Naya

r/AITAH

u/oceanlvrguy

Hi, so I’m using a burner account because I (23M) don’t want people I know in real life to see this, but recently, my girlfriend (22M) has been been complaining about the interior decor of her bedroom and how she would prefer it more pastel. At first, I suggested getting people to paint it, but she turned it down, saying that was silly and wouldn’t do much.

So when she went on a weekend girl’s trip I decided to surprise her by painting it! I got pastel pink paint from the store as well as equipment and got to work, using the entire Saturday to paint her bedroom and the day after cleaning up. I also got new pastel yellow decor for her and replaced her desk and chair with similar tones! She likes the color so I was confident the color scheme I developed would be perfect for her taste.

Only, when she returned her face fell at the sight of the newly painted room and when I asked if she didn’t like it she relied with an “it’s pastel” and started asking me why I painted her room pink and replaced her decor with what’s she referred to as “bright and pale madness”.

At first, I was really confused as she’s mentioned wanting that a bit in the past weeks and I thought she would love it. After discussion and clearance though, it turns out she’s been saying she wants her room more pastoral. I had misheard and misunderstood.

Catboy Armin with the cutest blonde ears and fluffy tail that match the color of his hair. Small, pointy premolars that occasionally peek out between his teeth. His bright blue eyes that would water cutely and widen when he wanted you to come play with him. Paired with those sweet lips of his pouting, he always gets his way.

His tail would wrap around you whenever you’d cuddle, or just when he wants to feel closer to you. Loving when you’d play with it absentmindedly. His ears that would perk up immediately at the sound of your footsteps approaching the door when you’d get home were a huge fan of your scratches. Ecstatic to have your hands rubbing behind them lightly as he purred in content.

Belly rubs are his all time favorite, with him begging for them constantly. Having your palm placed on his belly as you rubbed in up-down or round motions made his muscles weak in the best way as he relaxed fully. Eyes fluttering, tongue lolling out, and throat purring, he was in heaven underneath your hands.

Thanks so much! I really love your work >.<

So sorry it took a while to get out but I do hope you enjoy it.

Clingy Armin

You were just adding some final ingredients to the dinner cooking on the stove when you heard the sound of the door opening and closing soon afterwards, the sound of clinking keys and shuffling shoes meeting your ears after. You smiled as you placed the lid of the pot, making your way to the living room where you’re met with the view of Armin draped on the couch, resting his head over the backrest of it with his hands kept his sides.

“Someone’s tired.” You say with a giggle as you approach him, standing over his head at the back of the couch as you bend to give him a kiss, his eyes opening as he smiles. “Long day at work. It seemed like it wasn’t gonna end.” He mutters, eyes following you as you rounded the couch to sit beside him, his hand immediately engulfing you in a hug and pulling you close.

“Well dinner’s almost up so you can freshen up and then we’ll eat.” You tell him after a short while and attempt get up, struggling with his hands as he held you even closer. “Let go, I have to check on the food!” You exclaim, with a laugh as he only hums and rests his head on your shoulder blade.

“Just stay.” He mumbles against your skin, and although you’d love to give in, you didn’t want to end up with burnt food, nothing to eat and even more cleanup. “We can cuddle later, not get up.” You amanged to break free, grabbing his hands and pulling him up as well as you turn him round and lightly push him towards your shared bedroom, heading to the kitchen yourself.

You were startled when you suddenly felt a pair of arms wrap themselves around your waist, but quickly relaxed when you realized it was just Armin. You’re standing at the counter as you chop up some green vegetables to add to your dinner.

As you finished up the food, adding the greens and turning off the stove, Armin tells you about his day after you asked. From the tension building up to pitching a proposal to some very important clients to delivering it. The last minutes changes his boss kept adding to a differing project they had going on and even the uncooperative nature of the coworker he was assigned to. The day just seemed to be out to get him.

“But I’m home with you now so it’s turned out great.” He smiles, watching as you plate the food, taking in the smell. “Your cooking’s Michelin level at the point.” He compliments.

“Why don’t you taste it first?” You chuckle as you both sat at the dinner table. Working less hours than Armin, you took up cooking dinner at times, with your cooking improving as the time passed. Though you don’t believe it’s as good as he always says it is.

You both finish dinner, Armin inhaling it as he waits impatiently for you to finish up. He quickly clears the table and does the dishes as he knows you take your time when doing the chores.

Within a few minutes he’s sweeping you off back to the couch as you cuddle against each other, a blanket draped over your legs as you half-mindedly watch a random movie, conversing with each other about whatever.

You let out a giggle as Armin randomly starts to scatter light kisses along your neck, moving to kiss all over your face before finally meeting your lips with a deep kiss. His hands moving down to find your hips as he pulls you even closer against him.

“Need you please.” He lets out airily, eagerly awaiting your approval for him to go further, and upon a nod from you, he sits up, moving to lay you down on the couch.

He kisses you again, tongue exploring your mouth and sucking on your tongue befor she pulls away. He starts to move lower, mumbling about how he needs you closer to him. He makes quick work of unclothing the lower half of your body, and then he’s squishing his face into your thighs.

He sighs in satisfaction at the feeling, pushing his face even deeper into your thighs as he starts to lather your inner thighs in kisses and licks. His teeth are lightly nibbling too, marking you up. After a few minutes of that, he moves up higher, his hands pushing your legs wider apart.

His tongue darts out and licks up from your dripping hole up to your clit, circling around it before it gets engulfed by his mouth. You let out pathetic noises of pleasure he so loves as he continues his ministrations.

As he plays with your clit, a finger of his sneaks up to tease your hole, barely pushing in before pulling it back out. He’s smiling against you as he hears your whines of complaint at his teasing, then finally gives in after some seconds. Your wetness gave an easy slide as he pushed the finger in, prodding around before starting to thrust slowly. His pace gradually quickens, but his mouth doesn’t slow on the pleasure he’s giving you.

Your toes are curling and eyes shut in pleasure as his mouth works wonders on you, with three fingers now thrusting into you with precise hits against your spot. You threw your head back, telling him how you’re close. He only hums against you, doubling his efforts and you’re letting go, cumming hard against his tongue and fingers.

He doesn’t stop his actions, continuing through your orgasm till you’re tugging at his hair, trying to pull him away as the overstimulation overwhelms you.

He pulls back up, but only to undress himself completely and take off your top with eager movements. His eyes run over your body appreciatively, muttering a compliment before his hand reaches down to his dick. He wraps his fingers around the length, stroking slowly with panting breaths then moving closer to you.

He teases your pussy with his tip before finally sinking in, too impatient and horny, letting out a breathy whine that harmonized with your own soft whimpers.

He stills for a minute but then starts to move shortly after, dragging his cock out of your warmth before pushing back in.

He keeps a steady pace, letting you both bathe in the sensations. One of his hands moves down to your waist, holding onto you with a firm grip as the other supports his weight through his thrusting. He leans further down to bury his face in your neck, inhaling as he lathers kisses between the sounds he sputters out, loving the sounds you let out.

As he keeps up, he lets out a satisfied sigh when he feels your legs move up to wrap around him, your hands finding his back and decorating it with scratches. He loves it, having you so close to him like this. Your head thrown back, eyes rolling in pleasure, mouth open with those pretty moans being let out, and your back arching. All while he holds you close.

Nothing could beat this for him. Having you in his arms this way, It’s pure bliss.

You don’t last long, cumming around his cock with your head thrown back and eyes shut, letting out a silent keen. The sight of your pleased face and having you so close like this makes him follow shortly after, whimpering as he rides out your orgasms.

He maneuvers to lay back on the couch with you on him without pulling out, panting against each other as time ticked away.

In Armin’s eyes, you are the epitome of beauty. If asked, he wouldn’t be able to place his favorite feature of yours, he just loved them all. Your bright smile, especially when paired with that captivating laughter, your eyes which sparkle with what he can only describe as twinkling stars, because you were just ethereal like that to him. He adores them all, he adores you.

If only he was brave enough to tell you that, to express just how strongly he feels towards you. Rather than always appreciating you from a distance and yearning like a pathetic man. The sad reality is he is a pathetic man, one lost in love for you.

He can’t even come up to you, stand before you, much less form words and exchange them with you. When his daydreams comprise of that, talking with you, maybe even making you laugh. He would give anything to have you smile at him, to be the cause of your happiness.

Alas, he is only able to see you living your life blissfully unaware of his pinning, watching you with dreamy eyes as you converse with others or do your own thing in class and around campus.

“You’re staring again.” The amused voice of Eren pointed out from where he sat beside Armin. The pair were meant to be studying, Armin having to physically drag Eren out of his dorm room to the library.

“What? No I’m not.” Armin lied, knowing very well his friend would not buy it. He looked down at the book he had previously been skimming through but was still paying it no mind. “Sure, and I actually aced that chem test.” He got as a snark reply, accompanied by an eye roll.

Armin’s eyes quickly darted to where you’re sat for a last look before looking to his friend.

At a table in the far left from where he sits, you look concentrated as you turn the page of a textbook he wonders the subject of.

“C’mon man, if you like her that much just go up to her and try your luck, the worse she can say is no.” Eren shrugged, pushing aside his books to rest his hands on the table, giving Armin his full attention.

“I can think of a ton of worse things that she can say or do right off the top of my head. And I doubt she’d ever even give me the time of day to talk to her, much less a chance.” Armin muttered, pushing his glasses up his nose bridge.

“You miss all of the shots you don’t take, and even if she were to subject you to nightmare level humiliation, people will laugh sure, but they’ll also forget about it soon enough. And you’d be able to move on instead of constantly pinning over her like a lovestruck fool.” Eren told, tired of his blonde friend’s longing.

“You’re right… maybe I should try talking to her. But I don’t think I’ll be able to just walk up to her, maybe I should try texting her online?” Armin reasoned, his mind conjuring up ways that would give him good results but also minimal blow if things were to fallout.

“Oh no no no, no. Trust me, unless she’s the one who gives you her socials, you’d just be coming off as some weird, perverse guy who went through god knows what to get her socials and probably just wants to sleep with her.” The green-eyed ever supportive friend of his criticized, Armin’s shoulders fallen under the discouragement.

“Is it really that bad of an option?” He mused, eyebrows furrowing as he thought of another way. “I don’t know for a fact, but I like assume so.” Eren shrugged, a complete mirror to Armin’s turmoil.

“Well I can’t talk to her here in the library. I don’t want to bother her studying and I wouldn’t want to cause a commotion for when she rejects me. I’ll do so some other time.” Armin reasoned, or rather, stalled.

“And what time is that?” Eren groans out. Armin muttering out an “I don’t know.” After a short pause.

Eren let his head fall onto his arms on the table. “Sure man, sure.” His voice muffled voice sounded.

…

The next time Armin is to find you unoccupied comes soon enough, just a few days after his library talk with Eren. Although he spent the past days trying to build enough confidence to approach you time be, being faced with an opportunity instantly makes it all dissolve.

You looked very pretty, dressed casually as you typically did, yet it was so stylishly you. You’re sat on a bench under the shade of a tree, scrolling mindlessly on your phone. He guesses that you’re awaiting your next class.

With a deep breath and Eren’s encouring words replaying in his mind, he takes steps towards you, slow and nervous. Fighting with himself to not back away the multiple times he considers doing so before finally reaching you.

“Uhm hey.” He says, voice nervous and low you didn’t even hear him at first. Poor thing almost cried of embarrassment right that instant as he had to repeat himself with a louder tone. He successfully gained your attention then as you looked up at him. “Hi?”

Your voice sounded slightly confused yet still polite. It’s as though you were trying to decipher where you knew him from without coming off as mean, or maybe you were questioning why he had the audacity to walk up to you but decided to let him explain himself. He surely hoped it was the first.

“Do I know you?” You continued, watching him as he stands a few feet away from the bench, seemingly stuck in a hesitant silence.

“I don’t think so, I’m Armin, I share a few classes with you.” He breathed out, putting on a small smile in an attempt to not appear off-putting. He saw the moment your eyes lit up in recognition. “Oh yeah, I remember seeing you around. What’s up?” You spoke, voice more light than earlier, a smile forming on your lips. One that almost killed him right then and there.

“I know I may come off as a bit standoffish but I was hoping I could get your phone number?” He barely managed to say, using all of the will power he has to maintain conversation without turning into a stuttering mess.

“My number? Why?” You question, with a barely noticeable tilt of the head, and he considers just running off, giving up and starting the attempt at letting go of whatever feelings he has for you. But he wouldn’t be able to forgive himself if he did so, and he was finally talking to you!

“Honestly you’re very pretty, and if you don’t have a boyfriend I would love to get to know you?” He let out, pushing himself to get his intentions off his chest and out in the open. Like Eren had said, the earlier he would confess to you, the earlier he would start trying to move on were you to reject him.

It seems you were considering what he said over the few seconds you took to reply, your eyes drifting as you properly take him in. He prays in his heart that you decide he’s worthy enough to be given a chance.

“What did you say your name was again?” You ask, and at that moment he braces himself for it. The loud, embarrassing rejection that would have him laughed at and talked about for days. “Armin.” He quietly told you, eyes falling to the grassy ground.

“Armin.” You repeat, seemingly testing the name on your tongue. “Sure then, give me your phone.” You continue, making his eyes blow wide and his mind barely processing your words as he fumbled to retrieve his phone from his jeans pocket, unlock it, and hand it over to you.

He watches in disbelief as you key in your number, saving up your contact with your name. You give him a quick smile as you handed back the phone, his hand taking it with a slight tremor he hopes you don’t notice. The fact his fingers touched yours right now is something he chooses to dwell on later, not only to save face but to also maintain what’s left of his dignity.

“Text me.” You tell him, something simple yet it managed to alter his brain chemistry. “I have to get to my next class now, I’ll see you around.” You continue, and he manages a “Yeah, see you around.” Before he’s watching you walk away. Your figure getting farther with every step you take as he remained there, frozen in place, unable to believe everything that just happened was real.

However, of recent, you've been the main topic consuming his thoughts.

He couldn't place when exactly it was when the way he viewed you changed. You used to be just an acquaintance, someone his friends hung out with and in terms he did too. He always thought you were good looking, cute even, and smart, but that was it.

Not like now, with the view of you joking around with Sasha, body shaking as you laughed, unaware of his eyes fixated on you. It made him so hard he could barely function. His previous indifference towards you seemed like a myth with how much his mind revolved around you now.

He always wondered, what would it be like to touch you? Run his hands all over your skin, feeling as you tingled with suspense for more. How it would feel were he to grope you. Your hips, ass, boobs, all of you. Grab you, play with you.

Hi, I’m Armin and my parents were secretly killed by the government for trying to escape the walls that confined our nation. Then I lived with my grandfather until he, alongside thousands of others, was sent out by the government to essentially be massacred in a sorry attempt to save us all. I brought the bowl.

Hi, I’m Mikasa and when I was younger some criminals broke into my home and tried to kidnap me. While trying to protect my mother and I my father got killed by them and then my mom after when she tried to protect me. I was then kidnapped and almost sold but I managed to make it out alive although I had to witness Eren kill two of them and then killed one myself. I was then adopted by Eren’s parents… oh and I brought the gummy worms.

Hi, I’m Eren and when I was a kid Mikasa and I had to watch my mom get eaten alive while being unable to do anything else we would also get eaten alive. And I had to live in wonder for years of what had happened to my father who mysteriously disappeared. Only to later find out that I had been the one who killed him. I brought licorice.

Hi, I’m Levi, I had to watch my mom slowly die in the room of the brothel she worked at while being a malnutritioned dying child myself, being unable to do anything. Then I got taken in by my psychotic uncle who abandoned me a months later to fend for myself on the streets growing up. After joining the military to avoid arrest I had to stumble upon the scene of my childhood bestfriends, whom I grew up on the streets together with, having been brutally murdered and again, being unable to do anything. I brought the teabags.

Loser!Armin was a stuttering mess when you approached him, asking why he was sat drinking alone in a corner when all your other friends were having fun at the party. You knew it wasn’t his typical atmosphere, but just couldn’t resist poking fun at him.

Loser!Armin let himself get dragged to the dance floor by you, knowing you wouldn’t give up were he to refuse. And shamefully, he got hard just from you dancing with him, nothing too vulgar either, just some sways and light grinding. His eyes were blown wide and when he couldn’t take it he made up the excuse of having to use the bathroom, but you saw right through him.

Loser!Armin’s jaw almost dropped to the ground when you had offered to help him take care of his problem, grabbing his hand and leading him to the first empty bedroom you could find. Pushing him against the door as you began to kiss him, he could barely keep up.

Loser!Armin had to pinch himself to see if this was all actually happening and he wasn’t dreaming like he tended to about you. He was assured the moment was real and almost came just from the sight of you getting on your knees before him from where he sat on the edge of the bed. The sight of your hands undoing his belt was enough to fully send him into a spiral.

Loser!Armin had to put his hand to his mouth to block away the pathetic sounds he kept letting out, but had to take it away when you told him you wanted to hear his noises. You had only been stroking him, and when you finally licked a stripe up his length, he was close to losing it.

Loser!Armin didn’t even last a minute when you took him into your mouth, sucking his dick as he threw his head back in pleasure, whimpering and moaning loudly. Good thing the music of the party is as loud as it is. He came with a pathethic moan, his eyes seeing stars as he almost lost it when you kept going, overstimulating him.

Loser!Armin whose breath hitched when you got up and began undressing, smiling down at him as you told him it was time to return the favour.

The AOT boys’ toxic traits in a relationship

Armin

Armin would constantly compare himself to others. Whether it be their looks, how sociable or outgoing they are, but especially if they were smarter than him.

He would nitpick at his own flaws, in such a way that you feel bad, almost like he was making you pity him. But if you tried to show him sympathy or make him feel better, it would always go one of two ways.

The first would be him lightening up, being happy as you succeed to actually make him feel better of himself. That typically occurred when he purposely does it, but you didn’t know that.

The second reaction he could have was the opposite of the first, he would read your actions as insulting, nothing but you pitying him and looking down on him. It was on those days when his insecurities flared, when he subconsciously brought himself down.

Although you would only be trying to make him feel better, he’d end up worse, on occasion even storming out on you, leaving you to feel bad. However, he always came back with a soft tone and an apology, telling you how it was him and not you.

“I don’t know, I just feel like he would’ve been better suited for the position they gave me. He’s more qualified in my opinion, I’m pretty much good for nothing. I don’t even know why you’re still with me.”

Jean

Jean would see you as competition. Mostly, he’d be the image of a perfect boyfriend to you, caring, respectful, and all that. But on certain days he couldn’t help but be jealous of you.

When you got a job promotion, when you started gaining more attention on your social media platforms, it made him green eyed with envy.

His rational side would celebrate with you, appreciate your successes, but that other side would wish you hadn’t gotten all those things, shamefully wishing it for himself instead.

And although he thinks he’s good at hiding it, it shows through occasionally. When he would send dry text replies, tell you he was tired when you made attempts to converse with him in person, do things he knows would make you angry, even mentioning his achievements to try and downplay yours. Just anything to make him feel he was the more competent one in the relationship.

“Oh, that’s nice I guess. But didn’t I get paid double that for the work I did last month? Are you not charging enough or are your services just not good enough for a higher pay?”

Eren

Eren would tend to get aggressive with you. Although he was mostly either indifferent or affectionate towards you in the relationship, there were the days he would let his emotions get the better of him.

He would never straight up get physical with you, no, but he still gave you the fear that he one day might.

Whether it be jealousy, anger towards another person, or anything thing that set his mood off enough would be put out on you.

He would speak to you with an icy glare, his tone sharp, and voice gradually rising. Even when you would try to calm him down he would only get worse, so you’ve learned to just leave him be when he gets like that.

After his haze, he makes some effort to show you more affection, his version of an apology with more hugs and kisses and gift giving, but never apologizing straight up.

“I don’t want to go out with you so just leave me alone okay? Go do something useful and stop being so damn clingy all the time!”

Connie

Connie would never take things seriously with you. He saw everything as a little bit of a joke, seeing the funny in even the most inappropriate times.

Although it doesn’t bother you on a good day, it tented to become an issue when you needed him to do or stop something and he would take it lightly.

Whether it be something he posted online that offended you, a comment he made that didn’t sit right with you, an action of his that made you uncomfortable, he would never correct himself when you ask him to.

He would always laugh it off, tell you how you were being too uptight, to loosen up and take a joke, that he doesn’t remember you being so humorless before you stared to date.

It hurt you, but even when you tried to communicate that he would shut it down. When you got sick of it is when he would finally apologize, albeit half-assed you would take it, deeming it better than nothing.

For the next few days to follow he would keep to his promise of being better, but gradually he’d fall right back, dragging you both into the same cycle all over again.

“How did me saying that in front of my friends equal me making fun of you? It was just a harmless joke and everyone knew that, well everyone except you that is. Just let it go and learn to take a joke.”

Making Armin do a plank till failure

You had seen the videos all over your TikTok feed, and you just knew you had to try it on your friend Armin. You texted him, managing to convince him to do the challenge. Telling him it was just to see how long he could hold up a plank position, harmless. After about ten minutes you received a video from him, opening it to find him getting into a plank position, the phone propped up in-front of his face while capturing his full body on the floor.

It started off easy, but after only a minute you can see him start to struggle, realizing this was not as easy as he had imagined it’d be. As the seconds increase, you bit you lip as he you hear him start to make sounds of struggles. His breath deepening as sweat formed on his forehead, dampening his blonde locks. His limbs began to shake slightly, a quiver to his lips.

He looks up to the camera, “This is a lot harder than I assumed it would be.” He tells you, chuckling lightly to mask his struggle though it came out shaky. He was now breathless, the sound of his deep inhales and exhales resonating in his room and into your ears. And then it happened. He let out a small whimper, one of struggle, but you didn’t care, you were getting exactly what you wanted.

As his shaky hands got worse the more time that passed, so did the sounds he made. A huge grin decorated your face as you heard him make those oh-so-sweet sounds, paired with the sight of his beautiful, beautiful face as he rose it up again to look into the camera. “I don’t think I can hold on any longer,” he shakily let out, more whimpers slipping past his lips, “I can’t anymore, it’s too much.” He tells you.

A few more seconds of hearing his sweet noises later, and he’s collapsing to the floor, heaving in breaths as he groans, his muscles aching. His hand reaches out and cuts the video. But you were able to catch a glimpse of his hair sticking to his sweaty forehead, his blue eyes slightly lidded as his lips remained parted, taking in deep inhales of air.

You return to the chat room to see his texts that followed after the video was sent, you weren’t bothered with them earlier.

Armin: This was a lot more difficult to do than I thought 😅

Armin: My body feels like it’s on fire

And your body was on fire too, just in a different way.