#armin arlert imagine

[minx-scribbles]

LISTEN I NEED MORE OF FREAKY NERD ARMIN PLSS

part one | part two pairing: nerd!Armin x nb!reader

at school one day, you go to his desk that he usually sits in at third period, but he isn't there. so you get a little curious and look through his big piles of papers and heavy books

you find one journal not like the rest. it has many different penciled doodles and it's smaller, hand-held.

you flip to a random page and what you read surprises you...

you never knew Armin Arlert had such a potty mouth :0

it was intriguing to say the least. every detail seemed to be thought of so carefully

the way he described you made you're whole body heat up in anticipation... was your dream coming true?

you've liked Armin since you guys were kids, but he never gave off the vibes that he liked you... maybe he was just that respectful

your thoughts would be interrupted by Armin gasping behind you, with the reddest face you've ever seen

you'd tease him yes, but you would ask if he actually liked you...

he would finally have the guts to ask you out on a real date, since you've basically have seen what his thoughts have consisted of

he'd take you out to the local farmer's market, buy you some flowers, and walk around with you at the local park, watching the fireflies flicker and listening to the trickling stream

at some point, you guys would decide to go back to his place, and he would make the best dinner ever. Literally this man is a chef on the low

sitting down in his apartment and eating the meal he made for you, drinking a bottle of red wine (that's his parents lol), and listening to your guy's favorite songs...

after cleaning up together, you decide that this man proved himself to be a gentleman, so you make the first move and kiss him right there in the kitchen

the kiss is soft and genuine. after pulling away, you guys look at each other, the twinkle in his eyes were so comforting

he kisses you this time. he is slow, but it seems to be calculating. he doesn't want to overstep any of your boundaries (and mostly just trying to savor every moment he has with you)

you would bring your hands up to his soft hair, running your fingers through the thick mop

Armin loves his hair being played with, maybe a bit too much because he get's excited and the sweet little kisses you guys shared turned into a heated make out sesh

your adventurous hands continued to make their way around his upper torso

you'd feel his arms, his chest and his neck... everything was so soft that you could keep touching him forever

his hands would get the courage to roam your body too. he would start with your waist, then getting riskier by bringing them down to your ass

Armin is very vocal, he will let you know what he likes and also tell you what crosses his limit

so this man will definitely whimper, whine, moan, and groan to his little heart desires

you start kissing his neck and feeling the vibrations from his whimpers fuels your fire and you leave little hickeys - little enough that you could barely see them

Armin leads you to his room, wanting more privacy for you. he takes you to his bed and he asks you again if this is what you really want

you reassure him, but he still seems to be unsure. so you smile at him and continue where you left off in the kitchen

leaning over him so that he is the one laying on the bed with your legs on both sides of his torso, you take his hands and put them back where they belong, on your hips

he doesn't move them from this spot for a good 2 minutes while you guys are making out and getting hot and bothered. but he gets excited, you could feel it, and he starts to knead at your ass with his digits

this makes you moan and it drives him mad, flipping you guys over so than he has the upper hand

he kisses your mouth, chin, neck, chest, going over your nipples with open mouthed kisses, and continuing to go down until he stops at your navel, looking at you again with questioning eyes you nod and help him take off your lower garments, excitement buzzing through your muscles

Armin's brain is moving a million miles per second, trying to remember how his fantasies played out. but he throws it all away and he focuses on you

he makes his spot between your legs, giving you eye contact the whole time because he wants to see every beautiful expression you make, especially the fucked-out one

he doesn't start slow with giving you head, hell no, this man goes in full swing. he wants to taste every bit of you

you grip onto his hair in shock, gasping at how fast he could move his long tongue

you could feel your legs start to shake after a few minutes of ecstasy, but Armin's arms lock over your thighs, keeping them down and out of his way

you continue to tug at his hair and moan out his name, and he is loving every second of it. he was too tight in his slacks at this point without missing a beat, he takes off his pants

you notice but you were enjoying the feeling of his tongue on you that you couldn't get any words out

right before you could feel yourself reach your climax, you don't feel the heat of his face anymore but the cold air

you open your eyes and you see Armin on top of you, with both hands on both sides of your face and without his pants, what a sight to see, and his face glistening with your slick and his saliva. you could've came at the sight

Armin notices you staring at him and he gives you a half smile with a blush dusting his pretty face

Armin wasn't the biggest that you've been with, but man was it the prettiest and the perfect size. it was light with a pinkish blush on the tip and a little precum - it made you want to give it a quick kiss and a kitten lick

and you did, and the response from Armin was exactly what you wanted. His arms shake and he lets out a broken moan

but he stops you from continuing, "I can't hold it in much longer, let me be in you, please" he begs

you don't deny him his pleasure and lean back down to where you were originally, letting him take the lead again

the suspense intensifies as Armin catches his breath and gives you a long, passionate kiss.

While you are distracted, Armin slowly presses himself into you. There was minimal pain, from the saliva and slick preparing you

Once he is balls deep, he lets out a breath he didn't know he was holding, and so do you

you guys sit there a while so your body can adjust and the pleasure creeps up from your toes to your chest and you squirm below him, "please move" you moan into his ear, resting your hands on his shoulders

he doesn't hesitate, taking his hips back and thrusting himself back into you, the both of you moaning simultaneously he stays at his steady pace, enjoying every ounce of pleasure that you are giving him

"god, you feel so good baby"

but it doesn't last long, you start to get antsy and you nibble on his ear and meeting his thrusts, showing him you are ready for more

Armin takes the hint and starts to hit the right spot, making your eyes roll into your skull and letting out an airy sigh

the speed of his hips surprise you as you hold onto his broad shoulders, nail indentations will definitely paint his skin in the morning

the both of you are very close to your climaxes as you can hear both of your breaths start to hitch in your throats and you can feel his thrusts start to get sloppy - but they never stop hitting your sweet spot

he holds his climax in until he sees you make a mess on him, your body convulsing and twitches under him while you moan out his name over and over again

once he feels you stop trembling, you feel Armin pull out and let himself spill all over your stomach with a loud groan, his pupils blown out

you guys lay next to each other for a while, catching your breath before he goes to grab a towel and some of his clothes for you

"lets do that again" Armin says with a giggle while he cleans you up

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[arminsbf]

My Own Summer

pairing: bsf!armin arlert x m!reader

summary: staying at armin's lake house over the summer has been nice, but tonight, neither of you can sleep. maybe you can help each other out?

title: “my own summer (shove it)” by deftones

cw: smut 18+, oral (armin receiving), masturbation (reader), NO penetration, porn with a little bit of plot, no use of y/n, a lot of awkwardness, pining/yearning, reader is anxious/overthinks some things, armin has glasses, college au i guess, armin says he gets off to reader all the time

word count: 5.4k

a/n: finally done… i procrastinated a lot working on this 😭 was supposed to be done last week but. here we are. this is my first fic i’ve ever written so give me some grace… i’m terrified to post this!!!!!

tags: @shepnicolo

You can’t sleep. You squirm on the couch, unable to get comfortable. It’s too hot under the blanket. Makes sense, it’s the middle of summer. It's also too cold without them… because the AC is blasting. The moonlight shines in from the skylight and irritates you further. You press your face into your pillow, trying to hide from your awareness, but now it’s too dark. It messes with your vestibular system, for some reason, and now you’re all dizzy. You sit up.

This living room is nice. The gibbous moon helps you to see, as you squint your eyes to look out the patio door. You can kind of see the lake from here. But it’s hard to make it out in the darkness. Really, this whole house is nice. Armin’s grandparents must be rich rich. But this couch isn’t really made for sleeping on.

The beds weren’t, either. Clearly, Armin’s grandparents don’t spend any of their time here. The beds were usable — twin-sized mattresses and rickety wood frames. But, you doubt either of you could even fit on those beds if you lied straight. And on top, there were those faded quilts that must’ve been a century old. Usable. But not quite fit for the sweltering heat.

So, you and Armin opted for the sectional couch in the living room. It’s big enough to fit the both of you — one on each side — and the pillows from the bedroom and the few blankets from the linen closet worked well enough. The big skylight is pretty, you can see all the stars in the sky, and the patio is nice. The fabric of the couch doesn’t complement sunburn, though.

Armin knows this better than you do. Forgetting to put sunscreen on his face just once got him this stupid sunburn. It’s not debilitating, and the aloe vera helped. But the rough texture of the couch against his face, when he moves just a bit too low on his pillow, reminds him that sunscreen is very important. Besides, he can hear you shifting around, and it’s not putting him at ease. He at least wants you to be able to sleep. He sits up and sees that you’ve already done the same.

“Can’t sleep?” He asks, and you jump, startled. You hadn’t heard him at all. “Yeah. Sorry, did I wake you up?” You reply, and try to make eye contact in the darkness. You can see him pretty clearly, and he’s definitely looking at your face — but he’s also definitely not making eye contact with you. You look to his left and you think you can see his glasses on the end table. Of course, why would he be wearing them to bed?

“No, no, it’s fine.” You watch him try to rub his face, and then he flinches. “Sunburn.” He points at his face as if you didn’t already know. He shakes his head. “I’m tired,” he breathes. “Me too,” you nod, laughing to yourself at his dysfunctional state. You yawn, and stretch, but immediately regret moving your arms away from your body. The AC is definitely too high. You shiver slightly. “It’s cold as hell,” you mumble, and he looks around, searching for the thermostat. He struggles to see much of anything in the darkness. Been nearsighted his whole life.

“It’s fine, Min, don’t worry about it. It’s better than outside.” You say, after watching him look around the room for a few moments. He turns back to you and smiles gently, but you can see the goosebumps on his skin. He’s shirtless, wearing a pair of sweatpants. You’re wearing about the opposite, an old sleep shirt and cotton boxers. “Sorry that I can’t turn it down some, Grandpa set it up before we came. He said that it was really finicky and told me not to mess with it at all.” He mumbles, shifting slightly. “I’m sure that we could just turn it down, but… he seemed pretty serious about it.” He adds. You barely register what he’s said, staring at his bare skin and the way his chest rises and falls subtly as he breathes.

You’re glad he’s not wearing his glasses. You look back into his eyes and it doesn’t seem like he noticed your staring. God, he looks so good — his hair is messy from sleep, and his blue eyes reflect the moonlight like diamonds. You watch him shiver, and then he shifts again. He seems nervous. “It’s okay, not your fault. I wouldn’t wanna do anything if he said not to.” You respond, a bit late. He nods. You’re not sure if he’s really paying attention to what you’ve said either.

Armin thinks back to a night a few months ago, after one of Connie’s parties. You had told Armin that you didn’t feel like being by yourself, and he offered to let you stay the night. Originally, you were going to sleep on the couch, but after a few restless hours, you wordlessly crawled into Armin’s bed. He was going to ask what you were doing — not that he minded at all, (secretly, he was a mess, you were curled up against him in his bed!) — but you really did look tired. Like you needed the sleep. Like you couldn’t sleep without him. So, he didn’t say anything. Just a few minutes later, he could hear your breathing evening out.

He’s sure that now, the situation would be similar. That if you lie with him, you would be able to sleep. And, it’s cold. He could help keep you warm. That’s all there is to it. He has no other reasons to want to lie with you. He convinces himself of this, that he only wants to sleep with you in his arms because you might appreciate it. That’s all it is. Definitely not because he wants to feel you, your breathing, your heartbeat. Hear your blinking and the quiet noises you make in your sleep. Run his fingers along your arms, your back, your legs. He definitely doesn’t want to do any of that.

“Well, um… I could lie with you, if you wanted. Just because it’s cold — and I know that…” A pause. “…know that you have trouble sleeping by yourself sometimes.” He suggests, and your stomach fills with butterflies. You can’t really read him. He sounds nervous. But, he’s clearly thinking something, and you have no idea what.

He isn’t nervous that you’re going to say no. He knows that you’ll agree with him — he isn’t worried about getting rejected. He’s just worried you’ll get the wrong idea. You’ll think it’s because he wants to get close to you, wants to hold you, wants to kiss your skin and tell you that he loves you. The wrong idea. He’s only offering because he knows it’ll help you sleep. Right?

“I — yeah. Yeah, that would be great. Thanks.” You murmur a reply, failing miserably to hide your embarrassment. Of course, you want it. That would be the most amazing thing in the world. You just can’t believe he asked. And he was so normal about it, too. Sure, he seemed a little nervous, but he asked about it like it was no big deal. Your face warms just thinking about it — about lying with him, feeling his warmth. Maybe he would run his fingers through your hair.

Or, maybe you’re making it a bigger deal than it actually is. Maybe he just means that he’ll lie next to you and that you’ll face opposite directions. You pray that he doesn’t mean that. You hope he means he’ll hold you close, as close as he can. That he’ll keep you warm and kiss your hair.

He stands and walks towards your section of the couch. You sit there awkwardly, not sure what to do. He lies down, his head now on your pillow. He looks up at you expectantly. You notice how good he looks, his blonde hair splayed out across the pillow like that. Looking up at you with those pretty blue eyes and pouty lips. You blink, trying to refocus.

You realize that you two do not fit on this couch at all. It’s already a bit cramped for one person to sleep, and Armin completely takes up the whole section. You shift, unsure of what to do. You could lie on him, but… that’s probably not what he means. You stare at his chest — a lot more obvious than you think you are — and wonder if you should do it.

He parts his lips to speak, but you make up your mind, and he closes his mouth again. You rest your head on his chest, your arm across his torso. You sling one of your legs over his hips, now mostly lying on top of him. You feel his breath hitch, but he doesn’t say anything. He squirms slightly to get more comfortable, then pulls you a bit closer. It’s now that you understand how much trouble you’re in.

He smells so nice. Like cedar and vanilla. Like he’s been out in the sun. Your stomach flips, thinking about how his bed and his clothes smell like him too. You want to sleep in his bed with him when you get back. Okay, wow. You’re getting ahead of yourself. But he does have his hand on your lower back, and you’re pretty sure you’re going to flatline right now. His skin is so warm, and you can hear his heartbeat — slow and steady. It’s putting you to sleep. You never want to leave here.

But, you will yourself to stay awake. Yeah, you wanna sleep… but there’s no way you could waste this opportunity by falling asleep and having to get up and forget about it in the morning. He has freckles all across his arms and chest, all over his skin. You trace your fingertips over them without even thinking about it. He’s so pretty, and you want to memorize everything about his body. He shivers under your touch and you pull away, realizing what you’re doing. “Sorry,” you mumble, hiding your face in his skin, knowing that he must be looking at you.

“No, it’s — it’s fine,” he breathes. He sounds a lot less confident than he means to. You can feel his breathing speed up, but he keeps his hand on your back. His fingers tighten and grip your shirt slightly. Like he doesn’t want you to leave. Armin stares at the ceiling. He keeps himself from looking at you. Even though he’s the one who suggested this, he knows he might do something he regrets if he looks down at you — sees your head on his chest, your pretty hands, your long legs, beautiful eyes… He shouldn’t look.

The silence stretches on. Armin is almost completely still, like he’s scared to move — scared to disturb you. You squirm on top of him, suddenly wanting to be closer. You’re embarrassed about it, you’re already so close to him, you literally have your head on his chest… and yet, you want to be closer. You feel a familiar warmth in your stomach and you want to run, and scream, you want to go home and get away from this man that has completely captured you.

You shut your eyes tight and try to ignore it. You try to push away the thoughts filling your head, about what he could do to you, how you could make him sound. You think of his hands and his mouth, and his cock, and now you’re really embarrassed — you’re sure he can feel your heartbeat and your breathing pick up, how your face warms… how your thighs shift slightly. He must know.

Unbeknownst to you, Armin has barely noticed your state. He’s too busy thinking about how you feel against him, the warmth of your skin, and the fidgety touch of your hands. He’s trying to ignore his thoughts, too, thoughts about kissing you and making you feel good. He moves his hand, rubbing your back soothingly. He can feel that you’re still awake, and he just wants you to be comfortable and be able to sleep. He hears you whimper quietly and he finally turns his attention back to you, looking away from the ceiling and towards your face.

He says your name softly, seeing your small squirming and labored breath. “You alright?” He asks in a low voice, not wanting to be too loud. He is genuinely concerned, worried that you might be uncomfortable. You sit up, your hand on his chest. You’re basically sitting on his thigh. You part your lips to speak, but you don’t say anything. He blinks up at you, seeing your flushed face and blown pupils.

Even in the low light, you watch his face start to turn red. His eyes trail down your body, slowly, as if trying to make sure he’s not seeing anything. He notices your body language, how your hips shift ever so slightly, and he really can’t believe what he’s seeing. You’re turned on? Why? Did he do something? But, really, he can’t imagine you being turned on by him for any reason. Not even because he has low self-esteem or something, just that… it’s you. He knows you aren’t straight, but, there’s no way that he’s your type.

He thinks this until you look at him with fuck-me eyes, and he starts to reconsider. Seeing you looking at him like that, his self-control flies out the window. You two stay like this for a moment. You sit there, far too nervous to make a move or say anything — you’re already mortified that Armin is seeing you like this.

Until he places a hand on your waist. He reaches up with his right hand and cradles your face in his palm. He says your name again, in a way you’ve never heard him say before. So tender, so sweet, like you’re something to be worshipped. Your stomach flips when he starts to pull you closer — pull you down to him. “C’mere,” he murmurs, pulling your face even closer to his own. You close your eyes at the same time as him and he presses his lips to yours.

You must be dreaming. This can’t be real. Armin is actually kissing you. Your neck hurts slightly from leaning over like this, so you move off from on top of him. You lie on your side, your back against the back of the couch, and he turns onto his side as well. He keeps kissing you, and he moves the hand that was on your face into your hair. You wrap your arms around his neck and he sighs against you, running his tongue over your bottom lip. 

You start to open your mouth, wanting more, wanting all of him. But, he suddenly freezes, pulling away. He keeps his hands where they are. His breathing is fast as he stares at you, and you pout, wondering what happened. Did you do something? Were you reading this all wrong? Does he not want you? Is he mad? Your mind spirals as he continues to stare at you, and now you feel sick.

“I — I’m sorry,” he finally says, and he has this look of guilt on his face that makes you want to cry. “I don’t know why I…” He trails off, looking back at your lips again, then quickly back to your eyes. He parts his lips to speak again, and you don’t want to hear it anymore — him apologizing for kissing you. You’ve been wanting this ever since you met him, and he’s apologizing. You might have to kill him.

You kiss him again before he can say anything else. He seems to forget his guilt because he pulls you closer, his leg slotting between yours. You don’t even think about it — grinding your hips lightly against his thigh. You harden embarrassingly fast, and hope he doesn’t notice. You gasp softly from the small, muted pleasure, and he takes the opportunity, sliding his tongue into your mouth. You reciprocate, and move one hand up his neck into his hair, tugging slightly. He moans. You pull away to breathe for a moment, and you’ve never been more mad to be out of breath. “Armin,” you whisper, and he nods, his eyes glazed over. “Mhm,” he responds, pulling you back in.

You can feel him, semi-hard in those stupid gray sweatpants that have been driving you crazy since you got here. You keep kissing him, unhooking an arm from around his neck. You reach down, palming him through his sweatpants. He groans, and you feel him harden under your touch. His hips jerk slightly as you run your fingers up and down the outline of his dick against his thigh. He’s fully hard now and his grip on your waist is almost painful.

Reluctantly, you pull away from the kiss. You dip your head down and press your lips against the warm skin of his neck. He shivers, hand cradling the back of your head. You press open-mouth kisses along the column of his throat, sucking lightly, but careful not to leave any marks. You move lower, to his collarbones, along his shoulder.

He says your name softly, pulling his leg out from between yours. He reaches for the waistband of your boxers — he felt your grinding earlier and knows you’re just as hard as he is. He hooks his fingers under the elastic, but you grab his wrist, lifting your head to look at him.

He looks at you, unsure of what's happening. He doesn’t know what to say — can’t tell how you’re feeling. He doesn’t want to say the wrong thing. You, on the other hand, know exactly how you feel, but you struggle to find any words to describe the way you want him.

“I — I wanna suck you off,” you eventually blurt out, giving up on trying to find some more graceful way to say it. Of course, you want him to touch you, but now isn’t the time. You need to make him feel good. It’s all you’ve ever dreamed about since you first saw him. It’s not about you. And, you hope that after this, there’ll be plenty more opportunities for him to help you. Just not now.

“Okay,” he laughs, but you can still hear the same heat in his voice. You untangle your limbs from each other, and he sits up, waiting to see what you want to do. You get up from the couch, kneeling on the floor in front of him. He sits back, his legs spread wide enough for you to have enough room. You reach up to try to tug at his sweatpants, but he stops you. “Wait,” he says, looking like he just remembered something.

He stands from the couch, practically stepping over you. He walks back over to the other section of the couch where he had been previously sleeping — and grabs his glasses from the end table. He walks back over, quickly resituating himself. He puts his glasses back on and looks down at you, motioning for you to continue. “Sorry. Wanna see you,” he says lowly, with a soft smile.

You smile back, meekly, and tug on his sweatpants again. You hook your fingers under the elastic, along with his boxers, and pull them down, letting them pool at his ankles. His cock springs free, hitting his stomach. You’re so ardent that you almost feel sick — you’ve been waiting so long to finally have Armin like this. And he’s here, now, tanned from the sun and hair messy from sleep, his skin bare for you. He’s hard for you.

You spit into your hand, and reach up, wrapping your fingers around him and pumping him lightly — feeling the slight thrum of his pulse under your palm. You smooth your thumb over his reddened tip, smearing a sticky bead of his pre over his slit. He hisses, limbs tightening and then relaxing slightly. You scoot forward a bit, moving your hand up and down loosely. He sighs quietly, his fingers twitching at his sides.

You press your lips tentatively to his tip, making your way down with feather-light kisses. He says your name, almost whiney, looking down at you with half-lidded eyes. He doesn’t say anything more, but from the way you can feel him pulsing in your hand, you understand that he’s impatient.

You kitten-lick at the tip before pulling your hand away, running your tongue along the bottom of his shaft, feeling the vein there. He groans softly, his hand coming to cup your cheek. “C’mon,” he says gently. And you thought you were the impatient one.

You bring your hand back, wrapping your fingers around the base. No way you’re fitting all of him. You finally wrap your lips around his tip, sucking lightly, before relaxing your throat, moving down further. He gasps quietly, and you can feel him resist the urge to buck his hips into your mouth.

You reach about as far as you can go without gagging and embarrassing yourself, so you work the rest of him with your hand. You pull your head back up slowly, swirling your tongue around his length. He groans, moving his hand to the top of your head. He slides his fingers into your hair gently, massaging your scalp lightly.

You continue this, bobbing your head up and down, and he whines, his head slumping back against the couch. His hips jerk slightly and he pushes himself further into your mouth. You force down the gag that builds in the back of your throat. “Sorry, I — fuck,” he gasps, his fingers tightening in your hair slightly. He’s sure you’re trying to suck the life out of him. “You look so good.” He breathes, another moan falling from his lips. “Feels amazing,” he adds, looking down at you with bleary eyes.

You keep going, hollowing your cheeks, determined to make him feel even better. God, he makes the prettiest noises. With another moan from Armin, louder than you thought he would be, his hips thrust up into your mouth. He hits the back of your throat and you gag around him. His fingers comb through your hair as if trying to soothe you. Despite the burn in your lungs, you don’t stop.

You grow increasingly distracted by your own problem — that you’re still just as hard as he is, leaking and staining your boxers. You can feel your pre-cum against your thigh, sticky and uncomfortable. Reluctantly, you lift your head, pulling off him. You keep using your hand, slick from your saliva. You try to catch your breath, and he tries to catch his. He has a small pout on his face, probably disheartened that you stopped. 

You pull yourself through the fly in your boxers, not the most comfortable — but you don’t really feel like getting up and taking them off. You spit into your hand like you did for Armin earlier, and you stroke yourself at about the same speed as you do him. You feel relief almost instantly, biting your lip at the respite. Feels a lot better than sitting there shifting your thighs. Your eyes flutter shut and you rest your head against his thigh, your breathing finally slowing.

“You okay?” He asks gently, running his fingers through your hair. He sounds just as winded as you. “Mhm,” you nod, kissing up his shaft again. You sit back up, resuming your ministrations with your mouth — and you swear he’s harder than before, if it’s even possible.

You keep your gaze locked on his eyes, but you notice he isn’t making eye contact with you. He stares between your legs — watching as you touch yourself — and you squirm. This is so embarrassing. He moans again, and he sounds like heaven. He must notice your embarrassment.

“You know, I — I’ve wanted you since Eren introduced us,” he breathes, head tilting back. “Well, maybe I shouldn’t say this, but—” his hips jerk again and he moans, interrupting himself. His fingers tighten more in your hair, and it hurts a little, but you don’t mind. You know he can’t help it. “Fuck… I’ve been… getting off to you — all the… all the time, I — do you… do you too? Have you been?” He gasps, and he looks like he regrets saying anything. You’re embarrassed to admit it, but of course you have. You’re sure you do it more than he does. Kind of humiliating, even thinking about yourself doing that. How desperate have you gotten?

Even so, he just admitted that he does it too, and you never thought you’d even get to be here. Giving Armin a blowjob.

Well — not really. You have thought about it. Probably too many times, touching yourself in the dead of night, thinking about your best friend and all the things you could do to him. All the things he could do to you. Moaning his name into your pillow just to see him the next day and act like nothing happened.

You whimper around him, having no other way to truly communicate. The sound sends vibrations up and down his shaft and he whines. He looks into your eyes, his gaze so tender you feel like crying. You try your best to smile up at him, and nod a little, even with your mouth occupied. You swear he whimpers as he stares down at you, cupping your face with one hand and keeping the other in your hair. “Yeah?” He asks, eyebrows pinching together, just as embarrassed as you are.

He laughs to himself, his muscles tensing. “Glad to know it’s not just me,” he laughs, his voice strained. You watch his stomach tighten, his thighs closing slightly. He hiccups out a moan, tugging on your hair. “Wait,” he gasps, as you run your tongue up the side of his length. “I’m—“ He cuts himself off with a groan, his head hitting the back of the couch with a quiet thump. “Wait, wait,” he moans, with a mumble of your name.

He must be close. You watch him shut his eyes tight as he continues to pull on your hair, probably without even realizing it. You try to relax your throat as much as possible, hoping to bring him closer to the edge. You speed up your own hand — making sure that you’re just as close as he is. It’s a lot, and your hips jerk away from the stimulation. It’s too much, you can barely make yourself keep up the pace, but you have to. There’s no way he finishes before you.

His jaw clenches and then goes slack, his mouth hanging open slightly. He’s quiet now, his body so tense that it looks painful. He moans, just once, and he gasps your name, and you swear you see his back arch ever so slightly as he comes without much warning. You swallow harshly on instinct, and, while it’s not a lot, you assumed it would be a few more minutes.

Nothing against him, he looks absolutely amazing above you — chest heaving and face somehow even redder than his sunburn. His hair is a bit mussed up, but, maybe it’s always been like that. And his glasses are slightly crooked.

But, so much for finishing before him.

You pull off of him with a quiet pop, and you bring your now free hand to rest on his thigh. You continue to chase your own high, and you bite your lip, not wanting to make any embarrassing sounds now that he’s done. You rest your cheek against his other thigh like you had before, whining quietly, your hips bucking into your hand. Armin’s still out of it, his eyes shut. You don’t think you’ve ever seen anything better than this — your best friend, all fucked out. Because of you.

With a few last touches, you finally reach your own peak, after what felt like hours. You feel electricity shoot through you as you, thankfully, release into the palm of your hand. If you had stained the rug it might’ve been the death of you. You moan from the overwhelming pleasure, all of it much faster than you’re used to. Usually, you take as much time as you need with this — in the comfort of your own bed in the middle of the night. Alone. And, now, here you are, having made yourself come, in maybe 5 minutes, on your knees, in front of your best friend. Not the most familiar.

You take some time to catch your breath, eventually sitting back up and quickly pulling yourself back into your boxers. You stay there awkwardly with your hand all soiled, wondering what’s next. He opens his eyes, coming down from his high. He looks down at you and smiles. “Wow. Oh my god,” he laughs, still panting. You nod, laughing with him. You get up, feeling a bit of an ache in your legs from having stayed in the same position for so long. “Um… let me…” You mumble, embarrassed, gesturing to your messy hand. He nods, getting what you mean.

You quickly head to the bathroom, washing your hands thoroughly to get rid of any evidence of your encounter. You look at yourself in the mirror. Your hair is all a mess from Armin pulling and running his fingers through it. Your face is still flushed, lips a little swollen. You splash some cold water on your face, hoping to get a grip, because you’re not sure what happens next.

Are things gonna be weird? Maybe he’ll have some post-nut clarity and never want to talk to you again. Maybe he was straight this whole time and will think you’re weird for wanting to do it. Maybe he’ll tell everyone about how bad you are at giving head.

Or, maybe not. You’re overthinking this. Armin’s not like that. Maybe he’ll say he likes you just as much as you like him. Hopefully, you’ll get together and finally get to be with the man you’ve been so in love with. You’re pretty sure things will be normal.

You head back to the living room, feeling cold again now that he’s not with you. You had forgotten about the AC. You regret splashing cold water on your face. But, you’re pretty sure it’s really because Armin was so warm and now you’re not with him. Yes, it’s cold, but it’s not that cold. You walk a little quicker to get back to him. This house is too big.

You get back, seeing him sprawled out on your side of the couch. He’s pulled his boxers and sweatpants back on, and he’s taken his glasses off. He opens his eyes at the sound of your footsteps and sees you standing there awkwardly. He smiles, gesturing for you to come closer.

You walk up to him, unsure what to do.

“C’mere, lie down.” He urges quietly, sounding tired. You smile back and climb over him, lying your head on his chest like you’d done before. You melt into him — he’s so warm. So comfortable. He scratches your back gently, and you sigh contentedly, pressing a gentle kiss to his neck.

You know you should talk. Figure out what all this means. Are you still friends… or something more? And figure out if he actually likes you, because you were always convinced he was straight.

But, he wraps an arm around your waist and pulls you closer. You realize how tired you are, limbs exhausted from swimming all day, every day, since you got here. And you’ve been getting mediocre sleep, just enough to feel like enough. And, well, you just came a few minutes ago. So did Armin. He’s just as tired as you are.

So you won’t talk about it right now. You can talk in the morning when you’re both well-rested and in your right mind. But, for now, you can let your eyes flutter shut, let your muscles relax, and let yourself sink into Armin’s embrace. Just before you fall asleep, you’re sure that you’ll get to have many more nights with Armin like this.

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[shawtuzi]

my one dream in this life is to be called mommy by armin arlert ugh <333 but anyways thank y’all sm for 800 followers so here’s a lil sum w pervert!armin

cw include: afab reader (black coded), dom!reader, sub!armin, light masturbation on armin’s part, dirty talk, oral both receiving, spitting (one time), mommy kink, slight overstim, creampie, some fluff at the end and i think that’s about it///wc: 2.8k

“Min? I’m home!” you called out shutting the door behind you. You set your keys on the hook Armin bought specifically for you to keep you from losing your keys anymore than you already have (what would u do without him <3). “Huh his cars here but it’s so quiet…” you mumbled to yourself kicking off your shoes on the walk to your room.

The house was spotless as usual but there was no sign of Armin and you knew for a fact he was home due to the lavender candles that were lit on the counter. Living with Armin Arlert you picked up a few things about him and one of the major things was having lit candles with no one in the house, something he constantly scolded you for but dropped it once he saw your pouting face insisting that mistakes happen.

You figured he was in his room and decided to leave him be exhausted from the mall trip you took with your friends. You were expecting to see your bed neatly made along with your pajamas neatly folded on top of it, but what you got was much much better. There was Armin lying in your bed jerking off with something pressed against his nose, small whimpers and whines escaping his lips. What made it even better was poor baby didn’t even notice you were in the room too consumed in his own pleasure.

“Oh Armin” you giggled immediately catching his attention, his blue eyes widening in horror at the sight of you. “Y/N! W-what are y-you doing here? I-I thought you were gonna be out till five” he cried feeling his eyes sting with tears. It was already embarrassing enough you caught him in the act, but what made it even worse was your outfit was doing no favors in the situation. The outfit was simple; a jean skirt with a white tank top. What caught his attention was the fact that you were braless your nipples hard from the coolness of your apartment.

“Sasha had to run unexpectedly so we called it a day. Is this what you do when I’m not home?” you questioned setting your shopping bags down, never once taking your eyes off him. Armin quickly pulled up his sweats keeping your panties in an iron grip hoping you wouldn’t notice, “I-I’m so sorry I didn’t mean to its just- fuck I had a dream about you and you were gone I just thought-”

“It’s okay Min.”

He looked at you in disbelief, the tears he was holding in finally spilling out. “W-what? No I- no it’s not okay Y/N I’m sorry. I’ll leave if you want I swear-” but he was shushed by you once again. You sat down next to him on the bed, setting a manicured hand on his shaking knee. “You said you had a dream about me, yeah?” you asked, giving his knee a gentle squeeze. Armin whimpered at the contact jerking his knee at your soft touch. “Yes…I did” he whispered his words barely audible. A gentle smile made its way onto your face at the confession. You had him right where you wanted him.

Of course you could be an airhead every now again but one thing you weren’t oblivious to was Armin’s crush on you. The way he got red in his cheeks every time you brought a guy over or the way he stumbled over his words whenever he talked to you, looking at you like you were his most prized possession. It was adorable honestly. Armin was such a sweet gentle boy it made you want to jump his bones every time you saw him, but you needed a confession. You needed something to tell you he wanted you just as much as you wanted him; and here was that something.

“What was your dream about hm? You can tell me anything Min.” Your gentle tone had him feeling a little less on edge which is exactly what you wanted- no needed. “You promise you won’t l-laugh at me or anything?” he pouted, running his thumb along the soft material of your panties as a way to calm his rapid heartbeat. You eyed the garment in his hand deciding to ignore it for his sake although you wanted nothing more than to shove them into his mouth while you sucked him off, his pathetic moans and whines getting lost into the fabric. “I promise, go ahead Min I’m listening.”

Armin let out a shaky breath before speaking, “well I had a dream I woke up and you were in my room…” You nodded your head urging him to continue, “and you were in my bed.” Armin’s cheeks were now a dark shade of pink and he hadn’t even gotten to the worst part, but with your comforting gaze and the gentle squeezes on his knee it was enough to keep him talking. “Y-you were in my bed and touching my um- my thing over the covers” his words came out quiet and rushed but you heard every word. Deciding to tease him a little you hummed, raising an eyebrow, “I’m sorry I didn’t catch that I was touching your what? Use your words Minny don’t be shy it’s me” you cooed bringing your hand up to his thigh rubbing small circles with your thumb.

“My dick! Y-you were touching my dick and begging me to touch you so-so I did! ‘N you loved it and we fell asleep together b-but then I woke up for real and it was all a dream!” he cried, bowing his head in shame. By now the dam in his eyes had broken salty streams of tears flowing down his rosy cheeks “m’sorry Y/N I really am I just like you so so much…never wanted you to see me like this.” Armin expected you to slap him or at least yell at him but instead you were as calm as ever wiping away the stray tears on his cheeks. “Oh Min it’s okay c’mere” you whispered, pulling him into you for a hug purposely making sure to shove his face into your chest.

Armin being the weak man he was shamelessly nuzzled his face into your breasts inhaling your sweet perfume. “You should’ve told me love I could’ve helped you with your problem” you spoke quietly scratching his scalp lightly. The action had Armin whimpering his cock now achingly hard once again. “Please-please help me Y/N it hurts so much” he whimpered, bucking his hips forward into nothing. You couldn’t deny him, no not when he asked so sweetly so you complied bringing your hand down to squeeze his dick softly through his sweets. “C’mon Min take your pants off I’ll help you” that was all he needed to hear before he was shedding his clothes.

“You’re so handsome Armin” you grinned, trailing a manicured finger down his toned chest stopping just above where you needed him. It never failed to shock you how fit Armin was. He never seemed the type to be jacked but here he was with a toned chest and a six pack to go with it. “You’re so damn cute” you purred, taking his cock into your hand running your thumb over the dribbling tip, “got a pretty dick too.” Armin let out a pathetic moan feeling your soft hand touch him, his cock twitching at your praise. “You gonna let me suck you off? Fuck you? You wanna eat my pussy Minny?” you grinned now using both hands to jerk him off, the lewd schlicking sound echoing throughout your quiet room.

“Y-yes Y/N pleaseee” he moaned softly gripping onto the bed sheets until his knuckles turned white. Embarrassing enough it took Armin little to no time to cum. Once he felt your plush lips suckle at his tip he was a goner, shooting load after load of his cum into your mouth. “Shit I’m sorry Y/N I-I didn’t mean to-” Armin was cut off by you gripping his jaw in your hand squishing his cheeks together. “Open” was all you said, loosening your grip on his jaw. Armin obeyed slowly parting his pink lips and the poor baby just couldn’t help but slightly stick his tongue out wanting to please you as much as he could. You sat on his stomach before letting the mixture of your saliva and his cum slowly drop onto his awaiting tongue, “go ahead Min swallow it.” Armin swallowed shakily trying to savor the taste as much as he could. “Now open up lemme see…”

Armin opened his mouth once more showing you he swallowed everything. You hummed in content brushing a stray of blonde hair out of his flushed face, “such a good boy and don’t worry about cumming fast I’m sure you have some more for me yeah?” you giggled reaching behind you to softly squeeze his balls. He groaned, his eyes fluttering shut for just a moment before opening them again, “mhm I’m so full Y/N…just w’nna breed you” he pouted, bucking his hips up into your hand.

“Don’t worry love I’m gonna milk you dry I promise.”

After a couple minutes of you stroking Armin’s cock while whispering dirty promises in his ear he couldn’t help but let his mind wander to your pussy. It was probably so soft and wet, begging for him to pump it full of his cum. “Y/N?” he whispered, bringing his baby blue eyes to yours. He didn’t have to say much honestly, the not so subtle tugging on your skirt was enough of an answer for you. Without saying a word you lifted your skirt, tugged your panties to the side and sat on Armin’s face. Armin wasted no time lapping and sucking at your pussy like a man starved shameless moans escaping his throat and traveling straight to your pussy. “Oh Min!” you cried pressing your weight more onto his face.

You decided to treat him even more and pulled up your tank top exposing your tits. You grabbed his shaking hands off of your thighs and brought them to your breasts, whining when you felt his thumbs roll over your nipples. “You taste so good mommy” he moaned, giving your clit little kitten licks. Your eyebrows raised hearing the name he called you and lifted your pussy off his face much to his dismay (he kept his hands on ur tits though ofc). “What did you call me?” you asked, wiping some of your arousal off his chin with your thumb. “I…I called you mommy” he mumbled, keeping his eyes locked on your dripping pussy instead of looking at you. “Mommy huh? I never took you for the kinda guy Min so naughty” you giggled patting his cheek softly. “Now get back to eating my pussy mommy was just about to cum.”

Soon you were cumming all over Armin’s tongue coating his lips and chin in your essence. “O-okay Minny that’s enough” you whimpered, removing yourself from his face. You let out a huff before removing all of your clothes when you noticed a sticky substance on the back of your skirt, “Min did you?” Armin sheepishly nodded, biting softly onto his lip. “Wow I’ve never been with a boy whose came from eating pussy” you giggled, finding your place back on his stomach. “You ready for me baby?” you cooed stroking his cheek softly with your thumb. “Yes Y/N- ow!” he whined, feeling his cheek sting from the slap you just gave him. “That’s not my name Armin.” He looked at you with pleading eyes before letting out a soft:

“Yes mommy.”

Truly you’d never thought you’d be into the whole ‘mommy’ thing but hearing it come from Armin’s sweet lips made you feel ravenous. He looked so damn adorable. His lips were put into a kissable pout and his cheeks were tinted pink, the right side a shade darker from the slap you gave him.  “Good boy” you smiled, taking his cock into your hand, giving it a few pumps before lining him at your entrance. “Oh my-” he gasped, throwing his head back when he felt his tip enter you. This shit was nothing compared to his pockpussy, it was so much softer and warmer than he could’ve ever imagined.  Without warning you slammed down on his cock the two of you moaning in perfect unison.

You started out slow grinding on him at a tortuous pace but it was all worth it to hear him moaning like a bitch in heat. “M-mommy I don’t know if I’m gonna last long I might h-have to pull out” he cried digging his nails into your plush thighs. “It’s okay baby you can cum in me mommy loves a creampie” you giggled beginning to lift yourself up and down. Armin tried to meet your movements but failed miserably, his thrusts becoming sloppier by the minute. You huffed stopping your movements and were met with multiple whines begging you to continue, “w-why did you stop I was so close” he whimpered weakly thrusting into you. “I know baby I know but you gotta let mommy do the work. Let me take care of you” you whispered, pressing a kiss to his trembling lips.

To make sure Armin kept still you reached behind you planting both your hands firmly on his thighs before bouncing on his dick again. “Shit Armin” you moaned, throwing your head back giving Armin a mouth watering view of your breasts. He licked his lips hungrily deciding to test the waters. In a blink Armin sat up so you were now nestled in his lap the new angle making his tip brush against your cervix in a way that had you shivering. He latched onto one of your nipples while using all the strength to bounce you on his cock.

“Nngh fuck” Armin groaned slamming you down one last time before filling you up making sure you got every single drop he had to offer. “S-so much fuck Min” you whimpered feeling his cock continue to twitch in you until there was nothing left. Armin was so so tired ready to tap out but you had other plans pushing him right back down on his back. “C’mon let’s go again” you smiled wickedly slowly moving up and down his achingly sensitive dick. “Mommy I don’t think I can anymore m’so sensitive it hurts” he groaned tears brimming his eyes for the umpteenth time.

Frankly you’d had enough of his whining so you took it upon yourself to grab the pair of panties he still had beside him and shoved them into his mouth. “Make me cum and I might give you a break” you huffed, planting your hands on his hard chest. Desperate you please you Armin complied wrapping his arms around your back and fucking into you with everything he had, his balls slapping against your ass making the most heavly sounds. “Kith me” you heard Armin whine looking at you with pleading eyes. You removed the panties from his mouth giving him the nastiest wettest kiss he’s ever gotten.

Armin didn’t even care that his dick was painfully sensitive; all that was on his mind was making you cream all over his cock. “Are you close mommy?” he asked breathily, feeling his orgasm approaching. “Yes baby I’m there cum with me Minny stuff mommy full again” you cried digging your nails into his biceps. In seconds the two of you came together shaking in each other's arms. You attempted to sit up but were pulled back into Armin’s strong arms feeling him nuzzle his face into your neck, “can we stay like this a minute? You’re so warm don’t wanna pull out yet” he whispered, pressing soft kisses to your neck. “Of course baby we can stay like this as long as you need” you giggled running your fingers through his damp hair.

Eventually Armin did let you go and of course as soon as you lifted yourself off of his cock he was between your thighs licking and slurping the cum that dripped out of your pussy. Now the two of you were showered (him taking it with you ofc clinging to your body the entire time) and laying in your bed cuddling with each other and your numerous plushies. “I was thinking tomorrow you could go shopping with me for new lingerie sets? I need new ones for my OnlyFans and you know I just might need a camera boy” you snickered kissing his cheek. “Of course! I heard there’s a new Sanrio store that opened at the mall…maybe we could go” he chuckled a faint blush painting his cheeks. “That sounds like so much fun you’re so sweet Min” you beamed bombarding his face with wet kisses.

The sweet act had Armin’s cock twitching and it didn’t go unnoticed by you either. “Well look at that looks like you’re ready for more huh baby?” you smiled, squeezing his cock softly over his sweats. “Yes mommy” he mumbled about to remove his glasses but you stopped him, “keep ‘em on, you look so cute with them on.”

“Now let’s see if you can last long enough for mommy to show you some tricks she can do with her tongue.”

<3

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[hangeslefteye]

ARMİN ARLERT TWEETS

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[kaminokatieemoved]

Pathetic!Armin Arlert

Armin Arlert is just pathetic for you.

Everything you do has him on his knees. His every reaction is all for you.

The way you smile at him has his knees weaken beneath him. Armin has to hold onto something just to keep himself upright. The perfume you spray yourself with in a morning, just for him, intoxicating his nostrils as you walk passed.

You always get the upper hand on him in training. Straddling his waist with that big cocky grin on your face. He could take you: if he wasn't so pathetic for you.

You'd sneak out at night to have some personal time alone. It had Armin's heart racing. You could get into so much trouble for doing this, and yet you were doing it for him.

Armin would attempt to protest as you'd drag him into a broom closet, but once your lips attached to his own his complaints stopped and his compliance started. You'd lock the broom closet as you kissed, the clicking of the lock making Armin's face heat up as he knew just what you were thinking. His eyes would snap open, widening as your hands began to run across his body, caressing every inch of him.

You were quick to take his cock out of his trousers, giving it a few experimental pumps and feeling it stiffen in your hand. Armin would let out a little whine, desperate for more. He'd buck his hips against your hand. You'd just chuckle at his eagerness, not giving him a second as you’d sink to your knees and envelope his cock into your mouth.

Armin would fall to pieces as soon as his cock pushed past your lips. His hands flying to your hair in a futile attempt to stop you from going too far. You never learned. You loved to gag on his length. As your spit would dribble down your chin, Armin thought you looked like an angel. The way your hair framed your face, the way you hallowed your cheeks around him and the way tears peppered your lower lash line as you gagged around him - these were all the things Armin loved so much about you.

You’d suck him until he was close to orgasm, pulling your lips away from his cock as a strangled cry left Armin’s lips. He wanted more. More of you. You knew this and immediately lifted up your nightdress, baring your ass to him, shaking it teasingly. Armin reached out to handle your cheeks, hands grasping desperately at the plush flesh of your ass. Spreading them apart and staring at both of your holes, Armin couldn’t help but drool at the sight.

He bent down to lick at your asshole forcing you to clench lightly before relaxing as he began tasting you. He licked a long stripe down from your asshole to your clit, flicking his tongue around the sensitive bud teasingly. He had only ever done this with you, but by Gods was he an expert at it.

He slowly inserted a finger inside of your cunt, stretching it deliciously and watching with awe as you spread your legs wider for him. You would always take him so well; whether it be his finger or his cock. He pumped his finger in and out of you a few times before inserting a second one. You writhed beneath him, bucking your hips back and forth - essentially riding his fingers.

“‘Min,” you whined out lewdly. “Want your cock ‘Min.”

Armin felt his heartbeat flutter at your use of his pet name. You were the only one to call him ‘Min and he couldn’t deny he loved it. Licking his lips, Armin withdrew his fingers from you and pushed you lightly against the wall of the broom closet, lining his cock up with your entrance.

You never gave him a chance to push in. You slowly pushed yourself back, sinking onto him inch by inch. It was painful, but it felt so good. You moaned wantonly at the sensation of him stretching you good and proper. These moments were rare, but you cherished them.

You slowly began to bounce yourself up and down on his cock, not giving the blonde a second to adjust to the sensation. His hands found your hips, helping you bounce along his length with ease, the slick between your legs growing by the second.

Filthy noises echoed in the broom closet and you knew someone would hear them if they passed the closet. You had to make this quick, and your hips were moving as fast as they could (with Armins help of course). You cried out as you reached your own peak, seeing stars as your movements slowed down, liquid gushing from your hole. You blushed with embarrassment, but quickly regained your confidence once Armin let out a loud moan, fingertips digging into your hips desperately.

“More,” he cried out, his own hips moving against yours. He was pounding into you now, his balls tightening with pleasure as his own orgasm neared. “Y/N, please!”

You moved your hips a few more times before Armin was spilling his seed deep inside your cunt, guttural moans leaving his chest as he did. You whimpered as you felt him shoot inside of you, your grasp on the wall in front of you tightening, nails dragging down the stone. “Oh Gods Armin, that was amazing,” you panted.

Armin pulled out of you, his cock softening quickly as he tucked himself back into his pants: a blush spread across his face. No matter how many times you had quickies in the broom closet, or long, love-making sessions in the barracks, Armin was still embarrassed. Something you loved about him.

Armin Arlert is just pathetic for you. And everything you did.

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[stinkysam]

Armin Arlert - Before you go

Warning : none

Genre : fluff

Synopsis : "they have a mission coming up so they try to spend as much time together as possible until then." - Anon

Reader : gender neutral (you/yours)

It was your idea to spend time together. Not that Armin didn't want to spend time with you. He just thought he'd have to stay alone or be with Mikasa and Eren.

He's a bit surprised at first when you ask him to spend your remaining free time together.

"Are you sure ?" He asks, eyes growing wide as he looks around as if to make sure you're talking to him. He slightly eases up when you nod, reaffirming yourself.

Armin is shy at first. He doesn't know what you're planning or what this means. So he asked Eren and Mikasa for some help.

Mikasa didn't have the time to say anything, Eren was already yelling his answers.

"Armin, this means you're gonna smooch !" He said, imitating two persons kissing as he hugged himself, making kissing sounds.

Mikasa closed her mouth and gave a discreet nod. Thinking nothing less.

"Eh ?! Stop it ! I'm serious." Armin yelled, embarrassed. As if Eren and Mikasa weren't serious too.

So when he went to you to hang out, he had even less idea of what it could mean. What is just platonic ? What if he was wrong ? What if you expected him to make the first move ? What if he was wrong, again ?!

Your proximity doesn't fall on blind eyes. He notes really quickly how close you are being with him. Maybe Eren and Mikasa were right and it was a romantic hang-out. Knowing this now allows him to act accordingly and know what to expect.

He grows more confident as the minutes pass. He's with you after all, he knows you. You're not a stranger. He's still a bit shy though.

He'd ask you if you're ready for the upcoming mission and if you're not too stressed. Because he is.

Whether you feel stressed too or not, it will reassure him a bit to know how you feel about it.

You naturally became physically closer when chilling in the barrack, both sitting on your bed, knees touching as his rested on top of yours while sitting cross-legged.

You both ended up laying down next to one another, cuddling up as you fell asleep.

That's when you shared your first kiss. You were both slowly waking up, still groggy from sleep, nose to nose as you stared into one another's eyes.

His face was a deep shade of red after the kiss. You barely pulled away, noses still touching, still staring.

"Can I kiss you again ?" You ask, feeling like you didn't have enough of his lips.

"Yes." He says with a nod and immediately your lips capture his again.

This time it's more than a peck on the lips, it's more intense, longer. Making him sigh in pleasure. Both your eyes are sparkling with joy and love.

You spend the rest of the afternoon cuddling and kissing as you caress his arm gently.

"I don't wanna go." You say against him, closing your eyes once more, relaxed.

"...Me neither." He whispers back, scared something could happen to you during your next mission.

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[ohimsummer]

— nerdy! armin x meangirl! reader, suggestive, explicit language

Armin feels like he wants to kill you. That adorable little blonde boy? The one always willing to tutor struggling students and can’t hold eye contact with a pretty face to save his life? He wants to strangle you and wipe that stupid smirk off your face.

It’s the way you torture him so. The way you’re the one in his personal bubble, but Armin feels like he’s invading YOUR space. Always hunting him down and mocking him with that sly grin, tormenting him as you lean in his face and mock him in some stupid, patronizing baby voice; Armin’s frozen in that menacing stare of yours with no clue what to do other than stand there and let you relish in his discomfort. Even after you leave, he can’t escape you. The lingering smell of your sweet perfume won’t allow it. It’s like a fucking game of cat-and-mouse, only the cat is playing with its food; she traps the mouse between her claws over and over again, only to release it and recapture it every time.

Armin refused to break. Regardless of what you did, he wouldn’t let you get to him. You were really pushing his buttons today, especially with this little stunt you pulled of inviting yourself over to his dorm for a ‘tutoring session’. ‘What?’ you scoffed at Armin as he squinted down at you. ‘I thought you tutored people?’ The question is sharp on your tongue, stabbing him in the chest and just coated in malice. ‘You scared to tutor me, Armie? Don’t tell me you think I’m a lost cause, babe.’ You flutter those sweet, darling eyelashes, and he’s done for. Your bottom lip pokes out in a pout and you lean your head against his shoulder; arms entangle around his own, clutching his bicep and pressing against him as you flash those enticing puppy-dog eyes up at him. Armin can’t possibly turn you down.

‘Fine.’ He relented. He broke. So it truly was his own fault this was happening to him.

‘Armie~e?’ You whine at him, another mindless roll of your hips ruins his train of thought and sends his mind into a frenzy. ‘This subject is a bit confusing. Explain it again, baby?’

Armin doesn’t answer. He couldn’t answer. He was breaking apart at the seams, on the verge of losing his fucking mind. The pressure against his cock is maddening; he desired nothing more than grabbing hold of your hips and rutting against your clothed pussy until he was a pathetic mess beneath you. He felt the wetness of your cunt soaking through your panties, and can even see the stain on the crotch of his pants as it mixes with his precum. How could you be so nonchalant about the whole thing? The sensation had to be driving you insane, too, he was sure of it.

You huff at his lack of response and give a hard swirl of your pelvis.’Hey, lover boy! You’re supposed to be helping me, come on, now!’ How you thought he was supposed to focus with what you were doing to him, Armin would never know. You turn your book to face him, a manicured digit slamming down on blurry words. ‘This, you big dummy! Pay attention, would ya?’

He nods, hands slithering up your knees and hesitating on your thighs. Armin strokes the soft, barren skin between his fingers before pinching, leaving small, darkened marks behind and driving the cutest squeal from your lips. He gives you a small grin in response to the unamused glare you cast down at him. Sure, it wasn’t strangling you to shut you up, but it had the same effect nonetheless.

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[gatoru]

with love, armin || armin arlert x reader

cw: reader is overwhelmed with school and work, bad feeling and bad talk about themself, talks of studying and pressure in general, crying, hurt/comfort, soft armin, gender neutral! reader.

author's note: this was a request! i hope you like it, friend. first time writing for armin, so i'd appreciate any feedback. reblogs are highly welcome.

wc: 1k

Armin gives you a sympathetic look, and you can’t bring yourself to hate it. 

You’re tired – you can’t quite remember when it started, perhaps along with your classes, but it doesn’t matter. It doesn’t change how you feel overwhelmed towards any of this. 

A sigh escapes from your lips, one you’ve been holding in for quite some time now. Your brain feels fuzzy with the information before you, the subject you were studying for starting to lose sense. The blond places his pale hand on top of your textbook, and your eyes finally leave the page – finally. 

“Are you alright?” He asks, voice barely above a whisper and as polite as ever. There’s something in his tone that says I’m here, but I don’t want to overstep. 

You and Armin are high school sweethearts. He first caught your eye during History class – he always seemed to be a natural when it came to such topic. You fell for how his eyes shined whenever he spoke about the subject, or how talkative he seemed during presentations. After getting partnered up for a final project together, you only grew closer. And the rest, well, it’s history – quite literally.

It all seems like a lifetime ago, however. College feels like a whole different world, one you feel alien in. With work on top of classes, shifts upon assignments, you barely had time to do anything: midterms were rapidly approaching, you had to make time for a dentist’s appointment, and cover a shift for one of your coworker’s. 

Armin noticed it too: how you seemed tired, with a coffee in hand constantly. 

“Yeah.” You reply, sulkily. The back of your eyes were burning, your stomach was growling from hunger, and you had so much to do. “No. Uh, I don’t know.”

Armin simply nods, seeming to know exactly what you mean. His blue eyes are soft, kind, exactly like the rest of him. This is the reason you’ve always loved study sessions with him – he’s understanding. Your boyfriend puts the book away – despite your weak protests.

“Sweetheart, I think it’s enough for today.”

He puts his stuff away – pens, a large notebook and a laptop – as you mirror him, and Armin seems to notice how your body language looks different. Defeated, almost. You’re not facing him, but he’s absolutely sure you’re on the verge of crying. 

“Hey…” He calls for you, gently. Armin gets up from his seat, now facing you. There are dark circles around your eyes, ones that didn’t seem as dark the last time you saw each other – a few days ago. “Sweetheart?”

The floodgates opened before you acknowledged his plea. Tears stream down your face, fat and warm. The small bit of mascara you had on creates a dark mess underneath your eyes. You cry – no, sob – as Armin places his large hands on your shaky shoulders.

“I don’t get it. I didn’t think it’d be this hard.” Your confession breaks his heart: your voice is small, broken – and you seem to remember you’re in an (almost empty) library. “I.. I don’t think I can do this. I don’t think college is for me. Maybe I should quit.”

“You’re not doing that.” He says, not in an authoritarian way, but in a helpful one. “You’re not doing that.”

He repeats the words, a bit closer to you now – his lips touch your hairline, soft and sweet. Armin places small kisses on your hair, arms wrapping around you and bringing you closer to his chest. His embrace is inviting, comforting. After all, Armin is your only piece of home at this place. Well, Eren too – but it doesn’t count. 

“I know it’s hard-”

“No, you don’t.”

He ignores your rebellious act towards him – the stab doesn’t reach his heart. As a matter of fact, the sharp blade of your words don’t affect him at all. 

“I’m not struggling the way you are, I know that. But I know you’re not gonna fail. I’ve seen you do it a thousand times before.”

You blink the tears away, but they get stuck on your lower lash line. 

“Do what?”

“You always bounce back, you always find a way to do it. You can handle things life throws at you.”

The smile on your lips don’t seem to reach your eyes. 

“Even then… if you can’t handle things, I’m always here to do it for you.”

Armin’s angelic face is soft and inviting, bringing you comfort by the sheer look on his eyes. 

“Armin…” You mumble his name, softly. 

His thumbs gently brush your neck. Your lover’s voice is calm, slowly but surely bringing you back from your doubts. You can feel your breathing coming back to its normal pace. 

His smooth palms find yours, fingers dancing against your skin. Armin has a pianist type of hand, with elegant digits. Yours are a little clammy from being so nervous, a bit rough from all the working. Still, his touch can only mean one thing. 

I love you. 

“Tell you what. Let’s grab something to eat on the way to your dorm. My treat, you can get whatever you like” He suggests. “We can try studying again later, maybe tomorrow."

Smiling, you nod – too tired to think, but trusting his decision. 

-

When you open your notebook the following day, looking for your notes, you find something you weren’t expecting. 

There’s a pastel blue post it, with Armin’s smooth handwriting in it and a golden star sticker glued on the corner. 

You can do this. I believe in you. You’re brilliant and worth it. I have your back, for anything that you need.

With love, your Armin. 

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[ambassadorarlert]

nsfw content. 18+. minors do not interact.

you really hoped no one saw the mistake you made. you would literally die if anyone you knew in person found out about your onlyfans. how you managed to tweet the direct link to your account on your main instead of your personal nsfw account. but you were quick enough to catch your mistake and fix it. deleting the link before anybody could see.

however, armin was just a little bit faster than you.

he didn't have time to stare at hisphone with his mouth open in disbelief. armin had never clicked on anything so fast. he had an account made and debit card linked within seconds. he obviously didn't put his real name, or his real picture. as grateful as he was that the stars aligned just right for him, he wanted to be anonymous.

your monthly subscription was insultingly low for someone as beautiful and breathtaking as you. armin supposed that was part of your marketing ploy; cheap enough for it to be affordable, but just enough to gain some kind of profit. there was no way armin could put a price on you. but, unlimited videos of you touching yourself, audio clips of masturbation instructions, pictures of places he had only dreamed about, all for $5.99. he had to admit, that was quite a steal.

armin learned your upload schedule and knew it off the back of his hand. he was amazed at how you had time to make content every day. his favorite day of the week was wednesday, as that was a day you designated for videos of you playing with yourself. he’d come home from work and, sometimes, from hanging out with his friends with you included. you hadn’t suspected a thing. you were armin’s dirty little secret.

his blood reached a boiling temperature when he came home one day to find a five minute video of you being railed from behind, ass cheeks jiggling from the force of the man slamming himself inside you. armin didn’t have a problem with you having other relationships, the problem was whose bedsheets you were on top of. he recognized the tattoo on the back of the wrist; roman numerals of his mothers birth year — it was eren.

he was enraged. not at you, of course. never. at eren. could armin not have one thing for himself? why did eren have to worm his way into everything? the more armin watched, the worse he felt, the more he critiqued eren and the way he fucks you. it was boring. uninteresting. he could click on any video on pornhub and get the same vibe. typical of eren to be so unoriginal and unromantic. the video had ended and armin sat in his chair, no longer erect, and closed his laptop screen with a sharp snap.

“whatever.” armin sucked his teeth.

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[imagineanime2022]

S/O Like Dazai

Armin Arlert X Reader, Jean Kirstein X Reader, Levi Ackerman X Reader

Requested: Anon

Request: Hello, i have some idea again, i want to request headcanons Armin, Jean and Levi from Attack on titan with Female Survey Corps(in Levi's S/O case she is squad leader) S/O who have personality and skill like Dazai from Bungou stray dogs?

Warning: Suicidal readers though it's not really framed that way or focused on too much

Armin Arlert

🌊 You ended up saving Armin from a bunch of bullies before the walls fell, that was how you became friends with him. 🌊 You were literally too smart for your own good, on the day that the wall fell you warned him that something bad was going to happen. Armin couldn’t find you in the chaos and worried until he saw you at the training camp when it started. 🌊 You were top of the class at everything, even Annie couldn’t beat you in a hand to hand fight mostly because you never stopped running your mouth. 🌊 Armin would run a plan by you to see how you’d disrupt it and account for those possibilities as well. 🌊 He admired the fact that you weren’t afraid to die, he wished that he didn’t feel that fear and the first time that you were all sent out everyone watched in fascination as you took down titan after titan. 🌊 You were the one who told him about Eren being a titan shifter and even manipulated Eren into using it the first time to protect all of you. 🌊 Figured out who the titan shifters were before everyone else but didn’t say a word until someone asked you. 🌊 Played bait far too often for Armin’s little heart. 🌊 Never told anyone about your plans, Armin constantly playing catch up and screaming at people not to do something when figuring out what you were doing just in time. 🌊 You were both risk-takers for very different reasons and 90% of the time Armin was talking you out of something stupid. 🌊 Armin made sure to tell you how important you were to him and how much he needed you hoping that would make sure you came back to him. 🌊 While everyone else left Levi to make the choice about who should be given the spinal fluid, you talked him into the decision you wanted. 🌊 He came to you for advice as weird as that sounds.  🌊 Armin sought out physical affection after long days or intense life events and while you weren’t very good at it when you first started you figured out what he needed and provided it because you loved him as much as he loved you.

Jean Kirstein

🐴 Jean met you at the training camp and he hated you at first because you could talk rings around him and you were physically capable too. 🐴 He also thought that you were seriously weird because you were trying to die every day, he had once suggested just getting eaten by a titan which you dismissed as messy and painful. 🐴 Literally has no idea how you’re that physically gifted when you spend all day doing nothing, also doesn’t understand how you’ve gotten away with that for so long. 🐴 Gets angry with you when you give him actual advice because it’s always sound and he ends up following it anyway. 🐴 You don’t sleep very well and that was the first time that you both had an actual conversation, things changed after he found out about the friend that sacrificed themself so you could escape the titan attack. 🐴 It took a while for him to get used to you asking him about different methods of death and it often resulted in him flicking your nose or ear as punishment. 🐴 You worked well with him when you were on the field. He was smarter than he looked but once he saw how smart you were he trusted you to make a plan to get him out of a situation. 🐴 You were the one to save him when he lost his ODM gear “why’d you save me?” “wouldn’t you like to know?”  🐴 Stuck to you like glue after that, he realised that you weren’t so bad and actually worried about your mental state. 🐴 When you started dating, he learned more about you personally but he still didn’t know exactly where you came from or what happened to your family since you never seemed to talk about them. 🐴 He was always apologising for you especially when you talked to Levi or Erwin. 🐴 Laughed any time that you interacted with anyone else in their regiment because they were horrified by everything that you said. 🐴 Jean was quite an observant human when he wanted to be so he was the one to keep an eye on you when no one else was, which he didn’t mind too much considering the antics that you got up to were quite entertaining. 🐴 Jean is more physical than most which meant that he was the one the initiated most things, pulling you into cuddles or holding your hand where you would allow it. 🐴 Jean would never disagree that you were annoying but he loved you for everything that you were, he only wished that you valued your life a little more than you did.

Levi Ackerman

☕ You met Levi in the underground, you both adapted very differently but unlike others you knew that there was something worth watching in him. ☕ You gave him food that you could spare and got into fights to protect him, that is until his mother died and his  uncle found him, that was the last time that you talked to him when he was young. ☕ The next time that you’d see him was in military training, both of you competing to be top of the class and moving on to the scouts. ☕ Now before you started dating your inability to stay out of trouble was of no consequence to him, he just found it absolutely unbelievable that no matter what you lived through every mission, despite the fact that you were trying to die. ☕ When you finally started dating it was because of Hange, who absolutely abused your want to die in order to get her test subjects. ☕ Levi moved you to his team the moment that he became a commander so that he could keep an eye on you. ☕ Didn’t miss a beat when you asked “what do you think dying by Titan would be like.” “Painful.” ☕ You both barely slept so that was where you had most of your more serious conversations and thought-up plans when it became increasingly dangerous to trust the higher-ups. ☕ People soon found out that you were just as good at killing humans as you were at killing titans especially when it came to protecting people that you cared about. ☕ Levi wasn’t a very affectionate person so you were the one that initiated most things and by initiate I mean fall onto him and hope he doesn’t push you off. ☕ You always share a horse with Levi because you get lost or lose your horse every time you are left on your own. ☕ Levi was always keeping a watchful eye on you making sure that you were safe because you never did that for yourself. ☕ Literally hated it when you start a sentence with ‘do you think.’ ☕ Levi loved you a lot but you never ceased to give him a heart attack every time that you weren’t with him, he gave specific instructions to anyone that was working with you and checked on you any time that he could.

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[biggest-stupidhead]

Hi there! I saw your requests were open, and I thought I'd hop in here :) I read your Levi imagine where he delivers the reader's baby and was wondering if you'd do something like that with Armin but where he and his s/o are totally alone with no help whatsoever. Boi is smart enough though that he could undoubtedly handle it for the sake of his s/o and child! Dad!Armin makes me so soft I can't even <3

AN: Aww I've been obsessed w Armin lately! Thanks for waiting so patiently for this one anon hope you enjoy!

Word Count: 1.7K

Warnings: pretty graphic birth (afterbirth, blood, contractions, umbilical cord) crying, some angst overall but followed by fluff! lmk if i missed anything! :)

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You trusted Armin with your life, with your baby's life. But this wasn’t your plan, you were in your tiny apartment in Marley. You had known that your baby was coming soon, days maybe weeks. But that morning you woke up to searing pain in your stomach. Your scream had woken Armin up as well, his hands were on your face, eyes wild and awake. Your uneven breaths were disturbing Armin’s already messy hair. 

“(Y/n) what’s wrong honey?” Armin’s voice was scratchy with sleep and panic. 

“I don’t know.” You groaned, your hands clutching your swollen stomach. Armin’s large hands covered yours over your stomach and you felt the baby kick definitely. 

“It hurts.” You hissed through your teeth and Armin threw the covers off of you. Sure enough, the mattress was soaked, tinged with pink. 

“You’re going into labor.” Armin blinked down at you, taking a moment to appreciate this small moment before the craziness of childbirth. 

“This sucks.” You groaned loudly as you rolled over, stars sparkled behind your closed eyelids. 

“I’ll go get Onyankaopn he’s had, kids. I’ll phone Levi and…” You groaned loudly, sweat beading at the edge of your hairline. 

“Don’t leave me please.” You sobbed, reaching blindly for his hand. Armin squeezing your sweaty hand, his own heart was pounding against his ribcage. The phone was just down the street, he could be back in ten minutes. You could die in ten minutes. He helped you sit up, and you clung to him desperately. 

“The tub, come on let’s get in there.” He helped you to your feet, and the two of you staggered to the bathroom, where Armin began to fill the tub. You waited on the cool tile floors, focusing on the sound of the water filling the tub. Armin was taking his shirt off, he rushed to the linen closet and came back seconds later with a mess of towels. He ran a cloth under the water and pressed it to your forehead, you sighed in relief, leaning into his touch. 

Another contraction ripped through you, and you groaned Armin dropped the rag and dragged you into the tub. The water lapped against your nightgown, the white fabric was tinged with your blood, turning the water pink. Armin returned the rag to your forehead, you could barely make out the words he was saying as his hand dipped between your legs. 

“You’re about this dilated.” He held up three fingers, and your head fell back against the edge of the tub. 

“We’ll time the contractions, I’ll monitor you and we’ll do this ourselves.” Armin’s words broke through your daze and you whimpered in relief. You couldn’t imagine doing this with anyone else, not Onyankapon certainly not your trusted captain. This was too personal, a moment you should share with Armin. 

“O-Okay” Your lip trembled, the emotions were running high, and Armin was gathering your hair into a loose ponytail. You tried to steady your breathing as the pain blooming in your stomach slowly grew to a crescendo. Armin was holding your hand as his free hand rubbed comforting circles on your baby bump. This went on for about an hour, slowly but surely the contractions came closer together. You were fully dilated by the end of the hour, Armin looked up at you like you were a goddess. 

“It’s time to push.” He said softly and you let out a guttural groan as you tighten your muscles. Armin climbed into the tub behind you, his hands on your legs, his heartbeat hammering against your back. The process was grueling, and by the thirty-minute mark, you were exhausted. Armin was whispering soft words of affirmation as you lowered your hands between your legs, you could feel the baby’s head. The water was darker now, blood and bodily fluids tainting the water. 

“One last push sweetheart you can do this.” Armin kissed your sweaty temple, and you gave one last big push, it felt like a great pressure was relieved. Like a cork being popped off of the champagne bottle. You fell back against Armin’s chest, shaky fingers grappling for purchase on your baby. You pulled the baby from the water and rested it against your chest, rubbing circles on the soft skin of their back. Armin scrambled for a towel, draping it over the two of you, he patted your baby’s back and there was a soft inhale before a scream echoed off the bathroom walls. The high-pitched wails of your newborn made your chest fall with relief, you relished the moment as the baby cried against your chest. 

“They’re beautiful.” Armin’s cheek was pressed against yours as the two of you admired the product of your love. 

“What will we call them?” You asked as their cries slowed to a soft whimper, they opened their eyes, blue like Armin’s of course. Armin reached around and grazed his finger down the bridge of your baby’s nose. 

“Good question.” Armin mused as your baby sniffled. Another contraction struck you and you groaned. 

“The afterbirth.” Armin gently slid from behind you, making sure to prop you up against the wall. He helped you pull the placenta out, reaching up on the counter of the sink for the pair of scissors. He cut the cord and you watched with rapt fascination. 

“It’s a boy.” Armin smiled up at you and you choked on a sob. 

“We have to-” Tears were clouding your eyes as you looked down at your son. 

“Have to what honey?” Armin asked warm hands on your forearms. 

“We have to name him after Eren.” Armin’s face dropped, his own eyes wet with unshed tears. 

“Not after what he did.” Armin shook his head, placing a hand over your son’s head. 

“Then what?” You were focused on your baby, his face was so round and sweet. 

“He looks more like a Marco to me.” Armin pointed to a single freckle on the side of your son’s face and you nodded. 

“Marco.” You cooed, bringing him to your lips to press a kiss to his soft head. Armin leaned in and kissed you softly on your lips. 

“You can call Captain Levi and the others now.” You whispered after a few moments, the water had long since gone cold. 

“Let me help you out.” ______

An hour later the sun was rising, the soft morning light shining into your apartment. You had changed and managed to nurse Marco before the first knock on your door came. It was Jean, he was holding a large bouquet of flowers, and Mikasa was behind him with her own bouncing baby in her arms. Armin welcomed them inside, and they flocked to you. Mikasa sat beside you on the couch and hugged you as best she could while holding her own baby. Jean kissed your head and sat on your opposite side. 

“Who would’ve thought you two numbskulls would have such a beautiful baby.” Jean thumbed the edge of the swaddle and you felt the tears brimming your eyes again. 

“Shut up Jean.” You laughed and his amber eyes sparkled with unshed tears. 

“What’s the rugrat’s name then?” 

“Marco.” You looked at him and Jean’s lips screwed tightly shut, brows knitting together. 

“Wow, Marco.” Jean’s hand shook as he cupped your son’s face. Mikasa leaned into you, trying to get a better look. 

“He’s perfect.” Her daughter, Sasha cooed stretching pudgy hands out for Armin, who gladly took her off his friend’s hands. 

“Isn’t he.” You agreed with her, before passing Marco off to Jean, who was still in awe. There was another knock Onyankapon let himself in, Gabi and Flaco carrying plates of pastries and tins of tea. The group spilled into the small space, and at the back was Levi, his cane holding up the brunt of his weight. 

“Well come in.” You said sarcastically as the kids put down the food and Onyankapon came to cup your cheeks. 

“You’re still glowing.” Onyankapon teased, patting your cheeks affectionately. Levi limped in, lingering back as Armin welcomed him in, offering him a seat in the armchair. Jean stood up and walked across the room, offering Marco to Levi who rolled his eyes before accepting your bundle of joy. 

“Great, another brat.” He pulled the blanket down to get a better view of Marco, who was now wide awake. Gabi and Flaco crowded around him, eyes wide and voices low. 

“Those eyes!” Gabi cooed. 

“Look at his cheeks.” Falco prodded his chubby cheeks and you smiled. Armin passed Sasha off to Onyankapon, who bounced her on his hip. 

“What’s his name?” Levi asked softly and Armin rested his hand on Falco’s shoulder. 

“Marco.” Levi nodded in response, he hadn’t known Marco, but he knew that he was a close friend. 

“I’m just glad you didn’t name him after Riener.” Levi scoffed and at that moment there was another knock. Pieck, Reiner, and Annie crowded inside, still wearing their uniforms. 

“Don’t tell me we’re late!” Pieck bounced over to you and kissed your cheek, her cinnamon perfume clouding your senses. 

“Right on time.” Armin took a basket of food from Riener who patted him on the back, leaning over Levi to examine your baby. Annie came to join you, hugging Mikasa and Jean after she had placed a kiss on the crown of your head. 

“Congratulations.” She whispered and you beamed up at her. 

“I’m glad you could make it.” You rubbed her arm affectionately as you watched Armin gently pass Marco off to Riener. 

“What’s his name?” Reiner asked as he cradled Marco’s head. Silence filled the room, and you frowned deeply, you hadn’t considered this. 

“Marco.” You said when Armin remained silent. Reiner tensed, but he looked happy, even though tears brimmed his eyes. Jean stood stiffly next to Mikasa and Onyankapon. 

“He’s beautiful.” Reiner sniffled, and the tension somewhat cleared, there was no way to turn back the clock. You could only change the future, Sasha was squealing excitedly as Gabi took her from Onyankapon, Reiner’s large hands held your baby and you knew that he would protect Marco with his life. All was not forgiven, but you couldn’t deny that you were happy to have your friends back, to have a shot at mending what was broken.

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[arminsbf]

im rlly loving armin today…..tell me somethings about him….

HI DAHLIA!!!! me too omg literally every day 💗💗💗

i don’t know if this makes any sense at all because i’m just yapping but here you go!!!

before you dated it was SO fucking obvious that you liked each other — it became a running joke in the friend group about how he was so clearly in love with you

and yet I think it would take a long time before you two actually got together!! you had to be the one to admit your feelings — because ever since he realized how he felt, he stood by NEVER telling you abt it js because he was so scared you would reject him

but… srsly… he loves you so much. he’s so much happier now that he has you and that he doesn’t have to hide it anymore!!

mf sleeps SO MUCH, especially in the summer because he’ll be out in the sun all day and come home exhausted

he loves to watch movies with you but trust half of time he will js pass out while cuddling w you!!

basically whenever he’s touching you he gets tired :( you’re js so warm n comfy… he just… 😴😴😴

but that shows how much he trusts you!!!!! you’re really one of the only people he can be vulnerable around — even w how close he is to eren and mikasa

if you have long hair, he’ll learn how to do a ponytail, and then a braid… with help from you and from youtube 😭 he thinks it looks cute on you n he likes that he did it himself :3

maybe he’ll learn a french braid if u like when he does it enough!

loves spending time with you even if you’re doing literally nothing. he enjoys js being in the same room as you even if you’re doing something else

STUDYING!!!! you know he is such a nerd… he really does spend a lot of his free time studying/doing his work. his favorite thing though is working while you’re in the room!! like I said he really js likes being around you… you don’t have to be interacting.

he just likes having you there, even if you’re just on your phone or smth! he likes hearing your breathing, and having something to look at. he feels like a weirdo because it’s not much different from being by himself — but he loves you so much and js wants to spend as much time with you as he can!!

I KNOW YOU SAID THIS BEFORE BUT HE LOVES FRUIT???? he is always eating fruit. if you like fruit too he will make you this https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZTLyJ1d5B/ and eat it with you

i mentioned this once but i’m so serious he ran track in high school. he ran the 400 and HATED it but all his friends did sports and he was like okay i guess i can do this…

absolute demon at beach volleyball

always hounds you abt sunscreen because he spends so much time at the beach. “no babe you’re gonna get skin cancer you need to put it on!!!!”

but he offers to do it for you so it’s not so bad :3

he is allergic to shellfish

another thing i’ve mentioned before is that I think he gets nightmares sometimes :( he might wake you up from squirming or making noise, but then you can be there for him!

he’s usually okay right after, it’s never anything too bad — mostly just falling dreams, or maybe being chased. still leaves him feeling anxious and overwhelmed, so he’ll hold you close. with you there to calm him down he can fall back asleep peacefully

hmm i think he likes to hold your hand n kiss your forehead n your nose during sex :3

he’s super clingy w you in private but he gets so embarrassed talking about it with his friends…

like of course he’s not embarrassed to talk about you and how amazing you are but he struggles to talk about how much YOU love HIM without wanting to run and hide

cook him anything and he’s instantly proposing. he loves eating food you make even if it’s not good!!!

ice cream dates!!! he likes ice cream anddd I think his favorite flavor is mint chocolate chip

there,,, a lot of random thoughts abt my bf armin i hope you enjoyed!! 💗💗💗💗

#I need to be eating a fruit salad with him now #it’s not funny #:((((( i want to sleep on the couch with him #asks #headcanons #arminsbf #armin arlert #armin arlert headcanons #aot headcanons #armin arlert imagine

[shawtuzi]

Thinking of pervert!armin rn….

-Pervert!Armin your oh so sweet roommate who keeps the apartment neat and tidy. Making sure to buy your favorite scented candles and oils(vanilla and lavender)  so when you first get home the aroma immediately calms you. You always asked time and time again how he knew the two scents were your ultimate favorite and his response was always a quick, “I just know you like the back of my hand.” You didn’t need to know he was constantly smelling your clothes and bed sheets wrapping himself in the intoxicating scent that was you. 

-Pervert!Armin who was nice enough to do your laundry! You always came home to your clothes neatly folded on your bed along with a clean room. You always thanked him with a hug and gracious smile, “you’re the best Minny!” you squealed, pressing a wet kiss to his blushing cheek. Of course you didn’t have to know in the process of washing your clothes he was also stealing them (mainly panties of course). While you would be out with your friends Pervert!Armin was backed up against the laundry room wall, pants down at his ankles with his cock in hand while his other hand was pressing your used panties against his nose.

-Pervert!Armin who took up baking just to see your cute little face light up at the smell of baked goods. “Mmm these cinnamon rolls are so good Min! What’s in them?” you smiled taking another bite of the sweet treat he prepared for you. “It’s my secret recipe” Pervert!Armin smiled, patting you on the head. You definitely didn’t need to know he maybe…kinda…possibly nutted in the icing. Don’t be mad at him he heard it helps people fall in love quicker and he just loves you so much.

-Pervert!Armin who presses his ear against your door every night to hear you using your rose toy, your high pitched moans and whines sounding like music to his ears. Pervert!Armin who jerks his dick to the sound of your moans biting back his own to make sure he didn’t get caught. God you sounded so pretty. He would give anything to have you underneath him making those beautiful noises. “Min! Min! Min!” you would cry cumming all over his sensitive cock. After you were finished using your toy Pervert!Armin would tiptoe back to his room replaying the audio he took on his phone until he fell asleep.

-Pervert!Armin who made a fake account to subscribe to your onlyfans nearly combusting when you told him about it in a drunken fit. “Hey Minny…wanna know a secret?” you asked leaning closer to him your breath smelling of Pink Whitney and cranberry juice. “S-sure” he mumbled gripping the couch cushion tightly at the feeling of your body pressing against his. You whipped out your phone and showed him your OF page and the many likes and subscribers you had, but as soon the conversation started it was over in an instant, your drunk mind finding interest in something else. Of course that night he made the fake account and jerked his cock to your nudes photos and videos until he was shooting blanks

Pervert!Armin who absolutely hates when you bring other guys home. You invited Eren Jaeger over to hangout and let’s just say he had never felt that kind of anger before in his life. Pervert!Armin who tells all these bad things about Eren as soon as he leaves some true and some not so true. “Wow I didn’t know he was that kind of guy thank you for telling me Min” you pouted wrapping your arms around his bringing him in for a bone crushing hug. Your breasts were smushing his face and it took every ounce of self control he had to not nuzzle his face in your chest, but he did make sure to breathe in extra heavy to smell your perfume

-Pervert!Armin whose prayers were finally answered when he awoke to you pawing at his cock over the blanket a needy pout on your face. “Need you Min…please?” you whined jutting your lip out even more making Pervert!Armin groan. You lifted up your night shirt exposing your entire body to him, nipples hardening from the cool air of his room. “Get over here.”

-Pervert!Armin who had you crying on his dick all night making sure you were a cross eyed drooling mess by the time he was done with you. “Pussy’s so fucking good better than I could have ever imagined. Jesus!” he moaned loudly when he felt you clench down impossibly hard on him. Pervert!Armin who came deep in your pussy one last time with a guttural groan, his cum seeping out dripping on the inside of your shaking thighs. “Hmm love you so much Y/N don’t ever leave me.”

-Pervert!Armin who woke up a sweating, panting mess with a raging boner underneath his sweats. “W-what? B-but she was just h-here” he whimpered clutching his bedsheets in his clammy hands. He peered under his blanket and saw a pretty decent sized wet patch staining his sweats “it was a d-dream?” He heard a soft knock on the door before you peeked in, a smile on your face. “Good morning Minny! I’m gonna go out with the girls. I'll be back in a couple hours” you beamed, blowing him a quick kiss before shutting the door once more leaving a whiny unbearably horny Armin.

-Pervert!Armin who stood up on shaky legs making his way to your room once he heard you leave. He opened the door and the first thing that caught his eye was your used panties on the ground practically begging for him to snatch them up. And he did of course, grabbing one of your used bras for extra measure. It was going to be a long day.

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[hangeslefteye]

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[animeniac-writings]

there's something about Armin Arlert that just makes me a little bit nymphomaniac. I want to tease, and torment, and eat him up. I want my hands all over him, I want to devour him.

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[chrollohearttags]

the baby trapper | armin artlert

armin wants to make sure you don’t ever leave him. Even if he has to resort to desperate measures

content + themes: porn w/ a little plot, toxic armin making his triumphant return, baby trapping (new to writing this so forgive me if it doesn’t sound right), slight yandere vibes (?) missionary, rough sex, daddy kink, breeding (dk what it is with this man and breeding 😫), unprotected sex, he’s so terrible but he’s so sexy

wc: 1.7K

📝: trying to get my steam back a little and I also couldn’t stop thinking about @levisbaldheadedwh0re and his five baby mamas 😭😭 I’d like to think this is how his ass got them.

── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ.─── ── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.

you’d told yourself no..you’d said it time and again that you were done. That this would be the very last time you’d see him..that he didn’t deserve you. All of which were false except the latter. Because somewhere in the back of your consciousness, you knew…you knew it’d always be this way. A tumultuous, repetitive cycle of breaking up and making up even harder. Telling him you hated his guts only got him to be in yours hours later; saying how sorry he was and you’d always forgive him without pause. But this time, he couldn’t be certain…the risk of you actually following through on your promise was far too great. You made it abundantly clear that if he didn’t get his shit together, you were breaking up with him. And to take things a step further, you were moving out of this city and leaving his ass behind entirely. The prospect of you moving onto bigger and better things..new job that paid amicably, an apartment on a nicer side of town than where you currently were and of course, a better man. You had every intention of doing so too. That was until…

“Keep fucking me!…just like that. Right there..”

“Right there, baby? That’s your spot, ain’t it?..squeezing me so fucking tight—“

until you made the rather ignorant choice to make one last visit to the toxic, selfish man known as Armin Artlert. Giving your final plea of sorts; hoping that he’d beg your forgiveness and vow to be a better boyfriend. Because although he wasn’t the best fit for you in the slightest, there was still some semblance of love there. A part of you cared so deeply and didn’t want to let him go. But the truth was, that was pure, unadulterated lust! The connection you felt for him was nothing more than an attachment to his sex..the way he fucked you was incomprobable. Hadn’t met a man who could make you feel the way he did physically. Despite causing you pain in every other area..regardless, you looked past it once he got you out of your clothes and on his mattress, practically breaking the bed frame trying to put you through it.

“Arminnn!….oh my gosh..”

coiling both your wrists and ankles into his grasp, he’d keep you in place, pounding into that core with consistent strokes. Each one going deeper and deeper..drumming out loud whimpers and arousal all the same. A sheath of your juices were leaking onto the sheets, along with staining his cock. He didn’t care..he desired more. Almost as if he were addicted to it. You were already overstimulated; afraid that you couldn’t take another orgasm. All of this came only after he had eaten your pussy to the point of tears. Yet, here he was..determined to get more than his fill. Those blonde locks plastered to his forehead due to the pouring sweat trickling down his body. He always got this way when he was inside of you. The only time he’d give you his all; completely devoted to ensuring that you received the ultimate pleasures. Trembling and shaking, (y/n) gazed into those icy colored eyes, each of which were teeming with lust for you as he finally faltered his speed a little. Those arms..each toned and laced with detailed tattoos stood at your side like that of pillars. “Yes, baby? Something on your mind?”

at the moment, it was completely blank. Your brain dumbed and fucked out by his unrelenting resolve. Not to prove he would treat you right but to ensure that you didn’t go elsewhere. That even if you decided to get in that car tomorrow, drive miles away and never look back, he’d be forever imprinted in your memory..

“I-I can’t..no more, baby. Please…oh my gosh.”

however, that wasn’t the only way that Armin was planning to leave his mark on you. Because little did you know, he had devised a plan to ensure that the two of you would be bound for a lifetime. Whether you wanted to do so or not..

“No more? Oh, sweetheart..I know you can give me so much more than that..” his voice mirroring that of a very nefarious villain. Even patting your cheek and sliding a thumb between your lips for a small semblance of comfort. You looked so cute and utterly pathetic. So much so the sight made him twitch whilst buried to your hilt. That swollen cock head pressing directly against the entrance of your womb. He hadn’t been entirely honest when he invited you over for what he called “one last talk.”..hell, he had no intentions at all of sitting down and discussing the state of your relationship, what he could do to resolve it or how to be a better man. His one and true objective was to get you pregnant! He wanted you to be with his child, so that no matter where you strayed, you’d be reminded of him. He’d constantly tell you how he wanted you to have his baby and that you’d look so pretty carrying it. But you couldn’t in good faith raise a child with someone as irresponsible as Armin! His employment was constantly fleeting, he lacked all the skills required to care for another human being and you didn’t want that risk. But you truly had no choice..no choice but to lie there and take every inch of him as your beautiful brown eyes rolled to the back of your skull. As that appendage left an imprint in the pit of your belly, kissing the inner corner of that cervix. Your legs flailing midair and your toes curling to the max. He wanted to keep you like this forever..admire and treasure his most precious possession..

“I mean..I bet if I do this..” suddenly, you’d feel that swelling tension in your loins deepening when he rubbed your clit with his free thumb. “No wait!—“ “..you’ll come so hard, I won’t even be able to stay inside of you.” His voice is so condescending but soothing in a way. He gave you sweet nothings with the most sour of intentions. Knowing that he wasn’t going to allow you to leave here tonight without every last drop of his seed in your womb. Until he saw the lines on that test indicating a positive result. He needed it..he needed you so fucking badly!

“So that’s why I want you to take it…take all this fucking dick, sweetheart. You’re such a good girl..the only one who can get all of my nut. So do it..take it just like you did the other ones.”

it was then that those vigorous thrusts would resume. Even harder than before and he didn’t care that he had now freed your hands and you were utilizing them as a means to slow him down. He’d merely put them right back where they started. “If you can’t keep your hands to yourself, beautiful. I guess I’ll just have to hold them again.” Meanwhile, he’d release another maniacal laugh and shove his tongue between your lips; swirling it around your own until you were whimpering into his mouth. He had maximized his speed and was rutting those hips until you felt him to the hilt. That tight cunt made even more constricted by his previous loads that had been sloshing around. Throbbing and leaking as he thrashed you around. His thick girth and long length fill every sector of you. He had full dominion over this body and wasn’t letting go!

“Are you gonna do as I asked, baby? You’ll do whatever I want, right?..”

“Y-yes, daddy! Fuck meeee..”

“And you’re not going any fucking where, isn’t that right?..”

“No…oh my gosh, just don’t stop.”

your answer seemed to satisfy his ego well enough and that was all he needed to persist. Smirking down and rewarding you with another kiss, Armin gently stroked the side of your face before leaning back up.

“That’s right, baby. Get used to calling me daddy..because I want to get you pregnant. Fill that pretty pussy up..you ready?” You’d vehemently nod with tears in your eyes. Begging for him to do so..to make you his forever. With only a couple more strokes, he’d take an inch or so out and for his final thrusts, slow down.. “..c’mon, beg me. Lemme hear you say that shit. Tell me you want my babies..tell me you want me to get you pregnant.” Leaving you no option than to do so and truth be told…

“Come in me, daddy! Please..give it to me..”

“There we go…now hold still..”

you wouldn’t want it any other way! Finally, he’d come to a halt and you’d feel that earlier throbbing increased tenfold. All that mounting tension of being between those tight walls had finally caught up and he couldn't hold or pull out. “Ah—haaa..shit, coming!”

pulling you into his chest, Armin would empty every last remnant of his cum into your womb, filling your stomach with every ounce, joining the other two that had followed before. You were stuffed to the brim; overflowing with the warm, white substance by the time he finished. Those strings of silky fluid didn’t come without a chorus of empty ‘I love you’s’ and tearful cries. He made you linger on every word. Hold on to hope that he meant what he spoke. But even if there wasn’t a hint of truth in his statement..

“Thank you, sweetheart…for letting me fill you up..look at that. Gonna look so pretty with my baby..I love you.”

it was too late. You were already trapped inside of his web!

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