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dragon-ladybug · 11 months

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ARMIN ARLERT X FEMALE READER (both needy af)

Currently thinking about possessive and needy Armin 😩 I've been thinking about this specific scenario for the past couple of days and it won't leave my head so I thought I should try to write it down this time.

It's my first time writing anything fanfic or smut related or anything like that. So I dunno how good it is. I accept any kind of criticism. Let me know what you think.

Minors, do not interact!

Contains: smut, fluff, established relationship, pet names, praising, cursing, oral sex (reader receiving), vaginal sex, creampie, semi-public sex.

If I missed anything let me know.

Armin is nothing but a sweetheart. Always so polite and put together, always so attentive and delicate with you in public. He started to act like he's your husband after 2 months of dating and you could only think to yourself that you're the luckiest person in the world for getting Mr. Arlert himself.

But that's the thing with Armin. He loves you and does everything for you without complaining. He treats you so delicately because he knows that way you can only come to him for more. He's your comfort, your home, your safe place. And he likes it that way. In a weird way, that gives him a sense of control over you that he feels like he needs to have. He couldn't take it if you wouldn't absolutely adore him. He needs it like the air he breathes. Though he won't say it out loud, he needs to be in control. Always.

Because that's just how Armin knows how to love. Deeply. Devoutly. What he loves needs to be for him and only him. Otherwise, all that effort means nothing. The sense of ownership that he feels over someone he loves is everything. And he won't accept a love that's different.

You never thought about it that way. Because he's just the best partner. He's perfect. Flawless. You never see his pride or his need for control. You only see his soft character. You think everything he does he does it for your own good. And that's actually true. But don't forget to praise him and always remind him that you're his little thing. Otherwise, you might push a button that will unleash that part of Armin that you've never seen before.

It's been a while since you and Armin have spent good time together. You always having work to do and him being stuck in his office until the sun sets made it so you only see each other in the morning, when you're both in a hurry, trying to get to work in time; or at night, when you're both so tired all you can manage to do is cuddle up in his arms with your head on his chest, exchanging sweet words until you both fall asleep.

But today you've had a pretty decent day at work and finished early, so you decided to visit Armin at his office. Maybe you could convince him to actually leave when his shift ends and not spend time locked there until he finishes all the paperwork. You knew he doesn't like to leave things unfinished, but he really needs to relax for once. If not, you're willing to stay there with him until he's done. That idea makes your heart aches for a moment because you realise just how much you miss your boyfriend's company. It's been a while since you and Armin have done anything but go to work and kiss and cuddle in the morning and before sleep. And that's not enough. You crave his touch like a stray animal craves a home. Without Armin's touch, you're homeless.

You knock on the door of his office and hear a tired "Come in!" You open the door slowly and enter the room. Armin is staying at his office and you can see his body all tensed up. Your man is just so tired. He has his head buried in papers and he didn't even move to see who entered the room. "Hey, baby!" you say and that's when Armin turns around with his chair and sees you. His gaze softens all of a sudden and you can see a smile appearing on his tired face. "Y/N, hey" he says with the sweetest tone and you already feel like melting. All you want to do is take your exhausted boyfriend out of there and kiss every inch of his body, showering him with love and adoration. You've been staring at his beautiful face for a while when you see him patting his lap, making you a sign to go and sit there. You comply and see your boyfriend's body relax under your weight. He turns the chair back around, now facing the desk. Looking at all the papers, his mouth escapes a small sigh.

"Don't you wanna leave these for tomorrow and come home earlier, baby?" you say to him, gently caressing his cheek with your thumb. You can feel him melting under your touch.

"I don't have much paperwork left to do. I think it will take me half an hour to finish here. Will you stay with me, Y/N? I promise it won't be long" his puppy eyes looking straight into your soul.

"Of course, baby. I'm here for you." You can see his look softening even more and you think to yourself there is nothing you would not do for this man. Armin moves his attention to the papers, willing to finish as fast as possible, while resting his head on your shoulder. You're trying really hard to contain yourself and not be all touchy with him because you want the paperwork done and your boyfriend all to yourself. He finishes his work after 40 minutes and sets all papers in a pile on his desk. He moves his attention back to you and you lock eyes with each other.

The moment his eyes are back on you, you can feel the energy of the room shifting. He looks at you like a humble puppy and you can't contain yourself anymore. You cup his face and pull him into a deep kiss. A small whine escapes Armin's throat. He stops and looks at you with those deep blue eyes.

"I missed you so much, Y/N!" he says burying his head in your chest. His voice becomes whiny and you can hear the need in his tone when he continues: "I'm glad you're here with me, baby! I missed you so so much! I need you!" while rubbing his head on your chest. He then takes your face in one of his hands and pulls you into a long deep kiss.

One thing leads to another and before you realise, you two kiss like you're trying to devour each other. His tongue slips into your mouth and you respond, playing with it while your hand travels to the back of his head, gently massaging his scalp. You put your legs on either side of Armin's hips, trying to get your body as close to his as you can. His hands begin to travel up and down your spine while his tongue plays with yours and you can feel your whole body shiver. The sound of sloppy kisses and heavy breathing fills the room. All you can think about right now is how much you need your boyfriend close to you. So close there is no space left between your bodies. Thinking about this you begin to grind against Armin's lap and he moans into your mouth. Both of you are so hungry for each other right now you forget that you're actually in his office with the door unlocked and that anyone could walk into the room at any time, needing to report God knows what to the 15th Commander.

You hear steps down the hall approaching. Armin can hear them too but he's so needy right now he doesn't care what the hell happened hell knows where. They can all wait for the report for all he cares. He has more important things to solve right now. Starting with the bulge in his pants.

"Baby, do you think we should stop? Maybe there's someone who needs to rep..." you can't finish the sentence cause Armin grabs you by the chin and kisses you again, slipping his tongue back into your mouth. You've never seen him like this. So needy he would cancel anything to touch you, even if it means he won't be there to solve some problems between the cadets who respect and admire him so much, or not send some important information to the Queen herself. Right now, he doesn't give a single shit about any of that. He needs you and that's all that matters. Anyone who gets in the way will push that button he buried deep down inside himself.

Someone knocks on the office door and you stop. You want to sit up from Armin's lap, hoping that you don't look too messy if the person behind that door sees you, but your boyfriend grabs your hips and holds you on his lap forcefully. You want to say something but he growls and you stop.

"Commander Arlert, I have a report for you from the..."

"Not right now!" you hear Armin say with the coldest voice.

"Sir, they told me to hand you this report personally."

"Is it important?"

"I don't know, sir. It's from the Military Police!"

"Is anyone hurt?"

"I don't think so, sir."

"Then it can wait. Leave!"

"But, sir.. They.."

"THAT'S A FUCKING ORDER, SOLDIER!"

You look at your boyfriend shocked. He looks like an angry animal with lust in his eyes. It is kinda funny and attractive altogether the contrast between his cute face with his button nose and the rosy cheeks and his serious gaze. But you've never seen that look. You tilt your head with curiosity while looking at his mad expression. You hear the soldier at the door say a humble "Yes, sir!" and the footsteps moving away from the door until you no longer hear them. All this time Armin pinned you down to his lap and you could feel his hard bulge underneath you. He didn't soften the grip for a second. You want to open your mouth to ask what's going on but Armin shifts his look back to you and you freeze. He has the coldest gaze now, looking at you with such lust in his eyes you don't know what to do. Your brain can no longer form sentences. You feel trapped in his embrace.

Seeing your expression change, his eyes go back to the soft puppy look and he takes his hands off your hips. You didn't realize how hard he was pressing his fingers into your plushy skin until now, when you can feel pulsating pain where his hands used to be. He touches your cheek softly while looking at you and you melt again. He then gets closer and kisses you behind you ear.

"Sorry, baby! I just missed you so much! I don't want anyone interrupting us." he whispers softly in your ear, his breath on your skin sending shivers down your spine again.

You go back to kissing him. Your lips barely touch each other this time, creating soft feathery kisses. That only makes you want more of him. You begin to kiss Armin harder. He starts to unbutton your shirt slowly while hungrily kissing your sore lips. You break from the kiss for a moment to take a deep breath.

"Can we lock the door, baby?"

"Of course, princess!"

He gets up with you in his arms and puts you down to sit on the desk. He then goes and locks the door. Coming back, he then spreads your legs so he can occupy that space between them and towers over you. You see his needy expression and become too aware of the wetness in your pants. You want him to fuck you stupid on his desk.

Your lips go back to kissing each other sloppier and sloppier. You bite his bottom lip and he groans, grabbing you gently by the hair and pulling you closer. He then starts to kiss down your ear and neck, sucking and biting, your chest rising and lowering at rapid rates while your breath gets heavier and heavier. Unbuttoning the rest of your shirt, he takes it off and buries his head in your chest again, cooing "I missed this so much, baby! I want you!"

His hands are everywhere on your body now and you don't know for how long you can take all of this. You need him. He unlocks your bra and throws it on the floor next to your shirt. His mouth attacks your right nipple and you moan. His other hand is softly carresing your inner left thigh and you feel like you're losing your mind under this man's touch. He goes to lick the other nipple, starting then to suck it gently when another moan escapes your mouth.

"Shhh, baby. You need to stay quiet."

But that only makes you more wet, if that's even possible right now. You desperately start to unbutton his shirt and then grab him by the back of his head. You pull him closer and start to kiss his neck, making him groan. That only turns you on more so you start licking him from the collarbone up to his ear. His breath becomes heavier and heavier until he starts to moan.

He touches the hem of your pants while looking at you and you nod to give him consent. He takes your pants off and starts massaging your left inner thigh, grabbing on your plushy skin and you instinctively spread your legs even more to make room for him. Your pussy aches from need right now and he can see that.

"Oh, baby. Your panties are soaked."

He groans at this view and slowly touches your folds over the panties. He hisses when he feels the slick through the fabric and looks at you with that same lustful and hungry gaze. You're so desperate to be touched you're trying to rub your pussy against his hand.

"So needy, princess. Do you want me to touch you?"

"Yes, please!"

"Mmm.. What a needy girl. Tell me, what do you want?"

"You. I need you, Armin. Please, touch me! Please please please!"

Your needy whines makes his cock so hard he feels his pants are going to burst. He moves your panties to the side and slips two fingers over your wet folds, groaning at the feeling.

"Fuck, baby. You're so fucking wet right now I can't. I need to taste you."

He kneels down and takes your panties off. He pulls you closer to him and buries his head between your thighs, starting to lick up and down slowly. You push your head back at the feeling of his tongue between your folds and moan. You need him to destroy you today. You wouldn't have it any other way.

"Armin.. Feels so good.."

"Mmm... You're so wet for me baby. Such a good girl. You taste so fucking good."

He starts giving kitten licks to your clit and you feel like you're losing your mind. You start to moan heavily so you cover your mouth with your hand. Looking up at you and seeing your aroused face makes Armin want to please you even more. He begins to suck at your sensitive clit and you lose it. You start to moan into your hand so loud but you don't care if anyone hears you anymore. He enters your hole with two fingers and keeps thrusting in and out of you until you feel the warmth in your tummy growing. You're on cloud 9 right now so you grab him by his blonde hair and start grinding on his face, desperately looking for release. That makes Armin moan with his face buried deep in your pussy, his mouth vibrating on your clit. You cum on his mouth, Armin licking you up and down to clean the mess you just made.

"You're doing so good. I need to feel you, baby. Do you think you can be a good girl and take it for me?"

"Yes, Armin. Please!"

He finally takes his pants off. When he pulls his boxers down, his hard cock slams his tummy. You stare at his hard member leaking with precum like a hungry animal and he notices.

"You like what you just did to me, princess?"

He positions himself between your legs again, puts your legs on either side of his hips and looks at you. He's so beautiful like this, naked and aroused, with his messy blonde hair and his blue eyes admiring you. You stop for a moment to look at each other and you can feel the adoration that's being shared between the two of you. His rosy cheeks and his sore lips makes you want to embrace him forever, with his toned muscles against your soft skin and his voice praising you until you melt.

"Ready, baby?" he asks and you wrap your arms around his torso, bringing him closer to you and giving him a deep kiss. He understand and starts entering you slowly, your slick and his saliva making it easy for his cock to push inside you. He starts picking a rhythm. Slow and deep at first.

"You're so wet, baby. I love it so much. Fuck."

Your moans grow in volume and he looks at you with satisfaction. His cold lustful gaze returns but you're too busy feeling it all to notice.

"Quiet, baby." he presses his lips to your ear while maintaining that slow deep pace. "You don't want anyone outside this office to hear your pretty moans, don't you?"

His breath on your ear and neck only makes it worse. Your pussy clenches around his cock.

"Ah, baby. You'd like that, wouldn't you? For them to know what Commander Arlert does to you behind closed doors?"

Something about his tone makes you keep clenching his cock and he groans. He puts your hands around his neck and secures your legs around his waist.

"Don't let go."

He sits up with you in his arms and his cock still inside you and he presses you hard against the wall for support. His thrusts feel deeper now. It feels like you have nowhere to escape. And God, you don't want that. You don't want any of this to end.

"Armin.."

"Yes, baby? Tell me." His tone is sweet and cold at the same time. Something about the way he controls the situation makes you want to beg for more and thank him like a puppy.

"Thank you, Armin! I.."

"Yes, baby?"

Thrust

"Tell me"

Thrust

"What is it?"

Thrust

Your moans are now uncontrollable.

"Can I cum? Please please please!"

Your question took him by surprise but it sure did send a shiver down his cock. You could feel his member twitch inside you.

"Yes, baby. Cum for me. You're such a good girl, taking my cock so well, baby!"

He thrust inside you even faster and harder than before. You can hear the sloppy sound of your act and the heavy breathing. You're pretty sure that if anyone is outside of the office door right now, they can hear everything too.

You cum hard on his twitching cock while he keeps the same deep and now faster pace and before you know, the warmth in your tummy grows for the 3d time today, making your eyes all watery and your vision blurry. You begin to moan without even trying to cover your mouth this time. You're so drunk on this feeling you don't care anymore. All you can do is moan his name desperately.

"Yes, baby! That's it! That's my good girl! Armin doesn't show any sign of wanting to let go except for his cock twitching hard inside you with every thrust.

"Armin, I love it. I love it, Armin! Please, don't stop! Please please please!"

"Anything for you, baby! That's it. You're doing so good, baby. Such a good girl!" he bites your earlobe and whines.

"Let them know who you belong to, baby" he whispers in your ear. "You're mine. All mine."

Thrust

"Mine."

Thrust

"Mine."

Thrust

"Mine."

Thrust

"Fucking mine."

Thrust

You start moaning louder and louder, which makes him go even harder on you. His name on your lips brings him closer to release. His moans become deeper. His heavy breaths come with little whines. You know he's close. The room is filled with the sound of your wet parts touching each other, your heavy breathing and loud moans and the sound of your ass hitting the wall with every thrust.

"Thank you, Armin. You're the best, baby! I love you so much! Thank you thank you thank you!" you begin to whine in his embrace and that sends him over the edge.

You can feel his cock pumping inside of you. His thrusts become sloppier. His moans louder. He fills you up while whining in your ear and that gives you your last release. Your pussy clenching his sensitive cock makes him groan and hiss against you. You think this is the most perfect view and sound in the world. There's nothing more beautiful than your Armin giving it all to you.

You remain in that position after your release to calm your breathing. He rests his forehead against yours until you both calm down. He kisses you and smiles. God, he's the most beautiful thing in the world.

He puts you down and kisses your sweaty forehead. All you want to do is suffocate him with all your love. You can't control yourself and cling to him, hugging his torso so tightly your boobs ache against his toned muscles. He chuckles and returns your embrace. You stay like that for a couple of seconds.

"Come on, baby! We need to clean ourselves. We made a mess here." he smiles at you and you melt again.

He takes some wet wipes from a drawer at his desk and starts cleaning you up. You do the same for him. After that, you hug him naked one more time.

"I love you so much, Armin!"

"I love you too, Y/N! I missed this."

"Me too. Though, do you think anyone heard us?"

"Obviously." he chuckles.

Your cheeks flush at that statement. He gives you a reassuring smile.

"Don't worry about it, baby. I'll take care of it."

"Ok.."

He gives you another soft and deep kiss and looks at you.

"Though, I have to admit. I want them all to know who this lady belongs to."

Oh, I love these pics. He begs to be suffocated with love, I swear.

P. S.

Omg I didn't expect this to become such a long writing session lol. But I very much enjoyed it. I hope you did too.

I'm seriously thinking to turn this into a hobby, lol. It was fun.

You can also find me on ao3 at Dragongirl7734

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plutolauvs · 2 years

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📁 ─────── ★ ARMIN ARLERT ❕ ⌒ ⌒ ❛ toxins ❜ armin a. x blk!reader oneshot summary ; you visit him, only to see his disaster-self hurt/comfort. tw ; cigarettes' + panic attack (( third pov ))

(( decided to randomly post this bc i haven't written shit that's been completed at the moment. )) ─── enjoy !

you sat next to him; head turned towards him for the vision to fuel the storm. the emotions continued to swirl, chaining your words to your throat. winds of worry gutted your stomach, and the view of him staring ahead with a jaded expression added onto the fire that burned your skin.

"armin," you called out; tone gentle like smoothing waves, yet it didn't dare shake despite the natural disaster. though his irises were unmoving with eyes widened subtly, the blinking were the only few things hinting at his heart pounding.

within your eyes he's slouched on the bed, and your heart can tell armin's adapted to the terrible position just as much as he's adapted to tragedy. your heart and mind can agree on the clear difference between the sad frown formed on your face and the dull frown ever-so light painted on his face. the inner of your eyebrows quirked upwards, expressing the displeasure of his act stemming from his mental state.

"armin," your voice emphasized with its volume higher to a small extent. while you kept from yourself, you hoped your cautious nature wouldn't fail him. the feeling of your teeth clenching along with the strong grip to the wrinkled covers built more tension clashing through your body.

though, a certain joy circuits through you while hearing the result of his name being called out. despite the stubbornness ever-so clear to you, your chest clings onto the bittersweet feeling once he let out a low sigh and tilt his head away from your figure. you observe his hand sliding under his pillow with sly, and you know why once the small box is clenched in his hands. his fingers worked to reveal a single cigarette out, and laid the box on his lap for his hand to sneak under his pillow again.

at least he responded. is all you could think before seeing a lighter. for his cigarette that's held up. and once it lit up, he dragged out smoke that added onto the aroma of nicotine filling the atmosphere.

with sluggish movement, his head tilted towards you. his irises flickered onto your expression before staring down. "yeah?" he rasped, before he took a deep breath with the cigarette pressed against his lips.

"please armin, tell me what the hell happened at school?" your pleas were processed within him whilst the smoke extracted from his chest. your urge for an answer out of concern was acknowledged; yet with that acknowledgement, came a mix of emotions that were expressed with a blow of smoke that continued to drag out.

silently, his head tilt away from your presence. after his cig pressed onto his lips again for the toxins to rot him, he voiced his reply with a lack of effort. "nothing much."

"please! armin you were cr—"

"fuck!" his nails pierced the skin of his thigh through the rough fabric of his jeans, "barely anything happened that was important!" armin's voice raised higher than your second plea. his loud desperation forced shivers through you once the snapping tone had faded. your gulp was heard before your bottom lip was tugged by your teeth; now your spirits sunk down lower with sickness layering and alarms banging.

"i'm— i didn't wanna press you, i'm sorry and all! i ju—"

"stopstopstopstop! i should be the one saying sorry!" his free hand forcefully grasped his strands. rapid breaths so heavy huffed out with the harsh shakes pulsing through his body. his two fingers that held the cigarette pressed harsher and the color of red whipped onto his skin.

"no. no. no. no. no. no. no..."

—it's all you hear and continue to hear as the cigarette makes his way onto his lips again. his attempts are poor and urgent, yet they're successful as the chemicals are held into his lungs and flowed out by a wavering sigh. the sound of his foot tapping the floor repeats by his trembling leg springing up and down. the water in his eyes shimmered in dim light, quietly on the edge of dripping down to coat his heating face.

"it's me. i'm here, 'kay? call me when you need me. i'll be right outside of the room, min."

"i'm sorry. i'm sorry. i'm sorry. i'm sorry..."

his harsh gasp caught air in his throat, choking him before a small whimper escaped. your irises strayed away, staring away from horror; "look, you're my best friend hun. even when you feel the whole world's against you, i'm here. even when you think i'm lyin'. because i... care for you," your light voice is taken in by him, and even if his comprehension is cracking down by the creeping dread choking him, he appreciated the words told in gentle tones.

and now, it was your time to leave his presence. even if it hurt; in the end you trusted him to beg, call, yell, out your name when he needed comfort.

the dried marks on your cheeks were felt, and the bump in your throat became smaller. you sniffled against your knees; arms continued to cuddle your legs, bringing security from the warmth your skin basked in. with your tears dried, your full focus was fully on the possible noise behind the wall your back touched.

your gasp lingered out, fading away in the process of hearing the door squeaking besides you.

after your head tilted towards the dragged noise, a choked breath was forced out of your chest once a body crashed onto yours. vibrations were present when a cold shiver breached through, giving tension that strained the muscles. yet an overwhelming sense of warmth cuddled you into ease when the realization struck you.

his arms, tightly embraced you, and his movement buried his head against your neck for the tears to press your lucid skin.

his weak, muddled mumbles resulted in your lips transitioning into a small smile. a hand reached for his back, rubbing it in a slow pace despite your low hums vocalizing unfamiliarity with this touch.

"i-i cried at school," he struggled out with a rasp, embarrassment completely forgotten whilst his gentle tone revealed the comfort given from your presence, "and i don't know why," armin halted, tilting his head for his lips to brush against your neck.

"but now you're here, and i'm going to help—"

"i love you."

your eyes widened, your swallow shoved through your throat; your body was tensing yet again, and the heavy pounds in your chest didn't help. your relaxed hand on his back paused; and within the quick silence, clashing emotions were felt.

the hands on your back pushed your body closer into his. "i'm so sorry. i'm sorry— i want... to help you. it's not fair. not fair for you. i'll do better. i need to be better. i'm a shitty friend, honestly. ha."

oh, phew. just friends! your thought appeared, light ease from a single word giving relaxation. but the thought didn't give a great distraction to the sadness that resulted in your smile radiating sadness by becoming weaker.

"i know you care for me a lot. don't push yourself 'min."

a small snort shot out of him, and a chuckle follow it before he guided his lips to your cheek. he continued to feel the warmth once a peck was given to your jawline as he enjoyed your trembles against his figure along with the giggles escaping from your smile. the droplets rushing onto your shoulder came to an end and a light grin on his expression was the beginning of something bittersweet.

"you push yourself when i tell you not to, so why shouldn't i push myself?"

your smile broke down, yet not low enough for a frown to be present. your answer to a statement framed as a question was silence. even without eyes staring into each other, the both of you felt the energy become sweeter and calmer.

"come on," after he started, you heard your name fall out from his voice, "i wanna watch a movie, please," he lazily added, before getting up. his arm reached out with clear intentions as he stood.

looking into his eyes, you... felt something. within the several seconds came hesitation that slowed your movements. but after the painful silence of internal doubt, your hand laid onto his, and the both of you had put an effort for you to stand up.

that's right. we're in this together.

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sparkywrites25 · 1 year

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Horizon

Summary: You and Armin sneak out of the compound and take in the sunset as talk turns to another sunset.

Pairing: Armin Arlert x Reader

“I’ve never seen Sasha look so happy,” Armin keeps his laugh quiet as you and he weave your way through the last of the trees on the hilltop. “She looked like she was going to pass out with joy.” Despite his efforts to contain his laughter, he’s still grinning, his soft blue eyes glimmering in the light that peeks through the gap in the trees.

“Course she did,” your chuckle is low as well. “We just told her she could have our portions of soup if she managed to get us some extra bread to take with us. As exchanges go, she’s coming out of this all right. I’m just glad she was willing to cover for us,” you continue, your breathing coming out in pants from your trek. You glance behind you. The training compound is shrouded by the trees.

“Yeah she’s pretty great,” Armin smiles. “I can’t imagine she feels that loyal to the Commandant’s rules though considering that she’s still on limited food privileges.”

The two of you finally walk out of the woodland, onto a cliff overlooking an enormous lake, shining amber and gold under the horizon of sunset. The sun is halfway disappearing behind the mountains beyond the lake. The air is warm against your already heated body from the climb. The pair of you move closer to the edge and sit yourselves down with your food packs and water cannisters.

“Wow,” you breathe, taking in the streaks of gold and orange overlapping over pale pink clouds that suggest a bright day tomorrow. The same kind of sunset as that day. You swallow back a wave of intense emotion as pain awakens in your chest. Your breathing hitches. For a moment you’re back there again, watching that demonic red face staring over the wall, dead expression in its eyes.

You hear your name being whispered and when you side-eye Armin, he’s frowning gently at you, one of his hands hovering over your shoulder. “You okay?”

You nod, even though it’s a lie and return your eyes to the sunset. You should look away so you can stop feeling like this; the way you’ve been doing at sunset for the past two years. Never looking at the horizon for too long because you’re afraid of what you might see.

“Sorry,” you find your voice after a number of seconds have gone by, “but it’s the first sunset I’ve really looked at since Shiganshina.”

“It’s okay,” Armin assures you. “I get it. It was beautiful that day, wasn’t it?”

You nod again. “It shouldn’t be beautiful now. Not after everything we’ve lost, but it is. It’s not fair.”

Armin leaned back, hands planted on the ground with a soft sigh. “No, but I think that’s a good thing.”

“What do you mean?”

“If the world looked as bleak as it is, all the time, then no one would ever want to do anything,” Armin mused, drawing your attention to him again. “No one would be inspired to keep trying for better things,” he continued. You watch the way the colours of sunset pass over his face, lighting up his eyes like candles. His golden hair shone under the light and you reach up to touch it. You stop yourself before he can notice and quickly turn away from him. Don’t be stupid.

How can he think like that, at our age? You wonder. How can he be this wise, this objective, when he’s lost so much too?

In the floating wispy pink clouds, you think you can see them - the faces of your mother and sister as they were stopped from boarding the ferry, as they watched you being taken to safety away from them. You avert your eyes again.

“I can’t think like that,” you whisper, bringing your knees to your chest and hugging them. “It hurts to look at this,” you confess. “Everything hurts. Training hurts. I’m so weak. Sometimes I think that someone like me shouldn’t be wasting the military’s time.”

“You’re not the only one who thinks like that,” Armin pauses only for a short time before he speaks. As you look at him again, he offers you a comforting smile. “I’m not exactly cut out for all the physical stuff either,” he muses. “I’m not as driven as Eren or as strong as Mikasa.”

“No one’s as strong as Mikasa,” you mumble with a weak smile at him.

He chuckles. “Yeah that’s probably true. No. It definitely is.”

You both fall silent and resume looking at the sunset. It still hurts but Armin’s words help to occupy your mind as you gather your thoughts, thinking over training. You and Armin are always at the back in the endurance runs. You spend most of hand-to-hand combat training picking yourself up off the floor. You’re decent on horseback and you manage well enough on odm gear. The aptitude test gave you a false sense of your own overall skill, you think. Even in the classroom, you’re average at best. Not like Armin whose brilliance shines through there. He grasps ideas and formations like he’s drinking water; he just takes it all in.

“You’re a strategist,” you finally tell Armin after almost ten minutes of quiet reflection have passed. “The military needs people like that.” You cross your arms across your kneecaps and lean your chin on them. “You’re so clever. They need people like you.”

“You think?” There’s no false modesty in Armin’s tone as he asks you that. He’s genuinely surprised. You can hear it in the uncertain innocence he emits.

You give him a firm, smiling nod. “Of course.”

“Thanks.”

“And I’m not just saying that either,” you add hastily. “I mean it, Armin.”

“I know!” Armin’s eyes blow up as he leans in insistently. “I know! You’re a very honest person.”

The grips of your hands on your kneecaps grows stronger. You can’t help but question his words. How honest can you really consider yourself. “Am I really though? I’m honest with other people, sure,” you agree. “But I’m not sure I’m being honest with myself at all, about this.”

“Why do you say that?” Armin’s brow furrows thoughtfully.

Your fingers drum on your knees. “Well, I-I know I’m rubbish at all this,” and when you say that, you jerk your head in the direction you and Armin came from, “and yet I’m still doing it. If I haven’t got a talent to offer the military, wouldn’t the honest thing be to just leave? Stop wasting everyone’s time? Maybe I’d do better as a medic.”

Armin shuffles a little closer to him and it confuses you to see that he’s smiling a little. “I don’t think that it’s that simple. Do you want to leave and go into medical? There’s no shame in dropping out and choosing something else.”

You know how you feel as soon as he says the words. “No.” Your answer follows instantly. “No. I’ve always wanted to join the military. I don’t think I could sit by as a civilian. I have to be a soldier. I just know that deep down.”

“My grandfather talked about that feeling,” Armin recalls, stretching his legs further out ahead of him, his feels close to the edge of the cliff. “He said it was a calling.”

“A calling,” you muse.

“Like someone calling your name, only instead of a person, it’s what you want to do, what you need to do.”

Your eyes roam over the horizon again, watching the luminous golds begin to disappear as a weighty dusk begins to press down on the world quietly inch by inch. The sun sends up some defiant rays and you’re reminded of outstretched arms trying to haul themselves out of titan mouths. Your stomach burns with resolve. I can’t just stand by and not contribute something. It may not be much in the end but it’s got to be better than not doing anything.

“I like that,” you decide, smiling thinly. “Makes it sound like I actually know what I’m doing.”

Armin’s laugh was quiet, delicate even. Very much like the boy himself. You’ve always liked that about him, ever since you knew him back home. You like that he’s not the rough and tumble type. You like that he reads, and you really like listening to him talk about the books that he’s read. Sometimes it makes him sad, knowing that those books are all the way back in Shiganshina now, probably smushed. Your heart aches for him when you see that hurt.

“I don’t think any of us really know, so don’t worry,” he remarks, giving you one of his bright, beautiful smiles, his words pulling you out of your musings. “And you know,” he says your name softly, “it’s okay to just be a soldier and do your duty with all that you have. You might not know what your talent is yet but you have it. Something shifts in his tone of voice, a kind of resigned sadness. “I’ve spent most of my childhood getting beat up by bullies. Eren’s rushed in to help me so many times that I’ve lost count. Yet what have I done to balance the score? That’s what I keep wondering.”

You stare at your friend, amazed that he could hold that kind of admission behind such a beautiful, encouraging smile. It’s almost frightening how good he’s hidden it.

This time, when your hand lifts to find his, you don’t hesitate before squeezing his fingers. “Friendship doesn’t work like that.” You try and fill your voice with as much comfort and conviction as you can. “I’m sure Eren and Mikasa don’t see it that way.”

“No,” Armin agreed, some of the sorrow that shines in his eyes begins to vanish. “But that’s my point. You don’t need to stand out to make a difference here. We work together, as a unit. We can make each other stronger. Just like how Reiner helped Eren train for the aptitude test.

“Yeah,” you concede. “It’d be nice to become strong like them one day.” Turning your gaze towards the sunset again, you find a kind of solace in the slow meeting of light and dark, in the fading golden glows that you used to associate with that terrible day but now have in this moment with Armin and in the disappearing orange streaks of cloud. You can’t change the sky any more than you can control what happens to you. It’s a heavy thought, inspiring an even more sobering thought. “But if I’m not strong enough then at least I’ll get to see my family again and, and it;s not like I will be really leaving anyone behind.”

“Hey.” The word snaps out of Armin as his hand grips yours tightly. “Don’t talk like that. You’d be leaving me behind, you know?”

Startled, your eyes snap to his and shame fills your chest. You didn’t mean to sound so morbid and yet you can’t help but think of that. You’re alone now, without all your family, the people who would grieve you. You just didn’t think about Armin and you curse your own forgetfulness. You hear the words as he must have heard them and squeeze his hand. But, although you want to speak, to apologize, the words freeze in your throat and you hesitate.

“I’d really miss you,” Armin continues, his eyebrows coming together to form a golden line across his brow. “I can’t stand to think of you not being here so please don’t say that again, okay?”

You nod, glad for the opportunity for a non-verbal response. You shuffle a little closer to him and, instinctively, lean your head on his shoulder. He stiffens beneath you but only for a second. In another second, he leans his head on yours. You smile under the warm pressure and you clasp his hand between both of yours.

“I’m sorry, Armin. I didn’t mean it like that. I’d hate for you to not be here too. You’re really important to me.”

Even though Armin has his own circle of friends, he’s always made time for you and tried to include you. You’re not quite sure yourself on what’s held you back. Maybe it’s just not wanting to intrude on what he has with Eren and Mikasa. You were always afraid that people would think that you were trying to do that. It means a great deal that he’s still included you in his life even after the hell of Shiganshina’s fall, the refugee crisis and now starting military training.

“In fact,” you continue, the admission slipping out automatically, “it’s really selfish but I like that we both struggle with the physical stuff here. I don’t know… I guess… I guess I feel less alone.”

Armin’s fingers lace with yours. “It’s not selfish. Or if it is, I guess I’m selfish too.”

You stroke the back of Armin’s hand. “No, Armin,” you tell him in a whisper. ”You’re really not.”

Silence falls, once again, between you both as you watch daylight fade away, replaced gradually by a glorious blanket of stars and an enormous, silvery moon. Even as the air turns colder, you linger there under the beauty of night

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stanurines1mp · 1 year

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Wanting You

A decision to be made… A path to her life… Erika Smith found her answer. From Attack On Titan / Shingeki No Kyojin, An Armin Arlert x OC Story.

𝙖𝙪𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙧'𝙨 𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙚

𝙥𝙡𝙖𝙮𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩 𝔫𝔢𝔵𝔱 → 𝔪𝔞𝔰𝔱𝔢𝔯𝔩𝔦𝔰𝔱

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aquietjune · 2 years

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Princess and Prince of the Great Escape

A Post-Rumbling AruAni oneshot

Annie and Armin have their first date in a foreign city left untouched by the Rumbling. While she knows they should focus on having fun in the few hours they get to spend together in public, under the sun, Annie just can't stop worrying, as she is assailed by fears and too many emotions, and it seems that Armin is in a similar situation, seeing how his eyes go vacant from time to time.

They can’t really catch a break, can they?

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heliiacus · 1 month

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★ touch starved armin that sits a little too close to people, but not close enough to touch arm to arm

★ touch starved armin whose gaze lingers, from time to time, upon the touches his friends receive

★ touch starved armin who sleeps hugging a pillow, or a big plush toy he's had since childhood (it's a rabbit)

★ touch starved armin who rubs his thumb on his own arm when he tries to soothe himself, or across his own jaw

★ touch starved armin who wants to ask to sit closer or to hold your hand, as one friend to another friend, but does not dare for fear of being too much; he knows you are liberal with touch, that you hug and hold friends eagerly, but you two have not been friends for long - months, sure, long ones at that, but you are not eren, and you are not mikasa, and he simply does not dare

★ touch starved armin who nearly cries in public when you take his hand in his one sun-wrought day; who blinks his tears away and holds onto you tightly, fingers wrapped around your palm

★ touch starved armin who looks pained when he has to let go, though he does his best to hide it; cheeks tight and eyes tense to show you a smile that must exude nothing else but ease

★ touch starved armin who is far too translucent to you, far too obvious with the way he leans into the touch when you sit close enough to have your arm brush against his, whose eyes linger when you hug someone else within the group

★ touch starved armin who seems brittle to you, in his own unique way; you ask not why he hesitates this much, why he only seems at ease with few people, or why he lingers on the precipice far more eagerly than he were to ask someone to step closer

★ touch starved armin who clings to your hand when you decide to offer it again

★ touch starved armin whose palm is tight around your fingers, and yet so pleasantly warm

★ touch starved armin who looks at you with stars brimming upon his eyes when you tell him he could hold your hand whenever he wishes it; when you tell him, earnestly, that you mean it - that you don't want him to be shy around you

★ touch starved armin who looks up at you, eyes tinged in fear and a plea, each time he tugs at your sleeve gently; asking for your hand whenever the two of you (or the group of you) meet

★ touch starved armin who smiles quietly, and secretly, and contently each time you agree; turned away from you, fingers twined with yours - but you see it. you always do

★ touch starved armin who opens up little, and slow, and tentative; fingers playing with yours as you'd sit in the afternoon sun, watching his eyes flit flightily between you and all the corners of the room

★ touch starved armin who prefers to linger within hugs, but who never says a word about it

★ touch starved armin who admits to you, in no uncertain terms, that he feels an outsider in his own life; it is dark around you two, and the late spring crickets are chirping, and the cold bites at your skin with the sun not within your sight - and you listen, heart chipping, as he tells you he feels left out, and behind, and too sensitive for his own good

★ touch starved armin who tells you, in no uncertain terms, that he feels weak and incapable; undeserving of the closeness you offer others

★ touch starved armin who finds that if he were to allow it, he holds onto touch not with a gentle hold, but with claws, dull and untrained; who holds onto your shirt and back and neck as he cries into your hold, uninvited and unasked for and not needed but coveted, ardently and desperately

★ touch starved armin who gets the lecture of his lifetime; not just from you, who spends hours wiping the small tears upon the skin of his cheeks, but from his friends, too

★ touch starved armin who learns the difficulty of honesty; who learns the difficulty of blooming, slow and delicate, beneath the warm light of his friends peering down upon him, protective in this new, unknown to him way

★ touch starved armin who learns to ask

★ touch starved armin who greets his friends with hugs

★ touch starved armin who has his head scratched for the first time, and who promptly bursts into tears right after (nobody laughs, but he never lives it down)

★ touch starved armin who smiles brighter, jovial in ways that speak to you of something free and unbridled in his heart

★ touch starved armin who gains a reputation for a thief of hands during walks, and of pillows during sleepovers; and of hearts, too, in your case - though you don't say that part out loud

★ armin, with a love language of touch, who learns that to be loved is to see others, and to love is to see yourself

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jeankirsteinsgrlfrnd · 3 months

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NSFW Request:

I’d love to see Trans fem reader finally letting her boyfriend Armin touch her down there after feeling so insecure about it for ages!

pairing: armin arlert x transfem!reader

word count: 1.2k+

tw: body dysmorphia, insecurity, mention of sex, sliiight dirty talk, kissing, sort of smutty??

a/n: im not transgender myself and have not gone through any experiences you might have, so i tried my best to craft this as beautifully and thoughtfully as i could. this fic is mainly very sweet, lots of fluff from armin. please, please let me know if you like it!

18+ | MDNI | NSFW

armin was the best boyfriend you could have asked for, truly. he had the kindest soul you’d ever known and a certain type of patience you couldn’t quite grasp. no one had ever been this gentle with you or been so understanding. armin was a god-send, crafted meticulously by angels themselves.

you were proud of who you were. you felt no shame in being transgender and neither did armin. he was never embarrassed to be your partner; he was only ever infatuated with you and your femininity. he adored you from head to toe and he begged you to let him show you just how much. despite being mostly comfortable with yourself, there were still some lingering insecurities that couldn’t just be washed off at the end of a long day. you were just a girl, after all.

armin wasn’t pushy when it came to sex but you could tell just how bad he wanted you. it made you feel guilty. you wanted to be able to do this for him, to strip down naked, baring your body and soul for him to see. it was just hard. incessant worries flooded your brain every time you thought about the topic. would he still love me? what if he changes his mind?

the day you decided to show armin all of you was a day you’d never forget, even if you had tried to. the way he was unflinching at your naked body, eyes filled with lust and love, was still burned sharply in your mind to this day.

the day you took that next step was a lazy one. it was pouring rain and armin was off from work for the day. you two spent the day together, reveling in the company of one another from the safety of your couch. your legs were draped over his and you let out a sigh. it was blissful here in your own private slice of heaven. the sound of your exhale drew the attention of your lover.

“hmm, what is it?” armin asked, peeling his eyes away from whatever romcom was on the television and turned to face you. he squeezed your calf lovingly. the simple gesture was enough to let you know he was listening and that he was here.

“i’m just happy to spend the day with you.” you admitted, a slight smile tugging at the corner of your lips.

“i’ve never been so happy for a rainy day, either.” he softly smiled, his voice calm and sweet. armin was truly beautiful. the way his blond hair was just slightly a mess…it was captivating to look at. you found yourself falling into silence as you studied your boyfriend, the pitter patter of rain in the background. “what’s wrong, baby?” he questioned, hints of concern emerging through his voice.

“nothing,” you sighed and turned back to the movie. “nothing at all.”

“(y/n.)” armin’s voice changed from concern to a certain kind of demand. it was enough to make you turn back around to face him. “what’s bothering you?”

“i want you, armin.” you looked out at the window, afraid of making eye contact.

“you have me. i’m right here.” he raised an eyebrow, unsure of just what you were trying to get across.

“no, armin. i want you.” you repeated, your voice quieter the second time around. feelings of anxiety you’d tried to push away were now bubbling violently in the pit of your stomach, begging to be heard. you swallowed loudly.

armin’s face fell and it became too silent for your liking. the way he was looking at you now, you felt like you were already naked. you crossed your arms over your chest because you felt entirely too visible for your own liking. “you do?” he asked, voice just above a whisper. there was a twinge of excitement dripping from each word. he had been patient with you, understanding your hesitation of taking it another step farther. he was never able to ease your nerves, no matter how much he reassured you that it wouldn’t change anything and that he’d still love you, perhaps more if that was even possible. so, hearing those words from your mouth was a dream to him.

you nodded, biting your lip. questions raced through your mind so loud, so furiously that you almost didn’t hear what armin said next.

“you’re sure?” it was a question, tumbling out a little forceful. armin couldn’t mask his eagerness to feel you, to have you. nodding was the only thing you could do. he shook his head. “i need you to say it for me.” his eyes, blue and serious, were unshifting.

“i’m ready, armin.”

“if you want me to stop, you tell me to stop, alright?”

“okay.��

as armin positioned himself just over you, some of the anxiety turned into butterflies. his lips were against your neck now, soft, leaving little trails of kisses. “thank you,” his breath was hot against the side of your neck. “i’m going to make you feel good, okay?” armin’s voice was gentle and his hands were just the same, cruising along your curves. soft moans came from your mouth as he nibbled the sweet spot on your neck.

“armin.” your voice was hushed. he mumbled a ‘hmm?’ into your neck, hands sliding under your shirt. “i love you.” it was true, you loved him. and your love was enough to mask the deep rooted fears that once tore apart your brain.

armin pulled away from your neck, his face now inches from yours. he leaned in slowly and gently pressed his sweet, pink lips to yours. “and i love you.” he murmured, going in for yet another. his hands wandered down away from your chest to your waistband. you could feel his fingers teasing you. “do you want me to touch you?” he asked, the same gentleness still there, now just with a hint of hunger.

“please.” you didn’t need to say anything more. armin left another tender kiss as a response. he sat back as his fingers fumbled with the button of your pants. you couldn’t take your eyes off of him. you raised your hips, allowing him to slide your pants down. left in your underwear, you felt vulnerable. part of you wanted to squeeze your legs shut and curl into a ball, shielding yourself from his prying eyes. then, you felt one hand on your hip and another pressing against the front of your laced underwear. swallowing, you looked up at armin with wide eyes. his face didn’t change, waiting for you to say something, to encourage him or stop him.

“tell me to stop, (y/n.) tell me if you don’t want this.” his voice was husky. you could see he didn’t want you to turn him away, the lust in his eyes all to prevalent. there was an insatiable hunger.

“touch me, armin.” you pleaded, words dripping with anticipation. his hands were warm against your skin, soft and making goosebumps appear on your stomach. you knew you had made the right decision in giving yourself to armin from the way he was touching you. the carefulness, the hesitation in his hands. he wanted to devour you whole but he was restraining, just for his poor, sweet, girlfriend.

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softeninglooks · 2 years

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attack on titan | here’s to dreams

they deserve all the happiness in the world 🥺

There it is. Glistening under the showers of bright sunlight, bluer than anything they’ve ever seen. Crystal clear, lapping the sandy shore in a peaceful flow back and forth, ceaselessly humming its melody of murmurs for whoever would be willing to lend their ear to its soft tune. Infinite, reaching out to the horizon. The sea. Armin had dreamed of the day he would see it; and now, there it is. Right before their eyes, within their reach, big and blue and free from any limit. The sea.

But Armin doesn’t get much time to indulge in the melancholy surge of joy that pierces through his heart—watching the sea, alongside his best friends, is no time for solitary contemplation. Rather, the grin that lights up his features is just as bright as the glimmering waves that wash over his feet, leaving a cool imprint upon his warm skin. Mikasa and Eren smile back at him, their feet equally plunged beneath the surface of the sea, and the only thing that manages to break this unspoken connection—too deep and strong between the three teenagers to be understood by anyone else—is the sudden cry that comes from the rest of their comrades:

“Ugh! What the hell is this?” Jean’s body is shaken by a fit of coughing, the boy’s dripping cupped hands giving out enough information to guess what just happened. “Why the fuck is this water salty?! That shit’s undrinkable!”

“Wait, really?” Conny is about to try the experiment himself, but Armin is quick to interfere:

“Wait, don’t! It really is not drinkable. It’s salt water! You get salt out of it,“ he explains with a sorry smile, preventing his comrade from giving it another go.

“Huh? Salt water? How’s that even possible…” Jean mutters, wiping his tongue on the exposed skin of his forearm while suspiciously eyeing the water down below.

“Everything’s possible outside the walls, right, Armin?” Eren replies, beaming, and all those things the blond boy had once told him about with stars in his eyes come flooding back from beneath years of yearning for revenge and eagerness to fight. There’s nothing quite so beautiful as the smiles on the faces of those we love most—those who stick with us through thick and thin, until the end of the world.

“Yes!” Armin confirms excitedly, remembering word for word what he had said to Eren back then. “Water that glows like fire. Fields of ice. Giant rocks that take days to climb… The world must be full of wonders.”

“I hope they don’t all try to kill you like that salty water…,” Jean adds sulkily, but his features bare the traces of a certain curiosity, too.

“First rule: don’t touch anything you’ve never seen before,” Captain Levi’s placid tone warns them from the shore, especially targeting Hanji, who’s picking up some kind of chiselled shell brought by the tide. “Careful, it might be dangerous.”

“What could it be…?” Hanji watches the object unknown to her with close attention, cheeks flushed from excitement as her fingers run over the glossy mineral it is composed of, trying to make sense of it. “It doesn’t look like anything I’ve seen before.”

“Proves my point,” Levi grunts back, still not venturing toward the water, though he does keep staring at it in awe as soon as everyone’s heads turn away from him, their gaze captured by the endless horizon expanding before them.

“Don’t you want to join us?” Hanji presses on cheerfully, disregarding the Captain’s wariness, and earns an exasperated sigh in response—however, Levi steps closer, inspecting a few other shells scattered in the sand. “See, they’re not doing anything!” She holds up her own shell, shimmering in the palm of her hand.

A little further away, knees deep in the water, the rest of the Scouts are not quite as meek as the Captain and the Commander. Having quickly adapted to this new bewildering environment, discovering things they had never seen before as they go, Conny and Sasha’s energy radiates more ecstatically than ever before—save for that time the Scouts had been offered meat for dinner, which promptly led Sasha to losing her mind—, even dragging Jean along into their schemes. Before he knows it, his two other friends are grabbing him by the arms and waist, attempting to push him into the sea with a great deal of giggles.

“Get off me!” Jean is desperately trying to wriggle himself out of Conny and Sasha’s grip, all limbs struggling for a way out, which only ends up in the three of them losing their balance—with a loud splash, the trio is sent head first into the water, their bodies diving in entirely.

"You idiots!” A completely soaked Jean emerges from the water, gasping for air, while Conny and Sasha are evidently having a hard time to both breathe and laugh at the same time; even Levi cracks an imperceptible smile from behind Hanji, who doesn’t refrain from chuckling at the teenagers’ misbehaviour. In the end, Jean also gives in, letting out a chuckle in spite of his reproachful glance at Conny and Sasha as he runs a hand through his wet hair. Nevertheless, he won’t surrender so soon. “You’re going to pay!” Jean yells, suddenly tackling his friends, which sends the pair flying back into the water.

But Jean’s evil laughter doesn’t get much time to assert his victory either—Eren, creeping in from behind Jean’s back, has been carefully plotting his coup.

“You didn’t see that coming, did you?” the brunet boy exclaims triumphantly, making Jean topple over with a shriek of surprise.

“At this rate, they’re going to drown themselves,” Levi observes calmly, watching from afar all the racket going on in the sea.

Hanji spares a glance at the Captain after a few second’s silence, a nostalgic smiling hanging over her face. “They deserve a little fun.”

And, indeed, the group’s screams and laughter fill the maritime wind with unconstrained light-heartedness, rising toward the sky—something they haven’t felt in days, or even months. Right now, they’re nothing but teenagers, mischievous, foolish, and happy teenagers, who don’t care about a thing in the world but who’s going to duck under water next.

“You were right, Armin.” Mikasa says kindly, turning to Armin, and her dark eyes shining with emotion she can’t hold back. “The sea is beautiful.”

Armin can only nod back, smiling so hard that tears begin to blur his vision—smiling so hard he feels like his chest will be torn into pieces from the breath of happiness he gets from watching his dream come true, surrounded by the people who mean to him just as much, and even more, than the sea itself. They’ve made it this far. Eren, Mikasa, Jean, Conny, Sasha, Hanji, Levi—and Erwin, who must be looking down on them with pride like no other. And there is the sea.

“Hey, guys? Let’s get stuck in these good times forever.”

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dunbonnets · 3 months

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SONJA SMITH & ARMIN ARLERT

my dreams are only of the sea, of freedom, and of you. but mostly you. so much you.

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porcalinecunt · 2 months

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𝐆𝐎𝐎𝐃 𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐋𝐄 𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐋. ♡

🎀 ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ thinking about aot men who’d be the softest doms ever . . .

·˚ ◌༘͙[featuring] ! ˊ 𝐉𝐄𝐀𝐍 𝐊𝐈𝐑𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐈𝐍, 𝐄𝐑𝐖𝐈𝐍 𝐒𝐌𝐈𝐓𝐇, 𝐋𝐄𝐕𝐈 𝐀𝐂𝐊𝐄𝐑𝐌𝐀𝐍, 𝐀𝐑𝐌𝐈𝐍 𝐀𝐑𝐋𝐎𝐓

cw — fem!reader. size kink (erwin) body worship (jean, levi) praise kink. lots of breedings. edging, fingering, some nipple play (levi) sub!armin (implied)

◛⑅·˚ ༘ ♡ author’s note! : hi hi! it’s been a while since i made an actual post here. apologies! life got busy, but i finally have time to make fics again :D there might be some changes on this account but we’ll see! anyways, please enjoy and feedback is welcomed! 🤍

➸ jean kirstien.

he’s already so much of a sweetheart, so it’s not shock he’s carry that to the bedroom. he’s needy but slow, as it’d be way too easy to accidentally hurt you. the size difference aroused yet made him a bit nervous. (the first time was quite a hassle!) nonetheless, jean gave you the fuckin’ princess treatment every time the both of you would get intimate. kissing every inch of your body while caressing your hips with his large hands. he’d gently lay your down, not pulling away from the sloppy kiss the two of you are engaging in. did i mention that this man is huge? he adores watching you struggle to take him completely, squirming and whining as he stretches your smaller cunny inch by inch.

“j-jean..’s too big!” you whined, watching through glassy eyes as your boyfriend hovered over you, sinking himself deeper and deeper into your weeping cunt. your legs twitch in a failing attempt to keep them open, something jean would immediately notice. “does it hurt babe?” he asked in a groan, hazel eyes carving holes into yours through hooded lids. you could only shake your head as he took it as a confirmation to bottom himself out. your eyes rolled to your brain and your jaw went slack as jean watched in awe. “look at you..taking it so well f’me.” he sighed, slowly beginning to pump you full as ecstasy filled your senses. the only thing you could hear were jean’s sweet praises, telling you how much of a good little girl you were for taking him so well and patiently. your head grew hot as the feeling of his dick stuffing you full began to overwhelm you. “good little girl, always taking my dick so well..fuck you’re so cute!”

➸ erwin smith.

oh my god. erwin. what more can i say, he’s a gentleman in bed! anything you ask for, he will do without hesitation. want him to knock you up? done. want some head? he’s already on his knees. sad after a rough day? he’ll stuff your cunny full until your filled n happy. anything your heart desires, he’ll give it to you with all the adoration he has for you. ♡ even better when you realize how big he is. how he can easily pick you up and fuck you silly in mid air if he really wanted to. even better, how massive his fucking dick is, enough to make your mouth water just by the thought of it.

“e-erwin!” you whined, watching your husband’s face as he stared down at you. a gaze full of softness and love, a stark contrast to how he was treating you. a smile to his wife while fucking her slutty pussy like an attention deprived whore. “how did i get so lucky? what did i do to deserve such a beautiful girl as my wife..” he breathily chuckled, fucking into you at a slightly faster pace. erwin started down at you, from your flustered smile to your breasts and stuffed cunt, every last detail on you brought him closer to the edge. “good girl..my good girl. you deserve every inch i give you..”

➸ levi ackerman.

contrary to popular belief, levi isn’t the mean and rough dom many make him out to be (still adore that levi tho!) but rather, a gentle and passionate type of dom. he’s not the most romantic, but oh boy, when he is..buckle up. this man will treat you like your his final meal on death row, savoring every inch of flesh you have on your body. kissing you from your lips to your clit, muttering sweet nothings while pumping his slender fingers inside your cunny. he sings his praises when he’s balls deep in you, calling you names like ‘princess’ and ‘darling’, anything that fills your stomach with butterflies if its not his cock. your legs are already trembling from his voice alone, not helping the fact his groans are fuckin’ perfection.

“settle down princess, i barely did a thing.” levi carassed your breast with one hand while finger fucking you with the other. all he needed was two fingers and his wrist as he flicked it with a quickened pace that almost forced your thighs shut from shock and pleasure. while your mouth was closed, tiny whines still manage to spill through as your husband’s thumb moved it’s way to your clit, adding to the overstimulation. with his other hand, he tugged and played with your nipple while letting go just to take a gentle squeeze to your whole breast. you’re thighs shook as your orgasms reaches closer and you grabbed the coller of levi’s loose shirt for support. “‘s becoming too much princess? you wanna cum all over my fingers?” he spoke in a gentle and low tone, making you nod eagerly to his question. “How cute, shit—if only I could do this everyday.”

➸ armin arlot.

armin armin armeeen! <3 you already know what kind of man he is. his partner’s pleasure is a priority he takes very seriously, from letting you choose the position to making sure you orgasm first before he spills his seed inside you. he gives you princess treatment even after sex, not letting up until you knock out from exhaustion. he fucks you like your a goddess, hitting every sensitive spot in your while singing his praises. he wants, no, needs to see you cum around his cock as it’ll make the night worth it. he won’t lie, seeing you whimpering and shamelessly getting off to him servicing you never fails to push him over the edge and nearly fuck a baby in you. this man is a keeper!

“t-this good enough for you..?” armin sighed, watching you take in his dick inch by inch until you’ve completely sat down on it. “y-yeah..fuck you’re huge..!” you whined out, grabbed his thighs and trying your best to move while the overwhelming pleasure had you shaking. the blonde placed his hands on the plush of your hips, firmly holding it as he lifted you up from his cock before slamming you back down on it. a yelp tore from your throat, nails digging into the flesh of his thigh and your eyes screwed shut from the sharp pleasure. “right there! armin fuck..!” you mewl as he guided your hips, slamming his cock in and out of you at the pace you desired the most. his blue eyes peered through his bangs as he grew redder and redder from the expression you wore so beautifully. mouth parted open in an ‘o’ shape with slightly arched eyebrows, pink washed over your face with red sitting right on your cheeks. fuck, he was insatiable. “yes..just like that love, just like you wanted. always taking it like the good girl you are. ♡”

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