idk I just really love Armin Arlert, so I made an archive of Armin things (includes fan fictions, art, etc). I write Armin fanfiction! Requests are open ~
If so, can you write something about shy camboy!armin?
alr anon you win
god heâd be so shy, tempted to cover his face with a pillow as his soft hand stroked his cock slowly, tugging at the tip more, sending a shiver down his spine. his soft moans were drawing in the comments on the stream.
âholy.. iâd love to suck that fucking dickâ
âshit baby!â
âcum for us baby boyâ
THE AMOUNT OF TIPS HE WOULD GET!!! he could whimper mommy and someone would fr drop $250 (me)
are you planning to post again?? i hope youâre well!!
1. First of all, I'd like to sincerely apologize for the broken promises I made, saying that your requests would be written in a timely manner and that I would reply to your messages, reblogs, mentions, etc, soon. I hope I didn't keep you guys waiting too long, and I hope that you all can forgive me for my unexpected absence... but please rest assured that I will always be here.
2. Secondly, I am not equipped with the vocabulary to explain how warm this message made me feel. To think someone is still thinking of me, my writing, and my blog? To know that I have impacted someone so much to where they wish me well in my vacancy? It's such a lovely feeling that happily dances around my soul and tickles my face with red. I really appreciate your kind words, anon, and thank you for your patience! (I hope you're doing well too)!
3. I basically had a mental breakdown over the fact that Armin wasn't real which made me realize how disconnected from reality I am which led me on a personal journey to discover why my life was so unfulfilling that I had to rely on a fictional character to replace every sort of negativity and responsibility in my life and made me search for how I can make my life enriched and fulfilled as well as to figure out what's missing that I so desperately need. Needless to say, I have created a healthy space for myself in which I can properly reflect on and handle the challenges in my life as well as discover who I truly am and walk on the path that was always meant for me. I encourage you all to take some time to reflect. Deep down inside, you already know what you want, and you already know what you need to do. Ignite the confidence inside your heart, and you can accomplish anything.
Arminâs reaction to an s/o whoâs more manipulative
Soft Armin HCs sent in by @crunchy-cloudÂ
Nerd!armin x PopularBimboGirl!reader
Fratboy/Stoner!armin
Student council president bully armin x hot goth girl reader
Things that make me laugh
1Â 2Â 3Â 4
Tiktoks (not mine)
1Â 2
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Someone asked for a master list, so I figured I would go ahead and make one. I know itâs not a lot, but Iâm working on getting some more stuff out.Â
I really appreciate your guysâ support! I see all of your reblogs, tags, mentions, replies, asks, message, etc - Iâm not ignoring them! Iâm just a little busy haha, but I will respond soon, and I canât thank you guys enough. đđđ
please hear me out , student council president bully!armin x hot goth girl!reader?
Thank you for your request! This prompt made me really thirsty hehehe, but I hope you didnât have to wait too long. Iâve been getting quite a few goth girl requests, so to all the goth girls who have found my blog, WELCOME!
Warnings: bullying, harassment, mentions of depressive topics, noncon, and then some sexy stuff bc i know yall are horn - ee. Also, sorry this isnât proofread :(
Fem!Reader, FemBodied!Reader
Minors DNI!
How many times have you been in this position? Submissive under Armin Arlertâs malicious smirk and feeling measly under the bouts of laughter and mockery from your insolent classmates who encourage his harsh words?
How many times have you found yourself running to your dorm after class, crying, loathing the fact that you were different, feeling insufficient because you have never been graciously accepted by others, becoming disgusted with yourself as a failure as your insecurities painfully spill past your eyelids.
How many times have you found yourself hopeless? Hopeless because no matter how many times you go to teachers and counselors for help, they dismiss you with a cackle. âArmin Arlert? The student council president? He is such a gentleman - so responsible and well-mannered. He would never do those things.â Hopeless because of course no one would ever believe the girl who is quiet, strange, and unconventionally a freak who wears nothing but black clothes with edgy designs, chains, and tall boots that match the intimidating aura of your black nails and many piercings. Hopeless because even though you hate the humiliation, hate the demeaning of your very existence, hate Armin Arlert, you canât deny that you have pathetically fallen like a beggar for his degradation.
Too many times have you found yourself crumbling under the merciless grip of Armin, being thrown around like a puppet to appease his twisted fantasies and inflated ego, his handsome face creepily contorting with a grin each time his cruel insults are aimed at your weak self. Though, soon enough, the school year will end as you are pushed into the warmth of summer, and then you will make your escape from his abominable cage - your escape from the monster that hides behind the intelligent man with the expensive blazers and sweater vests, seemingly gentle smile, and clean face - the monster that hides behind the beautiful, horrible student council president, Armin Arlert.
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On the precipice of escape, the last day of classes before your final exams - that were supposed to be easy and meant for reviewing material - became total hell as you were summoned to the student council office for some âunprecedented reasonâ or at least thatâs what your professor told you.
The walk to the office was a petrifying one. Never before have your boots felt heavy and your knees weak with your heart pounding out of your ears, scared that out of the eight people in the student council you would be faced with the one-and-only Armin Arlert and his mischief.
As soon as you entered the office, you were met with the pain of a shockingly cold, hard floor. Your left thumb nail and pinky broken, your black fishnet stockings torn, and your black eyeliner trailing down your face in waves due to the impact. Armin was waiting behind the door and barbarically pushed you onto the floor right as you entered the room. Upon his sinister eyes, you were so pitifully sprawled in front of him in a confused, fearful haze - such a wonderful sight to see your dark makeup smeared, cheeks red, bruises forming on your knees where your fishnets tore, and the chain bracelet you wore on your frail wrist broken and lying on the floor.
Upon your confusion and fright, Armin quickly steps over your feeble figure as a way of keeping you in place, like a predator fatally cornering his prey. He crouches down on top of you, getting close to your face, his minty breath hitting you in warm swells as his clean-scented cologne invades your nose. In the worse possible position, lying so vulnerable under the man who has tormented you at school all year, you hate to admit how irresistible he actually is - his mesmerizing blue eyes pulling you in like the tides, his beautifully groomed hair contrasting with his menacing smile, his muscles tightening up in his dark blue blazer. How disgusted you are with yourself that just for a second you were willing to take all of his degradation if it meant you got to lay your eyes upon his being.
Armin, feasting upon your beautiful figure, was tearing you apart in his mind. Unbeknownst to you, your dark clothes complimented your skin beautifully, the gruesome designs on your shirts appealingly contrasting with the rare sight of your soft, kind smile, and the black makeup you always wore was never with a fault as it was done perfectly, your black nails leaving Armin with vulgar thoughts about how they would look leaving scratch marks on his back as he roughly fucks you into subspace, what your black and blood-red skirts paired with fishnet stockings would look like while he sneakily tears into you in a public place. How his hand would look around your neck in place of your black chokers. All Armin needed was some hot goth bitch who he could selfishly abuse and degrade while looking cute in her chain necklaces and fitted black tops, and all year had he fantasized about this moment - taking in the sight of your pity allowing the stress from council responsibilities - like speeches and useless complaints from students - to simply just disappear.
âFinally have you all to myself, huh?â he groans, hurriedly taking off his blazer, and unbuttoning his dress shirt, disheveling his collar in the process. Looking around at the empty desks and chairs, you noticed that you two were in fact the only ones in the office and that Armin had slyly locked the door after pushing you to the floor. Your head was burning, and your heart suddenly picked up its pace as you saw Armin begin to unbuckle his belt and fiddle with his zipper.
âW-what are you doing?â you worriedly exclaimed as you moved your messy hair out of your face and scrambled to hold down your skirt.
Armin paused, his grin eerily wide and the glint in his eyes made of pure malice. âSomething I should have done a long time ago.â
He, on top of your timid body, shoved his girthy cock into your mouth, his red tip teasingly poking at the back of your throat as tears assault your eye makeup and your face reddens with embarrassment. Armin pulls your hair and forces your wet mouth off of his aching cock, admiring the sight of your wide eyes and blotches of black lipstick painting his thick shaft. He rubs your cheek with his thumb. âSuch a pretty goth bitch,â he coos, nearly laughing at the fact his weak, long-time victim was finally exposed below him.
You were stunned, completely numb, so shocked because the man who was always so vile to you was losing himself every time your reluctant tongue slipped past his sensitive tip. So shocked that you couldnât do anything but comply when he told you to take him deeper.
Armin, with such eagerness, forced your sloppy mouth off of him - after gagging you for what seemed like forever - and sat down on the floor, leaning against the locked door, and firmly grabbing your wrist as a beckon to straddle his lap. Sitting upon his muscular thighs, you begin to realize just how ruined you are, wanting with every inch of your heart to run away from the person who has caused you so much distress yet feeling such a heavy desperation in your throbbing cunt as you gaze upon Arminâs gorgeous figure, his collared shirt slightly unbuttoned and wrinkled, warm red blush thrashed upon his face in contrast with cool blue eyes.
In the midst of it all, you canât recall how quickly he jerked you onto his lap, rudely pulled your panties to the side, and forcefully thrusted his cock into your messy cunt. Though taking you by an uncomfortable surprise, you hate - hate - to admit how good it felt riding the student council president, Armin Arlertâs, cock, hate to admit how the mixture of abusive slander and your bullyâs member inside you made your body shiver with euphoria.
Ending 1: Armin fucks you like the whore you are and bullies you into cumming on his cock. (This is part of the fanfiction here).
âSuch a desperate whore, arenât you?â he snickers, roughly grasping your plush breasts in his strong hands. Slowly easing himself close to your ear, he whispers, âItâs so pathetic how wet you were when I slid my cock inside you.â He switches to the other ear, soft blond hair tickling your face, âitâs almost like you enjoy how I degrade a worthless bitch like you.â Armin lightly tugs on the piercings in your ear, pulling a yelp out of you. He harshly grips your chin, forcing you to make eye contact with his intense blue eyes. âYou look so pretty like this,â he lightly slaps your face, taking in the sight of your smeared black lipstick and red eyes. He glances at the choker youâre wearing around your neck, lightly chuckling at its design with metal spikes and a cut-out heart in the center. âI bet you wear these wishing it was me who would choke you,â he gives your ass a gentle slap. âWant to take my goth girlâs breath away,â he growls. Without warning, Armin tightly wraps his arms around you and begins brutally thrusting inside you. Immediately, his length and girth overwhelm your needy pussy, your tight walls clenching around his veiny shaft and your cunt spasming, drowning in slick each time his tip eagerly reaches the depths of your embarrassingly deprived cunt. You dig your black nails into his shoulders to keep balance, which will definitely leave dark purple bruises by tomorrow. Armin ruthlessly rubs your pulsating clit. âCâmon, I want to hear you whine for me,â he utters teasingly, and on cue do you shamefully moan like a filthy slut into his ear. Arminâs grip on you tightens as he cruelly and slowly thrusts into you as deeply as he can. âIsnât it so pathetic how you just listen to me like that? Such a submissive little whore,â he sneers. He picks up the pace a little, gripping your waist, âsuch a useless slut, only good for my cock, huh? Want you to be my little goth bitch who I can come home to and use as my fucktoy. You would like that, yeah?â Armin peaks at your face only to be met with an empty-headed girl who is so lost in the twisting pleasure his cock brings. You can only whine in response as your pussy begins throbbing rapidly, tightly enclosing Arminâs perfect cock, getting closer and closer to your release. âCome on my cock, baby,â he heavily breathes out, biting your ear. You were stuck within Arminâs tight grasp, becoming addicted to him with no escape, but maybe that wasnât such a bad thing.
Ending 2: Armin pays the price for his abuse as you decide to have your way with him. (This is part of the fanfiction here).
Overwhelmed by the situation, you become engulfed in disgust - disgust at how you could even enjoy the cock of a person - a monster - who made this past school year a living hell, making you question your own worth, who made you feel like a freak, so isolated from and rejected by others - a monster who hid behind the face of an angel, manipulating and fooling others into believing that he in fact was the gentlemen he looked to be. Reluctantly riding his cock, you become fueled with rage, determined to serve him a dose of torment, determined to break the student council president, the bully, the one-and-only Armin Arlert. You had all the control; your attractive, alternative looks and mysterious personality already did wonders to him when he was alone in his dorm at night, fisting his cock away to fantasies about you, and with the painfully slow buckling of your hips on top of his dick, it was enough to earn such a pitiful whine from his usually rude mouth. âWas that a whine? From the student council president?â you asked, seething a sarcastic attitude and feigning fake shock. Armin was quick to express a displeased scowl but immediately began whining and moaning with a pleasurably contorted face as you began to play with his hard nipples under his button-up shirt. You laugh as he swiftly becomes a babbling mess sitting under you, him trapped in the mercilessness of your fingers flicking and twisting his sensitive, pink buds. âSo pathetic, maybe you arenât as dominant as you thought you were,â you teasingly say. Armin squirms underneath you as he tries to fight back but canât help but fall for your soft pussy, hardworking fingers, and your breasts sitting so lushly in your tight black shirt. âWant me to take care of you, baby?â you cruelly ask, and he nods quickly, needily whining. The sight of your bully underneath you, falling apart in your hands, cock on the verge of cumming, his face so incredibly red, and his moans so embarrassingly submissive for the student council president, raised an evil inside of you. You wanted nothing more than to tease and humiliate Armin to no end, so harshly, making him like you did, wanting nothing more than to take in the sight of his weak presence, lewd whines, and tears in his eyes as you deny him from cumming over and over. You begin riding his cock at a brisk pace, making sure to focus on his red tip every time you lift up your hips. So quickly did he want to release and let his eager fluids fly everywhere, but so cruelly did you deny him every time. âC-cumming, Iâm cumming,â he groans. You immediately stop moving, ânot yet,â you coo, earning a desperate moan from him. You keenly take off your choker and hook it promptly around Arminâs neck, giggling at how indecent he looked exposed below you. âWant to be my little slave now, yeah?â you ask, getting up off of his thighs and sitting on his knees with his poor cock in your hand. âLetâs see how long the student council president can last,â you creepily grin as Armin falls apart in the quick strokes of the hot goth girlâs hand.
Arminâs reaction to an s/o whoâs more manipulative
Soft Armin HCs sent in by @crunchy-cloudÂ
Nerd!armin x PopularBimboGirl!reader
Fratboy/Stoner!armin
Student council president bully armin x hot goth girl reader
Things that make me laugh
1Â 2Â 3Â 4
Tiktoks (not mine)
1Â 2
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Someone asked for a master list, so I figured I would go ahead and make one. I know itâs not a lot, but Iâm working on getting some more stuff out.Â
I really appreciate your guysâ support! I see all of your reblogs, tags, mentions, replies, asks, message, etc - Iâm not ignoring them! Iâm just a little busy haha, but I will respond soon, and I canât thank you guys enough. đđđ
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