Its pride month and both me and my best friend are bisexuals, recently she's had a FAT crush on crispin from class of 09 but there are ZERO crispin fics so I really want to get someone to write her a personalised fic as a pride month present. If anyone is willing to figure something out with me PLEASE reach out!! My ig is @abismyl_ if you want to contact me on there. She's consented to me showing you a photo of her for reference while writing if you find that to be something helpful during this idk I just want her to get the fanfic she deserves!!
ur nerdmin works are literally the best, idk i feel like u capture him so well? i’m like a dog licking every crumb u make of him
can u please make one inspired by the fanart where’s he’s at the party and he shows his tongue piercing????? he’s a freak!!!!!!! i would eat this up so good 😋
omg stopp that's such a sweet damn compliment, i love you for it baby!!
ouuuuuuuu boy do i have something for youuuuuuuuuuuuu....
visuals: 1 … 2 … 3 … 4 … 5 … 6 … 7
baby yuh tight!
now after you and armin's little escapades of yk mostly oral, it led you to believe that it was just that. a little dalliance. you helped him and his oral fixation, and he helps you relax. it's the perfect thing to get you through the grueling years of university especially with your course dragging your ass.
it'll start with him watching you scratch your head, huffing and puffing, sighing and exasperating over those stupid essays. and he'd crawl between your legs like a sneaky cat, asking for snacks. and then straight to pleasure palace for both you and him!
yet armin couldn't help but clench his jaw at the sight of you with another man around your arm. it made him, angry? jealous? possessive? he didn't know, all he knew is that he didn't like it.
so you can't blame him when his fists started clenching at the sounds of your giggles and some random bastards voice. amidst the sweaty bodies, with the loud music blaring and lights flashing, he could still hear your sweet voice engaging in conversation with that bastard eren. he didn't like it, not one bit. but what could he do? snatch you away? beat eren up? fat fucking chance. armin had fought eren once and got beat the fuck up so he knew he stood no chance. i mean look at the poor kid. those thin arms. who the hell was he going to fight? his hairdresser? i mean i wouldn't blame him.
either way, he had to come up with something, fast. he liked you. like, like liked you. a lot. before he could think, he found himself walking towards your beautiful figure, watching as that strange man leeched and leered at your full tits.
he watched as eren's eyes moved up and down with every jiggle of your boobs. fuck, that should've been him not eren's fatass. now armin was mad.
"hey, Y/N?" armin's meek voice made you turn around to face him. the flashing lights of blue and purple gave him an eerie almost alien like look.
"omg, eren look! it's my roommate; armin!" you squealed, drunkenly.
"yeah, i've seen him around," eren faced to armin and gave him a nasty stare.
"can i ask you something?" armin asked somewhat reluctantly.
"really? now? can't it wait?" you deadpanned.
"please?" he whined.
you tutted and gave eren an apoligetic look before pulling his arm. "what is it you want? me and eren were...hitting it off," you giggled, twirling your hair.
"yeah, i saw. i just wanted to say you looked great," he slammed the bathroom door as you took your place onto the counter. goosebumps from the cold ceramic rose all across your skin. armin noticed and started rubbing his hands up and down your arms. "what are you doing armin?" you smirked. armin cocked his head as his face moved closer to your own. "what does it look like?" he shoved his tongue down your throat as you pulled that back of his hair. he moaned into your mouth like a whiny baby.
honestly, it was cute. armin was cute; with his whimpers that were high pitched and breathy. his fingers trembled as he held you face in them. see, that's the thing about skinny men. despite being thinner than a victorian child, they sure knew how to hold it down. i mean, armin would be munching on your pussy all night long, yet he'd be able to hold your legs up all the way to your ears and keep them there. he had some sort of hidden freaky strength. almost as if your pussy juice gave him the invisible muscles he needed.
all you could think about as his lips grazed your neck and his hand slipped down your dress to fiddle with your nipples. "armin, please...." you breathed out.
"please what?" he slyly smirked. that was the thing. armin was a munch and it make your coochie go woowoo. if this were any other circumstance, you'd probably shake him up a little, i don't know maybe punch him in the mouth. but right now, armin had that pussy in control. you were talking straight out of her, and there was nothing you could do.
"eat me out, make me cum like you always do," you stared into his ocean eyes with heart eyes in your own. as you stared into armin's eyes, he stared into your drunken ones, while your hands fiddled with the button of his trousers. "please, baby? just for me?" you pouted, staring up at him. how could he say no? getting his face wet with your slick was the best part of his day. it was all he thought about, all he dreamt about, all he wanted to be honest.
he bent you over the counter, before scrunching up your dress. "no panties? what a nasty girl," he snickered.
"watch yourself armin, or say goodbye to this pussy," you wiggled your ass as he watched your cunt drip slick all over the place.
armin was a messy eater. as if your pussy wasn't messy enough on it's own. he knew it was a matter of time before your slick would flood the room, and there was only one thing he knew he had to do.
eat you out to completion.
and eat is what he did. his hands stayed spreading your cheeks apart, slapping and jiggling the muscle. he stayed moaning into your sweet hole, tongue piercing flicking against your perked up clit. he groaned into your cunt as you moaned out loud. you had no reason to muffle your moans because of the loud music blaring. his face dug impossibly deeper into your tight hole, with his nose poked at your puckering hole. if its one thing armin knew, it was that playing with your winking hole made you gush.
you squealed out loud while his tongue kept flicking at your clit and he thumbed on your asshole. "armin! tha's nasty," you hummed out as his thumb popped into your tight hole. "that's how you like it, no?" he pulled away and slapped your ass. he sucked on your lips before tonguing your pussy down, stretching it open. as his tongue entered inside, you could feel the ball of the piercing inside your clenching walls all while his thumb stayed in your butt.
you clenched impossibly tight around his tongue, sobbing out loud. it was too much, but nothing you couldn't handle. it was nothing you haven't handled before. "armin!" you squealed loudly. you moaned out loud making him groan even louder. his hands squeezed your cheeks. "fuck, m'cummin! s'too quick!" you whined, wiggling your butt away from his grasp. at least, trying to. his grip tightened hard, giving you no choice but to take his munching. bit by bit.
you didn't know if it was the alcohol in your system, or the blunt you smoked earlier, but you could feel every part of his slick, sharp tongue dragging itself all over your wet pussy. sounds of slurping wetness resounded so loudly, you could swear it would drown out the music. your mouth started watering, with every inch you got closer to your orgasm. "shake it," he moaned out.
"what?" you sounded genuinely confused.
"you heard me. shake your ass," and so you did, without thinking. if only you could see how armin smiled like a fool behind you, huge hearts replacing his pupils. at this point, he was more than desperate to taste the sweetness of your cum on his tongue. he shoved two fingers into your clenching hole before immediately working them in. his lips wrapped around your clit while his two fingers played with your pussy. at this point, you could barely concentrate and hold yourself up while he grinned at your vulnerable state. you started clawing for something to hold, trying hard to run away from his assault on your cunt.
and then his fingers found it. he knew, because then you started screaming and your leg was twitching. like, actual screaming. like, blood curdling screams. all he felt was your cunt clench incredibly hard around his two fingers before you gushed all over him, soaking his face. "oh armin!" you yelled, tearing up. the substances flowing in your system heightened your senses, making you even more sensitive and armin was eating it all up. literally.
"fuck baby, you're so good to me," you whined out loud, as he moved away from your cunt. "armin i want you to fuck me," you ordered, turning around to face him. armin stood up now, his face messy with your slick, blushing hard. you wrapped your legs around him, staring expectantly. "well? don't tell me you're scared?" you teased knowing that your pussy was throbbing from overstimulation.
you cooed, while your fingers toyed with armin's button, pulling down the trousers. "now you're being shy? seriously?" armin patterned up, replacing your hands with his own as he pulled down his boxers. his cock strung up.
it stood, tall and proud, the tip leaking profusely. it was a bright strawberry pink. his cock was long and skinny, and looked like it could reach deep inside of you. it curved upwards as if it were showing off. your cunt clenched around empty air and your mouth watered. you wanted to be stuffed by him. he stood, hand rubbing his neck as he shyly chuckled. you adjusted yourself onto the counter, lifting your legs up so that you were completely spread open for armin to see. your slick cunt dripped all over the surface as your clit visibly throbbed. you took your left hand, spreading your lips apart, the nasty sound of drenched pussy lips making armin sigh out.
he watched as your hole practically invited him in, and started to get impatient. "what are you waiting for, pretty boy?" your breathed. armin hooked your legs and pushed them up to your ears. you could feel his cock rubbing up against your cunt as you bucked your hips. "come on, please..." you whined, while he grabbed his cock and lined it up with your hole.
he winced as he felt you clench around his throbbing tip, he could damn near feel the tears in his eyes. despite his ability to munch on your cunt until you fell asleep, actual penetration was completely different. at least when he was eating you out, it was easy to muffle his moans when he was face deep in your cunt, but now? there was no hiding his whines.
he pushed his cock through the rings of your gummy walls, reaching deep. the stretch was delicious, and you swear you could've cum all over his long cock. "armin, fuck," you moaned out, hands placed onto his chest. he finally bottomed out, his pulsing cock throbbing inside of your pulsating hole. you clenched and couldn't stop while he tried to push in deeper. he whimpered out loud before looking down at where the two of you were connected.
"fuck, Y/N? you feel so good around me," he sobbed. he couldn't move. he knew if he moved, he would've came inside of you and made a fool of himself. "gimme a minute," he grunted, his fingers wrapped around your legs that kept you in place. like i said, he had that weird strength.
he instantly came closer to your body, basically crushing you, so that you could feel him deeper. his bob swayed in your face, as he practically humped you. armin finally found the courage to start moving inside, his cock bumping your cervix.
he whined as your hands started pulling his hair, making him tear up. "fuck, armin..." his thrusts becoming more desperate and intimate, causing your legs to shake. the tighter you clenched, the more erratic his thrusts became. honestly, he was like a dog in heat, desperate.
armin was smart, like really smart. this time, he thrusts again, but more slow and deliberate. you stopped your sighing and small moans, head thrown back. he grinded his cock head into your sloppy cunt. you closed your eyes bracing yourself for whatever fuckary he had up his ass. your back arched, face scrunched and your eyes teared up. "what are you doing?" you asked.
armin shushed you with what little strength he had. the fringe of his bob stuck to his head. you had to give it to him, as wacky as his haircut was, he had such beautiful thick hair. his face scrunched up in concentration, trying his hardest to find that spot. your g-spot.
armin had watched enough porn to know what squirting was. sure, he could eat you out until you sobbed all night, or fingered your pussy until your squeal and scream, but he wanted to dick you down until you couldn't stop squirting. and he was gonna do it, if it was the last thing he would do. to be completely drenched in your nasty juices that he'd happily drown in.
one more calculated thrust from the nerd, and that's where he found it. he knew because he made that grunt you do when he's made you feel especially good. armin practically started glowing as he realised that he's actually found your g-spot. he knew that this was the perfect trick to make you squirt everywhere. "armin, move!" you screamed, tearfully, a ring of thick cream leaking on his base. a sensation - unfamiliar - built up inside of you as he kept hitting that same spot over and over. you tried hard to move him away, the pleasure becoming more and more overwhelming for you ( and himself ), pushing on his stomach with no avail.
"armin, pull out, please! just a bit, it's too deep," you groaned out tears streaming down your face. "oh fuck!" you whined. you babbled senselessly, "let it out, please, i wanna hear you," he whimpered out. and then he saw it. your clit, practically gleaming at him. one of his hands started playing at your clit as you struggled to breathe. you couldn't even moan out his name as you tried so hard to wriggle out of his grasps. your hands flew at his face in attempt to push him away, doing everything you could.
"armin, you have to move, m'gonna pee!" he smirked, completely ignoring your plea's if it meant you'd squirt all over him. "my-" a guttural moan left your throat. you pushed at his abdomen, once more as you gushed all over him, his cock suddenly leaking everywhere. hot cum spurted out of the tip of his cock, while streams of squirt splashed all over him. you squirmed, trying to get out of his harsh grip. while you had quietened down, armin's moaned hadn't, in fact this is the loudest you've heard him.
he practically sobbed, as you watched him hump the air. by now, his hand had left your clit and you had the bright idea to overstimulate him. you know, give him a taste of his own medicine. you slapped his hand away and started rubbing at the tip of his cock vigorously. "Y/N! wait...!" he whined out loud, his hand shaking as he full on sobbed shamelessly. you egged him on as you tried gaining back your composure after the world shattering orgasm he just gave you.
his hips bucked into your hand, almost pathetically, his glasses fogging up as he came again all over your hand this time. "fuck Y/N, you're killing me!" you could barely keep it together, watching him pathetically fall apart in your hands like putty, as if you weren't doing the same earlier.
armin leaned against the counter top while you both worked on catching your breaths.
"you shouldn't trust eren. he's not a good man," he said, in between breaths.
"yeah, he doesn't make me cum as hard as you do," you giggled. yet armin didn't laugh. you slapped his shoulder: "i was kidding,"
"i'm not. i...i don't like seeing you with other guys you know," he whispered, somewhat ashamed.
"yeah, sure ok," you agreed.
"why don't we go back and you can sit on my face," he suggested as you pulled your dress down and tried stabilising yourself again while armin pulled up his trousers. "where did you learn about squirting by the way...?" you enquired.
"porn," he chuckled adjusting his glasses, as the two of you left the bathroom. you cussed him out for being such a loser while he whined some bullshit in your ear about how mean you were and that men had needs, blah blah blah.
Armin planted his palms onto the desk in front of him, his arms straightening to elevate himself even higher. His mission of peeking over your shoulder was getting out of hand – the boy was getting way too obvious with his compulsion. He was glad he was at the back of the class, by default he wouldn’t disturb any other students from their lesson, right?
Well, it wasn’t for nothing. He only wanted to see the art of the girl he liked after all.
The noise of the teacher was faded into the background of his mind, along with just about everyone else situated in that room. Right now, his mind was encased with the task of seeing your drawing, a talent he found out only a day ago. Fascinating, captivating, every stroke, accumulated for a purpose. A beautiful one.
Yes, he fell in love with you the minute he found out you drew.
It started on a simply Thursday when the seating plan changed, and he still remembers the moment, how it felt. He wasn’t paying attention—he never did. Physics revision had spiralled again, from infrared to gamma rays to alpha decay. Classic.
He caught himself, sighing and rubbing his temples, staring up into the face in front, but…
You had your art book propped up, admiring your drawing, at such an angle that Armin behind could also gaze upon it.
And… wow. He was glad.
Vibrant colours filled the page, an artistic masterpiece that caught Armin’s eyes immediately. He stared, gazed in awe, at how you could do that, at how your brain could form such a piece, at how every one of your fingers was smudged with colour, at how…
Armin loved it.
He loved the passion etched onto the page, the creativity in the drawing. Ever so complex, but simple in what it stood for. The epitome of human capacity, shown in something that displayed talent unique to everyone. He could never draw, no, he dropped art ages ago.
But he loved seeing others do it. Trying to wrap his mind around how it came to be.
It was beautiful.
By the time class finished that day, he became obsessed. With you. No, it wasn’t the crushes he’d have on girls that everyone else did, girls way out of his league.
You were liked. Popular. But sheilded.
He got a late that day from following you around into your next lesson. Yes, he was being stalkerish. Yes, he was being even more of a creep when he slipped one of his spare trackers that he kept on every single one of his belongings into your bag.
Did he care? No, not really.
He was just going through teen love after all. And teen love was normal, right? Everyone goes through it!
That teen love had turned into a raging obsession overnight. The two of you had never talked, but he seemed to want to know more, more about how your mind worked, more about you.
When he got to his dorm that day, he flopped into his bed, opening his computer – his life force – to immediately to take note of everything he knew about you.
From the tracker he slipped into your bag, you had a library lesson at 5th period, and you also went there during lunch.
You were drawing a girl with short, black hair and military uniform. She seemed cool.
You gravitated towards lychee, like a moth to a flame. Lychee soda on Tuesday, eyes lingering on Lychee drinks, Lychee flavoured jelly… it was data. Enough.
And that’s how he got here. Trying to peek over your shoulder in class, his heart thumping in his chest, his eyes going wide.
More. More.
He needed to know more.
It was when he finally stood up that he saw your drawing. This time, it was simply line art, this time of a man with short, black hair, his hair caught in the wind, swaying past his face. The lines were erratic, messy, but it came together in something beautiful.
Armin stayed standing, peeking over your shoulder as you drew, captivated, until.
“Armin?” The teacher said softly. “Is there a reason you’re standing up?”
Armin immediately snapped back to present day.
He immediately fell into his chair with a thump before anyone else could see him, pulling down his sleeves nervously, his mouth sealed shut.
“Sorry…” he muttered, even though no one could hear.
That was when you turned around, staring at him, the side of your face on view. By this time, the teacher had continued teaching, but your eyes were still trailed on him. That was before you turned away from him again, hopefully not noticing how red he was, the way he was fidgeting ever so much, the was he was pulling at his sleeves, practically sweating.
No, wait, he was sweating.
He leaned his elbows on the table, his hands ruffling his hair, awkward as ever. It took his everything to get through the lesson without combusting, and when he did, it took him ages to continue his mission.
His mission of following you to the library.
First, he took a quick trip to the bathroom, scrunching and pinching his nose to make it look red, pinching his cheeks for the same effect, before stretching his lips to make them look dry. He then applied the petroleum jelly he bought the day before to his forehead to make it look like he was sweating, before putting toothpaste in his eyes to stimulate reflex crying.
Afterward, he went to his next class, telling the teacher he was ‘sick’ and ‘needed to go to the infirmary’.
The man frowned at the interruption to his lesson. “Go ahead, then.”
The nurse, a nice old lady, immediately believed him, allowing him to go to the bathroom.
That’s when he started his mission. He immediately strolled to the library, going from the outside to not arouse any suspicion from passing teachers to peek through the library window. He even got binoculars for sightseeing, making sure to rearrange the tables during his own library lesson to make sure he could see you through the window.
It worked. He watched you borrow a book, getting the receipt, even though you chucked it into the bin.
The bin on the left of the door, not the right.
The bin on the left…
He needed to get that receipt soon enough.
He watched you sit down, reading it, seeming so intent on the book. You were expressive, smiling at some pages, frowning at others. You seemed to subconsciously fold the edges of the paper as you read, even ripping a corner once as you flipped to another page.
44.5 seconds. It took you 44.5 seconds to read a page on average, with the exception of one in particular which you seemed to read over and over again. His heart pumped as he saw you re-reading, knowing he needed to find out what page it was, as he fumbled for his binoculars. He immediately rose it to the window, trying to see, but to no avail. All he could see was three digits, but nothing more, nothing less.
He was itching to find out. What was on that page that made you re-read? What could possibly be so intriguing?
He wasn’t going to give up.
He immediately got out a ruler, lining it up with the window, or your book. He measured how tall the remaining pages were, noting it, swearing to go back to that book when you were done. He needed to measure how long the entire book was too, and thankfully that opportunity came to him when you closed it for a second, allowing him to measure it again right before you walked out of the library, leaving the chatter behind.
It took him under a minute to waltz back into that library, immediately rummaging through the bin, to the left of the door, not the right.
As he kneeled down in front of it, he paused, frowning, suddenly having a moment of self-awareness.
Seriously, what was he doing?
But he pushed that thought to the back of his mind. After all, this was simply teen love, and teen love came with obsession.
The librarian probably thought he was clinically insane. He was feel embarrassed if he wasn’t so… obsessed.
He finally found the receipt and read the book name – [Fav book] – before smiling, making sure not to giggle out of excitement. He then got a copy from one of the shelves, a little disappointed that you took the original, but happy all the same. He then measured it, measuring the ratio compared to the entire book, before calculating the page you re-read, page 136, gazing upon it.
He too re-read it, over and over.
It was a romance book. And, yes, it was a particularly spicy scene.
Doesn’t mean he didn’t enjoy it.
He read it twice, thrice, four times, smiling to himself, braces on display, gripping the cover.
He was so taking this home.
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“You’re such a looser, Armin…” Eren sighs, Armin’s childhood friend. Seriously, they were definitely a rarepair, a frat boy and a nerd had no reason of being together. But as they grew up they kinda just… stuck, inseparable. Armin would ramble onto Eren, and Eren would just listen, staying silent, humming along in all his nonchalant glory. Right now was one of those moments, Armin laid down on his bed while Eren sat at his desk, his cheek rested on his palm, stubbing out his cigarette on the table next to him.
“No, seriously! She’s perfect! She’s like the sun, so beautiful in all its glory, but so complex underneath! She’s so…”
“Who even goes through trash just to pick out a girl’s book receipt? Personally, reading books is just nerd behaviour, absolute no, but I guess you’re used to that.” Eren shoots Armin a look, sitting in his chair across Armin in their college dorm, before going back to checking out his fingernails.
“It was worth it, I’ve already finished the book she was reading! What should I do, Eren? Should I- should I tell her I read her favourite book, or-”
“You’d be outing yourself as a creep.”
“Okay then, what if – what if I simply leave it on my desk tomorrow? Would she notice? Would she ask about it? What if she falls in love with me because I like her favourite book? I’d do that if I were her! Wait, wait, that’s perfect!”
“You’re a nutcase…”
Armin sits up in his bed like he just came up with Newton’s Fourth Law. “It’s fate! We’re falling in love! We’ll get married and stay together for years, our souls intertwined, even in the afterlife! Right, Eren?”
Eren groans, staying silent for a moment.
“Eren?” Armin tilts his head.
“This is painful to hear… you know what? I’’ll just give you girl tips so you don’t embarrass yourself. You gotta be nonchalant, don’t act crazy, girls aren’t into that. Simply slide into her life, treat her right until you don’t need to anymore, and she’ll be crazy over you.” Eren pauses lying down on his bed. “Also, change the look. Get rid of the glasses, they’re shitty. The bob too.”
Armin pauses, personally offended as if Eren hadn’t told him this a million times before. “But… I can’t see without my glasses…”
“Then don’t see.” Eren turns off his light, shifting over to face away from Armin.
“But, what if I try to bump into her but end up falling over and-”
“Goodnight, nerd.”
And that was when Armin was left alone, alone with his overthinking thoughts, alone with you inside of them.
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It was a Friday. A chill day for most, a busy for others with the luck of having a bad timetable. That being any type of science on that particular day.
One of those people, of course, was Armin. Armin, who was a little sleepy from waking up 3 hours before schedule to take in Eren’s advice, folding his glasses neatly into his bedside drawer and tumbling over everything that you could tumble over. He was, as Eren said, a lost cause, he could hardly see let alone function. After struggling to brush his teeth and wash his face in the bathroom for a whole two hour, he finally managed to comb his long, surprisingly shiny and smooth hair, tying it up to try and replicate Eren’s style.
That’s when said man finally woke up, entering the bathroom, his eyebrow raising.
“No way… don’t tell me you actually listened.” Eren chuckled, towering behind Armin, looking at himself in the mirror. “Trying to recreate the man bun? Not a chance. It’s natural, really, can’t be forced.”
Armin sulked, his shoulders slumping. “This is all so tiring… it took me 2 hours to even get this far.”
“I know. That’s why I’m awake so early.”
Armin pauses.
“Sorry…”
“Don’t be. Anyway, your looks have improved… in the sense that you look like a girl now. If she’s into girls.”
Armin groans. “I don’t particularly want to look like a girl…”
“I mean, if she is into girls, you have a better chance.”
Armin groans again. Eren’s words formed a cloud over his head all throughout the day, all through his next lesson with you. He dropped the bag to the side of his seat as he sat down, placing his borrowed book at the edge of the table in hopes that you would notice it, before going back to staring at the back of your head.
Your hair was nice. So healthy.
He was staring, his eyelids starting to droop, making his elbow shift forward, making his laptop shift forward, before –
The book fell with a thump, right beside your desk.
Armin sat up, his face heating up, his skin crawling. His eyes went wide, his mind reeling – what should he do? Should he leave it? Should he discreetly get it? Should he-
You picked the book up.
Oh, god, you picked the book up. You leaned over, you grabbed it, and you picked it up. And now you’re turning around to Armin, your eyes staring deep into his, holding the book out, a soft smile on your face.
“Is this yours? You have good taste.”
Oh, god, your voice. He was going to melt under your gaze, under the sound of you, his face heating up, his limbs trembling.
He looked like an idiot.
He opened his mouth, his breathing heavy, his hands clenching hard.
“Uh– I-” he muttered, gulping, his big eyes still on you. “Yeah… thanks… I’lll…”
You chuckled softly, a sound Armin would never forget. “What do you think of it? Good, right?”
Armin was going to melt. You… you… you were creating conversation with him?
“Y-Yeah… it’s… it’s… yeah… really good… finished it last night…” he nodded. “the… main character… cute… uh…”
“Hah, I agree. We should talk about it later, I haven’t met anyone who’s read the book.” You said, before turning around, “See you later, girl.”
Wait…
Girl!?
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The light in your window was still on, compared to all the other dark dorm windows.
Armin gazed into the white essence, his hands in his pockets, watching you through the little space. He had scanned every single window, searching for you – your [h/c] hair, your [s/k] skin, until he finally found you in all your pretty glory. He couldn’t believe his luck, that you were still awake at this late hour, that he could see you, watch you for hours until you slept. If he got really lucky, maybe you’d keep that light on all night, so he could watch you sleep too.
You seemed to be studying, in some large hoodie and white shorts, putting a lump in Armin’s throat.
He shouldn’t be doing this. He really shouldn’t. This… this is creepy, and he isn’t a weirdo…
Right?
He never knew his obsession would go as far as following you, figuring out which house you resided in in the maze of your shared college. He never thought he’d come back, telling Eren he was simply ‘going for a walk’ (at 3am, yes, Eren rose an eyebrow), just to stare at you as you worked.
He sighed. Teen love, am I right?
Although, in all the romcoms he watched, never did any of the partners stalk the other…
Oh well. Maybe they did, behind the scenes.
It was his way of showing his love for you, after all. Watching you from your window, trying to understand you, making sure you were okay, even though you were certainly more capable than he was. He wanted to coddle you, take all the work keeping you up late at night off your damn shoulders, hold you in his arms and tell you he loved you.
So deeply.
So… so deeply.
His heart pumped in his chest, his eyes bigger than they already were, his mouth opening and closing to form almost inaudible words.
“Love you…. I love you…” he muttered absentmindedly. Maybe, if he said it enough, you’d love him back.
You had to.
That was when your head suddenly rose, and you turned around, looking out of the window, straight at-
Armin.
He froze, every nerve in his body on edge. He hoped his hoodie and mask hid his face enough, that his bright blond hair was pushed out of the way far enough that you wouldn’t recognise him during the several seconds of prolonged eye contact.
The two of you stared at each other, far enough that Armin couldn’t see your expression. He was frozen like an ice cube, rooted to the spot, his blood rushing to his head. He shifted on his feet, managing to will himself to turn away, hoping you didn’t recognise him.
You couldn’t.
You couldn’t recognise him.
I mean… what would you think of him? You’d never talk again. He’d have to live with this… pain.
Fuck, what did he do!?
“Fuck… fuck…” Armin muttered, as he briskly walked away.
And you watched.
You watched the person that stood outside your dorm, their steps hurried, their hands shoved into their pockets. You leaned forward, trying to gauge who this mysterious person was, and why they were staring so intently in your direction. You couldn’t gauge their face – they wore both a mask and hoodie – and that thought chilled you. Did you have a stalker?
Nah, you were hallucinating.
You were fine.
You leaned back to check the door, making sure it was locked, before going back to staring outside. The calm music blasting in your ears didn’t drown out your thoughts as well as it drowned out the snoring of your roommate Sasha, sprawled across the bed. You walked over to the window, dodging Sasha’s bed and closing the blinds, sighing.
“What the fuck… I’m going crazy.” You muttered, flopping down onto Sasha’s bed, making her pull the sheets higher.
“Mmh… leave me alone…” She muttered, turning over in her bed, to which you sighed.
“Sorry, Sasha.”
But the girl was back asleep in a few seconds, mumbling to herself, shifting ever so slightly. You smiled at her, at least she was there, and that made you feel all the more safe.
Yeah, you were fine.
You were probably just hallucinating.
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Armin was just walking to his next class.
Really, he was. Maybe in the route he knew you always take, but still, just walking to his next class.
He didn’t expect to see you there, standing in front of the vending machine. No, totally not, he totally didn’t take this route just to catch a few spare glances at you. You had your hair down today, that hair, that hair he liked so much.
How would it smell? Would it be sweet, fruity? Or more fresh?
He shook his head, trying to ignore the thoughts.
You typed up a specific drink – Lychee, of course – but your card declined. You sighed, your shoulders slumping before you decided to turn your heel and continue walking to your class.
Armin’s eyes widened.
He knew what he had to do.
He immediately crossed the space, entering the two digits, paying with his pocket money usually saved up for game passes – before watching the drink drop to the bottom of the machine. He picked the drink up, smiling at it like it was one of your belongings, spinning it around.
Yeah, he was definitely getting one for himself.
He didn’t go to class immediately. No, he went straight to your locker, unlocking it with the code he watched you enter one too many times – something simple – before slipping the drink in. He was about to close the door, just in case anyone noticed something suspicious, before an idea popped into his head. A bad one. But an idea all the same.
He quickly opens his bag, fumbling inside it before he finds some miscellaneous paper inside of it, picking up a pen and leaning the piece of paper against the locker. He pauses, before scribbling something he knows as corny as fuck onto it.
‘For you, pretty lady :)!’
He wishes he didn’t write that. But now he was too nervous, now his arms were trembling with fear and his palms were sweating with anxiousness, so he just slipped the note atop the can of lychee and slammed the door shut.
He looked around. No sign of anyone that would pay attention to him.
Good.
He walked over to class, making a mental note to sprint out of his last period just to see your reaction. Would you be surprised? Happy? Would you shine that smile again?
He was itching to find out.
The next lessons were a blur. He took notes as usual, his mind half on you and half on the actual lesson.
The worst thing that happened in those classes was when he got a question wrong in computing class. He never got something wrong in computing class. It would have bummed him if he wasn’t so preoccupied with you.
You.
What if you were his girlfriend? You’d be sweet, right? Coddle him, care for him, and-
He sighed, a small, crooked smile on his face.
The thought thrilled him. He knew it was never going to happen, but it thrilled him anyway.
By the time the teacher dismissed him, he already had his bags packed, and he practically sprinted towards the door. Seriously, he had never been this fast in his entire life.
And, damn, he knew why.
His stamina was shit.
He was almost dying by the time he got to his locker, his hands on his knees, his chest heaving.
But as he looked up – oh, as he looked up – it was a sight to behold.
You were already holding his gift, inspecting it, before you turned your head to read the note.
And… you smiled.
You fucking smiled, chuckling to yourself, folding the note into your pocket.
You… you smiled.
Armin was even more out of breath, from you. From the way you smiled. He wanted to make you do that all over again.
God, he was about to go into a cardiac arrest.
The walk back was ecstasy, he gripped the handles of his school bag, humming to himself, his mind filled with you. Who knew having a crush was so fun?
In fact, he should check on you now.
He opened his phone, swiping to the tracker app and clicking on it, specifically on the dot named ‘{Y/n} 💖’. He knew you were probably heading toward your dorm anyway, so –
Wait.
You weren’t.
You were heading to the shopping mall, for a reason he did not know.
He needed to find out.
Thankfully, the shopping mall wasn’t even a 5 minute walk from his direction.
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He wasn’t wearing a black hoodie or a mask. He was being way too dangerous as he started at you, as the two sauntered up the escalator. He slipped his hands into his pockets, smiling ever so softly at this opportunity.
This was dangerous.
Too dangerous.
The minute you turn around he would be deep fried.
But it was worth it.
You didn’t wait when you slipped off the elevator. You simply stepped off, checking your bag, licking your lips. He followed close behind, the crowd drowning out your soft muttering.
He watched as you entered a store, as you scanned the clothes, your hand lingering on one in particular.
He took note of it, and immediately when you left he picked it up, stuffing it into his bag. He did this for at least three other tops your eyes lingered on, and you would always reach out like you were about to take it but pull away at the last second. It was cute. Too cute.
You finally picked one up, handing it over to the cashier and checking out soon enough. Of course, the boy also paid for the four he bought for you, paying briskly and following closely behind. He stared at you, stuffing the stash of clothes deeper into the bag, a smile forming on his face at the thought of you opening it. You’d probably smile again, maybe a little more excited.
Just as he was thinking, you stopped, turning and leaning forward as if looking for something.
And that’s when you turned, your eyes scanning the rest of the store before…
They fell on him.
Your eyes fell on him, Armin, who was suspiciously right behind you. Your face went blank for a second, making Armin tremble, his lips parted, his mind falling to his stomach. His heart pounded ferociously, almost putting a thumping sound in his ears, the shopping bag nearly falling out of his hand.
He was cooked. So cooked. You’d hate him. You’d hate him and that would be the end. You-
“Oh, hey girl! Didn’t know you also shopped at [insert favourite clothing store].” You smiled, waving ever so slightly. It made Armin’s face heat up, his mind reeling, trying to devise a normal response.
‘Hello!’ No… too… generic. ‘Hey.’ No. That sounds like Eren. ‘What’s up!’ No.
“Uh… I… I’m not a girl…” Was all Armin could stutter out.
God, what was that?
Now you looked confused, then awkward. You paused, your head tilted ever so slightly, before you nodded.
“Ah, sorry about that…” You muttered.
Armin’s heart fell again.
“But-! I mean… I-! I could be a girl! If… if you wanted…” Armin played with his sleeves nervously, his face getting even hotter, his shoulders tense.
You stared at him.
Before… laughing.
“Oh my god, no! I was just embarrassed I misgendered you!” You were practically toppling over with laughter, a hand brushing hair out of your face.
You looked fucking ethereal.
Armin just stared.
“I…” Is all he managed to say, the words otherwise falling into his throat.
“Sorry then, seriously, you have very feminine features.” You commented.
Wait… waitwaitwait… were you calling him pretty?
“I…” He gasped again, completely frozen, his face way too hot now. You smiled at him still, beckoning him over.
“Well, we can continue the rest of the shopping spree together, right?” you said. “When were you planning to go back?”
Armin bristled, awkwardly walking up to you, his steps careful, as if he was afraid that a misstep would cause the ceiling to come crashing down. “Uhh… I… I don’t know… any time, really… was just…”
His voice trailed off as he walked up next to you, his head bowed, his breath shallow. You smiled at him.
“That’s perfect then, I myself was just about to leave.” You said, your eyes still on him. He anxiously tried to return it, his gaze falling on your hips first, then your waist, then your chest, then finally, you. He was embarrassed that he was looking you up like that, but he couldn’t help it. He simply fiddled with his fingers, trying his best to act like a normal person.
“Yeah. Sure.” Is all he said.
So that’s how he got he got here, walking beside you, walking out of the shopping mall and into the cool breeze. Your pace was quick, you were silent, your hips rocked ever so slightly as you walked.
“What do you have tomorrow? Oh – right – it’s a Saturday. Forgot about that.” You said, your voice low, controlled, quiet.
“Mhm… yeah… my roommate is t-throwing a party tomorrow.” Armin pauses. “I’m not… going… though.”
“Eren’s party?” Your voice holds a curious tinge to it. “Shame, I’m going with my own roommate.”
Armin’s head snapped up, his lips parted, his eyes wide.
You were going? How didn’t he notice this?
“Really? Oh, well, maybe… maybe I’ll… uhh… try it.” He was desperately trying not to sound weird, trying to choose his words carefully, even though it all came out wrong. What was he even suggesting? That he was going only because of you?
“I wouldn’t, really. I’m not really into parties, I’m probably just going to keep to my own.” You said, your hands in your side pockets as trees encased the sidewalk. “Only going for Sasha.”
Armin nodded, but he was secretly taking note, overanalysing. You didn’t party? You were… perfect. So… so…
“That’s nice.” Armin muttered, cursing himself for how awkward he sounded. You hummed in response, continuing to walk beside Armin, the conversation drowning out. Armin’s gaze drifted – he would look at you, before swiftly averting his gaze, looking away quickly. Until, his gaze lingered on your exposed collarbones, on how enunciated they were, his lips parting.
“I like your collarbones.” He muttered, a small sound, but you heard it.
You almost jumped, your head turning to the side, your eyes wide, your lips parted. Armin could swear your cheeks were slightly tinted, but that was probably the weather. You didn’t respond for a few seconds, simply staring at Armin, and Armin stared back, his face heating up again, until…
“Thanks…” You muttered. But this time, Armin didn’t miss the slight smile upon your face.
Wait.
You were smiling. A ghost of a smile, but a smile all the same.
He thought his compliment was awkward, creepy. But… but…
Armin continued fiddling.
He was head over heels.
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“Eren, pleaseee!” Armin begged the moment he walked through the door. “Please let me go to frat party!”
Eren simply rose an eyebrow, tilting his head.
“Huh? I was going to drag you anyway, what the hell…”
But he could hardly finish his sentence before Armin fucking squealed, pumping his fists into the air.
“Erreeen! Thank you!” He yelled.
“Fucking hell, quieten down. It’s not about that [Y/n] girl right? You’ve probably been stalking her, knowing you.”
Armin quietened.
“What? Me? No! Hah, I would never! That would be creepy! So… so creepy…”
Armin giggled. Eren sighed.
“Right.”
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The minute Armin stepped foot into the party, the vibrations reverberating through his body, he wanted to immediately turn on his heel and leg it out the door.
Eren’s place was filled to the brim with people that had no personal space. Never mind the sweaty air, people were smothering each other with kisses like they just came back from war. Wet, loud kisses. It was men on men, women on women, women on men, Armin could count the people that weren’t attached to somebody on his fingers. Heck, he bet half these people didn’t even know each other!
He was never coming to a party again.
His eyes scanned the room, face red, eyebrows furrowed. The lights were multicoloured, something Eren specifically bought for this occasion, but Armin had places to be. Eren had, of course, invited him to the <em> exclusive </em> part of the party, placed upstairs, that was only available to Eren’s close friends. In hindsight, you might not have been there. You may be in here. But hopefully by the side and not tangled in this… mess.
Armin pushed past the crowd, mumbling a few “Sorry!”’s and “Excuse me!”’s, trying to ignore the dirty looks he got from multiple people, one girl even calling him a brat for breaking up her makeout session.
He told himself he didn’t care.
He was going to see you, after all.
He hurried up the stairs, adjusting his glasses, before he finally got to the top. Jean was there, the boy simply giving him a nod. It made him feel prestigious, honestly. It was times like that that he was glad he was friends with Eren.
The room was spacious, with various drinks laid out neatly on a table, a fridge, a snack bar, and very minimal people. It was much more spacious, quieter, the only sound being the booming and shouting from downstairs. Armin’s eyes scanned the place, searching for you, your hair, your eyes, your-
You.
You were there.
Sitting next to Sasha, laughing while she downed a whole drink. You didn’t have any. Armin admired that.
But the thing that struck Armin the most was your undeniable beauty.
The complexity of your face. Such beautiful features, it clasped his heart. Your effortless makeup, bolder than usual, paired with your masses of jewellery that only added to the breathtaking effect. And then your dress – oh, your dress – it was simple, but it made a bold statement.
Armin couldn’t move. He could only stare.
Now he’d regretted throwing on a simple green t-shirt layered on top of a dark jumper and trousers.
And then you looked up. You looked up and you saw him, staring. His entire body froze. He could only stare more, an embarrassed motion, his lips quivering.
And then you smiled.
You smiled and waved, beckoning him over.
He paused. Should he do this? It’s like his legs weren’t working.
But he decided to walk over pensively, giving you a sheepish wave as he did so. When Sasha saw him walking over, she looked over at you, giving you a drunken smirk before leaving the sofa, walking over to Connie. Now Armin was all alone. With you, of all people.
“Armin. Thought you weren’t going.” You said as Armin sat next to you. Armin nodded slowly.
“Uh, well, I wasn’t-! But… but since…” His voice trailed off. You simply chuckled softly, draping an arm over his shoulders.
Oh, god, wait. Your arm was on his shoulders. Your arm… his shoulder…
His face was going even more red.
“It’s fine. You changed your mind?” You asked, turning to him, smiling all the same. He nodded in response.
“So you made it as well?” Armin asked cautiously, not sure if he should or not.
“Well, Sasha’s friends with Eren, so when she got invited up here I did too. Anyway, me and Mikasa are pretty close too.” You calmly responded, looking over at Armin.
“Hm.. makes sense…” Armin commented, smiling ever so softly, looking back at you. You thought it was the cutest thing ever.
“Is this your first party?” You asked, shifting towards Armin, “It’s mine. I normally don’t go to parties, I prefer staying inside and drawing.”
Armin nodded, still smiling in awe, his eyes sparkling with love. He thought your passion was amazing, perfect. “I… it’s my first as well. I would r-rather stay home too…”
“Ah, did Eren drag you along?” You chuckled softly, the muffled noise in the background fading away under the weight of your presence. Armin didn’t want to say ‘no, actually, I came for you’, so he simply nodded meekly.
“Well… y-yeah… of course he did… not like I asked myself or anything…” Armin scratched the back of his neck, his face going even redder. Yeah. Good lie. So smooth.
You caught on immediately.
“You’re not the best at lying, Armin.” You smiled down at Armin. “Really, who did you come for!”
Armin paused again, his heart rate rising, his throat running dry. The drum of his heart was all he could hear under your presence, paired with his fast breaths and cheeks that somehow got even redder
His mouth opened. Then it closed. Then it opened again.
“You.”
You paused, your eyes wide, making Armin immediately regret his words severely.
“Really…?” You muttered, before smiling a rather sheepish smile. “That’s so cute.”
Armin couldn’t breathe. Seriously, he was about to have a heart attack.
“I- uhh, yeah, I… yeah…” Armin’s words became a jumbled mess, suddenly he couldn’t form a proper sentence.
“Ah, should I not have said that?” You smiled, tilting your head.
“No, it’s fine, just…” Armin said abruptly, fiddling with his fingers, his back hunching. You stared for a second, before smiling softly, your eyebrows upturned. Armin felt a lump in his throat, his eyes going anywhere but you, – the door, the drinks, oh, that fridge really looks good….
His tongue found the roof of his mouth, before he licked his lips, anything to distract himself from…
“Wait, Armin, you have a tongue piercing?” You rose your eyebrows, your eyes widening as you leaned in closer. “I never realised that!”
Armin froze, slowly turning toward you, your face close, way too close!
“Well… uhh… it wasn’t my decision… uh… Mikasa convinced me…” Armin stuttered.
“I think it’s cool. Can I see?” You seemed excited, a wide smile on your lips, playful but relaxed. Armin chuckled awkwardly, before looking back at you.
He hesitated.
Then he stuck his tongue out.
It was adorable.
“So cute!” You exclaimed, your eyes falling to the piercing. He smiled, chuckling softly.
“R-Really? Well… I…” his voice trailed off yet again. “Thanks.”
You nodded.
“No problem.”
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The walk back was calm, quiet, the breeze running through the gaps of your hair, the air calm as a brooding ghost. You were caught in thought as you travelled through the expanse, Armin by your side, occasionally stealing glances at you. You knew this. And yet, you never commented on it.
“The party was good, but I much prefer this.” You commented, pocketing your hands. “You looked like you were about to combust when I pointed out your piercing.”
Armin froze up, chuckling lightly, his face reddening even more. “Well – I mean – how was I not meant to? You were all close to me, then you smelled so good, citrusy, a hint of strawberry, and I-“
“So you were sniffing me?”
Armin’s heart caught in his chest, beating like crazy, putting his brain into overdrive. “Well, no, I mean, how could I not? I just…”
You chuckled lightly, making Armin chuckle as well, half because of genuine hysterics, half because he wanted to get out of this awkward situation.
“I wore my favourite perfume today. It was my mother’s before I stole it myself.” You smiled softly, looking over at Armin, who nodded. “The scent was something she made herself, inspired by a painting. My favourite one.”
Armin’s eyes sparkled as he looked back at you, his eyebrows raising, his lips parted. Then he smiled, looking back down.
“I think… that’s the most beautiful thing I’ve heard.”
You smiled back. “Well, it was a beautiful painting.”
Armin paused. “All paintings are beautiful. That is, if there’s passion behind it. You can just tell, can’t you? When someone loves a painting. There’s simply a passionate feel to it. Painting with passion is beauty. Art with passion is beauty. Really… it’s simply… amazing.”
You paused again, your eyebrows raising, pausing in your steps. Armin turned back, his face red, as if he’d done something wrong.
“Sorry… I’m rambling on too much.”
You shook your head. “No. It’s just.. that may be the most beautiful thing I’ve heard.”
God, just imagine Angel Devil finding out he can touch you.
And therefore, fuck you.
In this scenario, he lived past part 1 and the death devil was eaten by Pochita.
The second he realizes death no longer exists, he takes off towards your apartment.
When you open the door, he doesn’t sweep you off your feet or gives you a gentle kiss.
No, at the end of the day Angel is still a devil at heart, selfish and full of greed.
His lips crash into yours, and he holds you in a crushing embrace. You feel like the very air in your lungs is being squeezed out, but you melt into it regardless.
His tongue explores your mouth, hands fumbling with your clothes. He’s never done this before, he doesn’t quite know how to be gentle and ask before he touches you, but you don’t mind at all.
You want him just as much.
He’s not easy on you. He bites harshly at your neck as he grinds against you, tearing at your underwear with little regard to how expensive they were. Angel has been imagining this since he first fell for you, and his body trembles against you with the desperation of a beast in heat.
The second you’re both undressed he thrusts into you, his hips moving with little regard to how you’re feeling. It’s not because he wants to hurt you or doesn’t care, he’s just so focused on finally being inside of you, of getting to share that intimate bond with the woman he loves that humans always talked about.
You’re warm and tight, clenching down on him in a way that makes him growl, his fingers digging into your soft flesh.
Behind him his wings flap frantically, his hips slapping against yours as he struggles to keep himself from tearing you apart. He had always been seen as a harmless devil that didn’t care much about humans, but right now all he wanted was to burrow into you and be as close as possible.
He cums inside of you much too quickly, this is his first role after all. It’s all too much, he can’t hold back the moans and meaningless pleas that leave his lips as he continues to fuck into you through his orgasm.
Even once he’s fully satiated, he doesn’t pull out or step away. No, he clings tighter than ever, burying his face into your neck and taking in the combination of your scents mixing together.
“I love you…” he murmurs against the sensitive skin of your neck, “I love you too much, it hurts.”
“I know,” you say, caressing his cheek tenderly. “I love you too. Love… can hurt sometimes.”
Guilt wells up in his chest at the sight of the bruised and bloody bite marks littering your upper body. How can you smile at him with so much love when he was so monstrous.
When you kiss his forehead and settle into bed with him, he relaxes and pulls you in. His wings settle around you, keeping you protected and warm.
He hopes this is the first of many nights spent with his lover in endless bliss.
A/N: wrote this in like 10 mins so if there are typos shhh
I’ve been really really sick for months, but also completely obsessed with Vampires SMP! And guess what I finally feel well enough to make art!! Oh my god it’s nice to be back :D
Thinking about how nobody in Oakhurst truly knew Martyn. Not even until the very end. Out of all the people in the town, he spoke the least of his past, his intentions (that is, his real past).
As far as I remember, he never fully revealed to anyone that he was not, in truth, just some rich kid. They might have been able to figure this out on their own. He’s far too self sufficient and quick thinking to be a spoiled noble, but nothing was ever truly confirmed. Heck, the audience doesn’t even know what his real story was, just that his was “not rich.”
Do you think Sausage left Oakhurst and tried to learn more about his fallen friends, only to find nothing about a Martyn Woodhurst? No connections to any noble family, no prior connection to the town, just… nothing. Like he didn’t exist.
Did Martyn leave anyone behind? From how frantically he ran into town in the beginning, it seemed like he must have been running from something, from his past. We don’t know why he really came to Oakhurst in the first place, nor do we know if he has any connections left outside of the town. If he did, they will very likely never know what happened. How could they? Nobody would know to tell them.
Those who knew the true Martyn before the events of Vampires will never know what became of him, while those who saw him collapse, saw him die, never actually knew the real Martyn.
The survivors will go on to tell the story of a man who never existed, but the couldn’t have known any better. The real identity of Martyn Woodhurst died, all too abruptly, with him.
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