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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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jeankirsteinsgrlfrnd · 1 month

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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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missmeinyourbones · 9 months

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for your midnights event could you “to hide that would be so dishonest” with armin?

TO HIDE THAT WOULD BE SO DISHONEST (a. arlert)

a/n: DRUNK ARMIN DRUNK ARMIN PATHETIC DRUNK ARMIN! secret relationship, loser core, non canon au

L’s MIDNIGHTS EVENT!

Armin isn't stupid—in fact, he's borderline brilliant. So you're forced to blame it on the alcohol when he's playing dumb and you're finally able to slip away from the stifling crowd, pulling him into a private room of the messy house party to finally breathe.

As if it’s his own (it’s not), he plops on the bed with ease, empty eyes gazing up at you to see why he's been dragged away from the fun.

Your glare says it all and still, Armin actively chooses to feign innocence as he shakes his head and asks.

"What?"

"..."

"Come on, please don't look at me like that."

"..."

"I'm... sorry?"

The question mark at the end of his words is what breaks you, and with an exasperated groan, you reveal all of your cards.

"You said we'd lay low."

He sways his legs a bit as he sighs, sticking his empty hand in his pocket. He uses the other hand to bring his cup to his lips when he shrugs, "Truthfully, I kinda consider what happened 'laying low' given the circumstances."

He physically feels your gaze harden on him, something he didn't even know was possible, when you squint and hiss. "You kissing me in front of all of our friends who don't know we're dating is not 'laying low,' Armin."

You swear you see him smirk, but your boyfriend smoothly plays it off by biting his cheek and shrugging once more.

"Maybe we just have different definitions, then."

You huff and close your eyes, head slightly tilting backward to gather your ramped thoughts before you mumble.

"What happened to us waiting to tell them, huh?"

Armin rises from the stranger's bed and scratches the back of his head, "I don't know, I just—”

He struggles with his words, like a child stuttering to explain his big feelings, before he settles on a whiny, "I love you, and that's not a bad thing, right?"

You shake your head, voice getting softer, "Of course it's not."

"Well, hiding it feels wrong," he declares, crossing his arms like his opinion is solidified. "It's like—like I'm lying to everyone."

You soften, removing the half empty red solo cup from his loose grasp and placing it on the nightstand of whoever’s room your in right now.

In the dim light of the bedroom compared to the strobing reds and blues of the party, you're actually able to see Armin for one of the first times tonight. His eyes are delicate, a bit shaky as they carefully cling to your every move, like you'd single-handledly hung the stars in the sky.

And while he's pathetically drunk and in the wrong no matter the way you swing it, he's yours all the same.

"It's not lying, you're just not screaming your love for me from the rooftops," you remind him in a gentle tone, pulling his lanky arm towards you. He silently thanks you for the touch by immediately slouching his weight against you and melting onto your shoulder.

"That feels like lying to me," he mumbles against the fabric of your sweater, "and a violation of my freedom of speech."

You can't help but shake your head and smile, "You're just a little drunk and dramatic right now."

"Are you mad?"

"No," you sigh softly, fingers finding the hair by his neck as you scratch the skin gently. "It's okay, just wish we were on the same page before you stuck your tongue down my throat."

A tiny, "M'sorry," is felt against your skin.

You tug lightly on his hair, prompting him to look up at you.

"Don't be. We can talk about it more in the morning when you're disgustingly hungover, okay?"

"Okay," he immediately agrees, like a child being promised the world and then some, "love you."

"I love you too."

Armin straightens his back, taking a deep inhale and shaking out his arms a bit. You smile when you hand his drink back to him, and while he accepts it, he carefully holds it up to your mouth first. You take a sip of the sugary cocktail with god knows how much alcohol poured into it, -and it tastes sweet on your tongue—a lot like how Armin did just a few minutes ago.

"Maybe no one even noticed. I mean—did you see Connie?" Armin finds his footing, convincing you that's he's a bit more sober now.

Gently grabbing your hand and making his way to the door, he continues, "He can barely open his eyes right now, let alone form a cohesive thought."

Your nose crinkles in amusement, "Can he normally form one?"

Armin blushes and pulls you along with him, "You'd be surprised."

#L’s MIDNIGHTS EVENT!#armin x reader #armin arlert x reader #armin x you #armin arlert x you #armin fic #armin arlert fic #armin fluff #armin angst #armin arlert fluff #armin arlert angst

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crisalidaseason · 5 months

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The delirium of life

I don't know what this is. It might not make sense and I am okay with that. Also, might flop but I don't care because I project my depression on armin :)

Summary: In which Armin reflects on life choices and interferences

Content warning: angst, armin centered, bitter thoughts, discussion over life choices, talks of delusional freedom, mentions of suicide, mentions of death, suicidal thoughts, political persecution, weaponized people, set in canonverse, spoilers from the entire manga.

"Everyone is entitled to their lives"

A sentence Armin had heard his grandfather say a few times.

The first time being a very early memory, in a time when Armin was barely learning how to read, knowing just enough to understand that engraved in the stone were his parents names and dates of birth.

The second time he heard them, Armin had told the old man about the survey corps returning with more bodies than soldiers. He had uttered the same words when Armin questioned why the Survey Corps chose a path that would kill them.

The last time he heard, his grandfather was the subject of said sentence. He had given Armin his hat, given him a familiar smile, given him a last goodbye.

When he was alone in this world, those words were his only comfort. Living his difficult life trying his hardest to pick the best choices, to be entitled to his own living as best as he could. Armin had to try, for all of his family that were never able to choose without interference. It worked for the most time, it built him some confidence, a sense of fullfillment.

The first break in his resolve came in the noise of a bullet.

As the woman laid dead on the carriage, the killer gun in his hand. Armin was horrified.

He had taken someone's life. He had interfered.

Even if rationally he could understand it was either her or Jean, who was a friend and comrade of his, there was a small part of Armin's mind that reverberated in his grandfather's voice.

"Everyone is entitled to their lives"

As he puked bile on the floor, the image of the dead woma's head split in multiple places, he concluded the nauseating thought that there was no chances of living life without crossing someone's path. For him to be on control of his life, somebody could lose theirs.

As much as he disliked this idea, he could not stop. He could not allow the government to simply destroy what he was building, robb him of his life and the lives of his comrades, robb humanity of the survey corps and all their efforts.

Armin was entitled to his life, but now knowing well that there was no chance of never interfering with others. It was a price to pay, he supposed. At the same time, Armin swore he would not let anyone steal his choices like he did that woman, he could not let that happen. The fate of his parents and grandfather could not be his.

He would only leave this world under his conditions only.

And he did, as he felt the imense pain of skin being scorched off, smoke invading his nose. He chose. It was all under his control, for the puprose he saw fit.

Armin thought he was entitled to his life. Until he was not.

"Armin" the familiar loud voice of a man was distant, muffled.

The blonde could not open his eyes, struggling to remember what happened. He could only feel warmth, almost too much to deal with.

"Armin" another voice, the familiar tune of Mikasa, but with a contrasting desperation, as if she was on the verge of tears.

Once he woke up, a bitter taste settled on his mouth. As Eren embraced him tightly and Mikasa cried nearby, he understood. As he noticed wide and angry eyes on him, he understood. As he saw the destroyed body of the commander, the empty box of titan serum...Bertholdt's missing body.

He understood that he was denied power over his life. Armin's life was not his anymore.

"Everyone is entitled to their lives" his grandfather's voice would ring through Amrin's skull with every transformation. Every. Cursed. Transformation. As pieces of metal and wood flew everywhere, alongside body parts and blood, the sentence burned against his ears. Repeating with every destroyed ship.

Armin was taking power from others. Their lives were not theirs anymore. And his life also was not his to control. It was the demon's life, the god of destruction. It was the Survey corps' life, their body.

Armin was not his own anymore. Nor were his choices. He could spend insomniac nights justifying his actions, trying to ease his disturbed mind.

"They are enemies"

"They would destroy me without a second thought"

"They would hurt my home"

None of Armin's words were louder than his grandfather's. He kept listening to that painful sentence every single time, non-stop, forever haunting. What was the point in existing if all he became was a marionette?

He needed to leave this world, leave that demon titan behind, be finally blessed with the flames of his sins.

And he was ready. Connie's mother was right there, titan mouth ajar, ready to free him from everything. He almost smiled at the welcoming teeth, besides the understandable fear of being so near death again. He could almost feel the spark of power return to his body, his last choice, his last decision. It would be his. Until it was not his choice again. Until he was saved. The control that so happily bursted in his heart desintegrated as Connie lowered him to the ground.

He had lost choice once more.

"He is entitled to his life, his decisions" he would say as Eren became more distant, the acid-like words of the burnnete eating away at Armin's heart.

He hated to admit, but he wanted nothing but revoke Eren's power of choice. Eren was making a mistake, and Armin wanted nothing more than stop him from doing so. An eye for an eye, he supposed, since Eren had taken death from his burnt hands.

But Armin failed. Eren held his decisions to the end, even if it was distorted and twisted.

As the loud thunder of steps echoed through Armin's homeland and the colossals began their journey of murder, the blond could only watch in shock. Inside his tangled mind, only one thread of thought remained neat.

"Everyone is entitled to their lives"

No. Nobody is. His grandfather was wrong. Nobody in the world has power over their lives. Every choice they make in life can be destroyed in a matter of seconds by someone else.

Armin was about to destroy Eren's.

#Armin arlert fic #armin arlert #armin character study #eren jaeger #eren #eren x armin #because i always like to write them as lovers in my stories

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vanillabeams · 4 months

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nerdy armin! x reader!

warning!: smut, teasing, flirting, cursing

nerdy armin! who thought you were the most gorgeous girl he has ever laid eyes on and was totally out of his league that’s why he was so shocked when you asked him a question about your school work because who would ever wanna talk to him?

nerdy armin! who can’t even make eye contact with you for a split second whenever you asked him a question once in a while without his face turning beat red

nerdy armin! who, when your leg accidentally grazed over his own he felt his “armin jr” twitch at the feeling of your soft skin touching his

nerdy armin! who gets surprised when you asked him why he never looks you in the eye, his head hangs low and he srugs his shoulders not giving you an actual answer

nerdy armin! who is now helping you with your homework after school in a library

nerdy armin! who still can’t look you in the eyes properly after a while of helping you with work after school

nerdy armin! who bites his lip so hard nearly draws blood from his lower lip when you grab his chin forcing him to look into your pretty brown eyes complimenting his “ i wanna see your pretty blues so much more..” you whisper into his ear.

nerdy armin! who loves your late night phone call rambles that are suppose to be about school work but ends up turning into a gossip session

nerdy armin! who sits on the other side of the phone not saying a damn thing because he just loves listening to your sweet voice

nerdy armin! who is laid out on his bed with only boxers and socks on with his hand in his boxers cupping his balls from the sound of your voice

nerdy armin! who keeps on replying with a shaky “yes” whenever you ask him if he is still on the other end of the phone

nerdy armin! who is now teasing his now sensitive pink tip and almost so close to release

nerdy armin! who moaned slightly too loud nutting all over his hands and phone

nerdy armin! who quickly hangs up the phone when you ask him “ armin are you getting off to-”he was never going to admit to you or let the words fall out of your lips that he was actually getting off to you, he is just too scared of what you’ll think of him.

#i hoped you guys liked my first fic!#first post #first fic #armin x reader #armin arlert #armin aot #armin smut #i love nerds #nerds #attack on titan #attck on titan #❤️#sageee

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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.

#armin x reader #aot x reader #armin smut #armin arlert x reader #armin fic #aot smut #armin arlert smut #tw breeding kink #tw degradation #tw daddy kink #tw mommy kink #tw dacryphilia #tw bimbofication

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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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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

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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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dvrkfverie · 1 month

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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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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).

#cl thoughts #it not being reciprocal in fics is a peeve of mine #like Armin is fucked up too #both are mentally ill in similar ways #frustration at their lack of usefulness resulting in a willingness to sacrifice themselves #erearu #eremin #eren jaeger #armin arlert #armin #eren yeager #aot #snk #attack on titan #shingeki no kyojin #eremin analysis #armin analysis #eren analysis #aot screencaps

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jeankirsteinsgrlfrnd · 3 months

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NSFW Request:

I’d love to see Trans fem reader finally letting her boyfriend Armin touch her down there after feeling so insecure about it for ages!

pairing: armin arlert x transfem!reader

word count: 1.2k+

tw: body dysmorphia, insecurity, mention of sex, sliiight dirty talk, kissing, sort of smutty??

a/n: im not transgender myself and have not gone through any experiences you might have, so i tried my best to craft this as beautifully and thoughtfully as i could. this fic is mainly very sweet, lots of fluff from armin. please, please let me know if you like it!

18+ | MDNI | NSFW

armin was the best boyfriend you could have asked for, truly. he had the kindest soul you’d ever known and a certain type of patience you couldn’t quite grasp. no one had ever been this gentle with you or been so understanding. armin was a god-send, crafted meticulously by angels themselves.

you were proud of who you were. you felt no shame in being transgender and neither did armin. he was never embarrassed to be your partner; he was only ever infatuated with you and your femininity. he adored you from head to toe and he begged you to let him show you just how much. despite being mostly comfortable with yourself, there were still some lingering insecurities that couldn’t just be washed off at the end of a long day. you were just a girl, after all.

armin wasn’t pushy when it came to sex but you could tell just how bad he wanted you. it made you feel guilty. you wanted to be able to do this for him, to strip down naked, baring your body and soul for him to see. it was just hard. incessant worries flooded your brain every time you thought about the topic. would he still love me? what if he changes his mind?

the day you decided to show armin all of you was a day you’d never forget, even if you had tried to. the way he was unflinching at your naked body, eyes filled with lust and love, was still burned sharply in your mind to this day.

the day you took that next step was a lazy one. it was pouring rain and armin was off from work for the day. you two spent the day together, reveling in the company of one another from the safety of your couch. your legs were draped over his and you let out a sigh. it was blissful here in your own private slice of heaven. the sound of your exhale drew the attention of your lover.

“hmm, what is it?” armin asked, peeling his eyes away from whatever romcom was on the television and turned to face you. he squeezed your calf lovingly. the simple gesture was enough to let you know he was listening and that he was here.

“i’m just happy to spend the day with you.” you admitted, a slight smile tugging at the corner of your lips.

“i’ve never been so happy for a rainy day, either.” he softly smiled, his voice calm and sweet. armin was truly beautiful. the way his blond hair was just slightly a mess…it was captivating to look at. you found yourself falling into silence as you studied your boyfriend, the pitter patter of rain in the background. “what’s wrong, baby?” he questioned, hints of concern emerging through his voice.

“nothing,” you sighed and turned back to the movie. “nothing at all.”

“(y/n.)” armin’s voice changed from concern to a certain kind of demand. it was enough to make you turn back around to face him. “what’s bothering you?”

“i want you, armin.” you looked out at the window, afraid of making eye contact.

“you have me. i’m right here.” he raised an eyebrow, unsure of just what you were trying to get across.

“no, armin. i want you.” you repeated, your voice quieter the second time around. feelings of anxiety you’d tried to push away were now bubbling violently in the pit of your stomach, begging to be heard. you swallowed loudly.

armin’s face fell and it became too silent for your liking. the way he was looking at you now, you felt like you were already naked. you crossed your arms over your chest because you felt entirely too visible for your own liking. “you do?” he asked, voice just above a whisper. there was a twinge of excitement dripping from each word. he had been patient with you, understanding your hesitation of taking it another step farther. he was never able to ease your nerves, no matter how much he reassured you that it wouldn’t change anything and that he’d still love you, perhaps more if that was even possible. so, hearing those words from your mouth was a dream to him.

you nodded, biting your lip. questions raced through your mind so loud, so furiously that you almost didn’t hear what armin said next.

“you’re sure?” it was a question, tumbling out a little forceful. armin couldn’t mask his eagerness to feel you, to have you. nodding was the only thing you could do. he shook his head. “i need you to say it for me.” his eyes, blue and serious, were unshifting.

“i’m ready, armin.”

“if you want me to stop, you tell me to stop, alright?”

“okay.”

as armin positioned himself just over you, some of the anxiety turned into butterflies. his lips were against your neck now, soft, leaving little trails of kisses. “thank you,” his breath was hot against the side of your neck. “i’m going to make you feel good, okay?” armin’s voice was gentle and his hands were just the same, cruising along your curves. soft moans came from your mouth as he nibbled the sweet spot on your neck.

“armin.” your voice was hushed. he mumbled a ‘hmm?’ into your neck, hands sliding under your shirt. “i love you.” it was true, you loved him. and your love was enough to mask the deep rooted fears that once tore apart your brain.

armin pulled away from your neck, his face now inches from yours. he leaned in slowly and gently pressed his sweet, pink lips to yours. “and i love you.” he murmured, going in for yet another. his hands wandered down away from your chest to your waistband. you could feel his fingers teasing you. “do you want me to touch you?” he asked, the same gentleness still there, now just with a hint of hunger.

“please.” you didn’t need to say anything more. armin left another tender kiss as a response. he sat back as his fingers fumbled with the button of your pants. you couldn’t take your eyes off of him. you raised your hips, allowing him to slide your pants down. left in your underwear, you felt vulnerable. part of you wanted to squeeze your legs shut and curl into a ball, shielding yourself from his prying eyes. then, you felt one hand on your hip and another pressing against the front of your laced underwear. swallowing, you looked up at armin with wide eyes. his face didn’t change, waiting for you to say something, to encourage him or stop him.

“tell me to stop, (y/n.) tell me if you don’t want this.” his voice was husky. you could see he didn’t want you to turn him away, the lust in his eyes all to prevalent. there was an insatiable hunger.

“touch me, armin.” you pleaded, words dripping with anticipation. his hands were warm against your skin, soft and making goosebumps appear on your stomach. you knew you had made the right decision in giving yourself to armin from the way he was touching you. the carefulness, the hesitation in his hands. he wanted to devour you whole but he was restraining, just for his poor, sweet, girlfriend.

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missmeinyourbones · 2 years

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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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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 💗

WORDCOUNT ≈ 1.7k

🍒 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.

#♥️ 𝐀𝐑𝐌𝐈𝐍 — アルミン #fluff #armin #armin arlert #armin x reader #armin arlert x reader #armin x y/n #armin x you #armin fluff #prompts #armin aot #shingeki no kyojin #fic #fanfic #aot fanfic #aot x reader #armin x fem reader

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amywritesthings · 4 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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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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