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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.

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.

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.

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.”

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.

Reblogs and comments are appreciated

its time for the girls to admit that Armin is not some sweet and innocent little angel. that man is most certainly a demon when you get him out of his shell..like he is NASTYYYY 😫

themes: rough sex, aggressive and degrading armin, choking, spit play, bulging, unprotected sex, throat fucking, daddy’s used like twice, pet names (and name calling) him being a sadist and an asshole, along with some other shit

he’s been your friend for years and granted, for a long time, that’s all you saw him as. Quiet, sweet, reliable Armin..who never made too much of a fuss about anything. He was the shy one, the timid boy who didn’t like trouble (which was much more than what could be said of his other buddies.) honestly, you preferred it though.

but it’s one night, when the two of you are quietly studying that it all changes and things get very intense..very quickly!

one minute, the two of you are nose deep in your textbooks and the next, he’s balls deep in you, trying to put you through his fucking mattress like he’s got something to prove. Your nails clawing at his sides, tapping at his abs to slow down but he’s not letting up..

“You better move that fucking hand if you know what’s good for you..it’s not stopping shit so put it down.”

instead, he’s slamming that thick, throbbing cock into your tight little pussy, that’s already sore and soaking wet from his pounding. He’s got your legs pinned back; opened wide so you can both watch all eight inches of him pulsating through the pit of your stomach. His thumb pad rolling against your already sensitive clit as his lips pressed to your gold chain laced ankle and soft instep, thanks to that foot and white painted toes pressed to his chest.

“..hngh! Arminnnn..fuck!”

coaxing out another stream of squirt to join the several others he’s induced out of you with those long, rhythmic thrusts. Even taking that big dick of his out to tap the tip against your folds and make it worse.

the result of constant teasing…swearing that he wasn’t capable of piping you like this. However, he was more than happy to debunk that claim and trust, it didn’t help when you confessed to fucking a friend of his. So he was extra motivated to make you his for good.

“Yes, baby. Keep crying for me..keep begging ‘cause it only turns me on.”

the sight of watching you twitch and flail around amuses him, so much so..he’s put it back in mid orgasm and feels that cunt clamping the base of his shaft. Clasping a hand around your throat, he leans down and snakes his tongue into your mouth; feeding you sloppy kisses and deep strokes.

“Besides, this is exactly what you wanted, right? For me to show you I wasn’t pussy..that I could fuck you better than anyone you’ve ever been with? Well tell me, sweetheart…did I?”

“Y-yes! It’s so good, daddy…fuck!”

laughing and taunting as he slightly restricts your breathing for his own pleasure, watching your brown eyes roll back as you claw at his wrists, shaking your head profusely. It feels so damn good and he’s definitely gotten his point across but he’s far from finished..

in fact, he knows just how he wants to use you next..finally releasing, he moves those same fingers to the side of your face with a few light taps.

“..good answer. Now get up, I’m not done with you.”

his voice much lower in pitch and honestly, deep enough to cause a twitch between your thighs. This new side of him were both frightening and fucking sexy. Grasping the top of your head, he reluctantly pulls out and repositions you to the edge of the bed with your head dangling from it.

once he crawls off the bed, all you see is that massive dick dangling in front of your face and his hands cupped around the back of your neck to support your already dizzy head.

wasting not another second, he places that tip and shaft into your mouth and begins pumping. Not even an hour ago, he was your homeboy and now, you were nothing more than a useless hole to him. An object, a toy to play with and take out all of his frustrations..

he’s having his way and you love it. It’s a given at this point that no one will be able to top him. You could fuck his whole crew and not one could ever compare..

the gulping noises and sloppy sounds of you sucking his cock are driving him crazy. He’s mad with lust and power, having this much dominion over one person’s body. Watching as he sees himself bulge into the center of your throat. Tears streaming down your cheeks only adding fuel to the burning fire.

he can hear you faintly whimpering and whining, causing vibrations around his length. Even clawing at the sheets momentarily but as you’ve come to learn, he doesn’t give a single, secular fuck about your feelings right now.

it didn’t matter how much you gagged, spat or even slapped at his muscular thighs. You were his until he grew bored and let you go.

“I don’t need to hear all that whining, bitch. I need you to eat this dick up..hell, throw up on it for all I care. You just better suck that nut out when I say so.”

the way he’s talking to you, it’s too much to bare…you’ve never seen him so aggressive, so mean and so…focused. But God, do you not want it to end anytime soon. He could have it all night if that’s what he wanted. Just to ensure that the inside of those jaws are nice and lubricated, he tugs out for a split second only to replace it with a long string of his saliva before shoving it back in.

this time, he’s going deeper and a lot faster. Grunting loudly, going crazy until he began to slow up and eventually, hold it in place for a minute. You could feel him sitting stagnant in the back of your throat until there was another faint twitch and his thumbs pressing gently into the sides of your neck.

“…hold still.” The last words he uttered before letting out a loud, guttural moan and a stream of milky cum into your mouth..making you swallow every drop as he emptied his balls. Tossing his head back as he cried out, letting the silky remnants slip down your throat.

“That’s right, swallow it..”

once he finished, you were given a very brief break while he decided his next move. Coughing and heaving, you’d lean back up, trying to catch your breath for a second. But there was no rest for his little slut quite yet. Giving you two light love taps, Armin ushered you to your knees and on all fours.

he’d place his palm into the center of your back to get the arch exactly as he wanted it and from there, he’d prepare to glide back in. Just to make sure that you stayed put, he raise his leg and press it to your head before tugging both arms backwards.

he was straight dogging your shit and at this rate, you wouldn’t be able to move afterwards…a risk well worth the reward.

“..just in case you wanna run from me.” bending down to whisper in your ear before proceeding to push himself in all the way one last time. And if you thought for a second he’d take it easy, you were sadly mistaken. With that thick ass bouncing off the base of his cock, he’d drill your pussy, back with those same strokes that had beaten it sore the first time around.

with all of your limbs in his grasp, (y/n) was only left with the option to scream face first into the sheets to let out those moans and let him know how wonderful of a job he was doing. In and out..one stroke right after the next, he was met with your tight grip and gushy cream all over him. He couldn’t help but to act crazy about it..

“Oh fuuuck..you’re such a perfect fit, baby. It’s like this pussy was made just for me..” crying out as he kneaded his nails into your hips and fucked up into you with all that he had. It was the mist soft and vulnerable you had seen him since this little sex session. It just wouldn’t remain that way..

switching his foot with his fingers, Armin bent down and snatched your head up yet again, as if he were trying to tug the hair from your scalp. Barely coherent, you were met with his very menacing glare and smile.

“Which means I better not catch you giving it to anybody else again. Understood?..” the words resonating throughout your body like a spell he had cast and there was no way you were breaking it.

“I said do you understand? Talk..”

“Yes, daddy. It’s your pussy..it’s all yours..”

between the weight of his body burrowing down on you and the intense pressure swelling in your heat, you couldn’t handle another second and after hearing you make that statement, neither could he.

he felt on top of the world.

curling over your entire frame, Armin made a few more final strokes before commanding that you come all over his dick and you didn’t hesitate.

“Oh my God! I’m coming..” screaming with all that you had left, (y/n) let out the last of the wetness onto his shaft and the sheets. Falling limp shortly thereafter, you’d feel yourself become less full.

but you’d hear those sexy grunts of his rang out again as he jerked his cock, wringing his wrist around until your back was met with the warmth of that white cream against your perfect brown skin.

it was a beautiful sight and one he wanted to see whenever he felt like from now on…

“..who’s soft now, sweetheart?”