#armin drabble

[lixiemissexotic]

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.

[dabisbratz]

CRYBABY — armin arlert x male reader

w.c: 2.5k

genitalia terms: cock, hole, dick

WARNING: humiliation, dirty talk, impact play (face slapping, spanking), edging, restraints (spreader-bar, undisclosed hand restraints), degradation, subspace, sadism, bottom reader, specific body type (taller/bigger than armin, other than that nonspecific!), amab reader. CHECK REBLOGS.

“To be fair, you’re pretty girly, Armin,” Hange chirps, wrapping their arm around Armin’s shoulders with a sly grin. Their hair swings over their face, a dark shadow casting over their gaze. His striking blue eyes watch in amusement as the rest of the Survey Corps nods along in agreement. Truthfully, he doesn’t mind the speculations, albeit a little strange how interested his coworkers are in his sex life, he can’t blame them for being so interested when he has a boyfriend like you. Plus, he’s come quite far from how he used to be— his hair is shorter, cheeks less rounded out by babyfat, shoulders broad and square. He doesn’t need to prove anything. “You let a big rock like that push you around every night?”

The blond coughs into his fist, squeezing his big, cerulean eyes shut to stifle a laugh. You’re much taller than Armin, even on a bad day, with a permanent glare in your eyes. You’d make mountains shrink if they could, with your piercing gaze. Even as you trail behind your boyfriend like a puppy, they see nothing but a guard dog, its canines bared and sharp and dangerous. Your intensity almost surpasses Levi’s, even if they were too scared to admit it.

But it means nothing when you’re under him.

You look up at him like he means the world, glassy eyes blinking against crystal tears as he pushes his cock deeper down your throat and forces you to gag on it. Your eyes roll, drool falling down your chin and down your chest that he loves to squeeze and fondle. You’re such a good boy, the way you writhe and squirm with every orgasm of yours he ruins— just thinking about it makes his dick harden in his cargos.

Armin tugs at the collar of his shirt with his index finger, bending the fabric absentmindedly. His comrades snicker at his flustered display, and the hard smacks to his back lurching him forward, back and forth.

“Bet he really makes you his—“

“… bitch, huh?” His voice is fuzzy in your ears, sweet and tantalizing as rope digs into your wrists. Your legs are bent, knees reaching your head as a spreader-bar holds your thighs wide open. Your back is pressed into Armin’s small mattress, which dips and sinks under your weight. No matter where you turn, you’re consumed in Armin’s warmth, his soft hands roaming along your naked body. He lets you whine, your head lulling back and forth as you knit your eyebrows together.

“Huh…? M’sorry.. m’sorry,” You pant, not quite sure what you’re apologizing for, probably because you’ve lost your train of thought, because you couldn’t hear what filthy things he was saying because he’s fucking you stupid.

“Oh, honey,” The blond's voice is coated in just that, sweetness dripping from his tongue as he grips your cock tight, thumbing the slit and smearing precum all over the head. The bars at your knees stop you from bucking your hips, as he squeezes the base of your cock the second you start to pulse a little too much. “Such a dumb whore. What happened to my big, smart boy?”

Degradation. You love to hear it, especially from Armin’s lips. If you thought too much about it, had it whispered in your ear until your brain melted, you could cum from that alone. Your cock throbs in his hand, as he spits down on it with a quiet ‘p’tuh’ and grins as you shudder. The wetness of his saliva feels too good, too warm against his skin as your rut and flex in his hand. “Mm, your cock is so pretty. Too bad it’s useless.”

You try to fuck into it, chase the feeling that has you wailing, writhing in your restraints and struggling to kick your legs. It’s too much, the squelching in your ears as Armin’s warm breath pans lower and lower down your chest, your abdomen, closer to your throbbing, needy dick. He sighs, open mouthed and breathy, watching your cock jump in retaliation— nearly out his hand. Nonetheless his grip tightens, pumping uppp and dooown, smearing precum until it covers your cock in a thin, shiny and tempting layer. You moan between your teeth, eyes glued on his skinny fingers milking you for all your worth.

“Feel good?” Armin grumbles against your thigh, voice hoarse as he stares down at your weeping cock. With a jumbled moan you nod frantically, toes curling as he twists his fist around your sensitive head and— fuck, you’re cumming. Your eyes roll back, body clenched as a thick rope—

“Aht. Whose cock is this?” Armin’s hand is quickly tightening around the base of your dick cutting off whatever orgasm you were about to feel, whatever ropes of cum that were supposed to spray across your thighs, your stomach, maybe your chin.

“Wh- wai’… waitwait..wha—” You’re stunned, stammering and stumbling over your words as your brain fails to connect the dots of what just happened.

“Answer me, boy,” And— oh. That’s his commander voice, the one he only ever uses in battle. A shiver runs down your spine as you reluctantly make eye contact with your boyfriend, his blue eyes suddenly gunmetal gray. Like a broken record, you whimper, shaking your head and babbling our apologies when, really, you have nothing to be sorry for. “Hush. Just answer the question.”

“S’yours, Ari,” You breathe, big thighs flexing against his hand. One more time, a little more confident you moan: “S’yours.”

“That’s right. That means you cum when I say,” When he pushes an impossibly long finger into your hole you’re done for, mewling as you flutter around him. Even with such a drastic size difference your hole is tight and grips him like a vice, swallowing his finger in and begging for more. His finger slides out slowly, a sharp contrast in the sudden smack straight to your winking hole. You jump, moaning high in your throat as your eyes flutter closed. “Fuck, just one finger stretching this pretty hole like it’s nothing. You want more, baby? Want more fingers in this greedy hole? Gonna cry on my cock all night so everyone knows how good you take it? How much of a slut you are for me? Say it.”

You bat your eyelashes, peering up at your handsome boyfriend through glazed eyes. He coos, if only for a moment, as he dips his other hand into your mouth and watches you suck on his fingers, no questions asked. His face drops a little, pink lips curling into a frown as he wipes his fingers off with the soft skin of your cheek. You’re usually such a good boy— such a good dog. You know better. You keen into the touch, pressing your cheek into his palm until he takes it away, just to smack you across the face with a cruel smile.

Your brain goes blank for just a second, a startled gasp leaving your pretty lips. He wants to squish your cheeks together, watch your face distort into dumb expression while you sit there and take it. Maybe your face will match your mind, empty and eager and broken as tears stream down your face. Armin’s eyes darken, heavy-lidded as he stares at you like he’s going to eat you alive.

“Oh, oh fuck, w-wan’ your cock, Ari’ please give it…give it to me, please,” You babble, as if his question has only just now registered in your brain. Then comes the flaring heat of skin where he’d smacked you, blooming in your cheek and making you whine. Armin tuts, tilting his head in feign innocence, a tuft of blond hair tucked behind his ear. “V’been so good, didn’t cum when you said not to. Been goo-”

“Mhm,” Armin hums, only half listening as he slowly pumps his other hand back up and down your cock, a sadistic grin slowly etching across his face the more you let out a stream of moans. You’re sensitive— almost too sensitive, your hips convulsing in different directions, your eyes squeezing shut, your body begging to cum. You can’t quite make out how his fingers look curling up inside you, long and thin but perfectly stroking that special spot that makes you see stars. “Gonna cum for me? Hm? This pretty cock gonna cum while I finger you? Slap you around a little?”

“Uh-huh, gonna cum.” You’re purring, helplessly rutting your hips until you feel your balls tightening, your abdomen spontaneously spawning and— Ooh! Armin’s index finger slides out of you, and his palm lands right on top, a hard smack straight to your fluttering hole. You're pliant and small like this, squealing into the air while the walls bounce the sound right back at you.

“Not yet.” He whispers into the skin of your inner thighs, placing a chaste kiss on top for safekeeping.

“Noo, no, I can’t,” You gasp, weakly struggling against your restraints in fruitless effort, continuously begging for both release and a chance to move on. You don’t really mean no, you’re conflicted, really— it feels too good, but you’re not sure how much more teasing you can take. “I cant.”

“You can,” The blond snickers, fingers massaging your puckered rim, the puffy skin gaping around his fingertips. You’re slick with a thin layer of precum and lube, shining under the fluorescent bedside lamp. “And you will. Know why? You’re my good little boy. You can take what I give you.”

Collecting yourself, you nod.

Armin beams. You’re certainly not little— not in comparison to him, not in comparison to anyone in the Survey Corps, not in comparison to your friends. But you’re his little boy. To smack around, to manhandle, to fuck into sweet, empty-headed submission. You’re his bitch. He thinks of how everyone else would react, if their jaws would drop at the sight of his guard dog dropping to his knees and presenting right in front of them, at the sight of his big boyfriend going braindead strictly for his dick.

“Just one more time. One more time while I split this pretty hole open on my cock. That’s not too bad, right sweetheart?” Armin whines this time, breathless as he’s quickly stripping himself of his clothes. His cock, pretty and long, curves to the upper right, with an angry pink tip that twitches as he presses it to your rim. You sob beneath him, your bigger body arching up to his touch. His cock is worked into your body inch by inch, his smaller hands spreading your cheeks apart to spread you further— like the slut you are.

He pushes into you deep, bottoming out with a high moan. Heat pools on your stomach, his cock punching your insides and kissing your prostate with each small movement he makes. Your moans are unintelligible, barely even English, as Armin’s blond hair drapes over your sweaty forehead. If you could, you’d wrap your arms around his neck, hold him close and kiss him drunk while his dick rearranges your guts.

“Gonna let me fill you up till you’re drippin’? God, I love this hole, love this ass,” You feel a sharp smack to your backside, your hips stuttering upward in retaliation. His cock slams dead-on into your prostate, your vision momentarily leaving your body as the air is punched from your lungs. “Right there? Fuck, you’re basically milking me.”

Armin nearly crumbles above you, your silky walls throbbing on his cock as his fist grips the sheets on his bed, his large eyes fluttering closed. He can’t exactly fall on you, not with the spreader bar between your bodies, but the thought of him collapsing because you feel that good makes you impossibly harder, “Fuuck, fuck me, ohh, God.”

That earns a genuine chuckle from your boyfriend, his back muscle rippling as he regains his composure and lifts your hips up, brushing your prostate with every twist and turn. He whispers sweet words into the air, something along the lines of good boy and perfect cocksleeve. You hiccup on your own sobs, choking on your words as his cock slams in and out, in and out, Armin’s own moans leaving his mouth. “Ohh, You take my cock so well. That slutty little hole just swallows me right up, sounds so sloppy n’ wet.”

“You’re like,” Armin laughs to himself, his teeth gritting as he sharply inhales, pressing himself deeper and deeper until all you can do is clench around him and take it. Fuck, you’re so full. It’s ironic, you’re so big, but your holes are tight and small, stretching around him perfectly. “You’re like the perfect flashlight. I should let the team pass you ‘round. Imagine that.”

You do, you imagine Armin’s long dick fucking you within an inch of your life while the rest of the Survey Corps watches, maybe they take turn using your holes, maybe Armin stops them from fucking you because that one is his. It’s embarrassing how much you like it, how warm it makes your face feel, how hard it makes your hole spasm around your boyfriend's cock.

“M’gonna cum, gonna cum, Armin. Please,” You can’t control your body now, your cock uncomfortably hard as he fucks into your pillowy body. In one foul swoop, the spreader bar is removed from your thighs, your legs instead wrapping around the blond’s smaller waist. “Lemme cum, wanna cum with you. Wanna feel you cum inside me. God, love you, love you s’much. Y’fuck me so good, fuck your cum ‘nto me, wanna be leaking—”

“God, you’re so easy. Damn whore…Christ,” Armin grunts. his hips stuttering into a choppy, inconsistent pace. The sound of his balls slapping against your ass is obscene, precum and lube frothing between your warm skin. Moving up to press hurried, frantic kisses to your lips, Armin cups your jaw gently, and mumbled a quiet C’mere. “Cum with me, puppy, give it to me.”

You give it to him, your all, as your thighs shake and your throat finally gives out, your voice hoarse and tired. You can feel him shoot deep inside you, thick, creamy ropes of cum pooling inside you and seeping out your puffy, used hole. Armin huffs, panting into your damp skin with a satisfied smile, watching as your cock spurts rope after rope across your chest, across your stomach, even on your chin.

You twitch uncontrollably, finally melting in your boyfriend's embrace as he pulls you close and places scattered kisses on your forehead, “Good boy.”

[kyosmommy]

pt. 2

loser!armin who thinks he doesn’t have a chance with you so he admires you from a distance :(

loser!armin who gets drunk at a party and starts dancing with you. Grabbing your hips and moving them against his

loser!armin who gets hard after you start grinding on him a little too close. He gets all embarrassed and red faced apologizing. But he’s just so cute with his little glasses how could you be mad. Instead you offer to go somewhere else

Sitting him down you offer him his first blow job and the sight of you between his legs offering and squeezing this thighs makes him cum his pants :( Once you finally get him into your mouth he starts whining all cute and softly grabbing your hair

loser!armin who’s glasses fog up when he starts getting close begging you to keep going

loser!armin who says thank you after head and offers to take you out, what a gentlemen

[vookio]

tutor armin

clock ticked as his eyes followed your pencil, carefully examining the lines it drew. his palms felt sweaty. were you always this slow? he knew your grades were good which left him feeling confused on why you needed him to help you go over a problem 23 times.

he was also confused when his hand wrapped around your soft strands the other laying over his mouth blocking any sound that dared to exit. he looked down at you. your pulpy lips contacting with every part of his cock, tongue swirling around it in between touches.

"take your hand off min, wanna hear you" your voice made him gulp. it was so tempting but he couldn't, not when your sweet parents were down stairs discussing the fact that you had finally brought over a decent guy.

armin's glasses rested on the tip of his nose, his head thrown back as sweat beaded up on his forehead. he looked ethereal, like a god even. your muscles sped up making armin jolt from his comfortable position, one of his hands clutching onto the carpet. the sound of his quiet huffs and whines filled your ears and mind when he released his ropes inside of your mouth, some squirting on your upper lip when you pulled him out.

"wanna tutor me again sometime?" armin knew what that meant. he also knew he wasn't going to say no.

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[2-dsimp]

can u write something for yandere armin? like what if his darling actually liked him back but then ppl are gossiping about him visiting Annie and still having feelings for her? this hurts darling bc she never forgave Anine and maybe her sibling is dead bc of the female titan so she just kinda stops talking to armin???

@laughing-with-god these were catching cobwebs in my drafts but it’s finally here (^◇^;)

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Cw: Unhinged Armin! Fem! Reader, suicidal mentions, manipulative tendencies, yandere tendencies, obsessive behavior, mutual pinning

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Is she ignoring me?

Armin questioned.

Watching you longingly from afar underneath the bangs of his long blonde hair, he began to overthink about what went wrong between the two of you. The rumors that kept circulating his mind about how you also had feelings for him. Was driving him insane with all the conflicting emotions in his weak heart.

Doesn’t she feel the same way? But if that’s true then why…?

If the rumors are true then why’re you avoiding him? The day before the both of you were in the library leisurely reading books sitting next to each other as if you were connected by the red strings of faith. The atmosphere was so blissful a lovely distraction from the chaos in a world that seems so hopeless.

But now he’s witnessing you ignoring his existence entirely almost as if he didn’t exist in your heart to being in with. And that made him anxious with insecurities running rampant until it turned into twisted delusions.

Has she found another?

No, that can’t be! What do I do? I can’t let her go. I need her. I need her. I need her. I need her—

“Hey did yall hear about what’s happening between Armin and Annie?”

A distant voice snapped him out of his obsessive train of thoughts, and he automatically tuned into the conversation of gossip stemming from a group of scouts.

“Duh everyone knows that those two will hook up eventually, but my heart goes out to that girl who had a crush on him.”

Another voice chimed in with a slight huff of pity going out to you.

“Yeah, hasn’t Armin always had the hots for that Titan girl? I heard that he went to see her last night at the stables”

Armin went rigid at the mere mention that he would choose that abomination you utterly despised over you. Calming himself he couldn’t help but let out a tiny sigh of relief realizing that it was not as bad as he originally thought. Although, he did have an encounter with her, trust me when I say that it was far from that of a friendly front.

Now that he had a clear vision of the situation, he knew exactly what he needed to do to mend the bridge between him and his darling.

Him being all nice to Annie was just a facade to get her guard to the lowest crumbling point. The woman was already running on a half life carrying the guilt of her past warrior self. He pretended to be empathetic towards her, feeding the flames of her innermost desire to end it all by stating that she had suffered long enough by the hands of fate. And that as a former ally he’d assist in making sure she had a nice send off straight to hell.

And eventhough He knew it was wrong of him to enjoy the simpering thought of how jealous you were at the mere inkling idea that he was interested in Annie. He couldn’t help the excitement drumming along in his heart at how that was a sign of your apparent love towards him. A telltale sign of how you wanted him.

He nearly got weak in the knees at the vision of you and him getting together as a loving couple. Especially since he knew that his goal was within reach, all he had to do was set the plan in motion. In few days time you’ll soon see how much he truly loves you, and how much he’d be willing to be your faithful companion.

And what better way to show it, by giving you the chance to get revenge on the traitor you loathed with all your being.

With that in mind Armin quickly headed towards your quarters, his steps becoming upbeat with a small hopeful smile on his face while he daydreamed about you rewarding his efforts with a kiss.

[ambassadorarlert]

12 Days of Kelsmin 🎂

ambassadorarlert’s birthday event

8 — #4 holding hands in a happy moment

warning: domestic bliss, fluff, established relationship (husband/wife), dad!min, children + their given name (Dahlia)

They were biased, and they didn’t care. Their daughter was the most perfect, the most beautiful little thing they had ever seen. She laid on her back in the crib her father built just for her, staring up at the mobile her mother crafted from shells, beads, sea glass, and small pieces of driftwood. It clicked and dinged together whenever someone stroked the strings. Eyes as clear and blue as the sky watched the mobile dance above her head.

Dahlia was an equal split of both her parents. Her genes had helped themselves to taking her mothers hair color and texture. Fine, dark hair swirled around her head. As for Armin’s genetics, Dahlia had copied his finer facial details such as his lips, ears, and chin. No one could question or mistake where she could have gotten her sapphire peepers from.

Armin couldn’t believe it when he saw her for the first time immediately he was in love. There was a moment where time stood still. In those split milliseconds between her drawing her first breath Armin noticed every finger and toe, ten of each. When she cried, he swore her wailing could be heard from every which way now that the world was wide enough. She was just a baby bird without feathers.

Here she was, about to do so much more than eating and sleeping. Dahlia realized not only could she oohh and aahh, she could babble and screech as much as she wanted for as long as it pleased her. She was capable of flashing her pink gums with a happy smile whenever she was greeted with a familiar face, and made cooing noises when spoken to. She could do it all even with her toes in her mouth.

Armin stood over his wife while she was leaning over the side of the crib. He watched them both play, talk, and laugh with one another. Her hand rested on the smooth finishing of the wood for support. Armin hand, warm and larger than hers, gently covered over hers.

She didn’t break her eyes away from their baby, not wanting to miss a single second of being so cute. She automatically turned her hand over, letting Armin’s fingers interlock with hers. They stood against each other, rejoicing in the precious moment, admiring their one true love they shared. Little by little with each darling giggle, all of their sins washed away.

© ambassadorarlert 2024 all rights reserved. do not reupload or translate any content that is labeled to be written by ‘ambassadorarlert’ on any other platform.

[n-agiz]

KINKTOBER '23ㅤDAY 11 [ ARMIN ARLERT X SQUIRTING ] cws squirting + fingering (f) + oral + (mentions of) sex toys ! MDNI

if there was one thing that armin loved, it was to pleasure you.

he would always find new ways to do it — be it to use his cock, fingers, mouth, toys, or just about anything else that he knew would bring you to an orgasm — and although he did it all because he genuinely wanted to make you feel good, one part of him also knew that there was a more selfish reason to it — that being his fascination with you squirting.

armin was obsessed with it, with stuffing you full with his dick, fucking you while toying with your clit, positioning himself so that his length could hit all the right spots inside you and even twisting you into the exact positions that he knew made him reach deeper inside your cunt, ramming his hips against yours until the clear liquid was exploding from your pussy, your moans loud as you dragged your nails down his skin, screaming about how good it was. but beyond that, he enjoyed it even more when he knelt between your legs, two fingers pushing in and out of your squelching pussy, bending and pressing into that one spongy spot that made your legs tremble around his head, almost threatening to close up around him, while he sucked on your sensitive nub, tongue circling and flicking over your clit until, once more, you were cumming, this time all over his face, drenching him in the clear liquid — and if he said that wasn’t almost enough to make him cum in his pants untouched, he would be lying.

he would toy with you any way he could, constantly searching for new ways to pleasure you, never afraid of trying something for the first time. some days he would ask you if you wanted to try a new toy, a recently bought dildo in his hands as he spoke — and just as eagerly as him, you would agree to it, almost immediately jumping into your boyfriend’s arms, letting him kiss down your body and spread your legs apart before starting to use the vibrating toy on you, thriving off of every moan you let out until you finally came all over him.

N-AGIZ '23ㅤ REBLOGS ARE GREATLY APPRECIATED !

[officialparentofadrien]

𝑳𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒏𝒐 𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒑𝒂𝒔𝒔𝒆𝒅

Two years ago, Armin Arlert left you for Annie. You wanted everyone to be happy, so you let him go. Now, a reunion brings you two together once again. Armin and Annie have broken up, but you were not aware of that.

This is Canon Divergence, mostly based on my own OC. Which means that Eren is alive. And there's no EreMika here sorry. I don't really like that ship.

Pairing: Armin Arlert x Fem! Reader, Armin Arlert x Annie Leonhardt (Past relationship) Warnings: Curse Words, Heartbreak, Break-ups, Some mentions of gore, Armin's kind of indirectly a jerk, Mental Instability, Existential Crisis, S**cidal thoughts (For reader but tbh who in AOT is mentally okay?), I love Annie but- Genre: Angst with a happy ending, Fluff, Hurt-Comfort

You sat on the floor of your bedroom. You still couldn't believe what you heard. Armin's in love with Annie? Is that why he's been avoiding you? You cradled your head in your hands, breathing heavily.

"I can't believe this..." You whisper to yourself in disbelief.

Annie? The girl who killed your best friend?? Why is everything going so wrong? You've never felt so alone...She killed your best friend, and now your lover is about to leave you for her.

Who are you, really? What...What are you here for? What's your purpose in the world? Your future...You wanted and imagined that Armin would be in it. But now...It all seems so...So bleak. So far away. What now? Is there really a future beyond Armin? Was it all a mirror of delusion that's now come shattering down on you, and you're forced to pick up the pieces, cutting your flesh and searing scars deep into your soul.

Everything was going so wrong...Because not too long after that, you were all locked in a cell. The cold metal of the locket Armin gave you seared through the fabric of your skirt. You dished it out of your pocket and stared at it. You opened the locket and looked at your and Armin's picture. You both looked so happy and so in love...Then you looked at him from the cell across you, he was staring into nothingness. 'Together For Eternity' it read on the front, engraved on the metal.

"This is a promise, a promise that I will love you forever." You remember him saying. What happened now?

You sat up from the cold, damp floor and threw the locket across you, landing by Armin's feet. He looked up from his feet and at you, eyes wide. "You don't have to be tied to your promise anymore." You say, before lying back down on the floor. You didn't have the energy to argue, to fight back. You'd rather just...lie down. And wait for the end, maybe?

Yet you found yourself fighting back, fighting for survival. Especially after Hange's last words to you before they sacrificed their own life.

"I know it all seems so bleak right now, name. You don't know your place in the world, Death is stomping over the soils we call our home...Your first love just dumped you. But I promise you, there's a future beyond this...beyond that. Beyond Armin. You just have to fight to see it."

A lot happened during the rumbling and after it. When you left Paradis, you were unsure and scared. But you wanted to see it through because like Hange said, you're strong and there's a future beyond the storm.

Now, you find yourself sitting down, drinking tea on the deck of a ship, on the way to Paradis. It's been two years since then, you wonder how everyone is doing?

Historia sent you an invitation, wanting to reunite everyone and have tea. Also meaning that she wants everyone to hang out. You were unsure at first, but then realized, what the hell? Your friends are still there. Even if you've left letters from Armin unread and unopened, you still missed your friends. Seeing Armin would just be like the little thorn on the rose.

But there's no denying your love for him. You still very much do.

As you walk down the pier, you breathe deeply as you see familiar faces and hear familiar voices. The salty sea air and the waves crashing against the shore, the chatter of the people around you, it all played at the same time.

You were greeted with hugs and excited voices. Connie was especially excited to see you, his "bro" as he said. "It was no fun without you here bro!" He said, in those exact same words.

You greeted them all, and for keeping up polite appearances, even though you didn't want to, you greeted Armin and Annie, separately (strangely) with smiles and a calm voice.

"Name. It's so good to see you." Armin says cheerfully.

You nodded, also smiling back. "It's been a while...Commander."

The formal way you addressed Armin sent a pang to his heart. His face fell and his smile became a little strained. He remembers writing letters to you, in hopes of maybe just...maintaining a connection. But every time he sends out a letter, nothing ever comes back in return. He only knew to hope. And that created feelings of conflict inside him. Who did he really love? Did he really love Annie?

He shakes his head. No, it's you. It's always been you. You, who was always there for him whenever he felt like he can't even stand. You, who always swooped in to save him whenever death was marching towards him. It was always you.

But now begs the question...Do you still love him? Would you still take him back? How would he win you over? He has to convince you that he will never leave you again.

He looks on with a longing gaze and a brewing sense of guilt and regret as you interact with the rest of the group. Your smile was so radiant, your laugh was so melodious and you just looked...so, so beautiful.

You didn't willingly interact with him and everyone knew better than to make things awkward by bringing the topic of your past relationship with Armin up.

But then on your 7th night...You stood in the gardens of the inn you're staying at. You couldn't sleep. Maybe you ate too many sweets...But it's DESSERT what do you want to do?? Eat it, duh.

You thought everyone was asleep. You thought everyone retired for the night. But you were proven wrong when a voice cut through the silence of the night.

(To be continued, Part two)

[arlerts-angel]

—shower thoughts 𓂃༞

! WARNING: 18+ NSFW + MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

about: armin thinks of you in the shower ♡

cw: a drabble containing descriptions of male masturbation, reader's gender is unspecified!

NSFW UNDER THE CUT 🔞

whines and whimpers shake the shower walls as armin fists his cock; the hot water hitting his skin only encourages him to whine a little more. steam fogs up the glass door, leaving only a silhouette of the poor boy stroking his dick mercilessly for what felt like hours on end, imagining that the hand around his cock is yours.

"fuck, y/n–"

his eyes flutter shut and a string of swear words and moans spill from his lips as he reaches his climax. thick, white ropes of cum spill from the beaten, red head of his cock.

"i need you..."

[arminsfavoritepookie]

When Professor Armin Arlet strode into the classroom, there was an immediate hush that settled over the students. Despite the quietness of his entrance, his mere presence demanded attention. Every step he took seemed purposeful and deliberate, causing the floorboards to creak ever so slightly. It was as if he were entering a battlefield, ready to face whatever lay ahead.

His outfit was impeccable - a crisp white dress shirt hugged every contour of his lean, muscular frame, perfectly tailored to emphasize his chiseled features. His blonde hair was slicked back and styled to perfection, adding to the air of mystery that seemed to surround him. However, it was his piercing blue gaze that held the most weight. They seemed to bore into your very soul, commanding your attention and respect.

And yet, for all his magnetism, there was something shy and introverted about the professor that defied explanation. Every gesture, every movement, seemed perfectly calculated, precise. The gravitas of his voice when he spoke could quiet even the most raucous of classes, It was deep and rich, with just a hint of a German. and his hands - elegant, slender, and so precisely proportioned - drew your eye like a magnet.

It was impossible to ignore the way he smelled, either. Soft and masculine, his scent wafted through the air like a hypnotic fragrance. You couldn't help but be intoxicated by it - every inhale was like a heady drug that left you feeling both elated and breathless.

It was almost a cliche, the way you found yourself drawn to him - a harmless crush that could never lead anywhere, right? Except the more you watched him, the deeper you fell. There was something in the way he looked at you, as if he knew things about you that no one else did. His gaze was so intense, so intimate, that you felt exposed every time he looked your way.

But as much as you obsessed over him, it seemed he was equally preoccupied with thoughts of you. It wasn't just innocent admiration, either - his fantasies were the stuff of scandalous, forbidden desire. He wanted to touch you, to taste your skin, to hear you moan his name, to feel you clenching around the base of his cock. It was all so wrong, so dangerous - and yet he couldn't help but wonder if you felt the same way.

The dance between you two was like wildfire, and impossible to ignore. You spent every free moment analyzing his every move, every breath he took, every word he said. You knew there was more going on behind his shy exterior, and you wanted to know every bit of it.

But the professor was no innocent either. Haunted by fantasies he knew he shouldn't entertain, he was equally consumed by thoughts of you. Every time he caught you watching him, he felt his restraint slipping. It was all too much - the pull of desire and the shame of wanting what he shouldn't.

But if anyone asked

No, you weren't obsessed with your Professor.

And no, Armin wasn’t obsessed with his student.

Not at all.

[vampyirr]

can we agree that armin isn’t a subby soft boy

armin will bend you over and fuck you rough. he’ll laugh as you cry out about it ‘being too much’ but just a moment ago you were begging for his cock. he’ll slap your ass and call you his pretty whore and tell you how he’s going to fucking ruin you

[arminswyf]

armin drabbles part 1

i feel like armin's comfort movie would be ponyo. imagine being cuddled up with him watching ghibli movies 🥺

watching his face light up during his favorite scenes, or his adorable giggles when something funny happens.

min's favorite movie snack is white cheddar popcorn. his favorite thing to drink while watching movies is probably a blue raspberry slushie because it reminds him of his childhood. maybe you would find your eyes getting heavy halfway through the movie. next thing you know you’re in bed with the sun shining. your beautiful blonde boyfriend holds you close as he peppers kisses all over your cheeks.

-- yayy this first thing i've ever written so i hope its decent 😭

[kissagii]

here’s a request idea.. armin always checks books out from his local library then one day he sees you working the counter and all of a sudden all his afternoons are being spent in the library and at some point he doesn’t even go there to read he’s just admiring you and mustering up the courage to ask you out

so sorry this took so long for me to write this ;-;

cw: gn!reader, 0.4k words, armin is a shy baby, it's just fluff <3

Working part-time at the local library was often boring, but you found ways to entertain yourself. Mostly, you spent your time behind the counter people watching, noting down who came in when, what they liked to read, where they sat, and who they came with. Some of the regulars were particularly entertaining, like the family that came in every Friday whose three children were unbelievably unruly. 

But your favorite was a blonde young man about your age, a nonfiction enthusiast whose reading speed decreased exponentially over the months. When he first turned up, he’d devour half a book before leaving. But now he’d only get through a few pages, if that. I wonder… is he okay? He seems absent-minded. But you’re just the librarian, it wasn’t your place to get involved.

Until the day when he was shaking when he came to check out a book.

As you scanned it in, you asked, “Hey, are you alright? You’ve seemed a bit off lately.”

“Oh,” he said with an awkward giggle, “You’ve noticed?”

“Well, I like to keep tabs on the regulars, and you’re easily the most regular of them all. It’s kinda weird, but you start developing a concern for them, you know?”

“I see, I see, that’s actually really sweet.”

“Good, I was worried that you’d think I was insane,” You said with a laugh, “So, for real, are you doing alright?”

The young man - Armin, if you remembered correctly - nervously fiddled with his library card, looking in just about every direction but at you. “Yeah, but, I’ve been absent-minded because… you see… I was wondering if… maybe…. I could get your number? Or maybe take you on a date? Because you’re always really nice and patient with the unruly kids and you never look at me weird when I want a book about marine biology or military history and you’re just so pretty and- ohmygod I’m sorry I should’ve rambled like that I’m so sorry you probably think I’m crazy.” He ended his ramble abruptly, pink-cheeked and grinning in embarrassment. You felt a warm flush creeping into your cheeks.

“Hey, don’t apologize. Here,” You slip him a piece of blue paper with your name and phone number on it, “I’ve been meaning to slip it into one of your books but I just never had the confidence to. I get off early today, let’s meet at the café down the road in an hour or so.”

“Yeah, definitely!” Armin smiled brightly, then darted off with his books. As you returned to checking out books and helping customers, you noticed his sparkling blue eyes trained on you, watching in admiration as you worked. 

That last hour couldn’t’ve passed faster.

©king-of-dreamers 2022

[kyosmommy]

pt. 1

loser!armin eats your pussy out for the first time and he’s enthralled. He starts off giving gentle little kitten licks sort of intimidated at first

loser!armin who saw your thighs and immediately knew he had to be between them and that’s how he ends up here, thighs around his head and face buried in your pussy

loser!armin who starts suckling your clit when he hears the pretty noises you make when he makes you feel good there

loser!armin who’s now grinding the bed as he eats you out cause his cock started throbbing after you pulled his hair :( poor baby loser!armin who cums in his underwear when you moan his name for the first time

loser!armin that keeps eating you out after you cum cause he wants to hear you praise him again

[vookio]

commander!armin who has everyone at the palm of his hands. commander armin who remains humble no matter the amount of praises he gets, commander armin who is actually a very dirty pervert

commander!armin who manipulates sweet, pure you, into thinking what he's doing is okay. that's everythings okay. that him using you to release his pent up stress from being a commander is okay, because after all you are there to obey his orders. him telling you it's normal for him to drag you to the storage room to make you ride his thigh with his hands keeping your mouth shut is okay, commander armin who tells you it's not considered fucking if his cock is covered by your panties while thrusting inside of you.

[dillj03]

Armin Arlert x reader

You didn’t think it could more out of hand. You chuckle, placing your hands on your face. You didn’t know how to process the emotions coursing through you.

“What the fuck is this?” You whisper to yourself.

The walls protected civilians from human like looking monsters has fallen and the Colossus Titans marched. Loud booming footsteps one after another.

In a blink of an eye, the scene fell away. Dozens of people stood in the pink like sand, a giant tree of light in the distance. Blinking again, the titans. You covered your ears.

“Hear me, Subjects of Ymir. My name is Eren Jaeger.”

The tree came back. “What the hell?”

“I'm adressing my fellow Subjects of Ymir, speaking to you directly through the power of the Founder. All the walls on the island of Paradis have crumbled to the ground, and the legions of titans burried with in have begun their march.”

You couldn’t believe this was happening.

“My only goal is to protect the lives of the people of Paradis the island where I was born. Right now, the nations of the world are united in the desire to exterminate my people. It won't end with our island.”

It was getting harder to breathe, “Shut up.”

“They won't be satsified until every last Subject of Ymir is dead. I won't let them have their way. The Titans of the walls, will continue their march until every trace of life beyond our shores is trampled flat, and the people of Paradis are all that remains of humanity.”

Tears began flowing down your face at an alarming rate, “please tell me I’m dreaming.”

“Y/n! Y/n!” Hands grabbed your face, you wedge your eyes open. Blurry from tears, “A-armin?”

“You need to get up! Please!” He began hosting you off a half destroyed roof, when did you end up there?

“Listen to me.” He yelled in your ear. “We have to be strong a little while longer.”

You look at him, his blue eyes locking with your own. He kissed your forehead, taking in the warmth of your skin.

He tugged you into him, holding onto you and flying away.