#dom armin arlert

[cocoadropp]

Armins friend group knew eachother like the back of their hands. Having to grow up with eachother and sticking with eachother through arguments and dislikes.

The friendship first rule being never to hide anything.

And i mean anything.

But armin has been a good boy, atleast that’s what people thought because why has his friends never knew he was sneaking around with the most popular girl known on twitter and instagram for her big ass and juicy tits?

The one who had mutiple viral videos with whip cream dripping down her dark brown areola, as her over dramatic nails gripped them and bounced them with her pretty smile showing over her pink tongue as she sticks it out in the camera?

Why have they never knew?

Well that’s because sneaky, little armin wanted to keep her to himself!

He gets fucked to good, gets turnt on to easily to have anyone look at her. But that was before today.

Before he gave you consent to post a video with armin.

A video on your popular twitter. Free and willingly.

Armin sat on your satin blue bed comforter, back against your chest and legs spread wide against yours. Your phone recording on your nightstand, perfect lighting from two ring lights so they can see everything.

So they can see his flushing cheeks and ears that even followed down to his neck, they can see his hardened nipples that squeezed between nipple clamps. And oh his dick….maybe not that big in length but so thick and so pink!

He was adorable that’s why you had to get your greedy dirty hands on such a sweet boy.

Your hello kitty nail set, extra long and slightly curved complimenting his dick as one stroked it and the other holding your vibrator that settled on his balls that was now soaking wet from your orgasm before and his messy pre-cum that ran down. “M-mommy!” He gasped and shook.

From the beginning you trained armin, him being a virgin and you being a slutty thing. Training him how to cum on demand was what he was really interested in so you made sure that to be his first content with you.

“Yes baby?” Glossed lips says closely to his ears. His eyes rolled back and thighs twitched and shook, “feels so good mommy, i-i oh.” You looked over his shoulder and into his eyes that now opened and was staring right at the camera. You saw a smirk slightly form on his face.

You squeezed his dick and pressed the vibrator harder onto his full balls, “oh? whats funny?” You hummed as he moaned loudly, fingers gripping on your thigh and moving all over you. “T-that, nghh, how no one else can do thi-this fuck! Do this but m-me.” Armin finally stutters out, you make him hold the vibrator now against his frenulum, his whines grew more louder and shaky.

Your now free hand grips his neck to turn him slightly so you can kiss his cheek, “that’s right baby, no one else but you, cause i’m yours right?” That made armin legs pull up and tried to clench them to hide his dick but your stroking turnt ruthless, gripping him just like your cunt would. “Ohh yes! yes yes yes. Can i cum hm? Wanna cum so bad for you mommy- s-shit.” He was a babbling mess.

“Not yet. Cause your also what armin?” You asked, nonchalantly is what armin would say but your pussy was soaked, you can feel it.

His fingers gripped on your thighs tighter, head thrown back on your shoulder, “i’m yours hnnn yours !” He bit his redden lips, tightening his stomach so he won’t cum and disobey because he’s a good boy. Just like you trained him to be.

“Exactly so you listen to what mommy says, but your a good boy aren’t you my sweet armin?” His pre cum sliding down your fingers and it gets so wet and messy you hear squelching sounds in the back other then his whimpers and cries. “Y-yess mommy.” He moves the vibrator over his tip, lips chapped and mouth opening, spit train connected both his bottom and top lip as no sound comes out, slight “hnns.” And “nghhs.”

You smiling at the camera and wink then you turn to armin to kiss his neck, your hand moving from his neck to his sensitive nipple and you squeeze, “you can cum baby.”

He almost goes forward if it wasn’t for you arm around his chest, “imcummingimcummingmommy! Im fuckin- cumming oh mommy!” His thighs shook and he actually cries. Tears forming and slipping “nghhh oh…” big spurts of cum moving over his chest and his thighs.

“Wait till your friends see this.”

[lustychan]

Thinking about sub-boys, no matter how much you overstimulate them and how much they cry, they still crave more of it even if it hurts. Sub-boys who are attached to your hips and are desperate for you all the time and constantly want your attention on them and not on anyone else. Sub boys who value your pleasure and will eat you out like it's their last meal. 

Aether,TAKEMICHI,Mikey,Yuji,Yuta,Armin,Tamaki SOUYA, CHOSO

[genacity]

DAY THREE. DRACULA

ft. armin arlert — shingeki no kyojin (進撃の巨人)

as a vampire and a parent, it’s hard to find a babysitter that’ll stay up all night with your nocturnal little one while you’re at work. luckily for you, armin is here to get the job done.

ruling. nsfw — mature content

content warnings. dom! vampire! parent! reader, sub! babysitter! armin, blood kink, slight pain kink, biting, handjob, vampiric age gap? but normal human age gap (reader is hypothetically mid 20s, armin early 20s), plot before porn, “mx.” title is used to refer to reader but can be interpreted as “mr.”, “ms.”, or “mrs.”

an. hi all! sorry this came out a day late! again, lots of tests yesterday and today lol. c/n stands for child’s name, pls ignore the picture on the right. i couldn’t find one i liked. will be replacing later. enjoy!

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“thank you so much for coming again on such short notice, armin.” you thanked the young man as he was ready to leave your house.

“it was no problem, mx. l/n,” armin dismissed your thanks with a soft smile. “i’m always happy to stay late if it means you’re able to work without worrying about your little one.”

armin arlert, your babysitter; a sweet thing. always willing to come in during unearthy hours of the night to look after your baby. at first, you thought your little bat could handle themselves home alone, but after you found them playing with worms in the bathtub at 5:17 in the morning, you found it best to find a babysitter.

at first, it was hopeless. finding a sitter that would tend to your vampiric needs; to come in at twelve in the morning and stay until four was a nightmare. until you got a message from sweet armin; offering to stay over as long as he was paid well.

and he was — how could you decline? a pretty young face offering to watch your child for just a bit extra? a steal. he was your last hope, and good thing he was good at his job, too. so, he became your regular sitter.

“was c/n any trouble?” you hummed, hanging your coat onto the hook and watching as armin shook his head. “not at all. they were the sweetest, as always.”

“good to hear.” you nodded and turned to armin. “i’m so sorry i kept you here past your promised hours. is there any way i can make it up to you?”

armin shook his head almost immediately at your question. “oh, no! please, it was only an hour,” he dismissed. “it was no trouble at all. c/n was asleep for the majority, so you really don’t have to pay me back.”

“nonsense.” you said as you took a step towards armin. “i insist. i held you up longer than you were in for. allow me to pay you back, my treat.”

armin’s cheeks went a pale pink as he flashed his usual little smile. “well, if you insist.” he laughed nervously, eyes squinting as he giggled and oh, it made your stomach churn.

you noticed that today armin had a book with him. with interest, you motioned to it. it had a black hard cover and silver lettering along the spine. “what’re you reading?”

armin raised his eyebrows and held up his book. “oh, this?” he looked at the cover, then at you. “it’s a new horror romance novel i’ve picked up.”

you hummed attentively. armin was always one to bring a book over while he watched c/n; it was no uncommon occurrence. “what’s it about?”

he seemed to think about it before answering. “well, it’s about a vampire and his long lost reincarnated love.”

you felt your veins run cold. not like they hadn’t been for thousands of years prior, but just then especially had you really felt the shiver. “vampires, you say?” you swallowed, showing as much interest as you could.

“yes, vampires.” he said. “i’m really enjoying the fantasy elements. some of the scenes even make me curious as to what they would feel like for myself.”

“really?” you laughed coolly, walking over to peer down at the book cover for yourself. the silver-print title flickered in the beaming remnants of the moonlight. “which scenes in particular?”

armin paused. “well,” and began again. “at the beginning of the book, the main character goes out to a bar and drinks the blood of a woman. the author describes it as ‘a burning but pleasurable sensation’.”

you couldn’t help but chuckle. pleasurable, is that how humans described your bite nowadays? back when you were alive people were too busy screaming to notice how nice it felt if they were being bit.

“hey, then for your payment tonight, maybe i can help you out.” you blurted out, and suddenly you found yourself too deep in to turn back. armin had already turned to you with a raised brow as you laughed awkwardly.

it was when your lips were parted as you chuckled that his eyes flickered to the sharp peaks of your teeth that glinted so sweetly; the ones that left his eyes blown wide as all of the pieces clicked in his head.

the reason you always worked during the night, the reason why your skin was bone cold all of the times you accidentally bumped into him or patted his hand with thanks before he left after babysitting. you were a vampire. a vampire offering to drink his blood.

he should be scared. he should be running, screaming for help or scrambling to check if that stake and garlic thing was true. this was an undead creature offering to prey upon him. but he didn’t do anything rash. not before dropping his book and grabbing your arms, pulling you forward on top of him.

“armin—” but he was already grabbing you, pulling you on top of him as he staggered back onto the couch. “please,” he breathed as you stumbled forward and towered over the human boy. “i want to know what it feels like.”

your breath hitched in your throat. it felt like you could hear everything. the overlapped pounding of your heartbeats that hammered in your ears; the rushing of blood in his veins and every thick swallow he took. your eyes trailed slowly down his body, his chest rising and falling before you realized what was truly happening.

“please, mx. l/n.” armin begged again. “i want to know if it feels as good as they say it does.”

he watched as your expression softened. “are you sure, armin? i would hate to hurt you.” armin nodded eagerly and gulped. “yes. i’m sure.”

you looked down at his neck. you assumed that’s where he wanted you to bite; it was where vampires in media always aimed. quickly you breathed in and out, looking up at armin for one last motion of confirmation before you continued.

he nodded, as if reading your mind; pulling you further into him with pleading eyes. “it’s okay, mx. l/n. please. i want this. do whatever you want. anything.”

armin’s voice left your head pounding. thoughts spinning round your brain like a racetrack, not once stopping to think logically before you had pulled the collar of his shirt down to sink your sharp fangs deep into the base of his neck.

he let out a loud squeal, hands flying to grab onto your shoulders as his hips bucked up at the sudden pain. your fangs piercing through his skin, locking in deep just before a major vein. your lips closed in around the wound and began to suck harshly as he writhed beneath you.

“mx — oh, ah! it — it hurts, oh god!” armin moaned out, panting as he felt your hands begin to grab at his buckle, he was much too focused on the burning, flourishing madness that spread through his skin. it hurt so badly, sending adrenaline shocks through him that left his body jerking and grabbing onto you. it left his skin red, flushed, and burning to the touch as he moaned again.

there was something about the burning sensation that left him impossibly aroused — the relief of your bloodless lips soothing the everlasting pain, your freezing skin that fought the burn as you held him down. like a boiling hot aphrodisiac, it turned his brain inside out and back again.

your hands pushed his pants down and quickly pulled out his weeping cock. you began to stroke it slowly in pace with your sucks; drawn out enough to make armin cry out and claw at your back. “ohnn, please, more!” armin gasped through a choked whimper, thrusting up into your hand sloppily.

his movements grew messy and irregular. you feared you were drinking too much for armin’s own good — but the metallic taste of him invading your lips and mouth was enough to keep you feeding for a few more moments before retracting your fangs to lick the leaking piercing in his neck as your hand sped up around his cock.

“ah! ah, mx. l/n — i’m gonna — please, let me cum!” the blonde whimpered out weakly once he felt you begin to pull away.

as your fangs drew back from his wound, armin let out a series of sloppy whimpers and moans before bucking up and spilling ropes of cum all over your hand and his stomach; shirt riding up his abdomen from the heat of the moment. armin’s hips slowed their messy pace before he fell limp against the couch. his chest rose and fell and his eyes went in and out of focus.

you looked down at the sight beneath you. never in the thousands of years you had been alive had something that exhilarating happened to you.

and as you began to help him up, cooing to him softly about how good he had done and how you were going to glean him up, you could only hope that something like this would happen again.

[arlerts-angel]

pairing: sub!characters x dom!gn!reader

taglist: @i-literally-cant-with-this @kazutora-kurokawa @fuyuswifey @la-undercover-latina @milky-aeons @darkstarlight82 @kokonoiscoconut

warnings: male masturbation | exhibition + voyeurism | praise | you pronouns for reader | physically ambiguous reader | they cum fast ☹️ | cum eating

a/n: just thinking about making shy boys jerk their cocks for you :( no thanks to that one post i shared lmao iykyk

"i want to watch you fuck yourself, baby. don't stop until you cum on my face."

the look of pure shock and arousal on his face when he hears your demand is adorable.

"o-oh? okay..." you take his hand and spit into it while he shuffles his pants down his legs and onto the floor. he brings his hand to his throbbing cock and rubs your sweet saliva up and down slowly.

he's so sweet and obedient.

"faster now, pretty boy. if you do good for me, i'll reward you handsomely."

he whines desperately and thrusts his cock into his hand. his tip grows firey red and leaks pre-cum. "l-like this?" he asks breathily.

"yes, just like that. you're such a good boy... you look so pretty fucking yourself." you coo, stroking his hair softly.

"mmm!" he moans and quickens his pace at your praise. "i want to cum for you." he says, panting. he makes the prettiest noises and faces while he beats his cock so aggressively. "please, may i cum?"

you smile and nod in approval. "since you asked so sweetly, pretty boy, you may. paint a pretty mess on my face."

he moans your name and a string of yesses as his cum splatters onto your face. "you're so good for me." you praise, swiping his cum onto your finger and into your mouth. "help me clean up, sweet boy. then you'll be rewarded."

he nods and licks his cum off your face. he shares a mix of your spit and his cum when you kiss him gently.

"good boy. your reward is... making me cum. isn't that nice?"

he nods eagerly. "yes, so nice. thank you."

ARMIN ARLERT, TAKEMICHI HANAGKI, HAKKAI SHIBA, KAZUTORA HANEMIYA, CHOSO KAMO + YOUR FAVE(S)

[pxpcornskies]

Drunken Confessions

Armin Arlert x Reader!

Word Count: 1.18k

CW: alcohol usage

very fluffy, slight jealous angst. deal with it bitches

“Y’know, you’re really hot…”

You looked beside you at your drunk friend, Armin. His head was resting on the bar top as he looked at you, eyes slightly glazed over. His finger was trailing around the rim of the empty mug in front of him. He’d had a few too many drinks. It was weird how he was still conscious. “Min, you’re drunk.” You chided, signaling the bartender over for the bill. “M’ not..” He mumbled, a slight frown creasing his eyebrows. You rolled your eyes as you paid before sliding off the bar stool, wrapping Armin’s arm over your shoulder. “C’mon, let’s get you home.” There were protests, but the blonde was too weak to argue. He allowed you to help him up and out of the bar.

“Damn, you’re heavier than I thought. You put on some muscle?” You were trying to drag Armin to his apartment, but his loopy state didn’t exactly make things easy. Instead, you decided to go to a hotel for the night. As you escorted the male, a thought crossed your mind. I’d like to see. Quickly, you shook that thought from your mind as you swiped the card for the door, pushing it open. You both nearly fell, but Armin leaned against the wall to support. He yawned, breath smelling like beer as he blinked lazily. “We home?” He asked, rubbing his eyes as he staggered towards the bed, collapsing on it. “No, I got us a room at a hotel. Seems we’ll have to share the bed…” “Kinda like a couple?” 

You glanced over at Armin, who was now sitting at the edge of the bed. He fiddled with the hem of his shirt, a nervous habit of his. He’d had a crush on you for a while and it was painfully obvious, though he thought that no one knew. Clearly, that was not the case. “I mean, if you want to think of it that way, sure.” He glanced up, a pretty rose pink spreading across his features. You returned his gaze, not breaking eye contact with him. “Y-y/n?” The male asked, his words faltering a bit. You hummed before turning around, slipping off your shirt and tossing it to the floor. Soon after, you crawled into the bed, laying down as Armin’s eyes followed you. It didn’t take long before he took off his own shirt and slid next to you. The two of you stared at each other, no words being spoken. The blonde licked his lips slightly, eyes drifting to yours briefly. You noticed this and smirked, licking your own, slowly coating them with your saliva. Sometimes, you couldn’t help but tease your friend, despite knowing his feelings. Scooting over, you wrapped your arms around his waist, burying your head into his chest. He froze, attempting to process what you just did. Hesitating for a moment, he slowly wrapped his own arms around you in return, holding you tightly. “G’night Min…” You mumbled quietly. His breathing paused briefly before letting out a quiet sigh. “You’re killing me Y/N…”

Later that evening, you awoke to Armin being gone, the light in the bathroom on. Yawning, you got up from your spot on the bed and shuffled over, finding the blonde splashing water onto his face. He spotted you and gave a small smile. “Oh hey Y/N, what are you doing up?” Rubbing your eyes momentarily, you leaned against the doorframe. “I could ask you the same thing. It’s the middle of the night.” Armin chuckled sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck. “Woke up with a bit of a hangover, but it wasn’t as bad as normal. Figured I’d splash some water on my face to help.” A slight frown crossed your features before yawning again, tugging at his arm. “Come back to bed Min..” His eyes widened, a bright red crossing his cheeks. A slow smile took his lips and he hummed. “It’s like you love me or something.” “Never said I didn’t, did I?”

Watching your [hair color] colored hair bounce as you took him back to the shared bed, he couldn’t help but feel his heart beat in his chest heavily. God, he could kiss you right now, but he didn’t want to just force himself onto you. You turned back to face him, having felt his eyes on you. “Min, you okay?” You ask, tilting your head to the side a bit. “Oh, yeah sorry. Just lost in thought is all.” He was so easy to read, it was almost painful. Pulling your hand away, you turned completely to face the male, pausing maybe a few inches away. His breath hitched in his throat as he looked down at you. “Y-y/n?” Armin questioned, his voice barely above a whisper. Could he have said what he was thinking out loud? Is that why you were staring at him? Your gaze flickered to his lips briefly as your hand slowly raised, cupping the boy’s cheek. Almost instantly, he leaned into the warm touch. Your thumb traced his bottom lip, hooking at the corner and pulling them apart, ever so slightly. His eyes were on you, unwavering, unblinking, completely focused on your actions. “Y’know, I think you're the only one that hasn’t realized yet, but you are VERY clear with your intentions. It’s easy to see. Regardless, I know how you feel about me Min. Since day one actually.” The blonde’s eyes widened as he searched your face for any hint of deceit, any teasing, any intentions that didn’t have his best interest. He didn’t find any, instead seeing the calm and caring in your expression as you smiled at him. “I like teasing you, seeing how you react, but I don’t think I can go any longer with this charade of pretending not to notice. So tell me Armin, how do you feel about me?”

It seemed as if the world stopped, time froze. A minute passed, then two, then five before Armin DARED to utter a word. “I love you, Y/N. I have for so long, it was painful hearing you speak about other guys, seeing you talk to them. All of that time, I just wanted to pull you away and call you mine, but I couldn’t. It hurt so much, but I didn’t want to burden you with my feelings. ‘M sor-” He was cut off, feeling your soft lips pressed against his, hands resting on his shoulder. The blonde returned the advance, his hands finding their way to your waist. Once you two pulled away, a bright smile took over your lips. “I love you too ‘Min. Just been waiting to hear you say it.”

[arminsumi]

omg omg this is specific but innocent virgin armin with a soft dom reader AND CL¡TS???? poor baby hasn’t seen a girl naked before and he just wants to make her feel good :((

PHEW 🥵

˗ˏˋ꒰ 🍒 ꒱ Kitty Kat

Oneshot | MDNI | Armin | ♪

⚠️Cws; spicy spicy SMUT 🌶️

Notes; fem!reader, college au

⚠️💦Smut cws; 'pretty boy' nickname for Armin, 🐱eating, humping (the mattress and ur 🐱) he accidentally cums in his pants, accidentally slipping just the tip in, cumshot on🐱

"I'm not sure what I'm supposed to do... I mean, I-I haven't done this before." Armin admits. His whole face reddens and he keeps his gaze lowered.

"Aw, that's okay. I'll guide you through it." You say, reaching for his t-shirt and grabbing it, pulling him in for a kiss.

His brain short circuits when he feels your lips. He can hardly believe that this is reality. It takes him a few seconds to kiss back. He positively melts into you, whole body leaning in for this kiss he's been craving for so long.

See, Armin's been the shy boy you sit next to during lectures.

He tries not to look at you too much, because just a glimpse of your body can get his pants tightening. There's been too many times where he's had to scoot the chair in closer to the desk to hide his hard-on.

And when you lean close while exchanging notes? He's throbbing, his mind is going wild, and he's visibly shaken up. You have to smile; he's so sweet and innocent that you just wanna eat him up.

You totally expected him to freeze up when you asked him to come back to your dorm room after class for a 'study session'. He blinked and hesitated, then stuttered out a 'o-okay' and followed you across campus like an excited puppy.

When you start pawing at his chest and pants, his heart races and his mind melts. He has no idea how to say it, but he wants to touch you so badly. You have no idea how many nights he's spent awake daydreaming of this.

In his daydreams, he was always on top of you, but there you had him underneath you, pressing your chest onto his. He wasn't complaining at all, just whimpering while you kissed him so tenderly. His hands very timidly felt you up, he was so calculating with how he touched your body.

Each time you tilt your head into the kiss to deepen it, Armin lets out a soft whimper and squirms his hips into you.

He's hard. Really hard. You can feel him start to throb.

The poor boy really needs relief, but he wants to make you feel good first. So he eagerly asks what you like, and his eyes glitter when you tell him your favorite things. "I-I can do that..." he mumbles shyly.

He freezes up when you undress in front of him. His brows are all raised and his blue eyes blown wide. "Have you never seen a girl naked before?" you giggle, teasing him a bit.

Armin gulps, "N-no... this is a first..." he admits. He tries not to gawk as you take off your bra.

"You've got a bit of a tent there, Armin." You point out.

"Huh! Oh... sorry... y-you're just really pretty. Too pretty for me..." He chokes.

You roll your eyes and take his hands into your own, guiding them onto your body. God knows he didn't have the guts to make that move himself.

The second you let him put his lips on your body, he's tasting you like a starved man, drooling and impatiently kissing everywhere like this is the only chance he's getting.

You gotta assure him a few times that he can take his time, because you're not going anywhere. He gulps and slows down.

He might be an innocent boy, but his hot, impatient kisses feel more erotic than any others you've experienced.

Armin's skin is flushing a cute pink while he kisses down your tummy, just like you told him to do.

He comes to a halt at your panties, and looks up at you like a lost and confused puppy.

"U-um, I'm not sure what to do..." He mumbles.

You smile down at him, his heart flips, "Well, what do you want to do?" you ask.

"I don't know... I-I want to do what makes you feel good?" he replies. There's too much he wants to do, how is he supposed to choose?

"M'kay, then play with it." You instruct him, pressing your clothed pussy lightly against him. He feels excitement get caught in his throat, and he nearly chokes on his own saliva. Is he drooling?

After a moment of awed hesitation, he gulps and timidly presses his lips to your plush lips.

He licks stripes through your panties up your lips to your clit, and he seems to really get into it. Especially when you start moaning in response and moving your hips against his face.

His lips grow hot and wet, and you pull your panties aside so he can lap at your juices. You almost want to tease him and call him a puppy right then because of how he behaves.

Armin moans while eating you out (he's just the type 😌) and looks up at you for reassurance of what he's doing with his tongue. He's always cute, but he's especially cute when he's nuzzled between your thighs like this.

While you arch your back and enjoy yourself, he's grinding his hips into the mattress to try and relieve himself. He's so sensitive that he cums in his pants when he hears you moan his name.

He listens to all your guidance, when you tell him to kiss or suck or lick he's immediate to respond.

At first it feels like he has no idea what he's doing when he slips his tongue inside your hole, but he quickly figures out what makes you feel good.

And he gets really into it, he presses his hot lips flush against your skin, trying to get as deep as he can.

"Rub it with your thumb, pretty boy, like that – mhm, there we go, that's it." you sigh. He's quick to learn how to play with your clit.

You taste so good it's making his head spin, and your moans encourage him to keep going even though his tongue feels tired and his dick is straining against his wet pants.

He brings his lips back to your clit, kisses it and sucks at it, soft lips nipping a little. He tries all sorts of ways to lick it, until he figures out how you like it best. "Fuck, keep doing that, 'm gonna cum." you whimper, body curving and rolling on the mattress almost artistically.

He savors your orgasm, feeling every tremble of your hips on his face. You squeeze your thighs around his head, feeling his soft blond hair tickling your skin. He moans against your sensitive clit while you ride your high out.

You make a delicious mess all over his lips and he licks it up slowly, savoring the taste of you. There's a shiny sheen on his cheek and chin when he pulls his face out from between your thighs.

You're breathless, shaky and sweaty, a dripping mess, but you want to satisfy him, too.

"Come here." You beckon for him, and he paws his was up to meet your face.

He rests his cock against you and boy, it feels heavy.

"You did so good," You coo at him, giving him a deep kiss. You can taste yourself on him, he thinks that's just so hot.

Armin whimpers into your mouth when you squeeze your thighs around his waist. You pull away and smile at him.

"You seem pretty worked up. Wanna rub against me and get your relief, pretty boy?" You ask, looking him in the eye.

"Y-y-yes – y-yes please..." He replies in a shaky breath.

He squeezes his eyes shut in pleasure when you buck your hips up against his. He's never even thought about the idea of having his dick squished between your body and his own.

Breathy curses fall from his lips as he begins rubbing against you.

He swallows sharply and buries his head in the crook of your neck. His arms wrap around you shyly, and his hips start rocking back and forth needily to satisfy himself.

You help him slip his cock out of his pants. Even the act of you unbuttoning and unzipping his jeans makes him whimper.

He doesn't waste time, he starts grinding against your pussy hard.

He's so hot it's scalding to the touch. You can feel the shape of his cute mushroom tip, and a very noticeable big vein running up his length.

"I-is this okay?" He asks unsurely, grinding his cock right between your soft lips. You can feel him pulsing against your sensitive clit.

"Mhm, it feels good, keep going." You tell him shakily.

He clings to your body tight, completely intoxicated by the feeling tingling throughout his dick with each thrust. There's a wet sheen on his cock, it feels so messy. All the sounds you make have him obsessed.

His tip dips inside you with one accidental thrust.

"S-sorry!" He whimpers into your ear.

"It's okay." You giggle, "I don't mind." you assure him.

He keeps clumsily slipping his lil mushroom tip inside, letting out an erotic moan into your ear each time. It's a total accident, of course, he's too innocent to be doing it on purpose.

"Why not hold it and rub it into my clit?" You suggest cheekily.

He gulps and does just that.

You can feel the curves of his tip rubbing over your clit. He focuses really hard on figuring out a pattern you like, and goes at it until you're arching your body against him.

He doesn't stop until you cum again. "C-can I cum on you? Is that okay?" he asks. His cheeks are so pink, he's so breathless and uncomposed it's cute.

"Mhm, go ahead, pretty boy, cum anywhere you want." You tell him, and he melts hearing you give him that permission.

He lets out a high-pitched cry that's just too cute, you have to refrain from giggling. He almost sounds like a cat.

His creamy release shoots out all over your pussy and thighs. He has to pull back and watch in awe, mouth erotically agape and lungs exhaustedly panting, as his cum drips down your skin. It's way better than any of his daydreams.

"D-did I do okay?" He asks breathlessly.

"You did really good, Armin, really good." You tell him, and he's so happy to hear that. He has a small proud smile on his face.

[stuckinthesun]

I'd KILL for dom!Armin 😏😉😏😗

KILL?!? …same😏

Fem!Reader

“One more time.”

“A-Armin-“

You had been in this position for hours, you on all fours, Armin forcing your back into an arch with a hand pressing on your spine. You could feel how swollen your pussy was from how long his mouth has been latched onto it.

Two… four… you’ve lost track of how many times you’ve cum.

“I-I can’t-“ You hiccup, tears running down your face and staining the sheets beneath you.

“You know the safe word,” Armin says placing a kiss on your thigh, “But you haven’t used it yet. So you can do it, Baby.”

He spreads your folds with his thumb and pointer finger, staring at how red you are. The little bit of friction has you gasping and trying to squirm away, but he’s quick. With one hand you’re wrists are bound behind your back in a flash, held together at the base of your spine and effectively keeping you in place.

“Don’t,” Armin snaps and spits on your already soaking cunt, making you sob out.

With that he goes back in like a man starved, immediately plunging his tongue inside of you and dragging it against your walls. Your legs shake violently as you cry out, already close to another orgasm, so overstimulated as you are.

Armin moans against you like he’s the one getting head, and the vibrations of his voice are enough to push you over the edge. You scream as you cum, your body violently shakes, and all the while Armin continues to tongue fuck you.

Eventually he pulls off, so covered in your juices from hours of this that his chin is literally dripping, but he just smiles at you and soothingly rubs your sides, “Good girl.”

Ugh himmmmmm💦

[vonne-inc]

VONNE, INC. — PRODUCT: teasing.

sub!armin x fem!reader. uses of (y/n); she/her. thigh riding. hand-job.

armin whined, fingertips dancing along his clothed arousal, only enough pressure to ensure that he'd feel the strokes of pleasure, yet need more. it was tortuous to him, but he knew she'd unlikely stop. always, she had a fondness of teasing him - whether in public or in the behind closed doors, he figured she enjoyed seeing him blush or become flustered.

although, armin wouldn't deny that he liked that side of her.

"please.. i need more, (y/n).." he bucked his hips into her palm, only receiving a 'tsk' in return, "nuh-uh, not yet, pretty boy." she returned her hand back down to his boxers, her thumb rubbing over the covered tip. (y/n) smiled kindly, her actions showing otherwise, "this is your punishment, isn't it? after all, it is your fault you're in this mess."

he couldn't deny she was right, he did cause this upon himself. all over.. he couldn't even remember.. all his thoughts were focused on her movements. lust filling his senses; begging to be pleased more.

he muffled his whine, choking back as he furrowed his brows. armin had become desperate for any friction, any feeling of her against him, "can you- mm- can you, at least.." he struggled to get the words out of his mouth, her thumb rubbing harder than before. she titled her head, her freehand holding his thigh as her fingers massaged along his inner, "becoming a stuttering mess, all over me putting a little more pressure?.. i guess, i'll just have to—" removing her thumb from his tip, she looked at his frustrated gaze, "—stop."

as much as he wanted to protest against her actions, (y/n) would force him to say what he wanted either way. armin bit his tongue, "can you.. ride my thigh, please." (y/n) hummed, she wasn't opposed to it; they'd done it before, countless of times, though this was a punishment - but he asked so nicely.. she shook her head, "if you can be a good boy for me, then we can do anything you want."

the words seemed enough to motivate armin. he held his hands in the place she asked earlier; by his sides, gripping at the sheets. of course he wanted to touch her, feel her, and so much more - but if he could do anything he wanted after these events were over? he would just have to restrain himself.

as she applied more pressure, she stroked his shaft the best she could through the fabric. he'd been punished enough, the least she could do for him is let him have what he's begged for. pausing, she laced her fingers in the waistline, lowering the boxers enough for his erection to be freed. armin shivered, the sudden cool air against his cock surprised him. his dick twitched, practically begging for (y/n) to presume. she climbed out of her underwear, swiftly taking them off. her arousal had gotten the best of her; the growing wetness becoming unbearable for her comfort.

setting herself upon his exposed thigh, she groaned as she began grinding herself down. her clit brushed back and forth, the shocks of pleasure causing broken sounds to escape from her throat. moving her dominate hand to stroke armin, an airy moan echoed from him. whimpers escaped from his throat as he threw his head back at her fast strokes. he so close, desperate to release. feeling her wetness rub against his thigh made him further motivated to cum. all he wanted was to ravish her - to please her, have her shaking. even thinking about it made him pulse.

"f-fuck.. please- just like that-!" her thumb rubbing against the underside of his cock, trailing against his vein and upwards to his sensitive tip, was enough to cause him to break. "i-i'm gonna cum! please– don't stop, please!" thrusting his hips into her touch, his moans became all the louder. (y/n) could feel herself becoming closer too. she grinded herself further down, faster and sloppier, "cum with me, my love- cum with me!" her demand sounded more desperate than composed. though, she couldn't care either way - all she needed was to see him cum.

his breath hitched as she felt his hips stutter, strings if white shot out of his slit. spilling on her hand and forearm, dripping down to land on the sheets. his head began to feel dizzy as his cock still spurt out cum. his legs shook as his eyes began to water, "thank you– thank you for letting me cum.. thank you, thank you!" his desperate thanks were enough to cause (y/n)'s release. her breathing became heavier as she held her clit against his warm thigh, feeling her orgasm overcome her senses. her grip moved from his cock to his hand on the bed. as she rode out her orgasm, armin continued to send his thanks and praises to her - all of them going from one ear out the other.

"you helped me so well, miss.. i'm so happy." he kissed her neck as he slowly laid her down, climbing between her thighs as he looked up at her, "it's my turn now, isn't it, my darling?"

[kyunzin]

“𝐘𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐲 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐫𝐲“

pairing; sub!armin x mean!dom!gn!reader

cw; nsfw, footjob, cock stepping, dacraphillia, orgasm denial, mention of chastity cage, praise, use of pretty boy, baby (to armin)

a/n; just a quick thought I wanted to write out before I forgot. I’ll probably post the shorter ideas before a mass release. what do you think our pretty boy did to deserve punishment

I just need armin kneeling beneath you rutting up into the sole of your shoe pathetically chasing pleasure even though he knows he isn’t allowed to cum. both arms wrapped around your leg holding on for some stability as it’s the only way you’ve allowed him to touch you as well as the occasionally worshiping kisses he leaves to your leg.

it’s been a while since you’ve had him in this sorry state, high pitched moans and whimpers leaving his mouth, the small but noticeable tremors as he tries pleasure himself while doing his best to please you, though you seemingly don’t pay attention to him looking at something on your phone.

it’s not until his fourth denied orgasm until he starts to sob, beginning to beg for even just an snip of acknowledgement from you. however he doesn’t stop because he knows that if he does this will stop and he will lose all chances of cumming tonight and probably the rest of the week as you threatened to lock him in his cage.

by his fith denial his small sobs turn into full blown tears, his grip near painful as he sporadically thrusts into your shoe head held down as he tries to keep a steady rhythm.

your foot applies pressure to his cock when telling him to “keep your head up” in the tone imaginable, almost giving him whiplash as he follows your instructions see you still staring at your phone, more tears fall as he feels more helpless and he begins to plead for your forgiveness with repeated chants of.

“m’sorry, please. let me cum. I promise, I’ll be a good boy. please, I promise”

he feels relief as your ears perk up at his apology and a sweet sweet and comforting smile strikes on your face but he whines at the loss of your foot on his crotch hips rising as he chases after your touch. eyes watching with anticipation as you turn off your phone and cup his wet face into your hands.

“there’s my pretty boy,” he closes his eyes and nuzzles his face into your loving touch “all you had to do was apologise and this could have ended ages ago baby” he nods his head as if to agree with you mumbling out a scratchy ‘m’sorry’.

“its okay, you dont have to apologise anymore baby, look at all these pretty tears gone to waste,” you start wiping the stray tears that continue to fall hearing his little sniffles as he starts to calm down “you want to cum?”.

he opens his eyes with a contemplative look but shakes his head. you question “why not, baby?” to which he lets out a shy and shameful ‘i’ve been a bad boy, don’t deserve’ as he wraps his arm around your torso burring his head in your lap and you feel your heart warm at his confession.

“what do you mean, you’ve been such a god but for me taking your punishment so well for me” his ears turn a near deep crimson colour at your praise but he still shakes his head in you lap. you dint push him rubbing a sitting hand up and does his neck and upper back.

knowing he’ll probably be low on energy you allow him to lay down with his head on your lap as your rub and massage a hand through his scalp whispering praises and sweet nothings till he falls asleep.

𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

[dinozarr]

†⠀❝ KISS ME, BITE ME. ❞ ✶ ARMIN ARLERT !

⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ♱

⠀⠀⠀⠀ “STREETFIGHTER!ARMIN HEADCANONS.”

★⠀warning y disclaimers — fem!reader. streetfighter!au. fluff. smut. puppybf!armin. obsessed. lover boy syndrome. bondage. nude pictures. overstimulation. edging. dacryphilia.

NOTEZ : this is the start of my new street fighter x aot crossover. each fandom i write for will have a little series like this tbh. cus the next one i’m doing is haikyu but idk with what yet so we’ll see.

STREETFIGHTER!ARMIN⠀⟡⠀that met you through one of the matches he fought in. you weren’t his opponent, but rather apart of the match that was held after his. he didn’t plan on staying any later than his fight, claiming yet another glorious victory; but, found himself doing so the minute he bumped into you and saw you in all of your glory. the way your silky [f/c] robe hung loosely around your head with your matching hand wraps had the mad intrigued just enough for him to stare dead at you as you waltzed by.

STREETFIGHTER!ARMIN⠀⟡⠀who was so adamant on staying for your fight the minute he heard your voice, the soothing way your accent laced into your words enticing the man all together. he hasn’t a clue as to who you were, yet bet his entire earnings on your victory the moment you stepped foot into the ring. his assistants were absolutely awestruck by the stoic man’s actions, never once seeing him so persistent on a fighter, let alone bet money on one.

STREETFIGHTER!ARMIN⠀⟡⠀attended each of one your matches after the night he met you, keeping a keen eye on you through the fights and making sure to place a bet on u every time. and, each time he did so, he always came out richer than he went in with. the man thought he was slick, thinking you wouldn’t notice a prominent blonde haired boy with the most gorgeous, crystalline blue eyes. yet, he was far from going unnoticed. because every time you’d arrive at the abandoned building your arena was built under, you’d make a deal with your assistance on who could spot out the white boy first.

STREETFIGHTER!ARMIN⠀⟡⠀was nothing alike to how he advertised himself in his matches. he always acted like a machismo man who could take on anyone, yet the moment you halted his actions as he was making his way out of the building, he sunk into his own skin and became nothing more of a stammering and sweating disaster. the way you towered over his small fatigue caused the man to gulp after every broken sentence he spoke. it was cute, you could admit. the way his eyes sparked beneath the bright moonlit night was breathtaking.

STREETFIGHTER!ARMIN⠀⟡⠀wasted no time in flaunting your relationship amongst the popularity he held in the underground world of street fighting, letting everyone and anyone know that you were his woman, and he was your man. the new side of him was rather shocking to his acquaintances, none of them expecting you to get with him of all people, and definitely not being able to bring out a side of him no one saw coming.

STREETFIGHTER!ARMIN⠀⟡⠀was rather fond of bondage, both being tied up and tying you up. moreso being tied up, though. he enjoyed having you edge him for hours with his arms bound behind his back, you using his own boxing wraps to do the tying. it humored you dearly watching as his pathetically small waist would snap up with your thick calloused hands wrapped around the base of his dick. the veins that protruded from the sides of his erections would rub against the indents on your palm, the pad of your thumb sliding through the slit on his tip.

STREETFIGHTER!ARMIN⠀⟡⠀the amount of polaroids you had stashed in your underwear drawer of a fleshed out armin who had tears coating his eyes and stains tainting the blemish of his cheeks was unbelievable. they were taken with consent, of course. the angle you took them at was where the back of armins head rested atop the back of the chair, you hovering over him at just the right degree to encapsulate both his teary-eyed expression, and also his throbbing dick that had cum leaking from the tip of it.

NOTEZ : eek!!! haven’t written in a while lols so uh just take this, i know it’s shitty but it’s SOMETHING!!! i do needa write more tho🧑‍🦯🧑‍🦯🧑‍🦯

© TAKST4Z 2023 — all rights reserved. mature discretion. please do not plagiarize or steal any of my works or graphics.

[wurldsociety]

Armin arlert smut ⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪

(First time writing smut bare with me😭)

Sub armin x fem bimbo mean! Reader

(Warning)sub armin, dom reader, use of ma’am, pussy, cock, etc

Armins pov!

There’s this girl in my class, she’s super pretty and hot.. every time I see her pass by I can’t help but to get these dirty thoughts it’s gross i know but I can’t help it!

I’ve recently been purposely failing classes to see if our professor would maybe suggest her to tutor me, yeah besides her whole bimbo act she’s surprisingly has a very high score in this class. So my goal is to atleast try and get closer to her.. agh! I can feel the heat rise on my cheeks and..something else rise.

Your pov!

Ughh my professor just asked me to tutor armin, now I’m not mad that it’s him but like seriously me!? Tutoring someone, idk if I’m capable of that but oh well guess I have to.

—————————————————————time skip

I gave armin my number so I could text him the time he should come to my dorm so I can tutor him, he got so flustered it was.. kinda cute! What no, no way that I think that about some whimpy nerdy guy like him.

As I’m lost in my thoughts I hear my phone ding! And I go and look at my phone to see a message from armin saying he’s outside my dorm now, So I jump from my bed and look at myself in the mirror and try and make myself look decent.

“Uh h-hi (name)”

“Hi armin!, come in and take a sit by my desk or where ever I don’t really care”

Armin walks over and carefully places his notebook and books next to all your other stuff, you look at him and see him admire your room and the way it’s perfectly decorated.

“So! Let’s get started on helping you in math!”

I say trying to start a conversation and make things less akward, I take a seat next to armin and and get started on explaining on something that seemed to be troubling him on the subject. I look up and noticed his eyes already staring into my own, I blush and continue to stare like if I’m getting hypnotized by his beautiful ocean blue eyes…

“Your very beautiful (name)”

My eyes widen in shock ‘where’d he get all this confidence’ I think to myself.

We stare into our eyes for a bit when suddenly he leans in closer closing the gap between us, soon the kiss starts turning into a heated make out session and things quickly start to escalate.

“Take that shirt off armin”

Armin does as told and starts to undress , then looking up at you as if he’s asking ‘what next’.

“Eat this pussy arminnn~” you say whine bending over the desk where you guys have abandoned your guys notebooks.

“Yes ma’am”

Armin immediately gets flustered and I can see the buldge Im his pants getting bigger, he then gets up and kneels on the floor infront of your pussy.

“May I-may I pull these down”

Armin asks in a shaky voice.

“Mhm take them off Angel”

‘Can’t believe I’m giving this nerd pussy right now..’ you think in your head

And with that armin slowly pulled down your panties and took a good look at your pretty pussy just admiring and feeling lucky to get with the prettiest popular smart bimbo girl!

He then licks at your clit then starts taking bigger licks hesitantly.

“Mhm fuck armin- doing to well for me”

This gave armin the confidence to starts sucking and going at it on your pussy eating it like his last meal.

“Fuck- taste so good”

“Hah- fuck min,min”

You practically chant his name, seems like the only thing you can do is to just scream his name because hes eating you to the point where you can’t think straight. Soon you feel your climax coming through.

“Fuck! Min, cumming, cumming!”

And with that you came all over his face leaving you juices to go all over and making a mess on his face, he slurps up al your juices savoring the taste on his tongue.

“Hah- fuck your good at that”

You say and turn around and look down at armin and see that his pants have a wet spot.

Holy shit! Did armin really cum by just eating you out, damn that’s hot.

——————————————————————-time skip

Armin is now walking out of your dorm after that fun day you guys just had!

“Text me later Minnie”

“Of course darlings”

You shut the door and jumó on your bed happy with how your day went!

“Damn I love him”

(Anyways sorry if this is bad it’s my first time writing smut and only my second time writing to pls if there’s anything I can do to make this better let me know, thanks!)

[moonspirit]

Yeah since we’re horny hear me out:

For once, Annie being the teaser and bold one, whispering filthy words in armins ear while she’s on top of him on all fours, her back arched so her breasts touch his chest, making him impossibly flustered and speechless. She smirks and teases, doesn’t let him touch her, instead, she grazes her teeth on his skin and leaves fleeting touches that make him impossibly riled up.

He goes beyond crazy, so much to moan at just the sight of her on him.

Yeah but at some point he can’t resist anymore and grazes his fingers against her cunt and breasts so she buckles and gives in to his touch, so he can take the lead again and do anything he and she really want

Oh I see it's dom!Annie hours!

[N/SFW]

If you've been here for a while you know I looooove the dom!Armin agenda so so soooo much, but I also love dom!Annie because I think over time, as their relationship progresses through the years, she really gets so much bolder!

The "you can watch and feel but you can't touch me" is such a particular type of delicious askahfuodhgdg!!!! Armin is accustomed to riling Annie up to the point where even the slightest breath across her skin rewards him with a whine, but that's not to say he isn't super sensitive himself - because he is! Armin feels soo much!

And for him to be on the receiving end, likely spurred by Annie wanting to give him a taste of his own medicine, listening to her whispering in his ear, the sensation of her hot skin pressing along his body, the graze of her nipples on his chest, silky plush thighs squeezing around his hips...

...the wetness of her cunt soaking the light trail of hair from his navel...

She tells him, using the little nickname he'd given her: "No, love, don't you dare touch me."

And he obeys.

Because if Annie's going to put on a show and drive him to the brink of insanity, of course he's going to let her. She can do whatever she wants, sitting on top of him like that. She grinds, she releases little wanton moans into his hair, she whispers how good she feels even before he's inside...

Armin is quite powerless at this point, one slow hoarse breath after another pulled from his lips.

Until of course, he begins to think: She's enjoying this a bit too much, isn't she?

So he bucks up, pressing himself right along the length of where she's wettest. Hey, all she said was to not use his hands. He isn't using them at all. He's still obeying, see?

But with only this slightest change, Annie's no longer in control and she gasps aloud, shuddering on top.

Oh how he's missed hearing these sounds that she tries so hard to suppress.

From this point onwards, the game changes - Annie may still be on top but she certainly isn't having it her way anymore :3

[arminsumi]

MOMMY

Smut drabble | MDNI | Armin

Just some unholy 1 am smut I wrote for Armin that I was too embarrassed to post until now

⚠️Cws; SMUT, kinky smut, pre-est relationships (dating), only partially proofread bc I'm shy haha

Notes; dom!fem!reader, smut cws under the cut

Smut cws; porn without plot, a smidge of breeding kink, mommy kink, dom/sub dynamics, dirty talk, creampie, begging to cum

"Oh, mommy you feel so fucking good" He whines, squirming his hips underneath you.

He's looking up at you through his wettened fringe, his eyes are glazed over with lust.

"Y-you — needa — slow down — or I'm gonna — c-c-cum — " He stutters terribly.

You bounce on his dick so deliciously that he can't get his words out properly. The poor boy has to pinch his eyes shut and grit his teeth — you shouldn't feel this good, it's unfair.

He's whimpering your nickname in the highest pitch as he approaches his orgasm. His cock is throbbing so hot that it's almost scalding, and good God it's sensitive; there's no way he can keep from cumming.

His voice keeps getting higher, he becomes beautifully breathless.

"Can I cum inside you, mommy? Please?" He pleads desperately, his dick twitching impatiently inside you. He looks so sweet covered in sweat and panting his lungs out like this under you.

"Sure baby," You smirk, "Go ahead and cum inside. Give mommy a baby."

He lets out a strangled moan, releasing a creamy delicious load inside of you. The poor boy, his whole body is shaking and squirming from the pleasure overload. Do you know what you do to him? Clearly, with that smirk plastered on your face and naughty glint in your eyes.

You can feel him pulsating inside you, everything is a sticky mess and he loves it — he loves you, yeah, definitely, he decides it right there in his mind; he's so fucking in love with you.

"I love you..." He breathes shakily. His voice is hoarse and he's exhausted, but his dumb dick is already getting hard again.

His eyes are daring to flutter shut. He always gets sleepy after a good fuck. It's so sweet seeing him in a euphoric daze like this. His mind so mushy from orgasming that he doesn't pay attention to you sliding down and taking him into your mouth.

He jolts and nearly yelps when he feels your soft lips around him. Oh and he just about loses it when he feels your tongue do that fucking swirly thing — you know that drives him crazy.

"W — wait!" He nearly squeals, "I can't go another round..." he sighs dreamily, feeling your silky lips sliding up and down deliciously.

You pop of and smile up at him, "I'm just cleaning you up."

It may not seem like those words had much effect on him, but trust me, his mind short circuits when you say that.

"Y-you don't have to if you don't want to get dirty... ah!" He lets out a sharp moan, and squirms his legs around.

His whole body feels like its on fire in the best way possible. He's never had someone suck him off before, but he's too embarrassed to say that now.

"Oh fuck, mommy — mommy your lips feel so good." He moans. His head is spinning under the influence of your soft, wet mouth.

He can't handle it for much longer and cums again. It tastes surprisingly good, but it's so thick that it's hard to swallow. He watches you swallow his release with big eyes, and you just cheekily smile up at him.

[arlerts-angel]

🖤⛓️🔞 | 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝐯𝐨𝐥. 4: 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐮𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐧

a/n: i have never really written dom!reader before so if this awful i'm so sorry LOL 🫡 since it's halloween i'll put my own little spin on the ghostface trend 🥰 this is the final fic of my kinktober event :( don't worry! we'll be back soon for kinkmas ;)

cw: sub!armin x fem!dom!reader, established relationship, oral sex (m and f receiving), masturbation (male), light sensory deprivation (armin gets blindfolded), penetrative sex (p in v), multiple orgasms, reader is referred to as "madame" and "mistress"

taglist: @callm3senpaii @dilfkentolover @arlertwitch @nigthmar3moon @darkstarlight82 @daddydynamight @millennialmagicalgirl @ringsofsaturnnnn @la-undercover-latina @softlilpeachxx @i-literally-cant-with-this with-this @arlertdarling @tomuraslut @hannas16

there's a faint sound of tires crunching on the pavement driveway. armin walks in and sees you sitting in your little black dress, six inch red bottoms and the cherry on top: a ghostface mask.

"oh yeah?" he smirks, hanging up his keys. he places a hand on your knee that's crossed over the other and swipes his thumb gently across your smooth skin. "you look sexy, angel." he smiles and pats your leg as if he's about to walk away. you grab his arm, causing him to stop abruptly.

"on your knees." you demand. he obeys, falling to his knees. you lift your leg onto the couch revealing nothing under your dress. his pupils dilate at the sight above him. you grab his head and push his face into your cunt. "be a good boy and fuck yourself while you eat me out."

"yes, madame." he nods and takes his cock out, stroking himself as he hungrily kisses your pussy lips. his tongue flicks your clit vigorously, like his life depended on it. "just like that. i knew you were a good boy. you live to please your mistress, isn't that right?" he replies "yes mistress" then continues to lap at your sweet heat.

his breathing grows harder and his tongue-fucking gets sloppier as he approaches his orgasm. "is my little boy gonna cum already?" you taunt. he whines and fists his cock one last time before painting the palm of his hand with him cum. you tighten your grip on his head and grind your clit against his tongue. "don't waste a drop of my cum, understand?" you ask through gritted teeth and cum on his face. he obediently swallows your sweet juices.

"now, sit down on the couch and close your eyes." you coax, grabbing a black silk blindfold from the couch next to him. you swiftly tie it around his eyes. "you may only take this off when i say you can, understood?" you ask, stroking his half hard cock slowly in your hand. "yes mistress, i understand." he whimpers in response. you take his cock into your mouth and feel it stiffen as you bob your head up and down his length. he makes the most sinful noises sound heavenly. "i'm not gonna last, madame." he pants. "oh? do you want to cum again, sweet boy?" you stroke him softly, waiting for his answer. "yes please." he breathes. you acknowledge his answer by taking his cock between your lips, the tip touching the back of your throat as he shoots a second load in your mouth. "ah fuck-!" he cries out. the twitch of his cock when he cums is almost painful.

"you got one more for me?" you ask, watching his chest rise and fall as he catches his breath. "i don't think i can cum anymore." he says reluctantly. you ignore him and make his newly flaccid cock hard one more time. he winces as you straddle his sensitive cock. you can feel his poor, beaten and overstimulated dick throb in sync with his heartbeat against your walls.

"gotta make me cum, sweet boy. play with my clit while i fuck myself on you." you coo, softly stroking his hair. he throws his head back in preparation of the third round of stimulation. he fingers your clit as best as he can as you roll your hips against his. "that's it, such a good boy. you can do this. just one more for me." you encourage. "i can't–" he whines. "you're gonna give me one more or i'll take it from you." you bark, slamming down on his cock faster and harder.

"shit–!" he cries as his sensitive tip fucks your g-spot relentlessly. "shhh– it's okay. don't fight it, baby." you moan and tighten your pussy around him as you cum, causing him to cum a third time. "ah–! oh god, oh fuck–" he whimpers. "there it is– i know it's a lot baby but you're doing so good for me, cumming so hard." you praise him and remove your mask and his blindfold, smirking at his fucked out face.

[ava1nae]

YESS

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

[mysicklove]

trying to convince your sub to dom you one time, just to watch how adorably flustered they get and overwhelmed within seconds. blink at them from beneath them, while dramatically crying out words they said to you in the past just to watch their face flush with embarrassment when they recognize them. their hands get all shaky, and you know that they just want to stop, to have you take the lead again, but they want to be good and listen to your request. so they give off shaky commands, "l-lay down....please?"

you have two different options in this situation, one, to listen to their commands, smiling at them the entire time to see how long they last without asking for help. or two, saying something along the lines of, "yeah? make me." just to see their facade crumble, clinging onto you immediately, and stammering out apologies, trying to get you to coo at them again. to finally take the lead again.

Tamaki Amajiki, Eijiro Kirishima, Zenitsu Agatsuma, Yuuta Okkotsu, Armin Arlert, Mitsuri Kanroji, Genya Shinazugawa, Toge Inumaki, Tanjiro Kamado, Seishiro Nagi