This Is So Preciousss🩷🥹

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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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

GUILTY PLEASURE — 𝐀𝐑𝐌𝐈𝐍 𝐀. ⋅ fem reader

armin eats pussy for his pleasure. it's one time you see him fully lose control over himself, his mind becoming intoxicated by the sight of you all pretty and splayed over the bed, cunt glistening and exposed to his gaze like a juicy feast; the moment you saw the last drop of self control leave his brain at the godly sight.

“armin, s-slow down–fuck!” you plead helplessly but to no avail. your scent, your gorgeous sounds and your addicting body all took armin far too gone and the way he lapped and slurped greedily at your juices only attested to his lost sanity. you moaned and squirmed away as you felt yourself spiral inevitably down your second orgasm this night.

“you taste so good, angel... so, so good.” the vibrations his voice sent to your clit only loudened your shameless moans and drawed out the waves of your high, “you're so pretty.”

armin groaned when you desperately pulled back on his tousled hair, clearly overstimulated. his eyes were half-lidded, pupils blown wide, chin glistening and dripping a combination of your juices and saliva while he still clutched your sore thighs, seeming to be in a complete trance. armin's always been gentle, a kind, passionate and selfless lover who'd always put your needs before his, it was just the kind of person he was– which made your discovery of this layer of him all the more exciting and hot. the fact that this was a need of his and you were the trigger to bring out this side of his complex personality like a switch only amplified your ego and arousal for him. armin looked like a madman. and you shivered when his eyes bored into yours as he continued talking;

“and all mine too, right? you're all mine.” he said already bracing himself, to your panic.

“yes, baby. i-i am, but wait–”

“one more, sweetie. just one for me. i promise i just need one. i swear.” he chanted almost incoherently.

“m-min, wait–” his sudden dive in your core melted your sentence into a strangled moan as he began his devour on you implaccably once again.

and you would give him one more, armin would make damn sure of it. as your body writhed and squirmed helplessly at his mercy, you mused at the safe word you two had agreed on that was at your disposition at anytime, all you needed to do was say it and armin would be back to you with comfort and his sickly sweet words in an instant. and yet, you didn't. because you were obsessed with every side and layers of armin arlert's, and he was more than willing to give you a taste of every one of them.

by GIRLYBELLE.

𝐀𝐑𝐌𝐈𝐍 𝐀𝐑𝐋𝐄𝐑𝐓'𝐒 Name Meaning✨

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥summary: little analysis of my angel boy armin's name bc why not <3 (another armin appreciation post bc i just wanna praise this dreamboy sm more askhgsjkz🤧💗

↳ ᴀʀᴍɪɴ is a unique name of german origin, literally meaning “soldier” or “warrior”. It derived from the name Arminius, the chieftain of the ancient Germanic Cherusci tribe. Armin also means “whole”, “big”, “universal” and “entire” (from Old High German “ermen/irmin”).

The name is also appearently an ancient persian name meaning “Guardian of Persia” or “defender”, (from “آرمین/ârmin”).

ᴀʀʟᴇʀᴛ is a surname of Old German and English origins. the elements are arn, meaning 'eagle', and wald, meaning 'to rule'.

ɪsᴀʏᴀᴍᴀ on ᴀʀᴍɪɴ's name:

“I chose the name ᴀʀᴍɪɴ ᴀʀʟᴇʀᴛ because of the way it causes you to think of the word aluminum, and because it seemed like starting both names with the same letter would make it easier to remember.”

𝐇𝐄 𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐄𝐒 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐃 ೃ✩

𝖠𝖱𝖬𝖨𝖭 — アルミン ⋅ fem reader

❧synopsis: you and armin have this one very peculiar measure for ‘keeping your minds sane’.

❧warnings: c*ckwarming, emotional s*x, established relationship, codep. if you squint, unprotected s*x, praise kink, creampie, mentions of anxiety; subspace. armin and reader being addicted on one another. (happy belated birthday armin!!).

“doing okay?” armin's quizzical soft voice brought you out of your dreamy state.

you felt lightheaded and drowsy, unsure about how long you both have been bundled up like this. bodies glued together, his c0ck buried deep inside you, cheek smushed on his shoulder and arms clinging onto him being your only connection to reality. a nice contrast with the gummy hug of your walls on him and the pressure of his rosey tip nudged against your cervix. it felt so big, you mused while your brain dove so deeper in the daze pool that even formulating a coherent thought was hard. the only one being how good it felt to be so completely filled with armin. god, you loved to be close to him like this —your body, mind and senses all intoxicated by only armin— it felt so comforting and grounding. so very addicting. armin was the sweetest of drµgs.

“good” you managed the answer out of your jello-turned brain. “s-so big, ‘min– m’ so full.”

armin smiled fondly. he also loved getting you like this. smooth. lulled. pacified. squeezing you more to himself, he followed your gaze to the pale light crossing the glass window. the early morning sky was cotton white, limpid. the sun looked like a giant pearl in the center of it –completely shrouded by clouds, which added a crystalline aspect to its shimmering rays. it was one of those truly perfect silver mornings.

“oh, yeah?” he thrusted up into you experimentally and you audibly moaned, air knocked right out of you. “feels good?” he knows it does, you don't need to answer; you two deliberately did not talk nor moved much in these moments –they were precisely for minimizing stimulation after all. downtime.

“gimme me a deep breath again, hm?” he nosed at the soft skin of your cheek. happily numb on his chest, you obeyed.

you and armin had started this new routine, one to ‘take care of your brains’. you worried about one another's mental state as both of you struggled with a bit of anxiety, so you settled a strict self-care consensus. screen times were now shorter, sleep schedules less flexible, and you two had a set of downtimes during the day. in the mornings anxiety woke you with the agonizing feeling of a stuffed head blocked from actual rest and the overstimulation of your own mind's sabotage; armin would always sense it to your saving grace–just as you always sensed when it was him who needed care,– and on that sentiment your little self-care routine was born.

so you didn't protest when he picked you up in his arms, pressing you against him while sitting you on his cock, eyes fluttering closed as you impaled yourself on him. you startled at the stretch, moaning when his tip nestled deep inside of you and prodded at your sweet spot.

“god, you're so warm.” he grunted, gently guiding your head to his shoulder as he tried to concentrate on easing himself into the moment with you.

downtime was a moment to unwind and recharge, a safe refuge; you'd recently learned about sensory deprivation. armin had sent you an article suggesting you both should try it. it read on how much it helped with anxiety, happiness and health with the end goal being resetting of the mind by experiencing an completely peaceful headspace. the usual sessions consisted of a set of noise canceling earbuds, a weighted blanket, a dark room and solitude —the special sessions however, included the presence of the other to reach the 'peaceful headspace', only reserved for when one's stress was too inflamed for space alone to be enough to remedy it, like now. special downtimes had three established stages for creating said peaceful mind bubble, a process of cleansing of the mind;

one. minimizing stimulation was essential; allow stillness to be the base of coordination and utter clearing of the thoughts is the base. armin's secure hold, the earbuds, a weighted blanket, a dark room and quiet being your allies.

two. emptying of the mind; distracting activities that kept the use of the senses to a minimum. breathing exercises. the one in charge usually leaded them –today it was armin. your chest glued to his helped you follow his calm breathing and heartbeat. even and peaceful. quietude devoided your mind of any thoughts and peace settled.

three. stability is the pacifier; securing the peace of mind by focusing it on a sole stimulus: pacifier. something grounding to latch on and keep your mind sane and clear of bad thoughts; the key piece needed to put you into the perfect blissful bubble only yours to comfortably float through. the refuge only armin could bring you. subspace.

you clinged to armin like a baby to its pacifier.

“breathe, sweetheart. slow and deep for me, yeah? in and out– good job.” he encouraged with gentle hands massaging your body.

the sight to behold of his gorgeous girl all dazed, high off of him and cock-drunk could make armin cum completely untouched, but he wouldn't. he was always determined to make sure you were fucked completely dumb, to make you forget and your body-mind always remember him for a good while before even thinking of letting you down again. maintenance.

he always waited for you patiently. the time spent calming your minds by relishing this pleasure felt perfect for the past hour until it gradually, slowly became a bother. as the daze ebbed away and your crave intensified by the minute, you became almost painfully aware of your surroundings. of your warm bodies glued together, of his arms holding you to him in a vice grip, of his thick length lodged in you. the blazing knot in your core was ready to snap any moment and the ache in you being both unbearable and not enough.

“mmmh-” you squirmed, wiggling in his lap in an attempt to get comfortable —to sate this ache for more just a for a little bit.

“baby, wait–ah!” you and armin cried out in unison as in your squirming, his cock glided even deeper in your walls and hit right on your sweet spot. the sudden stimulation on him and the surge of pleasure caused on you almost making you two pop that very moment.

recovering from your almost-orgasm, you opened your eyes to an ethereal armin. with eyes screwed shut and pearly tears gathered at his lashes, flushed pink all over, jaw clenched and nails digging into your hips trying his best not to come. endearment bubbled in your chest at the fact that armin held himself at edge of his orgasm just for the sake of waiting for you to come with him. god, you loved him so much. armin's always been sensitive. controlling himself at the feeling of you enveloping him so deliciously inside of you must've been so hard for him and you didn't even realize how close the both of you were at this point. and yet, he'd endured all of it concentrated only on you. always your good boy.

“baby...?” you kissed gently across his cheeks and nose over and over to soothe him; and wiggled impatiently on his lap when he opened his eyes, glazy and dark with lust.

“m’here, angel...” he breathed just before crashing your lips in a deep kiss.

you moaned into his lips as you suddenly felt him thurst up hard in you from below. the force of armin's hips knocked you off balance slightly and in a haste you placed your hands on his chest to keep yourself grounded, but that meant you had nothing to cover your sounds, resulting in gorgeous moans to flow from you above him. you soon bounced up and down him to meet your boyfriend's implacable pace. the pleasure was downright earth-shattering now and you doubted you'd last much longer, all you could do was cling onto him for dear life and moan shamelessly.

down below you armin was no better. he couldn’t control his moans and whimpers if he tried, and with how good you made him feel, he didn't have a care in the world about how he sounded. all he could focus on was how good it felt rutting deep into you where he belonged. in his mind all armin wanted was more, more of you and endlessly more of the home you provided him with and to push you both closer and closer to the sacred edge.

“good girl... ‘being so good for me, angel. s-so good–ah! you're all mine, baby–shit.” armin stuttered out as you gasped when he pulled you even harder to himself like you were a beautiful dream that would vanish if he didn't clutch on it hard enough; his psyche only chanting mine, mine, mine over and over like a prayer.

“y-yes! pleasepleaseplease ‘min... i-i'm only yours baby–fuck! ‘m so close, love... a-ah!” you craddled the back of his head and nuzzled your nose on his ear moaning right into it, completely drowned in pleasure.

“s’okay, princess. cum for me.” he whined also painfully close to his high. “s-so perfect, baby... gonna be my good girl and cum for me? ah-fuck. i-i've got you, angel.”

all the pleasure, the want, the burning love –everything felt too good, unbearably and overwhelmingly perfect for either of you to last much longer, time seemed to pause when you locked lips once more. and with one last meet of your hips, the world stopped. you saw the light of heaven itself with the intensity your high crashed over you, coming undone above him with an obscenely strangled moan. the heavenly sight was all armin needed to bring him to his own completion.

“oh, god–” armin gave a low and drawn-out moan when he finally came deep inside of you, marking your core with white and filling you up completely. his body trembled uncontrolably as he rode out your orgasms; and turned you into a drooling whining mess by the time he was done.

you were so good for him. his good baby girl fucked completely dumb. he was convinced it was perfection in its purest state. his good girl. armin felt beyond fulfilled.

both of you recovered in each other's arms; breathless, eyes squeezed shut, droplets of sweat and tears in your cooling hot red faces. as you came down of the extratospheric high, the realization that not once did armin's grip on you loosen this whole time caused a surge of love for your boyfriend to fill your eyes, heart and being. you felt whole and perfect. it was sublime how armin could efortlessly stabilize your emotions like this, and your mutual innate ability of being each other's comfort place. you soon felt warm tears to slide down your cheeks at such emotions. the whole experience was cathartic.

“‘m-min...” your small voice trembled when you got armin's attention, ocean eyes softening in love at the sound of it.

“i’ve got you, baby,” armin coos, hands trembling lightly as he clutches your face. with a small smile, he kisses you, the flush on his cheeks unbearably warm. “there you go, angel. breathe... i'm right here.” he cooed. sometimes it was so unfair; just how adorable armin was. “you did so wonderful, love... i love you.”

“i love you more.”

“i love you so much more...” he smiled gingerly into your lips. “do you feel better?”

“i feel perfect... thank you. i really needed this– needed you so badly. thanks for this, baby.”

“always, baby... it's me who should be thanking you if anything. i'd stay with you like this forever if i could.”

your glossy eyes carved eternal 'i love you's into each other's souls with the intensity of the pure love overflowed between you; an eternally flowing love from both hearts –its sacred fountain. he caressed your cheek affectionately and kissed you gently again, his other arm always craddling you to his chest, never letting you go even an inch separate from him. you felt so secure in armin's arms. soon, a familiar peace steadily invaded you as you felt your mind begin its submerge in the mental water of subspace– head feeling light and burden-free, just like a dove's feather. downtime was done.

“i’m here, always. i’m not going anywhere.” he cooed.

you felt like you could cry again solely from the praise. there was something about armin that made you feel everything with a strength you couldn’t describe.

an already vulnerable mindstate combined with armin's affection could put you easier into subspace than you normally ever would. the bombload of sensations he caused on you was the essence to create this magical dimension only armin could provide you. and only for you. he made you feel glorious and powerful; it made you truly believe him when he called you an angel. his angel. this type of subspace felt like a marvelous, almost utopian high. pure ecstasy brought alife from the abstract by his love for you.

“i love you, ‘min. so much.” you mumbled, groggily burying your nails on the back of his head, craddling it and watching your lover sigh with closed eyes at the shiver it gave him. you sealed your lips a final time, in one last effort before exhaustion finally flooded your senses.

“i love you too, angel... more than anything. don't ever forget that.” he promised sincerely, lovingly in between kisses to your face making you giggle quietly. “okay? my gorgeous girl.”

wholehearted giggles filled the room. you could stay all your life just like this, scooped up in his arms forever and always; in this safe haven just breathing in one another and getting intoxicated off it until your bodies gave out like this. the idea of monotony dreaded you, but it was the idea of eternity with your precious boy that sounded like the most beautiful of dreams conceivable. such a beautiful dream.

your mind teetered a bit on the edge of consciousness, causing subcounscious wishes to emerge unbidden to set your mind free to float through oblivion.

“‘wanna be with you like this forever too, ‘min. just you and me... forever and always, right?” you slurred out, snuggling into the soft cloud that was his chest. armin felt just as drunk off of you as you were of him, the way he embraced you and smushed his cheek on the top of your head with already closed eyes showing just how far gone he was when he dreamily promised you.

“yeah. that's right, baby... forever and always. just us.”

and with that, you finally glided into the arms of morpheus together. with minds at home in this secure embrace, you realized there was no other place you would rather be than here– in your own comfy bubble, where you and armin flew and played beyond the clouds of bliss; forever safe and contented. and life felt good once again.

© GIRLYBELLE

𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐬𝐮𝐛𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐜𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐭. it's very light, almost unnoticeable since he has such good diction. however, spending quite a deal of quality time with your boyfriend made you fall even more in love with him over his every detail. it's arguably one of the things that enchanted you the most at the start of your relationship: the way his accent slightly thickened when he rambled excitedly about something he liked – or just talking rushedly in general – never failed to bring a smile to your face and hearts to your eyes.

everytime armin noticed your dreamy stare, he'd always nervously apologize for rambling again, his intrusive thoughts always telling him he might be boring you. “not at all, honey. i actually love hearing you talk about things you like.” you'd always tell him sincerely, smiling and cradling his hand in yours, giving his knuckles sweet kisses.

“o-oh, okay.” he'd say bashfully, a beaming smile playing on his soft lips. and it was true, listening to him talk was always so interesting, satisfying even. and not only for his appealing interests. you also never missed how attractive he sounded. only his voice was already enticing for itself; bright, soothing, a little breathy, and with the kind of timbre that soaked into your skin, melodic like only an angel's could be.

so when the faint accent mingled with his voice and tongue, it was beyond adorable to hear. i actually believe armin has a bit of a german ancestry through his grandfather and his perfect german fluency could be connected to it since he lived with his grandpa for a time. once when you asked him to read a text in the language for you, it was almost as if the words poured out of his mouth like pure chocolate. a simple thing as armin's voice in that language could send tingles to your deepest core. it was captivating, sultry almost.

also his accent mostly thickens with the extremes of his emotions – making him sometimes even slip a german word midsentence without noticing – it can go from extreme joy to annoyance. the first earning him dozens of kisses to his cheeks due to his surpassing cuteness... the latter, however, brings us to discuss a very important topic: frustrated armin cursing in german™... which in that case means it can earn him a effective and glorious kind of stress release, and you, well... let's say one of the most mindblowing sex experiences of your life.

i'll elaborate on the experience with expressive details on another day, meanwhile, enjoy this little brainrot.😋

by GIRLYBELLE.

world cup finally over back to being a lady

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.

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