Alright Alright, What If.. Study Date With Armin..

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

⸻ 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

PERFECT — 𝐀𝐑𝐌𝐈𝐍 𝐀. ⋅ fem reader

❧summary: just one of you and armin's most precious memories. (this is a repost from my old account).

❧warnings: just pure fluff <3.

❧word c.: 822

armin would often nudge you in the early morning hours, asking softly if you were already awake. when you answered him an unsaid yes through a smile and a hum, although with your closed eyes, you could literally feel him silently beaming excitedly at your side of the bed.

“c’mon baby...” you can hear the smile in his perfect voice and feel his ever so soft lips against your eyelids. you immediately smiled upon opening your eyes to the sight of him in the clear dim-grey dawn light, your very own angel made flesh.

“let's go.” he whispered against your cheek. “yeah...” you imediately remembered your little plans for today when you saw his sweet smile, slowly getting up and stretching. “just gonna put on some warmer clothes.” you rasped between tiny kisses to his jaw, making him softly squirm playfully at your touch.

and that was exactly what you did, lazily throwing on a hoodie over your pajama and not really caring about your appearance, because after all, you were hanging with your boyfriend. the one person that had seen you in every emotional state there was, from happy to absolutely depressed. the one person that was there for you all the time, every time.

and the moment you put on your shoes and beanie, you already heard the quiet crack on the door of your shared room. smiling, you silently opened the door; and you were greeted again by the soft smile of your beloved boyfriend, armin. like you, he was still wearing his pajamas with a hoodie thrown over and was waiting for you outside.

“you ready?”, he asked as if you weren’t already closing the door behind you. as an answer, you turned around and took his warm hand in yours which immediately held onto you tightly. when looking at his face, you could make out a light dust of pink on his cheeks. you chuckled quietly. almost one year dating and he still became flustered by the smallest things.

“you’re cute”, you said, more to yourself than to the boy standing in front of you. “i am?”, he asked confused. “let’s go pretty boy, you wanna see the sunrise or not?”, you ignored his question and began walking down the floor, pulling the now even more flustered armin with you.

the way to your destination was comfortable. there wasn’t much talking which was completely fine with you. just being, existing next to each other was enough. the wind was cold, smelling like fresh snow. in the distance, you could hear the soft waves of the ocean. even though it still was dark outside, you could make out the angelic features of your boyfriend.

his blue eyes, beaming with excitement, his sweet little nose, taking deep breaths, savoring every ounce of the fresh morning air, and his beautiful lips, forming a content smile.

noticing you staring at him, armin squeezed your hand gently: “everything alright?” he asked. “yes, everything’s perfect”, you answered, smiling at him, eyes full of love.

a few minutes later, you were already running through the sand, both holding your sneakers in your hands, not caring about the coldness, about the birds you were scaring with your loud laughter. any outsider would smilingly shake their head at you both, childishly running to the water, hand in hand and seemingly forgetting that there was a whole world existing outside your little bubble.

coming to a halt just a bit before the waves could actually touch your naked feet, you just stayed there. looking at the sky colored in different shades of orange, listening to the calming sounds of the water.

but the beautiful sunset wasn’t the only thing you were admiring, no you were also looking at your boyfriend. especially the way he smiled widely, the way his eyes were shining so brightly, with pure admiration for the beauty of nature.

for the second time this day, armin noticed your gaze fixated on him. “what’s wrong?”, his wide smile got softer, more gentle as he looked you directly in the eyes. “nothing, just looking at you”, you answered truthfully while silently pulling him into a warm hug.

“i love you.” the boy chuckled softly. it was a pure, quiet laugh, not the one you did over a bad joke or to tease somebody. no, it was an honest and pure and gentle chuckle full of love and admiration. “i love you too.” it was barely a whisper, as soft as the cold breeze ruffling through your hair, only meant for you.

it was moments like this, where you just wanted to stay for the rest of your life. your boyfriend, your pretty boy, holding you tightly, head resting on your shoulder and arms laying around your waist, gently squeezing you to himself.

it was moments like this where you felt complete. moments like this where everything was perfect.

love, belle.

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.

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

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

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 💗

Saw you asking for requests, and I immediately thought:

Prompt: 'wait, you think I'm cute?' With Armin Arlert pls 🙏🙏

❝ wait, you think I'm cute? ❞

ꕤ pairing: Armin A. x gn!reader

ꕤ warnings: modern au, fluff, friends to lovers, mutual pinning

ꕤ word count: 0.2k

. . . AWE YES <33 i also really like writing friends to lovers with Armin, i have no idea why haha

REBLOGS ARE APPRECIATED!

The sun begins to set on the horizon, an orange-y hue lighting up the street that you walk down. A few street lamps begin to turn on, adding to the illumination of the road. You and Armin quietly walk beside each other, close enough to have your shoulders brush with every step you take. 

“The sky looks really pretty,” you suddenly say, nudging his arm to get his attention. 

He hums with agreement, briefly admiring the sky before bringing his attention to you instead. You’re distracted by the beauty of the sky — appreciating the way the sun’s rays shine through the clouds — not noticing Armin’s stare.

“You’re really pretty,” he thinks out loud, in what he thought was a whisper but wasn’t.

You snap your head in his direction, grinning yet embarrassed by his unexpected compliment. You chuckle, unsure of how to respond.

“Th-thank you,” you sutter, feeling your neck burn up, “Um, you’re pretty cute yourself, y’know.”

Flustered, you look away. Armin smiles and his cheeks turn pink.

“Wait, you think I’m cute?” he asks, in an elated tone.

“Mhm,” you nod, “Always have.”

Armin suddenly links your arms with a giggle, further flustering you.

“I’ve always thought the same about you, too,” he says, “Guess I just didn’t want to weird you out by saying it.”

You shake your head, “It’s not weird. It was nice to hear.”

He gives you another smile and you’re both soon silent again. Your arms stay linked, however, as you continue to walk home together. Despite how unexpected the short conversation was, it was somehow reassuring to have — giving a bit of clarity on your shared feelings for one another.

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