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LETHAL, ARMIN ARLERT. PT1

⚠️ warning for nsfw, foul

language up ahead! armin x female

reader, lowercase intended! enjoy!

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armin arlert found himself cursing the universe for spending his friday night alone like this.

he had no idea what he was going to do this evening, cerulean gaze scrolling through the contacts on his phone. with his friends occupied in plans or their hectic work schedules, he couldn’t think of anyone that would willingly spend time with him at this very moment.

he came across a lovey-dovey picture of himself and his first girlfriend, annie lockheart. sure compared to his other relationships, she’d been his first everything— his first love, his first kiss, his first time. and that only went down the drain when she gathered up the courage to come out to him about her sexuality.

other relationships he had were moments of his sexual frustrations, something to make himself feel as if he were on the top of the world. nothing like suffocating on the heat between a woman’s legs could ever beat whatever he was doing tonight, drowning in some kind of nostalgia to get himself going.

the last relationship he found himself in was with someone in his literature class, (y/n). your heart-shaped lips and messy curls framing your face was something he found quite memorable.

or the way he’d tangle your tresses around his fingers in the middle of a heated moment, lewd noises playing some kind of erotic musical for the two of you to hear for only yourselves.

unfortunately, the two of you had gotten into an argument that eventually fell into a breakup or break, with his cerulean glare fixated on your contact and the many texts he sent in an attempt to get you back. you had blocked him on all socials, leaving him to question what was your relationship right now. and reminiscing about your relationship with the pictures he had hidden wasn’t making him feel better.

not until he found a picture of your half–naked body pressed up against a taller latter with a grin spread across your glossy lips. judging from the sandy brown locks down their neck, he could only deduce that this was either a stranger or none other than jean kirstein, another close friend of his.

or possibly another long–faced brunette who was that tall.

his roommate, eren, had sent him that pictures hours ago with a simple question mark in response, while the blonde was simply left alone with irritation and betrayal of some sort. because how were the two of you to make up your ravenous and passionate relationship whilst you were smiling in the picture like that.

and hell, he found himself feeling tighter and tighter in his sweats the more his mind wandered. the shape of your breasts, the mischievous glint in your eyes, the way you pressed up against this tall stranger— the more he imagined it, his breathing grew heavier and his hand trailed down to his waistband.

he felt like one sick bastard for finding himself so turned on at the thought of his friend blowing your back out, with your grip on the sheets and the cries you’d make when you were chasing your climax. not to mention the pleading and tears rolling down your cheeks at the overstimulation he left upon your naked body.

his palm slid past the hem of his boxers and sweats, slowly beginning to stroke away at his hardened length, cerulean hues growing half–lidded with every movement. his mind felt as if the more he thought about you in such a manner , he’d go delirious. like some kind of filthy slut with thoughts that could go on and on for an eternity if he felt like it.

all because of a simple picture. maybe he was a filthy slut after all.

he quickly got up from his position on his bed, tossing his phone down on his sheets before pushing down at his undergarments, leaking cock springing free for his pleasure. his cheeks felt so flushed and warm, wrapping his palm around his length before continue to jerk off to the half-naked picture of you, angling it so that he was on his knees and his phone was underneath him.

like the picture of you was continuing to tell him to go on and masturbate like there was no tomorrow.

“fuck.. a–ah.. (y/n)..” his head fell back, quickening up his pace before his thumb trailed over the head, precum painting his knuckles before his half-lidded gaze glared in the direction. “you like that? you like being a fuckin’ tease?” he rasped out, lewd noises increasing in volume along with his pace. at this point he was chasing after his orgasm at full speed, hips moving with every stroke.

the moment he reached felt on the brink of an orgasm, his hips stuttered and his hands quickly came in contact with his phone only for strings of white to paint the screen moments later. moans tumbled from his lips, cheeks still flushed scarlet while he rode out his climax, knuckles coated in his cum and his breathing shaky and heavy.

masturbating furiously was one thing— getting you back was the next part of his extravagant plan.

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i’m gonna be real shameless for a second: i want jean to eat me out so badly, it’s not even healthy at this point, i just know his head game is on point

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MAKING OUT WITH 𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐈𝐄 𝐋𝐄𝐎𝐍𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐓.

warning! ⚠️ slight nsfw might be in place,

Kisses with Annie are mostly unpredictable—she isn’t the one to come to you first for kisses or even affection at times. In the times that she does, she enjoys leaning against your side for comfort or playing with your fingers in silence.

A 𝐬𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐫 for forehead kisses or soft kisses against the back of her hand, but will never vocally admit it just for the sake of her composure. Her cheeks get all pink when you lean in to press an actual kiss to her lips and she’ll grumble about why you didn’t warn her before. But she most definitely looks forward to those kinds of ‘surprise attack’ kisses.

Not normally the one to initiate make–out sessions, it all could play out on the way she feels. It’s up to her advantage due to the fact that she is hard to read at times, so when the two of you are in the midst of a kiss, she can make it as passionate and sloppy as she pleases and then pull away to do whatever.

Makes the softest noises when you slide your hands down her frame, has her easing into your touch and makes it a possibility for even more than just kissing. Mostly keeps her arms around your shoulders or resting atop your chest, never admits that she enjoys being within your proximity and accepts it as it is.

Rarely a lap–sitter ( it takes a lot of persuading to get her to do it anyways 😄 ) and will initiate the first move. The moment that you call her out for her reddened cheeks or tentative touches, she’ll either freeze up or shoot a retort back your way about how she’d do this with someone else if she could.

Lazy make–out sessions>>. Something like after a long mission outside the walls and some alone time finds the two of you not indulging in something passionate or heated. But more like something to fall asleep to if that makes sense. (?)

The moment that the two of you pull away and you meet her gaze, she’d probably get embarrassed and push you away to keep up with her facade for the better. But she will come back to your affection and kisses as she pleases.