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you’re armin arlert’s favourite muse ❤︎ sfw
gentle strokes of neutral hues painted on the white canvas, armin’s brush followed the natural shadows cast by the shadows of the trees outside, filtering through leaves and tracing gentle patterns over your face, highlighting your features.
you sat upon the wooden stool, your eyes tilted towards your portrait armin once painted that you simply could not help but adore— the painting consisted of greens and shades of pink and you as the subject of the painting. it was a reflection of a beautiful morning in the early spring where you wore a floral dress that seemed to belong amongst the roses around you.
you were armin’s favourite muse, the only one anyway.
he loved that every portrait looked different yet somehow each one felt unmistakably like you, the glisten in your eyes only he could visualise, the subtle curve of your smile, the way he was the only one who felt your soft brown skin under his cold fingers and your soft curls that carried the scent of vanilla that always lingered on his linen shirts, marking him in a way.
yet that wasn’t the favourite part of you, he knew your soul. words cannot explain the gentleness within you, the kind of purity that made him believe the devil itself would hesitate to reach you in fear of becoming pure.
sometimes, a thought would linger in his head, wondering if you saved him.
one blissful peck on the lips changed him in whole, as if his soul has been restored to something softer, that day, armin alert had reborn and that was his first day on earth and you taught him love.
he watched you behind his blonde lashes, unaware of how obvious his admiration to you was, his exhales growing shallow, his attention drifting towards you instead of the canvas.
feeling his warm gaze, you turned your eyes towards his.
“you’re staring..”
you pointed out, lips threatening to curve into a cheeky smile, watching his cheek flush instantly, turning his attention back to the painting and his hands moved across the canvas.
“well i am painting you” he murmured, as if the answer was evident, “i have to look at you, don’t i?”
a chuckle of amusement escaped you.
you knew he wasn’t the convincing liar yet you didn’t tease him, however the subtle tilt of your lips could not be helped, gaze wandering back to the other hanged paintings on the white crowded room, half of the paintings had been covered with a sheer brown cloth waiting to be sold, while other projects were abandoned.
he had better priorities, lately they happened to be you.
he once more picked up his wooden paint brush and continued an steady motion across the empty spaces of the canvas, your legs grew heavy for how long you’ve been sat on the chair without any support to your back, yet you didn’t complain once.
the sun slowly began to set behind the windows, the room growing dimmer, by the time the stars began to shine against your brown skin, armin stepped away from the painting in awe.
“would you like to see?” he tilted his head towards you in question, you hummed under your breath in response and walked towards the painting, eyes meeting the portrait of yourself for the first time.
armin tends to see something you never see in yourself, your little dimples that appear when you truly smile, the star kissed moles on your body, the slight imperfection on your skin, that softness that was hidden in the corner of your eyes.
your heart skipped a beat, tilting your head to armin.
“you never fail to amaze me, my love.” you muttered in awe, yet he was still captured by you, a soft smile settled on his lips.
“i could say the same about you.” his voice was low, intimate and intentional. it was hard not to kiss him right then and there, manicured fingers tangling on his blonde locks as he leaned onto your touch.
it was a sacred kiss — to him — something he only believed he should earn when he deserved it, he was filled with gratitude to have you, his soul was home again.
© 𝒇reakynad is speaking . . . spent my early morning writing this instead of doomscrolling, i’ve never tried this writing style before so i hope it isn’t too bad </3
⸻ sub armin & edging // MDNI 18+
“please?” a whine left his lips, so high and needy as your hand moved on his cock. armin was begging for some kind of release only to be denied of it, he was steadily losing his mind.
you coo, watching more tears spring in his eyes as you keep the same slow, teasing pace while stroking his cock. “do you deserve it?”
he nodded, his hips chasing your hand making you bite your lip from the desperate sight of your boyfriend begging to come. your hand started to speed up, gripping his shaft just enough that it was stimulating rather than painful—armin was always a sight but as more tears started to fall from his overstimulation, he looked like a renaissance painting.
you moved closer, keeping the small pace to kiss him deeply only pulling away when he tries to return it making him chase the kiss. you watch him with a sadistic smile on your face before kissing his cheeks and licking the tears from his cheeks.
armin whimpered, unashamed of his desperation and his need to come. he felt the tight coil of pleasure building in his lower abdomen making his stomach cave as his breath started to rapidly pick up. “please, please, m’so close!! please.”
you fingers gripped his chin, making him look at you right as you pulled your hand off his cock. “you know you have to ask” you tsked, shaking your head as you started again.
armin was shaking, part of it from his denied orgasm and then other from his shame. “please, mommy…” he wanted to come so bad but you weren’t letting up and his mind was so foggy that he couldn’t remember the question you asked, “i’ll be good. can i come, please? i’ll be good, i promise..”
you shushed him before he could get worked up, kissing his cheeks before pecking his lips. “you’re such a good boy for me, baby.” you caressed his cheek, placing yourself in his lap and wrapping your hand around his cock again, stroking him slowly.
armin relished in the praise, his brain foggy and nothing but a pile of mush. he whimpered as you started back on his overstimulated flesh, your hand moving slow and then steadily picking up the pace on his cock.
you listened to the soft whines and moans leaving his lips, your eyes shining as you watched him because boneless against the chair. his tip red from the constant edging begging for release—you wrapped your lips around the tip and stroking the base of his cock simultaneously.
armin’s eyes flew open as your warm mouth wrapped around his cock, bobbing your head up and down. his toes curled from the pleasure, his hands clenched into tight fists trying to fight off the intense pleasure.
you pull off his cock, licking your lips, “come for me, baby” your voice was soft and silky only for his ears to hear. it didn’t take much for him to come, the command making him shake through it. a long moan leaving his lips as he came.
thick, white ropes of cum landed on his chest as you milked him of the last bit. armin was spent, his hair matted to his forehead from the sweat and his tear streaked face would remain in your memory for days.
you smiled and leaned up, licking his chest clean from his cum before kissing him deeply. he greedily kissed back, moaning at the taste of himself on your tongue. you pulled back to look at him, “you did so good for me, baby. say thank you.”
armin’s head was in cloud, smiling in a daze as he looked at you, “thank you, mommy.”
you smirked devilishly, plotting on for the next time you can edge him and for how long it would last before he tapped out.
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a/n: edited this a bit like you’ll barely notice. @ramonathinks i added the mommy cause yeah… i need to write a full fledge fic lowkey
was kinda scaredd 2 post cuz i always think my drawings look crooked but.. heres Armin and my oc Ruan (Aka Xiang-wen)🥹 ill try to draw him in the future and give his info !!
I do think he's quite charmin'
Armin, Mikasa & Levi
Attack on Titan
‘She be up and down like a video game’ — (nerd/gamer) Armin A. :)
♤─── “Everytime you lose a heart, I’m gonna move okay?” You straddled his lap, your lips ghosting over his ear.
Armin’s has had his attention on the screen in front of him for the longest. Clicking away at the pc that earlier read ‘Minecraft.’ After some time you claimed a seat on his lap, grinding ever so slightly just to hear his breath hitch. If he would be glued to the game, why not at least add some incentive to it like the good girlfriend you are!
So every time his avatar fell, you’d roll your hips through the cloth.
“Please— I’ll l-log off…” he whined, the bulge in his pants becoming more evident.
“No, keep playing your game baby.” You shifted just the slightest, wrapping your arms around his neck and placing your chin on his shoulder.
Squeezing his eyes shut, attempting to push down the undying need. And in his predicament, he actually made it quite far! He mined for materials, crafted better supplies and made his way across the map.
Until one cave. It stared out smoothly, hacking away at the diamonds. But red flashed his screen, and one of his hearts turned into half. He thought you didn’t notice, maybe you wouldn’t pay attention to the spike im his heartbeat. But the red came again, another heart lost, and the ‘YOU DIED’ popped up on his screen.
You sat up, stabilizing yourself, “how many was that, 10 right?”
“(Name), please—“
Shushing him, you gave 10 mean rolls against his hard-on. You could feel the wetness pooling, and it only got worse after his moans. The sweet sounds after every bit of contact. He could cum in his pants right now!
“9…10…c’mon ‘min, respawn.”
“Please—just lemme-”
You hummed, cocking your head to the side. “Let you what?” You peeled off his crooked glasses.
“Cum…just- please.” His words were barely above a whisper. He looked so pathetic like this, eyes glossy and begging. How could you say no?
You didn’t respond, just planting a wet kiss along his jaw before getting out his lap. Sinking down to the space between his legs, pulling down his boxers + his pants in one pull. Leaving a teasing kiss on his slit.
Finally taking him all in your mouth, running your tongue along his length. Feeling the twitches he sent.
Armin’s hand found yours, gripping onto it like a lifeline.
“S-fuck, m’gonna—“
He came quicker than you thought he would, pulling off with a pop! The trail of cum decorating your hand and his twitching cock.
“You should play Minecraft more often.”
a/n : ok so I saw a TikTok like this…and yea😌 also havent played Minecraft in a while soooo probs inaccurate! also procrastinating another fic YAY!
You’ve been summoned for jury duty : @kamislop
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