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bkgbunni · 1 year
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HOW HE SOUNDS | armin nsfw audio ˖ ࣪ . 𖧧 ࿐
˚ . ₊˚⊹ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!! armin x fem!reader, nsfw headcanon, whimpering, nsfw audio [ please use headphones cuties! ]
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ARMIN is so vocal oh my gosh— i think he just like cannot keep it in cause he feels so good.
his moans are just barely moans and are basically whimpers … “a-ahh fuck!”
and when he has his face burried in your neck ?!?! oh my god he’s letting out the cutest moans ever while saying the nastiest, freakiest shit ever. i believe in ‘innocent’ freak armin till i die ☝🏾☝🏾
“fuckkk…yeah? here?” in the whiniest voice you can possibly imagine.
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luxesiren · 8 months
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⸻ 𝐇𝐎𝐂𝐊𝐄𝐘 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐘𝐄𝐑!𝐀𝐑𝐌𝐈𝐍 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒
cw :: mentions of violence, nsfw headcanons (MDNI)
a/n :: i saw this picture again the other day and i had to write something abt it cause jesus christ…look at him! (art creds: @/jpegjetty on twt)
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hockey player!armin who's been skating since he was young and started playing hockey in memory of his dad.
hockey player!armin who usually isn't into violent sports but loves hockey with a burning passion and it is extremely good at it
hockey player!armin who outsmarts his opponents in every game, making them mad but he never cared. he always bragged by smirking and skating past them sometimes winking just to spite them.
hockey player!armin who has many girls fawning over him just like his other teammates but is always surprised by the number of girls who actually like him
hockey player!armin who met you at one of his games and it was completely random but he saw you in the stands and was instantly attracted to you.
hockey player!armin was too nervous to say something to you even though eren had prompted him to say something stop pining over you. "dude, just talk to her." he would shake his head and sighed, "i can't.
hockey player!armin who almost fell to his knees when you finally talked to him.
hockey player!armin who you realized was a sweetheart out of the rink and just kept the cocky persona when he was playing cause it made him feel good.
hockey player!armin who takes you out every friday after his games even if he's tired, bringing you flowers and making sure you have a good time. going all out because he wanted to see you.
hockey player!armin lets you wear his backup jersey to all of his games now even though he hasn't asked you out yet but he loves seeing you with his name on your back.
hockey player!armin who points to you in the stands when he makes the shot because you're his good luck charm and even though all the other girls fawn over it, you know it's for you and you only.
hockey player!armin who finally asks you out on one of your dates and completely surprises you but of course, you said yes.
hockey player!armin who is usually the calm one out of everyone on the team and talks everyone out of fighting each other but gets into an altercation with another player on another team. you see the big group before it even happens standing on the bleachers to get a better look, the crowd gasping when everyone starts to move and a fight breaks out.
you move faster than expected, sitting in the front by the barricade watching eren pull armin off the other player. both of them still yelling at each other and armin trying to break out of eren's arms, but that unwavering cockiness was still there when he wiped the blood off his lips and skated towards the barricade shooting a smirk your way before sitting out for the rest of the game.
hockey player!armin loves kissing you, whatever chance he gets. sometimes you're in his lap and his hands are all over you, you can't help but to squirm in his hold.
hockey player!armin who took such good care of you when you guys had sex for the first time, taking his time prepping you and making sure you were satisfied. "right there, baby?" "does that feel good?" "can you cum for me?" "you look so pretty like this"
remember when i said hockey player!armin was a sweetheart? yeah not when he's frustrated or when he's lost a game, having never lost a game before, his first loss got to him and he took it out on you. you would never forget how rough he got, how filthy his words were as he fucked you into the mattress.
"min, min, 's too much. s-slow down!" you cried out but he just sped up, his hips smacking against your ass loud enough that it echoes in the room, "c'mon you can take it. you've taken it before like a good slut, haven't you?
hockey player!armin doesn't get jealous often but he notices how men look at you, he's usually embarrassed when he leaves marks visible on your neck but tonight he makes the exception. he wants to send a message to the guy who's always hitting on you, that way he won't hit on you again.
hockey player!armin who eats your pussy like a starved man, he's sloppy with the way spit over your cunt and slurps up your slick making your thighs shake but he loves when they're around his head trying not to close around his head but he doesn't care. "f-fuck, armin!" your hands carding through his hair and pulling him closer to your pussy.
grinding on his face but his hands grip your thighs even tighter, he relishes in the fact that he gets to see you like this and no one else will see you like this. it doesn't take him long to make you cum, overstimulating you when he licks up all your cum. "you taste good, baby."
hockey player!armin who says 'i love you' after months of being together and takes you back to his place to engrave it in your skin with every kiss and every word he whispers in your ear as he slowly thrusts into you, taking his time enjoying this part of his thoroughly planned evening making sure you feel all of his love, "i love you, baby." "i love you too, minnie."
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seraphdreams · 6 months
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"WHAT DO YOU WANT?"
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"TO SEE WHAT YOUR INSIDES LOOK LIKE." | GHOSTFACE!ARMIN ARLERT.
𓏲 ࣪₊♡𓂃 — word count. 4.6k
𓏲 ࣪₊♡𓂃 — cw. fem!reader, smut, modern au, mentions of murder / death / blood, fingering, armin’s a creep, symbolism, noncon/dubcon, insanity, manipulation, monomania, creampie, knives, stalking. mdni <3.
𓏲 ࣪₊♡𓂃 — synopsis. armin’s worked hard to build up his perfect life, and he certainly wasn’t expecting for someone to rip that from under him. he’s obsessed — with a life that isn’t his.
𓏲 ࣪₊♡𓂃 — dolled up! we are sooo back n in full swing for kinktober this year !! i’ll drop my masterlist here for all the prettie dolls to check out … please show this some love by reblogging / sharing, it’ll mean the absolute world 2 me !! kk, luv ya, bye ♡
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Armin Arlert. Age 23. Graduated from Shiganshina University.
Armin Arlert, starting his new life under a freshly installed roof that rivaled his dorm of the past four years and provided him with much needed privacy. Armin Arlert, with a degree in humanitarian affairs accompanied with a promising future ahead, it’s the life he deserved after the turbulent destruction that was his tragic past. He could start over now in high hopes of making a name for himself in this unfamiliar city. Nothing could stop him, or the unperturbed spout of elation percolating within.
Aside from optimism, though, he remained undoubtedly sure that the life he had curated for himself was one that no other could outclass. He was smart — spent his days in libraries, in his study room, reading about anything that satiated his appetite for enlightenment, and be that as it may, he wasn’t looking for a lover. His solace brought him far better pleasure than any person could possibly imagine.
He’d work, research, and then work some more, day in and day out. And the day of your meeting was no different.
He had decided to utilize the time he carved out of his restless schedule for a much needed re-read of his favorite book. Moments like these were significant to Armin; the pungent aroma of freshly brewed tea in his mug, luminescence dim in the apartment, and a faint timbre of violins that spilled from his speaker.
Moments like these were when he couldn’t keep track of how many hours had passed him by as he flipped page by page into whatever universe his books had drawn him into.
Rested against the kitchen counter with his novel in one hand and retrieving a sip from his beverage in the other, his eyes scanned the piece of literature. Every once and awhile, he’d shift his weight from his left hip to the right, or opt to sit on the cozy loveseat in his study. All without withdrawing his attention from his book.
Glasses low on the bridge of his nose, he gently pushed them up — Then it came. The sonority of his doorbell, jostling him out of his serene thoughts and the inquisitiveness that flowed through his veins soon after, urged his body to tread to the front door in search of the cause.
As his footfall led him closer to the handle of the door, he could make out a silhouette, seemingly of a woman. All inquisitions of who could be at his doorstep were fulfilled once he opened it and you stood, with a bright smile on your face.
Armin’s angelic features hidden underneath a veil of golden blond tresses accentuated his soft, azure-hued eyes. His face was one of few that aided you in comfort just upon first glance, which chased away the unease of the possibility that he could’ve been ill-tempered.
“Hi, I’m Y/N! I moved in next door,” You pointed your thumb in the direction beside you as if to signal which side of the building you’d be occupying. “I just thought I'd introduce myself,”
He matched your syrupy sweet beam with one of his own, the corners of his eyes turning upward in tandem as if they were smiling too. He held the door open slightly wider to catch a better glimpse of you. From your attire, he could discern that you weren’t much of a modest girl, but it’d be wrong of him to idly make assumptions. Especially when his choice of dress during the lax hours of the day were a white button-up, cashmere cardigan thrown atop, with a pair of tan slacks.
“Y/N?” He repeated, in a manner to affirm that he had heard correctly. “I’m Armin. It’s nice to meet you,”
He would’ve held his hand out for yours had it not been engaged by his book. You weren’t trying to pry, yet the cover of the story was lucid in your mind once you took notice. “Berenice? The Edgar Allan Poe novel?”
His eyes trailed to where your manicured nail was pointed. The rosy flush of his cheeks deepened while he rubbed away the discomfiture stirring at the back of his neck. Once again, he had mindlessly brought his book with him wherever he strode.
“Y-Yeah, It’s my favorite. Have you read it?”
“A few times,” You hummed, meeting his sheepish gaze. “It’s so jarring, right?”
Armin skimmed over your face before allowing himself to speak. “But there’s beauty in the madness,” His words trolled over in a more weighty tone than he had intended, an apologetic smile on his face once he caught wind.
“Or at least that’s how i interpret it,”
His outward timidity roused an endearing chuckle from you. “I truly don’t mean to bother you, though. If you need anything I'm on your right!” You retort with a vague inclination of haste.
Truth be told, Armin’s interest in you piqued with the mention of the Poe story. “Oh, you’re not a bother-”
His vocables fell short against your own when you waved him goodbye, and he mirrored your actions with cordiality in his eyes.
Maybe she’s just busy.
Ever since Armin’s first encounter with you, he had found himself taking a rather atypical interest in the relations of you. The first bout of instances being regular events of curiosity where he’d watch as the moving company aided you in getting your belongings settled; hauling in furniture and appliances, all while Armin remained under the guise of checking his mailbox. Over a short span of time, though, he found himself increasingly knowledgeable in the subject that was you.
You showered at 8:00pm. You ate dinner at 7:00pm. The alarm settled on your desk, a few feet beyond your bed would go off at 6:00am sharp, and he’d be up at that same dawning hour to anticipate your departure to work.
He knew these things. Of course, he did.
He memorized all of your schedules to calculate what you’d be doing throughout the day, and where.
His own work was slow for him during those days, and books didn’t seem to capture that spark of exhilaration like you did. For once, he felt enthralled by each day granting him an opportunity to analyze you further.
On another day, he’d built up enough confidence to observe you as you came home from work, once more, under the false assumption that he’d been checking his mail.
“Good afternoon.”
Armin’s voice registered within your being quickly, startling you out of your fast-paced strut to your door. “Oh, good afternoon!” Your footfall faltered until you reached a close. “Armin, was it?”
Over Armin’s time of stalking- no, studying you, he’d come to realize just how ethereal you were. It was as if the deities above handmade every feature on your face, curve of your body, lilt in your voice with the intention of making you one of their own — an angel.
He found you charming.
With a nod of his head, he braced himself to inch toward you. Not proximal enough to cause you discomfort, he wouldn’t want that, yet enough to signal his unwavering immersion. “Did you just come from work?”
It was otiose of him to ask the question seeing as he undeniably knew the answer. Judging from your business attire and pencil skirt just a little too short for any other establishment’s dress standards, he had assumed you worked a kushy job at an office firm. You evidently earned a heap of money, with him recalling the numerous occasions you’d come home with luxury shopping bags hanging off your arms, tied in with the fact that the suites he inhabited weren't exactly affordable for the average person.
You responded hospitably to his question, that same lovely smile poured over your features and seeping into his personage. “Mhm, and what about you? Your work?”
He was surprised at your need to pull the conversation along further, it was as if you were succoring to curate his plans, as if you could read his mind and pick out from a haystack that you were his only interest, you were his source of bliss. A serendipitous moment, indeed. He straightened himself up, clearing his throat. “Me? Oh, well I just help out at charities and organizations from time to time,”
He’d be a fool to deny the set of wide eyes that were fixated upon his figure.
“For real? You must be a really good person then.” You responded with your hands clasped together and held against your chest, pupils of your eyes glittered in a sense of unshakable admiration.
As the conversation went on, you had begun to synonimize your neighbor with the fresh, and comforting feeling of congeniality. It helped that he was easy to converse with, seeming as he’d always been listening while keeping eye contact and rewiring his queries in a way that deemed you the main focus, and he, a vessel for your words to absorb within.
For Armin, he enjoyed getting to know you. You were perfect, in all the best ways.
And soon enough, through an exhausting series of prying inquiries, he’d piece together that your perfection wasn’t hulled along by determination or strong will, but by God’s good grace. He’d come to register that you didn’t have to struggle like he did to reach the triumphant point in life for which he stood. You were born that way, born with a silver spoon in your mouth and just the right kiss-ass people in your life to keep you that way. A spoiled fucking brat.
What had been the rationale behind his suffering? The years in which he’d been bullied repeatedly in public schools, had acquaintances that had only cared about him for their personal gain, and parents so utterly vapid that they’d give up their only child if it meant they could continue working towards an unattainable goal?
Fueled by a sense of jealousy, he waned your nepotism a hindrance. You were merely a telescope that he wanted so badly to see into.
For Armin was obsessed with a life that wasn’t his.
Meticulously, he had spent his time after that hidden away within his flat. Armin didn’t care to know anything more about you, he didn’t care to see your face, and he surely didn’t care for you.
When he stumbled across an unkempt, unpacked box in his room with the label of “Uni 2019,” written on the side in thick, inky letters, his concern led him to relive those memories upon removing the cardboard lid.
In it, there were polaroid photos, compact trophies he’d won from participating in school events, courtesy of his STEM minor, and a dark piece of fabric that caught his eye more than anything.
He recalled his first year of college where his two closest friends, Eren and Mikasa, dragged him out of their stuffy shared dorm and onto one of the first parties held by the school’s fraternity house during the fall semester.
“Armin, you look ridiculous,”
Mikasa said as she stomped away in her leather boots, leading the way for the two men accompanying her to follow her off-campus.
She was dressed in homage to Misa Amane from her favorite anime, although the style of dress aided no significance since it was hauntingly similar to her everyday wardrobe.
Eren was intended to show up as “Light” but he insisted on wearing something he deemed appealing, his plan was to get initiated by the end of the night, anyhow. He wore a deep black cloak, dark ripped jeans and had his hair tied aimlessly into his warped perception of a bun, with the mask of a ghost facing sideways on his head to allow for him to see.
Ghostface. Scream (1996).
Armin allowed himself to be pulled away by the Ackerman, his rebuttal falling on deaf ears. “You didn’t give me enough time, Mika. This is all I could come up with.” Armin’s poor excuse for a costume was tissue paper wrapped around his frame in stereotypical mummy fashion, a classic of all classics.
Though, that night had concluded like any other gathering involving college-aged students, the trio having woken up to hangovers and bad decisions.
Armin stared at the contents of the box a while longer before taking the cloak out and trying it on for size. Obviously, it was meant for a taller person, but regardless, the wheels in his head gradually spun.
He took it off after careful observation when the sensation of juvenility filled his veins. He wasn’t fond of the costume rousing the impression that he was an illegitimate killer — He knew more than he let on, and his passion for the grotesqueries scribed in his books further proved that.
Concurrently, you had been pondering the reason for Armin’s disappearance. After your last conversation with him, he’d stopped formulating ways to talk to you and seemed to never leave his suite, and your heart yearned for his presence once the feeling truly settled in.
You had been swayed by his charm.
His dulcet tone of voice, the intriguing quirks that seemed to hang off of him like leaves to a tree; You missed the way he cared for you, through mundane matters and the like.
Night had fallen, the warm, ochre hues of the day meshing in perfect balance with deep purple tones that signified time’s passing. You were settling into bed, just about ready to fall into slumber when you heard light tapping at your door.
Only for a second did the thought of who could possibly be up this late float through your mind.
Your soles kissed the floor when you made your way to the front door. And once you finally opened it, the sight of your worst fear was drawn to life — The deviant sight of the unknown, with what seemed to look like a kitchen knife in its right hand.
Quickly, without time to react, you attempted to slam the door shut with the force of your shoulder but the action proved futile when the aggressor’s strength pushed back against the wood, sending you stumbling backwards and vulnerable to any attack.
Heavy footsteps creeped eerily towards you out of something from a horror film. Your worst mistake was turning your back, scrambling for a way to retrieve your phone, or even a weapon.
“Help! He-”
The stranger was more agile than you had assumed, easily capturing you with one arm around your waist and its hand cupped against your mouth. You couldn’t shake the terror growing within you as hot tears seemed to spill down your cheeks and your heartbeat so intense, you were sure that it’d had been noticeable.
Your body soft in the assaulter’s touch, they embraced your body taut. The sensation was suffocating, your eyes squeezed shut to further distance yourself from the situation at hand, even if it was only a mental trick.
You resided in a relatively safe area, so why were you in this situation? What cruel joke were you the target of?
The grip on your body loosened ever so slightly, yet you were still fixed in place by the attacker’s opposite hand. While your body was immobilized, you felt the lingering of metal lightly drag against your abdomen to find itself settled just underneath the band of your lace pajamas.
Just moments prior, you had completed your elaborate nightly routine consisting of a glass of wine, face mask, and a warm bath. You also found it fitting to change into one of your newer pajama sets — Thin, baby pink, lace bralette with matching shorts that called for forgoing the need for panties.
All you wanted was to wake up from this nightmare.
“It’d be so beautiful if you died right here in my arms,” Your assailant spoke.
Through your ears, his voice was familiar. A tone so soft, you refused to believe the possibility of who it’s owner could be.
His hand over your mouth was hesitant to situate itself elsewhere in wariness of how you’d react. He was aware of the power behind a blood-curdling scream. The neighbors in this area were nosy. He would know.
He let out a sigh. “But you look really pretty tonight. I wouldn’t want to get blood on you,” His knife trailed further into your shorts, the edge cutting out a hole in the fabric at the seat of the garment.
“Did you do all this for me?”
You winced when the sonority of cloth ripping resonated through your ears. The blade felt dangerously close, running along your body as if to taunt you. That had to be the case; You were in the perfect position to be harmed, so why hadn’t your attacker done so? With your body stricken from fear, his job was easy. Was it not?
The hand over your mouth moved to caress your face and you gasped heavily for the air you were denied.
“W-What do you want?” Your voice echoed shakily throughout the room, barely audible enough for the two of you to hear. His knife inched upward to your sternum, and slowly dragged itself back down to your abdomen as he spoke.
“To see what your insides look like.”
For a split second, his hold on you seemed to diminish, granting you the perfect opportunity to run. Yet, your legs felt frail as if there were weights tied to your ankles. The assailant quickly repositioned himself in front of you, his head tilting slightly while he continued his up and down ministrations with the edge of the blade gingerly pressed against your flesh. Not forceful enough to draw blood.
“But maybe now, I want to feel your insides,” His steps crept closer, and instinctively you tried to create as much distance as possible by stepping back. It proved useless when your back hit the cold surface of the door, his face mere centimeters from yours.
Your breath hitched as you found comfort in the presence of the door, leaning against it as if it’d keep you from harm’s reach. You fidgeted, fumbling to grasp at the handle that’d grant you escape. The masked man took notice, hovering over your frame to keep you from trying anything.
“Please- -” Your plea fell in the form of a choked up whimper, just the sound he wanted to hear.
More uncomfortable ripping was sounded when his blade etched a perfect cut in your shorts, leaving your bare cunt out on display for his eyes to see. “Don’t be shy, pretty. I’m sure lots of guys have seen you like this. Am I right?”
Crudeness started to sink in as your face morphed into a contradictory pout. He took your expression for a no and chuckled genuinely, albeit louder than his previous tone. “No? Does this make me the first?” His eyes scanned your lower half once more, then flit back to meet your fear-blown orbs.
“I’d really love to be your first,”
Having grown confident enough to be sure that you wouldn’t try to break free, he dropped the knife to the side, metal clamorously clinking against hardwood flooring while he used his free hand to lift your right leg over the juncture of his elbow. He carefully slotted his middle and ring fingers into your hole, shallowly pumping. Your legs threatened to close with what you couldn’t make of embarrassment or denial.
Your mind felt cloudy once your body gave up its immobility and allowed pleasure to course through your veins, heat rushing to your core with every pump of his fingers. He took notice of the way your expression hastily contorted into one of pure pleasure, eyebrows knit together and your mouth slightly agape, eliciting quiet moans to tumble past.
It was a whorish sight, indeed. A circumstance you couldn’t control with your death at the forefront, yet it was terrifyingly easy to succumb to the euphoric sensation building up within you. The pad of his thumb found its way to your aching clit, and from just the light circling motions in tandem with his fingers, you felt yourself floating to the cusp of release.
“F-Fuck- -“ you rasped. Your hand reached out for his wrist to push him away but the attempt was futile and in turn, he sped up his ministrations.
“Didn’t know you had such a dirty mouth. You’re making me lose interest.” He coyly teased.
He was thankful you couldn’t see how flushed his face appeared under the mask. The sight of you spread open for him was too much to bear, he could cum in that moment without ever feeling your gummy walls wrapped around his painstakingly hard cock.
Just before you were about to hit your orgasm, he pulled his fingers away. An agitated groan rumbled from your throat, eyes finally opening to the sight of the man before you, removing his mask and unveiling his true identity.
Something within you didn’t want to admit what you had seen.
From the golden strands of hair that shimmered against the moonlight to his cyan-hued orbs tinted dark with madness. It was Armin, but it wasn’t Armin.
“M-Min.. You —“ The words failed to leave your mouth in a coherent string of sentences. It couldn’t have been your neighbor, not Armin. He was far too delicate, too feeble to carry out a task like this.
He kept unwavering eye contact with you, your pupils shaking from shock. “Hm? Couldn’t see a thing with this mask on,” His response was that of nonchalance, his hand coming to caress your tear-stained cheeks.
“You’re much prettier behind the mesh.”
He pulled down the zipper of his slacks along with the garment itself and his briefs, just enough so that his cock was freed. You didn’t want to look, but you did. You notice how bulbous the head was, glowing a bright pink while the rest of it was pretty girthy as well. It bobbed under its weight, the strings of precum leaking onto your inner thighs as he lined it up with your entrance.
“Why would y—“
Just before you could get the vocables out, he pushed his entire length inside of you, head tilted back and adam’s apple bouncing with each groan he let out. You felt as though you were being split open by how fat his cock was, how it glided effortlessly in and out of your heat.
His pace was tauntingly slow as if he’d shoot his load prematurely. Once he gradually thrusted more vigorously though, you found it hard to keep whimpers at bay. Each push in felt deeper than the last, the wind within your system struggling to keep you afloat. You reached for something to hold onto, scrambling for Armin’s shoulders in the end. Your nails dug deep at the lean muscles of his back, creating raw, catlike scratches on the flesh.
The pain was enough to make him smile. Or maybe it wasn’t the pain, but the sight of you so desperate for him — So desperate for your killer.
How pathetic.
He leaned himself upward to meet your gaze again, that of something from a horror movie, his gaze was darker than before, strung together by a serious expression. “Kiss me.”
You almost didn’t hear him as your impending orgasm was your only focus. When you took too long to respond, he glanced back at the knife settled just underneath his foot, in a manner to remind you of the real dangers he was capable of.
With the slightest inclination of hesitancy, your lips met his. Contrary to his actions, his kisses were soft, sloppy, and hungry, as if he were craving you. He hooked his arms beneath your knees to hoist you up and against him.
Deeper. You whimpered into his kisses wondering how his cock fucked into you deeper. He slammed your body down onto his length, using your body like it was a toy. You pulled away from the kiss, heaving for air as your head fell upon his shoulder. “Gonna cum, ‘m so close!” Your words slurred, and before you knew it, your essence came in waves, each aftershock more jolting than the last.
He continued pounding into you, shifting his position to hold you up against the wall. Your pleasure reverberated in the form of an inaudible cry while you allowed for the bullying of his cock in your cunt. It was evident to you that he was close from the way his features were etched in pure ecstasy.
Armin looked pretty like that — Wisps of tawny bangs messily splayed across his forehead from perspiration and a light tinge of scarlet dusted across his nose and cheeks, up to the tips of his ears. His soft, rosy lips were slickened with the mixture of your wet kiss and his.
“Oh, God-”
The guttural groan he let out had your walls clamping down taut around him. “Cum for me again—Shit! Say my name,”
The stamina he retained came as unexpected to you, your overstimulated heat trying to find pleasure in the way it’s being battered up. He spoke again, this time with a docile lilt in his tone.
“Tell me you’re mine, Y/N. I wanna be yours.”
You didn’t want to. You were beyond opposed to feeding into his hedonistic delusions, especially in the impuissant state that you were in. Yet, you couldn’t stop the affirmations from flowing once another orgasmic high coiled up in your core.
“Armin! ‘M yours! All yours,”
Just as soon as your words circulated through his mind, he felt his balls tighten, his thrusts faltering in potency as he reached closer to his high.
In his mind, it was profoundly amorous that you both had hit euphoria simultaneously, warm ropes of his sticky seed painting your walls while he shallowly jettisoned every last drop. Your womb was the goal, and he had scored.
He was tentative to pull out, wanting to relish in the warmth of your core for as long as he possibly could but he knew the idea wouldn’t be feasible. “You’re so good. I mean, you listen so well,”
He delicately placed you back on your feet, your body lax in his hold. “Thank you!” He beamed, tilting your head upwards to meet his gaze.
“Thank you for what?” You responded, your eyes searching for anything else to focus on as you gained enough strength to separate yourself from him, even if it was just a few inches.
“You helped me,”
You couldn’t make sense of the nonsense coming out of his mouth nor his need to be a hair's breadth away from you at all times.
“You helped me realize I never wanted to hurt you,” His hands found their place at your waist, softly running along the curve. “I just wanted to be inside you.”
“No, you wanted to kill me.” You spoke in a more conflicted tone, wondering if the gears in his head were turning at all. He chuckled, creating a few inches of distance between the two of you.
“I mean, I did at first. I was jealous, Y/N,” His voice sounded like that of a beg. “You have such a perfect life and I want it — I want to be in it.”
You couldn’t bear to listen to anymore of his twisted thoughts, feeling the heavy coat of uncomfortability weighing your shoulders down. “Armin, you’re crazy.”
“I love you, Y/N. Let me into your life, please?”
He pulled you into a tight embrace, his hands furthering south until they halted at the small of your back.
“I won’t hurt you,”
“I love you.”
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𓏲 ࣪₊♡𓂃 — @valentinevampyr @oneofthesevensins @iamtrashgod @iconicbabii @inusdoll @kloesklarity @bakuhoe-3 @antistellxr
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arminsumi · 7 months
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fogging up nerd armin's glasses.
𝐀𝐑𝐌𝐈𝐍 — アルミン ⋅ fem reader
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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 !
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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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levilxvr · 2 months
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aot men dick analysis
ft. levi, erwin, armin, eren
levi
realistically i’d say he’s a solid 5 inches, 5.5 when hard. He’s not that big of a grower but definitely knows how to use his cock in all the right ways to make you cum. He’s got a single vein going down the right side of his shaft as well, and when he gets hard the tip tends to get really red and swollen. Thickness wise it’s just nice, kinda average.
Oh yeah he’s got the softest balls too, and they’re extremely sensitive. just ghosting your fingers over them makes him shiver with pleasure while they contract in your hand. In terms of his cum, it’s more on the thicker side, but usually his load isn’t that much unless he’s been pent up for weeks.
erwin
Lord every time I look at him the first thing that comes to my mind is big dick energy. Erwin’s about 6 inches when soft, but when he gets hard it can go up to 7.5. It’s more on the straight side but there’s a slight curve towards his abdomen. And it’s THICK.
He’s a little embarrassed about it bc he’s so big and thinks it’s too much, but every time you guys have sex you prove him wrong. The slit on the head of his cock is basically his weak spot btw. Rub your thumb over it, spread the precum leaking out and his legs instantly turn to jelly.
armin
he’s about 5 inches but the girth of his cock makes up for the length. His cock has a really nice upward curve, tbh out of all of them i’d say he’s got the prettiest dick. It’s cute, and every time he gets hard theres a soft pinkish flush on the upper part of the shaft that matches the blush on his cheeks.
He’s got a really sensitive head as well. No actually his whole cock is super sensitive- even the feeling of the cold air hitting the skin when you pull down his pants makes him bite his lower lip to stop himself from moaning.
eren
man’s got a huge dick and he’s proud of it. He doesn’t need to grow any balls either because they’re also big, at least that’s what he says whenever connie taunts him. Eren isn’t much of a grower- I feel like his cock is around 7 inches? Idk I can imagine him with both a big dick and a scrawny pp.
Ok it’s slightly more on the thinner side in terms of thickness, but that doesn’t matter because it’s long enough to make you feel so full every time he’s inside you. And if theres one thing more impressive than his size, it’s the amount of veins lining his shaft from the base all the way up, fading off near the tip. He’s so veiny and loves when you trace those lines while stroking him off.
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arlerts-angel · 2 months
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How does Armin react when u let him take the condom off mid-fuck session 👀👀
☽ armin arlert x fem!reader
☽ a/n: coming back from a three-day hiatus to post this bc i haven't stopped thinking about it, so thank you nonnie!
☽ warnings: penetrative sex (piv) | brief mention of male + female masturbation | pet name: angel | creampie
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"take it off..." you groan as the tip hits your sweet spot. his heart skips a beat or two and his thrusts into you slowly come to a stop. "h-huh?" he replies, slightly confused. "the condom... take it off." you clarify.
"r-really?" he asks, the heat from his hands could practically burn his fingerprint into your skin. you nod and watch as he eagerly pulls out and unrolls the condom, freeing his pretty cock.
"and y-you're sure it's is okay?" he asks again, nervous but excited. you giggle and nod, reassuring him once more. he wraps his hand around his cock, jerking himself off to get fully hard again.
he pushes his leaky, red tip slowly past your folds, knees buckling at the warmth of yout cunt around his bare cock. "ohhh fuck," he breathes, pushing his length deeper into you, relishing the feeling of your walls hugging each of his cock's veins and curves.
the pace of his thrusts into you pick up quickly. "never... again..." he stammers, "no more condoms. gonna fuck you full of my cum, angel. you deserve it."
"want you to cum inside me, 'min..." you sigh and wrap your legs around his waist, pulling him deeper inside you. he throws his head back blissfully and moans. "wanna feel your cum dripping outta me...!" you cry out, toying your clit faster and harder as you get closer to cumming.
"you're gonna make me cum," he breathes, "fuck, i'm cumming angel...! i'm cumming-!" he whines as his cock throbs and shoots strand after strand of cum inside you.
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kingkonoha · 6 months
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I know it has been said before, but 𝐀𝐑𝐌𝐈𝐍 𝐀𝐑𝐋𝐄𝐑𝐓 definitely seemed like a sweet, innocent, and kind guy. He helped you with your college homework, walked you home afterwards, and genuinely seemed like a good friend.
But, truth be told, when he was finally alone in his room after helping you study all day, the first thing he did was unbuckle his jeans, and pull down his pants.
He started off slowly, rubbing his hard bulge through his underwear as he tried to remember your amazing scent, which still lingered on his clothes from when you hugged him goodbye.
As he glided his fingers up and down his clothed shaft, he moaned softly, a pretty shade of pink dusting his cheeks.
It wasn’t enough, though.
A few minutes later, Armin pulled his sensitive dick out of his boxers, and slowly, he started to stroke his cock with one hand. With the other hand, he opened the photo app on his phone, scrolling until he found the album he created solely of your pics. Some were photos he took himself with you and of you, while others were screenshotted directly from your Instagram page.
And god, just the sight of you made him increase his speed, fucking his fist until biting his lip could no longer suppress his moans.
“y/n,” he whimpered breathlessly, “I need her . . . need her.”
It wasn’t enough, though.
Armin switched his phone off. His pretty blue eyes fluttered closed, and he thought about what it would feel like to actually be with you.
To suck on your sensitive nipples. To kiss you deeply enough to make you gasp for air. To feel your clit melt into his mouth as he sucked on it, making you cum over and over again all over his face and tongue. Then, he’d fuck you — nice and slow, to begin with — and cherish every single thrust. He’d cum inside of you while moaning your name, and do it all over again.
As he imagined it, he started to rub the most sensitive part of his cock, a spot right underneath the head. His moans were so beautiful and sinful. Gripping the sheets next to him, his thighs started to tremble slightly, and your name fell from between his lips over and over again.
“Ahh, y/n, please . . . feels so, so good.”
Ferociously stroking his cock, a loud whine escaping from his throat, his warm orgasm brewed in his belly until he couldn’t hold it in any longer. He came — and he came hard, painting his fist white as he heaved.
God, just the mere thought of you had ropes and ropes of cum spewing out of his cock.
It wasn’t enough, though.
As Armin started to clean himself up, he knew well that he couldn’t handle fucking himself to the thought of you much longer.
He had to fuck you for real, and as he grabbed his phone to shoot you a text message, he could only hope that you felt the same way.
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alert-arlert · 10 months
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study date.
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↳ armin arlert x afab!reader 
↳ 18+ MINORS DNI, [awkward] smut, established relationship, modern university au, no power dynamics
↳ summary: what started as an innocent study date quickly turns into you jumping your boyfriend’s bones. maybe you are a sapiosexual, and maybe armin likes feeling a bit objectified.
↳ wc: 3.8k
↳ cw: no power dynamics, mentions of reader wearing panties, two (2) spanks, cunnilingus
↳ a/n: it’s been so long since i’ve last written something, so i’m quite rusty and nervy. please be kind <3
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Two hours into the study session with Armin, and you can’t help but feel guilty. He is trying so hard to teach you in a way that’s easy to understand, but all you can focus on is him. Him in his comfortable and cozy attire, which was made up of grey sweats and a navy hoodie, the way his eyes shined behind his glasses, his lips as they moved to form the words you are supposed to be listening to in order to do well on your exam next week, the way his cologne seems to waft off him in gentle waves in an attempt to slowly intoxicate you (and yes, it was working). “-and that’s how you do a one-way analysis of variance,” he says, grinning as he circles the answer with his pencil before looking towards you, “Does that make sense? Do you understand how we got that answer?” 
Obviously he wasn’t talking down to you - he never did whenever he offered to help you, truly wanting to see you succeed and understand these tough concepts - but just the way he said it, so sincerely with an air of confidence that he often didn’t showcase has you pressing your thighs together. “Yeah.” a lie, but you didn’t want to see him disappointed in you.
His blue eyes light up as he smiles at you, proudly, “Okay, good! Now I want you to solve this -” Armin turns the textbook towards you and points at one of the questions, “- question here.” 
Your eyes follow him to see where he’s pointing, taking in the veins on his hand and slender fingers before looking at the textbook. “Think you can solve that one for me?” His voice is soft and caring, as he takes in your reaction to the problem at hand. 
You nod, lying once again. Armin leans over, pressing a kiss to your cheek, “I’m gonna grab us some drinks while you get started.” 
 You watch as he stands up, making his way across the smooth floor of the kitchen to the refrigerator, before looking back down at the horrendous sight of the statistics textbook. Quietly sighing to yourself, you try to focus on the question at hand; but just as quickly as that attempt had come, it leaves - dragging your concentration and imagination with it. The thought of Armin under you, blush sitting high on his cheeks and slowly spreading down his neck to his chest as you ride him, your hand on the smooth and toned skin, listening to his voice break off into airy moans and gasps…
You squeeze your thighs together again, doing little to ease the ache forming between your legs. The sound of a glass being settled on the table snaps you out of your little day dream. “Are you feeling okay?” Armin asks, brows furrowed as he sits back down, gently placing the back of his hand to your forehead, “You seem a little out of it today.” 
Unconsciously, you lean into his touch, causing the corners of his mouth to twitch upwards and a light pink to dust his cheeks. “You feel a little warm.”
At his observation, you groan, leaning forward to rest your head on your arms on top of the table. You could already start to feel the uncomfortable stickiness in your underwear the longer you sit and listen to Armin talk. And you felt so wrong for having these thoughts when all he was doing was caring for you and trying so hard to get you to understand your studies. He smooths his hand over your hair, calling your name gently, “It’s okay. It’s definitely a tricky concept, even when we’re feeling our best. How about we take a break?” 
Your clit throbs pathetically at his kind words. This must be a pathetic show, watching you struggle with something he finds so easy - you know it would be for anyone else, at least, but not for him. This only serves to make you crave him more. You sigh once again, turning your head to look at him, cheek still smushed against your arm. “Hi, baby.” He says, smiling a bit as he smooths his thumb over your brow bone.
“Can… can we have sex?” Your question gets quieter around ‘sex’, embarrassed about voicing your needs and just how desperate you’ve become during the two hours he has been over. 
Armin’s movements come to a halt as the blood visibly rushes to his cheeks, quickly painting him red to the tips of his ears. He opens his mouth to respond, but no sound comes out. You sit up quickly, knocking his hand off you by accident, waving your hands to try and clear your embarrassment from the air, “If you don’t want to, that's totally fine, ‘Min!” 
He opens his mouth to reply, but you continue your ramble, “Just… just give me, like, thirty minutes and we can continue, okay?”
You stand up from your chair, and begin to try and maneuver around your study spot to leave, but Armin grabs your hand before you’re able to leave the area. “Wait. Is that why you’ve been so spacey today?” he asks, a gentle lightheartedness evident in his voice, the redness in his cheeks unfading. 
You hum, looking away from him as you shift your weight between your feet. This only makes an airy chuckle escape his lips as he tugs you closer to his seated form, “C’mere.” 
After situating yourself to straddle him, you press your face into the crook of his neck to hide your embarrassment. Though, Armin can still feel the warmth emitting from your cheeks. Gently, you rub your face against the soft fabric of his sweater, which reminds him of a cat trying to mark their territory. His hand trails gently down your back before following the same path back up. “To answer your question,” Armin says lowly, moving his head so he’s closer to yours, “I would love to have sex with you.” 
Your heart flutters at his words. Despite being in a relationship with him for a few years now, he still manages to have this strong of an effect on you - making you feel like a teenager with a crush. Slowly, you move your face away from his neck and see him smiling at you. You press your palms flat against his chest, slowly moving them up to cup his jaw as if you’re trying not to scare him or let him know how desperate you are for him. 
Your kisses start off soft and slow, but quickly progress into feverish ones as your senses begin to cloud over with him. Armin squeezes your hips, tugging you closer to him so your fronts are pressed firmly together. He sighs into your mouth at the contact, breaking off into a moan when you begin to rut yourself against him. One of your hands moves from his jaw to the back of his head, grabbing the hair there and pulling his head back to expose his neck. He groans, eyes screwing shut at the sting, but he’d be lying if he said the sharp sting on his scalp didn’t cause blood to rush down to his cock, making him a bit light headed from how fast he was hardening under you. Your teeth scrape over his Adam’s apple, quickly followed by your tongue to soothe any ache left behind. Armin shudders as you continue your loving assault on his neck. Your hand squeezes between your bodies to palm his cock over his sweatpants, pouting in frustration against his neck when you realize that Armin’s only half-hard. “‘M so wet it hurts,” you whine, continuing your ministrations on his cock, “Need you hard. Need your dick inside me, now.”
He lets out a shaky breath at your words, one of his moving up your body to cup your cheek to bring your lips to his once again. Hearing your depraved words - how bad you want him -  has him feeling incredibly warm all over and has him fully erect in his sweats. You grin at the feeling, moving quickly to take his sweater off. “Eager?” it’s more of a statement, rather than a question. 
“It hurts.” you whine again, grabbing ahold of his wrist and guiding his hand between your legs. 
Armin cups your cunt over your sweatpants, pressing his palm firmly against you which causes you to unintentionally buck your hips against his hand. You grab ahold of his shoulders to keep your balance, your nails accidentally leaving crescent indents on his skin. “Let me ease the ache.” he whispers as he noses along your jaw, pressing a chaste kiss below your ear that sends a shiver down your spine. 
He removes his hand from between your legs, trailing up to grab the bottom of your shirt, “May I?”
Nodding, you remove your hands from his shoulders to raise your arms slightly so that Armin can remove your top with ease. Before your shirt can even hit the ground, you’re pushing yourself up against him to feel his skin on yours. He sighs immediately at the contact. No matter how long you’ve been together, or how many times you’ve done this, he will never get used to the euphoria that spreads throughout his body when he feels your skin on his.Armin can’t help but wonder what exactly has you so worked up… perhaps you were ovulating? He tries not to think too hard about it, wanting to stay in the moment with you. Almost as soon as your skin touches his, you’re pulling away to shuffle off his lap. He whines at the loss of weight and warmth on him, and he reaches out to pull you back. You giggle, swatting his hands away, “I need to take my pants off, give me a second.”
His head falls back, complaining in an overdramatic fashion; but, as soon as he hears the tell tale sound of clothes moving against skin, his head is back up to take in your figure. Armin watches intently as you slowly pull your sweatpants down your legs, revealing the plush of your thighs with every passing second. As soon as they reach your ankles, you’re kicking them off towards your discarded shirt. His eyes trail up your legs, finally stopping once they reach the space between your hips. Plain grey cotton panties hug your hips, covering your cunt but not covering enough to hide the patch of dark grey that spreads from the top of your lips and hides between your legs. His mouth practically waters at the sight of your arousal. Based off your choice of underwear, you weren’t planning on fucking him before he got here, so something he did made you this wet and desperate for his touch? The thought makes his cock throb. You reach your arms behind you, unclasping your bra and tossing it aside with the rest of your clothes. A gentle smile takes over his features as he soaks in the newly revealed skin, “You’re so pretty.”
You smile bashfully, feeling your cheeks warm up at his gaze and soft words. Slowly, you begin to pull your panties down your legs. Thin strings of arousal slowly stretch and break as your panties get further and further away from your cunt. Armin catches a small sway of your body when you lift one of your feet to step out of your underwear, and he’s quick to reach out to steady you. His hand is soft and warm against your skin.
Instead of discarding your underwear with the rest of your clothes, you keep it in your palm. You lean in close to Armin’s face to whisper as you tuck the arousal-stained panties into the pocket of his sweatpants, “You can use them for your little perverted fantasies later.” 
His whole body feels like it was lit on fire, burning him from the inside, as the humiliation sets in. Armin whimpers, and you take that as your cue to pull his sweatpants and boxer briefs down his thighs without taking them off fully, just enough for his stiff cock to be free from their confines. You’re quick to snap out of your daze, looking up at him, “I need to go grab a condom from my room. I’m ovulating.”
He chuckles a bit at his suspicion being confirmed.  “I have a couple in my bag.” Armin nods towards his bag on the floor. 
Now it’s your turn to giggle, “You were expecting this to happen?”
He shrugs, smiling bashfully, “Gotta be prepared, you know.”
“Slut.” You tease, before turning to fish through his bag for a condom. 
When your fingers finally make contact with the packaging, you pull it out of the bag and hold it up triumphantly to show Armin. You’re quick to rip open the packaging, and roll it over his length. You rest your hands on his shoulders, straddling him once more. “Need you in me,” you whine, right hand sliding down his chest to hover around his cock, “Can I?”
Armin nods, a soft sigh leaving his lips at the contact, “Please.”
That was all the confirmation you needed, grabbing hold of the base of his cock and lining yourself up. Slowly, you begin to settle down on him. Once you’re fully seated on him, all that is heard is a soft moan from you and a hitch in Armin’s breathing. His head falls back, eyes screwed shut and hands gripping your hips. Your nails dig into his shoulders, leaving crescent indents on his skin. You watch as his Adam’s apple bops, and you lean forward to nip at it before licking a fat stripe up his neck causing Armin to whimper. 
Slowly, you begin to rock yourself on his cock, gradually picking up the pace. You lean forward, pressing your breasts against Armin’s chest. “Kiss me.” You all but beg. 
He moves his head, smiling at you as he leans in, catching your lips with his. Your hands move up from his shoulders to cup his jaw and his stay firmly planted on your hips to help your movements. The longer the kissing continues, the more desperate you both start to feel. As your pace picks up, the kissing turns into more moaning into eachothers mouths and hands trying to grab ahold of anything the other has to offer. It’s clunky and awkward, but it feels so good and so right. “Shit.” Armin groans, beginning to feel himself unravel at the seams.
“Spank me.” you whine into his ear. 
Armin’s cock throbs at your words, and he places a quick slap to your ass. You mean and cling to him more, grinding on his cock. “Harder…” you whine, pulling your face away from him to look at him. He practically groans when you look at him, seeing how completely desperate you are. He nods, landing a harder slap to your ass. The sting has you moaning and clenching down on his cock, your forehead falling to rest on his shoulder. 
The feeling of you against him, warm and unrelenting in riding him, using him to reach your own end without much care if he’s reaching his, has him feeling the knot inside him falling apart faster than ever. You were treating him, consciously or not, as some toy in your collection and it had him too dizzy to even speak or think; however, his quickly approaching end had him moaning out, “W-wait. Slow down-”
But it was too late. White hot pleasure scorched his skin from the inside out, causing him to screw his eyes shut and groan as his forehead rests on your shoulder. Your pace slows down, scratching his undercut as you help him through the end of his orgasm. You can feel the heat radiating from his face as you come to a stop, continuing petting his hair. “How’re you feeling, handsome?” 
“I love you.” is all he replies.
You giggle, pressing a kiss to the part of his head you can reach, “I love you too.”
“I’m sorry.”
You nudge his head softly with your shoulder, manoeuvring him to look at you, hands cupping his cheeks. “Don’t be. It was hot,” you wink, watching him get increasingly more flustered, “I know my pussy is too much for you to handle anyway.”
A dreamy sigh of “Yeah” falls from his lips, and you kiss the tip of his nose as a reward for his answer. You reach between your bodies, holding the base of his cock to keep the condom in place as you slowly remove him from inside you. “I’ll make it up to you,” He says, quietly, “Let me eat you out.”
You nod, pressing a quick kiss to his lips before getting off his lap on wobbly legs. Once you steady yourself, you grin at him and begin to walk out of the kitchen, “Don’t keep me waiting.”
As you leave, you can feel his eyes watching your every move. He catches a glimpse of the sticky mess on your inner thighs before you disappear, making his mouth water. He’s quick to remove the condom and tie it, haphazardly pulling his boxers and sweatpants back up, and wrapping the condom in a tissue before quickly following after you. 
He tosses the wrapped condom away in the bathroom garbage before heading to your room. As Armin enters your room, he’s met with the image of you comfortably sprawled out on the edge of the bed, pillow under your head with your legs off the edge. His eyes follow the lengths of your legs down to the arches of your feet, and that’s when he notices the pillow on the ground right beneath you. Smiling to himself, a mix of embarrassment from the subtle form of affection from you and an overwhelming warmth in his chest. As he walks towards you, you take in his shirtless form - the way the light blond hair catches the light, showing a path from his belly button down underneath the sweatpants hung low on his hips. “You look comfortable.” He remarks, leaning over you once he reaches you. 
“I’d be more comfortable if you were eating me out.”
Armin chuckles, “Don’t worry, my love. I’ll make you feel really good.”
Right as he leans down to kiss you, you gently press your foot against his chest and push him upright and away from you, his hands reflexively holding onto your ankle and lower calf. Armin raises his eyebrow at your movement, but remains silent - waiting for your next move. It’s only polite for him to kiss you before you make a mess of his face, right? So why would you push him away?
“Take your pants off,” you demand, “‘m here, all naked, and you’re still covered. That’s not fair.”
He lets out a breathy laugh, a mix of relief that you’re still doing okay and from your somewhat pouty demand. 
“As you wish, baby.” Armin smiles, pressing a kiss to your shin before you drop your leg to allow him to remove his clothes. 
He’s quick to drop his sweatpants and boxers once more, kicking them off to the side. He could feel the embarrassment kicking up inside him gently, having himself exposed to you while he wasn’t hard, but it’s quickly dampened down when he hears you sigh “Much better.”
He leans down, catching your lips with his, smiling into the kiss. It doesn’t last long before he’s pressing hot kisses down your neck and chest, making sure to give each of your nipples a suck before continuing down your body to settle between your legs. Armin wraps his arms around your thighs, hands gripping your hips and pulling you closer to the edge of the bed. He presses a kiss to your mound, looking up at you through his lashes searching for confirmation from you. You sigh at the contact and nod, hand reaching down to push his hair back off his forehead. He doesn’t waste any time from your consenting nod as he licks a fat stripe up your slit, the tip of his tongue catching on your clit, making you gasp and tug on his hair. He groans at the sting in his scalp, causing vibrations against your cunt. He wraps his lips around your clit, giving a gentle suck to gauge your reaction. When a whine of his name tumbles past your lips, he takes that as his cue to be a bit more firm with his movements. 
Armin squeezes the fat of your hips, enjoying the feeling between his fingers as his mouth continues to work. Though his arms are around your thighs, he doesn't hold them firmly; instead, he lets you squirm freely under him and moans when your thighs squeeze his head between them. “Armin…” you whine, tugging on his hair once again.
He only responds with a moan, continuing to suck on your clit, the vibrations travelling straight to your core making your legs quiver on either side of his head. His head is fuzzy, consumed only by the thought, taste, and scent of you. The sounds coming from him eating you would usually make you embarrassed to no end, but you’re too far worked up to even care. The room is filled only with the sounds of your small moans and whines, his moans and the tell-tale sounds of his slurping, and the distinct sounds of your slicked cunt. One of his hands slowly moves up your body from your hips, gently resting on your breast before he squeezes it, pinching and rolling your nipple between his fingers as his tongue flicks your clit. He pulls away, just for a moment, his lips barely leaving your pussy as he looks up at you with his lust-filled eyes. “You’re so pretty…” he whispers before placing his mouth back on your cunt. 
It doesn’t take long after that for that knot in your stomach to unravel, tossing you right over the edge into bliss as he continues to firmly lick and suck your clit. The pleasure feels hot as it washes over your skin quickly, forcing you to moan his name out helplessly. Armin’s pace continues, steady, as he tries to prolong your high as long as he can. As you begin to come down, his pace slows to languid licks, yout thighs twitching and trembling beside his head. He lifts his head from your weeping pussy, resting his cheek on your thigh. His lips are smeared with your cum and arousal, and his eyes look as if he’s the one completely fucked out. The hand that was on your breast slowly comes back down to your hips and he begins to rub gentle circles on your clit. You let out a soft moan at the feeling. “Again?” you ask, hips bucking up slightly to get more pressure where you need him, “Please?”
Armin smiles softly and nods, moving his face towards you once more. “Of course, my love.” he says before his lips once again make contact with your cunt.
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Mommy or daddy?
With: Levi, Erwin, Armin & Jean
Include: mention of adult content, mommy and daddy kink implied
A/n: Wrote this at 1am so it's probably trashy, but hope you enjoy anyway
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Levi:
Daddy kink at 99% but still prefers the 1%. He is the dominant guy but likes to be surprised from time to times with more spiciness as you take the charge.
Erwin:
Daddy at a full 100%. Have you seen this man? He is HUGE. There is no way he gives you the control in bed. You are his little girl and stay his little girl no matter what.
Armin:
Oh... sweetheart is 100% for mommy. He is his mama's boy liking being praised and crying when being punished. He wants someone strong to tell him he's good enough and to control him.
Jean:
Both of them at 50%. He likes to switch, one day dominant, the other day submissive. It makes him less stressed knowing he can count on his mommy but he also feels proud to control his princess.
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ringsofsaturnnnn · 7 months
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— [🪐] ·˚ ༘ ✎ 𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐦𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐦𝐞
MDNI | a.arlert x fem!reader
𝘴𝘶𝘮𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘺 :: armin has to hear you say those three words, even if you’re dating his friend.
𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨(𝘴) :: kinda mean armin, breeding kink, armin refers to himself as daddy once, armin calls the reader a slut, reader is cheating on jean, car sex (let me know if i missed anything!)
𝘢𝘶𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘦 :: woahhh, i’m back on the writing grind? also, i apparently don’t know what a drabble is cause this got way longer than expected. anyways, enjoy! not proofread, so i hope it makes sense 😭
© 2023 ringsofsaturn | please don't copy or repost my works! i have not given permission to anyone to repost my works. reblogs/comments/likes are okay!
𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘤𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘢𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘵𝘪𝘤 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘥
tag list: @arminsumi <3
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it was wrong. you knew it. he knew it. the both of you knew it, but it didn’t stop you.
your dainty fingers found his soft cotton t-shirt, tugging him closer as your lips danced together passionately. his hands toyed with the hem of your shirt, his fingertips ghosting over the soft flesh of your tummy.
he had you pinned between the door of his car and himself, the coolness of the steel seeping into your skin despite the fact that you had a shirt and jacket on. “armin..” you gasp, pulling away from the blond. both of you had matching blushes and giddy smiles on your face.
a voice deep inside of you kept telling you that this was wrong. that jean had always been a good boyfriend to you. he never did anything to warrant you cheating on him with his friend. however, when armin’s fingers gripped your waist and pulled you closer, you pushed that voice away.
“hm?” his voice came out as a low hum, his fingers trailing up and down your sides. a shiver raced down your spine at his gentle touch. “i.. i need you..” you couldn’t stop yourself from saying what was on your mind. looking up, you watched as a wicked grin slowly crossed the supposedly “innocent” blond’s face.
“then get in the back of my car.” was all he whispered.
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it wasn’t long before you found yourself on top of armin in the backseat of his expensive sports car. your shirts were both discarded, armin’s pants and boxers pulled down to his knees. you had perched yourself precariously on his lap your fingers squeezing his bare shoulders.
“tell me you love me.” he panted desperately, sweat beading up on his pale forehead. his golden locks were glued to his sticky skin as he thrust into you mercilessly. your eyes widened at his request, but his pace never faltered. “i-i won’t hold you to it, i promise. just.. oh god-“ he grunted. “i just have to hear you say it. please..” his voice was whiny as his fingernails dug into the leather of his car seats. his head was thrown back, resting against the fogged over windows of his car.
without a second thought, you said the three words armin so desperately needed to hear before he came deep inside of you. “i love you!” you gasp, your nails sinking into his soft flesh, leaving small crescent shapes in their wake. the blond let out a small whine, one that resembled something a puppy would make. “say it again. say it again, please!” he begged. his grip on your waist tightened as he continued to force you down on his cock.
“i love you. i love you so much, armin.”
that was all it took before he moaned loudly, his hips stuttering a little before stilling. you could feel his cum entering you, filling you to the brim. “oh fuck, baby..” he hissed quietly. lifting his head, he pressed his sweaty forehead against yours. the sounds of panting and the smell of sex lingered in the air, reminding you of what the two of you had just done.
his hands never left your hips and you never moved your hands from his shoulders. it wasn’t long before he was pushing his lips against yours once more, slowly starting to move his hips. “gotta.. gotta breed you before i can let you go.” he murmured softly against you.
you kissed him back without a second thought. “gotta put my baby in you.” pulling away from your lips, he leaned in close so he could whisper in your ear. “how do you think jean would feel, hm? how do you think he’d react if he found out that innocent little armin was fucking his girlfriend like the slut she is?” he taunted, starting to kiss down your neck.
armin could be mean and his words could be cruel. but for some reason, his cruelty and taunts turned you on all the more. you couldn’t help but moan, babbling incoherent nonsense. armin chuckled, pulling away from your neck. moving one hand from your hip to your chin, he gripped it with his index and thumb.
smirking, he tilted your head side to side as if he was examining you. his blue eyes watched you like a hawk as he witnessed you going stupid on him. “i asked you a question, sweet thing. now answer it, or are you already too dumb on my fat fucking cock?” you just nodded your head, tears pricking your eyes.
playfully scoffing, armin shook his head. “is my dick better than jean’s? hm? go on. tell me.” armin gave a particularly harsh thrust, hitting just the right spot that sent you spiraling off the edge of pleasure. “yes! your c-cock is better! s’much better..” you whimpered helplessly, tears freely flowing down your cheeks now.
he laughed loudly, cooing in response to your words. “yeah, that’s what i thought. my poor baby isn’t being treated properly by her boyfriend,” moving his hand, he wiped the tears that dripped down your cheeks. “it’s okay. daddy’ll take care of you now..” his sweet words dripped off his tongue as your eyes rolled back in pleasure.
“g-gon, gonna.. g-gonna!” you couldn’t finish your sentence. your pussy clenched around him as you came, making him groan loudly in pleasure. “good girl. that’s a good fucking girl..” armin praised as he chased after his fast-approaching high. “gonna knock you up, okay? gonna give you my baby. you’re gonna have our baby, then you’ll be mine forever..”
all you could do was nod as armin gave one last thrust, whining as he burst inside of you. he pulled you close, holding you flush against his sweaty chest as his heavy load shot inside of you. loud moans escaped your parted lips as your sticky skin stuck to his.
what you did was wrong. you knew it. he knew it. the both of you knew it, but it still didn’t stop either one of you.
“hey sweetheart?”
you looked up, allowing your eyes to lock with his beautiful ocean blue ones. you tilted your head, a silent gesture to tell him to continue speaking. a wide smile spread across his face as he parted his lips.
“i love you too..”
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heliiacus · 20 days
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to traverse this with you
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tags: armin x reader, forced proximity, one bed (technically), reader is cold, armin is dreadfully concerned, reader uses she/her pronouns
warnings: none!
words: 1.4k | masterlist
They used to love one another, long ago. Not loudly, nor ferociously, or even in a way that the other knew about, but they did. She knows that now. It could have stayed simple. They could have stayed apart. It has been years since she's been deployed to Marley, to live and work under a secret identity; and grieve as she may have for him, she could have lived with it. She really could have. They could have stayed star-crossed, torn away by war, but things just had to get difficult. Now, with tensions rising, she is forced to relocate – to trek through the lone mountains in the desolate Marleyan wilderness, in an attempt to clandestinely reach a port outside Liberio. And in another world it would have, perhaps, been a task of a casual undertaking. It could have been simple. Were it not for him, by her side: the man she has grieved for this entire time. Were it not for this one simple, stupid mistake.
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She didn't pack slow enough. That's the truth. There was no time. He'd stood by her door then, face pale and stricken, fists trembling at his sides, and he'd told her they were leaving; he'd told her they were leaving now.
She did not think. The man stood straight on the step of her door, one hand digging into the wood of its frame, and her feet worked faster than her mind did. She grabbed the things most important to her then. Her journal, the photographs tucked tightly into the worn sleeve. Razomov's poems. Some spare clothes.
She locked the door on her way out, sparing her last, fleeting thought on a wonder if she should hide the key. She did not think about the festering fall, or the cold that would soon grow rampant. She did not think of anything at all.
It was her fault, of course. It was. And now, as she lay in the middle of the night, trembling from head to toe and curled on her side, she is paying for it. Silently, she curses the gods that walk this earth, and she watches the man sleeping next to her with a misery akin to a beaten pup.
Surely, it would be alright. Surely, he would understand. Though years have passed, she can't, she just can’t think of a world where Armin would make fun of her. He lies so close to her, just within an arm's reach, and does she not know him? Were they not friends?
Are they not now?
His name leaves her mouth quietly; far quieter than she intended for it to be. He wakes immediately; so swiftly that she almost feels bad for it, for calling out to him. She said it softly, weakly; through her teeth, through the cold – through the hope that he won’t, in the end, hear it. That he won’t wake. And yet there he is, breath rattled as he rises, looking at her with a panic.
"Yes?" He asks briskly, looking around: at her, first, then the flap of the tent, then around them altogether. She can see, even in the near-dim light, that he's reaching for his blades. "Are you okay? What's wrong?"
His tone is levelled but alert, and her insides roil, the embarrassment burning her cheeks so steadfastly it almost beats the cold in her veins.
"I’m sorry," she says, sounding so disastrously pitiful – even to herself. "I really am, this is so stupid."
At this he relaxes, from what she can tell at least. His hold loosens on the blade, and then his hand slithers away from it altogether. He watches her, apprehensive and achingly kind.
"It's alright, Y/N. What's wrong? Tell me," he urges, sitting up higher. He levels her with a look, she can see that much; inspecting her, she thinks.
She sighs, exasperation building in her, and she tries to pick her words, one after the other melting once she sees the spark of gentle amusement grow in his gaze. Seeing it, her shoulders ease, and instead of toiling over words or excuses, she simply tells him: "It really is stupid. But it's too cold," she admits, reaching out her hands in front of her, both shaking with a fervor. "I’m usually not that sensitive, but I think I got too cold in the river earlier, and I’m not able to warm up. I can't sleep."
And there is no beat missed. Armin grabs her hand hastily, and he curses right after. "Rose. Y/N," he begins, crawling to her swiftly, and her mind reels. Then she feels the back of his hand at her throat. "You're cold as ice," he breathes out harshly, pulling his hands away from her. The gesture, so quick and efficient, has her head spinning. "I’m so sorry I didn't notice. Y/N, this is no joke, you're shaking like a leaf." He looks up at her again, meeting her eyes. There is panic in his, swirling in the timid light. "You need to, I mean–" then his gaze falls, and for a moment he sits there, between her sleeping place and his. She thinks she sees discomfort course through him, momentarily; she tries to parse through it, frame trembling, but all she comes to is the blankness that follows. "If you want,” Armin tells her, “but you really should, we could– we should sleep close together. I mean, I tend to be warmer than most, because of the titan, and I can make my temperature grow higher if you'll need it." He prattles on, a nervousness entering his voice, and his hands grow animated as he tries to explain himself, and she just stares at him, lost in the momentary absurdity.
An odd feeling strikes her altogether. A breathlessness, a certain turmoil – and then a nostalgic sense takes their place, one that leaves her so swiftly that she barely places it. He notices it, she knows he does – or perhaps he just calms beneath the weight of her stare, and all at once his energy dies down. His hands fall to his sides, and his shoulders ease, and then he looks at her with this careful, almost boyish look. “You need to warm up,” he tells her in concern, and there, as she sit shaking in full, she feels her embarrassment wash away.
“Please,” she tells him, her mind, once more, growing blank with the cold, and he crawls to her. He takes her blanket, and he pulls at her sleep roll, and then he ushers her closer.
Within moments, they lay side by side, sharing the two blankets on top of the both of them, and while she still trembles, he still gazes at her worrily.
"Would you–"
"Could I–"
They both fall quiet then, and she smiles at him plaintively, urging him to continue.
Armin swallows. "Would you like to come closer? I think it would help." Then he opens his mouth again, to supply, to no doubt ensure her that he's not trying to be a lecher but that he is simply worried, and she could laugh, she really could. Perhaps he sees it in her gaze, and his mouth stays shut; waiting, instead, for her reply.
She does not reply. She pulls herself closer to him, in-between his arms and right up against his chest, and though she may have felt embarrassed, or shy, or anxious about such a thing, it all melts away when she finally, mercifully feels warm. She hums instinctively, and Armin hums back at her, quieter, softer; the sound so oddly familiar. She feels his arms wrap around her, just around the top of her back, and then she is flush against him.
"Better?" He asks softly, and his voice rumbles in his chest.
"Much better," she admits, sighing. Slowly, she can feel the trembling seep out of her. Her hand curls around his shirt, feeling the buttons in her grasp. She wonders if he minds, but he neither tenses, nor says anything. "You really can control your temperature?" She asks him absently, trying not to focus on the scent of him she's caught, or the surprise she feels at it. Vanilla. Sweet vanilla.
"Mhm," he hums again, shifting just slightly. "It's cause we regulate temperature before and during transformation," Armin tells her, seemingly, at least to her, just as absent. She wonders to herself, quietly, if he is uncomfortable, and then she thinks she would know. Then she thinks a second time – and then she is not so sure. "Would you like me to..?"
"No, this is okay," she reassures him, and before she can stop it from leaving her mouth, she tells him: "This is good."
He squeezes at her. Paperlight, just a fraction; but enough so she could feel it, purposefully so. It pinches something in her chest, an odd, indescribable feeling settling there – a memory, fleeting and fast.
She rests her forehead against his chest in response, and realises she can feel him breathe this way. In, and out, deeply; oddly deep, as if it were artificial, as if he were telling himself when to inhale, then to exhale.
And it's not long before she feels all of her exhaustion crash on her. She sought to talk to Armin more, to soothe herself off this embarrassment, or to simply drag this moment longer, but she finds that she cannot. Lulled by the metronomic nature of his breathing, she feels herself begin to slip quickly.
"I'll sleep like this. Is that okay?" She asks him faintly.
She thinks she feels his chin rest on her head. She thinks he squeezes her again, pulling her closer, but it could be just her mind. "Sleep, Y/N," is all she hears, and then she is gone.
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dividers by arlerts-angel
tag list: @arlerts-angel @sukunascrustyfinger @supersupper @nilaaaas @levistealeaf @katestrophes @siy-draws @ryoiii @funkkage
reblogs would be dearly appreciated 💗 part two coming on sunday
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kurosaaki · 2 years
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LUST MELODIES. — AOT MEN
A compilation of how the aot men’s moans sound like
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TW: nsfw under the cut, mentions of sex and oral sex. f!reader.
CHARACTERS: eren, armin, jean, levi, reiner & porco.
A/N: i loved writing this. i hope you like it ;) support is always appreciated <3
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TAGS: @xiaoflwrs
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EREN JAEGER
low and filthy
eren is a passionate lover—we all know that. when eren wants something, he always gets it. he has a dominating behaviour, and his first priority when he finally has you wrapped around his finger is making you feel good. he needs to see your legs trembling after making you his, he craves to see you sprawled on his bed muffling your sweet moans on his pillow while he enjoys the tightness of your pussy around him.
you’ll always hear eren’s heavy breath against your neck, you can’t escape his teal eyes as he rams inside you. his low grunts becoming more loud as he speeds up the pace, ignoring your poor cries and whispering the most naughty, filthy things he’s going to do to you once you stop being so nosy. the only time you’ll hear him whine is if you overstimulate him. good luck trying to do that with eren. he’s too impatient. but oh, if you make him moan—you should consider that a gift from heaven. eren moaning your name out loud? that would sound so pretty.
he secretly loves to have someone as passionate as him. eren feels like it’s the perfect way to set his wild nature free. think you can compete against an animal like him?
“c’mon, baby, i know you can take it. make me proud”
ARMIN ARLERT
broken and needy
armin’s voice sounds so pretty when you kiss—or bite him—on his sweet spots. his faint whines leaving his lips when you ride him makes you feel like you’re between clouds. it makes you forget everything going on around the two of you, it brings you to another world. he feels so overwhelmed when he feels your tight walls clenching around him that he needs to whisper between whimpers how good you make him feel.
he becomes a whiny mess when you ride him, specially when you’re face to face with him. his blue eyes close everytime you swivel your hips and everytime you bounce on his dick. he loves to muffle his moans biting your neck or by bringing one of your breasts to his mouth, leaving little pecks and licking it. he loves that position because you’re in control of every movement and you can also feel the pleasure. such a caring sweetheart, isn’t he?
he’s a sucker for someone who can dominate him for a while. but don’t be too confident with that, he can also be very intimidating in bed. do you prefer to see his baby blue eyes glimmering from the pleasure you give him or his breathless, serious gaze when you misbehave? armin can give you both. you just have to be careful, because he’s a smart guy. you’ll never know what he can do.
“you feel so good, baby” “you’re amazing, oh my god”
JEAN KIRSTEIN
soft and breathy
jean makes the most beautiful sounds when he’s inside you. just as armin, he gets lost when he feels how tight you are for him. he forgets everything around him, and he doesn’t care if someone hears him moaning your name out loud—because he’ll do it. he’ll moan your name when you roll your eyes, he’ll moan your name when he feels you’re about to come. he’ll just do it because you leave him breathless, almost dizzy when your lips graze his, looking for his soft embrace while he takes his time inside you, savouring the feeling of being one with you.
jean is the romantic type of lover, let’s be honest here. he’s always worshipping every inch of your body, making you feel like the goddess you are. his lips are all over your neck while his hand brings your leg up to make you feel more of him. he likes to take his time with you, and he adores to hear your moans mixing with his grunts when you’re close to reach your climax.
sex with jean always feels like it’s the last time you’ll ever feel him again. maybe that’s why you’re obsessed with his body, his face, his voice and his soul.
“you’re so pretty” “come for me, you’ve done so well, princess”
LEVI ACKERMAN
harsh and husky
it is not a surprise that humanity’s strongest loves to remind you who’s in charge when you are having sex. he likes to see you squirming from all the pleasure his tongue gives you—he eats you out like he’s starving, and he loves it when you pull on his hair when he focuses his movements on your core. he chuckles from time to time, the low vibrations of his voice tickling your overstimulated pussy can always bring you to the edge.
he’s such a tease, he loves to rub his finger between your wet folds before putting it inside to stretch you out. loves to see his girl making a mess. he’s a giver, but he won’t be gentle with you if you decide to go down on him. he’ll always be whispering how obedient you are for him, how much he loves to see you choking on his length, how you deserve a punishment for misbehaving and interrumpting his work.
hearing levi’s moans is something that happens once in a while—if you kiss his neck and leave a hickey there, if you stroke his dick slowly before he cums, or if you moan against his ear. he has such a pretty tone, it’s always nice to hear his grunts and his husky voice filling the room.
“you love making a mess, don’t you?” “such a bad girl, fuck”
REINER BRAUN
deep and heavy
everytime reiner gets to be inside you, his heart feels like it’s about to explode. you can see how his eyes gets darker when he realizes he can literally move you in any way he wants. legs up resting on his shoulders while he thrusts deeper into you, enjoying every sound you make. you feel butterflies when the warrior lets out a deep grunt, stopping his movements when it feels too good to cum.
reiner is a passionate lover, not as animalistic as eren but not as gentle as jean, it’s the perfect mixture of both. he knows how to bring you to the edge and how to make you beg for more even if you feel like you can’t take it anymore. you also know how to make him moan like a desperate man, but that only happens when you ignore his desire to cum.
given his stamina, he can last a couple rounds more without getting too tired. it’s on the final round when you can finally hear those beautiful moans he has hidden inside him. it’s not that he’s shy to let them out, but he prefers to hear you instead.
“does that feel good, sweetheart?” “let me hear you, baby”
PORCO GALLIARD
sharp and hungry
he takes sex like it’s a competition. he’s the most competitive guy you’ll ever meet. sometimes, when he’s balls deep inside you, you can hear those grunts he makes and he always sounds like he’s mad at something—is he mad because he never got to taste someone’s pussy like yours? is he mad because he knows that everyone else wants his girlfriend? or is he mad because he feels like this is something he can’t win?
you’ll never know. the only thing you’re sure of, is that behind those hungry, deep groans he makes and those furrowed eyebrows, there is a more gentle version of the competitive guy you’re just fucking. and the only way to know that guy is by giving him the blowjob of his life. he can sound angry at first, but if you know how to play with him and how to make him mad, he’ll eventually give up on trying to be the dominant one.
that’s when you finally hear his soft, almost quiet moans. he’ll never admit it, but he’s shy as hell when he makes those sounds. maybe he likes the “mad guy” facade more than the “weak one” because it fuels his ego, but you’re the one who can decide which one you want.
“you like that?” “fuck, of course you do”
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bkgbunni · 10 months
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class prez!armin who realizes he doesn’t even the time to masturbate because of his packed schedule, so when you asked him to tutor him he almost came in his pants cause he thinks your fucking gorgeous.
class prez!armin who treats you better than any other guy ever has. making sure you understand everything he’s teaching you. going over it as many times as you need.
class prez!armin who’s trying he’s very best to hide the raging boner he’s got cause you leaned over to grab a pencil that he accidentally dropped and you accidentally flashed him.. “oops! sorry about that.. what were you saying ‘min?”
class prez!armin who’s mind is running wild, his head fill of fantasies of fucking you on this table right now, letting anybody see how he’s absolutely destroying your insides and filling you up!
class prez!armin who’s dick twitches everytime you ask him a question…he feels so bad, he really does. you just want academic help but your mini skirt and crop top don’t leave much to imagination
class prez!armin who isn’t very good at hiding the fact that he’s got the hots for you…his breath is always hitched and he’s sweating like crazy so even you for it wasn’t hard to put two and two together…
class prez!armin who wastes no time fisting his cock to the thought of you. your mouth on him, circling his tip while your hands makes their way up and down. “f-fuck! keep doing that…feels so good…”
class prez!armin who finally gets his chance to make a move on your when you invite him over to do some extra studying after the library closes…
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katsukisxslut · 11 months
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armin arlert is beautiful.
while you’re slotted between his legs as he sits loosely on the couch, his hand tangled in your hair, not enough to hurt you because he’s so very kind. as you take each and every inch of him in your mouth, he throws his head back giving you the most perfect view of him, completely at bliss. lips slightly parted & his moans are absolutely angelic, he’d be so vocal for you to let you know just how good of a job you’re doing. he cannot handle how skillfully you’ve been taking him in your mouth and he’s in heaven. the hand on your head cannot help but to slightly push you just a bit farther down until he hits the back of your throat, holding you there ever so slightly, until he lets out one final whine before releasing into your mouth, & boy does he taste so sweet. with those bright ocean blue eyes, you’d lock eyes & he’d bring his hand to your cheek, leaning down to place a soft kiss on your lips, “such a good girl.”
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arminsumi · 6 months
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PLS PLS PLS IM BEGGING FACE SITTING W ARMIN BUT DOM VERSION 🙏🏾🙏🏾🙏🏾
S*T ON MY F*CE
↳ ARMIN アルミン + fem!reader
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Note : idk if u meant him dom or reader dom so i made both lol 🫡 also the censoring of the title made me giggle its so dumb i just did it for visual reasons
Summary : faceriding/sitting with your boy Min... both a sub and dom version :)
Warnings 1/dom ver. : minors do not interact/read : smut/explicit content : daddy kink, face sitting/riding, mean dom Armin, dirty talk, begging, use of "good girl" and "wh*re" and "sl*t", after care
Warnings 2/sub ver. : sub Armin, mean dom reader, use of "good boy"
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. . . Dom!Armin ver.
"Rub that pussy on my face. Don't fucking stop or daddy's gonna give you another spanking. Understood?"
"Yes daddy!" you whine, lowering your pussy and feeling his tongue lap at your folds immediately.
He's ruthless, latching his lips onto your clit when he knows he's fucked you to oversensitivity. Suckling while flicking his tongue against it.
He seethes in annoyance when you try lift your hips to have a breather from the pleasure.
"Who said you could take a break?" he said icily. "You're making daddy mad, baby. Being a bad girl... you know what bad girls get?"
"P-punishment...?"
"Aw, so you do have a thought behind those pretty eyes. I thought for a second I fucked your brains out and turned you into a dumb slut." he condescends in a saccharine voice. "Now you be good and stay right fucking there while I eat this pussy, yeah? Can you do that for me, precious?"
You nod and let out a raw moan.
He locks you in place, veiny forearms and hands hooking around your thigh's underside to secure that position. During times like these, he likes to show off that underneath his cute puppy face he's a strong man. His abs flex excitedly when he feels your cream dribbling down his chin.
"Mmm! Daddy daddy daddy I'm gonna cummm~"
"Hmmm?" he hums, lips flush against your pussy hole while he wriggles his tongue inside. He pulls back and looks up at you. "You wanna cum on my face? Beg for it."
"Oh but please—"
"—beg. For. It."
He edges you with his tongue, teasing your slit, nibbling at your labia, suckling everywhere except your clit just to frustrate you. Then he builds you up to orgasm and repeats the process, never letting you get your relief.
"Daddy daddy daddy please! I'm your good girl! I'll do anything— I'll do fucking anything for daddy! I'm d-daddy's little whore! Please let me cum, please! G-gimme my orgasm, please!"
He cracks a smile. Such an Armin smile. So sweet and genuine. He's so pleased with you.
"Then cum." he's curt before suckling your clit once more, denting his fingers into your thigh hard enough to make you feel like your skin is bruising.
"Cum cum cum, ohhh cum baby — that's it. Cum for daddy. Watch daddy rub that little clit. Goooood girl." he's frantically thumbing your clit, making your tremble and shake and roll your eyes back.
"Daddy, I'm cumming!"
"Good fuckin' girl. Aw look at that pussy cum... so perfect." he watches you become breathless, relishing in how you grind your pussy onto his mouth.
He licks your slit slowly, savoring the juices dribbling out your convulsing hole, while you pant and come down from your orgasm.
"D-daaaddyyyy..." you shakily croak.
"I know baby, that was a lot, hm?" he kisses your clit, "But you did so good for me. Let's go get a bath running, yeah? Aw, my girl you look so dazed it's cute."
You cling to him happily, smiling to yourself while he takes you to the bathroom.
"Hey..." he plucks a kiss, "Can you taste yourself on my lips?" he winks.
"How embarrassing!"
He giggles cutely. "Sorry. But you taste good. Really good. Could eat you for breakfast lunch and dinner."
"Stop." you laugh.
"Seriously, that was a full-course meal. I'm so full." he keeps going, slowly receding into that dorky loverboy side of himself who lovingly helps you wash up.
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. . . Sub!Armin ver.
"Fuck my face, please. Fuck my face with your pussy. Wanna feel you c–cum on my tongue."
He's a whimpering, pathetic mess with skewed glasses and a blissed-out expression. Nothing puts him in this crazed horny state quite like being sat on by you.
Min thinks he's in heaven between your thighs. He inhales your scent and it makes his dick stand up straight in his tight, belted pants. He didn't bother to take off his tie or shirt; he laid there looking like a good academic boy.
"Thank you... thank you." he mumbles into your wet folds, slurping up and down your slit and kissing your pussy like you're a goddess he's worshipping.
"Ooh, you're such a fucking loser, Armin~ it's cute."
You roll your hips against his face, clutching his bangs tight. He can feel you tug his hair, it makes his cockbead leaky.
"I'm a l-loser for you." he whimpers. "Ride my face harder, please! I'll beg you!"
"Then beg me."
You press your pussy harder against him and he drowns in it. His veiny pale hands cling to your thighs like they're his lifeline.
"Mmmf~ ride my face please ride my fucking face. It tastes so good d-don't get off. J-j–just use me, use my mouth."
"So cute..."
He cums in his pants when you ride his face harder. A gooey load spurts into the fabric, you can smell it and taunt him. Your degrading words just turn him on more.
"Cum on my face! Pleaaase!" he's trying so hard to make you cum; rolling the tip of his tongue into your hole and fucking into it, lapping at your slit and gulping and gasping against your labia. Kissing your clit. Suckling it. Giving sweeping motions to it.
And his jaw and mouth are so tired but it's worth it when he feels your hips shudder on his face, and your pusssy dribbles cream out.
"Miiin~!"
"Did I do good? Am I a good boy?" he pants, looking up at you with baby blue eyes from below.
"Yeah... my good boy. You did so well..." you smile down at him and his heart flutters.
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woodle-isbae · 7 days
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Lazy day
Armin x Blk!Reader
Warnings : dry humping , not proofread , everyone is still fully clothed , sub armin? , smut
Enjoy 💕
A nice Saturday afternoon, just you and Armin , cuddled together on the couch as you guys watched TV , nothing to exciting
"I'm so bored baby.."He groaned , face hidden between your breasts and arms wrapped around your waist
"Mhmm.."you simply hummed , actually invested in the show playing .
After a while you felt him shifting on you ,but decided to ignorebit until he wouldn't stop
"Minnie..your distracting me baby"You said looking down to meet his needy eyes and his mouth slightly agape ,then it clicked
Oh this boy was dry humping you?
"m'Sorry..but I can't help myself" I said as he continued to brush his bulge against your inner thigh , burying his head in your breasts
"Min..look at me..please baby?" You lifted his head and looked him in the eyes as his breathing began to shake , his bulge finding your clothed slit and pressing against it
"I said I was bored..mm.."He whispered in your ear as he continued grinding on you , making sure to give you both pleasure
His pace quickening as moans and profanities filled the room , pulling eachother closer to get more friction as you sloppily kissed
"Shit..I'm gonna c-" you were cut off with Armin quickly kissing you , his moans filling your mouth as he humped you at a fast pace , he obviously was about to c☆m
After a few sloppy but hard thrusts you both came , all while clothed. He slumped down onto you , trying to catch his breath
"Round two in the bedroom?" He cocked his head up at you
"Bet." Smiling as you giggled at him
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woodle_isbae ♡
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