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Valentine | A. Arlert
cw: fem reader, spit, god complex(?), rich boy armin, oral (fem receiving), finger sucking, teasing, unprotected sex, lingerie, alcohol consumption im going back to my roots
Armin Arlert loves Valentine’s Day.
He’d spent much of the week before planning, making reservations, researching, asking your friends, and trying to keep a you from finding out how much effort was being put into today.
He’d come up with the perfect excuse to buy you not one, not two, but three sets of lingerie, three new dresses and, of course, three new pairs of shoes.
“Gotta have options” he said, swiping his card without even thinking, eye locked on yours while you shifted awkwardly under his gaze.
“Just pick what you like, baby” he pressed a kiss to your temple, leaving the room to get ready for the reservation that he made. The one that he sprung up on you the night before.
You worked half a day,(Armin’s doing) so that you had time to doll yourself up the way you want to. He loves watching you fix your hair, loves the effort you put into yourself while he gets to parade you wherever he goes. Loves the wandering eyes and how you clutch closer to him when you’re unsure.
You pick the black dress, the most recent purchase that Armin agreed to get for you. Your heels adding a pop of color and matching the color you chose for your lipstick.
You don’t tell Armin about the lingerie set you picked out in secret, one that he didn’t pay for.
“You’re beautiful.” He says, helping you zip up the back of your dress the rest of the way. His handles traveling along your sides and down to your hips where he holds you against him. “You’re mine, yeah?”
“Of course, Armin” you whisper, embracing his touch and when he presses a kiss to your cheek.
“Good.”
He offers his hand and guides you to the car.
He’s in awe of how you walk in those shoes, how your feet must ache but your face shows no evidence of discomfort. He has half a mind to slip some of your house shoes into his car, knows if you have a glass of wine too much at dinner you’ll be a slurring mess of giggles, complaints, and confessions of love.
It makes Armin blush, thinking of how clingy you get when you’re a little tipsy. Loves when you press yourself up against him, pressing a kiss to his jaw, hands wandering down to his waist, undoing his belt and slowly-
“Armin”
You pull on his arm when the host begins to walk towards the table.
“Sorry, baby.”
He wraps his arm around your waist, keeping you close and secure from the eyes that wander all over your body.
He pulls your chair out for you, a habit he’d become accustomed to because his grandfather had always told him to do so for his partner.
He smiles small at you, letting enjoying the ambiance and the glasses of wine that were poured for both of you.
Armin Arlert loves when you’re tipsy. When you’re slurring your words and begging for him to help you with the strap of your heels, when you pout at him for not bringing extra shoes because he knew you would get tired.
He’ll apologize, of course, kissing your temple before bending down to undo the strap and buckle of your shoe.
You sigh in relief when it comes off, the pressure alleviated from your toes and the balls of your feet.
“Grounds cold, Min” you say. Lips puffy from anxiously biting them.
“I know, baby.” He sighs, letting you lean on him while he waits for the valet to bring his car around.
“We’ll be home soon.” He reassures you.
When his car is brought around his gently leads you to it, guiding your legs into the passenger seat and buckling your seat belt.
You catch his lip in a kiss when you both make eye contact, giggling when he pulls away surprised before closing your door and getting in the driver’s seat.
“Feel good?” He asks, you can tell by his gaze he wants to know if you’re still with him, not too far gone into the alcohol coursing through your system.
“Yes.” You reply, squeezing his hand on your thigh, your silent reassurance that you’re still here.
“Good.”
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Your apartment is decorated in rose petals, candles adorning your counter top and chocolates spread out on your coffee table. Armin wants to groan, this isn’t what he had in mind when he told Jean to decorate it like “on pinterest or something.”
You think the effort is sweet, sauntering over to your tablet and popping a chocolate into your mouth, chewing and padding your way back to where Armin stands. His backs against the front door.
“Hey Min”
Your reaching for the zipper at the top of your dress, fingers failing to grasp it.
“I got it” he says, leaning close to you. You can feel the warmth of his breath close to you, his gaze intense while he brings the zipper of your dress all the way down.
“Did you want me to see you?” He pauses, fingers aching to peel your dress off of you.
He holds his breath when you step away from him, he’s ready to comfort you.
Instead you let your arms fall, the dress slipping off of your form and revealing the red lingerie that you found.
The lace is sheer, he can see your nipples and fuck- he can see all of you. His mouth goes dry when you step out of your dress, hips swaying as you walk towards him.
“Do you like it?” You ask, speech still slightly slurred, your hand coming to cup at your breasts before tracing your waste down to hook your fingers in the waist band of your panties.
He feels his chest tighten when your hands stop at, pulling your panties down enough to tease at where your thighs meet your pussy.
“Touch me, Armin” you whisper, wrapping your arm around his neck and pulling him into a sloppy kiss.
Armin can’t breathe, the room is spinning and his surroundings are full of you. He can’t get enough yet it’s almost too much, your scent, your skin, your touch, fuck the little whimpers that you make turn him greedy.
He wants more, wants to feel more, wants to hear more. He’s insatiable, touching and tugging and swirling his tongue with your while lithe fingers find your clothed cunt covered in your own arousal.
“Fuck. You’re so good” he pants, moving your panties to the side, “so fucking good for me; wanna make you feel good”
He’s kissing into your mouth one last time before planting kisses down your jaw, your neck, the soft flesh of your breasts and stomach; stopping to suck a mark onto your hips until it blooms in purple and he’s satisfied with the little sounds that escape you.
Your breathe hitches when he stops in front of your pussy, fingers spreading you apart and lips wrapping around your clit before he rolls in tongue teasingly against it. He adores the rise and fall of your chest, the staccato of your voice, and the grip you have in his hair.
Armin is insatiable, doesn’t need to breathe when it comes to you. Lost in his pleasure and building yours, fingers inching themselves inside of your hot walls and curling up to that spot that makes you keen for him.
“Fuck, Armin, yes” you exhale, the wine in your system makes you melt under his touch, “wanna feel you, want more please”
His gaze is on you again and you can’t help but whine. He’s so intense when he wants to be, his lips leave your sensitive clit for a moment only to watch your face contort in pleasure as he finger fucks you to your first high, enjoying the arousal that coats his fingers when you beg and plead for Armin to give you more, more, more of him.
He’s quick to oblige, bringing his fingers into his mouth and sucking off your essence before pressing them against your mouth.
You wrap your lips around them, tongue swirling around them while Armin pulls his pants down enough for his cock to spring free. The pearl of pre cum adorns the tip and makes your mouth water and thighs clench.
“You want it baby? Wanna take my cock and be my good girl?”
You nod, unable to voice your arousal, pliable under his touch when he pushes you onto your back against the couch.
He loves this part, when you hook your legs around his waist and watch as you take all of his cock, when he can hear your breath change when you’re struggling to adjust to how thick he is.
“Fuck” you whine, hand coming up to caress his face when he fully enters you. You’re conflicted with the feeling if soreness, fighting to savour and struggle with it when he ruts into you and you can feel how deeps he goes.
“Armin, s’big” you whine, letting him kiss you again, tongue swirling with yours before pulling away, a string of spit connecting the both of you.
“Yeah baby? Can’t handle my cock, hm?” He teases, rutting into your again and again to watch your brows knit together. He can feel the heel of your foot dig into his back, pushing him deeper into you.
“You want more?”
He smiles, loving the pap of his balls against your ass.
“Tell me, you want more?” He asks, hips stopping when he’s sheathed himself all the way.
“Fuck. Yes.” You struggle with filling your lungs with air, lost in pleasure and in Armin.
“Want everything you give me, Armin”
“G-god” you pant, he laughs, picking up his pace and savoring the feeling of your tight walls around his length.
“Yeah, I’ll be your God.” He seethes, hooking your leg onto his shoulder, kissing your ankle when he starts a brutal pace, hand coming down to press down against the soft, plush skin of your tummy.
“Only think of me, only want me, only look at me” he breathes. His pace not faltering, you spur him on when you dig your nails into his arm.
“Only y-you” you parrot, your other leg now on his shoulder.
“You’re prettiest when you’re under me.” He smiles, pulling your bra down so that you’re tits are exposed to him.
“Pretty fuckin’ thing” he whispers, hands cupping your breast and pinching your nipple.
“I love Valentine’s Day, you know?”
You only nod, letting Armin take you to another high.
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Armin + Dominance
Warnings: nsfw, minors dni, sub/dom dynamic, dom Armin, heavy degradation, punishment, bratting/brat taming, mentioned multiple orgasms, impact play, sadomasochism
Pairing: Armin Arlert x genderneutral reader
Note: Yeah hi literally no one asked for this. Like. Not a soul. However, I started simping due to someone and now I can't stop thinking about covert dom Armin
Now here you were, bent over the desk in the shared dorm between him and Eren. His cock slamming into you, your voice carrying as you couldn't help but moan. Each drag of his cock hit your sweet spot like no tomorrow, his hand on the base of your neck. Armin's grip tight, keeping you face down and ass up.
It had been all fun and games, making jabs at the calm and ever so composed blonde. Really, it had. Just sitting in a group, laughing. It was Eren who brought up that Armin seemed particularly closed off about anything sex related. Something that was uncommon in college. Jean was quick to try and shut Eren up, about how Armin didn't owe anyone anything. Although, you suspected that it was just another chance to prove himself better than Eren. Connie had laughed, claiming his dick was too big to not talk about. That one you chuckled at. You had made a comment about how you were sure that if Armin had anything to brag about, he would when the time came. What you had implied didn't fall on deaf ears, it never did.
"Fuck." He swore, the "innocent baby" of the group swore. "Take it. Go on. Take it, whore."
"God! Armin!" You whined.
"Go on. Moan like a bitch in heat. I'll make it so you can't even walk, then lets see you imply a thing about my cock then." Armin growled.
You could only lay there, face down, moaning just like Armin said. Like a bitch in heat. You whined and whimpered, face bright red as Armin snapped his hips, his cock driving deeper into you. The blonde used his other hand to slap his hand onto your ass, the impact sharp and painful. You gasped, practically sobbing as another orgasm inched closer. Armin coldly chuckled.
"Thats right. Cum with my cock inside you. Again. Fucking whore, sobbing because of my cock. Tell me, how do you feel? Do I not have anything to brag about? Fucking slut." His words were cold and cruel, hitting you deeper and making you even more excited.
"It feels so good!" You sobbed, body limp against the desk, "Your cock is so big! I love it! I need it! Please, fuck, Armin please!"
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nsfw content. 18+. minors do not interact.
you really hoped no one saw the mistake you made. you would literally die if anyone you knew in person found out about your onlyfans. how you managed to tweet the direct link to your account on your main instead of your personal nsfw account. but you were quick enough to catch your mistake and fix it. deleting the link before anybody could see.
however, armin was just a little bit faster than you.
he didn't have time to stare at hisphone with his mouth open in disbelief. armin had never clicked on anything so fast. he had an account made and debit card linked within seconds. he obviously didn't put his real name, or his real picture. as grateful as he was that the stars aligned just right for him, he wanted to be anonymous.
your monthly subscription was insultingly low for someone as beautiful and breathtaking as you. armin supposed that was part of your marketing ploy; cheap enough for it to be affordable, but just enough to gain some kind of profit. there was no way armin could put a price on you. but, unlimited videos of you touching yourself, audio clips of masturbation instructions, pictures of places he had only dreamed about, all for $5.99. he had to admit, that was quite a steal.
armin learned your upload schedule and knew it off the back of his hand. he was amazed at how you had time to make content every day. his favorite day of the week was wednesday, as that was a day you designated for videos of you playing with yourself. he’d come home from work and, sometimes, from hanging out with his friends with you included. you hadn’t suspected a thing. you were armin’s dirty little secret.
his blood reached a boiling temperature when he came home one day to find a five minute video of you being railed from behind, ass cheeks jiggling from the force of the man slamming himself inside you. armin didn’t have a problem with you having other relationships, the problem was whose bedsheets you were on top of. he recognized the tattoo on the back of the wrist; roman numerals of his mothers birth year — it was eren.
he was enraged. not at you, of course. never. at eren. could armin not have one thing for himself? why did eren have to worm his way into everything? the more armin watched, the worse he felt, the more he critiqued eren and the way he fucks you. it was boring. uninteresting. he could click on any video on pornhub and get the same vibe. typical of eren to be so unoriginal and unromantic. the video had ended and armin sat in his chair, no longer erect, and closed his laptop screen with a sharp snap.
“whatever.” armin sucked his teeth.
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don’t want no other shade of blue but you ｡･:*:･ﾟ☆
armin arlert x reader | wc: 0.7k+ | L’s FOLKLORE event
You often find yourself thinking of a lingering piece of advice. Like a constant comfort, it sits on your shoulder as it reminds you like a broken record.
Stare at the horizon to avoid motion sickness.
You think of it when you’re riding shotgun on a long drive, eyes glued to the melting sunset as trees pass by in a blur. You thought of it the handful of times you’ve been at sea, on a ferry or something similar, as you watch the ocean waves bump up and down against the consistent parallel skyline. You’re thinking of it now, even though you’re stagnant as you sit perched at the windowsill of your living room’s pane.
The sunset is blue, which is a bit odd compared to its usual abstracts of pinks, purples, and oranges. The pastel sapphire sets over the neighboring houses in your area as you watch it seep further into a deep denim the closer it reaches the horizon.
A blue sunset. It’s funny, you think, how fitting it is for a moment like this.
Armin sits directly beside you on the loveseat for two—instead of the usual tender touches shared on the cushions, the two of you keep a fair distance between one another.
It’s a weird thing, to be sad together. It’s a special, sickening category of comfort. Knowing you’re not alone in your blue, knowing your lover isn’t feeling yellow without you.
“I’m sorry,” you manage to squeak out.
Armin’s eyes find your face, expecting you to say more. However, he’s met with silence as your gaze stays locked in on the horizon through the smudged window glass.
“For what?” he innocently presses.
You adjust your body against the windowsill so that it faces him slightly, so he can feel your warmth, even if you can’t feel it for yourself. “That you’re sad,” your response is dry.
Armin almost smiles at your sincere apology.
Tenderly, he touches you for the first time since the two of you came home—his finger carefully catches the tear that threatens to fall from your waterline. He lets the droplet sit on his digit for a moment, before pressing it into his own skin, almost as if he’s comforting the salt-water.
“You’re sad, too,” he points out.
A watery and snotty laugh escapes your throat, and you're not too sure if it’s one of humor or irony.
“I know, but,” a shaky exhale breaks up your thoughts, “I’m sorry that we have to feel this way together.”
Armin knows what you’re trying to say, the intention you’re begging to get across through labored breathing and minimal words. He knows, because he understands you. He even agrees to a point.
Sure, while he does wish the two of you were feeling happy together, he’s grateful to be feeling anything together at all. He’ll take what he can get. He’ll accept anything he’s given from you with open arms and an open mind.
So he sheepishly speaks up, "I don’t think that I’d want to feel this way with anyone else."
Your eyebrows sink inwards with confusion, “What?”
With an inhale, he gently rests his hand atop of your own on the framing of the loveseat. His palm is chilly compared to your clammy fingers.
“I’m happy to be with you,” he yearns, “even if it’s like this.”
Like this—rainy and grey and terribly grim. The not-so-pretty parts of love that come with a relationship, with an eternal promise to one another no matter the weather.
Armin wants all of you—even your blue, as long as it means he gets your yellow, too.
"I wouldn't want anyone else's sadness," he hums into your temple, leaving a tender peck to the sensitive skin that’s cold against his lips.
Because there's far more to love than just the good—the light and airy that goes down easy like an expensive top-shelf liquor. There's the heavy and dense, the depths you didn’t even think you could sink to. There's the moments that don’t feel real—they feel abstract, like shades and hues and tints of blue.
Sure, love is who you choose to feel elated with, whose laughter you immediately search for after you crack a joke. But, it’s also who you choose to be sad with, whose dark days you choose to wait out the rain with. Whose storm you’d sit in the eye of.
With your hand beneath his, Armin knows that he would spend ten lifetimes over in a cramped car or bouncing boat, with the worst motion sickness in the history of mankind, if it meant doing it with you.
He would stare at your horizon for centuries.
@134340am yuna...this lyric means a lot to me and i tried to do it justice but i really dont think i did LOL so pls know that im so sorry. its just so special !!!! the idea of choosing to be with someone through sadness, choosing to welcome it as you would their happiness or anger or WHATEVER! its so sweet and i really tried to make that armin’s clear intent when interacting w reader. just two lovers being sad. together <3 but yea this isnt good but i wanted to try for u ;0
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a rose , dropped in the city center which sprials into my hand >> armin && male reader ;; ((SFW))
The Wednesday evening light shone off of the puddles of water on the ground of Tokyo, the glass, sky-high buildings reflecting the sunset as hundreds of people flock to shops and homes alike.
This was where Y/N L/N loved the most, in all of Japan. Sure, the sakura trees were stunning in bloom, sure, the countryside was straight out of an anime, but he preferred the bustling city life-- especially during twilight.
You could always find him perched on a bench or an outside seating area of a cafe or restaurant, watching the hundreds of people scurry across his vision like moths to a flame. He enjoyed relishing in the fact that they all had separate lives that he would never understand or experience for his own-- the type of feeling that brings nostalgia to one's own life.
What beauty in self-reflection, in the midst of Tokyo's largest tourist trap. What elegance in retreating to a hotel when the clock strikes nine and being unable to sleep. What sturdiness to wake up the next day and go right back to that same cafe, to that same table, to that same latte.
To others, this may have been considered a boring ritual, but to Y/N, rituals and routines were his whole life. Until, a singular rose petal shattered his strong barriers with its pure love.
The blonde-haired man's name was Armin Arlert. He, like Y/N, was twenty three years old, but unlike Y/N, called Japan his home. One morning, just as Y/N was sitting down at his usual cafe, he noticed that this time, the seat next to his was occupied by none other than Armin-- carrying a few rose flowers, which, when questioned later, claimed they were for his boss.
At first, the two did not talk much. They both ordered, and got their drinks, all without saying a word. Until, just as Y/N finished his latte, a rose petal dropped from one of the flowers onto the floor just by the boy's chair.
As a kind gesture, Y/N picked up the flower and returned it to the then-stranger, who bowed his head in thanks-- And then, finally, words began to fly.
"What's your name?"
"Where are you from?"
"Me too!"
"Can I have your number?"
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aot boys + ovulation week (feat. armin, eren, ony, connie, jean and reiner)
exactly as it sounds, another one of my early morning thoughts getting the best of me..a little drabble, nothing more lmao! This is also filthy
content + themes: black coded reader, ovulation, pregnancy mentions, breeding kink, squirting, masturbation, birth control, brief mentions of anal sex, spit play, fingering and some other thingsss
📝: this literally came to me out of nowhere. They are not fact or gospel, just my own opinion. But I could be wrong, feel free to change it how you please.
* . °•★|•°∵ ∵°•|☆•° .** . °•★|•°∵ ∵°•|☆•° .** . °•★|•°∵ ∵°•|
eren • the tease: the second he gets wind that you’re ovulating, it’s almost as if he takes the shit as a challenge. He doesn’t directly say anything but he notices the signs fairly quickly. The way you clench your thighs together when he’s around, flustering when he has no shirt on, etc. he finds it so cute in fact that he can’t help but to make your life harder. It’s not a matter of if you’ll cave to your urges but when and he definitely tries to speed up the process. Smirking once he realizes why you’re acting so strange. Walking around the house in gray sweatpants with no boxers, touching you even more so than he already does and is just incredibly flirtatious. Even grabbing your waist as he walks past you in the kitchen. “What’s wrong, princess? You look a lil’ tense, c’mere.” “I’m fine, Eren. I promise..” but he knows better than that when he catches you touching yourself because he happened to say something in passing earlier in the day that turned you on. (mind you: he called you a ‘good girl’ whilst the two of you were doing your morning workouts because you finished a set) but he doesn’t care..now that he sees you writhing around, spreading yourself open and stuffing those nimble little fingers in that dripping pussy, he’s glad to come help. “Look at you..so cute. I knew it.” And you’re in for it now because it doesn’t take long before he’s got you in his lap, back pressed to his chest with your legs spread completely apart as his larger digits are now thrashing around inside of you with a thumb on your clit and he’s whispering in your ear. Pinching your nipples and even kissing on your neck whilst he watches you turn into a drooling mess. “…You just needed me to come help you out. I’m right here..let daddy take care of you, baby..imma stretch that shit out. Use all them’ pretty holes..how’s that sound?”
armin • the sneak: he’s not dumb by a long shot! If anybody can sense when it’s that week for you, it’s him. The brainiac even has it down to a science..even if you don’t tell him, he can guess from the time you’re off your cycle till then. And once he does guess correctly, he’s on the hunt then and you’re his prey. He tries to use reverse psychology and all the other nonsense to lure you in. He clearly sees you’re trying to avoid him and not cave because he knows you’ll pounce like a wild animal the second you do. He’ll say things along the lines of: “it’s okay, sweetheart. We don’t have to do anything you don’t want to.” Or “..I just thought you looked so pretty today, that’s all. I couldn’t help myself but I understand. We can wait until you’re ready.” After an intense makeout session that stops right before things get too far gone. And while he’s playing his little innocent act, you're frothing between your thighs and praying that he rips your clothes off right then and there. He also gets a kick out of seeing you get aroused by the simplest things. For example, when he’s fixing something in the house and his veins protrude from his hands and you wish it was your throat he was squeezing. It doesn’t take two hours, less known a week for you to give in and all but beg him to fuck you! And he’s excited because this man all but dreams of getting you pregnant! “I’ll give you whatever you want, sweetheart..all you have to do is ask.” Declaring as you find yourself on your knees, swallowing his dick whole (because he knows it gets you so wet) before he lightly cups your chin and fills your mouth with spit before rewarding you with a kiss. “Might even put a baby in you..you’ll look so fucking good.”
onyakopon • the pleasure dom: this man…this man right here. You might as well be prepared to block his damn number because he’ll have you ready to live in his skin when it’s all said and done. He knows you’ll try to evade him and act as if you’re just busy but he knows. He can tell you’re nervous around him or not wanting to make eye contact but he wants you to admit it. Tell him what it is that’s really on your mind. “What you acting so shy ‘round me for? Don’t be like that, ma. I’m your man. You can tell me anything.” As if he doesn’t already know you want him to use you as a fleshlight and make you come until you’re seeing stars. That much is apparent by the way you’re rubbing up on his chest, twirling his gold chain and biting the tip of your finger whilst you’re laying in bed. “What’s up with you, mama? Sum’ on your mind? Tell me what you want..” And it doesn’t take him long to deduce or figure things out when you start to move that hand lower towards his gym shorts. Naturally, he strives to give you exactly what you want so moments later, he’s between your thighs, allowing you to rub on his head; wrapped with a silk durag as he devours your pussy. Sucking and lapping on your clit…drinking in your juices. He knows you get wet but it’s not even a full ten minutes of him pleasuring you that you found yourself squirting into his mouth. Of course, there isn’t a single complaint from your man. He lives for it! “Lemme have that shit..c’mon, baby.” Adamant on the fact that he’s not coming up until he’s certain you’re satisfied. Fuck his own pleasure. And once he sets you atop his dick, bouncing you up and down, he’s focusing solely on you. On your orgasms, on the way your body reacts and especially how much you’re gushing down his shaft with those creamy juices. Squeezing him so tight as if you don’t want to let go. “Take that dick, baby..get your nut. That’s all I’m worried ‘bout right now. Get your fucking nut.”
connie • the freak: mr. constance shows no restraint as is but when you’re ovulating, it goes from bad to worse. Because he knows you won’t hold back either. So nothing is off limits! Every position, every kink, every type of nasty, salacious thing you can think of, he’s using this week as a means to let them all out. Your sex drive is super high so he’s matching your energy tenfold. “Imma fuck the shit out you, wait till I get home.” Vowing with conviction when you send him videos and texts throughout the day filled with freaky treats. The stuff you’re saying to one another is down right deplorable but you love every moment of it. He gets especially excited when you send him a small clip of you touching yourself and the web of arousal is twirled around your nails. You find yourselves engaging in every debaucherous activity possible from letting him bend you over the kitchen counter, legs spread open as he pounds you relentlessly..hands on your throat, hand roped between your thighs as it strokes your clit and you’re so sensitive, he loves it. He’s kissing on your neck, telling you how pretty you look. It’s bliss for the both of you. But then things intensity and Connie is NAWT playing. When you keep begging him for more, he doesn’t hesitate. He does everything he can to fulfill your filthy urges. Exploring every kink that you guys have wanted to try. Sucking toes, spitting in your mouth, fucking your throat..he’s using every hole you have. Even that one..he may even throw some liquor or weed into the mix and things really get fun. “Open that shit up, baby. That ass feels so fucking good. Love how nasty you get f’r me..” y’all literally never rest when that week rolls around!
jean • the bedroom bully: jean is a whole lover boy, no doubt..but he’s lowkey a bully in bed! Jean sort of likes it rough and he lovesss that you never shy away from telling him how you’re feeling…sometimes! When you’re ovulating, it depends on how you’re acting and how he’ll proceed. If he knows you’re in the mood and you’re being a bit more aggressive than usual, he’s with it. He’s loving that you’re tugging at his belt buckle, begging to suck him off.. “yeah, baby? That’s what you want? So what are you waiting for…suck this fucking dick.” Petting your head on the way down and trust, he’s not gentle about it. Even making you hold it in place.. “this is what you wanted, right? For me to treat you like a little slut? C’mon, baby..answer me.” Slapping your cheek in the process. If he’s feeling extra rude, he might deprive you. If you’re acting a little shy, he’s gonna find out what’s going on. He’s aware that you can’t control yourself and he doesn’t hold it against you (but he certainly exploits it!) When he sees you on your phone and acting a little secretive, he gets curious..only to find out you’ve been watching porn and he had a field day! “You’re really something else this week..” Pushing you against a wall, shoving his fingers into your panties and roughly grasping your chin as he forces you to keep eye contact. “What’s this? Can’t even wait for me, huh? That’s alright, I’ll take care of you.”
reiner • the breeder: good god, need I say more?! This man’s breeding kink stays on go as is but when ovulation week rolls around, you have to all but lock his ass out of the house because he’s going to be on you so bad and honestly, you want it. You want him just as desperately so you have to be the one to exercise caution because you know he won’t! You’re up against the kitchen counter or folding laundry and he’s all up on you..touching, kissing and licking on every inch of your skin, just not wanting to let go.. “Reiiii, baby..we can’t, not right now.” Whole time, you’re dripping between your thighs, your nipples are erect and you even find yourself whimpering and rutting yourself against him. “Really, sugar? Because the way you’re grinding on my dick says otherwise.” And it’s on from there, you cave! You cave bad..allowing him to bend you over right there, hoisting your skirt up and fucking you like an animal. You’re both so unhinged and primal; moving about the house in different positions, getting filled in each spot. He’s filled you with so much cum, he can barely even stay in it. You’re scratching at his back, faintly grasping him because you’re terribly overstimulated. “C’mon, darling. You can take one more f’r me. You’re gonna look so good when I fill you up..give you my baby.”
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ARMIN DRABBLE
NSFW, Black reader.
“Take it baby.” Armin said, one hand on the back of your neck while the other was planted on the small of your back. You let out a few more sobs thinking about how you got yourself into this predicament.
“You wanna show out in front of people right?” Armin then thrusted into you with more power watching you squirm and cry from the back. You had to take it. You wanted to crawl away so bad but you knew you couldn’t. That would be a more worse case to have yourself in.
You could tell Armin was mad. Just by the way he had you. “You cryin ‘n shit, messin up that pretty face.” Armin slid his hand that was holding your neck up to your hair giving it a hard pull. “A-Armin im sorry!” You yelped, taking your right hand to stop his mean thrusts.
“I’m good baby, you had a smart ass mouth earlier today, back yo shit up.” Armin thrusted into you faster, the bed a rocking mess. “You hear me? Talk yo shit with dick in you mama.”
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JUST A LIL SUM SUM CAUSE I BEEN GONEEEE
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content & warnings: female reader, nerd!armin x nerd!reader, black-coded reader, reader & armin are college students, suggestive and allusions to sex mdni
author’s note: lmao another reupload i say i can’t stand mr. arlert but i figured i’d repost this for ole times sake. it flopped the first time so let’s see.
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You hate men.
That’s a reoccurring thought you have when you actually have free time and go to any comic book store.
When you admire a comic that’s in mint condition behind the glass or a figurine, sooner or later some troglodyte will approach you and attempt to quiz you.
And sure enough, he appeared.
“Hello.” He said, starting off politely. Your guard was up but you maintained your pleasant demeanour.
“Hi…” You said, a smile plastered on your face.
"Are you thinking about purchasing that figure...?" He inquired his tone condescending, squinting his eyes.
"...If I was?" You shot back, masking your annoyance with a pleasant tone of voice.
“It’s a limited figure. There are only seven in existence as we speak, and I’d hate for it to go to somebody who isn’t a die-hard fan.” He responded.
“And what makes you think that I’m not?” You questioned, brows furrowing together.
He simply gave you a look up and down.
“A gut feeling.” He snarked.
“Sorry to bother you.” A gentle yet resolute voice called out behind you.
You turned to face whoever that was and you were met with vivid, crystalline eyes.
“I couldn’t help but notice your keychain-”
“Here it goes.” You thought to yourself. Now you were getting jumped by two at once.
“I have a matching one..” He chuckled.
Stuck.
The gentle features and pleasant grin of the man in front of you halted your defence mode.
“Oh!” You replied, attempting to regain your composure.
Your gaze was drawn to the keychain on his bag, his hand pulling it closer to give you a better look.
“Yeah.” He said with an earnest chuckle.
“That guy is an asshole.” Armin said bluntly as the two of you walked down the high street, out of the store. “I come here every Thursday, and without fail any cute girl that enters that shop, he’s got an entire quiz set up.”
You wrinkled your nose in disgust then sighed at the aspect of that going on any longer before Armin swooped in to save the day.
Then you looked up at him through your lashes and felt the urge to tease him. He was a familiar face on campus.
Professors and TAs both adored him since he always had something to add to the lesson.
He was articulate in his words, presenting concepts and deconstructing them.
There was no doubt he was one of the sharpest students in your college.
He was never condescending to those pupils who were hesitant about the subject. Support and clear walkthroughs that even professors could not provide.
“You think I’m cute, Armin?” You say, with a giggle.
“What am I, blind?” He responded with a snort. “Never took you for a compliment fisher.”
Your jaw went slack with disbelief at his dig.
“H-hey!” You stuttered, caught off-guard. “Am not!”
He had a smart mouth. You figured at first glance he was a pushover but boy were you wrong.
From then on, you met up with Armin every Thursday. The day he was free from his busy schedule.
You’d purposely begun to whisper to each other and cackle like hyenas to irritate the nerd bros you had clashed with in the comic book store.
Sometimes Armin would feel bold and do the lingering touches, like skimming a hand across your waist or full-on holding your hips when the store was busy which always made you swat his shoulder in annoyance and let out a disbelieving laugh.
Your relationship blossomed, and you went from just sometimes meeting up at that store, to spending the entire day over at his place building Lego sets and puzzles.
Card games were always an iffy one with Armin because he’d be sneaky and you always caught him out on it. And in response, he’d give you a sheepish smile and hold out his hands in defence.
“I wanna do something special for her.” He said as a passing comment to his best friend from childhood, Eren.
“What makes her so different from the other girls you bring over and geek out over nerdy crap?” Eren said with a derisive snort as his eyes were glued to the screen as his fingers flew over the game controller.
“Hey!” Armin protested, slightly irritated at Eren’s blunt comment pausing the game.
“Dude, whaaat?” Eren dragged out, glaring at Armin in irritation.
“So you’re gonna sit here and act like she hasn’t been hanging out with me for long?”
“Armin, I don’t give a crap about your love life!” Eren barked. “If she’s so special just amp up the nerdy shit.”
“Gee, thanks buddy.” Armin muttered, resuming the game. However, Eren’s words, albeit harsh spurred an idea within Armin.
He spent a week preparing this weekend excursion during both of your spring break.
When he first told about this vacation, he felt his pulse race as he saw the broad smile appear on your face.
Armin would do anything to make you happy.
In a place full of rare and exotic sea creatures, he couldn’t take his eyes off of you.
The way the light of the crystal clear waters illuminated your brown skin, the way your eyes glimmered in awe at the jellyfish floating across the tank.
The quiet hubbub of the hushed visitors whispering and humming added to his fixation on you.
He could’ve sworn at this very moment you two were the only people on the planet, let alone the aquarium.
As you both made your way deeper, you turned to look at the stingrays gliding through the waters.
“I still can’t forgive em.” You snorted as your eyes followed them.
“You hold grudges? Remind me to never cross you in the future.” Armin chortled.
“More like forgive but never forget.” You said. “Take that as a reminder, Arlert.”
“Duly noted.” He laughed as he put an arm around you and pulled you close.
Later on at the hotel you’re staying at, you’re just scrolling through your phone.
Your friends are blowing up your phone like crazy since the group’s resident misandrist going on a weekend trip with a man is the most outlandish shit they’d heard of in a long time.
Your palms are clammy, and there was slight unease in your stomach. You didn’t miss the way Armin’s repeatedly raked over your body throughout the entirety of the day.
You’d opted for something short since it was hot. And it wasn’t as if you were some sort of newbie. You and Armin went at it a few times.
But being away from everybody in a whole other state was new territory. And the look in those azure eyes of his was something you’d never seen before.
You bid your friends' goodnight, rolling your eyes at your best friends’ teasing, and rubbed your temples.
“What are they saying?” A voice suddenly calls out from behind the couch causing you to jolt from the seat.
“Why’d you sneak up on me like that, are you trying to give me a heart attack?!” You barked as your hand settled onto your chest.
“You’re so skittish today, like a deer. I don’t bite. Or do I…?” He says with a wink.
“Armin, please leave that Casanova act somewhere. It does not suit you..” You replied with a shaky laugh.
“Alright, alright.” He said, then the next thing you know his lips are on your neck and his hand is trailing up your shirt palming at one of your breasts.
It’s an awkward position, considering he’s crouched over the couch whilst you’re sat there but it feels too good for you to even think about that.
“Armin…” You finally say, breath hitching. “What are you-”
“Making you feel good, mhm?” He says with smugness in his tone, letting his teeth graze over the skin which makes you shudder and let out an embarrassing whiny sound.
“But…”
“But what, pretty girl? I know you wanted this for so long. So just let me, I’ll take care of you.”
You nod, then gesture for him to sit beside you on the couch. From there the almost predatory look in his eyes from earlier translated into his actions.
His hands were almost everywhere, tugging at your clothes and rushing you. Under normal circumstances, you would’ve checked him but it was flattering to see how badly he wanted you.
Your skin heat up from the way his palms slid across every curve and dip.
How he yanked you close to messily meet his lips, and he bit at your plump glossed lips, whining and groaning into the kiss.
When you pulled away for air, the obscene sight of Armin’s face scrunched up in downright neediness as his fist bunched your top and the string of saliva connecting the two of you made you shudder.
Your breaths were becoming shallow as the feeling of his pants getting tight underneath your clothed core pushed further and further into you.
Armin’s movements were jerky as he whimpered uncontrollably, unable to string a coherent sentence together.
Completely contrasting to the suave persona he was pushing only a few minutes ago.
Begging and pleading for more of you, as pink dusted across his cheeks and beads of sweat began to trickle down his forehead.
Throwing your head back, the feeling of you rolling your hips into clothed friction made you dizzy with lust.
He was chanting your name, that was the only thing he could muster out for a moment.
“Please, please, please..” He breathed out, voice pleading. “Let me feel all of you, it’s all I want..” A storm brewing in those eyes.
Soon enough, he was knocked out his arms snaked around your waist and head resting on your chest. Bodies sticky but you didn’t care.
You hate men. But perhaps Armin Arlert is an exception.
author’s note: rip steve irwin ✊🏽😔 also this was the keychain
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𝑠𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑡 𝑔𝑖𝒓𝒍 💕#!
𝐬𝐲𝐧𝗼𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬⤷ you passed your exam, and your boyfriend armin wants to shows you just how proud of you he is.
𝐧𝗼𝐭𝐞𝐬⤷ guess who just passed their examss, i did bitchh 🤭 shout out to my boyfriend for inspiring this lmfao
𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠⤷ smut, mild degrading-he calls you a slut and whore, nicknames- mama, princess, pretty girl, he’s a little mean not really.
“and the highest in the class is miss.l/n, remarkable work young lady”
mini fireworks were going off in your brain right now, armin was the fuckingg best.
as soon as your class had ended you were running all over campus looking for armin to thank him for helping you study, and tell him you topped your class.
you finally found him after all your searching, sitting on his bed in his dorm room and… fuck he’s hot.
his hair was wet, most likely he was fresh out of the shower. armin was hunched on his bed, with a towel around his neck only wearing a pair of grey sweatpants and a gold necklaces.
he stood up revealing more of his abs and vline. pretty blue eyes stared at you before he spoke in that stupid charming voice of his
“you just gonna stand there all pretty or tell me what’s up” ?
shit he cough you staring.
“no, i just wanted to say thank you”. you pulled out your test results and smiled at him “look i topped my class”. you spoke with enthusiasm and a bright smile.
armin smiled at you, proud that you did well.
he kissed your forehead then whispered in your ear, “that’s my smart girl”. before landing a light kiss on your neck.
“damn she’s pretty and smart, i should really stop the small talk and put a kid in you hu” he laughed after his sentence and you just rolled your eyes at him.
“and a bit rude, but i can work with that”
you giggled before hooking your hands around his necklace pulling him into a kiss. his hand traveled under your top stroking your waist.
you pushed him onto his bed, sucking hickeys into the skin of his neck.
“ahh- fuckk” moans began leaving his parted lips.
he grabbed onto one of your hands and kissed your palm before slowly guiding your hand into his boxers, making you feel how hard his cock was.
“hmm f-fuck feel how hard you make me mama, feel what you do to me, my pretty whore”
your panties were soaked, you needed some sort of relief, you felt as tho you were burning up.
still palming at his cock you looked into his lust filled eyes, “i want you to fuck me, need you”
“…please”
“that’s my smart girl, now lay down for me wanna see your pretty face when i fuck you stupid”.
you loved this side of him, you already knew that this was gonna end with you crying out his name.
you quickly discarded of your clothing as he did the same.
he looked so pretty on top of you, his gold chain was dangling in your face as he slowly inserted his cock into your soaked pussy.
you always forgot how big he actually was.
“s-shit, it hurts a-arminn”
“shh, i know, i know, you’re a big girl i know you can take it”
finally he bottomed out. full, you felt full.
he started off with slow thrusts careful not to hurt you too much.
“f-fuck your pussy is so tight, ahh, you feel good princess”
“f-faster pleasee”
that was the green light armin was waiting for to fuck the shit out of you.
his thrusts became faster causing the both of you to moan out in pleasure. your pussy was so wet and it clenched around him making deep moans to leave his pretty pink lips.
your hands gripped onto his toned shoulders for dear life.
tears began to stream down your face as you moaned chants of his name.
he gripped onto your thighs bringing your legs to your upper half, he had you folded up in a mating press.
with ever thrust, sounds of your squelching pussy and his balls slapping against you were heard.
his lips found themselves leaving love bites all over your neck and chest, he sucked onto your flesh and breasts as tho he were a starved man.
you closed your eyes for a beaf second, you were being fucked so good. every time his cock fucked itself back into you it hit all the right spots, you were definitely gonna cum soon.
a light slap on your cheek caused you to open your eyes
“look at me when i’m fucking you, wanna see all those pretty faces you make”
“f-fuckkk baby, i feel so full, i think I’m gonna cum s-soon”
at this point his thrusts had just gotten faster, and harder. your legs started trembling. it feels good, so fucking good.
you couldn’t hold back anymore, your back arched as you came all over armins cock, crying out his name with teary eyes and a slutty little smile.
armin looked down at you through hazed eyes, and he was more than happy to see his girl looking so fucked out. you always looked prettiest like this, eyes rolled back, messy hair and make up, babbling his name like it was the only thing you knew how to say.
“don’t tell me i’ve already fucked you stupid, guess my smart girl is just a little slut now hu”
armin gripped your face, while purposely thrusting harder into you.
“fuck you’re gorgeous, gonna cum all over that preety face”.
he pulled out of your messy cunt and started stroking his cock over your face, you open your mouth waiting for his cum.
hot milky cum shot out of his cock spilling all over your face and mouth. the sight had armin feeling lightheaded.
“that’s my good little slut”.
© 𝟮𝟬𝟮𝟯 𝐀𝐥𝐥 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝗼 𝐥𝐢𝐱𝐢𝐞𝐢𝐬𝐠𝗼𝐝. 𝐂𝗼𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐬𝐡𝗼𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐧𝗼𝐭 𝐛𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝗼𝐥𝐞𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐩𝐮𝐭 𝗼𝐧 𝗼𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐟𝗼𝐫𝗺𝐬.
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CRYBABY — armin arlert x male reader
w.c: 2.5k
genitalia terms: cock, hole, dick
WARNING: humiliation, dirty talk, impact play (face slapping, spanking), edging, restraints (spreader-bar, undisclosed hand restraints), degradation, subspace, sadism, bottom reader, specific body type (taller/bigger than armin, other than that nonspecific!), amab reader. CHECK REBLOGS.
“To be fair, you’re pretty girly, Armin,” Hange chirps, wrapping their arm around Armin’s shoulders with a sly grin. Their hair swings over their face, a dark shadow casting over their gaze. His striking blue eyes watch in amusement as the rest of the Survey Corps nods along in agreement. Truthfully, he doesn’t mind the speculations, albeit a little strange how interested his coworkers are in his sex life, he can’t blame them for being so interested when he has a boyfriend like you. Plus, he’s come quite far from how he used to be— his hair is shorter, cheeks less rounded out by babyfat, shoulders broad and square. He doesn’t need to prove anything. “You let a big rock like that push you around every night?”
The blond coughs into his fist, squeezing his big, cerulean eyes shut to stifle a laugh. You’re much taller than Armin, even on a bad day, with a permanent glare in your eyes. You’d make mountains shrink if they could, with your piercing gaze. Even as you trail behind your boyfriend like a puppy, they see nothing but a guard dog, its canines bared and sharp and dangerous. Your intensity almost surpasses Levi’s, even if they were too scared to admit it.
But it means nothing when you’re under him.
You look up at him like he means the world, glassy eyes blinking against crystal tears as he pushes his cock deeper down your throat and forces you to gag on it. Your eyes roll, drool falling down your chin and down your chest that he loves to squeeze and fondle. You’re such a good boy, the way you writhe and squirm with every orgasm of yours he ruins— just thinking about it makes his dick harden in his cargos.
Armin tugs at the collar of his shirt with his index finger, bending the fabric absentmindedly. His comrades snicker at his flustered display, and the hard smacks to his back lurching him forward, back and forth.
“Bet he really makes you his—“
“… bitch, huh?” His voice is fuzzy in your ears, sweet and tantalizing as rope digs into your wrists. Your legs are bent, knees reaching your head as a spreader-bar holds your thighs wide open. Your back is pressed into Armin’s small mattress, which dips and sinks under your weight. No matter where you turn, you’re consumed in Armin’s warmth, his soft hands roaming along your naked body. He lets you whine, your head lulling back and forth as you knit your eyebrows together.
“Huh…? M’sorry.. m’sorry,” You pant, not quite sure what you’re apologizing for, probably because you’ve lost your train of thought, because you couldn’t hear what filthy things he was saying because he’s fucking you stupid.
“Oh, honey,” The blond's voice is coated in just that, sweetness dripping from his tongue as he grips your cock tight, thumbing the slit and smearing precum all over the head. The bars at your knees stop you from bucking your hips, as he squeezes the base of your cock the second you start to pulse a little too much. “Such a dumb whore. What happened to my big, smart boy?”
Degradation. You love to hear it, especially from Armin’s lips. If you thought too much about it, had it whispered in your ear until your brain melted, you could cum from that alone. Your cock throbs in his hand, as he spits down on it with a quiet ‘p’tuh’ and grins as you shudder. The wetness of his saliva feels too good, too warm against his skin as your rut and flex in his hand. “Mm, your cock is so pretty. Too bad it’s useless.”
You try to fuck into it, chase the feeling that has you wailing, writhing in your restraints and struggling to kick your legs. It’s too much, the squelching in your ears as Armin’s warm breath pans lower and lower down your chest, your abdomen, closer to your throbbing, needy dick. He sighs, open mouthed and breathy, watching your cock jump in retaliation— nearly out his hand. Nonetheless his grip tightens, pumping uppp and dooown, smearing precum until it covers your cock in a thin, shiny and tempting layer. You moan between your teeth, eyes glued on his skinny fingers milking you for all your worth.
“Feel good?” Armin grumbles against your thigh, voice hoarse as he stares down at your weeping cock. With a jumbled moan you nod frantically, toes curling as he twists his fist around your sensitive head and— fuck, you’re cumming. Your eyes roll back, body clenched as a thick rope—
“Aht. Whose cock is this?” Armin’s hand is quickly tightening around the base of your dick cutting off whatever orgasm you were about to feel, whatever ropes of cum that were supposed to spray across your thighs, your stomach, maybe your chin.
“Wh- wai’… waitwait..wha—” You’re stunned, stammering and stumbling over your words as your brain fails to connect the dots of what just happened.
“Answer me, boy,” And— oh. That’s his commander voice, the one he only ever uses in battle. A shiver runs down your spine as you reluctantly make eye contact with your boyfriend, his blue eyes suddenly gunmetal gray. Like a broken record, you whimper, shaking your head and babbling our apologies when, really, you have nothing to be sorry for. “Hush. Just answer the question.”
“S’yours, Ari,” You breathe, big thighs flexing against his hand. One more time, a little more confident you moan: “S’yours.”
“That’s right. That means you cum when I say,” When he pushes an impossibly long finger into your hole you’re done for, mewling as you flutter around him. Even with such a drastic size difference your hole is tight and grips him like a vice, swallowing his finger in and begging for more. His finger slides out slowly, a sharp contrast in the sudden smack straight to your winking hole. You jump, moaning high in your throat as your eyes flutter closed. “Fuck, just one finger stretching this pretty hole like it’s nothing. You want more, baby? Want more fingers in this greedy hole? Gonna cry on my cock all night so everyone knows how good you take it? How much of a slut you are for me? Say it.”
You bat your eyelashes, peering up at your handsome boyfriend through glazed eyes. He coos, if only for a moment, as he dips his other hand into your mouth and watches you suck on his fingers, no questions asked. His face drops a little, pink lips curling into a frown as he wipes his fingers off with the soft skin of your cheek. You’re usually such a good boy— such a good dog. You know better. You keen into the touch, pressing your cheek into his palm until he takes it away, just to smack you across the face with a cruel smile.
Your brain goes blank for just a second, a startled gasp leaving your pretty lips. He wants to squish your cheeks together, watch your face distort into dumb expression while you sit there and take it. Maybe your face will match your mind, empty and eager and broken as tears stream down your face. Armin’s eyes darken, heavy-lidded as he stares at you like he’s going to eat you alive.
“Oh, oh fuck, w-wan’ your cock, Ari’ please give it…give it to me, please,” You babble, as if his question has only just now registered in your brain. Then comes the flaring heat of skin where he’d smacked you, blooming in your cheek and making you whine. Armin tuts, tilting his head in feign innocence, a tuft of blond hair tucked behind his ear. “V’been so good, didn’t cum when you said not to. Been goo-”
“Mhm,” Armin hums, only half listening as he slowly pumps his other hand back up and down your cock, a sadistic grin slowly etching across his face the more you let out a stream of moans. You’re sensitive— almost too sensitive, your hips convulsing in different directions, your eyes squeezing shut, your body begging to cum. You can’t quite make out how his fingers look curling up inside you, long and thin but perfectly stroking that special spot that makes you see stars. “Gonna cum for me? Hm? This pretty cock gonna cum while I finger you? Slap you around a little?”
“Uh-huh, gonna cum.” You’re purring, helplessly rutting your hips until you feel your balls tightening, your abdomen spontaneously spawning and— Ooh! Armin’s index finger slides out of you, and his palm lands right on top, a hard smack straight to your fluttering hole. You're pliant and small like this, squealing into the air while the walls bounce the sound right back at you.
“Not yet.” He whispers into the skin of your inner thighs, placing a chaste kiss on top for safekeeping.
“Noo, no, I can’t,” You gasp, weakly struggling against your restraints in fruitless effort, continuously begging for both release and a chance to move on. You don’t really mean no, you’re conflicted, really— it feels too good, but you’re not sure how much more teasing you can take. “I cant.”
“You can,” The blond snickers, fingers massaging your puckered rim, the puffy skin gaping around his fingertips. You’re slick with a thin layer of precum and lube, shining under the fluorescent bedside lamp. “And you will. Know why? You’re my good little boy. You can take what I give you.”
Collecting yourself, you nod.
Armin beams. You’re certainly not little— not in comparison to him, not in comparison to anyone in the Survey Corps, not in comparison to your friends. But you’re his little boy. To smack around, to manhandle, to fuck into sweet, empty-headed submission. You’re his bitch. He thinks of how everyone else would react, if their jaws would drop at the sight of his guard dog dropping to his knees and presenting right in front of them, at the sight of his big boyfriend going braindead strictly for his dick.
“Just one more time. One more time while I split this pretty hole open on my cock. That’s not too bad, right sweetheart?” Armin whines this time, breathless as he’s quickly stripping himself of his clothes. His cock, pretty and long, curves to the upper right, with an angry pink tip that twitches as he presses it to your rim. You sob beneath him, your bigger body arching up to his touch. His cock is worked into your body inch by inch, his smaller hands spreading your cheeks apart to spread you further— like the slut you are.
He pushes into you deep, bottoming out with a high moan. Heat pools on your stomach, his cock punching your insides and kissing your prostate with each small movement he makes. Your moans are unintelligible, barely even English, as Armin’s blond hair drapes over your sweaty forehead. If you could, you’d wrap your arms around his neck, hold him close and kiss him drunk while his dick rearranges your guts.
“Gonna let me fill you up till you’re drippin’? God, I love this hole, love this ass,” You feel a sharp smack to your backside, your hips stuttering upward in retaliation. His cock slams dead-on into your prostate, your vision momentarily leaving your body as the air is punched from your lungs. “Right there? Fuck, you’re basically milking me.”
Armin nearly crumbles above you, your silky walls throbbing on his cock as his fist grips the sheets on his bed, his large eyes fluttering closed. He can’t exactly fall on you, not with the spreader bar between your bodies, but the thought of him collapsing because you feel that good makes you impossibly harder, “Fuuck, fuck me, ohh, God.”
That earns a genuine chuckle from your boyfriend, his back muscle rippling as he regains his composure and lifts your hips up, brushing your prostate with every twist and turn. He whispers sweet words into the air, something along the lines of good boy and perfect cocksleeve. You hiccup on your own sobs, choking on your words as his cock slams in and out, in and out, Armin’s own moans leaving his mouth. “Ohh, You take my cock so well. That slutty little hole just swallows me right up, sounds so sloppy n’ wet.”
“You’re like,” Armin laughs to himself, his teeth gritting as he sharply inhales, pressing himself deeper and deeper until all you can do is clench around him and take it. Fuck, you’re so full. It’s ironic, you’re so big, but your holes are tight and small, stretching around him perfectly. “You’re like the perfect flashlight. I should let the team pass you ‘round. Imagine that.”
You do, you imagine Armin’s long dick fucking you within an inch of your life while the rest of the Survey Corps watches, maybe they take turn using your holes, maybe Armin stops them from fucking you because that one is his. It’s embarrassing how much you like it, how warm it makes your face feel, how hard it makes your hole spasm around your boyfriend's cock.
“M’gonna cum, gonna cum, Armin. Please,” You can’t control your body now, your cock uncomfortably hard as he fucks into your pillowy body. In one foul swoop, the spreader bar is removed from your thighs, your legs instead wrapping around the blond’s smaller waist. “Lemme cum, wanna cum with you. Wanna feel you cum inside me. God, love you, love you s’much. Y’fuck me so good, fuck your cum ‘nto me, wanna be leaking—”
“God, you’re so easy. Damn whore…Christ,” Armin grunts. his hips stuttering into a choppy, inconsistent pace. The sound of his balls slapping against your ass is obscene, precum and lube frothing between your warm skin. Moving up to press hurried, frantic kisses to your lips, Armin cups your jaw gently, and mumbled a quiet C’mere. “Cum with me, puppy, give it to me.”
You give it to him, your all, as your thighs shake and your throat finally gives out, your voice hoarse and tired. You can feel him shoot deep inside you, thick, creamy ropes of cum pooling inside you and seeping out your puffy, used hole. Armin huffs, panting into your damp skin with a satisfied smile, watching as your cock spurts rope after rope across your chest, across your stomach, even on your chin.
You twitch uncontrollably, finally melting in your boyfriend's embrace as he pulls you close and places scattered kisses on your forehead, “Good boy.”
#₊˚⊹♡ 𝒻𝒶𝓃𝓉𝒶𝓈𝓎 𝒶𝒷𝑜𝓊𝓉 𝓎𝑜𝓊'𝓈 𝓁𝒾𝓀𝑒 𝒶 𝑔𝑜𝓁𝒹 𝓂𝒾𝓃𝑒#armin x y/n#armin x reader#armin x you#armin arlert x you#armin arlert x y/n#armin arlert x male reader#aot x male reader#armin x male reader#anime x reader#anime x you#anime x male reader#x male smut#armin smut#armin imagine#armin drabble#aot smut#armin arlet x reader#armin arlert smut#x male reader
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i’m having baby fever if you do something about armin and his newborn baby i’ll combust
a little bit of fluff to get Armin day started, I love it.
cw: mentions on pregnancy, dad! Armin, you have a baby girl, he’s still in the survey corp but its not sad, idk i dont have kids
Armin is used to the strict policies and rules of the military. He knows the chain of command like the back of his hand and know exactly what to do in case of emergencies.
Nothing prepared him for this though.
He read the parenting books, listened to all of the neighbors’ suggestions and advice to soothe you and the new baby when sleepless nights would become regular. When the crying would overwhelm the both of you and he aced the way he asks for you to take a break when he can see the frustration tears well up in your eyes.
He even learned how to knit and went overboard with the amount of hats he made once he found out you were both having a baby girl. He seriously had every color you could imagine.
When you told him you wanted a nursery you didn’t expect for Armin to stay up all night painting a room a soft pink and assembling the chair you picked out for when you would rock her. You admired the blankets he knitted for her neatly hanging in the closet.
He expected your fatigue through your pregnancy, went to every birthing class, and sat through every ultrasound with you. He knew that he was straight laced, everyone expected Armin to stay that way.
Armin who handles his newborn daughter like glass, who can’t keep his eyes off of her because she’s just so beautiful, so perfect. He can’t believe she’s part of him and you, who’s heart swells when he thinks about her growing up.
Armin thinks his daughter is beautifully chaotic.
From the moment Armin held her in her arms he knew he was doomed. A little girl that has him wrapped around her little, chubby finger. Who’s cries made him sob when he first got to hold her.
Straight laced Armin Arlert had met his match when his daughter never matched the sleeping schedule he read about or when she started crawling sooner than the what the neighbor had told him, or when she took her first steps chasing Connie and not when you were both trying to help her from one place to another.
His little girl with the mischievous smile who loved to make her daddy worry when she was running with the neighborhood children, getting scolded after for knocking down a fruit stand, who constantly gets “that’s that Arlert girl!” when vendors recognize her after getting into a fight for the second time that week. (She wins by the way).
His little girl who loves him and knows she can rely on her dad. Who will rescue her time and time again with nothing but grace, patience, and love. Who cannot scold her because it breaks his heart to see her upset with him.
Straight Laced Commander Armin Arlert who now embraces the happy chaos his daughter brings and only hopes the baby boy you’re carrying balances his sister out.
#sorry anon this sucks but i love this concept#my baby daddy#armin x y/n#armin x reader#armin arlert x reader#armin arlert x you#armin arlert drabble#armin arlert scenario#snk x you#snk x reader#snk x y/n#aot x you#aot x y/n#aot x reader#aot drabbles
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soft dom armin eating out his gf for as long as he wants
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ARMIN x fem!reader
Warnings; 🔞 MDNI, SMUT
A/N; oh my 🤤🤤 srry for taking literal ages on this, it got buried in the drafts and i wasn't very proud of it😭
"No squirming; stay in that position for me." he commands you softly.
He creeps closer as you subconsciously squirm away during your most intense high yet.
Armin just refuses to let up.
Even though his mouth is an absolute mess by now, with saliva and your juices decorating his lips, chin and cheeks. He keeps working his tongue on your sloppy pussyhole just to see you lose your mind.
"Armin!" you almost scream, reactively pulling his hair. Oh he loved that.
He sucks and laps at your clit, kissing it like he kisses you during your nastiest makeout sessions. All those nasty noises fill the room. Slurping, smacking, smooching.
He gasps for air and embarrasses you with a naughty smile.
"You're so messy, baby." he breathes. "I can feel my cheek is wet, isn't it? Is there some on my chin?"
"I'm s-so sorry."
"Don't say sorry." he looks up, his plush lips hovering over your swollen pussy. "I love it, baby. Now, I want you to show me how hard you can cum, okay?"
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MEET ME IN THE AFTERGLOW (armin arlert x reader)
inspired by afterglow - taylor swift (wc: 1,350+)
Fighting was something familiar to you, almost comforting, even.
Looking back now, it was naive of you to think that your relationship with Armin would be any different, anything less than making a dent in your usual thick armor—that it would change how your soul was handpicked from the most sour of fruits, created to be bitter and on guard at all times.
You and him were more different than you were alike. It’s what made you work so well, most of the time.
You’d often find yourself wondering about how two people could be like night and day, yet so drawn to one another—you suppose that’s how magnets worked. Something about the yin and yang of your souls danced so nicely together, complimenting one another’s faults and areas of expertise.
You’d wonder how two people, both carved of flesh and bone, could have so little in common when it came to fighting styles. Nature verse nurture, maybe. Armin’s ingrained instinct to heal, to help, to better. And your instinct to ruin, scream, and fight. It’s what you know—to defend and attack at even the slightest of doubts.
This argument was no different, though none of them were all that distinct once they got to be this bad. When your vision blurred with fury and your lips moved faster than your logic.
You’d let your thoughts get the better of you once again and were forced (by your own hand) to take them out on Armin. Senseless accusations were being thrown out left and right—you weren't even sure if you actually meant what you were saying, but you still said it, nonetheless. The fear of one of your delusions being right keeping you from biting your tongue.
Armin wouldn't say that he’s gotten used to this, but he knows you. And with knowing you comes knowing all parts of you—including the ugly parts you wish you could cover up with a bandaid and peel off like a scab once fully healed.
He knows what to expect. The locking him up and accusing him of a crime he wasn't guilty of. The pinning of his hands behind his back, rendering him unable to defend himself from your accusations and jumps to conclusions, however ridiculous they may be.
Fighting with him hurts you—it’s not that you enjoy it, or that it feels good, but it was a sick kind of comfort to you. Like the feeling of bile coming up your throat after being nauseous for hours, a sense of relief.
Anger was always there to rely on, one of the only constants in your life. Like boxing with no gloves, both parties are playing a losing game—it leaves your knuckles bloodied and bruised and your lover beaten by the one he trusts the most.
You found yourself constantly circling back to the self sabotage of ruining something good for you, because that way, it came from your own hand. Hurt before you get hurt. Eat or be eaten. Breaking what you love so much so it can’t break you.
A few hours after the tornado of your fury ruined the small space that is your shared apartment, you slowly crawl from your room and into the kitchen, where Armin sits at the table reading (or are his eyes just scanning the page, not absorbing the words or story?) You wonder how he feels, wishing you could read minds as you clear your raw and hoarse throat, making your presence known.
“Hey,” you whispered from the entryway, and Armin’s ears and eyes perk up like an abandoned dog at the sound of his owner’s small and defeated voice.
He says nothing, but he listens—or rather waits—for what you want to say. He’d wait centuries for you if it meant you taking your time, working through your internal battles to mean what you say. He doesn’t mind the wait; in fact, it gives him more time to admire you. Even teary eyed and conquered, still so beautiful.
“I’m sorry,” eventually falls from your lips as your eyes close in defeat, almost as if they're trying to shield you from the openness of the conversation.
“For what?” Armin inquires, and it’s not sarcastic. Not poking or prodding you to admit your wrong doings, say them aloud for all to hear. He’s genuinely curious as to why you're apologizing to him, and it makes your heart ache all the more.
“For being in my head all of the time,” you reply with a shaky breath.
The dots in Armin’s brain start to connect—start to weave their points into lines, lines into images, images that all resemble the ever-returning plague that is your anxiety. He wants to take it from you, rip it out of your brain and dispose of it. Hell, he’d even put it into his own if it meant it was out of yours, if him staying awake with constant fear meant you sleeping soundly next to him.
He sighs and approaches you softly, as if a wrong step could detonate the whole apartment complex, as he reassures, “It’s not your fault.”
“But it is,” you're quick to interrupt as the pressure inside of you builds, threatening to spill over any moment now.
The tears brimming your lashes are ones of anger—at yourself for being this way, at Armin for continuously dealing with you as gently as he does, at the world for making you break everything that you love so much.
“I don’t mean to—” you take a moment to (attempt to) collect yourself with a breath that’s not nearly deep enough “Be this way,” you vaguely gesture to yourself. Armin watches your fingers shake as they pick at the dry skin by your nail-beds.
His head slightly turns to the side as he internally questions what it is you mean, exactly. Always so patient, too patient for someone of your belligerent nature.
“To ruin everything,” you clarify. “I dont like ruining us. I dont want to lose you.”
The words feel like ignited gasoline being poured down your throat—they burn in an uncomfortable heat that faintly tastes of failure and loss. Armin reaches out to bring your frame into his, encompassing your worry and hatred into his own personal warmth. He feels his shirt dampen with your tears as he hears a tiny and mumbled, “I’m just so scared.”
And though Armin knows he’s done nothing wrong, a small part of him wants to be the one to apologize to you. For letting you hurt yourself like this, letting your thoughts bully you into actions that leave nothing but chaos and destruction. Logically, he knows he can only do so much, but he wishes he could defy the laws of logic to get you to stop crying in his arms.
He kisses the top of your head and hopes you absorb his words into your skin like a plant does sunlight.
“Love is worth fighting for,” he assures, “Even if it’s yourself that you end up fighting.”
Your muffled and rushed I’m sorry I’m sorry I’m sorry’s feel like stones gaining weight and pressure on Armin’s chest, making it more difficult to breathe with each one uttered. There’s nothing to apologize for, he aches to tell you. I choose your good and your bad.
He can’t bring himself to bare his soul fully, not when your crumbling in his arms like a dampened service flyer left outside to wither and rot in a spring’s storm.
So he settles for his hand rubbing circles that feel like home onto your back as he whispers soft promises of “I’m still yours, I’m always going to be.”
He pulls your face from his chest, all teary and snotty, and he kisses your lips as if you were made of glass. So delicately, like he’s scared you’ll crack under the gentle weight of his fingertips. His words feel like a promise, like something unbreakable—contrasting your sharp edges with his smooth sound of his voice.
“We’re okay, I love you.”
For a moment, in the midst of all of the self-sabotaging, overreacting, and misunderstanding, Armin’s arms cradling your head and his whispers engulfing your eardrums feels like enough—it makes you feel like enough, for now.
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pt. 2
loser!armin who thinks he doesn’t have a chance with you so he admires you from a distance :(
loser!armin who gets drunk at a party and starts dancing with you. Grabbing your hips and moving them against his
loser!armin who gets hard after you start grinding on him a little too close. He gets all embarrassed and red faced apologizing. But he’s just so cute with his little glasses how could you be mad. Instead you offer to go somewhere else
Sitting him down you offer him his first blow job and the sight of you between his legs offering and squeezing this thighs makes him cum his pants :( Once you finally get him into your mouth he starts whining all cute and softly grabbing your hair
loser!armin who’s glasses fog up when he starts getting close begging you to keep going
loser!armin who says thank you after head and offers to take you out, what a gentlemen
#i can say he’s a loser with glasses cause i’m a loser with glasses#armin x reader#armin drabble#armin attack on titan#armin smut#armin arlet smut#armin arlert
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hershey kisses • armin artlert
armin gives his special girl an orgasm like she’s never had..
content warning + themes: nipple play, p!rn without plot, nipple orgasm, queer bestie armin bc I love him sm, black fem reader, creaming, reader is ovulating, clit rubbing, squirting, ear nibbling, armin being a soft dom (and so hot), back kissing/licking, use of pretty girl, sweetheart and mama
📝: I couldn’t stop thinking about armin + him being a pleasure dom and just caring for his bestie. Like I’m sitting here melting 🥹🥹
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“Here, open your legs, baby..I promise, you’ll like it.”
“Are you sure, Armie? I don’t know about thisss..”
words emitted with a whiny laugh as you sat between the legs of your best friend. Back pressed to his chest and his leaning against your Victorian style headboard..painted in off white, cream coloring and lined with pastel pink pillows and stuffed animals. His tattoos and metal nipple piercings grazing your gorgeous skin. Honestly, he couldn’t believe that the two of you were actually here again…touching all over one another when all it did was lead to more trouble. Even so, you guys always ended up like this: hot, bothered and naked, making out and fucking after coming from a night out at the club or a long week of work. Over the past few months, since the inception of this little entanglement, you and Armin had learned a lot about each other. He had discovered that he leaned more towards being pansexual, rather than outright gay. He felt far more comfortable embracing fluidity in his sexuality and you?
“Relax, sweetheart. Have I ever led you wrong? I mean, you said it yourself that nobody makes you feel the way I can.” cooing to you with gentle kisses trailing along your neck..gentle hands grazing your bare shoulder blades as you had just left the shower..feeling refreshed and warm. Wrapped up in nothing more than a towel that he so delicately removed from your frame..he could sit there and admire you for hours without growing tired.
“You smell so good..and your skin, it’s so soft. You been using my stuff again?” Referring to the peach scented body cream he kept alongside his countless other skin care products he kept in his bathroom. But he didn’t mind. You wore it so much better than him anyways..including the shimmery butter that made your cocoa complexion glistening underneath the pale LED lighting. Besides, you could get away with anything when you smiled at him like that. “And if I was?..” retorting with a soft giggle before turning to kiss him. Your lips met a gentle peck, letting your tongues collide in a passionate barrage of kisses. As you made out, Armin slowly began to snake his arms around to your front. Those big, supple breasts cradled in his veiny hands; perfectly manicured and neat, decorated with silver rings. Suddenly, your breath would hitch in the back of your throat. Those sensitive nipples getting pinched by his fingertips and massages delicately.
“Then I guess I’ll just have to do this..”
what exactly that was? You weren’t sure yet but you’d know soon enough. The friction between your buds and his pads pressing together..rubbing slowly to create and drum up tingling sensations. In your toes, your entire body and especially that core. Dripping with only a few subtle touches so far and this was only the beginning. As your eyes began to flutter, Armin would instruct you to keep them open and strictly on them; twisting your head around whilst he played with your nipples. Tracing slow circles around the areolae before bringing those fingers back up to your quivering mouth to slick with saliva.
“There we go, pretty girl. Open up f’r me..” his higher pitched tone, one some would consider feminine rang out in your ear. He didn’t even have to look and yet he knew your body better than any man you’d ever let touch you prior. He could always sense when you were ovulating and in need of a good session. One that satisfied you mind, body and spirit. Anything to avoid some loser who didn’t deserve to be in your presence, less known getting some pussy get the best of you. Sure, he could fuck you senseless. Bend you over and make you chomp down on your plushies or a nearby pillow. Or even fold your legs up to the headboard and give you deep strokes while your vibrator went crazy but that wouldn’t do. He wanted you to experience a different type of pleasure. One that would have you addicted once you became used to the feeling. Between your trembling thighs lied that little sweet spot..quivering and spasming on nothing more than air. Cream leaking from that freshly shaved cunt as he continued to tease your most sensitive of pressure points. Nibbling on your ear, kissing on your neck and leaving soothing pecks all along your shoulder blade and back.
“Arminnnn…oh my..fuck—“
“Look at you…so cute like this. I swear, it makes me wanna keep playing with you all night.”
when he first told you that an orgasm by merely having your nipples played with was possible, you stared at him as if he were absolutely crazy. You didn’t think such a thing could ever happen and yet, here you were…about to climax and he hadn’t even so much as touched your clit yet! Gasping for air, (y/n) became undone right there in his firm grasp. Armin’s legs coiling you to keep you in place. “Shh..it’s okay, sweetheart. Just breathe with me, okay? I know it feels good and you wanna come so bad…but just hold on.” Those subtle kisses doing little to quell you but when he spoke to you so carefully and delicately, you had no choice but to listen. Faint traces of drool seeped from between your lips as he kept rubbing. Going counterclockwise, twisting in all sorts of directions before clamping down yet again. You’d try to wiggle around, even rut yourself against a nearby pillow to get off but alas, that was useless. He’d pop your leg and command you to stay still..
“No cheating…just let me get you there..” “okay, okay!..please, I just wanna come..”
and soon, your tireless groveling and pleas would pay off. Because alas, he’d let those lengthy fingers glide down your belly and to that fat little pussy, where he spread those lips apart and rubbed that little clit for just a moment. But it was abundantly clear you were far more stimulated than expected. With only a few seconds of gentle massaging, you were flooding the sheets, squirting all over his hands and the bed. So bashful of such a reaction but it was exactly what he wanted to see!
“Aww, good job, baby..you came so hard..” watching you writhe and cry out in pure bliss and ecstasy. There was no way that a little nipple rubbing garnered such a reaction but you’d never question his again! Allowing you to ride out your climatic high, Armin spun you around once more before kissing you. “That feel good, mama? Did you like that?” Questioning with that sweet yet nasally tone, cooing to you like a baby. And you nodded, still dazed with a fucked out expression. Bopping your nose, Armin placed a kiss to your forehead as you lie in his arms.
“I told you, you gotta trust me more often. I’ll do whatever it takes to please you.”
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thinking about armin who prefers to listen to you talk all day. sweet, quiet armin, charming in his own, inobtrusive way, his eye always trained on his beloved, busy or not. he enjoys listening to you; more than that - he adores it, the way you could spend hours talking about all the things that cross your mind, and the generous way in which you allow him into that corner of your mind with this gentle, sheer abandon. he listens, always, night or day, interest piqued and curiosity insatiable, and even if it takes you hours, when you are finished, he always, without a hitch, finds himself hoping you would tell him just one more thought.
sweet, ever-present armin, who wilfully shelves each thing you tell him into his mind, each category sifted through with a precise gentleness. armin, who mentions the things you have told him, or reminds you of the things even you had forgotten; smiling so bashfully, cheeks pink, each time you would look at him in surprise at his own reminders. diligent, loving armin who writes down reminders for you of the things you've told him, little notes scattered across the apartment the two of you share, always signed with his name, always written in the careful swirl of his hand.
sweet armin who simply adores you, who begs the universe to just stay by your side forevermore, who soaks up each word you share with him; sweet armin who considers it a privilege not just to listen to your every thought, but to be yours, too.
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#armin arlert#armin fanfiction#armin fluff#aot fanfiction#aot headcanons#armin aot#armin x reader#armin x you#attack on titan x reader#attack on titan x you#attack on titan#shingeki no kyojin#snk#aot#aot fluff#armin x y/n#armin headcanons#my writing#so maybe this is a lil silly#but can you blame a girl for posting daydreaming drabbles
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