#armin x gender neutral reader

[mvrtaiswriting]

Run your mouth x Armin Artlert. ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :

this is a revisited (and better) version of my old work. enjoy!

gender neutral reader. pronoun "they" used.

warnings: angst (it ends well), suggestive, intoxication (weed). alternative au

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“Why didn’t you not say anything?!”

“You need to stop letting people speak to you like that, Armin. God, even one of Connie’s ‘yo mama’ type of joke would have been a more decent comeback!”

Those words rolled down your tongue before you could realise it, planting one dagger after the other right where Armin was hurting the most. Yet, Armin's gaze escaped yours one more time that day, looking at everything else but you. Letting himself crash against the sofa of his living room, he finally sighed.

“It’s fine. It doesn’t matter.”

Armin finally spit out, biting his bottom lip. Another sigh escaped his lips as you watched him run his fingers through his hair, a few blonde strands falling over his forehead. All he wanted to do was leaving everything that happened behind and avoid another conflict. Specially with you.

“Fine.”

Was all you managed to say, rushing towards the door and putting your jacket on. The warmth on your cheeks was getting harder to ignore and you just couldn't allow yourself to lash out at Armin again. Maybe Armin didn't care - maybe he was able to leave it all behind. But you weren't, and if those words didn't hurt him, they definitely hurt you. There was nothing in this word that could justify his complete lack of reaction, the complete silence you were met with every time you tried to talk things through.

After all, this was a tale as old as time. Since you had known him, you had seen him react. Not when Bertholdt took his book out of his hands and set fire to him when you were in middle school, not when Annie almost punched him but you intervened instead - ending up in a fight and then in an hospital room with 5 stitches on your chin as a consequence. The two of you had met in primary school, when you were still taller than him and his hair was longer than yours - and you always took care of one another. The memory of Armin's little finger putting a plaster on your scarred knee on the playground was still vivid in your mind - you've never parted way since.

It was so hard now to grasp onto this dear memories. All you could see was a grown man not standing up for himself, a true believer of always being the biggest person instead of flipping someone off - even if that meant overlooking the worst episodes of one's life. Adrenaline was still pumping in your veins from earlier on that morning, that pervasive sense of frustration still all over you as if you had to fight back, as if you were the one who was insulted. You were fuming - you were mad at him for being so passive about life, you were mad at the world for being so disgustingly cruel.

Armin’s blue eyes remained locked on you the whole time, meticulously following your movements as you roamed through the room to pick up your things. You were gone before he could say something, before he could swallow the lump in his throat and actually come up with something that would make you stay. Yet, before he could come up with something, you stormed out of his apartment, neither of you speaking one more word. It was only when he realised you were distant enough that Armin finally let himself go, a frustrated scream finally making its way out, emptying his lungs and lifting an heavy weight from his shoulders.

There were so many things Armin should have said - maybe he should have thanked you for standing up for him, for always stepping up even if it didn't matter, even if he didn't deserve it. He knew you could see right through him; he knew that you could how much all the hatred collected through the years had cracked his seemingly unbreakable shield - you knew there was hurt underneath his shell of indifference.

Maybe he should have told you that he hated himself for all those times he had put you in danger, by allowing you to step up - or maybe he should have just told you that he was working on his avoidant tendencies. Maybe, just maybe, he should have confronted you and tell you that yes, he hated being involved in stupid arguments but he would turn the world upside down for you.

-

When Jean asked him to come over, Armin didn’t think about it twice: he really needed an excuse to shut down his brain.

The familiar, stinging smell of weed, typical of Jean's and Connie's apartment tingled Armin's nose even before knocking on his friend's door. Jean was quick to open the door, leading Armin to the living room where the rest of the group had already started their session.

Sitting on the floor, Armin took place next to Eren. Despite Jean's invite to a 'boys-only' night, Armin couldn't help but quickly scan the room, hoping to find you there. There was radio-silence between the two of you - and he hated it. Quickly reaching his pockets, Armin grabbed his phone and scrolled quickly through his notifications - not a call, not a text. Not from you at least.

“Someone told me you had a rough day.”

Eren's raspy voice called Armin back to reality. Armin only nodded in response, before his friend passed him the already light up joint he was holding in his hands.

“Are they okay?”

Armin asked, taking a long drag from the joint between his long fingers and leaning his body against the sofa, shoulders and head resting on the seating’s pillow. As he breathed the smoke in, Armin realised you must have talked to Mikasa about what happened.

Eren nodded silently, knowing well enough how worried Armin was for you.

“They’re with Sasha and Mikasa, they’ll join us later.”

Eren added, only receiving a weak nod from Armin in response.

Riding off the slowly building up high, Armin let his mind wonder. How could he be stupid enough to let you walk away? Was he testing his luck even further? How hard could it be to realise the luck that he must have had during all those years - in which you never left his side. Always showering him with love, and care, and so much affection - and all he managed to was being a damsel in distress. Never man enough to stand up for himself, or for you. How could he even dare to dream of you, how could he even bring himself to think you could love him the way he loved you - and deserve it. If love was to be earned, Armin wasn't sure if he'd ever deserve yours.

Armin finished his joint without even realising it, smashing its remains against the ashtray as he slowly started to feel his body become lighter and his mind quieter, highness rushing over his body as he finally felt calm for the first time that day. The rest of his friends were a mess, Connie laughing his lungs out while having meaningless conversation with Jean. He enjoyed the peaceful chaos of the moment, finding himself laughing at one of Connie’s ‘deez nuts’ jokes without even realising it.

When you finally arrived at Jean's apartment, followed by Sasha and Mikasa, Armin had already smoked one more joint with Connie - yet, this didn't hinder his senses. Simply hearing you greet the rest of the group made him sit up straight, his eyes quickly scanning the room hoping to catch a glimpse of you. When you finally entered his visual field, he couldn't help but stare for a moment. Locking his blue eyes on you, he looked at you in religious silent as he observed every movement your body made. Not a word left his lips - he couldn't bring himself to say a word. A wave of unexpected emotions had rushed over him and all he could do was admire you, finally being able to maintain eye contact with you for the first time that day.

Letting out a big sigh, you were quick to notice the state Armin was in. His eyes were half-lidded, the blue of his iris emphasised by the redness of the rest of his eyes. You slowly kneed next to him, scanning his face looking for any trace of lucidity.

"You're beautiful."

Armin finally spoke. Your faces were only a few centimetres apart while you made sure he was okay, so close to him he could feel your warm breath tickling the skin of his face.

"Shut up."

Was all that you said as a soft smile adorned your lips, finally sitting next to him. Even when sitting down, he still managed to be a little taller than you. You let your head rest on his shoulder, and he instinctively adjusted himself to ensure you were comfortable enough.

"I mean it. and.."

Armin paused, taking a deep breath. He wasn't lucid, but he wasn't absent-minded either. He just was high enough to have the courage to speak up about his feelings.

"I'm sorry."

"Don't."

You replied, letting out a sigh. Snuggling closer to Armin, you guided Armin's arm around you, engulfing yourself into his embrace. Armin was quick to tighten the grip on you, letting his long fingers reach your hips and holding you tighter.

"I wish I was a better man."

Armin spoke again. His words felt sharper than ever this time, piercing right through you. The last thing you wanted was to make him feel as if he wasn't enough - all your life you tried to make him understand his worth.

"You're the best man I know."

You replied, making Armin giggle. Your replies were always quicker than his, always sharper - and he loved that. Armin watched as you reached for his hand, playing with his fingers. Snuggling closer to him, you let your head rest on the crook of his neck - your breathing gently itching his soft spot, constantly sending shivers down his spine. Armin remained silent for a while - he was feeling your body in ways he had only dreamt of, his senses being completely overwhelmed. Yet, it was your words that echoed in his head - was he hallucinating? Are these words that every friend would say to another?

Shifting from your position to sit down properly and take a hit from the joint Connie passed you, Armin was quick to wrap his arm around your waist, trapping you in his embrace once again. Your back was now resting against his chest, your bodies perfectly fitting together like a puzzle-piece. That was the quickest reflex Armin has ever had in his life. Where were you going? He didn't want you to leave his arms. Not tonight. Not ever.

Laughing at his reaction, you allowed him to hold you closer, melting under his touch. His hands wondered down your hips again and every stupid fibre of your body ached for more, your skin almost burning every time Armin's fingers grazed you, even by accident. If only Armin had known about this - about all the times your mind went dumb at the sole idea of him touching you. If only Armin knew how much you loved him, and cared for him. If only Armin knew the only reason you were so mad at him was his blindness to the way you ached for him, realising just how wonderful he was.

Taking the joint from Connie, you were quick to take a hit. Armin's eyes were once again fixed on you, as he watched the way your lips wrapped around the joint's filter - dying to have a taste of them. Armin shook his head, trying to think straight - but he just couldn't. The higher he got, the more the thought of you crowded his mind. Your lips had him so obviously hypnotised, making his mind wonder off again; flashback of you kissing when you were 12 because you wanted to be each other's first kiss was everything he could think of. The way it felt, the softness of your lips, the sweet innocence of a typical, awkward first kiss. Too many times he had asked himself how would it feel to kiss you now that the innocence was gone, now that he touched himself under the shower just thinking of you.

Worried about Armin's sudden silence, you shook his shoulder only lightly, in hope to get him back to reality.

"Are you okay? Wanna hit?" Armin looked at you for a second, processing your question and analysing the scene he was watching. You were standing only a few centimetres away from his face once again, your lips were burning red because of the heated filter you smoked from. His heart was beating quickly and suddenly that was all he could hear. Flashback of you kissing running through his mind once again, the dirtiest scenarios he imagined you in flooding his mind and running just before his eyes.

"Fuck that."

Armin said, before grabbing your waist and pulling you into a desperate, passionate kiss. His grip felt unusually strong and firm on your skin, his touch loosing its usual kindness as he locked his lips on yours as he slid his tongue into your mouth, desperate to have a taste of you. Although surprised at first, you were quick to reciprocate the kiss, letting your hand reach his jaw and almost pulling him on top of you.

Jean and Eren cheered for Armin, echoing some stupid choirs as the two of you ended up making out on the floor. Breaking the kiss due to a shortness of breath, you rested your forehead against Armin's. Staring at you, he left a soft kiss on the tip of your nose praying you won't notice the redness of his cheeks.

"Damn it Artlert.."

"So you do know how to run your mouth, uh?" you teased, leaving a quick kiss on his lips.

"I have a few more tricks I can show you."

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[justanobodywriter]

22:48 ✦Armin✦

Armin hums a familiar little tune. The noise sounds up through his chest and directly into your ear.

You didn't know where this song had come from. Whenever you brought it up he just played it off as if he didn't know, but you doubted that.

He was too comforted by the noise.

Tonight, you heard the sound of small sobs leave his lips. The noise fell to your ears and broke your heart.

It was a normal response to have with all he had been through. However, it was rare he allowed these types of emotions to show anymore.

You moved to place his head in your chest as your arms wrapped around him.

Then, you hummed the tune for him. It had been the first time you had hummed it on your own, but you still knew it well.

You noticed that Armin's sobs got more frequent. You didn't do anything more out of fear that he would close back up and not allow for his emotions to flow. You just continued to hum and hold him tight to you as he cried.

Soon, his sobs turned to small snores from how stuffy his nose had become. You let out a sigh and kissed the top of his head.

You didn't know where that tune had come from, but it didn't matter. It was important and comforting to Armin. That was all that mattered.

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[niilue]

hi hi!!! congrats on 1k :,))!!! and here is my request for the event!!

can i get a fanfic with the prompt (24) with armin arlert

content: edging + praising

thank u :,)

‧₊˚ ⊹ sub armin arlert x gn! dom reader

prompt:  "you look so cute when you're excited"

cw; fanfic, gender reader, dom reader, edging, praising, car sex, armin rides your thigh, fluff in the beggining words: 1065 1k event

you've never tried to have sex in the car with anyone before, but maybe your date tonight with armin will change that.

you had been dating for several months and even though you had already had sex with him, you felt that he was still too shy sometimes and you couldn't do everything you wanted to him.

they both laughed as they left the restaurant where they had had their date. they both really enjoyed each other's company. everything had gone well.

"do you want to take a ride before we go home, armin?" you asked, starting the car.

he nodded excitedly. 

you had no idea where you could go, you were actually just driving around to different places. armin seemed to love the evening breeze.

he loved looking at the scenery and listening to you say anything and everything.

after a while of walking you came to a beach where there was literally not a soul. 

it was a beautiful place, there was no one there, the stars were shining brightly, the smell of the sea and the sound of the waves, it was perfect.

armin got out of the car and got as close as possible to the water, without getting wet.

he was jumping like a little boy, he loved the beach too much, and you loved to see him happy.

"look how nice it all looks." mentioned armin taking your hand and pulling you close to him.

it's all dark, you thought. but you just nodded and smiled and kissed him on the forehead.

you were cuddling for a while looking at the beach and enjoying each other's warmth as the minutes passed by.

then you felt the urge to kiss him, and so you did. you gently took his pretty face and kissed him passionately. you wanted him to feel all your love with that kiss.

you grabbed the back of his neck so you wouldn't let him go. you needed him with you. always.

you heard armin groan softly as he broke the kiss. his cheeks were red and a shy smile escaped his lips.

"i love you." whispered the boy hugging you.

you had the urge to make him yours right there. really, he looked so cute all embarrassed and him saying things like that to you only made you want him more. how hard.

"armin." you whispered squeezing his waist and pulling him closer to you. you looked into his eyes as your gaze unexpectedly dropped to his lips.

bright and red, so beautiful.

"let's do it (name)" he said suddenly.

you looked at him in surprise. "in the sand" you said and made a disgusted face. 

armin looked at you. "in the car, love." he whispered in your ear, leaving a soft caress on your face.

you didn't think it would be so easy to make you horny. but armin made it so hard. sometimes he was so fucking tempting and provoked you too much.

you didn't even have to think about it. You grabbed him by the arms and dragged him with you to the back seat of the car.

they just got in the car and you had Armin on top of you.

kissing desperately and touching each other shamelessly. 

little by little you both took off each other's clothes, until you were face to face with Armin's exhilarated friend.

he had only rubbed himself a little on you, and you had groped him a little, and he was already hard.

"you look so cute when you're excited." 

you said, seeing how Armin's mouth was open and his eyes teary. "touch me (name), i'm-i'm yours."

you were sure that if you did the slightest thing to him he would cum so fast. it was so obvious.

you made him sit on the seat, they exchanged positions, and you did your best to get down on your knees on his excited member.

you saw the excitement on his face as you brought your face dangerously close to his cock. you let it rub over your bare chest as armin shivered from the slight contact.

you opened your mouth and with the tip of your tongue made contact with his hard flesh. you licked his glans superficially and heard him moan hard. 

then he covered his mouth in shame.

"it's ok honey, scream all you want, no one will hear us."

you unthinkingly took armin's member into your mouth. it wasn't especially long, so you could almost take the whole thing.

armin was holding your head guiding your movements while his legs were lifted by the same excitement. he was tense, you could feel it, it was too obvious that he wanted to cum.

"mhmmp, (name)." 

you looked at him still with his cock in your mouth and watched him bite his lips hard as he painfully made you let go of his member.

"you're doing good honey, let me keep sucking you off." you said going back to your thing.

"if you keep-s-saying those things, i- i-i'll cum..."

you laughed and then settled back down next to him.

armin's cock was still too hard and trembled at the slightest touch. you just looked at him and massaged his tip.

"do you like this, armin?" you asked.

armin nodded repeatedly saying "yes yes."

"come here love, i want you to rub yourself on my thigh."

without complaining, armin moved slowly over your thigh. you felt the hardness and viciousness of his shaft as he moved over you.

"that's it, that's good honey, you're doing great." you said squeezing his ass, kind of lost in the eroticism of your man riding your thigh.

when you felt his movements were too erratic you stopped him with a single word and he did just that.

you felt the sweat running down his face mingle with the blond's naughty tears.

"h- hurts (name) can i... can i cum?" 

you shook your head and grabbed the back of his neck and kissed him. you told him that he was still too fast. that he was doing it right but not yet.

"i'm a good boy (name), i am, aren't i, look-look how i'm rubbing myself without cumming." he moaned increasing the rhythm of his hips, you felt the pre-semen coming out of his dick and staining your thigh.

"yes my love, you do it so well, following my orders, so perfect."

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[elonmuskoutpizzasthehut]

𝐇𝐨𝐰 𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐤𝐢𝐝𝐬 𝐝𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭? 𝐀𝐨𝐭

ᴀᴏᴛ sᴘᴏʟɪᴇʀs?

ʟᴇᴠɪ

None. I don't think I have to even explain, but if it's soooo important after all the titans and dangers are done he might agree to adopt

ʜᴀɴᴊɪ

Yes. They would love to have children adopting or not. She could teach them all about titans! They would love to have children with their lover<333

ᴇʀᴡɪɴ

If he were to even get with someone he would probably have 2-3 children or just one but also comes with terms to what his partner wants. And it HAS to be after the war is over and dangers are gone (even tho he wasn't alive for that long)

ᴍɪᴄʜᴇ

1-2 I just feel like he would be that type of person. Just dont make him change diapers pls

ᴢᴇᴋᴇ

1-2 maybe 3 he would be a great father and would have the biggest soft spot for his kids, because he wouldn't want them to go threw the same pain he did

ᴘɪᴇᴄᴋ

1 would love them and would probably have more but likes to not be woken up at night

ᴘᴏʀᴄᴏ

1-3 I feel like he would go for three only because someone said he wouldn't be able to do it so he tried to prove then wrong. He loves all of them tho <3

ᴀʀᴍɪɴ

Would LOVE to have a child or children. I just feel like he would worry so much :( Would make sure he knows EVERYTHING before actually trying to have one (I also feel like he has the genes for twins)

ᴇʀᴇɴ

1 and only one. He wouldn't know what to do, he would love them with all his heart but have no clue what he's doing :( would be deathly tired from just the first two days

ᴍɪᴋᴀsᴀ

Doesn't care, she would love to have children but if her lover isn't into that she'll convince them to at least have one

ᴊᴇᴀɴ

1-2 did u see that cutscene with him and Mikasa? He's gonna have at least one or two he would probably actually be pretty good at parenting, but would be that one embrassing dad

ᴄᴏɴɴʏ

1 maybe 2 I feel like he would want a family but not a huge one just a small comfy family :)

sᴀsʜᴀ

I feel like she would fall into the same footsteps as her parents and take in children as their own but she might want at least one biological one

ʀᴇɴɪᴇʀ

Yes. Would worry a lot about dying and stuff because of his titan powers. Though he would love to have a family huge or small he doesn't care (I also feel like he has twin genes as well)

ʙᴇʀᴛᴏʟᴅᴏʟᴛ (ʜᴏᴡ ᴅᴏ ᴜ sᴘᴇʟʟ ʜɪs ɴᴀᴍᴇ?)

1-2 idk I just feel like he would have that many and for no reason at all. His kids would be super tall as well

ᴀɴɴɪᴇ

None. She's chill with her lover and a cat

ʜɪsᴛᴏʀɪᴀ

Probably 1 biological and 1 adopted I just feel like she would feel bad to not give at least 1 orphan a home

ʏᴍɪʀ

Doesn't care whatever Historia wants

𝐒𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐈 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐬𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐥 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐟𝐟 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐰𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐯𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐰𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡 𝐏𝐨𝐧𝐲𝐨 (𝐛𝐭𝐰 𝐏𝐨𝐧𝐲𝐨 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐨 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐮 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐰𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡 𝐢𝐭)

𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐈 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐭?

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[huachengscrustybandages]

Do Armin headcanons bestie 👉👈

Ight bet. Armin for me is GOD. So ofc. Is it okay if I do NSFW and SFW hcs-?? +This is my first ask and my first time writing so I hope you like it- Enjoy. ^^

Tags!!!: Cringe, Cockwarming, Oral (Reader Receiving)

A/N: After a year of coming back to this I realized how much this sucks and might delete it

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~SFW Headcanons~

-Armin would 100% cuddle you whenever he gets the chance to.

-For example, you would be sitting on the couch and Armin would just plop himself right next to you and start nuzziling his face into your neck.

-Doesn't matter if you are in public or private, he'll do it either way. He doesn't care about the stares you guys get.

-You'll legit have to pry him off of you.

"Min. Stop."

"Why? You are so warm."

-He'll sometimes make you dinner or baked treats. Why? Because he loves the way your face lights up after seeing them.

"You baked these for me? They look delicious Minny!!"

"It's no big deal my dear."

-I feel like if you're are sick, he'll be the most attentive boyfriend.

-Hungry? He'll made you soup. Tired? He'll fluff your pillow and cover you all up in blankets and pillows!

-I feel like he wouldn't care if he got sick, he would still stick next to you till you are better.

"Minny. You'll get sick!"

"Who cares about that?"

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Smut Below The Cut

~NSFW Headcanons~

-Ngl, I feel like Armin is into cockwarming.

-He just loves the way your pussy/ass sucks him in.

"Minny~! I'm close~!"

"That's good. Cream on my cock/Cream my dear.~"

-Armin is either into really soft sex or really hardcore sex. Like he would piston into you at a non-human pace.

"A-a-A-ArmIN!! S-s-SloW dow-N!"

"Mm. I can't my dear Y/N. argh~ It feels TOO good."

-I feel like Armin is REALLY into eating you out/sucking you off. So much so you will have too pull his head away just to breath.

"Minny~!! 'ts too much!~" // You would try to push his head away.

"But it tastes too good!" // He would whine gripping your thighs.

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[anqelically-archived]

DRUNK APOLOGY | ARMIN ARLERT X GN!INSERT

WORDS: 0.2k

CONTENT: no manga spoilers, fluff, drinking of age (the last episode of s4 pt2)

NOTE: randomly thought of a kiss like this and here we are :)

everyone was completely wasted.

while the meeting with miss kiyomi was coming to an end, mikasa had been the one to realize that eren went missing. the search for eren, the world’s primary target and enemy, led to sitting sitting in a tent located at a concentration camp for refugees.

though mostly [name] and their friends were suspicious of what was being offered to them, eren accepted everything immediately. they followed in his footsteps, leading them to also get very drunk.

[name] stumbled with a bottle in hand, one of the many jean and connie fetched when they ran out. their eyes were lidded while their steps led them to crash into someone’s chest.

“ar���min…?” [name] look up at the male, who laid beneath them on the floor.

“that hurt,” he whined while holding his head, “[n-name]…”

“armin,” they said with tears in their eyes and wrapped their arms around their friend.

he might’ve been drunk as well, but his mind cleared a bit when seeing them tear-up, “h-hey, it’s okay. no-“ he hiccuped, “-no need to cry.”

“‘m sorry,” [name]’s face hovered over his and they gave him a kiss on the corner of his lips, “…i mean it.”

armin sobered up real fast.

he erupted into shades of red as connie exclaimed, “WOAH, DID THEY JUST KISS!?! THEY TOTALLY JUST DID!”

NAVIGATION

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[mommypieck]

⌗︙・aot boys as perverts - jean, armin, connie ⸜⸜・

requested by @unholybabyface

jean

he watches as you leave the room, closing the door behind you. you said you were going to shower, and as much as he would like to go with you, he wants to use the time for his advantage. his cock jumps when he hears the shower running, showing him that he can do whatever he wants. he lays down on your bed, sniffing your pillow. everything smells like you and he can't get enough. suddenly he finds himself rutting against the bed. his cock leaks more with every thrust and he can't help but to whine. he notices a pair of leggings on the other side of the bed - the leggins that cup your ass perfectly. he places them in between his legs, humping them like a dog in heat. he can feel himself cumming, the orgasm so big that it makes him shake. he's a bit embarrassed for cumming inside of his pants like a boy, but he knows it was worth it.

armin

connie

his eyes watch your every move as he crouches behind the dumpster. he notices that you're wearing your new skirt and how short it seems to be. he wanted to give your house a visit but when his phone beeped, that you were already going home, he decided to watch you instead. armin is glad that be brought with camera with him, the sun is kissing your skin perfectly and he gets the chance to take perfect photos. he already has some at home. he started with just printing the photos you had online but soon realized that it's more exciting to take them himself. and he gets to take pictures of your whole body too. he prints each picture few times because he loves cumming on them. but he knows that soon it's going to be your face where he's gonna cum.

"you look so good. look at you!" he says with a large smile, checking you from every angle. connie has always been your best friend and you are grateful for how affectionate he is. he always brings you snacks and he isn't afraid to go miles if it means you get what you want. but sometimes he gets annoyed by your short skirts. and the one you are wearing today makes him especially frustrated.

"i have to get some glasses. wait." you say as you turn around to look for the glasses. connie notices how you skirt rides up. he should feel embarrassed but he can't stop himself from grabbing his phone. he quickly opens his camera to take few pictures. he makes him airpods fall on purpose so he can get a better angle. he snaps few pictures from every angle and can't help but to melt at how your ass looks perfect in every single one. he can't wait until he can open his camera roll and fantasize about you while his hand is wrapped around his cock.

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[arlerts-angel]

Hi Hi (●’◡’●)ﾉ

It's me again. I loved your somno fic. On the theme of sleep, can you write some sleep hcs with Armin? Like how he likes to cuddle, what time he wakes up/goes to sleep, what he wears to bed, his bedtime routine and other fluffy stuff like that! You can add nsfw if you want!

Sorry if you've already written something like that, I'm not really good at navigating Tumblr. (◍•ᴗ•◍)

a/n: oh absolutely this is so sweet 🤍 i hope you are getting more sleep, nonnie! 💙

warnings: none! sfw | gn reader | no description of reader so reader is ambiguous in every way!

taglist: @i-literally-cant-with-this @ringsofsaturnnnn @milky-aeons

💤 𝐀𝐑𝐌𝐈𝐍 𝐀𝐑𝐋𝐄𝐑𝐓 𝐒𝐋𝐄𝐄𝐏 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒

i imagine armin has a nighttime routine that became much more extensive upon entering a relationship with you. before moving in together, i imagine his nightly routine consisted of showering & laying in bed with a book before getting some shut eye.

but when you moved in together and he saw your nighttime shower+skincare routine, he developed a mini one of his own. here's how i see armin settling down in the evening:

☆ gets home from work (a little after 5 pm) and helps you cook dinner. you eat together and talk about your respective days, no screens at the table.

☆ after dinner, he washes dishes and takes a shower. sometimes you join him, sometimes you don't. if he showers alone, he only takes about 15 minutes in the shower. armin does not use 2-in-1 (or more) shampoos LOL

☆ i have mentioned this a couple of times before but i headcanon that he smells AMAZING 24/7 but especially after a shower. he is 100% a bar soap user but his soap smells like eucalyptus, aloe, and cucumber.

☆ post-shower he applies antiperspirant (vastly different from deodorant) which is clean-scented with notes of cypress, white birch, and eucalyptus.

☆ i also imagine he has a mini skincare routine now involving washing/shaving his face and some aftershave. every so often he will entertain you and do some sheet or clay masks together

☆ after his shower, it's around 7-7:30 pm so he has a few hours to spend with you playing games or watching something together.

☆ come 9 pm or later he'll encourage you to join him in the bedroom to relax. phones are shut off 30 minutes (or longer) before sleeping. he does a bit of meditation before crawling into bed with you and a good book.

☆ armin kisses your head at 11 pm and says goodnight as he cuddles you close and drifts off into sleep for work the next day.

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[typhea]

✮﹒❄️﹐RANDOM CHARACTERS + ‘CAN’T REMEMBER TO FORGET YOU’

﹐♡﹒featuring : multiple characters ♡

﹐♡﹒infos : toxicity, angst, heavy manipulation/brainwashing, threatening, gn!reader, heavy guilt tripping, corruption.

﹐♡﹒summary : type of toxic ex they are..

THE ‘ I’M THE VICTIM ’ EX

midoriya izuku, yuji itadori, todoroki shouto, kaminari denki, arlelt armin, kyoka jirou, uraraka ochako, hinata shoyo.

literally brainwash you that it’s your fault and they’re hurt.

calls you every night, when they probably drunk and tells you how much they miss you.

“ y/n, you were so horrible to me. you crushed my feelings, but i’ll forgive you anything ‘cause i love you.”

will dramatise everything like, getting off social medias, staying home all day, just to get your attention.

will send people to get you to come back, he makes you look bad in front of your friends. “they are nice to you! why would you do that, just get back with them.”

faking their depression to get you back, and literally go insane when it doesn’t work.

“look what you’ve done to me.”

100% cry in front of you to coax you.

“i did really bad things to myself because of you, only you can heal me.”

lies, lies, lies. all for your attention.

THE ‘YOU NEED ME’ EX

bakugo katsuki, yaoyorozu momo, sero hanta, kurapika, gojo satoru, neito monoma, aizawa shota, takami keigo, kuroo tetsuro.

always up to date on your new relationships, texts you that it won’t work.

"you call that moving on? they look like me, but they’ll never be me."

so confident you will come back.

most of the time, they are the reason why your relationships don’t work. threatening your partner? yes.

you cry in their arms when one of your relationship ends, they just hug you and whisper :

“i told you baby, nobody loves you but me okay?”

will remind you your flaws and red flags, just to end their sentence with “but i still love you, isn’t that amazing?”

don’t even act like you’re their ex.

literally corrupts you, makes your brain theirs.

makes you chase them.

THE ‘ME OR NOBODY’ EX

amajiki tamaki, midoriya izuku, chisaki kai, tsukishima kei, tendou satori, kamo choso, kasumi miwa, springer connie, kirstein jean, toga himiko.

also called crazy ex, the one that stalks you.

harass you with begging texts. you blocked them? they will get another phone.

“y/n you can’t do this to me.. please come back”

impulsive and jealous, they will beat up anyone they see you with or hack any thirsty person commenting on your insta post.

goes insane when you get a new partner.

literally screams at you in voicemails, thinks you’re theirs.

“you can’t cheat on me! y/n, i know you’re faking it just to make me mad, i’ll show you how mad i am.”

shows up at your place at random times, it’s either to cry at your feet or threaten you to come back.

literally couldn’t believe theirs ears when you broke up with them, went feral.

you’re their whole world, they are literally nothing without you, they will find a way to keep you whether you want it or not.

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[ridingtorohan]

Who is most likely to give their S/O petnames, and what?

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Connie, hands-down, makes the most use of it. He'll drop "babe" left, right and center. "Babe, pass me that bag," "aw, babe, you're so cute", "hey, what does Jean mean, babe?" He's over the top with it and says it within earshot of everyone. Rarely ever uses your name honestly.

Historia drops it accidentally and without much thought. She fluctuates a lot between what she uses but "sweetie" and "honey" often take the cake. "Can you grab that for me, sweetie?" "Honey, no!"

Mikasa rarely, rarely does in casual conversation. But she'll occasionally quip with "you're my love, of course I'm going to protect you". She's all about more ''abstract'' sentiments like "my world".

Jean, like Historia, also often goes with "sweetie". Though he alternates often with "babe" and other sentiments. He usually says it in private conversation but does often replace your name with "my boyfriend/girlfriend/partner" in conversation with other people. Also is prone to calling you "my pretty/handsome girl/boyfriend" or "baby girl/baby boy" to your face.

Zeke really doesn't do petnames. Though occasionally he drops it in conversation with other people. "(Name), my partner, ...."

Pieck is all about petnames! She alternates alot between what she uses. She'll use anything and everything, even ''toast''.

Porco also uses petnames somewhat. Unlike Connie's flamboyant use of "babe", he drops it more casually. Might call you "baby girl/baby boy" if you ask him or respond well to it.

Hange is also pretty 'up there' with the "babe" term. Though they fluctuate a bit with "light of my life", "sweetness", "gorgeous / handsome", especially if they want something or are up to something mischevious.

Ymir often goes with "sweetheart" and "princess". Usually it's done in a teasing manner to get a rise out of you but she can mean it sentimentally too.

Levi calls you "brat".

Erwin actually refers to you as "my girl/my boy"! He often says it when he's endeared, comforting you, or in private.

Sasha often chooses random nicknames! ...Like "hot potato" or "cinnamon roll". Though she does go for sentimental ones, especially when she's wanting something or feeling especially affectionate, like "sweetheart, baby", etc.

Armin probably accidentally dropped "sweetheart" once and then hastily corrected himself, redfaced. Keeps accidentally dropping it and gets so flustered over it, no matter how long you two have been together.

Reiner actually probably cycles through a bunch until you find one that you both like. Uses it fairly regularly and is downright flattered if you do the same.

Annie's is definitely more abstract and circumstantial. If you earned her ire before or did something "over the top" like always hugging her, she probably calls you "koala".

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[ambassadorarlert]

HEAT WAVES... (Armin Arlert x afab!reader)

0.6 AS ABOVE… (main menu | spotify) ↳ summary: armin does something special. // sasha starts getting curious. ↳ warnings: so much fluff it'll make you sick, minor mentions of violence, flower language. ↳ genre: comfort, comedy, fluff ↳ word count: 6k

“Woosh… woosh…”

All was quiet in the girls barracks. Crickets sung outside of the window, the pale light of the moon high in the shy offered relief from the darkness of the night. 

“Woosh… woosh…”

The layout in the barracks were rows and rows of bunk beds with a nightstand in between each one that housed a single oil lamp. To your right was Mikasa, who slept on her back as if she were sleeping in a coffin. Above her was Sasha. Her foot hung off the side of her bunk, beckoning to be grabbed or tickled. To your left was Christa, and Ymir, who snored loudly on the top bunk. 

The sound of whooshing had woken you up. You rubbed an eye, looking around for the source. Everyone around you seemed comfortable and cozy, out cold from a hard day of training. After another quiet ‘whoosh,’ you pinned that the sounds were coming from above you. You kept your eyes half shut to retain your sleepiness so you could easily go back to bed, and climbed the ladder on the side of your bunk. 

Annie laid on her back, one arm out from under her covers and rested above her head. She looked just as intimidating asleep as she was when she was awake. Annie had a bad habit of talking in her sleep. Sometimes, they were incoherent sentences but most of the time she made the silly “whooshing” sound effects. 

Annie had talked in her sleep since she started cadet training, and you figured she had done it her entire life. You always wondered what an aloof person like her dreamt about. You asked once, but she never gave an outright answer. It only added to her cool mysteriousness. 

You waited less than thirty seconds to catch her in the act and “whoosh” again under her breath. With a pillow in hand, you whacked her with it. Annie jolted upright, sputtering confused and dazed. 

“What was that for?” She hissed at you. 

“You’re talking in your sleep again.” You informed her. 

Annie looked around her. Her eyes were blown out wide, lips turned upside down into a different kind of frown from the one she wore during the day. She looked around, getting a grip back into her waking reality. 

“Are you okay?” You tested.

Perhaps she was having a nightmare, and smacking her with a pillow wasn’t a good method to wake her up. You immediately felt guilty. 

“Yeah. I’m fine. Sorry.” She mumbled.

Annie turned on her side, facing away from you now, and cuddled back under the thin sheet. You returned to your bunk, settling down on your back. You closed your eyes to get back to sleep. Not even five minutes had passed until you heard,

“Whoosh… Whooooooshhhhhhhh…”

-

The morning was warm and breezy. The sky above was just beginning to turn blue. Shades of yellow swirling behind the clouds. The sun had not come up yet but here you, Sasha, and Mikasa were, ready to train.

It was Mikasa’s idea. Now that everyone had returned home to Paradis, it was time to fall back into the usual routine. Mikasa used training to blow off the stream Eren left her seething in, instead of laying in bed and rotting. You and Sasha woke well before the crack of dawn to accompany and support her. 

Two months had gone by, and neither of you missed a single day. 

“Om…” Sasha hummed. She increased her volume slowly with each meditative mantra. 

Before physically training the body, Mikasa stressed the importance of training the mind. For forty-five minutes the three of you did peaceful meditation. Mikasa led since this was her routine. She’d find a comfortable spot and you all would fall into a higher state of consciousness. 

“Om…”

“Sasha, quit it.” Mikasa chuckled. 

You kept your eyes closed as you focused on finder inner peace. There was no way you could now. Sasha exclaimed out loud, pouncing on you and Mikasa’s shoulder. 

“Look, look, look! There he goes!” Sasha excitedly hushed. 

Just a few feet away, Niccolo walked to the mess hall. It was unclear if he knew you three were there and watching him or not. All you could make of him was the back of his curly blonde hair, white chef's coat, and the crate he was carrying. You put the pieces together and assumed he was beginning the breakfast shift in the kitchen. 

“For a Marleyan, isn’t he dreamy? I wonder what he’ll be making this morning!” Sasha sighed whimsically.

You weren’t completely sure if she was drooling over Niccolo himself, or the idea of his cooking. 

Sasha was completely head over heels for this guy, and you could understand why. Niccolo was relatively good looking, but the fact that food was Sasha’s love language and Niccolo was a chef boosted his score. She had fallen stomach first for the grumpy and apprehensive Marleyan that was hired to work in the kitchen temporarily, both of them forgetting that he was technically a prisoner. Niccolo couldn’t hide how he had begun to soften around Sasha. Whatever he cooked, Sasha ate it and was always given a sample before it was properly served.

No better match could have been made.

“For you.” Mikasa chortled. 

The wet morning dew from the grass dampened your clothes, especially on your butt. It had gotten to a point which you couldn’t tolerate anymore. Having enough of Sasha’s lustful shenanigans, you quickly stood up on your feet. 

“Can we get started now?” You asked. 

You extended your arms out, pulling Mikasa and Sasha to their feet as well. 

Sasha mostly kept up with her archery and shooting skills, since she was the kill shot of the squad. The sound of her emptying her magazine didn’t bother you as much anymore. You didn’t need to see how she had obliterated the target dummy with bullets and arrows. Wherever Sasha’s target was— between the eyes, center chest, or the groin for giggles, she hit it with impeccable accuracy. 

You liked to imagine Sasha as a little girl with a crossbow in her hand, proudly displaying the game she had hunted. She always kept you entertained with her childhood stories about growing up in the forest. You could recall how ecstatic she was when she had conquered that wild boar in the forest of Trost District. Sasha had brought it down with a single arrow to the skull. That was when you truly realized how amazing she was. 

You couldn’t break your eyes away from Mikasa for a moment to admire Sasha’s damage. One distraction would cost you your face. With boxing gloves on her hands and safety pads on yours, Mikasa boxed you with no remorse. You dug your feet in the dirt to keep your balance upon her impacts, focusing on her flying gloves to protect yourself. Mikasa’s eyes were cold and dissociated as she pounded your palms. You and her were together often enough, you had a stellar idea of her routines and habits. Still, you wondered what the hell she ate that made her so strong. Or, perhaps, she was simply born effortlessly talented. 

From your peripheral vision, you saw how Mikasa raised her foot for a kick. Without hesitation, you swatted her ankle away. Mikasa caught her own balance. She never fell, slipped, or tripped over anything.

She had barely broken a sweat. This moment of lapse made you realize just how far you both had moved from your original position. A good ten feet or so. Mikasa was slowly backing you into a corner, she always had the advantage. 

When training for the day had drawn to a close, Mikasa suggested that your living quarters would be the ideal spot to recuperate and relax. You agreed, saying you had nothing planned for the day.

As the three of you slowly approached your living apartments, an object in front of your door came clearer into view. You all stared at the wrapped bouquet of blue Campanulas perfectly placed in the corner of the doorframe. They were delicately protected in white parchment paper. 

“Someone left you flowers.” Mikasa announced, her tone comically flat as she pointed her finger at the conspicuous gift. 

“Who are they from?” Sasha incredulously gawked.

You carefully picked them up and inhaled the petals. They smelled divine, a hint of Earth still lingered which meant they had been freshly selected and dropped off not too long ago. The gag was that you already knew who had left them. It was a typical token of affection and appreciation that Armin would present you with a flower, or a small bundle he had chosen for you. He also liked to place a few of them in your hair. Then, later, you pressed them into your personal journal for safe keeping.

Buried deep within the stems was a small note card. You plucked it and read the face silently to yourself. 

10am. Same place, was all it said, written in Armin’s tiny penmanship. 

During those two months since you had returned from Marley and adjusted back to regular life, you still hadn’t told a soul about you and Armin. Since Mikasa was healing from a broken heart, it felt insensitive for two of her best friends to be open about being in a relationship with each other. You and Armin didn’t exclusively agree to continue your low key relationship on those terms, it just seemed clear that now was not the right time to broadcast it.

The honeymoon phase of your relationship was still buzzing. Since you and Armin couldn’t be out and about in the way you liked, the routine you had become accustomed to on Marley had bled into your lives on Paradis; sneaking through the halls at odd hours of the night and averting a wider audience of wandering eyes, letting your eyes linger on each other longer than normal, holding hands and playing footsie under the table.

Being in a secret relationship had its perks and downsides. It was fun to lurk in the shadows, feeling as if you were doing something you shouldn’t. You never had a rebellious phase. Slipping out with Armin and creeping back in the small hours of the morning, hushed quickies in empty closets, keeping your own secrets and knowing things about each other no one else knew was far too exhilarating. 

The only negative perspective was that you couldn’t shout from the rooftops on how madly in love you were with Armin already, previous years of undercover pining like a juvenile included. Armin had made you feel so special with his words of affirmation, tender acts of service, and romantic quality time. He was supernaturally kind, always considerate of your feelings and carefully choosing his words. He had literally given you the clothes off his back, letting you wear his heavy Survey Corps coat if you weren’t adorned in yours and the night was chilly as you roamed the streets together after dark. He picked up easily on your likes and dislikes, what your favorite anything was, and how you expressed displeasurement by the way you turned your nose up at certain things.

You had been awake for so long, it started feeling later in the day than it actually was. Sasha had a watch, you grabbed her wrist to read the time which read nine forty-five.

“Oh, shoot! I completely forgot I had something to do this morning after training!” You falsely gasped at the time.

Sasha blinked. Her first thought was how it was unlike you to forget anything, especially if it was something important. Mikasa spoke, but Sasha didn’t hear. Your suspicious body language was too overwhelming not to pay attention to. Sasha saw the note you slipped into your pocket, and the way you cradled the bouquet closer to you as you fumbled with your key. It seemed like putting a key in a lock was an exceedingly difficult task given how you began to tremble like a leaf in the wind. She watched you cautiously.

“Aw, that’s a shame. I was hoping you’d touch up my eyebrows.” Mikasa pouted. She traced a finger over them as she thought about it.

You quickly unlocked your door and briefly stepped inside. Mikasa and Sasha didn’t follow, as you’d be leaving anyway. Sasha stuck her head through the door, she watched as you chucked a smaller and more decayed bunch of flowers into the trash and added the fresh flowers to the same vase.

Y/N get flowers regularly… Interesting, Sasha thought to herself. 

“I’ll do them later, I promise.” You said, closing and locking up your apartment.

“You said that last week!” Mikasa protested.

You looked in between both Mikasa and Sasha. Mikasa’s unkempt brows were bent together in the middle in a dissatisfied frown. You had been putting off helping Mikasa with some of her beauty regime because any other amount of free time you had was spent mostly with Armin. You glanced at Sasha, eyebrows turned in the opposite way. She had hers quirked up, her eyes shamelessly looking you up and down. They both stared at you intensely, and you knew if you lingered a second longer they’d start asking questions.

“I’ll see you guys later!” You caved, not being able to handle the silent pressure. On that note, you scurried off down the hall, not looking back as you exited quickly. Sasha and Mikasa stood for a brief second in silence. They exchanged odd glances, knowing they were both thinking the same thing. What’s with them?

“I can do your eyebrows for you!” Sasha offered.

“After what happened last time, there’s no way I’m letting you that close to my face ever again.” Mikasa spat out.

-

The sounds of horses snorting amongst themselves along with the smell of hay lingered in the air. Each stall was occupied with either a single horse or a mother and her foal. Whenever you went to the stables on unofficial scouting business, you tried your best to never arrive empty handed, whether it be a crunchy carrot or a nice head pat and a scratch. You offered the new colt your friendship, petting along its little face, and paid brief attention to some of your friends' horses as well.

You briefly scanned the stables for a sign that Armin might be here, but all was silent and vacant. To pass the time you thought you would visit your own horse. 

You walked further down the isle of horses, each one snorting and making noises to themselves as they stood around in tranquility. Walking by one particular stall, you heard an all too familiar sound.

“Psst.” 

Doubling back your steps, you saw that it was Armin tending to his own horse.

“There you are!” You exclaimed.

You briefly eyed Armin up and down. He was in rather casual clothes, accepted with a pair of his tougher boots he wore for working in. His horse also had a saddle strapped to her back, ready for an adventure.

“What’s with the get up?” You wanted to know.

“I was going to the forest this morning. I w-wanted to know if you would like to come along with me?” The words spilled from Armin’s lips like an accident that was waiting to happen. His sky-blue eyes were drawn open wide, wholeheartedly hoping you would agree to his invitation. He rubbed his palms together, a sheepish mannerism you realized he had.

The smile that slowly began to spread on your lips lifted the heavy weight in Armin’s chest. He logically knew that he had no reason to be nervous about rejection, as you had never denied him before. You had alway been open to his ideas he shared, always met up on time when you arranged meet-ups, and you never pushed him away whenever Armin started poking and prodding at buttons that he knew would make you turn to liquid in his hands. Even so, the potential chance of being turned down lingered involuntarily.

“Okay!” You didn’t even miss a beat. 

Armin released a breath he didn’t realize he was holding. He grinned ear to ear, ready to immediately set out. You didn’t notice the rucksack in the corner until Armin grabbed it. He wasted no time gathering his bag and strapping it to the side of the saddle. Armin held out his hand, obviously waiting for you to take it. His hands were usually soft and just a little sweaty, but you didn’t mind it that much. Armin assisted you in helping you jump up on his horse’s back, hoisting you up by your foot. You could mount a horse on your own, but you allowed him to be a gentleman. - The Scout Regiment’s headquarters was stationed in Trost, and had been for a few years. The pastures from Wall Rose and outward had been completely wiped of titans, thanks to Hange and Eren’s ingenious guillotine, thus making expeditions outside of the walls a breeze. With Armin taking the reins and you sitting behind him, you both trotted off of Scout property and into the streets.  

It surely didn’t take long to reach the gate of Wall Rose, the only thing keeping civilization and the nearest stretch of wilderness apart. You never would have imagined that you would be able to travel back and forth, and still remain alive. This would be your first time going beyond the walls, not necessarily alone, but without a parade of scouts. You took a moment to look up at the wall and at the people around you.

You already knew that the walls were made from titans, but your brain just couldn’t imagine how they’d all fit together inside. The haunting face of a titan peering through the brick, or what you used to believe was brick, never left your imagination. A flock of birds flew overhead, making shadows while they flew in front of the sun. 

“State your name, regiment, and business going outside of Wall Rose.” The Garrison guard demanded. He held out his hand promptly to inspect Armin’s exit permit to be outside of the wall on his own.

“Cal, you already know me.” Armin sighed, obviously annoyed. He reached into his back pocket to present his permit.

“No exceptions, Arlert!” Cal spat back.

You relaxed your posture and waited. You looked out at the people around you. Since there were no titans outside of the wall, the Garrison didn’t have much to look out for. Not that their jobs were back breaking anyway. A few guys in their short tan leather jackets sat around a wooden crate, playing cards and passing around a flask. They were all painstakingly bored, because the guard currently monitoring the lack of traffic through the gate was giving Armin a particularly rough time.

“This looks fake.” Cal huffed, holding the permit high in the sunlight to spot any forgeries.

“Well, it’s not.” Armin responded dryly.

You locked eyes with a woman. She was blonde, her hair had a dustier hue to it, compared to Armin’s yellow undertone. She sported the knee length green coat with a unicorn in the center of the crest, indicating she was of the Military Police. Being an MP was your first goal once you joined the cadet corps, but as time went on and with the more friends you made, and the more you changed your ideals, you decided to stick it out with the scouts. A decision you were glad that you chose, even through all the disaster and tragedy the scouts had to endure and will experience more of.

Everyone knows two things about the Military Police; they’re lousy at their jobs, and the women were gorgeous. The woman you were having an unintentional staring contest with was no exception.

You politely smiled at her, a favor which was not returned back to you. Her lips were thinned in an expression of judgment and you were close enough together to see some emotions in her eyes. She scanned you up and down as if she knew already knew what your greatest sin was. Your smile fell from your lips, no longer seeing a point in trying to be nice. She turned away with a roll in her eye, and carried on with the squiffy men seated around her. You watched her out of the side of your eye as she twiddled a piece of her short hair and flirtatiously laughed above everyone else.

The screeching chains of the gate being lifted caught your attention. Since they weren’t in a formal formation, As the outer gate to Wall Rose was lifted to let you pass, you could see the green fields as far as the eye could see.  A new and fresh gust of wind blew right through you. You got your arms around Armin’s abdomen and held on, knowing Armin would tear off for the open field. Armin snapped the reins, and broke speed in record time.

You held Armin tightly as Armin’s horse  booked it by his command. The sky had never been so blue and the grass had never been greener. You could actually admire the land you lived on now that blood didn’t stain the ground, and steam from destroyed titans didn’t fog up the sky. You thought back to the very first time you had gone outside of Wall Maria, bound for what seemed at the time to be the edge of the Earth. Life really was beautiful when it wasn’t polluted with death and destruction.

The nearest set of trees wasn’t far, only a half an hour ride. Armin rode up to a heavy patch of the deepest pine and juniper green trees that stood well over eighty meters tall. Their leaves rustled in the wind, a few falling high from the branches above. Armin hopped down from the saddle, tying his horse off on the trunk of the tree. His blond hair glistened in the sun. Armin’s hair had three different dimensions of color, a few pieces around his face and temples had a different texture compared to the rest of his head. Sweat had curled the hair framing around his face, his cheeks and the tip of his nose flushed darker than usual.

“So,” You breathed once your feet hit the ground. “We’re here. Now what?” You asked.

All around you, there was nothing. No villages or homes, not even empty or abandoned ones. The land was flat and appeared to continue forever if you didn’t know that the ocean was on the other side of the distant horizontal line. The wind was silent and warm. 

Armin took a few steps closer, the grass squishing under his boot. His eyes trickled over your face, talking in all of your beautiful details in the organic sunlight. Armin kept eye contact with you while he sneakily grabbed your hand and held it politely in his. Even through his fingertips, Armin radiated kindness. He gently pulled you towards the man-made gap in between the trees. There was a trail that led through the shadows.

“Come on, I want to show you something.” His voice was low and enticing. There was a bass in his quiet tone that made your ear drums tickle.

You glanced over his shoulder to look through the massive tree trunks. There were glimmers of light that came through the branches. Looking deeper in, you could see that it was dark and shady. Ominous and suspicious. A shiver went through your spine and a reflex to wonder if there were titans lurking about.

“Are you sure there are no titans out here?” You asked.

You moved your feet apprehensively as Armin continued to tug you closer. You felt silly for asking considering you were on the expedition to double check that all titans beyond Wall Rose had actually been eliminated.

“I swear.” Armin promised. 

With his word of honor, you grasped Armin’s hand tighter and brought yourself to his side. Your fingers locked in with his while you walked into the forest.

Comfortable silence blew through every now and then, but Armin mostly talked while you listened. This seemed to be your usual dynamic. He asked how your morning training went, if you were tired and if you needed a break from walking. Armin filled you in on his morning. He finally finished that book he had been reading for most of the month and how he didn’t like the ending, the ideas he proposed to Hange and how he was looking forward to seeing some of them come to fruition. The railroad was almost complete, and was about to kickstart a new project. Armin thought it would be beneficial for the population inside the walls to construct a major institution where the sick and injured could be treated. If there was one place the severely ill and wounded could heal, there would be more free space for minor illnesses and grievances in local doctors offices. That way, health care could be provided easily and evenly. You thought it was a fantastic idea.

The forest wasn’t as threatening as it seemed. The sun came through the canopy of the trees beautifully, creating an ethereal environment. You spotted a bush of Campanulas along the matted dirt trail. One section was missing several flowers. You put two and two together. Armin had been here earlier, but why? With the rucksack hanging on one shoulder, items inside of it clinking together, you knew he had to be up to something.

Jumping over fallen branches and bending under low branches, Armin began to lead you uphill. The mourning doves were still hooting softly in the distance. Armin stopped abruptly. He popped up directly in front of you. He already had a solid grip on one of your hands. With his free one, he slid it down your arm to the one he didn’t have. His touch sent a cold chill through you, despite it being quite warm outside. He held them both as he spoke.

“Close your eyes, okay?” Armin couldn’t resist giving your knuckles a quick and chaste kiss.

You were right. There was a trick up his sleeve, an ace in his deck you weren’t expecting. There was a flux in his tone of which he spoke, drawing you to say anything except no. His eyes sparkled with mischief and surprise while he held you so close to him. 

You did as he said with no questions asked.

Behind the darkness of your eyelids, you could hear Armin doing things and moving around. He unzipped the rucksack. Whatever items he had in there clanked around as he moved about. Armin muttered quietly to himself.

“Are your eyes still closed?” Armin asked, though he could see that they were squeezed tightly. 

“Yes.”

“Don’t open them yet!” He instructed.

“‘Kay.”

You stood awkwardly, eyes still closed and not yet completely sure of your surroundings. Your ears were finely tuned into the noises around you. Birds flittered and chirped closely, leaves rustling up above your head along with the faint breath of breeze. You drummed patiently on your thighs as you waited, growing more anxious by the second as to what Armin could possibly be up to.

“Okay, open.” His voice this time was lower than a whisper and appeared right in the shell of your ear. Your heart pounded at his lips suddenly being so close.

You did just as he said, opening your eyes and letting them adjust to the greenery around you. Both of you were standing in the middle of a clearing. The sun was at its highest morning peak, not a single cloud in the sky. It shone a spotlight down on the clearing Armin was leading you up to the entire time. On the ground was a blanket with food spread buffet style. White flower bushes encased the area like a natural fence.

“I-I figured that since you don’t have anything planned this afternoon, and I don’t have anything to do either, we could just hide out here…?”Armin explained, an open and hopeful suggestion left in the end. He rubbed his hands together nervously as he spoke.

It wasn’t really surprising that Armin had gone out of his way to do something this nice, as he tried to do things for you while keeping a low profile. The bouquet of flowers weren’t out of character, and neither were the little notes. Armin left little pieces of himself in places only you could see; the inside of your Survey Corps coat, in books.

This set up, however, was the grandest thing he’d ever done.

Armin pulled on the joints of his fingers to soothe the storm in his stomach. He scanned your body language. Your face lit up, a wide and surprised smile spreading across your soft lips. The knot in his tummy quickly untwisted itself.

“Aw!” You gaped at how everything was intentionally set up and laid out before you.

“You like it?” Armin questioned, as if the sentimental gloss in your eyes made it difficult to actually tell.

“Yes!”

You immediately got comfortable on the splayed blanket. It was unexpectedly soft. You laid on your back and threw your hands behind your head, looking up at the sky through the deep green branches. Armin joined your side without wasting a single second. You took a closer look at all of the food and smaller things he brought. It wasn’t much, but there was bread and jam, bits of different cheeses, apples and grapes. There was also a deck of playing cards and two books. They were simple things to come by.

Your chest felt as if it could just explode from the way Armin made you feel. Before you had gotten into a relationship, you never would have guessed that Armin was as romantic as he had been. Often a man of a few words unless prompted into conversation. Logical, analytical, and practical didn’t seem to go hand in hand with romance and affection. It was a side of Armin that only you got to see, a side that you knew that was only reserved for you. Which made you feel all the more special.

“This is really, really nice. You’re so sweet to me.” You gave him praise and recognition. Armin jokingly rolled his eyes, shrugged his shoulders and scoffed with faux imperturbability.

“Well, you know…” His face turned a deep pink.

After all the hard work and organization he put in to set this up, you decided at least a kiss was in order. You extended your neck slightly to meet his lips in the middle in the midst of his humble denial. Only then did Armin fall silent. He caught up to the pace of how you moved your lips in between his. His body melted on top of yours, now lying comfortably on top of you. He helped himself to hover you, his waist making home right in between your legs and hands holding him up on both sides of your head. You threw your arms around his neck, Armin instinctively lowered himself. The tips of your noses brushed against each other, and abdomens flush.

In between little make outs, you fed yourselves and each other, played a few rounds of Go Fish, and finally nestled down and started reading once all of the food had been eaten. You cracked open the newest book Armin had got just for this occasion. With a book in one hand, Armin rested his head in your lap and you played with his hair as you read out loud. You used your nails to scratch at his scalp, and twirled pieces of fine angel hair around your finger. Armin’s eyes fluttered shut, resting them as he listened to you read. He could listen to your voice forever.

Apart from the sounds of you reading and the feeling of you gently twirling his hair, everything around Armin seemed to fall away. Armin could only seem to find peace of mind whenever you were in his presence. Just the sight of you soothed the redundant and dull ache in his chest he had acquired from the trauma of the last few months. Armin still missed Eren more than anything, he thought of him every single day. He wondered if Eren was alright, if he had somewhere to sleep or something to eat. Whether or not Eren had grown comfortable in the new life he abandoned his old one for, or if he was even alive at this point. Instead of bottling up all his emotions inside, keeping his thoughts to himself so as to not upset Mikasa and others, you encouraged him to speak his mind. Little by little, each day got easier. Even still, apart from you and Mikasa, Armin couldn’t confide in anyone else on the same level as he did with Eren.

No one could take Eren’s place in Armin’s heart. However, the space Armin had for Eren and you separately started to slowly merge. Your touch comforted him like soup on a sick day. Armin never knew how much physical touch meant to him until Armin got to hold you almost whenever he wanted to. Your hands fit perfectly together, your bodies evenly meshed when you were pressed against one another. Hearing you laugh drowned out the buzzing in his brain. He slept deeper and longer with you snuggled up next to him. Those thoughts that had their own tiny voices couldn’t be heard over Armin hearing you moan his name in your ear while you both fucked each other.

Armin took advantage of the pause you took to flip the pages to speak after he had been quietly paying attention to your story telling.

“Can I ask you a question?” He blurted out.

You gave up trying to turn to the next page and closed the book completely, giving Armin your full attention.

“Yes,” You spoke, not even thinking twice about it.

Armin sat straight up. You leaned back on the blanket, supporting your weight with your hands. Armin’s throat bobbed as he swallowed. There was something on his mind that he just could not hide. Armin was a quiet man, and you studied his body language carefully. A slightly turned head with eye contact was reserved for when Armin was curious, inquisitive. When Armin turned his head without eye contact, something was on his mind. He took a reasonable pause.

“If you could have anything you wanted, what would it be?” Armin implored.  

You reached out again for his hair. It was so soft, as if you were touching nothing. His hair wasn’t as neat as it normally was since you had been playing in it. The wind blew his bangs back. You remembered when his brass-blonde hair was just shy of touching his shoulders. Armin hardly ever did anything with his hair, as a guy usually would. It always hung in his face, shielding him from being perceived. All you wanted to do was let the strands fall through your fingers.

Now, Armin’s hair was shorter in the back and layering longer at the top. It wasn’t quite a bowl cut, but it worked for the shape of his face. When Armin first got his hair cut, you were glad to see the guy behind it, but sometimes you did miss the length. You never got to play in it while it was long.

Your first thought to his question was to be able to turn back time. You would take it back three months ago in Marley, where Eren stood in front of you shaking with an unknown anger you had never seen before. You would change how you didn’t try hard enough to get him to articulate his thoughts. You would make yourself follow him outside so he wouldn’t be alone. Then perhaps he would only be minutes late to meet back with the squad instead of never showing up at all. Armin would be happy and still be conjoined to Eren’s side. Mikasa wouldn’t have cried for weeks and weeks, her smile would be brighter and her eyes wouldn’t be so cold. Captain Levi would still have someone to sarcastically abuse, Hange would have at least one person willing to stay up until three in the morning with them, Jean and Eren would fight as usual. Connie and Eren would still teasingly taunt and terrorize you at every chance they got. Everything would be in balance, as it had been before, and as it should be.

“I don’t know.”

You shrugged innocently as you took a section of Armin’s hair and split it into three pieces. It would be best not to say. You didn’t want to ruin a perfectly good and wholesome moment. 

On the other hand, there wasn’t anything else you immediately wanted or needed. You were so grateful for all the times you scraped by death without even a broken bone. There wasn’t much one could ask for once you’ve been given life so many times. You weren’t starving, you had a roof over your head, and money in your purse. You had friends, and Armin, who gave you heart palpitations every time he blinked those long eyelashes. What else could you want?

“What about you?” You asked Armin in return. 

You reached around you towards the flower bushes and plucked one straight from the stem. Within the white petals and yellow center was a sultry and sweet aroma. The scent tagged itself in your memory. You chose a few more flowers and placed them along the crown of Armin’s head. 

Armin had already gone beyond the walls and had already seen the ocean, his ultimate life goal. He had an influential hand in transforming the island of Paradise, installing the railroad that was almost completed, and several other new ideas. Those ideas were just that so far. Armin wanted to think of an objective that was outside of work, something personal.

“I’d like to revisit my old house at some point, and see what it looks like.” Armin admitted.

“That can easily be done.” You said while your fingers kept working. Armin chuckled. 

“Yeah. But, I can imagine some renovations would be in order for it to be livable.” Armin added. 

You hummed. The scouts didn’t have the greatest salary, and saving money for a home would take quite a while. Even in a less fortunate outlier district such as Shiganshina. Why would the government waste money on paying soldiers in a regiment who were destined to die anyway? 

You started your project on Armin’s hair over, since the flowers wouldn’t stay put in its fine texture. You recreated a braid going across the crown of Armin’s head, and then stuck the flowers in where they fit best. You worked on him as Armin spoke about his home in Shiganshina. 

He and Eren lived in the same neighborhood, just a few blocks from each other. Armin remembered sitting at the kitchen table with his grandfather, who taught him to read, showing him pictures in the infamous book Armin brought up a few times. At the same table, his father would fix up the scrapes on his hands and knees from falling, either because he was clumsy and mistook his step or because he was shoved to the ground. And, Armin definitely remembered sitting in his mother’s lap while she showed him all of the blueprints for the hot-air balloon and the plans she had made. 

Armin thought about his bedroom, and how juvenile it would be for him now. How the dishes would still be piled in the sink, books on the shelves were still organized in chronological order, shoes still by the front door and clothes for a little boy hanging in the closet and folded in the dresser. Everything would have layers and layers of dust, but would still be perfectly in place. 

“And after reconstructing whatever needs to be done, we could get off-campus permits and live there.” Armin said. 

Your heart almost stopped completely at hearing him say ‘we.’ As in you and him together.

“That sounds lovely.” Your breath tickled the back of Armin’s neck. He rolled his eyes back at the sensation, toes curled in his boots and stomach turning.

From that comment on, Armin continued. He shared how he wanted a flower box in every window, even on ones facing away from the street where no one could see. He wanted bookshelves built into the walls so it appeared more flush and cohesive, an oven to make bread at home instead of struggling to buy a loaf every week. All the renovations would be expensive, most definitely, but if he saved just enough and learned how to do a few things himself, the possibilities would be endless.

You lost your concentration for one moment, and a flower tumbled from Armin’s head to his lap. He picked it up and lifted a finger to ever so gently touch the delicate petals. All that Armin described sounded like a dream. But, there was one tiny minuscule flaw. 

“Wouldn’t people notice that we live together? What would we do then?” You asked, half teasing. 

So far you and Armin were so good at hiding your relationship, no one had suspected anything. It was easy to slip undetected while everyone’s attention was averted to coping without Eren and adjusting back to regular life. If word got out that you and Armin were living together off Survey Corp grounds, there would definitely be assumptions and questions. 

Armin shrugged. He shoved his nose into the flower that had fallen into his lap. Armin got a whiff of a spicy scent with earthy undertones. He twirled it in between his fingers. 

“It’ll take a while to save for even a down payment, then having the off-campus permit go through. W-We’ll just figure it out when we get to that point, I suppose.” Armin talked low, despite you two being the only ones out in the forest. 

Armin’s flower crown was completed. He moved his head around carefully so as to not ruin your masterpiece. The flowers sat on the top of his head as if you had crowned him a prince of the trees. Armin did a half turn to at face you. The sun coming through the greenery above granted Armin a glowing shadow around his shoulders. He looked like an angel. 

“What kind of flowers are these?” You wanted to know. 

You quickly changed the subject. Thinking further ahead about living with Armin was making your head spin. You wouldn’t be totally opposed to it, but you never had lived with a boyfriend before. The possibility of settling down somewhere seemed so far away, so unlikely given the chance you’d die the very next day. A new window of potential cracked open ever so slightly. 

Armin took a final glance at the flower in his hand, and then gently placed it in your hair just above your ear. You flushed quickly at the feeling of Armin’s fingers dusting through your hair. 

“I believe these are gardenias.” Armin replied matter of factly. He responded with little hesitation.

“We could plant some of these in the windows!” You mentioned excitedly.

“Okay, sure. Whatever you’d like.” Armin smiled, and chuckled. 

His cheeks burned hot, he could feel himself turning an embarrassing shade of red. He smiled gently and genuinely at you. The corners of his eyes turned upwards happily. Only you were capable of making him grin this way these days. The pulling feeling in his chest was a sensation reserved for you and you only. The tunneling vision whenever you were in his line of sight became clearer and sharper with focus. Armin’s body was already admitting to itself that he had fallen for you harder than he had ever thought imaginable. 

-

When the sun shifted and time set to late afternoon, it would be time for dinner by the time you and Armin returned back. The thirty minute trek lasted another thirty minutes because Armin’s horse walked the rest of the way to Scout headquarters. Armin could have made her pick up the pace a little bit, but he wanted to spend his time with you as much as he could. Armin didn’t talk much. He stayed quiet and enjoyed the slow trot with you holding onto him again. You didn’t have to hold onto him so tightly, but Armin liked it nonetheless. You both parted at the stables, but not without quickly and deeply pressing your lips together in a long kiss. Neither of you were sure if you’d be able to see each other later, or if this was your secluded parting for the night. You went ahead of Armin to the mess hall. The snacks Armin had brought were eaten hours ago, and you absolutely needed more sustenance. The mess hall was busy, as expected. You got your plate and sat yourself at the usual table. Connie and Sasha had already claimed their spots, sitting right next to each other and shooting the breeze. You plopped in front of them, greeting them breathlessly before helping yourself to your meal. The food today was just alright, but beggars can’t be choosers. You completely missed the way Sasha and Connie exchanged short looks at each other.

They leaned in closer, keeping their eyes on you until you noticed them staring directly at you. Connie naturally had wide eyes, big and a yellowish-hazel, lighter than Sasha’s. If you didn’t know them both, you would have assumed they were fraternal twins. They spent so much time together they started looking like one another. You blinked at the both of them, staring you down like you had grown a second head. “What?” You asked. You took your napkin and wiped the corners of your mouth, in case there was something on your face.

“Who’s the guy?” Sasha simply asked as if it were the easiest question in the world. You scoffed.

“What?” You choked. “Who is the guy?” Sasha pressed again.

“There is no guy!” You automatically denied.

You did the best you could to keep your composure, but your body couldn't stop the increase of anxiety. You might as well be under a single spotlight lamp, playing carrot and stick. Sasha leaned in closer, the smirk on her face grew bigger and bigger as you kept insisting there was no person of interest. There was no getting out of this conversation, Sasha could smell fear. Her honey-hazel eyes met to yours, you subconsciously avoided eye contact. If she looked too deep into your eyes, they might tell her the answer she seeks.

“Oh, there’s a guy.” Connie input with a knowing smirk on his face. “‘Cause I’m a guy, and I know when there’s another guy.” He explained as if he was making sense.

You squinted, not understanding Connie’s logic. You and Sasha cut your eyes at each other.

“Old flame, or is it someone new?” Sasha continued. She wiggled her eyebrows and shimmied her shoulders.

Just because you have had an incredibly dedicated crush on Armin since you were cadets, did not stall the pursuit of other potential partners and lovers. For years and years, you had become comfortable admiring Armin from a distance. You never actually thought you two would potentially end up together. Had you known that, you obviously would have waited for him. Then, you never knew when your last moment would be, so you lived your life as fully as you could for a soldier — per Sasha, who encouraged you to have normal relationships.

You took a pause to actually think about what you might want to say next. You didn’t honestly believe you could hide much without at least Mikasa and Sasha catching on. They were both very intuitive, and Sasha was more of a gossip than Mikasa was. Confessing now, in front of Connie and without Armin present, thus leaving Mikasa the last to know, seemed inappropriate. 

Like Armin said, you’d both figure out what to say when you got to that point. Whenever that day comes, you’d like Armin to be with you. Connie wasn’t paying attention anymore. His focus was directed towards his bowl of stew. He shoveled food into his mouth as if someone would come by and snatch it from him. Sasha’s face twitched with excitement. She leaned in closer and spoke just a smidge quieter, a tone that was befitting the noisy environment.

“Who is it?” Was her next question, naturally. 

You sighed. You took a look around the mess hall, wondering where anyone else was so the current conversation could come to a close. You shook your head.

“I can’t say.” That was all you were willing to admit for the time being.

“Whyy-uhh!?” She whined as she stomped her feet under the table.

“We want to be…private.” You put it lightly so as to not hurt Sasha’s feelings by saying it was a secret.

You wanted to tell Sasha so badly. She was always your number one supporter about crushing on Armin. If your circumstances and environment had been different at the scene of defining your relationship, she’d be the first person you’d tell. 

Sasha slouched back in her seat, arms folded with a smug smirk across her lips. Her eyes glanced you up and down about twice before she nodded and threw her hands up.

“Fine. Don’t tell me. I’ll figure it out myself.” Sasha declared.

You hadn’t looked away from Sasha’s suspicious yet omniscient stare down. Not knowing who the mysterious guy is would drive her insane for sure. Perhaps it would be fun to see all of her guesses, and to watch her face fall every time she got it wrong. The chance of Sasha naming Armin right off the bat was slim. 

Right in the nick of time, Jean had helped himself to sitting on your left.

You didn’t see Armin, but you felt him. You smelled him. The aroma of gardenia still lingered on his skin, on his clothes, in his hair. Armin gently sat down across from you, next to Connie. Jean had occupied the only space next to you. Armin greeted you with a soft ‘hey.’

“What are you trying to figure out?” Jean wanted to know. He got a spoonful of his stew and blew on his spoon lightly.

“Sasha’s gonna figure out who Y/N’s secret boyfriend is.” Connie summarized the conversation.

You opened your mouth to speak but nothing could come out of it. Like a sixth sense, your eyes honed in on Armin across from you. Armin kept his hands folded in his lap, ears open and listening to the conversation as he pretended to be busy with a string on the hem of his shirt. 

“Like I said, it’s private.” You repeat yourself again so Jean could retain that bit of information.

Under the table, Armin nudged your foot with his. You made eye contact for half a second. You met each other with stealthy and knowing twinkle in your eyes. You knocked your foot against his in return, rubbing the side of your shoe with his boot.

Armin’s face muscles ached to pull to smile, but he held it all inside with an awkward swallow. His heart skipped a few beats when you raised your foot to graze higher on his calf, teasing him under the table. 

“That’s your business. I don’t care.” Was all Jean had to say. He began to eat his dinner and remained silent.

“I care! I care so much!” Sasha exclaimed.

Sasha had worked herself up so, she went to flail her hands up to her chest in dramatics. She knocked into Connie’s wrist, and his spoon flew from his fingers. The muted clang of metal rang from Connie’s position. 

“See, look what you made me do! You made me drop my fuckin’ spoon!” He complained.

Armin refrained from giggling at the irony. If it hadn’t been for Jean and that humongous gulp of alcohol he made Armin chug, you and him would not be a private item. Another thought crossed Armin’s mind. He knew you both couldn’t stay in the comfort of your secluded relationship forever, and eventually the truth would come to light. If Sasha was asking questions, how much longer could you two get away with it?

Armin watched you and Sasha go back and forth. Sasha spat out a few names of Scouts you might know and who might be interested in you. You shook your head at every name Sasha gave, promising her that she wouldn’t guess it so easily. Once she ran out of names to give, she gave up and insisted she’d try again later. 

“You got me now, but I will figure this out!” Sasha swore as if her life depended on it. 

You could spare her sanity and give her a hint, tell her to shorten and reel in her fishing net, or offer a clue about his identity. Sasha was so hellbent on solving the mystery, it seemed to be more entertaining to let her do it on her own than to offer help. You failed to hide how much you were resisting to smile. You nodded, while still brushing yourself against Armin’s foot only inches from Sasha’s own casual flat sandals. 

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[arminsumi]

I love your blog sm<3

convincing armin to stay in bed by teasing him with kisses and risky touches before he finally flips you over

And i love u! 💕🥺ty darlin hope u enjoy

"Don't tease me."

Oneshot | MDNI | Armin | ♪

⚠️Cws; fluffy but mostly spicy SMUT, not proofread yet bc proofreading my own smut is embarrassing lmao

Notes; AFAB!gn!reader, college au

⚠️💦Smut cws; pn 'baby', teasing, lowkey thigh riding, lowkey daddy kink, 🐶position, unprotected sex, cumshot, multiple orgasms, a singular and very gentle spank your honor

"Just a little nap, c'mon!" You plead with him. He gives in really quickly when he sees you sitting pretty on his bed like that. "Okay, okay, but only for thirty minutes. Then I've got to study." Armin said firmly.

His self-restraint is insane. He really does mean 'only thirty minutes'; after the time's up, he sits up and is just about to get off the bed when you grab his arm and whine to him. "That was so short! C'mon, just a little longer?"

"Mm-mm." he hums negatively. You give him those pleading eyes, and then he gives in again. "Okay, okay. Five more minutes. Ah, don't you give me those eyes, baby." he sighs with his whole chest.

You look too sweet for him to refuse. He agrees to thirty more minutes.

He indulges in your needy kisses, keeping his eyes closed serenely. His lips are unbelievably soft, and they always get hot and wet when you kiss him so needily, he loves it.

Armin can tell how frustrated you are by how tightly you press your body against his. You draw patterns on his shirt, feeling over the dips and curves of his abdomen.

Armin doesn't tolerate teasing, so the second he feels your fingertips sneak underneath the hem of his shirt, he calls you out immediately.

"Hey, don't tease." He warns playfully.

You stop your movements, pouting into his neck. He hears you mutter a small 'sorry, daddy' against his skin. It drives him wild but he doesn't show it.

After a few minutes of innocent snuggling, you wrap your leg over his leg, and press tight against him. You think you can get away with rocking your hips against his thigh by playing it off as readjusting your position.

Nothing slips past Armin, though. He catches onto your plans immediately.

"Nuh-uh, what did I just tell you? Behave, baby." He furrows his brows at you. Damn, boy is hot even when he's serious.

"I'm not doing anything..." You murmur, fiddling with the hem of his shirt, lifting it up slightly to expose his hips, and that subtle happy trail that lead past the waistband of his sweatpants.

The light touches are giving him wild fantasies, but he resists them. He's got to study, he keeps telling himself that. And 'quickie' doesn't exist in his vocabulary.

"You keep teasing me like that and let's see where it gets you." He warns.

All his other warnings have a playful tone, but this one doesn't; it's like the final warning, telling you that he's gonna reach breaking point. His cock is already straining against his sweatpants, but he positions his legs to try and hide it from you.

Of course, you don't stop teasing him, and let your hands glide under his waistband. You can hear his breath hitch, and a sharp swallow.

He calls your name as a final final warning.

When you feel over his stiff cock, he lets out a sigh and gives in. There's no way he can restrain himself when you do that.

"You're so fucking needy, baby. If you wanna touch it so badly, go ahead; make me feel good and I'll make you feel good." He says in a low voice to you.

He frees his cock and guides your hand, letting you wrap your fist around it. He's dripping so much precum that you giggle about it.

You tease him even worse and give him agonizingly slow strokes.

"Faster." He demands. He even pleads at some point. But you're playing stubborn, so he decides to take matters into his own hands.

He pulls your hand off and in a moment flips you over onto your tummy as if you weigh nothing. You forget how strong he is until times like these.

"You know I hate teasing." He growls into your ear, pressing his hips flush against your ass. You can feel him throb. "I'm sorry." You respond cheekily. He rolls his eyes and plants a gentle smack to your ass, then wrings your pants and panties off.

It doesn't take long before he's pressing deep inside you. He has to smile to himself when he hears you moan. "You're real sensitive today, huh? Lemme help you out." he says, and his hand dips between your thighs so he can play with your clit.

Armin doesn't hold back or let up; he gives you those mind-bouncing deep strokes and makes you gush like a damn fountain. He'd never embarrass you and tell you that you're creaming all over him, but the sight makes him groan.

If only you could see how his chest heaves while he takes you from behind. His bangs stick to his sweaty forehead. His eyes are darkened with lust. He almost looks feral, and it feels like it to with the tempo of his animalistic thrusts.

"So pretty like this, baby, 'wish you could see the view." He smirks. You're barely able to form a sentence, hell you can barely hold tight on the bedframe with how he's fucking you.

Pretty soon that bedframe is knocking hard against the wall with each harsh thrust. Armin doesn't let you get off the hook easy, he makes you finish on him over and over until you're a total mess. But he thinks you're pretty even when you're babbling obscenities and moaning daddy.

He always pulls out and announces in your ear that he's gonna cum for you. It smells like sex. You feel him making a creamy mess with his cum all over your pussy. It spills on the bed, drips down your thighs, like, sex is really really messy with Armin.

Maybe two hours later, that's when his stamina runs out, and he collapses. He's made an absolute sweaty panting mess out of the both of you.

"Such a damn tease. I love you."

#🌶️ #smut #mdni #🐬Ocean Prince #armin #armin arlert #aot #snk #armin x reader #armin x y/n #gn!y/n #gn!reader #gender neutral y/n #armin smut #afab!y/n #afab!reader #attack on titan smut #armin arlert smut #armin aot #aot smut #dom armin #tw smut

[hoodjam]

teach me

a/n: *sigh* I love armin, he has a soft spot in my heart

tutor!armin is a sucker for late-night studies, preferring to get his studying and homework done first before helping out fellow peers.

you were recommended by your teacher that tutor!armin was the best of the best, and guaranteed a passing grade.

armin couldn’t focus, eyes drinking in how your tight tank top stretched against your hard nipples.

were you cold? is the room cold? he couldn’t tell, he felt as if the room was melting him.

you tilt your head prettily, asking him to check your work. snapping his gaze off your chest tutor!armin looks over your work, distracting him just enough that his bulge deflates.

without a hitch your tutor session goes amazing, full of excitement by the knowledge you acquired, you wrap your arms around his neck pecking his cheek.

“thank you so much armin! I’ll see you next time.”

feeling overwhelmed tutor!armin mumbles a welcome and scrambles into his car, peeling off into an alleyway.

he feels so dirty when he pulls out his aching cock, pumping slowly. all he could think about was how your mouth would feel around his length instead of his cheek, or how your chest felt so plush against his.

with a gasp he cums all over his shirt, feeling unsatisfied and awkward. only to be startled by a knock on his somewhat fogged windows. his eyes widen when they make contact with yours.

“armin?”

#hoodjam 👤 #aot #snk #attack on titan #aot x gender neutral reader #aot x reader #snk x reader #aot smut #armin aot #armin smut #armin x reader #snk armin

[apollodarling-writes]

ok so your last thing about us rejecting armin made me sad 😭 what about one where we notice how he's feeling and we end up getting feelings for him, i hate seeing armin sad he deserves to be loved 🫶🏻🫶🏻

it made me sad too :(( armin is my babyboy

cw : hurt/comfort, it’s kinda short :(

MUTUAL PINING WITH ARMIN HCs:

everything started with you recognizing armin’s feelings for you.

everything that you’d previously thought was done out of a platonic love has suddenly become an act of devotion and admiration; armin loved you and you were oblivious to the fact… up until now.

you could feel his gaze on you during the team’s free time; warm and doting, feeling as if he revered you.

the way he would gift you small things or run his fingers through your hair when you couldn’t sleep or were in need of comfort was suddenly intimate and made your heart beat faster.

when armin would praise you for your good work, you’d find your face growing hot and you’d find yourself wanting to give him more reasons to praise you.

you’d begun noticing the smaller things about armin; the way he’d fidget with his fingers when he’s been put on the spot, or the way he bites down on his tongue ever so slightly when he’s focused, how he seeks you out and the way his eyes light up when you began seeking him out, etc etc.

you’ve noticed the way hope began to burn in his eyes when you’d find yourself gazing at him longingly, the feelings you’d developed for your best friend growing stronger by the day.

and, when you’d finally confessed, it was clumsy. your confession was impromptu, rough around the edges, and completely on accident.

and yet… and yet armin had accepted your confession with a soft blush and his fingers intertwining with your own; a lovely smile tugging at the corners of his lips when he pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead.

armin had accepted you a long time ago. he’s just glad that his efforts didn’t go to waste <3

armin is always finding ways to make your heart beat faster, finding new ways to make you blush and laugh; he loves seeing you smile, especially because of him.

armin is very soft with you. he could never raise his voice at you, or stay mad at you for too long.

armin wants to live a domestic life with you one day. maybe own a cabin and take care of each other after the two of you retire.

armin loves to tell you about new things, and he especially loves that you pay attention to what he’s saying. he loves that you’re interested in hearing about his interests.

even if he’s very shy and soft spoken, he will always protect you. if there’s ever someone giving you trouble or bothering you, you can always expect him to take care of it. despite his small stature and seemingly weak arms, he can put up a pretty good fight if it’s for you.

armin loves you very much. he just wants to treasure you and make sure you’re happy.

soft boy <3

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[elonmuskoutpizzasthehut]

NSFW Modern head cannons for Armin

Armin loves to use vibrators on his partner he loves to see them squirm

If he got a phone call while doing it he might answer, depending on how important the phone call is or if he’s just in the mood to answer

Secretly loves it and hates it when his partner cries from pleasure from any form of toy, he loves it but can’t he do better?

He might tie his partner up or better yet his partner tie him up if he feels he wants to be a bottom

He would love a cock ring

For his partner’s birthday he might take them to a fancy hotel then fuck them dumb

Sorry this one is short I can’t think of much

I’ll do a SFW modern one for Armin tomorrow

#armin headcanons #armin modern au #armin x reader #armin x gender neutral reader #aot smut #aot

[armeenix]

how aot characters react to you calling them by their name

Fluff!

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CONNIE

•the minute Connie hears you call him by his name instead of the nickname you gave him this man has a fit

•he will literally not respond to anything other than his nickname

•connie do you not hear me calling you?

•I don't know who tf you are talking to y/n cause my name isn't Connie

•are you being fr rn?

•I'm being so fr

•he will be salty for a few days even after you call him by his nick name again💀

•in order to get him to stop sulking you gon have to kiss him and baby tf out of him💀

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EREN

•eren will be so annoying about it😭 like he will waste your time just because you called him eren and not his nickname that you gave him

Y: Hey eren can you pick this up for me?

E: no

Y: tf you mean no? Why not?

E: cause that's not my name

Y: eren stop playing

E: that's not my name

Y: did your mom not name you eren?

E: she did but-

Y: exactly now pick up this box please.

•he will try to do what Connie does but once he realizes that it's not gonna work he sulks but answers anyways

•he really thought it was gonna work💀

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SASHA

•Sasha won't notice till like 5 minutes after it happened💀

•she'll be eating some random shit when suddenly she's all like "Hey wait a minute y/n why didn't you call me what you usually do. I prefer that way more"

•she'll pout about it, and look so sad as she's eating that you can't help but feel bad so you apologize and give her a kiss on her cheek

•poor baby was so confused and sad as she munched on her inappropriately shaped pastry that ymir got for her😭

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YMIR

•to be honest ymir will notice it bint won't say anything until the 5th time

•she'll be mad confused about it, so she'll ask at a really random time

•when I say random I don't mean when yall are eating I mean random as in yall were getting intimate and in the middle of it she'll just plain ask "Hey y/n why haven't you been calling me that dumb nickname lately? I mean I'm not saying I like it I'm just saying it's unusual for you not to call me it. Are you mad at me or something?

•everything pauses and you just look up at her completely unamused at her incredible bad timing

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ARMIN

•Armin does not notice at all

•hell just look at you and ask you what you need or how he can help you

•he so sweet about it too like it's honestly so cute

•you'll ask him if he noticed that you didn't call him by his nickname but he will just look at you and shake his head

•"you usually call me by a nickname??"•

•he never noticed💀

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#attack on titan #drabble #aot x gender neutral reader #connie x reader #shingeki no kyojin #ymir x reader #eren x reader #sasha x reader #armin arlert x reader #aot fluff