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saatorus · 2 months ago

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cyberboy come home to me!

art credits: @musapylsa

synopsis — you just really love shy, nerdy, awkward armin arlert. not to mention how much you adore his tongue piercing.

wc — 5.4k

warnings — oral (f receiving), brief m receiving oral, unprotected sex, dom! kinda reader? armin is a loser virgin, tongue piercing fixation, mentions of drinking and getting high.

“Ah… I’m not sure if we should be— mmph!”

Armin downright whimpers when you silence his protest with a soft giggle and press your lips to his again, cupping his cheek like you’re trying to ease him into it. He kisses back, but it’s clumsy—his lips too hesitant, his breath shaky. The way his slightly clammy hands tremble as they slide awkwardly onto your waist gives him away completely. His fingers twitch like he’s unsure if he’s even allowed to touch you, like he’s expecting to be jolted awake from some perverse fever dream at any second.

You smile into it. He tastes a little like fruit punch and nerves.

How’d he even end up like this?

Honestly? He’s not entirely sure himself.

All he knows is that about an hour ago, he’d been forcibly dragged out of his safe, sacred little sanctuary—his room—by none other than Eren Jaeger, who’d called him a “shut-in loser” with all the affection of a lifelong best friend trying to get his social recluse ass to touch grass for once. “Just come out for one night,” Eren had said. “You never hang out anymore. You just rot in front of that stupid computer!”

That “stupid computer,” by the way, is the love of Armin’s life. A lovingly hand-built, high-performance rig that he’d spent months putting together with trembling excitement and a YouTube tab permanently open. The tower is pure art—transparent case with perfectly routed cable management, cool-toned RGB fans that change hues with each temperature spike, and a custom water-cooling loop that keeps everything running quieter than a whisper. The inside glows in a soft gradient from blue to violet, illuminating every pristine component like a spaceship console. His mechanical keyboard clicks satisfyingly under his fingers, each custom PBT keycap matte and worn in just enough. The desk is outfitted with dual curved monitors, a steelseries headset perched on a 3D-printed stand, and a carefully arranged line of anime figurines—each one dusted weekly.

He lives there. He thrives there. Not out here.

So when he’d first stepped foot into the frat house—blinking under dim purple lights, instantly accosted by the stench of sweat, alcohol, Axe body spray, and weed—he’d wanted to turn and run. Connie had looped an arm around his neck before he could so much as take a step back, dragging him further inside like a lamb to slaughter.

He would’ve given anything to be home. Back at his setup. Back where he could peacefully queue up for League of Legends or post a hot take on a message board about dungeon tier lists. His teammates were probably on Discord right now, wondering why his little green light hadn’t turned on tonight.

That was then.

Somehow– Somehow, in the haze of being drunk or high out of their minds— Eren was out of it, Connie was asleep on Sasha’s lap, whose head was on a knocked out Jean’s shoulder. Mikasa, for how composed she usually was, was slumped next to Eren, his hand wrapped around hers— you had managed to finally snag the shy boy to yourself.

You’d only recently started hanging out with the gang, weaving your way into their circle with a kind of natural confidence Armin found both mesmerizing and terrifying. You’re funny. Loud in a charming way. You speak your mind, talk to Eren and Mikasa like you’ve known them for years, and make sly little jokes that leave Connie wheezing. Even Sasha likes you—and she doesn’t like anyone new.

But around you, Armin turns into scrambled code. He avoids eye contact. Stumbles over his words. Does that thing where he pushes up his glasses like a reflex even when they’re already in place.

And it wasn’t hard to realize that Armin liked you.

He wasn’t subtle—not in the way he’d glance up from his phone screen when you laughed a little too loudly, or the way his ears would burn pink every time you plopped down next to him during hangouts, hips brushing, thighs touching just barely. He'd sit there stiffly, eyes wide behind his glasses, thumbs still tapping away at whatever gacha game or tactics RPG he was grinding, pretending not to notice how your perfume clung to the air between you like static.

You’d catch him staring sometimes—well, more than sometimes. Once when you bent over to grab a charger, and again when you wore that cropped shirt with the worn-out neckline, his gaze getting stuck right where your collarbone dipped into something just a bit more scandalous. But he’d always look away just in time, pretending to clean his glasses or scroll deeper into Reddit threads.

The boy was practically a walking Tumblr post from 2013. Always in those oversized hoodies with the sleeves too long, fingers tucked halfway into the cuffs, his laptop stickers flaking off from years of aggressive clicking. His room, as you’d come to discover later, was nothing short of a digital command center. Dual monitors—one vertical, one horizontal—cast a cold RGB glow over his unmade bed and tangle of charging cables. His mechanical keyboard clicked loud enough to echo through the dorm floor, each keystroke deliberate. Rows of Funko Pops lined the top of his bookshelf, mostly anime characters and one out-of-place Miku figurine he shyly claimed was "cute."

And that chair—God, that chair. It was one of those ridiculous ergonomic gaming thrones with a headrest, a lumbar support pillow, and armrests that he always adjusted like he was gearing up for war. You could tell it was his pride and joy, considering how he refused to let anyone else sit in it. Except, of course, for that one time you snuck in during a group hangout and plopped down in it just to see how far he’d go before breaking—he just stood there, mouth open, shifting awkwardly until he gave up and sat on the floor beside you. Pathetic. Adorable.

So yeah, it wasn’t hard to realize Armin liked you. He was just painfully obvious about it in a way that made you all the more obsessed.

Especially after that day Eren—loud-mouthed, smug Eren—dropped the most shocking bit of information mid-conversation over nachos and beer.

“Guess who finally let me bully him into getting a tongue piercing?”

Your head had snapped around so fast it almost gave you whiplash. "You're kidding."

Eren had just grinned like the devil himself. “Nope. Took him to the place on 8th. Cried like a bitch but hey, he’s got it now.”

You’d turned to look at Armin, who was red as a tomato, sipping his Sprite like he wished he could disappear behind the carbonation. He didn’t even deny it.

You haven't been able to stop thinking about it since.

Which brings you to now.

So when all of a sudden, you're sitting next to him on the too-small couch, murmuring something about there being something wrong with your phone, and desperately needing someone to fix it for you, and no, the dim lighting of the living room simply isn’t enough to inspect it properly—you somehow manage to drag him upstairs to one of the empty rooms, thigh pressed a little too close to his as you explain how glitchy your phone is, how you're so sure it must be some kind of weird virus, and wow, isn't that so crazy?

But cut the bullshit. Even Armin knew you were lying.

Phone glitching? Yeah, right. He’d seen your screen time stats by accident once—your camera roll was 95% front-facing selfies, memes, and blurry videos from nights out. He wasn’t stupid. But he was clueless—at least about your intentions.

You’d had a thing for him since day one, not that he knew, obviously. The first time Eren had pulled you into the fold, dragging you into their little friend group like some shiny new accessory, Armin had looked at you like you’d be gone by next week. He wasn’t good with new people—too shy, too stiff, too used to lurking in the background with his legs folded crisscross on the floor and his thumbs tapping away at his phone while everyone else drank and talked over each other.

Even now, when everyone hung out, Armin would be half-present—physically there, tucked into the corner of the room with his hoodie sleeves pulled over his hands, but mentally god knows where. Probably grinding a mobile RPG or replying to a fan theory thread. He liked games where he could build things, micromanage every stat. His phone battery was always draining because he never stopped playing. Long, elegant fingers constantly moving, tapping, swiping. Even when you sat next to him, he couldn’t seem to stop. You once made a joke about how he probably tapped faster during battles than he would during sex.

You remember the way he’d choked on his Redbull.

But now—now he’s stuck. Sitting next to you in a quiet upstairs room, your perfume in his lungs, your thigh pressed right up against his, and your phone held limply between you both like some half-hearted prop.

He keeps glancing at you, lips parted like he wants to say something—anything—but nothing comes out.

“You gonna fix it or just keep staring at my lockscreen?” you tease, your voice low, syrupy sweet.

He blinks, startled, fumbling to grab the phone from your hands with a stuttered apology. “S-Sorry, I—um—yeah, let me just… check the settings, I guess.”

His hands shake slightly as he scrolls, and you bite your lip watching him. The way his jaw tenses, his brows furrow in concentration—it’s endearing. You wonder if he knows how flushed his ears are. You wonder if he knows how loud his breathing is.

You lean in just slightly, enough that your breath brushes the shell of his ear.

“You know,” you murmur, “I still haven’t seen that piercing.”

His entire body jolts. His fingers fumble the phone, almost dropping it in his lap. “W-What?”

You smile innocently, like you don’t already know exactly what you’re doing. “Your tongue. Eren told me. Kinda wanna see it for myself.”

Armin swallows hard, eyes wide as he looks at you like you just asked him to strip naked. “I-I mean, it’s not—It’s nothing, really. I-it’s just… uh…”

“C’mon,” you coax, fingers brushing the side of his knee. “I’m curious.”

He hesitates. Then, shakily, he sticks his tongue out just a little—just enough for the cool glint of metal to catch the light. Your stomach flips.

God, you didn’t expect that to be so hot. On him, of all people.

“You’re full of surprises, Armin Arlert,” you whisper, eyes meeting his.

And you swear to god, if you didn’t know better, you’d say the look in his eyes shifts. Just a little. Like something in him snaps or gives in. Like he’s done pretending he doesn’t know what’s going on.

“…Is your phone actually broken?” he asks, voice barely above a whisper.

You grin. “Not even a little.”

And for once—for once—Armin smirks.

It's crooked. Barely there. But it's smug in the quietest, most devastating way, because he knows now. You're not here because of some bullshit glitch or broken screen. You're here for him.

The second you lean in, brushing a strand of his blond hair out of his face, he freezes—like a deer caught in headlights. His breath hitches, lips parting just slightly, and his fingers tense where they’re still holding your phone like it’s a lifeline.

“You’ve never kissed anyone before,” you say softly, not a question. Just an observation.

His cheeks flush bright red. He doesn’t answer.

You cock your head, smiling. “That’s okay. I’ll teach you.”

His breath catches again, sharp and audible this time, and he shifts a little like he doesn’t know what to do with his hands—does he drop your phone? Hold it? Hold you?

You take the decision away for him, gently slipping it from his fingers and setting it down on the nightstand. Then, without breaking eye contact, you slowly slide onto his lap, one knee at a time, until you’re straddling his narrow hips, hands settling on his shoulders.

His whole body goes stiff. “Ah… I’m not sure if we should be— mmph!”

You kiss his lips again, silencing him effectively.

“Armin,” you say as you pull back, voice low and amused. “Relax.”

He doesn’t. Not entirely. But his hands hover awkwardly near your waist now, like he’s trying to be respectful, like he’s afraid if he touches you wrong, the moment will combust.

You lean forward, just enough that your noses nearly brush.

“Close your eyes,” you whisper. “Don’t think. Just feel.”

He obeys, lashes fluttering shut. You let your lips graze his, soft and tentative, barely a kiss at all—just enough for him to taste your breath, to feel the warmth of you against his mouth.

He shivers.

You pull back slightly, your voice like silk against his ear. “See? That wasn’t so bad.”

He exhales shakily. “It’s… it’s good. You’re… good.”

You smile. “You haven’t even gotten the full lesson yet.”

And then you kiss him.

Really kiss him.

You press your mouth against his fully this time, slow and confident, your lips moving gently over his like you’ve got all the time in the world. He kisses back clumsily at first, a little too much pressure, a little off with the rhythm, but it’s adorable, and you can feel the way his whole body trembles under you.

You guide him with quiet murmurs between kisses. “Slower… softer, yeah… there. Just like that.”

His hands finally land on your waist, unsure at first, then a little firmer when you deepen the kiss, your fingers threading into the hair at the nape of his neck. You part your lips slowly, and when he instinctively mimics you—nervous, but curious—you feel it.

The smooth, cool ball of metal.

You pause just barely, lips still brushing his, a grin curling at the corners of your mouth. “There it is.”

“Huh?” he whispers, dazed.

“That piercing,” you murmur, voice thick with heat. “Feels so fucking good.”

You kiss him again, and this time your tongue finds his. The sensation of the cold stud sliding against yours sends a sharp little jolt straight through your spine. It’s addictive. You roll your hips slightly against his, and he gasps into your mouth, fingers tightening on your waist like he doesn’t know if he’s allowed to pull you closer or push you away.

He tastes like mint and nervous energy, and the little helpless noises he lets out when you suck on his bottom lip are enough to make your thighs clench around his lap.

You pull back for a second, just to look at him. His lips are flushed, slightly swollen, eyes glazed with something between awe and pure panic.

“You okay?” you whisper, thumb brushing across his cheek.

He nods, almost too fast. “Y-Yeah. I just—I didn’t know it could feel like that.”

You lean in again, lips ghosting over his jaw. “That’s just the beginning.”

He groans—actually groans—and it’s the hottest fucking sound you’ve ever heard from him. You swear you feel him twitch beneath you. His hips shift slightly, involuntarily, and the friction makes both of you gasp.

You grab a fistful of his hoodie, tugging him back into another kiss, messier this time. Less structured. All tongue and heat and shallow breaths. That piercing catches on your lip as you suck on his tongue, and you moan softly against his mouth.

He's kissing you like he wants to prove something now. Still hesitant, still learning, but eager. Hungry. His hands slide up under your shirt, still shy but bolder than before, fingertips ghosting over the bare skin of your waist.

You roll your hips against him again, deliberately this time, and the noise he makes—somewhere between a whimper and a curse—goes straight to your core.

You smile into the kiss, breathless. “You’re such a quick learner.”

He swallows thickly. “I—I wanna keep learning.”

“Yeah?” You rock against him again, and his eyes flutter shut. “You will.”

You dip your head to press a kiss to his neck, right below his jaw. He gasps, tilting his head back like it’s instinct, and you suck a slow, wet mark into the pale skin, making him jolt beneath you.

“You’re so sensitive,” you whisper. “Bet I could make you fall apart with just my mouth.”

He whimpers.

And fuck, that sound does something to you.

You're grinding against him now, fully, the heat between your legs pressing right against the growing bulge in his pants. The way his hips buck up helplessly, like he can’t stop himself, is intoxicating.

You mouth at his jaw, then his ear, letting your breath tickle the shell of it.

“Armin,” you purr, “do you want me to show you more?”

He looks up at you like he’s ready to beg.

“Yes,” he breathes. “Please. Show me everything.”

You don’t make him ask twice.

You kiss him again, deep and slow, feeling the way he melts into it now. No hesitation—just heat, want, and the softest desperation in how his mouth opens for you like he’s starving. You taste that metal ball again, glide your tongue along it, and the sound he makes—fuck, you’re obsessed.

Your hips move instinctively, grinding down on his lap, and you can feel him. Hard. Pressed right up against your core through his worn out jeans and your shorts. The friction draws a moan from your throat that has his eyes fluttering open, pupils blown wide.

“Fuck,” you whisper, forehead pressed to his. “You’re so hard already.”

He nods, frantic, breath stuttering. “I—yeah, I can’t—I didn’t mean to—”

“Shh.” You cup his jaw, tilt his face up. “Don’t be embarrassed. You think I didn’t want that?”

You shift just a little, rolling your hips down with purpose, dragging your clothed pussy against his cock. He chokes on a gasp, his fingers digging into your waist like he’s trying to stop himself from bucking up into you again. You grab his hand, beckoning him to slip his fingers under your shorts, under the waistband of your panties.

“Feel how wet I am for you?” you murmur, lips brushing his ear.

He nods again, helpless. “Yeah—yeah, I feel it—fuck—”

You smile wickedly and grab the hem of your shirt, pulling it over your head in one motion. His mouth drops open.

He stares.

Hard.

Like he’s short-circuiting. Like he’s never seen anyone naked before and can’t figure out where to look. His hands twitch like he wants to touch you but doesn’t know if he’s allowed.

You guide them to your tits.

“Touch me, baby,” you say softly. “It’s okay. You can.”

He swallows hard and palms your breasts gently, reverently, like he’s afraid to squeeze too hard. His thumbs ghost over your nipples and you sigh, arching your back into his touch, giving him a show.

“God, you’re perfect,” he breathes.

“You’re cute,” you reply, pushing your hips down again. “And obedient.”

He whimpers at that.

You roll your hips slow and steady, grinding on him until you feel his thighs start to tremble beneath you.

Then you lean down, lips brushing his. “I want you to eat me out.”

His eyes widen. “I—what? I’ve never—”

“I’ll guide you. Just do what I say.”

You’re already sliding off his lap, standing between his legs and shimmying your shorts and underwear down in one motion. His breath stutters when he sees you like that, bare and dripping, your thighs glistening in the low light.

You make a move to lie back on the bed, but he stops you, pink in the face.

“S–Sorry, I– ah– Can you ride my face? Please?”

He looks like he wants to wipe his existence off the planet because why’d he say that in such a high pitched tone, why’d he stutter like that, why’d his voice crack when he said please, why'd he—

But you just giggle amusedly, pushing him back onto the bed, straddling his face.

His whole body tenses like he’s trying not to combust. “Are you sure you’re okay with thi—?”

You don’t answer. Just lower your hips slowly until you’re hovering just above his mouth.

“Open up.”

He does, and when your pussy presses against his lips, you sigh like it’s relief. He’s clumsy at first—licking too shallow, too soft—but you guide him. “Use your tongue. Flatten it—yeah, just like that. A little harder. Good. Fuck, Armin.”

The moment his tongue finds your clit, you moan, your hips jolting forward. And the pressure of that cold little ball dragging against your most sensitive spot?

It’s over.

You’re grinding on his face now, fingers buried in his soft blond hair, riding him through sloppy, wet licks and messy kisses that leave your thighs shaking. He moans beneath you, hands gripping your hips like he’s into it, like the taste of you is something he wants to memorize. His piercing continuously flicks against your clit, making you whine and shudder, thighs clamping around his head. And soon enough, you’re coming all over his tongue, his name leaving your mouth prettily.

He’s hard again—probably never stopped being hard—and when you finally can’t take it anymore, you slide down his body and palm him through his jeans.

“Fuck,” you breathe, eyes wide as you feel the outline of him. “You’ve been hiding this from me?”

He covers his face with one arm, flushed and overwhelmed. “I didn’t know I’d get like that so fast.”

“You’re adorable.” You lean down and press a kiss just above his waistband. “Let me take care of you.”

He whimpers again.

And when you tug his jeans down, his cock bounces free—hard, flushed, leaking at the tip. You stroke him once, slow and firm, and his whole body jolts.

“Oh my god,” he chokes, hands fisting the sheets. “I—I don’t think I can—”

“You can.” You kiss the head of his cock, swirl your tongue around it just once, and watch him squirm.

Then you straddle him again.

“Wait—” he gasps. “Are you—are we really—”

You line him up with your entrance, slow and steady, and you moan when the tip slips in.

“Fuck yes, baby,” you whisper, eyes fluttering shut as you sink down inch by inch. “You’re inside me.”

He’s panting, chest rising and falling like he’s about to pass out. “You feel… holy shit…”

“Tight?” you tease, grinding down once you’re seated fully.

He nods, eyes wide, mouth open. “I’m not gonna last—”

“You’ll learn,” you murmur, starting to move. “I’m gonna teach you everything.”

And as you ride him—slow, deliberate, dragging every sweet sound out of him—you know for a fact that this won’t be the last lesson. You bounce up and down on him, watching with a gaze full of lust and amusement as he croons your name, head thrown back, drool escaping the side of his lip, thick glasses askew.

He looks like he’s unraveling. Like his brain stopped functioning five minutes ago. Like all he can focus on is the way your cunt squeezes him every time you drop down.

“F-Fuck, you feel so good,” he whimpers, voice cracking with raw need. “I c-can’t… I’m not gonna last…”

You lean forward, letting your chest brush against his, your lips brushing his mouth as you whisper, “That’s okay. Just give it to me.”

His hands are shaking where they grip your hips, but he tries to match your rhythm anyway, pulling you down harder every time your ass slaps against his thighs. He’s trying so hard to keep it together for you—sweet, trembling thing, so eager to please despite how close he is.

“I–I’m gonna– I’m gonna– I don’t have a condom on, I—”

“Don’t worry,” you murmur, kissing the edge of his jaw, tongue flicking over his pulse point. “Just pull out, baby. I’ve got you.”

And it’s like your voice alone is enough to break him.

His grip tightens—frantic, bruising—and you barely have time to lift off before he comes, gasping your name like a prayer. Thick ropes spill over his stomach, twitching cock pulsing as he groans and writhes beneath you, flushed and utterly wrecked. His glasses have slid halfway down his nose, and he’s too dazed to fix them.

You exhale through a low laugh, trailing your fingers through his release before bringing them to your mouth and sucking them clean, just to tease him. His breath stutters at the sight, and his eyes roll slightly as he pants beneath you.

You collapse next to him, both of you catching your breath in the quiet, sticky air. The room smells like sweat and sex and faint body spray, and outside the door you can still hear the low thrum of party music, muffled now like the two of you are in a different world entirely.

He’s quiet. Still. Hands awkwardly covering himself, glasses pushed to the side. You catch the way his lashes flutter, how red his cheeks are, how he refuses to meet your eyes.

You turn on your side, resting your head on one hand. “What’s wrong?”

He swallows hard. “That was my first time,” he says softly. “Like… all of it. Kissing, sex, everything.”

You pause, the weight of his admission settling into the space between you. He glances up at you finally, face filled with anxiety.

“I… I hope I didn’t disappoint you.”

Your heart aches a little.

You reach out and gently remove his glasses, setting them on the nightstand, then cradle his face in your hand.

“Armin,” you say, voice low and sincere, “that was the hottest thing I’ve ever experienced. You have no idea.”

He blinks, surprised.

“You were perfect,” you say, leaning in to press a soft kiss to his forehead. “And I like that it was me. I like being the first.”

His face turns even redder, if that’s possible. “I–I didn’t even know what I was doing.”

“That’s the fun part.” You smile, brushing a strand of his hair off his forehead. “Means I get to teach you everything.”

He hides his face against your shoulder, groaning. “You’re gonna kill me.”

You laugh softly, wrapping your arm around his waist. “You’re such a cutie.”

You lay there together in the silence for a while, his head nestled against your chest, his arms tentatively curling around you like he’s not sure he’s allowed to hold you yet. You run your fingers through his hair, gently tugging here and there, and you feel him relax more and more under your touch.

“You still nervous?” you murmur after a while.

“A little,” he admits, voice muffled. “I just… I’ve never done this. Any of it. I don’t want to mess things up with you.”

You kiss the top of his head. “You’re not. I like you.”

He lifts his head to look at you, shy but hopeful. “Really?”

“Mhm.” You brush your lips against his again. “I’ve liked you since I saw you trailing behind Eren with your stupid oversized hoodie and your Switch in your hands like you were allergic to human interaction.”

He laughs, sheepish. “I kind of am.”

You grin. “And I kind of love that.”

He watches you for a moment, eyes soft and a little awestruck. Then he leans forward, kisses you with all the gentleness and hesitance of someone who’s just now realizing he might be falling for someone, and you smile into it, warm and full and smug.

Because you know you’ve got him.

—

It’s official now. You’re Armin’s girlfriend.

It had happened somewhere between all the blushing kisses and stolen glances and slow, breathy I like you’s whispered in the privacy of his bedroom. There was no dramatic confession, no rose petals or fireworks. Just him looking at you one afternoon with that overwhelmed, adoring gaze, thumb brushing over your knuckles while he mumbled, “Do you, um… want to be mine? Like… officially?”

And you’d kissed him stupid in response.

So now, two weeks later, you’re at his place again, perched sideways on his lap in his gaming chair, legs draped over one armrest while his are stretched beneath the desk, twitching slightly every time something exciting happens on screen.

You’re wearing one of his hoodies—big, soft, and smelling like fabric softener and his shampoo—and nothing else underneath. Which he hasn’t noticed. Yet.

His focus is laser-sharp, blue eyes narrowed behind his glasses, tongue pressed to the corner of his mouth like he’s fighting for his life on whatever boss battle he’s got going. You shift a little, trying to get comfortable in his lap, but he doesn’t even flinch—just grunts something about “just give me a second, babe, I’m in the middle of something.”

And yeah, it’s a little infuriating. But also?

Ridiculously hot.

Like, his headset is way too big on him. He keeps muttering things under his breath about cooldowns and mechanics and DPS output. His fingers are flying across the keys, long and elegant and twitchy, like they were built to type essays at the speed of sound or code random passion projects no one ever asked for.

At one point, he actually shushes you. A little breathy “waitwaitwait– babe, hold on, this guy’s cheesing—oh my god I swear to god if this fucking healer dies I’m gonna—”

You blink. Then snort.

“You’re so nerdy,” you murmur, voice laced with amusement, “I can’t believe this is my boyfriend.”

He doesn’t look up. “You knew what I was when you signed up.”

“Oh, I did.” You lean in, dragging your fingers up the nape of his neck, just under the headset. “And I like it.”

He shudders a little. “You’re distracting me.”

“I know.”

Still, he plays. Fidgety, intense, mouthing instructions to himself like some kind of adorable, socially anxious commander. You watch the screen for a bit, half-understanding what’s happening—some massive raid, particles flying everywhere, his team yelling in the Discord chat you can hear leaking through his headphones. Armin doesn’t talk much, but when he does, it’s surprisingly confident. Precise.

“No, back left! You kite, I’ll stun—good—shit, I got hit, that’s fine, I’ve got mana—”

You shift again. This time a little more deliberately.

His hands pause on the keyboard. “...Are you doing that on purpose?”

You blink at him innocently. “Doing what?”

“You’re… squirming.”

You tilt your head, smiling. “I’m just trying to sit comfortably, Armin. Your thighs are kinda bony.”

“I—what? I—”

He falters. And you know he’s starting to get flustered. Because his hand slips on his mouse, and he curses softly under his breath as his character takes a hit onscreen.

“Can’t believe I’m being insulted and sabotaged right now,” he mumbles.

“I’m your girlfriend,” you remind him, turning so you’re fully straddling him now, knees on either side of his hips, “it’s in the job description.”

He swallows thickly. You can feel him beneath you now—half-hard already, tension building the longer you stay in his lap.

“Please let me finish this fight,” he whispers, jaw tight.

You kiss the edge of it.

“Okay.”

So you wait. Sort of.

You shift again. Start pressing little kisses to his throat. Let your fingers toy with the edge of his shirt, lifting it just slightly. Not enough to distract him fully. Just enough to make him sweat.

By the time he finally mutters a breathless, “Got him, holy shit,” and slumps back in the chair, he’s panting and flushed—and not just from the game.

You lean in, both hands planted on his chest now, smiling sweetly.

“All done?”

He nods.

“Good.” And then you roll your hips once against his, slow and deliberate.

He makes a soft, broken sound in his throat. “Y-You’re evil.”

“Mmhm,” you hum, dipping down to kiss him again, this time deeper, tongue teasing the edge of that stupid metal piercing he still refuses to tell you the story behind.

It’s so easy to ruin him.

His hands flutter uselessly for a second before they land on your hips, gripping like he’s still not sure he’s allowed to touch you. You grind down harder, and he whines into your mouth, glasses fogging up, hips twitching like he’s not in control of his own body anymore.

“Fuck,” he breathes, voice high and shaking. “I’m—I was just trying to game.”

“You’ll live,” you whisper, licking into his mouth again. “Besides… I like seeing you like this. So desperate for me.”

He groans.

And you know right then, without a doubt, this little nerd is already obsessed with you. Completely and utterly whipped.

author's note: HELL YEAH I LOVE NERDIFYING ANIME MEN!!!! fantastic give me 14 more of them bzzzzz

seriously when i saw this fanart the first thing i did was open up google docs and get my ass to WORK i feel like by now its really obvious i have a thing for nerds :3

hope u guys #enjoyed i have a really bad tongue piercing fixation, not sure if it was obvious... (˵ •̀ ᴗ - ˵ )

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kageyuh · 2 months ago

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caught ya! | ★ nerd!armin arlert x roommate!reader pt. 2

cw/pairing: nerdy armin, virgin armin, glasses armin, you're literally touching armin, he cums in his pants, masturbation, oral m!receiving, nsfw, perverted? roommate armin x reader, f!reader implied summary: you catch your roommate moaning your name during the act. now you're pulling out his cock in his bedroom.

part 1 here

"want me to help you out?"

armin swears if his face gets any redder, his body is going to combust. the itch in his pants is telling him to grab at the chance, to let you work your magic and ride him till his balls seize up from overstimulation.

but his conscience, his goddamn conscience, says he can't. you're his longtime friend, not to mention roommate, and doing things like this with you...he'd be an idiot to throw away your entire friendship for one night of fun.

...is what he says, but the moment your pretty little fingertips just graze against the tent in his pants, he caves.

he's putty.

he's putty, and you're on your knees, blinking up at him innocently with your cute, fluttery lashes, and he's struggling to hold himself up. he's leaning on his desk, palms gripping the wood as you poke and prod him playfully, unzipping his pants with glee.

the dreamiest sighs are leaving his throat, and he feels like all the power and self respect he's ever held for himself floats out of his body, through his balls, and into your hands.

his body temperature is rising so rapidly he swears he's going to get a nosebleed.

now, armin wouldn't call himself an inexperienced virgin. after all, the many, many times he pictured doing this with you in his head have to count for something, right?

but the stream of blood that starts dripping down his nose when you decide to shed your top, (revealing that you weren't wearing a bra), says otherwise.

he feels like your tits are bouncing in his face, and his cock strains impossibly harder against his slacks.

virgin! his body screams at him.

he's facepalming, groaning, hips stuttering as he mumbles incoherent curses, reaching for a tissue. it's almost a parody, maybe an ode to all those comedic pervert scenes in the anime he's been watching.

"okay, calm down," you say, not being able to wipe the stupid grin off your face as you laugh at his antics. "maybe you'd be more comfortable on the bed?"

with his back flat on the plush mattress and a soft pillow cradling his head, armin feels somewhat better. it feels like old times, when you guys would lie next to each other in the soft summer breeze. except now, you're topless, and his cock is out. and you're touching it.

god, you're touching it.

he has to cover his face with his palms out of sheer embarrassment.

you're palming his cock through his boxers, but the implication of skin against skin is driving him crazy. he can't help but buck his hips up every time you apply pressure to his sensitive area.

not only that, but it seems like your hands have some special effect that seem to set off all of his dick's nerves, 'cause the moment your index finger gives his hard-on a little squeeze, his fists are clenching—eyes squeeze shut, bottom lip pulled under his tooth hard enough to draw blood. with the tremors wracking his body and his hips bucking up into your hand like a wild animal...

...he cums.

he cums.

yes, he came. right in his pants.

now he's red in the face, chest heaving up and down while he wheezes like some mindless incel.

he can't believe this. his first sexual encounter, and he's panting and groaning like he just ran a marathon, when he's not even out of his boxers yet.

the darkening patch on his boxers has your jaw dropping, lashes fluttering in shock as you look at him incredulously.

of course, he's embarrassed. he turns impossibly redder, pushing your hand away with a, "don't look at me!" and covering his face with his elbow.

"armin, did you just cum?" you tease. "guess you really are a virgin."

"n-no!" he's swatting your curious hands away, which seek to reveal his face to you.

"don't be ashamed," you say, booping his nose. "it's natural."

it's not natural. he knows that, but he peeks through a gap in his fingers to ask anyways. "it is?"

"sure is." you assure. "and i bet...you can do it again."

he's bigger than you thought.

he's long and thin, pink and pretty. the precum leaking from the tip of his member is almost dreamlike; you're hesitant to touch. but you snap out of your daze, reaching out to smear the clear oozing liquid over the pretty, bulbous head. it’s already slightly damp and sensitive from his previous ejaculation. he hisses immediately at your touch, head shooting back into the pillow, mouth forming an "o" shape.

now you have him in your mouth, slurping on his cock like a popsicle. the lewd squelches of saliva on skin are causing his head to spin with lust, and he's nearly ripping the sheets off his bed with how tightly he's gripping the fabric. every stroke of your tongue is shooting pleasure up his spine, and he feels like he could erupt any second.

he doesn't want to cum. call it hubris, filthy pride, but he just can't bring himself to embarrassment in front of you for the second time today. but your mouth is so soft and squishy, and the plush of your lips on him feel like he’s ascending to the heavens.

"ah! fuck," he curses, tangling his fingers into your hair. you choke lightly, gagging as he pushes you down gently. the scene is erotic, and the slick, wet sounds of your tongue on his phallus are only turning him on more.

come on, armin, you trained for this...don't be a minute man... his silent pleas to himself are lost as his abs clench pathetically.

his eyes screw shut, a huff rolling off his tongue as his back arches up off the bed. but he refuses to let it out, opting to tangle his fist in your hair and lift your suction off of his member. it slides out of your mouth with a pop! and you're blinking at him with the sly eyes of a fox disguised as doe.

you tilt your head innocently. "armin?" gosh, your voice causes his cock to twitch. "something wrong?"

he groans at the loss of his high, but silently praises himself for holding back from temptation. "no, it's just..."

he lifts himself to sit, adjusting his thick-framed glasses so he can see better. you follow, plopping yourself to sit on your knees.

you had long since discarded your bottoms, the newly revealed, pink, lacy panties displaying a wet patch at the front from your rubbing on the mattress. he gulps, tongue darting out to lick the side of his lips. his eyes begin to trace the lush curve of your hips, but upon catching himself, armin immediately averts his gaze. damn perv. he scolds himself. pull yourself together.

he's nervous, rubbing his palms together to ease his anxiety. what if you said no? the edging has his abs still clenching from not finishing, but he's determined to do this the right way.

he knows what should come next. years of consuming josei hentai, rutting into his mattress alone at night, had prepared him (and raised his thirst) for this. of course, he'd never performed it on a real girl, but he's always been a quick learner.

he coughs, clearing his throat, though his voice still cracks at his next words.

"can i- uhm, eat you out?"

worry not children penetration is coming soon...armin isn't ready yet...pt. 3?

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reveusism · 2 months ago

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cw nsfw. nerdmin!!!!!!!. wet dreams oops. tongue piercing armin

armin had dreams quite often. now, this was not a surprising thing; dreams are caused by the information stored in the depths of one’s mind, and it is well known that armin had a lot of that. it’s rare that he has a night completely dreamless, whether he be plagued by riddles concealed in a story or being chased down a corridor or something humiliating that leaves his face red for the rest of the morning.

recebtly, his subject had been you.

they would change. positions, places, you name it. sometimes he would be between your legs, putting the cool metal ball atop his tongue to work and feeling proud of his reckless decision for once. other times, you would be on your knees, taking care of him and cooing softly with every broken plea that left his lips. he’d take you from behind, in front—make you realize he was more than he seemed. he was useful. he could make you feel good. it was every sick fantasy he had pushed down and suppressed from the moment he first saw you coming back to haunt him in his sleep. occasionally, he would just be lying with you in the aftermath and the bliss of what you had just done. but that one was much more heavy than the rest, so he avoided confronting the meaning.

tonight was no different. he saw you, messy and disheveled and as beautiful as he always thought you were. bare, panting, whispering his name so softly he was sure it was a figment of his imagination (but this all was, so what did it matter?). he ran his hand over every plane and curve he was too shy to touch when he was conscious. his face was in your neck, nose pressing against your pulse as he desperately tried to convince himself this was real, I if only for a moment. you smelled sweet. he had to resist the urge to sink his teeth into you and mark that he was there.

you were with him, wanting him. his head was spinning and his throat raw from the pathetic whimpers bubbling from his throat. he remembers feeling so close, dick twitching desperately with every noise and move you made, but he tried to prolong it. he knew that he would wake the moment he let go and be reminded that this was fake, that he was sweating and panting and hard alone in his own dark room. he was desperate. he had long since accepted that he was nothing if not a loser, at least a bit, but even this had him shrinking on himself in shame.

your voice. it was beautiful, and even more so when broken and saying his name. “armin, ah, i’m-“

he awoke with a gasp. he blinked for a moment, chest heaving, head pounding as was the pulse between his legs. it only took a moment for him to process—he had grown more and more used to these occurrences. even with his less-than-great vision, he could make out the shape of his stiffness as well as the wet patch forming on his pyjama pants.

he was definitely not going to be able to look you in the eyes tomorrow, if not the rest of the week. he was pathetic, and he wanted you so badly. but he would not act on those desires, instead dealing with graphic dreams and radiosilence on the days after. it was not preferable, but he would survive.

his head fell back against the pillow, dragging a hand down his face. “shit.”

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bleach-your-panties · 2 months ago

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level up - nerdmin x fem reader

a/n: tiktok is going off with these edits of the nerdarmin fanart with the tongue piercing (thank you @musapylsa) and I am eating it all up, so hope all other armin girlies enjoy this! 'swimming pools' is his theme song in my mind, so ofc I had to use some version of it~

c/w: alcohol, oral!fem receiving, spit, manipulative armin, slight!dub con, friends to ?

w/c: 929

"it's been so long, since I've been on this level right here..."

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Armin's ocean blue eyes swam as his head lolled from side to side, a half-empty, red solo cup nearly-crumpled in his hand from how tightly he was gripping it. The ends of his golden blonde hair swayed back and forth with the fluid motions of his body that ground salaciously against yours.

You smiled seeing your best friend let loose at this random college party. Pulling him away from his small, cramped study desk had taken quite a bit of convincing, but you managed it.

Statistics could wait, after all.

The spacious living room was dark, the only light that could be seen was from the cell phone screens of other party-goers making TikToks or recording on Snapchat to garner proof that they were able to attend such an event.

DJ made a song switch and Armin perked up, but as he did so, the clear liquid inside his cup splashed over the rim and landed directly in the middle of your white lace cami.

"Oh fuck, Y/N - I'm-I'm so sorry!"

Frantically, he began to look around the darkened room, searching for where the kitchen might be before grabbing your hand and pulling you along with him in a random direction.

"Armin, wait- that's not the way to the kitchen..."

You spoke a bit sheepishly as the blonde turned to you with a look of confusion before noticing that the two of you were indeed not in a kitchen, but a bedroom.

"Oh fuck," he repeated, hands moving to muss his already messy blonde bangs as he chuckled awkwardly at his mistake, "m-my bad, I was just trying to find something to clean you up with..."

Shrugging, you glanced around the room to see that it had a small bathroom connected to it.

"There may be some towels in the bathroom..."

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"Damn, Y/N...you're dripping all over my face..." Armin groaned, pulling his face from between your soaked thighs and wiping it off with the sleeve of his shirt. His cock twitched in his jeans at the sight of your swollen pussy, covered in your cum mixed with his saliva.

The towel that you thought would be used to wipe you off was placed beneath your ass while the blonde licked and slurped at your pussy like he was dying of thirst.

What had started as an innocent gesture of him helping you get cleaned up turned into soft, wet kisses on your belly and the nastiest head that you'd ever received in your life.

There had always been a little sexual tension between you both, but neither of you ever acted on it. Tonight, there was something different about Armin, and it was more than just the fact that he was tipsy.

He was determined. Confident. Ravenous.

"Armin..."

Your back arched against the stark white sheets of the bed, legs dangling off the edge as Armin knelt between them. His warm hands smoothed over the length of them, then down, down and down until they were gripping your ankles.

"Ar-wait!"

Squealing as he bent you in half, you were now eye to crystal blue eye with your friend and his glossy lips coated in your slick.

"I-I thought you were drunk off your ass by the way you spilled that drink on me! You were even swaying on the dance floor...you..."

His glasses dropped to the bridge of his nose as he smirked down at you.

"Really, you thought that? That's cute..."

Soft blonde locks splayed across your exposed skin as Armin nipped and sucked at your neck, surely leaving a trail of love bites in his wake. Moaning his name in broken syllables, you brought your arms up to wrap around his back and bring him closer.

"Sorry, Y/N, but I didn't know how else to get you alone...fuck, I've been dreaming about having you like this for so long..."

His breath came out in ragged puffs as he moved his kisses across the expanse of your chest, then down to your breasts. You squealed when the head of his tongue piercing rubbed your sensitive nipple.

He flicked the cold metal repeatedly against the hard bud while has other hand squeezed the opposite breast.

"Fuuck...A-armin...please.."

Armin knew what you needed. His fingers tapped at your lips, and obediently, you opened your mouth.

He spat a clear wad of saliva on your tongue. It tasted of the liquor you'd both been sipping on, spiced and sweet.

"I'll give you what you want, baby..."

Armin may not be the most popular guy, but he knew what he wanted and how to get it.

He'd decided that he wanted you - this side of you - in all your orgasmic glory, and he'd have it if it was the last damn thing that he'd do.

Slotting his lips over yours, he sucked the saliva off your tongue and slid off of you, back between your thighs, and spat it directly on your clit.

Your body responded kindly by twitching and spreading open for him to cover the lips of your cunt with his tongue, that sinful piercing bumping your clit before his lips closed around it, sucking gently.

Now your head was spinning as if you were the one drunk while your best friend feasted on your pussy in a random bedroom.

"Y/N..?"

It was hard to focus with Armin's tongue circling your clit, but you were able to manage a small 'hmm' in response...

"Do you think we'll be able to take our relationship to the next level now?"

Shit, you sure hoped so... +++

"cause i ain't never babysittin', i be linin' up shots, imma show you how to turn it up a notch.."

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nerdarminsimp · 2 months ago

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Nerd!Armin x PervFem!Reader

☆ Match my freak ☆

TAKES PLACE DURING END SENIOR OF YEAR, ALL ARE 18+

Stalking, masturbation, clothes stealing, oral (M receiving), slight anal fingering (M receiving), unprotected sex, and creampies ahead! Read at your own risk!

Nerd!Armin who noticed during the last 2 months of senior year a new, very attractive girl, had joined his tormentors friend group. Everytime he saw you walking down the hall with Historia, Reiner, and Ymir, He felt a little disappointed that such a pretty girl would hang out with such assholes.

Nerd!Armin who quickly figured out you only hang out with Historias clique because you are cousins with Ymir. He later overheard Historia telling you she only makes fun of him because he seemed like the typical discord using and hentai watching loser.

Nerd!Armin who is constantly bullied by the popular kids because he likes manga, video games, and sexual anime figures. Every time he gets dog piled on by them, you're always there with an almost sadistic grin. It bothered him more than the bullying itself, but at the same time he found it slightly hot.

Nerd!Armin who started noticing his pens going missing from his backpack, as well as keychains, books, and other miscellaneous objects. One day after gym he opened his locker to find that his normal clothes had been taken, leaving him having to wear his sweaty gym attire the rest of the day.

Nerd!Armin who kept accidentally locking eyes with you from across the cafeteria where he sat with Eren and Mikasa. He couldn't stop himself from getting flustered as you looked at him through your lashes with what he could only interpret as a lustful gaze. He had to embarrassingly use his books to cover up the tent in his pants.

Nerd!Armin who got a video from an unknown number while watching Seven Deadly Sins and eating microwave noodles. When he opened it he let out a gasp. it was a video of just the thighs and cunt of a girl and she was aggressively rubbing her clit with two of her fingers. He didn’t really stop and think how strange the situation was before he quickly unzipped his pants and wrapped his hand around his cock. As he jerked himself off he couldn't help but imagine you.

Nerd!Armin who was too focused on the idea of you bouncing up and down on his dick and moaning your name, he didn't even realize that his missing shirt and pants were on the nightstand behind the mystery woman till after he shot a load on himself.

Nerd!Armin who told Eren immediately the next day about what had happened the night before, minus the part where he was jerking off to fantasies about you. "I swear it was my clothes Eren! I don't sound crazy, right?" He ended up convincing himself it was just some freak coincidence and it was a wrong number situation.

Nerd!Armin who continued receiving videos from the unknown woman, but her face was never shown. Eventually he just saved the phone number as a contact, and like the freak he was he saved it under your name.

Nerd!Armin who continuously fantasized about you well he watched in the mystery porn videos he was sent. He couldn't help but whimper your name along with curses as he sat with his legs spread, his phone in his left hand, and thrusting into the new pocket pussy held by his right. "Fuck... [Y/N]... g-gonna... ngh!" He had saved up and bought it specifically to imagine you while either scrolling through your Instagram or watching the videos. He couldn't deny his growing crush on you.

Nerd!Armin who finally built up the courage to ask to get to know you better and hang out over the summer before you went to college. He was practically ecstatic when he found out that both of you were going to the same community college not too far away.

Nerd!Armin who after graduation invited you over to his house, he even cleaned up the monster cans and ramen bowls. While the two of you hung out and played whichever game you could figure out the fastest, he noticed the ocean blue color you had your nails done. Instead of the usual lust that washed over him when thinking about you, it felt more like butterflies in his stomach.

Nerd!Armin who took a shower once you left for the night and once he was getting dressed for bed he noticed a pair of his boxers were missing from his dresser. His face scrunched with confusion as he saw one of those ocean blue nails on the carpet by the drawer. "Must have fallen off." He put the nail on his nightstand and crawled into bed for the night.

Nerd!Armin who got a text from the contact that he named after you the next morning. As his still sleep filled eyes slowly opened to check his photo notifications he found himself paralyzed momentarily when he realized it was a picture of him sleeping.

Nerd!Armin who debated blocking the person now that the situation was getting more creepy, but at the same time he didn't want the free porn to stop and even though it was illogical he found the fact he had a stalker almost... sexy?

Nerd!Armin who decided because the weather was getting warmer and he was starting a whole new chapter of his life now that he graduated, he was going to cut his hair. As he got in his car after leaving the barber he got another message. It was a photo of him merely moments before when he walked out into the parking lot. It was captioned 'I liked your hair better longer.'

Nerd!Armin who immediately looked out his windows to try it and figure out who took the picture, and that's when he noticed your car in the direction it had to have been taken from. Accidentally the two of you locked eyes through the windshields of your cars for a moment and you immediately drove away.

Nerd!Armin who once again brushed the whole situation off as a coincidence. Or at least he tried. As you and him got closer and he spent more time at your house he noticed some things. Almost every time he went over he somehow would manage to walk in on you either changing or touching yourself. You would then fiercely deny that you were in fact doing that and get angry at him before making him leave your room.

Nerd!Armin who noticed when he finally got your number so you guys wouldn't have to keep messaging each other on insta, the number was a contact in his phone. It was already under your name too.

Nerd!Armin who may or may not have been snooping through your stuff when he found a box under your bed. It contained almost every single missing item he had. Including the stuff from when he was still in school. His boxers, his keychains, his mangas, they were all there. He also found a couple of toys mixed into the collection of items. He couldn't help but feel ashamed when his cock went hard because of it.

Nerd!Armin who well staying the night at your house woke up to the feeling of hands on his thighs. When he opened his eyes he let out a small gasp at the sight of you climbing into his lap. “H-Hey… what are you doing?” Only for you to back off and stare at him. "Sorry... just wanted to see if you were awake."

Nerd!Armin who couldn't sleep the rest of that night. He wanted to say he was disturbed with your behavior, but found himself silently wishing you would come back.

Nerd!Armin who was becoming less oblivious to the signs of you being his stalker. Even though most people would have been creeped out, some dark part of him found it endearing that such a gorgeous woman was so obsessed with him.

Nerd!Armin who came over again a week later, but had to let himself in after you wouldn't answer the door. When he entered he could hear you moaning and the soft buzz of vibrations coming from the living room. "God... You're mine... Fuck! Armin!"

Nerd!Armin who turned the corner and could feel his cock twitch when he realized it was his name on your tongue while you were rubbing your vibrator along your clit, not to mention he was quite literally watching you do that.

Nerd!Armin who blushed when you noticed him. "[Y/N]! I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to walk in... I just... uh.. I think I should probably go now!" He didn't even realize how obvious his erection was from your angle.

Nerd!Armin who couldn't quite remember how he ended up on the couch with you between his knees but he wasn't complaining about it. He breathed shakily as you made quick work of his belt before you undid the fly of his pants.

Nerd!Armin who whined as you yanked both his jeans and boxers off with one tug. His dick immediately sprung up, gladly free from its cloth constraints. Your eyes lock onto his tip. It was a flushed pink and you could only describe it as pretty. You wasted no time before it was in your mouth.

Nerd!Armin who had to do everything in his power to not finish right there. Your mouth felt so good but it felt even better as you went all the way down on him. A choked moan was ripped from his throat when he felt the tip of your nose against his pubic bone.

Nerd!Armin who could only watch and tremble as you practically face-fucked yourself on his cock. Every time you took all of him in your mouth he could hear a small gagging sound, making the whole situation feel even more erotic.

Nerd!Armin who could feel your saliva dripping down to his balls. Your index finger gently swiped some off and found its way to his rim as you teased him. He let out a loud gasp and his hips twitched as your finger prodded at his entrance.

Nerd!Armin who moaned uncontrollably as you continued sucking his cock and fingering his ass at an excessive pace. Suddenly your finger curled inside him, hitting his prostate. Without warning he spilled ropes of his cum into your mouth.

Nerd!Armin who could only watch with wide eyes as you stared him down and swallowed his seed.

Nerd!Armin who held your hips with his hands as you sank down on his dick while you were feverishly kissing and sucking hickeys into his neck. He had to close his eyes when he bottomed out ground himself.

Nerd!Armin who could barely keep up with you bouncing on his pretty cock. He had no clue you had so much energy or stamina. He tried to continue holding on to you but you are simply going too fast, loudly babbling his name and other obscenities. "Armin! Armin! Fuck your so big... All mine!"

Nerd!Armin who became a whining mess as he got close. Somewhere along the line his hands had reached under your shirt and were playing with your nipples. He could only stare at your boobs bouncing in the fabric of your shirt while he groped them.

Nerd!Armin who started crying due to the overwhelming sensation of you atop of him. Your tight pussy felt so warm around his aching dick. "Oh fuck... I'm so close... Please don't stop!"

Nerd!Armin who watched as you threw your head back and your walls spasmed around him as your orgasm washed over you. That sensation was enough to pull him over the edge and he tried lifting you off him so he wouldn't come inside you.

Nerd!Armin who could only whimper loudly as your thighs clench down around his hips making it so he couldn't pull you off. Without being able to pull out, he ended up filling you up with his cum.

Nerd!Armin who after coming down from his high could only stare as a mix of both his and your juices formed a ring around his cock where the two of you met.

Nerd!Armin who had to hold back a smile when you asked him a question. "Wanna go for round two?"

|| Word count: 2,239 || || Writen by a freak, for freaks ||

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zraiusxo · 2 months ago

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omg your armin college au was so good! i would love to see a part 2!

♡ part 1. warnings: 18+ content, smut mdni, oral sex (f. receiving), soft dom armin, connie cockblocking, ends before orgasm. reader discretion is advised. nsfw under the cut. not proofread. credits to @ маша мыш��а on tiktok as inspiration for this fanfic.

Armin Arlert College AU ♡

The door shut with a loud slam, and the loud music and people's chatters outside became a distant, thumping heartbeat. The bright of hallway light leaked through the door frame, not enough to see clearly— but enough to feel everything.

His breath hitched as he took a small step backward, bumping into a stack of shoes on the floor. You heard him mutter something under his breath. He was flustered.

You didn’t move.

He stayed pressed near the opposite wall, as far from you as the closet allowed— shoulders stiff, posture closed off, as if even the sound of your breathing might shatter his balance. His hands were shoved into the front pocket of his jeans, fists clenched.

He wasn’t looking at you. Mmm, yeah not really.

And then there was the way his blue eyes flickered to you and away again like you were a fluorescent light that burned too bright. That was cute. His little glances. And the way his cheeks flushed bright red.

But you didn’t say anything at first. Just leaned back against the wall, letting the quiet stretch long enough for him to get uncomfortable in it.

Eventually, he cracked.

“I, um... I didn’t think it would land on me,” he said, adjusting his glasses. “The bottle. I mean.”

You raised a brow. “Is that a bad thing?”

He let out a dry, awkward laugh before frantically shaking his head. “No— no. Not that. I just... I wasn’t really expecting—”

“Me?”

He hesitated before nodding. “...yeah.”

You let a small smile grace your lips. “That’s fair. I wasn’t expecting you, either.”

He looked at you fully this time. There was a split-second delay, then a thoughtful sort of look settled over his face.

“You’re different,” he muttered, “From everyone here.”

Your gaze softened upon meeting his solemn blue eyes before tilting your head to the side. “Different how?”

He was silent for a few seconds, but he answered thoughtfully. “You carry yourself like you don’t owe anyone your time.”

Your eyes widened a little, eyelashes fluttering as you blinked, surprised at how accurate that was.

Armin stammered, the warmth creeping up the tips of his ears. “And I don’t mean that in a bad way!" he stuttered, "I just— when you confidently walked in at the start of the semester, when people started giving attention to the new pretty girl who transferred out from her east coast academy to this public university, I thought... yeah, she's too good for this, she’s not gonna give a shit about any of it. The parties. The chaos.”

You listened before shrugging without giving much though. “Well, it’s not that I don’t give a shit. It’s just... different. From what I'm used to, I mean.”

He nodded like he understood. And he probably did. There was something in his perceptive gaze that made you feel like he watched more than he ever said.

“I’ve been to a lot of parties,” you said. “But they were the kind with champagne and waitstaff. Dress codes. People name-dropping hedge funds instead of screaming lyrics and jumping on furniture.”

Armin cracked a dorky little smile at that. “So this is culture shock.”

“A bit.”

You both laughed quietly, more comfortable with each other now.

Then he let out a shaky exhale, like he was trying to say something without saying it.

“I don’t really fit in here either,” he mumbled with a quiet voice, biting the inside of his cheek. “Not really.” “You seem to be doing fine.” You reassured.

“Only because I have Eren.” he muttered. “He drags me to these things. I think he likes the idea of making me more... socially competent.”

You smirked. “Has it worked?”

Armin looked at you for a second, eyes trailing the delicate curve of your lips before flicking back up to your eyes. That didn't go unnoticed.

“No,” he admitted honestly. “Not even a little.”

That pulled out a hearty laugh from you, rosy cheeks lifting as you allowed yourself to smile genuinely.

He was still stiff though. Still holding back. You could feel it in the air, the way he kept shifting like he didn’t know what to do with the tension winding between you both.

So you said it plainly.

“You’re nervous.”

Armin swallowed, nodding his head yes. “Yeah. I am.”

You stepped a little closer.

“Why?”

His voice dropped just barely. “Because you’re... kind of a dream girl.”

You blinked.

He rushed to explain, waving his hands around. “Not in, like, a cliché way. I just mean— God, this sounds stupid— I mean, you’re smart, kind and beautiful. You’re always so calm. Always so prim and proper and elegant." He rambled on. "You don’t try to get people’s attention. Because you already have it. Without doing anything. That kind of thing just... doesn’t happen in real life, you know?”

Your lips parted slightly. It caught you off guard, the honesty in it. The transparency. It wasn’t just some throwaway party line— he meant it.

“You could’ve had anyone,” he added, voice quieter now as he tried to claim his racing heart. “...and I still don’t get how I’m the one standing here. With a girl like you.”

There was a pause.

Then you took one step closer— not much, just enough for him to hear the softness in your voice without it getting swallowed by the coats around you.

“I’m standing here because I want to.”

Armin blinked.

You let it sink in, let him feel the truth in it.

“And you don’t need to say the right thing,” you added, “Or act a certain way. Just be you. That’s enough.” A small little grin crept up your lips, placing a hand on his tense shoulder.

For a long second, he just stared at you with cheeks flushed with a bright red. Chest rising, lips slightly parted, eyes dark and overwhelmed.

Then—

“…Fuck it."

And then Armin Arlert— awkward, sweet, nervous Armin— reached for you. And then he kissed you. It was clumsy for half a second— teeth knocking a little. You moaned softly into his mouth as your back hit the wall, and his hands flew to your waist. You could feel how warm his palms were, trembling a little even as he held you.

His tongue licked into your mouth, hesitant at first, then deeper— and the second you felt the cool metal of his tongue piercing slide against yours, your knees buckled.

You whimpered before you could stop it from escaping your lips, slick with his and your saliva mixed.

He pulled back just enough to whisper, warm breath ghosting against your skin. “You like that?”

His voice had dipped lower. Still a little shy, but there was something else there now.

You nodded, dazed. “Yes.”

Then, silently, he dropped to his knees.

Your breath hitched. “Armin...”

“I want to,” he said, almost under his breath. “Please let me.”

His fingers were warm as they slid under your skirt, pushing it up to your waist gently— like he was unwrapping something sacred.

He was quiet the whole time.

Not because he didn’t want to say anything, but because he couldn’t.

Because it was his mouth that was too busy worshiping your body.

He kissed your thigh first. Then closer. Then right over your panties—just soft, tentative touches at first, like he was easing himself into it. You were already soaked, and when he noticed that, he exhaled slowly, like he couldn't believe it.

You braced yourself against the wall, breathing shallow.

He didn’t say anything filthy. He didn’t need to. His reverence was loud enough.

His fingers reached your panties. He paused, looking up at you with half-lidded blue eyes in between your thighs.

“Can I take these off?” he asked.

Your breath hitched before reaching down to tangle your fingers in his hair, and you nodded. "Please."

Armin bit his lower lip, fingers hooking around the band of the lace and slid it down slowly down your legs, holding it in his hand for a moment before shoving it the back pocket of his jeans. At first, it was experimental. His tongue stroked carefully, as if reading your body’s language— where your thighs trembled, where your breath hitched. When you moaned quietly, his hands tightened around your thighs.

He didn’t talk much. Barely muttered a thing. But every now and then, he made these soft, appreciative noises. A groan when your hips bucked. A sigh when you gasped his name.

The barbell of his tongue piercing caught your clit just right, a contrast of cold metal and soft warmth. That feeling. It had you bucking your hips into his face, body twitching and moaning his name. "Ar.. hng- minnnh..."

His tongue moved in slow circles, the coolness of the metal brushing your clit over and over, dragging filthy little sounds from you that you couldn’t keep in. You tried to stay quiet— but the way he flicked and sucked and moaned against your cunt… It was obscene. You tugged at his hair— gently at first, then harder when he licked harder, deeper, right against where you needed it most. Your moans were choked and desperate. Tears started to well up at the corner of your eyes. "Hngh.. ah! Please, p-please.." You didn't even know what the hell you were begging for.

And when he slid one hand up your stomach under your skirt, just enough to press gently to your lower belly and hold you still, it made your knees go weak. It made you see stars. It was so good. More than you expected. Better than you’d imagined from someone who couldn’t even make eye contact five minutes ago. Your thighs started to close around his head, and he didn't even try to hold them open. He never rushed. Just kept eating your pussy without a word. Your little, needy moans were music to his ears, it gave him assurance that he was doing you right.

And when he glanced up through his foggy thick rimmed glasses, pupils blown, lips slick with your juices— God.

You were going to come. Eyes rolling to the back of your head, grinding your hips into his face, back arching off the wall. "Arminnn.. o- ohhh— fuck!" You were right there—

BANG BANG BANG.

“SEVEN MINUTES IS UP YO!” Connie shouted, still banging on the door with an evil cackle. “If y'two weren’t sinning, then I don't know what the hell y'all were in there for seven whole damn minutes for!”

You whined.

Armin groaned against your pussy before pulling his head back, resting his forehead against your thigh. “Fuck me.”

You were breathing heavily— frustrated, overstimulated, aching and mourning your stolen orgasm.

He looked up at you.

His lips were slick. His chin was wet. His face was flushed, bangs sticking to his sweaty forehead, blue eyes wide with something much darker than the usual innocence.

You tried to regain your balance, reaching down to pull your skirt down, but Armin was already gently pulling it down and straightening your dress, eyes low, brows furrowed like he was pissed about being interrupted. But still sweet. Still Armin.

Armin stood up, adjusting his hoodie, fixing your hair for you like you hadn’t just nearly come all over his face. He pulled you close, kissed you slow like an apology. And you could taste yourself in his lips.

“You okay, Y/N?” he murmured apologetically.

You nodded with a gentle smile, wiping your juices off his lips and chin. “Yes, thank you, Armin.”

Then he nodded with a small grin and pulled away, already unlocking the door with a terrified expression on his face, as if dreading all the teasing and questions once you both came back out.

He was shy again. Nervous. Sweet.

But under it, something dangerous was flickering to life.

♡ a/n: umm chile... i just realized that armin still has reader's panties in the back pocket of his jeans. oopsies! should i use that as an excuse to make another part and they can continue where they left off here? hehe.

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adoresia · 2 months ago

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FRISON ⋆ Armin Arlert

(noun) a shudder or shiver; thrill — suggestive

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Brother… watch where you're going."

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

And when he turned around, there you were.

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

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

That was bad.. very bad for him.

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

"Never have I ever… got a piercing."

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

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

"My tongue…"

A beat passed.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Okay. How about… you kiss me?"

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

"Okay."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

PUBLIC SERVICE ANNOUNCEMENT ;

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

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pockystickupyour · 2 months ago

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unfiltered, 18+

nerd!armin x reader, modern college au!

part 1 part 2 inspired by current fanart circulating on tt (yes he has a tongue piercing).

Warnings: Semi-public sex, vaginal sex, f!receiving oral, slight praise kink, switch (soft dom leaning) Armin, fingering, dry humping, breeding kink if you squint, biting, multiple orgasms

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“Fancy seeing you here,”

“In the college library by the manga section?”

You hung your bag on the side of the nearest chair and took a seat. It was high time you sat down to study, actually study. Without mindlessy scrolling every 5 minutes, or turning a study session into an excuse to buy yourself a sweet treat.

“In the college library on a Friday night. Isn’t there some party that Mikasa and Eren want to drag you out to tonight?”

Armin was splayed out on a yellow bean bag, computer in his lap with a wired earbud in, and a few piles of books on the floor beside him. If it wasn’t for his frantic typing, you’d assume that he was playing some game.

The crisp sound from his keyboard typing continued as he said, “Last time I didn’t really have anywhere else to go since it quite literally was at my house and this place was closed.”

He did pick a good place for peace and quiet. It was closed off enough to block out other people’s murmuring, but not to the point of accidentally being locked in overnight by the librarian.

”Well, I didn’t come to disturb or distract you. I have some catching up to do.” You reached into your bag and pulled out your course literature, way heavier than you remembered, as well as your laptop.

“I don’t mind,” He said, not bothering to look up from his lap. ”Let me know if you need help with anything.”

His last comment brought you the comfort needed to clear up the momentary uncertainty that had started growing in your chest.

Whenever you sat down with genuine intention to study, it was relatively easy. You struggled with getting into the material, skimming your eyes over stacks, charts and graphs. Though once you were into it, it stuck. Glued to the forefront of your mind which was very much needed since you hadn’t been able to think of anything except how Armin looked under you, or the feeling of his piercing against your skin.

Moments when you felt incredibly immersed in whatever economic blabber you jotted down, were easily interrupted by thoughts of him anytime he cleared his throat, hinting at the sound of his whimpers, or whenever he laughed and you caught a glimpse of the smooth silver sphere dancing in his mouth from your peripheral.

Of course, Armin appeared unaffected by your presence. He had both earbuds in and didn’t look up at you once or offer any of his candy.

Despite not liking them because you felt like they could break your teeth, you’d accept any invitation to talk to him.

Your eyes fleeted between him and the stuff in front of you as you tried to come up with something to say.

Reaching into your bag confirmed your suspicion, giving you incentive to ask, “Hey, you don't happen to have something to drink?”

”Sorry, did you need help?” He removed his earphones completely and half closed his computer.

You waved your hand dismissively, slightly flustered by his sudden attention. “No, I forgot my water bottle and I was wondering if you had something to drink.”

“Oh,” He pulled his bookbag into his lap and rummaged through it for a few seconds before pulling out a Gatorade and a half empty bottle of water. “I usually keep energy drinks for Eren but I’m sure he wouldn’t mind. I opened the water already.”

”It’s fine, I’m not really an energy-drink person,” He got off the bean bag to hand you your drink of choice, untwisting the cap for you as he approached.

You took a swig, pretending it had something in it that would ease off the tension in your body. Armin looked at you intently, surprise colouring his face while the mark on his button nose grew pinker. “What?”

”I was expecting you to hover it over your mouth or at least clean the top first,”

“Why? I thought it was yours,” your brows furrowed in thought as you wondered if you’d interpreted him wrong.

“It is, I drank half of it.” After holding your eyes he diverted his attention to your notes and laptop.

Clearly he saw something that piqued his interest as he moved behind you to oversee all material. “Is this econ?”

“Unfortunately,” You placed the bottle down a little past the edge of the table before continuing, “I’m taking it for extra credit.”

“Eren did too. Somehow I ended up doing all of his assignments,” He noticed the video explanation paused on your screen. ”Hey, is that Mr Smith?”

“Sure is,” He moved his hand to click your mousepad but instead managed to knock the bottle over. “I’m so sorry I didn’t mean to do that, wait, I’ll help you clean it up I’ve got tissues with me.”

“It’s okay I promise,” To your luck, only a small amount of water made it out of the bottle since most of it had been emptied, however it was enough to coat your course literature book and leave wet patches on your clothes.

Once Armin came back with the napkins he handed you half of them to dry yourself. “I think there’s a section over there with course literature like this one if I remember correctly. We can go and check, hopefully no one’s borrowed it yet,”

He pointed to the left corner behind your table suggestively. From what you could see, he avoided looking at you as much as possible and made sure to walk ahead when he led you to the new section.

“It should be here somewhere,” He adjusted his frames and scrunched his face as he tried to read the different labels on the shelves.

“I thought we established that your glasses are fake,” you teased, waiting for that side of Armin to come out.

“No, you established that.” He held a serious look while he kept searching, his hair occasionally getting in the way. “I’m far-sighted,”

“Spend too much time looking at the screen instead of going outside?”

“Spend too much time talking instead of looking for your book?” There it was. The Armin most people didn’t get to see was out of hiding. ”Looking at screen causes near-sightedness anyway,”

You would’ve thought of a comeback had your eyes not landed on just what you were looking for. “I think I found it,”

Armin walked over to you, double checking the cover as if he didn’t trust your word. You bent down to take it out right as Armin said, “Wait no I think it’s this one,”

He tried to collect a book above and you grazed his front with your backside as you came back up. “Uh, here.”

“Oh you were right. Thanks,”

You didn’t say much else afterwards, the library was closing soon anyway and as much as you wanted to recreate what had happened at the party, Armin seemed too embarrassed to even make small talk.

On the bright side it helped you finish up taking notes quicker and all that was left was to go over the material one last time and possibly watch one last explanation video.

“What are you even doing over there?” He hadn’t bothered to put his earbuds in this time.

“Reading manga.”

“You’re reading manga on your computer while having the actual mangas next to you?” You asked, hopeful that it would keep the conversation going.

“I like comparing online prints with physical copies. Sometimes they have different translations. These are perfect examples, wanna see?”

You made your way over to the red bean bag next to him, he dragged it closer before you sat down then picked up a volume from his pile. “Ever heard of Death Note?”

“I know a thing or two,” You familiarised yourself with your new seat, wriggling around until you sat comfortably enough.

Armin opened a new tab in a sea of old ones on his computer, quickly searching up a jumble of words that took you to images similar to the pages in front of you. Although the art was identical you did notice a difference in what was written in the speech bubbles.

“There’s more, come I’ll show you,”

The manga section of the library was more stacked than you thought. You wondered if they came in upon request by students like Armin.

He ran his slender fingers along the spine of different sets as he provided trivia on each of them. It all fell on deaf ears as you could only focus on how good those very same fingers felt inside of you.

”Do you consider yourself a weeb?”

In an effort to pull your head out of the gutter you tried averting your stare elsewhere and attempted to study whatever series he was talking about.

”I prefer the term Otaku,” He spoke under his breath.

“I hope you don’t go around telling people that…” At the bottom shelf you saw the manga version of your favourite anime. Kneeling down to get a better look you pulled it out to show Armin. “Wait, I didn't know they had this here!”

When you gazed up at him he was looking away again, “Hey why do you keep acting weird? Is it because of what happened last time?” You got up so you could speak to him face to face, though he still managed to be above your eye level.

“No,” the silence was deafening and it was obvious that you were the only ones left.

”Armin.”

”Okay yes, but not in the way you think.” His ears burned the same way as when you’d noticed his tongue piercing for the first time. “It’s just, I wasn’t expecting to see you tonight. And then you came in wearing this,”

He looked down at your cut out top, still having yet to fully dry, and your skirt that was just short enough to tease slivers of skin. “Which was fine until I could see the bra you’re wearing underneath,”

You looked down at your shirt and noticed that the lace print was showing more than you thought. “I didn’t mean to look. But when you used my bottle like that right before bending over in front of me, as you did just now, I didn’t know how to react.”

He stared into your eyes for a moment, like he was calculating something in his head simply by looking at you, then started to laugh. “Were you messing with me? Did you do all of that on purpose?”

”Huh?” Your confused look only appeared to amuse him more.

”Were you hoping that I would do this?” He placed a hand where your neck branched out into your shoulder while the other made home above your hip.

“Were you hoping I’d say,” Instead of pulling you closer, he took a step towards you, keeping you steady in his hold.

He hovered above your shoulder, fanning the exposed skin of your back as he spoke into the shell of your ear, tickling it with his piercing. “Please touch me.”

He pulled himself off and looked at you with a sort of pleading in his eyes, puppy like and nearly causing your heart to burst as he anticipated your answer. “I’ll stop if you don’t tell me to keep going.”

You pulled him back in so that he hovered over your mouth. His eyes flickered between your lips and eyes, once slipping so far down that he possibly caught a glimpse of your cleavage, then asked “Can I kiss you?”

“Been waiting for you to ask,” the words almost didn’t have a chance to fully escape before he closed the gap between you.

There was a certain urgency, yearning, in the way his lips moved and pulled at your own as he pushed your back against the shelves. He swiped his tongue against your bottom lip and you felt the cold metal swipe across the top.

You placed your hands around his neck while one of his slithered its way up your top, running a warm hand across your stomach and chest.

“Have you thought about me?” He slipped in between pants and candy-flavoured kisses, and you wondered if they were enough of an answer. “I’ve thought about you,”

The hand above your hip trailed down between your legs and ran fingers softly up and down the plush of your thighs. “About touching you,”

His lips explored the side of your mouth and the edges of your jaw on their way to your throat. You could barely hold on to him as his one hand unclasped your bra while the other rubbed at your underwear.

”About feeling you, so tight around me I could just—“

The graze of your fingers caused him to whimper under his breath. Your hands went down his torso and stopped at his pants. He was already hard, making you want to unzip his pants even quicker.

You tried to bite back your own moans and helped Armin remove your bra by tossing it on the floor beside you. “Armin, please I need you.”

You didn’t know exactly what you were pleading for, but once you’d shimmied out of your underwear, he took ahold of your leg and hooked his arm around it to lift it up.

So eager and desperate to feel you he rubbed himself against you without having taken off his boxers, and despite his shallow thrusts, the friction was enough to stimulate you. “I swear I could come just like this,”

You moved your hips in rhythm with his and tried your very best to be quiet, though the sound of the shelf moving was louder than any of you. “Help me take this off”

A free hand and lifted your shirt up as you raised your hands in the air, gripping the wooden display behind you once it was off. “Shit, you feel so good and I’m not even inside yet,”

He unhooked your leg and spun you around so that he could hit you from the back, this time without a clothing barrier as he bunched up your skirt. He pushed himself in slow and waited for you to bottom out before thrusting.

He held a hand on your chest, pinching and playing with your sensitive spots as he breathed against your neck. “You don’t mind if I go a little rougher right?” The sweetness in his tone would allow him to do whatever he wanted, be it your call.

You could barely speak, shaking your head as permission was your only option. His grip on you was only getting tighter, much like your hold on him as he went back in after pulling out. He picked up the pace and your legs started to feel like they couldn’t hold you up much longer.

Moans and groans morphed into one and it was harder to distinguish between the sounds both of you were making. “I’m gonna need you to be more quiet, okay? I’ll reward you real good for it,”

You nodded and felt his hand cover your mouth with his increasing strokes. He held himself close to the crook of your neck and used your shoulder to bite back sounds of his own. His piercing trailed along and sometimes rested coolly against your skin as his teeth sunk into it.

“Are you getting tired? Turn around for me,” You did as he said and he took each of your legs, one at a time, and wrapped them around his waist.

“Is that alright? You’re gonna feel it in your stomach,”

At first it was a little sloppy, but once you figured out a good position, he was back to doing most of the work. Like he’d predicted, you did feel it in your stomach, feel him, big and full.

You grasped onto him as steadily as you could, while interlocking his lips with yours. Almost as if there was a magnetic pull between them.

“Armin it feels so good I’m close,” you appreciated that he didn’t change his pace, only kept kissing you as deep as he could.

He playfully bit your lip as he ran a hand along the curvature of your back. You only had to move your hips once to get pushed over the edge.

“My turn?” Armin’s glasses had begun to fog up, and the droplets on his forehead matched the flush of his chest. Once you’d finished riding out your high, he picked up the pace and thrusted into you in a manner that could grant you another.

“Want me to fill you up or should I be nice and pull out?”

Before you could respond he pulled out and this time got equal amounts of fluids on himself and you. It was impossible to deny how the tiny show of his abs looked good, flexed and veins flowing.

“I can barely see right now,” he rubbed the cotton fabric of his t-shirt against his glasses, pulling them up towards the dim library light to identify any persisting streaks of dirt particles.

”Nothing new,”

“You won’t see anything but stars once I’m done with you,” He said and readied himself to get down on his knees. “Just a little reward,”

He propped your leg over his shoulder and pushed up your skirt. “Can I?”

You nodded your head reluctantly but guided him with a hand tangled in his hair closer towards your center.

He kissed his way forward, pressing fluttery butterfly kisses against the heat of your skin. Before he could start you took a hold of his jaw, pulling his kiss swollen lip down, and admired the sight below you.

“You’re so handsome and pretty at the same time,”

The blush on his cheeks was made less visible as the library lights started going out, but you didn’t miss the smile forming on his lips as he placed a hand atop of yours. He gave you another peck, then his warm mouth save the metal ball, worked their way with you.

Having been close only a few minutes prior, the curl of one finger was enough to have you about to coat the entirety of Armin’s face. “Armin, I'm close again!”

Maybe he didn’t hear, or he was too deep in it to stop, but the euphoric feeling building up at your core was reaching another high. His own moans sent vibrations through you which only helped.

“Armin I’m—“

He removed his face but kept his fingers in, watching you ride them to come down. Feeling accomplished to say the least. “Was that a good reward?”

”The best.” You struggled out.

“If you really wanna talk about the best, that manga behind you is literal peak!” The last light went out and it dawned on you that you’d overstayed your library welcome. Only a small desk light was lit in one of the privacy rooms in the corner.

“Are we locked in here now?” Waves of pleasure suddenly turned into nerves of anxiety.

”Nah, sometimes I fill-in here as a part time job so my ID can open and close the entire library. Plus, I have an extra key.”

An exhale of pure relief was your body’s first response, your thoughts took a more curious route. “Does that mean that we have the whole place to ourselves?”

”Pretty much. Wanna go for round two?”

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just wanted to pass by and say that ur nerd armin fics are reallyy good!! I enjoyed reading them and I hope u know that nerd armin has been on my mind recently because of u 😖

anon you are literally the sweetest person EVER this is so kind like my heart is actually melting 😭😭😭

so now what if i said i'll dedicate this one to you... (omg guys dedicate your hearts i'm literally erwin) (it chill that you guys chose armin over me i would have done it too)

↳ ❝ 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙢𝙚𝙖𝙣 𝙞𝙩 .✴︎˚｡⋆ ❞

𝜗𝜚 tw.ᐟ.ᐟ contains: cursing, mentions of drinking/drunkedness, mentions of fighting, anxious rants?| friends to lovers, kissing/making out?, armin is a nervous freaking wreck over you, teeny tiny bit of hurt/comfort, confessions!! | fanart by musapylsa on tumblr | not proofread or edited.ᐟ.ᐟ | sticker page (masterlist)

𝜗𝜚 wc.ᐟ.ᐟ contains: 4.9k words

𝜗𝜚 pairing -> nerd! armin arlert x gn! reader ⋆✴︎˚｡⋆

𝜗𝜚 synopsis -> your best friends surprise you with a birthday picnic, where a game of spin the bottle surprises you with something else.

𝜗𝜚 a/n -> consider this an early/belated birthday present!! :) (since this is my first like large writing post, i will be asking for constructive criticism!! i wanna improve my writing skills so if you have anything helpful and can be kind abt it, pls lmk!!) (OR IF YOU FIND LIKE CONTINUITY ERRORS OR LIKE SPELLING MISTAKES I DO NOT PROOFREAD LIKE WHASTOEVER...)

"come on, you have to at least give me a hint!" you tugged on armin's shirt sleeve as he led you down to his car. the suspense had been killing you since armin invited you to hang out a few days ago, keeping all the details a secret. you had no idea what you were doing, where you were going, or who would even be there -- you didn't even know how to dress or what to bring. picturing yourself showing up to a black tie evening event in your casual elicited a laugh, but armin's own choice of attire ruled out that possibility.

armin had been a sweetheart to you since you were kids, always helping you out with homework, or defending you from assholes even when he could hardly put up a fight himself. it was him who introduced you to your best friends, and it was him who would let you cry onto his shoulder when someone would break your heart. it was you listening to him talk about his favourite manga, or the both of you dying of laughter watching an anime together. in every way, it always you and armin, armin and you.

well, maybe not every way.

"it's just like a five minute drive away," armin snickered, opening up the passenger seat door for you. "how's that for a hint?"

you huffed as you slipped into your spot, already connecting your phone to the aux. "ha. ha. you're just so funny, 'min."

being tasked with inconspicuously transporting you to the party was easy, even if you did have a million questions on your coming whereabouts. it was being tasked with inconspicously transporting you that was the hard part for armin.

you'd known each other for years, meeting way back in juniour high, and for majority of those years, armin had been crushing hard.

it started out small, something he'd thought would go away soon and had only started because you'd worn the prettiest outfit to the grade eight gradutation. he'd flush over your hands brushing together, or when you'd make a dumb joke and laugh before you'd even got to the punchline. semi-unfortunately for armin, the crush had only gotten bigger over the years, and it was a miracle that you were just so adorably oblivious.

fully-unfortunately for armin, the rest of the friend group was hellbent on getting him to confess, and armin had a horrific sneaking suspicion this picinic wasn't just aimed at celebrating your birthday.

clairos vocals blasted out of the car speakers as he pulled up to the curb, your hands covering your eyes per his request.

"okay, wait one second, don't move your hands."

"armin, i swear to god if this is your plan to kidnap me..."

he scoffed, sneaking away to eren and mikasa who were final touches on the decorations.

"they're here.”

“we have no idea who you're talking about, 'min." mikasa inflected, teasing as armin flushed pink in the afternoon sun.

"i'm not calling them that."

"not calling who what?"

armin sighed, running a hand over his face. "the love of my life has arrived."

"well, why didn't you just say that!" eren smirked, crossing his arms. "connie and sasha just need to finish setting up the balloons, so you can still have few more minutes with your lover."

yup, horrific sneaking suspicion confirmed, armin supposed

at the very least, their set up was actually half-decent. everything was in your favourite colour, from the birthday banner and the balloons, to even the picnic blanket they spread over the wooden table. with a bit of mikasa’s favourite incense sticks, the whole area was bug free — minus the ants connie kept bringing up (“dude, they literally wouldn’t mind at all, i’ll go ask them—!”, a proposition which mikasa struck down with a single look).

each friend was assigned a snack to bring, family-sized and somewhat presentable, courtesy of armin’s impeccable planning. reiner with the chips, eren with the drink cooler, marco with the fruit tray, etcetera, etcetera. of course, armin assigned himself to pay for the cake and the main course; your favourite fast food. all the treats were accounted for, looking perfectly neat among the plastic tea lights — a touch that annie actually recommended.

icing on the cake — a pun that would be intended if armin were you — it was your favourite time of day in your favourite spot in the city; “almost sunset,” a term you coined yourself, and the park just a walk away from your house (he really wasn’t lying when he gave you that hint).

surprise, surprise — again, pun intended if he were you — armin planned that part, too.

even if the whole party was a complete ruse for romance, having been suggested by mikasa, historia and sasha, armin had to give himself credit; he was a damned good party planner, especially since it was all for you.

well, everything has always been for you, really.

as far as memories went, armin had always been doing things for you. not because he’d thought you’d repay him, or that there was some strange cosmic coincidence that would bring him good fortune if he was kind to you.

he just wanted to do it for you.

sometimes it was pretending to need to buy lunch when you would forget yours, just so you wouldn’t feel like he was spending money on you. maybe it was looking like a fool to reach over and cover the edge of your desk with his hand when you’d duck your head to catch the run-away pencil, so when you’d thoughtlessly rip your head back up, you wouldn’t get hurt. or it was when you could sense when he was anxious, those random thoughts running a mile per second, and could bring him back down to earth with a simple word. it could possibly be him just letting you sniffle into his favourite shirt when someone would hurt your feelings, restraining himself the next day and forcing down the urges to beat their ass, even if he’d lose horribly.

it was eighth grade graduation. you were laughing around with pieck and porco, having the time of your life on the dance floor while he stood flat against the wall, punch in hand. with just the way you’re eyes were glittering in the rave lights, and the way you did the dorkiest dance moves he’d ever seen without a care in the world,

it was like something had clicked, like something had finally made sense at that moment.

he wanted you,

but he wasn’t willing to risk you; he couldn’t.

“psst!” sasha had knocked him out his you-filled daze, snapping a party hat around his head as she nudged him over to his car. “go get ‘em, loverboy! this food isn’t gonna eat itself…”

still half-dreaming-of-you, armin made his way to you, mentally preparing himself for the events that were about to unfold.

after an indulgent, burning, stomach-flipping whisper into your ear, asking if you were ready, you responded with a nod, and armin removed you hands from your eyes, allowing you to fully drink in the scene before you.

your reaction was more adorable than he could have ever imagined.

“happy birthday!” “surprise!”

“connie, you idiot!”

“holy shit, guys— oh my god, it’s the— and my favourite!!” overwhelmed with newfound joy, your eyes glossy in the sunlight, you spun around to your friends, all clad in matching birthday hats. “you guys are literally the best fucking friends ever, oh my god…”

“it’s all thanks to armin!” historia cheered, snapping a matching hat around your head. “he planned everything just for you.”

“‘min, did you really?”

god, you looked so fucking amazing.

“i mean, i-it was mikasa-historia-sasha’s idea…” his sheepish side took control, still tense over you, you, you.

“drop the modesty act,” annie nudged his shoulder, seemingly appearing out of thin air. “arlert organized the whole thing.”

you threw your arms over his shoulders, completely engrossing him in your sweet vanilla scent. autopilot kicked in, and armin reciprocated the embrace, grasp flying around your waist. like clockwork, he dove his head into your neck, fumbling his glasses, relishing in the moment, relishing in your warmth.

“thank you, ‘min,” you mumbled, muffled by your own embrace.

he held tighter in response, not letting his hold slack for even a moment. the subtle tingling in his chest fully bloomed into stomach butterflies, and it was that same state of non-existence and complete existence armin always felt whenever you were this close to him. it wasn’t floating, like romance television had often said it was, but something more, something foreign and strange and unintelligible; intangible. your skin on his, the flesh of your cheek singing his collar, the heartbeat drumming in his ear. the simple feeling of you flush against him, where his quickened pulse was sure to be noticed. it was unimaginable, it was pure, unbelievable bliss,

it was only interrupted by an audible click, and armin locked eyes with the lens of connie’s phone.

ugh, stupid horrific sneaking suspicions.

he begrudgingly released you, eyeing connie, sasha and jean as they all gloatingly pointed at the phone, jean even going as far as miming a make out session — somehow, armin was still hot under the collar without you against him.

even with the festivities and feasting on snacks and desserts, armin couldn’t shake off that feeling, that high.

the two of you had hugged more times than anyone could count, whether it was the quick side hug for pictures, or the unclassified “cuddles” that occurred during binging hang outs. that embrace, that mumble of words he felt hot against his ear, the flush he somehow managed to keep hidden from you; it all lingered. the tingle, the static that hung around the back of his head and the top of his forehead, the one that felt like those sudden drop rides, it stayed.

all throughout the snack banter and singing of happy birthday,

it never left.

it only bloomed more.

seeing your eyes illuminated by the candle flame, peering up at him with an awkward vulnerability, whispering to him through the look.

the fireworks of excitement shooting off as you opened each present, a certain, softer look spreading across your face as you opened armins — a polaroid, and a couple rolls of film, something you mentioned once a while back. even with the embrace you captured him in after that, like an act of resonance, increased the amplitude of his high.

all the hours spent planning, the somehow managing to get connie — in his words — “locked in” for the decorating, the making sure reiner promised not to hit on historia in front of ymir to prevent any fighting during the party; it had all paid off to ride on the high tide.

he repeated himself; he was a damned good party planner.

“games! games! games!”

except he didn’t plan that.

honestly, armin wasn’t even aware there was going to be games, he would have absolutely catered it to your liking if he knew.

connie whipped out an empty smirnoff, placing it on the cleared picnic table.

double honestly, it took him an embarrassingly long time to understand what the baldy was doing, it didn’t even click until he started talking.

“how about some spin the bottle to liven things up, huh?”

triple honestly, armin arlert just about shit his pants.

reiner and ymir hastily exclaimed as mikasa and eren excused themselves from the game, and armin knew they were hiding shit-eating grins.

stupid. fucking. horrific sneaking suspicions.

naturally, the half-drunk connie — that smirnoff was empty for a reason — spun first, rowdily cheering until the mouth of the bottle landed directly on marco. his smile faded, watching marco turn a shade of red no one in the circle had ever seen before, and the baldy immediately called for a re-spin, already reaching for the bottle.

“hey, none of that!” you batted his hand away. “you know the rules. don’t chicken, just give marco a little smooch on the cheek.”

after watching that interesting display, armin was forced to witness it again with sasha and bertholdt, then reiner and jean, and finally, you and historia — to which ymir almost murdered you over, but had let slide once the sweet blonde pecked her cheek, free of charge or spin.

armin couldn’t help but feel a little jealous that you wouldn’t be able to calm his nerves like that.

who was he kidding, he was on enflamed with envy; as an academic at heart, he patted himself on the back for the alliteration.

each spin of bottle, each scratch of glass against the picnic blanket fuelled the fight between anxiety and the lingering high, where armin couldn’t handle you kissing your friends; or the way you’d cup their face in both hands, or how you’d look so giddy when you’d part from their lips, or how he couldn’t handle the fact it wasn’t him, or how he wouldn’t be able to handle it if it was him.

when it had finally come to his turn, the circle still howled with amusement after jean, tight-lipped and regretful he had allowed himself to play, chastely ghosted connie’s cheek, to which they both attempted to scrub any remnants each other off themselves as best they could. for one graceful moment, armin thought his turn would be sidelined, forgotten and shoved under the carpet for no one to see or remember. he could have even played it off as connie’s turn with a simple quip, maybe something funny like, “ooh, connie, you better pucker up again!”, or something of that sort — not that he’d have the social confidence to say that. quips and quick humour had always been your thing, and he’d just be left flustered when you’d say something along the lines of, “oh, you wanna kiss me so bad, it makes you look stupid,” or maybe, “dude, your eyes are the same colour as toilet water, someone get him brown contacts.”

however, fortune favours the brave, and once the laughter died down, you rolled the glass bottle in his direction. “go, ‘min! oh my god, guys, poke-’min go…”

amateur calculations ran through his mind, but whether to distract him from the fact that he was about to kiss one of his friends — or you, for that matter — or to somehow figure out a way to make it land on himself, therefore making him exempt from participating, armin wasn’t sure.

the bottle, holding a distant warmth from your touch, seemed almost impossible to grasp, weighing down into the table as if gravity had increased, as if his own two feet were digging into the earth below him, as if every bead of sweat had accumulated onto his hand as he peered down into the abyss, and it peered back, as if the rain in spain fell mainly in the plain, as if vampires could only enter a household if they were invited, as if—

“‘min,” you broke him out, like you always did, a hidden hand placed softly upon his knee. “you don’t have to play, it’s okay.”

and he almost placed the bottle in your inviting palm, until your lips, so perfect and begging for him to shake off his nerves (“quit being a coward, audentes fortuna iuvat.”), flickered into his vision,

and he spun the bottle.

connie, sasha, reiner. historia, ymir, bertholdt, marco. annie, you, himself.

around and around, spinning eternally as armins sweat dripping palms gripped the hem of his shirt, glasses subtly fogging.

the spinning, the unsureness, the possibilities. it was killing him.

connie? someone get the bucket, he’s vomitting. sasha? absolutely not. marco? he’d never be able to look him in the eye again.

picturing any of them stealing his first kiss — which was a thought he was aware was quite juvenile — was so horrifically disturbing, but the alternative was kissing you, and armin was sure that if it were to come down to it, he’d die on the spot.

that high, that intangible, better-than-floating feeling would erupt, crash, shatter the way an opera singers voice shatters a glass.

connie, sasha, reiner. historia, ymir.

its rotations began to slow, friction finally performing its function.

bertholdt.

heartbeat in his ear, blaring and booming, piercing right down to his eardrums — you had to have felt it, had to have sensed he was losing his mind.

marco.

he pleaded to himself, begged to allow himself to shut his eyes and block out the resulting person, block out all the fear and nerves and heart beating so fast, he would swear he was about to die. but his body rejected his mind, eyeing the bottle as it landed on

you.

someone grab a bucket, he’s vomitting.

reflecting those hazy pinkish hues of the sky, the bottle shone clear as day; it had landed on you.

“nice job, arlert.” annie spoke up from behind him, sparking a jolt in armin as she sipped her coke.

your own eyes, sunlit and wide, fluttered between the bottle, and him, the bottle and him, as if you were in your own pool of disbelief. then, a change, a switch flicked, and you leaned closer to him.

you leaned closer to him, and betraying himself, he nudged back away, ever so slightly. of course, you noticed, and so, with that same quiet and comforting tone you captured before, you spoke, “is this okay?”

head already one step ahead of himself, he nodded, allowing you to scoot closer; thighs touching, your hands meeting his already flushed face. it would have been physically impossible for his trembles, his almost-silenced whimpers to go unnoticed — maybe you noticed, maybe you didn’t care. maybe your finger had delicately pushed his glasses back into place, giving him a full, clear sighted view of you in the moment. maybe instead of both of your prim perfect hands resting against his burning cheeks, one had settled down to his hand that held his shirt hem in a vice grip. maybe you, with a voice that only he could hear, one barely emitting any sound, had whispered, “close your eyes, armin.”

maybe he tried to just kiss your cheek, chickening out.

maybe you were going to kiss his as well.

maybe, by some cosmic coincidence, your lips had crashed onto his.

maybe you held on longer than you had with anyone else.

armin became puddy in your hands, melting into your touch, memorizing each scar, ridge, curve, taste. oh god, he needed more, he needed so much more. he needed that moment forever, on repeat, never-ending. with a mind of its own, maybe one that held armins subconscious, his arm managed to sneak a grasp onto your waist, pulling you closer. that high, that unintelligible feeling of pure bliss in the moment had completely exploded, blowing up into that rush of memories and the flames that flickered at him where the two of you touched.

then he was cold, and you had already reclaimed your original spot, stealing a sip of annie’s coke.

the high, that intangible better-than-floating, had ended.

𝜗𝜚

the leftovers were packed up. birthday banner, balloons and blanket all stowed away in the back of eren’s car. you were getting a ride from sasha.

there was no reason for armin to sit in his car, no reason at all.

he had a project due, physics; something on electromagnetic radiation, or whatever, he couldn’t remember.

grandpa would be getting ready for bed, miso was probably curled up in her cat tower, actual, real food would still be warm in the oven.

there was no reason for him to be there.

the ignition didn’t call to him, he had nowhere to be. the stick-shift didn’t call to him, either, not the way you did—

stop it, armin hushed his mind.

it was a stupid game, anyways.

stupid, stupid sneaking suspicions, from a stupid, stupid idiot who fell for his best friend.

god, he couldn’t believe himself.

he didn’t have to spin, you told him he didn’t have to spin. he didn’t have to air out his embarrassments for the whole world to see, for you to immediately catch on to.

there was no way you didn’t know now.

armin just ruined his entire friendship with you for one single kiss.

you couldn’t even look him in the eye afterwards, nor talk to him, nor even just be alone with him.

it was over. no more late night texting you about random shit, no more drawing in the margins of his homework, no more you.

there was no reason for armin to still be there.

the car door, somehow, called to him, and before he even knew it, armin found himself making his way to the playground of the park.

“swings it is.” he muttered to no one.

he couldn’t have even recognized himself at that point, but whether the foreignness was due to backing away from you, or pulling you closer, armin didn’t know. he didn’t know, he didn’t fucking know.

he had clutched his chest in the moment, staring down into his solo cup as the bass of the music caused ripples in the punch. oxygen had become scarce, oxygen hadn’t existed at all then, and breathing was like he had just run fifty miles. the faces around him had turned to strangers, to amorphous blobs that spoke nothing but intelligible murmurs. in the heart of it all, amongst the glaring lights and vibrating music, was you.

it couldn’t have been true, it just couldn’t. maybe he was lying to himself, tricking himself into thinking his romantic loneliness had caused a stir in his heart, not you or your lovely face. maybe that was the whole reason he had to take a deep breath every time porco’s hand brushed yours.

maybe you were sitting on the swings, quietly humming to yourself.

and he almost turned back around to his inviting car door, until you, glowing in the finally setting sun, saw him, and didn’t look away. brushing a hand through his hair, shakily exhaling to prepare himself for god knows what, he walked over and sat on the swing next to you.

“was it really that bad?”

“w-what?” he tripped over his own response, slightly shocked you spoke up.

“the kiss,” you took out your earbuds, turning to face him fully. “was it really that bad?”

“…no”

“you hesitated.”

he took a breath. “it wasn’t bad.”

you let a beat of silence wash over, and armin could feel himself sinking into the your wordless train of thought. of course it wasn’t bad, it was absolutely everything. it was that high all over again, even if armin couldn’t tell if he was upset over the fact that it wasn’t a romantic driven kiss, or simply blinded by the fact that it was your lips against his.

“did you like it?”

“yes.” the response slipped out far too quick, spilling over the counter as armin silenced himself — or attempted to. “d-did you?”

that slippery, steeling feeling froze armin in place as he searched for the answer in your sunlit eyes. how did those stupid romcoms you forced him to watch make it look so easy? how did every single thing the lovers would say to each other magically make sense, and perfectly fit together? how was it never complicated? how did it brainwash millions of people into believing that romance wasn’t this multifaceted, horribly disgusting and confusing cluster of feelings? if the rain in spain falls mainly on the plain, and his favourite version of the flash is wally west, and he still hasn’t finished his physics project, and, god, you looked so perfect in the sunlight, and a vampire must be invited onto a premises—

“yeah, i… i did.”

you liked it, you liked it.

according to pop culture, armin was supposed to feel choked up, so intensely stressed and sweaty to the point his shirt clung to his back.

but he didn’t, and he wasn’t.

you broke him out of it, like you always did.

“sasha told me something kinda funny,” you started, a sweet little smirk already on your face. “she literally told me that you’d probably show up here,”

freaking sasha and her magic hearing, armin mentally cursed.

“is that why you’re here?”

“yup, because something’s wrong, and i want to help you, because i’m your friend.”

“help me?” the term friend fell sour in armins mouth.

you sighed. “armin arlert. do not bullshit me. i know you and i know when something’s up. is something up?”

“no.”

liar. “liar.”

shamed flooded armins mind — he was a damn liar, and you didn’t deserve lies, not when you were just trying to help him. speaking the truth would be so difficult in his mind, and he knew it would be even more so in reality. he already thought he ruined his entire friendship with you through that one kiss, and even if he didn’t, he wasn’t willing to risk it anymore.

but you liked it, and there wasn’t any hiding from that.

“sorry,” heavy lids slumped over his cerulean eyes, darkened by the haloing sunset. “it’s… h-hard to talk about.”

“swear on my life, if you could talk about anything to anyone, it would be me.” your spoke, an attempt to lighten his mood. “you could literally say, ‘i have to shit right now,’ and—“

“i can’t stop thinking about it.” he spilled, dribbles falling over the counter, accompanying the blossom of shattered glass.

“about…?”

“the kiss. o-our kiss.”

“oh,”

you didn’t deserve lies, you didn’t deserve lies. he wanted to give you so much more than deception by omission, deception by concealment, deception by understatement—

“i-i can’t, either.”

you hesitated. you never hesitated.

maybe the wave of shame was meant for two.

“i was aiming for your cheek, i knew you wouldn’t want to, like, actually kiss-kiss me.”

loud incorrect buzzer, silly.

“i was aiming for your cheek, too.”

you completely scoffed, arms crossing over one another. “sure, pal. you wanna kiss me so bad, it makes you look stupid.” “it makes me look stupid.”

even if the setting sun was casting ray over your features, armin was sure that the red that flooded your cheeks like watercolour was real — real and because of him.

maybe the wave of shame was meant for two, and maybe the blissful high, that roller coaster of contrasting moments and reactions, the spur of randomness; maybe all of that was meant for two, too.

there was a sharp inhale, then, “kissmeagain.”

what. “w-uh-what?”

“i-i said ‘kiss me again.’” you blinked, knowing you had just spilled your own mind yourself. “but it’s fine if you don’t, like, i don’t care—“

“okay.”

armin’s heart had dropped to his throat — even if that wasn’t even figuratively physically possible — and twisting the swing to face you as you matched him, he slowly reached to cup your face. that look you stared at him with, full of nerves and so eager, so impatiently patient, swelled in his chest. after a shakily brave inhale, noses barely bumping, he spoke, low and alluring, “close your eyes.”

he was soft, barely grazing your lips, hiding that greediness, that selfishness. against his restrained kiss, you grasped onto his lone hand, whispering,

“like you mean it.”

mind spurred with the sound of your voice, sweet and honey-laced, armin sunk into your lips per your request. unintelligible, intangible, better-than-floating.

as soon as you parted, and much like just a mere hour ago, armin wanted it again. he wanted to never be without it, never live without it. the new craving, new necessity for living, pleaded for another. that sweetness, that plushness, so wonderful than missing, he had to have it again, and so did you, already pulling him in again, then again, and again after that.

he reacquainted himself with his memorizations, and despite them, armin found himself uncoordinated, messy, drunk on your taste. the shock of his situation, of you liking it had never truly left, only tucked away as he enlisted his entire focus on you, you, you. whatever had possessed him couldn't have been sudden confidence, but just that complete and unwavering need for your touch, your kiss...

teeth bumped, fingers raked through hair, hands tugging and pawing for more and more. the palm against your cheek had quickly slid over to hold your jaw — a subconscious effort to bring you closer — and its counterpart had fit against your waist, armins pull taut against you.

“m-mnh,” you murmured into the kiss, swollen and breathless. “‘mi-nh.”

“mm?”

“i take it that you like me back?” you giddily whispered as his sloppy kisses peppered your flushed cheeks and jaw.

“like y-you back?” he blinked in disbelief, pausing his affections. “no, you like me back…”

“or i like you a lot, and you like me back, and then you kiss me like you mean it again…”

everything had always been for you, all those years of silent jealousy, stomaching through your relationships, pining without ever truly being able to pine had all been for you. it was all for you, and moments like the present, where you wanted him just as much -- you would argue "far more" -- and where your want was just as real as his.

with that silly, butterflies-in-stomach, tingly feeling, his lips met yours again, and you mentally noted to thank armin for the second birthday gift.

𝜗𝜚 divider creds -> cursedcarmine: green ribbons

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e3rie-m1mi · 24 days ago

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Vampire!Armin x Witch!Reader (Medieval au) pt.2

Armin was awfully calm...for a vampire surrounded by blood.

He walked through the woods as if he knew the trees by heart, periodically looking back at you and giving a small smile.

Eventually, you make it to a small clearing, and in the middle is a small cabin surrounded by wildflowers illuminated by the moon. The sheer beauty of the flowers giving you a sense of comfort and welcome.

Within that comfort and welcome was a sense of familiarity, as if you've been here before. As if the flowers were welcoming you back after a long journey and the moon was letting you see an old home.

You've been here before, not in real life, but in your dreams.

Armin looks back at you and places his hand on your lower back, leading you to the front door. The long grass reaches your mid claves and tickles your bare feet, the flowers fill the air with a sweet aroma, and you immediately feel connected to the earth beneath you.

"Please don't mind the mess, I wasn't expecting company." He nervously laughs.

It was nice seeing him laugh. He has a nice laugh.

"It's alright, you're hiding me from The Church, I could not ask for more." You look up at him and return his smile.

You reach the front door, and without even touching it, its hinges groan and whine as it opens.

Your shocked face must have been enough for Armin to notice as he quickly explains, "Its magic, you're not the only witch I've come across."

"Oh." For some reason, that made you feel some sort of way. Were you the first witch he's offered refuge to? Or is this a regular occurrence? "Here I was, thinking I was special." You walk past Armin and enter his home.

"Trust me, you are." You hear him mumble behind you, following you inside. "The first witch I helped enchanted this cabin, so that no human may find it. The second enchanted the inside, she made my home come alive." He entered and extended his arm. "Enter, please"

"What do you mean, alive?" You question, entering the cabin; you've never tried brining inanimate objects to life.

"I mean-"

He was cut off when the cabins empty fireplace roared to life, a great fire appearing out of thin air. Two chairs moved from one side of the cabins living room to the other side, closer to the fire. An empty table now holding two mugs with herbs inside. A pot of steaming water appearing next to the mugs not even a second later.

"That." He deadpans. Moving to pour the water inside the mugs. "Tea?"

"Please." You take the mug from his hand your fingers grazing his.

And you are transported.

The lake in front of you is as blue as the sky above you, yet the air around you is heavy with grief.

You take a step and look around, seeing nothing but trees. You take step after step eventually seeing a hunched over figure.

A girl with long hair is crying and screaming as she casts spell after spell pushing them into the chest of...Armin?

She keeps casting forbidden spells, the spells that steal souls from the land of the dead and bring them back to the living, but Armin never lived? Vampires are already dead.

The sheer force of her spells are pushing Armins body deeper into the ground as flowers are forced to grow around him. Not just any flowers though, wildflowers.

Shes sobbing as she yells each incantation; hoping, praying that they work, but only more flowers grow.

The girl looks back and,

its you.

You drop the mug as you snap back to reality.

Your heart is pounding and your confused.

How was that you? It can't be...could it?

"Are you ok?" Armin is quickly at your side. Looking over for any more physical injurys.

"I'm ok, I'm fine" You brush off, but are still feeling uneasy from your vision.

It's not the first time you've had them, but it is the first time you've seen yourself in them.

You've had visions limited times throughout your life, thrice to be exact. The first time being seeing your mother die at the age of 7. She passed a fortnight after your vision. The second was seeing your father pass, and the third was seeing your coven die at the hands of the church. A fortnight after, they burned. You managed to escape three days before and find refuge in a small town where you were able to fake being normal. Until that man reported you.

You've never seen yourself in a vision, much less someone you never knew before hours prior.

Armin hands you another mug filled with tea.

"Here, drink up it will make your headache go away." He nods.

You sniff the tea, not recognizing the smell and take slow cautious sips.

The warm liquid travels down your throat as it immediately soothes your itchy throat and you feel your headache slowly clear up.

"This tea is delicious and works fast, what is it?" You ask Armin, he's now sitting at one of the chairs and motions you to follow.

You sit down as he answers.

"It's a mixture of special herbs that only grow in these woods; it's an enchanted area where a coven once resided in, they left decades ago."

"Where did they go?" You cant help but question.

He just raises and drops his shoulders as he sips from a new mug that appeared on the table. "They were being hunted by the church, I distracted them while the coven got away." He gets up and enters the small kitchen next to the living room. A furnace and a chest, that all that's inside the 'kitchen'.

"Would you like anything to eat?" He questions and opens the chest.

"Do you have chicken?" It had been days since you last ate, and the spells you casted prior have made you ravenous for food.

"Of course," He reaches inside the chest and pulls out a cooked chicken. "Eat as much as you like." He smiles and places the chicken on a plate and hands it to you.

You scarf down the chicken like a starved man as he silently watches.

"I'll draw you a warm bath, you may go when you are finished." He walks away into what you assume is a bathroom.

You don't pay mind though as you eat your food and drink your tea.

As soon as you're done, you thank Armin who has been silently watching and practically skip to the bathroom excited to clean yourself.

Your muscles ache as you sit inside the hot water and scrub your body clean.

No matter how much you scrub though, you can't get rid of the marks each spell leaves on your body.

Whether it be a small scar on your finger, or large red veins along your shoulder, each and every spell you've ever casted, spoke or even whispered has left their mark on you.

You turn as you a knock on the door, covering your body as Armin enters with a towel, covering his eyes.

"I don't want to intrude, but here" He places clean clothes and a towel on a table by the tub. "I promise I can't see anything"

With a small laugh you thank him. "Thank you, Armin. I really appreciate you being this kind"

"Anything for you, my love." He says it so naturally, 'my love'. As if he's been you calling that since the beggining of time.

He doesn't even notice his slip up as he closes the door to the bathroom.

You finish your bath with a smile.

*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*

Thank you to everyone who read my last post and enjoyed it!!

Heres pt2 for the one person who asked lmao

I hope you enjoy this one as much as the last, this isnt the last part I have planned for vamp armin lol

#attack on titan #armin arlert #aot fanfiction #vampire #vampire armin #witch reader #witch #witchcraft #nerdmin x reader #armin aot #armin x reader

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snooppiie · 2 months ago

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GAME NIGHT 𖹭 nerd! armin arlert

୨ৎ synopsis — you and armin have little game night.

cw ⸺ a bit suggestive but overall, none. ⋆ wc : : 1.8k

"Babe, I think my controller is malfunctioning.."

"Huh— pfft! No, hon, you're looking at the wrong screen! Mine's at the top, yours is at the bottom."

Your eyes trailed to the bottom screen, your minecraft character on his screen moved to look up when you moved the right joystick up. You felt embarrassment arise in your chest. He could see a faint redness blossom on your cheeks, "I—I knew that.. yeah, totally."

Armin smirks, "Sure, totally."

It was game night, something you and your boyfriend had been planning for several weeks but never had the chance to do so. With midterms coming up, you had to be utmost prepared.

You both were stressed and barely had time for each other but you made it work in the end. On days where you felt like the world was crushing you, you called armin. Same goes for armin, when he called you, you were at his dorm room in under a second holding nothing but snacks, a hoodie of yours, and some plushies.

But now that midterms are over, you two finally had time to set the plan in action. You were at armin's dorm, since he already had the full set up, and grabbed the necessary essentials.

A tray, one that's your favorite color and filled to the brim with both of your favorite snacks and drinks, a large thick blanket, pillows, and of course, the game controllers.

Armin bought you both some custom made controllers. They matched with each other, his was kuromi themed with a perfect amount of pins and stickers of kuromi and other themed related stickers on it. The joystick had paws on it, black and pink; yours had the same custom joysticks but two different colors which was white and pink.

Yours was my melody themed and you also had a great amount of stickers and pins for her. Both of your controllers had a keychain on the back of it and when you put the hearts together, they stick to one another like a magnet.

You let armin go into depth about how it was made that day.

Back to you two, you nudged armin with your elbow while he let out a little mischievous snicker. His character started to move around the screen, heading north. You, not having any experience with minecraft, followed him.

You two just started over because you both died due to a creeper, so you had little to nothing in your inventories. You watched as armin ran up to a tree and started to hit it, making one block break after a few seconds. He continued until the whole tree had no wood. "What are you going to do with that wood?"

Armin jolted up, as if he was snapped out of a trance, and looked at you with a smile, "oh! I'm going to use it to craft a crafting table," He points at the upper part of the dual screen.

"You see that? That's called a craft screen, it's a smaller version of the crafting table but in your inventory. I can use that to craft some little stuff like sticks, torches, and a crafting table. Now this,"

You watched his character placed down a brown block that had six lines that made up a square on the top, "This is where it gets fun— I can craft all sorts of things! Such as: a pickaxe, sword, shovel, shears, bucket, flint and steel, and all sorts of stuff we'll need in the future.."

"Ah.." You nodded along. Honestly, you weren't really paying attention. Instead, you were looking at him. Armin had this type of glow in his eyes whenever he gets the chance to talk about the stuff he's interested in. You hated when the gleam instantly fades whenever eren cuts him off, always saying; "we have important things to talk about."

That's why you always let him ramble to you just about anything. It ranged from his favorite seasons of an anime he memorized, to his favorite parts of a book he picked from a library this week.

Plus, it also gives you an advantage.

Armin continues to explain to you about the crafting table, giving you advice on the do's and don'ts.

But, you couldn't pay attention. Your eyes automatically drifted over him.

to the way his adams apple bobs whenever he swallows when his mouth starts to feel dry, whenever he reaches up to tighten his ponytail and the way his golden wheat hair shined when the light hits his hair in a perfect angle, whenever he pushes his glasses up when it started to slip..

Everything he does was mesmerizing to you.

Armin paused in his explaining and turned to you when you didn't answer his question. The look on your face instantly made his heart flutter. Your (e/c) colored eyes were staring at him with so much adoration, your lips were tutted up in a soft smile, towards him. He felt special, elated even. You stared at him as if he hung the stars for you, just that thought alone made his whole face light up in soft red.

You two stared at each other, smiles etched onto your faces. Your pinkie grazed over his, a silent question. Armin's smile widens and he intertwines your hands together. You felt yourself lean towards him, your heart was hammering in your chest.

Licking your lips, you muttered, "c—..can I kiss you?" Your voice came out breathy and soft, your breathing shorten as you awaited his answer.

Nodding, he placed a hand onto your cheek and connected your lips. He kisses you slowly, attentively, as if memorizing the shape of you. His lips were slightly chapped, but remained soft as well.

You could taste the blueberry flavored lip balm he occasionally wears. You felt his tongue graze your bottom lip— tentative, questioning. You answered by parting your lips, inviting him in.

He lets out a little whine when he was granted permission, and you completely melt. Your tongues met in a slow, deliberate rhythm. He tasted like marshmallows, probably from the little snack he had earlier. You two completely melted into the kiss, forgetting all about the game.

His hands roam your body softly, you shiver. He was always being gentle with you, treating you as if you were a prized possession that he couldn't afford to break and that thought made your heart pound even more faster.

You two part away from each other after a few minutes, a string of saliva forming in the middle of your mouths. You panted out quick breaths, your heart felt like it was going to burst at any minute. You two stared at each other.

Swallowing, armin pulled you back into the kiss. You can feel him smiling into it, which made the corner of your lips etch upwards.

You two spent the night away, kissing and giggling like two little kids in a candy store, completely forgetting about the game.

୨ৎ 💭 snoopie thoughts :: this was so fun to write! Randomly had a thought about a nerd! armin x reader game night thingy and wrote this! I hope you enjoyed it!!

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wxxpingangxls · 2 months ago

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mr munch!

he slammed the door, huffing. "what the fuck is your problem?" you asked, watching as he throws his gym bag on the floor.

"no one believes i have game!" he whined. armin scrunched his face as soon as he heard you snort, not taking your eyes off the tv, once. "something funny?" he asked, clearly unhappy with your response. he pathetically plumped himself on the sofa next to you.

armin was a nerd. your typical tv nerd. one who knew wayyy too much about things that were less than ideal, academically gifted and zero game when it came to getting women. i mean it wasn't his fault that he was sooo eager to please his teachers. sure, he was cute with his glasses that seemed more like a magnifying glass glued to his face, and not to mention that fuck ass bob of his. but you know what, he wore it well. and you had to give him that much.

"ok so, how do you pick up a pretty girl then?" you asked, now directly facing him. he fiddled with his bony fingers before swallowing harshly. "well?"

"well i'm charming?"

"according to who?" you bellowed out in laughter as he pouted. "you're a nerd, and there's nothing wrong with that," your hand rubbed on his knee as you gave him a pitiful smile.

"are you...giving me pity right now?"

"no? i'm comforting a friend," you said curtly.

"can i ask you something?"

you smiled expectantly, knowing that he was probably going to splutter out some fuckary. however, nothing could ever prepare you for what came out of his big mouth.

"what's a munch?"

your eyes widened in shock.

"is it a bad thing? everyone was asking if i was a munch, so i just said yes,"

"why the fuck would you say yes to something you don't know the meaning of?"

"well to be honest, it seemed like a good thing..." he put his head down as his face grew hot.

you weren't any better because now your palms were sweaty. "armin, aren't you like, a know-it-all?"

"oh please, i'm not that smart..."

"clearly," you couldn't help but pity the poor baby. and he didn't like that. he didn't like it when others looked down on him especially with pity.

"so, are you gonna tell me?"

"a munch is a man who loves to eat pussy, okay?"

"but i've never...done that before,"

"i can tell," you huffed out while he visibly blushed. "well now the whole school knows that you loves to eat pussy," you giggled loudly. you half expected armin to whine like he always does, but he stays silent. "oh come on, i'm just kidding, laugh a little,"

"so, being a munch sounds fun, i wanna try it out," he turns to face you.

"sorry? armin, are you fucking okay? you don't even know how to eat it,"

"how am i supposed to learn?"

and that's how you ended up with your legs held all the way up to your ears, with armin and his bob between your legs. his tongue piercing swirled on your clit. "you're...you're a fucking liar!" you squealed, as his mouth suckled on your clit. he moaned, completely ignoring you. unbeknownst to you, he was smirking as your syrupy slick dribbled down your ass crack. but that didn't stop him.

his tongue trailed all the way down to the winking hole, as his thumb rubbed your bud with ease. you were unbelievably wet as he tongue moved up towards your hole, squeezing it into your tight pussy. you pulled on his hair, bringing him impossibly closer to it, smothering him completely. each time, his tongue subtly stretching you out. he grunted and groaned, sending vibrations straight to your heart. that lying bastard. he's not fucking new to this shit.

you mewled, watching him remove himself from your cunt for a hot minute. "what's wrong? i'm just showing you what a munch is," he slyly grinned, his chin covered in nothing but slick and saliva. fuck, was he nasty, fingers never leaving your clit. your toes started throwing gang signs as tears formed in your eyes. before you could tell him to move his ass and finish his meal, he's already attaching his mouth in a suction motion onto your clit. you played with your nipple as your hips literally bucked up into his face, greedily trying hard to get more. more of that attention he was giving to the entirety of your sweet pussy.

honestly, you were mad you hadn't just sat on his face to shut him up sometimes. and trust me, you'd thought about it. the ball of his tongue piercing rolled continuously on your clit with speed, as you damn near closed your legs in overwhelming pleasure. this nerd was flicking your clit raw, but you loved every moment of it. "just like that," you whined, yanking his hair a little too harsh. if you had pulled it the right way, he might've just cum in his pants for the second time that night.

"mfphm, fuck armin!" you squealed a little too loud, that wretched piece of metal and his tongue making you cry tears of and pleasure. it seemed almost sadistic with the way he kept repeating the same motion that made your legs shake and quiver. "okay, armin, m'cummin!" and all those words did, was spur him on. watching as he attempted to push his face into your sticky cunt, your leg locked up, with your back arching steeply.

you came hard, but that didn't stop armin from flicking his tongue on your clit, over and over again. and the worst part? you couldn't get him to move away. "okay, i get it!" you moaned out, damn near screaming. he was lucky that your legs felt weak, or else he would've been crushed by your thighs, not that he would mind. "armin, i'm done!" you sobbed out, and the obscene sounds of him slurping and sucking on your pussy never stopped. your hand moved to place itself on his head and attempt to push him away.

a feeling arose in your tummy, something unfamiliar, and at the point you were crying hot tears. you even couldn't let out one coherent sentence before you came again. even harder than the first. you genuinely felt ethereal, ringing in your ears and seeing nothing but white. your heartbeat was in your ears as he finally removed himself after riding your orgasm out.

two slim fingers slowly slipped into your cunt. "you bastard,"

"hey, that's not anyway to talk to the guy that just gave you the orgasm of your life," he pouted, fingers curving upwards towards your g-spot as you moaned out loud. he swiftly pulled them out before slapping your cunt.

you sat up immediately, and gave him one harsh slap across his face. "you said you've never eaten pussy, what the hell was that?" you huffed out.

"thanks!"

"it wasn't a compliment,"

that sneaky bastard. of he knows how to eat it. but now you had to find out if he could lay it down. well, you actually didn't have to worry about that, cuz baby, despite cumming in his pants twice, he still had more in him.

that fucking nerd.

#nerd alert #armin smut #armin arlert smut #armin x black reader #aot smut #aot x reader #aot x black reader #aot fanfiction #attack on titan #shingeki no kyojin #armin arlert #armin aot #aot onyankopon #nerd armin #nerdmin

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giogiobb · 2 months ago

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Tease pt.1

Nerd!Armin x Reader

tags: teasing, drinking, tongue piercing (obviously), semi-public sex, oral fixation, cunnilingus, edging, breath play, overstimulation, gagging, mirror play, biting, mild pain play, smut

inspired by fanart from: @musapylsa

→ pt.2

You were called by your lecturer to wait along with Armin. “Yes, professor?” you said while impatiently waiting to leave class. “Your last assignment was lacking. So, I’m assigning Armin here to tutor you for a few weeks” he said while looking through some papers. You looked over at Armin who was looking at the lecturer absent-mindedly. “Is that okay with you Armin?” the lecturer asked looking up from the papers. “Yes, all good with me.” he piqued while nodding. You didn't have it in you to ask whether that was really necessary. “Alright, thank you professor. Have a good day” you said wanting to hurriedly leave. You walked out of the class not waiting to hear a response because you didn't have any interest in doing the tutoring lessons.

However, Armin on the other hand took any tutoring requests seriously. “Hey, wait up.” he lightly jogged towards you to catch up with you. “Listen Armin, I know you’re a teacher's pet or whatever but I don’t need tutoring lessons so I have to go now.” You said annoyedly. “Yeah well it’s not convenient for me either but I have to do it or else he will question my capability if he sees that your grades are still bad.” He said bluntly. You stared at him blankly, mouth ajar in shock because you didn’t expect him to be so straightforward. You always considered him to be a pushover because of how he looked. “Okay fine, let’s go to the library now if so. I have somewhere to be tonight.” He nodded and began following you to the library.

You sat across him at the table, legs crossed and bouncing under the table. You were bored out of your mind and your phone wouldn’t stop buzzing but he already gave you an annoyed look because of it so you took it off the table and kept it in your bag. Instead of looking at the words written on his book, you kept glancing towards his hand moving on it. He has really beautiful hands, you wondered and your mind wandered to what he can do with it. He then slammed his hand on the book to get your attention which pulled you out of your trance making you look up at him. “Are you even paying attention?” He said with a hint of sternness which you wouldn’t have caught if he didn’t have your full attention. “Um, yeah of course. Why would you think I’m not paying attention?” You said while giving a half hearted chuckle. He just gave you a light glare and continued on with the tutoring. You sat there intrigued by this side of him which you didn’t know existed. Heck, you even felt a bit attracted and wanted to know him more because of it. While teaching, he stretched his leg towards you brushing past your ankle. He looked up from the book to see you squirm a bit with a soft blush spread across your cheeks. He knew you were staring at his hands and he wanted to mess with you a bit more but thought it would be too mean to do so on the first day itself

After an hour, Armin decided to wrap up because he didn’t want to overwhelm you with the content by teaching everything on the same day. “I’ll be leaving now. See you tomorrow. Same time, same place.” He said while packing up. You didn’t even realize an hour went by. “Oh, uh sure yeah. See you tomorrow.” When he walked away you kept staring at his back. Though he wasn’t the tallest, you also didn’t realize that he had kind of a lean build under the baggy t-shirts that he wear.

Next day you meet him at the same time, same place wearing quite a raunchy outfit you’d say. After all, you were going clubbing after this with some of your girlfriends. He glanced you up and down before pulling out and patting on the chair next to him today. You walked over and sat on it feeling a bit proud that you made a nerd like him check you out since you have never seen him talk to any girls before. You pulled the chair closer towards him and the table to settle in. “Shall we begin?” You asked him innocently with a smile on your lips. He cleared his throat and pushed his glasses further on his nose bridge and nodded.

Almost half an hour into the tutoring, you started to feel bored from just looking at how his hands moved on the book with the pencil and how his adam's apple moved up and down as he kept teaching you the content. On the other hand, Armin also kept stealing glances at your chest that were slightly spilling out from your V neck top. He snapped out from both tutoring and taking looks when he felt your warm thigh press against his from the side. You moved closer towards him, both your arms slightly brushing against each other. Armin didn’t like this teasing as much as you thought he would. Solely for the reason that it wouldn’t be right to lean over to kiss and ruin you for trying to push him over the edge. He gripped the pencil even more, knuckles turning white. He continued teaching while she stared at the book. He moved towards your neck, ever so slightly just to make you feel his hot breath on your neck as he spoke. You felt yourself squirming and becoming breathless with unholy ideas running through your mind. You couldn’t take it anymore and moved your chair a bit away from him. You couldn’t risk ruining your black lace panties before the night even began.

Time passed slower than yesterday and he wrapped up. “Any plans for tonight?” You asked him curiously. “No, you?” He answered a bit surprised that you wondered about his personal life. “Yeah, I’m going to a club with some friends” You answered as you watched him pack up. “Enjoy if so. I’ll text you next week about tutoring. Goodnight.” He answered and walked away not waiting for your reply since you both exchanged numbers yesterday at the beginning of the tutoring session. You watched him walk away but was snapped out of it when you felt your phone buzz. When you moved towards the table to look at your phone screen, Armin stopped walking and turned his head a bit to take one more glance at your bare legs as you wore a mini jean skirt only. He left with a head full of dirty thoughts.

As he walked towards his dorm room, Eren stopped him just to drag him to a club. Armin has said no enough times but lost a bet the last time they hung out so he had no choice but to go with Eren after dropping his bag off in his room.

You entered the club lit in a purple hue of lights with white lights brightly flashing in different spots. You head to the bar and wait while your most confident friend chatted up some guy named Jean and got him to buy you all some drinks. While you were enjoying the drinks and dancing around, at the corner of your eye you spotted a certain blonde in the same green shirt you saw him in earlier. You thought to yourself that you might or might not be mistaken so you decide to follow the blonde you saw. He stood near a round high table with a goth girl and a frat boy clinking drinks. You watched as he downed the shot with ease and felt the burn of it in his throat reflecting on his face. He then turned around and you were right, it was Armin.

You felt quite shocked and a bit betrayed if you were being honest. Because the good boy image of him that you had in your head wasn’t somewhat true, but it also made you want to approach him. Yet for some reason, now that you find him attractive you felt awfully nervous. You turned around towards where your friends were and began walking away, until you felt a hand grab your wrist. You quickly turned around just to see Armin holding your wrist with his cheeks flushed pink.

He led you to the side a bit away from the crowd and leaned towards your ear to say “Can I kiss you?”. He caught you off guard and before you could register what he said, you felt your head nod. He leaned towards your face and began slowly pecking while holding your waist. Your hands roamed on his body and gripped his shirt to pull him closer. He felt the urge to deepen the kiss so he grabbed you by the back of your throat and tilted his head to the side so that his glasses won’t dig into your cheeks too much. You took a deep breath and began kissing him back deeply while your hand planted onto his hair pushing him closer. You felt his tongue swipe on your lips indicating you to open your mouth, and when you did his tongue began roaming your mouth like it was inspecting the inside.

Suddenly, you felt a warm metal in your mouth and you pulled away wondering what it was. Armin felt your body stiffen up as you pulled away and he knew exactly what it was. He knew that you felt his tongue piercing which was a surprise to you. Before he went in for another, he took one of your hands 2 fingers to make you swipe on his tongue to make you feel his piercing after he stuck his tongue out to show it. Your eyes widened because you didn't expect him to have such a provocative piercing. You moved your hand to the side of his face to grab it towards you to go for another kiss. This time you felt confident and he felt impatient to feel your lips again.

Both of you kissed for what felt like hours before you started dragging him to an out of order washroom. It hasn’t been in use for months because of a shattered mirror so it was convenient.

You entered with him and locked the door before heading towards the countertops. You started leaving kisses and hickeys on his neck while your hand roamed on his body under the shirt inching towards his growing bulge. He let out soft whimpers and moans while breathing heavily and gripping the edge of the countertops. You palmed his bulge over his jeans just to tease him, making him buck his hips up towards your palm. You let out a quiet giggle seeing his reaction and he knew you’d be just teasing him for way too long if he let you.

So he moved his hand towards the hem of your skirt and lifted it up revealing your lacy panties. The thought of you wearing it earlier to the tutoring lesson when you both teased each other made him feral. He moved his fingers to your heat over the panties making you bite your lips and breathe towards his neck. He felt himself lean towards your hot breath as he rubbed slow circles on your clit. You wanted to release so bad at this point you couldn’t be bothered to palm his bulge. Instead your hand reached towards his wrist to keep it still as you humped his hand.

To your dismay, he moved his hand away and made you lean on the countertop instead. He reached to your top to pull it down to your waist leaving your matching bra on. He grabbed one of your boobs while he left kisses and nibbles on the other leaving your nipple alone just to edge you. He moved one of his legs in between yours making you straddle it leaving you on your tip toes. Your heat was now on his thigh making you move your hips involuntarily. He kept pushing his leg towards you just to apply pressure. You felt your eyes roll back as you rode his thigh trying to catch your release, but as soon as you got close he moved his leg away making you whine.

He unclipped your bra from the back and circled your nipple with his tongue. The feel of his tongue piercing cold on your nipples made it even harder than before. After doing so for a bit, he began squatting down, leaving soft nibbles and feeling all your curves with the same hands that you were dreaming about since yesterday. His face finally reached your heat and he looked up at you while hiking your skirt up. He then gripped your panties from the sides to pull them down and off your legs just to stuff it in his pocket. You felt a bit shy now that you were bare and more naked than him. However, all that embarrassed thoughts went out the window when he began licking your clit with his tongue and caressing your folds with his fingers. You let out a moan feeling the touch you have been edged for too long. “So wet. Just for me.” He slightly smirked against your folds as he whispered just enough for you to hear. You felt your cheeks heat up more than you thought were possible when you heard. Not a minute later, he began eating you out as if it’s the first meal he’s having today. Your hand gripped his hair pulling his face towards your heat just to ride it. The way his cold tongue piercing kept hitting different areas of your heat made you lose your mind. Not too long after that, you felt yourself reach your first climax which washed over you making you feel so much pent up relief, but as you were catching your breath, Armin had other thoughts than to let you rest.

He felt your folds even wetter than before and plunged a finger deep in you making you pull his hair a bit harder than you wanted to. The thing about him though is that he loves and can handle pain very well. One reason why he has the piercing that he has. He added 1 more finger and began fucking you at a fast pace making you overstimulated. He stood up while still having his fingers in you and began kissing you while resting his other hand on your throat with a light pressure at the right spots. You felt yourself having a hard time to breathe because of it along with the pleasure he was giving you. He moved his lips away from yours and began leaving hickeys on very visible areas but you were seeing stars at this point so you could care less. You felt another climax approach soon and he knew as he felt you clench around his fingers. He helped you ride out your high while fucking you with his fingers leaving your heat pulsating.

He looked deep in your eyes as flashed his tongue just to lick his fingers that were dripping in your wetness. He licked them suggestively enough to make sure your breath hitched as you watched. You instinctively stuck your tongue out wanting him to do the same and worse to you. He took this as a sign to do the same and gripped the back of your throat before putting the same fingers deep in your mouth reaching your throat. It made you gag and have teary eyes but it burned so good as he moved. You swirled your tongue around his fingers tasting you and himself. It felt dirty but in the best way possible. He took his fingers out with a pop before unbuckling his pants to give himself a few pumps.

He held your arm and turned you around to make you face the mirror that was behind you the whole time. You faced the mirror and watched him from the mirror as he began lining his cock towards your entrance. He gave a few teasing nudges with his tip right before he sank fully into you. To your surprise, for a nerdy guy, he sure was packing. You felt yourself stretch around him which hurt so much.

After all, you have never had sex before despite how you presented yourself. You felt your eyes tear up and he noticed it in the mirror. He began hushing you as he slowly moved hoping it would soothe the pain. After taking a hot minute to adjust yourself to his length, you lifted your head up with hands on the countertop holding onto dear life to make eye contact with him from the mirror. His glasses were starting to now fog up ever so slightly making him look even more mysterious than usual. He held your hips and began fucking you fastening the pace. Your head dropped once again, but this time, he held your jaw and forced you to look towards the mirror so you could make eye contact with him. “Watch while I fuck you.” He lowly said into your ear and moved away after licking a stripe on your ear making you shiver. He began fucking you faster while gripping your hips enough to bruise them. Every now and then he would also give your round butt a squeeze making you moan and squirm.

As he kept fucking you, you became louder which could be risky because anybody could hear. He reached into his pocket and fished out your panties that he put in earlier. He grabbed it out and stuffed them into your mouth catching you off guard. He then grabbed both your wrists with one hand and your hair with the other. He pinned your wrists to your back while he pulled you by your hair towards his chest. He then moved it to your jaw holding your face in place while he fucked you deep with hard thrusts making his tip kiss the cervix in a way you didn’t think was possible. Your mouth was salivating so much to the point that there was spit leaking from the sides because of the way your panties were gagging you. He whispered sweet nothings into your ear making you all hot and bothered even more because of his breath as he fucked you.

He pulled out and reached for the panties in your mouth taking it out. It made you cough a bit before you began catching all the breath you lost. He then flipped you towards him and made you sit on the countertop between the two mirrors. When your butt touched the cold marble countertop, you felt so sensitive. You reached towards his shirt and tugged it upwards making him remove it. You admired his flushed body that was glistening in a thin layer of sweat. He threw the shirt next to you and went in for a kiss as he entered in you again.

This time he focused on getting himself off. So he gripped your waist and began grinding into you desperately. His pubic bone kept pleasuring your clit because of the position making you leave scratches on his back shoulders. This had him moaning and whimpering while yearning for release. He kept fucking you for a good while before he finally felt himself spasm indicating climax. You felt his thrusts become sloppier and held him closer wanting him to finish in you, and he gladly did groaning into your ear. While he kept cumming in you, he rubbed circles on your clit pushing you over the edge and making you cum for the third time that night. He had you biting his shoulder blade to mask the loud moan as he hugged you while you rode out your release while shaking.

You stopped biting and looked at him trying to find his eyes, but because of his fogged up glasses you couldn’t. So you reached towards it and pushed it up to his hair before locking eyes giving one final deep kiss for the night. Afterwards only you realised what you both had done and it left you dreading for the next tutoring lesson. While Armin on the other hand knew exactly what you both had done and couldn’t wait for the next tutoring lesson.

hope you guys enjoyed this.♡ྀི

word count: roughly 3400 words

a/n: lmk if you guys want a 2nd part cause i might have an idea on how to write one more part. :3

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