𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐬𝐮𝐛𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐜𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐭.

angel (armin x you)

3.6k, fluff, angst, smut/suggestive

synopsis: armin was perfect to you, similar to an angel assigned to you from the gods. yet you can’t help the lingering feeling that you don’t deserve him, so you ask him to be mean to you to settle your waves of insecurity. that would work, right?

warnings: kissing, hickeys, crying, suggestive, swearing, dom armin hehe but also soft armin, insecurity n tears, (kinda but not really dumbification and dacryphilia)

a/n: look at me posting THREE fics in a span of a week including my FIRST ARMIN FIC! also i literally fell in love with armin writing this AND it including the big three of fluff angst and smut. im unstoppable at this point. INSPIRED BY horimiya when hori wants miya to be mean to her lol

To you, Armin was heaven sent. An angel of sorts. So patient and attentive. So caring and loving. The type of boyfriend that would remember the exact types of bread you liked depending on the meal which you’ve only mentioned to him in passing and the type that would rush with his jumper back to front and his glasses on instead of his usual contacts to your 9am morning class because he saw you forgot your textbook in his apartment. He was the type that made you feel so secure that you never had to question anything with him, you always knew your place and he was always so observant that he’d notice when something wasn’t quite right with you. Your friends swore he’d do anything for you, probably run to the other side of the earth if you wanted a chocolate bar there and every time, you’d refuse he wasn’t like that, Armin will come up beside you with your favourite drink in hand, moving to carry your bag.

You often imagined that he was your assigned angel from the heavens, perfectly chosen to be yours. When you told him this one afternoon while you were both studying, he leant over to you with a rosy blush spreading from his cheeks up to his ears and pressed a sweet kiss to your cheek. “If I was chosen to be yours, you’ve definitely been chosen to be mine.” He breathed, a twinkle in his azure eyes. Since then, you’ve often questioned that idea. Are you good enough for Armin? Do you give him the same treatment he gives you?

That was the beginning of you now mentally entertaining the idea of Armin being mean to you. The thought fluttered in your head more times than you’d like to admit especially because he never would purposely hurt your feelings and he would feel awful if he did. Or maybe it came from the fact that he spoiled you so much you created an alternate mean version of your boyfriend in your head that now became a secret kink of yours. The same way Armin was your beautiful blonde angel, always sending a charming smile your way with sugary kisses and tender touches, you really wanted to experience a harsh narrow glare from his pretty face and a kiss of his teeth at your occasional inadequacy and your sporadic bursts of stupidness.

Having a boyfriend like Armin also meant that secrets weren’t necessary and you always felt comfortable telling him whatever you were pondering on that day.

“I want you to try being mean to me.” Your hands linked, playfully swinging back and forth as Armin was dropping you home after your afternoon lecture.

Armin’s head whipped to yours, one eyebrow quirking up, “Wha? What do you mean?”

You giggled at his reaction, bumping your hip with his, “Like you’re the best boyfriend I could ever ask for and I want you to try being mean to me for a day.”

Armin’s eyebrows furrowed, trying to work out exactly what you mean by that, a strand of his hair falling into his eye. “I am mean to you sometimes, I’m not completely perfect.”

A scoff came from your throat, “Min seriously when have you ever been mean to me?”

“Remember when I let the door go on your face in that coffee shop?” Armin shook his head, looking at his feet move in sync with yours, “I still haven’t forgiven myself for that one.”

You shook your head at his silliness, “the handle literally just slipped out of your hand and still it didn’t even hit me, you grabbed it before it could.”

“Yeah, but it could have! Imagine you got a bruise because of me, right in the centre of your forehead!” Armin gasped out, his eyes wobbling with worry at what could have happened.

You tutted, shaking your head, “that doesn’t count baby, you know it. Anyway, just for a day I want you to be mean to me!” ending your sentence with a grin, Armin looked at you as if you grew three heads.

“But what does that even entail? I’m not going to physically hurt you?” Armin gripped his hand tighter around yours. He’d never want to do anything to cause you harm.

“Well not like hurt hurt me but like be mean and bossy. Make it hard for me.” You both slid to a halt outside your apartment. As you turned to Armin, to kiss your goodbye, you didn’t miss the slight glint in his eye at the prospect of you genuinely wanting him to be a bitch to you.

You rested your hands softly on the side of his face stamping two kisses to his lips to which he met happily. His eyes fluttering at the contact. He stared down at your pretty face, the excitement swimming in your eyes. Armin definitely isn’t one to disappoint his beloved girlfriend.

“Maybe I’ll try it if you want me to?”

It’s been a week since this conversation with Armin and there has been no mention of it since. Nothing, complete radio silence. You assume he probably just doesn’t want to do it, with literally not one bad bone in his body maybe it’s just not possible? You’ve fully given up on the idea of it happening until one morning you notice an uneasy tone between you both. Granted it’s the fact you didn’t get a “good morning sunshine! :)” text from him which he did daily without fail unless you woke up beside him. But you knew this was the day he had early morning lectures so he would be awake hours before you. Mentally you just passed it off as perhaps he was just busy? He had a big project coming up you remember him mentioning that went a lot towards his final grade. You shrugged sending him a “good morning beautiful, how’s your lessons been so far?” But no reply.

Trying not to let it get to you, perhaps his phone is dead (Armin never has a dead phone and carries a portable charger as backup), you showered before making your way to your shared campus.

Peering into the common hall of your campus, you spotted a round head of golden hair shimmering in the sunlight from the window he sat directly underneath. The sun cast an ethereal light on his head, almost creating a sort of halo-like glow around him. Armin sat on his own, leafing through a book that seemed to grasp his attention. You strolled up to his table, plopping down on a seat beside him.

“Hey gorgeous, how’s your morning been?” You tucked some of his golden hair behind his ear and pressed a quick kiss to his cheek.

Armin shifted almost robotically holding a stone-cold glare, completely juxtaposing the way the sunlight framed him at this moment. His usual bright blue eyes were narrowed and darker. It sent a chill down your spine, never having seen this look on Armin’s face before. Maybe the closest was an annoyed groan when Eren broke his PlayStation controller.

“Fine.” He tried to keep his attention on his book, anything but watching your waiting, nervous figure.

You felt half your body shut down; energy completely drained out of you.

“Did I do something?” You whispered innocently, genuine confusion laced in your furrowed eyebrows and downturned lips. Your leg began to bounce in anxiety.

Whatever standoffishness that was once in Armin’s eyes dimmed slightly, trying to still stay in character. Armin let out an exaggerated exhale as if he was simply annoyed by your presence. “I’m doing what you asked.” He turned another page of his book.

Light bulbs went off in your head. The confusion was gone and excitement flooding your body. “Are you doing it? Being mean to me like I said before?”

A tut came from Armin, before dropping his book hopelessly since you won’t stop talking to let him finish a page. Your boyfriend turned to you, the first look since you’ve met him today. His blue eyes cold and distant, the complete opposite to your usual loved up Armin. Unexpectedly he leant in towards you as if he was about to kiss you, his typical lavender scent filling your nostrils activating all your Armin neurons. You pouted your lips and fluttered your eyes shut, thinking his soft lips would land on your own, but instead… a harsh flick landed on your forehead. You opened your eyes in shock, your hand immediately flying up to touch the spot.

“Hey!”

“Shut up.” Armin didn’t even give you time to process his words before placing his book into his messenger bag. Glancing at it then at you.

You smiled a little, “What? You want me to carry it for you?”

Armin looked off to the side, ignoring your cute smile because then he’d smile and it would be game over. “Hurry up, I’m going to be late” he muttered, before spinning around and walking off.

“Wait, Min!” You scrambled to pull his bag over his shoulder to walk in step with him.

“So can I hold your hand?” You asked, sneaking a look sideways at him to see him staring directly in front, trying to keep his poker face intact.

Honestly, Armin wasn’t sure how to go about his mean ways, “No.” He stuffed his hands in his pockets to prevent the temptation. He loved touching you in any way you’d let him. Soft touches of PDA in public with cuddles and make-out sessions when you were both alone. This seemed to be more torture for him than was necessary.

“Is that no kisses then either?” you said with a light tone, trying to meet his eyes while you walked but Armin having none of it. You had no clue what Armin carries in his bag, but that alongside your own, had you gripping the handle for dear life so it wouldn’t fall.

Armin tutted as if it was a sufficient answer to your question. He adored your kisses and soft touches; he didn’t want to actually say no because he doesn’t think he could deny you if you tried. You both stopped outside Armin’s lecture hall, grateful to finally slide his back off and into his hands.

“Have a good lesson!” you cheered, to which Armin rolled his eyes and stomped into the classroom, paying you no mind at all.

“No fucking way, what the fuck did you do to Armin?”

You turned your head in the direction of the shrill voice to see your friend Eren with wide eyes like a deer in headlights. His hair that usually sat in a bun was low and messy today, sprayed around his neck and forehead. “No seriously, I’ve never seen him like that in my life and I’ve known him my whole life. Especially to you.”

You rolled your eyes falling into step with Eren, you had your next lesson with him. “I asked him to be mean to me.”

The green-eyed boy frowned, sending you a look as if you’ve gone loopy. “This isn’t some type of kink, is it?”

You hit his arm lightly, “haha, no it’s not Eren.”

“Then why? He’s probably uncomfortable as fuck being like that.”

You shrugged gazing down at your feet, why did you ask? “Armin’s really good to me like really good, you all see it. I-I’m not sure if I do the same for him?”

“So, you’re asking him to let you pay him back for being a boyfriend because you think you don’t deserve it?”

You both entered the hall getting your seats to wait for the lecture to start. “But he’s not just being a boyfriend. He’s being more than that!” You frail your arms in the air as if it would explain your point even more.

Eren leant back in his chair, tilting his head to the side trying to gather your words. He moved to play with his pencil upon noticing your professor step into the room. “You realise Armin does what he wants right? That guy’s got his priorities in check that he only ever does what he wants to do, so treating you as you should be treated isn’t some type of imbalance. And his love language is kisses and pet names, do you see his face when you call him goofy shit like gorgeous or puppy?”

You looked over at Eren who gave his little speech full of nonchalance and ease. Since when was he so observant about your relationship with his best friend? As if you were saved by the bell, your professor began to drone on. Though you couldn’t pay attention, chewing your lip in thought, was there truth to what Eren said?

After saying goodbye to Eren, you texted Armin if you could come over. Perhaps make him dinner and take Eren’s advice to just speak to your boyfriend about it. Receiving a dull, ‘ok’, you happily made your way over to his apartment. Usually, evenings with Armin consisted of sickly sweet with syrup glazed on top couple activities and lots of pampering on your end.

You let yourself into his apartment, carrying your own set of keys. Immediately you were met with a, “Who said you could come in?” You whipped your head to see your Armin on his sofa complete in a cosy matching dark green tracksuit, one of his cutest outfits. He seemed to be watching a nature documentary, something about whales or some shit. They weren’t really your cup of tea but he could watch them for hours.

Though you couldn’t ignore the butterflies in your stomach at his mean tone or control the stuttering, “Erm, I just… would be quicker you know?” You stumbled over your words, shuffling your feet. Armin flicked his eyes up and down your body, and you couldn’t stop the heat rushing over you. He eyed you like a predator which was fitting whatever he had played in the background. He watched you for a while as if deciding what he wanted you to do. Still stuck on the spot, keys in hand you waited for his next order.

“Take your jacket and shoes off and come here.” He tapped his lap softly, his gaze still watching your every move. This definitely wasn’t the direction you expected, the nervousness rumbled through your bones from Armin’s new persona.

You did as he asked, plopping down on his lap as he sat in the centre of the sofa. Although it wouldn’t look like it at first glance, Armin was very strong. Mostly from a few hours a week at the gym he spends with Eren because he doesn’t mind tagging along and does enjoy the exercise. He could probably lift and toss you around as if you weighed nothing. You could see his biceps tight within his hoodie and the joggers hugging his thighs.

Usually in this position, you’d still be in control, moving to take off his jumper and touching him everywhere. But now you were waiting on Armin’s every last word. To your surprise, he gripped your bare thighs and pulled you even closer to him, both your chests touching and your skirt doing nothing to cover you up. You felt your heartbeat throughout your body as he ghosted his breath along your neck. Slowly, he began to press tender wet kisses from under your ear to your collarbone. Your breath hitched in your throat, automatically moving to rest your hands on his bare chest under his jumper.

“Nuh-uh, baby,” Armin whispered right into your ear; his tone lowered an octave. You felt the words rush straight to your core, your underwear already feeling damp. “Don’t touch me.”

Armin continued his assault on your neck, moving to the other side. You gasped as you felt his teeth sink into you, the pain quickly subsiding as he began to suck on the spot. With one long lick, he spoke up. “Why did you want me to be mean to you, honey?”

He lifted his head, his face now only a few millimetres away from yours. His hands began to move up to the top of your thighs massaging the fat softly in his palms. Armin had you moulded into putty at this moment, making all your words fail you. He rubbed his nose against yours, kissing the corners of your lips, “C’mon speak up, why?”

“Erm-I,” you mumbled, your eyes fluttering closed with all the attention, especially from the lack of it this morning. “I don’t know.”

“You don’t know huh?” Armin scoffed, pulling back slightly to watch the rise and fall of your chest and your hands fidgeting to fight the urge to grab him. “You don’t know why you wanted to torture me.”

Torture him? Despite what Eren said you didn’t think it would be that hard for him to be a little mean to you. He pulled the hem of the top you wore, noticing your frown at his previous words, “take it off.”

You did as he asked, now sitting in just your skirt, comfy bralette and multiple hickeys blooming at your throat. Armin still looked unbothered, but for him he found a new adoration having you dumbed silent to his order. This time you looked like a puppy, waiting to be allowed to touch him or for him to touch you. Waiting, always waiting.

“Tell me or I won’t continue. I know your panties are wet.” Your eyes widened at his bluntness, usually, you would be the one talking smack and having him blush at your words. “You know I love your kisses and touching you. So why did you want to take that away from me?”

You looked off to the side, Armin’s glare too strong for you to hold. Your silence began to piss him off, so he pushed you closer to him, resting you right on his clothed member. Friction was right there if you moved but Armin’s grip on your hips didn’t let you even if you tried.

“I felt bad. You’re always so kind, caring and loving to me. Like you do all the little things and all the big things. Literally a dream.” Armin’s grip softened, his eyes lightening, egging you on for more. “And... and I’m not sure if I do any of that for you. Like if I am good enough for you, if I deserve it all.”

You didn’t even feel the tear that escaped your eye until Armin lifted his hand to wipe it away. “No, no baby. When did this start? Why wouldn’t you deserve it? And you do everything for me, you’re more than I could ever ask for. My precious angel.” He rambled on, trying to make sense of it all.

That seemed to let it all burst for you. You leant in to hide your face in his chest trying to prevent the ugly crying from rumbling out of you. “My baby,” Armin soothed, rubbing your chest in circular motions. “I don’t think I was even very good at being mean, was I? I felt like shit after I told you to shut up one time.”

He felt you giggle into his chest, a hiccup escaping your mouth. He lifted your head to wipe your tears, squeezing your plump cheeks from your little outburst. You were still so gorgeous to him, so pretty. Tears decorated your eyelashes, making them darker and your eyes glassy.

“You don’t deserve anybody being mean or treating you like shit. Definitely not me or anybody else.” Armin gave you a charming smile despite his stern tone, the love invisibly seeping from his eyes. “If anyone does, I’ll beat them up for you.”

You returned a wobbly smile and with a sniff, you said, “No you wouldn’t, you don’t like hurting people.”

“I’ll hurt anyone if they hurt you. I’ll promise you that.” Armin’s gaze hardened, making you feel the truth in his words. It all made you want to fall into him again and cry a little more. He seemed to notice the wobble of your lip and feel your fist tighten as you held his hoodie. “You need to tell me when you feel like this. I can’t have my girlfriend thinking she doesn’t deserve me when she deserves even more than I could possibly give her. Okay?”

You nodded, feeling security wash over you. Armin wiped away any excess tears, shuffling to put you down beside him. He stood up to make his way to his bedroom, “Now let’s get you one of my tops to wear.”

You looked down forgetting you were still half in your underwear. You grabbed Armin’s forearm, stilling him in his movements, “Wait, I still enjoyed when you…” You glanced up at him from where you sat, your skirt splayed out around you like flower petals and your cheeks still puffy. His baby blue eyes raked you over, patient for your last words, “ordered me around, telling me what I can and can’t touch.” You slid your hand along his forearm down to his hand, linking it with yours. The glint in your eye was unmistakable and Armin gave you a grin matching it all the same.

He threw himself back down into the sofa, pushing your back down and resting on his arms above you. Your hair circled your head, and your fingers left dainty traces along his side. “I love you, angel.” He said, deluded by your beauty.

Your eyes fluttered shut as Armin resumed his previous administrations on your body. You looked down to see his golden blonde head pressing kisses up and down you. Your angel. “I love you too.”

a/n: calling armin gorgeous as a pet name ASDHKSUHFISD

alright alright, what if.. study date with armin..

this is a request btw haha

CAPTIVATED ꔛ Armin A.

ꕤ warnings: gn!reader, college au, fluff, established relationship

ꕤ word count: 0.5k

. . . a study date with Armin 🥺️ yes. not much studying happens though- just reader being flustered by Armin pretty much

REBLOGS ARE APPRECIATED!

You couldn’t explain why you were nervous to see him. Perhaps it’s because in the back of your mind, you wanted to impress this new boyfriend of yours. Wanted to show him that despite his assistance, you could get your studies done in a timely manner. Of course, if that were the case, you wouldn’t be seeing him today at all.

“You made it,” he says with a smile, standing to greet you.

Softly, he touches your arm, leaning in to kiss your cheek. You can’t help but blush at how delicately he touches you, grinning to yourself as you set your bag on the chair. You both take your seats, quietly getting out your books while Armin turns the pages of his own.

Neither of you say anything for a moment, simply getting all your things together. The only sound filling the room is the quiet chatter of the few others in the library. That is until Armin finally speaks.

“Feeling okay?” he asks, giving you a look as if he could tell you were a little out of it.

“Mhm,” you nod, and he takes his hand in yours.

“You’re shaking,” he chuckles, “Do I make you nervous?”

The blush you wear darkens somehow — you didn’t realize how jittery you were, and that smirk of his wasn’t doing you any favors. 

“A bit, yes,” you answer bashfully, looking away from his stare.

Another giggles escapes him, and he scoots his chair closer to you, kissing your knuckles as reassurance.

“You don’t have to be nervous, you know,” he says, “I’d like for you to be comfortable with me.”

“I-I am!” you stutter, worried he might’ve misinterpreted your shyness, “It’s just… I get nervous around you — I’m not sure why…”

“You’re so cute,” he praises, turning his head just as his cheeks turn pink.

The both of you are beyond flustered at this point, trying to ignore the rapid beating of your hearts but also not too bothered by the feeling of being smitten. He gives your hand another tender kiss before parting from you, suggesting you two should get started with all the work you had to do. 

None of your session distracted you from the butterflies in your stomach, though. Having him so close, having his shoulder brush against your whenever he leaned over to point something out to you. Words couldn’t describe how giddy he made you — you almost found it embarrassing, wondering if the bystanders in the library could hear your messy and love-stricken thoughts. It was a good thing they couldn’t — all of them spared from hearing you scream internally every time Armin laughed or  got closer to whisper in your ear. 

He was thinking all the same as you, little did you know. Surprisingly he wasn’t showing it as much as you were, but he was definitely struggling to sit still. Your relationship was still fresh, it wasn’t unexpected for either of you to feel this way. Maybe studying as a date wasn’t the best idea, knowing you were so infatuated so early into the relationship and couldn’t even focus enough to study, still, any excuse to spend time together was enough.

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this is so preciousss🩷🥹

"Tell me if this gets boring," you say demurely, thumbing, almost nervously, at the edge of the page. You can feel Armin's weight against you; a warm, large shoulder pressed into yours, his side so close to yours it is almost making you flush.

He'd tilted his head to read with you, leaning it on your shoulder. You tried to tilt the book for him, but he simply hummed disapprovingly - not unlike the hum he makes right now.

"Just one more chapter," he says, voice soft and quiet, and as he presses himself closer to you, you know it will be at least two more.

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requests are dearly appreciated, darlings 💗

DUALITY — 𝐀𝐑𝐌𝐈𝐍 𝐀. ⋅ fem reader

❧summary: you and armin revelust in one another's bodies as he claims his birthday gift.

❧warnings: smut to fluff, established relationship, birthday sex, unprotected s*x, creampie, overstimulation.

imagine being fvcked by 𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐀𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐧 on his birthday, he absolutely ravaging your tight raw pvssy until you're full of his cvm and utterly exhausted, body and mind. goes without saying that was this duality of him you fell in love with, his capacity of fulfilling your every need – sating you, leaving you wanting for nothing while at the same time leaving you even more addicted to the delight that is armin arlert.

the next morning you're so sore and try to stand but you're simply unable to walk, and your fiancé is right there by your side with a glass of water and some painkillers; soothing you, kissing your plump rose cheeks, you both talking so intimately within the morning bliss and him thanking you for everything you've been to him this past year... he tells you what a good girl you were for him last night and that he loves you so much. you marvel in the utter duality that is Armin. not unbalanced; only just right. his perfection.

“i have to attend for some meetings soon, so i'm heading out now, alright? i drew you a bath and breakfast is waiting for you in the nightstand...” he kisses your lips once more and places a soft kiss on your nose. there's no place in the world where you'd rather be than here, right now. just you and him. the only two people in the world.

“okay...” you say softly, cupping his cheeks and keeping his face close to yours. he melts right into your touch, and when he starts peppering little kisses in your wrist, you actually fear suddenly combusting on the spot. how can he be so precious?

he holds your eyes in his for a few seconds and finally your lips seal in a final kiss before he goes. satiating, loving, warm. his lucky charm for the day. “i love you so, so much.” he says,

“i love you so much more, baby.” you say against his lips. slowly you part, his eyes still closed as if drawing in all the love you just shared, refreshing him anew. you rub your noses together, giggling quietly before he stands.

“i'll be back by noon. make sure you're all nice and pretty by the time i get back, i'm taking you to lunch on this new restaurant i reserved for us.” he says to you with a sweet smile and you can only think you couldn't be more sure and happy about the diamond ring on your finger. you are his and he is yours; just like you were always meant to be. just perfect.

yeah, 𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐀𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐧 𝐀𝐫𝐥𝐞𝐫𝐭 is such a concept...

love, belle.

girl who is obssessed with pink but luvs to wear black🩷

⸻ 𝑺𝑶 𝑷𝑹𝑬𝑻𝑻𝒀 𝑾𝑯𝑬𝑵 𝑯𝑬 𝑪𝑹𝑰𝑬𝑺 ೃ✩

𝖠𝖱𝖬𝖨𝖭 — アルミン ⋅ fem reader

❧summary: armin is the prettiest crier you've ever seen.

❧warnings: dacryphilia, dry-humping, choking, bl*wjob, prettygirl!reader, softdom!reader, sub!armin, crybaby armin<3.

armin is so pretty when he cries. pretty is an understatement when it comes to him, everyone knows. his pretty doe eyes and silk golden hair, his button nose and perfect cheekbones adorning his petal skin and chiseled face. from his phisique to his whole expression of self, armin was a beautiful masterpiece. you mused on this specific thought while you violently humped his thigh for the past half-hour, greedily chasing your 3rd orgasm now that you could feel it slowly building within you– completely ignorant to armin's crying and pitiful pleading for your obvious neglect to his hurting bulge.

“angel, p-please... i–” armin's plea died in a choked whine when the hand in his throat suddenly clamped hard.

“armin.” you warned as he recoiled, already expecting your correction. “don't be greedy. good boys don't act greedy, ‘min. you don't wanna be bad, do you?” armin gulped. he knew you'd go straight for his gut. armin didn't want to be bad. he always wanted to do you good.

see, you never liked hurting the blond, and although armin promised that the choking wasn’t a problem, you couldn't help but feel a little guilt. pain play was new to you two, and it was something that you couldn’t tell if you both really enjoyed. armin knew he liked it because he got off on being dommed by a pretty girl like you plus, in the end he’d be getting a flood of praise and compliments. pain was something he could endure if it meant he’d be getting gallons of attention. you liked it because you got to make him cry. simple as that.

even the absolute art he was, armin managed to look even more ethereal when he cried. it was something about his glassy blue eyes and slightly reddened face. or the pearly tears gathered at his lashes, gleaming in his waterline before cascading his cheeks like diamonds on his skin. it all made him look all the more otherworldly, like he belonged in those oil paintings where people cried crystal wax tears.

“f-fuck. almost there, ‘min. pleasepleaseplease... b-baby i.. oh god–” you grinded down harder than ever against him now as armin grabbed your hips and added firmness to your frantic motions, quickly guiding you to your high by directly pressuring your clit on his thigh.

you came before you even knew with a loud cry; and armin sobbed a short yelp when your hand in his throat involuntarily tightened at the intensity, setting new tears down his face. you couldn’t help but soften at the sight. “aww, don't cry, baby. it's okay, hm? c'mere.”

you brought a hand up and petted armin’s hair, kissing away the tears rolling down his cheeks. “you're such a good boy, ‘min. you took that so well.” armin whined at the praise, but didn’t verbally respond. “it’s okay, ‘min. breathe for a minute.”

“baby, are you okay? what’s wrong? did i go too hard?” you brought both hands to armin’s face, cupping his cheeks while wiping the tears that gently streamed down them. you couldn’t deny being concerned, though. considering he wasn't one to not use his words or at least give an indication of his emotions.

“n-nothing wrong. i just…” armin’s hands remained on your hips, although the pool in his stomach was starting to overwhelm him. “it hurts.”

you followed his gaze down, and it was impossible to ignore the throbbing erection beneath him. armin couldn’t hold back his sniffling, or control the tears on his face. he was needy, hurting, and most of all horny. you slowly pulled armin’s head forward, gently kissing him before whispering into his ear.

“why didn’t you say anything, baby?

“i wanted to be good.”

your heart melted at his words. armin’s cheeks and the tip of his nose are pink and shiny, making you want nothing more than to kiss his pretty flushness away. “you are good. you’re so good, ‘min.” you took his lips in a deep kiss. “‘nd so pretty too. you're so pretty when you cry, y'know... so hot. you wanna get off, baby?”

armin’s face softened at the praise, nodding his head agressively as he could feel the heat below him start to rise. his breath hitched when you took his erection out of his pants and lowered to your knees, wasting absolutely no time on taking him in your mouth.

edged as he was, it only took a few bobs of your head to turn him fully into a moaning, squirming mess. he blabbered broken pleas, sobbing uncontrolably and obscenely from overstimulation as you felt him curl in on himself to pull on your hair for some kind of leverage, absolutely aching to cum.

feeling the droplets of his tears fall on your face and his breath hitch, you swirled your tongue around him one more time before finally granting him his merciful release.

“be a good boy and cum for me, ‘min.”

and he did. as you watched his entire body tremble and convulse when his eyes rolled to the back of his skull, and felt his warm spurts of come mingle with the droplets of his tears in your face, you mused once again;

yeah, armin is so pretty when he cries.

by GIRLYBELLE

LOVESHAPED SWEET — 𝐀𝐑𝐌𝐈𝐍 𝐀. ⋅ fem reader

❧synopsis: an insight into one of armin's cutest love languages: baking for you.

❧warnings: armin being precious; tooth-rotting fluff again <333

𝐛𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐧'𝐬 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭 𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐫𝐤. and the sweet detail about it is that armin's habit for baking comes from his connection with his mom. in his childhood, his mother baked him a lot of healthy pastries: sugar-free banana brownies, stacks of pancakes or fruit pies; mrs. arlert knew all about healthy recipes and some tecniques for sugar substitutes that were equally delicious since sugar was an luxurious item back in the walls. armin ate a lot of those treats and was probably all snacks he had in his childhood.

and it's an beyond adorable surprise that you happen to find out one morning when he comes to greet you good morning with a bowl of freshly made biscuits along with your favourite tea;

“three sugars, just the way you like it.” he beams in his ever so sweet morning voice, raspy and slightly whiny. there's still trace of sleep in his eyes and lazy smile too as you lean in to litter kisses to his temple and the spot on his flushed cheek just below his eyes.

“oh baby...” you say flatteringly inhaling the savory aroma of his lovemade work.

“smells so heavenly, ‘min... you made them all yourself, baby? just for me?” as you prainsingly reach out too stroke his flaming cheek,

“w-well yeah... just for you, love.” armin grabs one of the heart-shaped biscuits, still blushing as he presses them to your lips. “here, try it. s’all yours.”

and as the treat hits meets your tongue, your love for him overflows. you could only taste the alluring sweetness of his love in the tiny balls of pastry, chocolate and sugar. the feeling overwhelming you whole, overpleasing your palates. takes you a few seconds to open your eyes to the precious sight of your boyfriend, gazing doe-eyed at you in expectation.

feeling your heart swell and tingle inside, this time you're the one to bring the sweet to his lips, smiling lovingly, armin is your person, after all; “tastes just like heaven too.”

by GIRLYBELLE

the name's BELLE, this is my safe place;

❥this is a girl's archive. the pinkiest unit of my brain and a gallery of my artpieces; welcome to this portion of my mind and the sweetest slice of my girlyhood.ꨄ︎

me;; she/her. latina. aquarius. bubblegum b. istp. 20y.

likes;; pink&black, ASOIAF/GoT, anime/manga, squid game, art, history, music, fantasy/dark fantasy movies, cloudy days, the ocean, fluffy beings, sweets, dreams, womankind.

dislikes;; monotony, oppression, immaturity, any form of "-ism".

fandoms;; ASOIAF, AOT, kny, naruto.

beaus;; ARMIN, JUUZOU, android 17, itachi, saebyeok.

all works belong to GIRLYBELLE © 2022. i do not allow copying, redistributing, or modifying of my original content, ideas, or designs.

ANGELS — 𝐀𝐑𝐌𝐈𝐍 𝐀. ⋅ fem reader

❧summary: waking up with armin is your daily slice of paradise. (this is a repost from my old account <3)

❧warnings: tooth-rotting fluff <3.

❧word c.: 886

the sun rose a while ago.

it was costumary for you to wake up earlier some mornings, not only to admire armin's beauty and peacefulness just a bit longer; but also for him not to wake up alone, for him to wake up to you so patiently, happily waiting for him, or sometimes for you to even softly wake him up yourself.

and god did you love to do it — wake armin up was one of your favourite things to do in the world. to be the one to wake up next to him... trail your nails through his scalp, watch him utter tiny smiles in his slumber, probably a result of dreaming; you often wondered what did your pretty boy dreamed about. and as the morning light shone upon the crown of his head, lightening his golden hair like a halo, you smiled at the idea of angels, thinking it was only fit for a pure golden soul like him to dream of his own kind.

“baby...?” you whispered lowly, carefully “wakey wakey, sweetness.” you softly poked his cute plump cheek as you kissed the top of his head, his other cheek pressed against you chest.

you always woke him up slowly; gentle touches and light kisses, wanting to bring him up from dreamland calmly and for him to emerge from slumber comfortably – not startling at the sound of an annoying alarm and rising already stressed with a sense of urgency. it always gave you peace of mind, to drain armin's anxiety and little stresses in small ways like these; ensuring he rose from bed feeling secure and loved, and you believed it was very good for his own mind. phisical affection and words of affirmation were your mutual love languages so none of you ever failed to make the other feel safe and comforted, specially armin – your gentle reassurances and affection did wonders to his mental health.

you raked your nails through his back this time, and smiled fondly when you felt a shiver in his body and a sigh leave his lips. “honey? you with me?” you asked, whispering and not expecting a reply. instead resuming back to rubbing his back with your nails and caressing his hair and cheeks, both actions eliciting a hum and more pleased shivers from armin, who pressed his cheek more against you.

you brought the hand on his back up to cup his cheek, the one on his head still massaging his scalp. and then you proceeded to pepper sweet light kisses to his cheeks, forehead, eyelids, his red little nose and the corner of his mouth. armin uttered the tiniest of smiles. he was slowly starting to wake up, which made you smile wider. “i love you, baby boy...” his tiny smile grew a bit, “i love you so much it hurts.” you said ever so lovingly, knowing now he was hearing.

armin tried opening his eyes before closing them with a squint due to the brightness of the daylight. you absolutely marveled in the fact that armin looked like a newborn when waking up in certain mornings — one of the infinite things you loved about your boyfriend.

he kept the smile on when you kissed the spot between his eyebrows amidst soft giggles. “i love you more...” he managed to say slowly in his adorable morning voice. oh, his morning voice... you could go on about how perfect it was forever. it was raspy, whiny and breathy; melodic like an angel's, like he was.

“hi.” he greeted sweetly, bashfully; still wearing his sweet smile, unaware of your heart clenching in overwhelming love with him.

“hello there, sleepyhead.” you said. slowly he sat up, you followed while unconsciously squeezing armin's slumped form more to yourself – which soothed him greatly. “did you have a good sleep?”

his head found home in the crook of your neck, arms around your waist as you patiently awaited the sleepness to leave his organism, never ceasing your gentle caresses on his hair and body. armin melted in your embrace, your constant love and affection were always a balm to his anxiety and insecurities. the both of you now sat across one another in the middle of the bed surrounded in blankets and love – as two little angels tucked in their own fluffy cloud.

“yeah... very good. waking up's even better, though.” he said with that sweet, perfect signature smile of his.

“yeah?” kissing him slowly and lovingly, you felt him needily melt into your lips before parting. your foreheads now touching.

“yeah... ‘missed you so much yesterday... ‘m sorry i was already passed out when you came—” you cut him off with another kiss, which he returned gladly. god, he constantly wondered what good he did to ever deserve someone as perfect as you.

“don't be sorry. i was so happy to find you all snuggled and shrunken up in the bed, lovie. ‘had the time of my life spooning you after bundling us up in the covers.” you said as you cupped his cheeks and nuzzled his face smiling, kissing away the little tears gathered at the corner of his eyes and placing more small loving kisses in his lips before getting up.

armin was sitting at the edge of the bed still rubbing the remnants of tears and sleep from his eyes when you grabbed his face once more and fixed his adorable bedhead, straightening the ruffled strands back into place softly. you placed a last, long kiss in his forehead as his eyes closed in delight the whole time, the grateful smile never leaving his lips. “you're the best girl in the whole world, y'know that?” he slurred dreamily as you giggled and the two of you locked eyes, forehead to forehead again.

“pancakes?”

“pancakes.” he confirmed.

mornings with armin are an absolute different kind of slice of heaven, it truly was your very own little happy place.

world cup finally over back to being a lady