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luxesiren · 9 months

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⸻ 𝐇𝐎𝐂𝐊𝐄𝐘 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐘𝐄𝐑!𝐀𝐑𝐌𝐈𝐍 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒

cw :: mentions of violence, nsfw headcanons (MDNI)

a/n :: i saw this picture again the other day and i had to write something abt it cause jesus christ…look at him! (art creds: @/jpegjetty on twt)

hockey player!armin who's been skating since he was young and started playing hockey in memory of his dad.

hockey player!armin who usually isn't into violent sports but loves hockey with a burning passion and it is extremely good at it

hockey player!armin who outsmarts his opponents in every game, making them mad but he never cared. he always bragged by smirking and skating past them sometimes winking just to spite them.

hockey player!armin who has many girls fawning over him just like his other teammates but is always surprised by the number of girls who actually like him

hockey player!armin who met you at one of his games and it was completely random but he saw you in the stands and was instantly attracted to you.

hockey player!armin was too nervous to say something to you even though eren had prompted him to say something stop pining over you. "dude, just talk to her." he would shake his head and sighed, "i can't.

hockey player!armin who almost fell to his knees when you finally talked to him.

hockey player!armin who you realized was a sweetheart out of the rink and just kept the cocky persona when he was playing cause it made him feel good.

hockey player!armin who takes you out every friday after his games even if he's tired, bringing you flowers and making sure you have a good time. going all out because he wanted to see you.

hockey player!armin lets you wear his backup jersey to all of his games now even though he hasn't asked you out yet but he loves seeing you with his name on your back.

hockey player!armin who points to you in the stands when he makes the shot because you're his good luck charm and even though all the other girls fawn over it, you know it's for you and you only.

hockey player!armin who finally asks you out on one of your dates and completely surprises you but of course, you said yes.

hockey player!armin who is usually the calm one out of everyone on the team and talks everyone out of fighting each other but gets into an altercation with another player on another team. you see the big group before it even happens standing on the bleachers to get a better look, the crowd gasping when everyone starts to move and a fight breaks out.

you move faster than expected, sitting in the front by the barricade watching eren pull armin off the other player. both of them still yelling at each other and armin trying to break out of eren's arms, but that unwavering cockiness was still there when he wiped the blood off his lips and skated towards the barricade shooting a smirk your way before sitting out for the rest of the game.

hockey player!armin loves kissing you, whatever chance he gets. sometimes you're in his lap and his hands are all over you, you can't help but to squirm in his hold.

hockey player!armin who took such good care of you when you guys had sex for the first time, taking his time prepping you and making sure you were satisfied. "right there, baby?" "does that feel good?" "can you cum for me?" "you look so pretty like this"

remember when i said hockey player!armin was a sweetheart? yeah not when he's frustrated or when he's lost a game, having never lost a game before, his first loss got to him and he took it out on you. you would never forget how rough he got, how filthy his words were as he fucked you into the mattress.

"min, min, 's too much. s-slow down!" you cried out but he just sped up, his hips smacking against your ass loud enough that it echoes in the room, "c'mon you can take it. you've taken it before like a good slut, haven't you?

hockey player!armin doesn't get jealous often but he notices how men look at you, he's usually embarrassed when he leaves marks visible on your neck but tonight he makes the exception. he wants to send a message to the guy who's always hitting on you, that way he won't hit on you again.

hockey player!armin who eats your pussy like a starved man, he's sloppy with the way spit over your cunt and slurps up your slick making your thighs shake but he loves when they're around his head trying not to close around his head but he doesn't care. "f-fuck, armin!" your hands carding through his hair and pulling him closer to your pussy.

grinding on his face but his hands grip your thighs even tighter, he relishes in the fact that he gets to see you like this and no one else will see you like this. it doesn't take him long to make you cum, overstimulating you when he licks up all your cum. "you taste good, baby."

hockey player!armin who says 'i love you' after months of being together and takes you back to his place to engrave it in your skin with every kiss and every word he whispers in your ear as he slowly thrusts into you, taking his time enjoying this part of his thoroughly planned evening making sure you feel all of his love, "i love you, baby." "i love you too, minnie."

#𝙇𝙐𝙓𝙐𝙍𝙔 𝙋𝙊𝙎𝙏𝙎…#𝙨𝙞𝙧𝙚𝙣 𝙞𝙨 𝙬𝙧𝙞𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜…#♡ — my ocean boy #aot x black reader #armin attack on titan #armin x black reader #armin x reader #armin x y/n #armin smut #armin fluff #armin headcanons #armin arlet smut #armin arlert x reader smut #armin aot #attack on titan

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seraphdreams · 7 months

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"WHAT DO YOU WANT?"

"TO SEE WHAT YOUR INSIDES LOOK LIKE." | GHOSTFACE!ARMIN ARLERT.

𓏲 ࣪₊♡𓂃 — word count. 4.6k

𓏲 ࣪₊♡𓂃 — cw. fem!reader, smut, modern au, mentions of murder / death / blood, fingering, armin’s a creep, symbolism, noncon/dubcon, insanity, manipulation, monomania, creampie, knives, stalking. mdni <3.

𓏲 ࣪₊♡𓂃 — synopsis. armin’s worked hard to build up his perfect life, and he certainly wasn’t expecting for someone to rip that from under him. he’s obsessed — with a life that isn’t his.

𓏲 ࣪₊♡𓂃 — dolled up! we are sooo back n in full swing for kinktober this year !! i’ll drop my masterlist here for all the prettie dolls to check out … please show this some love by reblogging / sharing, it’ll mean the absolute world 2 me !! kk, luv ya, bye ♡

Armin Arlert. Age 23. Graduated from Shiganshina University.

Armin Arlert, starting his new life under a freshly installed roof that rivaled his dorm of the past four years and provided him with much needed privacy. Armin Arlert, with a degree in humanitarian affairs accompanied with a promising future ahead, it’s the life he deserved after the turbulent destruction that was his tragic past. He could start over now in high hopes of making a name for himself in this unfamiliar city. Nothing could stop him, or the unperturbed spout of elation percolating within.

Aside from optimism, though, he remained undoubtedly sure that the life he had curated for himself was one that no other could outclass. He was smart — spent his days in libraries, in his study room, reading about anything that satiated his appetite for enlightenment, and be that as it may, he wasn’t looking for a lover. His solace brought him far better pleasure than any person could possibly imagine.

He’d work, research, and then work some more, day in and day out. And the day of your meeting was no different.

He had decided to utilize the time he carved out of his restless schedule for a much needed re-read of his favorite book. Moments like these were significant to Armin; the pungent aroma of freshly brewed tea in his mug, luminescence dim in the apartment, and a faint timbre of violins that spilled from his speaker.

Moments like these were when he couldn’t keep track of how many hours had passed him by as he flipped page by page into whatever universe his books had drawn him into.

Rested against the kitchen counter with his novel in one hand and retrieving a sip from his beverage in the other, his eyes scanned the piece of literature. Every once and awhile, he’d shift his weight from his left hip to the right, or opt to sit on the cozy loveseat in his study. All without withdrawing his attention from his book.

Glasses low on the bridge of his nose, he gently pushed them up — Then it came. The sonority of his doorbell, jostling him out of his serene thoughts and the inquisitiveness that flowed through his veins soon after, urged his body to tread to the front door in search of the cause.

As his footfall led him closer to the handle of the door, he could make out a silhouette, seemingly of a woman. All inquisitions of who could be at his doorstep were fulfilled once he opened it and you stood, with a bright smile on your face.

Armin’s angelic features hidden underneath a veil of golden blond tresses accentuated his soft, azure-hued eyes. His face was one of few that aided you in comfort just upon first glance, which chased away the unease of the possibility that he could’ve been ill-tempered.

“Hi, I’m Y/N! I moved in next door,” You pointed your thumb in the direction beside you as if to signal which side of the building you’d be occupying. “I just thought I'd introduce myself,”

He matched your syrupy sweet beam with one of his own, the corners of his eyes turning upward in tandem as if they were smiling too. He held the door open slightly wider to catch a better glimpse of you. From your attire, he could discern that you weren’t much of a modest girl, but it’d be wrong of him to idly make assumptions. Especially when his choice of dress during the lax hours of the day were a white button-up, cashmere cardigan thrown atop, with a pair of tan slacks.

“Y/N?” He repeated, in a manner to affirm that he had heard correctly. “I’m Armin. It’s nice to meet you,”

He would’ve held his hand out for yours had it not been engaged by his book. You weren’t trying to pry, yet the cover of the story was lucid in your mind once you took notice. “Berenice? The Edgar Allan Poe novel?”

His eyes trailed to where your manicured nail was pointed. The rosy flush of his cheeks deepened while he rubbed away the discomfiture stirring at the back of his neck. Once again, he had mindlessly brought his book with him wherever he strode.

“Y-Yeah, It’s my favorite. Have you read it?”

“A few times,” You hummed, meeting his sheepish gaze. “It’s so jarring, right?”

Armin skimmed over your face before allowing himself to speak. “But there’s beauty in the madness,” His words trolled over in a more weighty tone than he had intended, an apologetic smile on his face once he caught wind.

“Or at least that’s how i interpret it,”

His outward timidity roused an endearing chuckle from you. “I truly don’t mean to bother you, though. If you need anything I'm on your right!” You retort with a vague inclination of haste.

Truth be told, Armin’s interest in you piqued with the mention of the Poe story. “Oh, you’re not a bother-”

His vocables fell short against your own when you waved him goodbye, and he mirrored your actions with cordiality in his eyes.

Maybe she’s just busy.

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Ever since Armin’s first encounter with you, he had found himself taking a rather atypical interest in the relations of you. The first bout of instances being regular events of curiosity where he’d watch as the moving company aided you in getting your belongings settled; hauling in furniture and appliances, all while Armin remained under the guise of checking his mailbox. Over a short span of time, though, he found himself increasingly knowledgeable in the subject that was you.

You showered at 8:00pm. You ate dinner at 7:00pm. The alarm settled on your desk, a few feet beyond your bed would go off at 6:00am sharp, and he’d be up at that same dawning hour to anticipate your departure to work.

He knew these things. Of course, he did.

He memorized all of your schedules to calculate what you’d be doing throughout the day, and where.

His own work was slow for him during those days, and books didn’t seem to capture that spark of exhilaration like you did. For once, he felt enthralled by each day granting him an opportunity to analyze you further.

On another day, he’d built up enough confidence to observe you as you came home from work, once more, under the false assumption that he’d been checking his mail.

“Good afternoon.”

Armin’s voice registered within your being quickly, startling you out of your fast-paced strut to your door. “Oh, good afternoon!” Your footfall faltered until you reached a close. “Armin, was it?”

Over Armin’s time of stalking- no, studying you, he’d come to realize just how ethereal you were. It was as if the deities above handmade every feature on your face, curve of your body, lilt in your voice with the intention of making you one of their own — an angel.

He found you charming.

With a nod of his head, he braced himself to inch toward you. Not proximal enough to cause you discomfort, he wouldn’t want that, yet enough to signal his unwavering immersion. “Did you just come from work?”

It was otiose of him to ask the question seeing as he undeniably knew the answer. Judging from your business attire and pencil skirt just a little too short for any other establishment’s dress standards, he had assumed you worked a kushy job at an office firm. You evidently earned a heap of money, with him recalling the numerous occasions you’d come home with luxury shopping bags hanging off your arms, tied in with the fact that the suites he inhabited weren't exactly affordable for the average person.

You responded hospitably to his question, that same lovely smile poured over your features and seeping into his personage. “Mhm, and what about you? Your work?”

He was surprised at your need to pull the conversation along further, it was as if you were succoring to curate his plans, as if you could read his mind and pick out from a haystack that you were his only interest, you were his source of bliss. A serendipitous moment, indeed. He straightened himself up, clearing his throat. “Me? Oh, well I just help out at charities and organizations from time to time,”

He’d be a fool to deny the set of wide eyes that were fixated upon his figure.

“For real? You must be a really good person then.” You responded with your hands clasped together and held against your chest, pupils of your eyes glittered in a sense of unshakable admiration.

As the conversation went on, you had begun to synonimize your neighbor with the fresh, and comforting feeling of congeniality. It helped that he was easy to converse with, seeming as he’d always been listening while keeping eye contact and rewiring his queries in a way that deemed you the main focus, and he, a vessel for your words to absorb within.

For Armin, he enjoyed getting to know you. You were perfect, in all the best ways.

And soon enough, through an exhausting series of prying inquiries, he’d piece together that your perfection wasn’t hulled along by determination or strong will, but by God’s good grace. He’d come to register that you didn’t have to struggle like he did to reach the triumphant point in life for which he stood. You were born that way, born with a silver spoon in your mouth and just the right kiss-ass people in your life to keep you that way. A spoiled fucking brat.

What had been the rationale behind his suffering? The years in which he’d been bullied repeatedly in public schools, had acquaintances that had only cared about him for their personal gain, and parents so utterly vapid that they’d give up their only child if it meant they could continue working towards an unattainable goal?

Fueled by a sense of jealousy, he waned your nepotism a hindrance. You were merely a telescope that he wanted so badly to see into.

For Armin was obsessed with a life that wasn’t his.

Meticulously, he had spent his time after that hidden away within his flat. Armin didn’t care to know anything more about you, he didn’t care to see your face, and he surely didn’t care for you.

When he stumbled across an unkempt, unpacked box in his room with the label of “Uni 2019,” written on the side in thick, inky letters, his concern led him to relive those memories upon removing the cardboard lid.

In it, there were polaroid photos, compact trophies he’d won from participating in school events, courtesy of his STEM minor, and a dark piece of fabric that caught his eye more than anything.

He recalled his first year of college where his two closest friends, Eren and Mikasa, dragged him out of their stuffy shared dorm and onto one of the first parties held by the school’s fraternity house during the fall semester.

“Armin, you look ridiculous,”

Mikasa said as she stomped away in her leather boots, leading the way for the two men accompanying her to follow her off-campus.

She was dressed in homage to Misa Amane from her favorite anime, although the style of dress aided no significance since it was hauntingly similar to her everyday wardrobe.

Eren was intended to show up as “Light” but he insisted on wearing something he deemed appealing, his plan was to get initiated by the end of the night, anyhow. He wore a deep black cloak, dark ripped jeans and had his hair tied aimlessly into his warped perception of a bun, with the mask of a ghost facing sideways on his head to allow for him to see.

Ghostface. Scream (1996).

Armin allowed himself to be pulled away by the Ackerman, his rebuttal falling on deaf ears. “You didn’t give me enough time, Mika. This is all I could come up with.” Armin’s poor excuse for a costume was tissue paper wrapped around his frame in stereotypical mummy fashion, a classic of all classics.

Though, that night had concluded like any other gathering involving college-aged students, the trio having woken up to hangovers and bad decisions.

Armin stared at the contents of the box a while longer before taking the cloak out and trying it on for size. Obviously, it was meant for a taller person, but regardless, the wheels in his head gradually spun.

He took it off after careful observation when the sensation of juvenility filled his veins. He wasn’t fond of the costume rousing the impression that he was an illegitimate killer — He knew more than he let on, and his passion for the grotesqueries scribed in his books further proved that.

Concurrently, you had been pondering the reason for Armin’s disappearance. After your last conversation with him, he’d stopped formulating ways to talk to you and seemed to never leave his suite, and your heart yearned for his presence once the feeling truly settled in.

You had been swayed by his charm.

His dulcet tone of voice, the intriguing quirks that seemed to hang off of him like leaves to a tree; You missed the way he cared for you, through mundane matters and the like.

Night had fallen, the warm, ochre hues of the day meshing in perfect balance with deep purple tones that signified time’s passing. You were settling into bed, just about ready to fall into slumber when you heard light tapping at your door.

Only for a second did the thought of who could possibly be up this late float through your mind.

Your soles kissed the floor when you made your way to the front door. And once you finally opened it, the sight of your worst fear was drawn to life — The deviant sight of the unknown, with what seemed to look like a kitchen knife in its right hand.

Quickly, without time to react, you attempted to slam the door shut with the force of your shoulder but the action proved futile when the aggressor’s strength pushed back against the wood, sending you stumbling backwards and vulnerable to any attack.

Heavy footsteps creeped eerily towards you out of something from a horror film. Your worst mistake was turning your back, scrambling for a way to retrieve your phone, or even a weapon.

“Help! He-”

The stranger was more agile than you had assumed, easily capturing you with one arm around your waist and its hand cupped against your mouth. You couldn’t shake the terror growing within you as hot tears seemed to spill down your cheeks and your heartbeat so intense, you were sure that it’d had been noticeable.

Your body soft in the assaulter’s touch, they embraced your body taut. The sensation was suffocating, your eyes squeezed shut to further distance yourself from the situation at hand, even if it was only a mental trick.

You resided in a relatively safe area, so why were you in this situation? What cruel joke were you the target of?

The grip on your body loosened ever so slightly, yet you were still fixed in place by the attacker’s opposite hand. While your body was immobilized, you felt the lingering of metal lightly drag against your abdomen to find itself settled just underneath the band of your lace pajamas.

Just moments prior, you had completed your elaborate nightly routine consisting of a glass of wine, face mask, and a warm bath. You also found it fitting to change into one of your newer pajama sets — Thin, baby pink, lace bralette with matching shorts that called for forgoing the need for panties.

All you wanted was to wake up from this nightmare.

“It’d be so beautiful if you died right here in my arms,” Your assailant spoke.

Through your ears, his voice was familiar. A tone so soft, you refused to believe the possibility of who it’s owner could be.

His hand over your mouth was hesitant to situate itself elsewhere in wariness of how you’d react. He was aware of the power behind a blood-curdling scream. The neighbors in this area were nosy. He would know.

He let out a sigh. “But you look really pretty tonight. I wouldn’t want to get blood on you,” His knife trailed further into your shorts, the edge cutting out a hole in the fabric at the seat of the garment.

“Did you do all this for me?”

You winced when the sonority of cloth ripping resonated through your ears. The blade felt dangerously close, running along your body as if to taunt you. That had to be the case; You were in the perfect position to be harmed, so why hadn’t your attacker done so? With your body stricken from fear, his job was easy. Was it not?

The hand over your mouth moved to caress your face and you gasped heavily for the air you were denied.

“W-What do you want?” Your voice echoed shakily throughout the room, barely audible enough for the two of you to hear. His knife inched upward to your sternum, and slowly dragged itself back down to your abdomen as he spoke.

“To see what your insides look like.”

For a split second, his hold on you seemed to diminish, granting you the perfect opportunity to run. Yet, your legs felt frail as if there were weights tied to your ankles. The assailant quickly repositioned himself in front of you, his head tilting slightly while he continued his up and down ministrations with the edge of the blade gingerly pressed against your flesh. Not forceful enough to draw blood.

“But maybe now, I want to feel your insides,” His steps crept closer, and instinctively you tried to create as much distance as possible by stepping back. It proved useless when your back hit the cold surface of the door, his face mere centimeters from yours.

Your breath hitched as you found comfort in the presence of the door, leaning against it as if it’d keep you from harm’s reach. You fidgeted, fumbling to grasp at the handle that’d grant you escape. The masked man took notice, hovering over your frame to keep you from trying anything.

“Please- -” Your plea fell in the form of a choked up whimper, just the sound he wanted to hear.

More uncomfortable ripping was sounded when his blade etched a perfect cut in your shorts, leaving your bare cunt out on display for his eyes to see. “Don’t be shy, pretty. I’m sure lots of guys have seen you like this. Am I right?”

Crudeness started to sink in as your face morphed into a contradictory pout. He took your expression for a no and chuckled genuinely, albeit louder than his previous tone. “No? Does this make me the first?” His eyes scanned your lower half once more, then flit back to meet your fear-blown orbs.

“I’d really love to be your first,”

Having grown confident enough to be sure that you wouldn’t try to break free, he dropped the knife to the side, metal clamorously clinking against hardwood flooring while he used his free hand to lift your right leg over the juncture of his elbow. He carefully slotted his middle and ring fingers into your hole, shallowly pumping. Your legs threatened to close with what you couldn’t make of embarrassment or denial.

Your mind felt cloudy once your body gave up its immobility and allowed pleasure to course through your veins, heat rushing to your core with every pump of his fingers. He took notice of the way your expression hastily contorted into one of pure pleasure, eyebrows knit together and your mouth slightly agape, eliciting quiet moans to tumble past.

It was a whorish sight, indeed. A circumstance you couldn’t control with your death at the forefront, yet it was terrifyingly easy to succumb to the euphoric sensation building up within you. The pad of his thumb found its way to your aching clit, and from just the light circling motions in tandem with his fingers, you felt yourself floating to the cusp of release.

“F-Fuck- -“ you rasped. Your hand reached out for his wrist to push him away but the attempt was futile and in turn, he sped up his ministrations.

“Didn’t know you had such a dirty mouth. You’re making me lose interest.” He coyly teased.

He was thankful you couldn’t see how flushed his face appeared under the mask. The sight of you spread open for him was too much to bear, he could cum in that moment without ever feeling your gummy walls wrapped around his painstakingly hard cock.

Just before you were about to hit your orgasm, he pulled his fingers away. An agitated groan rumbled from your throat, eyes finally opening to the sight of the man before you, removing his mask and unveiling his true identity.

Something within you didn’t want to admit what you had seen.

From the golden strands of hair that shimmered against the moonlight to his cyan-hued orbs tinted dark with madness. It was Armin, but it wasn’t Armin.

“M-Min.. You —“ The words failed to leave your mouth in a coherent string of sentences. It couldn’t have been your neighbor, not Armin. He was far too delicate, too feeble to carry out a task like this.

He kept unwavering eye contact with you, your pupils shaking from shock. “Hm? Couldn’t see a thing with this mask on,” His response was that of nonchalance, his hand coming to caress your tear-stained cheeks.

“You’re much prettier behind the mesh.”

He pulled down the zipper of his slacks along with the garment itself and his briefs, just enough so that his cock was freed. You didn’t want to look, but you did. You notice how bulbous the head was, glowing a bright pink while the rest of it was pretty girthy as well. It bobbed under its weight, the strings of precum leaking onto your inner thighs as he lined it up with your entrance.

“Why would y—“

Just before you could get the vocables out, he pushed his entire length inside of you, head tilted back and adam’s apple bouncing with each groan he let out. You felt as though you were being split open by how fat his cock was, how it glided effortlessly in and out of your heat.

His pace was tauntingly slow as if he’d shoot his load prematurely. Once he gradually thrusted more vigorously though, you found it hard to keep whimpers at bay. Each push in felt deeper than the last, the wind within your system struggling to keep you afloat. You reached for something to hold onto, scrambling for Armin’s shoulders in the end. Your nails dug deep at the lean muscles of his back, creating raw, catlike scratches on the flesh.

The pain was enough to make him smile. Or maybe it wasn’t the pain, but the sight of you so desperate for him — So desperate for your killer.

How pathetic.

He leaned himself upward to meet your gaze again, that of something from a horror movie, his gaze was darker than before, strung together by a serious expression. “Kiss me.”

You almost didn’t hear him as your impending orgasm was your only focus. When you took too long to respond, he glanced back at the knife settled just underneath his foot, in a manner to remind you of the real dangers he was capable of.

With the slightest inclination of hesitancy, your lips met his. Contrary to his actions, his kisses were soft, sloppy, and hungry, as if he were craving you. He hooked his arms beneath your knees to hoist you up and against him.

Deeper. You whimpered into his kisses wondering how his cock fucked into you deeper. He slammed your body down onto his length, using your body like it was a toy. You pulled away from the kiss, heaving for air as your head fell upon his shoulder. “Gonna cum, ‘m so close!” Your words slurred, and before you knew it, your essence came in waves, each aftershock more jolting than the last.

He continued pounding into you, shifting his position to hold you up against the wall. Your pleasure reverberated in the form of an inaudible cry while you allowed for the bullying of his cock in your cunt. It was evident to you that he was close from the way his features were etched in pure ecstasy.

Armin looked pretty like that — Wisps of tawny bangs messily splayed across his forehead from perspiration and a light tinge of scarlet dusted across his nose and cheeks, up to the tips of his ears. His soft, rosy lips were slickened with the mixture of your wet kiss and his.

“Oh, God-”

The guttural groan he let out had your walls clamping down taut around him. “Cum for me again—Shit! Say my name,”

The stamina he retained came as unexpected to you, your overstimulated heat trying to find pleasure in the way it’s being battered up. He spoke again, this time with a docile lilt in his tone.

“Tell me you’re mine, Y/N. I wanna be yours.”

You didn’t want to. You were beyond opposed to feeding into his hedonistic delusions, especially in the impuissant state that you were in. Yet, you couldn’t stop the affirmations from flowing once another orgasmic high coiled up in your core.

“Armin! ‘M yours! All yours,”

Just as soon as your words circulated through his mind, he felt his balls tighten, his thrusts faltering in potency as he reached closer to his high.

In his mind, it was profoundly amorous that you both had hit euphoria simultaneously, warm ropes of his sticky seed painting your walls while he shallowly jettisoned every last drop. Your womb was the goal, and he had scored.

He was tentative to pull out, wanting to relish in the warmth of your core for as long as he possibly could but he knew the idea wouldn’t be feasible. “You’re so good. I mean, you listen so well,”

He delicately placed you back on your feet, your body lax in his hold. “Thank you!” He beamed, tilting your head upwards to meet his gaze.

“Thank you for what?” You responded, your eyes searching for anything else to focus on as you gained enough strength to separate yourself from him, even if it was just a few inches.

“You helped me,”

You couldn’t make sense of the nonsense coming out of his mouth nor his need to be a hair's breadth away from you at all times.

“You helped me realize I never wanted to hurt you,” His hands found their place at your waist, softly running along the curve. “I just wanted to be inside you.”

“No, you wanted to kill me.” You spoke in a more conflicted tone, wondering if the gears in his head were turning at all. He chuckled, creating a few inches of distance between the two of you.

“I mean, I did at first. I was jealous, Y/N,” His voice sounded like that of a beg. “You have such a perfect life and I want it — I want to be in it.”

You couldn’t bear to listen to anymore of his twisted thoughts, feeling the heavy coat of uncomfortability weighing your shoulders down. “Armin, you’re crazy.”

“I love you, Y/N. Let me into your life, please?”

He pulled you into a tight embrace, his hands furthering south until they halted at the small of your back.

“I won’t hurt you,”

“I love you.”

𓏲 ࣪₊♡𓂃 — @valentinevampyr @oneofthesevensins @iamtrashgod @iconicbabii @inusdoll @kloesklarity @bakuhoe-3 @antistellxr

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levilxvr · 3 months

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aot men dick analysis

ft. levi, erwin, armin, eren

levi

realistically i’d say he’s a solid 5 inches, 5.5 when hard. He’s not that big of a grower but definitely knows how to use his cock in all the right ways to make you cum. He’s got a single vein going down the right side of his shaft as well, and when he gets hard the tip tends to get really red and swollen. Thickness wise it’s just nice, kinda average.

Oh yeah he’s got the softest balls too, and they’re extremely sensitive. just ghosting your fingers over them makes him shiver with pleasure while they contract in your hand. In terms of his cum, it’s more on the thicker side, but usually his load isn’t that much unless he’s been pent up for weeks.

erwin

Lord every time I look at him the first thing that comes to my mind is big dick energy. Erwin’s about 6 inches when soft, but when he gets hard it can go up to 7.5. It’s more on the straight side but there’s a slight curve towards his abdomen. And it’s THICK.

He’s a little embarrassed about it bc he’s so big and thinks it’s too much, but every time you guys have sex you prove him wrong. The slit on the head of his cock is basically his weak spot btw. Rub your thumb over it, spread the precum leaking out and his legs instantly turn to jelly.

armin

he’s about 5 inches but the girth of his cock makes up for the length. His cock has a really nice upward curve, tbh out of all of them i’d say he’s got the prettiest dick. It’s cute, and every time he gets hard theres a soft pinkish flush on the upper part of the shaft that matches the blush on his cheeks.

He’s got a really sensitive head as well. No actually his whole cock is super sensitive- even the feeling of the cold air hitting the skin when you pull down his pants makes him bite his lower lip to stop himself from moaning.

eren

man’s got a huge dick and he’s proud of it. He doesn’t need to grow any balls either because they’re also big, at least that’s what he says whenever connie taunts him. Eren isn’t much of a grower- I feel like his cock is around 7 inches? Idk I can imagine him with both a big dick and a scrawny pp.

Ok it’s slightly more on the thinner side in terms of thickness, but that doesn’t matter because it’s long enough to make you feel so full every time he’s inside you. And if theres one thing more impressive than his size, it’s the amount of veins lining his shaft from the base all the way up, fading off near the tip. He’s so veiny and loves when you trace those lines while stroking him off.

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arminsumi · 7 months

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fogging up nerd armin's glasses.

𝐀𝐑𝐌𝐈𝐍 — アルミン ⋅ fem reader

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

🔞 mdni / 18+ content

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

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

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

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🍒 𝐉𝐚𝐲 ⋅ 𝐑𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐬/𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐩 𝐚 𝐥𝐨𝐭 !

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

your next few study sessions with him are riding practice.

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

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

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

"what'd you say?"

"nothing." he lies sweetly.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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luminiamore · 19 days

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ghostface armin arlert x black witch reader

warnings: minnie is psycho & stalker ish, murder (not reader), possessive, mention of branding, minnie has a big d!ck!

a/n: i just wanna say that scenario is crazy, but it’s armin!!!

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New York City, renowned as the place where dreams come true, the city that never sleeps, but also, unfortunately, the city where danger lurks. Recent events have shaken the East Side with a series of gruesome murders, each marked by the presence of a Ghostface mask. Residents, be vigilant: lock your doors, stay armed, and avoid deserted alleyways. Let’s unite to ensure the safety of our beloved city.

Armin remained indifferent as he listened to the static emanating from the car radio, his expression unmoved. Tsk. As if that would save them. On that dark night, a vast moon cast its glow across the sky. A faint swoosh of cold water could be heard from the harbor directly beneath the Brooklyn Bridge. The cream-colored 1957 Chevrolet Bel-Air he had stolen roughly 20 minutes earlier emitted a creaking sound before finally coming to a stop.

He forcefully shut the fragile car door before moving deliberately to the other side. With swift motion, he dragged the unconscious, thin man, securely bound in the passenger seat, onto the freshly laid cement pavement. Two sharp punches to the face jolted the man awake.

“Damn it!” The man grimaced, holding his now bloody nose. “Listen, I’ve got about a grand in my wallet. Just take it! Please, I haven’t done anything!” Armin listened to the desperate pleas, his oceanic eyes rolling in irritation. He contemplated shutting the man up with another punch. With a sigh, he grabbed him by the collar and dragged him towards the edge of the dock.

“D’you want to know why you’re here?” Armin coolly asks, unfazed by the tears the man started dropping. His patience was wearing thin; just looking at his face made him itch to kill him.

“N-no! Please, I just started college! I have-” Armin lands another punch on his jaw, a resounding crack at his sheer force echoing across the empty dock. The man groans as his eyes twitch slowly, open and close. Armin crouches down, bringing himself to eye level with the man on the ground, his gaze fixed on the screwed-up, bloodied, frowned face.

“Does the name Y/n L/n ring a bell to you? You wouldn’t like the outcome if you lie, so try not to.” He asks yet another question with a flat face. The man looks up with a shaky breath; in fact, his entire body is shaking. He nods, trembling.

Armin gives a hum, “I thought it did. Do you remember the interaction with her just yesterday?” He calmly tuts, tilting the man’s semi-dislocated jaw as if examining him.

“L-Listen-” The man gets cut off again with a forceful grip on the same jaw. He cries out at the pain.

“Think about your next words, Porco.” His voice deepens by an octave, and Armin’s demeanor is noticeably less composed this time, his anger slipping beyond his control.

“I was high out of my mind, man! I don’t- I don’t remember anything!” The dirty blonde-haired man sobs. He was petrified for his life. Tonight, Armin wasn’t even adopting his other persona, Ghostface; he was acting solely as himself. He didn’t want the police to suspect —what could he even call her?

The woman he stalks every day? The woman he kills for?The woman who causes him to beat his dick red every night at just her aroma? The woman he craved incessantly, day in and day out? The woman he’s in love with?

“No? That’s okay, I’d love to refresh your memory.” The moment Porco gazes up in desperation, his breath catches at the sight of a knife—the same knife he had seen on TV after the news reporter detailed yet another gruesome murder by the man in a ghost mask. Am I about to die? That same thought again and again was at the forefront of his mind; it was a broken record.

“You approached her pretty arrogantly, might I add. You tried to take her home, but naturally, she denied. You got upset,” Armin drags the knife slowly against the blue vein on his neck. Lightly grazing, barely applying any pressure to make a mark. He draws closer to the petrified man.

“You touched her.” He seethes. “But my girl is strong and pretty special, too. So, she handled you. I’m sure you remember that, there’s the bruise right here to prove it.” He applies pressure with the tip of the knife to a purple bruise on the left side of his throat. A slow trickle of blood falls down the inside of Porco’s shirt.

“S-She already made me apologize, man. I don’t k-know how many times I can say sorry-” The sound of gurgling pierced the stillness. Armin, tired of listening, drove the infamous Bowie Knife into the man’s neck, then glanced to the side.

The man feebly tried to grab Armin’s arm; he was nowhere near stronger, though, and once Armin twisted the knife, the struggle abruptly stopped. He pushed the knife deeper. Porco, too deeply penetrated, fell limp on the ground.

Armin paused, taking out his phone to check the time. ‘10:47’ Shit. It was almost time to check on his girl. He still had one more kill left before he saw her again tonight. He swiftly pulled out the knife from the dead man’s neck and kicked him right into the freezing water below. This was one kill he didn’t want Ghostface to be responsible for.

This next kill, though, he did. He strolled over to the classic car, retrieved the black hood and cloak with jagged edges, and draped it over himself. The ghost mask rested on the leather seats, its eyes fixed on him under the moonlight. With a slight smirk on his pink lips, he picked it up and disappeared into the night.

Quite to the contrary, New York wasn’t your birthplace. Your parents were esteemed practitioners of witchcraft in Cap Haitian, Haiti, renowned for their formidable abilities throughout the country. However, their prominence also drew numerous adversaries. When you were born, they resolved to shield you from the harsh realities of their world and allow you a childhood free from the burdens of survival. Thus, they made the decision to move to the mystical city of New Orleans.

There, they taught you their practices. Every day was dedicated to honing your powers, relentlessly training until you surpassed both of them following their passing. Despite possessing the ability to prolong their lives, your parents chose to embrace their human existence and concluded that their time on Earth had reached its fulfillment.

The pain was too bearing for you, and so you decided to move to The Big Apple. Impulsive decision on your part, really; you just wanted to get away. But your life in New York proved to be incredibly peaceful, your only concerns being your powers and the three cats you lived with.

It started off being peaceful, but your beauty unfortunately came with repercussions, too. With senses finely attuned, you remained acutely aware of your surroundings, quickly detecting a figure shadowing your every move. At first, you believed he was stalking you with intentions of abduction, and though you suspected he was a killer, three months passed without him making any advances towards you.

It was a game. You noticed him watching you closely, and you couldn’t shake the feeling that he was aware of your awareness as well. Armin knew you wouldn’t address him first, and he was fine with just stalking you. But Armin was just a man. A man who got captivated by your beauty every time he saw you. A man who noticed that killing everyone who approached you would be a never-ending task. A man who made the consecutive decision to claim you instead.

Claims come in different forms, Armin knew that. He could brand you, permanently etching his name into your body so you knew you were his. He could mark you, letting the world know he was the only one who had the pleasure of painting your skin like a canvas. His favorite idea so far was to dump his seed past your pretty brown pussy lips daily.

Would you let him? Who were you kidding? You were aware of someone monitoring your movements nearly around the clock, yet you still chose to wet your sheets almost every week with the help of your Rose toy. He’ll make sure to punish you for that. The only time he ever wanted you to come was with him. You even leave your windows open as if inviting him to perform such a task. He knows you’re not stupid; your actions had a purpose.

You sat on your silk cream sheets, arranging your supplies and ingredients for another round of setting up a protection spell. The lavender and rose sage aroma filled the air, leaving a potent scent of smoke in the background. You were genuinely fatigued from constantly performing various iterations of the same spell each day. Why weren’t they working?

Black salt, Rosemary, Cinnamon, Bay Leaves, Mint, and Sage ashes. With the black salt, you draw a circle around you and light tall black candles in the dim light of your room. You start chanting.

Elements of the moon,

Elements of the night,

Come this way

And grant me with your might.

Powers of night and day,

I summon thee,

I call upon thee,

To protect me.

So shall it be.

The flames coming from the candle become stronger, whooshing rapidly. An unseen gust extinguishes the flames and sends the sand you placed around you swirling into the air. Huh? That wasn’t supposed to happen. That shouldn’t have happened. Why the fuck did that happen?

As rustling outside your window catches your attention, you glance sharply but see nothing. Returning your focus to your sacred space, you raise your hand, ready to relight the candles, only to be halted by a gentle yet commanding voice.

“You look pretty tonight, Y/n,” Armin catches your attention as he stands from behind your closet door. You had yet to spot him. You understood the importance of maintaining composure and clarity in moments like these. The awareness of being followed had long been present, ever since it began. The protective spells were intended to deter him, yet frustration mounted as they proved ineffective against his persistence.

Armin wasn’t really thinking of any of that; rather, he fixated on how the red robe you wore accentuated the curves of your ample chest. The way you knelt emphasized the softness of your thighs, he wanted to drown in between them.

“Come out. You’ve stalked me enough,” Your honeyed voice calls out. You survey the room, your gaze shifting from the cabinet housing your altar to your queen-sized bed and then to the wooden door of your walk-in closet. Your gaze settled on there a few seconds longer before shifting away.

You hear a small chuckle, and your frown only deepens, “The fuck is funny?” You’re about to get up from your position on your carpeted floor, only to be stopped by a large hand on your shoulder. When did he even move? Armin sits on the edge of your bed, eyes taking in every inch of you. When he firmly presses down to keep you still, your breath hitches.

You sense his presence drawing closer, the fabric of your silk robe brushing against him. Though you didn’t know what he looked like, his energy alone had you on the verge of surrender, prepared to relinquish control of your mind to him. You always knew you weren’t normal. After all, you are a witch. Getting sticky from a man that smelled like Baccarat Rouge 540 and commanded attention from just aura alone, though? That was beyond you.

“Relax, love.” He whispered gently in your ear, as if not to scare you. You were anything but. Your nerves were racking up in a different way, and small tears of sweat were forming on the inside of your pressed thighs. You had no panties on, and when Armin leaned down into the crook of your neck to smell you, his eyes caught sight of this.

“E-excuse me? Nigga if you don’t-” You continued to resist and shuffle out of his grip, and Armin understood the reason behind it. Your pride stood as a barrier to your surrender, but he remained undeterred. He’ll break you soon enough.

He silenced you abruptly with a firm grip on your delicate throat. He couldn’t afford to lose his cool with you—not unless he was fucking up your insides. You weren’t in control here. And the problem was, you still thought you were.

“That’s wasn’t nice. Be nice, Y/n.” He squeezed tightly, restricting your airway a bit. You knew you weren’t normal when you felt a long trickle of your slick slip down the side of your soft brown flesh at the action.

“I want you, y’know? I think-” He pauses and sucks in a breath when he brushes his nose right against your sweet spot. You shudder. “I think I like you?” He seems confused himself, Armin really never felt this way before. He couldn’t even describe precisely what he was feeling with accuracy. Infatuation? Obsession? Devotion? He doesn’t know, but what he does know is that he would gladly offer you the world on the finest silver platter if you so desired.

“I’d like to show you. I want to give you everything I’ve been feeling for the past three months. Let me, baby.” He tilts your head in his direction, your lips a hair away from each other. When you steal a glance at his face, your slick only gets heavier. Fuck, he was pretty. His porcelain face is adorned with small dried splatters of blood, his oceanic eyes framed by long, hooded lashes, and his medium-length blond hair gently brushing against your cheeks.

This wasn’t a good idea, you knew that. Armin couldn’t share the moral compass you thinly held onto because he was just so consumed. He was entirely taken by you, believing that you might have staked a claim on him before he had the chance to do the same to you.

Any doubts and moral compass you held vanish through your half-opened window as he tenderly presses his pink lips against your full ones. Initially gentle, as if testing your response, he gradually presses harder when you offer no resistance, deepening it with intimacy.

You gasp when he squeezes your throat once more, allowing him to slip his skillful tongue into yours. The force of his kiss caused you to moan out in slight desperation. He smiles at this without pulling away from your addictive lips. He presses into you even more.

The way you gave in so easily felt completely out of your will, this wasn’t like you. You usually had more self-control, but before you even caught a glance at this man, he had you captivated. There was something about him, the mystery he held, the danger that clinched onto him just by breathing. It made you curious, eager to know more about the man who didn’t bother to hide his intense desire for you. And you alone.

Armin had a reputation for his patience, remaining consistently composed and collected. But, you and your perfect face had a way of unsettling him, causing him to act out of character with every move you made. He was keenly aware of this, finding himself compelled to do things for you that he had never considered doing for anyone else. Tonight, he learned that patience might not be his strong suit anymore.

Your skin felt like it was being electrified as his right hand traced a slow path down your body. Starting from your neck, trailing down to the center of your chest, and finally arriving at the fat of your pussy. You almost instantly grind against his middle finger, wanting him to do more.

He noticed of course, he noticed everything about you. “I want you to beg, baby. Can you do that for me?” His whisper makes you shake in anticipation. You were wet, dripping all over the fabric of your carpet.

“P-Please-” You abruptly cut your whimpers off, realizing something that had completely slipped your mind: you didn’t even know his name. You snapped back into reality in a split second, struck by this realization.

Once more, he noticed. “It’s Armin. Moan it real pretty for me, kay?” The way he knew what you were thinking made you less hesitant to give him what he wanted you. What made your control slip was when he slid his finger down to the top of your sopping clit and rubbed lightly, enough pressure to make you squirm. He liked teasing you.

“S-Stop teasing- Ah!” He shuts you up when he presses two fingers harder, his rubbing making tight circles. Your breathing starts getting heavier at the bliss he’s making you feel.

The blonde asshole only smugly tutted at you, “What was that? I didn’t hear you beg, Y/n. Come on, you’re a smart girl.”

He was teasing as if his heart wasn’t beating outside of his chest, just being this close to you. He was internally scrambling at how your slick was so much it fell off his fingers. He wanted to taste you. He wanted you to beg so he could taste you.

You would’ve kept quiet, not feeding into his antics. But, he made you feel so.. good. The way his fingers rubbed up and down your slit, not quite going inside your tight walls. His rapid kisses all over your face and down your neck. The way you could feel his print, pressing heavily on your silk fabric. You couldn’t take it anymore.

“Please just- Shit. T-Touch me, Min.” He groans and exhales sharply at the name your blank mind mustered. Min. You called him Min.

Without warning, Armin hoists you up from the floor and gently places you onto your ice-cold sheets. Lying on your back, your red robe barely clung to your brown skin. You were completely exposed to him, your freshly painted white toenails grazing his shoulders, your soft thighs spread so that sticky pussy was on full display for him.

You must’ve been an angel or a goddess that he’d gladly worship. He could make a religion out of loving you, you were just that enchanting. He leans into your inner thigh and presses a kiss. It burns your skin. He presses another kiss, this time on your twinkling pearl. You jolt.

Maybe teasing wasn’t the best option for him. His erection was painfully hard in his black sweats, his impatient longing hidden from you as he bucks on the edge of your bed. You were too busy choking out pitiful cries when his lips latched onto your sweet nectar. “Oh, fuck!”

You started to feel hazy, your heart pounding and your brown eyes dazed at all the attention he was giving your pussy. Your hip began to spasm and twitch when he sucked harder, teasing your creamy opening with his long finger.

“Say my name, mama. You remember it, right?” His husky plea fills the air. This time, you didn’t hesitate to let anyone within a 5-mile radius know who was eating you as if he starved himself all day just for this.

“A-Armin- Oh shit, Min! Please, more!” You sob, begging him to drench himself in you. He obliged, more than happily. He was at your disposal for the night and many more to come.

His ring and index finger find themselves nestled deep in your core. He stimulates your sensitive parts fast, quickening his pace inside of you. He relishes in the loud cry you make, latching on your pretty clit again. He knew how messy you could get, I mean look at how you were leaking. You had to be tired of changing your, no doubt, expensive sheets when you ruin them like this.

You felt a burning pressure in your gut, were you coming already? Armin answers your thoughts for you. His movements speed up, and the sounds of light smacking from how deep he was penetrating your g-spot echoed in your room. Your back tries to arch off the bed, the pleasure becoming too much for you. Armin makes you take it, pressing his large hand over the pudge your stomach made. You squeal.

“Fuckk,” Your moans get dragged out when a clear sprinkle of your cum escapes you. You were in a frenzy, the loud, lewd squishing sound of your pussy filling your ears. It was like a dam bursting, and what kept your eyes permanently in the back of your head was when he didn’t stop sucking. How could he? It was like you tasted better when you came, and Armin wasn’t a fool. He was determined to not let a single drop go to waste.

He removes himself from your lips with a resounding pop. “I’m going to fuck you now. So, don’t run.” Your eyes widen at his statement, your jaw almost dropping at his sheer size when you realize his sweats are carelessly scattered on the floor. There’s no way that’ll fit inside of you.

Armin knew what you were thinking, he surveyed the way your eyes wandered around nervously. He grasps your chin and plants a gentle peck on your slightly pouting lips, intertwining his fingers with yours to calm your nerves.

“Breathe, mama.” He softly grunts. His kisses start getting heavier, blocking you from letting out a loud scream when he pushes into your weeping walls, inch by inch. He was making sure you felt everything, every vein, as he penetrated you. He blesses your ears with a breathy moan, caught off guard by how fucking tight you are.

He had to remind himself to breathe. Your muffled moans against his lips consume him, making his entire body tremble on you. You were being pushed to your limit, and Armin only paused for a second to let you adjust before his animalistic tendencies got the best of him. He wanted to fuck you up, bad.

His hips begin to snap against your twitching legs at a desperate pace. The position he had you in was honestly mind fucking. Your thighs were firmly pressed to your chest, his hands caressing the balls of your unusually soft feet. Was everything about you so smooth? So beautiful and perfect. He answered his own question when your frantic mewls got louder. Yes.

Your pussy was dripping all over his chest, all over the fat cock rapidly pushing in and out against your cervix. Your pretty tits bounced under him, matching the forceful thrusts he fed you. They looked too... bare for his taste. He wanted you to be covered in his love marks, he wanted to make it impossible for you to remove them. He leans down, somehow pressing your shaky thighs closer to your upper body.

His wet tongue laps around your dark areolas, biting and pulling at them with his teeth until you push your hands into his hair and pull hard. Armin becomes drowsy, losing himself in the comfort your body gave him. He sucks and bites on the fat of your pretty tits, leaving behind deep purple bruises.

Was this heaven? You thought you saw the pearly gates as he continued hitting your G-spot with extreme accuracy. Every deep thrust he made you take caused you to let out helpless, euphoric shrieks. You press your hands against his rock-hard chest, running away from the pleasurable torture you are receiving.

Well, you were trying to. You’ve convinced yourself you couldn’t take it, but Armin knows you can. So, why are you playing with him?

Armin grappled your wrists, pinning them above your head, and sucked his teeth, “You don’t listen?” He heatedly addresses you, trying so hard not to fill your perfect cunt with his seed.

“Why you running, mama?” He questions you softly as if he wasn’t splitting you in half with his girth. He listens to your jumbled screams with a sly smile, pressing a delicate kiss right next to your diamond nose ring.

“I- I can’t, Ouuu shit Min! Can’t take it- Oh god!” Your sweet voice wails out. He makes a tsk sound, and to prove that you can take it, Armin reaches a hand down your stomach. Not once stopping his merciless rhythm, he rubs your engorged clit, desperate to see you cum again. You keen, and in an instant, your sweet juices spray all over him, your creamy essence coating his cock.

“See, there you go. Fuck, you wanna take my cum, pretty? Want me to fill you up?” He deeply murmurs in your neck, sucking lazily. Your body falls limp against him. He was so close, so close to showing you just how much you have an effect on him. You nod frantically, mind not even on planet Earth as he overstimulates your now bruised pussy.

“Please, Min! I-I want it!”

How can he deny when you beg him like that? When you gaze up at him with tears in your eyes, as if he’s your sole lifeline. You look at him as if he’s your deity, as though you can’t exist without him. You’re almost sure that after tonight, you can’t. His thrusts start getting sloppy, his hips stuttering as they leave a resounding slap against yours. Armin tenses and whimpers pathetically in your ear, unable to take the ecstasy your wet cunt made him feel.

He gives you everything, all his cum, all his passion, and pumps in and out of your warm hole slowly. He shudders, his eyes clouded with pure infatuation as he leans down to force you into a nasty kiss. The kiss was incredibly messy; Armin seemed to be devouring you, with saliva escaping both your mouths as he began sucking on your tongue. When he notices you sucking in heavy breaths, he pulls away from you.

Armin pulled out of you, watching as his cum overflowed out of your sobbing slit. What a sight. He flips you over, on your stomach this time. You let out a long whine when he presses your back into a deep arch. What is he doing? His following words cause your breath to catch in your throat.

“You didn’t think we were done, right? Ass up, mama.”

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arlerts-angel · 3 months

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How does Armin react when u let him take the condom off mid-fuck session 👀👀

☽ armin arlert x fem!reader

☽ a/n: coming back from a three-day hiatus to post this bc i haven't stopped thinking about it, so thank you nonnie!

☽ warnings: penetrative sex (piv) | brief mention of male + female masturbation | pet name: angel | creampie

"take it off..." you groan as the tip hits your sweet spot. his heart skips a beat or two and his thrusts into you slowly come to a stop. "h-huh?" he replies, slightly confused. "the condom... take it off." you clarify.

"r-really?" he asks, the heat from his hands could practically burn his fingerprint into your skin. you nod and watch as he eagerly pulls out and unrolls the condom, freeing his pretty cock.

"and y-you're sure it's is okay?" he asks again, nervous but excited. you giggle and nod, reassuring him once more. he wraps his hand around his cock, jerking himself off to get fully hard again.

he pushes his leaky, red tip slowly past your folds, knees buckling at the warmth of yout cunt around his bare cock. "ohhh fuck," he breathes, pushing his length deeper into you, relishing the feeling of your walls hugging each of his cock's veins and curves.

the pace of his thrusts into you pick up quickly. "never... again..." he stammers, "no more condoms. gonna fuck you full of my cum, angel. you deserve it."

"want you to cum inside me, 'min..." you sigh and wrap your legs around his waist, pulling him deeper inside you. he throws his head back blissfully and moans. "wanna feel your cum dripping outta me...!" you cry out, toying your clit faster and harder as you get closer to cumming.

"you're gonna make me cum," he breathes, "fuck, i'm cumming angel...! i'm cumming-!" he whines as his cock throbs and shoots strand after strand of cum inside you.

#armin arlert smut #armin arlert x reader smut #armin smut #armin x reader smut #attack on titan smut #aot smut #shingeki no kyojin smut #snk smut #armin arlert x reader #armin x reader #x reader smut #attack on titan #aot #snk #armin aot #armin snk

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erwinsmithsmissingleftarm · 5 months

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Mommy or daddy?

With: Levi, Erwin, Armin & Jean

Include: mention of adult content, mommy and daddy kink implied

A/n: Wrote this at 1am so it's probably trashy, but hope you enjoy anyway

Levi:

Daddy kink at 99% but still prefers the 1%. He is the dominant guy but likes to be surprised from time to times with more spiciness as you take the charge.

Erwin:

Daddy at a full 100%. Have you seen this man? He is HUGE. There is no way he gives you the control in bed. You are his little girl and stay his little girl no matter what.

Armin:

Oh... sweetheart is 100% for mommy. He is his mama's boy liking being praised and crying when being punished. He wants someone strong to tell him he's good enough and to control him.

Jean:

Both of them at 50%. He likes to switch, one day dominant, the other day submissive. It makes him less stressed knowing he can count on his mommy but he also feels proud to control his princess.

#levi ackerman x reader smut #erwin smith x reader smut #armin arlert x reader smut #jean kirstein x reader smut #levi ackerman smut #levi ackerman #erwin smith smut #erwin smith #armin arlert smut #armin arlert #jean kirstein smut #jean kirstein #aot #aot smut #smut headcanons #attack on titan #attack on titan x reader #aot headcanons

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ringsofsaturnnnn · 8 months

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— [🪐] ·˚ ༘ ✎ 𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐦𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐦𝐞

MDNI | a.arlert x fem!reader

𝘴𝘶𝘮𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘺 :: armin has to hear you say those three words, even if you’re dating his friend.

𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨(𝘴) :: kinda mean armin, breeding kink, armin refers to himself as daddy once, armin calls the reader a slut, reader is cheating on jean, car sex (let me know if i missed anything!)

𝘢𝘶𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘦 :: woahhh, i’m back on the writing grind? also, i apparently don’t know what a drabble is cause this got way longer than expected. anyways, enjoy! not proofread, so i hope it makes sense 😭

𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘤𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘢𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘵𝘪𝘤 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘥

tag list: @arminsumi <3

it was wrong. you knew it. he knew it. the both of you knew it, but it didn’t stop you.

your dainty fingers found his soft cotton t-shirt, tugging him closer as your lips danced together passionately. his hands toyed with the hem of your shirt, his fingertips ghosting over the soft flesh of your tummy.

he had you pinned between the door of his car and himself, the coolness of the steel seeping into your skin despite the fact that you had a shirt and jacket on. “armin..” you gasp, pulling away from the blond. both of you had matching blushes and giddy smiles on your face.

a voice deep inside of you kept telling you that this was wrong. that jean had always been a good boyfriend to you. he never did anything to warrant you cheating on him with his friend. however, when armin’s fingers gripped your waist and pulled you closer, you pushed that voice away.

“hm?” his voice came out as a low hum, his fingers trailing up and down your sides. a shiver raced down your spine at his gentle touch. “i.. i need you..” you couldn’t stop yourself from saying what was on your mind. looking up, you watched as a wicked grin slowly crossed the supposedly “innocent” blond’s face.

“then get in the back of my car.” was all he whispered.

it wasn’t long before you found yourself on top of armin in the backseat of his expensive sports car. your shirts were both discarded, armin’s pants and boxers pulled down to his knees. you had perched yourself precariously on his lap your fingers squeezing his bare shoulders.

“tell me you love me.” he panted desperately, sweat beading up on his pale forehead. his golden locks were glued to his sticky skin as he thrust into you mercilessly. your eyes widened at his request, but his pace never faltered. “i-i won’t hold you to it, i promise. just.. oh god-“ he grunted. “i just have to hear you say it. please..” his voice was whiny as his fingernails dug into the leather of his car seats. his head was thrown back, resting against the fogged over windows of his car.

without a second thought, you said the three words armin so desperately needed to hear before he came deep inside of you. “i love you!” you gasp, your nails sinking into his soft flesh, leaving small crescent shapes in their wake. the blond let out a small whine, one that resembled something a puppy would make. “say it again. say it again, please!” he begged. his grip on your waist tightened as he continued to force you down on his cock.

“i love you. i love you so much, armin.”

that was all it took before he moaned loudly, his hips stuttering a little before stilling. you could feel his cum entering you, filling you to the brim. “oh fuck, baby..” he hissed quietly. lifting his head, he pressed his sweaty forehead against yours. the sounds of panting and the smell of sex lingered in the air, reminding you of what the two of you had just done.

his hands never left your hips and you never moved your hands from his shoulders. it wasn’t long before he was pushing his lips against yours once more, slowly starting to move his hips. “gotta.. gotta breed you before i can let you go.” he murmured softly against you.

you kissed him back without a second thought. “gotta put my baby in you.” pulling away from your lips, he leaned in close so he could whisper in your ear. “how do you think jean would feel, hm? how do you think he’d react if he found out that innocent little armin was fucking his girlfriend like the slut she is?” he taunted, starting to kiss down your neck.

armin could be mean and his words could be cruel. but for some reason, his cruelty and taunts turned you on all the more. you couldn’t help but moan, babbling incoherent nonsense. armin chuckled, pulling away from your neck. moving one hand from your hip to your chin, he gripped it with his index and thumb.

smirking, he tilted your head side to side as if he was examining you. his blue eyes watched you like a hawk as he witnessed you going stupid on him. “i asked you a question, sweet thing. now answer it, or are you already too dumb on my fat fucking cock?” you just nodded your head, tears pricking your eyes.

playfully scoffing, armin shook his head. “is my dick better than jean’s? hm? go on. tell me.” armin gave a particularly harsh thrust, hitting just the right spot that sent you spiraling off the edge of pleasure. “yes! your c-cock is better! s’much better..” you whimpered helplessly, tears freely flowing down your cheeks now.

he laughed loudly, cooing in response to your words. “yeah, that’s what i thought. my poor baby isn’t being treated properly by her boyfriend,” moving his hand, he wiped the tears that dripped down your cheeks. “it’s okay. daddy’ll take care of you now..” his sweet words dripped off his tongue as your eyes rolled back in pleasure.

“g-gon, gonna.. g-gonna!” you couldn’t finish your sentence. your pussy clenched around him as you came, making him groan loudly in pleasure. “good girl. that’s a good fucking girl..” armin praised as he chased after his fast-approaching high. “gonna knock you up, okay? gonna give you my baby. you’re gonna have our baby, then you’ll be mine forever..”

all you could do was nod as armin gave one last thrust, whining as he burst inside of you. he pulled you close, holding you flush against his sweaty chest as his heavy load shot inside of you. loud moans escaped your parted lips as your sticky skin stuck to his.

what you did was wrong. you knew it. he knew it. the both of you knew it, but it still didn’t stop either one of you.

“hey sweetheart?”

you looked up, allowing your eyes to lock with his beautiful ocean blue ones. you tilted your head, a silent gesture to tell him to continue speaking. a wide smile spread across his face as he parted his lips.

“i love you too..”

#armin arlert #armin #aot smut #armin arlert smut #armin arlert x reader #armin arlert x reader smut #armin smut #armin aot #aot x reader #armin x reader #armin x y/n #armin snk #mdni #armin x reader smut #˗ˏˋ saturn’s stories ´ˎ˗#→˚₊·🐚 ੭* r.o.s | a. arlert

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heliiacus · 1 month

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to traverse this with you

tags: armin x reader, forced proximity, one bed (technically), reader is cold, armin is dreadfully concerned, reader uses she/her pronouns

warnings: none!

words: 1.4k | masterlist

They used to love one another, long ago. Not loudly, nor ferociously, or even in a way that the other knew about, but they did. She knows that now. It could have stayed simple. They could have stayed apart. It has been years since she's been deployed to Marley, to live and work under a secret identity; and grieve as she may have for him, she could have lived with it. She really could have. They could have stayed star-crossed, torn away by war, but things just had to get difficult. Now, with tensions rising, she is forced to relocate – to trek through the lone mountains in the desolate Marleyan wilderness, in an attempt to clandestinely reach a port outside Liberio. And in another world it would have, perhaps, been a task of a casual undertaking. It could have been simple. Were it not for him, by her side: the man she has grieved for this entire time. Were it not for this one simple, stupid mistake.

She didn't pack slow enough. That's the truth. There was no time. He'd stood by her door then, face pale and stricken, fists trembling at his sides, and he'd told her they were leaving; he'd told her they were leaving now.

She did not think. The man stood straight on the step of her door, one hand digging into the wood of its frame, and her feet worked faster than her mind did. She grabbed the things most important to her then. Her journal, the photographs tucked tightly into the worn sleeve. Razomov's poems. Some spare clothes.

She locked the door on her way out, sparing her last, fleeting thought on a wonder if she should hide the key. She did not think about the festering fall, or the cold that would soon grow rampant. She did not think of anything at all.

It was her fault, of course. It was. And now, as she lay in the middle of the night, trembling from head to toe and curled on her side, she is paying for it. Silently, she curses the gods that walk this earth, and she watches the man sleeping next to her with a misery akin to a beaten pup.

Surely, it would be alright. Surely, he would understand. Though years have passed, she can't, she just can’t think of a world where Armin would make fun of her. He lies so close to her, just within an arm's reach, and does she not know him? Were they not friends?

Are they not now?

His name leaves her mouth quietly; far quieter than she intended for it to be. He wakes immediately; so swiftly that she almost feels bad for it, for calling out to him. She said it softly, weakly; through her teeth, through the cold – through the hope that he won’t, in the end, hear it. That he won’t wake. And yet there he is, breath rattled as he rises, looking at her with a panic.

"Yes?" He asks briskly, looking around: at her, first, then the flap of the tent, then around them altogether. She can see, even in the near-dim light, that he's reaching for his blades. "Are you okay? What's wrong?"

His tone is levelled but alert, and her insides roil, the embarrassment burning her cheeks so steadfastly it almost beats the cold in her veins.

"I’m sorry," she says, sounding so disastrously pitiful – even to herself. "I really am, this is so stupid."

At this he relaxes, from what she can tell at least. His hold loosens on the blade, and then his hand slithers away from it altogether. He watches her, apprehensive and achingly kind.

"It's alright, Y/N. What's wrong? Tell me," he urges, sitting up higher. He levels her with a look, she can see that much; inspecting her, she thinks.

She sighs, exasperation building in her, and she tries to pick her words, one after the other melting once she sees the spark of gentle amusement grow in his gaze. Seeing it, her shoulders ease, and instead of toiling over words or excuses, she simply tells him: "It really is stupid. But it's too cold," she admits, reaching out her hands in front of her, both shaking with a fervor. "I’m usually not that sensitive, but I think I got too cold in the river earlier, and I’m not able to warm up. I can't sleep."

And there is no beat missed. Armin grabs her hand hastily, and he curses right after. "Rose. Y/N," he begins, crawling to her swiftly, and her mind reels. Then she feels the back of his hand at her throat. "You're cold as ice," he breathes out harshly, pulling his hands away from her. The gesture, so quick and efficient, has her head spinning. "I’m so sorry I didn't notice. Y/N, this is no joke, you're shaking like a leaf." He looks up at her again, meeting her eyes. There is panic in his, swirling in the timid light. "You need to, I mean–" then his gaze falls, and for a moment he sits there, between her sleeping place and his. She thinks she sees discomfort course through him, momentarily; she tries to parse through it, frame trembling, but all she comes to is the blankness that follows. "If you want,” Armin tells her, “but you really should, we could– we should sleep close together. I mean, I tend to be warmer than most, because of the titan, and I can make my temperature grow higher if you'll need it." He prattles on, a nervousness entering his voice, and his hands grow animated as he tries to explain himself, and she just stares at him, lost in the momentary absurdity.

An odd feeling strikes her altogether. A breathlessness, a certain turmoil – and then a nostalgic sense takes their place, one that leaves her so swiftly that she barely places it. He notices it, she knows he does – or perhaps he just calms beneath the weight of her stare, and all at once his energy dies down. His hands fall to his sides, and his shoulders ease, and then he looks at her with this careful, almost boyish look. “You need to warm up,” he tells her in concern, and there, as she sit shaking in full, she feels her embarrassment wash away.

“Please,” she tells him, her mind, once more, growing blank with the cold, and he crawls to her. He takes her blanket, and he pulls at her sleep roll, and then he ushers her closer.

Within moments, they lay side by side, sharing the two blankets on top of the both of them, and while she still trembles, he still gazes at her worrily.

"Would you–"

"Could I–"

They both fall quiet then, and she smiles at him plaintively, urging him to continue.

Armin swallows. "Would you like to come closer? I think it would help." Then he opens his mouth again, to supply, to no doubt ensure her that he's not trying to be a lecher but that he is simply worried, and she could laugh, she really could. Perhaps he sees it in her gaze, and his mouth stays shut; waiting, instead, for her reply.

She does not reply. She pulls herself closer to him, in-between his arms and right up against his chest, and though she may have felt embarrassed, or shy, or anxious about such a thing, it all melts away when she finally, mercifully feels warm. She hums instinctively, and Armin hums back at her, quieter, softer; the sound so oddly familiar. She feels his arms wrap around her, just around the top of her back, and then she is flush against him.

"Better?" He asks softly, and his voice rumbles in his chest.

"Much better," she admits, sighing. Slowly, she can feel the trembling seep out of her. Her hand curls around his shirt, feeling the buttons in her grasp. She wonders if he minds, but he neither tenses, nor says anything. "You really can control your temperature?" She asks him absently, trying not to focus on the scent of him she's caught, or the surprise she feels at it. Vanilla. Sweet vanilla.

"Mhm," he hums again, shifting just slightly. "It's cause we regulate temperature before and during transformation," Armin tells her, seemingly, at least to her, just as absent. She wonders to herself, quietly, if he is uncomfortable, and then she thinks she would know. Then she thinks a second time – and then she is not so sure. "Would you like me to..?"

"No, this is okay," she reassures him, and before she can stop it from leaving her mouth, she tells him: "This is good."

He squeezes at her. Paperlight, just a fraction; but enough so she could feel it, purposefully so. It pinches something in her chest, an odd, indescribable feeling settling there – a memory, fleeting and fast.

She rests her forehead against his chest in response, and realises she can feel him breathe this way. In, and out, deeply; oddly deep, as if it were artificial, as if he were telling himself when to inhale, then to exhale.

And it's not long before she feels all of her exhaustion crash on her. She sought to talk to Armin more, to soothe herself off this embarrassment, or to simply drag this moment longer, but she finds that she cannot. Lulled by the metronomic nature of his breathing, she feels herself begin to slip quickly.

"I'll sleep like this. Is that okay?" She asks him faintly.

She thinks she feels his chin rest on her head. She thinks he squeezes her again, pulling her closer, but it could be just her mind. "Sleep, Y/N," is all she hears, and then she is gone.

dividers by arlerts-angel

tag list: @arlerts-angel @sukunascrustyfinger @supersupper @nilaaaas @levistealeaf @katestrophes @siy-draws @ryoiii @funkkage

reblogs would be dearly appreciated 💗 part two coming on sunday

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kurosaaki · 2 years

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LUST MELODIES. — AOT MEN

A compilation of how the aot men’s moans sound like

TW: nsfw under the cut, mentions of sex and oral sex. f!reader.

CHARACTERS: eren, armin, jean, levi, reiner & porco.

A/N: i loved writing this. i hope you like it ;) support is always appreciated <3

pinch here to read the girls hc’s!

TAGS: @xiaoflwrs

EREN JAEGER

low and filthy

eren is a passionate lover—we all know that. when eren wants something, he always gets it. he has a dominating behaviour, and his first priority when he finally has you wrapped around his finger is making you feel good. he needs to see your legs trembling after making you his, he craves to see you sprawled on his bed muffling your sweet moans on his pillow while he enjoys the tightness of your pussy around him.

you’ll always hear eren’s heavy breath against your neck, you can’t escape his teal eyes as he rams inside you. his low grunts becoming more loud as he speeds up the pace, ignoring your poor cries and whispering the most naughty, filthy things he’s going to do to you once you stop being so nosy. the only time you’ll hear him whine is if you overstimulate him. good luck trying to do that with eren. he’s too impatient. but oh, if you make him moan—you should consider that a gift from heaven. eren moaning your name out loud? that would sound so pretty.

he secretly loves to have someone as passionate as him. eren feels like it’s the perfect way to set his wild nature free. think you can compete against an animal like him?

“c’mon, baby, i know you can take it. make me proud”

ARMIN ARLERT

broken and needy

armin’s voice sounds so pretty when you kiss—or bite him—on his sweet spots. his faint whines leaving his lips when you ride him makes you feel like you’re between clouds. it makes you forget everything going on around the two of you, it brings you to another world. he feels so overwhelmed when he feels your tight walls clenching around him that he needs to whisper between whimpers how good you make him feel.

he becomes a whiny mess when you ride him, specially when you’re face to face with him. his blue eyes close everytime you swivel your hips and everytime you bounce on his dick. he loves to muffle his moans biting your neck or by bringing one of your breasts to his mouth, leaving little pecks and licking it. he loves that position because you’re in control of every movement and you can also feel the pleasure. such a caring sweetheart, isn’t he?

he’s a sucker for someone who can dominate him for a while. but don’t be too confident with that, he can also be very intimidating in bed. do you prefer to see his baby blue eyes glimmering from the pleasure you give him or his breathless, serious gaze when you misbehave? armin can give you both. you just have to be careful, because he’s a smart guy. you’ll never know what he can do.

“you feel so good, baby” “you’re amazing, oh my god”

JEAN KIRSTEIN

soft and breathy

jean makes the most beautiful sounds when he’s inside you. just as armin, he gets lost when he feels how tight you are for him. he forgets everything around him, and he doesn’t care if someone hears him moaning your name out loud—because he’ll do it. he’ll moan your name when you roll your eyes, he’ll moan your name when he feels you’re about to come. he’ll just do it because you leave him breathless, almost dizzy when your lips graze his, looking for his soft embrace while he takes his time inside you, savouring the feeling of being one with you.

jean is the romantic type of lover, let’s be honest here. he’s always worshipping every inch of your body, making you feel like the goddess you are. his lips are all over your neck while his hand brings your leg up to make you feel more of him. he likes to take his time with you, and he adores to hear your moans mixing with his grunts when you’re close to reach your climax.

sex with jean always feels like it’s the last time you’ll ever feel him again. maybe that’s why you’re obsessed with his body, his face, his voice and his soul.

“you’re so pretty” “come for me, you’ve done so well, princess”

LEVI ACKERMAN

harsh and husky

it is not a surprise that humanity’s strongest loves to remind you who’s in charge when you are having sex. he likes to see you squirming from all the pleasure his tongue gives you—he eats you out like he’s starving, and he loves it when you pull on his hair when he focuses his movements on your core. he chuckles from time to time, the low vibrations of his voice tickling your overstimulated pussy can always bring you to the edge.

he’s such a tease, he loves to rub his finger between your wet folds before putting it inside to stretch you out. loves to see his girl making a mess. he’s a giver, but he won’t be gentle with you if you decide to go down on him. he’ll always be whispering how obedient you are for him, how much he loves to see you choking on his length, how you deserve a punishment for misbehaving and interrumpting his work.

hearing levi’s moans is something that happens once in a while—if you kiss his neck and leave a hickey there, if you stroke his dick slowly before he cums, or if you moan against his ear. he has such a pretty tone, it’s always nice to hear his grunts and his husky voice filling the room.

“you love making a mess, don’t you?” “such a bad girl, fuck”

REINER BRAUN

deep and heavy

everytime reiner gets to be inside you, his heart feels like it’s about to explode. you can see how his eyes gets darker when he realizes he can literally move you in any way he wants. legs up resting on his shoulders while he thrusts deeper into you, enjoying every sound you make. you feel butterflies when the warrior lets out a deep grunt, stopping his movements when it feels too good to cum.

reiner is a passionate lover, not as animalistic as eren but not as gentle as jean, it’s the perfect mixture of both. he knows how to bring you to the edge and how to make you beg for more even if you feel like you can’t take it anymore. you also know how to make him moan like a desperate man, but that only happens when you ignore his desire to cum.

given his stamina, he can last a couple rounds more without getting too tired. it’s on the final round when you can finally hear those beautiful moans he has hidden inside him. it’s not that he’s shy to let them out, but he prefers to hear you instead.

“does that feel good, sweetheart?” “let me hear you, baby”

PORCO GALLIARD

sharp and hungry

he takes sex like it’s a competition. he’s the most competitive guy you’ll ever meet. sometimes, when he’s balls deep inside you, you can hear those grunts he makes and he always sounds like he’s mad at something—is he mad because he never got to taste someone’s pussy like yours? is he mad because he knows that everyone else wants his girlfriend? or is he mad because he feels like this is something he can’t win?

you’ll never know. the only thing you’re sure of, is that behind those hungry, deep groans he makes and those furrowed eyebrows, there is a more gentle version of the competitive guy you’re just fucking. and the only way to know that guy is by giving him the blowjob of his life. he can sound angry at first, but if you know how to play with him and how to make him mad, he’ll eventually give up on trying to be the dominant one.

that’s when you finally hear his soft, almost quiet moans. he’ll never admit it, but he’s shy as hell when he makes those sounds. maybe he likes the “mad guy” facade more than the “weak one” because it fuels his ego, but you’re the one who can decide which one you want.

“you like that?” “fuck, of course you do”

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yuckarmin · 11 months

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class prez!armin who realizes he doesn’t even the time to masturbate because of his packed schedule, so when you asked him to tutor him he almost came in his pants cause he thinks your fucking gorgeous.

class prez!armin who treats you better than any other guy ever has. making sure you understand everything he’s teaching you. going over it as many times as you need.

class prez!armin who’s trying he’s very best to hide the raging boner he’s got cause you leaned over to grab a pencil that he accidentally dropped and you accidentally flashed him.. “oops! sorry about that.. what were you saying ‘min?”

class prez!armin who’s mind is running wild, his head fill of fantasies of fucking you on this table right now, letting anybody see how he’s absolutely destroying your insides and filling you up!

class prez!armin who’s dick twitches everytime you ask him a question…he feels so bad, he really does. you just want academic help but your mini skirt and crop top don’t leave much to imagination

class prez!armin who isn’t very good at hiding the fact that he’s got the hots for you…his breath is always hitched and he’s sweating like crazy so even you for it wasn’t hard to put two and two together…

class prez!armin who wastes no time fisting his cock to the thought of you. your mouth on him, circling his tip while your hands makes their way up and down. “f-fuck! keep doing that…feels so good…”

class prez!armin who finally gets his chance to make a move on your when you invite him over to do some extra studying after the library closes…

#ivy’s works ૮ ♡ ੭ #armin x reader #attack on titan #attack on titan x reader #armin x reader smut #armin arlert #armin arlert x reader #armin aot #snk reader #aot x reader #armin arlert x reader smut #snk headcanons #armin x reader headcanons #aot headcanons

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woodle-isbae · 29 days

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Lazy day

Armin x Blk!Reader

Warnings : dry humping , not proofread , everyone is still fully clothed , sub armin? , smut

Enjoy 💕

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A nice Saturday afternoon, just you and Armin , cuddled together on the couch as you guys watched TV , nothing to exciting

"I'm so bored baby.."He groaned , face hidden between your breasts and arms wrapped around your waist

"Mhmm.."you simply hummed , actually invested in the show playing .

After a while you felt him shifting on you ,but decided to ignorebit until he wouldn't stop

"Minnie..your distracting me baby"You said looking down to meet his needy eyes and his mouth slightly agape ,then it clicked

Oh this boy was dry humping you?

"m'Sorry..but I can't help myself" I said as he continued to brush his bulge against your inner thigh , burying his head in your breasts

"Min..look at me..please baby?" You lifted his head and looked him in the eyes as his breathing began to shake , his bulge finding your clothed slit and pressing against it

"I said I was bored..mm.."He whispered in your ear as he continued grinding on you , making sure to give you both pleasure

His pace quickening as moans and profanities filled the room , pulling eachother closer to get more friction as you sloppily kissed

"Shit..I'm gonna c-" you were cut off with Armin quickly kissing you , his moans filling your mouth as he humped you at a fast pace , he obviously was about to c☆m

After a few sloppy but hard thrusts you both came , all while clothed. He slumped down onto you , trying to catch his breath

"Round two in the bedroom?" He cocked his head up at you

"Bet." Smiling as you giggled at him

woodle_isbae ♡

#aot x black reader #chubby!reader #aot #aot x reader #armin smut #armin arlert x reader smut #armin arlert #armin aot #armin x reader #modern au #azana #armin arlet x reader #sub armin arlet #armin arlet smut #armin arlet

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arminsumi · 6 months

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PLS PLS PLS IM BEGGING FACE SITTING W ARMIN BUT DOM VERSION 🙏🏾🙏🏾🙏🏾

S*T ON MY F*CE

↳ ARMIN アルミン + fem!reader

Note : idk if u meant him dom or reader dom so i made both lol 🫡 also the censoring of the title made me giggle its so dumb i just did it for visual reasons

Summary : faceriding/sitting with your boy Min... both a sub and dom version :)

Warnings 1/dom ver. : minors do not interact/read : smut/explicit content : daddy kink, face sitting/riding, mean dom Armin, dirty talk, begging, use of "good girl" and "wh*re" and "sl*t", after care

Warnings 2/sub ver. : sub Armin, mean dom reader, use of "good boy"

. . . Dom!Armin ver.

"Rub that pussy on my face. Don't fucking stop or daddy's gonna give you another spanking. Understood?"

"Yes daddy!" you whine, lowering your pussy and feeling his tongue lap at your folds immediately.

He's ruthless, latching his lips onto your clit when he knows he's fucked you to oversensitivity. Suckling while flicking his tongue against it.

He seethes in annoyance when you try lift your hips to have a breather from the pleasure.

"Who said you could take a break?" he said icily. "You're making daddy mad, baby. Being a bad girl... you know what bad girls get?"

"P-punishment...?"

"Aw, so you do have a thought behind those pretty eyes. I thought for a second I fucked your brains out and turned you into a dumb slut." he condescends in a saccharine voice. "Now you be good and stay right fucking there while I eat this pussy, yeah? Can you do that for me, precious?"

You nod and let out a raw moan.

He locks you in place, veiny forearms and hands hooking around your thigh's underside to secure that position. During times like these, he likes to show off that underneath his cute puppy face he's a strong man. His abs flex excitedly when he feels your cream dribbling down his chin.

"Mmm! Daddy daddy daddy I'm gonna cummm~"

"Hmmm?" he hums, lips flush against your pussy hole while he wriggles his tongue inside. He pulls back and looks up at you. "You wanna cum on my face? Beg for it."

"Oh but please—"

"—beg. For. It."

He edges you with his tongue, teasing your slit, nibbling at your labia, suckling everywhere except your clit just to frustrate you. Then he builds you up to orgasm and repeats the process, never letting you get your relief.

"Daddy daddy daddy please! I'm your good girl! I'll do anything— I'll do fucking anything for daddy! I'm d-daddy's little whore! Please let me cum, please! G-gimme my orgasm, please!"

He cracks a smile. Such an Armin smile. So sweet and genuine. He's so pleased with you.

"Then cum." he's curt before suckling your clit once more, denting his fingers into your thigh hard enough to make you feel like your skin is bruising.

"Cum cum cum, ohhh cum baby — that's it. Cum for daddy. Watch daddy rub that little clit. Goooood girl." he's frantically thumbing your clit, making your tremble and shake and roll your eyes back.

"Daddy, I'm cumming!"

"Good fuckin' girl. Aw look at that pussy cum... so perfect." he watches you become breathless, relishing in how you grind your pussy onto his mouth.

He licks your slit slowly, savoring the juices dribbling out your convulsing hole, while you pant and come down from your orgasm.

"D-daaaddyyyy..." you shakily croak.

"I know baby, that was a lot, hm?" he kisses your clit, "But you did so good for me. Let's go get a bath running, yeah? Aw, my girl you look so dazed it's cute."

You cling to him happily, smiling to yourself while he takes you to the bathroom.

"Hey..." he plucks a kiss, "Can you taste yourself on my lips?" he winks.

"How embarrassing!"

He giggles cutely. "Sorry. But you taste good. Really good. Could eat you for breakfast lunch and dinner."

"Stop." you laugh.

"Seriously, that was a full-course meal. I'm so full." he keeps going, slowly receding into that dorky loverboy side of himself who lovingly helps you wash up.

. . . Sub!Armin ver.

"Fuck my face, please. Fuck my face with your pussy. Wanna feel you c–cum on my tongue."

He's a whimpering, pathetic mess with skewed glasses and a blissed-out expression. Nothing puts him in this crazed horny state quite like being sat on by you.

Min thinks he's in heaven between your thighs. He inhales your scent and it makes his dick stand up straight in his tight, belted pants. He didn't bother to take off his tie or shirt; he laid there looking like a good academic boy.

"Thank you... thank you." he mumbles into your wet folds, slurping up and down your slit and kissing your pussy like you're a goddess he's worshipping.

"Ooh, you're such a fucking loser, Armin~ it's cute."

You roll your hips against his face, clutching his bangs tight. He can feel you tug his hair, it makes his cockbead leaky.

"I'm a l-loser for you." he whimpers. "Ride my face harder, please! I'll beg you!"

"Then beg me."

You press your pussy harder against him and he drowns in it. His veiny pale hands cling to your thighs like they're his lifeline.

"Mmmf~ ride my face please ride my fucking face. It tastes so good d-don't get off. J-j–just use me, use my mouth."

"So cute..."

He cums in his pants when you ride his face harder. A gooey load spurts into the fabric, you can smell it and taunt him. Your degrading words just turn him on more.

"Cum on my face! Pleaaase!" he's trying so hard to make you cum; rolling the tip of his tongue into your hole and fucking into it, lapping at your slit and gulping and gasping against your labia. Kissing your clit. Suckling it. Giving sweeping motions to it.

And his jaw and mouth are so tired but it's worth it when he feels your hips shudder on his face, and your pusssy dribbles cream out.

"Miiin~!"

"Did I do good? Am I a good boy?" he pants, looking up at you with baby blue eyes from below.

"Yeah... my good boy. You did so well..." you smile down at him and his heart flutters.

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