#dilf armin is a yes.

[crisalidaseason]

forgot to post this here, I usually post on ao3 first so feel free to check there for more new fics quicker (same username as here and a paola bracho pic).

Commander and Guerrila

Summary: Armin finds you bleeding on the stables. You're a political enemy with trust issues and a little distracted by your pretty rescuer/nurse. Tags: Bullet wounds, mentions of blood, mentions of political persecution, reader is injured and antimilitary, anti authoritative government, Armin is having a hard time coping (people with EDs might find it triggering) Armin stitches your wounds, I have no knowledge on wound treatment, reader curses A LOT, Armin and Annie are just besties, Mikaannie snippet, Sasha's dad is here and he's an iconic dilf.

Part 2 is here

You stumbled into the stables, hoping the muddy ground outside and the darkening sky would conceal the trail of blood you left while running from the soldiers pursuing you. After running for what felt like kilometers, your legs were shaking and the wound on your side was bleeding even more because of the strain. You pressed on the bullet wound, trying to stop the flow but too much blood was already lost. All you could do was open the most hidden horse stall and hide inside, not even acknowledging the confused animal that suddenly gained a roommate. The blood loss was fogging your mind and as your body cooled down from all the exercise the pain started to overwhelm you. Laying on the floor, not even bothering to see if it was clean, you quickly slipped into an unconscious state. ___

Armin would always wake up early, even on the days he was off duty. He would usually catch up on some book unrelated to the infinite amount of negotiation papers and treaties he usually had to read, and sometimes he would even go for a walk. Unfortunately, the latter was rather difficult to do since Jean would panic and refuse to let Armin walk anywhere alone.

“You’re the commander and given your history on the Battle of Heaven and Earth, I wouldn’t be surprised if they put a bullet through your head” Jean said.

“I am not a commander, there is no survey corps to make me one. And also, all of us live in potential danger for the same reason” He replied.

“But you’re still the face of this, Armin” Jean insisted “You have a target on your back, Commander title valid or not”

Armin sighed remembering that conversation from two years ago. Jean was still dramatic over his safety, probably a result of Mikasa asking the man to keep an eye on Armin during their diplomatic trips. She was also another person who constantly worried about his life, constantly begging him to retire from this career. He was never fond of this path he was forced to follow, ultimately a consequence of Eren’s actions, but there was no other person willing to do it.

“Good morning, Commander” the familiar voice said.

Jean entered the kitchen, already bathed and probably planning to go to the city if his clothes were any indication.

“Good morning, captain” Armin greeted “going to the city?”

“Yes, Arthur asked for some specific herbs and seasonings” he spoke while pouring some lemongrass tea for himself “Nicollo will be cooking a special dinner in honor of our successful alliance with Eldia”

Armin would call their negotiation everything but successful, their group was lucky at best. Historia was Armin’s only leverage and relative protection. Paradis, or Eldia, as they called it, was still hostile towards Armin and the Alliance members. The eldian military was even more suspicious of them, especially now that Annie, Pieck and Reiner were present figures. Armin felt as if he was still stepping on eggshells, he was not going to naively believe his problems were solved.

“Stop overthinking” Jean poked him in the arm “we made a good enough deal with them”

“The question is: Will they uphold it?” Armin quickly said.

“That is a question for the future, we can only be cautious” Jean said “now stop frying your overworked brain. You should come with me to the city”

“No, no” he denied “ It’s the last place I want to go, but you go and have fun”

Armin could feel Jean wanting to pressure him to let out more information, he had a good eye for people in distress, which annoyed Armin to the core. He did not need more pity. Thankfully he momentaneously gave up and was out of the farm house in a few minutes. The once commander watched from the kitchen window as his longtime friend took one of the horses tied on the front porch and rode off.

“Good morning, Commander”

Arthur greeted him

“Mr. Braus”

“You’re up awfully early for someone off duty” the older man said, while preparing the breakfast table for the children “and call me Arthur”

“I slept early yesterday” Armin lied “and I’ll call you Arthur once you stop calling me commander”

Alongise Jean and Connie, Sasha’s father was also someone who never stopped calling him by his title, even if the blonde had asked him to stop so many times. Armin was very fond of the man, he offered a safe space for many of the 104th veterans in honor of his late daughter.

“Ivan!” Arthur called for his oldest boy “The horses need feeding”

“I’ll do it” Armin offered, already standing up from his chair “let the boy sleep a little longer”

Arthur turned to face him, features contorted in surprise.

“Are you aware of your status as a guest?” he said “and commander?”

“Yes” Armin said “do not worry mr. Braus, I know how to handle horses”

“Wait-”

But Armin was already out of the kitchen, not bothering to hear any of the old man’s excuses. Nothing better to distract the mind than caring for animals, and he was very fond of horses. ___

You woke up in a painful haze, your mouth and throat were dry and the headache felt as if an axe was splitting your head. The horse you shared a stall with was not bothered at all, instead it was just reacting to something in the stables. You cursed mentally, you were supposed to hide and keep moving instead of fainting in a stable, where anyone could find you and possibly hand your weakened self to the army.

“Being upset with me won’t feed you faster, have patience” a male voice startled you.

Someone would find you, and there was not enough strength left on your body to fight. Not even your gun was around, only a pocket knife. By the sounds of the man’s steps, he was getting closer and closer to the stall you were in.

“Hello, Pots” he said to your horse roommate “always well behaved, huh?”

The locks in the stall were pulled and the door slowly opened, revealing a blond man with a bucket of what was probably hay. He spotted you immediately, blue eyes widening.

“Shit, who the hell are you?”

Your throat was too dry to even reply, instead letting incomprehensible grunts. You prepared the pocket knife in case he tried to grab you, mind half thankful that he at least did not carry a gun.

“That is a lot of blood” he said, getting closer carefully “I will call someone for help, try not to move much”

You were able to muster up a painful ‘no’, which threw you in a coughing fit and worsened the pain of your wound.

“Okay, okay!” he said.

The man looked around, looking for something. You could not really register what his intentions were when the wound was angrily hurting.

“Let me hide you somewhere else then, the stall is in plain view, what were you even thinking?”

Oh, sorry, maybe the giant bullet wound clouded my mind . You thought, already hating that man’s guts. He kneeled by your side, quickly taking your left arm and immobilizing the hand that was holding the pocket knife. He took your excuse of a weapon, closing and putting it inside your boot.

“Let’s not stab the rescuer” he said.

A part of your mind was a little surprised when the man, who had an average height and a slender figure, lifted you easily. Despite the headache and pain, you could notice the softness of his short straw blond hair and the almost absence of facial hair, which made his age confusing since his voice was deep enough to not pass as a teenager. That was an unusual farmer, you thought. He was moving rather easily and quickly, crossing the field and entering what seemed to be a barn.

“Here you go” he said, while laying you down “This barn is just winter storage, nobody comes here during summer season. I’ll get you some water and try to clean this wound”

You did not have a choice in the matter besides waiting for his next move, still being too weak to get up. Whatever this man’s intentions were, you were at his mercy. You found it strange that he left your pocket knife with you, but that meant nothing regarding trust. ___

Armin went back to the farm house running, trying to avoid being seen by anyone inside when he snuck in. Thankfully, he had basic wound care medicine and tools in his belongings, a habit he picked up from Hange years ago. Armin also took matches, a canteen of drinking water and some clean cloths. It was not ideal, but he was in a rush, the amount of blood in the stranger’s clothes was alarming. He was almost opening his bedroom door when someone knocked.

“Armin, are you there?”

He fell silent, hoping Annie would just leave thinking he was not inside. Don’t open the door, don’t open the door, don’t open-

“Arlert!” she said “if you start skipping meals again I’ll resort to violence”

He almost grunted out of frustration, putting all of the items down on the bedside table and shielding them with a book stack nearby.

“I have already eaten” he said, while opening the door slightly “Jean woke up early to do some errands and I joined him for breakfast”

The short woman had her arms crossed.

“Good” she said “let’s spare Mikasa from your antics or else I-”

“Yes, yes, I already know” he said “violence and all, now go back to your lover-not-my-lover and leave me to read some documents, hm?”

“Fuck you Arlert” she smiled “need any help?”

“No, now leave my sight please”

“Don’t have to ask twice” she scoffed.

He closed the door, relieved that Annie was nothing like overly worried Jean and Mikasa. He did not waste time and soon snuck out of the residence while everyone was distracted on the breakfast table. He walked in a fast pace, always checking if he was out of sight until he reached the storage barn.

“Sorry” he said “it took me longer than expected to-”

They were unconscious, and Armin almost panicked. He checked their pulse and breathing, which were awfully weak, and quickly decided to assess the wound on their side. He pulled the stranger’s coat away from the affected area and lifted the blood soaked shirt, seeing the not so large but deep wound, still bleeding. He almost prayed when he noticed the bullet just scraped deeply through the skin, he did not need to fish it out and cause even more pain or damage. Taking the water canteen, he poured it over the wound and tried to wash all the dirt from it. He also applied some ginger ointment to hopefully fight the certain infection before starting to stitch the wound up. ___

You woke up to a dark barn, and also alone. You were still in pain, but it was less damaging to your senses, making you notice that your coat was discarded and there was a blanket thrown on top of your body. Slowly lifting the sheet, you could see your shirt was torn near the wound and a white cloth covered a stitched ugly wound. Breathing in and out, you tried to sit up without disrupting the man’s job, but you had no strength to do so.

“Ugh, fuck this” you huffed.

At least your voice was working, still raspy, but way better than before. You wondered if the man tried to hydrate you, how unexpected of someone to be so helpful. Maybe you were just used to people being nothing but violent and oppressive to you and your people, especially the ones in the city. Of course, you would never trust the farmer entirely, he could still help you and cruelly hand you to the military in the end.

“You’re awake” the voice startled you “sorry, didn’t mean to scare you”

The odd farmer entered the barn, carrying something tied inside a cloth.

“I’m not scared” you replied “who are you?”

“I brought food” he said “you’re still dehydrated”

“Who the fuck are you?”

He looked you straight in the eyes, setting the food on the floor next to you.

“Does it matter? Knowing my name won’t heal you” he said.

You stayed silent, trying to guess what he was going to do next. He was kneeling, hands on his thighs while he looked around.

“Perfect” he spoke while standing up.

The man left your field of vision, but soon returned with a jute bag full of what seemed to be hay or dried wheat with how full it looked. He covered it with the cloth he used to wrap the food.

“Can I lift you up? you’ll eat better elevated” he asked.

You nodded. He slithered a hand under you, lifting your upper torso and lowering you again, but on the jute bag this time.

“Comfortable?” he asked.

Of course not, I can barely move on my own, you thought, but remained silent. He nervously deviated his sight to the food in his hands.

“Here” he offered a piece of steamed sweet potato.

You almost inhaled it after taking the first bite. The man also gave you a small canteen, which you gladly took and almost cried at the wonderful taste of water. The meal was silent, with him offering you more food until you emptied the plate and drained the canteen.

“Satisfied?” he asked.

“No, I’m still thirsty” you confessed.

“I’ll fetch you more water” he said, standing up.

“Wait” you said.

He stopped at the door, and you had to admit he was a little distracting when illuminated by moonlight.

“Yes?” he asked when you remained silent for too long.

“Your stitches look like shit” you spilled. ___

Armin was exhausted when he finally snuck back into his room. He spent the entire day checking on the stranger whenever people were distracted enough, running from the house to the barn a few times that day to see if the person was still alive and wet their lips with cold water. He wanted to bring them to his room, but there was not a single scenario in his head that made it possible. Despite him knowing the others would not harm the stranger, he was awfully haunted by the desperate ‘no’ they let out when Armin offered to get help. Whoever that person was, he could recognize the weight of existence on them, and Armin had a sad hunch of what they were.

“Terrorists?” Pieck commented.

Jean, Armin and Connie were telling the events of the first Paradis-Alliance negotiation meeting to Annie, Pieck and Reiner. The warrior trio were left out until Armin could see a safe opportunity for their participation.

“Yes” Jean confirmed “at least that’s how the eldian army calls them. Supposed terrorists that conspire against the government”

“That’s strange” she said “but it explains why we weren’t shot to death upon arrival. They have bigger problems now”

“It’s not strange at all” Annie replied “an army leading a country? We saw this picture before and it always ends up on social control. The eldian government will always have riots for as long as they rule”

“At least we are off the hook” Connie said.

“Make no mistake, as soon as they manage to shut down this rioting group we will be targets again” Armin said “let’s be cautious”

Armin was screwed. He had helped a rioter, which could put him and his comrades in trouble. Whoever that person was, the fact they were shot meant that somewhere in this district their group orchestrated an attack. Armin’s strictly strategic and mission-focused side was screaming to let the stranger die, or kill them if they got any better, but he was not that monster anymore. Armin refused to repeat his sins from the past, when he was only a weapon and not a person. He would help the stranger heal and send them on their way, hoping that they were grateful enough to not tell on him.

He was not able to sleep that night, his mind on the wounded rioter inside the storage barn. The morning came fast, and he was already up on the first evidence of sunlight. He assembled a small plate with fruits, some bread, goat cheese and filled a canteen with rosemary water. Not bothering to eat himself, Armin left the farm house and walked at a slower pace to the barn. He hoped the stranger was still asleep, resting as much as they could. Armin did spend too much time there last night, speaking with the rioter until they fell asleep. He found it amusing that their first conversation started with a justified insult to his sewing abilities, Armin truly did not have the best knowledge on stitching people up.

“Sorry about it” he said once he returned with more water “I only learned the basics”

“I insulted your hard work trying to rescue me from the brink of death and you say sorry?” they asked.

“What should I say instead?” he asked.

They just shrugged their shoulders, not answering.

“You were lucky, the bullet just scraped, deeply, but it doesn’t seem like it hit anything major” Armin tried to lift their mood “can you tell me what happened?”

“None of your business”

Armin had to admit he wanted to chuckle a little, they seemed so torn between grateful and careful. He could relate and respect that very much, if the situation was switched he would have behaved the same.

“You’re up” he said once he opened the barn’s door.

They were already awake, or maybe did not sleep at all. Armin decided not to ask and just offered the food instead. They ate silently, drinking the rosemary water as if they were traveling through the desert. Armin knew well that losing blood could dehydrate someone this badly, the headaches and nausea were the worst part.

“How are you feeling today?” he asked.

“Like shit” they said “but less shit”

Armin could see the lie, they were sweating and the trembling indicated that maybe a fever was coming.

“Care if I check your temperature?” Armin said.

“I don’t have a fever”

He nodded and did not push them, already thinking of what he should do if they fell with an infection. He took the empty plate and headed back to the main house, sneaking into the kitchen to wash everything and start breakfast for everyone else. While he brewed some tea and coffee, he heard footsteps approaching the room.

“Oh, Good morning, Commander. I was about to start breakfast” Arthur said.

“Good morning, Mr. Braus” he greeted the older man “I was already awake, might as well help”

The man hummed, taking the pan from the cabinet and a basket of eggs. Armin observed while the man prepared the base for the omelets, offering space on the stove for him.

“So, where have you been sneaking up to?”

Armin choked on air but quickly recomposed his posture.

“Excuse me?” he replied.

“Boy, I have four teenagers at home. I know a sneaky kid when I see one”

Of course Arthur would drop his title for a good scolding.

“Sorry, sir. I just wanted some alone time”

“In my winter barn?”

“I was always a strange kid, Mikasa can confirm that” Armin partially lied.

“Hm, so this has nothing to do with the fact I found blood in one of my horse stalls?”

Shit. Shit. Shit. How could Armin be so fucking stupid?

“Are they even alive?” Arthur questioned, frying another omelet as if he was saying mundane things.

“Yes” Armin finally gave up “but they might be developing an infection ”

The older man sighed, turning the stove off.

“Bring them inside. A dusty barn is no place to heal” ___

You were pissed, livid, angrier than ever. That stupid farm boy was going to get you killed.

“I told you to not ask for help! You fucking dumb farm boy” you grunted.

“I asked him to bring me here” the old man tried to reason “besides, I know very well what you are and I have no intentions of giving you to the military”

“Do you really think I believe in this?” You spat.

“You either believe or die of infection” Armin said “You can’t even hide it anymore”

“Let me give you a room, let your body heal completely” the older man said again “once you can walk without fainting you’re free to go”

“Why would you help a terrorist?” ” the word was full of venom in your mouth.

“I’m helping a wounded person, that’s all” he said “and besides, it’s not like I sympathize with the military either”

The wrinkles on his face indicated a suffering you could remember from your mother’s features. It was not uncommon for farmers, nurses and teachers to dislike their government, but caution was never too much. You did not trust anyone but your comrades, but there was no choice in the moment. You were vulnerable, and you were feeling weaker as the hours passed.

“If you turn me in, my comrades will fucking bomb your farm next”

“Yes, of course they will” the old man dismissed your answer “Armin, mind carrying them to the main house?”

The blond boy approached you, asking you a silent question. You nodded and he quickly picked you up, firmly holding you. Despite the feverish haze, you still could not help but notice how strong he was. And the name? it was so familiar and yet you had no instant memories of it.

“Here” the old man motioned for Armin once they entered the home “this room is never used, we can be discreet and still give you good enough care”

You almost cried once your body was placed on the soft bed. You were used to sleeping in uncomfortable conditions, but something about being ill and sleeping in a proper bed left you sensitive. You were fed more properly and had your wound cleaned again, the old man, which you learned was named Arthur, gave you a towel and bathing supplies, alongside clothes.

“I’ll leave you to try and bathe on your own, but if you need help I can ask my wife to assist you” Arthur said.

You refused, but thanked him shyly. Your attempt at bathing and relieving yourself was slow and incredibly messy, but it was good enough for someone in the early stages of fever and wobbly legs. Armin had knocked on your door, asking to give you fever medicine he had found.

“I’ll check on you later regarding the fever, but try to rest for now” he said.

Before he could leave your room, you grasped his sleeve. He turned back to you, intense blue eyes questioning your actions.

“I just” you began “Thanks…for not letting me die on that stable”

He gave you a small smile, nodding.

“It’s the least I could do” he said.

He pulled the blinds to darken the room, giving you one last look before closing the door. You laid down on the bed, still uncomfortable but feeling less dirty and weak, thinking about the strange luck destiny gave you in the shape of a blond farm boy. You were young, but lived enough to expect that luck would soon run out, and that terrified you.

The next few days were filled with that man checking on your wound, giving you medicine, engaging in small conversation while he waited for you to finish the meals he brought. You never gave him your name, despite knowing his, and he started calling you by that stupid nickname.

“Guerrila” Armin called you.

You rolled your eyes, holding your tongue not to curse at him when he had your food in hands.

“Stop calling me that”

“When you give me a name, even a fake one”

Never.

“Here you go” Armin handed you the bowl “bean stew”

“Who is your cook again?” You asked.

“Nicollo” he said.

“Send him my regards”

“He has no idea you’re here, but I’ll try my best”

“It’s better this way” you spoke “you and Arthur are already in danger simply by helping me”

Armin sat next to you on the bed.

“Again, Guerrilla, helping you makes little difference on our safety status”

He had given you this answer before, but never elaborated on it. You also never asked for more details, afraid he would use this as an exchange to know more about you. It’s not like you were still worried about your identity, but you were terrified of letting someone know you. Armin was still a stranger, but you felt a horrible need to know him better and share your thoughts and life in return. You could not have that, you could never have anyone again. Everyone you ever loved or cared for died or disappeared: You mother, sister, lover, friends, comrades. That farmer boy did not need to enter the list, nor Arthur.

“I’ll be leaving soon” you announced “The wound is healing well and I haven’t had a fever in two days”

“Are you sure? Arthur would never force you to leave”

“Yes. I can’t stay anymore, I need to warn my remaining comrades of what happened”

“I understand”

No, he did not. How could he? He was a farmer boy after all.

“Tell me when you want to go, I can arrange a horse and supplies” he said “also find a good time for you to leave unnoticed”

You thanked him for the help, genuinely relieved that he did not try to convince you to stay. Had he asked, you would have stayed longer. ___

Armin closed their door, locking it from the outside as usual. It was surprisingly easy to hide someone in that house, which made Armin think if Arthur had done that before. Not even Mikasa, who had a good eye for routine shifts, picked up on Armin and Arthur’s odd behavior. Or maybe she was too invested in her newfound strange tension/relationship with Annie, who knows. All he knew is that soon enough the young rioter would leave and Armin would have to act as if nothing happened, as if that stranger did not turn his life upside down by spawning in a horse stall about ten days ago. He was terrified by how quickly he was getting attached, even if he knew barely anything about them.

“Are you even listening to me?” Jean waved his hand.

“Sorry, sorry. Can you repeat?”

“Are you feeling okay? You’ve been distracted for a while”

“I’m okay” Armin said “please, proceed”

Jean spoke again, reviewing their newest treaty with Eldia and the contracts with the other countries they visited as a pacific alliance. Jean sensed they would have to travel soon and was endlessly ranting about the cost of the trip and how much time they would spend in a certain conference. Armin’s mind was half listening to his captain, but the other half was thinking about the stranger hiding in that very house. Armin would leave and not come back for at least four months, maybe more. He hoped that the guerrilla could at least stay alive until he could somehow find them again. Was it reasonable? Of course not. If the previous commander of the survey corps was found looking for a rioter that would cause him more problems than ever. ___

Armin was waiting for you to finish packing. Arthur had given you more than you deserved for a quick trip back to the headquarters, but you appreciated the man’s generosity, he even polished your pocket knife. You checked if everything was on your bag before turning to Armin and nodding. He opened the door, looking into the corridor before signaling for you to follow, and guided you to what seemed to be the back doors of the house. Outside, the dark sky had no moon, but you could spot a horse waiting for you with the help of an oil lamp. Armin climbed on the animal and offered you a hand.

“You’ll need help finding your way out of the farm” he justified “I know the way by heart”

You took his hand, careful not to strain your almost healed wound, and sat behind him. The heat on your face was very unwelcome, in your opinion, why would you feel all stupid then when the man had carried you bridal style twice before? Maybe it was the fact his hands were calloused but his grip was gentle, or that his shoulders were firm when you grasped them. Ugh, I am so pathetically touch starved, you said to yourself.

“Of course the farmer boy knows the way” you finally said.

“Can I tell you something?” he chuckled.

“Hm?”

“I am not a farmer” he said “Well, I worked in a farm about ten years ago, but I’m just visiting a friend here”

“And what are you then?”

“I have no idea” he said.

“Excuse me?” you were so confused.

“Some people say I am an ambassador, others call me a diplomat, some call me survey corps scum”

That’s when it hit you like a horse race. Armin as in-

“Are you the 15th commander? Commander Arlert?”

He did not say anything at first, but you could feel his shoulders tense up.

“I guess so”

“People in this country hate your guts” you said without thinking “Shit, you helped me! If they ever find out you’re getting killed!”

“Nobody will suspect if a certain Guerrila stays silent about it” he said.

“Of course I’m not saying shit, but still! If I was in your place…”

He could have done what any other government targeted person would.

“You would turn me in?” he continued your line of thought “it’s a smart move, rid yourself of danger by handing them a terrorist”

“Why didn’t you?”

"It's not fair” he said “but please let’s not talk about it”

You wanted to ask more, to know more. How could he even tell you those things and not elaborate on anything? You almost considered asking him for more information when the horse came to a stop and Armin asked you to hold the oil lamp while he got off the horse. The orange hue was the only thing allowing you to see his face.

“You should recognize the main road from here, I trust you know how to avoid the military”

You nodded, adjusting yourself on the horse saddle.

“I am sort of an expert in avoiding them” you said.

He smiled and shook his head, petting the horse’s neck.

“Try not to be shot again when I’m out of the country” he looked you straight in the eyes.

“I’ll try my best, but don’t make any promises”

“Alright, get out of here” he stepped away from the horse.

You prompted the horse forward, but not even five meters on you turned your body to face him. Armin held the oil lamp close to enough to see that he still faced you.

“Maybe one day we can talk without this looming danger on our heads” you said.

“I hope so”

With his face still ingrained on your mind, you turned around and left.

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[planetsano]

warnings ➫ breeding, infidelity, implied age gap, dilf armin brrr.

dilf! armin who is so handsome. he’s always been easy on the eyes but he’s only grown more handsome with age. still the prettiest blue eyes the only difference being the gentle crow's feet that peak at his eyes when he smiles. a more chiseled and defined jawline and tiny slivers of gray hairs blending in with the blonde ones. body is in its prime, 6 foot tall, lean and muscular. a man.

dilf! armin who is in a loveless marriage with 2 kids. don’t get him wrong; he loves his children, but the only reason why he’s still with his bitch of a wife is for their sake. he’s still a bit timid and sweet with a soft heart— often finding himself being walked on by his own spouse. some things don’t change.

dilf! armin who can’t stop his eyes from lingering on the new babysitter. you’re stunning, so cheerful, and have a carefree aura around you that made him infatuated with you. sometimes he wishes you stopped wearing those short skirts and low-cut shirts around him though..

dilf! armin who gets a leaky hard-on when you bat your eyelashes and call him ‘mr. arlert.’ and even though it’s been a while since he’s been on the market, but he’s almost sure you’re flirting with him.

dilf! armin who fists at his cock in the shower, blowing the biggest loads he’s had in a while to fantasies about you bouncing up and down on his dick in his wife and his shared bed, your tits jiggling deliciously every time your hips slam back down onto his.

dilf! armin who doesn’t know what to do when the babysitter comes onto him in his office. you’re only there to receive your payment for the week, so why did you drop to your knees to start palming at his cock through his slacks? armin can’t even think straight, but he’s relishing in the feeling of your plump glossed lips wrapped around his shaft while his wife is in the next room.

dilf! armin who falls in love with that tight cunt of yours. he can’t get enough of how eager your youthful pussy is to swallow his big experienced cock. he thinks your pussy so pretty. its pink, and so fucking tight. he’s absolutely mesmerized at the sight of the resistance when he slides into you. your cute whines of ‘mr. arlert’ are music to his ears.

dilf! armin who wants to stuff you full of his cum and won’t stop until your womb is begging for mercy. he wants babies, he wants kids, he wants another fucking family.

dilf! armin who’s pounding into your poor cunt, grunting the dirtiest things to you while his cock his hitting your cervix. “you don’t mind being a mommy, right?” “no? that’s what I thought.” “i’m never going to stop fucking my seed into you.” “wanna see you big and round with my fucking children.” “you’re gonna be a better mommy than my wife, hm? say yes.” “christ, you drive me crazy.”

dilf! armin who ends up catching feelings for his babysitter. you make him feel loved and young again. much to his delight, the feeling is mutual.

dilf! armin who’s heart clenches everything time you ask him about divorcing his wife. he wants to but it's not that easy, you have to understand. but you’re still young, he doesn’t expect you to understand immediately. he has children who are old enough to understand when mommy and daddy split because they don’t love each other anymore.

dilf! armin who gets into fights with you over this, only for it to end with him fucking you into oblivion.

dilf! armin who finds himself slipping up when his feelings get the best of him during sex and he makes promises he knows he can’t keep just yet. “I love you so much, ‘m gonna leave her so we can be happy together.” “i’m gonna marry you, okay? fuck- i love you.”

sighs… dilf armin what a guy <3

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#trying a new format #bria.thrists #dilf armin #armin arlert #armin arlert x reader #armin arlert smut #armin x reader #aot armin #attack on titan smut #aot smut #snk spoilers #snk smut #shingeki no kyoujin smut #attack on titan x reader #aot x reader #tw.breeding #tw.infidelity #tw.age gap

[skrunklybf-archived]

can't stop thinking about armin becoming a dad

tags: just something random, fluff, dilf!armin

he'd be hesitant as fuck when you tell him you're pregnant

"are you sure you read it right honey"

"it literally says pregnant right here min"

well fuck

overthinking

are you two financially stable enough???

are you both emotionally ready???

cue nervous breakdown

but fuck the thought of his baby in your belly??

like...... he did that

he put that there

and goddamn you glow when you're pregnant

you're already a fucking goddess in his eyes and now....... sheesh

he's so eager to fulfill your needs

rubbing your feet, rubbing your back

rubbing lotion over your bump

he talks to your belly every damn day

"you're gonna be so cute, just like your mommy"

he doesn't understand your cravings but he supports them

to the fast food worker: "i'm sorry but my wife will absolutely murder me if i don't get exactly 9 pickles on her burger. please."

he buys parenting books

and reads them to you (and your belly)

"yknow reading is really good for the baby"

his friends are already tired of hearing about your pregnancy

armin won't shut up about it

"baby's the size of a grapefruit now. isn't that crazy"

groans

he won't let you do anything when you hit the third trimester

cue nervous breakdown again

he's a WRECK in the delivery room

and yes he cries when your baby pops out

gets lowkey jealous of you bc you get to hold the baby first

absolutely in love as soon as he lays eyes on them

"hi, you're finally here"

he keeps squishing their cheeks in awe

newborn stage is ez pz

it's the toddler stage that kicks his ass

so much sass???

"uncle eren lets me have cookies for breakfast at his house"

"oh does he??"

the most attentive dad at the playground

but also lowkey helicopter dad

"please don't lick the swing set"

"please don't eat the dirt"

"please stop jumping on your mother"

he cries at the first day of school

and he cries at their graduation

"i'm so proud of you 🥺"

#currently sobbing #armin arlert #armin x reader #aot #attack on titan #reader insert

[elysianslove]

please for the love of everything holy, give us attack on titan dick headcanons like you did with jjk and haikyuu 🤲🏻🤲🏻

i've been waiting for this one and i love your fics sm,, you're literally one of my fav bloggers ily <33

havsjdd ONE OF MY FAVE SERIES YES,,, i can’t just do all characters so i did the ones i’m most familiar with (aka mains 🤧) if you want others lmk!!

as always, this is purely for fun!! i don’t intend to be crazy realistic :)

other works; haikyuu captains, setters, middle blockers, aces and jujutsu kaisen

ATTACK ON TITAN DICK ANALYSIS

levi ackerman

as much as this hurts, he’s probably barely average. i mean, to be fair, he was extremely malnourished as a child, but i’ll be generous and say he’s 5.2 inches. such a pretty cock :( like it has a dark golden/brown tan to it, with a pink tip. also idk why but something tells me levi has a birthmark on his dick. don’t ask, he just has like this cool, brown splotch right beneath the tip. anyways, it curves up and inwards, i’m so sure. the girth and length are proportional, and he’s relatively veiny!! cute, thick balls too. is being clean shaven a thing in that universe? if it is, consider it done obviously.

eren jaeger

he has a big dick idc. just so hung i cannot. eren dick print is immaculate i will cry. fat cock, 6.8 inches, veiny as fuck. like thick veins you feel them when he’s inside of you. the shaft is just the tiniest bit darker than his skin, and the tip is dark, angry red, especially he’s all hard and wet. doesn’t really curve, to be honest, maybe a little to the right. oh and he has fat balls. heavy balls. breeder balls. he cums and his balls are still so full — insanity. doesn’t shave at all though like it’s so unkempt <//3 likes to shove your face down when you suck him off as if to make a point <//3

armin arlert

omg his dick’s so pretty. like sososo pretty. pale shaft and the cutest pink tip. like it’s kind a pastel pink but then he’s hard and it gets even darker, like a dark pink. it flushes so gorgeous when he’s hard and dripping for you. he’s like 6.3 inches, and it curves at the tip a little. more veiny than you’d imagine actually!!! his balls and tip are extremely, over the top, sensitive suck on them and he’s gone. oof and if you suck and then blow cold air? he might pass out. obviously clean shaven! sometimes he forgets tho but same way he doesn’t care if you are, you don’t care if he is either. nothing screams thoughtful like armin after all.

jean kirstein

HES SO BIG HELP. idk the timeskip.... he screams bde..... horsecock jean..... 7.2 inches bye. literally mouthwatering pretty, just a tan, bronze-ish shaft, prominent veins, dark pink tip that gets all bright when it’s wet. longer than he is thick but he will rearrange your guts absolutely. stick straight, doesn’t curve, isn’t sensitive so he’ll straight up cockwarm you whenever wherever (cockwarm any of your holes which one is available rn shawty). he trims, and there’s the hottest happy trail from beneath his belly button down to his crotch. when he stretches and it shows fhdbdhcjf

connie springer

my boy has an average dick <3 just 5.6 inches, good girth, good length, no curve. actually it’s kinda fat.... kinda.... might be a stretch taking him.... it’s okay he lives between those thighs anyways. pale pink tip that doesn’t darken all that much when hard, golden shaft, prominent veins. he’s clean shaven because he’s scared you’ll leave him if he wasn’t </3 forgot once and had a freak out session the moment he undressed till he realized it wasn’t that big of a deal.

reiner braun

HOLT FUCK PLEASE. HIS DICK IS SO BIG STOP. he’s 7.7 INCHES NO TAKESIES BACKSIES. hole splinter. pussy/bussy destroyer. cervix kisser. tummy bulger. golden shaft and a dark pink tip. literally so veiny. so much girth you cannot. cannot imagine. just size kink with reiner pls. heavy balls that have so much to give, but baby’s so easily sensitive <3 kind of clean shaven? depends on his mood? the time he has? whether you’re 100% for/against it or 50-50, etc.

bertholdt hoover

why do i get the feel, the vibes if you will, that he has such a big dick. like it shocks people when they see it. he’s probably hella long like 7 inches long, listen i cannot explain it he just has a big dick. dark shaft and the deepest red for a tip. not that veiny, but curves nicely to the right. extremely sensitive balls oh my god. will cry if you overstimulate him <3

niccolo

sasha’s so lucky <//3 big dick i know it. 6.7 inches and it’s gorgeous, with a golden tan to the shaft that flushes out to a bright, pale pink tip. when he’s hard it gets a blush pink/red so pretty. kinda veiny, kinda not. like it’s alright! he has amazing orgasm control his dick‘s tip will be purpling but you have to cum a million times before he‘s okay with cumming. trims, so not 100% clean shaven.

porco galliard

such a fat dick. it’s like 5.1 inches but it’s so fat you will cry taking it. the stretch burns oh my god. also he has no concept of prep so please, teach him. mauve/pink-ish tip, just a light tan shaft. it’s kinda flushed all over tbh, darker at the tip, lighter the longer you go along his shaft. curves to the right a little! doesn’t believe in being clean shaven sorry <//3

kenny ackerman

sorry am i allowed to do him? dilf! or gilf? 🤔 idk i just know his dick is huge. massive. 7.5 inches. so big. the tip is such a dark red, the shaft is dark and tan. hella, hella veins. like so much. not clean shaven obviously. im not gonna say anything else i dont wanna taint my dignity even more.

#attack on titan smut #aot smut #attack on titan x reader #aot x reader #levi smut #eren smut #jean smut #armin smut #connie smut #reiner smut #bertholdt smut #niccolo smut #porco smut #kenny smut #sal’s thirst tag <3

[bakugohoex]

You didn’t expect things to escalate between the two of you — after all, it was uncommon for people such as your self to interact so closely with your superiors—

—especially in such a way so lewd and vulgar, with your back arched against the surface of his desk and your legs fixed around his waist as he pound into you. The tray brought by you is neglected to the side of the table, and the door to Fukuzawa’s office is still wide open, anyone could walk past or walk in, or even hear; but you’re unable to think of that while his hand is buried in your hair, the other gripping tightly around both of your wrists and pinning them down to desk.

You feel his hips brush against yours, catching your clit from under your bunched up hakama. You squeal, but not from the sensation, rather the way the tip of his cock beats against your cervix; he doesn’t feel your nails digging into his arms, or the way tears start to well from your eyes. He leans down to where his mouth meets your ear, he rams harder and further into your throbbing cunt, and you know what’s coming. You break out into loud sobs and try to resist against your master in an effort you know is fruitless, your thighs clamp tighter around his waist.

“ No, fuck, no, please… please, Sir, don’t, you can’t come inside of me, please! ” But he ignores your pleas and racking sobs, clasping a hand over your spit-soaked lips as he’s still chasing his orgasm.

“ Filthy whore. With the way that you dress and you act, you were just begging to be fucked senseless, weren’t you? ” He slams harder into your core, it immediately shuts you up, he watches the way your eyes roll back and your mouth falls open from the corner of his. “ You will take all of my seed, even if it means I end up fucking a baby into you — that’s an order. ” And, finally, your cries are silenced, and you stop resisting.

ANYWAYYYY, SORRY THIS CAME THREE DAYS LATE, I HOPE YOU’RE DOING WELL, RIA, IF YOUR EXAMS ARE OVER I’M HAPPY THAT THEY ARE FOR YOU THEY’RE SO STRESSFUL FR, STAN RIKO ALEX MOMOI AOMINE MIDORIMA AKASHI MURASAKIBARA KISE KAGAMI KUROKO HAIZAKI TEPPEI HANAMIYA HIMURO SUKUNA YUUJI GOJO NANAMI GETO TOJI MEGUMI NOBARA MAI MAKI OIKAWA KAGEYAMA ATSUMU TERUSHIMA KUROO KENMA HINATA MATSUKAWA IWAIZUMI BOKUTO AKAASHI LEV TSUKISHIMA YAMAGUCHI YACHI KIYOKO TANAKA NISHINOYA DAICHI OSAMU ARAN BAKUGOU TODOROKI DABI SERO RUMI KENDO NEJIRE SHINDO DENKI MONOMA AIZAWA KEIGO IIDA MOMO JIROU TSUYU KIRISHIMA SHIGARAKI JEAN EREN CONNIE ARMIN LEVI ERWIN ZEKE PORCO MIKASA HISTORIA YMIR SASHA REINER BERTHOLDT ANNIE PIECK HANGE CHUUYA ACE FYODOR KOUYOU KYOUKA DAZAI MORI ODA YOSANO DOPPO NAOMI JUN’ICHIRO RANPO ANGO F. S. K. FITZGERALD AND FUKUZAWA FOR CLEAR SKIN, GOOD EYESIGHT, HEALTHY HAIR, 1200 IQ, GOOD DICK, LOTS OF MONEY, TWO VILLAS, FIVE YACHTS AND EVERYTHING YOU WANT THIS WAS LONG BUT BYE NOW- ♥︎

— Thirsts Anon (having a mental crisis)

OH MY FUCKING GOD, OMFG SORRY HEAD EMPTY WANT TO BE BRED BY FUKUZAWA, BABY YOU'RE FEEDING ME SO WELL, SORRY IM OBSESSED I KEEP RE-READING THIS IT MAKES ME SO HAPPY, MY HEART I WANT A BABY WITH THIS DILF AND YES STAN ALL OUR BABIES FOR GOOD DICK 🤤🤤 baby is everything okay, ya having a crisis?

#bakugohoex #ask ria #thirsts anon #fukuzawa x reader

[ficsforeren]

Kanayama, destroyer of hearts far and wide and obliterator of Eren’s in all known universes… *clears throat* if I could just offer one suggestion, for your secrets between us series, why kill Eren when you could give us more pain by killing the reader and having Eren lament over how it should have been him. He has to live each day knowing that he was just a second late, that he wasn’t strong enough, wasn’t fast enough, wasn’t clever enough. That he just wasn’t enough to save the love of his life.

Eren’s usually calm in these situations. He’s a knight. A kingsguard. Be aware of your surroundings. Always have an escape route in mind. Never let your guard down. Stay calm.

Remain calm and level headed.

Levi always made sure to repeat that one. Because moment you lose your calm, you’re already dead.

As a knight, he’s sworn to protect the kingdom until his last breath. But he’s also dedicated his heart, his life, and his entire being to you.

No amount of training would have ever prepared him for this moment.

He can stay calm when Armin reminds him of his place as just your kingsguard. He is still levelheaded, not even breaking a sweat when the carriage is ambushed, and he’s outnumbered 25 to one.

But the moment an enemy soldier tears you from his grasp, driving a dagger into your heart.

He loses it.

Because why kill Eren when you’re the only reason why he’s alive.

You see, a princess has a duty to fulfill towards her kingdom. The moment Y/N was born, her life was dedicated to serving that of her people. But for Eren, his heart was always dedicated to you.

——

You know, I’m just a huge sucker for happy endings. So let’s just focus on how amazing Eren is as a dad.

Not only is rockstar Eren an amazing husband, but he just spoils his kids rotten. Irene and Jace always know how much their dad loves them.

He has a photo of them in his wallet, another taped onto his bunk so it’s one of the last things he sees before he falls asleep, and of course it’s his Lock Screen. He was never religious to begin with. But every day when he’s reminded that he has a family to come home to, he thanks God for a blessing that transcends all lifetimes. Poor Reiner still can’t convince eren to go to church with him though

Hope you’re doing well Kana. I hope your baby is doing well too. Have you had to deal with the terrible twos yet?

Recently there was a huge heatwave where I live and now it’s fucking cold today. My poor baby cousin who’s only 5 months old broke out in hives all over her body. Ok. I think I’ll just end my ramble here.

Sending you all my love and a bunch of virtual hugs!!

"Kanayama, destroyer of hearts far and wide and obliterator of Eren’s in all known universes" LMAOOOOOO PLEASE I LOVE THIS SO MUCH THIS IS GOING TO BE MY TITLES FROM NOW ON HAHAHA I FEEL LIKE I'M IN GAME OF THRONES

Well, honey, your idea is brilliant (hell, I want you to write the sequel for TSBU lmaooo), thank you so much for sharing it with us but unfortunately, I have something else planned for reader 😏😏😏

and your HCs for dilf rockstar eren? CANON! I LOVE EVERYTHING YOU SAID! yes eren definitely has a wall inside his tour bus covered in photos of his little family. he's such a doting parent, like he will literally brag about his kids and wife to every single person he met. eren literally can't shut up about his kids. whenever he's on the stage and they have to take a minute long break between songs, he'd be like "guys, you know what my daughter did the other day? she told me she loved me and she said she wants to marry me when she's older. can you believe that?" and the crowd would cheer and jean is going to groan into the microphone "bro you've told us the same story for like twelve times today! shut the fuck up! btw, irene wants to marry me, she told me herself."

my baby and i are doing well, thank you for asking! i hope you're doing well too wherever you are, darling. take care of yourself and make sure to stay warm and hydrated. i love you so much baby MWAH MWAH MWAH

#your HCs are top notch i love them #thank you for sharing your thoughts with me baby #the last song canon #in another life canon #the secrets between us canon #kana answers stuff

[levithestripper]

☀️✨Attack on Titan Headcanons: 104th Cadets Part 2☀️✨

Link to the first set of headcanons ✨here!✨

Armin Arlert ☀️✨

Armin is defiantly one of the shyest members of the Survey Corps. He has trouble asking the other older members even basic questions, even though he’s so outgoing with his other friends. He’d get embarrassed and stutter out his question, sometimes wanting to run away mid sentence if he was talking to and attractive higher up. 

He and Hange are best friends. No questions asked. Attached at the hip twins.

He and Erwin are more like brothers that are best friends. It’s different, trust me. 

He probably has a thing for older s/o’s since they know more than he does and he could learn from them which he finds super fucking sexy. Like, they’re sexy and smart?? Belt on the floor, ass up face down he’s ready to f u c k. 

He will sleep in the fetal position if he is sleeping alone, but if he’s with his s/o he’ll demand that he’ll be the big spoon, even though he is so small he can barely wrap his arms around them fully. 

Armin will stay up with his s/o all night reading to them if they let him. He would loan fairy tales and other fantasy books from the Survey Corps Castle library. He’d read to them until they fall asleep in his lap in their shared bed. His s/o says that he could put a bear to sleep with his voice, it’s just that soothing to them.

The rest of the 104th teases him like crazy for hanging around Erwin and Hange so much, affectionately calling him a milf/dilf lover. Well, they’re not wrong about that but they don’t have to call him out so easily like that.

Armin kept the book about the outside world he took from his grandfather under his pillow, along with the hat he gave him on his nightstand. 

Armin has thought about cutting his hair countless times because of the mean comments he had gotten about it in public, but Eren always convinced him to keep it as it is since it suited his round, soft face. And Mikasa would encourage him by saying they had the same haircut, so it couldn’t be that bad if she had the same one.

Him being the younger one in his relationship, any kind of PDA would embarrass him beyond belief. His s/o would love how red he would get when they kissed his cheek in the mess hall or in front of Erwin or Hange, so they kept doing it until he looked like a tomato. 

Connie Springer ☀️✨

In grade-school he was asked out on dares a lot. The girls could barely contain their laughter when they were forced to ask him out, only for it to erupt from them when they told the poor boy that it was all just a dare, that no one would actually love him.

Since he was always used as the butt end of jokes, he uses comedy to try and uplift others now, like comic relief. He knows how bad it can make people feel so he’ll do whatever he can to make sure that others won’t feel the same as he had.

His s/o would be someone who has a quick wit, who can through a joke right back at him without getting offended at a gross joke or two. 

Connie isn’t afraid to go up to Levi and tell short jokes directly to his face. Although, he runs away right before he could be murdered violently. 

When Jean’s mother came to visit while they were still in the Training Corps, Connie called him Jean-bo for the next month and a half. Jean was ready to kill him, but he kept getting out of it just in time right before Jean-bo could choke him out for his crimes. 

If TikTok was a thing in the canon universe, Connie would be criminally charged with how many times he had done the full WAP dance in two hours. His record so far is 30. 

Sasha is his cameraman and has to restart almost every video she records for his TikTok/Insta since she laughs so hard her hands shake his phone. 

Connie will be the ~chivalrous~ kind of man in bed and let his s/o sleep on his chest, letting them use his pecs as pillows. He thinks it’s super manly to let them curl up next to him, basking in his warmth that he provided.

He only grew out his buzz cut because his s/o mentioned once that they’d like to see what he’d look like with hair. Now that he has a moderate amount of fluff, his s/o loves to run their hands through it and tug it. 

When he got the news that his whole family was turned into Titans by Zeke, Connie went into a mental breakdown of sorts. He couldn’t eat without throwing up and hour later, he’d cry almost constantly. Whenever someone tried to talk to him, the poor boy would erupt into tears and bury his head into the palms of his hands; screaming out about how wonderful his family was and that they didn’t deserve to end up like that. But what hurt his friends most of all was hearing him talk about his younger siblings. Connie loved to tell them about whatever antics they had gotten up to in their most recent letter. After he found out they were Titans, Connie would quietly tell Sasha and Jean about them. About how they wanted to take after their cool big brother in the Survey Corps and save the world just like he was. 

Bertolt Hoover ☀️✨

Ah yes, another shy boy. Bertolt is shyer that Armin by a long shot. he isn’t even able to talk to anyone that wasn’t in the 104th. He always feels the most confident around Reiner and can speak his mind the best around him. 

Bertolt would most likely want to keep his s/o as close to him as possible. Being a Titan Shifter makes his body temperature run really high, which makes his hugs feel like a warm mug of hot cocoa.

His s/o loved getting piggy back rides from him, loving to see what it’s like being 6′1″. 

He always makes sure that his s/o sits in between him and Reiner at lunch, making it look like they had two hunky body guards at their disposal. In reality Bertolt had them sit there because then he can keep a better eye on them that way. He always got nervous when his s/o sat with Eren or Jean. His s/o is just so pretty, and funny, and kind, and sweet, he worries that they’d want to leave him for someone more interesting like Jean and Eren were. 

Poor Bertolt is so insecure about his body and his face. He thinks that all of his proportions are off, thinks that his torso is too long. No one else is this tall, why does he have to be? He feels like he sticks out like a sore thumb. On days where Bertolt is feeling exceptionally down, everyone gathers around him to smother him in a huge group hug. 

When his s/o is hanging out with him in the barracks, he likes to position them on top of his waist, straddling him. It was the perfect position to look up in their eyes, admiring them and all their beauty. He would massage his hands into his s/o’s hips. Bertolt started doing it more after he saw how much his partner loved it the first time.

Sleeping with him was probably the hardest. Since he had all of these weird sleeping positions, his s/o would get pushed to the edge of the bed or sometimes even be pushed off completely. Bertolt always felt horrible afterwords. He made it up every time with a nice long, chaste kiss each morning.

Speaking of kisses, his favorite way to hold his s/o’s head is with both hands, thumbs stroking over their cheekbones. His other fingers spread themselves down the rest of their face, his last two fingers underneath their jaw. 

Bertolt’s frequent anxiety and self doubt would get the better of him sometimes, his head convincing himself that his s/o wanted to break up and leave him for someone better, someone with better social skills and a better personality. His s/o always reassured him that they’d never leave him for anyone, since he’s perfect they way he is and they love him for that.

If his s/o found out that he was the Colossal Titan, he would immediately start crying, folding up on himself. He ruined it, his entire life was over. They’d hate him, rat him out, kill him. His s/o would obviously be upset with him, feeling betrayed. They never thought that a sweet guy like him could be capable of such murder and treason, but here they were. Bertolt would be similar to Reiner if his s/o found out. Begging them to stay with him, that their whole relationship wasn’t a lie, wasn’t just a cover up. Their partner would agree with some convincing, keeping his secret for him. 

Although, when Annie and Reiner found out that Bertolt’s s/o knew about them and about Marley, the both of them almost choked his s/o to death, not realizing that they had agreed to keep their secret and join them in going back to Marley. 

@comablog2 ​ @voidnin ​ @sarcasticmudkip ​ @aot-imagines​ @aot-imagine​

#attack on titan season 2 #attack on titan headcanons #bertolt hoover #bertolt fubar #connie springer #armin arlert #armin headcanons #bertolt headcanons #connie headcanons #Eren Jaeger #eren yeager #mikasa ackerman #shingeki no kyojin #shingeki no kyojin headcanons #snk headcanons #aot headcanons #attack on titan season 4 #attack on titan season 3 #attack on titan season 1 #spoiler free #attack on titan the final season #levi ackerman #rivaille #jean kirstein #jean kirschstein #jean kirschtien #Marco Bott #sasha blouse #aot season 4 #aot season 3

[sunlightandsuffering]

The blondes have been killing it this season... To Zeke's ass and Porco's death scene. Colt, best brother overall. (No, Zeke. It's not you.) Falco showing Eren and Armin how love confessions work. Armin and his overall cuteness... omfg. my Jeanboi is so hot and mature, giving me DILFvibes! For some extremists out there, Yelena

Please! Don't do my brunettes/raven head dirty! Come on! I'm begging you MAPPA!!! Levi and Eren. Show us! *still crossing my fingers for forest LeviHan and cabin sex*

Yes, I am shameless.

But I am shameless enough to admit I'll still prefer Mikasa's sideboob or bare back...

K but Zeke was kinda sweet tho, wants to save Eren even tho he's a nutbar, I respect it! K but Armin got kinda hot tho... not even just cute anymore 🤣 I can defs see DILF Jean, tbh surprised there aren't more y/n fis about him. YELENA AND THAT ONE FACE TERRIFY ME !

SIDE BOOB MIKASA!! FOR THE WIN! YES! OR GIVE US THE BARE BACK THAT YAMS SKETCHED THAT ONE TIME!!! PLZ! 😍😍😍

[conniesspringersgf]

DILF ARMIN YES PLEASE WHAT DID U COME UP WITH

I BARELY REMEMBER💀

but I just wanna be his other woman😔

#el <3 #moots!! #fuck his wife

[planetsano]

Okay, but consider: dilf!Armin and you being on the outs after another epic blowout about him leaving his wife, then the next day he finds a young guy closer to your age flirting with you. Is he a) jealous and FEELING or b) gonna fuck you into oblivion?

ooo yes, dilf armin content. he'll get so possessive over you and he thinks it's justified because what can that young guy offer you that he can't? armin has the experience, the money, the stamina, the intelligence. he knows what's best for you. that young guy is just going to disappoint you, just listen to armin. don't be stupid.

#🔞.thirsts