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arminsumi · 8 months

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fogging up nerd armin's glasses.

𝐀𝐑𝐌𝐈𝐍 — アルミン ⋅ fem reader

NOTES: damn i rlly be making my entrance to hell with this 🫡 kidding. ENJOY MY FELLOW NASTY BXTCHES 😈 the poll ain't even finished but i whipped this up in preparation for the armin prompt winning so i can satisfy our nerdmin craving lol

🔞 mdni / 18+ content

SUMMARY — nerd armin being pathetic for u until he snaps 'n puts u in ur place and does a full 180 :)

WARNINGS — smut, stereotypes (nerd, popular girl), mean reader / "pathetic" min -> mean min

SMUT WARNINGS — nasty kinky smut, implied experienced reader, namecalling (bxtch — both ways, he uses your own spells against you like some mf sev. snape, slvt,), stereotype kink (?) if that's what it's called, calling him/you pathetic, (mean) (nasty) dirty talk, oraljob (m. receiving), cvm swallowing, unprotected sex (implied taking the pill tho), creampie, dom/sub dynamics (switching), mean reader -> mean armin later, slight overstim, slight size kink, mentions him watching/learning from pxrn + mxsturbating with a pillow, please lmk if i have missed a warning!!

WORDCOUNT ≈ 1.2k

🍒 𝐉𝐚𝐲 ⋅ 𝐑𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐬/𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐩 𝐚 𝐥𝐨𝐭 !

gold-framed, oversized, round glasses slip down his nose. there's a slight fog gradient creeping from the bottom of the lenses, owed to the searing heat coming from his dampened cheeks.

he's never felt this good in his life and you know it, that's partly why you offered to give him head in the first place. the other reason was to pay him back for helping you study for the past couple of months. he's showed up at your dorm room every weekend, textbooks clutched tight to his chest, back of his hand pushing those round glasses up his nose by the rim. there's faded freckles speckling his face and an ever-present boyishly red blush adorning his cheeks and ears.

that blush becomes more prominent when you have him like this. head tilted back, fistfuls of your bedsheets clutched tight in his delicate hands, head spinning. he's got the most picturesque blissed-out face, a real erotic expression straight out of a hentai. you don't need to even ask if he's ever gotten sucked off before, because the answer is clearly no. no way he has. he is the most straight-laced, uptight student — valedictorian, of course, and when he's not the best in school he's upset with himself. self-esteem so low, but your mouth is doing wonders to bring it back up. because he's receiving a sloppy blowjob from the most popular girl in school.

"oh my g—o–oood that's s-so fuck-fucking good!" he chokes.

the poor boy started out so quiet, able to swallow every moan and erotic noise. but when you really got into it? he lost it. he's been whimpering on your bed with you between his spread legs for an hour now.

"please don't fucking stop — fuck! — please 'm begging you, don't stoppp! yesyesyes fuck, ahhhah — oh my god i'm gonna go crazy if you lick it like that."

you give your jaw a break and pop off his cock, earning a startled whimper from him. he is so fucking pretty laying there, wettened blond bangs stuck to his forehead, blue eyes half-shut, textbook being nudged off by his elbow. and just an hour ago that textbook was being held in his hand while he taught you in that know-it-all voice of his.

now all his voice sounded like was pathetic, and you made sure to tell him that. "you sound so fucking pathetic." you smile up at him. his dick jumps and throbs, precum beads out and you swipe your tongue over his slit to collect it.

" 'm pathetic for you, 'm all for you — ouhhh fuck!" he goes into another lust daze, it looks like he's slipping from reality when your plush lips engulf his cock. and you haven't even shown off your deepthroating skills yet. how is he gonna survive that?

the answer is; he doesn't. he squirts out three hot, thick jets of cum the split second he feels his cock hit the back of your throat. the slight contractions of you swallowing made him let out the most broken, nasty whimper you've ever heard a man make.

you pull off and gulp all his cum down. "jeez, 'min, you moan like a bitch." you giggle meanly. he's absolutely getting off to your dirty talk. he wishes it was right in his ear.

but there's some hidden part of him that wants to throw you into a fatiguing position and bliss you out with some mean strokes. that secret little part of him seethes when you call him pathetic. oh you think he can't make you cum? he could ruin you with his cock. he knows it.

so when he goes home after your 'study' sessions, he watches porn and learns how to stroke right, how to play with that lil kitty of yours, how to lick it how to fuck it and how to ruin it. it's like a study session itself. he even practices with his pillow, thrusting his hips into it, mimicking the rhythm of the pornstar on his screen. practicing his smart mouth on his fist or fruits, learning how to control his tongue better, pretending it's your pussy.

your next few study sessions with him are riding practice.

you're teaching him everything he needs to know to destroy you, and you don't even realize that he's absorbing the information with the intention of using it against you. oh, you like your clit rubbed like that? you like it fast, like it slow? you like dirty talk? creampies?

"you're fucking nasty." he talks back to you for the first time when you're demonstrating how to hit it from behind.

you're caught so off-guard, all you can do is smile in shock.

"what'd you say?"

"nothing." he lies sweetly.

with that, he snaps his hips flush against your ass. those delicate hands that you taught many things to are now squeezing your hips with a nearly bruising grip, just how you told him you like.

those pretty lips that you taught how to french kiss and taught how to eat pussy are now brushing against your cheek, muttering dirty talk just how you told him you like.

"mmm who's a bitch now?" he seethes, cock sinking so deep that you kick your feet around.

"oh m- oh fuck! hahhhh, 'min 'min 'min! f-f-fuck don't stop! don't you fucking stop talking to me like th-that — oh my god that's the fucking spot, right there right there, harder please right fucking thereee!!"

he chuckles behind you, genuinely amused by how you sounded like a bitch in heat. it's like the both of you swapped places completely.

that pretty fat cock pumps in and out at an eye-rolling pace, the deep strokes he's hitting are something you never taught him but for some reason he knows how to do it well. your body slowly feels like it belongs less to you and more to him as he bullies his cockhead into that mushy spot. now that spot really fucks you up, and he learned that quick when you taught him. he listened to your every word and put all the theory into practice.

so that's why you start gushing and creaming around him. there's juices running down your thighs. sweat and heat searing across your bodies. hell, even armin's got your juices running down the front of his thighs as he fucks into you from behind.

"god you're making a fucking mess, have some shame. my fucking cock is getting painted white. 'gonna clean it up for me with that mouth of yours afterwards? yeah, you're damn right you are. uh-huh, i'll call you my bitch. can't believe you fucking like that, you're a fucking freak."

that last line is what makes you cum. oh, that was so funny to him; weren't you the one who used to call him a freak?

"look at that fucking back arch, wow..." he admires breathlessly, expression feral as he approaches his own high. "gonna cum inside, just how you want, 'sure you still want it?"

"yesyesyes! gimme your cum!" you cry, feeling slightly overstimulated with each stroke of his cock. it was so fucking thick, you felt so full that it's all you could focus on. so full. and he was gonna fill you up even more.

"oh my fuckin' god 'm gonna cum in this slutty fuckin' pussy, take it like a good slut — m-my slut, yeah? you're my slut? say it, please. yeah. say it again, 's gonna make me cu- fuck! ohhh god 'm gonna cum. take it, fuckfuckfuck 'cumming, 'cumming mmm!"

armin's never orgasmed that hard, or shot out that much cum. now if you weren't on the pill, you would have absolutely gotten pregnant from that session. he's a boy with breeder balls, that's one of the first things you told him and he remembered it.

he pulls out and relishes in the sight of his cum dripping out and running down your slit.

"that's so fucking beautiful." he smiles naughtily, wiping the sweat off his forehead with his forearm. "hey, up for round two?"

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arminsumi · 8 months

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could i request softdom!armin x shy!reader nsfw? reader is shy to the point she can’t even speak about fornication without blushing furiously, so how could she express her need for her sweet bf’s touch? 🙈

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𝐒𝐡𝐲

A/N: ahhh srry to take sooo long on this request but i hope u enjoy it thoroughly mwaaa!! 🤤💗

Wc ≈ 1.5k

Pairing: ARMIN Arlert x f.reader

Summary: Armin showing you it's alright to be needy for his touch 🥰

Warnings; 🔞 mdni, smut, lowercase used, semi-clothed sex, soft dom/sub dynamic, dirty talk, pns (baby, good girl, angel), condom used, fingering

“Angel, it’s totally natural; no need to be shy. Come here.” Armin murmured at you.

You timidly pawed over to him on his bed as he beckoned you, sitting there cross legged; his prettiness made it even harder for you to approach him even though his eyes were so tenderly welcoming.

“Sit on my lap.” He commanded gently, patting his thighs, “Promise I don’t bite.” He chuckled softly when you gave him a hesitant look.

It takes a lot of inner strength to straddle his lap. “Get comfy – c’mon, sit, sit.” He encouraged, his soft hands coming to guide you into a comfier position.

Min soothingly pecked under your ear on your neck. Your response was to cutely scrunch up your shoulders and give him a very, very shy look that absolutely melted his heart.

“You’re so cute, baby.” He said, letting his hand rest teasingly on your upper thigh. He gently squeezed. “You don’t need to hold back. Tell me what you want.”

You made a humming noise, “Well…” you began slowly, avoiding eye contact. Armin brought his other hand to the back of your neck, holding it with a loving touch, stroking his thumb back and forth to soothe your nerves.

“Just blurt it out.” He said, “I wanna hear it.”

“I wanna… ummm… ‘wanna have… sex… with you.” You said. Even uttering the word ‘sex’ was difficult. It felt so dirty.

Armin’s lips spread into the cutest, naughtiest smile that you’ve ever seen him bear. It made you shrivel up even more. Your heart panged.

“Yeah?” he feathered sultrily.

You subtly nodded. “I-if that’s okay?”

“Of course it is, baby.” He assured, holding back his overwhelming excitement. “Want me to guide you through it?”

He started running his soft hands over the curve of your hips, his fingertips grazed under the hem of your shirt.

You nodded.

“Use your words.” He encouraged gently, eager to hear you tell him more of what you wanted.

“Yes, please… ‘want you to be in control.” You told him.

He looked tenderly at you for a moment, then pressed a kiss to your lips. It was one of those kisses – the type that sparked your dirty fantasies in the first place. He started kissing you like that just a few months ago.

It felt like each kiss got slower and slower, more and more sensual. It got you hot between your thighs, subtly squirming on his warm lap. He was attentive to all your tiny movements; nothing slipped past him.

“Baby, keep squirming on my lap like that. ‘Feels good.” He murmured.

“Like this?”

“Mhm. Do it harder – yeahhh like that.” He moaned.

You let out a small whimper when you felt the outline of his cock through his jeans. A whimper so quiet that he almost missed it.

“You like that feeling, huh?” he asked. You nodded, hiding your face in his chest.

That was a common thing you did, he noticed it especially when his hands went between your thighs and massaged around.

“So sweet… need me to touch you here? Uh-huh, I can feel how wet you are. No no, don’t be embarrassed. It’s totally normal – fuck, yeah, squirm like that against my lap again. Keep going. Feels so fucking good – aww don’t hie your face haha.”

His hand came to stroke your cheek, the other working back and forth motions against your clothed pussy. “Want me to put my fingers in you? Yeah?”

You nodded, feeling a little more relaxed after his teasing touches. Something about his hands really turned you on – they were so pretty, so smooth and nimble. You always watched him buttoning up his shirts with a naughty glint in your eyes.

Your heartrate spiked when his hands slipped under your panties.

“Mmm!” you whimpered into his shirt when he toyed his fingertips at the entrance of your hole.

“Good girl. Just relax – oh my, haha… you really sucked my fingers right in, huh? Sorry, sorry, I didn’t mean to tease.”

Just the action of clenching and unclenching around his middle finger felt so dirty, you completely concealed your face in the crook of his neck. Your hands gripped at his shirt, body hugging tight to his toned chest.

“Does that feel good? Yeah? Feels good when I pump in and out like that?” he asked in a lowered tone, “How about two? Mhm, feels better with two doesn’t it?”

Two fingers, for some reason, made you approach your high really fast. “Feels too good…” you mumbled erotically.

“Wanna cum for me, baby?” he asked, pressing his fingertips against your sweet spot and massaging it in circular motions before returning to pumping his fingers in and out, going faster and faster, relishing in the way you moaned for him.

“Don’t hold back; let yourself feel it. Mmm there we go – oh fuck, I can feel it. Such a good girl.” He almost moaned when he felt you gush and clench around him. He worked his fingers inside you and thumbed at your clit until his hand cramped up.

Watching you subtly shake on his lap and hearing you whimper his name into his shirt made it so hard for him to keep his dick in his pants. He really needed to feel you. He’d thought about it for so long.

“Wanna keep going?” he asked you hopefully after you calmed down from your high. You withdrew your hot face from his neck and nodded.

“Yeah… ‘wanna see if I can take you.” You muttered lustfully. He was surprised at your choice of words, they were so much more dirty than what you’d usually have the courage to say.

“M’kay, baby, lay back and spread those legs for me.”

You did what he said, and he bounced over to his dresser and fished out a strip of condoms hidden in between his clothes. After fumbling with the wrapper between his wet fingers, he just used his teeth to tear the packet open – completely unaware of how you stared and watched like it was the hottest thing a man has ever done in front of you. He was such a sweet boyfriend, really, but sometimes he was so sexy that you couldn’t believe he was the same person.

“Hey,” he gently crawled back onto the bed and tapped his palm against your thigh. “open ‘em wider for me. Uh-huh, wider, like this…” he pushed your legs open wider with his own hands.

“Gonna keep your panties on?” he asked almost teasingly, he chuckled when you nodded shyly. “Alright, whatever makes you feel comfortable, baby. But you’re gonna need a new pair after I’m through with you – haha, sorry, don’t hide your face!”

He pressed a kiss to your lips, making you smile. “I’m so sorry that I’m so shy.” You mumbled.

“I don’t mind it at all. Actually, I like it.” He admitted, hands coming down between your thighs to toy with your plush pussy through the fabric of your panties.

He pushed them aside, and smoothly pulled down the waistband of his sweatpants. Your eyes widened when you watched his cock smack against his abdomen.

“Don’t worry, it’ll fit just fine. I stretched you out good on my fingers, baby. Now relax, yeah? Gonna fuck you nice and slow. You tell me what you don’t like, and tell me what you want more of… if you want it harder… slower… deeper… mhm, c’mere and give me a kiss.” He muttered against your mouth, slipping his tongue in when you parted your lips for him. It felt buttery soft.

He squeezed int the condom and pressed his hot cockhead against your entrance, sliding it up and down your slit. The second you felt him splitting you open, you covered your face.

“Oh, you’re so fucking cute…” he moaned, melting at the sensation of your pussy hugging his sensitive cock. He sunk himself inside as slowly as he could just to see your reaction to every inch. “Not too big, yeah? Good, good. ‘Might be a bit much to take all of it. Mmm, no, trust me, it’s kinda – uhhh, fuck you’re tight!” he suddenly hissed, “Ah, no, that’s a good thing, don’t worry.”

He seethed while trying to pump himself in and out. Each time he pulled back, it felt like your pussy wanted to suck him right back in. “Can feel you clinging to me… ah, fuck, listen to that.. sounds so fucking dirty…” he muttered under his breath.

“Min!” you squealed, grabbing his arms for support.

He looked into your eyes caringly, “Yeah baby?”

“Feels so good – don’t stop.”

His lips curled into a smirk.

“I won’t baby. ‘Gonna show you how good it feels to cum with someone else.”

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arminsumi · 8 months

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omgg i love ur writing broo it has my giggling, kicking my feet n shi and the fact that u also do fem black readers OMG I LOVE U anyways putting my appreciation aside, what abt nerdy freaky armin (if u havent already ofcc) like u cant tell me that man is FREAKYY (i ❤️ freaks)

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𝐅𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤

A/N: you are the cutest patoodiest 💗 mwa thank u sweetiepie! and ur absolutely right UR ABSOLUTELY RIGHT!! yk what they say it's alwaysss the quiet nerdy ones!! 🥰

Pairing: ARMIN Arlert x f.reader

Summary: Min's the nerdy valedictorian with a freaky side 🥰

Warnings; 🔞 mdni, SMUT, this isn't fully proofread 👀, sub.Armin/some light dom.Armin, stereotypes (nerd, popular girl), mean reader, dirty talk, public sex (library, during class), facial, handjob (reader giving), oral (reader giving), light humiliation/degradation, bondage (blindfolding, tying hands), mean names (freak, loser), creaming in his pants, hair pulling kink, slapping kink, begging, toys (vibrator), use me kink (or whatever it's called), lmk if i missed some i was in a freaky state of mind while writing lmfao

♪ spice up your life come and get a freak

Min is the quiet blond boy that sits next to you every chance he can get. He follows you like a puppy from class to class, trying his best to interest you — the pretty popular girl of his wet dreams — with every nerdy topic that comes to mind.

Yes he's blabbing your ear off about the importance of maths, but really he's thinking about what what color panties you wear. Do you prefer lace or plain? What's your favorite position? Do you prefer backshots? Missionary? Full Nelson? Mating press?

You wouldn't suspect the school's valedictorian to have such a nasty mind.

He just can't wait 'till you give him a taste. He knows you will 'cause he's been so good to you, always helping you study for tests and even taking notes for you when you're skipping class. He's been such a help.

The first time is his fantasy come true; you jerked him under the desk during a lecture. He shuddered n tried to focus on what the professor was saying, but how could he with your fingers wrapped so tightly around his pulsing cock? :( The poor boy came in his pants and enjoyed every second of it, even when he had to embarrassedly excuse himself after class to 'tend to an emergency'.

He loves when you make his glasses fog up from how hot his face is and how heavy he's breathing. He loves when you make them slide down the bridge of his pretty nose, mouth hanging open while you make out with his cock in the library.

That all started because he asked you "can you k-kiss my cock?"

Now he melts and falls apart, desperately muffling his moans by biting down on his thin textbook. When he's close he grabs a fistful of your hair n tugs your head back, pulling you off his cock with a sloppy pop — starting to jerk himself over your face.

"C-can I cum on your face?" he pants, already deciding that he would regardless of what you say. He had to see his milky white cum painting your face.

"Oh? You're a fucking freak," you giggle sweetly, sending a rush through his body, "Of course you can cum on my face."

He absolutely folds when you call him a freak. He lives for the moments you expose his kinks, too.

Of course he's into bondage, why wouldn't he be 🙄 he loves using a neat silk tie as a blindfold... on himself, not you. He squirms and whines and pleads, "Let me see you, please."

Don't forget to cuff him to your bed and milk him nicely!

If you wanna get him achingly hard and sensitive for you, you gotta degrade him :( call him a freak, call him pathetic, call him a loser, humiliate him for cumming in his pants, tell him he's your toy.

And if you wanna make him cum loads then you should consider indulging in his slapping kink — his hair pulling kink — everything. He just wants the popular girl to pull his hair while she rides his cock like a toy.

"Please please please use me — use my cock like your toy n' call me a loser again. Please! Mmm yes yes yes I'm pathetic for you, Y/n ~ " he has the cutest high pitched moans.

He also begs you to use your vibrating toys on his cock :( <3

Speaking of begging... he is always, always begging. Pawing at your skirt to get your attention, eyes pleading for you to sneak off with your favorite loser so you can squeeze in a quickie before class.

Poor nerdy Armin just wants you to fuck him 'till his glasses slip right off, 'till his cock hurts, 'till you wring him dry of all his cum — is that too much to ask for?

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arminsumi · 8 months

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could you write maybe prompt 1/3/23 spicy nsfw(not all of them, just one😭) with armin x afab!reader? i hope i wrote the request in the right way-

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𝐈𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐫𝐲

ARMIN Arlert ⋅ fem reader

Note: ahh i chose 1 — public sex on campus in the library i hope that's ok!! enjoy mwaaaa 🥰

Summary: your poor boyfriend was so pent up and stressed for his finals, so you gave him some relief in the library

Warnings; 🔞 mdni, implied bj given, unprotected sex, creampie, exhibitionism/public sex (library), pns (baby, slut), dirty talk, dom/sub dynamic, lmk if i missed smth

Wordcount ≈ 300

🍒 𝐉𝐚𝐲 — サクランボ ⋅ 𝐑𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐬/𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐩 𝐚 𝐥𝐨𝐭 !

“Fuck, just like that, baby. Shhh – quieter, quieter. You sound so pretty, but keep those moans in. You don’t wanna get caught, do you?

He’s standing slacked against the bookshelves, his jeans undone and forehead beading with sweat while you press your ass flush against his pelvis.

He loved your pussy. He loved feeling you stretch out for his cock. And he loved those two things even more when it was in public, squashed into the corner of the restricted section of the library.

Fogged up glasses slip down the bridge of his nose as he loses himself in the pleasure, moving his hips in rhythm with yours until the sound of skin slapping together filled the room. “Baby, ‘gonna cum. You gonna take it for me?”

“Yes, yes, ‘gimme!” you could barely respond, too caught up in the pleasure. You looked back to meet his intense gaze. Damn Scorpio boys and their intense eyes, you thought.

“You’re so fucking pretty.” He moaned, “Ahhh, too fucking pretty – fuck, ‘gonna cum – ‘m cumming – take it like a pretty little slut.”

He moaned in the sweetest tone and spilled out hot, creamy ropes into your tired hole, painting your gummy walls white. Such a yummy reward after you spent half an hour on your knees for him, and another half hour backing it up on him.

Sure, your jaw ached, and your legs nearly gave out with how hard he fucked you – but it was all you could do for your pretty blond boyfriend, who was so stressed out for his approaching finals week.

When he slipped out of you, he whispered teasingly into your ear;

“Thank you baby, but I think you moaned loud enough for the whole school to hear.”

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arminsumi · 8 months

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hey if ur up for it could u write promt 8 of friends to lovers for armin.. but like the reader teaches him how to kiss bc she really wants an excuse to finally kiss him? hehe

KISSING ON THE COUCH.

𝐀𝐑𝐌𝐈𝐍 — アルミン ⋅ fem reader

8 — "I'll teach you to kiss."

NOTE: wheee!! i'm ngl this prompt was made with armin in mind hehe 💗

WORDCOUNT ≈ 1.7k

🍒 𝐉𝐚𝐲 ⋅ 𝐑𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐬/𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐩 𝐚 𝐥𝐨𝐭 !

"Ah, yeah, I mean, kissing is a core part of romance for most people, right? But there's no way I can do that."

Armin's chatting with you in the living room of your parent's house, just like you've always done since you were kids.

"Why? Kissing is pretty fun." you look over at him, drifting from the interleading kitchen over to where he sits slacked on the couch.

He mutters a quick and sweetly Armin-esque thank you under his breath when you hand him a soda. Vanilla Cola, his all-time favorite; he's drank it since he was twelve and didn't intend to stop drinking it.

"But kissing is awkward... you know how my first kiss went." he grimaces at the memory. You let out a breathy laugh, he looks so cute, almost like a drawing of a cute boy rather than a real one.

"Personally, I wouldn't count that as a first kiss. You were, like, what? Thirteen?" you open your own soda with a pop. It fizzes loudly, the bubbles audibly popping.

He opens his own soda, but of course — he does it in such an Armin kind of way. Very delicately pulling the tab back with his very delicate fingertips, as if the metal hurt his sensitive skin. You know he had the worst acne phase out of all your friends, there are faded scars on his cheeks. Rather than mar his beauty, you think they add to it; of course he never believed you when you said that.

"I think I was fourteen. Didn't you have yours when you were — eighteen? Right?" he looks over at you, fingertip circling the soda can lid.

His eyes always get you. They're entrancing. Hypnotizing. Spellbinding. Armin's unaware of the effect he has on girls, but that just makes him even more attractive.

"I did, yes. No need to remind me." you grumble, taking another sip of your soda and coming to a kneel at the coffee table.

You two always sat like that; him lazily on the couch, you on the plush carpet by the coffee table. Always propping your elbow on it, squishing your cheek on one palm. In the middle of a conversation, Armin would mimic your pose just to get a laugh out of you.

"Eighteen isn't too old to have your first kiss. I've told you that before." he reassures.

"Yes it is! Some people have their first kiss when they're little kids."

"But those kisses don't mean anything. They're childish kisses." Armin says.

"What age d'you think people start having adult kisses?" you ask him curiously, setting your soda down on the table.

You watch as Armin looks up in thought for a moment, his hand swiftly wiping some residual soda liquid off his upper lip. How does he make everything so attractive? In fleeting moments like these, you felt a strong urge to kiss him.

I could kiss him. I just need a plan. We're on the subject of kissing already.

You plot your moves like you're playing chess. It really isn't that difficult, but to you it feels like an impossible match.

"I think, adult kisses — eh that's a weird way of saying it — good kisses are after you're eighteen. Or maybe when you've had enough practice? But never mind, I think all the kisses I'll ever have will always be slightly awkward because I don't know what to do." he says.

He glances at you. His heart pangs when you and him make electric eye contact and he looks away. "You know..." he begins, but you cut him off.

"Why don't I teach you to kiss a girl?" you blurt out. "I mean, we're friends. Why not. I mean if you want to. Just a thought..."

He cracks a shy smile, "Just a thought?" he chuckles, then sits up and sets his soda down after a brief moment of thought.

"Alright, teach me." he asks and pats the seat next to him.

You climb up on the couch and settle down into a comfy position next to him — oh, you're very close, he thinks. The proximity makes his heart pang again, he can feel it sharp in his chest. But why? I mean, like you said, you're friends.

Do friends sit on the couch practicing kissing?

"Don't look at me like that." you tease lightly.

He blinks at you, "Like what? Oh, sorry." he giggle and widens his eyes a little. You've scolded him for having bedroom eyes many times, and he's defended that it's not bedroom eyes but rather he just has naturally lidded, sultry eyes.

"So... question." he asks as you lean in. His breath fans your face, it makes your lips tingle. You can smell the Vanilla Cola.

"Hm?"

"Where do I put my hands? Because that's something I've never really understood..."

"Oh... well you can put them anywhere you like."

"Can you guide me?" he asks.

You look at him for a moment. His heart goes wild when you take his hands in yours. Yes you and him have held hands, plenty of times in fact, when you walk around town or when you run down the school corridors or while you explore abandoned buildings.

"Personally... I would want your hands here." you tell him, placing them on your neck, "And if you'd cup the back of my neck like — yeah, like that..."

Was it getting stuffy in here? But there's a good breeze coming in through the open window. Yet you feel like you're choking up. It seems like he is, too.

Warm hands cupping the back of your neck, gentle fingers holding you like a trophy, two big blue eyes staring into your soul.

He pulls you in for a peck. A sweetly awkward one. Your noses bump. Well, now both of you can't stop smiling which makes it hard to do anything.

You lean in for a peck, but it lasts longer than his and — oh my god, he melts. It's history from there. Feeling his best friend's lips sent him to another dimension, as dramatic as that sounds.

He's levitating when you keep pressing teaching kisses to his lips. He loves that you take your time, like you're savoring the taste just like when you sip on your soda.

"Y-you can tilt your head, too, it makes it feel better..." you tell him, a little short of breath.

His head spins a bit at the sensation. His lips are tingly.

"Okay..."

So he tilts his head into the kiss, and holds the back of your neck and slides one hand down and finds your hand. He holds it.

He breaks from the kiss, lips hovering hot over yours, and looks at you through his lashes. "Is this good?"

"Mhm. Really good. You're doing g-good." you assure him.

"Can I keep going?" he asks.

"Yeah..."

So he keeps kissing you, gliding his lips over yours slowly. If anything, he only gets slower. He's really trying to savor it. Like he savors the taste of Vanilla Cola.

Minutes go by, though time dissolved in your minds by now. It was just another meaningless concept. Did past and future exist? Well, did it matter while kissing? No. No it didn't.

You pull away. He blinks and sucks in a breath, bangs lightly ruffled from pressing so close to your forehead. He can taste you on his lips, on his tongue, you're pervading his whole system and he loves it.

"S-so... that's... yeah... any questions?" you laugh, regaining composure quicker than him.

"Huh? What — questions? Yeah... can we do that again?" he asks eagerly.

"Huh?"

"What?"

"I just meant... like... keep teaching me. I think I can learn a lot from those lips." he backtracks nervously, Addam's apple shifting a little when he swallows sharply.

"Oh, right... well... y-yeah. Let's keep going then. Why don't you try kissing me now — mmf."

He goes in for it without hesitation. He kisses with his whole body, you can feel a surge of his passion wash over you, and he can feel a surge of tingles across his brain.

There's a lot of serotonin to be farmed from your kisses.

Light smacking sounds, subtle saliva sounds, lips on lips. He's never enjoyed kissing like this. But it's just practice. You're just teaching him so he can kiss... who? Who does he want to kiss? He doesn't have anyone in mind other than you.

He gets lost in it, and without thinking much he nibbles your bottom lip and swipes his tongue across it. You let him poke his tongue in and — well both of you melt harder than before. It's so impossibly soft. No wonder people praised French kissing. But did they ever get French kissed by such a gentle sweetheart like Armin? You were the only one to have that honor.

"Hah... sorry." he pulls away, breathless.

You pant very lightly, " 's okay..." you smile, "I don't mind if you... use tongue. I like it a lot..."

"Okay..." he gulps and then goes right back in to continue.

Weren't you supposed to be teaching him? It feels like that's not necessary, since both of your lips mold together perfectly. You and him are two matching puzzles pieces.

"Y/n?" he breaks from the kiss and looks down at you, hands gently squeezing both your hands now.

"Hm?"

"Can I ask you something?"

"Yeah?"

He slightly smirks, lips glistening with your saliva, "Did you really wanna educate me on kissing, or did you just wanna kiss me?" he asks. Damn that sharp intuition.

"If the latter, how would you feel about that...?" you ask tentatively.

His heart thumps. Throbs. Palpitates. Malfunctions. You look so sweet, he wants to kiss you again and again.

He doesn't answer with words, he just dives back in for a feathery kiss, tangling his body with yours. Hands cupping your cheeks, in a very indescribably Armin kind of way.

He speaks in between each smooch.

" 'shoulda — kissed me — sooner." he mutters, taking a deep inhale as he kisses you harder than before, leaning into your body, cupping your cheeks so comfortably.

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A/N: not me just randomly hittin ya with a Beyo chapter on a thursday. i've sat on this for a while because i was so nervous it wasn't as good as the others 🫠 i also went to a war museum to do research on stuff related to this fic so i'm excited about the coming chapters, i learned a lot!!

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Pairing: ARMIN Arlert x f.reader

Summary: the Lieutenant meets the Nurse in a field hospital. Commotion follows after their fleeting moment of bliss in the broom closet.

Warnings; angst, secret kissing, brief mention of blood/wounds, being caught

Clouds clustered in the sky while military men and nurses started cramming themselves into their trains. Loved ones gave soldiers departing hugs, words, tears, kisses…

Among the buzz, the Lieutenant craned his neck in search for you. His eyes darted around the station.

The train station rung with laughter and sobs. Relatives and darlings gave their impassioned goodbyes; some hopeful, some a garble of sobs. Armin passed an elderly woman who was crying so hard on her nephew’s uniform that he thought her lungs might burst.

He searched the crowd for you, attentive to each uniform and armband. There were nurses gathering in preparation for the next train that would follow the soldier unit’s train, so his search was hasty. And, after a few minutes, proved futile because the train that you presumably boarded was departing.

“Stop craning your neck around, you’ll get an ache for nothing.” Eren thumped his hand on Armin’s shoulder. So, Armin stopped searching.

Dreamy, longing eyes dragged along the floor as he went with his friends and embarked on the soldier unit’s train. He and Eren took seats with the others in the compartment where the Commander sat with Levi and Hange.

“You said last night,” Armin began on a distracted note. “That the farewell party was probably the last time I’d see her and be able to smile.”

“I did say that... I’m sorry, is that depressing to think about?”

Armin half-heartedly chuckled, “No. I’m an optimistic person. Anyways, personally, I believe – whether this sounds implausible to you or not – that I’ll see her again and still be able to smile.”

His friend looked down at the wooden table that divided their seats. The compartment was quite large, but the overwhelming presence of Levi’s squad made it seem smaller than it actually was.

“You really are optimistic.” Eren said after thinking for a while.

Armin stared out the window and watched the passing trees blur into countryside, then blur into other landscapes, until they reached the port. There, they disembarked the train, and embarked on the ship. Through it all, Armin searched and searched, never giving up, until he caught a glimpse of the back of you as you boarded the other ship. Much too far to communicate, Armin settled for admiring you for possibly the last time. He wished you would have turned around.

⁕⁕⁕

His shirt was stained crimson.

Bloodied hands were holding up his struggling comrade as he carried him to the field hospital. The night felt eerie and strange, or maybe those feelings were owed to the battle that he had just narrowly escaped. Their side wasn’t doing well.

Who knows what had happened – Armin never talked about anything like that night to someone as gentle-minded as you. When he saw you scurrying around cots filled with wounded soldiers, his heart battered around in his ribcage. He was so startled and happy to see you that his grip on his comrade slacked; a weak groan of pain brought Armin’s attention back to the poor man.

Bringing his comrade to a cot and laying him down, Armin signalled for you. At first, it felt like you were seeing a figment of your imagination. Neither of you had the opportunity to talk with the noise and severeness that filled the patient ward.

But body language was more than enough. Eye contact. Shaking hands. Stolen glances. You were so excited to see him again that you spilled some iodine. It felt as if you had forgotten how to do anything when he appeared.

You don’t remember why, but for some reason it was very difficult to nurse his comrade. A distracting nausea overcame you.

After clearing away medical instruments, you went to the opposite end of the ward to the door, where Armin was standing waiting by an empty cot. The night had calmed down, all the patients had been treated and most had fallen into an uneasy sleep.

“Lieutenant.” You called his name excitedly, wiping your clammy palms on your grey uniform.

Armin raised a finger to his lips and nodded for you and him to sneak off somewhere less risky, where you had no chance of being caught by your father who he had already spotted lurking around the patients every now and then.

⁕⁕⁕

You snuck off to the broom closet with the Lieutenant. Yes, a tiny, cramped broom closet that smelled lightly of medicine and gunpowder.

“I’m so sorry. This isn’t exactly a romantic place for me to whisk you away to.” Armin apologized sincerely.

You looked at him dreamily. To be back in his presence and hear his voice was so fulfilling that you were unfazed by the unflattering environment.

“Don’t apologize, Lieutenant. As long as it’s with you, I don’t mind where I’m whisked away to.” You replied honestly. That put a sheepish smile on his face.

A smile is a rare thing to see on a soldier’s face in the field hospital. Yours was a serene and patient one, as Armin described it decades later in his memoirs as “A smile capable of bringing comfort to a dying soldier. One incomprehensibly soothing.”

In the broom closet, you and him shared secret intimacies, until there was a commotion outside that tore you two apart. Armin’s breath staggered on your lips, his hands clutching yours against his chest.

“I guess we’ll have to resume when we meet again.”

“I guess.” You smiled at him dreamily.

The two of you emerged from the broom closet. A sullen face shocked you and Armin out of your bodies.

“Father…” you choked, and began blabbering excuses and apologies. He looked as if his gut was wrenched. You trembled and choked “I’m so sorry… father! I’m so sorry!” over and over.

Your father only looked at you with a disappointed, resigned expression. It hurt your heart.

“Sir.” Armin gulped nervously.

When your father finally spoke, his words marred you more deeply than if he would have shouted like before when he caught you and Armin together.

“I thought it was awful when you stole my daughter away at the farewell party when you saw me approaching the two of you, Lieutenant Arlert.” He paused, completing that expression to Armin and then directing himself at you. “All I have to say… is that I’m sad that you betrayed your promises to me. All I wanted was for you to protect your sensitive heart; a girl like you shouldn’t have to deal with something as difficult as loving a soldier.”

⁕⁕⁕

He promptly told Captain Levi. You were summoned to the Commander’s office. Though you could understand that punishment was inevitable, you couldn’t wrap your head around exactly why you were seeing the Commander; surely he was busy panicking in the heat of this hazy commotion. There had been an enemy sighting. And since forces were weakened, everyone got flustered about it. Especially considering it was a moonless night.

You remember watching Armin as he saluted his superiors. It was an automatic, immediate salute; was it attractive because he was a soldier, or because he was the man you loved? Perhaps both.

Erwin’s rumbling voice punctured the silence.

“You are a good nurse. I want you to accompany Levi, keep at his side.” He commanded you.

A confused relief crossed your chest. “Sir, I’m confused. Wasn’t I called to be reprimanded?”

He almost laughed. “I can’t reprimand an innocent young lady such as yourself. The fault lies with Armin.” He said severely, but then broke character and joked to lighten to heavy mood. “A hundred push-ups. And preferably next time don’t take pretty ladies to broom closets to kiss.”

Armin flushed so bright red that you thought then, if you would compare him to a red poppy flower from outside, that it would seem less red than him. His blush boyishly spread down to his jawline.

“Yes, sir.”

⁕⁕⁕

When you learned that Armin was going to head out in separate directions, you had a breakdown and wouldn’t let go of him. You sobbed loudly, causing a great scene. Armin pulled you to the side to console you, begging his glaring Captain for just a few minutes alone with you.

He managed to soothe you with his words. “We’ll meet again.” He said over and over. He talked about things the two of you would do when the war was over and you returned home for good.

You bore a serious, tear-streaked face up to him. Your eyes were red, nose sniffly.

His departing proclamation was;

“My heart is devoted to you.”

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