Love Looks Not With The Eyes, But With The Mind

Eli | 20’s | She/They

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𝓦𝓮𝓵𝓬𝓸𝓶𝓮 | 𝚂𝚑𝚎/𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚢| 𝓐𝓫𝓸𝓾𝓽 𝓜𝓮

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Poking and tickling Sal Fisher to try and annoy him, but he lowkey just likes the attention and having you focus on him so he pretends to be annoyed but yk damn well he doesn’t want you to stop.

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You are the most incredible writer on the planet holy shit I wish I could live in your brain (said with love)

Aghh! You’re so sweet, tysm! ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Hi friends, i have a confession…it took me ten years, but i recently took a trip to Canada and on the 12 hour car ride there i watched a Sally Face play through. Wtf, it was so good, where has Sal Fisher been my whole life i love him so much. It sucks though because the fandom is mostly dead by now, but hey, why can’t i be the one to revive it? Anyway, i decided I’m going to start branching out and writing for the adult Sally Face characters. Right now this includes Sal, Larry, and Ash. As you know, in the case of smut, it will be dom!reader, and in headcannon format as i get writer’s block really easily and full fics are harder to complete. But yeah, if you want to send in any requests, please do!

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I’m rewatching aot with my sister in law and we’re starting season 3 today. I’m not prepared.🤣

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Hi! I have a question. Can I ask your permission to translate your stuff called how the aot men get off? I will indicate all credits and send you a link

Yes, no problem, provided you give credit!

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Thinking about pegging armin again, we moved on from the table scene way too fast.

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Having pots is so stupid, i fainted in the shower today and then for hours i was having terrible pre syncope episodes every time i stood up, and then i was like, hmm let me just drink straight pickle juice, and now i feel better and actually have color in my face.

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I headcannon that Armin is a whiny, desperate, pathetic bottom 95% of the time, until he gets drunk and becomes a flawless, confident sub top. You keep your wine cellar stocked so you can experience him in that state every now and again.

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An Idle Mind

Pairing: sub!Armin x Fem!Reader

Genre: smut

Warnings: pervert armin, armin jerks off in readers bed, reader walks in on it, armin is apologetic and scared, begging, reader makes armin jerk off in front of her, humiliation, cum, praise

An idle mind is the devil’s playground. At least that’s what they say, and Armin doesn’t find it to be far from the truth. All it takes is a half hour alone in your bed, surrounded by your things, the smell of your perfume, piles of laundry in the corner of your room, to get his mind drifting to places it shouldn’t outside the privacy of his own home.

You’re running a bit behind, caught up and busy doing something at your job, you texted him to just go ahead and make himself at home, maybe even take a nap if he wanted. Armin liked the idea of that, he knows your bed is plush and comfortable and draped in soft blankets and pillows. He found himself stretched out in your sheets before he could have a second thought about it.

Now, however, he’s remembering the last time he was in this bed, with you, peeling each other’s clothes off, lips smashing against each other’s. He thinks about how you touched him, hands all over his upper body, cradling his face, around his throat. You rode his dick like you’d been dreaming of doing it for months, even though it wasn’t the first time. The two of you have been together for almost a year now. But he’ll never get tired of feeling you tight around him, watching your tits bounce in his face.

His hand slips beneath his waistband almost involuntarily. It’s pathetic, really, how easily the thought of you works him up, and he’s almost embarrassed by it. He stops himself for a moment, questioning his choices. Does he really want to do this in your bed? Would you be mad at him if you found out. Armin decides it should be fine, if it’s quick, and you’ll never know. He’s unbearably horny now, his judgment is clouded anyway.

Unzipping the front of his jeans, he lets his cock spring free. He lets a glob of spit fall into the palm of his hand, bringing it to stroke himself painfully slow at first. His shoulders shudder a bit and his toes curl under the sheets. Letting his head fall back against the headboard, he lets out a pitiful whine as he speeds up his pace.

Armin, despite his fear of your disappointment in him, imagines that you’re there, stroking him off with your hand instead of his own. He’s so weak for you, so utterly devoted to you. He’s obsessed with your body, your mind, the way you make him feel. Every time you touch him he feels as though he’s found faith in a God.

He draws his knees up just slightly, bucking into his own grip. His mind feels cloudy and consumed by the feeling of wanting you, flash images of your nude body in bed with him keep him going, almost to the edge. He’s getting close, close enough that he doesn’t even hear you open your bedroom door. Close enough that he doesn’t open his eyes to see you gawking at him in shock.

“Armin? Couldn’t help yourself, could you?” You tut.

Armin nearly jumps out of his skin, hand ripping away from his dripping erection at the speed of light, he yanks the covers, your covers, over himself in shame.

“Fuck, i’m so sorry, i’m- so gross. Please don’t hate me!” He cries out, head hanging low, breathing erratically.

You kick your shoes off at the foot of the bed, taking a seat on the edge with a sly smile on your face.

“Don’t stop on my account, i think this is the best thing that’s happened to me all day!” You encourage, peeling off your jacket and jeans, leaving you in just your camisole and panties.

Armin glances up at you, consfusion and panic written all over his features.

“You- what? You’re not mad?” He asks cautiously.

“Mad? No. Turned on? Absolutely. This is the kind of thing that really gets me going y’know.” You grin “what, you need some visual stimulation?” You ask, reaching to peel off your tank top.

“Wait!” Armin stops you, “you’re asking me to…to do it in front of you?” He asks, cheeks flaming red. He bites his lip, avoiding your gaze.

“I want to watch, show me how you touch yourself when I’m not around.” You purr. Armin smiles slightly, unsure about how to proceed.

“I…don’t know how to do it with you watching, but…i can try. For you. If you really mean it.” He mutters.

Pulling the blanket down a bit, he shimmies out of his jeans, cock already half hard again at the thought of you being into this.

He wraps his hand around himself once again, giving his cock a few slow strokes and grinning up at you shyly.

“Like this?” He asks, voice laced with uncertainty.

You watch with hungry eyes, a wolfish smile playing on your lips as you drag your gaze up and down his body.

“Just like that baby, keep going for me.”

Armin’s eyes flutter shut, and his body loosens up at your praise. His grip on his cock tightens a bit and he speeds up his pace, the sounds of his spit slick hand moving up and down on it fill the space around you. Small, pathetic little whines and whimpers escape his lips, and it’s enthralling to you.

“Spread your legs a little wider, i want to see more of you.” You order gently, and he obeys. His legs part so that you have a clearer view of his hand moving up and down his dripping length, precum and saliva dripping down the curve of his balls.

“Mm, I’m close. I like you watching me.” Armin whimpers, exhaling a shaky breath as his limbs tense up a bit. “Can i see your tits? Please?”

You pull your camisole over your head, letting your breasts fall and Armin’s eyes immediately widen at the sight. He lets out a soft moan, thumbing over the head of his cock and twitching a bit at the sensation.

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum, please can i cum?” He begs, throwing his head back.

“Go on, show me what you’ve got”

Armin lets out a strangled cry as his body seizes up, and he cums in thick white ropes across his chest and stomach. His orgasm lasts a shockingly long time, spurt after spurt of cum painting his upper body as he shakes and trembles through it.

And when he’s done, chest heaving as he collects himself, blissed out and happy, you lean over and kiss him on his forehead.

“Now you’re going to wash these sheets.” You whisper.

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eating and fingering armins buh pls for science🥹🙏 maybe a lil overstim yfm

Something New

Pairing: Sub! Armin x Fem! (Implied)Reader

Genre: smut

Warnings: perv armin, kinky armin, rim job, fingering, praise, swearing, mommy kink, mention of pegging

It starts with a conversation, just like every other bedroom experiment you and Armin have conducted. He comes to you while you’re on the couch, scrolling through your phone mindlessly, and asks you your favorite question:

“Tonight i want to try something new. Can we talk about it?”

Armin looks like the picture of innocence, with his soft golden blonde hair and big sparkly baby blue eyes. Looking at him, if you didn’t know him, you would assume that he’s a modest and respectful young man. Having been with him for almost two years, however, you know that his brain is a vast wasteland of horny thoughts and kinky fantasies. He’s a bit dirty minded, a bit perverted if you will.

He sits down next to you, the neckline of his oversized sweater falling over his shoulder slightly as he folds his hands in his lap politely. This is going to be good, you can tell by the blush on his cheeks and the way he bites his lip; a nervous habit he’s had since you met him years ago.

“I want something specific from you, you don’t have to say yes, if you think it’s gross or something.” He murmurs.

“I don’t think anything about you is gross.” You reassure “but go ahead and tell me what you want.”

He leans back against the sofa, shrinking into himself as if he wants to disappear. His eyes dart to look at you and then sharply avert his gaze back to the floor. You grin at his anxious behavior.

“Well, i want- have you ever heard of-“

“Spit it out, Armin.” You gently urge.

“I want you to use your fingers. I want them inside me.” He quickly tells you, hiding his face behind his hands.

“Ok, we’ll try it. Was that so hard?” You tease.

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Shortly thereafter, Armin is face down against your shared mattress, face red and a small smile on his lips. You sit comfortably on your knees behind him, rubbing soft circles on the skin of his thigh.

“Please be gentle” he whispers, glancing back at you. “I’m nervous”

“Don’t be nervous, if you relax, it should feel good.”

You bring your hands to his ass, rubbing over the slope of his back and the cuves of his cheeks. Gripping both softly, you spread them and examine his puckered hole.

“I wanna do something really quick before i use my fingers, ok? Do you trust me?” You ask, licking your lips as Armin stares back at you in confusion.

“I- yes, I trust you, do whatever you want to me.” He nods

You lean down, tongue out and lick a long stripe between his cheeks. Armin jolts, whimpering softly at the feeling of your tongue on his hole. He closes his eyes, biting his lip and arching back against your face. You swirl your tongue around his entrance, dipping the tip inside just a little. He moans softly.

“That feels weird, fuck, i love it.” He drawls out, gripping the sheets. “Keep going, don’t stop. Please?”

You flick your tongue back and forth, pulling back just a bit to spit between his cheeks, and he gasps. Licking in slow circles, you reach below his belly to rub the tip of his cock. Armin cries out softly, unsure whether to grind back against your face, or into your hand.

“Fuck, hnn, that feels so fucking good mommy please.”

You pull your hand away, leaning back away from his ass and grab the bottle of lube off the nightstand. Shaking the bottle a bit, you uncap it and drizzle a generous amount of it down between his cheeks. Bringing your hand up to his ass, you circle your middle finger around his hole.

“Ready? Just relax.” You whisper, and Armin nods enthusiastically.

“Yes, please, put it in!” He whines out.

You dip your finger past his rim, stretching him out around your finger and slowly pushing it all the way inside. You can feel him tighten around your digit, body tensing up at the foreign feeling.

“Good?” You ask gently, using your other hand to rub his thigh affectionately.

“It feels…strange. Not bad, just…keep going. Please?”

You slowly pull your finger back and slide it back in, thrusting it softly to stretch him out a little more. Feeling around inside of him, your finger bumps that little spot inside of him that makes his knees buckle.

“Right there! Right…ah~ there!” He cries out sharply, and you speed up a little, hitting that spot over and over again until he’s moaning out your name. Pulling your finger out a little, you add your index finger and push them both back in against his prostate, he spreads his legs wider on instinct, back arching deep. He drops from resting on his arms, to resting on his chest, arms out in front of him flat on the bed. He cries out in pleasure as you continue to abuse that spot inside him with your fingers.

“That’s a good boy, taking my fingers so well, they’re so deep inside aren’t they?” You tease. Armin nods fast, tears spilling down his cheeks.

“Fuck yes, so deep, go harder.” He begs “i’ll do anything, faster, harder, please mommy?”

You slam your fingers in and out of him at a quick pace as he writhes below you on the bed. He can feel the knot forming in his stomach, coiling tighter and tighter the more you finger fuck his hole. You bring your other hand to fist his cock, and he sobs out in pleasure.

“Fuck, fuck, I’m gonna cum, i’m so close.” He moans out, throwing his head back. “Hnngh, mommy don’t stop. Fuck me, i’m all yours.”

“That’s right baby, all mine, cum for me.” You grin, pressing down roughly on his prostate one more time. He cries out, body seizing up and his ass hole tightening around your fingers. He cums in stripes of milky white across your bed sheets, a string of drool dripping down his chin as he rolls his eyes back and pants.

When he’s done, body twitching with the aftershocks of such a strong orgasm, you slip your fingers out of him and wipe them off with some baby wipes. Laying down beside him, he curls up next to you, resting his head on your chest and giggling softly.

“Was it everything you hoped it would be?” You ask

“Even better, next time i want to try pegging.”

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roommate nerdmin 🥹🥹 something similar to your perv armin hcs but they live together!!

Ooh, yes! I can do that!

Pervy Roommate Armin HCs

Pairing: sub!Armin x fem!reader

Warnings: pervert armin, manipulative armin, invasion of privacy, clothing theft, masturbation, exhibitionism, voyeurism, pillow humping, cum

On the surface, Armin is a fantastic roommate. He cleans up after himself, keeps his room tidy, and mostly keeps to himself.

He loves to bring you little treats from the grocery store, makes you coffee in the morning, brings you dinner in the evening while you’re super focused on studying.

He’s never loud while he’s playing his video games or watching his anime, you barely hear a peep out of him.

But you do notice that things tend to go missing from your room occasionally, and it makes you feel like you’re going crazy.

Armin is most definitely the one taking them. He’ll sneak into your room while you’re gone and peek into your underwear drawer, pulling out your favorite pairs and feeling the texture of the lace between his fingers.

He swipes shirts out of your dirty laundry piles and brings them to his bedroom, holding them up against his face and inhaling the scent of your perfume.

He gets intoxicated off of your smell, feeling himself start to get hard in his pants. He slips a hand beneath his waistband, rubbing his cock to the thought of you on top of him.

At night, he lays awake looking at all the pictures he’s taken of you walking around the house in just a sports bra or a big t shirt and underwear. He likes that you feel comfortable enough around him that you do that.

He stuffs his pillow between his thighs, thrusting slowly against it and pretending it’s you that he’s fucking.

You’ve never walked into his room without knocking but he wishes you would, he wants you to see how desperate he is for you.

Once, he heard your own soft moans coming from your room. He had no idea if you had brought someone home with you, or if you were just using the vibrator he knows you keep in your second nightstand drawer, but he stood outside your door, palming his own erection and just listening.

He imagines making you sound like that, drawing those sounds out of you with his head between your thighs.

Armin wants you bad, he wants to be with you, he wants to fuck you, he wants to share all of his filthy little fantasies with you. He determines that there has to be a way to lure you in.

As he blows his second load of the day all over his stomach, he lays there, breathing heavy and mind dizzy, thinking and planning how he can make this work.

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If anyone wants to send me a lil request or two in my inbox i wouldn’t mind actually 🥹

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The way i just found people on tik tok recommending my work, I’m giggling and kicking my feet, like WHAT?!🥰🥰🥰🥰

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Wet Dreams

Pairing: Sub! Armin x Gn! reader

Genre: Smut

Contains: humiliation, dom/sub, power play, overstimulation, wet dreams, nocturnal emissions, mentions of cum, possible somnophilia? Idk

Armin can feel your hands, nimble and soft, sliding down his narrow frame, fingernails scraping his chest. He can feel your breath on his neck, murmuring filthy things into his ear, your lips brushing his skin, tingling like electricity. His breathing picks up as you lean back, glaring down at him with that look in your eyes, almost predatory, and he shrinks into himself, hands above his head in submission. It’s exhilarating, giving himself to you like this, bending to your will, a mere object for your use, for your pleasure. He loves the nasty words you spit at him, the way you talk down to him like he’s nothing, like he’s useless in every way but this. He can be this for you; in fact, he could be whatever you wanted.

You put your hand around his throat, he feels that too, the way your fingers curl around the base of his jaw, pressing him down into the pillow. He blinks his heavy eyelids, looking up at you, your face inches away from his as you whisper

“You’re absolutely pathetic”

His eyes fill with tears, some slipping down his cheeks as he nods.

“I am, i am. I’m pathetic for you.”

You chuckle, leaning in like you’re going to kiss him. He closes his eyes, waiting expectantly, but you only brush your lips against his, pulling away just as quickly.

“Needy little thing.”

He feels your right hand wrap around his cock, stroking him fast all at once, overstimulation making him writhe underneath you as he tries to escape the burning pleasure. His stomach clenches, his muscles exhausted from the first two times you’ve made him cum.

“Please- i can’t, i can’t!” He cries out, breathing faster by the moment, whining helplessly as you bring him closer to the edge

“You’ll cum until I’m satisfied.” You sneer.

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You’re the first to wake up, stretching out your still limbs and yawning. Your eyes are a bit bleary from sleep, but the late morning sunlight streaming through your curtains tells you you’ve slept in much longer than you’d meant to. And then you feel it, the slow roll of his hips against your thigh, his hands gripping your t-shirt. You hear the soft sounds coming from his lips, and you smirk to yourself. Brushing a piece of blond hair off his face, you take a good look at him, brows knitting together, cheeks flushed red, mouth slightly agape. If it weren’t for your wanting to hear the juicy details of his dream, you’d let him sleep just to watch the expressions pass over his face.

He whimpers softly, breath catching in his throat, pressing himself against your thigh hard one more time, and then he goes still. His grip on your shirt loosens and his thighs un-tense around your leg. Your eyes squint in confusion, and then widen in realization. Slowly, you lift the covers to inspect the damage. The damage is evident.

Holding yourself back from giggling, you peel him off of your body and he stirs softly in his sleep.

“Armin, hey, wake up” you shake him lightly. His blue eyes open slowly, blinking up at you.

“Hm?” He hums, pulling himself up on his elbows. You watch him shift uncomfortably for a second, brows furrowing, and then the moment the realization hits him he all but levitates off of the bed.

“No…no, no, no, this is not real life, this is not happening to me, this is a dream.” He groans, cheeks burning. “I’m so sorry. I’m so, so sorry, I need to change.” He goes to stand and stops halfway “don’t look at me, I’m embarrassed…”

You chuckle, slapping a hand over your eyes, and lying back down on your pillow.

“What were you even dreaming about?” You tease while he’s in the corner of your room rummaging through his overnight bag. He pauses, glancing over at you, before returning to the task at hand.

“It’s…not important.” He mutters.

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Lazy, Rainy Day

Pairing: Sub!Armin x Dom!Fem reader

Genre: smut

Contains: sub top! armin, grinding, making out, praise, penetrative sex, hair pulling, moaning

There are days when doing absolutely nothing fills your body with a sense of restlessness. The idea of wasting hours being unproductive feels like torture, and the urge to get moving claws at your ribs like the bars of a cage. Those are the days when the sun shines outside and the hustle and bustle on the streets outside your apartment window calls out your name and beckons you to come out and seize the opportunity.

But this is not one of those days.

The rain has been on and off, pouring, drizzling, sprinkling and pouring all over again for the last 24 hours. It began the previous day’s afternoon and persisted throughout the night, into the morning, and now, carrying on into the early evening. The clock on your nightstand reads 4:45 PM. Too early for dinner, too late for a nap, but that doesn’t stop Armin from dozing peacefully on your left.

Every now and again he cracks open his tired blue eyes, snuggling close to you and muttering a few words and then drifting off again. You let him have his lazy little day, it’s few and far between that he gives his brain a rest. As for yourself, you are content under your mountain of blankets, listening to the hammer of rain against your bedroom window, and numbing your mind with trash TV.

You yawn, stretching your limbs and climbing out of bed to grab a glass of water from the kitchen, and by the time you return, Armin is rubbing his sleepy eyes and wiggling his way out from under the blankets.

“Good morning sleepyhead, or should I say good evening. You’re not going to sleep tonight.” You tease him. He smiles lazily.

“Try me.”

You climb back into the bed, placing your cup on the nightstand and turning your body towards his. Reaching out to smooth down his bed head, you smirk.

“You’re cute when you’re lazy.”

Armin’s cheeks grow pinkish under the dim tv lighting, unfamiliar with the flattery. He inches toward you, curling his arm around your waist and nuzzling his nose into your neck. You lean back, kissing his hair softly as you brush your fingers down his back over the thin T-shirt he’s wearing.

He leans back to look at you, only holding eye contact for a brief few seconds before he looks away bashfully. You cup his cheek and kiss him on the mouth, smooth and languid as he returns the favor. He hums every so quietly against your lips, pressing his body against your own and holding you tightly like you may float away if he lets you go. Your fingers tug gently at his blonde locks and he squeaks softly.

Your relationship with the boy is only 4 months and 10 days old. He’s counting. He told you that the first night he slept over at your place, nervously fidgeting with his fingers. That was the night he gave you everything he had to give, and his soul became intertwined with yours in the most intimate of ways. Still, the topic of sex makes him a bit shy, even now when you can feel him erect against your thigh.

Breaking the kiss for a moment, you smile at him, caressing his cheek with your thumb.

“Are you feeling needy?” You ask. Armin’s blush deepens and he bites at his lip slightly, avoiding contact with your eyes as if they were daggers. He nods hesitantly.

“Maybe a little…if that’s okay with you?” He whispers shyly.

“More than ok. Do you want to keep going?” You hook your index finger beneath the waistband of his sweatpants and he nods a bit more vigorously this time.

“Yes, please.”

You tug his pants down and off, tossing them by the bedside, and then shimmy out of your sleep shorts. His heart races as he watches you curiously.

When you return, you kiss him fervently. His hands slip underneath your tank top, sliding over your skin and up your back as your lips move against his, rhythmic and intimate. You palm him softly over his underwear and he whimpers softly, rocking his hips into your hand. You trace the length of his erection from base to tip and then rub him firmly. He breaks the kiss to inhale deeply, breathing out a soft “hnnh”.

“You’re awfully sensitive today, huh?” You tease. He half smiles, glancing up at you.

“I’m always so easily wound up when it comes to you.” He breathes.

You hook an arm underneath his, around his ribs, and pull him over on top on you. Armin collapses softly against you, his weight delicate but his breath heavy, chest pressed to yours. His palms find the sheets on either side of your shoulders, fingers curling like he needs to anchor himself. His blonde hair tickles your cheek as he dips down, kissing you again, but this time slower, deeper, every exhale trembling through you.

He grinds his hips against your core, grunting softly every time the friction feels just right. His body moves in desperate rhythm, every push dragging soft, needy whimpers from his lips. He clings tightly to you. Your nails dig lightly into the fabric at his back, pulling him down until his forehead presses to yours. His lashes flutter, lips parted, breath ghosting over your mouth.

“Feels good.” He whispers, voice all but pleading.

Armin’s half-smile falters into something needier, a whimper slipping out before he can stop it. His hips buck again, harder this time, his whole body shuddering.

“I need it. I need you. Please.”

You tug his boxers down and he kicks them off hurriedly, tugging your panties down your legs and gripping your thighs gently. His right hand guides himself against your entrance, and he pushes into you as quickly as he possibly can. He moans out loud, his open palms flattening on the bed, sliding up and gripping the sheets by your head to steady himself.

“Fuck, i can’t-“

“Keep going baby.” You whisper against his ear, your own hand flattening against the curve of his ass, guiding him to grind rhythmically into you.

He breathes against your neck, eyes rolling back and lips parted. You kiss the corner of his mouth, then his cheek and his jaw, down to his neck. His hands tangle themselves in your hair, kissing you roughly, moaning softly against your lips.

“Does it feel- am I doing ok?” He asks, breaking away from your lips and staring down at you with heavy lidded eyes.

“So good baby, you’re so good.” You praise. He whimpers, dropping his head against your neck once again.

He brings his hand to where the two of you are connected, thumbing circles over your clit, causing your legs to tremble slightly. You arch your back, chest pressing into his, arms wrapped tightly over his shoulders.

“Fuck, good boy, keep doing that.”

His hips give a quick jerk at the sound of your praise, doing his best to keep a proper rhythm despite his ever impending climax. He’s so close, thighs twitching and stomach tightening intermittently. He keeps circling your clit nonetheless, and you feel your own orgasm approaching.

“Mnnh, I can’t hold it, please i’m so close.” He moans against the column of your throat, pressing sloppy kisses there.

“Just a little longer for me baby, i know you can.”

“I- I..” he gasps, hips stuttering as he tips over the edge. His rhythm falters but his determination is evident as he continues his pursuit to make you cum. “Please~” he whimpers, overstimulation scalding white hot in his center.

You shake slightly, tossing your head back and groaning against his ear as your own climax hits you all at once, forcefully and all consuming. He slows his pace, shivering slightly though the two of you are damp with sweat beneath the blankets. His breathing is deep and heavy against your neck as he collapses down onto your chest, holding you tightly.

The rain has stopped outside and the clock reads 5:20 PM. Armin’s heavy eyes flutter shut as he relaxes into you. You run your fingers gently through his hair, scratching at his scalp softly and he hums.

“Now what?” You whisper “Are you hungry?”

He shakes his head against your chest in protest. Already rubbing his eyes lazily and yawning.

“No, it’s nap time.”

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Broken

Pairing: Sub!Armin x Dom! Fem! Reader

Genre: Filthy Smut

Warnings: edging, blue balling, ruined orgasms, degrading, lingerie, slapping, gagging, face sitting, mentions of masturbation, subspace, crying, p in v sex, pure nastiness

How long does it take to completely break him?

To make him hit rock bottom, completely at your mercy, no thoughts of anything but you, and your touch, and your taunting dulcet voice.

That’s what you’re on a mission to discover, and it all begins with you waltzing into your shared bedroom in absolutely nothing but a satin robe and lacey lingerie.

Sweet Armin; sweet well mannered, blameless Armin, he sits cozied up in his sweater, with his perfect little nose buried in a hardback novel. He feels your presence entering the room before he sees you, but when he does see you, he gazes. His mouth falls open, and he gasps a tiny gasp. His ears turn scarlet and he blushes deep, from cheeks to chest.

“What are you- what is this?” He whispers quietly “What are you going to do?”

You stay silent, taking notice of how he drinks you in, his head tilted to the side as his wide blue eyes scan every inch of your body. His book is forgotten now, he snaps it shut and tosses it beside him.

“What should i do?” He asks, ready and willing, and eager.

“Lie down. Don’t touch me, don’t shut your eyes, don’t speak unless i say. Understood?”

His mouth shuts immediately, and he nods with aggression, allowing his back to hit the pillows. You climb on top of his slender body, pressing your clothed center directly against his growing hard on. He squirms.

When you kiss him, you kiss him hard, passionately, hungrily like some kind of wild animal, and he feels weak and helpless. Armin adores that feeling, he longs for it, he wants it more than anything, so he lets it consume him. You grip his jaw and fix his head in place, his eyes on your own as you growl

“Mouth open, tongue out.”

He obeys through smooshed cheeks, extending his tongue. You press two fingers against it, and whisper

“Suck.”

Armin blinks his watery eyes and closes his lips around your fingers, and you begin to grind against him fervently. A whimper dies in the back of his throat as you push your fingers back further catching his tongue between them. He gags, a string of drool dripping from his wet mouth and down your hand.

He keeps blinking, slowly, his eyes are heavy and he’s fighting to keep them open like you told him to. You run your other hand down his chest, lifting your lower body a bit to unzip his pants and shove them down enough to pull him out of them. Sliding your panties to the side, you guide him into you and he moans, jaw relaxing and eyes finally squeezing shut. Before he can think, the back of his head hits the headboard and your hand is around his neck.

“What did i tell you? Tsk, already disobeying.”

“M’sorry, sorry…fuck”

You slap him once.

“Keep your mouth shut.” You snap

“Oh my god, do that again!” He wails.

You hit him a second time and he throbs.

“Ah, ‘m gonna cum!” He cries

Your palm meets his cheek a third time and he’s trembling all over, his hips are rising to meet your thrusts and his head falls back as he pants. But you don’t let him cum. In fact, you lift yourself up and off of him, tying your robe shut and sauntering off into the bathroom. Armin sobs.

…

That was only day one. The following evening you repeat the same process, working him up, getting him right on the edge and then walking away. You continue this, watching him grow more and more defeated and distraught as the days pass. He thinks it must be temporary; he hopes it’s temporary. You’re just having your fun and you’ll let him cum eventually. But that day doesn’t come, and a week comes and goes.

By week two, Armin is becoming increasingly desperate. When you approach him with that look in your eyes, his stomach sinks, but he’s hard as stone in seconds. He leaks like a broken faucet from a simple brush of your fingertips against his lower stomach, he’s so sensitive, even close proximity makes his brain short circuit. You wake him up and serve him breakfast and morning blow jobs with zero release, and at night time you edge him mercilessly until he’s sobbing into your chest. He’s tired, pent up, and he’s fantasizing about cumming constantly.

He’s begging by Friday, chasing your lips when you kiss him.

“I’ll do anything. Please, just one time?”

“Use me, hurt me, break me please, whatever you want!”

“Please please please just make me cum. Please don’t stop this time, I’m begging you, have mercy”

By week three, he’s no longer capable of functioning around you. He can’t make eye contact, he can’t focus long enough to form sentences. He thanks you when you edge him.

“Thank you for keeping me desperate, thank you for hurting me, thank you…hnn”

He’s gone, rutting into the mattress at night and whimpering lewdly like he’s dreaming of fucking you. And he probably is.

But when he hits week four, he can’t sleep at all. He’s there; rock bottom, completely broken. He cries when you touch him, cries when you ride his face and don’t allow him to touch himself.

You ask with a sick sweetness in your voice “Do you even remember what it feels like to cum, sweetheart?”

“No, but i’d wait forever for you.”

“Do you even know how long it’s been?”

“Twenty-nine days and 6 hours.” He whispers desperately.

“Wow,” you mock “keeping count?”

He nods, his eyes glazed and empty.

“I’m yours.”

And finally, when you decide to touch him just enough, with soft strokes, gentle kisses and nasty whispers.

“That’s it baby, just like that, give it to mommy.”

He starts to cry, because it’s finally happening. He’s about to cum, he’s right there and he tumbles over just slightly, and you don’t let it finish. You edge him to the breaking point, then ease off, watching his body shudder as it spills; barely. No pleasure, just aching, scorching, agonizing pressure.

No satisfaction, no relief. He pants, staring at you with wet eyes.

“That wasn’t… that wasn’t real!”

“No, baby. That was mine. Not yours.” You whisper with a gentle kiss.

He’s devastated.

“I still need you, i can’t-“

You do it again, and again. And each time, he thinks this will be the one, but each time, you take it away at the very last second, letting his body shake and writhe.

He stops asking after the third time. His words fade into soft sobs and broken moans. Armin doesn’t even want to cum anymore, he just wants you.

…

He doesn’t ask anymore, he prays to a god he’s never believed in. He’s been ruined so many times his body’s trained to tremble at the sound of your voice, his cock is sensitive beyond what he ever imagined was possible. You’ve conditioned him to ache just from hope. But the night comes when you crawl into bed and whisper

“Tonight, I’m going to let you come.”

He stares at you like you’re that God.

You straddle him, slowly peeling off his clothes and cupping his flushed cheeks.

“You’ve been so good for me baby” you whisper.

“I’d wait longer if you asked me to.”

“I know~”

You don’t waste a minute teasing him, not this time. You devour him, kissing him everywhere; his jaw, his chest, his trembling thighs. You slip him inside of you and ride, deep and intimate, covering him in your praise. Armin feels like he has died, he’s all but floating and he’s struggling to ground himself now. Tears flow freely down his cheeks as he moans softly, reaching out for you and holding on for dear life. His eyes are hazy, focusing and unfocusing, he feels like he might pass out as he feels it building up inside his lower belly. It’s the kind of build up that lingers, it’s slow and intense and it’s so good that it’s terrifying. He feels fear rising up in him as he gets closer and closer to the edge and when the coil snaps, he feels like he’s falling apart.

Armin cums so hard, and for so long, that his ears are ringing and it leaks, it drips out of you from where the two of you are connected. He’s wailing, hot tears pouring down his cheeks and his body feels hot all over. He’s like a raw nerve, vibrating and shaking and tingling all over. You slow down, and stop, kissing the salty tears from off his face, and he pants against your neck, his grip on your body staying firm.

“Thank you, thank you, i love you, I’m yours, all yours” he whispers, through labored breathing. He’s there, right where you wanted him from the beginning. Thankful, obedient, broken.