#nerd armin fluff

[cinnasite]

nerd gone viral ( ˶°ㅁ°) !!

꩜ pairing: nerd!armin arlert x female reader

꩜ warnings: explicit content, language

꩜ word count: 3.7k

꩜ synopsis: a harmless campus interview turns your best friend into an overnight internet sensation—and suddenly, every thirsty TikTok comment feels like it’s whispering your secret.

☆ art cred: @/juvianism on instagram :3

You nearly spill your coffee all over your Political Theory textbook when you unlock your phone. Another two hundred comments on that TikTok. You know you shouldn't check—you probably watched it about a million times yesterday alone—but your fingers move before your brain can scream at you to stop.

@/bookslvt01: ok but the way he talks about virginia woolf??? NEED HIM CARNALLY @/colossalthighs: i��d let him annotate my entire body fr @/arlertmeout: he looks like he apologises before choking you

You bite your lip, half-entertained and half-horrified, scrolling through the endless comments under what was supposed to be an innocent campus interview. The video has 2.3 million views now, completely insane for something filmed outside the modest main library—the same one you find yourself in at the moment—on a random Tuesday.

"Ugh, don’t tell me. You're watching it again, aren't you?"

Your head snaps up comically quick, caught red-handed, to find Sasha sliding into the seat across from you at your usual table, eyeing your phone screen with knowing amusement. 

"What? No."

"You are! You have that weird, glazed look in your eyes. The same one you get when Professor Ackerman extends the deadline for our research papers." Sasha unwraps what appears to be her third sandwich of the day. You don't mention how it’s only twelve in the afternoon. "You know you could just talk to him about it, right? He's literally one of your best friends."

"And say what exactly?" you finally close the godforsaken app, trying to ignore how your screen time report is definitely going to be embarrassing this week. "Hey Armin, I've watched your viral video more times than I can remember and I'm having very inappropriate thoughts about your tongue piercing that I absolutely shouldn't be having about my friend?"

Sasha snickers, a piece of lettuce tumbling to the table from her mouth. "Well, when you put it like that... actually, yes. One hundred percent that."

"Sasha, I can't just—" you frown in frustration, inhaling deeply. "It's complicated."

"How is it complicated? You've had a crush on him since freshman year."

"That was different. That was before we became friends. Before I knew him." You lean back in your chair, staring at the ceiling as fond memories overwhelm you. "Back then he was just this cute, nerdy guy in my intro psych class who got excited about statistical analysis and always smelled like that vanilla body wash I love. I used to sit behind him just to watch him get all animated during discussions about cognitive behavioural theory, you know?"

Sasha merely rolls her eyes. "Jesus, and you call me demented. Well, what about now?"

"Now? Now, he's Armin. He's my friend who stays up until 3 A.M. to help me with my assignments, who brings me soup when I'm sick, who texts me the dumbest memes about historical figures," you slump forward, close to pouting. "He's the guy who spent six hours teaching me how to play that MMO he's obsessed with just because I mentioned being bored over winter break. He's..."

"He's the guy you're infatuated with," Sasha supplies helpfully.

"I'm not," you start to protest, then wisely opt to give up instead. "Okay, maybe. But that's exactly the problem. I can't risk blowing up our friendship just because some stupid interview made me realise I want to climb him like a tree."

"A tree with a tongue piercing," Sasha adds with a cheeky grin.

"Fuck’s sake, don't remind me," you let your head rest against the table. "Do you know how many times I've replayed that two-second clip where he licks his lips? It's pathetic."

"It's not pathetic, it's kind of sweet. There's a difference." Sasha takes another bite of her sandwich, her eyes evidently lighting up. "Besides, you don't know that he doesn't feel the same way. Have you seen how he looks at you during our study sessions? Boy's got it bad."

"He looks at me like a friend, Sasha. Because that's what we are."

"Believe me, friends don't look at friends the way he looked at you last Friday when you were explaining your thesis argument. I thought he was going to combust from sexual tension."

Before you can blatantly disagree, you hear an all too familiar voice behind you.

"Sexual tension about what now?"

Your stomach drops directly through the floor. You turn around carefully, and there he is—Armin Arlert, campus's newest digital sensation, standing there with that signature bemused expression he gets when he catches you and Sasha gossiping. His blonde hair is mussed like he's been running his hands through it, and he's wearing that adorable blue sweater that brings out his eyes deliciously.

"Oh, um..." You scramble for an explanation, panicking on the inside. "We were just talking about... about..."

"About how Professor Ackerman's lectures are basically academic foreplay," Sasha jumps in smoothly. "All that tension and buildup with no satisfying conclusion. I mean, hello?"

Armin laughs, the sound warm and comforting. "That's fascinatingly accurate, I’ll admit." He shifts his weight, and you only then notice he's carrying his laptop bag and what seems to be a bag of takeout. "Mind if I join you? I brought Thai food and figured you might be hungry since you've been here since—," he checks his phone, "—9 A.M., according to the text you sent complaining about how it’s criminal that the library opens so early on weekends."

Your heart does a little flip at his consideration. "You didn't have to do that."

"I wanted to." He slides into the chair next to you, close enough that you can smell his cologne—a rich blend of velvety caramel and toasted cinnamon that positively makes you want to lick him all over. 

Stop. None of that, you horny bastard.

"Besides, I figured you might want to hear about the latest developments in my accidental internet fame."

Sasha perks up at once. "Hell, yeah. Have you been recognised on campus yet?"

"Five times yesterday," Armin appears to lament, pulling containers out of the bag. "Including once in the bathroom, which was... awkward, to say the least." He hands you your usual order without asking what you want. "But the weirdest part is definitely the DMs."

"DMs?" you pipe up, failing to ignore how domestic this feels what with him knowing exactly what you like. Typical, precious Armin.

"You have no idea," he opens his laptop and turns it toward you two with a nervous twitch. "I've gotten marriage proposals, offers to 'show me a good time,' and at least a hundred messages asking about my tongue piercing specifically."

Your face burns as you push away the thought that you've been mentally composing similar messages. "That's... wow."

"The worst part is, most of them are asking if I'd be interested in demonstrating its uses." He fidgets with his glasses, coming across as embarrassed but also endearing. "I had no idea that thing would cause such a reaction."

"Well, it is pretty noticeable," Sasha remarks with a meaningful peek at you. "Very... attention-grabbing."

"I guess." Armin glances at you pointedly. "What do you think? You've seen the video, right?"

The question is innocent enough, but something in his tone makes you look at him more carefully. There's an out-of-the-ordinary implication that you can't quite put your finger on. "Uh... yeah, I've seen it," you manage to croak out. Terrific. Could you get any stiffer?

"And?"

"And what?"

"What did you think?"

You stare at him blankly, trying to figure out if this is a normal friend question or if you’re incorrectly perceiving the foreign edge of curiosity behind it. "I thought... I mean, your book recommendations were really good. Very passionate."

"Passionate," he repeats, the fleeting flash of understanding across his face confirming your earlier weariness. "That's interesting."

Sasha's phone cuts through the uneasiness with its incessant buzzing, and she scans it with obviously fake surprise. "Oh no, would you look at that. I have to go... meet... someone... about... a... very real thing... I have." She begins gathering her stuff with awfully suspicious speed. "You two have fun talking about books. And passion. And tongue piercings."

"Huh? Wait. Sasha—" you squeak out, but she's already dashing out of the private study room you had booked for the both of you until late afternoon (traitor). Which leaves you alone with Armin, who's scrutinising you with an expression you can't quite read.

"Alright," he speaks after a moment, closing his laptop and leaning back in his chair. "Want to tell me what you actually thought about the video?"

"I already told you."

"No, you gave me the safe answer." He tilts his head slightly, studying you with purpose. "Come on, we've been friends for two years. I know when you're holding back."

You hastily shove some noodles in your mouth, avoiding his gaze. "I'm not holding back."

"Really? Because Sasha seemed to think you had some important opinions about it."

You make a mental note to start drafting your plan for the girl’s well-deserved comeuppance. "Sasha talks too much."

"She does," Armin agrees. "But she's usually right about things. Especially when it comes to you."

The rarely there confidence in his tone makes you look up and, when you meet his gaze, the intensity catches you off guard. "What do you want me to say?"

"Did you know," he continues conversationally, "that TikTok shows you analytics about who's viewed your videos?"

Almost instantly, your heart stops. "What?"

"Mhm. Very detailed analytics. Including multiple views from the same account." His lips quirk up in a small smile. "Want to guess how many times your account shows up in my viewer list?"

You feel heat creeping up your neck. "I don't know what you're talking about." You briefly consider denying reality, blaming a technical issue, or claiming a glitch in the matrix—but none of it sticks.

"Seventy-seven times," he announces, the metaphorical checkmate hitting you straight in the chest. "As of this morning."

Oh god. Oh god, oh god, oh god. He knows. "I can explain—"

"Can you?" He angles himself forward, resting his elbows on the table. "Because I've been trying to figure out why my very good friend has watched a boring thirty-second video of me talking about books seventy-seven times."

You want to run away, mouth opening and closing like a fish. "I... the algorithm is weird sometimes?"

Armin chuckles, low and warm, absent of any malice. "Try again."

"I was checking to see if the view count was going up?"

"Nope."

You're quiet for a long moment, trying to figure out how to get out of this without completely humiliating yourself. You don't suppose it's too late to jump out of a window? Ultimately, you sigh in defeat. "Okay, fine. Maybe I watched it a few times."

"A few?"

You narrow your eyes, crossing your arms in defiance at the unsolicited endless interrogation. "More than a few."

"How many more?"

You want to strangle him, and not in the sexy way. "You’re being annoying."

"Come on." His voice has dropped slightly lower, and there's something almost akin to teasing in it. "I told you about the marriage proposals. Fair's fair."

You mutter a profanity under your breath, groaning. "Fine. I watched it a lot. Happy?"

"No. We’re getting there, though. Why?"

"Why what?"

Armin’s glee sharpens into something ravenous, a flicker of desperation lurking beneath his carefree demeanour—like he’s itching for you to say exactly what he needs. "Why did you watch it seventy-seven times?"

Your lungs feel too tight, too exposed. "Because..."

"Because?"

"Because you looked really good, okay?" The words come out in a rush. "Because watching you talk about literally anything is incredibly attractive, and because that frustrating part where your tongue piercing shows has been tormenting me ever since the video came out."

The silence that follows is eerily deafening. Armin simply stares at you, and you wish the ground would swallow you whole.

"Shit," you grumble, burying your face in your hands. "I'm sorry. That was completely out of line. I know we're friends and I shouldn't have—"

"Hey. Look at me."

The way he asks convinces you to peep through your fingers, reluctant but unable to look away. His expression is attentive and focused—definitely not one of disgust.

"You think I'm attractive?" he questions softly.

"I... yes?"

He blinks, his usual calm shattered by the raw vulnerability in your voice. His fingers tremble, revealing the fierce hope inside that there’s a potential chance that someone sees him as more than the sum of his quirks.  "Even though I'm just a loser who gets excited about obscure paranormal documentaries and spends too much time playing video games?"

"Especially because of that," you admit, having never been more sure of yourself.

His answering smile is slow and devastating. "Good to know."

"Good to know?"

He hums, reaching across the table, and gently pulls your hands away from your face. "I've been wondering if you'd ever see me as more than just your friend who helps you with your homework."

Your brain, without a doubt, malfunctions. "What?"

"Did you really think I started bringing you food and staying up late just because I'm a good friend?"

The words disarm you. You’re trapped between incredulity and the dawning comprehension of what he might be suggesting. "I…"

"And did you think I learned how to play your favourite songs on guitar just because I had time to spare?"

"Y-you said you wanted to practice—"

"And I presume you thought I got this piercing because I was feeling rebellious?"

That stops you short, confusion apparent in the furrow of your brows. "You didn't?"

Armin's grin turns almost predatory. "I got it because I overheard you and Sasha talking about how cool you find them. This was back in October, after you'd been dating that guy with the lip ring."

You feel like a kettle left on the stove too long. "You... what?"

"You said, and I quote, 'There's something about tongue piercings that's beyond exciting.’ Something along the lines of how the person has to be bold enough to get it, but there's the simultaneous insinuation of what they can do with it."

"I’m going to kill myself," you gape at him in horror. "You heard all of that?"

"I was sitting right behind you in the campus coffee shop. You weren’t exactly shy about it." He shifts closer, and you can spot the hint of silver when he speaks, "I made an appointment that very afternoon."

"You got a tongue piercing because of something I said about another guy?"

"I got a tongue piercing because I wanted to be the guy you were talking about."

The confession hangs in the air between you, charged and electric. You stare at him, trying to process this complete change in everything you thought you knew about your friendship. 

"I've been trying to get your attention for months. I was starting to think I'd have to do something drastic."

In spite of being made to face terrifying revelation after revelation, you manage to stutter out a breathless laugh. "More drastic than getting a tongue piercing for me?" 

"I was considering learning to play your favourite video game."

You snort despite yourself. "You hate that game."

He shrugs casually, as if the lengths to which he would go for you knew no bounds. "I know. That's how desperate I was getting."

The atmosphere between you feels tense now, full of possibility and two years of unspoken tension. Armin traces your knuckles and the simple touch sends heat shooting up your arm.

"So," you say, trying to stay as composed as you possibly can. "What happens now?"

"Now," he starts, standing up, "you tell me what exactly you were thinking about during those seventy-seven views."

He's close enough that you have to tilt your head back to look at him, and the unwavering want in the blue of his eyes makes your breath catch. "I was thinking..." you trail off, feeling timid with his attention on you.

"You can do it. Use your words for me?" his voice has gotten rougher, huskier, and it sends delightful shivers down your spine.

"I was thinking about what it would feel like."

"What would feel like?"

"Your piercing. When you..." You gesture vaguely, cheeks burning. Armin's hand comes up to cup your face, thumb brushing across your bottom lip. "When I what?"

"When you kiss me," you whisper.

"Just kissing?" The question is loaded with underlying intentions, and you shake your head slowly.

"Tell me what else you were thinking about."

"Armin..."

"Please." The plea is hushed but insistent. "I want to know what's been going through your head."

You swallow, your throat suddenly dry as you let go of the entirety of your self-restraint. "I was thinking about what it would feel like on my body. What it would feel like when you use your mouth on me."

His pupils immediately dilate at your words. "Fuck."

"Is that... is that okay?"

Instead of verbally affirming, he leans down and kisses you. It's gentle at first, tentative, but when you react by fisting your hands in his sweater and pulling him closer, he deepens it. The first brush of his tongue against yours has you gasping, and when you feel the metal of his piercing, it sends intoxicating pleasure shooting through you.

You break apart, breathing heavily, and Armin rests his forehead against yours.

"How was that?" he asks earnestly, voice raspy.

"Good," you breathe. "Really good."

His smile is full of care but there's primal desire behind it. "And the piercing?"

"Want more of it."

He brushes his thumb across your lip again. Truth be told, it’s plain torture. "You know, we're in public right now."

Every wall you built is crumbling under the weight of him, and all you can do is let it. "I know."

"Anyone could walk by and see us."

"I know."

"And you don't care?"

You drag your hand up his thigh, stopping just shy of where he clearly wants it, "Not even a little bit."

He kisses you again, harder this time, and you can't help the soft moan that escapes when his tongue meets yours in another dance of display. The sound seems to flip a switch in him, because his hands are tangling in your hair and he's pressing you back against your chair.

"God, you have no idea how long I've wanted to do this," he murmurs against your lips.

"Tell me ‘Min."

"Since freshman year. Since that first day in psych class when you argued with Professor Smith about the ethics of behavioural modification."

You draw away just barely, shaking under the intimacy of his declaration. "That long?"

"That long." He doesn’t think twice before trailing his teeth along your jaw, and when the metal of his piercing digs into your flushed skin, you whimper needily. 

"You were so assertive, so brilliant. I was completely and utterly gone."

"Why didn't you say anything?"

"Because you were dating that business major asshole, and then when you broke up, we became friends,” he hesitantly halts his ministrations to flutter his eyelashes at you, “I-I didn't want to ruin it." 

Good heavens, you didn’t stand a chance from the beginning.

"But then you kept looking at me like... like you wanted me too, and I started hoping..."

"I did want you. I do want you." The admission comes out whinier than intended, but you can’t bring yourself to be bothered at this point. "So much."

His hands tighten in your hair. "Yeah?"

"Yeah."

You’re unaware of how many minutes pass as you lose yourself in the sensation of his mouth on yours, and the way he tastes like mint and something uniquely him. You dig your nails lightly into his sides, claiming him in an act of fervent possession. His breaths mingle with yours and the world outside your tangled bodies fades until there’s nothing but lust burning between you. By the end of it, your chests rise and fall in tandem.

"We should probably get out of here," he mumbles, peeking around the library.

Craving Armin has left you dazed, vision glassy as you attempt to make sense of your surroundings. "Right. Um, your place or mine?"

He pecks your nose, full of affection, tenderly guiding you. "Mine. My roommate's gone for the weekend."

You start gathering your things with shaky hands, hyperaware of the way Armin is observing you. When you bend over to pick up your bag, you hear his sharp intake of breath.

"Something wrong?" you ask innocently.

"N-nothing," he mutters, skittishly pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose.

The walk to his dorm feels like it takes forever, full of stolen glances and the kind of anticipation that makes your skin feel too tight. When you reach his room, he fumbles with his keys for a moment—so fucking cute—before getting the door open.

You haven’t had a lot of time this semester to crash at his dorm—neat and organised, with anime posters on the walls and stacks of books and manga everywhere. But you barely have time to take it in before he's pressing you against the closed door, urgency lacing his actions.

This time, there's nothing apprehensive about it. His hands are everywhere—your waist, your back, squeezing your ass—and when you arch against him, he makes a low sound of approval.

"You taste so good," he shudders against you. "Everything I’ve imagined and so much more."

"You imagined this?"

"Every night for two years." His mouth moves to your neck, nibbling along your throat. "What you'd look like, what you'd sound like when I made you come."

The words send heat pooling low in your belly, prompting you to press your thighs together instinctively. "Fuck, don’t say shit like that.”

"Why not? I’ve been longing for you. All of you," he whispers, pulling back to look at you with dark, lidded eyes. "You’re not getting away until I’ve had my fill."

It would be an understatement to say that you hadn’t foreseen this when you woke up today. That you'd be spending hours with your legs over Armin's shoulders, forgetting your own name; the compassionate, stammering genius the internet drooled over. Too bad he’s not on the market. It would be a treat if his fans could see him like this—flushed and breathless, fingers gripping your hips like he’d die without you. Armin Arlert, golden boy of TikTok, practically begging to let him ruin you.

You grow dizzy at the promise in his voice. "Please."

He lets his hand trail lower, indecently tranquil, and just as you think he’ll do something reckless—he pauses, smirking wickedly.

"Want to find out what this piercing really feels like when I eat you out?"

[hinatsu]

gimmie a drabble on sub!virgin!armin having sex for the first time with gf!reader 😛😛

an. ᡴꪫ ask and u shall receive :3 i got a little carried away oopsie (req me here im desperate)

your lips trail over the freckles scattered along his collarbone, warm and lazy, like you’ve got all the time in the world. your hand holds him gently by the neck, thumb brushing just under his jaw as you guide the tip of his cock to your pussy, thick virgin cock splitting you open, and he’s already breathless before you even fully bottom out.

and when you finally take him all the way in—when he’s buried to the hilt, hot and twitching inside you, his back arches off the bed, mouth falling open with a loud helpless moan, head rolling back against the pillow.

“ohmygod, f-fuck… i—” he gasps, voice cracking, hands flying to your waist like he needs to hold onto something real. like he needs you. he’s trembling under you, chest rising and falling fast, eyes blown so wide they barely look blue anymore. he forces himself to look at you, even if it’s overwhelming, he needs to watch the way you take him like you were made for it.

“you feel so good,” he whines, hips stuttering up into yours, messy and eager and completely wrecked. “'s too good—can’t fuckin' think—baby,—”

his hands are everywhere now, gripping, sliding, searching. one on your thigh, one splayed over your lower back, trying to keep you close, trying to memorize the shape of you. his head tips forward, forehead resting against your shoulder as he chokes out another sound, high and broken.

“please,” he breathes, so soft you almost miss it. “please don’t stop. need it, need you to fuck me, oh god,”

you shush him gently, nails dragging lightly down his spine, and he whimpers into your skin like he might fall apart just from that.

“you’re doing so good, baby,” you murmur, guiding his hips with yours “so perfect for me.”

his eyes fucking cross, he's moaning so shamelessly, he's pink all over, he can't control it.

“i love you, love you so much, i’m close—” the words fall out in a frantic gasp as he suddenly pulls you down to him, flipping you onto your back so fast it knocks the air out of your lungs. you barely register the sheets beneath you before he’s on top, rutting into you with messy, desperate thrusts.

he doesn’t know how to use his dick yet—doesn’t need to. it’s raw fucking instinct now, driven by how warm you feel, how tight you are, how pretty your face looks beneath him.

“‘m sorry,” he whimpers, voice shaking as he leans in close, breath hot against your cheek. “don’t know how t’ make it last—f-feels too good, can’t stop—”

and neither can you.

your back arches, fingers digging into his shoulders as the angle shifts, the head of his cock catching just right—deep and eager and so sloppy but perfect. you’re right there with him, pleasure curling up your spine, your thighs trembling.

“armin,” you gasp, jaw going slack as you clutch him tighter, “fuck—‘m gonna cum!”"

“look at me,” he begs, cupping your cheek like he needs to see you fall apart with him. “please, wanna see you,wanna cum with you, please—”

your eyes lock with his, pussy clenching around him as you cum, hips bucking up into his in shaky, stuttering pulses.

he falls apart the second he feels you tighten, crying out your name like it’s a prayer, like it’s the only word he’s ever known. his cock throbs inside you as he cums, thick globs of seed stuffing you impossibly full.

“ooh—oh my go—” he whines, voice cracking, “thank you, thank you!"

he’s still trembling when he slumps forward, face buried into the crook of your neck.

you blink once. then twice. still dazed. "babe... are you sure you were a virgin?"

[vnpyy]

is it still me that makes you sweat?

nerd! armin x reader (nsfw)

tags: college au, f/m, tongue piercing, semi-public sex, oral fixation library sex, edging, nipple piercing, dry humping, virgin, smut with plot, dirty talk, nipple play, making out, soft dom/sub, 18+, whimpering

The fall semester is nearing its end, and the only thing you’ve been up to is finals, of course. However, there’s somebody else who has piqued your interest lately at the library where you’ve been studying…

Armin Arlert, the library assistant at your college.

Every time you pop into the library for a long study session alone, you constantly manage to grab his attention.

Maybe it’s because of how put-together you always are? Or how good you look in those tiny skirts you wear from time to time?

You’ve had many interactions with him: when you need help finding a book on the subject you’re learning about, or with a question you’re struggling with, somehow he’s always there whenever you need him. You find it cute. Even though he seems somewhat reserved whenever he’s around you. Then again, both of you are somewhat strangers to other. Sometimes you wish it could be more than that…

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“I need to stop procrastinating and finish this damn essay for psych,” you said, heaving a sigh.

“Why don’t you head over to the library instead of staying in the dorm with me and Sasha?" Mikasa offers as she cleans up around the dorm you share. “Plus, once you’re done, we can all have movie night together! I’m dying to have one again,” Sasha chimes in, agreeing with Mikasa.

“Yeah, you’re right. I was thinking about going out in a bit. I just wanna get ready before I go,” you say as you slowly head to the bathroom to touch up your makeup and find a cute outfit to put on.

“Getting ready for the library, I see? Is there somebody specific you’re hoping to see hm?” Mikasa giggles, hoping to get some kind of reaction out of you.

“Maybe y/n is going to pay Armin a little visit,” Sasha teases, giggling with Mikasa.

You froze for a second, thinking about how you’ve been caught…

“How do you guys know me so well,” you sighed in disbelief. Mikasa and Sasha always know when you’re up to something. Maybe Armin has mentioned you when they all hang out… I mean, they’ve all been good friends for years. I’m sure you get brought up from time to time..

“Well, don’t go doing anything stupid. You need to get your finals done, deadlines are approaching way too fast,” Mikasa scolds you a bit for not being on track with your academics.

“I know, I know. I will,” you sigh loudly enough for everyone to hear. You finished getting ready to head out, slinging your tote bag over your shoulder. “I’m gonna head out now, see you later, guys. I’ll send a text in the group chat if I’m coming back late.” Mikasa nods, and Sasha blows you a kiss goodbye, wishing you well on your studies as you hurry out the door.

You finally made it to the library after you grabbed a coffee and a sweet treat, so you’re motivated enough to write your essay.

As you approach the building, you’re eager to see if the blondie is on his shift. Maybe he’s just as eager to see you, too? You shrug away the thought as you enter the building through those heavy wooden doors.

Finally, you enter the library, inhaling the smell of still air and old books. You take the elevator to go to on 5th floor of the library.

…

*ding* you’re here

Stepping out of the elevator, you sigh in relief at how very few people are on this floor. You walk around, looking at shelves upon shelves of books as you look for a secluded place to do your work.

While looking for a spot, you suddenly catch a glimpse of the very person you hoped to see.

His beautiful blonde hair was hard to miss; those sweet blue eyes that make your heart flutter every time he stares at you a little too long, glasses that slide down his nose when he looks down at you. There was no doubt about it. He was already staring at you the moment he noticed you were here.

He smiled when he saw you, waving slightly. Both of you make quick but heavy eye contact with one another. Before you could break eye contact with him, he says, “Let me know if you need help with anything. I’ll be happy to help.” You blush at his kindness but quickly nod and thank him as he goes back to stacking books up on the shelf.

You continue walking and find a seat close enough to be able find him if you needed to. You set everything down on the table, sipping your cup of coffee and resting a bit before you started working. Eventually, you pull out your laptop and notebooks, getting comfortable and ready to start working when you realize, “shit… I forgot my textbook.” You suddenly recall that you left it on your desk in your bedroom, frustrated at the thought since you need it to write your psych essay.

Maybe Armin can help me… You smile at the thought of him helping you out. Eager to find him, you slowly get up, pulling yourself together while you make your way through the narrow walls of bookshelves, hoping to find him, and you eventually do. You find him near the back; the walls of bookshelves tower over both of you.

There he is…You found him organizing more stacks of books, immersed in his own world.

Before approaching him, you stop to admire him..

You don’t know why, but there’s just something about him that you can’t seem to resist, like a moth attracted to the light. You continue walking closer to him.

“Hey Armin, is there any way you guys happen to have this psych textbook? I desperately need it for my essay that’s due on Friday,” you asked.

He startles and quickly turns to you, immediately recognizing your voice. “Uh- y-yeah, yeah! I definitely have it. What was the name of the textbook again?” he stutters, eyes lowered while trying not to make too much eye contact with you. You quickly tell him the name of the book you’re looking for.

"I believe it should be around here… you can follow me,” he says as you continue to thank him for helping you out, which managed to crack a cute smile from him. “The book should be here somewhere…” He ran his slender fingers along the spines of each book he looked through. At last, he does find it and hands it over to you, giving you a small smile. Before you can say anything, he suddenly decides to asks you something.

“By the way, your name is y/n right? Sorry I know that was out of the blue,” he quickly looks down at his feet out of nervousness, hoping you don’t notice. Your heart skips a beat at the thought of him saying your name. After all, you do have mutual friends, yet you’re intrigued who told him about you...

“Yeah it is. Who told you that?” you shoot him a snarky grin as he stammers to explain himself. “Eren actually told me since you dorm with his girlfriend Mikasa. We’re all pretty close friends and I’ve always seen you around a lot, so I just wanted to know…”he starts rambling in an attempt to reassure you so he doesn’t come off as a perv somehow.

You giggle at what he says. Seeing just how flushed he gets when he talks to you, you can’t help but want to tease him more. “Honestly I wanted to get to know you too. I mean… I see the way you stare at me,” you say as you slowly move closer to him.

He realizes what you’re doing and clenches his jaw as he looks you up and down. You see the way his eyes drop down directly at your chest for a moment, lingering before they snap back up to your face. Can you blame him though? You were wearing a low-cut long sleeve top, with no bra underneath as your nipple piercings peaked through your tight fitting top.

He can’t help the fact that his dick twitches at the thought of being this close to you. The air suddenly feels thick and heavy around you, and he’s trying so hard to keep his composure but the way you look at him makes it all that more difficult… you want him and he knows that.

You can’t help but be a bit bold. “Would you want my number? I think you can get good use out of it, no?” you hummed to yourself. He was not expecting that… He looks dumbfounded at what you said, feeling flabbergasted at how blunt you are. He slowly nods his head, not knowing what to say he blurts out, “y-yeah of course.” He shakily hands you his phone. Putting your digits in, you swiftly hand the phone back to him. His fingers accidentally brushed against yours.

You both don’t say anything for a while; just taking each other in for a moment. The tension between you is unbearable. Armin stands there stiff as wood, trying to figure out what to say to you next, but you quickly say something first to break the silence.

“Well I really should get back to my work. Maybe you can find me again once your shift is over?” you grin, waiting for his response.

“Yeah I get off in about an hour so maybe you can use some help, i-if you would like that. I believe I’ve taken the class before too,” he says while trying to keep his cool. Knowing me, I need all the help I can get. You sigh in relief, nodding at his offer.

“Thenn I’ll see you later okay?” winking at him as you slowly turn and walk back to your seat.

“Fuck me…”Armin mumbles lowly under his breath while watching you walk away, getting a good look at the tiny black miniskirt you happen to be wearing. He can’t help but wonder if you’re the slutty type or if you wear a thong underneath your skirts… Pervert. He shrugs his dirty thoughts away and goes back to his work.

You return to where you left your stuff. Finally, you take a seat, trying to concentrate on your essay, but you can’t seem to get him off your mind. I wonder if he’ll actually help me, you think to yourself as you work on your essay.

Before you realize it, two hours have gone by.

It’s 7:00 pm on the dot, and the 5th floor is completely empty by now. You decide to text the group chat you have with the girls.

You: Guys, I’m still at the library I think I’m gonna be here until it closes, it feels like..

Sasha: Nooo we were hoping you could have dinner with us :((

You: I wish but I have 2 more pages to go babes

Mikasa: I’ll save you a plate so you have dinner to enjoy when you get home <3

Sasha: Aw okay we’ll miss you now go finish that essay !

You: Ily both i’ll catch you guys later :3

As you put your phone away, guess who finally shows up?

It’s Armin, of course. As soon as you see him, you give him a gesture to come over. He notices you as he begins to walk towards you. He’s finally off his shift. In his comfortable clothes, you can’t help but stare at him. He quickly notices, making him nervous as he approaches the seat next to you. Quite bold of him.

“Hey y/n, how’s the essay coming along?” he takes a seat, trying not to make eye contact with you as he starts making himself comfortable, pulling out his laptop and his notes. “I’m telling you this is literally torture. How am I supposed to finish a 6-page essay in two days?” you complained. Felt like the exhaustion from all the stress during finals week has gotten to you.

“It’s doable, but at least I can help you out. Can I take a look?” he asks. You move your laptop so he can see what you’ve written so far, without realizing he gets significantly closer to you to get a better look. You feel his knee bump into yours. That’s when he realizes how close he was to you. “O-oh sorry, am I too close?” he asks, ears turning red from embarrassment. “Get closer if you want,” you say, slightly flustered.

As you say that, he leans slightly closer to you, his body reacting first before his mind does. At this closeness, he can smell the sweet scent of your perfume on your neck. It kinda smells like cherries, he thinks to himself. God, he can’t get enough of you. He wants you on him.

The sexual tension between you two gets stronger; it’s just you and him in the library. Forget your essay. It’s such a perfect time for one of you to make a move on the other. Pausing for a moment, you look up at him. “Armin… have you ever kissed anyone before?”

His breath hitched at your words. “N-no, I actually haven’t done anything like that with anyone before,” he replies. “Really…? Not even a little peck?” you teased him. He quickly shook his head no. All he could focus on was the way you’re looking at him.

“Then… can I be your first?” you ask, failing not to burn up at your own words. He freezes for a moment. “I-I mean.. how can I say no to you?” he says, his voice barely more than a whisper. You gently grab his face while staring into his pretty eyes. “Just follow my lead, okay?” you whispered into his ear. He nods. Tilting his head, he’s leaning towards you. Your lips softly brush together, kissing him ever so slowly but desperately. He already lost his composure when you pressed your lips against his. He’s been wanting this for so long.

Armin is a fast learner, though. He’s doing such a good job mirroring your movements to the point where you started wondering if he’d actually done this before… Gaining more confidence, he slowly starts to swirl his tongue around yours, and you feel the slight pressure of his tongue piercing. Oh? It surprised you, the fact that he has one.

Your heart is racing, and you can’t help but crave more. The kiss is getting more intense as he slowly slides his hand onto your thigh, caressing it ever so lightly. You moaned in his mouth, pressing your thighs together from how good he makes you feel. Fuck. If he wasn’t already hard now… he thought, while he breaks apart from the kiss, letting you catch your breath.

He was still grabbing your thigh. “Didn’t expect you to have a tongue piercing,” you said softly as a small smile touched your lips. “Y-yeah.. I kinda forgot to mention that. I hope that wasn’t weird for you.” He swallows hard, throat feeling dry, trying to regain some composure as his hand lets go of your thigh. “No, I enjoyed it. It was really hot,” you murmured slightly, getting close to him again. You put your hand on his chest, gliding it lower and reaching for his crotch. Feeling how hard he is, you gasped quietly.

Armin tilts his head back, letting out a low whine just from your touch. Fuck. He’s so hard it hurts… He clenches his jaw tightly, teeth grinding against each other, thinking about all the things he can do to you while no one’s watching. It’s exactly what he needs to relieve himself. You can’t help but bite your lip, showing him how badly you want it. “You’re such a virgin Armin, it’s cute. Do you want to keep going?” you asked, continuing to palm his erection.

“Yes. Please y/n,” he says as he bites back a moan. With that, you make your move, fixing your bunched-up miniskirt as you slowly get up from your seat. He definitely caught a glimpse of your underwear. “Lace panties? How fitting…” he cooed. Your face turns red at his remark. “You’re such a pervert.” He leans back in his seat, spreading his legs out just a bit. He feels his pants tightening even more at the pretty view in front of him. Armin reaches his hand out for you, and you’re surprised at him taking the lead. You grab his hand, and he’s pulling you straight into his lap.

You’re flustered when he sets you down on top of him, grabbing your waist softly. Immediately feeling his bulge now directly on your cunt, you can’t help but start grinding back and forth on him. Gasps and moans slowly leave your mouth. “You don’t know how badly I’ve been wanting to do this with you,” he whispered. A sudden neediness fills his voice as his hips try to match your pace. He feels how wet you are for him.

Oh fuck. He can cum just by doing this. If you keep going any longer, he might just…

On queue, you slowly stop bucking your hips onto him, almost like you read his mind. “Armin… I don’t want you to cum just yet,” you said coyly. He throws his head back, feeling breathless. “Please, y/n I’ll do anything,” staring at you so desperately with those pretty eyes. “Anything…?” Your adrenaline kicks in a little, continuing the deep eye contact you both make with one another. “You should kiss me slowly down my neck, then you can go from there,” you say in a haze.

“L-like this?” Firmly grabbing your waist, he leans closer, starting to kiss the top of your neck. Not knowing what he’s really doing, he slowly goes lower and lower, nibbling your skin ever so gently, letting out faint moans. “You’re doing so well Armin… you want me to take my top off for you?” you say teasingly as you bite your lip. Without hesitation, he’s already lifting your top off, desperately wanting to see how hot nipple piercings look on you. “Fuck y/n. How do you keep getting hotter,” he murmurs, already grabbing your tits with the cold touch of his hands.

His words send a tingle down your spine as he firmly gropes your chest. Seeing the glare in his eyes you he knows exactly what he wants to do with you. He shudders out a “Can I...?”

Tilting your head, you give him a sweet smirk.

“Go ahead, but... remember what I told you, okay?” He doesn’t even care if you won’t let him cum yet, he just wants to make you feel good..

He exhales, and before you know it, you feel him sinking his mouth in, feeling his tongue piercing glide over your nipple piercing. His tongue circles around it softly as he gropes the other tit.

The feeling makes you quiver, throwing your head back, and blurting out many moans that echo around the library.

Armin realizes how loud both of you have been. He doesn’t stop what he’s doing, though..

“If you’re too loud, we might get caught,” he says between heavy breaths. You can’t help but whine in annoyance. “I hope we get caught so everyone can see how desperate you are to get your dick wet,” you say, biting back a moan as you start rolling your cunt over his hard erection again.

He can feel how wet you are against him through the fabric of your underwear. Armin jolts a little as he hears what you said.

“Y/n, please. You’re gonna make me cum and I’m not even inside you..” he whines. Seeing the desperation in his eyes

The way he’s looking at you is mesmerizing, observing his desire for you

You can’t help but give in. How could you not?

You let him know you’re giving in by slowly smirking at him

He starts grabbing onto you waist again moving your hips up and down rubbing against his cock, his pace gets faster and faster

Leaning towards him now kissing him up his neck, slightly biting his collarbone, leaving him all red

Letting desperate whines from his mouth, he breathes out “ Mmph just like that y/n,” he murmured

You remain calm while continuing to kiss him, leaving a few hickey marks on his neck. His groaning is growing louder and more needy

Armin is not lasting another second of this feeling, his vision fading..

“fuck, I can’t— I-I’m almost-” inhaling sharply, bucking your hips down one last time before he releases, he cums fucking hard. His body jolts harshly from the intensity of his orgasm, his hands gripping your hips tightly as a string of moans leaves his mouth. The sight of him like this makes you cry out, reaching your peak. All you can hear is the sounds of your breathing as you come down from your high.

Armin feels his body limp, hair sticks to his forehead from all the sweating. After catching your breath, you feel a wet spot underneath you, realizing you made a mess in his pants and realizing what he just did.

You stop to look back up at him, arching your back lightly as you feel the pool of wetness under you. "armin, did you just cum? I guess you really are a virgin," you tease him.

"Shitt," he says, deeply gasping for air. You lean towards him, putting your head on his chest. As you both try to catch your breath, exhausted, you say, "We should do more of these study sessions. I have a thing or two I can teach you." You giggle, and his face turns red from embarrassment. Soon after you say those words, you both hear an unexpected *ding* from the elevator.

Hearing someone walking inside the building, both of you freeze in place, staring at each other. Remembering you're still in the library, you both realize you aren't alone anymore..

Oh god, if anyone sees you both as a hot mess and you on Armin's lap, both of you are done for. You swiftly hop off his lap, pulling your top back on, fixing your lifted miniskirt. As you do, you finally get a good look at the mess you made all over his pants.

You turn your head away, noticing he was also staring down at his pants.

You sit back down next to him, keeping your composure as he leans back in his chair, wiping the sweat off his forehead, fixing his messy hair, and cleaning off his glasses. You can help but stare, seeing how good he looks after practically ruining him.

"Should we get back to working on your essay?" he whispers, giving u a soft smile.

…

notes: I hope you enjoyed! this is my first time writing something like this so lmk if should more like this

update 6/18: sorry for the long awaited update life has been rough LOLOL but thank you for all the support on my first fic i have a new one in the works stay tuned for more !!

(crossposted on ao3)

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things aot men say in bed ୨ৎ

warnings :: smut,, dirty talk,, etc

levi ackerman

"you don’t get to come until i say so."

"don’t make a mess. or i’ll clean it up with my tongue."

"you think you can hide those sounds from me? don’t."

"tch. always so needy... guess i’ll give you what you want."

"you don’t tell me what to do. i tell you."

"fon’t try to hide how you feel. i can see it all."

"i’ll make you beg for it, but only when i’m ready."

"keep those eyes on me... don’t you dare look away."

"you’re a mess right now. but i’ll make sure you’re a good one."

"you did good. i’ll clean you up. don’t move.”

jean kirstein

"god, look at you… so pretty underneath me."

"i wanna make you feel things no one else ever has."

"i could do this all night if it means you keep saying my name like that."

“god, you look so damn good like that."

”shh, just focus on me. let me take care of everything."

"i love hearing you beg for me, makes me wanna give you everything."

"you think you can handle more? i can give you more."

"keep those eyes on me—don’t look anywhere else, not when i’m making you feel this good."

"you’re amazing. i just need a minute... or maybe ten, with you.”

armin alert

"your body… it’s perfect.. and i need to explore every inch of it."

"tell me if it gets too much… but don’t expect me to stop."

“i didn’t think it was possible for me to want you this much."

"god, you’re so beautiful… ngh - i can’t stop looking at you."

"i swear, if you’re this good at making me feel things now, i don’t know if i can hold back much longer."

"are you sure you’re ready for this? i don’t want to hurt you."

"your moans drive me insane. i just want to make you feel good."

"please, don’t hide from me. i want all of you—all of you."

eren yeager

"you. belong. to. me."

"say my name like that again and i’ll lose control."

"i’ve dreamed about this. about you."

"even if the world ends tomorrow, tonight—you’re mine."

"you’ve been mine since the moment i laid eyes on you."

"every inch of you belongs to me, don’t forget that."

"i want you so much, i’ll break if i don’t have you now."

"tell me you need me, baby. i need to hear you say it."

"tonight, i’m gonna make you forget about everything else but me."

[xplicitviewz]

Boyfriend!Eren was in the middle of his stream when you came over to his place after not seeing him for almost a week. You were visiting your parents house and finally made it back, wondering if he was asleep since he hasn’t been answering to your text. You walked into your boyfriend’s shared apartment, with the house key he gave you (because he has a habit of losing his keys) and walked straight to his room, hearing him yell over the game. You shook your head and opened his door with a smile.

Eren looks up from his computer, “Oh shit baby??!” He said immediately pausing his game and getting up to give you a hug. “You didn’t tell me you were coming back already.” He kisses your nose then your lips.

“Look at your phone for once, I texted you a thousand times.” You roll your eyes playfully, kissing him once more. Eren walks back over to his pc set up and grabs his phone that was flipped over and saw your text messages.

“My girlfriend’s back guys.” He stupidly grins at the camera and looks at the chat. “They said hi.” He looks at you. You walk over to the camera and wave, slightly bending over the read the chat messages, “Hey guys.” Eren, who was standing a a bit behind you, gazes straight towards your ass before licking his lips. “Alright guys ima end the stream.”

You wave bye and walk towards his bed, lying down on your stomach, smooshing your face into his pillows. You hear Eren telling his chat goodbye before you feel his hands pull your hips towards the edge of the bed, laying his whole body down on top of you. “I missed you.” He mumbles into the skin of the neck while he kisses it softly. “I missed you too.” You turn your head to the side, humming softly. You squeeze your legs together when your felt his hard press into your ass.

Meanwhile in the other room of the apartment, Nerd!Armin was also on stream, showing his viewers how to pass a level of his anime game, a lot of people requested. Armin and Eren have always been friends and when they got a place together Armin was streaming a lot. Eren took interest in it and asked Armin to help him set up his own pc and stream account. It’s been about a few months since he started and he was already growing a following.

Armin was in the middle of reading his chat when he read one comment that made his cheeks heat up.

“Eren and Y/N are fucking so loud on his stream. He accidentally left his mic on 😭😭😭”

Armin pulled his noise canceling headphones off and sure enough, he could hear your faint moans feom his room. Armin gulped and looked nervously at the door and then back at the chat, unsure on what to do. He knew the streaming platform had restrictions and he didn’t want Eren’s account to get banned.

His blush covered his entire face when he heard your moans getting louder, “I’ll be right back guys.” He mumbled very quickly before ending the stream all the way. Sighing to himself he got up and walked towards Eren’s room, your noises getting louder. He knocks three times, no answer. Feeling his hand grow sweaty, he wiped it on his shirt and slowly opens the door, mentally preparing for what he’s about to see.

His eyes widened when he saw Eren hovering over you shirtless, one of his hands holding the back of your thigh, his other is between your legs, his fingers thrusting in and out of you, Erens eyes snapped up from you to Armin, standing awkwardly at the door, he parts away from your nipple, a pop sound echoing, “Whats up armin?”

Not once did he stop, you however, your eyes widened as you look over, and see him as well. “Y-you left the uh the stream on. Your mic.” Armin stuttered slightly horrified that eren didn’t even bother stopping.

Armin was no where near a virgin but he also doesn’t just have sex all like that. Between Eren and Armin, Eren was definitely more of a fuck boy, that was until he met you a year ago.

“Oh? Whoops.” Eren shrugs off looking back at you. “W-what does he mea-ooh-“ you moan when he curls his fingers inside you. “I didn’t end the stream properly.” He kisses your jaw. Armin takes it upon himself to walk over and end the stream, wanting to return to his room as soon as possible. He rushes to end the stream properly and when he finished he stands up and his eyes widen even more, if that was even humanly possible.

Your eyes closed shut, back was arched, legs spread wide while Eren was buried between your legs. Your legs trembles at every flick his tongue makes on your clit, moaning helplessly. Armin shamefully wondered how good your pussy must be for Eren to not even care that he was in the room. Maybe even forget he was. You moan louder, squirming your hips into his face. You turn your head to the side, eyes halflidded and they landed on Armin who stood close to the desk. Your eyes trailed down his body, noticing his growing bulge, smirking softly before your eyebrows scrunched when Eren circled around your clit repeatedly. “Oh sh-shit baby.” You moaned, your hips jerking. You reached to the side of you, your hand tapping around looking for something until you found it.

Armin watches you, your expressions full of pleasure. He gulps nervously when you trail down his body, before your eyes stop, rolling to the back of your head. He quickly looks down getting embarrassed when he notices he has a boner. Armin’s cheeks flush hotter as he looks back at your whimpering state watching as you look for something and toss it toward him on you find it. It lands on his socks and he looks down, sucking in a breath when he notices it’s your panties. He looks back at you, now occupied with Eren, who’s eyes stayed closed the entire time.

Impulsively, he picks up the thin piece of fabric, noticing the wet spot and he has no idea what crossed his mind when he brings it to his nose and takes a breath of it, softly groaning feeling his cock twitch in his sweats. You gasp when you feel Eren raise your thighs higher, holding you tighter, continuing his assault with tongue, fucking it in you, circling and swirling all inside.

Your eyes lazily fall back to Armin who was watching you, holding your panties in his hand tightly. You feel yourself about to cum for the second time squeezing tight around Eren’s tongue, moaning out as he moans into you. Your eyes flutter, still staring at Armin, “C-come.” You moan, “fuck, baby,”

Armin slowly walks closer towards the both of you. “Eren, I’m so close baby, don’t stop.” You moan, your eyes never leaving Armin’s while he walks closer.

“E-eren.” You whine, dragging out his name as your orgasm hits, your hips rolling into his face. You bring your hand to tug Eren’s hair, who finally opens his eyes, seeing your gaze set on Armin. He chuckles against your pussy, parting away after leaving a kiss on your fluttery puffed out clit.

“You don’t have to be shy Armin, look at her, she wants you to touch her, isn’t that right baby?” He looks at you as you nod yes, still whimpering. You look back at Eren who’s smirking at you, pumping his cock in his hand. “Slutty ass pussy.” He groans as he pushes his cock into you slowly, pulling out a bit, before stuffing you full. You whine at the stretch, grabbing at the sheets, Eren brings his lips towards yours, kissing them roughly, rolling his hips into yours, his hands finds its way back behind your thighs, holding them open, trailing his kisses down your jaw, your your neck.

“Moan his name y/n, tell him how bad you want him.” He grunts into yours ear, his knees buckle when you squeeze around him, “Ah fuck, you want him to fuck you too?” His hips snap harder against you.

“Y-yes, want you, Armin, p-please.” You cry out feeling every thrust hit deeply inside you. Eren sits up, still fucking you, bringing one of his hands to your jaw, turning your head towards Armin, “tell him not me baby.”

Your eyes full with tears as he quickens his pace, legs trembling watching as Armin’s eyes darkens even more when you moan his name over and over. You bring your hand to press against Armin’s bulge, your fluttering eyes, mouth open. Armin hesitantly brings his fingers to your mouth, shoving them down your throat. You instinctively close your mouth, sucking and moaning around his fingers, his hips pressing against your hand, whimpering softly. Eren moves his hand back to your free leg, pressing your deeper into the mattress, moaning as his fucks you in a harsh mating press, watching as you choke around his best friends fingers.

Your eyes roll, drool slipping out the corners of your mouth, tears falling out when Armin pushes his fingers down your throat, his hips bucking into your hand. You gag around his fingers, feeling your walls squeeze tightly around Eren’s cock, violently thrusting in and out of you before your body trembles, another orgasm overtaking you. “Look at her, Armin, look how much she came, bet you she been thinking about you. Greedy ass pussy. What? I’m not enough? You need my best friends to fill you up too hm?” Eren smirks at your state, “fuck you squeezing me so tight baby, what do you want? Tell us?”

Armin takes his fingers out of your mouth and you take a breath, moaning and babbling incoherently as Eren fucks you through your high. Armin smirks at your fucked out state, placing his hand over yours, pressing harder on his sweats. You can feel all his precum seeping through his sweats, while Eren shifts his hands to your hips, lifting your bottom half off the bed, lining it up to his. You whimper feeling Eren pull out up until his tip, your walls still fluttering around it. “Use your words pretty girl, what do you want?” Armin asked stroking your cheek. Your eyes flicker from Armin to Eren, who are both staring at you dangerously, before you focus on Armin. “W-want you.” You started, immediately gasping when Eren pushes himself back into you, violently thrusting. Your back arched off the bed, head thrown back as you cry out.

“Want me to do what?” Armin asked, grabbing your jaw to make you face him, his other hand moves to your boobs, pinching at your nipples harshly before grabbing and squeezing them. Your body jerks at every thrust and pinch they give you. You couldn’t possibly even think what you wanted but you knew you wanted more. “M-more.” You begged moaning loudly, your hands gripping something, anything.

Your legs fall limp in the air, fingers shaking from the intensity your body was feeling all around. Eren hooked his arms under your knees, pulling you impossibly close while Armin leaned closer to your face, barely hovering over your lips. “You know you’re such a tease.” He pouts innocently but his eyes are far from it, “You don’t think I notice how slutty my best friend’s girlfriend is? Those skimpy ass clothes you wear. How you come into my room when Eren is asleep asking if I want to eat anything, while wearing his shirt with nothing under. Were you hoping I’d say I wanna eat you?”

You eyes blinked frantically, feeling heat pour all over your body, “Y-yes, oh fuck yes yes yes.” You moan, not a thought going through your mind. “So fucked out, you’d say yes to anything.” Armin laughs, taking the opportunity to stuff your panties in your mouth while it was open. The dry fabric soaking up all the saliva that’s lingers in your mouth before he pulls it out, a string of spit connecting.

Your eyes roll as Eren hits your cervix, “Armin, get her mouth ready for me yea?” Eren grunts feeling your arousal gush out more. “She feels so fucking good-shit, squeezing me every time I mention you fucking her, but only if she tells you what she wants.”

“You hear that?” Armin asks, his fingers entering your mouth again, not hesitating to shove them down your throat, and pressing your tongue down, gagging as your eyes water more, “You need some help figuring out what you want?” You moan around his fingers helplessly, eyes half-lidded, watching him watch every expression of your face. “Want my mouth on your slutty ass pussy or my dick stuffing you full till you can’t think for yourself like right now?”

You cough and gasp for air when he pulls his fingers out, “Both I-I wan- nnghh- need it, Armin o-please.” Eren moves his fingers to your clit, rubbing slowly in contrast to his pace, feeling his cock twitch inside you warm gushy walls.

“Fuck baby, need you to beg more. Wanna fill that filthy mouth up.” Eren moans slowing his pace down but not the pressure. Your thighs tighten at ever slowed rough thrust he gives you. “Please Armin need you, need your mouth, your dick. I want it all, please I’ll be so good. I’ll let you have me whenever you want. Wherever. Both of you. I’ll be yours. Yours fuck yours forever. Please I’m gonna cum Rennie, I- I can’t-“

Eren pulls out before you can cum, practically laughing in your face when you cry from the overstimulation and being edged. He places your bottom half back on the bed, rubbing your hips a little. “You wanna cum baby?” Eren asks moving off the bed, switching places with Armin who’s already in between your legs. You nod, “Please.” You beg softly, legs shaking as you feel Armin’s hands wrap around your thighs, kissing up the inner skin, purposely skipping your quivering drooling pussy, to the other side.

He bites the skin, adding to the marks Eren left previously, your back arching off the bed. “Gotta use your words silly girl.” Armin speaks when he parts away then going back to sucking you soft skin. “Y-yes.” You pant watching as Eren connects his lips around your boobs, his fist pumping his red hardened leaky dick. You whine out loudly when Eren bites your boobs, “You know you shouldn’t forget using your manners dumb girl. Say the whole sentence baby, let us hear.”

“Please I want cum, please.” You cry out, your body immediately jerks when Armin’s tongue flicks your clit, his tongue piercing adding pressure to the sensitive nerves. Armin’s eyes roll when he finally taste you, spreading your legs wider and he gets to work. Eren trails his lips up to your neck, moaning against your skin as his hands continue to move against his dick. Your hips rock in Armin’s face, his tongue licking up and down, his piercing teasing your holes, your clit, before he plunges it inside your pussy, fucking your already sensitive hole. You moan get swallowed by Erens lips, as he kisses you roughly, your eyes rolling when he bites your bottom lip.

“Pretty girl,” Eren coos looking at you whimpering state, “you like how my best friends mouth feel? Does his tongue feel good fucking you pussy?” Bet you like how his piercing feels huh?”

You moan out when Armin groans against you, his tongue flicking out and circling your clit before going back inside you. Your twitchy legs threaten to close his head in between your legs are stopped when Armin presses you down more. “A-armin please, too m-much, please baby I wanna cum.” You moan, your hands falling to your sides pulling at the sheets.

“Not yet baby hold it.” Eren ticks his tongue, standing up. “B-but pl-“

Eren slaps his cock against your lips, rubbing his tip along the plush skin. You shut your mouth pouting as your eyes roll and hips squirming. Eren spits, it landing on your mouth and at the head of his cock.

“Open your mouth baby, you know better than to talk back.” Eren says while his fingers pinch and pull at your nipples. Your mouth opens, moaning out when Armin parts briefly and slaps your messy cunt before attaching hips lips back to yours. You immediately choke around Erens cock as he bullies it down your throat, not moving for a few seconds moaning as you tighten around him. He pulls all way out, giving you a second before he does it again.

Armin moans as your walls squeeze his tongue each time Erens cock is down your throat. He glances up at you watching the bulge of Eren’s cock from your throat, his eyes rolling as he continues humping the bed. He pulls away and kisses you roughly your stomach, his hands working his sweats off. His dick hits his stomach revealing just how needy he really is.

You felt warm splatters of his pre hit your skin, moaning around Erens cock, eyes fluttering when he pulls out to give you another second to breathe. “Relax baby, we’ll make you feel good.” Eren says wiping away a few fallen tears, “Your being so good for us.” You suck his tip, bobbing your head sideways slowly as he watches, moaning when you feel Armin’s tip slide up and down your needy pussy, teasing your entrance. Rolling your hips trying to push his dick inside you before he rubs it along your clit.

Armin watches as your juices wet up his dick without even going inside, still rubbing his cock on the outside of you. Eren starts fucking your mouth, cupping his hand around right under your jaw keeping your head up and tilted. Your eyes watch him, his and tensing every time your throat tightens around his dick. Your hand finds its way to his balls, cupping under to massage them. “Fuck baby just like that.” He moans his head falling back for a few.

Moaning around him from Armin still teasing your poor pussy. You squirm your hips, your other hand reaching down. Armin watches your hand find his dick, that’s he’s still running it all over your pussy, his pre smearing everywhere on you, moaning as you run his dick up and down your pussy, stroking his dick, squeezing tightly at his tip. You keep doing that for a few more seconds until you guide it to your entrance. Armin pushes his tip in you, whining when you suck him in the same time Eren pushes his entire length down your throat.

Armin’s head falls back as he slides himself inside, moaning loudly feeling your warmth suck him in full. Your eyes roll back when you find holes stuffed. Eren moves his hand from your jaw to your hair, holding your head back before his hips start snapping into your face. Armin grunts when you squeeze his dick and he starts his thrust, slow at first letting you adjust to his size before he starts matching Erens pace.

Your eyes screw shut, choking and moaning from the both of them. You were dizzy, your vision was blurred while they fucked you, you heard none of their words to you. You couldn’t even hear your own thoughts.

Your back arched when you felt your sudden orgasm crash over you, your body trembles from the intensity. Armin presses his body closer to you, sucking your collarbone, moaning into you skin, trailing wet sloppy kisses up to your neck. He watches the bulge if Erens print in your throat, and bring his mouth over it, sucking your skin, his teeth lightly grazing over it.

Your hand drops from Erens balls, Armin still thrusting sloppily into you, moaning louder into your ear, Erens curses feeling the suction of Armin’s mouth, his dick twitches inside you and he stuffs his dick down your throat, holding it there while he spills his cum all inside. Armin thrust for the last few times before he bottoms out, his cum spilling deep inside you.

“Shit.” Eren grunts slowly pulling out, his cums till trailing out throughout your mouth, leaving to go grab a cloth to clean you up. You cough catching your breath, your head falls as you lay there, panting heavily. Armin still on top of you, slowly fucking his cum in you, his lips moving all over your skin before he finds your lips leaving a soft kiss before he slowly pulls out of you.

He sits up watching his cum trickle out of your pussy, using his finger to push it back in, “I see why you guys always fuck for hours whenever you come over.” Armin grins looking at your limped state, using his other hand to rub your thighs. Eren walks back over with the wet cloth and kisses your lips. You whimper out when he cleans you up, you are so sensitive.

“You okay baby?” He looks at you with soft eyes, his other hand massaging parts of your body. You nod, your eyes heavy as you feel yourself getting sleepy. “I don’t think I can even think anymore.” You say trying to figure out just how many times you came. You lost count when Armin joined.

“I’ll go run the bath.” Armin says slowly getting off the bed and putting on his sweats, groaning realizing just how wet they got from him.

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Later on that night, you and eren were asleep, Armin was in his room playing his game, not streaming this time since he wanted to take some time to think about what exact happened earlier. He kept your panties, and jacked off to them just a few minutes ago.

You woke up from your deep slumber, slinging Erens arm off feom around you, your legs still shakey as you walk to get some water. You definitely felt the damage from the both of them but you smiled as you made your way to the fridge. You grabbed a glass and got some ice water and drank it.

“Hey.” You heard Armin’s voice from behind you. You turned still drinking the water, holding onto the counter. “Yea?” You asked when you placed the glass down. “Are you okay? You were out of it after….”

You smiled and walk towards him, placing you hand on his cheek, “Your so sweet Armin. I’m more than okay.” You say looking into his eyes, your hand trials down his chest, “If you ever want to do that again, let us know.” You wink and walk back to your boyfriend’s room.

Armin watched as you walked, his dick getting hard instantly. He sighs and goes back to his room pulling out your panties and shoving his new pair of sweats off.

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Okay so like wtf was I on? Idk idk idk. Based off that one nerd armin vid on TikTok 😫😫😫

Not proofread

I was ovulating when I thought of this #needthat

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𝘚𝘗𝘐𝘛 𝘖𝘕 𝘐𝘛 WAS SO GOOD OMG!! I LOVED IT.

I have a request! Armin x Reader → The reader is sick, but Armin insists on staying with her. He ends up spooning her from behind, and they do it while she's on her side, holding hands.

₊ ⊹ Thank you, I’m also a Black writer so I decided to make this an Armin x Black reader fic !! I hope you enjoy ;)

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Armin x Sick!Reader

cw: porn without plot, dry humping, grinding, unprotected p in v, creampie, sick reader

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Armin warned you. He told you over, and over again that if you didn’t slow down, if you didn’t take breaks from work, you’d eventually burn out. You’d shrug him off every time—  you knew your limits, and you knew your drive. Work was always a top priority. You weren’t just going to drop everything because you were a little tired. 

So what if you nearly fell asleep behind the wheel on your way back from work a few times? You were fine.

Until you weren’t. 

You were a mess. Coughing, congested, puffy eyed, and exhausted. You looked and felt like you’d been hit by a truck.

When you opened the door to your apartment, Armin was standing there wearing his smug “I told you so” look. You stood there in your bonnet, wrapped tightly in a blanket like a burrito, looking completely pitiful.

On the contrary, he looked… amused.

“Shut up,” you muttered, stepping aside to let him in.

But instead of walking past, he stepped closer and pulled you into a hug. His arms were warm and careful, like he knew exactly how fragile you felt. He pressed a kiss to your forehead that was hot with fever and rested your head gently against his shoulder.

You sighed, the kind of sigh that only comes when you’re finally allowed to stop pretending you’re okay.

“I didn’t even say anything,” he said softly, but you could still hear the smugness under his breath.

That’s when you noticed the small white bag in his hand.

“What’s that?” you mumbled.

Armin tilted it a little so you could peek inside. “Tea, honey, some cough drops… and that soup you like. The one from the little deli down the street.”

You stared at him, throat too sore to say anything meaningful. So instead, you leaned harder against his chest.

“You didn’t have to,” you whispered.

“I know,” he said, cupping your face gently and pressing a soft kiss to your lips. “But you never listen… so I came prepared.”

You sat at the kitchen table, your body slouched in the chair. Armin moved quietly around the kitchen, warming up the soup as he opened cabinets without hesitation. 

He already knew where the plates were, where the spoons were kept, and which mug you always reached for — he’d practically been here a thousand times.

He brought you your hot meal, slowly stirring it before lifting the spoon to his mouth. He pursed his lips and gently blew on it, then eased the spoon towards your mouth.

 “Open,” he said softly, eyes fixed on your lips, waiting.

“You don’t need to feed me,” you murmured, reaching up to take the spoon from him. You already felt guilty, having him take care of you when this could have been completely avoided had you just listened. 

Armin gave you a look— patient but firm. Then, with a sigh, he raised the spoon again. This time you let him in. 

You opened your mouth, and the warm soup slid down your throat, the heat spreading through your chest like comfort made tangible.

“Fuck, that’s good,” you muttered, as Armin chuckled. 

You opened your mouth again, and he fed you another spoonful. Eyes locked on you as you swallowed. 

His gaze lingered, and you felt it— warm and steady. Feeling a little self conscious under the attention, you tried to lighten the moment. “You’re totally thinking I look hot right now, huh?”

Armin smiled, scooping up another spoonful, his hand cupped beneath it to catch any drops. “You look gorgeous,” he said without hesitation. “You always do.”

You weakly kicked him under the table, “Stop it,” you said, smiling despite yourself.

He laughed again, bringing the spoon closer to your mouth, “Open,”

And you did, your eyes meeting his as you eased the soup down.

After you finished eating, Armin guided you to your room and gently tucked you into bed. He put on a movie, the volume low and soothing, before sliding in beside you. His arms wrapped around you from behind, his body warm against yours as he spooned you gently.

You leaned into his touch, letting yourself melt into the comfort he offered. He rocked you slowly, his arms draped securely across your body.

He started with a kiss to the top of your head, lips pressing gently against the fabric of your bonnet. Then, slowly, he trailed soft kisses behind your ear, down to the curve of your neck, each one delicate and unhurried.

His hands settled on your hips, fingertips moving in slow, soothing strokes. Every touch was tender, and grounding, it was a wordless reassurance that he was there for you, and wasn’t going anywhere. 

You leaned further into him, you turned your head, meeting his eyes for a breath before pressing a soft kiss to his lips.

He kissed back, his hand gilding down to your  stomach, giving it a gentle squeeze. His fingertips then slipped just beneath the waistband of  your shorts, applying light pressure. 

You hummed softly, as you began smoothly grinding your hips against his, you both fell into this slow back and forth rhythm, his hips slightly rolling against yours. 

You felt his hardness pressing against your lower back, as you moved with a firmer, slightly quicker rhythm. His hand slid across your chest, finding your breast, his thumb pressing tender circles around your nipple. 

Armin’s other hand slipped deeper into your waistband, his finger gliding over your swollen clit. You let out a strained gasp as he began to rub it gently, your hips rolling between his hardness and his giving fingers.

Your hands slid down your shorts, your bare ass pressing back against him. He carefully pulled out his cock, groaning as he pressed it between the curves of your ass, shamelessly grinding against you, slowly angling it towards your pussy.

His other hand cupped your breast with care as he pressed himself to your entrance, the tip of him slick with your wetness. You jolted when he brushed your clit, the soft pressure making you moan into the pillow. Your fingers laced with his over your chest, holding tight as he slowly pushed inside, filling you with a deep, aching closeness.

Armin wasn’t quick with his pace, he took his time—  keeping in mind how fragile you felt. Instead of thrusting quickly, he rolled into you with deep, steady strokes, his cock filling you completely, in a way you didn’t know was possible. 

He drew back almost all the way before pushing into you again, hard enough to make you see stars. His other hand stayed between your thighs, fingers gently circling your clit, even as his hips moved with unrelenting rhythm.

It didn’t take long for you to reach your peak, his face buried in the crook of your neck, hands tightly gripping yours. You heard his breath hitch as he whispered, ‘I’m gonna come, I’m gonna come,’ over and over until he finally did, deep and steady inside you.

Your breaths were heavy, tangled together, as you stayed in each other's arms. 

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drunk n party - armin a.

brief summary: armin finally decides its time to introduce you to his friends, and the perfect occasion is the party eren invited him to. the party is the perfect occasion for other, far more important, matters.

what to expect: alt and very nerdy reader, equally nerdy armin, mutual pinning, physical touch, lots of tension, touching kissing, things escalating but not to THAT point

your sword's note: my princesses, it is now time 🙏🏻. all past and future parts of this au series available in my mistresslist, also sorry for the delay, life has been bizarre

As some kind of miracle, both you and Armin’s friends, independently of course, finally convinced him to introduce you to each other. He agreed to attend a party (shocker) and accepted passing on the invitation to you as his friends had always requested (bigger shocker).

“I don’t know what to wear!” You cried out going back and forth in your dorm, “They will think I am weird!!”

“I promise they won’t…”He said knowing that his friends would almost instantly love you. He was starting to regret the whole thing because he had a feeling that someone would tell you every detail about his feelings; he was biting down on his lip piercing like every time he was nervous now, he used to bite the skin off his lips but after getting his lip pierced he had acquired the new habit. “Anything you choose will be a good option, they are still impressed by insects so that is not a problem.”

You nodded and selected some pieces of clothing to then try them on, while Armin stood outside of course. When you were done, he walked back in and you applied some makeup and put some jewelry on, the makeup that you would practice, goth, vkei or straight up clown makeup was too much, so you decided to go for a simple look.

Finally you both walked out of your dorm, the contrast between you and Armin was impacting, though he already had gotten another pair of earlobe piercings and his vertical labret shined in his lips, he dressed the same as always, gray dress pants and a navy sweater over a white button up on comparison to your vintage bondage pants and corset jacket set.

“Are you sure I don’t look like an abomination? You look like Mr. Peabody if he was human and I am this...bizarre entity.”

“I don’t know if I should be honored or disgraced by that comparison.” He chuckled walking besides you to the house of the party. “It doesn’t really matter, the fashion student here is you, and apart of Mikasa, the rest of them dress relatively average.”

If there was something Armin loved about you, was your style and fashion sense, it was otherworldly for him, everything, your confidence and bravery to wear stuff that people normally don’t and that they judge, your ability to make any outfit work, that kin eye you had to elevate any look… he was a little envious of that ability since he started hanging out with you and diving into more alternative music and culture in general; he was still trying to build courage to ask you for help with renovating his closet.

“Your hand looks sad, let me just…” Taking of some of your rings off you mentioned before placing them in his fingers. He wore the silver ring you had given him on the day you two first hung out every single day, but apart from that he didn't wear any sort of necklaces or bracelets.

“I wish I had gotten the armor ring.” He joked knowing that it didn't fit him.

Walking into the party was a little awkward as Armin had insisted to arrive early, technically before it even started, so there was only a few people. When you two walked in everyone stayed silent and turned around almost breaking their necks to take a glance at the millenary event: Armin with a girl.

“Umm, hi.” You introduced yourself briefly and everyone waved.

“Well Hello!” Soon a tall guy jumped to greet both of you. “My name is Jean I am practically Armin’s twin, nice to finally meet you.”

“This… this is beautiful!” Connie said about the whole scene.

Soon faces started matching names, Armin gave a seriously scary look to everyone and he sat down quietly by Mikasa’s side so you sat besides him. You knew Mikasa was Mikasa because she matched the description Armin gave of her perfectly and you were soon complimenting her v-shaped bangs and she smiled and complimented you back; knowing that Mikasa wouldn’t say any unnecessary comments, Armin felt instantly calmer.

"The alc is here!” Eren celebrated walking into the house, showing two bottles, one in each hand as trophy’s.

“What if we actually got drunk?” You asked Armin knowing that neither of you had ever been genuinely drunk and he seemed hesitant for a second but ended up agreeing.

“I just hope I don’t do anything embarrassing.”

“He will for sure do sum embarrassing shit!” Eren laughed launching at the sofa. "Did you not invite Tiffany?"

"No she is busy studying..." You said turning to take a glance at Armin whose eyes were wide open.

Inevitably people started walking in and the real party started. Loud music and the so called alc that Eren and Sasha brought being passed around in clichey red cups.

“What is this again?” Armin asked yelling, pointing at his cup for a second.

“Malibu rum.” Eren answered.

You took a sip of the tasty liquor and stayed seating, there were some people dancing already but you and Armin just looked at each other laughing.

“How was your piercing been?” You asked seeing that he kept biting on it.

“It’s almost healed but I can’t stop playing with it.” He admitted defeated. “So what are we supposed to do here?”

“I would like to know… We are so smart and still can’t figure it out!” You exclaimed throwing your arm over his shoulder and pulling him a little closer to hug him sideways.

“I think I wanna dye my hair… I’ve been too corrupted. If me from a year ago saw me now, he’d have a heart attack.”

“For sure, from how cute you are.” You smiled and he looked away embarrassed. Since you both didn’t know what else to do, you started sipping slowly from the cup and since Eren made sure to fill it up every time he noticed, you two were already somewhat tipsy. “I will dye your hair, but not all of it.”

“Can I have a…uhm, vkei cut?” He asked and you nodded, “And some dye.”

“Do you think we are becoming stupid?” You asked out of nowhere and seeing him nodding lit your lips in laughter. Then, absorbed by the influence of the alcohol, you decided to stand up and extend your hand to ask him up too. He took a good while denying but eventually stood up lightly holding on to your hand, asking why you were making him stand up. “Let’s take a breath outside.”

You held his hand across the people jumping around and reached the door, there were some people smoking and chatting but you stood away from them and simply leaned on the wall.

“Have you read a fanfic about a party and wished you were there but now that we are in a party it’s kinda dumb?”

“What makes you think I read fan fiction?” Armin asked back to your question laughing; he was organizing his hair and his concentrated face made him look really attractive. “I really don’t mind it here if I can just be with you.”

“Oh really?” You tried to ask after the liquid in your mouth escaped to your throat making you cough for air, he nodded in a very serious manner.

“Let’s stay for a little and then leave… we can read… or watch a movie or have our own party.”

“You’re so unhinged when you’re drunk.” You laughed and he immediately argued that he wasn’t drunk.

Eventually you went back to the house, and after seating in the same spot and talking with Armin while Eren kept refilling your cups for a good while, you both agreed to leave and spend your time in a place you two felt more comfortable in.

“Mikasa said she left my jacket upstairs, I’ll go get it.” You said after coming back from talking with her, Armin said he’d go with you and you agreed. You immediately grabbed his hand to not get lost from each other and went upstairs. Mikasa had said she left the jacket in the last room of the corridor. People were doing a line to go to the bathroom and trying to get in a room, so when one of the doors opened someone ran to go in and pushed you. Luckily Armin was still holding your hand and prevented you from falling.

“Oh God I could’ve fallen…” You stayed still for a moment and in your intoxicated state decided that it was best to thank Armin by hugging him. “Thanks ‘Min.”

He was oddly not so shy to receive the hug and corresponded by hugging you back. He was so drunk and he felt oddly decided about life so all timidity had vanished from his nervous system.

“You don’t need to thank me, how am I going to let you fall right in front of me?” He mentioned still clinging to his cup in one hand while with the other one he held onto the entirety of your waist, whispering in your ear just to make sure that you could listen regardless of how loud the music was.

“Armin shut up…” You moved away shyly.

“So when I do hug you back you don’t like it?” He held somewhat firmly to you. “Do you not like me back?”

“What…?” Your heart dropped when hearing his words. “What do you mean?”

“Answer my question first.” He demanded, in a serious manner. His hair was sticking to his forehead and his cologne impregnating onto your clothes too, his eyebrows were furrowed over his eyes and his mouth still had the bittersweet taste of the rum. He was gone. “Why don’t you like me back?”

“Armin…” you felt slightly suffocated by his arm holding you, but his words reverberated in your brain. Since the moment you saw him in class you liked him, since he was shy to talk, since he met you in the library, since the beginning you had liked him. “I do like you.”

His eyes slowly opened when the realization hit, almost enough to sober him up for a whole second.

“What…?” It was him now asking, his heart about to kill him.

“I don’t know where you got that idea of me not liking you, but I do, I like you.”

He stayed silent for a good time, the grip of his arm on your waist softening up and his eyes locked in yours because if he looked away once he wouldn’t be able to look back at you.

“I’m sorry… I already ruined it.” He finally averted his gaze to look at the floor.

“Armin it’s okay, you didn’t ruin anything.” Though you tried to make him look back at you, he refused to, so you lifted your hands from his neck to his face to make him look at you. “I won’t stop liking you just because you get silly.”

He kept silent so you decided to give up everything and approach him softly to kiss him. A soft and quick peck.

“I’ve been liking you since I saw you.” You confessed, his lips remained slightly opened and his intense eyes went back to yours, “I’ve been about to kiss you many times before but I just wasn’t brave enough... but I really, really, like you."

The door of the room in the back suddenly opened and since you saw some girl walking to get in, you grabbed Armin's hand and ran towards the room. Once inside you closed the door and looked at him. “So like you back, you said?”

His overall mood seemed enhanced, but he was as embarrassed as he could be.

“I like you a lot… but thought I had no chance.”

“Sometimes you forget to charge your brain.” You close the distance by walking to him, he closes his eyes as to avoid looking at you so you hung your hands on his neck. “I had a feeling you liked me but didn’t know how to act with this situation… I should have confessed…”

“Do you really like me?” He asked opening his eyes and you softly squeezed his cheek.

“Really!? How could I not? You are the smartest person I know, you have a wonderful personality, you are insanely attractive and cute…” You held his face now and forced him to look at you. You let your fingers caress his soft skin, his eyes were focused on your face, all over, analyzing every feature of yours like he had done a million times before, memorizing the exact shape of your lips because he couldn’t look away from them… how had he felt them, how dare he, he had been blessed… but he already started to forget the feeling.

“You are just drunk.”

“I am drunk but that is unrelated.” You said serious. “Ask me tomorrow. Ask me any day. I don’t know why you’re doubting me.”

“I’m not doubting you… I just don’t get it.” Armin kept talking bout you were quick to shush him.

“I don’t wanna hear it.” You said firmly and he nodded almost obediently. “This is what will happen. I take my jacket and sit in the bed for a minute to catch my breath, if you want to continue denying that I like you, you can leave. If you accept that I like you without questioning my reasons, you can sit besides me and give me a kiss back.”

After hearing the options, it seemed clear that he had made his choice, yet it took him some long seconds of finding his balance standing up and then sitting besides you.

"There." He softly kissed your cheek, clearly too embarrassed to give you a real kiss and you cursed not having specified that the kiss should have been on the lips. "I can't yet bring myself to dare kiss you, I hope that suffices."

"You little mischievous leprechaun." You scolded him and he couldn't help but laugh at the odd wording of your insult. "It does not really suffice."

He looked at you clearly thinking of what to do but you were quick to grab his hand and kiss him again.

You had never talked about romantic stuff, both of you too embarrassed to ever bring it up, but from kissing him you noticed his relative lack of experience: he didn't move his lips much and simply held your hand.

"Am I hurting your lip baby?" You asked carefully brushing a strand of his hair behind his ear and he denied, shockwaves making him shiver at the way you called him; he sighed strongly as to calm down his nerves. He gently passed his tongue across his piercing as to move it back to the place he liked it. You went back to kissing him and now it seemed he had picked up what you had done before, his lips were gently sucking on your bottom lip and his free hand was placed gently on your cheek while the other one still held onto yours. Both of you seemed eager to finally kiss after months of suffering and hiding your feelings, the warm alcohol running through your veins turned you bold.

"You picked that up already?" You asked pulling away after finally noticing that he had learned from the short kiss you had given him before. He nodded.

"You kissed me like that and it felt good, so I replicated it."

"I should be scared of you." You laughed nervously.

"I may be inexperienced but I am not dumb." His statement sent shivers down your spine. You stopped for a moment to look at his eyes that were consumed in determination like you had never seen them.

"You can't possibly win..." You muttered and he laughed saying that it was not about winning but you gently pushed his back towards the mattress, his expression changing fast at the sudden movement. He blinked once and when he opened his eyes you had shifted from his side to his lap. He gave a simple look at his lap, your knees to each side of his hips and your weight resting on him. He looked up and saw your gaze, on him like a predator, his pupils expanded. He quite did not know you were this type of lover, it looked like it was not just because you were drunk.

"You are much of a fast learner," You complained tying up your hair as to take the long strands out of your face. "If I am not careful with you, soon you will have me subdued." You pointed at him and he bit your finger. You both erupted in laughter as you approached him to kiss again. His eyes expectant of your movements, so you gave him a loud kiss in the cheek before going back to his lips that were impatient to have yours again. He made sure to let you know that he had missed them, tangling his arms around your neck and interlocking his lips on yours in a wet kiss. After pulling away a few inches to breath, you switched to encage his bottom lip now and he corresponded with your upper, gently licking your lip before opening his eyes daring. You caught the glimpse of his gaze and reciprocated the daring look before opening your mouth and meeting his tongue with yours.

While he got lost in the moment, tasting your mouth and exploring cautiously, a thought creeped in the back of his head; he knew he was acting oddly and realized that he was in fact drunk. Something in him ought to decelerate the moment but he lost his determination when your lips gently moved from his lips to his neck and your hand started trailing down his jawline, to his chest and to the waistband of his pants.

The door then opened abruptly and though your first instinct was to yell that the room was occupied, when you and Armin turned to look at the door, you saw Mikasa and a disheveled Eren almost holding tears, both in shock at finding his friend finally getting some action.

Both you and Armin immediately sat straight and he moved you from his lap back to the bed.

"What happened?" You attempted to say.

"Eren has separation anxiety." Mikasa rolled her eyes as Eren clung to her. "He refused to go home without finding him first."

You looked at Armin, who seemed almost angry. You both got up as if you had agreed mentally and walked towards the door.

"I didn't know though," The look in Eren faced changed immediately from sorrowful to a malicious grin.

"Whatever." Armin pushed his friend out of the way.

[gnarpmster42069]

light - a. arlert

cw: nerd!armin, study partners, fluff, gn!reader, lazy!reader, no established relationship, friend crush, based on the wave to earth song.

a/n: armin listens to w2e, nobody can tell me otherwise

wc: 500

“okay.. explain it to me one more time.” 

armin stares at you blankly through blond strands of hair, “I’ve explained it five times already.” 

you whine dramatically. you’ve been stuck on this same question for the past hour. it’s not your fault that history is so boring! 

you let your head rest on the cold surface of the library desk. “im just gonna do this tomorrow..” you mumble.

armin looks on at your hopeless, slumped state across from him and he takes a deep sigh. he knows you have the potential to finish all of your work with ease if you actually put in the effort.

he adjusts his glasses, clearing his throat before he speaks, “here, I have something for you.” 

you peek your head up in curiosity, expecting some answers or possibly some snacks to take your mind off of things. to your disappointment, armin pulls some flashcards from out of his backpack.

your brows furrow and you let out an exasperated sound. “please not again.” 

“yes, again.” he dismisses, being used to your usual behavior. he holds the cards close to him so that you’re not tempted to read the opposite side of them. 

“okay.. who was hirohito?” he asks, looking up from the card.

your usually rampant brain goes blank. you really need to pay attention in class more. “uhm..” you drag out under your breath, squinting at the ceiling as if it’ll give you the answer. 

“come on, you know this one. we spent, like, two weeks in class talking about him.” armin stares at you in anticipation of your answer.

you blink a few times, desperately racking your brain. nothing. you shake your head, “I don’t know, it’s not ringing any bells.” 

he flips the card around to read ‘emperor of japan in 1926.’

you raise your eyebrows in acknowledgment, “oh yeaahh, I remember now!” you say, unconvincingly. 

armin lets a hand travel up to his head to massage his temples. “he was emperor from 1926 to 1989. it’s interesting; he had the longest reign in the entirety of japan’s imperial history. he seems to be very controversial though…” 

a smile forms on his face, contagiously enough for you to do the same. the truth is, you did know the answer. you just needed an excuse to get armin to rant about whatever nerdy stuff he was into. 

the way he seemed so passionate about everything was your favorite thing about him. it was enough to get your heart to race. however, his facts were flying right over your head. 

he waves a hand in front of your face, attempting to get your attention. “are you listening?”

“oh sorry, you were saying?” you smile cheekily, letting your head rest in your hand. 

written by chloë💟

[levigarden999]

first hot chocolate ₊°｡❆ husband!levi x reader

theme : your older husband and you are enjoying a peaceful winter day ❅ notes : hey luvlies ♡ what would you think of a olderhusband!levi x reader series? just fluffy / smutty one shots about the life and marriage between levi and reader lmk

your husband!levi and you were currently enjoying a cold winter day out in your backyard. small and delicate snow flakes were peacefully landing on the white yard, while the sun tried to desperately peak through the clouds in the sky. some light managed to hit the snowy land and trees, making the substance sparkle beautifully, as if millions of stars were blinking at you at the same time.

you were sitting at a bench, which levi had placed there the last summer. he had renovated the whole backyard of yours, building a small, pretty area with benches, tables and a grill. he had even done gardening, planting beautiful flowers and herbs to surround your small but pretty backyard.

levi had said he mainly built the thing, because you often liked to host dinner parties and invite your mutual friends, such as hange and erwin. levi wasn't the one who enjoyed grilling that much - because of the smell of the smoke - but erwin loved it and often prepared burgers for the whole group.

you watched the grill and the table which was now hidden under a tarp with snow piled on top of it. you often missed summer and the warmth, but now you felt pretty satisfied and content with the current weather.

levi was currently descending the stairs from the house, with his gloved hands holding two steaming cups. he was wearing a warm beanie with few strands of raven hair peeking underneath it, a puffy black jacket which was almost too big for him, white mittens which you had made for him and a scarf. the tip of his nose and his pale cheeks were slightly reddened from the crispy bite of the frost, which you found adorable.

he walked over to you and sat back down, offering you the other mug. you took it between your hands, matching mittens covering your skin as well.

"thanks, love" you smiled gently and took a sip from your hot chocolate. the flavor was sweet and creamy, the warmth of the drink feeling relieving against the cold, freezing weather.

you watched as levi sipped from his own cup, which obviously contained tea. he refused to try anything new, he preferred safe, 'always tasty' kind of options.

"why won't you taste this? please, it's so good" you pleaded, giving him a slightly pouty look as you offered the cup to him.

"tch" levi answered with a small roll of his eyes, but you could see a hint of a smirk on his lips. "i told you i just don't like sweet beverages that much."

you knew that was true. levi had grown in poor environment, so obviously he never got used to the sugary, sweet foods, while you were the opposite. you loved the taste of something sweet - and levi often took advantage of this knowledge by buying you chocolates or baking cookies for you.

"at least taste it! i promise you won't be disappointed" you continued to whine, pushing the cup right under his nose. "mmmhh, smell that- it's so good, right?" you hummed playfully, trying to courage him further.

"you're such a brat, you know that?" he sighed, but you knew that tone of voice. he was slowly giving in to your sweet puppy eyes.

"you like it, old man, don't pretend" you smirked back, with a knowing look in your eyes.

levi let out a small chuckle before he sighed. "fine. i'll taste it" he mumbled almost with embarrassment by the fact he once again, for the millionth time, had given in to you. he just couldn't say no to your adorable face.

"yay!" you cheered and took his tea cup, while he took your cup and with obvious suspicion smelled the brown liquid.

"looks like shit. literally."

you rolled your eyes dramatically. "just try it, i promise it's the best thing you've ever tasted! after me, of course."

levi grumbled something incoherent, before he raised the cup to his pale lips and took a sip. his eyebrows were furrowed in a suspicious, always concerned way, as he tasted the sweet sensations on his tongue.

"hmm" he hummed in thought and took another sip. his facial expressions hadn't changed one bit, which made your anticipation worse.

"so? you like it?" you asked almost giddily, your eyes sparkling under the faint sunshine coming from the clouds.

levi's eyebrows raised a little and a small curl formed in his lips while he shrugged. "not bad. but still, too sweet" he said with almost approval in his tone as he gave you the cup back.

you could tell he liked it more than he wanted to admit.

"i don't mind making this for you, though" he added with his casual tone. "i saw something in the newspapers about people adding whipped cream on those drinks. i could make you that."

you laughed softly, amused by the fact how clueless he really was. levi was an incredibly intelligent man, but at the same time, he was so clueless and innocent about everything that were so normal to you.

"you could, yes, i'd love it" you said and leaned in to give a kiss on his cold yet soft cheek. levi always pampered you and wanted to surprise you with these simple, yet so meaningful things.

you leaned your head against levi's shoulder, the puffy jacket under your cheek feeling soft and comfortable. the snowing was slowly coming to an end, but you two sat there in silence for a moment longer enjoying your warm drinks, the white bliss around you feeling dreamy and peaceful.

[lady-datura]

nerd!armin doesn’t like to share…

the semester’s over, and that means it’s time to celebrate and let loose :D

except someone wants to keep you all to himself

(art credit: musapylsa on tiktok)

Strobe lights flashed through the cramped, crowded dance floor as music blared through the cheap speakers sitting on a makeshift DJ booth. Everything you saw was washed in a mixture of blue, purple and white flashing lights. You felt good- really good. A light buzz coursing through your veins with the beat of the music, you couldn’t help yourself from swaying and smiling along with your friends.

It had taken a little convincing, but as a reward for acing your finals for the semester you and your friends had decided to go to one of the more underground rave clubs near your university. You slipped on your skimpiest dress and heels, styled your hair and makeup to perfection, and confidently arrived at the club ready to dance away the stress of the last semester. You wouldn’t have made it through that anatomy lab without your lab partner, Armin, giving you those private tutoring sessions. You’d have to remember to thank him later.

As the music dipped and swelled, the beat carried your body, making you feel as if you were floating. The alcohol might have had something to do with it, but damn did it feel nice to truly let go for a night. As you gazed across the dim, crowded room, you thought you spotted a flash of familiar blonde hair. However, by the time you glanced over again, it was gone. You hummed to yourself for a moment before shrugging and going back to the music.

Suddenly you felt a pair of hands ghost over your waist, gently guiding your movements. You turned around with an exasperated expression, expecting to see one of your friends. Your eyes widened as you realized it was not in fact one of them.

“Hey there, pretty girl.” The man smirked, raising his eyebrow slightly. He seemed familiar, but definitely not someone you’d fraternized with much.

You gave him a mildly disgusted look, hoping to deter him from continuing his pursuit. To your dismay, he continued anyway.

“Name’s Eren. I feel like I’ve seen you around before, do you go to school here?” He fixed his thick, dark hair under his frat baseball cap, clearly trying to show off his arms in the dim light.

Eren… Eren, Armin’s friend? You stood there puzzled for a moment trying to figure out how these two could possibly get along before realizing that he was still waiting for an answer. Sighing, you decided to oblige.

“Yeah, I do.” You replied curtly, turning back to your friends and the music.

You heard him chuckle behind you, and after a moment a gentle tug on your shoulder.

“Hey, come on now, let me at least buy you a drink.” He smiled again, pulling at the collar of his already-torn t-shirt. You sighed and considered for a moment.

“Alright.” You had to admit he was attractive, even if he was a frat boy. Maybe a little fun wouldn’t be so bad, as a treat.

You follow him through the thick crowd of people, his hand on your waist guiding you through. You smirk to yourself a little at the confident gesture, but decide not to mention it. When you make it to the bar, he glances over at you expectantly.

“Gin and tonic.” You said, flashing a small, sweet smile. He nodded and waved over the bartender as you looked around at the dancing crowd. For a moment you think you see a blonde out of the corner of your eye, but when you looked again, it had disappeared. You shook your head slightly before turning back to face the bar, Eren’s hand outstretched with your drink.

You took it gratefully and began sipping as you made small talk with Eren. To your surprise, he actually seemed quite passionate about politics. You talked with him for a while, or rather, listened to his strong opinions for a while before his phone started buzzing in his pocket.

He glanced down and sighed, offering an apologetic look.

“Sorry, it’s my buddy. He might be looking for me.” He put the phone up to his ear and turned away, and you thought you saw a familiar name on the screen for a moment. You shrugged to yourself, going back to people watching.

Suddenly there was a hard tug on the side of your dress, and before you knew what was happening you were being whisked away from the bar.

“Wait- hey!” You exclaimed before glancing up and seeing very familiar blonde hair and glasses. “Armin?”

He glanced down at you and nodded as he continued guiding you away from the bar, his phone against his ear.

“Yeah man, I’ll keep an eye out- Yeah, yeah. Later.” He quickly ended the call as he stopped by the back corner of the club, his arm still around your waist. He looked back down at you, his expression almost… annoyed?

“Armin, what are you doing here? Why did you just-“ You started, pausing as you noticed his expression shift.

“My friends dragged me out here. I don’t mind the crowd or noise so much, though. It’s kinda fun people watching.” He raised his eyebrow slightly, glancing between you and the bar. “So, who was that?”

You shifted slightly, shrugging. You glanced back at the bar as well, spotting a confused Eren glancing around looking for you. You turned back to Armin, slightly annoyed.

“Some guy named Eren, he bought me a drink and you just swooped in and-“

That face again, why did he keep making that face? There was something in his eyes that you had never seen before.

“I needed to talk to you, I figured Eren could wait.”

You furrowed your brows, crossing your arms over your chest. You noticed his gaze drop for a moment as you did that, but you decided to let it slide for now.

“Isn’t he one of your buddies?” You pressed, and he shrugged.

“Yeah. I called him just now so he’d finally take his eyes off you for a second.”

Your eyes widened as you thought back to Armin being on the phone when he grabbed you.

“That was you?”

He seemed slightly sheepish now, his cheeks flushed from the heat (and probably a few drinks, judging by his demeanor). He nodded, his gaze dropping to your waist as he pulled you closer again.

“You don’t need guys like him swarming you, trust me.” He murmured against your ear, his warm breath tickling your skin. “I’ve never seen you in this outfit before…” He trailed off, his eyes glued to your dress.

You felt your cheeks flush under his heavy gaze, the room suddenly feeling much warmer. You were acutely aware of his steady arm around your body, his chest rising and falling against your arm as he stood pressed against you.

“Why do you get to decide that?” You pressed further, looking back up to meet his gaze. Not that you particularly cared for Eren, more out of curiosity about Armin’s true motives.

He groaned and buried his face against your neck, taking you by surprise. You pushed him back slightly, just enough to look at his face again.

“Hey, are you that drunk already?” You laughed slightly, and he shook his head with a sheepish grin.

“No, you just smell really good.” He wrapped his arms around you and rested his head on your shoulder, and you sighed. When you glanced over, you realized why he was suddenly being so clingy.

Eren had glanced over to the two of you, clearly noticing the situation and disappearing back into the crowd of people. You sighed and smiled to yourself.

“He’s gone.” You poked his side lightly. He chuckled and looked back up at you.

“About time.” He muttered, nipping gently at your ear.

Your eyes widened again as you blushed and pushed him back again.

“Armin, what’s gotten into you?” You said playfully, intrigued by his sudden change of character. While you had gotten to know him quite a bit through your private “tutoring” sessions, you had never pegged him as the jealous type.

He shrugged again, pulling slightly at your short dress.

“You’re the one who came out looking like this…” He trailed off, rubbing the fabric through his fingers.

You shivered at his touch, your pulse quickening.

“Are you saying it like it’s a good thing or a bad thing?” You questioned, smirking slightly.

He laughed and smiled, looking up at you with a hunger that left you breathless.

“A good thing, a very good thing.” He paused for a moment before adding, “For me.”

He leaned in, nipping at your ear again before trailing down to your neck. You shivered, your arms moving to rest over his shoulders.

“Hey- there are so many people around-“ You protested lightly.

“So?” He muttered against your neck, almost growling.

You sighed and pushed him back slightly again.

“I’m not a trophy to display.” You added somewhat sternly, and he quietly considered for a moment.

Suddenly you felt him pulling you away again, towards the dark hallway lined with bathrooms and some kind of storage closet labeled “Employees Only.” He quickly slid past the door, completely ignoring the sign as he pulled you inside.

Before you had time to process, his hands were on you, his lips glued to your neck. You let out a soft sound, only fueling his growing hunger.

“I need you, please.” He murmured between hot kisses down your neck, his hands wandering up your thighs and under your dress.

You moaned breathlessly, nodding. “Y-yeah, keep going.”

Between his sudden possessiveness, the needy touches, and probably a little alcohol, you realized that your panties had become soaked. Armin quickly realized this as well, his fingers tracing over the damp fabric. He groaned against your neck, sending shivers across your skin.

“Mmm, already wet for me? In public too… So naughty.” He breathed against your skin, causing even more heat to pool in your core.

“It’s not- mmm- my fault.” You managed to stutter as he began softly stroking over your panties, your core throbbing with need.

You felt him smile against your neck as he slipped a finger under your panties, gliding through your slick as he moaned.

“God, you’re so perfect…” He softly bit into your shoulder, causing you to gasp and moan.

“Armin-“ You shivered as his finger glided over your needy bundle of nerves, sending shocks of pleasure through you.

He groaned, rubbing tight circles over your clit as your legs began to tremble.

“Mhmm, say my name again.” His voice was dangerously low, his other hand moving to grip your ass as he continued pleasuring you.

You gasped, your head falling back against the wall behind you as your eyes fluttered shut.

“Fuck, Armin…” You moaned, trying desperately to keep your voice down. Despite how quickly your mind was becoming foggy from pleasure, you knew you didn’t want to get caught in this closet.

“You remember the reproductive unit in our anatomy lab? How there’s more than one way to stimulate the clitoris…” He trailed off as his fingers slipped into you, curling up and applying pressure against your sweet spot.

You blinked, seeing stars as he began pumping his fingers inside you, never letting up on the steady pressure.

“Oh fuck- oh god-“ You stuttered and moaned, your legs shaking as you leaned more heavily against the wall behind you.

“Good, good, just like that.” He murmured against your neck, breathing in your scent as you trembled against him.

Tension coiled in your stomach as he rapidly pushed you closer to the edge, your mind completely consumed by the sensation of his fingers inside of you.

“P-please, please I’m so close.” You whimper, holding tightly onto him.

He chuckled softly and nipped your ear, murmuring, “Come now, come all over my fingers for me.”

You gasped, his words sending you careening over the edge into bliss. He continued pumping his fingers through your orgasm, prolonging the pleasure before quickly spinning you around to face the wall.

Still in a daze from the pleasure, you brace yourself against the wall as you glance back at him.

“Armin?” You questioned softly, watching as he swiftly unbuttoned his pants and revealed his hard, aching cock.

You squeezed your thighs together at the sight, drinking in the needy expression on his face as he slowly stroked himself while looking at your disheveled state.

“You’re so fucking hot…” He muttered, barely audible against the muffled music and voices outside.

He stepped closer, his pupils blown out as he looked up at your gaze, a quiet plea in his eyes. You quickly nodded, slipping out of your panties and bending over slightly, presenting yourself to him.

He groaned and quickly closed the distance between you, his hands grabbing your ass and hips, grinding desperately against you.

“Nnngh- please, please, I need your sweet little pussy…” He whined against your ear, pulling your hips back against his body.

You quickly nodded, moaning softly. “Y-yeah, take it-“

He wasted no time, sliding the head of his dick through your folds, teasing you for a moment before pushing inside. You gasped, your breath getting caught in your throat as you felt him slowly fill you, inch by inch.

He groaned as he bottomed out inside you, giving you a moment to adjust before starting a maddeningly slow pace. You whined and squirmed against him, desperate for more.

“P-please, faster…” You stuttered, eliciting a dark laugh from him as his grip tightened on your hips.

“Nngh- be patient.” He moaned, steadily increasing his rhythm.

Suddenly you heard a phone buzzing, startling both of you. Armin paused for a moment, pulling out his phone and scowling. You managed to see the name on the screen before he declined the call and tossed his phone back in his pocket.

“Eren? Think he’s looking for you?” You said with a small grin on your face.

He narrowed his eyes at you, holding your gaze as he suddenly slammed into you.

“Fuck!” You cried out, bracing yourself against the wall.

He continued the brutal pace, pulling out and thrusting back into you with enough force to cause your thighs and ass to slap against his body. Each stroke hit your g-spot perfectly, causing your legs to tremble once again as you felt a familiar tension coiling in your stomach.

“Mmm- Armin, oh my god…” You moaned, earning a curt slap on the ass.

“Yeah? Say it again, who’s making you feel this good?” He growled into your ear as he snaked his hand around, rubbing tight circles on your clit as he pounded into you.

“Oh fuck- Armin!” You gasped, your legs barely holding you up as pleasure coursed through you, the heat and overstimulation becoming almost unbearable.

You heard the faint sound of someone calling out a name outside the door. Through your pleasure-addled brain fog, you caught what sounded like Eren’s voice calling for Armin. The sound seemed to set Armin off even more, and you felt his hand make contact on your ass again.

“Again. Louder.” He breathed against your ear, leaning in to suck and bite on your neck.

You shivered at his possessive tone, moaning as he nibbled your skin.

“Armin, please!” You cried out, your walls fluttering and clenching around him as you rapidly approached your second climax.

He groaned and smiled against your neck, never letting up on his brutal pace.

“Good girl. Go on, come for me. Let me hear you.”

You whined and gasped, moaning his name over and over as you came hard around his throbbing cock. He groaned, thrusting a few more times before his hips stuttered to a stop, spilling inside you.

You both panted heavily, leaning against the wall for support as you caught your breath. After a moment he slowly pulled out, a cocky smile plastered across his face as he fixed his pants and glanced up at you.

You blushed as he drank in the sight of you, ruined and breathless against the wall. He stepped forward again, turning you around to face him and capturing your lips in a hot, passionate kiss. You felt his tongue piercing as he entered your mouth, sending a shiver through your body.

The sound of Armin’s phone buzzing cut through the heat of the moment, and he groaned into the kiss. He finally pulled back, pulling his phone out and answering the call with an exasperated tone.

“What? Yeah, I’ll come find you. Okay, yeah, by the bar. Heading over.” He ended the call, slipping his phone back into his pocket before turning his attention back to you.

“Eren. Apparently he thought I disappeared.” He said as he started fixing your dress and hair, helping you slip back into your panties.

You laughed and smiled up at him. “Well, you kinda did.”

He shrugged and smiled back. “Yeah. Hey… Come by my place tonight. Once your friends go home.”

He looked up at you sincerely, his ocean eyes searching yours.

“Thinking about round two already?” You grinned, poking his shoulder.

He laughed and shrugged as he reached up to fix his hair. “Maybe. That, and treating you to a nice breakfast.”

You smiled and nodded, leaning in to kiss his cheek.

“I’ll text you.”

He kissed you again, holding you for a moment before sighing and opening the door.

“Don’t be too long.” He flashed a quick smile as he turned to head out of the closet.

You sighed and nodded, pushing him out. “Yeah, yeah.”

[justevelynnnn]

What the boys got you for christmas 😍🎄‼️

Notes: Just a little something for christmas 😭👍🏾 i haven’t written anything else lately cause of work but that armin angst is still coming! But yeah, still merry Christmas!

Context: The following aot boys x black!fem reader. (not proofread😭)

Warnings: fluff aside from couple of cuss words and mention of getting high on plug!connie’s part

Characters: Armin, Eren, Connie, Jean and Reiner Bonus!: Nerd Armin and Plug!Connie

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Armin:

- Armin is so sweet.. From the moment u met him u knew he was a soft bookworm with a kind heart. He asked you to be his on valentine’s day by writing a letter confessing his feelings.

- You were happy to be his fr and you were really excited when y’all’s first christmas together came around.

- You got him this limited edition old dictionary, one of those fake aquariums from the 2000s, a fancy microscope and the entirety of his favorite book series.

- However when Christmas came and it was his turn you couldn’t have been more surprised.

- He got you multiple cute chanel coats and purses, a box of your favorite chocolate, a box of miss dior and an entire macbook😭😭😭

- “ARMIN?!?” You exclaim. “Since when ever was you rich????!?”

- And the boy just smiled at you and said he saved a bunch of money from his job but you didn’t really believe it.

- He also spent the whole day watching christmas movies and taking taking cute pictures together with you😚❤️❤️

Eren:

- You and Eren got officially together on Halloween after a party so you guys were still kinda new and tryna feel each other out.

- You knew he liked working out so you just got him some gray sweatpants, some protein crap and one of those flannel hoodies.

- This boy ended up getting you some uggs and one of those “The tote bag” bags and a bunch of bath and body work stuff

- He even got all your favorite scents, aw❤️

- Eren acted like he didn’t always listen or pay attention but he clearly was the whole time and it made your heart melt🥹

- Eren didn’t wanna do the sappy shit he did but he sure wasn’t gonna show it right now so he just hopped on the game and you happily watched for the rest of the day.

Connie:

- Connie and you spent yall first christmas together as not really a couple but that weird talking stage thing. You still counted tho cause you might as well be his gf🤷🏾‍♀️

- Connie was a goof ball fr so you didn’t really know what to get him. When it came down to the serious emotional stuff y’all just joked yall way out of it and so it was this weird limbo ish going on

- You settled on a nike jacket and a gift card to his favorite restaurant. You felt so bad cause it seemed like bare minimum but Connie was excited regardless!

- He said it’s the “thought that counts🥰😊” and all you could say after a few seconds was “Moral of the story headass..” and yall just busted out laughing

- Connie ended up getting you the brown faux jacket you saw and wanted from burlington, some pearl earrings and a necklace and a visa gift card with-

- “How much money is on here Con?”

- “$500.😗”

- WHAT?!!!2!@/

- You were expecting $50 or even $100 but $500? Half a band?

- “Yeah i didn’t know what to get u so…😗have fun!”

- You hugged him so hard and accidentally said he was the best boyfriend ever but when you pulled away to quickly apologize he just shushed you and said, “Anything for my beautiful girlfriend😌..”

Jean:

- You and jean got together in the summer after school let out. Jean didn’t talk much like Eren but he was a goof ball like Connie especially when he was around him.

- You didn’t have much to work with embarrassingly. It was gonna be y’all’s 6 month anniversary on christmas but you barely knew a thing about him!!

- You ended up getting him some polo club cologne, airpods and a plain black hoodie.

- When Christmas came around you received some jewelry, some of the makeup you use and a cute brown fluffy teddy bear 🧸❤️

- Y’all had a very chill christmas, Jean wanted to go for a walk so you went with naturally and y’all ended up witnessing a beautiful sunset❤️

Reiner:

- You and Reiner got together in spring. He asked you out by bringing you a bunch of flowers in a bouquet which was definitely on theme for spring time..

- Reiner also stayed to himself a little bit more but he was more open with you so you had a good idea of what he liked.

- You got you and him some matching pjs to wear for the holiday. You got him a couple of books since sometimes he would read, a fancy shaving kit, a couple of turtlenecks and a photo album of you guys first year together❤️

- You were really proud and happy of your gifts but then you saw he didn’t get you anything other than a bunch of replacements for the hair products you use.

- “Hold on i think i put your other gift over here….close your eyes real quick..”

- You sighed and closed your eyes. You prayed he wasn’t gonna put anything together out of nowhere. You were kinda disappointed but it was ok.

- You heard shuffling and then you could tell when he was right in front of you.

- “Ok, open.”

- When you opened your eyes yoy immediately took everything back.. what you saw was a kneeling reiner on one knee holding a gorgeous diamond ring 💍😍

- For christmas he gave you a proposal!!!

- Even though it was kinda early, to be honest you two were talking for a lil minute anyways so it still felt like proper timing.

- You guys planned your wedding for christmas eve as spent the rest of that day cuddling with him watching Christmas themed sit-comes

Bonus:

Nerd!Armin:

- You knew Nerd!Armin since you two were kids and over time feelings developed.. then it naturally blossomed into a relationship. It was kinda weird because as you two grew up you guys just slowly became girlfriend and boyfriend.

- Nerd!Armin had always been a bit brainy and a major science fan so it wasn’t hard to get him anything at all.

- You got him a brand new pc, plentyyyy of books especially the sci-fi types and some weird graphic tees.

- He smiled with his braces and handed you a louis vuitton purse that had some louis vuitton jewelry and perfume inside. Also a soft blanket with your favorite design/character on it, Dior makeup items and chocolates.

- “Where did you get the money to buy this? Cause all i see you do is watch youtube and science shit-“ You questioned in surprise.

- “Stocks..”

- You just shrugged cause you had no idea on what he was talking about but you were just happy this silly brainiac was yours for the holiday 🫶🏾

Plug!Connie:

- You and Connie started off as any other plug and customer. But then Connie started to catch feelings and by like August of this year he asked you to be his.

- He was very protective of you so by the time the holidays came around no one knew you two were a couple.

- He would always spoil you too with shopping sprees and paying for you to get your hair and nails did 💅🏾

- It was hard to think of what he’d want cause he could literally buy anything he wanted plus he didn’t really talk about himself much

- You settled on a couple of hoodies, one of those vape shark jackets and a game for his ps5.

- He ended up getting you a whole ass black Audi r8.

- Your jaw was on the floor 💀

- “Con, what the hellll..”

- “What? Y’don like it?”

- “I do but literally how??”

- “Ion know😗.”

- “Boy-“

- Connie never told you how he did it but he had proof it wasn’t stolen at least so 🙄

- He also got you a giant teddy bear and a new iphone.

- You kinda felt like your gifts were not the best compared to his but he assured you it was fine and he was grateful to have you regardless. ❤️

- You two ended up spending the rest of the day getting high and watching weird christmas movies no one talks about .

[i-heart-armin]

Chapter 1: With Seawater

Pairings: Armin Arlert x Female Reader

Summary: Armin and Reader have been living one degree of separation away from each other for years, but what if, by chance, they become tied together by the crashing waves that slowly chip away at their guarded walls.

The first chapter is an introduction of the characters and the beginning of their relationship, alongside some tension and humorous banter/predicaments.

Warnings: Suggestive themes, awkward situations, (very) slight angst.

Word Count: 4,399

You knew exactly how the friendship began, and how that led to the boy named Armin Arlert becoming an indispensable part of your life. You met at a beach, around a quarter past 8, the chilling sea breeze swept your hair into your eyes and you struggled to make out the blonde figure on the sand. The moonlight was your only salvation, no streetlight nor headlight shone bright enough to dance upon his golden locks. Your fingertips dipped into the crevice between your heel and shoe, meticulously prying them off your feet, only to shove them, along with your socks, into the woven basket of your bicycle.

The walk down the dunes was more of a skip, or maybe a jog, but there wasn’t enough time nor energy for deliberation, as your attention was far greater captivated by the figure that shuddered as the foamy sea water embraced his pale feet. More often than not you would choose not to purposely interact with strangers, as most people probably would alone on a cold, desolate, dark beach. It was out of character for you to stand 3.5 metres away from the stranger on a beach that could’ve expanded another couple hundred, and it was peculiar in the way that you awkwardly stuttered, “N-nice night out, isn’t it?”

He jumped, startled by your presence before his shoulders slumped and his neck swivelled to meet your face. “It is.” He said definitively, a strained smile placed upon his angelically adjacent features. Plush lips, rosy cheeks, a button nose, and eyes that could pierce your soul. You took anything and everything into account, physically at least, too wrapped up to notice the hint of caution in his voice, you proceeded further.

“Uh, so what brings you here on a Friday night?” Chuckling anxiously you anticipated his response, “That’s a hard question to answer, we’d be here for a while.” The waves came especially strong following his answer as if reinforcing the wall between you two. You stumbled backwards as you attempted to avoid getting water on the off-white dress you held to your thighs. “I have time.” You persisted, he grinned, a genuine smile that shone a beacon of hope in your pursuit. “Fine… I cave, It’s not like I have plans either.” When you grinned back at him, moonlight creating shadows where your dimples left subtle indents, he knew this was the beginning of something pivotal.

Shivers ran down your spine as you felt the ice-cold water splash onto your calves, the boy paused before opening his mouth to speak, as if contemplating at which point it would be fit to tell a stranger the story behind his twilight ventures. “..my name’s Armin.” He said, gazing out to the sea, his jawline sharp but cheeks soft. “I’m (name),” you replied back, and as if refusing to make eye contact he smiled down at the ever more interesting sand, the waves drawing back into themselves, “Nice to meet you, (name).” You didn’t move, your feet sinking deeper into the sand, immersing yourself in the feeling before yelping in surprise, as the water drenched the bottom hem of your dress.

“A-ah! Shit.., uh sorry- likewise.” To that, he finally turned to meet your eyes once again, quietly chuckling to himself about the way you had jumped backwards and carefully eyed him from the side to gather if he saw, he most definitely did. You weren’t exactly the discreet kind. “I was meant to go to a party tonight,” Armin said in the most monotonous voice, “So why didn’t you?” Silence enveloped the empty space before he gathered his thoughts once again. “It makes me feel lonely, despite being surrounded by countless people, I still seem to remain grounded by the glass ceiling.. or should I say cage- it seems more fitting.” Arlert wasn’t the type to open up, to anyone for that matter, let alone you, a stranger, he didn’t even know your last name. Nonetheless, he continued.

“Things are different in university, my friends haven’t been the same- I can’t help but third wheel them whenever we hangout as a trio, I’m happy for them, don’t get me wrong it’s just-“ he lets out a long sigh before continuing, “-it’s just, well, hard to adjust.” You stood, and pondered, the right words to say in this situation, it’s not like you could back out now, you were the one who asked for an answer. “I get it, and I don’t just say that for the hell of it, I understand how you feel. It's suffocating to be somewhere you don’t feel welcome, especially if that place was once your safety net.”

He looked back at you apologetically, as if he’d caused your past pain and worries because that’s just the type of person he is. His own feelings are inconsequential anyway. You gazed up at the stars and began to loosen the tension between your hands and your dress, allowing the fabric to be maneuvered by the waves, creating a sort of dance. Armin kept his composure, not daring to utter another word. You, however, interrupted his newfound equanimity as you scooped up the salty ocean water and raised your arms, letting the liquid stain his light blue jumper.

Astonished, yet intrigued, he bent down and gathered the water in his own hands as the waves pulled closer, before haphazardly scattering the droplets onto your skin, pebbled with goosebumps. Flinching, you slowly turned your head back around to meet his eyes, glaring ferociously, at which his slight smirk immediately dropped, “Sorry! I’m sorry I was just playing around-“ you hugged your stomach as you keeled over, your laughter interrupting Armin before he could overthink any further.

“Yeah, and I was just playing with you!” You said, accomplished, before clumsily kicking the water at him, and running deeper into the sea, almost tripping over the wet fabric of your dress as it clung to your legs. Defeated, Armin sighed before following you into the water, kicking the sea with all his might in your direction. The water drenched the back of your thighs, “I can play that game too, y’know.” He said with newfound resolve, “Oh really now? Do you know what you’re getting into here?”

Bending down you placed both your hands in the water, you paused to give him a menacing smile, before repeatedly splashing your hands in the water, soaking his dark-wash denim jeans. “I just bought these!” He complained, you could make out how his eyebrows furrowed and his lips lay slightly agape. “You prove my point, Armin.” You shrugged, before continuing your assault. He ran his fingers through his blonde hair and straightened his now crooked glasses, as if preparing something diabolical to throw back at you.

He lunged at you, tipping you off your balance and making you tumble to the ground, only for the ocean to smack you dead in the face while you attempted to scold Armin. The sea was obviously picking sides here. His face raised, stunned and slightly guilty for entirely bathing you in the freezing tide. That was until you sat up, spitting out the salty water from your mouth and wiping your eyes, now lit with a fire of revenge. You harshly tugged at his forearms causing the man to fall face-first into where you had previously landed, he sputtered and flailed like a fish out of water, which was ironic considering it was the opposite.

“What the hell (name)!” He shouted, with more of a teasing tone, before erupting into laughter once again. To which you joined in, the two of you completely forgetting the fact that you were drenched head to toe. “Armin look-“ the waves crashed roughly against the back of his head, dunking him in the process, now look who’s on the ocean’s good side. He brought his head up to gaze back into your eyes, in an effort to challenge you to yet another fight, but his glasses had different plans, slipping off the bridge of his upturned nose and landing in the water with a loud ‘splash!’

“Fuck!” Armin exclaims, startling you as the profanity starkly contrasted his innocent image. You watched the tide pull back before coming to your senses, reaching for the glasses that were about to be swallowed up by the sea. Your hands jutted out at the same time, coincidentally brushing against each other and short-circuiting Armins brain, he froze in his tracks while you managed to grab them in the nick of time.

“Thank you- thank you so much,” he chortled, you slumped back into the water before responding, “It was nothing, Armin- it’s my fault for pulling you in anyways, although you might want to put them back on the dry sand.” Your eyes adjusted to the light as you turned around and made out the shape of his white sneakers. “Yeah, I probably should.” Yet Armin didn’t move an inch, you waited a bit longer before asking, “Do you need help getting back?” Ashamed, he put his head to the side and nodded.

“You’re blinder than I thought” you joked, interlocking your hand with his. His breath hitched at the contact, yet he continued to follow your lead, placing his other hand on the ground as support. Armin was dragged out of the sea and onto the sand, where now that you were closer you could see the neatly folded socks placed in his shoes. You let go of his hand, much to his dismay, and sat down on the sand next to him, now feeling the breeze brushing against your wet clothing. You were sure he could feel it too, judging by the way his teeth began to chatter incessantly.

“It’s freezing, and now I have to ride back home on my bike.” You whined, burying your head in your knees as your body curled into itself for warmth. “I live a 2-minute walk from here if you need uh- to change? I’m not saying this in a weird way it’s fine if you don’t want to- I’m a stranger after all..” he rambled, but you trusted him, despite the fact that maybe you shouldn’t trust people you don’t know so carelessly. “No you’re good Armin, thank you for the offer I’m gonna get frostbite if I don’t change clothes soon.” You giggled, childishly, and he felt more at ease in your presence than he had for a long time.

Picking up one of the neatly folded socks, he wiped the lenses of his glasses, though still dirty it would do for now. Tucking his glasses behind his ears, he placed his shoes between his nimble fingers and stood up, signalling for you to do the same. You obliged, and began walking up the steep sand dune together. “Um so, I thought you should tell me about yourself, seeing as I’m going to your house, I need something to write down on the police report if I escape the kidnapping.” He laughed at your antics, but in his honeyed tone continued the answer your question, “I’m 19 years of age, my last name is Arlert, I go to _____ university, and I, uh- really like the ocean.”

Your eyebrows raised in surprise, “I go to _____ too! I’m surprised I’ve never seen you there before. And also, this isn’t a job interview, try to be a little more relaxed, will you?” He motioned his head up and down in agreement as the two of you made it up the dunes, stepping onto the flat surface of the car park where your bike stood, abandoned. “Me too, but to be fair it’s a pretty big uni. What’s your major?” You smiled, he conceded to your request. “I’m in pharmacology, how about you?”

He grasped the handles of your bike, kindly handing it to you. “I’m a double major, so organic chemistry, and to no one’s surprise, marine biology.” He joked, Armin was starting to warm up to you. “I would’ve never guessed.” You joked back as he halted in front of an apartment complex, not necessarily a dingy one, but a small one, only being about 3 stories high. “I’m on the third floor, you can leave your bike over there,” he glanced over at the fenced bike rack, where you hurriedly set it down, remembering to take your shoes before speed walking back over to Armin.

“C-can we please go inside it’s so chilly.” He fumbled with his keys, trying to open the door as quickly as possible before you rushed inside. “Didn’t mean to make you wait, let’s take the lift, hm?” The soft look in his eyes and the way he questioned you with that small, ‘hm?’ had your cheeks heating up ever so slightly. You were probably just catching a cold. “(Name)?” You realised you had gotten caught up in your thoughts, and brought back from your daze you played it cool with a smile and a “yes, sounds good to me.”

Barefoot, the two of you stepped into Armin's apartment, the entryway was littered with an ungodly amount of shoes, more messy than you were expecting for the guy who neatly folded his socks at the beach, however, you noticed 3 or 4 pairs by the corner, arranged tidily in a line. It dawned on you, roommates. “Do you live here with anyone else?” You asked, tilting your head to the side inquisitively. “I do, 3 other guys actually. But they’re not home, they’re at the aforementioned party.” He sighed, placing down his white sneakers next to his other pairs.

“I see… I have 2 roommates at my apartment, and I didn’t connect the dots before, but I think they might be at that party too. Seems like the whole school’s going huh?” He took your shoes from your hands and placed them next to his, before stepping further into the apartment. “So why aren’t you there either?”

Pausing to think, you silently followed him across the wooden floorboards, taking into account the characteristics of his home, starting with the coat rack by the front door that was dangerously leaning to one side from the sheer amount of weight it carried, you could barely see where the coat rack stopped and coats started. The large accent couch stood demanding in the centre of the living room, it looked vintage with its dark leather and slightly worn-in look, but it was littered with various items of clothing and food wrappers stuffed into the sides. As you finally approached Armin's room you noticed the magnets on the fridge, the type you get on holiday, they all looked like tropical locations so you assumed Armin must’ve collected them throughout his journeys, you thought to ask him about it later.

“Oh um, I don’t really know.. I usually like parties but felt I needed some alone time tonight.” He turned the latch on his door, allowing you to pass through. “If you wanted to be alone, then why did you approach me?” Oh so now he wanted to be bold. “I’m an indecisive person, I suppose.” You said with a shrug of the shoulders.

Subconsciously you began to examine his room, too, the juxtaposition between the rest of the house and how he kept his room was striking. It felt like a reflection of Armin more than anything, and you enjoyed it, the calm, serene atmosphere of his room, of him. It was different to the chaos you found yourself wrapped up in more times than you’d like to admit.

Armin, satisfied with your answer, squatted down to open his bottom drawer and rummaged around in search of something. He let out a triumphant “Aha!” After supposedly finding the item of interest, you found it cute. “Here, take these, you can change in the bathroom to the right, or I can get out if you want.” You smiled gratefully at him before taking the clothes into your grasp, another blue jumper, seemingly new with the word ‘Ipanema’ in bright yellow font branded on the front, as well as some plain grey sweatpants.

“Thank you so much, I’ll just change in the bathroom if you don’t mind.” You strode over to the washroom, locking the door behind you, at least you still had some survival instincts. “Of course, uh, no problem, when you’re done I can wash your dress!” He called out from behind the door. Dying to strip yourself of the uncomfortably wet fabric, you lifted the dress over your head and placed it down on the bathroom counter. You winced as you realised your underwear had also gotten soaked, with seawater, but nothing to do about that right now, it was either you kept your wet panties on or free-balled it. You chose the latter.

With your clothes left in a pile you reached for the jumper, you sighed in relief as the warm fabric draped over your shivering body, Armin’s sweet, homely scent only intensified the feeling. You took a minute to bask in it before finally sliding the sweatpants over your bare legs, making sure to tightly secure the drawstring with a double knot, in case of any... accidents. Before leaving you glanced in the mirror, it was exceptionally clean, as expected of Armin who you could gather was a very organised and hygienic person. Your hair, however, was a complete mess, windswept and ever so slightly crunchy after being showered with ocean water.

Your eyes scanned the counter and found a small comb, left with traces of Armin’s blonde strands. Not ideal, but it would do, you struggled to rake the comb through your hair but eventually smoothed it over to a semi-presentable standard. Turning to grab your old clothing, you took care in placing your undergarments in between the folds of the dress, you knew he’d most definitely see the lacy blue set when washing them but that didn’t mean you’d have to embarrass yourself in front of the guy.

Stepping outside the room you froze in your tracks. “Oh my god sorry!” You shouted, turning away from Armin who was fortunate enough to have just put his thin Hello Kitty boxers on, or maybe more unfortunate for you to see his choice of underwear. “I’m so sorry (name)!” He shouted back, scrambling to find some pants, a shirt, anything that would keep him from feeling less exposed. “Why are you apologising?!” You heard a loud thump on the floor, and turning around on instinct you found Armin, yet again half dressed and toppled onto the floor while hastily trying to pull a pair of sweatpants up.

“Shit! Sorry again!” You turned back around, burying your face into your hands perched on the door frame. You couldn’t help but recall how he looked so endearing when you opened the door, his eyes blown wide and slender frame jumping back in surprise, “I said to stop apologising, or rather asked why you are- same difference!” You heard the clang of handles on drawers opening and the sound of a drawer being slammed back into place, before the rustling of fabric that was followed by a long pause of silence.

“…I’m decent now,” Armin said in a meek tone, staring dazed at the walnut brown floorboards. Apprehensively you turned around and began to shuffle closer to Armin, who was still caught up in the plethora of thoughts swarming his pretty head. “Um, so what’s the Hello Kitty for?” He looked up at you, shame evident in his gaze, before dropping back onto his bed, elbows resting on his thighs to support his head that was once again buried in regret. “I-I would never choose to wear these willingly, they were a gag gift and it’s wash day today, so these were all I could find on short notice.”

Your laughter echoed through the room, making Armin slump back further into his bed, wishing he could melt into the floor and never return. “They suit you.” His hands dropped from his face and he looked up at you, “Stop teasing I’ve already been humiliated enough.” He groaned. “Ok fine. But it’s getting late and I have to go home soon,” Armin glanced over to the white mess lying by the bathroom door, you must’ve accidentally dropped your clothes in the shock of the encounter. He stood up from the bed, walking over and picking them up, “I’ll wash these, also would you like a lift home, I think I should offer compensation after what just happened.”

Armin bashfully smiled at you, awaiting an answer as he strode in the direction of the laundry room. “Who am I to turn down a free ride?” You joked, following him to the washing machine where he tossed them inside along with the contents of a basket resting on the shelf above. He swiftly poured the detergent and fabric softener before pressing the start button. “I should probably get your number so I can return these soon?” Pulling out your phone from the pocket of his track pants, you agreed, passing the phone to Armin and allowing him to write down his details.

“What should I do about my bike though?” He carefully handed the phone back to you, before pursing his lips and glancing to the side, as if contemplating the best solution to your problem. “I’d say the best course of action would be for you to come back and get it another time, my car’s quite small so I’m unsure if it’ll fit inside.” You let out a faint giggle before agreeing to the proposition, “Yeah, that’s a reasonable conclusion, I need to get my clothes back as well so that works out.” The corners of his mouth turned up and his eyes crinkled at the sides, “Sounds like a plan to me.”

The two of you made your way out of his apartment, Armin methodically pressing down on each light switch as you exited the room, and eventually, you found yourself in the basement level of the building, standing outside his yellow beetle. The beep of the car unlocking prompted you to slide into the passenger seat, the smell of the air freshener on the dashboard wafted through your nostrils, it smelled pristine like lemons and daffodils. You watched as Armin's fingers glided over the steering wheel, backing out of the parking spot, the basement was slightly haunting with the despondent lack of other vehicles, the light buzzing sound, and the bulb that seemed to flicker ever so often. You were glad to make an escape.

"Would you like to play any music?" The soft vibration of Armin's voice eased the hairs that stood at attention, "Hmm I'm not sure you pick." He reached for his phone, connecting the Bluetooth and opening Spotify, the melody of (whatever song you like and is a little freaky) flooded the compact space, the lyrics amplified by the silence shared between one another. You could vaguely make out a subtle rose shade that dusted his cheeks, the streetlamps you passed as the car rattled on were a dichotomy of luminous and obscured shapes, creating the hazy image of your driver.

He cleared his throat, yet no words followed, you wondered what internal battle he was facing, he obviously didn't realise the implications of this song before playing it, judging by his reluctance to speak up about it. He was embarrassed but wanted to appear confident and steadfast in your presence, you were forced to snap the string of tension before it grew too large to contain.

"Uh- would you like me to put my address into Google Maps?" Armin's hands released a pressure he didn't know he was clenching the steering wheel with, before turning to you and responding with a stuttered "yes." You reached for the phone on the centre console, and plugged your home address into the search bar, clicking 'start route'. The drive between your apartments was Lilliputian, yet the music made it feel impossibly longer. You discreetly clicked the Spotify icon and changed the song to the first thing you saw, thankfully, much more tame than the last. Armin must have noticed but remained complacent with an unspoken sense of gratitude.

Before you knew it the robotic sound of the GPS exclaimed, "Your destination should be on the right." And it was, your apartment complex coming closer and closer till you had to bid the fateful stranger - if you could call him that anymore - goodnight. "Thanks so much for the drive, Armin" He smiled as he put the car into park, "It's the least I could do, really, also let me know if you feel sick at all, I'd feel responsible as I pushed you in first..." Your brows furrowed with perplexity, before chuckling lowly. "You can't seriously blame yourself for that, I started the whole thing by provoking you!" He shook his head as if denying your version of events, "I should be thanking you, that whole escapade definitely aided in getting myself out of my head, even if the means were, I guess, unconventional."

You both giggled to each other, recalling the absurdity of the night's prior events, before the laughter died down and you were left with the looming presence of one another, alone. "Well! You're welcome I think? I should probably head in now it's getting pretty late, oh and I'll also message you if I feel sick- maybe.."

The click of the car unlocking signalled this was the end of your night, but before you could leave a strange entity possessed you to do something extremely out of character, just as it had done earlier on the beach, 3.5 metres now a mere 0 as you leaned in for a hug.

It did not have the same tension the car was once laced thick with, it was solicitous, condoling, tender. The jittery man who could not withstand the brushing of your fingertips melted into your embrace, his greed could be felt coursing through his veins and feeding into yours, there was hunger, ravenous despite its perceived innocence, he couldn't help but indulge himself in the security he so often lacked.

"I'm glad we met, (Name)." You finally pulled away, grasping the handle of the car door and picking up your shoes, "As am I." You responded, shutting the car door and waving Arlert goodbye. For the moment, at least.

Ok well that was the first chapter of high tide! Let me know if you liked the story and if you had any ideas or requests to add to it! I hope you liked choosing the song and university cause I know I hate when the author puts a song I hate in scenes it’s so corny 😔. I’m planning this as more of a slow burn but there will of course be some eventual smut 😛😛 Who can resist nerd Armin? I know it’s not me I’m a day 1 nerd Armin gooner (all jokes guys all jokes, but if you read my previous Armin fic you know it’s not 🥀).

[jelliekat]

I think I’ve read ever armin fanfic there is on this app and ao3 😭

[seulomist]

❀𝐴𝑟𝑚𝑖𝑛 𝑖𝑠 𝑠𝑢𝑐ℎ 𝑎 𝑐𝑢𝑡𝑖𝑒 𝑝𝑎𝑡𝑜𝑜𝑡𝑖𝑒❀

[hadtobeconfronted]

Intangibles chapter 2

Armin Arlert x Reader link to part 1

Inspired by this song! Please give it a listen for the full experience.

You are visiting Armin in his dreams and it’s starting to mess with his life. He can’t keep his mind off you and wishes you were real

Warnings: Modern au, heavy smoking, self hatred, negative self image, bullying, anxiety + fem reader. Characters are adults and in university

Armin couldn’t remember a time of being confident. Even when he was a child, he felt left behind. When trying to join groups of kids at play, they would usually just laugh him off or, in more hurtful cases, ignore him completely. When girls sat behind him in school, they would yank his hair and poke his stomach and face. Sports were worse. The boys would shove him down into the dirt, ruining his soft clothes, and hurt him on purpose so he couldn’t play. He took every hit, verbal and physical, to heart. Each attempt to become stronger only made things worse; he was crushed. He could never change enough to make it stop. The surrounding kids always saw through his attempts. The surrounding adults would always say that he was ‘better than them’ and that they were ‘jealous’. How the hell could that be? How could anyone interpret the hateful words woven into their sentences as positive? When he saw someone beautiful or saw someone successful, he complimented them. It was incomprehensible that others would hide those feelings about him. When they say ‘you’re not good enough’ and ‘you’re ugly’ it has to be the truth. Plus, now he knows what gentle words should be, and it’s better than he ever could have imagined. In one night you taught him kindness through listening to his words and being interested in what he was saying. You also showed him what it feels like to receive a genuine compliment. You even reassured him with a gentle touch before he had the chance to spiral and reject what you said. It’s like you knew he would. 

He ripped the covers off, hair sticking to his sweaty forehead. “Ugh jeez. That was intense” he huffed, scrubbing his eyes to clear them. He needed a cigarette after that. Throughout his morning cigarette, he thought of you. With every puff, he wished for your kiss instead. Throughout his shower and breakfast, the fairytale continued. He wondered if he was losing his mind. But, I mean, everyone has intense dreams like that sometimes. Right? Only your face won’t leave his head. Neither would the feeling of his dreamland. If he focused, he could conjure up the atmosphere. The heat of the sun, the smell of the flowers, and your touch. Your warm hands holding his. Pressing against his thighs, weight shifting onto him, and leaning up for a kiss. He was ripped away from his thoughts by his phone ringing. Only then did he check the time and realize he had been staring down into his cereal bowl for 10 minutes. “Well, that was a waste. It’s gone all mushy” he frowned. “Oh well” He clinked his spoon against the bowl a few times, annoyed, then picked up his phone. It was Eren. “Oh, hey Eren, how are you?” His fatigue must have been clear because Eren replied with a “Holy shit dude, you sound like hell. Did you stay up all night? Anyway, you’re late” That’s right. He was going to meet Eren and Mikasa before school. Ending the phone call as quickly as he could without being rude, he then focused on a quick survey of the house. A few socks and a pair of his boxers lay scattered on the living room floor. Oops. The blanket that was usually draped over the couch was sitting in a heap, and the table had a few papers on it, but overall, it wasn’t bad. He just sometimes prefers to be swept up by school books instead of fussing over the shelves they sit on being dusty. Because he was too late to do anything, he dumped his bowl in the sink, shoved on his shoes, and scampered out the door. 

Eren and Mikasa were sitting outside the convenience store where they always met. Armin waved as he jogged towards them. Eren’s left and right hands fiddled impatiently, fingers tapping on coffee cup lids. He treated Armin this morning since he sounded so worn out on the phone. Mikasa’s nose was deep in a book. She was like Armin in that way. Eren wouldn’t choose to pick up a book to save his life. She skipped out on coffee, being content with her water bottle from home. Better to save money, she thought. “Hey, Armin! I figured you were gonna need this!” He always looked out for Armin. “You’re the best Eren! I was thinking- “ Eren cut him off as he leaned in “Mikasa kept me up all night~” he wiggled his eyebrows for dramatic effect. Uh, gross. Mikasa’s face lit up red and she gave Eren a hard flick on the shoulder. Borderline a punch. “Ouch!!” Followed by a big angry look was all he had to say. Armin just mumbled out a measly “Gross” and tried to move on. Would you tease him in front of his friends, just to make him blush? No. That’s a bit of a strange thought. You’re not even real, and that realization puts a damper on his fantasy. Taking a few more minutes to catch up on the happenings since the last time the trio met, they head off to university. 

Armin haunted the day like a ghost. He took lackluster notes in his math class, basically skipped lunch and only half listened to Eren and Mikasa when they spoke. Instead, choosing to focus on your song playing in one earbud. “You haven’t been yourself today, Armin. Are you feeling alright?” Asked Mikasa, voice unusually soft. They were all sitting in the back of the student lounge, waiting for Jean and Connie to finish their last class so they could all go out to eat. Professor Erwin always drags on explaining homework at the end of class. “Hmm? Oh yeah, I’m just tired. I didn’t sleep well. Lots of dreams” That’s mostly accurate, right? You were just a dream. She continued to look into his eyes, trying to pinpoint what was really on his mind. She could always tell when something was different. Mikasa was way too intuitive. “Guyssss, I’m so damn hungry! I can’t decide between rice or noodles” Thank god. Eren’s unawareness saves the day. Armin knew Mikasa’s attention would need to be redirected to avoid intense questioning. Eren was probably about the only thing that would redirect her from worrying about her best friend. “What do you guys think?” Eren sprawled on a beanbag, intensely scrolling through his phone. Most likely looking through the menu for the chosen restaurant. Mikasa replied, “You should go for something with more vegetables, you-“ She was cut off by Jean and Connie bounding over. Boisterous exclamations of ‘We are free!!’ and ‘His class is so fucking dull!!’ Overpower the previous conversation, bleeding into the hallway as they leave the library, heading out of the school. Armin yet again had his attention split. Half on his friends and half on you. He knew when to throw in laughs and when to nod to make it seem like he was fully involved, but he just couldn’t seem to get into the groove. You were just so all-encompassing. 

While they were sitting on the bench waiting for the bus, the idea popped up. He could just say he didn’t feel good and could go home. His stomach protested with a gurgle. He really shouldn’t have skipped lunch. He toyed with the idea of dealing with weird looks from his friends for wanting to leave, and was leaning towards staying, but he was getting a little anxious. How could that be? He only just met you, not to mention you were a figment of his imagination but, he kind of missed you. The overstimulation of the day plus getting a 97% instead of a 100% on his most recent essay was getting to him. He needed to relax into his dreamland with his lady. Needed to feel your hands touch him. Smooth down his shirt and brush the sand off the knees of his pants. Heartbeat increased, and he spoke up “HE- hey guys, I’m not feeling good. I think I need to go home” Damn. Could he have sounded any more suspicious? The boys exclaimed, “Aww, man” and “Feel better,” reassuring him they believed him. Mikasa, however, just stared at him. Grey eyes filled with confusion, suspicion, and concern. Before she could question again, he waved goodbye and spun on his heel, faking a bellyache by putting his hand on his stomach. He set his body on walking home as fast as possible, head full on the walk back. Was he going crazy? Why was he running home to you? You weren’t even real. Escapism is normal to a certain extent, right? Plus, he had a bad day. He deserved some self-care. That 97% grade was a killer. While he unlocked his door and took off his shoes, he grappled with the fact that he was going to have to tell Mikasa some sort of truth. He was ashamed, but cared more about soothing her anxiety than anything. 

The last bit of evening passed and turned to night with more than a few cigarettes burned. He couldn’t help it. He was just so excited to see you again. What would you two talk about? What would you be wearing? Similar things bobbed and weaved in his mind, tangling with other more mundane thoughts, then replacing them. All the while, he set his room up for sleep. He worked on gathering the day’s dirty clothes into the hamper, then jumped into his pajamas. Fluffed up his bed, jumped in, and lastly, shut off his lamp. Once darkness filled the room, he felt how heavy his eyelids were. Before he knew it, he opened his eyes to his dream garden. He wasn’t sure when his consciousness fully faded, but that’s usually how falling asleep went. He was just thankful he didn’t open his eyes to his room cast in the morning light. Wasting a night without visions of you. “Armin!” You called to him. No, yelled? You materialized from the water and atmosphere. Were you angry? “Why didn’t you take care of yourself today! I bet you have a stomachache” you stormed toward him capturing him in a firm hug. How could he be so foolish? Prioritizing you over his well-being. You pulled back and rested a hand over his stomach. “All those cigarettes don’t help either young man” you say with the inflection of a mother. You poked his belly with the same hand. “I brought some food for you. I hope you like it” You look up cheeks dusted pink. His eyes widen. “You made food? For me!?” He continued to stare at you dumbfounded and you got shy. You snatched his hand and pulled him toward the meal you had prepared. 

Okay. Your actions rendered him nearly speechless, even more so than before. A plush chinoiserie-patterned blanket was laid under a drooping willow tree. Glass Tupperware housed slices of fresh fruits, and sandwiches were laid out alongside bowls of fluffy potato and macaroni salad. Crisp white china plates laid out, matching utensils nearby, and last, a luscious white cake. It’s adorned with ruby red strawberries and cherries. The picture-perfect picnic was prepared for him and him only. You turn back to him and the hunger is nearly palpable in his eyes. Seeing that, you quickened your pace. “Hurry Armin! Hurry!” Your smile is clear in your pretty voice. 

It was only a dream 

[bloodchapell]

he loves to hear you yap - armin a.

brief summary: just thinking about how cute armin is and him loving to listen to EVERY word you say

what to expect: alt and very nerdy reader, equally nerdy armin, mutual pinning

your sword’s note: really just thinking of how attentive and good of a listener he would be and I ACHE for it. all past and future parts of this au series available in my mistresslist

A month or so had passed since the semester started. Normally after philosophy class you would go to the library with Armin. He had convinced you to play Minecraft and you had convinced him to play Dress to Impress.

“Agh!!!” You screamed and turned off your iPad.

“Shut the hell up!” Pieck, your roommate, yelled at you.

“Sorry I forgot that not all of us have to wake up at 6 am to deliver a calf…” You apologized and she sighed.

“I will say the same when you are trying to finish up some jacket or whatever it is that fashion designers do.” She joked half asleep. “Why did you scream either way? The Sleeping Beauty nightmare again?”

“That is a very serious nightmare!” You argued. “No it wasn’t that, Armin just gifted me VIP in Dress to Impress…”

“That is so cute… now get married and let me go back to sleep, that 75 pound baby calf isn’t going to deliver itself.”

<WHATTT THANKS MIN😭> you. 2:47 am

<YPU DIDNT HAVE TO YOURE SO SWEET> you. 2:47 am

<It’s okay! I just really liked your vkei theme outfit and was very conflicted when seeing that you didn’t win… They really should made an “only pros” server, these people do not know what vkei is.> armin 👼🏼. 2:48 am

That made you laugh. He had only learned about vkei the day before, when you guys hanged out and he asked what vkei entailed.

After some more rounds of playing, you decided it was time to go to sleep, you said good night to Armin and left the electronics in the table by your bed. But before you could actually fall asleep your mind stared thinking about Armin. The wandering thoughts regarding the blonde would fall like a current that cannot be stopped, the way in which his hands would softly write in his notebook and his handwriting was so small and dainty, the way in which his slender fingers would hold the black pen, the way he would always pay attention and participate in class, his comments always so educated, organized and concise, like he had some inside knowledge and some inside understanding about it all; yes he was a little timid regarding social interactions, but when it came to scholarly matters, he was an eminence and his words would flow out of his pretty plump pale pink lips like it was just any other topic. He was so smart and so attractive when rambling about the ambiguity of morals and religion and science and politics, his bangs and longish hair framing his face and his lashes deepening the gaze of his eyes. Goddamnit was he handsome.

“Is Malice Mizer not on Spotify?” With his phone in hand Armin asked in class the next day, following like a robot Eren’s recommendations on how to behave normally when having such a fat crush.

“How do you know that?” You asked whispering in class.

“I liked the songs you showed me.” He mentioned still holding his phone. Your heart almost ran out of your chest when hearing that; not only he he understood vkei fashion to know that the fellow Dress to Impress players were ass, but was also interested in it beyond what you had explained.

And he was interested, not only because he would have the opportunity to have a topic of conversation with you, but because he trusted in your judgement so much that he understood that if you liked vkei as a subculture, it was for a valid and good reason and therefore he must check it out.

“Yeah sadly they are not in Spotify… I can recommend you some other bands if you want though.” You said and he nodded immediately, saying he would be delighted. You typed Sito Magus, SHAZNA, Gulu Gulu, Kaya and MEJIBRAY on his notes app. “Some of them can be a little heavy, I don’t know if you like that.”

“I don’t mind.” He smiled sweetly; he didn’t really mind because he was used to Eren and Mikasa blasting death black evil obscure metal.

Armin was trying his absolute best to not dissolve into a mass of anxiety and embarrassment, he kept thinking about every recommendation Eren gave him and even though sometimes it seemed like nothing he could do was powerful enough to mask his feelings, he trusted logic and knew that up to a point it could work.

"You said you had a playlist with all your favorite songs ever right? Can we listen to them together while you explain to me why you like them maybe?" He asked impulsively without stopping to think, almost immediately regretting the request before seeing your eyes glimmering like eyes do in cartoons and seeing you nod. Truth be told he was also fascinated with the way you spoke about your interests, you were so passionate and analytic of the things you liked that he could be convinced to do almost anything if you described it like you do with the things you love.

So after class you invite him to your dorm and you both sit on the carpeted floor while you go over every song and he listens to your comments and tries to hear the songs as beautifully as you do.