#armin arlet drabble

[classyrbf]

Nerdy armin w a tongue piercing???? saw the animation and I'm obsessed.

you and your best friend, nerd!armin just chilling in his dorm room while he organizes his new pokemon cards that he had bought earlier, his fingers carefully sliding each card into the plastic sleeve like it was an ancient artifact he didn’t want to destroy. It has been about two months since you last really hung out with him, too busy with midterms and other shit.

You’re bopping your head to the music playing on his speaker, scrolling through Instagram when you peek over and see armin poking his tongue out in full concentration. That wasn’t anything new, but what was new was the piece of silver jewelry adorning his tongue. You sit up, questioning if you’re seeing things. “Armin?” You squint your eyes.

“Hm?” He slides his tongue back in his mouth, pushing his glasses up when he looks at you.

“What’s that…in your mouth?” You question, brows furrowing.

He looks just as confused as you do. “What…what do you mean?” You grip his jaw, his eyes going wide as he moves back a little. “Open your mouth.” And even though he’s still oddly confused, he hesitantly open his mouth and lo and behold, there you see it. A tongue piercing. “When the fuck did you get that?!” You screech, now you’re really in shock.

“Oh! This? That’s what you were talking about.” He fully stuck his tongue out, showing you a better view. “Ummm,” he trails off, “Eren told me to get it as a dare. I don’t know why I did it, but I kinda like it.” He shrugs.

“Armin, that still doesn’t answer my question.” You cock your head to the side. “Also, a dare? You never do dares. I know you’re keeping something from me.”

“It was like two months ago! Right after we stopped hanging out. And, I’m not hiding anything!” He quickly goes back to sorting his cards, flipping through the plastic pages to find an empty slot. He can feel you staring at him, your eyes burning into his skull. After just a few seconds, he breaks. “Ok, fine! We all got drunk at the frat party that they forced me to go to because I was cooped up in my dorm too long and then like I was having fun…yeah…and then one thing led to another and now I have it,” he spoke quickly, trying to get everything off his chest at once without having you interrupt him.

“You, nerdy little armin, got drunk and pierced your tongue as a dare?” You sat there with your arms folded across your chest. “Who have you become since I’ve been away?!” You laugh, still in shock.

“I’m still me, just with a piercing. My parents would kill me if they ever found out though.” He shook his head, slipping one last card into the plastic sleeve. “All done!” He slammed the binder shut, letting out a sigh of relief. “Why are you still staring at me? I told you everything.” He pushed up his glasses again.

“Mmm, did you try it out yet?” You playfully smirk at him.

“What do you mean ‘try it out’?” He blinked.

“On a girl…down there…eating her out?” You giggled.

His face automatically turned bright red, opening his mouth to say something but nothing came out. He couldn’t even look at you anymore, averting his gaze back to his closed binder. “Wh-what?! No! I don’t…I don’t even know how to do that.” He awkwardly cleared his throat.

“Wanna learn?”

[moechies]

“armin— gimme y’r c—cum . . “

you whine into armin’s neck, soft blonde locks tickling against your temples. “ ‘min . .”

“fuck— fuck, hold on,”

the poor boys loosing his composure, your warm soppy cunt warped gorgeously around his sore cock. he’s dizzy with the way you’re riding his taut cock, bouncing up and down his lap at a dragged pace, your chubby ass dropping against his meaty thighs before you lift your hips again.

“‘s good. so good— pretty—“

“‘minnn— cum in me ‘ready, please . .”

you sniffle, wrapping your arms tight around his neck. you press a wet his to the shell of his ear, feeling the man shiver below you with a low, sultry moan. “y’r big,” you cry, tossing your head back. “c—can’t anymore—!”

“no, you can. just a little more, a little more for ‘min, okay.” armin grumbles, mouth agape with his brows furrowed. his fingers dig into the chub of your hips, burning indents of his digits pressed into your skin — almost as if branding you.

“‘m gonna cum, baby. baby, don’t slow, please—“ he’s rambling. it’s your favorite part of fucking the weak, weak man — his stupid rambles against your chest, the apple of his palms traveling all across your body now and not merely still on your hips.

his left arm comes to wrap behind your body, pulling you in close until you feel his soft skin pressed up against yours. his right hand comes to palm at your naked breasts, fondling them so gently it’s turning them sensitive.

his arm wrapped around your back drops to the curve of your ass, armin’s middle finger tittering gently across your golden skin to press into your puckered ass.

you yelp, pussy twitching when you feel armin press the tip of his finger into the rim of your ass, mewling quietly as he shushes you,

“‘m—min . . y’r dirty . . dirty p—pervert.” you shake your butt a tad, the foreign fill unfamiliar.

“am . . i’m sorry baby, so, so sorry— don’t stop. please,”

his finger motions slightly, pumping erratically at the same pace of his cock impaling your pussy. you cry, soft pussy sore and aching. “min, min . . please . . “

“i know. please . . keep goin’ hun. inside to make it up to my baby? alrigh’?”

[0crispinn]

he’s the type to obnoxiously moan when you’re on the phone with somebody important except they sound a bit too real..

he’s the type to be pissed whenever you don’t invite him somewhere when all he does when he does go is talk about how it’d be much better if you went to his place.

and when you finally do go he’s insistent about you STAYING in his room, watching the weird anime, and listening to him ramble about shitty tropes that you thought didn’t even exist.

all he posts on his social media start going from video game recordings to how he wants a partner that’s weirdly similar to your tastes and fashion sense. he begs you to stay up past 1AM to game with him and his friends, just to trash on your strategies and how much better you’d be if you did it more often.

he’s the type to send you 🌽 as a joke except there’s no faces in any of the photos and vids and..is that his manga pile in the corner of the frame? tf—

[adoresia]

FRISON ⋆ Armin Arlert

(noun) a shudder or shiver; thrill — suggestive

Armin doesn't usually go to silly High School parties. he tells everyone it's because he hates the noise — but its really because he doesn't know what to do with himself once hes there… too stiff in the limbs and way to aware of the way he takes up space. he's the kind to keep his phone brightness low and his voice lower.

but, Eren said you were coming. So now, he's here too.

"You're telling me you've bever kissed anyone and now you think you'll be able to bag a kiss, from her?" Eren teases him before pointing at your unmissable figure from across the room. For a moment he zoned out — gaze softening as it landed on you, like the rest of the world had quietly fallen away and you were the only one left standing there in silence.

"Helloooo? dude." Connie swatted a hand across his face, bringing back his consciousness to them instead. your image still lingered on the back of his eyelids . "What's going on in that pretty little head Armin? Fantasising about holding hands huh? Maybe even more?". Eren barked a laugh, lurching forward in an attempt to high five connie but completely missing instead.

Still though, Armin didnt plan in actually going up to you — not until Eren slapped down a bet…

"Twenty bucks says you don't get a kiss from her tonight…" he raised his eyebrow at him. "do you even have twenty dollars Eren." Mikasa chimed in as an attempt to defend Armin, rolling her eyes at his stupid bet.

But Armin was barely even present, his thoughts were clouded and sticky — dripping down his spine like syrup. Plus hes already two drinks in thanks to Eren and Connie… they called it 'liquid confidence'.

He's not drunk though.. just bold enough.

"Armin why are you still standing here. You look like a sick victorian child silently begging for help, can you just go and talk to her." Sasha deadpanned, popping up beside him. "I'm working on it… just need to calculate the timing." He responded. Eyes still glued on you. Sasha looked at him and then at you from across the room.

"Well.. if your gonna stand there all night with a suspiciously filled red cup in your hands at least act like it's not fruit shoot mixed with vodka…"

Despite it being half fruit shoot, it still burned going down. But the heat that followed felt steadier than the one rushing to his face. That's how he found himself moving — still a bit hesitant but just enough to melt into the crowd. He tried not to overthink his breath and the way his shirt clung slightly to his back. Until he stupidly stumbled into a taller guy. Disrupting his thoughts, and not hesitating to shove him back.

"Brother… watch where you're going."

"Sorry.. I'm so sorry." he mumbled, almost pleading. head ducked and stepping away a little more sober than he was before his thought process was disturbed and he had you in his line of vision. Maybe not the straightest line but it's the thought that counts…

And when he turned around, there you were.

you looked at him like he belonged there, like he didn't need Eren's shove or Connie's teasing. Or even the burn of that half fruit shoot half vodka drink in his throat. All you had to say was "hey." and that was enough for him

Eventually after a bit of nervous back and forth, you both got swept up in one of the quieter rooms upstairs. Sprawled mismatched cushions and someone's older brothers mattress. It was dim and hazy, the buzz of low music seeped through the space under the door. You sat cross legged opposite him, close enough for him to be able to smell what you were wearing.

That was bad.. very bad for him.

"Hmmm let's see. Never have I ever.." you tilted your head back, eyes drifting up at the ceiling in mock concentration. you're finger tip hoevered just over your lips — long enough for him to notice the tinted lipgloss you had on. It took you a while to figure out what else to ask, until curiosity hit you hard.

"Never have I ever… got a piercing."

he took a nervous sip from his fruit shoot diluted drink, and then chocked. that was all it took.

you gasped at the realisation, eyes wide. "No way.. really? Where?" He hesitated a bit, remembering how stupid it was and how he wished he never gave into Connie. But hey it's crazy what 75% orange juice mixed with 15% alcohol does to you right?

"My tongue…"

A beat passed.

"WHAT?" you yelled, accidentally. Choking on your drink in the process. "YOU? have a TONGUE piercing…?"

His face was already burning with embarrassment. He nodded, heat rising to his cheeks as he lowered his head in an attempt to hide what couldn't be seen, yet. "It's… you can't really um see it. Connie dared me, he periced it in his garage last summer. I still dont know why I let him do that."

You laughed, and his stomach flipped. "That's insane. But, cool." You admitted. "You think?" He questioned, his nervousness still lingering, yet you nodded. "You don't seem like the type." You added. " — but, I bet the girls you kiss appreciate you for it." You said leaning in just a little, the way someone does when they already know the answer but want to hear it anyway.

He didn't know how to respond. though for a second he wondered if you'd appreciate it more than said 'girls' he kissed. "Uhh.. yeah? I guess.." The tension grew thicker, staring even harder into his eyes didn't help either. You narrowed your eyes. "Hmm. Have you ever kissed someone before?"

He cleared his throat at the sudden question. "Uhh.. define kiss…"

You tilted your head, watching him fumble. It was entertaining. "So.. no..?" His cheeks flushed and his ears started burning. "I promise I know how. I just…haven't — yet…" a beat of silence stretched. You stared at him, eyes flickering to his lips. Drawn with curiosity — eagerness. And when you spoke again your voice dropped just enough to make his pulse stutter.

"Yet..?" You persisted, almost provokingly. "What are you waiting for?" The silence that followed was awkward, clumsy — but telling. he didn't necessarily know what he was waiting for; if it wasn't you, he hadn't thought that far ahead.

"Um. I don't know." He said quietly, voice a little hoarse.

"Okay. How about… you kiss me?"

He didn't answer at first. Just blinked, stunned and pink… and a little breathless. Like no one had ever offered before, which they haven't… the music from downstairs piles beneath the floorbaords, matching the beasts of his heart, it muted the distance and the weight of whatever was about to happen.

"Okay."

He leans in slowly at first, like he's not sure if he's reading this right. Like if he moves too fast he'll ruin it, yet still his eyes flicker to your lips, and then back up. Looking for some sort of sign. But you don't look away, and maybe that's all he needs.

He comes closer, until you can feel the warmth of him, the static air between you buzzing with something nervous and fragile. And then he closes the space. Not perfectly, his nose bumps into your and then he hesitates. Leaning in too fast — as if he doesn't trust himself to think it through first like he normally would. But his mouth is warm, and soft, and he makes this tiny sound when you kiss him back, like he's didn't expect you to.

He kisses like someone who knows what to do, but doesn't know what it'll feel like or how to execute it. Like his brain is lagging behind his heart. you feel it in the way his hands hover before sitting awkwardly on your lap, in the way he leans in again before you've pulled all the way back.

You laugh under your breath, barely. Your chest stutters when he chases the sound — kissing you again, clumsy this time. Wanting more than what you've already offered him. Needy in a way that makes something tighten in your chest.

"Okay wow" you pulled back, kind of shocked but also impressed. "Slow down a little, okay?" he blinked at you, still dazed as if he never pulled away from you. But then he kissed you again anyway, as if it was instinct, as if the second he stopped he felt like he lost the chance to feel you again. Like he could taste the courage in your mouth and he didn't want it to fade.

he walked home the next day during the quiet hum of the early morning, hoodie was zipped halfway and his eyes were on then pavement like it might give him answers. He didn't say much when they left the party — not because he didn't want to but because he couldn't find the words possible enough to decipher what just happened.

Connie walked ahead arguing with Jean over something dumb Eren said and mikasa trailed beside him, way too quiet for someone who had not slept.

"Bro still hasn't got a kiss, how lame." Connie called back to him suddenly, tossing the words like a pebble into still water. "That whole party and still nothing? Goodness me. Bless your little socks."

Armin didn't answer. Mikasa glanced back at him with the same expression. "Doesn't look like he's answering." She added. "Well yeah duh. It's because he didn't kiss her." He rolled his eyes. his ears were red and his hands were tucked deep into his sleeves, keeping his gaze down hoping that just maybe he he focused hard enough the sidewalk might open up and swallow him whole.

"No kiss huh?" Eren teased, throwing another look at Armin. "Nah bro. He's a lost cause…" Connie sighed.

armin never blieved in magic, but something about you feels like the kind that doesn't need a name.

PUBLIC SERVICE ANNOUNCEMENT ;

nobody can say they fw Armin like me and liv do. that nerdmin art has you guys all on ropes (including me but thats not the point) THE POINT IS YOU GUYS ARE FAKE and we (me and liv) are the real fans BECAUSE okay let me speak okay. nobody knows about the time you would open the ‘armin x reader’ tag and only see me and liv in there bro UOU GUYS DONT KNOW the struggles we went through when nobody gave a gaf about him but now yoh guys do. NOW YOU GUYS ARE FEINING FOR HIM? okay. its okay? its alrught. just remember, were the og’s. i rest my case.

[vxlenst3in]

just armin being the literal definition of a switch.

in one moment his back is leaned against your chest, while you watch over his shoulder and stroke him with just feather light touches. he’s begging so much, he’s so loud too. and even though you’re ruining his orgasm, the poor boy whines and cums so much anyway. shooting his seed all over your hands before he even realises it :(

and in the next moment he gets so mean. dicking you down so good that you forget your own name. his hands tangled in your hair, as he pressed you face down into the mattress. he calls you mean names and threatens to knock you up if you keep clenching around him like that. he’s cumming so much his seed just entirely spills out of you the second he pulls out. he just sighs at the sight, you won’t be pregnant with his child like that.

you never knew which armin you’d get that day, but it never got boring

[nova2kss]

Laying back against ony’s chest as he stuffs his fingers deep into you’re cunt whispering the nastiest things into your ear, telling you how much of a slut you are for going behind your boyfriends back to fuck on one of his best friends.

His hands run up and down your bare chest and stomach squeezing the flesh occasionally, speeding up his finger strokes.

“Mhm hmm, you know he can’t even fuck you the way my fingers do huh baby?”

You couldn’t do anything but mumble incoherent words, the way his thumb was attacking your clit as he continued his thrust was to much for you.

The squelching of your wet pussy meeting his fingers was enough to make him cum right along with you.

He softly sucked on your neck making you moan even more than you already were, onyankapon knew all the right places to get you to your peak.

He knew places Not even Your man knew and that’s what made him so special to you, the way he could get you wet just by staring at you next to your man, knowing he’s dapping you’re boyfriend up with the same hand he was finger fucking you with was such an adrenaline rush, and it add you crave him more and more.

“S-ahh, I’m gonna cummm”

You were gonna gonna give him exactly what he wanted every time and that’s what made you so special to him.

Ony doesn’t even know how this started but he did know he had a thing for you since he laid eyes on you.

He wanted you to cum all over him, anywhere he offered to you.

And you were gonna do that no matter how wrong it felt, it still felt so right.

[vookio]

tutor armin

clock ticked as his eyes followed your pencil, carefully examining the lines it drew. his palms felt sweaty. were you always this slow? he knew your grades were good which left him feeling confused on why you needed him to help you go over a problem 23 times.

he was also confused when his hand wrapped around your soft strands the other laying over his mouth blocking any sound that dared to exit. he looked down at you. your pulpy lips contacting with every part of his cock, tongue swirling around it in between touches.

"take your hand off min, wanna hear you" your voice made him gulp. it was so tempting but he couldn't, not when your sweet parents were down stairs discussing the fact that you had finally brought over a decent guy.

armin's glasses rested on the tip of his nose, his head thrown back as sweat beaded up on his forehead. he looked ethereal, like a god even. your muscles sped up making armin jolt from his comfortable position, one of his hands clutching onto the carpet. the sound of his quiet huffs and whines filled your ears and mind when he released his ropes inside of your mouth, some squirting on your upper lip when you pulled him out.

"wanna tutor me again sometime?" armin knew what that meant. he also knew he wasn't going to say no.

‎‎

[jjkeremika]

talk down to me

armin arlet x fem!reader (NSFW)

armin likes when you talk down to him. interestingly enough, it seems to be a kink reserved for you.

you assumed it was something his ex manipulated him into. you’ve met his ex-girlfriend, the one with the emotionless expression and the beady eyes, the one who looked like she wanted to punch you when you ran into her once. it wouldn’t have surprised you if she had been the one to belittle him in bed, antagonize and shame the bright minded man; the one who must have convinced him it was something he deserved, feeling shameful and alone.

but instead it was the change in your tone, the lower octave reserved for when you tsked him, when he said the wrong things and made the wrong choices.

“armin,” you started, hands on your hips, feet solid on the floor, staring at him with a new light in your eyes—brighter than polaris in the night sky. “in the nicest way, are you stupid? what were you thinking?” you asked him in that disapproving tone, the not good enough attitude. “were you even thinking? that was really bad, armin, you could get in serious trouble for that.”

the corner of his mouth twitched subtly, threatening a smile as his brain sent a signal to his heart, ordered his dick to hoard the blood supply, to double its size.

“stupid for you,” was all he said, his eyes shadowing with an unmet need and a newly unveiled desire. his hands moved to his own neck, started tugging on and removing his tie.

you thought nothing of it. “no, clearly you’re just stupid. intelligent, but crazy stupid. you could be killed! erwin and levi don’t stop at just imprisoning traitors.” you shifted uncomfortably at the thought of losing armin, felt your heart stop at having called your kind, loving, loyal boyfriend a traitor (which, he was technically a traitor to the scouts, selling secrets to the military police, but, still).

armin’s hands reached for his belt, easily slid it off as he spoke, “call me stupid again.” he dropped the belt to the floor, took a step towards you. “im serious, y/n. call me stupid. dumb. incompetent.” he pulled his shirt off by the collar, his tasteful developing abs on display, his trained yet relatively thin physique salivatingly appetizing. his warm hand cupped your cheek. “i want you to.”

“minnie, i, i don’t know,” you stuttered, the foreign idea unsettling, and he smiled eagerly at the endearing nickname.

“baby, please.” he pressed a slow, light kiss to each cheek. “you usually speak of me so highly.” he kissed your forehead and nose. “but i like when you’re above me.” he knelt onto the ground, his hands coming up to and caressing your thighs. “in more ways than one.”

his mouth started trailing up your exposed thighs, each kiss tickling and evoking a giggle. he sucked on the spot below your shorts, biting at the fabric and moving his hands to hold onto the waistband.

he pressed his mouth to your covered crotch, the fabric uncomfortable on his tongue but the smell of you peeking through was divine.

you felt his smirk at your airy chuckle. “oh, min, baby,” you moaned softly, one hand running through his hair while the other rested on his shoulder.

“come on, baby, please,” he pleaded, lightly biting at your crotch, a new and awkward and intriguing sensation given the protection of the fabric.

“too stupid to undo my pants?” you asked unsurely with a red blush, feeling the uncomfortable heat building inside as you acclimated to this new role he wanted you to play.

he looked up at you with the widest, brightest smile and the most dilated, sultry eyes you’ve ever seen. on anyone. and you’ve seen the way eren gawks at mikasa. that means something.

“oh fuck yeah, baby, thank you.”

you smiled as his hands started playing with the button on your shorts, pulling the zipper down and swiftly slipping the shorts off. his mouth connected with your underwear-covered crotch, just above your lips, his open mouth covering your clit to the tip of the short hairs.

“oh, baby,” you admonished, your hands tightening in his hair, “use that pretty head, love, the panties come off too.” you were breathing with an open mouth. your stomach was churning as your brain struggled to find what to say, what dirty talk he’ll respond to.

he did what you told, and you purred out a soft, “good boy. so so good. learn so well all things considered.”

he chortled and smiled against your clit, the vibration sending shivers up your spine, settling the nervousness at being good for him, at being enough for him, at titillating him to completion.

“start thinking of punishments for me, love,” his voice, muffled from his position against your groin, sounded through your ears, “because i’m about to cum so fucking fast.”

[euaphora]

ੈ✩‧₊˚ YEAH ILL TREAT YOU LIKE MY LADY, LADY.

✎ᝰ armin x reader

armin woke you up early to go down to the market and stroll around for a bit, you on the other hand were tired from last night but he promised to make the trip worth it. He helped you up off the bed, holding onto your hips as you limp.

Heading towards the market you spot a stand with a cart full of fruits, you hold onto armin trying to stay close as possible.

You always loved wandering off to go see sales or the clothes they had on display. “Mango doesn’t sound bad for today breakfast, what do you say, sweetheart?” He picks up a mango and points towards your direction. You beam, giving him an approval nod and ask for a bag as armin hands the woman money for the fruits.

“Oh look!” You turn away. The exact words he was always so used to when you would be down at the market, he turns and looks your way with a questioning face. “This hat would suit you so well on you, honey.” You giggle placing the hat as you try not to mess up his hair.

He stands infront of the mirror, looking back at you.”You think?” He asks, coming off as a whisper. “It matches you so well, your suit, your hair, you can wear it when we grow old together and have a farm, too.” You suggested and buy it for him. He smiles at your comment and keeps it on him the entire time.

[levispersonalslave]

𝔇𝔯𝔞𝔟𝔟𝔩𝔢 ℭ𝔥𝔞𝔩𝔩𝔢𝔫𝔤𝔢

As I have decided to participate in the 2025 drabble challenge, hosted by @thedrabblecollective, I have put together a series of drabbles following the given prompts. Day three . . . ‘Painter,’ as an 𝐴𝑟𝑚𝑖𝑛 × 𝑅𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟 .

𝔅rush strokes. One . . . two . . . oh, dear——that’s not quite right. Your eyes had been far lovelier than this.

If he is to honor you, he must render it as neatly perfect as possible——he is a firm believer in that. But oh, what a liar he would be to claim that his hands do not tremble, his lip does not quiver, and his lashes do not weigh heavy with tears unshed.

You had been the beacon ‘mongst the throng, the very soul of his striving.

And knowing what once burned so bright, how could a heart not fracture in a painter’s chest?

⊰༻𝐈༺⊱ @the-traveling-poet, @pinkberryfox; 𝑑𝑚, 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑡, 𝑜𝑟 𝑎𝑠𝑘 𝑡𝑜 𝑏𝑒 𝑎𝑑𝑑𝑒𝑑. 𝑜𝑟, 𝑓𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑡𝒉𝑒 𝑓𝑜𝑙𝑙𝑜𝑤𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑚.

⊰༻𝐈𝐈༺⊱ 𝐷𝑎𝑦 𝑓𝑜𝑢𝑟 . . .

[0crispinn]

don’t EVER play with me about armin 😫

[atruewarrior]

Drabble challenge 2024 | Day 20: Gusty character: armin arlert

Even with the Colossal on your side now, his gusty transformation still brings terror.

It reminds you of the day you'd first heard it, and the chaos that’d ensued.

It reminds you of your comrades’ betrayal, of his sacrifice, and the desperate fight to bring him back.

But now, as you watch him recover, titan marks streaking his face after securing yet another Marleyan ship at the port, a question gnaws at you—

Should you have let him rest?

The burden on his shoulders seems heavier than ever. Perhaps Armin should have been allowed to go out as a hero.

[officialparentofadrien]

𝑳𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒏𝒐 𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒑𝒂𝒔𝒔𝒆𝒅

Two years ago, Armin Arlert left you for Annie. You wanted everyone to be happy, so you let him go. Now, a reunion brings you two together once again. Armin and Annie have broken up, but you were not aware of that.

This is Canon Divergence, mostly based on my own OC. Which means that Eren is alive. And there's no EreMika here sorry. I don't really like that ship.

Pairing: Armin Arlert x Fem! Reader, Armin Arlert x Annie Leonhardt (Past relationship) Warnings: Curse Words, Heartbreak, Break-ups, Some mentions of gore, Armin's kind of indirectly a jerk, Mental Instability, Existential Crisis, S**cidal thoughts (For reader but tbh who in AOT is mentally okay?), I love Annie but- Genre: Angst with a happy ending, Fluff, Hurt-Comfort

You sat on the floor of your bedroom. You still couldn't believe what you heard. Armin's in love with Annie? Is that why he's been avoiding you? You cradled your head in your hands, breathing heavily.

"I can't believe this..." You whisper to yourself in disbelief.

Annie? The girl who killed your best friend?? Why is everything going so wrong? You've never felt so alone...She killed your best friend, and now your lover is about to leave you for her.

Who are you, really? What...What are you here for? What's your purpose in the world? Your future...You wanted and imagined that Armin would be in it. But now...It all seems so...So bleak. So far away. What now? Is there really a future beyond Armin? Was it all a mirror of delusion that's now come shattering down on you, and you're forced to pick up the pieces, cutting your flesh and searing scars deep into your soul.

Everything was going so wrong...Because not too long after that, you were all locked in a cell. The cold metal of the locket Armin gave you seared through the fabric of your skirt. You dished it out of your pocket and stared at it. You opened the locket and looked at your and Armin's picture. You both looked so happy and so in love...Then you looked at him from the cell across you, he was staring into nothingness. 'Together For Eternity' it read on the front, engraved on the metal.

"This is a promise, a promise that I will love you forever." You remember him saying. What happened now?

You sat up from the cold, damp floor and threw the locket across you, landing by Armin's feet. He looked up from his feet and at you, eyes wide. "You don't have to be tied to your promise anymore." You say, before lying back down on the floor. You didn't have the energy to argue, to fight back. You'd rather just...lie down. And wait for the end, maybe?

Yet you found yourself fighting back, fighting for survival. Especially after Hange's last words to you before they sacrificed their own life.

"I know it all seems so bleak right now, name. You don't know your place in the world, Death is stomping over the soils we call our home...Your first love just dumped you. But I promise you, there's a future beyond this...beyond that. Beyond Armin. You just have to fight to see it."

A lot happened during the rumbling and after it. When you left Paradis, you were unsure and scared. But you wanted to see it through because like Hange said, you're strong and there's a future beyond the storm.

Now, you find yourself sitting down, drinking tea on the deck of a ship, on the way to Paradis. It's been two years since then, you wonder how everyone is doing?

Historia sent you an invitation, wanting to reunite everyone and have tea. Also meaning that she wants everyone to hang out. You were unsure at first, but then realized, what the hell? Your friends are still there. Even if you've left letters from Armin unread and unopened, you still missed your friends. Seeing Armin would just be like the little thorn on the rose.

But there's no denying your love for him. You still very much do.

As you walk down the pier, you breathe deeply as you see familiar faces and hear familiar voices. The salty sea air and the waves crashing against the shore, the chatter of the people around you, it all played at the same time.

You were greeted with hugs and excited voices. Connie was especially excited to see you, his "bro" as he said. "It was no fun without you here bro!" He said, in those exact same words.

You greeted them all, and for keeping up polite appearances, even though you didn't want to, you greeted Armin and Annie, separately (strangely) with smiles and a calm voice.

"Name. It's so good to see you." Armin says cheerfully.

You nodded, also smiling back. "It's been a while...Commander."

The formal way you addressed Armin sent a pang to his heart. His face fell and his smile became a little strained. He remembers writing letters to you, in hopes of maybe just...maintaining a connection. But every time he sends out a letter, nothing ever comes back in return. He only knew to hope. And that created feelings of conflict inside him. Who did he really love? Did he really love Annie?

He shakes his head. No, it's you. It's always been you. You, who was always there for him whenever he felt like he can't even stand. You, who always swooped in to save him whenever death was marching towards him. It was always you.

But now begs the question...Do you still love him? Would you still take him back? How would he win you over? He has to convince you that he will never leave you again.

He looks on with a longing gaze and a brewing sense of guilt and regret as you interact with the rest of the group. Your smile was so radiant, your laugh was so melodious and you just looked...so, so beautiful.

You didn't willingly interact with him and everyone knew better than to make things awkward by bringing the topic of your past relationship with Armin up.

But then on your 7th night...You stood in the gardens of the inn you're staying at. You couldn't sleep. Maybe you ate too many sweets...But it's DESSERT what do you want to do?? Eat it, duh.

You thought everyone was asleep. You thought everyone retired for the night. But you were proven wrong when a voice cut through the silence of the night.

(To be continued, Part two)

[aaronyeeter]

My intro post! :D

Welcome!~

Welcome to my blog! My name is Aaron, I'm 18, and I write for fun. I love to read, my favorite so far is diffidently lights out by Vanessa Allen. But back to what you're probably here for, I mostly do my hero academia, Attack on Titan, and occasionally TWD videogame. all one-shots of course! so, you can expect all that. all of these will be x fem!reader. Not all will but be NSFW, but most are NFSW so MDNI please!

I will write certain kinks such as:

NSFW Praise Degradation Breeding Choking Hair pulling Light impact play Roleplay Threesome slight dub-con And much more!

However, I will not write:

Feet Scat Vomit Incest Piss play

With this being said, please feel free to let me hear it! give me suggestions of what y'all would like to read! If any of this makes you uncomfortable then please don't click on the stories with these tags! If you don't mind them, then go right ahead and enjoy~

Thank you so much for checking out my blog and enjoy your stay, little dove~

[nova2kss]

Wondering if you could do a fic with connie who is clingy and obsessed with the reader some fluff and smut if possible 😊

ofc i can bae!

pairings: domincan!connie x black fem!reader

cw: smut, fluff, cursing,pet names, squirting

Novas notes: not proofread, thanks for the request and keep em coming 😘, minors dni, support black blogs!

"connie if i have to tell you one more tim-"

" shhh" your boyfriend put his finger to your lips

you had some work to do and he had been touching up on you all from the time you woke up, to the time you sat down at your desk to attempt to finish your essay.

" i just wanna be your skin mami" he spoke again, he got on his knees under the desk just so he can wrap his arms around your belly.

you just sighed at the clingy acts of you're boyfriend, it wasn't anything new

he's been like this since forever.

"i know baby and you can be as soon as i finish this essay, yea?" you said rubbing his freshly dyed buzz cut.

" mhm mhm" he shook his head laying it againt your stomach again

" i can be with you while you finish this essay" his hands were rubbing up against your bare back, now under the over-sized shirt you wore you shivered from how cold his hands were"

"connie, baby the more you distract me, the longer its gonna take me to finish and then i cant give you all the attention you want."

"i don't careee" he looked up at you

"constance-" you tried to respond but he cut you off by lifting up your shirt and putting his head on your stomach.

" i just wanna touch you mami"

you sighed defeated knowing your boyfriend wasn't gonna let up what so ever and decide to finish typing your essay

or atleast attempt to.

you couldn't focus with the way connie was licking and sucking everywhere on your stomach no matter how hard you tried not to pay attention to him.

he was constantly removing one inch of your hard flesh with a pop and moving on the the next with a long lick across

and the way he was groaning against your skin while pulling you closer to him was really getting to your head, and your core.

"constance." you said as you stop typing to look down at your man that was still under your shirt

'' shit, you smell so good' he said with a small laugh before continuing to attack your stomach

"COnstance oh my god" you yelped trying to scold him but it turned out more needy than anything. when he bit the inside of your panty line

when he heard you get louder he quickly gripped your panties with his teeth and took his hands from around your waist to place them on the ends of your shirt.

he slowly took of your panties with his teeth to reveal the sticky arousal coating you're slit and the chair below you.

and you had utterly disregarded everything about that essay and you were no focused on the man whose head was in between your breathing against your throbbing clit.

he started by kissing on your thighs to right above your clit making you whine

"connie pleasee"

he lifted your shirt up

" you gotta show me where you want me to lick it mami, can you do that for me?" he said while inserting his long finger into you making you moan out.

" can you ma?"

" yessss... fuck yes!" you threw your head back from the immense amount of pleasure you got from his one finger alone

" yea ma show me where you want it" he said kissing at you're thighs before spitting on your clit ripping out another moan.

"mhm hmm" he mumbled incoherent words while slowly kissing down your thighs and lifting your leg onto your shoulder before he came up

" put me where you want me" he said sticking his tongue which gave you a good look at the little pink metal ball sitting right at the tip of his tounge.

you grabbed the back of his head and brought him straight to your dripping essence before putting his tongue right on your slit which made him lick a long stripe up.

you could feel that metal ball on your swollen clit and it made you moan from the friction your core ached for.

from there he took the lead inserting another finger into you and full on making out with your clit

he took his fingers out of your hole before sinking his tongue into it.

if he was gonna taste you he wanted all of you.

"ngugg fuckkk connie.. oh my goddd fuck!"

your hands still centered at the back of his hand pushing his head deeper into your pussy

his nose brushing right against your clit not even giving himself a chance to breathe, he hooked his arms onto your arms and pulled you closer to his face.

he just wanted to indulge in you, he loved everything about you and he seriously just wanted to be in your skin all hours of the day.

and they way he was moaning into your core while slobbering and suckering all on your clit was enough to make you let him.

"a-ah fuckkkk.... im gonna cummm"

he looked at you taking in your beautiful features looking all fucked out, mouth agape, eyes rolled, head thrown back, while you were gripping everything you could.

he put both of your legs around his neck so he could catch all the sweet juices that were getting ready to flow over all into his face and god knows he could wait

so he flicked the metal ball even faster against your clit waiting for his paradise to come flowing into his face.

and it did.

the way moaned his named as you came undone was so heavenly to him

" oh shit.. thats right mami put all that shit in my face"

he dove back into your core trying to catch all the juices making you scream from the over stimulation.

he was moaning against you until you pushed his shoulders, which made him come up with a laugh.

" look at this big ass mess you made baby" he said laughing, you looked up at him noticing how damn near his whole face was soaked including his sweats which you noticed the big bulge in, and the floor.

" damn i drowned you huh?" you responded laughing at how wet he was

he got up and picked you up so you could wrap your legs around his waist.

" yup" he said with a big grin on his face making you laugh, because he was genuinely so happy about getting soaked in your juices.

he tossed you on the bed

" now do it again but on my dick"

novas notes: did we like it? lmfoaoa , also i wrote this in one day which was surprising asfk

[pinkteethmarks]

nostalgia mix; open

//300 follower event - multi character

# remember the good old times? 2020-2022 where anime headcannons were all the rage and mischaracterising was fandom’s speciality? well, here’s your chance to relive it! from now until the end of july, my inbox is open for any submissions to do with headcannons from 2020

@kodaswrld for dividers :3

“I- who’s coming to the ✨țřë✨ 👁️👄👁️?”

# i write for bnha: izuku midoriya, katsuki bakugou, shoto todoroki, ejiro kirishima, denki kaminari, tenya iida, ochako uraraka, mina ashido, kiyoka jiro, monona nieto, shinsou hitoshi, aizawa shouta, keigo tamaki, touya todoroki, tomura shigiraki, hanta sero, tamaki amajiki, neijre hado, mirio togata

# i write for jjk: gojo satoru, toji fushiguro, nanami kento, itadori yuji, megumi fushiguro, choso kamo

# i write for hq: hinata shoyo, kageyama tobio, tsukishima kei, sugawara koshi, daichi sawamura, nishinoya yuu, tanaka ryunosuke, yamaguchi tadashi, kiyoko shimizu, yachi hitoka, oikawa tooru, iwaizumi hajime, matsukawa issei, mad dog, kenma kozume, kuroo testuro, lev haiba, atsumu miya, osamu miya, suna rintarou, aran ojiro, kita shinsuke, sakusa kiyoomi, bokuto koutarou, akaashi keiji, ushijima wakatoshi, semi eita

# i write for bllk: isagi yoichi, bachira megura, nagi seishiro, reo mikage, sae itoshi, rin itoshi, micheal kaiser, oliver aiku, kenyu yukimiya, eita otoya, hyoma chigiri, ryusei shido, yo hiroi, zantetsu tsurugi, barou shoei, karasu tabito

# i write for aot: eren yeager, armin arlet, jean kirstein, connie springer, levi ackerman, mikasa ackerman, reiner braun

# i write for dr stone: senku ishigami, ryusui nanami

# i write for knb: kise ryota, aoimine daiki, kagami taiga

“he has no lips, how will he get a kiss kiss 💋?”

༅ pacific punch monster - smau

༅ bad apple monster - one shot (1k+ words)

༅ peach monster - headcannons

༅ mango loco monster - drabble (6-7 hundred words max)

༅ watermelon monster - multi part one shots (5 parts max, please list how many parts you want!)

༅ strawberry dreams monster - multi part smau (same as listed above)

“martha😁was🥰an🙃average🐕dog. She went💨aërf🍒&🤕ærph😪&🦟EEEER🧟‍���️”

“bad apple monster with smoker! suna rintarou in the skate park”

“mango loco monster with frat boy eren in a party”

- it’s that easy! just add on whatever you want to happen in the fic as well

EX. “strawberry dreams monster with karasuno (shoyo lean) where he adds the wrong number to the volleyball gc. reader slowly starts falling for shoyo through texting him”

rules:

- no graphic smut (i can do tension but im really bad at smut so no)

- no extreme dark themes, i can do some that involve those topics (maybe reader with abusive ex or who has been sexually assaulted) but i can’t do it with the character in question cus… yeah.

- i dont mind writing high school au but i wont write anything suggestive whilst writing about minors..

- i’ll allow some leniency, if the prompt SOUNDS like something from 2020-2022 i’ll allow it, or maybe if a hc from another character fits one you want me to write for and IS FROM 2020-2022 i’ll allow it, if not i’ll publicly shame you #newgen (if your claim gets rejected, you can resubmit)

- you can submit as much as you want, if your prompt has already been done, i don’t mind doing it again but in a different scenario

- NOTHING IS TOO CRINGE OR WEIRD i will write anything guys so pls (i may even try some ships from characters mentioned for old times sake…