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smut/imagine requests are now open! just click my “ask me” section on my homepage and submit whatever you’d like! i do have certain boundaries for smuts, so here’s a list of categories i am uncomfortable doing/writing..

smuts (possible tw!!!!)

- any sort of age pl*y 

- non con

- kinks involving bodily waste

- smuts involving older teens (who are still minors | my harry potter fics are based either in the time skip, or in the 7th+ years)

- inc*st (stepcest is tbd for now)

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However... I will write

-degradation

-edging

-dacryphilia

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last updated 12/20/23

Oh Eren cheats a lot.

He always promises that all of those girls don’t matter to him but deep down you know you deserve better than that, wich is why you decide to hit up his best friend and roommate Armin.

He’s so sweet and carring, exactly what you need right now.

"Y/n I-I don’t think this is a good idea…"

He speaks softly, trying not to sound harsh since you seem so vulnerable.

"Please Min…" you pout him while sliding your hands down his back. "You wouldn’t want to make me sad, would you?" You’re innocent eyes look up at him trough your lashes.

"what? No of course not!" He would never hurt you on purpose! You’re such a cute girl just looking for love and attention. Eren wouldn’t want him to ignore your needs right? So it can’t be that wrong that he slides his fingers down your panties, playing with you’re clit while leaving wet kisses all over your neck.

"You’re a really special girl right y/n?" He looks at you expectant. You nod slowly while whining at his fingers entering you’re tight and already clenching hole. "Exactly, and special girls deserve a special treatment right?" He asks, voice so kind and gentle it feels like a Melodie in your ears.

"y-yes." You mumble quietly in response, focusing on the pleasure that his fingers make you feel.

"That’s right, I’ll give you your princess treatment if he’s not smart enough to do so."

He gives you a warm smile while he speeds up his movements, leaving you trembling in his lap. "Min, c-can I please cum?" You whisper with tears gathering at the corners of your eyes. You’re still used to asking for everything since Eren would brutally punish you if you didn’t.

"Of course my love, but promise me that from now on you’ll come to me for things like this yeah?" He asks. He wants to take care of you, and he wants you to prioritize him. "Say you’re mine and I’ll make you always feel good when you’re sad, just like right now." His other hand makes it’s way up to your chest, where he roughly pinches your nipple before twisting it lightly.

"I promise I’ll be yours Min." You whine desperately while feeling your orgasm building up. "That’s my pretty girl." He teasingly smiles at you as he feels you tightening up while coming on his fingers.

From now on things changed, whenever Eren left you alone in his room, crying cause he’s probably out flirting with other girls, you didn’t have to waste your time being sad.

You just walk over to Armin’s room, where he welcomes you with open arms a cock to pacify you. Armin really is the sweetest <3

Whoever sent this ask just know I love u, I was so exited to write this!!! 🫶🏾💗

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Jean version (3k+)

always thinking about riding armin. <3

tw: penetrative sex, creampie, exhabitionism.

it was only supposed to be a nice date, wholesome even. a bike ride into a more secluded part of the forest to have a picnic together for some much needed quality time. and it was just that, for a little while anyway.

but now your blouse is pulled up to expose your tits to the warm, spring breeze. and your skirt's bunched up at your waist, giving armin the perfect view of his weeping cock sliding in and out of your sopping wet cunt.

he's laying on the red plaid blanket you brought with you. his shirt unbuttoned, giving you a perfect view of the pink and purple love bites you left behind earlier that start at his collarbones and end just above the base of his cock. he was so shy at first, half-heartedly resisting you as your made your decent down his body.

"c'mon baby, someone might see us."

its almost funny how only minutes ago he was worried about voyeuristic eyes, and now he's writhing underneath you. an abundance of moans and whines erupting from his parted lips. hes so far gone now, so totally and completely fucked out of his mind that he couldn't care less.

his hands have an almost bruising force behind them as he grips onto your waist to help give you momentum as you bounce over and over again. his voice cracks as he moans your name, and it only makes you slam your hips down harder.

the coil inside you is winding tighter and tighter the longer you ride him, and you can tell armin isn't far behind. his whole body is flushed, tears are welling up in his eyes, and he can't stop bucking his hips up to meet yours.

you pry his hands off you, intertwining your fingers with his as you slam yourself down one last time. you grind down onto him, and you both let out high pitched groans. he's just so deep. and the feeling of your puffy clit rubbing against the toned muscle of his lower abdomen has you seeing stars. youre only brought back when you hear armin cry out to you.

"fuck baby, 's so good. love you s'much.. keep fucking me, please. please, fuck me."

and why would you ever say no to him when he asked so nicely?

you grind on him at a fervent speed, throwing your head back when you feel his tip nudge against the spot that makes you feel like you're melting. you squeeze his hands in an attempt to ground yourself, but hearing him whimper out how pretty you look on top of him has the coil finally snapping.

armin loses himself in the way your cunt somehow sucks him in even deeper, fluttering and clenching around him as you fall onto his chest. he wraps one arm around you, while he entagles this other hand into your hair. he thrusts up into you, prolonging your release as he finds his.

your eyes are squeezed shut, and all you can hear over the filthy sounds of skin slapping skin and your own moans is his choked out whine.

"m'cumming! fuck baby, m'cumming!"

it's then that you feel him throbbing inside you as he shoots ropes of white into your pretty little cunt. you stay on top of him for a while before you slid off to lay down on the blanket as you try to catch your breath. when you turn to check on armin, you find that he's already looking at you like he's in a daze.

you both let out breathy laughs as you readjust your clothes and scoot closer to one another until your head is on his chest and his arm is around your body. you lay in a comfortable silence for a while, drawing absent-minded shapes on each other with your fingertips until he finally speaks up.

"that was really risky."

"i think you like it risky."

he laughs as he tilts your chin up so that you're looking at him. he kisses you gently at first, but he's quick to deepen it. he keeps his lips on yours as he climbs on top of you, caging you in his arms and slotting his knee between your legs until he brushes against your still sensitive cunt. you gasp, and he chuckles as he nudges you again.

"yeah, i think you're right."

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it’s fascinating how such a small object can subject you to such feelings of trepidation and unease.

you feel silly, however, you suppose these feelings are warranted as you stare at the small key held between two of your fingers. how are you supposed to be one hundred percent sure that he’s okay with this? armin had given it to you weeks ago . . . months ago, even. “use it whenever,” he told you. “i don’t even have to be home.”

he could just be saying that.

you’ve held off on it for so long — and you’re aware he’s noticed. armin’ll never say anything about it, though. that’s the kind of guy he is . . . patient, caring, understanding, likes to let you go through and process situations like these, especially regarding your relationship, on your own time without hovering. and while you appreciate it, sometimes you feel comparatively . . . inane. because while it’s a first relationship for the both of you, armin seems to have it all down pat.

it’s as though he’s mastered the course of perfect partner 101 while you’re still on the first lesson.

it’s just a key, you tell yourself.

he even went out of his way to find one of those key customizer booths and have it layered with a matte baby pink and an engraving of your initials on it . . see. he’s so sweet, it’s vexing.

it’s just a key.

timidly, you lead the ridges of the blade through the slat of the doorlock. there’s a sharp twist as you rotate it towards the left and come the door opening seconds later, you’re greeted with the welcoming scent of woodsy vanilla.

his loft is quiet . . it always is, never mind the building sitting right within the heart of the city. it’s high, though, maybe that’s why . . perched on the highest floor of an old industrial building that got renovated only five or so years back. the wall of windows are all triple paned.

you love armin’s loft.

while modernized with hanging, matte black light fixtures in the kitchen, a seventy inch flat screen that reverts into the floor of his living area whenever no longer needed, and a navy blue, six seater berlin module sectional, there still remains a sort of, timeless, charming edge to it all. you think it’s the open, dark bricked walls and lone canvases of art propped up about — an unfinished chess game still rested upon the living room table and slabs of intricate wood carvings plopped here and there. it’s all so very, armin. so very warm and soothing and poised.

you kick off your shoes in the foyer and push them beside his new balance 550s. it’s comical how small your uggs look beside them.

there’s nothing heard within his loft. it’s eerie.

“ ‘min?” you find yourself subconsciously tiptoeing across dark wood floors, around the sectional to head for the steel, black staircase against the wall. it opens into a second level where his desk, computer, and california king bed all coincide. “minnie?”

he’s home.

you view the slow rise and fall of his bare back from your position at the top of the steps, noting how his sheets are thrown over the slim line of his hips and how one of his legs hangs from over the side of the bed, bare as well. the woodsy vanilla you smelled upon first entering was his favorite incense. they burn atop of his desk a few feet away from him. oh, he’s completely knocked.

you strip out of your outside clothes before slowly climbing in beside him, hesitatingly pushing in close . . needy for his warmth.

you’ve never known a person could be such a pretty sleeper before meeting armin. though half of his face is smooshed against his pillow, he still appears to be posing for a catalogue — with the fluffs of gold atop of his head stuck this way and that, still beautifully managing to frame the bone structure of his face. he breathes out of his nose, slow and deep. and without his glasses obstructing your view, you can individually count each of his long, pale eyelashes and the faint, very, very faint, traces of freckles peppering the bridge of his nose.

such a pretty boy.

you push yourself closer, wanting his touch.

he wears nothing but a pair of shorts. with a slow finger, you trace the line of his back, across the smooth bumps of sinew to his shoulder and arm.

you admire how lithe he is. armin isn’t necessarily buff. you think most of the food he eats goes straight to his feet and cock. he’s agile . . limber. there are the muted lines of abs that carve into his torso and his back flexes with hard cords, it’s more of his arms that reveal his true strength. his biceps and shoulders are quite noticeable, especially when he wears a compression shirt every once in a while. when you softly wrap your fingers around his tricep and grip, you breathe out a little sigh.

it’s your touch that suddenly has his eyes creaking open.

you see the first peeks of pretty, cobalt blue and quickly, you’re snatching your hand away to tuck it under your chin and apologize with a rising flush burning your cheeks, “oh, i’m . . i’m sorry,” you whisper. “i didn’t wanna wake you.”

he blinks softly a few times, clearly gathering his bearings before giving a little, sleepy smirk, “you used your key,” he mumbles.

he’s such a tease.

“shush.” you watch him open an arm and akin to metal and a magnet, you’re gravitating and fusing your body against his. he’s warm — solid as much as he is soft. you melt with a small mewl and close your eyes, nuzzling into him. it feels so nice.

“mmm,” planting a small kiss upon your forehead, armin then wraps his arm around your waist and grumbles out, “missed my baby. how was your day?”

you don’t want to think about it.

the main reason you even used your key for the first time was because you needed him. you refused to wait until later on tonight to bathe within his touch and affection. you’re impatient. a little thing who’s always restless and avid. through a sigh, you admit it, “not good.”

armin makes a small sound of regard, “. . wanna talk about it now or later?”

“later, please?” you’re burying your face within the pocket of his neck, the one that smells like soap and just pure, unrefined him. “wan’ nap . . with you.”

“mkay,” one more kiss then a small, cheeky grip of your butt. “close your eyes and sleep, baby.”

you sigh out a little, “okay,” doing just as he says. there’s darkness for a couple seconds. it stands before you, looming and quiet, until it draws nearer and completely swathes your entire being.

you don’t know when you wake up.

you’re just aware of how.

it’s to a sudden thrush of pleasure suddenly shooting up your spine from your cunt. it causes you to, quite literally, gasp yourself awake, and out of reflex, snap your legs closed — only, you can’t . . because there’s a head between them. how long armin’s been down there? you aren’t sure of that neither. it’s had to be a while though, because on a particular thrust of two of his fingers inside of you, there’s a loud, disgusting squelch. it’s a mess. the sheets underneath your ass are soaked with a mixture of your slick and his saliva and his cheeks are smeared with it, too.

“m-minnie,” you whimper his name and go to lift your legs, holding them by the back of your knees far out of the way, just how he likes. “oh my gosh.”

his glasses are still off. you view the darkness of raw voracity and need that wades within the blues of his eyes as his tongue strokes your clit with wide, rough sweeps. “you had no panties on,” he soon utters, lifting his head to watch his own fingers push and pull out of the soppy wetness that is your pussy. they work with a certain finesse, the screw technique, one where he drives them in and tugs them free, all while continuing to revolve and pivot his wrist. the approach always gets you creaming within a matter of seconds. “. . what did you wear today?”

you hesitate to answer. it was a simple mistake, honest. sometimes you genuinely do forget to put them on, you never sleep with them anyhow.

when you refuse to talk, his eyes are lifting up again.

it’s rare to see armin so . . . dark. there’s only been a single, previous occurrence that’s ignited your boyfriend’s few, pissed off nerves — a few months ago, after attending a music festival together with all your friends. you suppose he had enough with all the stares and sly remarks you’d received all that day because the minute you both stepped foot over your hotel room’s threshold, he practically snatched your fun, little outfit off and fucked you then and there, on the floor. it’s fairly chilling. because you never really know when the switch happens. he’s exceptional at hiding his true feelings behind a handsome smile, albeit, you suppose you take that back. his eyes are always what gives it away. they grow cloudy and cold, always an immediate disclosure.

he’s mumbling, “okay,” while pulling his fingers free. the puffed hole of your cunt winks at him, clearly grumpy with the sudden change. you’re spoiled. you and your pussy. armin had noticed the change only recently. as sweet and good as you are, you don’t do well with . . directions. you like to have it your way and your way always, disregarding armin only ever giving you rules when he knows they’re for your own greater good.

“it was an accident,” you’re whimpering, little hand falling between your legs while he stands at the foot of the bed and pulls down his shorts. prime example. you start to rub at your clit with tight, firm, little circles. left to your own devices, you’d probably force yourself to cum until you couldn’t cum anymore if he weren’t here . . which presents rule number one, ask for permission before touching. now, armin isn’t too strict with this one, he’ll be honest — bodily autonomy and all. however, he’s had a front row seat, yes, indisputably, to watching you make yourself cum until you screwed your own fucking brains out. you have no sense of a limit . . it’s . . . a challenging thing sometimes, because once you’re there, you never like to stop.

he blames it all on your schooling, honestly. you’ve told him it’s the only way you’re really able to destress — by cumming over and over and over again until you can’t take it anymore and, it makes sense. doesn’t mean he thinks it’s healthy, nonetheless.

so, he wastes no time in pushing your hand away preceding him grabbing you by the hips and forcing you on your hands and knees, chest bowed against the bed, “and you took the train here, right?” he spits on his tip prior to finding the seam of your lips. you lean into his touch like the needy thing you are and he watches how you give a meager, little nod. “hm.” he takes his time, rubbing it up and down, tapping the fleshy crown of his cock right on that clit, making you leak until you whimper and wiggle your hips.

spoiled fucking rotten you are.

“rules, rules, rules,” he sighs, spanning the length of his hand against the arch of your back to force you even lower. your ass perks higher in the air like that — it’s fat, round, perky. he can’t help but swat a thick, nice smack to it . . you’re asking for it. “you’re a little troublemaker, you know that?”

as if to prove a point, your hands reach back and you spread the cheeks of your ass . . nice and wide for him to see it all. as big of a brat as you can be, and as much as you seemingly love to press his buttons, you’ve also managed to learn to counter your own entitled ways. “ ‘m sorry, daddy,” you whimper. prime example number two. you’d do something he doesn’t appreciate and always accept that you were a bit of a terror. you never argue . . always admit. you’re still a good girl. this is why he can never stay upset with you for too long.

“mm,” he bends and kisses between the two, deep dimples that crater your lower back. “m’sweet girl,” another one at your spine. “my baby.”

his touch is tender. it makes you emit a precious whine of gaiety while spreading yourself further.

straightening out, armin strokes his cock. once, twice, then breaches his way in. “can n-never,” he tries not to melt too fast. you feel good — always feel so fucking good . . the best pussy he’ll ever have in his life. “be mad at you f-for too long, god.”

it’s a lot for you, too. you feel yourself stretching further and further, walls working adamantly to swallow it all to the base. “papa,” you mewl and sniff, suddenly overwhelmed. it’s too much sometimes, you think. your cunt is only so deep, occasionally there are times when armin has to work himself in slowly . . half an inch, even, regardless of you being wet enough to outline an entire puddle below you both with your slick. “t-too big.”

clicking his tongue, armin cautiously pulls out. “okay, baby. hold on.”

he’s walking over to his nightstand, heavy dick held within his hand to keep it from annoyingly bobbing as he does. he opens is, rummages around for a moment, then produces a moderate sized bottle of lube. when he’s back behind you, you make sure to keep yourself stretched nice and open to give him the open canvas of dribbling some across both your holes.

“eek!” you squeal come the sensation of it, trickling its way down the cleave of your ass. “minnie ‘s cold!”

“need to discipline you somehow.”

he hears you grumble while he’s fisting his cock. you paint a pretty picture for him . . still holding your ass open, perked in the air. your nails are done, of course. this time, long and almond shaped with pearls and glitter all over . . there’s a cursive ‘ A ‘ that’s written on your ring fingers — matches the one that dangles from your neck on a thin, gold chain. “oh, fuck,” he breathes, suddenly wracked with a wave of just . . clear, unalloyed, plain out want. “s-stay still for me, pretty . . let me look at you.”

the squishes of his fist working his cock are loud. you nibble upon your bottom lip, turning your head downwards to get a good view of him. “hmm,” you give a sweet, little giggle and sway your hips . . slow and enticing. there you go again. a fucking minx. “i wore a skirt today, daddy.”

“mm, i know,” armin sighs, arm pumping. “i s-saw. just wanted you to say it. to admit it to daddy.”

one of your hands is releasing a globe and then you’re reaching down between your legs to divide the flesh of your pussy lips and open them — revealing fine, glimmering, bubble gum pink bordered by the sweet brown of your skin. “ ‘m sorry,” you sniffle through a pout. “forgive me.”

armin strokes his cock a little faster, “aweee,” it’s shaky as he drags it out through a low, smooth chuckle. “you are such a little . . .”

it’s no surprise when he pushes back inside. this time the glide is much, much smoother. you choke on your next inhale, eyes crossing, you think.

“y-yeah,” he smiles at your sudden silence, grabs hold of your wrists, holds them together within one of his hands, and gathers a nice, steady, solid rhythm. “take that fuckin’ dick, baby.”

your ass bounces off of his hips . . plump and fleshy — striped with rugged lines of stretched skin. it’s so pretty. you’re so pretty. “ungh!” your hands hold onto his. you keep your arch, losing yourself in the fervor of his desire and need. it’s perfect, it’s everything you need right now. you don’t want to think or stress or worry. in the far part of your empty brain, you think this is what you were made for — to lay pretty and get fucked. just by him. just by your daddy, no one else. “yes,” you squeak. his balls tap solidly against your bulging clit with each forward thrust. your cunt thanks him with a sudden splatter of cream.

“ooh shit,” armin moans and lets your wrists go to simply grab onto your hips and force you to meet him halfway, pound for pound. “look at that . .”

you find yourself a bit embarrassed. squeaking, you bury your face into an arm while reaching down for your cunt to blindly shield it away.

“no,” your arm is now pinned to the mattress beside your head. it leaves armin looming over you, his front to your back. “s-stay still.” he adores when you make a mess. “cream on your fuckin’ dick.”

you’re whimpering, little fingers wriggling against his grasp, “y-you’re so . . mmph, g-gross.” it’s dire how different of a person he becomes as soon as the warm, gushy walls of your pussy are hugged around his cock. while needy, he’s still demanding. whining and huffy, he’s still expectant for you to be good — to take everything he provides. you feel his lips against the slope of your neck, his hand intertwined within yours as his other arm wraps around your waist in order for his opposite fingers to toy with your clit.

“ ‘ll always, fuck, forgive you,” he moans into that tender area of skin beneath your ear. “n-need you to be . . good for me, though.”

brainlessly, you’re nodding, breaths choppy, voice strained, “i’ll be good. i’ll b-be . . good. yr’good girl — promise, daddy.”

smack! armin rolls your ass cheek between the lines of his fingers and gives it a jiggle, “mmm, god, i love you,” he’s fucking you harder, no longer caring to leave an inch or so out . . he buries it all, deep inside of you, squeezing your hand back when you grip his with a hard sob pushed out of your chest. “g-gonna fuckin’ marry you,” he’s whimpering, dropping to his knees and framing them around yours. the position allows him to hump more than pound and naturally, the tip of his cock finds the sensitive dollop of your g spot. it’s as though it’s an activation button to your tears.

you’re nearly weeping when you warble out a pitchy, “oh f-fuck,” only to receive another thick swat to the ass. armin has never been too fond of you cursing, however, you simply can’t help it.

“yeah,” he’s groaning and honing in on it, it seems. he rocks and presses his hips into your ass, making sure you feel it. your knees begin to slip . . inch by inch. you can no longer hold yourself up. armin simply lets you fall, he lets you plop onto your tummy, presses his hands flat upon the bed on either side of your head and raises himself, easily, into a plank.

“daddy, please.” you’re overwhelmed. you need him to take it easy — give you a breather.

“be a big girl and take it.”

he’s resumed pounding you — god, it’s filthy . . the sounds that is. damp skin clapping and your pussy frothing around his cock. your eyes roll into your skull. you’re close. you feel it. “ungh, unh, hmph . . unh!” there’s a hand underneath your chin, forcing your head back. your eyes are leering open, finding armin above you, eyes focused on your lips. he says only one word, “open.”

it’s immediate. your lips part open and you loll your tongue out on show, awaiting the moment he lets a warm seep of his spit dribble from his lips and onto the slat of it. you swallow with a low, content hum, rolling your tongue back out once more to display it. the sight makes armin’s balls swell. “g-god, you make me feel so fuckin’ good,” he whispers before pushing his lips against yours, beckoning your tongue into his own mouth to give a suckle to.

it’s only right you do the same to his.

you’ve realized a long time ago that the two of you are . . kind of disgusting. nevertheless, it’s the grossness of it all that makes your clit thump a little harder, your orgasm approach quicker. it’s armin kissing you until you’re struggling to breathe, him pulling away only to slip a few fingers in your mouth, lift up, then slowly start to creep his opposite thumb inside the tight, puckered hole of your ass. you’re soon full from all ends, it’s . . mind staggering. you’re gone — eyes indelibly stuck within the back of your head, legs trembling, muscles tensing.

“l-lobve . . you,” you babble softly around his fingers. “love you. i laoveyou, lobve g’you.”

oddly, it’s the forehead kiss he deposits right within the center of your brows after you prattle out your sweet sentiments that kindles your orgasm. you cum with a hard inhale. your fingers fist the sheets until your knuckles pale and you feel his fingers pull from your mouth in order to wrap around the column of your throat.

you have a bad habit of biting the sheets to muffle your sounds. armin forces you to keep your head up, forces each of those hiccupy, loud cries out of your mouth to echo within his loft with each thrust he continues to give as your pussy pulses and lathers bubbles of milk around his cock. “dad — dy — please — hng!”

he’s close. he’s so fucking close.

“look at me,” once more, he’s lifting your head. he needs your face, and you obey, holding onto his hand on your throat with one of yours. you’re so fucking beautiful. make up completely ruined, eyes overlaid in tears. he cums as he kisses your lips, burying himself as deep as he can, balls smooshed against the bead of your clit. “ohhh fuck,” he’s panting into your mouth, circling his hips in tight circles to work it in nice and deep. “my b-baby . . ungh, fuck.”

his finger is removed before his cock. he pulls both out slowly, making sure you prepare yourself for the withdraw before doing anything. you’re flipped over onto your back and legs opened soon after. the picture of his cum gradually leaking out of your battered cunt is always so pretty. armin then lays himself beside you, propped up on an elbow, “mm,” he pulls you in close, tucking your face into his neck. and like that, he holds you, hand at the back of your head, arm around your waist. kisses — he powders them everywhere while you sniff and curl against him. “felt good? w . . was i too rough?”

there’s that drastic change again. it’s . . comical honestly. you’re giggling and laying your head upon his bicep, watching him slowly begin to smile. “what?”

“you’re jus’ silly.”

“ ‘m silly?”

languidly, you nod, “mhm.”

you’re so cute. too cute. you watch armin lean over and reach toward the nightstand. he’s unfolding his glasses prior to sliding them on and leaning in to kiss your lips, “gonna run us a bath,” he tells you. there’s a blush hanging high upon his cheeks — rosy and bright. “bath, ‘m gonna order food, and then we’re gonna talk about your day, okay? . . specifically about you wearing skirts on a train with no underwear.”

face burning, you swat at his chest as he smirks and stands, “i said i was sorry.”

“mhm,” he’s walking to the bathroom while he speaks. “you see where it got you.”

i need him . . like so bad ໒꒰ྀི˶ ◞ ˕ ◟ ˶ ꒱ྀི১ .

Study Break (A.Arlert x Fem!Reader)

Warnings: Smut, praise, PillowPrincess!Reader, grinding(?)

Notes: So like, school, am I right? Also my physics class is kicking my ass right about now. If you want to send in a request for Kinktober or literally anything else feel free to do so!

Word Count: 1,410

It's been hours, going over different problems that all use the same method, sitting in the same position, and staring at the same beautiful face.

It started when I asked Armin if he could help me with the physics work, using the excuse of it being too confusing to understand when in reality I didn't really need the help. Just seeing him in class with that white button up shirt and how he folds the sleeves up to his elbow. His black dress pants which were accompanied by a black leather belt. He looked so pretty just sitting in class, too pretty to not kiss or touch. 

We sat on his bed, books and papers spread all over it. He sat near the headboard while I sat in front of him, on the opposite end. He looked so peaceful right now, his blue eyes fixed on a math problem, his pencil twirling in his hands. They were so pretty, soft and always cold. His fingers are thin and gentle to the touch. 

No matter what I'm doing I always seem to find myself admiring him, mainly his hands, but he's just so nice to look at, if I could I'd watch him all day. "So what'd you get for number 14?" He asked, snapping me out of my thoughts. "Oh um, 3.1×10¹³ micrograms." I responded, quickly looking down at my notebook. He nodded and smiled, "Do you really need the help? You seem to be doing fine." I gave him a confused look, "You've gotten everything right and I noticed you haven't actually been writing anything." 

"Oh, I just needed to make sure I had everything right.." I lied. He continued looking at me, studying me, "You want me here, but not for help. What is it?" I paused for a moment, thinking of what to say next.

"Exactly that. I want you here. For help." I said, leaning forward, sliding the books off of his bed. I look him in his eyes and glance at his lips, they're a light, soft shade of pink. Armin softly said "Oh" and smiled, he grabbed the side of my face and pulled me closer to his. I fully leaned in as well as Armin. His lips were soft and tasted like mint, it was a refreshing taste. His hands moved to my waist, pulling me on to him, my thighs on each side of his, and his hands squeezing my hips or anything he could grasp. 

I slowly moved my hips against him, already feeling how hard he is through his pants and I've barely even done anything to him. I let out a gasp as I felt his hips move with mine, Armin took this opportunity to slide his tongue in. He explored my mouth and tilted his head to the side to reach more, pulling me impossibly closer to him as he did. I moved my hands up his body, I kept one on the center of his chest and the other trailed up his neck and to the back of it. I tangled my fingers in his hair and slightly pulled on it.

He moaned in response and broke the kiss. Looking up at me he leaned into my neck and began kissing it, lightly brushing his teeth against my skin. He let out a shaky breath as my hips moved slightly faster. In the blink of an eye I was under him, and even now he's still as pretty as he was before. His face flushed, his lips sore, his shirt a little ruffled. 

"You're so pretty.." I mumbled to him, his already red face got darker than it was. "You too..look so pretty under me like this.." he smiled as he leaned down to kiss my neck, then my collarbone, and my chest, or at least what he could get. He stopped his movements and looked up at me, silently asking if he could remove my shirt, I nodded 'yes' and he did. Slowly, he pulled my shirt over my head and off of me, staring down at me he softly traced his fingers over every curve of my body. 

He continued to stare in awe before leaning down and pressing a kiss to each of my breasts. Moving down he got closer and closer to where I needed him most. He looked up at me once again, asking for permission, I nodded again, this time a little more needy than intended. Slowly sliding my pants off and tossing them to who knows where he continued kissing near my aching pussy. 

I never found Armin as a tease, especially with how he acts in school. He was always such a 'giving' person, never hesitant. But here he is kissing, biting and licking my inner thigh and continuously grazing his fingers over my clothed cunt. He moved back up, towards my underwear and hooked his fingers on the band, slowly sliding them down my legs and tossing them somewhere around his room. 

His fingers were cold against my slit, making me gain goosebumps all over my body and the feeling. Slowly he pushed a finger in, curling it and pressing it against my walls before taking it out and bringing it to his lips. Sucking on his finger, I watched as his eyes rolled back and he let out a moan. "You taste so good, princess." He whispered before lowering his body. 

He grabbed my legs and tossed them over his back and shoulders. He flattened his tongue and licked a stripe over my folds and slightly flicked my clit with the tip of his tongue. I let out a whimper at that feeling, Armin looked up at me and flicked my clit again, causing a more audible moan to escape my throat. He smiled and chuckled, going back down and lapping at my pussy. 

At first glance you wouldn't think someone like Armin would be so good at giving head, eating you out like he hasn't eaten in days. But he was amazing at it, like he's had experience. 

"Fuck..you're doing so good Armin.." I moaned, my fingers finding their way into his hair again, and tugging at the blonde locs. He hummed against me and continued lapping and sucking up all the juices. He slid a finger in and then two, thrusting them in and out of me as he came up and kissed me. I could taste myself on his tongue and I could feel how wet his chin is from how soaked I am. 

"You taste so fucking good, don't you agree?" He asked while curling his fingers and pressing them against my walls. My pussy clenched around him at the feeling, "Yes..fuck..Armin" 

He smiled at the sound of his name rolling off of my tongue so easily and naturally. "Do that again for me, beautiful. Let me hear that pretty voice, please." He pleaded. His fingers not stopping, not once as he went back down and started sucking on my clit and flicking it with his tongue.

My thighs clenched around his head as my stomach began to tighten. Armin pulled open my legs and kissed up my body and rubbed my clit with his thumb while his ring and middle fingers went to work. Burying his face in the crook of my neck as I became a whimpering and moaning mess in his ear. "Sound so good, baby. Such a pretty girl and a pretty voice.."

"I'm gonna cum, fuck.." I panted, "Go ahead, baby. You've been so good for me, you deserve it." He said, his fingers speeding up and my vision blurring from the tears that were about to spill at the sensation and the immense amount of pleasure I was feeling.

My legs tightened around him and his fingers kept moving, helping me ride out my high. My voice hoarse and my body sensitive to the touch. Armin pulled out his fingers causing me to let out a small whimper. He took a moment to look at them, gazing at his slender fingers coated with my cum. He brought them up to his lips and licked them clean. "Still taste just as good as when we started." He smiled.

"And you look just as good as the day I saw you in class." I sighed, standing up to find my clothes,

"If you ever need anymore 'help', give me a call, I'll gladly be at your service, beautiful."

ARMIN ARLERT MASTERLIST

Drabbles

i’ve been thinking abt rapist!armin fucking you in a dark alleyway @ night but apologizing the whole time like “i’m so sorry,” w broken moans as he’s just rutting into u .. i’m sorry my mind is a mess 😩

A/N: Fuuck. This is… wow. NSFW under the cut.

Tw: Rape, Non-con, Manipulation, Fingering, Vaginal Sex.

Armin is the perfect guy right? Like he’s the nice guy that everyone loves and he genuinely is nice, but when he sees you he just can’t help but get so fucking tempted seeing you in your cute little outfits. He really does think it’s alright to have such fantasies if he’s never gonna act on them right?

But he couldn’t stop himself anymore. You believing that Armin being the nice guy that he is wouldn’t really hurt you and that’s why you let him take you to a dark alley in the middle of the night because he said he wanted to “talk”.

The next thing you know, your skirt is hiked up and he’s shoved two of his fingers down your panties and you’re begging him to stop.

“Please Armin just stop please please” you cried out. He really wanted to stop but god your wet cunt was just too fucking addicting. He whipped his dick out of his pants and shoved himself into your tight little cunt and moaned at the sensation.

He kept thrusting in and out of you, your sloppy cunt making gushing sounds. His hand covered your mouth so nobody could hear your cries and his eyes are filled with tears to the brim.

“I’m so so sorry, I re-really thought i-it wouldn’t come to this. Please believe me I really di-didnt wanna do this” he sobbed out. “It’s just th-that you’re so beautiful and I wanted t-to touch you so bad.”

He wanted to stop but your wet heat was just so addicting. It’s like his mind had lost control of his body and all he could think about was how good you felt wrapped around his cock. He kept trying to convince himself that he wasn’t wrong, it was really your fault for being so tempting, you were the one who turned a nice guy like him into a rapist. It was all your fault really!

But he still couldn’t stop the apologies from slipping past his lips and that’s all you heard as he came inside you.

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you a sick motherfucker to be listening to fictional characters nsfw audios:

me:

kay sorry but im just having INTENSE brainrot for armin rn! like, imagine armin getting super jealous when he sees jean or connie flirting with you, so he just takes you home and fucks you rough and possessively and is all like 'im not jealous. I'm being completely reasonable' and 'you're naive if you think he just wants to be friends with you' like aghhh I'm down so bad

oh wow this is so good i -

001. w/c: 0.8k | mean!dom armin x f!reader

002. cw: smut (mdni), mean armin, possessive armin, cursing, armin being jealous, slight degradation (not really), armin spits in your mouth lol, armin is really fucking pissed

@yujishima here you go -

Armin has always been a bit protective over you. Why should he not be? You’re the love of his life. Literally - his heart beats for you and cock throbs for you. Your every interaction with him leaves his heart pounding against his chest, overwhelmed with the notion that you’re his. Having you in his arms, gracing him with those deep smiles as you press a sweet kiss to his jaw, always leaves Armin feeling a bit hazy off love. Always leaves him grinning drunkenly, lips quirking up on one side, and wrapping his strong arms around your waist to pull you in his lap.

However, there are certain instances where that protectiveness twists into possessiveness. Such as when, earlier, Jean had shamelessly flirted with you right in front of your boyfriend.

“He’s so obvious it’s fucking embarrassing,” Armin grunts, losing control of himself as his wet chest leans over you. Fresh from his shower, his blonde hair drips water onto your breasts, pressed up and pushed against his chest as he fucks into you hard.

Armin’s lips are hot against your skin, mouthing over the swell of your breast, licking over your pert nipple before catching it in his mouth. Sucking on it, Armin deeply moves his hips, holding back your thighs to thrust roughly inside your sopping cunt. His intense actions are impatient and demanding, intoxicating you as he knocks the breath from your lungs.

All you can do is gasp around his cock, shamelessly pounding into your tight cunt as you clamp down on him.

“S-shit baby, fuck -” Armin grunts out, expletives falling past his plump lips as he buries his cock inside you. He leans his head down, nosing against the crook of your neck as his fingers come down to rub tight, precise circles against your aching clit.

“A-Armin!” you cry, his hands grabbing onto your hips harder to grind against that spot. The fat, leaking tip of his cock bullies against it, and Armin’s breath is irritated as he mouths against your neck. Roughly, Armin grabs onto your jaw, fingers bruising as he forces you to meet his intense gaze.

“I’m not jealous,” Armin justifies, growling against your lips as he pulls you in for a searing kiss. It is breathtaking, as Armin steals all the air from your lungs until your chest constricts tightly. “I’m being perfectly reasonable.”

Catching his lip between his teeth, Armin lets out the heavy grunts that pile deep in his chest. “Stay still,” he seethes, slightly annoyed at how you continuously writhe underneath him.

“Armin -” you cry out for him, eyes rolling to the ceiling when his thick, bulbous tip thrusts deep into your sopping cunt. He swears under his breath, arms straining with the effort to hold him up as he fucks into you harder.

“That’s it, baby. Say my name just like that,” he demands, blonde hair falling against his face as he tilts his head up in pleasure. Over and over, Armin ruts his thick, throbbing cock inside of you, relishing in how you clamp down on him with a vice-grip.

Choking a bit when your walls tighten even further around his aching shaft, Armin almost collapses against you. His strong muscles pull taut as his body contracts in pleasure, gasping for air as his hips move in loose circles.

You drive him crazy - Armin could barely handle it before he was pinning you to the mattress, fucking his cock deep into you. Slamming back into you, Armin roughly grips onto the back of your neck, pulling you into a sloppy, messy kiss as his cock drives possessively into your soaking pussy.

Armin feels hazy off lust - blinded with jealousy and possessiveness as he roughly moans into your mouth. With how good you’re milking his cock, sucking his aching shaft and hot, swollen tip back inside of your sweet pussy, Armin has half a mind to propose right then and there.

“Fuck - gonna cum deep inside this pussy, leave it leaking down your thighs so Jean can see just who you belong to,” Armin growls, a sound that has your hips keening up as his fingers catch against your clit. Raw desperation coats his words as you clench around him, crushing the head of his cock as he bullies it back inside you.

“G-god, Armin,” you manage to get out, feeling drunk off his cock as he fucks you.

“Feels too fuckin’ good,” Armin groans out, sucking your bottom lip into his mouth as his thrusts turn bruising. Licking into your mouth, Armin makes sure to part your lips, breaking apart only to spit in your mouth, meanly. “Take it,” he sneers.

The knots inside his stomach start to tighten, clenching in his lower abs at the sensation of you squeezing around him so deliciously. He pounds into you vigorously, making sure you take all of his aching cock as he licks his lips.

Armin drags his cock inside of you, the grip on your thighs possessive and impatient as his leaking tip kisses your cervix. When he leans down, Armin’s breath is heady and hot against the column of your throat, pressing his cock even deeper inside you.

“Gonna keep fucking you like this ‘till that bastard knows who you belong to.”