#armin arlet x you

[jjkeremika]

perverted thoughts

pussy eaters (eren, levi, reiner, armin)

AoT men that desperately want to remember what you taste like.

eren jaeger

eren was an absolute whiner. he’s very vocal about how it’s practically a punishment, not letting him lick and taste you every day. it’s the first thing he asked for in the morning, running his long veiny fingers up and down the soft skin of your thighs as his pleading eyes settle just below your belly button, his lips parting and jaw locking as he intensely eyes the one spot of your body.

the pout lived on his face as his bottom lip jutted out and he rounded his eyes. the same begging expression he wore every other morning, when he pleaded for an energizing taste, when he argued that you just couldn’t look and smell the way you did and expect him not to want to lick you raw.

but that was the problem. eren always got too carried away. he’d wrap your thighs around his neck and dig his sharp fingernails into the skin to plant them solid, and he’d hastily lick and suckle and bite for as long as he wanted, until you were red and sore and the area was overstimulating and you were desperately scrambling away and eren’s large hands were dangerously pulling you back.

he was demanding, but more needy, practically getting on his knees and setting his nose just above your clit so he can smell you as he begs to have you, his hands starting to claw at your thighs as you push his face away. “fucking hell, baby,” he’d haughtily sigh, a high-pitched whine gurgling from the depths of his lungs, “s’not fucking fair, you know.”

eren would capture you between his chest and the walls, hold you still by your wrists over your head as his lips would ever so closely hover over your skin. “c’mon, baby, please, i never ask,” he’d lie through drooling teeth, his fingers caressing at the skin between your shirt and pants, “just one fucking taste, that’s all, i swear.”

levi ackerman

the light sweat and scorching heat felt like a spotlight directly on his back. felt like everyone watching as levi stared at the wet spot on the sheets, as he thought about the way liquid poured around his fingers and right out of you this morning like an aggressively leaky faucet.

each time levi stuffed his fingers inside you a little more forcefully, like if he tilted at the right angle and jutted in at the right speed the liquid would almost be forced back inside, encapsulated by his fingers and providing him the perfect, warm basin to lick from, not a single drop spared from his tongue.

but you were running out of time this morning and his fingers lingered too long, had enough energy to be finger and eye fucked before your alarm was blaring and levi’s morning fantasy was ripped away.

and now he stood shamefully staring at the wet spot you created, the one that hadn’t dried because the room hadn’t warmed beyond morning chill. he touched it, let the cool wetness spread at his fingertip as he remembered how hot you felt when your muscles enveloped his digits, as he considered if temperature really added to the flavor, or just the experience.

he rested on his knees as he crawled over the shadow of your body, pushed down on the spot with his knuckle and felt the liquid crawling to his skin. he licked his lips, felt the drool slide off his thin bottom lip and watched it join the stain. levi touched his cheek to the mattress, felt himself go cross-eyed just to keep fixated on the spot your eagerness left behind, closed his eyes to the image of your lower half rutting onto his hand, loudly moaning for more as the noises of your hips meeting his hand echoed and joined.

“mmf, fuck,” levi groaned to himself, his nose inching closer to the stain and his tongue starting to drip with an unprecedented neediness, his erection throbbing against his jeans as the thought of touching his tongue to your clit raced into his mind. he was rubbing against his hand, felt the grip on his mind crumble as the one in the sheets fisted. levi nosed closer, felt the hot wave of embarrassment as he touched his teeth to the sheets, let his mouth cover the stain.

the cold caused a recoil, but the achingly familiar taste had levi’s teeth digging into the fabric and squeezing for more sweet remnants of you, frantically sniffing the sheets for your scent. he sucked on the sheets, his saliva deepening the stain, and the heat flushed his neck as he thought of you walking in on him, catching him in the gross act and chastising him, calling him impatient and lamenting him for his inability to wait, but the thoughts of you walking in transitioned into thoughts of you changing, and levi hastily sat upright as he thought of checking your hamper.

reiner braun

reiner outright felt like a pervert when the thought of your wet pussy gliding on his tongue popped into his head. the thought of you sat on top of his mouth like you’re claiming a rightful throne, his nose providing the perfect tilt and leverage to grind back on his tongue, made his brain tingle, and he liked the visual of you rested back on his chin, letting the erotic fluid flow down his neck and throat and nourish a new beard.

the uncomfortable heat was easy to set aside when he was affronted with these thoughts in your home office, with the scent of you thickly hung in the air, with the knowledge that you sat on that chair.

with one quick glance to the door, reiner dropped to his knees, rested his arms along and shoved his face into the seat of the office chair, warm from the sun or from your cushion. he stifled a moan as he thought of how his face was now mere centimeters to where your ass was, and he could picture you walking in to sit down, not even realizing he’d placed his head there first.

his hand was already undoing the fastener on his jeans when the familiar heat washed over him and he thought of licking the chair, of tasting any and all remnant of you that could exist, of picking up on that imprint your curvy ass left behind.

the thought of staying there, leaving his face ready and presenting as your chair, got him hot and bothered, made his wrist flick twice as fast and he moaned from deep within his throat. reiner bit the seat and felt the awkward motion stagger up his jawline as he considered how pretty your thighs would look, collapsing on top of him, sitting so nicely on his cheeks, as the smell of you enveloped him, as the taste of you registered on his tongue, as all of you took over his senses.

armin arlet

his expansive imagination wasn’t always a virtue. when his mind drifted to the exposed skin near your clavicles, to the tasteful dip to your sternum and the ripples by your ribs, his shaded eyes and his smile became less than innocent.

armin was curious, an explorer by nature, and that curiosity extended to your body, understanding every dip and curve caused by a bone or a muscle, learning each landmark freckle and mole. you were an ever-changing story, with new scars and pores and spots that he imagined discovering and rediscovering.

he wanted to touch his tongue to each mark, like he were metaphorically planting a flag, claiming you as his own. he wanted to run his fingers along your skin, like his hands were sails and he was charting your ocean.

the saliva pooled in his mouth like a lake as armin thought of dipping between your legs, thought of letting his tongue skinny dip inside the natural reservoir. he stared at the grapefruit in front of him, thought of how you must taste sweetly similar, and picked it up hesitantly.

he brought it to his lips, let his curiosity get the better of him and poked his tongue out, licked daintily before repeating the stroke confidently the second time. he cautiously licked at the fruit, debated internally if he should squeeze some juice to simulate how he thought you’d respond, how he so eagerly hoped to find out.

armin could practically hear you calling his name as the juice stained his lips, the grin on his face almost overbearing and overwhelming him from the playful licking. he wrapped his other arm around his neck, played into the illusion of you pulling him in, let himself pretend you tasted so bitterly sweet.

[bunnisari]

thinking abt loser!nerd!armin who is so toxic and manipulative

all of middle school, high school, and even college he was bullied for being a “wimp” and a “loser”

he was the “unfuckable weird virgin” of school all his life.

loser!nerd!armin who surprises the whole school and even his parents when he shows off his pretty girlfriend

she’s the most popular girl in school, drowned in pink, and a cheerleader. she was the baddest bitch on campus and everyone knew

you are so deeply in love with him, often showing him off and praising him infront of everyone.

loser!nerd!armin who slowly becomes controlling but in an innocent way

he often uses his sob story from middle school, he’s just so insecure n scared you’re gonna leave him :(( he’ll flash you his watery ocean eyes, begging you to not leave him

you quickly reassure him that you’ll never leave him, telling him how he’s so special and perfect just for you

you think he’s wrapped around your finger but he’s got you whipped

he’ll get so jealous seeing guys flirt with you at parties, “Baby I don’t really like you talking to Jean, he was the one of the people who use to make fun of me” :((

loser!nerd!armin who will guilt trip you into feeling more sorry for him , “I’m so glad I met you Y/N, you give me a reason to live every day” He takes his hand in yours, taking your breath away

[br4tphobia]

not so innocent + armin arlert .

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ details + “INNOCENT” ! ARMIN A. x Shy! Black Reader, small dirty talk, back shots, hair pulling, profanity, armin fucking you DUMB, semi public sex, groping, unprotected sex (wear condoms!), oral (m receiving), sex little plot (im sorryyryr) overstimulation, fingering, cock drunk reader, mean armin, bimbo! reader (if u squint), armin as yo study buddy ♡

✧˖*° vals note!! + IM SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG, COLLEGE IS A BITCH 😭😭😭

you needed help in chemistry, and you were desperate. you were tired of seeing E’s and tried studying harder and harder for upcoming quizzes but it never clicked for you...

“and the highest score goes to Armin Arlert, with a 97.” you hear that name majority of the time when it comes to highest scores, but you never thought of asking him to tutor you. he can tell your struggling, he may or may not have caught of glimpse of your scores.

later that day you caught him in the library, knowing there probably wont be another opportunity you took it. “hey! armin, can i..?” you whisper yell, before getting permission to sit down with armin. “whats up?” his voice is light and comforting.

“i was wondering if you could like.. you know.. help me in chemistry?” you start picking at your nails, afraid of rejection and embarrassment, your overthinking was cut short to a giggle “of course, we can start right now or later? its up to you.” flashing a toothy smile, “now would be great..”

“alright, luckily i was already studying chemistry, so that saves us some time.”

—.ೃ࿐

“many kinds of organohalides form gridnar— ” his calming tone went quiet as you zoned out, admiring his features. his blonde extra strands of hair infront of his eyes, sharp jawline, pierced ears, his glasses on the bridge of his nose, the way he licks his lips after every few sentences, hes..really cute.., you thought to yourself. “ʏ/ɴ?” … “y/n!”

you snap back into reality, “are you ok..?” he asked in a worried expression, with furrowed eyebrows finding you dumbfounded, wide eyed and agape mouth. “o–oh yeah! continue, im sorry..” you reply nervously. “you know if you’re uncomfortable, tell me.. you can trust me.” he gave u a comforting smile; you felt yourself getting warm all over before returning one back to him, hes so sweet, you were on the verge of swinging your feet and twirling your hair. he continued to read, as the same thing happened again.

checking him out once again before sighing, acknowledging youre staring at him. “Y/n..” you shoot up like a puppy staring back into his low eyes, “you know, if you didnt wanna study… you couldve said so. ” he accused, closing the text book. “huh.. no! of course i wanna study! what am i here for..?” you explained in panic, hoping you didnt ruin whatever bond you both had going on. “to eye fuck me?” ..no response. “hm?” he waited impatiently for a answer. opening your mouth to make up an excuse “ I..” nothing comes to mind, being found dumbfounded again, falling for his “innocence”. you look down to pick at your fingers again.

he slid his hand up your thigh, the other one on your chin “go on..say it.” hypnotized by his low tone, again no response. a small laugh came from him “youre cute..” he leaned in closer, “let me know if im reading the room wrong..” taking off his glasses before he kissed you, placing his tongue in your mouth. he rubbed circles on your thigh, your core getting hotter by the second.

you slid your hand over his buldge, stroking his cock through his sweatpants. “fuck.." he pulled from the kiss and rolled his head back taking a breath out. pulling his cock out youd be lying if his size didnt surprise you. you started stroking him, smiling softly and u his watched cock twitch with his slit over flowing with precum. you wanted him then and there. you spit on his tip, stroking it faster before you go down on him. swirling your tongue around his head. “oh shit..” he bucked his hips into your mouth, looking up at him, curling your lips up a bit, you cant help but feel powerful. you were making him feel good and you knew it.

“ just like that…” he whispered, moving your hair out the way. popping and slurping echoed through the room mixed with his pretty moans. he pushed your head down getting more turned on at the sound of your gags. his groans and moans getting louder “im gonna haah~..cum..” you bobbed your head faster, eager for his cum. “look at me..” he huffed, feeling him twitch in your mouth. opening your mouth letting his tip sit on your tongue as his nut slid down your throat. “fuck.. look at you..” he grabbed your chin and kissed you.

he picked you up and put you on the desk, slipping you out of your clothes and throwing them on the floor, he stood there. examining your body in awe, tracing your curves with the tip of his fingers. “youre so pretty..” whispering as he made his way to your thighs, drawing unknown shapes on the inside of your thighs, dangerously getting close to your core.

you buck your hips, trying to tell him you need it, he continues to trace the outlines of your folds, making his way up and dragging 2 fingers down, just barely making contact with you clit. “arminn p-please..” crying out, tired of the teasing. “please what? dont know why youre begging if i dont know what your begging for..” you whine at his sly remark. “your fingers..” you mumble in embarrassment, hoping he’d do it.

“thats all i wanted to hear..” he drags his fingers up your pussy and inserts his middle and ring, his fingers causing a short sound of squelching as you gasp and roll your head back. “fuck..” feeling stimulation on your puffy clit, rubbing it the right way. his fingers knuckles deep scissoring, pumping and curling inside of your wet pussy hitting all the right spots.

tears forming at the brim of your eyes, he watched your facial expressions and body language as you start getting louder, knowing you feel your high approaching already, whining louder. “aw look at you..i haven’t even fucked you and you’re moaning like a slut on my fingers..” the corner of his lips turning up, pressing harder on your clit.

“o-oh fuck—” breathy moans kept falling from your plump lips, releasing all over his fingers, pulsing around them as you try to catch your breath from your intense orgasm. “damn..already?” a small laugh came from his chest, “bend over the desk f’me..” without a thought you bring yourself down with quivering legs and arch your back over the desk, just like he asked as he pulled you closer to him and slid his cock through your folds, slapping it on your clit. you yelp from the sudden shock of being caught off guard, he drags his tip down at your hole then stops.

you stare at him, only to be beaten by him glaring back, then moving his eyes back at your exposed cunt. “go ahead, slide it in.” he gave you the go ahead, you wrapped your long acrylics around his dick and slide his fat tip in with a soft moan.

“shit—” he cursed at shoving all 7 inches inside you, stretching you out perfectly. he let you adjust for a few seconds then start thrusting inside you, stroking you deep. you let out a gasp at his tip poking your cervix every few thrusts, “f—fuck..armin..” you moan quietly, not wanting to get caught.

more moans and groans came from the both of you, you try to keep your volume down from his deep strokes but you cant help it. his cock pounding into you with no mercy even how much you beg him to slow down. balls slapping your clit, cervix being poked continuously, lipgloss smeared, sweating edges and messed up lashes?! this boy was fucking you stupid.

he tugs on your hair, causing your back to arch, making him go deeper than we was before. his tip pushed harder into your womb, a familiar heat formed in your stomach, “shit im gonna c–cum..” you slap your hand over your mouth, still fearing of being caught. “go ahead..make a mess.” shuddering beneath him, “god..” armin threw his head back in ecstasy, fucking you through your orgasm. “s-shit armin..”

your body shakes and burn with overstimulation, still fucking your harsh. “i c-cant..” you sounded like you were about to cry and armin loved it. it turned him on even more. “cant what? speak up.”

“its t—too much..” your hiccups and moans were downright pornographic. “shut up and take it.” he gripped on your throat from the back and pinned your head down. strings of squeaky moans and silent screams came from you. he loved how much of a slut he made out of you. all for him.

you eyes rolled to the back of your head whispering inaudible curses at his intoxicating strokes. you feel your second orgasm approaching again already. “shit… im gonna cum…” he slowed down, rolling his hips into you slow and sensually, armins soft pants and moans got louder before biting his lip to shut himself up. you feel your third orgasm approaching again, “c—cumming..” you choke on another silent moan as you lose all strength thats holding you up.

gushing all over his cock before he pulled out and released on your back with a moan. he watched your pussy drip with your cum in awe, the sight alone could make him nut again. “you still with me..?” he tone laced in concern, “yeah…”

“i-im sorry.. for..you know.” you whisper in humiliation, armin let out a small laugh and wiped his seed off your back. “its fine, i enjoyed it anyway. did u plan this..?” he furrowed his eyebrows again, “nono! i swear i didnt..” your mind went into a small state of panic.

“hey, trust me i believe you." a small silence occured

"so u wanna continue or.."

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[lixieisgod]

𝑠𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑡 𝑔𝑖𝒓𝒍 💕#!

𝐬𝐲𝐧𝗼𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬⤷ you passed your exam, and your boyfriend armin wants to shows you just how proud of you he is.

𝐧𝗼𝐭𝐞𝐬⤷ guess who just passed their examss, i did bitchh 🤭 shout out to my boyfriend for inspiring this lmfao

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠⤷ smut, mild degrading-he calls you a slut and whore, nicknames- mama, princess, pretty girl, he’s a little mean not really.

“and the highest in the class is miss.l/n, remarkable work young lady”

mini fireworks were going off in your brain right now, armin was the fuckingg best.

as soon as your class had ended you were running all over campus looking for armin to thank him for helping you study, and tell him you topped your class.

you finally found him after all your searching, sitting on his bed in his dorm room and… fuck he’s hot.

his hair was wet, most likely he was fresh out of the shower. armin was hunched on his bed, with a towel around his neck only wearing a pair of grey sweatpants and a gold necklaces.

he stood up revealing more of his abs and vline. pretty blue eyes stared at you before he spoke in that stupid charming voice of his

“you just gonna stand there all pretty or tell me what’s up” ?

shit he cough you staring.

“no, i just wanted to say thank you”. you pulled out your test results and smiled at him “look i topped my class”. you spoke with enthusiasm and a bright smile.

armin smiled at you, proud that you did well.

he kissed your forehead then whispered in your ear, “that’s my smart girl”. before landing a light kiss on your neck.

“damn she’s pretty and smart, i should really stop the small talk and put a kid in you hu” he laughed after his sentence and you just rolled your eyes at him.

“and a bit rude, but i can work with that”

you giggled before hooking your hands around his necklace pulling him into a kiss. his hand traveled under your top stroking your waist.

you pushed him onto his bed, sucking hickeys into the skin of his neck.

“ahh- fuckk” moans began leaving his parted lips.

he grabbed onto one of your hands and kissed your palm before slowly guiding your hand into his boxers, making you feel how hard his cock was.

“hmm f-fuck feel how hard you make me mama, feel what you do to me, my pretty whore”

your panties were soaked, you needed some sort of relief, you felt as tho you were burning up.

still palming at his cock you looked into his lust filled eyes, “i want you to fuck me, need you”

“…please”

“that’s my smart girl, now lay down for me wanna see your pretty face when i fuck you stupid”.

you loved this side of him, you already knew that this was gonna end with you crying out his name.

you quickly discarded of your clothing as he did the same.

he looked so pretty on top of you, his gold chain was dangling in your face as he slowly inserted his cock into your soaked pussy.

you always forgot how big he actually was.

“s-shit, it hurts a-arminn”

“shh, i know, i know, you’re a big girl i know you can take it”

finally he bottomed out. full, you felt full.

he started off with slow thrusts careful not to hurt you too much.

“f-fuck your pussy is so tight, ahh, you feel good princess”

“f-faster pleasee”

that was the green light armin was waiting for to fuck the shit out of you.

his thrusts became faster causing the both of you to moan out in pleasure. your pussy was so wet and it clenched around him making deep moans to leave his pretty pink lips.

your hands gripped onto his toned shoulders for dear life.

tears began to stream down your face as you moaned chants of his name.

he gripped onto your thighs bringing your legs to your upper half, he had you folded up in a mating press.

with ever thrust, sounds of your squelching pussy and his balls slapping against you were heard.

his lips found themselves leaving love bites all over your neck and chest, he sucked onto your flesh and breasts as tho he were a starved man.

you closed your eyes for a beaf second, you were being fucked so good. every time his cock fucked itself back into you it hit all the right spots, you were definitely gonna cum soon.

a light slap on your cheek caused you to open your eyes

“look at me when i’m fucking you, wanna see all those pretty faces you make”

“f-fuckkk baby, i feel so full, i think I’m gonna cum s-soon”

at this point his thrusts had just gotten faster, and harder. your legs started trembling. it feels good, so fucking good.

you couldn’t hold back anymore, your back arched as you came all over armins cock, crying out his name with teary eyes and a slutty little smile.

armin looked down at you through hazed eyes, and he was more than happy to see his girl looking so fucked out. you always looked prettiest like this, eyes rolled back, messy hair and make up, babbling his name like it was the only thing you knew how to say.

“don’t tell me i’ve already fucked you stupid, guess my smart girl is just a little slut now hu”

armin gripped your face, while purposely thrusting harder into you.

“fuck you’re gorgeous, gonna cum all over that preety face”.

he pulled out of your messy cunt and started stroking his cock over your face, you open your mouth waiting for his cum.

hot milky cum shot out of his cock spilling all over your face and mouth. the sight had armin feeling lightheaded.

“that’s my good little slut”.

© 𝟮𝟬𝟮𝟯 𝐀𝐥𝐥 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝗼 𝐥𝐢𝐱𝐢𝐞𝐢𝐬𝐠𝗼𝐝. 𝐂𝗼𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐬𝐡𝗼𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐧𝗼𝐭 𝐛𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝗼𝐥𝐞𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐩𝐮𝐭 𝗼𝐧 𝗼𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐟𝗼𝐫𝗺𝐬.

[namelessuchiha]

mdni, nsfw, not reviewed for errors

thinking about virgin!armin

the two of you meet each other well into your twenty’s, so when you learn that he is still a virgin you have to hold back from your jaw dropping.

“so like… what have you done?” you asked one night, genuinely curious.

“i—well uh…” he paused, a stuttering and blushing mess. “n-nothing. nothing at all, if i’m being honest.”

his answer was the beginning of the end. the beginning of many nights entering his apartment, under the guise of teaching him all the things he had been missing.

virgin!armin who whimpers and chases your lips when you pull away from his soft swollen lips.

virgin!armin who’s whole body is twitching and squirming the first time you pump your fist around his cock. “f-feels so good, so much better than when i do it.”

virgin!armin who sees stars at the feeling of your lips wrapping around the red and leaky tip of his hard cock. he cries out apologies when his hips accidentally thrust up, causing you to gag. the apologies continue when he pulls out of your month in a frenzy right before cumming all over your lower face and chest. he gasps when you bring your fingers up, collecting the liquid and licking them clean. “s-stop that’s so embarrassing!” “but you taste so good armin, couldn’t help myself.”

virgin!armin who feels like he’s forgotten how to breathe when you’re lowering yourself down on him for the first time. he thinks he’s going to die of pleasure, right here buried in your warm and tight pussy. his hands are shaking as he brings them up to grip your hips. breathy moans and whimpers leave his lips as you relentlessly rock your hips, riding him.

“slow—ah—please slow down angel!”

you want to slow down, you really do. you want to make his first time memorable and lengthy. but the way he feels inside of you is too mind numbing. “can’t slow down ‘min, you feel so good inside of me.”

“please!—” he desperately cries, “if you don’t slow down i’m going to—hah—”

his head is thrown back into the pillows, eyes screwed shut as his grip on your hips tightens to a degree you know will leave bruises. you pick up the pace, bringing your feet up and positioning into a squat, bouncing yourself even faster.

“going to what, armin? hmm? going to cum already?” you giggle, “don’t be ashamed, i want you to. go ahead, cum for me baby.”

only when he falls apart, shooting thick hot ropes inside of you, only then do you slow down. you gently wipe the tears that have gathered at the corners of his eyes and run your hand through his sweaty hair. “did so good armin, how did that feel?”

he swallows, trying to catch his breath. with pink cheeks and a soft smile he looks up at you, “mhm— never felt anything better.”

virgin!armin who is no longer a virgin, who is a quick learner and easily figures out how to have you desperately withering underneath him, the same way he had been for the last few months.

[levisjinchuriki]

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 the 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 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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ch 2>>

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[nightfall-kachiniko]

⋆｡𖦹 °.🐚⋆❀˖° HUSBAND! ARMIN HEADCANONS

paring: husband!armin x you

cw: some smut, and a lot of fluff. hes so loveable I love armin .

- Although your husband is the rather busy commander, he always makes sure to spend some time with you.

- Mainly that’s because he can’t be away from you for more than a few hours without having a stroke. He doesn’t seem like it, but he really is clingy. He always wants you by his side, and him by yours. He can’t stand being gone the whole day without any sort of interaction from you, it’ll drive him nuts.

- He expects a kiss when he walks out the door, and a kiss when he comes home. And if it’s a stressful day you know he’s gonna be rubbing up on you, begging for cuddles. (Come on you have to give it to him)

- He can’t stop touching you. Maybe it’s by habit, but there’s always a hand on your thigh or holding yours. Even brushing the hair out your face, that’s all that man does. he loves fidgeting with your wedding ring too. Especially kissing it when he kisses your hand. He worked hard for that ring, and he couldn’t imagine who else he’d want to wear it.

- BUT MY GOD SLEEPY ARMIN. Him all passed out on his messy desk, soft snores filling the air as he rests his head on top of his arms. Poor baby’s exhausted, he’s barley had any sleep in days, and you know how badly he just wants to rest. I can just imagine you walking in on him and you drape a blanket over him to keep him warm. God he’d love that <3

- armin’s so soft, even in the bed when you two are making love. I know this man loves some Lacey lingerie but would never say it. He’s the type to be too shy to buy you some for Christmas, but desperately wants to. He’d see a sexy pair in the store and would imagine you in it all day.

- He’s so vanilla omg 😭 When you two do get intimate, he’d do his best not to hurt you.

“It doesn’t hurt does it lovely?” Like yes it does please fuck me harder commander.

- into grabbing your hair, or pulling it back into a ponytail while he does back shots. Obsessed with the way your ass jiggles with every thrust he does. He loves how pretty you look with his hands running down your body, and with his creamy cum all in your cunt.

Please wear some white lacey lingerie for him. His dirty thought are all about you. (Visual link)

[arminsfavoritepookie]

HOW AOT CHARACTERS KISS YOU

Featuring; Eren, Mikasa, Armin

(- Fluff & Angst )

Armin's lips meet yours and gentle caress always engulfs your senses. You can't help but get lost in the tangles of his golden strands as they tickle your fingers. You move closer, your other hand softly cupping the soft rosey flesh of his cheek. A soft whimper escapes his lips, but he is desperately trying to hold himself together. This kiss belongs to you, and Armin understands that. You take from him whatever you want.

Armin's trembling hands rest on his lap, barely able to control the fiery desire raging inside him. The mere thought of losing you, the one person he loves so dearly, terrifies him to the core. It's why he's so desperate, so eager, when your thighs brush against his, as if begging for him to give himself entirely. You watch in awe as your delicate fingers move with calculated precision, unbuttoning each button of his shirt slowly.

Every soft noise escaping his mouth causes a stir of excitement within you, knowing how much he's aching for you. Armin loves you so intensely, with every part of his being, that the way he kisses you is nothing less than pure devotion. His lips are gentle, yet they convey a ferocity of emotion that takes your breath away. They dance against yours, gliding across the soft, smooth skin of your lips. Every detail is magnified: the way his mouth tastes, the subtle way his tongue plays against yours, the way his lips form a perfect seal against yours. The feel of his skin, the rise and fall of his chest, and the beating of his heart are all encompassing, fueling your passion with every passing second.

Amidst all the losses he's endured, from losing his friends and comrades to losing his innocence, the last thing he can bear is losing you.

"Never let me go," Armin whispered softly, his eyes searching yours for some reassurance that you were both thinking the same thing. "Never," you replied, pressing your lips firmly against his once again.

Eren's intense love for you is almost suffocating at times. He's never quite comfortable unless he's right beside you, touching you in some way, and if he can't be, he's on edge, fidgeting and muttering under his breath. He'll glance your way with a flushed face and a quickening heart rate, desperate for your attention and affection. The tips of his ears always burn bright red when you catch him staring at you, which only happens about every other minute.

And when he finally gives in to his hunger and kisses you, it's not elegant or polished. It's needy, it's messy, and it's full of fervor. Eren will seize your lips as if he can't get enough, biting, nibbling, and sucking as if his very existence depended on it. The only thing he wants in that moment is you, all of you. Eren's devotion to you is a flame that burns bright and unrelenting.

As he clutches you to his chest, he lets out soft whimpers and moans, completely lost in the ecstasy of the moment. You feel his forehead pressing against yours, his tears slipping through closed eyelids, as if he's mourning the fact that this can't last forever. "I'm sorry," he whispers, barely able to choke out the words through his emotions. You can hear the pain in his voice, and it breaks your heart. "For what?" you ask softly, searching his eyes for an answer.

But he can't bring himself to say it, not with the way you're looking at him with those eyes. So he shakes his head instead, a silent admission that he'll always love you, even if one day he’s not there anymore to say it.

Mikasa's longing for your kisses is intense, a desperate need that surpasses that of food and water. It's as though the very essence of her being yearns for the taste of your lips and the warmth of your embrace. Without your affection, she feels like a shell of herself - hungry, thirsty, and lost. She's a warrior on the battlefield, fierce and unstoppable. But when it comes to matters of the heart, Mikasa is bashful and unsure.

Her cheeks flush with embarrassment when she’s pushing her tongue into your mouth, of feeling your hands roam over her uniform. And yet, the desire she feels for you outweighs her shyness.

Mikasa frequently ponders if you are aware of just how much she adores you—how your presence holds an immeasurable significance in her life, yet her thoughts are consistently interrupted by the sensation of her fingers delicately gliding across the tender skin of your neck.

She whispers your name, barely audible over the cacophony of your whimpers. Her plea is soft but urgent. Your arms wrap around her, holding her close as your tongues dance together. The taste of her mouth is sweet, addictive, and you can't get enough of her. She's yours, body and soul, and you know in that moment that nothing will ever tear you apart "Please," she begs, "Kiss me again and make everything okay."

[4ttack-ur-heart]

Cherry Chapstick

Pairing: Armin x reader

Warnings: none.

Summary: Armin refuses to let you use his chapstick. No worries, you have other ideas on how to keep your lips from getting chapped.

(also just pretend chapstick is canon in the aot universe for the sake of the fic 😭)

Another long and grueling day of training was finishing up. The sun was setting through the huge forest of trees.

“Alright, trainings over! Rest up and be ready to head back in 15 minutes.” The squad leader said with his barking voice.

Your squad leader liked doing various training sessions with just your squad, something about strengthening the bond and making it easier to tag team during expeditions.

Landing on one of the branches to catch your breath, you sat against the bark let your body slouch for the first time that day.

“Tired?”

Looking up at the voice, Armin was standing in front of you. His new shorter blond locks shifting gently in the breeze as his pretty blue eyes locked on your figure. He was one of your closest friends. The friendship was honestly ideal with him giving you the guidance that you needed while you encouraged him when he was feeling insecure.

You nodded at him through half-lidded eyes and a lazy smile. “I’m so glad we have a day off tomorrow, I’ll probably spend it sleeping.”

Armin returned a smile at your words. “You’re almost there, (y/n). I’m sure your bed misses you too.” While you laughed at him, Armin squatted down next to you.

“What do you got planned tomorrow?” You asked and leaned your head against the tree. He pulled his green cloak tighter around his shoulders when the breeze kicked in.

“Probably go out into the valley and find a nice place to read.”

“By yourself? What about Eren and Mikasa?” You raised an eyebrow. The trio was pretty much inseparable.

Armin waved off your question with his hand. “They wanted to go into the city and I’m tired of third-wheeling. It wasn’t much fun as kids and still isn’t now.”

Nodding your head, you gazed once more at the sun just about to set. The orange hues casting over the green plains.

Armin finally sat down on the branch, his leg brushing up against yours. “God, I can’t stand this weather.” He muttered and started to fish for something out of his pocket.

With curious eyes, you saw him pull out a small tube. Chapstick? He uncapped it and gently spread it on his lips.

Armin chuckled when he caught you staring at him. “What? My lips are chapped.”

“I can see that.” You could also see his plump pink lips all shiny from the substance. “What flavor is it?”

“Cherry.” He pocketed the chapstick.

You inched over to him. Cherry was your favorite flavor, a timeless classic that forever held your heart. You were about to ask him for some when he seemed to have read your thoughts and immediately shut you down.

“No, you can’t have any.”

Instantly shocked at his words, your mouth was agape and you crossed your arms with a pout. “What, why?”

Honestly, you couldn’t care less… well maybe you cared a little bit. But being petty and dramatic was more fun however, especially in front of Armin.

“(Y/n), don’t take this the wrong way, but anything you touch immediately disappears.”

Ok, now you cared a lot a bit. “No it doesn’t!”

“Oh, you defended yourself real quick there, huh? Alright, tell me where Sasha’s hairbrush is.” Armin had a smile on his face as he rested his arm on his propped up knee. Sasha lent you her brush one day and it was never seen again. She made you buy her a new one the next day.

Your silence was the answer he needed.

“Maybe you know where Mikasa’s training gloves are?”

Again, more silence. She’d let you borrow them for training and you stupidly set them down when it was windy.

“Oh, wait! My blue sweater? Haven’t seen that in a while and you were the only person I lent it to.”

It was a rather chilly morning one day, so Armin lent you his infamous blue sweater.

Manipulative little bastard.

A slight blush dusted your cheeks. You glared at the blonde and scoffed. “I feel like this isn’t just about chapstick.”

Arming gave out a chuckle. “It is, (y/n). Don’t worry.” With that, Armin rose to his feet and patted your head as he walked along the branch.

Your eyes fluttered in satisfaction when his fingertips rubbed your scalp.

“I can’t even have a little?”

“No.”

Ugh, be like that then.

———

Your squad eventually had to make the journey back home. Riding next to Armin, your horses ran in sync as you both gave each other little glances every few minutes.

“Can I have some of that chapstick now?” Your voice rang over thundering steps of the horses.

“No.” Armin replied.

“But my lips are chapped!”

“Figure it out.” He shouted back.

Oh I will.

———

“Finally home.” You moaned and jumped off your horse and led her to the stables. Your body ached and sleep was all you were craving. It was dark by the time you guys got back and your squad leader gave his appreciation by quickly dismissing everyone.

Maybe I’ll skip dinner. I’m so tired.

Thoughts flowing through your head as you undressed your horse of her gear. Hanging the saddle on a peg, you brushed her mane and fed her some carrots.

“Eat up, Star. My pretty girl.” You cooed, gently running your hand over her nose. Another set of steps disrupted your intimate moment with Star.

Turning around, your eyes softened at Armin, who led his horse over by the reins.

“Hey, stranger.” He teased and began working on his horse. You smiled back at him and it was silent for a few moments, just the sound of the equipment clinking with movement.

You turned to look at him only to give a dry chuckle when you saw him pulling out his stupid cherry chapstick again. The stupid smile never left his face as he applied it.

“Ar-”

“No chapstick, (y/n).”

Damn.

“That wasn’t what I was going to say!”

Armin turned to meet your gaze with raised eyebrows. “What was it then?”

Shit. Think (y/n).

Armin chuckled as the silence answered his question. His hands gently brushed through his horse’s mane. “You’re a bad liar.”

A scoff left your lips. “I don’t like this new attitude of yours.”

Over time, Armin slowly broke out of his shell, no longer the dorky and nervous kid he once was- even though you loved that about him. Now, he was comfortable enough to speak his mind without a second thought, even to you.

“Get used to it, (y/n). Looks like you’ll have to find another way to keep your lips moisturized.”

You didn’t like the snarky look he had on his face. A sudden idea popped into your head. As Armin finished settling his horse for the night, you caught his wrist as he walked by.

A confused look adorning his features when he turned to look at you.

Without thinking twice, you pulled him towards you and stood on your toes. Lifting your head, your lips quickly planted themselves onto his.

You could tell he was caught of guard. His blue eyes widened at the sudden action and a startled whimper escaped him. It was kinda hot honestly. Pulling away, you rubbed your lips together and popped them. “Mmm, gotta love cherry.”

His lips were partly opened and a red rouge covered his face. He still couldn’t believe it.

“U-uh, I-”

“Night, Armin. See ya tomorrow.” You smiled innocently at him before brushing past him to leave.

His hand latched onto your elbow and pulled you back. Raising an eyebrow at him, Armin gripped both your shoulders before pulling you back in, lips meeting yours once more. His back was crouched down a little to meet your height. Now it was your turn to be surprised.

Oh. Oooh

He moaned slightly against your lips when you started kissing back.

The kiss lasted a few seconds before Armin slowly pulled away from you. You both were slightly panting from the adrenaline and the eye contact between you both never broke.

“There.” His hands still gripped your shoulders. “That should last you a bit.” With that, his hand moved just below your ear, his thumb brushing over your jawline.

Armin finally snapped himself of whatever trance you had on him and gave a small smile. “Meet me here tomorrow at noon, that’ll give you plenty of time to sleep in and you can join me in the valley.”

“O-okay.”

Without another word, Armin left the stables. Your mind ran crazy with thoughts. Yes, you kissed him first, but you didn’t expect him to actually want to kiss you again.

How in the world did he play the game better than you? It was your idea-

—————

The sun shines brightly through the curtains of your room. You let out a groan as the stiffness in your muscles were more prominent from yesterdays training.

Looking at the clock on the wall- 8:25 am.

You can still catch breakfast before it ends and relax a bit before meeting up with Armin.

Oh yeah…

What a peculiar night. You honestly thought Armin would either be confused or disgusted when you kissed him. Not flustered. Him kissing you on his own also surprised you. The little manipulators all grown up now.

You got up and threw on some random clothes, heading to the dining hall.

You quietly ate your food, only a few soldiers remained in the dining hall since breakfast was ending soon.

Time slowly passed by, and you decided to take a nap in your bed for another hour or two before leaving. The nap only left you more tired. After changing into a more presentable outfit, a simple button up and a long skirt, you threw your favorite sweater over. The material was soft and the fading but familiar scent was comforting to you.

Your footsteps were slow as you walked to the stables. The soreness in your body along with the tiredness still swirled in your system.

“(Y/n), over here.” Armin called out to you as he led his horse outside his stall. “Perfect timing, I was just getting ready to- is that my sweater?”

Oops. Yes, yes it was.

“Maybe.”

“I thought you said you lost it!”

“I never said I lost it.” You yawned. “Just never wanted to give it back to you.”

Armin chuckled and was a bit surprised at your words, he climbed on his horse and turned down to you, hand extended. “You ready?”

Nodding, you grabbed his hand and he pulled you up. Your legs straddled the horse and your hand hesitantly grazed his waist. It wasn’t until Armin flicked the reigns and the horse quickly trotted forward that you decided to wrap your arms tightly around his waist as he navigated through the towns.

“You good there?” He joked and placed his hand on top of your clasped ones that pressed against his abdomen.

—————

“You look nice in my sweater.” Armin commented, trekking his fingers gently through your scalp.

The warm breeze swayed the grass and wildflowers surrounding you. The meadow Armin took you to was beautiful this time of year.

Your head currently rested on his thigh. Armin was sat against a willow tree, a book in his other hand. Every so often, his hand would leave your head to turn the page and gently return.

“It’s mine now.” You mumbled through closed eyes. Armin insisted you try to nap again while he read. However, no one brought up the situation from last night. At the moment it almost seemed like it never happens. No one acknowledged it.

“Of course it is.” He said with a smile before taking his hand away from your head. He shifted and buried his hand in the pocket of his trousers. His leg raised your head slightly as he moved. “Sorry, I just can’t- dammit where is it?”

You craned your neck to see his agitated face. “What happened?”

“I can’t find my chapstick.” He muttered with a frown.

A giggle erupted from your mouth, making him look at you. “And you say I lose stuff?”

“Shut up.” He muttered.

You both returned to your original positions with you head still resting on his lap. The breeze continued to blow and you glanced at Armin to see the tips of his blonde hair blow across his face. The shorter hair really suited him.

You let out a small sigh and pulled the sweater tighter around your frame. Reaching into the small pocket, you pulled something out.

Uncapping it, you gently applied it to your lips and didn’t miss the way Armin was staring at you dumbfounded. The label was clearly a different color than his. No, this one was yours. All yours.

“It’s strawberry and before you ask- no you can’t have any. I wouldn’t want you to lose this one too.” A devilish smirk crossed your face. Payback was a bitch. If he could be petty, so could you.

Armin sat back and mumbled something incoherent. His book was now discarded to the side and his arms were crossed with a pout. Memories of last night flooded his thoughts.

The way he held you. The way he looked at you. How you tasted.

You looked up at him with innocent eyes and rubbed the substance coating your lips together. He was staring at you.

You let out a small laugh as he pulled your body up and lowered himself down closer to you. You didn’t miss the way his eyes stared into yours before darting to your lips, then back to your eyes. He was so close. Then as if he decided it was right, Armin’s lips were encasing yours once more.

You gave a small sigh into the kiss and your fingers raked through his blonde hair.

Armin’s tongue gently swiped against your bottom lip and before you could open your mouth for more, he pulled away.

“You’re right.” He said and rubbed his own lips together. “Cherry does taste better.”

You were a little disappointed at the sudden break in contact. Sitting your body up, you faced him. “We can get you more when we head back into town.” You offered and avoided your gaze.

Maybe he was just getting payback for last night?

Armin rolled his eyes and pulled you back towards him. “Yeah that sounds good, but I like this option better.”

And he kissed you again. More passionately this time.

He suddenly pulled your body against his so you were fully sat in his lap, emitting a small squeal from you. Your legs curled into his side and his hands were placed at your waist, thumb brushing your hip.

“Thank you for coming with me.” He mumbled against your lips.

“Just take me out and we’ll call it even.” You replied, your arm wrapping around his neck.

“Okay.”

——

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[selfishdoll]

FOUND OUT FT. VAMP! ARMIN ୨୧ ｡ ⟡ ⋆ ࣪. ໒

armin arlert, your good friend of two years and hard crush of one. you decided to become his roommate just three months ago and all has been well. except for the fact, a ludicrous idea has entered your mind. one so silly, you didn’t even want to believe it. what was it exactly? well.. that armin, was a vampire. this wasn’t some fantasy or fairy tale.. you weren’t bella and he wasn’t edward. there was no way, no way in hell armin was a vampire.. right?

❛content warning(s)...❜ ━━ period sex. i repeat, PERIOD SEX. if you don’t like that, leave! | oral sex (f. receiving) | soft & service top! armin | he’s a little condescending, however | pet names (sweetheart, pretty, princess, etc) | praise | blood (ofc) | biting & marking | armin talks reader through it | multiple orgasms | armin loves eye contact | ooc armin | inspired by true blood (also mentioned in the fic) | lowkey gaslighting (maybe? he’s not doing it to harm, he’s just tryna keep his identity hidden) | a bit of manhandling | reader wears pads & has really bad cramps. again if that’s an issue for you, don’t read it. | etc. if i forgot something please let me know.

❛author’s note...❜ ━━ please bare in mind i haven’t touched aot for a long time & only posting this fic for my reawakened obsession with the anime & manga. that said, if you think armin is ooc, i’m sorry— but again, i warned you (plus i’m not the creator). if you enjoy this, please give me more characters to make vamp versions of. of jjk or aot. and as always, please excuse any grammar mistakes or typos <3 (4680 WORDS)

It was common to question reality. To ponder about situations that were outside the norm. What if a zombie apocalypse happened? What if aliens were real? And finally, what if your good friend— turned roommate, was a vampire?

You felt silly as the thought, the pondering consumed you within the first week of living together. You really had no reason to believe Armin Arlert; a sweet young man with a heart of gold was some bloodsucking beast. Or rather, you didn’t want to believe it. Such information would drastically change the trajectory of the relationship you had with him.

The pipeline from friends — secret one sided pining — to prey wasn’t one you wished to follow.

Yet, all signs pointed to the answer; all signs pointed to Armin being a vampire.

For one, you’ve never seen him eat. Ever. Each time you offered some of your food, Armin would give you a gentle smile— while refusing. I already ate. Was the signature line he delivered, no matter the time of day. But, that wasn’t too concrete; he worked at home and you worked in a clinic— there was a possibility he was telling the truth.

The second piece of evidence may have been the key. The man would stock up his side of the fridge with this.. juice. Red liquid within clear bottles, the print labeled in a language you couldn’t understand. No matter how much you searched online, you simply couldn’t find it. So, you did the unthinkable.

You popped open a bottle, taking a swig. You expected a disturbing metallic taste; one that would cause you to spill the contents of your stomach. Instead a sweet fruity flavor tickled your tastebuds, causing your eyes to widen and quickly pull back from the bottle.

In time to see Armin entering the kitchen, flashing you a smile.

“I was wondering when you’d try them. I bought so many.” He spoke sweetly, informing you it was some random juice he bought whilst on a business trip.

With both his words and the concrete evidence, you believed him.

But there were so, so many more instances where you wondering if you were grasping at straws. His refusal to enter a home without access? Well, Armin was always polite. The way he avoided you whenever you got hurt? He did inform you blood makes him queasy. Or how each time you got your period the man just suddenly had a business trip? Armin did state his work schedule was weird.

It frustrated you to no end. You hated yourself for developing the thought in the first place. You already fucked falling for him a year ago, and now you just had to come up with the most ludicrous idea.

Armin Arlert, a vampire? Please..

The breath that escaped you was ragged, eyes pinched close and leaning your head against the steering wheel. The way a cramp could ruin your mood in a matter of seconds was beyond you. Truly, it was.

You were glued to your seat unable to move due to the pain within your stomach. Which could only be described as millions of knives being rammed directly into your uterus. A dramatic metaphor, but a fitting one.

A groan escaped you as you lifted from your curled position, the back of your head pressed against the seat. The pills you consumed just ten minutes ago had obviously not taken effect yet, leaving you unable to fight against the pain. You tried, you really did try to make it to work despite the aches— but you couldn’t. You pulled over into the nearest store parking lot just to make a quick call to your supervisor.

Thankfully, she was very understanding; even gently scolding you for attempting to work in the first place. The interaction caused you to smile, thanking her profusely and promising to make up the hours.

Now, all you had to do was get home. Though, as your eyes opened from its previous pained scrunch, you focused on the store in-front of you. A soft hum escaped you as turned the engine of your car off. A quick run to get some much deserved snacks was fine, right?

You opened the car door and exited, locking it behind you with a hand pressed against your stomach. It was comical attempting to massage the cramps, but the warmth of your hand was elevating the pain— slightly. Not much.

You approached the store doors and entered, flashing a smile to a worker that greeted you. You turned down an aisle whilst looking over the selection of snacks, kneeling to take in the rest of the shelf. While thinking over what you wanted, an idea popped into your mind.

Armin was always so doting and sweet whenever he went out to the store; always asking if you needed something. You wanted to do the same.

So without a second thought you grabbed your phone from your purse, clicking his contact and placing the receiver to your ear. The ringer went off two times before the man picked up, his usual tone entering your ears;

“Hey (Y/N)— are you okay? You don’t usually call me during work.”

You smiled, standing from your kneeled position. “I’m okay!.. well, not really. Cramps are kicking my ass right now,” You hummed, walking down the end of the shelf.

A silence entered the call for a moment before Armin spoke again. “You mean.. menstrual cramps?”

“Yeah!— sorry if that was too much to share.. Anyway, I’m at the store right now do you need anything?”

Armin cleared his throat a bit, the faint sound of something entering the call— but leaving quickly. “N—no. No, I’m fine. Thank you for asking, (Y/N).”

With chaste goodbyes you ended the call, placing your phone back into your purse. You finally decided on some gummies and chocolate, heading over to the register with a little pep in your step.

Pigging out on the couch seemed like the perfect day.

You left the store quickly after paying, entering your car even quicker and reaching your shared home in record time. Opening the door, you sighed as you placed your keys onto a table nearby; purse following. You walked towards the back of the house, glancing over at Armin’s closed bedroom door. With a small smile you walked up, pressing your knuckles against the maroon colored wood.

A minute passed before the door was opened, revealing his form. His eyes bored into your own, flashing the same gentle smile he always did. “(Y/N).. you should be resting.”

You smiled back at him, “Just wanted to check on you before I lay on the couch for the rest of the day.”

The man blinked as your words set in, watching you turn to enter your bedroom. Hesitantly, he followed, standing in the doorway. “On the couch?”

“Yeah! Don’t worry I’ll have a towel under me.”

“I wasn’t worried about that..” Was the faint mumble that escaped the blonde, words you didn’t hear. A soft sigh escaped him, however, blinking to glance at you. “Hope you feel better.” Armin said more clearly, turning to walk into his room after you gave soft gratitude.

You grabbed some pink bebe shorts and a random black tshirt, walking over to the bathroom with a pad in tow. After doing your business and changing, you entered your bedroom again to place your work clothes away— grabbing a clean towel shortly after.

You exited to enter the living room, smiling at the couch waiting for you. Walking over, you stretched the towel out along the cushions, pulling the coffee table closer for convenience. After grabbing your snacks and a water bottle, a stiff sigh escaped you as you laid across the couch. The towel was a bit uncomfortable if you moved, but you rather that then possibly leaking through the pad you wore.

Your hand reached for the remote beside you, turning the channel to a tv show you’ve currently been obsessed with; True Blood. A small chuckle escaped you as your cheek sunk into the pillow under you, placing the remote down. Maybe you were watching it too much, maybe that’s why you thought Armin was some blood sucking beast.

But, there was no way. You were literally on your period and he was.. well— normal. As normal as Armin Arlert was anyway.

You turned to open the pack of gummies, taking a bit in your hand before sinking back into the cushions. Your eyes remained glued to the screen as you popped one into your mouth, oblivious to the hard stare you were receiving.

An hour and a half passed with your continued watching, getting up in between to use the restroom. Your snacks were long gone, water bottle empty, and pill; worn off. You had zero energy to get up and grab some more, especially since you just found the perfect spot to help your cramps.

You hissed softly, moving to press your face deeper into the cushion. You’ve had a period for twenty-two years now, yet it always felt as if you were experiencing it for the first time. It was annoying, truly annoying. With a subtle groan your eyes blinked open, racking your mind for a moment before an idea peaked within you.

“Armin!” You called out from the living room while turning to lay on your back, hand strewn across your lower stomach. Moments passed before his bedroom door opened, footsteps entering the living room and revealing your roommate. Who looked a little tired. Strange, you’ve never seen him in such a way.

But, instead of inquiring you gave a little smile; “Could you grab my pills from my bedroom, and a water bottle?”

Armin’s eyes carried down your form for a moment, mouth opening before closing. Instead, he simply nodded; turning to head to your bedroom.

Maybe periods really did make him uncomfortable. You’ve never seen Armin so fidgety and nervous, as if scared to speak. It would concern you more if another cramp didn’t pierce you, causing a soft groan to slip past your lips. You heard Armin move from your bedroom to the kitchen, opening the fridge and closing it after.

You looked up at the man, watching him stand a few feet away; placing the items you requested down on the table. You sat up with a sweet smile, swinging your legs over the couch. “Thanks Min.” You spoke, watching him nod and turn to walk away. Instead of leaving him be, you spoke up again;

“You wanna watch something together? I’m sure being cooped up in your room is boring..” You don’t know why the suggestion escaped you, feeling embarrassment the moment you noticed Armin’s form stiffen. Your eyes turned to the pill bottle, twisting the cap slow. “It’s uh.. cool if you don’t want t—“

“Is this another test, (Y/N)?”

You blinked slowly as his words permeated the atmosphere, entering your mind and settling there for a split second. You thought over the sentence, tongue nervously swiping across your bottom lip the moment you realized his tone. It’s usual softness was gone, replaced with something you couldn’t pinpoint.

You tried to play off your silence, a soft— forced chuckle escaping you. “Test? What test, Armin?”

You watched as the man’s shoulders lowered, body turning to face you. Your teeth was caught on your bottom lip, feeling tension enter the air.

Armin looked at you, or rather observed you for a silent moment. You didn’t know what to do, trapped under the gaze; unable to look away. Your fingers gripped the towel underneath you, debating whether to apologize or demand to know what was suddenly wrong.

Finally, after what seemed like hours but was truly five minutes; Armin spoke.

“First, you take a bottle of mine and drink it without permission.” His words were slow, as if listing off the directions of a cookbook. What’s more, Armin moved towards you, your chest bumping with each step he took. “Next, you accidentally, cut yourself whenever I’m in the kitchen.” He was close now, standing beside the table.

You sunk into the cushion behind you, gasping the moment he closed the space; hands pressed against the furniture— trapping you. “And lastly, you invite me to sit with you in such an innocent manner.. I don’t know whether to call you a genius or just plain naive, (Y/N).”

“Armin..” You breathed softly, feeling your mouth go dry. His eyes flicked between your body and lips, clearly struggling to focus on a single thing. “Armin, I—.. I’m confused, what are you talking about?”

Finally it seemed he had made a choice, gaze focusing onto your own. Silently, the man smiled, a forced one— a toothy one. Your eyes widened, breath hitching the moment you spotted the fangs placed perfectly in his mouth. A shudder went down your spine, gripping the towel even harsher.

“Oh wow..” Armin spoke lowly, stealing your attention from his canines. “I reveal something.. so, so troubling and yet— you’re excited. More then excited actually.. ecstatic, maybe?” The man pondered, coming even closer to you.

Your hands rose to grip his arms, gasping the moment you felt his face lower to your neck. As his teeth ghosted your neck, you felt your heart threatening to escape your chest. You pinched your eyes closed, twitched, even turned your head to the side.

And yet, Armin did nothing. He simply.. hovered there.

A frustration you didn’t wish to acknowledge build within you, manicured fingers digging into his cool, skin. “Armin..”

“What is it, (Y/N)? You want me to bite you, don’t you?” The words escaped him the moment you uttered his name, a hand lifting from the cushion whilst he pulled back from your neck. Now face to face, his fingers collected your chin to assure you didn’t glance away. “I thought at first you were concerned for your safety, maybe even scared. But no..” His lips quirked, thumb rising to smooth across your wet bottom lip. “You’re clearly far from scared.”

“Armin.. please just—“

“I will. I promise.” He interjected, releasing your face. Your eyes widened the moment he pushed your shoulder, laying you down on the couch. The cushion in-front of you sunk in as he sat down, hands dragging to your waist covered in shorts. “But first.. I think I’ll get my fill another way.”

Your eyes widened at his words, feeling his fingers hook under the thin pink fabric of your bottoms and panties, peeling them from your body in one swift motion. Embarrassment flooded through your body, instinctively closing your thighs.

Armin’s eyes switched from your legs over to your face, head tilting as he took in your nervous expression. To your surprise, a gentle smile stretched across his face, one that you’ve gotten used to, one that caused you to melt easily.

Noticing this, it didn’t take much to gently push your legs apart, featuring your cunt to him. “That’s a good girl..” Armin spoke softly, hand slipping under your shirt, spreading across your stomach. The man lowered until he was face to face with your slit, unfazed by the blood upon it.

You whimpered the moment his thick tongue glided up— hole to clit, hands reaching down to rest upon his hair. A soft groan escaped the man, rising up whilst licking his lips clean of your mess. It was clear all restraints were gone now, the wild look in his eyes causing your stomach to stir.

“Do you know how long I waited for this?” The man questioned you, resting on one hand; the other’s fingers gently gliding up and down cunt, collecting your mixed essence and blood. “You were gonna drive me crazy one day; parading in such small shorts, showcasing your skin to me.” His words escaped him shamelessly, fingers pushing past your folds to gently brush your clit, moving away before you could even moan.

“You wanted this from the beginning.. didn’t you?” Armin suddenly spoke, escaping the trance to look at your face. He watched as you shook your head far too quickly, a small no even escaping you. That alone caused his reddened lips to curl into a smile, “You should leave the lying to me, sweetheart.”

You gasped the moment he dove back down, lips pressed against your wet slit. The man wasted no time in allow his tongue to glide across your slit, pushing to licking at your clit. Your taste, your smell— it was enough to have him groan right into your pussy, drinking every crimson droplet that escaped you.

You thought you would feel uncomfortable, maybe even a little gross; getting ate out in such a state. But those thoughts melted the minute his lips wrapped around your swelling bud, teasing you gently with the points of his fangs. Your back was rising from the cushion now, squirming upon the towel underneath you.

Your hands lowered to his hair, fingers curling in the blonde tresses for a tight hold. With the way his tongue was moving against you, you needed leverage; you needed an anchor. You felt far too pliable, melting into the feeling as wanton moans escaped your slick lips.

Gasps of his name, sweet whispers of how good it felt. Your arousal mixed with blood was trickling freely from your entrance, making such a mess; one that Armin lapped up far too eagerly.

And the moment you felt his thick tongue curl inside your awaiting hole, oh— you were finished.

“Hah.. Fuck, Armin—!” You hissed softly, feeling the wet muscle twist and turn inside you, brushing against your gummy walls and delving on you like a meal.

Which, to Armin, you were.

The man groaned into you in response, hands moving to your thighs and gripping; halting your moving. You were forced to lay there as he ate you, a band forming within your stomach; long replacing the agonizing cramps.

Your moans bounced off the living room walls, face turning into the cushions as hot pants escaped you. Your toes were curling, a sweat presenting itself upon your forehead as the pleasure consumed you full; flooding his mouth with more crimson arousal.

Armin drunk you up eagerly, fingers digging into your skin to keep to right there. He licked you clean, leaving no spot untouched; savoring his plate. After moments of this pleasure it melted into overstimulated torture, hands falling and pushing against his head.

“A—armin.. fuck, I can’t—“ Your eyebrows were pushing close, rising to sit up; gasping the moment he tugged, forcing you to fall back on the cushions. His face was flush against your messy cunt, drinking you up completely. Little tears formed in your eyes, legs moving as your stomach clenched and clenched.

Your worried words fell on deaf ears, literally. With how much your warm thighs were wrapping around his head, he could barely hear a damn thing. Even so, Armin refused to leave— not until you came on his tongue again.

With more fearsome licks and sucks, hands massaging your skin as if coaxing you— Armin felt his dick jump the moment you cried out for him, coming all over his tongue again.

“Taste.. so good, so fucking good princess…” He drawled right into your center, the vibrations of his voice causing you to keen. Unlike before, he let up from licking you dry, raising from between your legs— a complete mess.

You watched as Armin’s tongue licked the rest of your taste off his lips, his eyes closed; relishing it.

His hands slowly dropped your body to the cushion, hand curling under his shirt and pulling it off his body. Once off, the man used it to wipe his face— tossing it to the ground shortly after.

He’d wash it later.

Armin moved to hover above you, hand falling to your chin and turning to looking at your eyes. The man smiled the moment your hand wrapped around his wrist, leaning down and pressing a wet kiss to your cheek. “Your cramps gone?” He asked in a soft, coy tone. The small huff you released caused the man to chuckle, moving to plant his lips on your own.

You moaned as his tongue intruded your mouth, ignoring the foreign taste of yourself on your tongue. Instead, you focused on him sucking your own wet muscle whilst his hand lowered to your covered chest, a thumb brushing over your hardening nipple. Your soft pants entered his mouth, hips rising against him; caring less if you soiled his pants.

And it seemed he didn’t either, hand gripping your hip and grinding back against you. Your hands traveled up his back, a hiss escaping him from how your short nails dragged across his cool, uncovered skin.

Pulling back, Armin stared down at you, taking in your bruised lips and the clear want swimming within your dark eyes. To add to the pretty picture was your bonnet slipping off your head, exposing the perfect boho braids you’ve recently got; edges sweated off.

“Such a mess.” The man murmured softly, hand rising and treading from your neck to your cheek; cupping it to allow his thumb to drag under your eye. “My pretty mess..” Armin dragged, leaning closer as his hand released your face, falling to his hips to tug down his sweats and boxers.

Your noses brushed together, your soft breaths fanning against his face. “Yours..” You murmured back, staring into his eyes. Such words brought a smile to his face, stealing your lips in another kiss while his tip brushed against your soaked slit.

Pushing you wider, Armin angled to slowly push inside, gripping your thigh the moment you tensed up. He pulled back from the kiss, forehead rested against your own. “Mm, don’t tense up; relax for me.. Just, relax.” He cooed softly, thumb tracing the stretch marks that littered your hips. With less effort he pushed all the way inside, praising you softly;

“Taking me so well, pretty.. such a good girl.” Armin spoke, chuckling at the small whine that escaped you. Pressing a gentle kiss to the space between your eyes, the vampire rose to rest on his hunches. He observed you closely, searching for any sign of restraint or discomfort. The moment he discovered neither, he was pulling his hips back until only the tip was inside.

Armin then plunged his hips forward, the wet sound echoing in the room; followed by your soft moan. His hands moved to your hips, starting a languid pace. Despite how good you felt around his throbbing length, you didn’t want to hurt him. Despite how sweet your moans were, he controlled himself in fear of harming you.

But, you were far from compliant with the current pace.

Your hips rose to meet a thrust, the action alone causing a moan to escape the both of you.

“N—need more, Min.. please.” Was the soft beg that escaped your slick lips, rocking your hips; watching the way his eyebrows creased and lip was caught under his fangs.

His restraint was dwindling with each roll of your hips, each sickeningly sweet plead that escaped your throat. Finally Armin’s inhibitions melted away, the slow; carful moans switching into fast snaps of his hips.

Your head landed against the plush cushions, crying out as your legs wrapped around his waist. He was drilling you into the mattress at this point, a harsh grip to keep you in place as he fucked you. A string of curses escaped you, gripping the towel underneath you as your feet bounced with each thrust.

Armin lowered, the new angle causing your swollen bud to brush against his pelvic area; the new sensation completely turning your brain into mush. The man enjoyed it all, glancing down at you in complete awe. You looked far too beautiful like this, far too—

“Perfect.. so fucking perfect— fu..fuck—“ The man hissed, pressing an arm above your head whilst the other grabbed your cheeks. “Look at me, princess.. that’s it, keep your eyes on me. Watch how well you take me.” His words were driving you deeper and deeper, your walls clenching as jumbled cries of his name escaped you.

“A—armin—!”

His eyes were rolling back at the call of his name, drilling into you as he leaned down to your neck. Between the harsh bouncing of your body his fangs sunk right through your skin, gripping you even closer the moment a shriek escaped you.

A guttural groan escaped Armin as he delved on your blood, hissing the moment you creamed all over his cock. Yet, his hips never stopped; continuing to ruin you, using his form to keep you laid out and open on the couch.

Your eyes were meeting your skull, lips parted as shameless noises leaped from your raw throat. Soon he let up, licking the wound from his fangs and moving to be face to face with you again.

“Taking me so good, princess— like your.. fu—fucking made for me, shit—“ Armin closed his eyes tight, feeling his orgasm build. Your velvety walls were clenching him so nicely, pulsing around his heavy length with each drag of his hips. His balls were slapping against your center, the wet strikes entering the room of sex and combined moans.

Tears trailed from your eyes, staining your brown, chubby cheeks as your hand carried to his hip. Despite the pleasure, the pain of another orgasm was approaching; your body writhing as you furiously shook your head. “Fuck, I— fuck, I can’t Min!” You whined out, breath bitching as a feverish kiss was placed to your forehead.

His face was close now, nose brushing your own as his lips ghosted your own. “You’ve been so good so far, don’t stop now sweet girl.” Armin hissed between clenched teeth, a hand falling from your hip between your conjoined bodies. The moment his fingers rubbed against your little bud you were arching, the vampire easily chasing your body to continue the harsh circles.

“Fuck, fuck! Armin—!”

“That’s it, baby.. let it out, don’t hold it.” The man coaxed softly, eyebrows creasing as he felt his own orgasm arriving. Armin watched intently as your stiffened, a drawn out cry of his name escaping you while making a complete mess of his lower half. “That’s my girl.. my good fucking girl.” He leaned to plant another kiss to your lips all while his hips never stopped their pace.

Soon enough, a harsh groan entered your mouth as he flooded you with his come; some spilling out from inside.

You pulled back from his lips for air, clinging to him with your eyes pinched closed. Your body was aching, you felt sweaty, and frankly gross— but you didn’t care. Not one bit.

A subtle whine escaped you the moment Armin pulled out from you, his gaze settled on his come escaping you. With a slow rub of his thumb against your skin, the man leaned to stamp a kiss right above your heart. “I’ll start the shower up.”

You watched as he stepped off the couch, moving to walk over to the bathroom— only for your voice to stop him.

“Armin.. those bottles in the fridge, they weren’t blood right?”

He looked at you for a long moment before a little grin pulled his features. “No. Just the ones in back. I knew you would pick from the front.”

With that Armin resumed his walk to the bathroom, leaving you there; feeling just a little stupid.

Well, at least you were right. Your good friend of two years turned roommate turned something more— was definitely a vampire.

REBLOGS & COMMENTS ARE APPRECIATED <3

[rrenzwrld]

can you do aot boys with an s/o thats obsessed with their muscles/asks to ser them flexing? ty! 💗💗💗

ofcccc bb!! <3 here’s some hcs for you!😌 (and i’m so sorry about the delay! these ap exams been whoopin my ass fr😬)

EREN

— he would definitely act dumb about it

— he’d purposefully wear revealing things around you knowing that you’d attach yourself to him and his arms whenever you’d get a chance

— he’d do stretches and stuff bc he knows his muscles are prominent and you’ll be eyeing him the whole time

— “whatcha lookin at baby?”

— like he knows he’s fine and he be playin with you fr

— like he’ll literally say things like “babe, do you think i need to work out more?” when he knows that the only reason he’s asking you is bc he knows you like to feel up on his arms.. his cocky ass

ARMIN

— now he’d actually be oblivious to the fact that you’re obsessed with his build bc he is a bit insecure and believes in room for improvement so he wouldn’t see why you’re so obsessed

— but if it’s hot or anything, he’ll wear tanks and stuff bc he’s hot but he isn’t aware that you’re distracted by his every move

— but if it’s colder outside and he throws on his lil turtleneck with a coat or something.. it’s over for you

— “your arms look great in that sweater, baby.” a blushing MESS

— he don’t even be getting the hints when you ask him to pick up boxes you know you can pick up yourself just to watch his biceps flex as you watch him carry it into the house

— but it’s cute and fun to watch him get all shy whenever you compliment him☺️

CONNIE

— oh he’s mad cocky

— he’ll be flexin around the house even if you don’t ask or anything just bc he knows he’s proud of his body

— and since he knows the effect he has on you, he’ll tease you about it.. a lot

— make you not even wanna compliment him sometimes but he be lookin too good to pass up

— “i look good, don’t i?”

— a lot of eye-rolling from you when he makes lewd jokes about everything that he’d use his arms for to do to you.. but that’s just foresight for what actually happens ;)

REINER

— he be extremely flattered that you find such an interest in his build that he worked so hard for, but he’d be a bit shy about it like armin

— sometimes you’d watch him through the window as he cuts the grass shirtless or with a tank and some shorts

— “were you watching me the whole time?”

— and his HUGS.. you love whenever he hugs you or comes behind you and wraps his strong arms around your waist like— you can melt right into them😌

— when you ask him to flex sometimes, he’s a little embarrassed but when you start squealing or hyping him up a small smile does appear on his face

JEAN

— he knows of the effect he has on you and sometimes he’ll act upon it on purpose and sometimes he won’t

— but when he does wanna tease you he’ll try on certain clothes and ask you how he looks in them knowing what he does to you

— “hey babe, do you think this shirt is too tight?” - “now, you know..”

— jean is perfectly fine with being cocky sometimes when it’s just the two of you but when he gets around other ppl and you’re bragging about how strong and muscular your boyfriend is.. he gets a little shy

— and when you wanna be a lil brat, he has no problem using the muscles you love so much to get you back in place ;)

[bunnisari]

ARMIN sits squished between the arm of the couch and your plump body. You’re sitting so close to him, his arm is practically in the engulfed by the division of your boobs. Your legs aren’t fully on his lap but hanging off. His eyes were red and low. He was definitely not in his element. You turned to check on him multiple times, to make sure his high was going good. Armin was no doubt a ‘good boy’ but you were trouble. And he liked that. A random Ice Spice song that Armin heard you play multiple times boomed through the speakers of the house. Armin could barely focus on his surroundings. Smoke clouded the air, the purple lighting making it no better. And the noise – it was so loud but he still heard you perfectly clear. All Armin could do was focus on you in his high state. Your pretty pretty eyes and gorgeous gorgeous smile. Everytime you turned to face him he got a whiff of your scent. You smelled so sweet, it was driving him crazy.

You shifted your body onto Armin’s lap, the action throwing him off guard. Your hand cupped around the blond’s neck, mindlessly rubbing back and forth.

Armin was now in heat, literally. “You wan’ another hit baby?” Your sweet voice rings out to him in an echo. Armin has never felt like this before, he wanted to fuck you hard. You and Armin haven’t made it to that stage yet, just simple oral. So to say he was nervous was an understatement.Armin takes a minute for your question to register, “Yeah” He slowly nods. You lazily smile at him, “You’re so cute” You compliment, watching the boy become even more flustered.

You inhaled from the joint your friends had passed to you, grabbing Armin’s chin before blowing the smoke out into his parted lips.

Armin immediately inhales, ignoring the urge to cough . You pull back, eyes low and red as you smile at him. You watched as he tried to chase your lips for a kiss.

After a few minutes of chatting with your friends, you can feel Armin shifting under you. You turn to look at him, seeing your boyfriend looking the most uncomfortable you’ve ever seen him.

You immediately fall into a state of worry, “Armin? Baby, you okay?” You start to move off of his lap only for him to grip your hips tightly, “No. No..No! I mean yes, i’m okay just…. don’t move please” He gulps and then you feel it.

His cock strained against his cargo pants, itching to burst through the fabric. Your ass was sitting right on it. You tilt your head to the side, acting clueless as you slowly grind your hips on his lap.

You hear him wince out, gripping your waist with all his might to hold you in place.

“L-let’s go home” He rushes out. “But why ‘min? I’m having so much fun” You use those eyes on him, your glossed lips settling into a pout that has Armin ready to absolutely devour you.

“I…I wanna fuck you…so bad, please?” He whines right back at you, his hands slowing moving you around on his lap.

“I wanna fuck you so hard” His head goes to rest on your shoulder , his eyes tearing up with frustration.

“Of course ‘min” You feel so bad, for completely corrupting him and for the horny daze the weed put on him. “I’ll let you fuck me”

[br4tphobia]

2:06 in the morning. + armin a

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ details + Toxic! Armin Arlert x Black!Fem reader, you and armin are agruing bc he came home late and he apologizes by fucking u good 💖 another toxic relationship, makeup sex, small argument, fluff, smut, missionary, p in v, praise, mutual orgasms, dirty talk, unprotected sex (wear condoms kidz!), pussy drunk armin🤭, profanity, and toxic armin💕

✧˖*° vals note!! + had to show my babygirl some love💗

you sigh, the sound of your acrylics tapping on your phone twice, checking the time, it was 2:06 in the morning. getting more irritated by the hour “where the fuck is this lil boy..” you question yourself, starting to think the worst. your train of thoughts are broken by the sound if the locks unlocking, knowing it was armin. hearing the door open and close back, footsteps getting closer. he opened the door to see you, looking you up and down. he walks towards you, going in for a kiss.

you swerve out of his way, pissed off at how late he came home. “you wanna come home at 2 in the damn mornin and try to kiss me??” giving him a stank face “u done lost yo damn mind..”

“dont start this right now y/n..” rolling his eyes as he backs up. giving u space.

“the fuck you mean ‘dont start this’?? u expect me to be all over you after being out all night!?” raising your voice at him, using your hands to speak.

“i didnt say that, did i?” staring at him like he was crazy, returning your stare, staring at you with his low eyes over your attitude. your yelling being toned out as he examines your body, feeling his pants getting tighter. “fuck..” he mumbled. zoning back into reality after seeing you storm off and slamming the door. he sighed, sitting on the bed giving u a few minutes before going after you.

opening the door, walking up behind you. gripping your waist pushing your ass on his boner, kissing and sucking on your neck. “cmon ma..u cant be mad at me forever. i love you and you know that..” folding at his choices of words, not trying to show it tho. “min..” you silently whined, failing to act tough. giving into him, moving your neck at a certain angle so he can get better access to your neck. pushing back into him, grinding onto him from behind, earning a grunt from armin.

“im sorry, babe..” he apologized, responding with a quick “mhm” focusing on your pleasure. being swept off your feet unexpectedly, being carried to the bedroom. opening the door and kicking it closed with his foot. walking over to the bed and laying you down, holding the back of your head just for empathy. “strip f’me” he demanded, watching you intensely. doing as he says holding eye contact with him, about to take off your panties and stops you.

climbing ontop of you, gripping your jaw and connecting his lips with yours, his needy hands roaming around every curve of your body snd your tongues fight for dominance, he easily won, groaning into his mouth, his face heating up. he pulled away from the heated kiss, trying to catch his breath. your inner thights getting slick with the friction he was causing by grinding his knee on your clit.

sliding his hand inside your underwear, gasping at the sudden intrusion. two fingers pumping in and out of you, “mm.. armin..!” bucking your hips on his fingers. begging for something more than that. “please.. baby" you whined as he curls his fingers inside of your throbbing pussy. "please what? tell me what u want babe." catching a glimpe of his lips turning up, he knew what you wanted, he just wanted to hear it.

covering your eyes with your forearm, “fuck me..” covering your eyes with your forearm in embarrassment. grinding your heat onto his fingers.

“what was that? i didnt hear you.” he said, his tone laced in seduction and tease.

“fuck me..! i want you so bad…” hearing a small laugh from him, uncovering your eyes as he unfastens his pants and moving your soaked panties to the side. lining his tip at the entrance, without hesitation he slid in with ease. gasping at his size, no matter how many times u guys fucked u never got used to it.

wincing at the stretch, holding hands with armins "i know..im sorry." he whispered sweetly, sinking deep into you his tip kissing your cervix.

he started moving, his thick cock thrusting into you slow and sensually. "you fuckin me so g-good baby.." you wrap your arms around his neck as both of your lips intertwine, tongues dancing together. he pulls away kissing and sucking on your neck, leaving all kinds of love marks all over you, knowing your gonna have trouble covering it for work. “fuckk..this pussy so good..” he groaned as he buries his head in your neck, still thrusting hard but painfully slow. “faster..please” you beg, wanting more.

he quickens his pace, more noises slipping through both of your mouths. no one could ever make you feel this good, no one ever will. "ouu shit baby..." playing with the hairs on his nape, rolling his hips into you. stroking you deep, hitting that one spot inside of you. “a-armin..right there..!” your pretty lips moaning out, sounds that wouldnt leave his head.

he angled his hips higher, hitting that spot deeper and better, moving his hand down to your clit, rubbing it in unknown shapes. you arch your back into him from the overwhelming pleasure. “oh fuck..! arminn...” he grabbed one leg, raising it on his shoulder. ramming into you. small moans passing through his tongue, rolling his head back in pure euphoria.

“fuck baby..inside.. i wanna feel a-all of you..” panting, trying to calm down from your recent orgasm. the sound of squelching and skin slapping soon came to a stop. "oh f-fuck.." feeling his warm nut inside of you.

releasing over his stomach unexpectedly, moaning out and tears threaten to spill. feeling his cock twitch inside of you. “ ‘m gonna cum.. hah.. where here do you w-want it..” speeding up his pace even more. eager to cum.

humming as he pulls out, watching his seed leak from you. his arms clinging to you, kissing your cheek. “im sorry baby..” he whispered, desperate for forgiveness. “its ok.. dont pull that shit again..”

"i wont..i swear."

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[euaphora]

AND I WONDER IF YOU KNOW.. | {part two!}

✎ᝰ perv!armin x reader

Folding your panties and bathing suit pieces, you notice a polka dot pair is gone. You shake it off , maybe you had forgot to put it in your dirty basket. You continue as you keep folding your belt-sized skirts and hum to the music playing from your AirPods.

First it was one pair, then it was another. You were so confused on why your panties kept disappearing. You had always taken extra good care of them, since they were so expensive. Usually being $40 a piece. You liked spoiling yourself from time to time when you could, so this really started pissing you off.

Instead of complaining to the people in charge, you wanted to find out who was behind this, who was stealing your panties. It would happen occasionally too. Even when you weren’t doing laundry. It would happen right in your own home. You had left a pair in the bathroom floor last night, coming back from practice you went straight to the showers. As you step in, you turn back and realize the ones you left yesterday were gone.

There was no way you were tripping. You started freaking out a bit because you didn’t even gone down to the laundry mat because you were completely exhausted last night.

A week later, the same thing happens. Maybe some girl liked them, that still didn’t give her any right. So you decided to catch her. She could go buy her own. You place your basket on top of the washer and you wait behind one of the big washers. Hearing footsteps, you quickly duck down and peak your head out.

A boy with blonde hair carefully walks inside and looks into your basket. Before even being able to confront him, he grabs them and puts them close to his nose, scrunching them. He takes a deep breathe and exhales. He smiles to himself and starts putting them inside his pocket.

“What do you think your doing? Are you the one that has been stealing my panties?” You say exiting you hiding spot. So it had been a boy? Even worse. He doesn’t turn around though. “I’m talking to you, perv! Aren’t you going to answer me?” You pull on him, he turns around and faces you now.

“Armin?!?” You say as your eyes widen and your hand flying to your mouth. The guy that had been tutoring you for a couple weeks now? There was no way. “I-I-I can explain I just..I don’t know how.” He looks down at your panties in his hand, ready for you to call him every name in the book. God, he was so embarrassed.

You cross your arms, waiting for a response. He doesn’t say anything though. You scoff at him in disgust and grab your panties from his hand. You place it on your basket and start heading out. You stop, turn around, reaching for the same ones he was holding. “Armin.” You say behind him. He slowly turns around, think you will laugh at him for being a pervert. Or for stealing from you. You grab his arm and put your panties back in his hand.

“I better get those other pairs back, you hear me?” You tell him with a strict voice. He rapidly shakes his head and smiles. You smile back and give him a quick kiss. “You could have just asked me during one of our tutoring sessions.”

[jjkeremika]

talk down to me

armin arlet x fem!reader (NSFW)

armin likes when you talk down to him. interestingly enough, it seems to be a kink reserved for you.

you assumed it was something his ex manipulated him into. you’ve met his ex-girlfriend, the one with the emotionless expression and the beady eyes, the one who looked like she wanted to punch you when you ran into her once. it wouldn’t have surprised you if she had been the one to belittle him in bed, antagonize and shame the bright minded man; the one who must have convinced him it was something he deserved, feeling shameful and alone.

but instead it was the change in your tone, the lower octave reserved for when you tsked him, when he said the wrong things and made the wrong choices.

“armin,” you started, hands on your hips, feet solid on the floor, staring at him with a new light in your eyes—brighter than polaris in the night sky. “in the nicest way, are you stupid? what were you thinking?” you asked him in that disapproving tone, the not good enough attitude. “were you even thinking? that was really bad, armin, you could get in serious trouble for that.”

the corner of his mouth twitched subtly, threatening a smile as his brain sent a signal to his heart, ordered his dick to hoard the blood supply, to double its size.

“stupid for you,” was all he said, his eyes shadowing with an unmet need and a newly unveiled desire. his hands moved to his own neck, started tugging on and removing his tie.

you thought nothing of it. “no, clearly you’re just stupid. intelligent, but crazy stupid. you could be killed! erwin and levi don’t stop at just imprisoning traitors.” you shifted uncomfortably at the thought of losing armin, felt your heart stop at having called your kind, loving, loyal boyfriend a traitor (which, he was technically a traitor to the scouts, selling secrets to the military police, but, still).

armin’s hands reached for his belt, easily slid it off as he spoke, “call me stupid again.” he dropped the belt to the floor, took a step towards you. “im serious, y/n. call me stupid. dumb. incompetent.” he pulled his shirt off by the collar, his tasteful developing abs on display, his trained yet relatively thin physique salivatingly appetizing. his warm hand cupped your cheek. “i want you to.”

“minnie, i, i don’t know,” you stuttered, the foreign idea unsettling, and he smiled eagerly at the endearing nickname.

“baby, please.” he pressed a slow, light kiss to each cheek. “you usually speak of me so highly.” he kissed your forehead and nose. “but i like when you’re above me.” he knelt onto the ground, his hands coming up to and caressing your thighs. “in more ways than one.”

his mouth started trailing up your exposed thighs, each kiss tickling and evoking a giggle. he sucked on the spot below your shorts, biting at the fabric and moving his hands to hold onto the waistband.

he pressed his mouth to your covered crotch, the fabric uncomfortable on his tongue but the smell of you peeking through was divine.

you felt his smirk at your airy chuckle. “oh, min, baby,” you moaned softly, one hand running through his hair while the other rested on his shoulder.

“come on, baby, please,” he pleaded, lightly biting at your crotch, a new and awkward and intriguing sensation given the protection of the fabric.

“too stupid to undo my pants?” you asked unsurely with a red blush, feeling the uncomfortable heat building inside as you acclimated to this new role he wanted you to play.

he looked up at you with the widest, brightest smile and the most dilated, sultry eyes you’ve ever seen. on anyone. and you’ve seen the way eren gawks at mikasa. that means something.

“oh fuck yeah, baby, thank you.”

you smiled as his hands started playing with the button on your shorts, pulling the zipper down and swiftly slipping the shorts off. his mouth connected with your underwear-covered crotch, just above your lips, his open mouth covering your clit to the tip of the short hairs.

“oh, baby,” you admonished, your hands tightening in his hair, “use that pretty head, love, the panties come off too.” you were breathing with an open mouth. your stomach was churning as your brain struggled to find what to say, what dirty talk he’ll respond to.

he did what you told, and you purred out a soft, “good boy. so so good. learn so well all things considered.”

he chortled and smiled against your clit, the vibration sending shivers up your spine, settling the nervousness at being good for him, at being enough for him, at titillating him to completion.

“start thinking of punishments for me, love,” his voice, muffled from his position against your groin, sounded through your ears, “because i’m about to cum so fucking fast.”

[jinniesluna]

MANDARIN PEEL

Hellooooo! I understand that it has been a very, very, very long time since I last posted and I am not dead! A lot has been happeneing in my life and so I have been preoccupied. However, I am here with a piece that has been in my drafts for months 0_0

To make things very clear, I do not condone cheating or disloyalty of any kind, this is simply fiction and for entertainment purposes.

Also I do not have any specific reason as to why it is called Mandarin peels, it was just the first title that came to mind.

Warnings - sub!Armin, dom!reader, modern! Au, college!au, cheating, 

Summary - A game of strip spin the bottle sparks a little lustful attraction towards you, one that Armin swears is harmless. Little does he know, you harbour the same lustful attraction, the only problem is; Armin has a girlfriend.

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Lust. That's all it was, Armin swore. Just a small lustful crush that had no meaning and no deeper attraction, or connection.  

The first time Armin noticed this 'lust crush' was the night -three months ago - at Jean's party. Everyone - including his girlfriend and you - in the main friend group was gathered in a close circle, an empty beer bottle in the middle. Initially Armin thought this was going to be a silly game of spin the bottle with the traditional rules but no. It was a game Ymir made up; ask a question and then spin the bottle to see who answers it. If you refuse to answer then you have to take off a piece of clothing. That last part had Armin internally squealing and he would've up and left if his girlfriend hadn't begged him to play. You sat across from Armin and his girlfriend, your posture calm, collected and nonchalant despite the potential stripping. 

"Okay, who's going first?" Ymir claps her hands together and looks around expectantly. 

"I will," it's Connie who speaks first, a playful glint in his eyes. He's clearly drunk which means he has absolutely no filter or sense of boundaries. 

"State your question, then spin the bottle," Ymir repeats the rules and then leans back against the couch.

"Would you rather eat a bowl or Eren's toenails or a bowl of Jean's beard hair," he's trying hard to contain his laughter and complete the ridiculous question.

Everyone groans and complains about him not taking it seriously.

"Connie, that doesn't count. You miss a turn now," Ymir waves a hand at a whining Connie dismissively.

"What? Not fair, that was a serious question, a good question too!" Connie's words fall on deaf ears as everyone ignores him.

"Okay, I'll go," it's Eren. His hand brings the joint up to his lips, inhaling for a few seconds before exhaling a cloud of smoke that twirls and dances in the purple led light. It almost looked like a dream - a hazy, lilac dream.

"Would you rather fuck Connie or Jean," everyone could always count on Eren to cut straight to the juicy questions, he prides himself on his bluntness. Now everyone giggles, aside from Connie and Jean who protest and blush profusely. Eren's hand void of the joint reaches down and grips the cold bottle, giving it a quick spin. The tension and excitement grabs the room by the throat as everyone leans in closer to watch the bottle spin round and round, holding their breaths as it passes them. Armin watches as the bottle catches the light of the led's. Purple, pink, red, green. He watches mesmerised, amused even. Only when he hears everyone laughing and Jean cheering does he realise the question had already been answered, who by, he doesn't know. Next to Eren is Sasha, who is bouncing around on the ground excitedly. 

"Yay, my turn! Okay, okay, are you a sub or a dom?" The question prompts a few snickers from around the group. Nearly everyone knew the other's preferences. The only ones who remained a secret were Armin's, Eren's, Mikasa's and your preference. However, everyone had an idea of yours, since they've previously heard - on more than one occasion- the desperate pleas coming from boys that followed you into bathrooms and empty rooms at parties. But it had yet to be confirmed.

Sasha leaned forward and spun the bottle. Now, Armin focused on the movement, awaiting who it would force to reveal their secrets or their body.

As the bottle slowed, everyone cowered back until it came to a halt. You.

The bottle's reflective nature encapsulated the pink hues emitted from the led lights as it pointed a demanding finger at you.  

Seeing that it landed on you, Armin gulped, curiosity churning in his stomach. 

"Oh shit, you gotta answer Y/N, or take that pretty shirt off," Ymir mused, hand taking the joint from Eren.

You sat there, nonchalant as you played with the fraying edges of the rug underneath you. 

"Easy. Dom." The confidence, authority and conviction in your tone had Armin shivering. Thoughts of you demanding him around flooded his intoxicated mind.

"Fuck, really? You're a dom?" Connie drunkenly slurs, body leaning toward you.

"I could've told you that," Eren breathes out as he reaches for the joint again. 

"Damn, that's kinda hot." Connie mutters under his breath, which is no use because everyone hears.

"Do you like, like, peg guys?" You're sure sober Connie would be absolutely horrified at what drunk Connie is asking.

"Hey, hey, you can only ask one question!" Ymir speaks up.

"I don't mind, really," you shrug your shoulders to further prove your point.

"Yeah, I'm curious too. Are you like a hardcore dom? Do you spank your subs? Or step on them? Oh, do they call you mommy?" Sasha rumbles next to you. You simply smile in amusement.

Conversely, Armin sits tense across the rug from you. He couldn't believe his ears. The thought of you: kind, sweet and seemingly innocent doing such lewd and kinky things has Armin squeezing his thighs together. 

"Yeah, I do a bit of everything. Depends on the mood, depends on the sub," your tone is casual, like you're simply discussing the weather or school work, not your sexual preferences. 

"Of course you have a mommy kink," Eren rolls his eyes as he takes another drag from the burning joint. 

Your leg swipes Eren's in retaliation, but your actions lack any real anger or aggression. 

"Okay, next question." 

Even as people are revealing incredibly kinky secrets and removing articles of clothing, Armin couldn't stop thinking about what you had said. You're a dom. A dom. With a mommy kink. The thought makes Armin's jeans a little tighter. Armin had never pondered sub and dom dynamics before, he simply assumed leadership with his girlfriend. But imagining being under you, begging and crying, makes his heart beat faster and his hands weirdly clammy. 

The round concludes with nearly everyone half naked and blushing at their confessions. Ymir kicks off the next round, asking a more PG question, to which Historia has to answer. 

Once it's Eren's turn again he thinks for a brief moment, before nodding.

"Who in this group would you want to fuck?" He spins it and everyone watches it continuously rotate, catching the ever changing led colours making it appear like a disco ball.

It comes to a stop, pointing right at you. A few "oooohs" are howled. Armin's heart stops as you immediately look up and lock eyes with him. The rest of your face gives nothing away, but your eyes tell a different story. They reflect the look of a predator locking its focus on prey. A deep, feral hunger that makes Armin want to close his eyes, look away. But he can't. It pins him down and forces him to return the eye contact. You raise your eyebrow at him, sending a silent message that he can't quite decipher. 

"Are you gonna answer or strip?" 

Only now do you break eye contact with a blushing Armin. There's a hesitant pause from you, then you take a quick glance at Armin, then his girlfriend.

"I'll strip," you conclude.

"Noooo, I wanted to know who you would want to dom out of us!" Sasha dramatically exclaims. 

Armin watches in awe, and lust, as your hands slide down your torso and rest on the hem of your shirt. You keep your eyes straight as you lift it up over your head to reveal your breast clad in a lacy black bra.

"Goddamn," Sasha's jaw drops at the sight before her. "No wonder you make boys call you mommy, look at them," Sasha's comments provoke several laughs from around the circle. Armin struggles to focus. The sight directly in front of him had him hard. He brung his knees up to his chin to try and conceal it. 

"Holy shit, I would totally sub for you," Connie slurs, his body slightly swaying from side to side. 

"Shut the fuck up, Connie," Ymir exclaims, a pillow colliding with poor Connie. 

"What! You can't tell me you wouldn't sub for her either," Connie points an accusatory finger at Ymir, to which she blushes and looks away.

Despite the loud banter and dull hum of the bass in the back, Armin cannot pull his mind away from two things. 1) imagining you domming him, and 2) your breasts, which he takes several guilty glances at. 

Later that night on the drive home, Armin's girlfriend sat beside him revising everyone's secrets. 

"And, oh my god, Y/N is a dom? Who would've thought. Although, you gotta admit that's kinda weird. A female being the dom, like who would find a subby male attractive? It's so weird." Armin grips the steering wheel tighter, cowering lower into his seat as he keeps his eyes focused on the road ahead. After he dropped her off at her apartment, he sped home and made a beeline for the bathroom. Armin hates to admit it, and never will out loud, but he came so hard in the shower to the thought of you. And again the next day, and the next and nearly every day after that party. 

Which brings Armin to the predicament that he finds himself in. Locked in the upstairs bathroom with you at a party. 

Stupid drunk Connie, thought it would be funny to push you and Armin in the bathroom - with the door with the broken lock - after he saw Armin oogling you all night. 

"Thank me later," he yelled against the wood before his loud footsteps could be heard stumbling away. You leaned against the counter, arms folded as you watched a panicked Armin pace back and forth. 

"What if we're stuck in here all night? It's possible that no one will come up here, plus they won't be able to hear us over the music," he rambled on and on, to which you didn't interrupt, just simply let him tire himself out. 

After six continuous minutes of rumbling and pacing, Armin finally came to a stop. 

"Finished now, Min?" He visibly tensed after hearing the nickname. He felt as if he was about to start up again, but not because you were both locked in the bathroom, but because now he's noticing every little detail about you. The sweet perfume wafting off of you, your tight - and short - dress that hugs every curve of your body. But the thing that makes Armin gulp and pants tighter, is the hungry look in your eyes. 

"S-sorry," is all he can weakly stumble out. A tense silence creeps in, threatening to swallow Armin alive. 

"So where's (Armin's girlfriend's name)?" The mention of his girlfriend snaps him out of his lustful trance and back to reality.

"She's home sick. Flu." You nod in recognition.

"She's a nice girl. Kind, sweet, pretty," you speak casually, no malice or fakeness in your words. However, Armin still stands on defence, tense with the subject matter.

"But I guess she does have one flaw." You stop playing with the necklace hung around your neck to look straight into Armin's eyes.

"What is that?" 

A brief look of hesitation crosses your face, but as you notice the way Armin is subconsciously moving closer, breath heavy, you smirk and continue.

"She doesn't fuck you like the whore you are." 

Armin all but screams at your lewd and bold statement. 

"W-what are you talking about? Why would you say that?" 

You push off the counter and Armin stumbles back from where he's standing as you come closer to him.

"Because I know a subby slut when I see one, Min. I see the way you squirm when someone bosses you around. I saw you getting hard, right next to your girlfriend, when I said I was a dom. And I saw the way you blushed when I called you a whore just now."

Armin feels panicked as his secrets are revealed. His eyes dart around, focusing on the broken door, probably wondering if he could kick it down if he tried hard enough. 

"And I would like to give it to you. Give you the treatment you want and need," you lean in closer to him to whisper the next part, "and fuck you like the desperate whore that you are." A shiver pulses through Armin at your words.

"However, I won't because you have a girlfriend. And as much as I want to fuck the life out of you, I can't do that to (Armin's gf's name)." Armin visibly deflated with disappointment. He's conflicted, he really is. He has been dating his current girlfriend since high school, yeah she constantly degraded him - and not in the way Armin likes - but she often made him feel worthless and unloved. Like he was weird and wouldn't be loved by anyone else. Like he was nothing. But ever since he met you he's felt so much: happiness, excitement, purpose, lust. You took the time to get to know him, to listen to what he had to say and reassure him that his opinions mattered. This is when Armin realises that this growing feelings towards you were much more than lust, he liked you. Like really, really liked you. 

"I-I want," he inhaled a deep breath, trying to prepare himself for what he was about to say, about to allow. 

"I want you to show me." Finally his eyes meet yours. You stare at him surprised and wary, hesitant.

"Are you sure? You know once this happens, we can't undo it, right?" 

"I know. But, I-I really like you. Like, I like, like you and I have for a while now, you just make me really happy and like I matter and -" 

"Armin, hey, it's okay I get it. I really like you too." The surprised and relieved look on his face makes you laugh. 

"You do? Like more than a friend, and more than you know, lust," his cheeks heat up in embarrassment.

"Yes, Armin. I like you, more than a friend and more than just lust. I like you, romantically." 

There's a knowing silence. A waiting game. To see who dives in first. It seems Armin is able to exercise patience better than you as you are first to crack. One hand is instantly around the back of his neck, pulling him in for a kiss that quite literally takes his breath away. Armin hums a weak moan as you pull on the strands of hair at the back of his neck. The vacant hand travels down his chest, brushing over his perked nipples through his thin shirt, eliciting a delectable moan from him, and you make a mental note to lavish his pretty nipples later. You pull away from his lips only to lightly sink your teeth into his bottom lip. Armin's hips roll forward to try to gain friction, a pretty whine being pulled from the back of his throat. 

Your lips press open, mouth kisses down his jaw, neck and you suck down on the spot that has Armin shivering. 

"P-please, gimme more, please I've waited so long," 

Armin feels you smirk against his sensitive skin, before placing one last kiss on the spot.

"Are you getting impatient, pretty boy?" 

Armin profusely blushes at the petname. Your hand slides down his chest and rubs over his hard cock.

"Wow, you're already this hard just from kissing? You really are a whore, aren't you, baby?" The smile on your face is sweet, almost condescending. 

Your hands unzip Armin's jeans and pull them down, along with his underwear, just enough to expose his leaking cock. Armin lets out a high pitched whine as the cold air makes contact with his exposed skin. As soon as your hand grabs his cock, Armin's knees buckle and he has to grip onto the counter to keep himself up. 

"F-fuck, oh god, I'm not gonna last long, I'm sorry, I'm sorry," his voice turns unrecognisable, to both you and Armin, as it rises in pitch and comes out in quick breaths. 

"That's okay, baby. Just enjoy it while it last ,yeah?" You slide down onto your knees infront of Armin. His breath catches in his throat at the realisation. He was fine with a simple hand job, but the fact that you're starting to lean forward, tongue out flat, ready to catch the leaking pearls of his precum has Armin short circuiting. He braces himself for contact, praying he doesn't cum in three seconds.

Your wet tongue licks warm circles around his tip, right hand stroking him while your left fondles his heavy balls. Armin cannot think straight, his mind clouding with lust and you. You. You, who begins to bob your head up and down, cheeks hallowing to suck him in, deep. The pleasure is intense and Armin slaps a hand over his mouth to muffle the loud whines and curses spilling from his mouth.

"F-fuck, feels s-so good," his eyes roll back as you dip your tongue into his slit. 

An idea strikes you as Armin fixates on your breast. You pull away, to Armin's despair, and unzip your dress pulling it down to expose your breast. Armin's cock twitches at the sight and a thick string of precum trickles out of his tip. Your hands proceed to reach behind you and unclip your bra. You unravel it from yourself and place it next to you on the ground. Now Armin is using all of his control to not cum on the spot. He squirms as you sit up on your knees and take his cock between your breast.

"Oh god, n-no, no, please. I'll cum too soon, please," he tries to plead with you, but the hungry look on your face tells him they are futile.

"Cum when you want, pretty. I don't mind," then you squeeze your breast together, trapping Armin's cock between them. Armin lets out a loud moan, borderline scream, as you start moving up and down. The sight of his cock disappearing and re-emerging between your breast is overwhelming. Armin drapes his arm over his eyes to conceal the erotic sight before him, fearing it will make him cum on the spot. The feeling of your soft breasts engulfing his cock is nearly unbearable, but once he feels your tongue lick his tip he screams out. 

"I'm cumming, oh god, I'm gonna cum, I'm sorry," his head falls back, deep breaths escaping his parted lips. You watch as Armin's chest heaves, you see his thighs shaking and it brings a satisfied smirk to your face. 

"Cum for me, baby," as soon as the words leave your mouth, Armin is convulsing with such intensity, you fear he's gonna topple over. 

He shudders under the intense look in your eyes as you stick your tongue out to catch the cum that spurts out of his red tip. Thick strings of Armin's cum paints your breast white. Your finger comes up to swirl it around your nipples, before scooping it up to lick off. 

"F-fuck," that encourages Armin's cock to get painfully hard again. You rise up and Armin pushes forward to catch your lips in a desperate, frenzied kiss. 

"Please let me taste you," he pleads, eyes full with a lustful desperation.

"Where, baby?" You already know the answer but you love to see Armin squirm.

Armin is hesitant to be forward in his answer but his desperation gets the better of him. 

"Please, let me taste your pussy."

You smile and bring your hand to his chin, he nuzzles into your hand. The look of his face, the absolute devotion and need to please you has your core dripping.

"How could I say no when you look so pretty begging?" You lift yourself up on the counter and pull your underwear down, letting it fall to the ground infront of Armin. 

Instantly, Armin drops to his knees and places one hand carefully on each of your knees. 

He looks up at you one last time to ensure he has your permission.

"Go for it, pretty," Armin is quick to dive in, tongue eagerly lapping away at your wet folds. He moans into your pussy, eyes rolling back at being completely smothered by you. You moan out as Armin zeros in on your sensitive clit, alternating between sucking it and flicking it with his tongue. 

"Aaah, just like that, baby," your hand snakes into his hair and lightly pulls at it. This encourages Armin as his efforts increase tenfold, humming against your clit. Armin's hand comes up and he slowly slides a slender finger in. The way your thighs shudder against his head tell him that you enjoy it. He adds another finger, scissoring the two in and out while his tongue spells his name against your clit. Armin's fingers curl as he pushes them as deep as they can go, this action elicts a loud moan out of you. Armin nearly cums at the sound, hard cock throbbing between his legs. His hand hovers over his leaking cock, but he never strokes it - despite how he so desperately wants to. 

"Go ahead  baby boy, stroke your pretty cock while you eat me out," your hand pats his head in encouragement and confirmation.

Armin complies, hand quick to tease his cock. The pleasure causes Armin to let out a long whine, the vibrations elevating your own pleasure. 

"Fuck, baby, keep going. A-aah, you're gonna make me cum," your thighs quiver around Armin's head, voice rising in pitch and volume as he takes your clit into his mouth and sucks hard. His hand increases in speed, hips weakly thrusting up into his tight fist. 

"Armin, I'm cumming, aahh," Armin feels your walls clench around his fingers as you cum with a pleasurable moan. The lewd sounds you make send Armin hurderling towards a second orgasm. He ensures to work you through your orgasm, gently sucking on your clit as he shakes through his own orgasm. 

Armin doesn't stop until your hand pulls him away from your oversensitive clit by his hair. The look on his face almost makes you laugh, glossy eyes, rosy cheeks and your juices dripping from his lips and chin. He looks completely fucked out. 

"Are you okay, pretty?" It takes a few seconds for Armin to process your words, but once he does, he weakly nods his head.

You laugh and lightly slap his cheek. This causes a low whine from Armin. You raise your eyebrow at him at the discovery. 

"You are just full of surprises, aren't you?" You reach your hands down to help Armin up from the cold tiled ground. His legs jiggle slightly as he leans against the counter for support. Armin's eyes look down at where his cock and your pussy are mere inches from each other. His breathing picks up again as he imagines pushing his cock into your tight walls. 

"What is it, baby?" Your hand caresses his cheek, forcing him to look at you.

Armin is hesitant to voice his needs, not wanting to overstep with you.

"You can tell me, Armin," your thumb gently rubs back and forth on his cheek.

This gives Armin the confidence he needs as he clears his throat to speak.

"C-can I, I mean c-can we, u-umm-," you press a kiss to his lips.

"Do you want to fuck me, baby boy?" 

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okayyyy, that concludes part one to Armin's fanfic.

Again, I apologise for being gone and inactive for so long. I am still working on part three to my Eren piece, but I will ensure to get that finished and uploaded soon! Pinky promise.

Anyways, enjoy this piece and part two will be up sometime in the near future.

Have a good day or night <3