empty spaces ~ armin x reader

chapter ten // better than revenge

a/n: it took me FOREVER to write this chapter. when was someone going to tell me that writing smut is a lot of work????? anyways, i am very excited to present this chapter because it really shows every side of armin and the reader.  armin might be a manipulative, cunning, titty-sucking bitch, but he has his moments. :) 

!! mature content warning !!

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𝔂𝓸𝓾'𝓻𝓮 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓸𝓷𝓵𝔂 𝓸𝓷𝓮

𝔀𝓱𝓸'𝓼 𝓶𝓪𝓴𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓶𝓮 𝓬𝓸𝓶𝓮

𝓽𝓸 𝓶𝔂 𝓼𝓲𝓷𝓯𝓾𝓵 𝓼𝓮𝓷𝓼𝓮𝓼

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As I walked side by side with the boy who broke my heart I observed the stars. The night laid bare before us with a belly of glowing stars. The inky, midnight darkness bled through the streets as we strolled through them. There were no sounds except for the wind breathing down our necks.

"We're almost there," he said. The sudden realization of what was about to occur hit me like a blow to the chest.

I knew Armin better than anyone in the universe, but I had learned something new tonight. He was a sick, twisted creature, and we were more alike than I had previously thought.

We halted in front of a door on a quiet street just beyond the heart of the city. My feet ached from the long walk that I accomplished in heels. I was more than happy to throw myself on the lounge chair in his vast living quarters. Armin shuffled in after me and I listened to him fuss around with a lamp. Light-filled the room and I got a full picture of his life outside the Survey Corps. A stone fireplace lay on the furthest wall, but it looked as if it had never been used. Simple furniture decorated with soft pillows and blankets decorated the room. It was excessively cluttered to the point where my eyes widened as I surveyed the living area. Books scattered across the floor with their covers well worn and frayed. Papers scribbled with messy handwriting were strewn across the table that lay in the center. The visual reminded me of his cabin by the beach.

"You must entertain a lot," I joked as he hastily started shoving books beneath the sofa.

His cheeks were pink as he replied earnestly, "You're the only person I've had over besides Mikasa."

"That is quite the honor," I added and made my way over to his crouched position on the floor.

I rubbed my hand over his spine, mesmerized by the starchy fabric. He reacted quickly to the touch and whipped around, grabbing onto my wrist. His face was so serious that whatever playful comment I had died in my throat. His eyes softened as he watched me instinctively stiffen. I drank in his ocean blue eyes and sandy, unkempt hair. His composure had completely dissolved and he looked exactly as I had remembered in the airship.

"I can't get you out of my head," he whispered beneath his breath. His eyes were washing over me like I was the most fascinating enigma he had ever come across. He was tearing me apart without laying a finger upon me.

His mouth met mine like a ground-shattering collision. It rippled through my body like an earthquake before my common sense dissolved into dust. Every sinking feeling of resentment was muted by the pressure of his lips on my lips. He planted both hands on either side of my crouched stance so he was leaning over me. My hands wrapped themselves around the collar of his dress shirt, pulling him closer towards me. I was going mad from the softness of his kisses, it barely satiated the flame his touch sparked. When I tried to open his mouth wider he pulled away.

I blinked at him in confusion.

"I want to fuck you someplace more civilized than the floor," he answered my silent question.