#sub! armin

[eli0004]

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

[mysicklove]

boys who love overstimulation live in my head rent-free. because who can really like something like that? it hurts so badly, and it makes their mind go terrifyingly blank, so why do they not use their safeword? why do they let you torture them so?

closing their eyes and letting out the most broken and pathetic sobs with every second to pass by. they cant do anything, just have to sit there and take it while their tip throbs and tears flood their eyes. sobbing out, "too much! its-stop it! im sensitive!!" while you kiss their cheek and force their thighs open.

the boys who like the way they feel powerless under you. they cant fight back against the overstimulation, their mercy belongs to you completely. there mind goes blank during this time, only focused on your movements and the pain. in the back of their heads they can hear the lewd squelching noise of the cum dripping down their shafts mixed with your cruel movements. the way their body jerks when you reach the head repeatedly and their wrists tighten against the sheets to bare the pain.

but the whole time they are looking at you with most lovesick eyes. some smiling at you while tears running down their face, while others plead for you to give them a break. either way, the next time you touch them, they are begging you for more after they orgasmed.

izuku, kyojuro, denki, keigo, reo, armin, douma, eren, tengen, bachira, isagi, zenitsu

[arminbreeder]

{A new beginning}

Part 1

Aot university au , kinda of a slow burn, submissive/masochist Armin (spicy ahead!!) x fem reader, Armin and reader as marine biology major (my first time writing a fic please bare with me :)))

As the new girl in town, you found it hard to settle in your new university. You had to move mid of sophomore year for personal reasons. But none the less there you are breaking your back to bend and lift your heavy boxes from a semi empty U-Haul. You huff as you feel your grip on the box you carry giving out, when all of a sudden the pressure eased as you see a black haired girl on the other side of the enormous imposing box you carry. “You must be the new roomie, I’m Mikasa” she grunted as she helped you with your heavy load. You finally set the box down in the center of the cozy living room. The living room quite large for a college dorm behind you lays a light gray loveseat sofa, to the right of you a large light brown recliner, the room was decorated with fairy lights and standing lamps. “Hey, yeah I’m new around here my is y/n” you state “so what brings you here y/n?” She asks as she walks to the kitchen opening the fridge and pulling out two sodas. “Well a lot of personal issues and I’ve found out that this university has best marine biology program in the nation” you blurt out “oh your a marine biologist major?, one of my close childhood friends is a marine biologist major too his name is Armin you might have classes with him” you noted that name in your mind, you’ve been worried and worked up about meeting new people and new friends at this school. But now it seems like you have a shot at a new life, new beginning.

[pxpcornskies]

Drunken Confessions

Armin Arlert x Reader!

Word Count: 1.18k

CW: alcohol usage

very fluffy, slight jealous angst. deal with it bitches

“Y’know, you’re really hot…”

You looked beside you at your drunk friend, Armin. His head was resting on the bar top as he looked at you, eyes slightly glazed over. His finger was trailing around the rim of the empty mug in front of him. He’d had a few too many drinks. It was weird how he was still conscious. “Min, you’re drunk.” You chided, signaling the bartender over for the bill. “M’ not..” He mumbled, a slight frown creasing his eyebrows. You rolled your eyes as you paid before sliding off the bar stool, wrapping Armin’s arm over your shoulder. “C’mon, let’s get you home.” There were protests, but the blonde was too weak to argue. He allowed you to help him up and out of the bar.

“Damn, you’re heavier than I thought. You put on some muscle?” You were trying to drag Armin to his apartment, but his loopy state didn’t exactly make things easy. Instead, you decided to go to a hotel for the night. As you escorted the male, a thought crossed your mind. I’d like to see. Quickly, you shook that thought from your mind as you swiped the card for the door, pushing it open. You both nearly fell, but Armin leaned against the wall to support. He yawned, breath smelling like beer as he blinked lazily. “We home?” He asked, rubbing his eyes as he staggered towards the bed, collapsing on it. “No, I got us a room at a hotel. Seems we’ll have to share the bed…” “Kinda like a couple?” 

You glanced over at Armin, who was now sitting at the edge of the bed. He fiddled with the hem of his shirt, a nervous habit of his. He’d had a crush on you for a while and it was painfully obvious, though he thought that no one knew. Clearly, that was not the case. “I mean, if you want to think of it that way, sure.” He glanced up, a pretty rose pink spreading across his features. You returned his gaze, not breaking eye contact with him. “Y-y/n?” The male asked, his words faltering a bit. You hummed before turning around, slipping off your shirt and tossing it to the floor. Soon after, you crawled into the bed, laying down as Armin’s eyes followed you. It didn’t take long before he took off his own shirt and slid next to you. The two of you stared at each other, no words being spoken. The blonde licked his lips slightly, eyes drifting to yours briefly. You noticed this and smirked, licking your own, slowly coating them with your saliva. Sometimes, you couldn’t help but tease your friend, despite knowing his feelings. Scooting over, you wrapped your arms around his waist, burying your head into his chest. He froze, attempting to process what you just did. Hesitating for a moment, he slowly wrapped his own arms around you in return, holding you tightly. “G’night Min…” You mumbled quietly. His breathing paused briefly before letting out a quiet sigh. “You’re killing me Y/N…”

Later that evening, you awoke to Armin being gone, the light in the bathroom on. Yawning, you got up from your spot on the bed and shuffled over, finding the blonde splashing water onto his face. He spotted you and gave a small smile. “Oh hey Y/N, what are you doing up?” Rubbing your eyes momentarily, you leaned against the doorframe. “I could ask you the same thing. It’s the middle of the night.” Armin chuckled sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck. “Woke up with a bit of a hangover, but it wasn’t as bad as normal. Figured I’d splash some water on my face to help.” A slight frown crossed your features before yawning again, tugging at his arm. “Come back to bed Min..” His eyes widened, a bright red crossing his cheeks. A slow smile took his lips and he hummed. “It’s like you love me or something.” “Never said I didn’t, did I?”

Watching your [hair color] colored hair bounce as you took him back to the shared bed, he couldn’t help but feel his heart beat in his chest heavily. God, he could kiss you right now, but he didn’t want to just force himself onto you. You turned back to face him, having felt his eyes on you. “Min, you okay?” You ask, tilting your head to the side a bit. “Oh, yeah sorry. Just lost in thought is all.” He was so easy to read, it was almost painful. Pulling your hand away, you turned completely to face the male, pausing maybe a few inches away. His breath hitched in his throat as he looked down at you. “Y-y/n?” Armin questioned, his voice barely above a whisper. Could he have said what he was thinking out loud? Is that why you were staring at him? Your gaze flickered to his lips briefly as your hand slowly raised, cupping the boy’s cheek. Almost instantly, he leaned into the warm touch. Your thumb traced his bottom lip, hooking at the corner and pulling them apart, ever so slightly. His eyes were on you, unwavering, unblinking, completely focused on your actions. “Y’know, I think you're the only one that hasn’t realized yet, but you are VERY clear with your intentions. It’s easy to see. Regardless, I know how you feel about me Min. Since day one actually.” The blonde’s eyes widened as he searched your face for any hint of deceit, any teasing, any intentions that didn’t have his best interest. He didn’t find any, instead seeing the calm and caring in your expression as you smiled at him. “I like teasing you, seeing how you react, but I don’t think I can go any longer with this charade of pretending not to notice. So tell me Armin, how do you feel about me?”

It seemed as if the world stopped, time froze. A minute passed, then two, then five before Armin DARED to utter a word. “I love you, Y/N. I have for so long, it was painful hearing you speak about other guys, seeing you talk to them. All of that time, I just wanted to pull you away and call you mine, but I couldn’t. It hurt so much, but I didn’t want to burden you with my feelings. ‘M sor-” He was cut off, feeling your soft lips pressed against his, hands resting on his shoulder. The blonde returned the advance, his hands finding their way to your waist. Once you two pulled away, a bright smile took over your lips. “I love you too ‘Min. Just been waiting to hear you say it.”

[hobilluvvr]

lost ocean troubles | 1

college au!  sub!armin x dom!reader

words - 3k 

warnings - sexual harassment, violence, blood, injuries, cursing, smoking

parts - ||

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I had a sudden urge to write something involving sub! Armin along with sub! Eren and this was the result. This is the first time I’ve written this much and actually posting it so feedback is very much appreciated since I’m very much a novice when it come to writing. Some things to note about this work. This is an reader insert but some things have been determined such as height. Reader is taller than Armin almost the same height as Eren (6ft) and reader is female! With that out of the way please enjoy 

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All Armin could feel at the moment was fury. He had spent countless days, even weeks on this project even going as far as messing up his sleeping schedule in order to get the details just as perfect and accurate as he could.

Unbelievable.  How does that even happen? Who loses an entire project and blames it on the student ? Armin's cheek flush in frustration, hands tugging at his blond locks, anger quickly clouding his head.

He was so relieved and proud when he finished his project, believing it was one of his best ones yet. Earlier today his professor called him into his office to tell him that they have lost his project and that he would have to redo the entire thing

He couldn't. No …..He wouldn't . He won't redo the project at the expense of his health. Right now all he needed was a drink.

Shot after shot after shot of vodka , until any trace of madness had left his body and instead replaced with intoxication. His small frame was slumped over the bar counter, forehead on the cold smooth material of  wood, a contrast to his warm, flushed cheeks.

“ Another shot please “ he signalled to the bartender, words slurring slightly,  not even bothering to lift his head up

The bartender gave armin a dirty look as he refilled the tiny cup, pushing it towards him. He immediately chugs it down with no hesitation, eyes crinkling at the burning tingling sensation at the back of his throat.

Relief. His mind was empty as he savored the drink. What time is it ?I should probably head home , he thought, hands reaching for his bag, standing up from the stool he was previously sitting on.

 Immediately the pounding in his head threw off his balance, his knees buckling, stumbling. His hand flew to his head to help the pain of the ache.

Somehow he managed to stumble his way out of the bar and into the streets, the lights blinding making him even more disoriented . “oww” he whimpered out, eyes closing  as he reached into his bag, fingers searching for his phone

“What the-'' where's the phone? He brought it right ? How is he supposed to call an uber without a phone ? in his panicked state he didn't hear the footsteps approaching him

“A pretty girl like you shouldnt be out alone at this time, especially in the streets “ a hearty deep voice called out to him

Armin narrowed his eyes at his words . Did he just refer to him as a girl? looking up to the man, armin tries to give him the best glare he could muster up  

“ i'm not a girl “ he lightly mumbled,  “leave me alone “he hiccups right after , hands still searching for his phone

“Aww don't be like that sweetheart” the man cooed, placing a hand on armins wrist, preventing him from moving. “ Here,  why don't I take you home with me and I'll take care of you. Can't have a pretty thing like you all alone “ he smirked, now pulling at both of his wrists.

Armin thrashed in his hold, his wrists hurting from the amount of pressure being applied. “I don't even know you “ his head pounding even more.

 Why can't this man just leave him alone? All he wants to do is snuggle into his warm blanket. “ leave me alone” he struggles even more , hiccupping as the man now is trying to pull him towards his chest.

“Don't worry darling, I know just the thing to help you, “ the man sneers as he runs a finger down Armins chest, his mouth watering. Armin flinches at the contact , he doesn't want the mans touch anywhere near him.

“I SAID LEAVE ME ALONE “ he yells, managing to free one of his arms from the man's hold. Stumbling back into the wall .

 He takes a look at his wrist and he can see that they have turned red, feeling sore . He hiccups again, desperately wishing the man would leave him alone

“Ahhh a feisty one i see” the man slightly taken aback from the sudden shout, eyebrows raising in delight “ i know just exactly what to do with your kind “ walking towards the shaking pale boy, effectively cornering him against the brick wall

What does someone do in this situation? What can he do ? thought armin, his head pounding from all the liquor , not thinking clearly. He just wants to go home . armin sniffles as yet again the man takes his wrists into his hold, too weak to fight back

wait ….. The man's hands are right in front of him ……

“AHHHHHHHH” the man shouts as he brings his hand to his chest, teeth marks evident on his skin “ YOU LITTLE BITCH! I TRIED TO PLAY NICE BUT YOU JUST FUCKING BIT ME !” His face red , disgust displaying on his features.

He lifts his hand and the sudden sound of a thud resides in the quiet street, echoing through the empty space.

Pale blue eyes tearing, his body shaking so much from the cold and the pain, he hiccups as he lifts his head to see a sudden fist swinging at the mans grinning cheek , catching him off guard knocking him to the ground, the heavy man crashing roughly into the concrete

Armin's legs gave out, knees meeting the cold rough concrete, hand raising to his cheek, eyes watering at the pain.  Was he just slapped ? How did he even end up in this situation? What is that liquid on his cheek¿

Armin could barely make out the figure of his hero, as the events happening in front of him seem to unfold so quickly, eyes hazy as they adjust to the scene. Who is this person ?

“ HE SAID TO LEAVE HIM ALONE” a voice shouts out as the heavy man's face is being beaten up to the point of no return, blood coming out of everywhere  “ YOU BASTARD ! “  the man can only twitch as the mysterious person fist keep coming into contact at every point of his body

Armin is sure the man's nose is broken, purple and reddish hues already starting to form on his face, blood splattering out of his mouth as the girl in front of him kicks him in his stomach, heavy boots furthering the damage potential.

A sliver glint catching his eyes, leading his eyes to her hands, rings adorning each finger , blood now staining almost all of them . 

He cringes at the thought of being hit that hard, the girl clearly having strength , the rings only adding  to the punches.

The man sputters out more blood, staining the concrete, as the girl gives a final kick to his back, his body beaten to a bloody pulp.

“ Don't you ever try to harass anyone again , you dick “ she spits out, voice venom laced, eyes glaring down at him.

Armin hears the faint thud of the heavy boots approaching him, a body crouching down to his level,  a finger gently lifting his chin up, eyes meeting soft ones.

“ Are you okay ?

~

You sigh as you tap your boots on the linoleum floors, fingers readjusting your rings on your fingers. How long does it take for someone to take a shit ? God damn it's been over fifteen minutes already

Your hand pounds at the bathroom door “ Eren ! “ you call out “ Hurry the fuck up!” at this point you were considering abandoning him, clearly not in the mood to wait .

“ Give me a damn minute! I'm almost done ! '' a displeased  voice calls through the door . you roll your eyes at his response, having heard that exact same thing just minutes ago.

You should’ve never brought him to a mexican restaurant, the man clearly not being able to handle some beans. Talk about being weak

“Meet me outside when you're done “ you say only hearing a grunt in response, signalling your exit. The cold wind immediately hits you as you open the door , cheeks stinging as you pull at your jacket , glad at having brought one.

Your hand reaches into your pocket pulling out a box of cigarettes, looking for your lighter.

You place a death stick onto your ringed digits, quickly lighting it up and bringing it up to your lips, inhaling slowly .

You only allow yourself to smoke when you're having a stressful day or something like that. The sight of you with cigarettes is a rare sight .

 What a shitty day you had today. You are glad that going out to eat with Eren cheered you up a bit .

You softly exhale the grey smoke into the air, grinning, content in watching the smoke from a thin stream as it dissolves into the air. You were about to bring the cigarette up to your lips again until you heard a shout .

You know it's a bad habit and that you should stop but it's not like you smoke a pack a day.

 Your eyes narrowed, mouth frowning at the noise. What the hell? Another shout erupts , a yell following shortly . That voice……you could hear just the faintest slurring of words .

Your eyes widen at the realization, dropping your cigarette onto the floor, boot smoldering it out heading toward the noise.

Your feet quickly guide you to the commotion, rounding up the corner when a loud slap rings throughout the street

You see a pale, blond boy with his hand on his cheek, on the ground shaking. You quickly look at the man who caused his pain, grinning down at the defenseless boy and that's when you snapped.

You could only feel rage as you kept hitting him on the face, chest, neck ,everywhere you could, eyes glaring down at him, only the sight of blood greeting you.

You didn't even know you hit the man until you felt a burning sensation on your fist.

you kicked him one more time in the back before leaving the bloody pulp of the man alone . God, your hand is stinging so much . 

you take a look at your knuckles and they are for sure busted, red and bloody along with your rings. Tch ,  Damn bitch got blood all over my rings.

You wipe your hand on your shirt before approaching the small boy. His body shaking violently, his whimpering and soft crying pulling at your heart.

You didn't stop . You couldn't. What kind of piece of shit tries to take advantage of a drunk person ? And to even go as far as hitting them ?

 You crouch in front of him, hand gently bringing his head up to meet your eyes with his

You take a look at his cheek, and notice how red, almost blistered the skin is , a portion of his lip busted open, some blood trailing on his face.

In the most gentle voice you could muster you ask  “ Are you okay ?”

Upon hearing these words the boy starts full on crying, sobs racking over his frame. His head shaking to the side repeatedly, lack of breath causing him to wheeze.

You reach for his hands, holding them gently, rubbing your thumb on the back of his palm “Hey, hey don't cry, the man can't hurt you anymore, i'm not even sure he can stand up “ 

He looks into your eyes again and he can see the sincerity behind your words, you're not going to hurt him , he's safe now .

 The boys crying seem to ease down at these words “ Don't worry he wont do anything to you, i got you, you're safe” You feel so bad for the boy.

 His wrists are just as red too, that shit excuse of the man clearly planning on doing something to him.

He was probably just going out for a drink and now he's in this shit of a current situation.

 He sighs a breath of relief, crying easing up , lifting up his hand to wipe off his tears but noticing them in the grasp of your hands. His eyes trial down to blood on your knuckles and he feels bad. That must've hurt.

You only give him a smile “ Dont worry about it “ you start to get up, your hands still intertwined with his, “Think you can get up?

The boy nods slightly and attempts to lift himself up, his knees instantly buckling and sending him tumbling down .

you wince upon seeing this, gently placing an arm around his waist, putting his arm around your neck as you pull him up, clearly not being able to walk steadily with his legs

“Thank you “ he hiccups out, teary blue eyes meeting yours . He has really pretty eyes you notice, like a pastel version of blue , somewhat resembling the beginning of the ocean.

 Both of you begin to slowly walk  towards the store Eren was at. The boy only slightly stumbling  on his feet

“Ohh i almost forgot to tell you my name ! im (your name) ! what's yours? “  you mentally slap yourself. How did you forget to tell him that? You only hope he wasn't weirded out by some nameless stranger helping him

The boy slightly stirs in your hold “ m’names armin “ he mumbles, words slurring slightly, his head hanging down, eyes staring at the pavement.

That's a pretty name you think, smiling slightly “ well armin ...  we’ ll need to get your wounds bandaged up, i have some medical supplies at home, after that i can take you home . How does that sound ? Only if you're comfortable with it that is '' you ask, not wanting to creep him out

The wind rustles as you look down at him,  waiting for his response ,when you notice his body shivering, his arms wrapped around himself trying to preserve his body heat.

 How did he manage to go out for a drink so unprepared ? No phone or a jacket ? was he really that unprepared ?

 Shit, has he been shivering this whole time? Your so stupid , here you are with you jacket meanwhile hes freezing his ass off. Damn how inconsiderate were you?

Armin shivers, the wind attacking his face, nose red , cheeks stinging even more , the assault and the cold combined .

The feeling of warm fabric draping around his shoulders pulls him out of his thoughts. He looks up to see you properly bundling him up in your jacket, pulling and zipping it up for him.

The jacket is incredibly warm , snuggling into it , reminding him of his blanket at home.  He catches a whiff of the fabric ,coconut and clean linen and a hint of cologne, you smell nice.

You chuckle lightly at the sight of him in your jacket. The jacket clearly being too big for him, hanging down to his thighs, armin snuggling further into the warm fabric.

You just realized how truly small he is, the top of his head just barely reaching your chin.

“What about you ? his gentle voice asks, words slurring the slightest , cheeks flushed as he leans into your chest, your hand still around his waist. Wow you're really warm he thought

“ ahh im not even cold , i'll be fine “ you lie straight out of your teeth. Truth be told it's actually pretty cold today , even for you but the boy needs it even more than you do. Its nothing you can't handle

Armin could tell you were lying but he didn't want to give the only source of warmth back so he just kept quiet, footsteps matching yours as you guys kept walking

As you approach the store you see the silhouette of a tall man, facing towards his back “ Eren! “ you call out . The said man turns aroundl his phone in his hand, mad features evident on his face, but a moment of relief flashed when he saw you  

“ WHERE THE FUCK WHERE YOU ? YOU CAN'T JUST DISAPPEAR AND NOT ANSWER MY CALLS!  You wince at his voice, the sudden loudness making your ears ring, the boy next to you startled as well.

As if just noticing his presence , Eren looks over to the boy and notices the state he was in.

 His injuries along with the way he was swaying and stumbling. Who's this? Why is he Injured? Do you know him ? Why is your jacket on him?  thoughts swirling in his head, confusion evident on his face.

He looks towards you and catches a sight of dried blood on your hands , mostly on your knuckles. You notice his line of sight and quickly try to move you hand away 

You hold out your hand “ im fine i just needed to take care of something real quick” you motion your head towards the boy at your side .

 “ don't tell me you- “ he starts, his eyes looking towards yours, disbelief written all over them.

“It was nothing! Look i'm not the one injured. can you help him ? he looks at you still not believing you, ignoring your question as he quips his head toward the blonde boy, eyes narrowed 

 “Who even is he ?”

Armin ears hurt, the sudden loud noise coming from the man next to you irritating him. When you spoke to him your voice was gentle as could be and quiet compared to the loud voice of this man .

You sigh “ hes drunk and he was being harassed by a man and then things got a little violent, so i took care of it . look forgot about me,  i need to patch up his wounds, will you help? "

you try to emphasize the word a little , so he doesn’t badger you about it any further.

Green eyes still glaring at you, “ fine, cmon lets go then, it's getting too late for us to be out. “ he joins your side other side , walking with you in silence

His stomach hurt. How much did he drink? Did he forget that he's a lightweight ? why'd he choose vodka out of everything ?

He could feel his stomach churning and twisting inside him, the alcohol consumed wreaking havoc on his body , groaning at the feeling. God he felt like shit. His eyes winced as he felt something threatening to rise up out of his throat.

Oh no …. The taste of faint vodka reached his taste buds, he gags . how disgusting . he just needs to push it back down . what he doesn't realize is that by trying to push it down he just made it worse .

You finally made it your apartment, Eren  fumbling with the keys , when you heard groaning coming from  the blonde boy beside you

 “ hey armin, are you o-  “ before you could even finish your sentence, the feeling of a warm slimy  substance on your clothing made you stop in your tracks .

Did he just throw up on you  ? sure enough when you looked down you saw all  the liquor he drank has been regurgitated onto you.

Armin felt incredibly weak , his eyes feeling heavy, too much effort on trying to open them, the taste on his mouth incredibly foul.

It felt as if someone was pounding a hammer onto his brain. His legs wobbled as the secure arm around his waist was  suddenly gone

He just barely opened his eyes to see the material of wood meeting with his head, the impact slamming onto him ……. Was he home ?..... he was just going to take a tiny nap. Just a tiny one …..

[eli0004]

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.

…

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.

[eli0004]

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.

[eli0004]

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.