's a giver), light dom undertones, orgasm, angst with a happy ending, armin is a sweety but also a lil freaky credit: dividers by @saradika

welcome to the ninth day of the twelve days of amymas and also merry christmas eve !!

Christmas Day.

This year marked the very first holiday season after the Battle of Heaven and Earth.

And you?

You're surviving, but you're not alone:

After the papers were signed and the truces were finalized, all Armin Arlert wanted to do was go back to Paradis and exist.

To live in peace if only for a little while, perhaps somewhere not too far from the sea, before he went back for more ambassadorship opportunities.

For his friends.

For himself.

(But with you.)

So you went back on the first boat to Paradis with Jean and Connie.

While Armin worked hard to square away everything on Marley, you worked towards the future of rebuilding of this little island, aiming your sights beyond the Walls.

To create the perfect home for the two of you.

Although gathering building supplies and hands steady enough to build a cabin required effort, you managed to pull enough favors from the people of Paradis: a quaint cabin on the outskirts awaited the 15th Commander of the Scouts on the far side of the island, right by the mouth of the ocean.

And when Armin came home, that’s where you stayed.

Although it was no secret that you and Armin had a thing in the Scout Corps, it's odd to acknowledge it was real in front of all of your friends.

Yet, given the weariness in everyone's bones, no one bats an eye at the fact that you live together.

(It’s better that everyone is happy in their own way.)

And it's quiet, for the most part.

The tide comes and goes. Birds chirp and squawk over the waves.

Armin had been busy visiting Mikasa Ackerman on Christmas Eve, imploring her to stop by for dinner at your place.

You were already prepared for Christmas Day. After all, it was easy to make him gifts while he was away so much.

Crocheting a sweater, for instance, to combat the chill of the sea. Buying a few practical items, for the next time he departs for Marley.

When Armin returned, he seemed happy.

(Mikasa said yes, he exhales with relief.)

And when you went to bed, Armin seemed in his own head, like he was waiting to be alone.

You assume it's for reflection.

It isn't a bother to sleep early.

When you awake Christmas morning, the sun has yet to rise. Only a faint hue from the open bedroom window illuminates the room.

Armin is still fast asleep.

His blonde hair has gotten a little longer around the frame of his face, cascaded in a halo around his face.

He looks exhausted.

Spent.

Carefully you nudge his outstretched arms, attempting to wake him just enough to cuddle against him.

Armin gives easily to your request, making a small noise in his sleep as he subconsciously invites you in.

By the time you nestle under his arm, he lets out a soft sigh.

“...time is it?”

“Early,” you whisper back, nuzzling your nose to him. A gentle ghost of a smile passes against his lips. “Go back to sleep.”

“Mmmph — no, gotta… get up,” he mumbles, eyes still closed. “It’s Christmas.”

You shake your head with a small laugh, studying his face.

“We don’t have any plans. We can sleep until dinner if we want.”

“Mm, but what about…”

"Rest, Armin," you interrupt, kissing the tip of his nose. "I'm going to make some tea."

Armin takes a slow inhale through his nose, only to curl his arm around your body to pull you closer.

Firmer.

Keeping you from making a move from his side.

It's amusing. Cute.

To accommodate, you drag your thigh higher along the outer curve of his to slot better beside him.

“...can’t go downstairs," the command is his exhale, "not yet.”

“Why not?” you question playfully.

Using your shoulder, you crane your neck to view the mouth of the stairwell connected to the bedroom — as if you'll manage to see why for yourself.

Armin catches the movement, causing him to finally open those brilliant blue eyes of his.

He’s a light sleeper, freakishly alert, but through the last few months he's found himself more lax when it comes to laying in bed with you.

(At ease. Gentle.)

“Because I have to be there when you do,” he replies with a little more awareness in his voice. “I… might have done something.”

You whip your attention back down to the blonde beside you and note the growing blush on his pale cheeks.

“Done… something?”

“Like maybe gone a little overboard.”

You blink. “In what way?”

“In a… well, it was supposed to be a surprise— Wait!”

When he notices you shift to sit up, Armin quickly pushes your back against the mattress and pins you to it with his own warm body.

He curls around you with a light chuckle, eyes still a bit bleary.

You drop back with a gentle oof, and stare up that boyish, charming face of his.

You can’t help it.

You lean up to capture his lips in a brief kiss, and he makes a short noise of surprise.

Your head drops back to the pillow, lips curling to a smirk.

“Is that why you’re so tired? You were up all night doing something downstairs?”

"You make it sound like I was doing something bad."

"I mean, if the shoe fits."

"For your information, I brought a few decorations back."

"Back?" you repeat. "Like from Marley."

He nods. "Not that you didn't do a great job with the tree. I didn't touch that. I just... sort of covered our entire house with stuff. Garland. Candles. Beads—"

"Armin?"

"—so you'd wake up to a sight to behold. You know, for our first winter season." He pauses before sheepishly including: "Together."

Chuckling to himself, Armin cups his palm to your cheek and leans in, refusing to allow that one kiss to be the only one.

“You always ruin surprises.”

“I know,” you manage to joke right back. "But I bet it really is."

"Really is what?" he murmurs, leaning in to press a lingering kiss to your lips.

You accept it with a hum of approval.

"A sight to behold."

(Just like him, you want to tell him, but he'll never recover.)

Armin doesn’t just give kisses — every peck has a meaning, every slow drag has a purpose, and the air in the room shifts in an instant.

The kisses deepen, and soon enough Armin is caging you underneath of him.

His palm cradles your head like you’re a precious gem, mindful of his weight hovering over you.

When his hips instinctually grind into yours, the thin layer of your pajamas make direct contact between your legs.

Armin chokes out a shaken gasp, shuddering from pleasure.

He’s already hard from morning wood, and you can’t help but grin against his mouth.

“Sorry,” he hiccups, pressing his forehead into yours as he stops himself. “Sorry, you — it’s, ah, it’s always you.”

He squeezes his eyes shut, willing his arousal to disappear, before fluttering his eyes open down to you.

“We can be lazy about it,” you sing-song, reaching down to snap the waistband of his pajamas. He jolts. “If you want.”

Armin's eyes widen a fraction at what you’re implying, before his face turns scarlet.

“I mean, yeah, I… you don’t have to convince me. But — downstairs—”

“Can wait,” you interrupt, flicking his lower lip with the tip of your tongue.

Armin shudders, reaching down to glide his hand over the swell of your breast, circling his thumb over the peak.

"You sure about this?" he whispers as he continues to rub affectionately, mindful of the noises bubbling in your throat.

You've never nodded so fast in your life.

Eventually the blonde turns his wrist, pointing his fingers down to your hips, before slipping his fingers under the waistband.

He whines when he realizes you’re already plenty wet.

“You, too, huh?” he weakly jokes about your states of arousal, but he bites his lip and slowly — slowly — circles your clit with his middle finger.

You gasp, dropping your head back.

He seizes the moment and dives in, peppering loving kisses to your neck.

The circles grow more certain.

Stronger.

“Just… wanted this first Christmas to mean something,” he murmurs against your neck, sucking at the skin and nipping gently.

You writhe against the sheets, moaning to the morning air.

“You deserve something good. I want to give you something… so good…”

“Armin,” you breathe, and you feel his lips curve to a smile against your lips.

“Come for me first,” he whispers, tightening the circles around your clit the way he’s grown to master. “Just once and I’ll take you downstairs, I promise.”

“What about — mmph — you?” you whine, bucking your hips into his hand.

You want to feel him, in every way imaginable.

You want him to feel good, too, but you can barely think straight.

His knee nudges under yours and pushes upward, forcing your right leg wider. Opening your folds to him, giving him direct access to what he wants.

"You said we had no plans, right?" Armin replies with gentle amusement.

His fingers speed up to make a point.

"By that definition, I can have you here for as long as I want."

"Armin."

Your back arches, desperate to rock against him with little shame.

"Maybe this is my gift. Hearing you say my name like that. I'll make up for all the times you had to take care of yourself while I was away. Then, and only when I think I've made you come enough, you can return the favor."

He lifts his head, keen on watching you come apart by his hand.

“I’m in no rush.”

“Armin—”

“I got you,” he interrupts, pressing a kiss to your lips to drown out your cries. “You’re doing so good for me.”

He doesn’t give up.

He’s so timid in so many aspects of his life, but after some trial and error in bed, this is the one place he’s certain.

Sure of himself.

He knows you, just like you know him.

And Armin won’t give up until he has you whimpering under him.

Your toes curl when that familiar pressure begins to build, and he doesn’t let up.

Doesn’t stop.

All he does is leave your lips to nip at your earlobe.

“You’re close already, aren’t you?”

He whispers in your ear, and you bite your lip to keep the noises down.

“Don’t hold back. I want to hear you.”

Stars burst.

Sometimes all it takes is Armin’s gift of words that sends you reeling, and soon you fall over the edge with a strangled moan of need.

He continues massaging your clit, slowing the speed but not quite letting up.

Not until you make that squeak of overstimulation.

Then he hums with happiness, and pulls his hand out of your pajama bottoms.

“Better?” he asks gently, using his other hand to gently run along your cheek. He licks his fingers clean, savoring the taste of you.

Spent, you nod with a lopsided smile.

“...I feel like you’re already spoiling me.”

“Oh, that’s hardly what I call spoiling,” he breathily admits, pressing a chaste kiss to your lips. “You okay?"

"More than," you promise.

"Good. C’mon, let’s go downstairs."

"I don't think I can feel my legs."

He chuckles, sitting up with a grin. "Then I'll carry you on my back. We'll make some fresh tea and enjoy the day before the rest show up.”

You leisurely follow, sitting up on your elbows.

When you hold out a hand for him to take, he pulls you up.

Forehead to forehead, he takes a pause to nuzzle them together, eyes slipping closed.

"Happy Christmas," he says.

"Happy Christmas to you, too, Commander." He snorts at the title. "If we’re going to start off every Christmas this way, I’m not gonna say no."

Armin’s grin only widens.

He turns his back to you at the edge of the bed, beckoning you to climb on.

Sleepily you oblige, wrapping your arms around his neck.

He turns his chin to kiss the tip of your nose, murmuring a promise in return:

“I’m open to starting new traditions, but only if they're with you.”

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arminsumi · 8 months

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hey if ur up for it could u write promt 8 of friends to lovers for armin.. but like the reader teaches him how to kiss bc she really wants an excuse to finally kiss him? hehe

KISSING ON THE COUCH.

𝐀𝐑𝐌𝐈𝐍 — アルミン ⋅ fem reader

8 — "I'll teach you to kiss."

NOTE: wheee!! i'm ngl this prompt was made with armin in mind hehe 💗

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🍒 𝐉𝐚𝐲 ⋅ 𝐑𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐬/𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐩 𝐚 𝐥𝐨𝐭 !

"Ah, yeah, I mean, kissing is a core part of romance for most people, right? But there's no way I can do that."

Armin's chatting with you in the living room of your parent's house, just like you've always done since you were kids.

"Why? Kissing is pretty fun." you look over at him, drifting from the interleading kitchen over to where he sits slacked on the couch.

He mutters a quick and sweetly Armin-esque thank you under his breath when you hand him a soda. Vanilla Cola, his all-time favorite; he's drank it since he was twelve and didn't intend to stop drinking it.

"But kissing is awkward... you know how my first kiss went." he grimaces at the memory. You let out a breathy laugh, he looks so cute, almost like a drawing of a cute boy rather than a real one.

"Personally, I wouldn't count that as a first kiss. You were, like, what? Thirteen?" you open your own soda with a pop. It fizzes loudly, the bubbles audibly popping.

He opens his own soda, but of course — he does it in such an Armin kind of way. Very delicately pulling the tab back with his very delicate fingertips, as if the metal hurt his sensitive skin. You know he had the worst acne phase out of all your friends, there are faded scars on his cheeks. Rather than mar his beauty, you think they add to it; of course he never believed you when you said that.

"I think I was fourteen. Didn't you have yours when you were — eighteen? Right?" he looks over at you, fingertip circling the soda can lid.

His eyes always get you. They're entrancing. Hypnotizing. Spellbinding. Armin's unaware of the effect he has on girls, but that just makes him even more attractive.

"I did, yes. No need to remind me." you grumble, taking another sip of your soda and coming to a kneel at the coffee table.

You two always sat like that; him lazily on the couch, you on the plush carpet by the coffee table. Always propping your elbow on it, squishing your cheek on one palm. In the middle of a conversation, Armin would mimic your pose just to get a laugh out of you.

"Eighteen isn't too old to have your first kiss. I've told you that before." he reassures.

"Yes it is! Some people have their first kiss when they're little kids."

"But those kisses don't mean anything. They're childish kisses." Armin says.

"What age d'you think people start having adult kisses?" you ask him curiously, setting your soda down on the table.

You watch as Armin looks up in thought for a moment, his hand swiftly wiping some residual soda liquid off his upper lip. How does he make everything so attractive? In fleeting moments like these, you felt a strong urge to kiss him.

I could kiss him. I just need a plan. We're on the subject of kissing already.

You plot your moves like you're playing chess. It really isn't that difficult, but to you it feels like an impossible match.

"I think, adult kisses — eh that's a weird way of saying it — good kisses are after you're eighteen. Or maybe when you've had enough practice? But never mind, I think all the kisses I'll ever have will always be slightly awkward because I don't know what to do." he says.

He glances at you. His heart pangs when you and him make electric eye contact and he looks away. "You know..." he begins, but you cut him off.

"Why don't I teach you to kiss a girl?" you blurt out. "I mean, we're friends. Why not. I mean if you want to. Just a thought..."

He cracks a shy smile, "Just a thought?" he chuckles, then sits up and sets his soda down after a brief moment of thought.

"Alright, teach me." he asks and pats the seat next to him.

You climb up on the couch and settle down into a comfy position next to him — oh, you're very close, he thinks. The proximity makes his heart pang again, he can feel it sharp in his chest. But why? I mean, like you said, you're friends.

Do friends sit on the couch practicing kissing?

"Don't look at me like that." you tease lightly.

He blinks at you, "Like what? Oh, sorry." he giggle and widens his eyes a little. You've scolded him for having bedroom eyes many times, and he's defended that it's not bedroom eyes but rather he just has naturally lidded, sultry eyes.

"So... question." he asks as you lean in. His breath fans your face, it makes your lips tingle. You can smell the Vanilla Cola.

"Hm?"

"Where do I put my hands? Because that's something I've never really understood..."

"Oh... well you can put them anywhere you like."

"Can you guide me?" he asks.

You look at him for a moment. His heart goes wild when you take his hands in yours. Yes you and him have held hands, plenty of times in fact, when you walk around town or when you run down the school corridors or while you explore abandoned buildings.

"Personally... I would want your hands here." you tell him, placing them on your neck, "And if you'd cup the back of my neck like — yeah, like that..."

Was it getting stuffy in here? But there's a good breeze coming in through the open window. Yet you feel like you're choking up. It seems like he is, too.

Warm hands cupping the back of your neck, gentle fingers holding you like a trophy, two big blue eyes staring into your soul.

He pulls you in for a peck. A sweetly awkward one. Your noses bump. Well, now both of you can't stop smiling which makes it hard to do anything.

You lean in for a peck, but it lasts longer than his and — oh my god, he melts. It's history from there. Feeling his best friend's lips sent him to another dimension, as dramatic as that sounds.

He's levitating when you keep pressing teaching kisses to his lips. He loves that you take your time, like you're savoring the taste just like when you sip on your soda.

"Y-you can tilt your head, too, it makes it feel better..." you tell him, a little short of breath.

His head spins a bit at the sensation. His lips are tingly.

"Okay..."

So he tilts his head into the kiss, and holds the back of your neck and slides one hand down and finds your hand. He holds it.

He breaks from the kiss, lips hovering hot over yours, and looks at you through his lashes. "Is this good?"

"Mhm. Really good. You're doing g-good." you assure him.

"Can I keep going?" he asks.

"Yeah..."

So he keeps kissing you, gliding his lips over yours slowly. If anything, he only gets slower. He's really trying to savor it. Like he savors the taste of Vanilla Cola.

Minutes go by, though time dissolved in your minds by now. It was just another meaningless concept. Did past and future exist? Well, did it matter while kissing? No. No it didn't.

You pull away. He blinks and sucks in a breath, bangs lightly ruffled from pressing so close to your forehead. He can taste you on his lips, on his tongue, you're pervading his whole system and he loves it.

"S-so... that's... yeah... any questions?" you laugh, regaining composure quicker than him.

"Huh? What — questions? Yeah... can we do that again?" he asks eagerly.

"Huh?"

"What?"

"I just meant... like... keep teaching me. I think I can learn a lot from those lips." he backtracks nervously, Addam's apple shifting a little when he swallows sharply.

"Oh, right... well... y-yeah. Let's keep going then. Why don't you try kissing me now — mmf."

He goes in for it without hesitation. He kisses with his whole body, you can feel a surge of his passion wash over you, and he can feel a surge of tingles across his brain.

There's a lot of serotonin to be farmed from your kisses.

Light smacking sounds, subtle saliva sounds, lips on lips. He's never enjoyed kissing like this. But it's just practice. You're just teaching him so he can kiss... who? Who does he want to kiss? He doesn't have anyone in mind other than you.

He gets lost in it, and without thinking much he nibbles your bottom lip and swipes his tongue across it. You let him poke his tongue in and — well both of you melt harder than before. It's so impossibly soft. No wonder people praised French kissing. But did they ever get French kissed by such a gentle sweetheart like Armin? You were the only one to have that honor.

"Hah... sorry." he pulls away, breathless.

You pant very lightly, " 's okay..." you smile, "I don't mind if you... use tongue. I like it a lot..."

"Okay..." he gulps and then goes right back in to continue.

Weren't you supposed to be teaching him? It feels like that's not necessary, since both of your lips mold together perfectly. You and him are two matching puzzles pieces.

"Y/n?" he breaks from the kiss and looks down at you, hands gently squeezing both your hands now.

"Hm?"

"Can I ask you something?"

"Yeah?"

He slightly smirks, lips glistening with your saliva, "Did you really wanna educate me on kissing, or did you just wanna kiss me?" he asks. Damn that sharp intuition.

"If the latter, how would you feel about that...?" you ask tentatively.

His heart thumps. Throbs. Palpitates. Malfunctions. You look so sweet, he wants to kiss you again and again.

He doesn't answer with words, he just dives back in for a feathery kiss, tangling his body with yours. Hands cupping your cheeks, in a very indescribably Armin kind of way.

He speaks in between each smooch.

" 'shoulda — kissed me — sooner." he mutters, taking a deep inhale as he kisses you harder than before, leaning into your body, cupping your cheeks so comfortably.

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arminzblackbimbo · 3 months

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koya

blackfem!reader x mafia!armin alert

tw: mdni, nipple play, panty sniffing, hickeys, possession, stuffed animals watching freaky activity, mentions of blood, dry humping, sloppy kisses, saliva, panty licking, scent kink, oral (fem r.), squirting, reader calls him "min' ", and accusations of cheating

you loved all you stuffed animals. you have always loved them. always making an effort to buy a new one whenever you can. all of your spare change going towards you addiction.

you loved them all equally, each one having a special place in your heart, making you soft for them. sometimes there is always one of these animals that make you melt just a little bit more then the others. and you know just which one makes you feel like that.

your koya plushie

its one of your absolute favorites. the looks of the plushie is unique to you. its light blue that has a teddy bear like shape with big ears that represents the bts leader, namjoon.

you've always loved everything pink, from your bed sheets to your pretty pink shoes. but the way the blue bear sticks out against the other white and pink bodies of stuffed animals makes you love it even more. it's so special to you.

but beside your love for the stuffed creature their is almost someone who loves it even more than you, and that's your boyfriend armin.

he loves that the light blue plushie almost has a stricking resemblance to him. the blue color being his favorite color. you like to think he got it for you so it can be a replacement for when he's not there.

which keeps you at ease. having a boyfriend that loves to buy you stuffed animals is probably you favorite part of being in a relationship, always coming home with a new one whenever he can. having them delivered when he's not home. the bed yall share now overflowing with them, armin ridding them to to the corner of the bed so you guys have room.

there are some downside of having a boyfriend like yours. your least favorite part of having a boyfriend is when you have to go to sleep alone and cold. only having the warmth of your beloved stuffed animals because they bring comfront to your lonelyness.

by yourself you can only think of the things armin is doing in the wee hours of the night. he always comes home late, only coming home to finally be at your side when your fast asleep and wake up to see him in all his glory.

you know he doing something, you can feel it your emotions running wild. why won't he come home and sleep next to you ? did you do something he didnt like ? you didn't understand why he wanted to live with you if you just going to be by yourself whenever bedtime comes around. he wont let you work, paying all the bills and spoiling you with all the money he has.

all the money in the world cant stop the doubt you have. the small amount of times he wakes you when he gets home, he comes to bed smelling like fresh soap and only boxers on his body clean of anything else. leaving you to wonder.

you stomach sinks as you lay awake and wait for armin to get home, cuddling with you stuffed animals for much needed comfort waiting for his warmth to cover you back.

you body shaking as you know what you have to do and ask. a dreaded question making your shoulders tense as you lock your eyes with your beloved koya plushie making your lips quiver with a new wave of emotions, you feel sick to your stomach.

you hear rustling from the front door which makes your whole body clench up. seeing him makes the wait worth it. you have to at least talk to to him about how you feel before your feelings are too much for you to handle.

hearing the shower turn on as usual you just await for him to get under the sheets of your bed. pulling koya close to you starting to atleast feel better that he's home and ready to be next to you.

your almost in a dream like state when you finally hear your bedroom door softly open, your happy your back is facing the door as you tremble in anticipation for the questions but suddenly you feel your chest heaving like your about to cry, which you dont want to do. you want to be strong and not weak about this. feeling the bed sink with your boyfriends heavy weight.

you shaking with axienty of what has to be done. feeling his arms cirlce around your waist you feel him pull your back to his front his bare chest making contact with you. taking a deep breath he puts his face in the crease of your neck and face. breathing slow working his way on going into slumber.

with a last wave of anxiety you build up the courage to do what you need too. "armin" you mutter lowly already feeling you chest tighen, turning your body in bed towards his. you cant help but feel your eyse sting as you look at him slowly peak his eyes open ovbiously sleep almost drifting him away but when he sees the tears brimming your eyes he gets concerned. he has wide eyes already trying to console you

hands reaching to grab at yours shoulders as they almost shake "baby what's w-"

"are you cheating on me ?" you let the question sting in the air and looking at his eyes to make sure he see the hurt in your own. tears now running away from your eyes making you feel like you cant even complete what you want to say but you have too.

not even letting him get a word in you finish your sentence "because if you are just tell me now so i can leave and not waste-" bawling your eyes out the words barely coming out your mouth. your chest heaving heavy and making it hard for you to breathe. hyperveintlathing.

his eyes still wide as he look absoulty confused as to whats going on his hands on your shoulder squeezing just a little "WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT IM NOT CHEATING ON YOU, I LOVE YOU !!" the yelling makes you flinch as he never uses this tone with you. causing you to cry more the tears excess at this point, he uses his thumb to wipe the big tears that are flowing down your checks. replacing his hands with his arms around your shaking shoulders to pull you close to his bare chest letting his lips make contact with tears on each check moving quick to get in your good graces he needs you to be ok.

between each tear stain kiss he exposes his tounge to swipe even more tears away from your eyes. he expresses his love for you with each kiss and lick at your cheek. tears collecting on the big pink duvet blanket on top of you both.

"i love you baby" pecking the tears away from your left cheek, his lips having to do so much work at the consant flow of tears not giving him a break

" mmm i love you so much" he moves your head to side a little as he moves to the right cheek licking a long stride to take away the tears. his affirmations making your tears slowly stop but your chest still restrict with shallow breaths. making it hard for you to breathe you feel almost lightheaded.

hands still on either side of your face "sunshine, what makes you think i would ever cheat on the love on my life, i love you" his hands holding firmly looking at you with a new level of confusion.

you chest is tight as you try and get the words out "you always come home late at night" your hyperventilating now the tears coming back as the relived memories come back. "and you always come to bed out the shower, it's like your hiding something from me s-s-so i thought you were cheating on me" you move both your hands on your eyes covering long tears that continue to run

"no, no i just do that so you don't worry bout me, baby" he starts kissing each hand on your face "i've never told you what i do for work cause it very dangerous, you understand ?" he pets your head trying to calm you down you've always been a crybaby so he's used to it.

you don't know certain things to keep you safe. you don't know what armin does for work and that's for a reason. armin has a to-do list to complete before he leaves his hard day at work and that usually leaves him covered in blood from head to toe and of course his sweet baby can't see him like that. her innocent eyes don't need to see things like that

"do you understand, sweetheart ?" he looks at you shoulders shaking, eyes still covered. he slowly goes to move your shaking hands getting to look into your watering eyes waiting on a confirmation. "yes, i understand" the wide look in your eyes makes his heart waver just a little bit. "i'm sorry" you lips wobbling as the last effect of tears work on your body.

"it's ok sweetheart, i love you" arms so tight around he moves his lips to your wobbly ones to give your a wet peck. not stoping til you lips remain still. he pulls away waiting on your response

"i love you too" you pout wanting another kiss from him, moving your lips to latch onto his making sure to open your mouth a little to really make the kiss how you've grown to like them, sloppy. moving together in unison you feel him start to circle his arms tighter against you squishing you hard against him. he pulls away sucking on your bottom lip.

"i'm so sorry i made you feel like that" his big hands let you go a little bit, moving his hands to grab onto your waist, but then you feel him squeeze hard and look into your eyes with a dark look "but you know you can never leave me, right ?" you tense against him feeling his serious tone and tight grip through you whole body. he tried not to get so possessive but you just threaten to leave him he can't have that.

stomach sinking you almost scared of your boyfriend, the look he's giving you, you've never seen before "n-n-no of course not i was just upset" you start to kiss his face making sure your statement sounds serious to him "i'm sorry baby"

he looks at you suspicious "mmm im just making sure you know" face to face and noses touching "you can never leave, ok sweetheart"

he pushes your back against all your stuffed animals in the corner of the bed. he's always knows just what to do to make you forget. knows how to make you feel better. your back is elevated against all the fluffy creatures. he looks down at you eyes still puffy from just crying your eyes out. he moves to to put his body weight on you, heavy on you making you feel tingly around your whole body.

he moves his arms to keep his upper weight at least off your chest. his waist in between your legs his hardness pressing against your stomach. he bends his head down wrapping his tounge around yours. he makes open mouth kisses to your lips, both tongues moving together causing saliva to make its way onto both your lips moaning into the kisses.

you legs are quick to tightly wrap around him making sure to keep him secure. he pushes his hips to make the weight heavy in your pelvis. feeling a slow grind start feeling you panties barely creating a barrier as he feels everything you have to offer.

rolling his hips up he catches something that makes you jump into the messy kisses a high pitch moan coming out too. he feels you getting wetter he can feel it on the front of his boxers. finding the perfect tempo to start rolling your hips to make the bulge between his legs cause insane pleasure against you.

you pull away from his sloppy kiss and say what keeps him at ease "i'm so sorry baby i-i never want to leave you" his jaw clenching he grinds his hips harder at your apology. pressing down hard. he wants you to feel how his heart felt when you said you wanted to leave him "i'm-m-m sorry"

he moves one hand to cup your face "i know baby, i know" he moves to kiss your old tears that stain your face. his hips rolling deeply. all you can do is moan while looking into his eyes your movements fluent with each others.

your feeling hot to the touch, your pleasure making you almost break into a sweat "please armin i need you" your grabbing at his arms that keep him steadily above you. with wide eyes your lips shaking as you pout. "please, please" the steady pleasure making it hard to focus making you body clench up. your so tense he feels it.

"baby you gotta relax, you're working yourself up" he moves to hum the words against your neck. knowing this will calm you down. he sucks softly on the skin there sucking for so long he knows you'll be bruised. the light sucking kisses move from you neck to his sacred addiction.

your beautiful mounds of flesh that sit on your chest. you even know hes addicted, that why the tops you wear for bed always have room for him to get ahold of them. pulling the top down to release them, it makes him stop grinding making eye contact with the brown flesh with stars in his eyes.

you notice him settling his body weight on top of you allowing his hands to be free. you see them shaking reaching to cup your breast, something he does when gets overwhelmed, finally cupping them and letting the weight settle in his hands.

he marvels at them and squeezes hard he makes you moan loud. "ow min' that hurts" you pouting like always, this times he squeezed them softly loving the way they feel in his hands.

the softness making him bit his lip, he moves to pinch at you most sensitive part. he finds a way to squeeze this part of you everyday causing them to be extremely sensitive of the hard pinch he just gave them.

"your being rough" you bottom lip shaking again looking at him while he ignores you. moving to make kisses to your chest messing the most sensitive part and just preparing you for what he plans to do to them.

"mmm your perfect" even more kisses that he can't help but give to your breast, he starts to grind again "oh my god you're so perfect" he finally moves on the cherry on top. the peaks of your perfect nipple that he can't wait to get into his watering mouth.

just placing a kiss on each on one of them making it a nice wet kiss. the left breast catching his eye, putting the delicate nipple in his mouth he suctions his mouth and sucks with all his might swirling his tounge on top of it making you squirms in the hold of his hips.

"mmm it's feels so good" you grip onto the back of his head feeling your stomach tighten as you feel close to a release that feels so strong. you feel so sensitive especially with constant pleasure from your core pulsing and your chest tingling.

lapping at and sucking spit settling on your chest making puddles alternating each nipple you feel this type of fuzziness starting at the tip of your toes. feeling like electricity moving from your calf's and thighs. your legs start to shake causing you to clench up. it's becoming too much your hand reaching to push at the side of his stomach.

arching your back you feel the electricty moves up pass your pelvis into you stomach making it jerk "oh my god baby i feel it" you feel it bout to snap and then you feel armin bite down hard on your nipple causing you to scream out and for you to finally meet your release

"i-ii" you gush into your panties completely ruining them making them so wet it's almost uncomfortable. he's still grinding hard your hands gripping on his head of hair. he's not even slowing down you don't even get a chance to relax. "min' that's enough, i'm sensitive" he still sucking and biting.

"min' " your moaning loud. he stops his whole body rigid and he looks at you with dark eyes. lips still attach to your nipple. "stop trynna get away from , i'm not done yet" he bits down one last time and pulls his body up and looks down at you.

you sensitive breast at attention your tired eyes and your pussy clad in your ruined panties. he reaches to snatch your top off now impatient at your lack of nakedness. pulling your thighs towards him making you lay flat on your back.

he slowly rubbing your legs reaching the crock of your knee and pushing those pretty legs all the way back till you knees are in contact with bed. giving him a full view of everything he like. you shaking chest and your plump folds.

he is now face to face with the plumpness. admiring his hard work of grinding his hips. seeing the underwear stick there. he moves his face closer pressing your knees harder into the bed. nose coming in contact with your clit making him close his eyes he inhales all of your scent.

making his eyes roll into his head and his chest rumble with a groan. he loves the smell of you. pushing his face closer he does it again this time deeper groaning even louder. you watch him as he smells you wondering why this gets him so worked up. you never understood it but he loves it.

you jump when you feel him press him face deeper making his nose poke where you so swollen making your skin crawl with pleasure. he's making you feel so good. suddenly giving you a lick. licking your soaking panties the barrier between you two making you cry out for him to hurry. he knows he needs to he always give you what you need.

slowly moving to take off your lower clothing. loving the way the cloth still want to be attached to you your juices leaving strings as he pulls them off. with one last deep sniff he's throwing them across the room. he sits and marvels at your pretty pussy loving the way the brown skin glistened with your wetness. he moves to caress the lower lips slowly

this is what he fantasizes about while he chops bodies into itty bitty pieces. blood all over him and all he think about is your wettness. it consumes his mind. almost makes him have a crazy state of mind. just thinking about it.

your panting feeling him make contact with your wet skin waiting for his next move. he slides his hands to your buttocks rubbing them in circles and lifting you off of the bed a little. "you're so pretty" breathing against your juices. he moves your folds loving the sound it makes. soft and squishy. the sounds makes him grind against the bed loving the affect you have on him. "everything about you is so pretty" his mouth nearly touching your juices. he moans at the fiction he's created.

running his fingers up your folds to the thing you know you want him to get hold of. moving his fingers in a rough circle causing you to jump nearly off the bed at the treatment. "unt unt, be still baby" he puts your legs back into prison against the bed. knees shaking against the bed. you center feeling all the cool air.

his tounge sticks out to lick hard against you. your back coming off the bed. the way his tounge is licking is almost making your eyes cross. tongue flat and moving against your puffiness. massaging his light blonde locks at the pleasure he is giving you.

he likes the praise that your giving him makes him want to work harder for you. his lips suctioning hard and tongue flicking with purpose. making you legs shake in his strong hold causing your knees to vibrate against the sheets. "armin oh my g-" you move to push his head away. he sucks harder. why do you want him to stop if he making you feel so good ?

"sweetheart stop it" he speaks against your flesh. breathing hard against you. his grinding constant against the sheets allowing both of you to be breathless. he moves his tongue to your entrance lapping up all the juices that collect there as you pulse more out. it's so wet that he always has more to quench his thirst for you.

latching his mouth to your needy clit he swirls his tongue in ways that have you shaking so bad leaking more for him. "a-ahhhh i can't" it's too much for you to take this happening for the second time tonight making the burn in your stomach more intense then the first time. making your head lean back as you grab at his hair. and let a clear liquid spray into his mouth your eyes seeing darkness in the back of your head.

armin sucks your clit even harder as he release his gooey white cream into his boxers. everything is so messy, your pussy especially. the spraying liquid coating the bottom half of his face. panting against you while you both give yourself's a chance to calm down from your highs. he kiss your clit a couple more times loving how you moan tiredly every time he does.

he finally lets your legs go making whine while they cramp up. "oww they hurt min' " you legs shaking a little as you straighten them. he starts rubbing at them with his hands working out the knots in them.

he moves his body to lay on top of yours covering the blanket on top of both of you. he looks at your pretty face all worn out. he kisses you lips deeply letting you taste of your juices off his tongue. lapping each others tongues in unison "i love you i would never cheat on you and ill start coming home earlier, mmkay" he presses delicate kisses to that sweet face.

you move to push his boxers down wanting to sleep skin to skin even though both of you are covering in your own fluids. still wanting the feeling he pulls his boxers off letting his soft length lay against your wetness and his head in your neck.

chest to chest. your wrap you legs around him and prepare to go to sleep exhausted at the things that transpired tonight happy you finally got answers to your questions.

#black reader #blackfem!reader #armin arlert #blackfemreader #armin x blackfem!reader #mafia armin alert #attack on titians smut #blackfem!reader x armin alert #aot blackfemreader #armin smut #armin aot smut #armin♡#first smut fic yall pls be nice to me !!#lychee drafts ۟ ꪆ୧✧ㅤㅤ ۟#arminsblackbimbo ૮꒰ྀི˵ > ﻌ < ˵꒱ྀིა

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batterygarden · 1 year

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aot relationship hcs

Ft. Eren, Armin and Mikasa

Sfw but no minors on my page pls, these are miscellaneous and sillly.. I wrote them in a haze after my melatonin kicked in yesterday…like 1 or 2 suggestive ones in there

Eren

He plays basketball (he’s rlly good 😔) and if you come visit him on the court he dribbles the ball around you rlly aggressively like “try n block me!” and you just stare at him straight faced because he is exhausting

He is simply the most DRAMATIC man alive. Like if you don’t give him endless attention, hold his hand, climb on him, act borderline obsessed with him… he might explode. If you go 24 hours without playing with his hair he is wearing all black and mourning your lost love… cause you must just not care about him anymore!

He’s also kinda a neat freak… another opportunity for his dramatics. If you leave a dirty dish in the sink for more than half an hour he is turning up in a hazmat suit like baby…. i can’t handle how dirty the kitchen is rn. (He’ll do the dish for you)

Casual shoplifter even though he can truly afford all the things he steals

He probably commits tax fraud too

Bad driver but over confident as hell. Driving almost 50 in a residential like STOP :/

Also… hello mr oral fixation. He’s constantly got a necklace in his teeth or something… and that’s all fine and good till you find YOUR OWN PERSONAL BELONGINGS in your boyfriends mouth god. Like give me back my nice pilot G2 pen you animal >:(

Takes rlly long showers and uses up all the hot water AND your fancy conditioner. He is definitely one of those product stealer men…

He also borrows ur claw hair clips and never gives them back 😔

Randomly pretends to beat up the air in front of you u like put ‘em up!! And you’re never sure how to react. Like you’re standing there doing the dishes and he assumes fighting stance and starts punching ghosts till you give him attention.

Armin

Accidentally rolls his eyes ALL the time. Like he doesn’t even mean to his face is just automatically sassy when he disagrees w something. But he’s self aware. Sometimes he’ll do it and you’ll pause mid-sentence then he’ll catch himself like WAIT SORRY. I didn’t mean to do that. 😔

Makes you dandelion chains without you having to ask.. or puts dandelions and other wildflowers on you all the time… in your hair, in your pocket, in the little holes where your shoelaces go.

he’ll just fiddle w your things absentmindedly CONSTANTLY… he’s simply a fidgety guy!

Like you’re sitting in the grass talking to him and he’s nodding along like Mhm Mhm… while he repeatedly zips and unzips your bag… rolling up and unrolling the straps etc.

but sometimes the thing he is fidgeting with is YOU. Your hands are a favorite… especially your rings and any jewelry you may wear 😮‍💨 this man is having a field day spinning the metal around your fingers.

He’ll sometimes over explain things/accidentally go into extreme detail and you’ll tease him for mansplaining. But a lot of the time he’ll the OPPOSITE of mansplain things and use words way too big / poorly dumb down the most CONVOLUTED subjects and you’re like slow down there mr graduated college early 😔 .. say that again as if I were a 5 year old please

His sport of choice is… wait for it… track. Yeah this man’s a runner… occasionally a hurdler… he’s got stamina.. have u seen those CALVES when he’s the colassal ! Major swoon

Pretentious as hell ab the music he listens to. Gatekeeps even…. NO PUBLIC PLAYLISTS.

He gets bad anxiety the night before work and stuff… also picks apart social interactions after they happen… generalized anxiety disorder king!

He’s a gossip of course…. Literally will give you a million looks mid social gathering that say “we’ll dissect this later”

Does weird only child things every day without realizing

Like arranging the Tupperware a specific and less efficient way than you and getting mad when you don’t put yours away like he wants it

Or getting annoyed when you don’t burn his candles a very specific way that apparently is “more efficient” 🙁

He also NEEDS alone/recharge time… social stuff can get exhausting to him!

Mikasa <3

Good w cars… best with cars out of the three hands down… she’s your personal mechanic 🥺

She’s also miss quiet road rage over here.. she seems calm and collected but she is cursing the entire lineage of the minivan driver that just cut her off in traffic.

Eats up some reality tv… and is embarrassed about it 😔 she asks you not to tell people she’s rewatching season 10 of the bachelor rn

Aggressive as hell to ucky men in bars / clubs… or just in general

Like “back the fuck off before I beat your ass” kind of aggressive… very protective of you and any woman ever in these type of situations

& she has the skill to back up her talk!! This woman is a martial artist/ full time gym rat… she is *strong*. You need not worry about your safety no matter the situation when you’re with her.

Her critical nature towards men nicely contrasts how much she LOVES bimbos lmao. Extremely forgiving and patient towards bimbos… she’ll explain things to you so so gently.

She’s somewhat shy with direct flirting before you’re official… kinda nervous to ruin whatever dynamic you two had going on to begin with.. but once your feelings are out in the air this woman is getting a medal for her direct communication skills.

“I need you to hold me really tight right now, I’m feeling kind of anxious.”

“I want you to kiss me please! Need to feel your pretty lips”

“If we were alone right now I would have you fully ***** and ********* *** ** ** ****** ****.”

perpetually cold hands.. and she warms them by sticking them in YOUR shirt or even occasionally your pants. Just sticking em in there and then staring at you like she’s doing nothing wrong … staring at you like you’re NOT getting goosebumps on your ass cheeks rn

Once she gets comfortable, Mikasa is CONSTANTLY TEASING YOU RIGHT WHERE IT HURTS.

like it starts light, creating a little inside joke or two, like making fun of the special way you prepare your sandwiches or how you make the bed.

But then you catch her giggling to herself one day and you’re like aww what’s so funny ^_^ and she says she was thinking about that time you embarrassed yourself in front of her parents 😔

But then sometimes if she’s not in the right mood she’ll get all sassy if you tease her back. All “okay but I didn’t say it like that 😒.” Then she’ll pinch you.

She texts like .. full punctuation and everything. At first you thought she was mad at you every time you got her notifications till you got used to it.

She looks KILLER in turtlenecks it’s ridiculous

#eren x reader #armin x reader #aot x reader #mikasa x reader #eren jaeger x reader #aot headcanons #snk x reader #eren yeager x reader #armin arlert x reader #eren fic #armin arlert headcanons #eren yaeger headcanons #mikasa headcanons

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chrollohearttags · 10 months

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prompt #6

toxic armin! nd reader are arguing nd when reader talks her shit armin gets turned on nd pulls his dick out nd tells her to “suck on it” making her forget all the shit he did(once again)

and I was JUST thinking about him omg 😫😫 y’all have no idea how much I love toxic!armin. He does sum to meee.

cw: oral, spit play, fingers in the mouth, reader threatening armin bc it’s all he deserves

frustrated. the one word that came to mind when trying to express your emotions right now. You couldn’t think straight, couldn’t articulate your words properly, let alone get your point across without becoming completely irate. That’s what happened when you dealt with the likes of armin artlert. A known playboy with a reputation that preceded him. But with all the information you heard from the streets about him dogging all his women, being a cheater and a dumbass, you decided to give him a chance. Under the premise that his ass was gone the second he acted the fool. Unfortunately, things weren’t so simple with him! You could never truly be free of him..whether physically from the fact that no man fucked you quite like he did. Or mentally because he’d blow your phone up and play mind games until you let him back in for a thousandth chance.

“Please…please give me one good reason why I shouldn’t bust you in your shit, Armin. Please give me one.”

“I already told you, angel. I don’t even know that girl…she probably has me confused with somebody else..”

another Saturday night wasted down the drain..where you could put partying with your girls, finding a man worth of a damn, it was being spent pacing the floor of your two bedroom apartment you shared together. Arguing and fussing about a potential side piece as he sat on the edge of the bed. Sprawled out shirtless with nothing but black sweats on. Shaggy blonde hair going everywhere and tattoos on his chest and forearm still vibrant from the lotion he applied after he showered. Despite how fine your man was, you were solely focused on ripping him apart. Pissed off that he had yet again embarrassed you. “So that bitch asked you to suck your dick and she got you confused with somebody else? Nah nigga, the only thing you and her both got..is me fucked up.”

ramping and raving like a mad woman as you poked his forehead with your long acrylics. Folded arms and puffed out jaws like a petulant child and all he could do was stare in adoration for how cute you were. He didn’t want to admit it but the sight of you putting him in his place really got Armin stirred up. Hearing you cuss him for everything he was worth..clapping your hands..he loved seeing you in this aggressive state. Even if it wasn’t healthy. “Playing in my motherfuckin’ face…I’m not one of these other bitches, Armin.” He heard you, loud and crystal clear but he couldn’t be vexed to care. He never did. He never gave a damn about his actions affected you or anyone else. But he’d pretend, so as long as he could get his own gratification..

“I know, baby..they’re nothing like you. That’s why I told you, I don’t even know her ass. You know how many of them are jealous of you? Seriously, who wouldn’t be? Look at you..”

his half assed attempt of mulling over the situation was bombing, until he resorted to desperate measures that is..leaning back, he’d open his legs a bit more and suck his teeth, flashing you a shit eating smirk. One that would undeniably get him his way! Extending an arm out, he’d grasp for your hand and pull you towards him, intertwining those fingers together and placing kisses on the knuckles.

“..shit, I mean…if I’m being honest, you got me thinking about you right now, baby. They can’t do any of the things you can. Can’t love me the way you can, not as beautiful as you are…and damn sure can’t fuck on me the way you do.”

you knew he was only trying to soften you up. Stop you from being angry and as always, that smooth charm and slick demeanor done its job. As he had your eyes adverted to his face, tugging you down gently to your knees for a kiss, his other hand was working to free his erection from its confines. Stiff and seeping with precum, he wanted nothing more than shove it between those pretty, gloss stained lips. But first, he’d shove two fingers between them, letting you suck them and coo to you as he always done. Swiping a finger across your cheek, he knew you were exactly where he wanted you. “Go ahead, baby..suck on it.”

prompting as he guided your head down into his lap. In a matter of seconds, he had those fingers wrapped around his shaft and that tip stuck in your mouth, sloppily sucking on it as you always did. Drumming up strings of saliva in the process and making you drool all over him.

“There you go…good girl. Only you can make me feel like this. Do what these bitches can’t.”

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atinystaypixie · 10 months

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Game of a Slutty Virgin - Pt. 1

I decided to go through with it! I will make this into a little series featuring the men of AOT. I really thank you for all the love that was shown on the intro to this!

Overview: "On the way up, you take note of his hands. His fingers are longer than yours and are slightly larger with a gentle grip on your hand. It’s not the necklace you are looking for."

Warnings: Fem reader, masturbation, blowjobs, fingering, other sexual stuff but no penetration, smut is at the end so feel free to skip if you want. Ignore typos and grammar mistakes plz n thank you

Word Count: 3.9k+

18+ MDNI!!

Y/n is black it is just not explicitly described yet just fyi🧚🏽‍♀️

A/N at the end

Part 2 Out Now

"Shit, you're so sexy", groans the man as you grind your ass on him to the beat of the music in the club. He has his hand on your hips and his face in the crook of your neck as he's getting hard from you rubbing against him. Standing taller than you with a nice smile, strong arms, and a deep voice. To many looking for a quick hookup, he would be perfect. From what you're feeling from the hardness poking your ass, he seems to be well sized down there. He even seemed like good company from the conversation you had earlier when he approached you. He bought you a drink, told a few jokes, and took you to dance. You can tell he wants to take you home for the night.

Unfortunately that feeling isn't mutual. He will be standing here wondering where you disappeared to after this song ends. Where the woman with the nice hips and alluring eyes in the little black dress could have possibly gone. You wouldn't have ditched him would you? Not after the flirty giggles, the hour and a half of heavy grinding, and the numerous fleeting touches? He spent most of the night with this pretty stranger. So why hasn't she come back to finish what was started? You had all the answers to every question that would plague his mind.

"If you would excuse me, I need to use the restroom." You giggle and turn to press a kiss to his cheek. A mark you have left your countless victims with. A kiss so sweet and light, yet it seers through their fog filled brains that's clouded with you. The mark that they will hold on to with the assurance the woman will be returning to them. The woman they will never have contact with again after she has aroused them in the sweetest way possible.

You bat your lashes and flash a smile before walking off to the restroom. The last smile he will ever see from you and the restroom you will never enter because you are making your way towards the exit when you see you are out of his view. Your body blends with the others in the club who are making out and feeling each other up as they enjoy their night. As you make it outside, you see couples hand in hand and many groping each other with the known thought of having sex as soon as they can. You think that it must be nice for them to be with someone and feel they can satisfy their sexual needs. You wish you could relate to them because your sexual needs were the exact reason you left the man to figure out that you weren't coming back. You knew from the time spent with him tonight that he wouldn't feed your desire even if you were really looking to take him home.

You had a list of answers to the questions you knew were now forming in his head. He was too soft. The way he was gripping your hips told you he had no real strength to treat you like you wanted. He was holding you like glass when his hard member was clearly not giving the same message. The way he grinded on you was too weak. He was moving back against you, but you could tell he couldn't handle you even though you weren't giving him the fullness of yourself. The way he talked to you wasn't causing your thighs to clench. A deep voice is nice, but it won't get you far. If he called you sexy one more time, you genuinely would have lost it. His flirting was limited and got old quick. He obviously thought you were the pretty and sweet type who was made of porcelain. You would need to drink the bar dry before you would want to take him home. Even if he did somehow make you truly consider keeping him for the night, you still would have left him in the end. You never came to this club with the intent on finding a hookup. Before you even walked through the door, you knew you would be rejecting any man tonight. Sex was never your goal for the night. It was just to enjoy yourself and tease some unknowing man until you were ready to leave.

You've been through this cycle time and time again. Whether it be on your college campus, in the club, or from one of the dates you pick up from time to time on dating apps when you are bored. Meeting men who fall prey to your honey voice and hypnotizing eyes. They all think they found some well mannered girl who they can show a good time thinking they are going to give you the best sex of your life because someone so gorgeous only deserves that. None of them realize that you have already sized them, chewed them up, and spit them out. You've talked to too many men and know too much of what you to not know when a man is more talk than action. Especially the ones who think they have figured you all out. The ones who know for a fact they can slut you out and make you into their own personal sex addict. The ones who you laugh at the most because they don't see the signs that you are already a slut. How would someone so innocent have her clothes fitted just right to be a deadly tease, eye contact so good that it makes her pick of the night nervous, and touch him just enough that he catches goosebumps and is drooling for even the lightest tap from her.

As you make it to your car, you chuckle slightly to yourself thinking how you do all this without having ever actually had sex. No man has been between your legs and got to claim your awaiting gem. You get such a thrill from playing with men that you never actually slept with one. You aren't looking to sleep with one unless you are for certain he can fill your sexual appetite. Spending many nights with your hand wrapped in your thighs, you’ve found pleasure in many ways, the spots that are more sensitive than others, and the nasty things that make your pussy throb. Men tend to never pick up that you are still a virgin just like they never pick up that they won’t get you in their bed for the night.

You make it home and kick off your shoes. You shower and know you will be spending the night pleasuring yourself again. Your favorite vibrator against your clit, fingers twirling your nipples, and juices running down your thighs. Taking your time to adore every inch of your body because nothing brings greater pleasure than a worked up orgasm. You have a high sex drive and pull at least three toe curling orgasms out of yourself before feeling comfortable enough to go to sleep for the night.

The next morning you head to the cafe where you have become a regular. “There’s my favorite girl! How are you this morning? Came for your usual, pretty girl?” Your favorite barista greets you as he starts preparing your order. He knows it by heart with the amount of times you’ve ordered it. “Good morning,” you say in a cheerful voice, “I’m good! Thank you for asking. How are you today?”

“Better now that I’m seeing your pretty face.” He was always sweet, but you sure he is like that to every customer. You never hear anyone say they have bad service from him. “Enjoy your drink, doll. I’ll talk to you again when you come back through.” He tells you as he hands you your drink with a cute hand drawn smiley face on the coaster.

“Thanks! You always get me right. See you later!” You wave bye to him as you head out the door getting ready to attend class for the day. He makes the best coffee and you don’t want it unless he prepares it. You need the good flavor plus caffeine to make it through your boring lectures. The tasty drink also helps distract you from the sinful thoughts that run through your head during the day. You can’t help the thoughts of a strong hand gripping your hair as you get deep, rough backshots that have you gripping the sheets between your fingers as you cry in ecstasy. Thoughts of someone forcing you to keep your arc even though you are overstimulated and can feel your heat squeezing around his thick shaft. The morning drink helps keep your inner slut at bay long enough to get through the day till you can get back home to pleasure yourself.

“Y/n!” You hear your best friend yell as you make it to your seat for class. “Tell me! Tell me! Did you find some hot dick t to take home last night?” She asks loudly, causing a few people to turn around and some to snicker. “Can you not be so loud? And no, I did not thank you very much!” Sasha was your best friend, but she didn’t know the reason for you going out to try to meet men. She assumed that you were being picky and just had bad luck, not that you never intended on finding someone to fuck in the first place.

“Bad luck again? If I didn’t know any better, I would say you are just going out to waste time. You need to stop being so picky and just jump on the first good looking dick you see!” Before you could respond, the professor walks in and announces he will begin class. You feel relief because it will cause Sasha to stop questioning you.

After class, Sasha and you are walking outside and your sex thoughts are starting to get loud again. You couldn’t wait to go home and cum till your heart’s content. Teasing your breast softly then grabbing them with just enough strength to make it hurt. Tracing down your abdomen then back up before you dip down into the slick warmth of your-

“Hey! There is a party tonight by the way and we are definitely going!” Sasha suddenly announces making you realize you zoned out again. “Tonight? Where?” You question her because you really aren’t trying to have your alone time disturbed. You really needed to cum for hours tonight and aren’t interested in going to a party.

“It’s at Titans Frat. And no! You cannot bail on this one because you made me go to the last party by myself. I will be at your house by 9 so be ready. Byyee!” She says running off before you have time to object. This really isn’t good. You need quality time with your insatiable cunt and won’t get it because you have to take time to get ready and by the time you finish Sasha will be at your house. She is sweet, you love your best friend, but damn you really needed a long session tonight.

By the time you get home around 6, you start getting ready for the party you never agreed to go to but will be dragged to. You aren’t going to show you are depressed because you couldn’t play with your pussy all night. Even though your clit is begging you to rub her and your tight hole is begging you to finger her even if it’s just for five minutes, you ignore them and finish styling your hair and dressing in a cute crop top and skirt.

When you finish slipping on your shoes, you hear a car horn letting you know that Sasha has arrived. “Girl! We are going to go to this party and get you some dick!” You start to interrupt her by calling her name but it does no good, “and it will be some BIG dick attached to a FINE man!”

“Sasha!” You yell at her because you know not one man will be penetrating you due to you needing to be properly slutted out. However, what you tell Sasha is a different story. “I will not be getting any dick tonight. I am sure no one is trying to fuck a virgin tonight.” You go with playing the innocent virgin card in hopes of getting her to calm down.

She sighs before talking,”Y/n it will be okay. You will get your big cock one day.” This girl just doesn’t stop. “ ‘Cuz I know I am! Somebody’s son is going to be splitting these legs! If he ain’t trying to fuck my cervix, he need to get away from me”, you had never been so happy to see theTitans’ house although everyone is there at least once a week, “WE’RE HERE!” You tell her because she was talking so much that she almost drove past it.

Once inside, you are greeted with people already intoxicated and some more of your friends. You get comfortable in the corner with them and start talking as the music blares through the house. There is one unfamiliar face there and you make eye contact with him a few seconds before he moves around to introduce himself. “I’m Armin. I haven’t seen you before.”

You give him a small smile before responding,”I’m Y/n. I can say the same about you. You just transfer or something?”

“Transfer? No.” The blonde chuckles a little,”I’ve been here since the start. I usually stay in, but I decided to chill tonight. I’m friends with Sasha too. I saw you walk in with her.”

Speaking of the devil,”I see you met Y/n, Armin! You two are really cute together! Maybe you should get to know each other more? Yea?” Of course she was up to something. No wonder she was forcing you to come to this party. She was playing matchmaker.

“Well, I don’t mind. How about you?” Armin turns to look at you with a cute smile. “Yea, me either. Let’s talk then.”

After a few drinks and a couple of hours, you and Armin ended up alone as everyone else broke off to dance or hookup with someone they found. He was an interesting guy to say the least and you found out he was extremely intelligent. You can tell he got bolder with the alcohol in his system because he was closer and touching you more. You could tell he was interested in you and decided to feed into it. His blonde hair was falling in his eyes so you moved it and started playing with it. Armin smiled and took your hand before interlocking your fingers together.

“You want to go somewhere more private?” He suddenly asks while holding eye contact. Smiling slightly as if you were shy, you nod and let him lead you to a room upstairs. On the way up, you take note of his hands. His fingers are longer than yours and are slightly larger with a gentle grip on your hand. It’s not the necklace you are looking for.

When you make it to the room, he moves in slowly but you move slightly quicker because you aren’t interested in being here long. You might be a virgin, but you aren’t the type to act like one. Armin is kissing you back but it’s soft. You hate soft. He is more pecking your lips than making out with you and it’s making you wonder why he even invited you up if he was going to act like this. You can feel his hand travel under your skirt and grab at the plush of your thighs. You turn him around so that he is walking towards the bed and straddle him once he is sat. He starts kissing your neck which causes you to emit soft moans. You begin grinding on him as you feel him hardening in his pants. This causes him to groan and pull your hips closer to him.

You need more than this. You’ve been needing to cum all day and this stupid party is the reason you couldn’t. “Minnie,” you blink at him with a whine and faux desperate eyes,”please touch me.” You plead as you drag his hand around to the front of panties under your skirt. He looks at you with widened eyes and nods quickly. He flips you so that you are now laying down and that he is hovering over you. He rubs up your slit once to gather some of your juices then begins to circle your clit. You palm him over his jeans while eliciting small moans for his enjoyment. Armin begins moaning and circles your clit faster. You need to feel something in you though. He can’t just play with your clit. You unzip his pants and take out his dick from its confines. It has a pretty red tip and is decent sized. Armin hisses feeling your hands on him with no barrier.

You still need more. He hasn’t moved from your clit. Armin lets out a shocked gasp as you flip him and climb on top. His dick is aligned with your face as your pussy is hovering over his. You look over your shoulder and make eye contact, “is this okay?” He eagerly agrees before slipping your panties to the side and latching on to your folds. Swirling his tongue through your slit before stopping at your entrance and inserting his tongue, Armin starts thumbing at your clit. Applying pressure there as he fucks his tongue in and out of you moaning at the taste. You might have been too quick to judge because he is working wonders on your needy hole. You almost forget you were supposed to be sucking his dick. It’s leaking precum now and running down his shaft. You lick from the base up to his angry red tip getting a taste of the salty liquid. He moans into you, sending vibrations through you increasing the pleasure. You swirl your tongue around his tip before wrapping your lips around him.

You gently suck on his red tip before taking more of him into your mouth. You pull him almost completely out then deepthroat him all out once. This pulls another moan out of Armin. He moves his tongue from your sweet entrance and inserts a finger. His hands are nice, you saw that coming up the stairs, but his tongue is better. You push your pussy against his face hoping he will catch the hint, and thankfully he does. He uses his other hand to spread your folds more and attach to your clit. Rolling the bud between his lips then flattening his tongue against it causing your toes to slightly curl. He is really working wonders with his tongue. But, you are about to work more with yours.

Hollowing your cheeks as you slowly pull his dick out your mouth, you release him with a pop before licking a long stripe down his shaft. You spit on his tip and take him in both of your hands making a twisting motion on his hardened member. Gathering more saliva in your mouth, you place a sloppy kiss on the red tip before you start bobbing your head up and down on him. You move one hand off of him and push him to the back of your throat while moaning. “Fuck! Y/n, shit!” He stops his actions of your heat as his dick begins to twitch. You take this as a sign to start fondling his balls to add to his sensitivity which causes him to throw his head back from pleasure. You pull him from the warmth of your throat and skim your thumb over his tip before speaking, “Minnie, don’t stop please. I’m almost there.” You tell him with a soft pout. You refuse to leave without cumming tonight.

He realizes he has stopped and begins fingering you again. He’s making a mess on your pussy. Sloppy kissing your outer lips before running his wet tongue up and down your folds. He’s knuckles deep in you when you feel him wrap his arm around your hips and pull you even closer to his lips. If you were to look back, you would see the mix of your juices and his spit running down his chin. He lays harsh licks to your aching clit causing your hole to clench around his fingers curling in you. You feel your core tightening signaling you are cumming soon. Armin feels you clenching and pushes fingers harder in you rubbing your walls.

Taking his twitching member back into the wetness of your mouth, you suck him in with more pressure. He has pre-cum and your hot saliva dripping down the length of his cock and feels his release nearing. Both of you are working each other over and moaning into one another. With his cock in your mouth, you flatten your tongue and wiggle it while you gently fondle his balls again. “Y/n. Y/n! Fuck, I’m cumming,” he announces, but you don’t move to take him out of your mouth. You wanted to take his cum down your throat.

He continues fingering you, but you feel him tense when you hollow your cheeks and push him down your throat one last time. His hot liquid spilling in your mouth makes you moan as you wait for him to finish. This triggers your own release causing you sweet juices to splash in his face as you cum around his fingers. Both of you cumming and moaning help work each other through their orgasms. Each breathing heavy as you come down from your highs. You move from off top of him and move your panties back to the center of your core. You lay next to him for a second before you let out a slight giggle. “That was good Minnie, thank you.”

“Don’t thank me,Y/n” he chuckles. “Fuck, you really drained me.” He lets out a sigh of pleasure.

It’s time for you to make your exit. You got what you wanted for the night: a decent orgasm. You start to stand up, “hey Minnie, I have to go. Got classes tomorrow.”

He looks at you and starts speaking, “oh, okay. Well, I’ll see you later then?” He asks. You know he means as in seeing more of you. You know he’s hoping to get to know you more. But, that’s not what you are here for.

You do your same little giggle and smile, the ones that mean you aren’t coming back. You do this and reply with a simple, “Mm!” An answer that’s not words, that can’t be counted as a definite yes. An answer men always take incorrectly from you. The answer you give him and kiss his cheek with before walking out the bedroom door and text Sasha that you would catch an Uber home knowing she was somewhere with a random man of her own.

You list in your head why Armin is wrong for you just like you do with the rest. He was good and made you cum, but his hands aren’t the necklace you were looking for. Fingers don’t rub the walls of your slick pussy right. And sadly, he didn’t even fuck your throat.

Another day, another man who’s dick you won’t be sitting on.

Thoughts of a Slutty Virgin - 🧚🏽‍♀️

Again, thank you for the love on the intro to Game of a Slutty Virgin 💜! I hope you enjoy this part and the upcoming parts. Reader will get her cherry popped, but it will be by the man she picks at the end. The next chapters will be her having different sex adventures and trust they will not be limited to a just blow jobs and fingering. Stay tuned 🤗

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