#marcoarmin

[attackonmybankaccount]

All of a sudden I just became obsessed with Marco/Armin what is going on? Someone help me!

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Marco/Armin (Shingeki no Kyojin)

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[gaystby]

marco and armin should be a banned ship bc it would be too cute to be legal

maybe thats why i never see much fanart and stuff for it; bc its banned

is there like, an underground network of marcoarmin contraband content?

[freckledbodtsoldier]

(Ship meme) Marco and Armin

Who is louder?-Armin

Who is more experimental?-Armin

Who takes more risks?-Armin

Do they fuck or make love?-Make love

Lights on or off?-On

Who is more likely to be caught masturbating?-Marco

Who is more likely to suggest a threesome?-Both

Has either stolen the other’s underwear?-Possibly on accident.

Who comes first?-Armin

Who is better at oral and who prefers it?Marco’s better at it, but they both like it about the same.

Who is more submissive?-Armin, though it changes often between them.

Who usually initiates things?-Armin

Who is more sensitive?-Marco

Who has the most patience?-Marco

Which kinks do they share?Hair pulling, and scratches along their backs.

[yusaku-tenjo]

When Armin moved a second time, Marco moved with him. His hands held the small waist of the boy now straddling his lap. Armin's hands held loosely onto his shoulders as he leaned back against Marco's bent legs.

"I want you to be you too." Armin whispered. "I don't want you being someone else."

He did not know how, or even when, it happened. But looking at his friend, Armin knew he wanted it to be more than that. There was no explanation for it, none was needed. Not as the two leaned closer to each other, their eyes locked on each other, gentle blue meeting sharp amber.

This thing is turning out to be somewhat long so hey have part of it while I finish the rest.

[yusaku-tenjo]

Heads up I'm writing a Marco/Armin thing. Three Marco/Armin things. One's cute, one's smutty, and the other is angst.

[dates-at-the-zoo-blog]

SCREAMS AM I ALLOWED TO REQUEST MARMIN

OF COURSE YOU ARE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Rating: TWord Count: 339

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It's days like these that Armin treasures the most.

He loves the way the dust dances in the light streaming through the cracks in the blinds and lazily runs his fingers through them, watching them scatter. Behind him, Marco stirs and shifts just enough to throw his arm around his waist, groaning softly. "Do you know what time it is?"

"No," Armin laughs, reaching back to run his hand through dark hair, curling his fingers around Marco's neck. "Come on, the sunrise is lovely."

Marco makes a noncommittal grunt, squinting as he pulls himself up to rest his chin against Armin's shoulder, fingers tracing the knobs of his spine. "You're so skinny," he murmurs gently, kissing the back of his neck. "You should eat more."

"You say that every day," Armin replies simply, leaning back into Marco's touches, closing his eyes. "I want pancakes for breakfast."

"Pancakes it is then." Marco yawns, stretches, then rolls his way out of bed, the sheets clinging to his hips for a moment before pooling on the floor and Armin turns to watch as the other picks his way to the bathroom, taking care not to step on any of the clothes hastily shed last night. Armin notes smugly that there are faint red marks running down his bare and lets his eyes wander over the curves of Marco's body. "Hey, aren't you coming? Gotta brush our teeth before breakfast."

Armin slips out from underneath the covers, shivering slightly as the morning air hits his bare skin on his way to join Marco, snuggling up to him for warmth as he reaches for his toothbrush.

"If you're cold, go put on some clothes," Marco laughs, rinsing his mouth. As Armin's brushing, Marco pulls a clean shirt and wraps it around his shoulders, turning him about so he can button it. "You should take better care of yourself."

"I don't need to when I've got you," Armin murmurs softly, bending down for a kiss that tastes like spearmint. "You'll take care of me, right?"

[dates-at-the-zoo-blog]

IT HAD TO HAPPEN.

PS: I vote Marmin for the ship name.

Marco is gentle and kind and quiet. He shifts in the bed, rustling the sheets slightly, and Armin smiles, blinking sleepily. "Morning."

"Morning," he yawns, burrowing back into the covers. "Awfully early to be up, don't you think?"

Marco just shrugs and plants a kiss atop golden silk, laughing as Armin pulls him under the blankets for a much wanted morning snog, grinning when they finally pull away.

"I think you've got a new freckle," Armin murmurs, aimlessly trailing his fingers across Marco's bare shoulders. He stops, circling a small freckle by his collarbone. "This wasn't here before."

Marco just nods as Armin kisses it, readily falling back as the other climbs on top of him, hands lazy and curious. He presses their lips together again, this time a little more insistent, a little more playful, and loves the way Armin squirms as he tightens his hold around his thin waist.

"What other new freckles have you got?" Armin asks, a brilliant gleam in his eyes, and Marco just laughs.

"Why don't we find out?"