#dom armin arlert

[i-heart-mgg]

3rd Row, By The Window

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Pairings: Armin Arlert x Fem Reader

Summary: You ask Armin to help you study, with a happy little accident your relationship evolves into more than just friends.

Warnings: Heavy smut, making out, thigh gripping, dry humping, thigh grinding, slight tit play, palming, fingering, PnV sex, virgin! Reader and Armin, desk fucking, soft dom Armin, creampie, use of nicknames (Angel, good girl, slut, etc), slight overstimulation, mating press, size difference, raw sex, aftercare, teasing (from eren the next day).

Word count: 6053

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Sunlight illuminated the golden locks of the boy sitting in the third row, next to the window. His gaze was trained on your professor as the words began to topple over one another, his pen scribbling down any coherent information that escaped his chapped lips. Something you had long given up on, not a soul tried or even liked Mr Haas’ class, except for Armin Arlert, forever the goody too shoes striving to be better than the rest. The type to raise his hand about handing in homework while the rest groan in agony, which safe to say doesn’t make him the most likeable character among your peers. Yet something about him made your heart beat one pace faster, palms clammy, and head light. Which is why today is the day you ask for some ‘help’ with his expertise in tutoring.

With your supplies readily packed within the constraints of your school bag, you anxiously anticipated the minute the clock struck the conclusion of the lesson. Strumming your fingers on the desk you looked up to the worn clock on the wall, never failing to be exactly 1 minute behind the rest. The two hands met and this was your cue to go, you swiftly stood up from your seat, pushing it under the desk before letting your legs mindlessly take you to where Armin was still packing away his materials from class. The confident air you once adorned soon vanished when you saw his head poke up to meet you with those intimidatingly blue eyes.

“Oh hi (name)!” Armin chimed, a bashful smile playing along his rosy lips. You were surprised he even recalled your name, you’ve only ever spoken to him what, 2 maybe 3 times? Averting your gaze from his piercing one to look at the fidgeting of your thumbs, you gained the courage to speak, “Uh hey Armin…” He cocked his head to the side, stepping closer to you after he’d slew his weighted bag over his shoulder. “What um, brings you here to talk to me all of a sudden?” He chuckled. You captured all the air you could manage in one breath, finally regaining your composure to look back into his eyes. “I know this is sort of out of the blue but you’re probably the smartest person in this room, teacher included, and I’m struggling with my studies so if it doesn’t take up too much of your time, I would really appreciate if you could tutor me.” The last morsel of air escaped your lungs and you looked up at him, awaiting an answer.

The corners of his mouth turned up as he made the most enchanting smile, truly something you’d see out of a fantasy, and replied. “Of course, it’s no trouble at all, I'd be honoured to help in any way I can. And I’m not that smart, don’t make my head grow too big.” You prayed he wouldn’t notice the blush that was quickly climbing up your neck, and grinned back at him with a plethora of scenarios racing through your mind. “Thank you so much, Armin, you’re being such a great help.” And under your breath, you murmured, “But you ARE that smart.” If he noticed, he didn’t say anything, however, it was likely he did as his cheeks grew an almost hardly noticeable, pink tinge.

“I’m actually free for the rest of the day, if you want to come to my dorm room. Not that we can’t go to a library or your room it’s just that at this time it would be super busy and I wouldn’t want to intrude in your space.” Armin squeaked, averting his gaze for just a moment before returning. Was this a blessing from god himself? Armin Arlert inviting you into his own room, there was no other explanation for it. “No, that’s totally all fine with me, I agree the library would be too busy, and my room is.. a bit of a mess at the moment.” You tittered, nervously exchanging weight between your two feet like a seesaw. “Well it’s set then, let’s start making our way” Armin smiled as you two walked down to the door leading out of the lecture theatre.

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The corridor felt long, too long, the plain white walls and old grey carpet seemed to stretch into an endless abyss, until Armin halted. You were there. Every muscle in your body was stiff as an 80-year-old, contradicting the lively passion of youth burning in your heart. “(Name), we’re here. (Name)?” Broken from your trance you abruptly twisted your body to face the door looming in front of you. “Are you ok, I know the place could use some work but it’s scholarship-funded so I can’t complain.” Armin awkwardly laughed, “No! No, I mean it’s fine, great even, I’m fine just spacing off haha…” Your eyes darted around, Armin looking at you with a hint of concern behind his gaze.

“Alright, as long as you're fine.” He uttered, opening the door to let you in first, ever the gentleman. So this is what his room looks like, tidy, as expected, navy blue bedding made neatly, a picture of his best friends Eren and Mikasa resting prettily on the bedside table, bookshelves from floor to ceiling, not one spot left unfilled, and a large desk complete with anything you could ever need for schoolwork. Armin to a t. “Wow, your room is so beautifully organised, wish I had that kind of commitment.” You joked, turning to smile back at him, to which he returned the gesture. “Well, I try.” He said smugly.

He strode over to the mahogany desk, pulling out an extra chair from behind for you to perch yourself on. “Feel free to make yourself comfortable, if you’re cold you can use my throw blanket, the place doesn’t have heating so it can get a little chilly.” You turned your attention to Armin, holding the fluffy grey blanket in his hand, smiling to yourself you took it gratefully and placed it upon your body, opening your bag to get out your studying supplies. “Thank you, it was feeling a bit nippy in here, won’t you get cold without it though?” Armin slinked around your chair, carefully positioning himself in his own, “Don’t worry about me, I’ve got pants and a jumper on, you’re wearing a skirt so priority should fall to you.”

You nodded in agreement, flipping your textbook to where you were stuck. Armin began to pull out his books, kicking off his shoes as you were reminded to do the same. He watched you, how you swung your legs from the chair, how you tucked your hair behind your ear so as to not get in the way of reading your book, how you would occasionally glance back at him, only to quickly look away with a light dust of pink on your cheeks. You were cute, he had to admit, it was obvious, but in your own unnerved state you ignored how he fidgeted with his hands, how his thigh was subtly bouncing up and down, and how he blushed when you caught him staring. Armin cleared his throat to terminate the silence, “So, um, what was it that you needed help with?”

You explained to Armin the concept you were stuck on, pointing to a practice question. “I just- don’t get how it works, like I know the steps but my brain doesn’t know how to put it into action.” You met Armins’ eyes as he reached over to your hand, shuffling his chair closer so that your thighs may abut at any moment. “Can I?” He asked, glancing at the pen you were holding. “Yeah, sure.” You handed him the instrument, your fingers brushing against each other a second or two longer than what would be considered an accidental graze of the hand. His breath slightly hitched and you raised your head to look at him, however, he had already begun writing on a blank piece of paper nearby.

“Here, (name) I finished this question, let’s go over how to do it.” He placed the paper down next to your book, explaining the question with words you’ve probably never heard in your life, damn that man is smart. It all blurred into one while he was speaking anyway, the way he could talk for hours and you wouldn’t get sick of hearing his sweet voice. He was so close, if you had been cold before you’d done a 180 because with the way your body was overheating you couldn’t help but slide the blanket down your legs to release some of the warmth. Exposing just your upper thighs, as you didn’t have the gall to completely take it off after recently accepting his thoughtful gesture.

Time passed as you followed the same formulaic routine, practise questions, marking, explanation on where you went wrong, where you didn’t. The room now had an orange aura about it as the sun began to take its rest for the day, you’d lost count of what question you were on, your palm rested against your head acting as the lone barrier between you and your heading slamming the desk in exhaustion. You heard the sound of a pen rolling across the desk, and Armin's hand was on your upper thigh. Gripping it, hard. “Oh my god, I’m so sorry! I really didn’t mean to do that, I was just trying to reach for the pen before it fell off the desk when I sort of lost my balance, I’m really sorry (name).” Just your luck.

Your face burned a bright red, as did his as he desperately tried to explain himself. But fuck did you want him to do it again. Nothing but spurts of air came out of your mouth, no words could describe what you were feeling, what you wanted him to do to you. The room fell silent for a brief period, and a shaky breath escaped your lungs. “I’m so so sorry, I can leave if you need me to, although this is my room so- um- I don’t know…”

You jerked your head up, looking at Armin as he thrashed about in his chair, searching for a solution that he wouldn’t be able to find in his flustered state.

“Armin calm down, I don’t mind, you didn’t try to make me feel uncomfortable on purpose or anything!” You said, grabbing a hold of his strong shoulders and gazing deep into his azure eyes. He sat still, exhaling in relief. “God I thought I screwed it up with you, you had me panicking when you weren’t responding.” He chuckled, “It’s all good Armin, stop overreacting you only touched my thigh, there are worse places.” You smirked, “But I’d probably like you touching me there more…” you said in the faintest voice, thinking someone as quick-witted and observant as he wouldn’t notice. His jaw dropped in shock and his back straightened upright as electricity coursed through his nervous system.

“Did you.. mean that?” You slowly turned your head back around in horror, no way he fucking heard that, the window was close by may as well take a dive off the 3rd floor. “H-huh?” You tried to play it dumb, nobody here is being fooled by that, not even yourself. Armin took a breath before glancing to the side and back at you, beads of sweat beginning to form on his forehead as he almost choked on his words. “I could be completely off base here but, if you meant what you said, then I guess- I wouldn’t, uh, mind touching…” he said, his voice barely a whisper by the last word. You sat there, dumbfounded. It must be a dream.

“I- uh, yes?” Armin moved closer, gently placing his hand on top of yours, “Don’t feel pressured we can go back to studying if it was just a sarcastic remark.” Your heart was beating a thousand times per minute, and any oxygen passing through your lungs vanished in an instant, this couldn’t be happening, could it? “No, I meant it, really, if you still wanna…” His hand tenderly trailed from your own up your arm and to your waist, pulling you closer into his embrace. The blanket that provided you warmth slipped off your legs entirely to be long forgotten on the floor. His veiny hands delicately tucked a loose strand of hair behind your ear, as he leaned in and whispered, “I’ll do whatever you want me to, just say the word alright?” His body heat radiated against your frame, causing you to let out small pants as his fingers leisurely traced up and down your sides.

“Kiss.. please.” You said breathily. Armin pulled back, you could see a certain hunger in his eyes before his plush lips met your own, he was intense, yet docile, taking such care in pleasing you, beckoning to your every wish and desire. “You're so perfect, so sweet for me.” He said between kisses, your lips entwined with each other, neither of you eager to stop anytime soon. He brought his other hand to rest behind your neck, lightly grasping your hair to pull you deeper into the kiss. The hand that was around your waist slithered down to the back of your thigh as he used it as leverage to lift you onto his desk. You gasped at the sudden movement, allowing Armin to intrude his tongue into your mouth, as his hand once again seized your waist.

“Mh!” You moaned into his mouth, as he slid his surprisingly muscular thigh between your legs, pressing against where you needed him the most. You grasped at anything behind you to stabilise yourself, the contact making your body go limp, so long for the various papers and stationary that toppled off the desk in your wake. Just when you thought it couldn’t get any better, a gasp escaped your lips, breaking the kiss while he moved his thigh up and down, rubbing the thick material of his pants on your clothed pussy. “Be a good girl and use it, ok?” Armin purred into your ear, his lips making their way from your jaw, down to your neck, and stopping at your collarbone, marking them with maroon-coloured blemishes. As per his instructions, you began to rock yourself on his leg, hands clawing at the fabric of his freshly ironed jumper, leaving wrinkles in the fabric as it bunched up.

He took clutch of your waist, you could feel his fingertips softly guiding your hips to arch forward and backward in a fluid motion. The friction of his rough jeans was too much to handle, making your clit throb incessantly while small whimpers slipped off the tip of your tongue. Your legs desperately suffocated his own as you rocked yourself at a faster pace. To which Armin promptly shoved his leg further into your core, causing the desk to shake and miscellaneous objects to fall from the cliff as he spread your legs out once again. “You’re doing so good, keep going. Tell me where to touch you next.” All you could manage was a barely audible “Ok”, too caught up in the pleasure to form a coherent sentence.

All of a sudden he stopped, his leg halting as he lifted his head from your body, hair messy, pupils dilated, and lips wet. The look in his eyes said he wanted, no, NEEDED to devour you. However, the loss of contact made you whine out in frustration. “Min..” you groaned, apprehensively grinding yourself on his leg in hopes he would move just an inch. “(Name) you gotta tell me with your words now,” Armin spoke, leaving one more kiss on your neck before looking up at you with pleading eyes. Sighing, you bit your lip in embarrassment, “Anywhere, everywhere, wanna feel you all over me… inside me.” He gazed back, stunned at your confession, not to say he wasn’t wishing for the same thing.

You felt the harsh grip of his hand on your ass in an instant, pulling you flush with his hips where you could feel the unmistakable hardness of his dick pressing against you. He swiftly lifted your legs to wrap around his torso while pushing your back against the desk, his hand placed behind your head to make sure you didn’t hit it too hard. His lips were hot against yours and you could feel your baby hairs cling to your forehead from the sweat. Armin's nimble fingers made their way up your shirt, carefully pulling it over your head while he held you off the desk by your waist, hands burning your skin with the simple touch. Your eyes darted down to where his erection strained against his pants, he couldn’t help but needily grind his cock into you to release at least some pressure.

Armin's free hand went to cup your breast through your bra, kneading the flesh as you moaned out in ecstasy. Soon he reached around your back to unclasp the undergarment, staring intently as your tits slightly bounced while falling out. He pressed into your core harder as he felt the soft sensation of your bare boobs beneath his fingertips, experimentally rolling your nipple between his index and middle. The heat in the air was unbearable, the warmth of Armin's jumper far too much at that moment. He gave a quick peck and a quaint “sorry” before lifting himself to strip his body of the item, revealing his toned torso and arms.

While you gawked at his body his hands were making fast pace to underneath your skirt, his short nails leaving tingling sensations as he traced them up your thighs. He folded up your skirt to get a better view, pausing to stare at the pink lace panties you adorned and discreetly swallowing the saliva forming at the back of his throat. He traced his eyes along your body, committing all your curves, the slight furrow of your brows and the way your chest raised up and down in anticipation to memory. His hand trailed its way down to your underwear, breathily sighing as he pressed his middle finger into the large soaked patch.

“Are you this wet for me?” Armin borderline whispered, his face flushing a deep crimson he attempted to hide by swivelling his head to the side. “You’re so cute, Armin.” You mused, interlocking your fingers with his and squeezing them within the palm of your hand. “N- stop, I can’t focus if you tease me like that..” He turned his attention back to you, face still flushed as he guided the hand you were holding to press against your panties. “Do you feel how fucking drenched you are?” He pressed your hand harder into your clit, “How am I not supposed to get excited?” Armin said defensively, you giggled at the sight before you were rudely awoken to his fingers dipping beneath the confines of your underwear.

Your moans rang embarrassingly loud in the small room as a finger shallowly dipped itself inside your pussy. “Is that ok with you?” Armin questioned, it didn’t really matter though as you’d let him do anything to you, however, you mustered up a half moan, half mhm in reply. His finger pulled its way out before pushing in again, much deeper than before. He set a slow rhythm, getting you acquainted with the feeling of something foreign inside of you. You peeked down to where his finger was pumping repeatedly, the veins of his hand prominent when he strained to curl his finger.

“Please, more.” You beseeched, he met your half-lidded eyes and swore he could’ve come from the perilous gaze staring back at him. “Anything for you angel.” And with that, you felt the stretch of a second finger entering you, thrusting faster and harder till your toes were curling in euphoria. Armin leaned over your body to kiss you, his tongue entering your mouth without hesitation, his fingers unrelenting on this attack on your pussy. As he was placing a thumb on your clit, his body jerked at the unforeseen touch of your hand palming his dick. “Mmm, so good min-“ you praised, causing him to nearly double over in pleasure.

The harder you pressed against his cock, the faster he would circle around your clit and thrust his fingers in and out, the more raucous your moans, the more you felt the twitch of his dick beneath his pants. It was a battle of who could indulge the other better, first to come lost, although it was never a fair fight, with the way he reached that spongy spot inside of you over and over, you were mere seconds from falling apart. “Gonna- come, ah!” You shrieked, your core clenching around his fingers so hard he may never be able to escape, “Go on, come for me now.”

You were past the threshold, climax hitting you with the power of a thousand colossals’. Although Armin didn’t stop the plunging of his fingers, rather speeding up, causing a lone tear to trickle down the side of your cheek onto the long-forgotten answer page he had so kindly written for you. “S- too much Armin..” You panted, still high off the last orgasm that propelled its way through your body at an alarmingly intense rate. “I know you can do it, trust me you won’t regret it.” He mumbled into your ear, arm tired yet still so eager to make this something to remember, make him something to remember. “Won’t be able- to take this,” you lightly brushed your hand over his erect dick, “if you keep going.”

His heart stopped momentarily before his hand. You slumped back when he gently pulled his fingers out of you, a string of your cum still attached from where his fingers were inside of you. When it broke, your blurred gaze followed his hand to where he placed them tactfully in his mouth, beginning to suck the viscous liquid. They came out clean, sparkling even, not a single drop wasted, and your pussy clenched around nothing at the sight.

“I uh- I don’t have any condoms 'cause I usually, no- haven’t, done this before..” Armin stuttered, eyes darting around his room just in case he’d find the non-existent protection he was speaking of. “Me either.” You said reassuringly, despite the nerves that were eating you up alive. “Really?” He questioned, “I didn’t mean that in a rude way at all it’s just- you’re so beautiful it was surprising to hear that.” Armin flushed, interlinking his pinky finger with your own. “I could say the same for you, I mean you’re sweet, handsome, smart, and with the way you were y’know doing that earlier I thought you must’ve had experience.” Your head turned away at the last word, it was far too embarrassing to look him in the eye after you said all that.

��However, you were caught off guard when he grasped your chin between his index and thumb, turning you back around to meet him face-to-face. You felt his soft breaths against your skin, he was so close, and the way he was looking at you felt so.. intimate. “I may or may not have had practice with that stuff with my previous girlfriend, but I’ve never gone this far with her, or anyone for that matter. We’ve barely talked but there’s this feeling in my gut saying it wants it to be you.” A short gasp slipped past your lips, you wanted it to be him, too. “I’m on birth control, and I’m clean, obviously, so- please I need you right now.”

The clinking of his belt buckle rang through the room, commanding all your attention. His fingers danced through the belt loops, pulling it loose, you heard the clear thump of it falling to the ground. You utilised your elbows to prop you up, gazing downwards as he undressed himself, alluring you as if it were some kind of performance. He unbuttoned his trousers, and undid the zip, sighing in relief as the constraints were lifted. They slid down his legs, taking their time to reveal the main act of the evening. “Before I take these off, could you please take off your skirt and panties for me?” Armin croaked, attempting to distract the spotlight from shining on him too long. You complied, shimmying the items down your legs and blushing as you realised you were completely naked for Armin Arlert to see.

“It’s only fair you return the favour…” He pulled down his boxers, letting his cock spring free, it was pretty like him, pink and dripping with pearly white beads of precum, and surprisingly big too. You couldn’t help but stare, yet he couldn't complain, as he was doing the exact same to you. You both gawked at each other, unmoving. “Will that fit-“, “You’re so gorgeous-“, You both spoke at the same time, inebriated by the other’s presence. The implications of that comment dawned on Armin, and he tried to shield himself out of instinct, he was far too laggard though, as you gripped his wrist before he could block your view. “Don’t cover yourself, I wanna see all of you, even if it is a tad daunting.” You chuckled.

You felt his muscles soften under your hold, slowly pulling his hand away to place it on the desk, caging you with his presence. “I promise to be gentle, just tell me whatever comes to your mind to guide me, please?” He whispered, his head dipped down into the crook of your neck. You wondered if he could feel how fast your heart was beating when your chest gladly welcomed his. “Ok, but just know that I trust your judgement on any decision you make, try not to overthink anything and enjoy it for me.” You smiled, running your fingers through his silky locks. “Of course,” Armin tenderly spoke back, as he raised his body from yours.

You gasped as you felt his dick rubbing along your pussy, coating itself in your slick. Until it caught in your opening, his tip at your entrance pulsing and needy to be sheathed inside you. One hand guided his cock within your walls, the other rested against a shelf for support, inch by inch he sank deeper into you, and as the distance between him and the hilt shortened, he was reduced to a symphony of pathetic whines. However, your voice sought to challenge his, moans just as loud as the other, making it infinitely harder for him to stop the pulsing of his dick inside you. Armin was both equipped with girth and length, making the stretch unbearable, your hands that were wrapped around his frame clawed the skin, leaving stinging red lines behind their path.

“You’re so s-so good, just relax your body f’me, you’re too tight, nh-“ He rambled in your ear, barely able to pronounce his words at the sensation of your warm, wet pussy engulfing him whole. The feeling of the harsh wood underneath you was completely numbed by Armin as he pushed deeper and deeper, not an end in sight. You could feel the slightest movements, the two veins that ran along the underside of his dick, and the shivers that ran down Armin's spine, causing him to jolt his hips forward abruptly. “Just a little bit.. ah- more, taking me so well.” You felt the last of him slip inside you, your hips flush against his, stretching you out further than ever before. Your breaths were in unison for the minute or two you were rendered inert, the burn began to ease and the need for more had arisen.

Leeching onto his shoulders, you rolled yourself into him, a choked moan escaping his erubescent lips. Your eyes met in a moment of agreement, and his hips pulled back timidly before returning to their original position. Full body shudders erupted over your perspiring skin, he pulled back, only to push back in again, and out, and in, and out, and in, until it was a slow but fluent movement. You gazed up above you, to see the upturned brows and marginally parted lips, to which high-pitched whimpers and praises couldn’t help but fall out of. He was ethereal. Yet you wished for more, to stain every crevice and crumb of his being with adultery and filth. A sardonic pleasure in which you can bask in the knowledge that you and you alone have ruined him for anyone who dares to unveil his sheep’s cloak.

“Harder, min..” you moaned breathlessly into his ear, making his abdomen tense violently, attempting to keep himself from filling you up with his cum that very moment. Warm air tickled your ear before you were left with nothing but the tip of his dick inside you, that was until everything was inside you, in an instant. His cock split you open, gradually fucking you harder and faster till saliva was threatening to pour from the side of your mouth. Your legs wrapped around his torso, ankles interlocking to get him as far as possible. He reached his hand down to feel your stomach, pressing down so that he could feel his cock meet his fingers, “does it hurt taking it?” Armin questioned, with half-lidded eyes you looked below you. “Bit, not much anymore though… if I wanna be your slut- gotta get used to it.”

His hips stuttered, breaking the fast rhythm they had built up, and a loud groan slipped past his lips. His hands travelled to capture the backs of your knees, protracting your legs to rest over his broad shoulders. Resting his weight on your body your knees touched your chest, and his thick cock plunged itself deep inside you. “F-fuck Armin!” He soon regained his previous pace, the only sounds that graced your ears were the wet slaps of him pounding your pussy like no tomorrow, and the periodic thumping of the desk knocking on the thin walls. Armin coyly glanced to the side before perking up, “Such a good fucking slut for me, taking my dick like that-“ he choked on his words as he felt your pussy squeeze him desperately, the hand on your waist gaining a bruising force.

“If you tighten around my dick like that I don’t think I’ll be able to control myself…” good thing you didn’t want him to. Armin caressed your cheek with his free hand, before slinking it around the back of your head and pulling you up by the hair to meet his supple lips. You retaliated by biting down lightly on his bottom lip, making his thrusts increase in pace. His dick was kissing the head of your cervix as you whined broken sentences into his mouth, “r-ight, there.. ah! Min-“ he adjusted the angle of his hips to reach that spongey spot inside of you, your legs still being brutally folded in half with your feet dangling over his head.

“M’ gonna come..” the pressure had built and wrapped tightly around your core, drawing you closer and closer to the precipice of release. Armin relinquished the battle of your tongues, leaving a small string of spit between your swollen lips, and placed a thumb over your clitoris, swirling in rapid circles. “Mh- me too, come for me, angel.” And with that, your pussy was squeezing the life out of him like a vice, the two of you moaning loud enough to alert the whole building. “Can I- fill you.. up? Please?” You choked out a faint “yes” before you felt Armin's strokes begin to falter and eyes roll back in gratification. The warm sensation of his cum saturating your insides made you clench around him even tighter, drawing out every last drop as he watched himself fuck his cum back inside you.

“Ah! Such a, good, fucking, girl.” He panted, accentuating each word with a hard plunge. Before he slumped down to rest against you, holding your body tenderly in your hands while he ran another through your slightly damp hair. You felt the tensing of his muscles begin to alleviate, and your heart rate climbed back down to a moderate pace. Armin pulled out gently after taking a moment to regain his breath, even so, it hitched again when he saw his cum seep out onto the desk. “I’ll be right back,” he said, pecking you on the cheek before going to the bathroom to grab a washcloth.

He came back to the sight of you, fucked out on his desk, legs trembling, and eyes fighting to stay open. “Sorry if it feels too sensitive, it’ll only be a second I promise.” He carefully dragged the towel between your legs, making you squirm as the fabric briefly brushed your clit, and down onto the table where it had seeped out. “C'mon, let’s get you in the shower, yeah?” Armin gently lifted you in his arms, your legs wrapping around him like a koala bear, before he carried you to the cramped bathroom. “I’m so sorry if I was too rough, just wanted to make you happy.” He said, hiding his face in the nook of your neck, “Don’t apologise, I liked it, a lot.” Armin blushed, rotating his head to the side as he turned on the hot water, placing you down on your feet but making sure to still hold you in case you didn’t have the strength to stand. “Me too…”

—x—

“Soooo Armin, what did you do yesterday?” Eren grinned, reclining back in his chair watching Armin's hand immediately halt as he glanced to the side blushing. “Oh- uh, just the usual, y’know studying..” he chuckled, now repeatedly clicking his pen up and down. “Oh yeah, I bet you were doing a lot of ‘studying’ with (name) last night.” Armin's tongue darted out to wet his lips, looking to the ground as he was too embarrassed to meet Erens mischievous gaze. “Yeah, we were um- well she asked me to tutor her.” Eren bounced his knee up into the desk three times with faint moans before smirking, “Did you forget who lives on the other side of your wall? You guys were loud as fuck, good on you though I didn’t know you had that in you.”

His hand came down to his knee, Eren slapping it carelessly while breaking out into a fit of laughter. Armin lightly kicked him under the desk, his face tomato-red as he glared at the guy sitting across from him. “Shut up, we’re in a library and people are staring!” Armin whisper-yelled. Eren went dead silent as he spotted you a table or two away, noticing a plethora of dark purple marks along your neck. “Goddamn, you were feasting on that shit.” Armin buried his head in his palms while Eren sat there eyes wide with shock. You felt someone’s gaze boring into the back of your head, turning around you spotted Armin and his best friend Eren. You waved over to Armin to which he mustered up a meek smile and waved back, Eren looked over at Armin with a shit-eating grin on his face before ushering you over.

“Hey (Name), I’m Eren, I think we’ve talked in one of our classes before.” You sat down in the chair next to Armin, positioning yourself to face Eren, “Uh yeah I think I remember you! Good to see you again.” You smiled, glancing over to look at Armin, whose eyebrow was twitching ever so subtly. “Oh I actually saw you this morning when you came out of Armin's room, sorry I didn’t say hi sooner.” Your neck snapped back around to Eren, the only thing coming out of your mouth being awkward chuckles. You’ve never seen someone so innocent-looking give the deadliest glare to someone before.

“(Name), do you wanna go on a date, right now?” Armin asked, entangling his fingers with yours. “I-I’d love to, but um, weren’t you hanging out here before I intruded?” Eren leaned forward in his chair, “Go on with Armin, it makes me happy to see him with a girlfriend after so long.” He said earnestly, neither of you confirming or denying the accusation before you both stood up leaving him with a small “thank you”.

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I don’t really like the starting bit it’s lwk cringey, but I prefer smut with some backstory so whatever 🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️. Hope you enjoyed I know ts isn’t realistic for a first time but it’s fanfiction so who cares 🙏. I’m open to any requests also, as long as it’s not incest…

[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

[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.”

[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!

kinktober 2023 masterlist

“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

[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

[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!)

[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.

[captainleviswifee]

bro skipped their introduction to psychology subject units. All humans express emotions in their own way. If a person doesn't express his emotions in a typical way most people would, it will spill through other ways.

I repeat. It's normal for humans to cry or feel emotions. It's part of being human. In the anime, Levi had a lot of interactions with other characters showing his compassionate side. It's subtle and may be difficult to notice as he does it with his usual neutral expression. Buut one must note that his actions are done with empathy to care for the people around him. He looks grumpy, but he can actually be caring despite what people mostly paint him out to be.

An Exposé of v_onth/7m7n7's Long-Time Harassment and Cyberbullying against the Attack on Titan Community:

To the Levi and AoT Fandom,

For the past two years, a dangerous and obsessive individual has used multiple accounts across different platforms to stalk, threaten, and harass fans throughout the Attack on Titan (AoT) community. This person’s harassment isn’t limited to disagreements about fictional character dynamics or ships—it extends to vile abuse, including ableist, racist, and misogynistic slurs, targeted at anyone they perceive as a threat to their personal views. Their harassment has affected fans across various subcommunities, from Levi and Mikasa fans to fic writers, artists, eruri shippers, self-shippers, and content creators of all kinds. On Twitter, they frequently use the handle v_onth, while on Tumblr, they’ve primarily been known as 7m7n7, among other aliases. Their actions are not isolated incidents—they are part of a long, calculated campaign to bully and silence creators, artists, and fans across the AoT community. They’ve used sock puppet accounts, manipulation, and harassment tactics to create division, spark conflict, and drive people out of the fandom.

This post is a warning: by sharing and reblogging this post, you can help spread awareness of their tactics and prevent others from becoming victims. This effort only works if the community works together to recognize, block, and stop this person from causing further harm. The following link is to a PDF compiling evidence of v_onth's tactics, harassment, and cyberbullying. Please take a moment to read, share, and protect the AoT community from their continued harassment:

View the PDF Link Below:

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This post is intended to serve as a safeguard for the AoT community against the ongoing bullying, harassment, and threats regularly employed by the person behind these accounts. By sharing documented evidence of their behavior, conduct, and activities, we hope to inform the community and help individuals recognize the patterns of their abuse. By doing so, fans will be better equipped to protect themselves and others. This individual thrives on causing division and distress within the fandom, and their ability to manipulate and target others will continue unless we stand together to expose and block them.

This effort will only succeed if this post is shared and reblogged widely. If you’re able, please do so to help spread awareness and keep the AoT fandom as safe and welcoming as possible. Whether you’ve been directly affected or not, helping others recognize the danger this individual poses is critical to keeping the AoT community safe and welcoming for everyone. Let’s stand up to this harassment and ensure that no fan, creator, or member of this community feels unsafe sharing their love for Attack on Titan.

[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"

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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.