#i too would rail armin to the moon and back

[arminsumi]

if it makes you feel better jay i very much enjoyed the satoru/choso draft😭💋 i understand it wasn’t finished but you’re such a talented author i ate that shit UPPPPPPP

don’t even fret about embarrassment i’ve literally sent in public requests on how i want to rail armin to the moon and back we’re all friends here😚😚

LMAO u crack me up pls!! thank u sm rlly needed to hear this 🥹

today is a goofy day i had 2 cringe encounters while driving on the road that made me laugh until i went red in the face 💀

i will work on it and make it better i wanted to make the buildup to satoru/choso buying the toy longer hehe!! and add maybe a few sexting things before the actual smut smut with the reader

i'm just glad it was a mostly written fic and not a crackhead note like... LIKE THIS lmao if this would have been published i would be packing up 🚶‍♀️

[silversatoru]

Can we get Armin for 1 and 8 for smut please 🥺🧡

yes u can!!!! <333

smut #1 and #8: fav positions and their reaction to you wearing new lingerie and surprising them when they get home

armin arlert

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fav positions:

pls he literally just wants to feel close to you

he likes it when he’s sitting up and you’re on top and the two of you are facing each other while you ride him (lotus position)

he’ll gaze into your eyes and plant the softest kisses to your cheeks and your chest

the most intimate and sweet boy

he also likes when you’re underneath him and have your arms and legs wrapped around his torso

bonus points if your gripping his back hard enough to leave nail marks

+ hold him close and place tiny kisses to his neck and he will be over the fucking moon

spooning!!!! just cradling you in his arms while he rails you from behind,, even better if you twist your head back and give him a kiss every once in a while

he just loves you so much and loves to hold your body like it’s a treasure

reaction to you surprising him with lingerie:

“ah, what are you wearing?” his voice would practically be a squeak, his body freezing in the doorway when he got home from work.

“you don’t like it?” you’d pout, crossing your arms over your chest and scrunching your nose at him, “i’ll go change into something else, if you’d prefer that”.

“oh - no! no you look perfect, i just wasn’t expecting that,” he would stammer, his cheeks the deepest shade of red you’ve ever seen them.

you would have to make the first move because he is absolutely frozen in place as he takes in every curve of your body. he’d snap out of his trance after you press a quick kiss to his lips, a shy smile blossoming across his face as he wraps his arms around you and immediately carries you to the bedroom.

he’d set you down on the bed ever so gently before stripping himself of his shirt and climbing in next to you.

and armin always takes his time but he really drags out the foreplay this time, because as much as he wants to undress you, he’s relishing in the way the lingerie looks on your body. his eyes can’t get enough of how the lacy edges are resting perfectly against your breasts.

he’s mumbling over and over about how perfect you are, how you’re so beautiful, how he can’t believe that your his. and he means every word of it too, he looks at you as if you put the stars in the sky and he’s going to be reminiscing on this night for weeks.

[kkurainmyheart]

JEANPIKU WEEK DAY 2, FREEDOM

I had nothing for today, so I wrote it in 45min. English is not my first language so sorry for the inconvenience.

Here is the original link in Spanish. And below, the English version.

“What are you doing here?”

The hazy night hid the brilliance of the moon and stars. The girl walked trying to hide the limp in her left foot. She was wearing the same black suit from the morning but was barefoot. In the absence of an answer, she asked again.

"Jean, I'm talking to you. What are you doing here?”

The tall man in a suit who was leaning on the balcony railing overlooking the beautiful night garden turned to look at her. They were staying in an elegant house, now they were ambassadors sent on a peace mission to Paradis Island. The island that had once been Jean's home; where Marco had died, where he'd had his first time, where Sasha was buried, where his family still lived. A place that had been his refuge; Despite the dangers, of coexisting with the walls and the Titans, a place that had been their home. Today I couldn't call it that.

"I could ask you the same, I thought you should be in bed”

Jean looked at the girl's bandaged ankle that was exposed in front of the length of her skirt. Pieck approached him with difficulty and leaned beside him on the balcony, with one hand toying with the red flowers of the green creeper that hung majestically from the terrace while with the other she tried to control her long jet black locks that floated with the wind heading in multiple directions.

“I should, but I was lonely and insecure in these rooms as if at any time someone tried to end my life” she sighs.

Jean understood the sentiment very well. They stood in silence, staring at the glass door that led into the spacious living room; he could tell by the calm that his other companions were sleeping or devising ways to achieve peace, and by this last description he meant Armin. The ash blonde-haired man opened his suit jacket and pulled out a box of fine cigarettes from his inside pocket. Not only had the island changed, but he had also changed too, he was a finer and more elegant bastard now. He turned his amber eyes to Pieck's feet surreptitiously as he held the cigarette between his lips; He tried to light it with a match a couple of times. Regret came to him, it was his fault that she was injured. In the afternoon meeting, the one they had with Mikasa; Jean had been suddenly attacked by a bird. As crazy as it might sound, the crazed bird had pushed him back on his back until he ended up tripping and falling to the ground on something, not something, with Pieck. Her friend's ankle had hurt ever since.

"I want to go home," he suddenly said as he expelled the thick smoke from his lungs.

"I thought that during the whole trip here you said that this was your home, " she replied calmly as she stared at him.

Pieck extended her right arm and Jean handed her the cigar, he also gave her a taste; smoking had become routine between them.

"This doesn't feel like home anymore," he replied sadly, "the people here are no longer free."

He was silent gathering his thoughts, grateful that Pieck was still preoccupied with the cigarette and wasn't pressuring him to give a quick answer. Freedom, was he becoming Eren? Has this island ever been free? He couldn't answer with certainty, but he did feel free here. Now see the Yeagerista faction wielding power and sowing terror in the streets; see what the army had become, moving away from the teachings of Pixis, Niles, Shadis, and of course Hange and Erwin; even seeing how authoritative the queen Historia was made him sick to his stomach; He could understand why former Captain Levi didn't want to go back to this place.

"A kiss for your thoughts."

Jean laughed

"It's supposed to be a coin, Pieck."

"A kiss is more fun."

"Don't you think it's paradoxical?" Jean felt his mouth dry, he wet his lips with his tongue and continued “Eren destroyed the world for the freedom of the island, but now the world is free” he swallowed audibly “and the people of the island are subjected to the indiscriminate will of this new army, which follows the supposed teachings of Eren.”

“How intense!” Pieck laughed

The tall, handsome man bit his cheeks, frowning.

"Freedom is always going to be limited, " she said seriously. Her black eyes fell on Jean's amber eyes “even the freest government has leaders who limit them, even the freest person has limiting thoughts, so are we ever completely free?” She shifted her weight on her healthy ankle, with discomfort “I believe that we will only be free in death. So, until that happens, you must learn to be free with your limitations and try to enjoy your own kind of freedom to the fullest” She sighed “You have the freedom to decide to stay here and be limited by the Yeagerists or you have the freedom to go with us and be limited by your work as an ambassador. What do you want to do with your freedom, Jean?”

"Do I have another option?"

"I was going to propose to run away with me," she replied flirtatiously, " although you would have to carry me I have an injured ankle."

They both laughed. Jean walked to the corner where an elegant marble sculpture was located with the new symbol of Paradis's army, he extinguished what was left of the cigar against it. Then he walked over to Pieck and tenderly stroked her hair.

"I like talking to you," he said with a sincere smile on his face and bright eyes.

“I know!” She answered smugly.

Before Jean knew it, Pieck grabbed him by the shirt, closing the gap and kissing him on the cheek. He opened his eyes comically.

“what was that for?”

"I offered you a kiss for your thoughts. You gave me your thoughts, I gave you a kiss.”

"It doesn't work that way, Pieck."

"My saying, my rules." She made a subtle movement of the shoulders.

Jean watched as the brunette winced, guilt flooding him again. He suddenly took her in his arms.

“Go! I'll take you to bed!” starting to walk with her back inside the house.

"How daring Mr. Kirstein!" Pieck laughed coquettishly burying her face in the boy's neck.

"To your bed, Pieck."

"But will you stay with me?" His voice sounding muffled against the blond's white shirt.

“Perhaps”.