#Armin aot

[lucidrmss]

extra credit. I 3.3k armin arlert x reader

cw: 18+ explicit content minors dni, nerdmin x baddie reader, reader insert but no use of y/n, unprotected sex, female pronouns/afab reader, vaginal sex, oral sex, nipple piercing, possessive armin, bit of dirty talk. not all that in the first part tho

summary: No one saw it coming. Not your roommate. Not your on-and-off ex situationship. Not even the judgmental girl with a color-coded planner who’s clearly in love with him.

But somehow, the cardigan-wearing, note-taking, blushy boy wonder of your Comparative Politics class caught your attention. And that’s saying something, because you’re not exactly known for quiet crushes or gentle flirting — being a tattooed, sharp-tongued, braless baddie with a GPA just as high as your standards.

After a sketchy dude corners you at a party, Armin Arlert — the last person you expected — swoops in like a flannel-clad knight in awkward armor. That moment sparks a chaotic, and unexpectedly tender journey involving fake study sessions, thigh tattoos, jealous glances, and one painfully adorable nerd who may or may not be packing more than just a well-organized Google Drive.

Let them stare. Let them whisper. You’re not letting this one go.

notes: this is a repost from ao3 so if feels like you already read this before,, maybe u did,,,, just thought of posting here since tumblr is such a good community and as a reader many of my favorites fics and authors were here sooo.. heres my contribution. also english is not my first language and even tho i already read this so many times if u see a typo lmk. enjoy <33 extra note: i didn't have THAT NERDMIN in mind when i write this back in april but you can imagine him like this here or wtv but keep in mind it's a uni au.

You didn’t expect to end the night by almost punching someone in the throat. You also didn’t expect your knight in shining armor to wear glasses, a flannel, and smell vaguely like peppermint and academic pressure. But hey, life’s full of surprises.

The party is loud, the floor is sticky, and your ass looks amazing in these jeans. You know this because three different girls complimented you in the line for shots, and the guy you passed in the hallway nearly tripped over a beanbag trying to stare at it. Classic.

You're not drunk, not yet, but your buzz is kicking in nicely. Your hair is a little wild, eyeliner perfectly smudged, and your nipples might be piercing the air through your crop top. Not that you care — you didn’t come here to blend in.

"Tell me why the hell we're here again," you shout over the bass, dodging a shirtless freshman swinging a glowstick like he's summoning spirits.

Mikasa, holding her cup like it personally offended her, shrugs. “Connie said Jean might show up. I’m here to watch the drama unfound.”

“I’m not talking to Jean, I'm done with him” you scoff, because you are a woman of growth. Evolution. Maturity — and also because Jean ghosted you last week after asking for nudes. Again.

“Cool,” she says. “Then maybe flirt with someone else for once.”

As if on cue, your eyes wander — and catch on a very out-of-place figure near the kitchen.

Flannel. Glasses. Clean-shaven. Trying so hard to blend in and failing with Olympic-level dedication.

“Is that... Armin?”

Mikasa turns. Blinks. “No fucking way.”

Oh, but yes. It's Armin Arlert. the boy who sits three rows in front of you in Comparative Politics and types like the keyboard owes him money.

Armin who color-codes his notes and once offered you an extra pencil like he didn't get that you haven't brought one on purpose.

Armin who turned beet red when you answered a discussion question and said the word “penetrate” in a completely non-sexual context.

“Who dragged him here?” you ask with a little laugh, already sipping your drink like this is a nature documentary.

“Probably Connie,” Mikasa mutters. “He’s been trying to make Armin ‘social’ for weeks.”

And damn, you have to admit: it’s weirdly... working?

Okay, so the flannel’s still tucked too neatly, and his shoes are definitely orthopedic. But his jawline? Sharp. His hair? A little messy. And when he pushes his glasses up? you hate how hot you find that.

You're staring too long. you know it. Mikasa knows it.

“Oh no,” she says, grinning. “Don’t you dare.”

“Relax. I’m just admiring the academic aesthetic,” you say coolly.

Liar.

Ten minutes later, you’re separated from Mikasa, your drink is empty, and some dude with too much cologne and not enough social awareness is blocking your path to the kitchen.

“You come here a lot?” he asks, his breath hot with tequila and regret.

You smile politely. “Nope.”

“We should change that.”

Oh God.

You try stepping around him. He steps with you.

You’re mid eye-roll, about to hit him with your favorite line ("Do you come with an off switch?"), when a voice cuts in.

"Hey. there you are."

You blink.

The guy blinks.

Armin freaking Arlert slides up beside you like he’s done it a hundred times, placing a gentle but possessive hand on your waist like it belongs there. He turns to the guy with a smile so polite it might be a threat.

“She was looking for me. Thanks, though.”

The guy hesitates. Scowls. But Armin doesn’t budge — and something in those soft blue eyes says do not test me, I read about ancient wars for fun .

Creep backs off. Retreats. Gone.

Silence.

You turn slowly, Armin’s hand drops from your waist like it burned him. His ears are red. His pupils are wide.

“I’m sorry if that was weird,” he says in a rush. “You looked—he looked like—like you weren’t enjoying—uh—I thought—”

“You thought right.” you raise an eyebrow, letting your smirk play out slow. “Nice timing, Arlert.”

He laughs nervously, scratches the back of his neck. “I didn’t mean to, uh, interrupt. I was just passing by and—”

“You weren’t interrupting. you were rescuing. Big difference.” your eyes travel over him, curious. He’s still blushing, but something about him is... steady. Calm. Kind.

Maybe you’re still buzzed.

Or maybe you’ve just developed a thing for quiet boys who do the right thing without needing a reward. Either way, your next move surprises even you.

 “So,” you say casually, leaning in just enough for him to smell your perfume — or notice your piercings. “Think you could help me with our next exam?”

He blinks, the song coming from the speakers ends and changes to a summer hit from last year, and the people on the makeshift dance floor cheers loudly.

“I... sure? I mean, yeah. Of course.” you pull your phone from your low-waist jeans, and stares as he types his number on it. shaking.

“Great,” you purr. “I’ll text you.”

And just like that, you turn and walk away, leaving him staring after you like you just recited the Constitution in a bikini.

Mission: Start Nerd Seduction — officially launched.

You don’t actually need help with the midterm. But you do need an excuse to sit across from Armin Arlert while licking the rim of your iced coffee like a menace to society.

so when he texts you back with a “Sure! I’m free Friday afternoon if that works?” you say

> Cool. I’ll bring my notes and wear something distracting.

You don’t expect a reply, and definitely don’t expect the little three-dot typing bubble to linger for two full minutes before he hits you with:

>Armin: Should I bring a calculator or holy water?

You giggle like a damn schoolgirl and toss your phone across the bed.

God help him. you’re gonna ruin that boy.

On Friday you’re in his room.

His actual dorm room, which smells like pinewood and clean laundry. There are three highlighters on his desk arranged by color, posters from Sci–Fi movies on the walls, little The Hobbits figures on some shelves and you swear the man owns more books than space on furniture to put it on.

“I like your room,” you say, setting down your iced coffee. “Very... untouched virgin energy.”

He pushes his glasses up. “Thanks?”

You’re already sprawling across his desk chair, legs crossed, skirt indecent. You watch his eyes flicker downward, then violently snap back up. Adorable.

“okay,” he says, pulling out a folder. “So, we’re reviewing chapter 5? The political theory section?”

You blink at him.

“Oh, right. Studying.” you lean forward, resting your chin on your palm, giving him your best wide-eyed innocent face.

Armin frowns like you’re a pop quiz he didn’t study for. “...did you even bring your notes?”

“Sure,” you lie, “they’re in my... bra.”

He looks like he might combust on the spot.

“Sorry,” you add sweetly. “too much?”

“Just a bit,” he mutters, already flipping open his book like it’s a shield. You let the moment hang in the air a bit too long — just enough for the tension to crackle — then settle back and pretend to pay attention.

But honestly? you’re watching him more than the textbook.

The way he twirls his pen. The way his voice softens when he explains a concept, you like how he ain't trying to mansplain it like you're actually stupid, just being patient. The way he blushes every time you hum in agreement.

You even catch him peeking at your tattoos when he thinks you’re not looking.

"So...” you say, leaning closer until your thigh brushes his. “Do you always tutor people like this?”

He freezes. “Like what?”

“Alone. In your room.”

His mouth opens. Closes. Opens again. “N-no. I mean—no, I don’t. Usually it’s at the library. Or the lab. Or... never mind.”

“Cute,” you tease. “You're nervous.”

“I’m not nervous.”

“You’re literally shaking.”

“I’m fine.”

You pause. Smirk. “Want me to stop?”

He swallows hard. “...no.”

And there it is.

That glimmer. That tiny flash of something underneath the nerves — confidence? Want? Hunger?

You sit back, pretending not to notice your own racing pulse.

The game just got fun.

Ten minutes later, you both keep pretending to read the same paragraph while pretending not to feel the air buzzing between you.

That’s when the door creaks open.

“Yo, Armin—” a high voice cuts in, then stops. “Oh. Hey.”

You turn slowly.

She’s short. She’s wearing a pastel cardigan with two different shades of pink. A cute flower pin on her hair and an adorable smile that is slowly dropping. Terrifying.

“Mina,” Armin says, standing up so fast his chair almost flips. “Hey. sorry, I forgot to text—”

“It’s okay!” she chirps. “I just came to drop off the notes from last week.” Her eyes flick to you. To your skirt. To your thigh against his.

“Oh,” she adds, still trying to smile. “I didn’t know you had company.”

You smile back, a knowing smile while offering your name, “We’re studying.”

Her expression flickers. Just a second. Just enough.

“Nice,” she says. “Well... see you later?” trying to meet Armin’s eyes.

“Yeah,” Armin says, but he's distracted, his eyes trailing to you.

And when the door shuts behind her, he lets out a breath like he forgot how to.

“Friend of yours?” you ask.

“Yeah,” he says too fast. “We’ve known each other since orientation.”

“Huh.” You twirl your pen. “She likes you.”

He chokes on air. “What?! No, she—Mina doesn’t—why would you—”

“Because she looked at me like I’m a pop-up ad that gave her computer a virus,” you say, deadpan.

He groans. “She’s just friendly.”

"Mm-hm.” You tilt your head. “You like her?”

Silence.

Then “I don’t know,” he admits. “I guess I never really thought about it.”

Interesting.

Very interesting.

You smile, wider this time. “Good. Because I’m very distracting.”

You do not need this men.

You’re not bored. You’re not lonely. You’ve got enough situationships to form a goddamn Avengers team.

And yet — here you are.

In the library. Again.

Wearing lip gloss and zero academic intention.

Armin’s already at the table when you arrive, notes spread out, glasses sliding down his nose. Like he didn't leave you wanting after last week's study date. You consider greeting him like a normal person. You don’t. Instead, you drop your bag, plop into the chair beside him, and whisper in his ear:

“Miss me?”

He jumps.

“Jesus —” he says your name like a curse, while holding his chest to calm his heart.

“You didn’t answer the question.”

He blinks at you. “I—uh—yeah. I guess.”

You grin. “cute.”

He coughs. You cross your legs, showing off your thigh tattoo. Half the guys at the next table almost fall out of their chairs. Armin doesn’t notice — or he pretends not to — but the flush in his cheeks says otherwise.

“Let’s start with Hobbes today,” he mumbles, eyes glued to his page. “You read the assigned chapters, right?”

“Define ‘read’.”

Armin eyes you, saying your name almost in a reprimand way.

“Relax, I skimmed it.” you pull out a pen. “Ready when you are, Professor.”

You don't absorb much of what he’s saying. Because he’s doing that thing again — the voice drop, the hand gesture, the “lemme explain this real quick” lean-in that gets unreasonably close. And he smells good today. Like fresh laundry and—god—was that vanilla?

You’re not okay.

“So that’s why Hobbes believes in the absolute power of the sovereign,” Armin finishes, looking up. “Make sense?”

You’re not sure what Hobbes believes in, but you do believe in Armin ruining your life. You nod.

He beams. “See? You’re better at this than you think.”

Oh. That smile. That pure smile. like he hasn’t noticed the chaos you’ve been trying to throw at him for days. Like he doesn’t know half the campus is whispering:

“Why is Armin Arlert hanging out with her?

“Did she lose a bet?”

“No way he could ever handle her.”

They don’t know that Armin looked you in the eye last Tuesday, tilt his head and said, “You should really stop doing that if you want me to focus.”

They don’t know that you’re starting to forget what flirting is supposed to feel like. Because this? This is more dangerous than your usual games.

And just when you’re about to lean in and say something stupid, like — you’ve got really nice hands – a familiar voice interrupts:

“Hey, Armin!”

You turn. of course it’s Mina.

Carrying two matcha lattes and an entire Pinterest board’s worth of optimism. she slides into the seat on Armin’s other side, all teeth and pastel and absolutely no shame.

“I brought you a drink,” she says, ignoring your existence completely.

“Oh—thanks,” Armin replies, startled. “You didn’t have to—”

“I wanted to,” she chirps, and finally glances at you. “Hi”

You nod. “Mina.” A pause. You sip your coffee. She sips her matcha. Armin is sweating.

“So,” Mina says to him, voice syrup-sweet, “did you want to study together for the ethics quiz? We could—”

“He’s busy,” you say.

Mina blinks. “What?”

“With me,” you finish. Smile. “We’re reviewing Locke next. Very intense stuff.”

Armin opens his mouth. Close it. Prays for death.

“Oh,” Mina says, still smiling. “That’s... cool.”

You keep smiling. You’re both smiling so hard it might shatter the floor beneath you.

“I guess I’ll just see you tomorrow, Armin?” she tries again.

He looks between you. Her. Back to you. “Uh—sure. Yeah.”

When she finally walks away, you lean in close enough for him to smell your lip gloss.

“She’s in love with you.”

He rubs his face. “Don’t start.”

“I’m just saying,” you sing. “You could totally date her. She’s your type.”

He glances at you, then looks away. “You don’t know my type.”

“Don’t I?” You raise an eyebrow.

He hesitates. Swallows. look at you again. You hold the eye contact longer than necessary. Long enough to make him shift in his seat.

“I don’t think I like being studied,” he says softly.

“Then stop looking so interesting.”

—

On the weekend y'all at Jean’s apartment. Pizza boxes. Open textbooks. A Mario Kart tournament threatening to break a friendship or five.

Armin’s sitting on the floor, controller in hand. You’re on the couch, shamelessly watching him. the others are deep in a debate about which professor might be an alien, but you’re focused on the way Armin mutters when he loses a round.

“fuck,” he breathes under his breath. You almost drop your drink.

He catches you looking. smirks—just a little. and that is the moment you realize you’re in serious trouble.

because this boy? This nerd? With his quiet voice and his chaotic notes and his tragic sweaters? He might actually break your heart.

And worse — you might let him.

——

It's all fun and games until you start to have dreams about him. some very inappropriate dreams. involving library desks, a cardigan hitting the floor, and Armin’s voice in your ear saying “you asked for this study session.”

You always wake up hot and wet.

It’s barely 7 AM. You have a lecture in two hours. But your first conscious thought is ‘that mouth should be illegal’. Your second is to get it together. And your third?

You need to see him.

So you don’t bother with makeup. don't bother styling your hair. You pull on black sweats and a leather jacket and stomp onto campus with last night’s eyeliner and an agenda that has nothing to do with academic excellence.

Armin’s already at the student café, as usual — surrounded by books, headphones on, hoodie halfway swallowing his neck. He doesn’t notice you until you slide into the seat across from him.

“You look like you haven’t slept,” he says, blinking.

“That’s because I haven’t.” You point at your face. “Notice the sexy eye bags.”

Armin chuckles, soft and genuine. “You always show up like this?”

“Only for the people I’m trying to corrupt.”

He pauses. “So… just me?”

"Yup.”

There’s a flicker behind his glasses. You think it might be nerves. Or something darker.

You want to poke it. You will poke it.

“So,” you continue. “Tell me something nerdy.”

“...What?”

“Make me smarter. Ruin my street cred.”

Armin leans back. “Okay. Did you know sea otters hold hands when they sleep so they don’t drift apart?”

Your heart makes a weird thump. “That’s… aggressively adorable.”

“And that an octopus has three hearts and blue blood?”

“wait, for real?”

“Yeah.” He tilts his head. “Still feel like corrupting me?”

You grin. “Oh, absolutely.”

It’s raining. There’s only one couch cushion between you and Armin. Your Netflix “study break” has now turned into a two-hour true crime documentary, and at least once every ten minutes you feel his thigh shift next to yours.

Your laptop is open. Your notes are not.

Armin stretches, arms over his head, shirt riding up just enough to expose that his damn V line. The one that’s haunted your sleep since last week.

You don’t mean to stare.

You just… don’t not stare.

And Armin sees it.

He lowers his arms, clears his throat, then glances sideways at you. “You keep looking at me.”

“Do I?”

“Yeah.”

“Maybe I’m studying your anatomy.”

He says your name in a soft breath of warning, with big eyes, dilated pupils, lips parted.

You shift to face him. He’s closer than you thought. Close enough that the space between you feels like static — thick with unsaid things and half-bitten thoughts.

You should back off. You should laugh it off.

You don’t.

Instead, you whisper, “You ever think about kissing me?”

The silence stretches.

“Yes.” It’s so quiet you almost miss it. But it’s there.

“Yes?” you echo.

He meets your gaze. Doesn’t blink. Doesn’t back down. “I’ve thought about it a lot.”

The air pulls tight between you. His lips are right there. He’s right there.

Your hand twitches, like maybe you’ll touch his cheek. Like maybe you’ll grab his collar and ruin every rule you’ve ever set for yourself. Because your mouth is five inches from his and it’s raining outside and—

A knock.

You jolt back like you’ve been slapped. Armin jumps up, flustered, knocking over a cup of pens. then race to the door before the moment can catch up to you.

“Oh, hey!” a feminine voice says too loudly. a voice you know well. How the fuck she always knows when you two are together. Mina has a fucking six senth for cock blocking or something? “I—I was just in the neighborhood and thought I’d drop your USB from the group project. I checked and it has all the lecture slides on it— you left it in the lab.”

Armin takes it with a shaking smile, you could see how red he is from the couch. “Oh! Cool. Thanks.”

She peers around, eyes narrowing. “Is she here?”

“Yes.”

“Studying?”

Your eyes meet and you hold her gaze, while grinning “Eventually.”

she blushes and apologizes, giving Armin a rushed and tiny ‘goodbye’.

The blonde man closes the door with a sigh, and when he comes back to the couch, pretending like nothing almost happened, you start to think the universe is actually laughing at you.

Why can't you make out with your nerdy man in peace?

——

Later that night you’re alone again, lying on your bed, phone face-up beside you. You keep replaying his voice.

“I’ve thought about it a lot.”

You don’t sleep well.

And neither does he.

Because two blocks away, Armin is staring at his ceiling, hand in his hair, wondering how close he came to losing control — to kissing the girl with stormcloud eyes and tattooed skin and a laugh that lives rent-free in his skull.

The girl nobody thinks would ever want him.

Except maybe — she does.

part II>

[mojifushiguro]

unforgettable ! e.yeager & a.arlert

"its not gonna work for you... nobody can equal me, I know..." eren x black!fem x armin

warnings: smut, a little rough sex, cursing, mild angst towards the middle, mentions of cheating, lengthy.

part 5. this is part 4. next part here.

"she been ignoring me all day." eren sipped from the styrofoam cup in his hands while leaning back on the couch.

connie lit a blunt, puffing it and closing his eyes. he exhaled, "who? ya girl?"

eren slowly nodded. "she came home at bout... what, 2 o'clock? in the afternoon. then..." he took another sip. "she wasn't sayin shit to me. ion een know what I did." he let out a lazy laugh, but was serious. he was just high.

he looked at you across the room, laughing it up with sasha.

"you think you did sum?" armin asked, sitting on the table in front of him. eren leaned over to look past armin to get a better view of you, despite all the people crowding you, as he slowly shook his head. "not shit."

"shit man." connie passed eren the blunt. he'd already had two. as many as he had, he just couldn't get you off his mind. "you know where she was last night?" jean asked.

"Sashas."

"you sure?" jean glanced up from his phone.

eren took his eyes off you and looked at jean. "hell yeah im sure, where else she gon go?"

you, on the other hand, with a drink in your hand, stood with sasha as she cracked jokes about random things. you couldn't help but feel eyes on you, and you looked over.

you locked eyes with eren, who tilted his head back to signal you to come over to him. as drunk as you were, you knew it wasn't the best option. you shook your head no. you could see him smack his lips and signal you again, but you just looked away.

"okay. the hell y'all doin?" sasha frowned in confusion.

you turned to sasha and looked her in the eyes. "okay, I gotta tell you sum, but you gotta promise not to tell nobody. even if we fall out one day."

"girl now you know." she put her hand on her hip and you pulled her close and whispered in your ear.

she stayed silent as you whispered, but her face said everything.

all the boys looked back at you two and then looked at eren. "you think they over there talkin bout you, E?" ony snickered with connie, dapping him up.

eren groaned and closed his eyes, throwing his head back. "do not date, bruh. this shit insufferable."

sasha's mouth hung open and she stared at you. "girl... you petty as hell!" she bursted into laughter, but you hit her on the shoulder. "but you cant tell nobody sasha."

"y/n, you know im not. but who was the bitch texting his phone?"

"that's the fuckin thing, ion know. but I think it was mikasa. you know how close they be, how they always talking shit bout somebody? yeah."

sasha looked around. "okay lets find the bitch and press her bout it."

before you could stop sasha, she grabbed your hand and dragged you along.

"where the fuck they goin?" eren squinted, watching you and sasha leave out the door.

"damnnnn." jean laughed, shaking his head.

"prolly went to find some niggas, especially sasha. she got a new one every week." ony smiled, grabbing the blunt from jean. connie nodded. "and you gon get yo ass beat when she figure out you shit talkin again."

you and sasha stood there, arms crossed, staring at mikasa. she frowned, looking from you to her. "what?"

"you been fuckin my nigga?" you stared into her eyes. mikasa blinked before laughing and shaking her head. "girl, what?"

"you heard her. we dont wanna have to beat yo ass, cus you apart of this group, but you been fuckin my homegirl man."

mikasas eyes just widened and she held her hands up. "hold the fuck on. you been fuckin jean, too?"

you and sasha frowned, "jean?"

"you fucked jean?" sasha squinted.

mikasa shook her head, tossing her drink to the ground. "I knew his ass was cheating." before she could walk away to go confront him, you grabbed her.

"wait, you aint text eren the night before last night?" you stared at her in disbelief.

mikasa shook her head. "I was with jean. after you left that thing at connies house, me and him went home." she paused. "well nobody was 'posed to know that so dont tell nobody."

she was obviously drunk, and whatever secret animosity you had with her was out the window.

you and sasha looked at each other in disbelief.

mikasa frowned and started to blink. "wait, somebody texted eren?"

"yeah, and we dont know who it is. we thought it was you." sasha said in an honest tone.

connie rubbed erens shoulder, holding back his laugh. "you good, fam. she prolly just went to talk about the situation with sasha."

"ion know man, you know it aint ever sum good happening when she get wit sasha." ony looked at eren. "who knows what they coulda did when they was out yesterday."

ignoring the way ony purposely tormented eren, making everybody laugh, armin looked down in his phone, biting his lip.

eren stood up, pushing connies hand away from his shoulder, with an irritated look on his face. "Ian fuckin playin." he mumbled, pouring himself another drunk and walking off towards the back door, pushing past anyone that got in the way.

as everyone got serious and quiet, connie looked at armin. he looked at connie, basically reading his mind.

armin sighed, getting up to go check on eren. he looked around outside until he saw him, sitting by the pool by himself, where was no one there. he sat on the end of a lounging chair and armin did the same on a chair that was right beside him.

"you good?" he asked after a long silence.

eren looked at the water flow in the pool due to the jets and shook hie head, leaning over.

"they up in there playin and shit, I just wanna know what's wrong wit my girl."

armin sat there and listened, looking at the ground. "did sum happen before she started actin like that?"

eren took a sip from his cup and shook his head. "we was being lovey dovey as hell. cuddlin and shit. no argument, no nun. I checked on her, asked her if she was good she said yeah. morning came, she getting ready and shit, out all day and night, and she aint come back til this morning."

armin just licked his lips and tucked them between his teeth, thinking about the situation.

he never really knew how much eren cared about you, based off the things he saw and the things he said. the way he talked about your relationship.

not that it was in a bad way, but in a way that made it seem like eren didn't really care about it. from what armin knew, you and eren never talked things out, only had sex and whatnot, setting the problem to the side.

he also know eren started being quiet about it.

stopped telling him, maybe not just him, you guys' business.

he did feel bad. knowing that eren actually wanted things to work out between you and him and not just going and fucking other girls like he did in his past relationships.

a part of armin wished eren did what he used to do and tell armin he could have the girl he was with, because she was useless to him now.

he never agreed with what eren said or took that chance. but you meant so much to him in only the span of a week, he couldn't help but want you.

"you sure you aint do nothing? like... to trigger that? she ever acted like that?"

he hoped he did.

"hell yeah, when I make her mad she'll ignore me for a good few minutes to a hour, but it aint ever been for the whole day." eren took a deep breath and sighed. "and im positive Ian do shit. I know I do sometimes, but right now, I know I didn't."

armin leaned back on his hands.

he liked you, he really did. it was a shame you even chose to be with eren, because he liked you.

"just... try to talk to her tonight about it." was all he could say. eren was still his best friend, and he had to be there for him as a friend, not as someone who was jealous that he had the girl he'd always hoped for.

you sat upstairs, away from all the crowds with mikasa and sasha. you three sat on the bed, legs crossed.

all of you were drunk, tipsy, whatever, trying to figure out what to do.

"you love him, right?" mikasa asked.

"who, eren? of course." you answered.

"wait, so what was the purpose of fucking armin?" she asked, looking back and forth from you and sasha.

you shook your head. "Ion know, and I really shoulda never did it. but he was telling me how eren wasn't a good boyfriend, and in the moment, I already had a few drinks. eren made me mad before we went to the party so I guess it was just something to calm me down."

sasha nodded, looking around the room to think of a solution for you. "you ever considered just admitting to it? I mean, not fully, but you know."

your brows furrowed at the thought. at first, you didn't mind eren finding out you cheated, but now, you didn't care at all.

mikasa stopped your thoughts and held her hand up, "but you gotta think, those messages could be a big ass misunderstanding. you said the number wasn't saved, what if the messages weren't meant for him?"

that was another thing. the messages made it really clear he cheated, but then again there wasn't a 100% chance he did, unless you were to catch him in the act.

"so I dont think you should tell em. if he's that confused, he prolly dont even know he, quote on quote, cheated." mikasa pointed at you, chugging her margarita.

but even if he didn't cheat, what would you and armin do? you liked armin, sure. but you didn't like him enough to choose him over eren, and you think you made that pretty clear to him.

"I say... talk to him about it." sasha shrugged. "you never talk things out with him, so talk to him about it. let him know 'I know you cheated.'"

mikasa nodded. "just dont let him find out you did."

after a few hours of anxiety and drinks, you had sasha drop you off, since she was the most functioning girl out of the group.

eren came a few minutes after you did.

it was past midnight, and you wiped your makeup off in your bathroom mirror.

you'd just gotten out of the shower to at least be a little sober. putting one wipe in the trash, you grabbed another to wipe your lips.

you thought about what mikasa said. what if it was a big misunderstanding? when you weren't being mean to eren in the moment, you couldn't lie like you didn't miss him.

you remembered sasha said to talk it out, but you just couldn't get yourself to talk to him.

he showered in the guests bathroom to give you space. he knew you were drunk, and he didn't wanna set off any emotion by being around you, but he missed you so bad.

you heard the bedroom door close, glancing over for just a second before continuing what you were doing. eren put his clothes in a basket and stretched with a yawn.

he walked to the bathroom, standing beside you and leaning back on the counter.

he wanted to see if he could at least get you back to normal, maybe to avoid talking about how you were acting, because he wasn't good at explaining things when it came to you anyways.

"hey." he said quietly, eyes scanning your whole face. you stayed quiet.

eren pressed his lips together and pushed himself off the counter, leaving the bathroom and going towards your shared bed, where he sat on the edge of it and got on his phone.

you finished your skin care, putting things back in place on the counter before turning the light off and closing the bathroom door. you only wore a tank top and underwear, which was odd to eren because you'd always sleep in his clothes at night.

he didn't look at you when you walked to your side of the bed, instead of crawling over him just to get on his nerves.

or when you sat on the end of the bed instead of laying beside him, grabbing the remote and finding something to watch on the tv.

a long silence washed over you two, the ambiance of the tv being the only thing keeping him from going insane.

he didn't face you, he still sat on the end of the bed. but he put his phone down and put his face in his hands, sighing deeply.

"ion know what I did. I promise ion know what I did." he started off. you didn't turn around, but you took your eyes off the tv and listened.

"you cant sit here and keep ignoring me, cus ion know why you doin it. if I did sum, y/n, talk to me about that shit. you been out all yesterday, and I promise im not assuming you been wit somebody else, cus you said you was wit sasha, but if its somebody else you want, ion care dude, just say that." eren looked over at you, staring at the back of your head.

"I trust you as much as I love you, im not gon leave you alone. if sum wrong, yell at me, scream, mutter under yo breath, ion care." he looked away. "just dont ignore me. that shit hurt." he looked back at you. "im talmout, you barely talk to me. you aint been answering my messages, you know how long it been since we kissed? a long ass time for us. you know."

you felt a small ache in your heart. you didn't wanna talk to him at all.

you just turned to face him, making eren sit up and turn towards you. "ion know who texted yo phone that night, last night, but whoever it was, they can have you."

now, of course you didn't mean what you said, but you were speaking off of emotions and not true feelings.

you saw the puzzled look on erens face and you scoffed. "them hoes dont love you like I love you, and ion know why I gotta keep telling you that." you shook your head, looking deeply into his eyes.

he knew what you were assuming, but before he could defend his self, he wanted to reassure you.

"when I tell you, on everything I love, I never cheated on you in my fuckin life." he put his hand on his heart. "like from the minute we got together, y/n, I never cheated. I know Ian shit sometimes, but I know what I be doing." he explained. "so right now, bruh please believe me when I say I have no idea what you talkin bout."

you let out and laugh and looked away. "okay, so who was the bitch texting yo phone in the middle of the night, talkin bout y'all was flirting at the party and she know you got a girlfriend, all that shit."

eren dragged his hands down his face and stood up. "Ion know who that was."

"now youn know. nigga you're insufferable, you know that?" you stood up, walking towards him. "you always lyin for these bitches that wouldn't raise a finger for yo ass." you nudged his forehead, making him lick the inside of his cheek and look you in the eyes.

eren just slowly nodded.

it aint do nothing but piss you off more.

"I cant be around you." you mumbled, grabbing your phone and leaving the room. you went to the living room and plopped down on the couch, crossing your arms.

now, you might've still been a little drunk, but you had every reason to be mad at him.

about an hour passed of you being down there by yourself. you scrolled on your phone while laying on your stomach, foot hanging off the couch.

you heard eren coming to the living room, but you didn't say anything. you weren't as mad anymore, simply because you'd kind of forgotten you even argued about it. until you felt him put all his weight on you, and lay on your back.

"eren get back." you struggled to get him off of you and he hummed, "mhh mhh" as he kissed your cheek.

"ion want no kisses, move!" you covered your cheeks and turned your face away from him.

"why not?" he rolled off of you to lay on the floor beside the couch, putting his arm behind his head.

"cus you cheated on me." you leaned over to look at him.

eren sighed. "I didn't, baby. I promise, ion know who texted me. ion know how I can prove it, cus it took yo ass so long to ask me about it, but ion know who number it was, or why they texted me. I was wit ony and jean the whole time at that party."

your eyes trailed erens face. you really wondered if he was lying or not.

"eren just tell the truth. im sick of bein mad."

"I promise, im not lyin. I swear."

well shit.

you didn't know if you wanted to believe him or not.

but erens never been that genuine about anything. he played a lot. he was never that serious.

"okay." you mumbled, standing up and pulling his arm to take him with you.

you went back to your room, eren closing the door behind you two. you sighed and laid on the bed, stretching your arms out.

eren crawled over you, smiling as he laid back on your back. "you know I wouldn't do that shit." he mumbled, grabbing your face and kissing you. you hummed into the kiss. "I know."

"then why you be actin up?" he rubbed your arms before moving his down to wrap them around you. you closed your eyes. "cus I miss you."

"you miss me?" he mocked you with a light laugh, making you playfully roll your eyes. you felt him get off of you and put his knees on the outside of both of your thighs. "been stressed?"

you nodded, laying your head on your arms and closing your eyes. "because of you."

he started to rub up and down your back, softening his eyes at you. "m sorry then." he leaned down and kissed the back of your neck softly before getting back up and slipping his hands up your shirt.

you hated that it reminded you of armin.

almost everything he did reminded you of armin, rather than everything armin did reminding you of him.

you kept your eyes closed, softly humming at the small massage eren gave you.

you felt him move from your back and shoulders to your hips, rubbing them softly with his thumbs and he looked at you. "I missed ya." he said in a low tone.

you felt small pokes on your butt, making you giggle and wiggle around. "I know, stop!" you waved your hand back.

eren bit his lip, rubbing and squishing your butt. "whatchu doin?" you asked, propping up on your elbows and looking back at him. eren looked at you. "dont look at me like that."

you smiled, turning around and stretching your arms in front of you, arching a little.

you felt erens hands on your hips again, and him pressing against you. "you doin that on purpose." he glanced at you, feeling his boner kick in.

you laughed. "doin what, eren?"

he stayed quiet, using his right thumb to press against your clit, tilting his head to get a better view of your reaction.

you licked your lips, letting out a silent exhale, like he just calmed your nerves.

eren smirked a little at seeing your face, and rubbed his thumb softly against your clit and entrance, going back and forth between the two.

he felt you throb against his finger, he felt the way you got so wet at almost the smallest thing. he loved how much your body loved him.

how you couldn't resist to rub yourself against him, softly humming at the sensation.

it made him feel so nice. not only on the outside, but the inside.

eren leaned down, his hand slowly moving up to your breast. he softly massaged it while kissing behind your ear. "wanna have sex?" he mumbled, pressing his bulge against your butt.

you bit your lip, opening your eyes to look at him, and you nodded.

eren grabbed your chin to lift your head and gave you soft kisses on your neck, sucking at sensitive spots. he knew your body better than anybody else.

once he saw a hickey start to form, he let your head go and pushed himself off of you. he spread his legs further on each side of you, tapping your thigh. you raised your butt, arching your back and moving back against him.

"be patient, baby." eren slightly pulled his sweats down, grabbing his dick and moving closer to you. he pulled your underwear down and off of you, tossing them to the other end of the bed.

he gripped your ass, grinning at the way you throbbed around nothing, and glistened already. he teased you with his thumb, knowing you hated that.

"erennn, come onnnn" you whined. he tied his hair back and moved his hand up your waist.

you felt him slowly slide the tip in, effortlessly, stretching you out with every inch.

"oh my god..." you moaned softly, gripping the sheets already.

eren pulled you against him slowly, groaning at how slick you were, the way you tightened around him, it drove him crazy. "I missed you." he whispered. before you could return the favor, he started to thrust in and out of you.

"f....uck, I... I missed youuu" you moaned, toes curling, and fingers starting to hurt from the grip you had on the covers.

"mhm? you did?" eren bit his lip, thrusting at the same pace, but harder. you definitely pissed him off earlier. moans kept slipping out as you blabbered everything that came to your mind. "yeah... oh my g- yes...!"

your brows furrowed. he hit your g spot perfectly, gripping your ass with a force so hard, it felt amazing.

"aw, baby, you feel so good. you know that?" he leaned over on one arm, using his other one to hold you close to him. he pressed on your stomach, making you go completely silent, but lips still parted.

that's how he knew he hit the spot.

suddenly, you gasped and let out a long moan.

"talk to me, baby." he mumbled, pressing even harder. you grinded against eren as he continued to thrust, hard and meaningful. "fuck, eren, I love you, I love you so much!"

he nodded, slowing the thrusts down. he got up, pulling out slowly.

your body dropped, and you shook your head, looking back at him. "why you stop, eren?" you asked softly.

eren turned you over and made you lay on your back. "so we can have sex." he muttered, not taking his eyes from between your legs. instead, he spread them, positioning himself at your entrance.

you put your arms beside your head, looking deeply at eren. when you felt him slide back into you, you both let out small gasps, eyes locking with each others.

he grabbed your waist, pulling you closer as he slowly thrusted into you again. your hands flew to his wrists, eyes rolling back, and back arching. he felt too good to be true.

"so big..." you whispered, trying your best to suppress your moans. eren licked his lips, "I know" he replied, taking his shirt off and tossing it on the floor. he leaned over you, quickening his pace.

every thrust earned a breath or a moan. you dragged your hand down his chest, opening your eyes to look him in his. you wrapped your arm around his neck, and the other around the back of his shoulder.

"harder.." you whispered, looking at him with glossy, sweet eyes. eren stopped, adjusted his self, and there it was. you wrapped both of your arms around his neck, moaning in his ear, as he groaned in yours. "so tight." he leaned more into you, pink flushed face in your neck.

"oh.. fuck.." he groaned, feeling you tighten around him. you were so wet, so warm. he was so big, felt so good.

and you wrapping your legs around his waist didnt make it any better. matter of fact, he got deeper.

you moaned and whined in his ear, mixed with his moans and choppy groans in yours, it mixed like liquid.

"why you doin me like thisss?" you whined, softly hitting his back. "I cant... I cant do it, E!" you dug your nails in his shoulders.

he frowned at the pain, but he didn't stop you. "you can." he thrusted harder and slower, making you yell out, your hands moving to grip the sheets again. "I- I cant..." you moaned softly, moving your legs from his waist, and spreading them instead.

"you let somebody else fuck you?" eren grunted, moving his lips from your neck to your lips, grabbing the back of your head to raise you towards him, starting to tongue kiss you.

he pulled away, moving up to grab behind your knees, gripping your legs. "huh? somebody else had this pussy?"

with the sensation of constant throbbing and an upcoming orgasm, you quickly shook your head. "no.. no" you furrowed your brows, looking down at his stomach.

you felt his hand leave one of your legs and grab your face, forcing you to look at him.

"dont lie." he stared deep into your eyes, quickening his pace. you tried to stop your eyes from rolling back, as you gripped his wrist, your legs tightened around him, slowing him down.

"open em." eren looked down, letting your face go. you whined and whimpered, "I cant, erennnn" that 'sad' expression washed over your face.

you tried your best to hold back on cumming, but you were so close.

all of a sudden, you felt your leg go in the air, and on his shoulder, the other one being forced open. "and dont cum." he groaned, starting back fucking you.

"come onnn" you moaned, reaching down, but eren smacked your hand, looking at you as he fucked you senseless. "somebody else been in this pussy, y/n?" he knew you could already barely talk, you were too busy moaning.

you shook your head, opening your eyes and looking eren in his. "no..."

eren threw his head back, grabbing your ankle. "hah... fuck, dont fuckin lie." he dug his nails in your thigh. "they fuck you better?"

hell naw.

"nooo, fuckkk eren!" your legs started to twitch. "no?" he mocked. you shook your head. "no, no, I promise" you tried to move away, but he only moved closer to you, and seemingly even deeper.

"you love me?"

"yeah... yes... I love you so much, baby.."

eren let go of your ankle, pushing your leg off of his shoulder, and pressed down on your stomach, fucking you harder than before.

"oh... oh my.." you felt your legs start to shake, and you tightened around him.

your whole body twitched, and you arched your back, feeling erens warmth full you up.

he groaned one more time, pulling out and letting the rest of his cum hit your stomach. he kept his thumb in your still throbbing entrance to keep his cum from dripping on the bed.

you laid there, panting as he leaned off the bed, grabbing his shirt from the floor and cleaning you up with it.

he fixed his pants, and you reached over to grab your underwear, putting them back on.

eren laid back on the bed, waiting for you to come out of the bathroom after doing your business.

you washed your hands, cut the light off and shut the door, making your way back over to eren, who was obviously still shirtless, and looking at you.

you crawled on top of him and grabbed his face, kissing him softly.

his hands slid down inside your underwear, moving your body against his.

"we gotta be closer." he said quietly. reaching and pulling off your tank top, only a bra showing.

he wrapped his arms back around you. his body was warm, mixing with the warmth of yours, you felt his heartbeat against your chest as you kissed him softly all over his face.

"you believe me now?" he asked, closing his eyes as you continued to kiss him.

you smiled. "I do."

[rhaenicette]

۶ৎ EREN hasn’t said a word since you both got in the car.

it was painfully quiet—you both would agree. no one dared to speak, and to make things even worse; the aux wasn’t even on.

it all started when he took you on one of his rides—to go deliver weed to one of his new clients.

eren had a black tracksuit on, with your favourite cuban link hung around his neck. his hair was tied into a man-bun with loose pieces framing his face.

and you? you were beautiful as ever. your hair was laid and so were your edges, your skin was shiny and the one piece you had on showed all the thickness you carried.

the client was nice, for sure.

handsome? of course. his own hair was buzzed and his eyes were half-lidded—the type of look that gets you weak in the knees.

but was he—in any way—eren’s competition? hell no.

but the client did speak to you. and as did you. you both exchanged in good yet short conversation (mainly because eren ended the meeting quickly) and you found him to be interesting.

again, was he eren’s competition?

HELL no.

so why was eren mad, do you ask?

it was because of the way you smiled at the client. how you cocked your head to the side—the way he liked.

it was how you threw your head back and told the client “you too funny!” as you laughed.

eren should be the only funny man in your life.

it was how you laughed shyly every-time the man said something. (you only laughed once)

it was because you looked too fucking good. too good for his liking.

the ride home felt like years. you didn’t know how audible your sigh was when you finally saw you and eren’s home from the driveway.

eren parked outside your home so fast the brakes nearly squealed.

he got out the car swiftly, slamming his car door shut hard. he walked over to your side, opening your door without saying a word, closing it after you hopped out.

you trailed behind slow, trying to keep your expression cute.

but you loved the way he looked and acted when he was angry. how his jaw clenched and his eyes half-lidded and red. you loved poking at him, testing the waters.

you couldn’t help but clench your thighs together when you both entered your shared room.

still, eren hasn’t said a word.

he didn’t take his clothes off—he didn’t need to, they were already clean—and neither did you.

you sat on your large bed, waiting—anticipating on how this would go.

on how fucked you’d be.

and lord, did you underestimate it.

now, you’re on your stomach. your face is in your pink satin pillows and your thick and plump ass is in the air. your eyes were rolling. ass recoiling and body jerking after every nasty and rough snap of eren’s hips behind you.

that one piece you wore? eren damn near ripped it off of you (with the angry promise of him buying you 5 more)

eren’s thrusts are mean, enough to make you feel like he’s in your lungs.

he’s nasty, messy—girthy ‘n so full—you can’t even articulate proper sentences without breaking out into a pathetic whimper or moan.

his fingers dig into your plush hips and his brows are furrowed. the noises he’s making is almost pitiful.

“thought that shit was funny? smiling all in dude face like i ain’t t-there?” he’s breathless, his moans begin to come out high-pitched.

you cry out, try to shake your head, but your body jolts with every hard stroke.

“use ya words, mami.”

a broken moan slips from your lips as you attempt to speak. “i—i w-wasn’t tryna—mmph!”

��nah,” eren shook his head, nipping his bottom lip slightly. “you really hurt me, ma. thought i was the one f’you,”

you’re babbling like a bunny, “y-you are—oooh fffuck—the o-one f’me!”

eren laughs. sick and low. “yeaaahh, i know.”

you were wrecked. your pussy was wrecked. soaked, creamy, stretched wide around his thick, curved dick—he was so big, so full, he had your sappy walls hugging him like they didn’t wanna let go.

and you were taking it so good.

that heavy weight slapping your cheeks, dragging along your walls, stretching your sweet pussy so wide it left you looking pathetic.

“uhhhhnn f-fuck, ‘ren—eren wait—!” you tried to crawl forward.

but it was no use—eren grabbed your hips and slammed you back down.

“fuck you think you goin?”

now, he was deep. his mean ‘n angry head was pressing against your cervix.

“i said i was done, ma?”

you shook your head like a dumb bunny as you cried out. and you were dripping and sooo sweet eren had to control himself from nutting so quickly.

so warm. so sweet. creamy strings connected your thighs and his dick every time he pulled back.

and your tummy was bulging with every stroke. that soft brown stomach, plush and sensitive, jumped each time his hips hit home.

“o-oohh ffuckkk,” eren groaned high behind you.

his head fell back. his loosely-tied manbun growing weaker each stroke. a few long strands of hair stuck to his sweaty cheek.

“s-shit—this—hah!—fuckin’ pussy…” he moaned. “you tryna make me nut already, baby? that’s how you feel?”

you couldn’t answer. you were damn near going dumb on him. brain foggy. words were gone.

all that left your mouth were slurred moans and glistening gasps.

“uhhnn—mmf—feels sooo good, fffuck i c-can’t—i’m—”

your thick thighs were quivering. your ass was bouncing wildly with every thrust, soft and jiggly and covered in that beautiful cellulite he couldn’t get enough of. your titties were bouncing underneath you. every time he bottomed out, they pounced like they were gonna slap your own chest.

eren caught sight of that when he cocked his head—and the sight broke him.

“fffuckin’ g-gorgeous, mama—and s’aaalll f’me.” he gritted.

he pulled your hair tighter. bent over your back. “sound sooo pretty, too. y’hear yourself, ma?”

you were wailing now. back arching. arms weak. eyes glassy behind your glasses.

you were so right and so beautiful—eren already forgot what he was angry about.

“‘rennn—‘ren m’gonna—ffuck—cum again, please—c-can’t hold it, m’nutting!—”

“uh huhhh?” he moaned pathetically, snapping his hops even harder.

“do it f’me, ma—” he hissed, lips at your neck. “cum aaalll over me, baby. want this—mmh—pussy to milk me.”

and you did. white-hot pleasure took over your body. your moans grew louder as your sweet walls clenched around him.

“o-oooh shitt, ‘ren—m’nutttttingggg!”

a creamy ring formed around his shaft after many rounds. but he still wanted more. he wanted you.

eren pulled you up by your hair and bent you back against his chest.

“yeahhh,” he groaned low, mouth against your ear,

“there go my fuckin’ girl.”

ooohhh hellcat eren come play in these sheets <33

[vantetaes]

WELCOME TO

❀LOVE ISLAND A.O.T.❀

somewhere in fiji.

under the blazing sun & glowing moonlight.

ten hot singles, a villa, & potential love awaits.

the tropics wait for no one...

DONT BE SHY, TAKE A LEAP IN…✿

the water’s amazing!

LETS MEET OUR GIRLS…

mikasa yn sasha

annie historia yazmin

angel valentina gabi

LETS MEET OUR GUYS…

onyankopon connie eren

armin reiner jean

keem levi cole

the land of the single, the free, and the sexy.

SEASON 1, VOLUME 1

EPISODE 1: THE ISLANDERS

EPISODE 2: READ MY LIPS

EPISODE 3: TRUTH OR DARE

EPISODE 4: NEVER KISS & TELL

EPISODE 5: DETOUR CASA AMOR

EPISODE 6: KISS, MARRY, CAKE

EPISODE 7: NEW COUPLES, SAME DRAMA

EPISODE 8: SHOULDVE TURNED THE CAMERA OFF

EPISODE 9: TWISTER

EPISODE 10: FINAL GIRLS

{OVER THE COURSE OF THESE ‘EPISODES’ YOU WILL HAVE A SAY. ITS TIME FOR CONNECTIONS, LOVE, AND PROBABLY TOO MUCH FREE TIME.}

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armin and mikasa ‼️‼️‼️🥹

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[wxxpingangxls]

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.

[giogiobb]

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

[kageyuh]

nerd! | ☆ nerd!armin arlert x reader (nsfw)

cw: nerd!armin, nsfw, smut, pwp, college au, exhibitionism? p in v, slightly public sex, sex in library, armin is mean, riding, spit, tutor? armin secret sex pro, lowk just pure smut in the library bc nerd armin has taken over my brain

nerd!armin has you bouncing up and down his cock. tucked in the corner of the library that no one visits, where no one can hear your muffled cries.

drool hangs out the corner of your mouth, soaking the fabric of the pink, lacy panties you had put on just for him, the same ones he had ripped off of you.

just moments before, you had innocently asked him for help on an assignment...before purposely dropping your pencil to show off your new pair.

armin wasn't well known to others, but he had been your secret obsession the whole semester. but while everyone else was out partying, he was studying, meaning that you had to resort to... alternative measures in order to see him outside of class.

"you just had to show off, didn't you?" he grunts, lifting your hips before slamming them down brutally. "wanted everyone to see what a little slut you are, hmm?"

you can only stifle a moan in response, tears pooling at your eyes as you clutch onto his shoulders. the fabric of his shirt is soaked by your fluids. the plap! plap! plap! of skin against skin is loud and audible, but the sound is the least of your worries as armin stills his grip on you, all movement coming to a halt.

you whine pathetically, squirming in his arms to attempt some form of relief.

a slap! rings through the library, and the stinging sensation on your left asscheek leaves you whining and rutting for more.

"stupid slut." he growls, fogged up glasses slipping down the rim of his nose. he slaps you again, before lifting your hips and thrusting up into your, hard.

"ah!" you crumble, face burying into his neck. he lifts his hand from your ass to tangle it into your hair, pulling your head to face him. "fucked so dumb you can't even look at me anymore?" he snatches the panties out of your mouth. "let me hear you moan."

you obey, letting forth your cries as he resumes his thrusts, pounding into your poor, abused pussy like it's his last race.

"a-armin, wait, i'm 'bout to--!" you slap a hand over your mouth to stifle your moans as the dam breaks. wet, erotic squelches continue as he fucks you through your high.

suddenly, you're flipped onto the desk, study materials flying onto the floor as he pins your stomach to the brown hardwood. he presses down on your back, leaning over you to lick a stripe up your ear. "who said you could cum without permission?"

you hear a rustling behind you. in your fucked-out gaze, you see him pulling off the rubber that is soaked with your fluids. he catches your stare. a grin tugs at the corners of his lips. "bad girls deserve to get fucked raw."

raw? a shiver runs down your spine. "wait, armin, it's a bad day for me--ah!" you're silenced as he rams into your pussy, bottoming out in one deep, brutal thrust. you're a moaning mess, fingernails etching into the wood as you're slammed back and forth against the table. "n-no, i'm gonna get preg-ah! pregnant..."

he scoffs, pushing you down harder. "even better."

armin presses against your back, snatching your jaw to slam his lips against yours.

his glasses press against your nose, and he squeezes your cheeks to grant himself entrance into your mouth. As your tongues collide, you feel the cool metal of his tongue piercing scrape against the roof of your mouth. you moan into him, heated pants stealing your breath as your walls squeeze around his cock involuntarily.

"you like that?" he chuckles darkly, pulling away to stick out his tongue. "got it just for this."

he lifts you by your hair, forcing your back to arch as he bullies his way into your core. he pulls you into a kiss again, before mumbling a quick, "open," and spitting into your open mouth with a splat!

you take it, swallowing obediently and sticking out your tongue to show him your work. he groans filthily, and you feel his cock pulse inside you. he roughly slams into you, a grin erupting onto his face, and you see his tongue dart out to catch the drool at the corner of his mouth.

he flips you over with a grunt, slamming your back into the table as he begins pummeling into your core. "cum again f'me." he mumbles, wiping the fog off his glasses. he's reaching down to rub circles on your clit. "cum. now."

with his words, you come undone on his cock, legs spasming as you clutch at his wet t-shirt. you're shaking as his thrusts slow, before he gives you one last thrust, bottoming out to shoot ropes of cum into your womb. with a low, "fuck..." he's pumping for at least a minute, and you can feel the hot spurts painting your insides white as he stills inside of you.

he's panting, face buried into your neck, glasses pushed up into his hair. you both lie there for a moment, savoring the post-nut bliss before he slowly pulls out of you, bringing a moan out of your mouth. you feel the sliding of his cock as he taps it on the head of your clit, admiring his handiwork. he whistles, taking out his phone to snap a picture of your cum-filled hole, the white fluids dripping down onto your thigh.

you're too fucked out to care as he records your sorry state, giving your cunt a few slaps, even pushing a finger into your hole to plug his cum back in, before stuffing his phone into his back pocket. he's stuffing his cock back into his pants, but you can barely move, still twitching and panting on the table from your high.

he's about to leave when he gives you a once over, then takes off his plaid flannel to wrap you in it carefully. he sits you down carefully, brushing your hair from your face, leaving a soft peck on your temple. he slides your used panties up your legs, making sure to carefully keep his seed inside, then smooths out your skirt, tucking a business card into your waistband. he's cleaning off his glasses before bidding you farewell, leaving you in the library to collect yourself.

you were definitely going to schedule another session.

"call me if you need another lesson."

you slowly pull out the card, eyes skimming the letters on the cardstock and fingers quick to save the number in your phone.

Armin Arlert, Tutoring Services, XX university, (#).

[yurilvr4]

nerd armin hc's! art by musapylsa on tt/twt

cw for implied public sex, lots of biting, + tongue piercing, somnophilia(nsfw)

-

the type of guy to wait when your classes are over. he would loiter in the hallways , the jocks and popular kids brushing past him as he fixes his glasses, holding science books to his chest as he fiddled with his phone - checking your schedule.

he's a creeper, a stalker. as far as you were concerned, you always saw him hangout with his two friends, eren, mikasa and some other folks, jean..sasha?...connor? wait no, connie!

you would sometimes catch him staring way too long, eyes always on you and when you finally notice, he would blink and fix his glasses, a knuckle raising to arrange it on his face.

he would "accidentally" drop something on the ground if he was ever randomly beside you, and he knows how nice of a person you are, so you pick up whatever he dropped and he just smiles inwardly, checking you out from the back with zero to no shame.

the type to literally take pictures of you secretly and masturbate the fuck out of them the moment he's home.

"o...ohh...ahnn.." his hand fists his cock aggressively, throwing his head back as he whimpers, thighs shaking as he finally comes down, cum dribbling down his fingers.

-

another thing about him is he owns porn magazines, he stashes them away under his bed and fantasizes all the girls on the pages are you.

he would full on hump the covers, his pillow just to imagine some type of body underneath his, squeezing and moaning like a dog in heat, his brain can only think of one thing and that's you.

other times when he's not ejaculating, he talks about you to his other online friends when he games.

"they're so...h-hot..like.." he says in the microphone, grinning ear to ear as he talks about you in excruciating detail.

the guys on the other side would either cheer him on or snicker at his desperation, "woah..dude, did you like, jack off to them or something??" typical. they wouldn't get it.

"s-something like that." armin bites his lip, finishing the game and logging off.

obsessive crush behavior

this man is always on his phone/laptop so for sure he's got some online stalking habits you're not aware of at all.

he analyzes all of your old posts, every story and event you've been to, and even have them memorized in case you ever talked to him.

+ he's probably the type to over intercept basic kindness as 'romantic interest', "they smiled at me! they must want me!"

-

random stuff he does

• compliments you in an awkward, creepy sort of way, "hey....y-your collarbones are pretty.." then he'd mentally face palm thinking about how miserably bad he is at flirting.

• stares at you wayyy too long for any normal person, a hand on his chin as his eyes hyper-analyze your movements, then panics when he gets caught.

• brings up painfully niche hyperfixations and info dump people about it, (comics, anime, gaming) and they would have NO clue what he would be talking about LMFAOO

• does that nervous push glasses thing, how? uses his middle finger to nudge the bridge of his glasses up. he's particularly nervous when you finally speak to him or is around him suddenly.

if you're in a relationship

he's actually ecstatic, finally having you all to himself, that means he could do whatever he wanted right?

he's willing to share and do everything with you, from sharing his clothes, to showering, sleeping in the same bed. all of it.

the type to just touch you all over. hugs and cuddles you, kisses your neck and bites the same spot he touched with his mouth.

only for you to have tons of red bruises littering your skin the next day.

• doesn't let you go until you really beg him to let you go.

"i won't even be that long... seriously." you say, waiting for a response , only for your boyfriend to glare at you albeit a little pouty.

"...f...fuck. you can't just leave me here, i want your attention too."

he nervously plays with the ends of his sleeves, drawing the cloth over his knuckles and fiddling with it.

sometimes you couldn't help but feel bad, even though there was nothing to feel bad about.

"...fine. i'll stay.. okay?" you nod defeated, reaching out for him to hug his head to your tummy.

he immediately reciprocates, pressing his face into your torso and inhaling deep.

-

sometimes in public, he would drag you to a small spot where he swears no one goes to, and just grinds his body over yours, just to get some friction.

making out with you is his favorite activity, besides fucking the shit outta you at home.

he grinds and grabs your everything, hands all over your ass, squeezing as he bites the inner corner of your neck, sucking the skin until he's satisfied with the new colour.

you feel the cool metal of his piercing lave over your hot skin and you whine for him to stick it in you already.

• WOULD make you suck him off under the seat of his desktop space WHILE gaming.

he's so nasty he doesn't even hide it, "hey?! can i get an assist? cmon!" someone online yells into the microphone , he's pretty skilled with using the keyboard with only one hand, so he easily guides your head with his fingers rooted into your scalp and helps bob your mouth just right until he feels his cock twitch, eventually cumming inside and you have to swallow it.

he tries so hard to hide his little huffs of satisfaction, wryly grinning as he sees your cum painted face under the seat.

-

has this 'habit' he's never told you about.

whenever you would sleep before him in your shared bed , he would climb over you and just go to town. removing each layer of your clothes, and leaves you vulnerable in your underwear, spreads your legs open and makes you cum in your sleep.

you involuntary shiver when you feel his tongue lave over your hole, his fingers playing over where you're most sensitive and coat his tongue in your juices.

'how are you not waking up?' a few sleeping pills dumped into your drink earlier must've did the trick. he wouldn't tell you though, or you'll probably, seriously hate him.

and that was the last thing he wanted. besides..he's got you all to himself now!

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+ note this fanart literally revived the aot fandom idc i had to write something. link to the art! link 2

[phantomsies]

𝖓𝖊𝖝𝖙 𝖈𝖔𝖓𝖙𝖊𝖘𝖙𝖆𝖓𝖙 • 𝖆.𝖆𝖗𝖙𝖑𝖊𝖗𝖙

your biggest fan soon becomes your biggest obsession….

black onlyfans creator!reader (fem descriptions), nerdy!armin, public sex/public masturbation, squirting, mentions of toys, exhibitionism, throatfucking, cumshot

📝: I wanted to go a completely different direction with this but a) it’s no longer kinktober and it would’ve much better suited that and b) nerd!armin just scratches an itch in my brain I can’t quite put my finger on. So enjoy! 🫶🏾 (also, I AM SO SORRY THIS SHIT IS SO LONG 😭😭 I don’t intend on headcanons being this length but I can’t shut the fuck up.)

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nerd!armin had been a dutiful subscriber of (y/n) (l/n)’s or as the world knew you, (performer name) for quite some time. He’d faithfully watched your content, never missing an upload to your sites and shamelessly scrolling your Twitter.

nerd!armin preferred your videos over others because they were so unique. Always willing to push the envelope by shooting in unconventional spaces; your car, public bathrooms and even dressing rooms..a polar opposite to his shy, bashful nature. In a way, he was jealous but also aroused..

from your long acrylics, fluffy lashes, colorful hair that changed from video to video and of course, the beautiful, dark brown complexion that radiated underneath the sun or ring lights, nerd!armin was obsessed.

nerd!armin would lie in bed after a long study session, classes or even a hard day at work..mindlessly stroking his cock in one hand as he held his phone in the other, eyes glued to the screen whilst you performed those lewd acts.

shoving those dildos in and out of your tight cunt, those pretty pink walls and plump brown lips sucking on that silicone toy..stretching yourself open all for his pleasure. A jeweled butt plug shoved into your ass and cream oozing down onto that gorgeous skin and the leather of your seats as you worked yourself into countless orgasms..mewling and begging for the would be viewer to keep fucking you..

“Fuck, I’m about to come, daddy..you’re gonna make me squirt.” Crying out as nerd!armin jerked himself even faster..subconsciously responding back without a single other person being in the room. ”Squirt for me, baby. Come..” Whimpering before exploding with a load of his own..

despite only being an intern, nerd!armin was well off from his freelancing tech work and although it didn’t leave him much room for socializing, he would tip you amicably on all the new content, as well as leave kind, respectful, encouraging words. It wasn’t something you saw often in this field.

it also didn’t take nerd!armin long to realize that you never featured a partner in any of your content like some girls eventually did. Only the various assortment of toys gifted to you by supporters. Which only further fed his delusions when you made a mess and glared into the camera, batting those doe brown eyes before saying “..look at what you made me do..that big dick feels so good..”

nerd!armin, who had only been with one woman sexually in his entire life and didn’t date often, could only dream of being with a girl like you.

so it came as no surprise when you announced that you would be opening a contest to film with one of your subscribers for the first time, nerd!armin leaped at the chance! The thought of getting to fuck the woman he’d hopelessly fawned over excited him.

nerd!armin nearly fainted when he got a DM on OnlyFans one day to see that he had won, asking when he’d like to arrange the meetup.

nerd!armin was understandably nervous on the day you two came face to face..but felt as ease when you continuously reassured him and even made sure that both of you had been tested, as well as protection.

“You’re so cute..it’s nice to finally meet you. Thank you for supporting me..” your gentle voice sent a shockwave of butterflies soaring through nerd!armin’s stomach as you wrapped him in a tight hug…and of course, a tightening in his pants upon laying eyes on his favorite creator. But that was merely the beginning.

nerd!armin found himself blushing when you slowly traced circles all over his skin, examining the single tattoo on his forearm and complimenting the smell of his cologne as the two of you sat alone in the bedroom of the designated filming space of your spacious home. Impressed by the bookshelves full of old literature he passed on the way in.

“Mmmm..you’re nervous, aren’t you?” “…I guess you could say that.” “Well don’t be, I’m going to make sure we have a good time, I promise..”

nerd!armin had no idea just how true you were to your word when less than ten minutes after the camera came on, you were on your knees, tongue extended and a wide smile on your face as he towered over you.

nerd!armin could hardly contain himself when eventually, those glossy brims were now encompassed around his cock. Slurping noises emanating around the room, along with his adorable cries…sloppy drool and gag spit spilling from that wet mouth and onto the pulsating head, shaft and those swollen balls. Disregarding the fact that your pretty face had become a disheveled mess.

“Oh my God…that feels so good, beautiful. Your mouth feels fucking amazing..” “You wanna come for me, baby?” “..yes! Drain me, please..” pathetically pleading whilst relentlessly fucking your throat.

nerd!armin unabashedly spent days, practicing his stroke on a translucent flesh light, feeding it deep thrusts and stuffing it with an ungodly amount of cum, examining your videos like study material..in hopes of gaining some stamina against you.

but nothing could prepare nerd!armin for the sheer sensation that being inside of you brought upon him.. however, he wasn’t the only one caught off guard..especially when he’d gently tug your head down and force you to watch as he glided into that narrow hole.. a move he’d learn from his tapes.

“It’s so big..damn..” “I told you..” giggling to yourselves as your gazes met and he’d begin to move.

nerd!armin almost felt compelled to believe that you were faking your moans like other pornstars so often did…but that misconception was cleared up when your eyes began to trail back, legs began to tremble and a slight bulge formed at the very bottom of your stomach.

“Yes, you stretching the fuck out of this pussy, baby..right there!..” “Am-am I doing a good job?” “You fucking me so good, please don’t stop.”

nerd!armin nearly lost all composure when you all but pushed him away, only to shower him in a stream of your juices. Only increasing as he tapped that swollen tip against your quivering folds.

nerd!armin didn’t last more than five minutes after that powerful climax and began dry heaving as his own neared. Ushering you back to your knees to paint those pretty features and tits with his load.

nerd!armin was convinced that once the cameras shut off, you’d put him out for nutting too quickly. Surely a woman of your caliber would never deal with that again. But yet again, he was proven wrong when you smiled up at him, flicking your tongue across your lips before posing a question. “So..where should we should film next time? We gotta do this more often..”

nerd!armin had found himself the newest and sole object of (creator’s name) affection!

[juvianism]

geek boy!

[yvesssssssss]

Nerdmin! who wears his glasses during sex just so he can watch you fall apart clearly. He’ll tilt them down with two fingers while eating you out, making filthy eye contact as his tongue piercing presses directly into your clit.

Nerdmin! who says things like “scientifically speaking, your body reacts best when I do this” right before he curves his fingers just right and watches you cry from overstimulation.

Nerdmin! who loves oral fixation—not just giving, but having your fingers in his mouth, his fingers in yours, and cockwarming in his throat while he reads over flashcards like it’s normal.

Nerdmin! who absolutely uses your thighs as noise-canceling headphones when he’s stressed. He’ll pull you over his face and mumble “just let me focus” like your pussy is his meditation app.

Nerdmin! who gently coaxes you into mirror play. “You look so pretty when you fall apart,” he whispers behind you, fingering you slow and deep while you’re forced to watch the fog build on the mirror glass from your own panting.

Nerdmin! who praises like a scholar but fucks like a sinner. “That’s it. Perfect response. Look at how well you’re taking it. You’re making a mess, baby. Don’t stop now.”

Nerdmin! who subtly presses his hand over your throat—not choking, just enough pressure to tilt your head back and make you whimper for him. “You can take more,” he whispers. “You want to, don’t you?”

Nerdmin! who takes notes after your first few times together. Not on paper—but mental ones. What spot made you shake. What tone of voice made you clench. What angle broke you down. He logs it all—and he uses it next time.

Nerdmin! who eats you out until your thighs are twitching, your voice hoarse, and your clit too sensitive—and only then does he pull back and ask in that same soft tone, “Should I keep going?”

Nerdmin! who takes his time licking his fingers clean after fingering you—watching your expression in silence with that innocent, slightly smug little smile.

[moechies]

“armin— gimme y’r c—cum . . “

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

“fuck— fuck, hold on,”

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

“‘s good. so good— pretty—“

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[fu11ofshit]

𝘚𝘗𝘐𝘛 𝘖𝘕 𝘐𝘛 // Nerdmin x Reader

𝘕𝘦𝘳𝘥𝘮𝘪𝘯 𝘪𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘴𝘰 𝘢 𝘮𝘶𝘯𝘤𝘩. 𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘵’𝘴 𝘪𝘵, 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵’𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘵. ⋆˙⟡ ( art by musapylsa)

cw : oral sex (f) receiving, fingering, spitting, and all that good stuff

a/n: yall give me requestss i will do themm

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“I want you to spit on it.”

Armin looked up from between your thighs, his glasses slipping down the bridge of his nose as his hands were halfway through easing your panties down your ankles.

For a moment, a quiet intensity flickered in his eyes— his cheeks flushed, his breath hitched before giving you a small, deliberate nod.

Armin tucked a strand of hair behind his ear before leaning in. His lips parted, releasing a thick trail of spit that slid down your aching bud. You felt the wet heat trickle slowly over your clit, sinking toward your entrance. A broken groan slipped from your lips as Armin brought his thumb to where his spit had landed, spreading your folds open to let it glide over your core before firmly rubbing it in with your wetness.

You drew a haughty whine, as Armin’s thumb stroked slow, tedious circles on your clit. You arched your back in response, gradually rolling your hips against his addicting touch.

“It’s okay, I got you,” Armin said softly, before firmly driving his fingers into you, his pace quick and relentless. “Armin-!” You gasped, his fingers pumping in and out of you, every movement sending sparks through your core.

He angled his fingers in swift, controlled motions, pressing into the depths of your pleasure, drawing out your breathless moans. “You take my fingers so well,” he groaned, brushing his fingers against your sweet spot— making your toes curl and your legs tremble.

He liked watching you like this, unraveling beneath him from just his fingers alone. Your hands fondled your breast, desperate moans spilling from your lips. He kept his eyes locked on you beneath his glasses as he lowered his head, the tip of his pierced tongue finding your clit. He dragged it down slowly, and when the cold metal of his piercing met your swollen bud, he moved even slower, gliding it against you with maddening precision.

“Armin, fucccck,” you threw your head back, the sensation dragging you to your breaking point. Armin’s fingers still moved inside you, fast and unrelenting— while his piercing traced tight, teasing circles around your clit making you see stars.

He looked up at you, lips slick, breath heavy. “Come on my tongue,” he said breathless, almost like a plea. “Please.”

And you did.

Eyes fluttering, body trembling, falling apart on his mouth like it was the only place you ever belonged.