#aot armin smut

[ramonathinks]

THE GAME | eren x reader, connie x reader, jean x reader, armin x reader, reiner x reader [repost]

Summary: what are you supposed to do when your boyfriend promised his teammates that they could have some fun if they win the championship?

18+, (minors/ageless or blank blogs dni or instant block!) WARNINGS/TAGS INCLUDE: black coded reader, 69, oral, nipple sucking, cum eating, 6some (???), male masturbation, squirting, breeding, dirty talk, nipple play, kissing, handjobs, titjobs, fingering, humping/dry humping, choking, facefucking, pussy spanking, finger sucking, pet names, praise, degradation, hair pulling, teabagging, overstimulation, ball stimulation, snowballing

The final seconds had your heart pounding. Tied and neck to neck the entire game had you almost nauseated. Eren had promised a surprise for you when they won, so sitting there the entire night and biting your nails was all that you could do.

So the touchdown had you jumping up from your seat and running into the field. It wasn’t a surprise but you couldn’t contain yourself. He always kept up with his promises but this one was different, you could feel it.

“Baby!” You shouted and with his helmet barely off he did a lopsided grin and ushered you his way, picking you up with ease. “Oh my gosh, your plays were brilliant! I knew you’d do it.”

He smiled and wiped some of the sweat off of his face before he huffed, “I did it all for you. Couldn’t have embarrassed you now could I?” He winked, putting you down and entwining your fingers together.

“Yeah, of course. We’re gonna celebrate the win now, huh?” He raised his eyebrows a bit before he blinked a few times.

“Uh yeah baby. I just need to talk to you about a few things, okay?” You watched his teammates walking back into the locker room, all of them excited and even giving Eren some thumb-up’s you noticed.

“Mhm.” You folded your arms against your chest. “This tells me I’m gonna be pissed.”

“No, no, no…” He scratched the back of his neck. “Well…” He sucked in his teeth. “Just bare with me. Listen okay?”

So you did. You listened to this surprise he planned for you and the promise he planned for his teammates.

“Are you insane?” Was the only thing that left your mouth. You wanted to slap him. But you couldn’t lie, it had you feeling a way… a jolting joy pulsing between your legs. The way he was describing everything had you sweating.

“It was dumb of me. I know, baby. I just… Remember we talked about this ages ago? Me watching some guys take you and how sexy that’d be?”

You both had talked about it. It was a mutual fantasy but to actually engage in it? You gulped, “I…”

“It’ll just be a one time thing. I promise, you know unless…” He trailed off, a hopefulness in his eyes.

“You owe me big time, I hope you know that.” You grumbled as you walked towards the locker room with him hot on your heels.

It was steamy hot and covered in a white sheet of fog as you walked through, Eren’s hand in yours.

“Eren, yooo!” Called Connie before you finally were able to see him. His tanned skin wet and his slim body had your throat dry. “Ah shit, we doing this right now?” His towel fell to the floor and he grinned at you, his thick cock standing and instantly catching your attention. Dark and thick, enough hair covered around him and his balls bulging.

You felt hot but you bit back a groan, noticing the rest of the few boys circling around you and Eren.

It was overwhelming. These were your boyfriend’s friends… his teammates. They knew you and now…

Now, Eren was pulling your shirt down. Your brown nipples are already hard as you look at the boys over. He kisses your neck a few times as his teammates' eyes wander, a few of them staring at your breast, but they are hard to ignore.

Big perky brown boobs, Eren always seemed fascinated by them, using any excuse to grab and squeeze them. Just like he was doing now, tweaking at your nipples with the rough pads of his fingers.

Until you looked down and realized that it wasn’t Eren. It was Jean, who in a swift second had your legs buckling with just his fingers before he finally put one in his mouth.

Eren’s comforting warmth left you and an unfamiliar big strong chest welcomed you. You knew who it was before you peeked behind you, Reiner. His strong body was easy to recognize just against your back you could feel every ridge and every ab that he possessed. You gulped when his rough hands trailed up and down your back before he kissed the nape of your neck with cold lips, you shivered.

The sensation of two men against your body making you groan. Reiner’s fingers gripped the front of your neck while he whispered in your ear, “You see how he’s looking at you? That’s how I’ve always looked at you… always wondered how you look under the clothes…”

Eren’s eyes were envious and his cock hard in his uniform. Reiner’s voice drowned out as you stared at your boyfriend, his eyes staring deep into yours until your eyes watered and you were overwhelmed on the pleasure — feeling Jean’s mouth on one of your breast, his tongue swirling on the bud before pressing small kisses around your areola, meeting your intense gaze.

As Jean sucked on your left breast and played with the right one. Timid Armin approached with shaky hands and ducked, pulling down your leggings along with your panties.

Moisture was leaking between your thighs and Eren couldn’t help but to speak up, “Fucking slut, huh? You were acting all crazy about what I said but you’re loving it. So fucking wet… never even got that wet for me.” He slipped his hand in his uniformed pants and continued to watch you. His cock only half out as he stroked himself before he told Armin: “Eat her pussy. Eat it all messy. I wanna hear it.”

Armin gulped but nodded. His breath hot before he spread your flesh a bit and sucked on your swollen clit. Wetness gathering at his chin easily, “Oh fuck.” He used his fingers to massage your insides at the same time Reiner finally kissed you full on your mouth and Jean pinched both of your nipples. You gasped, trembling and Reiner shoved his tongue in your mouth. Sucking everywhere and swirling around in your mouth, drool pooled out the corner of your mouth and you felt as if you were going to faint.

Armin held your legs firm, keeping you still as his tongue dug deeper into your pussy. “How’s it taste Armin?” Eren purred, slowly closer to you.

“Fucking,” He slurped. “Fucking delicious.” His tongue circled your clit and you could feel him smiling against your thighs. “She’s so fucking wet.” Slowly blowing air on your clit, he smiled wider when he saw you twitching.

You almost forgot about Connie until you felt him kissing the other side of your neck, “Couldn’t let you forget I was here, right doll?” You felt him grinding on you, his leaky wet cock against your bare thigh made your eyes flutter.

“Please… I—“ You groaned, you were enjoying this too much. Every bit of you is stimulated and being sucked or played with. Your eyes rolled back.

Connie smiled before he circled your lips with his fingers. “I think this pretty baby just needs something to suck on.” Your mouth slowly opened and he slipped his two fingers inside. Massaging the pink wet muscle as you sucked with your eyes closed.

“Fuck, keep doing that… making her wet and so fucking tight. She likes it.” You heard Armin mutter, slipping his fingers in and out of your sloppy wet cunt as Connie’s finger pumped in and out of your mouth.

Jean kissing and sucking your breast, fingers rubbing at the other one and Reiner with his strong hand around your neck and his boner against your ass, he whispered in your ear again.

“You’re such a bad girl… doing all this in front of your boyfriend. Getting this little body played with in front of him… about to get it fucked right in front of him. You like that?” He squeezed at your throat and you moaned aloud.

“Keep talking to her,” Armin hummed. “You’re getting her so soaked.”

“Oh… you like my voice baby? You like when I talk to you, hm?” Your body felt hotter. “We’re gonna take care of you…gonna make you feel really good okay?”

“O-ooh…Okay. Okay.” Armin plunged three fingers deep inside, turning and stretching them inside of you.

“I need her to suck my fucking dick. I can’t take it anymore.” Connie groaned.

Seconds upon seconds and the heat from everyone’s touch disappeared and you almost cried, tears already in your eyes. “Shhh.” Jean rubbed the sides of your stomach. “Just trying to make you more comfortable, okay?”

You listened and allowed him to move your body as he pleased. Laying you down on one of the benches and spreading your legs. “Fuck… such a pretty pussy.” He spread your lips, dragging a finger down your wet heat.

“Now baby,” Connie said to you from above. You couldn’t see him, just the blurriness of his cock that was so close to your face. “Open wide.”

You gulped and invited him inside. His cock twitching just from your breath. He felt you swallow around him and he took his lip between his teeth. “Oh fuck.”

“She’s got a good mouth on her, huh?” Eren said as Connie slid in deeper before pulling some out, just to repeat it again. Eren’s cock still hard as he pumped himself, clearly edging.

“Fuck yeahh!” He huffed, feeling you swirl your tongue all over his veiny cock. Moving your hands from your side, to cup his balls.

Connie grabbed the sides of your face and put his cock in so deep, that his pelvis was the only thing in your line of vision. It didn’t stop you from squeezing his balls again.

You felt your other hand move and wrap around a slippery wet cock and while Connie pounded at your throat, you heard Armin groan.

Moving your hand up and down, hearing the echoes of wet noises and soft moans, you felt yourself getting ever more drenched.

Moaning around Connie’s cock, you scraped the sides with your teeth a bit and he moaned even louder, liking it. You smiled to yourself and kept going.

Armin spit on your already wet cunt and messily shook his head, watching it drip before he slurped it back up in an instant. Pulling your flesh with his teeth, he sucked a fold in and rubbed circled motions up and down your clit. Your legs were shaking but you just continued to lick and slobber all over Connie’s thick length. Your pussy throbbing as your hips jerked away from Armin’s hungry lips.

“Stay still,” He mutters, but you're just so sensitive that you can’t, almost kicking him away. His tongue is brutal and heavy as he sucks and slurps his way down, your feet curl when he gives you another long suck, a moan deep in his throat and you feel it all throughout your body. You can barely focus on him, your mouth sucking Connie in and your eyes on your sexy boyfriend, in the corner.

“Ah, don’t focus on him. This isn’t about him…” Reiner’s alluring voice comes again and your eyes are on his. His mouth blowing cool air on your perky nipples. “You’ve been slacking on Jean, keep moving your hand for him baby,” Gulping around Connie, you listen and as you stroke his cock, never taking your eyes off Reiner’s, who’s sucking on your tits like he expects milk to come out. You can hear Eren moaning in the background and for a split second you look over to him and meet his eyes, lusty and dark before a hard jolt rings throughout your body. An echo of wetness and a slick slap on your cunt and you flinch, popping Connie out of your mouth to look at Armin.

But it wasn’t Armin’s hand, it was Reiner’s.

“Didn’t I say not to focus on him?” He grabs your jaw and forces you to look his way. “Don’t be a bad girl. You’ve been such a good girl all this time, listening to me. Don’t mess that up.” Your body shivers and it's hard not to look over at Eren, but the intense look in Reiner’s eyes lets you know he means business. Moving his hand down from your jaw, he trails it down to your neck and gives it a small squeeze, looking you deep in your eyes. His other hand grazing your cunt, ready for you to disobey him. “Just what am I going to do with you, hm?”

He kisses you, your mouth full of precum and spit, but he doesn't care how dirty it is. Your eyes roll into the back of your skull and you're gasping, as he kisses you so roughly. His tongue curling into yours and licking every piece of you. You hear Armin whispering about how soaked you’re getting and Connie jerking himself a bit loudly in your face, Jean mutters a small fuck at how youre gripping him so tightly now. The kiss only deepens and you're both sucking on each other, swirling your tongues together and his hands pulling at your nipples, gripping and twisting them. He pulls back and watches as some spit disconnects from your mouths. “Been wanting to do that for a while.”

“Oh, fuck.” Eren moans, his hips jerking and cumming shooting out of his achy cock. But even with the cum leaking, he continues to jerk himself. Connie, uses this time to grip you hair and pull you back down so that you’re lying on your back and rub his cock all over your face.

“C’mon, mama, welcome me back into that throat. Ohhh, just like that. Just need to come, right here. Probably can get you pregnant just like this, hm?” He jokes, pushing himself back inside with a sway of his hips. His pace is even more brutal, probably from feeling neglected.

Jean removes your hand from him and rubs his aching cock onto your breast, while Reiner sucks on the other one, his eyes shut. Armin, slurps up the bits of your slick up before he sits up – sitting on top of you and pressing the weight of his cock against your cunt. “Oh fuck, never been this hard in my life.” He’s aching as he slips his cock out. He's sliding his cock between your wet folds, your body completely over-stimulated. “You’ve always been so nice to me. Now, I’m gonna show you, just…just how much I appreciated you.”

Slipping inside of your wet heat, he groans. “Oh fuck.” He stills, feeling you clamp down on him, his hips flush against yours. Your body is completely filled. Connie eases his cock out of your mouth, your lips wet before you lick them again, he groans and slips it in and out at the tip, your tongue lapping at his wet tip a few times. Slipping his cock out completely, he dips his ball into your mouth and you suck, “That’s nice… such a good girl–Ah! Your tight fucking mouth…” Dipping his full balls in and out of your mouth before putting his cock back into your mouth. Your hand squeezing and massaging his heavy balls as you continue with sucking and choking on his cock, you could feel his cock all the way in the back of your throat. Jerking his hips into your mouth quickly, so close. “Oh baby, you like that?” Breathlessly, your eyes roll back again as you suck deeper. “Oh shit, I’m gonna fucking c-cum.” His legs shake and he grips your throat as he pounds inside before he stills, cum leaking down your mouth, but you keep swallowing.

Armin’s groaning against your stomach as he ruts inside of you, sloppy as you milk his cock. “Swirl your hips just a bit, that’s just how she likes it.” So he does, and you can fill every thrust he gives you. “See how wet she gets?” Eren rubs at your clit, watching your cunt suck in more of Armin. Fucking his cock into you so slowly as you both moan.

“Isn’t she so pretty like this, boys?” It’s the first time in a while you heard your boyfriend’s voice and your eyes are fluttering as you smile. Reiner opens your mouth and your tongue slips out, to which he sucks on. Swirling his tongue against your cum covered tongue.

“Very pretty.” Jean says, his voice strained. His cock throbbing, rubbing his cock up and down your body. Armin’s eyes watching his cock slipping in and out, so much of your cum coats his cock, your legs shaking as you grind your hips against his.

“I think she needs something in her mouth again, Jean…” Reiner taps his shoulder. When Jean finally sinks into your mouth, Armin feels you tighten around him even more and he truly fucks into you, his hips hard as he pounds into your soppy cunt, moaning and groaning. Pulling himself in and out as you whine against Jean’s cock. Armin pulls your legs up so that they’re closer to your face, your hands on his shoulder while your eyes grow spotty, the tip of his cock hitting all the right places. Gooey and wet sounds as you both throb, your pussy still squeezes him all over before he finally cums inside of you.

You swallow and bob your head against Jean. “Her throat feels so fucking good. Connie, how did you last so fucking long, I’m gonna fucking– cum!” His cock pulses inside of your throat, his warm release coming down your throat.

Everyone steps back and admires the sight of you, naked and cum leaking out. "If we win nationals, then I'll fuck you so good, yeah?" Reiner licks up and down your throat as you grow wet again.

[dilfl0v3rss]

Can you do what you did for Eren for Armin🫡🫡

i couldn’t…

wait to post this😩

“why you running from me? we ‘talking’ remember?” the sinister smirk on armin’s face only grew as he listened to the loud whine you let out. he was fucking you so deep you felt him in your stomach as you tried to inch yourself up from him. of course he dragged you right back, fucking you even harder as he held both of your shoulders to keep you from running again.

when you went over to this man’s house, you forgot to put your phone on do not disturb, and this just had to be the day your ex called you asking about your whereabouts and why your location said you were at someone’s house. “m’with armin” you mumbled, lightly pushing at his chest as the blonde man left sloppy kisses all over your neck, his hand deep in your shorts as he rubbed at your pussy through your lace panties. “why you over there? you fucking him?” armin listened on to your conversation, acting as if he was too focused on your body as he slowly pulled your panties to the side. “n-no….we just talkin” you said, completely missing the way armin’s jaw tightened at your words. the two of you weren’t dating or anything, but he wasn’t someone that liked to be hidden, and that showed through his next actions.

before you knew it, your phone was snatched from your ear. he hung up on your ex before making his way to the edge of the bed, his sweats hung low on his hips as he began to take of his black t shirt. “cmere mama, lemme ‘talk’ t’you” before you could answer, his inked hand was wrapped around your ankle and you were being yanked to the edge of the bed. armin made quick work of taking off your shorts and ripping removing your panties before he flipped you over on your stomach.

without another word he was deep in your pussy, giving you, much deeper strokes that you were used to as he listened to you moan and whine for him to “slow down” and “be gentle”. of course he ignored you, causing you to run from him which led you right here. getting your soul taken from behind as his two strong hands gripped your shoulders to keep you from moving away. “take this fucking dick” his voice only added to your arousal as your wetness began to spread all over your messy pussy.

armin groaned at the sight, strings of your essence connecting the two of you as he fucked you with all of his inches. he quickly let go of your shoulders, gripping the back of your neck with one of his hands before pushing your face down into the sheets. “uhh huh, know you like that mama. your ex don’t fuck you like i do and you know that” he mumbled, ocean eyes glued on the way your pussy sucked him back in each time he stroked you. “so why you hidin me, huh? you embarrassed or sum?” his hips moved quicker, his dick kissing that spongy spot inside of you that made you instantly moan into the air. little squirts of liquid being freed from your pussy each time he reentered you. “n-no da….never” armin quickly leaned up to grab your phone, purposely thrusting into you deeper as he moved to tease you. he lifted you up by your neck, using your fucked out face to unlock your phone before going back to your ex’s contact and throwing the phone back in front of you.

“then call em back and tell em we not doing no ‘talkin’.”

[angelplummie]

thinking about stepdad armin……

cw: stepcest, age gap, contemplating cheating, sexual imagery, horniness

masterlist part 2

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you think you’re home alone. or rather, you thought you were home alone. because now you’re completely naked in the hall of your childhood home, staring into baby blue eyes. they’re blown wide open as he looks down and then right back up. pink erupts under his skin and he opens his mouth to speak, but you don’t let him. wet hair leaving water stains on the carpet, you run back into the bathroom and slam the door closed.

great. you just got home from summer vacation at your uni yesterday, and now it’s going to be awkward for the rest of the two months. you really really thought you were home alone, you thought they were at work. but you’d done it now. blood burnt your cheeks and embarrassment broiled in your stomach.

you did have to admit, your mum’s boyfriend was handsome, you’d thought so ever since you met a year ago. he looked a lot younger than he was, but the maturity with which he carried himself gave him away. he was always put together, refined. he wore silver rings on his slender fingers that you could never keep your eyes away from. he wore timeless clothes that screamed a contemporary elegance. he was always warm and kind and seemed to really want to get to know you. even if it was nothing more than a gesture to your mother, you appreciated it. he would always remember things you had told him in your last visit, always knew the right thing to say. he was so much better than boys your age, so much more real, more developed and solidified. he made you feel safe, made you want to please him. maybe it was because he was just ten years older than you, as he was considerably younger than your mother, you had always felt a certain connection to him. their relationship seemed to have progressed so fast, and you tried to suppress your jealousy, tried to make yourself forget it was ever there. but it was. and now you were even more embarrassed.

but aside from embarrassment, you couldn’t help the throb of your clit, the heavy wet feeling between your pussy lips. he had seen you, all of you. what was he thinking right now? you’re a pretty girl with a pretty body, he can’t be neutral to you right? you had wondered if he thought you were pretty, if he was attracted to you. if really deep down he wanted you. sometimes hugs would be tight and you would hear him inhale in your hair, looks would linger. he touched you unnecessarily, on the knee, on the shoulder, kisses on cheeks. he would take you out to eat, just one on one. your mother loved it, thought it was so sweet of him to make the effort. it made you squirm inside. maybe he was just friendly, maybe you were a crazy little girl, impassioned by the slightest attention.

but maybe he wanted you as much as you wanted him. maybe he wanted you more.

you imagined him on the other side of the door still red faced and flustered, hard in his pants. you imagined it straining against his jeans, his boxers. you imagined him taking it out and you imagined the tip dribbling precum. you pussy spasmed at the thought, the very idea that he wants you.

but now you needed to think rationally, you need to be a big girl. what would someone that didn’t want to fuck their new stepdad do?

you grab a towel, rush back into your room. creaking from around the house told you he was still home, probably feeling too embarrassed to approach you about things. you quickly dry off and get dressed before shooting armin a text that reads:

hi i’m really really sorry about that!! i thought i was home alone but still i should’ve been more cautious. i hope i didn’t mentally scar you 😭

perfect, you thought. it was friendly and normal and completely denied the idea that you thought about him thinking about you in any other way than paternally. which you hoped he did, in a yucky wrong sort of way. you hoped he did view you as something to protect, something that was his in some way. you wish the guilt and repulsion of this realisation made it go away, but it didn’t.

luckily for you, armin was in shambles in the exact way you wanted him to be. after pacing his bedroom for five minutes and he waited for you to leave the bathroom, he had gone downstairs to busy himself with cooking something. as an apology maybe, but mainly to take his mind off what he was never supposed to think about. what he couldn’t get out of his head.

before, it was a benign attraction. a want, not a need. he saw you, watched you. you’re a beautiful girl, it doesn’t make him a pervert to see that. and you’re such a sweet girl, such a good daughter. you were always giggly with him, always receptive. you made him want to be sweet and kind and warm, made him want to take care of you, whether you need it or not. so what if when he got the chance he was a little affectionate? aren’t all good father figures? bear hugs and reassuring squeezes, kisses on cheeks, that’s nothing! he loves your mother, she has her charms in her own little way.

but he would be lying if he hadn’t thought about it, the big it he couldn’t get over. he thought about what you would feel like, what those ever-glossed lips would feel like pressing against his skin. wrapped around his cock. he imagined those big doe eyes watering for him, choking on his cock, or, an even more dangerous thought, whimpering at the stretch in your tight young pussy. the thought of you and your insides plagued him, but he had managed to convince himself it was nothing. that he loved your mother really, and maybe it more of a compliment to her, since you look so alike.

but now, that has all gone out of the window.

how couldn’t it? now that he knew, knew with 100% certainty that your body was just as he had imagined, what could he do? cock aching with want, he sighed for the tenth time in 20 minutes and distractedly chopped potatoes. now he knew your tits were just as jiggly as he imagined, knew how soft you really were, knew you didn’t shave. he knew how sweet your little bush looked, so natural and untouched. he wondered if you’d ever been touched by a man before, but he shook the idea from his head.

he was a bad, bad man. but that didn’t mean he could stop these thoughts.

armin hears his phone ping on the kitchen counter, and takes it in shaking hands. he reads your message, stepping away from the cutting board and rubbing his forehead. what a sweet girl, he thinks. before he can stop thinking, he thinks more. what it would be like to bend your soft body to his will, to feel the undoubtably tight grip of your wet hole. would you still be his sweet girl then? he replies:

no worries at all, i should have made my presence known xx

he sends it with an eleventh sigh, and distractedly returns to his cooking.

in your bedroom, your heart pounds as you see the notification of his text.

oh.

why are you disappointed?

no really, why?

he was sweet and generous and lovely as usual, what were you disappointed about?

a dark cloud forms in your belly, and you know why. it’s because he didn’t reply to the last part of your message. the part you wanted him to reply to the very most. you wanted him to, at the very least, reply to it, acknowledge the absurdity of him being scarred by a body like yours. it’s self deprecating, it demands a rebuttal.

you react with a heart to his message and turn off your phone with a sigh.

maybe he really doesn’t want you, maybe it has been all in your head. it’s a possibility, you suppose. how awful are you, thinking about your mothers boyfriend like this? you’re terrible, a horrible girl. she’s happy. shes happy with him, and after everything with your father, that’s what you want for her.

that was it then. you really would never have him. that was it. forget about it. now.

but he isn’t forgetting about, not at all. he’s still staring at where you liked the message, allowing the water he was boiling to spill over before he turns down the heat. he can’t forget now. how is he doing to cope? two months of you, how was he going to keep this under wraps? even now, he feels tense knowing you’re upstairs, in nothing more than a towel. he knows the smell of your body wash, your conditioner, he knows exactly what your skin would taste like. he knows what your nipples look like, can imagine how it would feel to squeeze your doughy breast.

he feels desperate, clawing out for something he doesn’t understand. he doesn’t want to stop talking to you. he knows he needs to. he has to leave you alone as much as he can, for the sake of these two months. but he doesn’t want to.

so, serval minutes after his first message, he messages you again.

your butterflies swarm your stomach and you suppress a squeal in case he might hear you as your phone lights up again.

you open it immediately, far past caring what it says that you were so quick to read it. the message reads:

and trust me, i’m far from scarred xx

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a/n: i will make a part 2 asap but i need to get this out in the world or i’ll die. reblog if you enjoyed!!

[chosos-mascara]

missed you

armin arlert x reader

(drabble) 18 + minors dni!!

cw: PiV, creampie, one mention of birth control

Armin ruts his hips into you desperately, chasing his orgasm with flushed cheeks, mouth agape and eyes squeezed closed in concentration. He'd been away on an expedition with the scouts for a little under a week, the entire time his mind wondering to question what you were doing; if you were thinking of him, too. He'd move away from the campfire, away from his friends and into a patch of trees to submerge himself within, hopelessly pumping a fist over himself, trying his hardest to picture your tight cunt around him - but it was no use. The highs he'd received from his own right hand had nothing on what your pussy given him.

You sucked the twitching, sensitive member into your walls, a tight squeeze around his tender cock, a moan falling through his lips. Armin was always vocal during sex, something you'd appreciated greatly despite his embarrassment. "M-missed you." The words between your own whines met his ears, brain barely able to make the few words out, though once he'd made sense of the sentence, he'd leaned toward you, a sloppy kiss between haphazard thrusts to show he'd felt the same way about you, even if the first thing he'd done when getting through the door had been pushing you plush to the bed to milk his already hard cock into.

"Feels good." Armin managed to push out the compliment through his scrambled thoughts, another whimper shortly after as he'd felt you squeeze around him, head tilting back. "C-close, baby." Your fingers had been working on your clit to build up the tension within your abdomen, one you'd known the male on-top of your body had felt too.

"Cum for me." His voice was quiet with uncertainty, the instruction not one he'd been used to giving, though when your mewl had met his ear, a roll of your hips upward, he was glad he'd spoken. Armin's heart raced as he watched you through blurred eyes, a string about to snap, a climax awaiting-

"Gon- ah!" His chest inflated with the sharp breath of air, blue orbs leaving your face as he'd squinted, hands grasping onto your hips harder while he'd bullied into you a little less rhythmically, stuttered wails, mouth as wide as it would go.

He'd usually known better than cumming inside - a sheepish conversation between the two of you discussing birth control only a few months ago. But, after he'd needed you so desperately, he'd been unable to control himself and spilled the hot ropes within your walls. Your back had arched at the feeling, a flutter within your chest as you'd felt claimed by him.

He'd pulled himself from you a moment or two after catching his breath, dick twitching as he'd laid back on the bed. "Glad you're safe." Your eyes were closed, but he'd known the look of relief you'd always had when he'd stepped through the rickety door of your home, an expression he wouldn't let himself forget.

[cocotook]

Not so sweet

pairing: Armin x afab!reader

cw: NSFW 18+ only, mean!Armin, toxic relationship, overstimulation, pain, emotional distress, established relationship

It is so easy to fell for Armin. He is a caring man who would do anything for his friends. He is selfless in his belief, which makes you want to become a better person. Armin is intelligent, but will never make you feel foolish.

You loved it all, really.

Sometimes you wondered if he’s your soulmate: somewhere in between him gently holding your trembling arms or placing a reassuring kiss on your temple.

You endlessly adore the kind man standing beside you. But sometimes you think that his kindness is too stretched over everybody alse to be left for you.

His face is embellished with a little smile. Armin always includes some little talks, and you still cannot figure out if he really likes it or just feeling obliged.

‘You’re doing so good, baby. A little bit more, yes, that’s it’ you cannot help but notice how his smile never reaches his darkened eyes.

Sometimes you ignore how Armin likes to make you cum on his cock, and instead of stopping he starts slamming into you harder, his fingers continue making rounds on your clit. At this point the stimulation is rather hurts and you cry out. The sensation stings and you try to move away, eyesight blurred with tears that started forming. But you know because you had lots of opportunities to see it before. You know that in this very moment Armin’s eyes, darker than ever, were crowned with smiley wrinkles. You can feel it through the way his arms held you more violently, pinning in place and sure to leave bruises, which he will apologize for later. You can feel it, the way his cock is twitched inside of you. You can feel it through the way your throat tightened in a slight lick of fear and devout vulnerability under his body.

His hips moved violently, making wet thrusts echo off the bedroom walls, and you let out a hysterical sob.

‘Shh, that’s alright. I am right here’, Armin run his thumb over your cheek wiping a single tear, but there was nothing tender in his touch. When Armin is inside you, he cannot caress your skin anymore. ‘Hold yourself a little bit more for me, ‘kay?’

Sensation started spreading in your tummy again, despite pins of pain resonating from your abused clit. Maybe it is the way his tip slams into your cervix with each hard thrust. Maybe there’s just something wrong with you, and you get off of the thought that Armin is the happiest when you’re crying beneath him. Some little devil grain of sand inside your soul because there must be something that still makes you love him.

[cafedanslanuit]

⌘ — pairing: armin x reader

⌘ — tags/warnings:+18, HEAVY SACRILEGIOUS CONTENT (mainly catholic), oral sex (m to f), a bit of roughness and manhandling from reader, religious imagery

⌘ — a/n: thank you to the anon that helped me get back no track and finish this chapter <3 this was supposed to be part 5, but it got too long so i decided to divide it in two. lots of serious things were discussed in part 5, and in this one they both get to relax a little. in their own way ofc heh

⌘ — length: 2.2 k

⌘ — masterlist

PART 6

For someone that was not used to questioning things, Armin was finding it difficult to repress his feelings. He was well aware he had close to no experience regarding romance and dating and yet, there wasn’t a part of him that didn’t resonate with the love he had for you. This was more than finding you pretty, more than the excitement that came with surrendering to you— he couldn’t even understand how he managed to breathe before you entered into his life. 

You had gotten into his bloodstream. As your hands roamed around his body, he felt himself melting in your touch, both overwhelmed and craving for more in the same breath. Your leg was resting between his, his crotch grazing your thigh and he wondered if you noticed how hard he was after just kissing. Would you think it’s too much? Were you holding back a chuckle at the effect you had on him?

For a second, he didn’t care. Pleasure swarmed his body in ways he had never experienced before, and all he wanted was to keep the feeling― and if he could, share it with you.

“I want to make you feel good,” he muttered against your lips.

Your smile sent shivers across his spine and another pleasurable sting between his legs.

“Yeah?” you hummed. You let your fingers run across his scalp, relishing in the shudder that he released. “How do you wanna do that?”

Armin’s fists closed around your blouse, his kisses never stopping as he tried to come up with the right words. His lips left yours as he made his way down your neck, kissing every part of your exposed skin in reverence. He stopped at the base of your throat and wavered for a second. Pressing his eyelids together,  he pressed his palm on the small of your back to stabilize himself.

“With… with my mouth,” he said, his voice barely a whisper. You felt your mouth salivating.

“Do it, then.”

“I don’t know how,” he confessed.

Even with his cheeks burning, he let you manhandle him until he faced you again. Your eyes studied his for a moment while you pushed back some stray hair out of his face. His eyes had darkened from moments ago, innocence and determination both equally as strong as he looked at you. You cradled his face with your right hand and softly stroked his bottom lip with your thumb.

“No one knows at first,” you explained in a soft voice. “You just kind of… try it out. I’ll tell you what feels good.”

Armin nodded before lightly kissing your thumb.  An amused smirk spread on your face before you bit your bottom lip playfully. 

“C’mon, get on the floor. On your knees.”

Even with its novelty, the view felt familiar, you thought. As you sat up, you watched in silence Armin scramble off the bed and then obediently kneel next to it, sitting on his heels. You positioned yourself in front of him, taking a moment to relish in the image of his adoration and submission― for you. Just for you.

“Take my panties off.”

Armin’s cautious hands sneaked under your uniform skirt, softly grazing your thighs as he searched for the hem of your panties. He found them and, after hooking his fingers, he slowly trailed them down your legs. He didn’t miss the glint of your arousal on them as  he slid them off your ankles and felt himself absurdly twitching inside his pants. How could you still have this effect on him? After everything― hadn’t he grown accustomed to your ways?

His big, blue eyes looked up at you, awaiting further instructions.

“Now it’s all you,” you explained, parting your thighs enough to make Armin’s gaze flicker down and then look back at you with rosy cheeks. He gulped and carefully hiked up your skirt, exposing the thighs that had welcomed him to his bedroom earlier and that could easily now become his new doom. He noticed you spreading your legs even further the closer he got, so much that once he let your skirt rest on the top of your thighs, he was almost face-to-face with your core.

For someone that was always so keen on learning, for once Armin didn’t focus on the curves of your folds, but rather on the slick that was covering them, almost making them shine. Holding on to your hips, he breathed against your core, inhaling your scent and letting it dance around his mind. The memories of your chest pressed against his face as your hips rutted on top of him swarmed back, as he could vividly remember a very similar smell filling his room for a good hour after you grabbed your things and left. He would never admit, not even to himself, that he touched himself for the first time that night, right before the warmth of your skin against had left him for good.

“Armin,” your voice took him out of his trance. As he looked up at you once more, his nose grazed your clit, making you shiver. “Taste me.”

A demand or a request, the true intention of your words got lost as soon as they left your lips. Watching you from below, he realized your dishevelled hair, untucked blouse and parted lips were a vision he had only read about before. Even if Armin knew the glow around your body was only a fabrication of his mind, he decided to remember you that way― higher up, open wide, ready to taste.

The first time his tongue touched your folds, you unconsciously buckled against him. Your reaction only enticed him further, giving your core an open-mouthed kiss. He took his time alternating between his tongue and his lips, his curious eyes flickering up at you to monitor your reactions, trying his best to learn the way of your body and align his moves to your pleasure. More than anything, he wanted you to enter, even if only for a few moments, the ethereal haze you always left him in with your touch.

“A little higher, just a― yes, just there,” you sighed, letting your head fall back.

Your hands sank into the mattress as your fingers closed against the sheets. Pleasure was building slowly but surely, and Armin didn’t seem close to stopping or even asking for a break, instead diving in until his nose and chin were covered in your slick too. The hands that had been resting on your hips slid upwards, setting on your waist. His hold was both strong yet not constricting, both keeping you in place but also letting you rut against him if you wanted― and that was exactly what you did. Armin focused right where you had directed him, his lips closed around your clit as the tip of his tongue flickered over it.

“― little softer,” you whispered. “Faster, faster. God― fuck, yes, like that,” you whined, just as Armin finally got the hang of the pressure and speed that made you roll your eyes. One of your hands moved to his head, and it was his turn to moan when you grabbed a fistful of his hair. “Shh,” you softly chastised him a weak laugh escaping your lips as you did. You loosened the grip a little and he let out an apologetic hum and soon he was back at it again.

Throughout his life, Armin had been on his knees more times than he could count, yet he couldn’t recall a single time where he had felt both as lost and as complete as he was between your legs. Pressing his thumbs against your stomach, he continued to delve into you, trying to emulate the exact movements he did to cause you to curse so nicely before. An emotion aligned with pride was starting to bloom in his chest, and he would be damned if he never made you sound like that again.

As his lips stayed around your clit, he alternated from gently sucking to flicking his tongue up and down. He felt your thighs starting to close around his head, and he looked up at you again, just at the right time to watch your eyelashes flutter as your eyes rolled. The tightness of his pants was starting to hurt, but there wasn’t anything on Earth that could make him stop from making you fall apart and visit the place Armin always thought Heaven was supposed to be like.

Your hold on his hair tightened but this time, he did his best to control himself, keeping his eyes on you the whole time. His tongue moved side to side and then went back to his up-and-down motion― a cross, if you may. Once he realized this, he got himself even more lost in the pleasure, his whole body burning down on the floor of his bedroom. Another curse fell from your lips and Armin felt your legs starting to uncontrollably shake. He quickened the pace of his tongue and soon enough, your hips started to desperately buck against his face as your hand kept him in place.

Watching you lose control of your always carefully collected expression felt like finding the main exhibition space at a museum, a core memory forming in his hazy mind as he took in every detail of you as you came on his mouth. The strand of hair pasted to your forehead, your flexed fingers around your cheeks, your ragged breathing, your perfume mixed with your release that impregnated his room as you took reign of his body and soul. You were never as beautiful as you were in the moment, he thought. Always composed and taking the reigns on the situation, he could only marvel at watching you unable to do anything but lose yourself in the pleasure he gave you.

Armin could only hope this wouldn’t be the last time.

It only took him softly pulling away after your trembling had ceased for you to push him against your core again. “Don’t stop, don't stop,” you whimpered with no time to curse at yourself for how needy you sounded. “Just― open your mouth, stay there.”

You rocked your hips with a tired and hectic rhythm against his languid tongue, taking your time as you rode out your orgasm. There were still specks of white on your vision and you couldn’t help but wonder what had gotten you so sensitive and weak in the knees for you to react like this. Had it truly been that long since someone had eaten you out? Whatever attempt to recall a past lover turned into nothing but a static sound inside your head as your hips came to a halt and you gently pushed Armin away, who went back to sitting on his heels.

“Fuck,” you sighed, wiping the sweat off your forehead with the heel of your palm. “Shit. Not bad for a first, huh,” you offered, with a small grin. Armin didn’t answer, clearly still in a daze, so you took the opportunity to shuffle on the bed, fix your skirt and sit on the edge a bit more comfortably. The new angle let you notice a small, dark patch on Armin’s grey pants. You raised an eyebrow. “Wait, did you…?”

Armin blinked a few times to collect himself, so the time he took to check his pants was enough for you to realize that yes, he had come in his pants, completely untouched― just by eating you out. Instinctively, you pressed your thighs together, just as the boy on his knees came to the realisation and met your gaze like a deer in headlights.

“I’m so sorry, I―”

“No, no,” you interrupted him, grabbing him by the collar of his white shirt, forcing him to rest his weight on his knees as you brought him closer to your face. “That’s kinda hot,” you grinned. “I like that.”

Your lips met him halfway. The moment Armin’s tongue grazed yours, you taste yourself in him and hum at the feeling. His hands came to hold your face both dearly and as a lifeline, as he moved his lips against yours with every ounce of passion he felt at the moment. You kiss him back, as the remains of your orgasm still run across your entire body, leaving tingles and a pleasant warmth you hadn’t felt in a while.

“I have to say this. I have to,” he sighed, as soon as the kiss ended. You raised your eyebrows in playful curiosity, both at the seriousness in his eyes and the way his thumbs on your cheeks felt awfully comforting. Were you maybe starting to drift off? It had been a nice orgasm after all. “I want to be with you― I want to be yours. And I want you to be my girlfriend. I―”

You chuckled, raising one of your hands to his face. You let your thumb stroke the space between his bottom lip and his chin, which still had remnants of your slick. His lips were swollen and had such a nice shade of pink you wished you could take a photo of them. “You are so cute.”

At this, Armin furrowed his eyebrows. “I mean it. I want you to be with me, I want to be your―”

“Baby. Armin,” you interrupted him. His blue eyes looked into yours intently and you couldn’t help but smile at how dilated his pupils still were. “You’re so sweet, you are. But you’re just pussy drunk.”

“What?” he asked, taken aback. “No, I’m not―”

“C’mon,” you said with a mischievous grin, letting your hand trail down his chest and settle on his belt. Armin visibly gulped. “My turn to make you feel good.”

[swxxtsxcchxrine]

gojo and getou eating you out

toji sucking the stress out of you

eren’s messy mouth

jean loves playing with your cunt

once choso gets a taste of your pussy, it’s all he thinks about

smth toji would post ibsr

geto’s such a bottom feeder

nanami has always been a sloppy eater

when he’s good at multitasking (gojo)

jean the pleasure dom

erens such a tease!

this is the messiest pussy eater i know, he gets down, he don’t play (armin)

[paradisdementor]

Short Imagine | Armin Arlert

"Look at you, and here I thought I'd never make you bring out that dominant side. To think it only took a small kiss from Annie, remind me to thank Eren for the idea later. Now... Show me what you're all about"

🏷: @melanieph @we-are-so-close @myarlert @princess-jaeger

[tonycries]

“She My Best Friend, Yeah We Not a Couple.”

Synopsis. You know it’s wrong to fuck your best friend. But how can you complain when you’re slammed against the library desk and stuffed full of his big cock like this?

Pairing. Multiple x Reader

Content. MDNI, fem! reader, unprotected sex, panties in your mouth (+ some other very heinous things), really fucking dirty, public sex, jealous sex (from his side), pet names (my angel), swearing.

Word count. 1.3k

A/N. My ancestors are prolly so proud of me rn. Art by @_3em on X.

“Best friend” his ass. 

It’s laughable really - the way those other losers think they have a chance with you when you’re begging for his dick every night. 

He’s known you since you were both whiney, snot-faced brats - and right now he’s got you sitting prettily on his lap in a study room tucked on the campus library. Your needy mewls are muffled into the crook of his neck as he holds you steady by your hips, the length of his achingly hard cock nudging the line of your ass. 

Panties hastily pulled to the side, your slick pools on his flushed tip, dripping along his length to his tight balls. Pressing hot, open-mouthed kisses along your racing pulse, he drags his hefty erection teasingly along your dripping folds. 

God, he could feel the way your pussy was clenching desperately around nothing and it was driving him insane. 

Surely that study buddy of yours could wait a few minutes. Who did that scrub even think he was? Eyeing his pretty lil’ best friend like that.

“Hngh- please, I want-.” you whisper into his ear, the heat of your breath sending blood rushing straight to his already rock-hard cock. Your needy whimpers are cut off as he subconsciously thrusts in-between your swollen folds, juices making the prominent veins along his length glisten.

Fuck, this was getting too much for him too. 

“Tell me what you want, my angel.” he leans down to murmur raspily in your ear, sending a trail of goosebumps down your spine. You were so fucking hot. 

That scrub couldn’t even imagine this. How perfect you were. How wet you were for him. How lustful your voice is as you sinfully whine, “I want your cock in me so badly. Want you to fuck me right here. Right now.”

With lightning speed, he’s got you bent against the cold surface of the library desk, painfully hard cock throbbing under the thin material of your panties. You gasp as his length grinds against your quivering cunt.

Having you splayed out so sinfully for him, he’s never been more thankful that the old librarian was such a heavy sleeper - probably wouldn’t wake up for a stampede of elephants if it happened. 

“This shit is getting in my fucking way.” he groans out as a large hand grabs your soaked panties. 

A sharp rip! of fabric sounds throughout the still air of the study room. “Much better.” he grins dangerously, harshly groping every inch of skin now laid completely bare for him.

“Please. Put it in.” you mewl, voice dripping with need for him. Fuck, he’ll never get used to this. 

“Shhh, my angel.” with a low hiss, he bullies his thick cock into your dripping cunt.

“God. S’tight, so tight. Pussy so desperate for me hah- sucking me back in. She doesn’t want me to leave, huh?” he grits out through strangled moans as he sheaths himself completely into your wet pussy. Shit, at this point they’ll hear him and not you.

Warm walls squeezing him to insanity, he fucks you at a feral pace, pulling out till his tip teases your dripping entrance, only to ram himself fully inside once more. 

“Ah! Hngh- It’s too much. Please!” 

He would never get to know the feeling of your snug cunt desperately sucking his cock back in every time he rams into you. He would never get to feel the way your walls clamp down on him, struggling to adjust to the burning stretch of his thick cock. He could never make you feel this good.

That loser probably has a small dick anyway.

He drinks in the pornographic ah! ah! ah! leaving your mouth at each harsh thrust, feeling intoxicated off the animalistic cadence of his hips, and the thick white ring of slick forming at his base. 

“Shit. Always so good f’me, my angel.” he groans, your pretty moans only making him thrust impossibly deeper in a way that has you scrambling to hold onto the table for support. 

His throaty groans and the merciless slapping of his heavy balls against your ass echoes across the room as his fingers dig deep purple marks into your hips.

“S-someone’s gonna hah- hear-” 

“Then we must be quiet, hm?”

Before you have a chance to process what’s happening, the wet panties that were tightly gripped in his hand are now stuffed into your mouth. You moan around the large fingers forcing themselves inside, cold rings stretching your mouth as much as your cunt.

His cock twitches as he forces you to taste yourself, feeling you getting impossibly wetter. That’s his girl. 

He could never fuck you like this. 

Moans now muffled by the fabric in your mouth, his saliva-coated fingers move down to draw rough circles on your clit - making you yelp at the stimulation. 

He knows someone could walk in at any moment - and a part of him actually wants it to happen. Let them see, he thinks. At least then those fuckers would finally take a hint.

A soft whine of his name snaps him out of his pussy-drunk thoughts, blown-out eyes now meeting your dazed ones as you lock eyes with him over your shoulder. Lipstick smeared, tears clinging to your lashes, and panties half-hanging out of your kiss-bitten lips.

Ah, actually scratch that - he’s gonna keep his pretty lil’ best friend all to himself.

“Shhh, my angel. I’ve got you.” he towers over you, pressing a trail of kisses up the curve of your spine before angling your neck to attach his lips with yours. He delights in your surprised squeal, clearly not expecting him to kiss you with your panties still in your mouth. But for you, he’d do anything.

Cock twitching, your feet almost lift off the ground as the rhythm of his hips gets harsher. He intertwines his tongue with yours, sweet slick-soaked panties wrapped in the middle. Fuck, he was going insane at the contrast of your soft tongue with the lacy fabric of your panties, hand around your neck getting tighter.

You moan incoherently as he sucks on your tongue, drool dripping down the corner of your mouth and onto the polished library desk. 

It was so fucking lewd. Doesn’t matter how many losers swarm around you - none of them deserved you. None of them could fuck you like this.

Your sounds of pleasure get more and more frantic as his cock still slams inside you relentlessly, ringed-fingers continuing their abuse on your clit - getting closer and closer to what you crave.

He can feel the way your walls flutter so snugly around him. God, he’s so fucking turned on that he doesn’t know whether the heartbeat he feels between his legs is his or yours.

Neither of you have to wait long. His tongue still continues its dance with yours, around your soaked panties, as you both cum with a muffled moan. 

Your pussy clenches around him as you climax him as if to milk his cock for all he’s worth. And you do, thick ropes of his hot cum painting your pulsing hole white. 

Riding out both your highs, he fucks his cum into you animalistically - feet lifting off the floor at his firm grip on your waist and the sheer power of his rough thrusts.

So messy. Damn, he has to send the librarian an apology gift later - a fruit basket or something, he wonders, barely lucidly. 

His mind is still foggy as he pulls his sensitive cock out, and pockets your panties for a lonely night without his dear best friend. Promptly plugging his fingers in your quivering pussy, cum smearing on his fingers, he mutters out a quick “Keep it inside.”

Walking out of the heavy, sex-filled atmosphere of the study room, he bumps into that fucking study buddy of yours - running late and clearly surprised to see him there.

With a slow smirk, “Sorry in advance, my girl made a bit of a mess in there. Hope you don’t mind.”

Hey, this is what best friends are for, right?

- GOJO, GETO, Choso, Tsukishima, ATSUMU, SUNA, Oikawa, Kuroo, EREN, Armin

A/N. Teehee *blushes like a slut*

Longfic Sunday incoming if I manage to write 6k words by tomorrow.

Plagiarism not authorized.

[rumisgf]

backshots with eren are absolutely lethal. like, just imagine.

your head is completely buried into the pillow. eren has your back arched real good for him, one hand on your back to keep it that way. you huff out a moan which each of his thrusts, your slick painting his cock and slowly dripping down your thighs as he’s working your third orgasm. you lean yourself forward in an attempt to give yourself mercy, only for him pull you back all the way on his dick. any time you raise a hand to push him back or brace yourself, he slams it back down and tightens his grip on you. it’s all so dirty.

“fuck ren- i can’t- fuckkk…”

“uh uh, stop running. take this dick.”

he takes a hand and slaps your ass, adding to his collection of red/dark purple marks he’s created. you can barely hold yourself up and as bad as you wanna tap out, he just feels so good.

“s-so good…’s too much.”

and he wouldn’t stop anyway, the lewd sounds of your cunt squelching with every thrust and the view of your ass moving back against him is sending him to heaven. not only that, he knows you love this almost as much as he does.

“throw that ass back. yeah, just like that. my good little girl.”

no matter how rough he was you did what you were told and you took him so well, you really are such a good girl for him. your ass was slamming against him as you took every inch of him, you slurring your words and moaning out for him like a prayer.

“s-so wet..y’ make me so wet..”

and oh, he knows. no matter how much you joke around or are too embarrassed to admit it, eren goes to sleep at night knowing no one could ever have you screaming like this, only he knows how to have you soaked in a matter of seconds.

© rumisgf

[stxrrydreamss]

“Did you hit?” “She’s so bad.” “Was it good?”

“No. She fell asleep in my arms knowing she’s safe from guys like you.”

Armin, Jean, Levi, Kirishima, Izuku, Bakugo, Hawks, Aizawa, Senku, Gen, Tsukasa, Saeyoung, Saeran, Zen, Jumin, V, Yoosung

[mommypieck]

⌗︙・armin doesn't like when you masturbate ⸜⸜・

i feel like armin would get really pissed off if he found you masturbating. he's trying to fall asleep until he feels you moving beside him. he turns around only to find you with your hand rubbing your clit. he rarely gets really mad, but you touching yourself without him, makes him furious.

"what do you think you're doing?" he raises his voicethorwing the sheets away from the bed. he doesn't waste any time letting you explain the situation as he pulls your panties down so that he can position himself to your opening.

of vourse you are already soaked when you were so close to your orgasm. he thursts in with one deep stroke, hitting your cervix. he's mean with his thrusts and his only goal is to fuck that behavior out of you. how could you even think about that? is he not good enough?

"how does this cock feel, love?" he asks you, his hand curling on your neck. you moan at his words as you try to explain how good he is at fucking you, but it's too much for you.

"i can't hear you," armin says, "that means i have to go even harder."

you yell out at the next thrust. he's bullying your pussy at this point and you feel bad for being so close. he's usually a sensual lover and this is a new experience for you.

"are you close? because im gonna cum inside of you." in that moment you realize he's not wearing a condom, making the situation way more exciting. you can't hold it anymore and you cum on his cock, your body trashing all over the bed.

it's a heavenly feeling, you have never felt like this before. you had orgasms with armin, but nothing could top this one.

he cums too, filling you up with his warm cum. it feels a bit weird, but you think you're gonna start liking it. something about him cumming inside is just so nasty.

"don't do it again, okay?" armin breaks the silence, "and does this mean you like when i fuck you like a slut?"

[chrollohearttags]

the baby trapper | armin artlert

armin wants to make sure you don’t ever leave him. Even if he has to resort to desperate measures

content + themes: porn w/ a little plot, toxic armin making his triumphant return, baby trapping (new to writing this so forgive me if it doesn’t sound right), slight yandere vibes (?) missionary, rough sex, daddy kink, breeding (dk what it is with this man and breeding 😫), unprotected sex, he’s so terrible but he’s so sexy

wc: 1.7K

📝: trying to get my steam back a little and I also couldn’t stop thinking about @levisbaldheadedwh0re and his five baby mamas 😭😭 I’d like to think this is how his ass got them.

── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ.─── ── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.

you’d told yourself no..you’d said it time and again that you were done. That this would be the very last time you’d see him..that he didn’t deserve you. All of which were false except the latter. Because somewhere in the back of your consciousness, you knew…you knew it’d always be this way. A tumultuous, repetitive cycle of breaking up and making up even harder. Telling him you hated his guts only got him to be in yours hours later; saying how sorry he was and you’d always forgive him without pause. But this time, he couldn’t be certain…the risk of you actually following through on your promise was far too great. You made it abundantly clear that if he didn’t get his shit together, you were breaking up with him. And to take things a step further, you were moving out of this city and leaving his ass behind entirely. The prospect of you moving onto bigger and better things..new job that paid amicably, an apartment on a nicer side of town than where you currently were and of course, a better man. You had every intention of doing so too. That was until…

“Keep fucking me!…just like that. Right there..”

“Right there, baby? That’s your spot, ain’t it?..squeezing me so fucking tight—“

until you made the rather ignorant choice to make one last visit to the toxic, selfish man known as Armin Artlert. Giving your final plea of sorts; hoping that he’d beg your forgiveness and vow to be a better boyfriend. Because although he wasn’t the best fit for you in the slightest, there was still some semblance of love there. A part of you cared so deeply and didn’t want to let him go. But the truth was, that was pure, unadulterated lust! The connection you felt for him was nothing more than an attachment to his sex..the way he fucked you was incomprobable. Hadn’t met a man who could make you feel the way he did physically. Despite causing you pain in every other area..regardless, you looked past it once he got you out of your clothes and on his mattress, practically breaking the bed frame trying to put you through it.

“Arminnn!….oh my gosh..”

coiling both your wrists and ankles into his grasp, he’d keep you in place, pounding into that core with consistent strokes. Each one going deeper and deeper..drumming out loud whimpers and arousal all the same. A sheath of your juices were leaking onto the sheets, along with staining his cock. He didn’t care..he desired more. Almost as if he were addicted to it. You were already overstimulated; afraid that you couldn’t take another orgasm. All of this came only after he had eaten your pussy to the point of tears. Yet, here he was..determined to get more than his fill. Those blonde locks plastered to his forehead due to the pouring sweat trickling down his body. He always got this way when he was inside of you. The only time he’d give you his all; completely devoted to ensuring that you received the ultimate pleasures. Trembling and shaking, (y/n) gazed into those icy colored eyes, each of which were teeming with lust for you as he finally faltered his speed a little. Those arms..each toned and laced with detailed tattoos stood at your side like that of pillars. “Yes, baby? Something on your mind?”

at the moment, it was completely blank. Your brain dumbed and fucked out by his unrelenting resolve. Not to prove he would treat you right but to ensure that you didn’t go elsewhere. That even if you decided to get in that car tomorrow, drive miles away and never look back, he’d be forever imprinted in your memory..

“I-I can’t..no more, baby. Please…oh my gosh.”

however, that wasn’t the only way that Armin was planning to leave his mark on you. Because little did you know, he had devised a plan to ensure that the two of you would be bound for a lifetime. Whether you wanted to do so or not..

“No more? Oh, sweetheart..I know you can give me so much more than that..” his voice mirroring that of a very nefarious villain. Even patting your cheek and sliding a thumb between your lips for a small semblance of comfort. You looked so cute and utterly pathetic. So much so the sight made him twitch whilst buried to your hilt. That swollen cock head pressing directly against the entrance of your womb. He hadn’t been entirely honest when he invited you over for what he called “one last talk.”..hell, he had no intentions at all of sitting down and discussing the state of your relationship, what he could do to resolve it or how to be a better man. His one and true objective was to get you pregnant! He wanted you to be with his child, so that no matter where you strayed, you’d be reminded of him. He’d constantly tell you how he wanted you to have his baby and that you’d look so pretty carrying it. But you couldn’t in good faith raise a child with someone as irresponsible as Armin! His employment was constantly fleeting, he lacked all the skills required to care for another human being and you didn’t want that risk. But you truly had no choice..no choice but to lie there and take every inch of him as your beautiful brown eyes rolled to the back of your skull. As that appendage left an imprint in the pit of your belly, kissing the inner corner of that cervix. Your legs flailing midair and your toes curling to the max. He wanted to keep you like this forever..admire and treasure his most precious possession..

“I mean..I bet if I do this..” suddenly, you’d feel that swelling tension in your loins deepening when he rubbed your clit with his free thumb. “No wait!—“ “..you’ll come so hard, I won’t even be able to stay inside of you.” His voice is so condescending but soothing in a way. He gave you sweet nothings with the most sour of intentions. Knowing that he wasn’t going to allow you to leave here tonight without every last drop of his seed in your womb. Until he saw the lines on that test indicating a positive result. He needed it..he needed you so fucking badly!

“So that’s why I want you to take it…take all this fucking dick, sweetheart. You’re such a good girl..the only one who can get all of my nut. So do it..take it just like you did the other ones.”

it was then that those vigorous thrusts would resume. Even harder than before and he didn’t care that he had now freed your hands and you were utilizing them as a means to slow him down. He’d merely put them right back where they started. “If you can’t keep your hands to yourself, beautiful. I guess I’ll just have to hold them again.” Meanwhile, he’d release another maniacal laugh and shove his tongue between your lips; swirling it around your own until you were whimpering into his mouth. He had maximized his speed and was rutting those hips until you felt him to the hilt. That tight cunt made even more constricted by his previous loads that had been sloshing around. Throbbing and leaking as he thrashed you around. His thick girth and long length fill every sector of you. He had full dominion over this body and wasn’t letting go!

“Are you gonna do as I asked, baby? You’ll do whatever I want, right?..”

“Y-yes, daddy! Fuck meeee..”

“And you’re not going any fucking where, isn’t that right?..”

“No…oh my gosh, just don’t stop.”

your answer seemed to satisfy his ego well enough and that was all he needed to persist. Smirking down and rewarding you with another kiss, Armin gently stroked the side of your face before leaning back up.

“That’s right, baby. Get used to calling me daddy..because I want to get you pregnant. Fill that pretty pussy up..you ready?” You’d vehemently nod with tears in your eyes. Begging for him to do so..to make you his forever. With only a couple more strokes, he’d take an inch or so out and for his final thrusts, slow down.. “..c’mon, beg me. Lemme hear you say that shit. Tell me you want my babies..tell me you want me to get you pregnant.” Leaving you no option than to do so and truth be told…

“Come in me, daddy! Please..give it to me..”

“There we go…now hold still..”

you wouldn’t want it any other way! Finally, he’d come to a halt and you’d feel that earlier throbbing increased tenfold. All that mounting tension of being between those tight walls had finally caught up and he couldn't hold or pull out. “Ah—haaa..shit, coming!”

pulling you into his chest, Armin would empty every last remnant of his cum into your womb, filling your stomach with every ounce, joining the other two that had followed before. You were stuffed to the brim; overflowing with the warm, white substance by the time he finished. Those strings of silky fluid didn’t come without a chorus of empty ‘I love you’s’ and tearful cries. He made you linger on every word. Hold on to hope that he meant what he spoke. But even if there wasn’t a hint of truth in his statement..

“Thank you, sweetheart…for letting me fill you up..look at that. Gonna look so pretty with my baby..I love you.”

it was too late. You were already trapped inside of his web!

[merakidoll]

what if he let’s you ride his abs in the morning?

your naked body shook from the cool air. he layed below you with only his shirt off, his nipples were hard, the jewelry glistening from the morning sun light. “you like it baby doll?”

whining, you rutted your hips harder pushing your pussy more into his six pack. the build up wetness that made a mess on him aloud you to move easier, his hands moved around your body, skimming through your handles, to your gut squeezing it, he flexed his body making your clit go sensitive

“ohgod!” throwing your head back your bonnet fell off landing on the white comforter, nails dinging into the sides of his chest. “you got this mama” his thumbs circles your nipples pushing on them “so close hm?”

“i - i can’t” “you can, now!” his words got aggressive setting you off the edge, your juices dripping out of your hole making a puddle on him that dropped off onto the sheets.

eren, armin, onyankopon, gojo, choso

[lazyexcuse]

*Y/n and Levi training*

Levi, wiping the blood from his lips with a smirk: “Oh yeah? Is that the best you can do?”

Y/n, holding back tears: “Yeah actually, I’m trying really hard..”

Levi, standing up straight, shocked: “Oh.. ok.. hey— it’s ok—“

[sintiva]

ARMINNEEEEE

church boy armin whose parents are very, very strict, and when i say strict, i mean they have him under a radar. there’s no door leading to his bedroom, he wasn’t allowed a television, walls bare, only scriptures and testaments hung upon them. he turned his phone in every night, even as a 19 year old living with his parents. bible study was every wednesday, and on those days he couldn’t have his phone, or any friends over, though he’s never been allowed to bring any over prior.

then one wednesday everything sorta changed. one day at bible study he met you, his complete opposite.

the reason for your attendance differed on a completely different magnitude. you were always out partying; drinking and smoking. recreational activities armin never got the chance to even consider participating in. your parents were fed up, you were wild, it was in your blood, you couldn’t settle down so they decided to implement their own jurisdictions — church. “ you’re cute.” you plop down in the chair next to him, his cheeks beet red, and his blue eyes peered over his big, ugly round frames. in loser fashion he wore a crisp pair of khakis and the ugliest sweater with orange, green and purple diamond pattern. he was cute, at-least his face was, but his outfit — not so much.

he ignored you, but he couldn’t ignore your scent. citrus, vanilla, lavender? a hint of something foreign. a scent he never had the pleasure and hassle of spraying away. he ignored you, turned his head to the side and flipped to whatever page to keep him from looking at the number one restriction his parents set for him — girls! you didn’t like that one bit, but the more you went to church the more you would tease and chastise him. chasing after him like juice with liquor. playing with him, acting innocent, sneaking all over the place with him. the parents didn’t like that at all, and they threatened him over and over, “you’ve been acting different. it’s cause he’s with that girl.” they’d yell over and over during dinner. their arguments and claims were so oversaturated that he’d just learn to shut them out. his time with you

it was that girl who made him a complete, whimpering mess in the comfy confines of his parents king size bed. “w-e shouldn’t, not in hereee.” mumbles weak and feeble, lost in the gargling of his own spit. “are you asking me to stop, ‘min?”

“i can stop if you want me to-“ you lower the tip of you index finger to his slit, “but do you really want that?”

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anddddd scene! 🤝🏽