#armin arlet

[lemmetreatya]

actor!armin who always plays innocent, helpful characters on screen but is a manipulative menace in real life.

when press conferences and interviews come around, he knows how to put on an act; sweet smiles, careful attention to younger children and their fumbled words, barely any contact when it comes to female colleagues. when fans catch him outside of the studio, he’s friendly and never shuns admirers away. actor!armin knows he has the whole thing down to a T and has never had to worry about his exposure of behind the scenes behaviour.

but when it comes to you, his most trusted fan site runner, actor!armin doesnt know what draws him to you.

you’re fucking crazy, he thinks — follow his press tour routes, know most of his family and friends on a personal level. hell, sometimes you post updates on schedules even he hasn’t found out yet

actor!armin wants to get rid of you; really and truly, because you make him feel a way about himself that no one else does. you seem to glorify him on a level he’d hate to attain. yes, actor!armin wants people to worship the ground he walks on, but you seem to worship his very being.

“don’t you have any family to fucking attend to? friends? a life?”

actor!armins cornered you around the block wall of the studio although hes due up on stage in 15 for the press release of his latest action film. all he wanted to do was take a quick smoke break, have a breather! but he couldn’t even have that as you too seem to be round the back too.

with a snort, you dont even mind the way he heaves a wad of spit near your foot. did he think that was going to push you away??

“what, you think i do this for free?” a sweet giggle leaves your mouth along with the wad of smoke you puff into his face. “your pa pays me too handsomely for me to walk away because simply because you told me to.”

actor!armin wheres a confused look on his face because actually yes, he did think you did this for free. now that he thinks about it, the fact you were being paid for this makes sense, but he just never thought that was the case. as you watch his face, you realise that too.

“you didnt know?! fuck, you’re more pathetic than i imagined.”

actor!armin doesnt know why but he feels his straight trousers grow slightly uncomfortable at your words. and of course you notice that too because as his mouth gaps for lack of answer, you’re raising your knee between his crotch — the ghosting sensation causing him to slip out an unsolicited moan.

“just think…” your free hand comes down to palm at his trousers in replacement of your knee, your other hand letting you take another drag of your cigarette.

“imagine if people knew just how nasty you were. if all your fans were aware about what the sick type of fuck you were — mighty and worshipped armin arlert getting off to user arminofficialupdates at the back of a conference building, gets hard off of an insult. fucking lame.”

actor!armin starts to let out watery whimpers as he hears you talk down at him. he didnt even realise your hand had slipped past his trousers or boxer briefs until he feels the icy cold air of your hands invading from outside.

actor!armin had his head dipped just over your shoulder whilst his hand stayed on the brick wall by your head for support. your hand dryly ran up and down his cock. the shick, shick of his handjob over powered by actor!armin’s pathetic whines. you continue to finish your cigarette, throwing the stub to the ground once it burnt to the filter. all throughout, your face was unbothered as you continued to degrade the blonde in spouts of annoyance — the occasional “good boy” added in for affect.

actor!armin messily finished over your clenched fist and the light grey of his suit jacket — the material now blotched dark.

the blonde pants for his breath, still stood in the same position. however, you duck under his arm to escape his grasp, but not before wiping the semen that was on your hand onto the back of his jacket. actor!armin whips round as soon as you do it but you dont stay long enough to face the brunt of his reaction. you only smugly walk back into the building through the side door, the fire exit shutting with a grinded halt.

actor!armin lets out a loud “fuck” as he angrily shrugs off his suit jacket — the item soiled. his pa was so gonna kill him.

[aphrodeiities]

ᴛʜᴇ ɪɴꜰᴊ ᴀʀᴄʜᴇᴛʏᴘᴇ

↳ the sub-group archetype of the diplomats

INFJ

INFJ ⟶ introveted intuition, extroverted feeling, introverted thinking and extroverted sensing.

breaking down the archetype ⬎

♇ the archetype is made up of Ni Fe Ti and Se.

I = introverted.

N = intuition.

F = feeling.

J = judging.

 the first two functions that determine the INFJ TYPE CODE ⬎

Ni Fe Ti Se

♇ the Ni and Fe within the INFJ function makes up for the two missing letters in the middle of the type code: I _ _ J because the two missing letters in the middle are the first two functions!

♇ the Fe is the _ _ F _ because it is about extroverted feeling.

♇ the Ni is the _ N _ _ because it is about introverted intuition.

but what makes up the first letter in the code?

♇ what makes up for the first letter in the code is the second letter to the strongest function for the archetype. and the strongest function for INFJ is Ni and evidently the second letter is “I” which causes the function to now become from _ N F _ to I N F _ .

♇ but what makes up the last letter in the code?

♇ you’ll have to look back at the first extroverted archetype in the entire code. and for INFJ it is ⟶ Ni Fe Ti Se. the first extroverted function in the type is Fe, which is extroverted feeling.

♇ Fe belongs to the judging function which displays the fact that the last letter to I N F _ will be I N F J.

explaining the archetype ⬎

❦ INFJ people are very sensitive and aware of their surroundings. empathetic people who are artistic and usually are in their own world, they are considered as people who are good at trusting their own instinct, especially when they're at their worst point of their lives.

❦ they're motivated by what they imagine, being visionaries and great at seeing the potential of something. they're great at seeing the bigger picture and intricate details, they're like a scale and usually can see both sides of arguments.

❦ when people dont believe in them, they dont allow it to stop them from achieving their goals. INFJs are usually very charming and charismatic people, so getting people on their team is something that isnt difficult, they're persuaders and leaders. they think for themselves but also what can help the people around them.

❦ they are people who like peace, and can be the type o do anything to achieve it. harmony and tranquility is vital to them, but sometimes they can fall into the cycle of being people-pleasing and can become a walking mat if not careful enough.

❦ as they're people who can read the room easily, INFJ people can understand the nature of other people, and handle individuals who are more complex than the other.

DOMINANT Ni

its a function that's about perceiving, which involves unique takes and observations to the world around them. they're realistic and use it to set their direction. due to them being able to see different sides of things, it's easy for them to make intuitive links.

they're people who are inspiring, and have a lot of aspirations that make people adore them. they always want to have a goal to reach, a reason to live, a purpose. they're insightful and determined, like a bull charging towards people to get what they want.

they're tactful people, not irrational, so when they're excited and ardent about a goal, they make sure to not overlook hurdles that can come their way. but when they're underdeveloped, they can be unrealistic, delusional, and could be ungrateful with what life has to give them.

when it comes to other people, underdeveloped INFJs could put people on a higher pedestal very quickly.

INFJ'S AUXILIARY ⟶ Fe. [AUXILIARY HELPS GROWTH/HEALTHY OR DEVELOPED INFJ’S] ⬎

♱ when developed, they care for other people and not only themselves, they're considerate of the people around them are are aware of collateral damage. they're trusting of other people and can be very open-minded to ideas that aren't theirs.

♱ they set healthy walls and boundaries for themselves and other people. and in new scenarios and circumstances they can easily adapt into it, and become interactive with the people around them.

♱ they're a big people person and have a good comprehension about community, people and society.

WHEN INFJ’s BEHAVE INHIBITED ⬎

♇ underdeveloped INFJ's usually care about the opinions of other people too much, it could cause them to easily fall into other people's lies and manipulations. usually, it is due to a fear of being judged and hated, a strong dislike of being the black sheep.

♇ when they're dysfunctional, the lack normal boundaries and could want to be like others too much in order to relate to them, or have other people relate to them. they twist and bend themselves to fit into social norms.

♇ can become people who are very judgemental of others, because of what other people say about them, the epitome of judging a book by its cover. making them being considered as people who have terrible judgement.

♇ the type of people to not see how having self-destructive emotions and habits ruin their personal life. only believing what they think is true and dismisses other people's helpful opinions. when something goes wrong, they'd rather blame someone else rather than taking accountability.

♇ believe that they're self-aware but cannot express their true feelings or thoughts. due to this, they'd rather critique other people and focus on another person's flaw. the type to think they have good reason to do something but cannot express why they do, falling into very combative ways once questioned.

INFERIOR Se GRIP⬎

can be easily provoked, people might feel like they have to walk on egg-shells around them, but even if people are patient for them, they're not patient for other people. on the other hand, they can sometimes feel like they're a fly on the wall, which can sometimes make them become attention seekers.

self-destructive is something that would be evident when they're underdeveloped, and they could hurt the people around them; they can become hermits by separating themselves with society and obsessing over flaws and imperfections. and when questioned of their behaviour, they always want to justify it.

because they're always hyper-focused on flaws, they regret focusing on things that are insignificant. this is a trait of theirs that always wants to control everything, even if it's about physical exercise, cleaning or organising.

MORE INFJ EXAMPLES

GAME CHARACTERS

MONO, PRINCESS ZELDA, MARKUS MANFRED AND ROSALINA.

ANIME CHARACTERS

KONAN, ARMIN ARLET, SAILOR SATURN AND DEKU.

SHOW CHARACTERS

MICHAEL SCOFIELD, DAENERYS TARGARYEN, GLENN RHEE AND BONNIE BENNETT.

FILM CHARACTERS

ELSA, ESTHER COLEMAN, EDWARD CULLEN AND NINA SAYERS.

CELEBRITIES

KENDRICK LAMAR, MARINA, PENN BADGLEY AND ZENDAYA.

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[jjkeremika]

Valentine

description: AoT men and women asking you to on a valentine's date <3

pairing: Levi; Armin; Jean; Erwin; Eren & Mikasa; Historia; Zeke; Reiner x reader

Levi

Levi stood at your apartment door with flowers and concert tickets to your favorite band. He shifted his weight between his heels and toes as he nervously wondered if he should turn back before you realized he had arrived.

Two solid knocks and a light pause later, you opened the door to his stoic demeanor, his lips relaxing into a smile at the sight of you in comfy clothes. He briefly glanced down to his ratty jeans and aged leather jacket. “Hey,” he greeted after clearing his throat, regretting his appearance. He felt he should've dressed up for you.

“Levi, hey!” you returned excitedly, about to pull him in for a hug when you noticed the flowers in his hand. You didn’t comment on them. “What are you doing here? Oh! Come on in!”

You dragged him by his forearm inside, closing the door behind you. “Oh, I was just,” he said quietly, shrugging, “around. And,” Levi lifted the flowers, shifted the weight between his feet. “I saw these and thought of you.”

“Awh, Levi, they’re beautiful!” You eagerly took the flowers from him, brought them to your nose for a long sniff. “Thank you.” You hugged him with one arm before pulling away and rushing to your kitchenette. “Let me just get a vase. Make yourself comfortable as always.”

He followed you to the kitchen, stood awkwardly in the doorway and tried to not blatantly gawk at your figure as you bent over to search the cabinets for the vase.

“I, uh, also saw that Linked Horizon are coming on the fourteenth. Did you s—?”

“Oh my god, yeah!” you exclaimed, hopping up from your position in the cabinet, the ornate glass in your palms. “I saw that!” You filled the glass with water and a spoon of sugar. “But I never bought tickets and now it’s sold out.”

Levi rubbed the papery tickets against each other in his pocket. He watched as you used shears to cut the bottoms off the stems. He pulled his hand out of his jacket pocket.

“Well, if you’re not busy that day…” You carefully dropped each stem in the water, rearranging the flowers and tossing the fallen leaves and petals. He stepped into the room, drawing your attention, and held the two tickets openly. “I’d like to go with you.”

Armin

Working at the library was honestly one of your favorite parts of the day. It was slow, mindless, relaxing, and quiet. The ambiance was kind, and any sour moods evaporated instantly once you entered those archaic arched doors.

Since it was a library, you didn’t really speak with your coworkers beyond necessity, but the blond boy who spent his time at the admin desk always caught your attention—and he was always already looking to you.

The two of you spoke in an unintelligible morse code, an unspoken language of wordless greetings and longing thoughts and lingering stares.

When you both started speaking, it was by bonding over a love of puzzles and logic traps. Armin and you shared stories of writing and interpreting ciphers and tricks, discussed possibilities of work-related games for entertainment.

On the twelfth, you started your shift with the return cart, and a large note in black ink stopped you from starting the task. For Y/N, please review the following, it read, proceeded by four rows each with four columns containing a decimal value and three numbers.

You recognized the decimal shorthand and spotted the books already on the return cart. You picked up the first one and reviewed the set of numbers, eventually determining it as indicators for the desired page number, line, and word.

Once you deciphered the message, you smiled and felt the warm flutter in your belly. You dragged the cart upstairs to the main entrance, stopped outside the administration room to see the familiar fluffy blond hair poking over the computer screen.

Wordlessly you entered and sauntered over to his desk, dropped the sheet of paper with the decoded message and your answer on his desk and left with a wink, leaving him with amazed wide eyes and an open jaw as you left the room.

Will you be my valentine?

—Yes x

Jean

Connie told him the traditional approach was stupid and uninteresting. “It’s y/n! They’re cool and fun and hilarious and awesome! You can’t do something unbelievably lame like you always do,” Connie had rambled in an eccentric voice that now haunted Jean’s thoughts.

“Fucking Connie,” Jean cursed to himself as he fixed his hair in the reflection of the window, trying to maintain his balance as the train rushed over unsteady tracks. He nervously glanced down at his watch, frantically grabbed the handlebar when the tram lurched to a stop.

Jean hopped off and rushed to the bar at which the two of you had decided to meet. He spotted you instantly, in the tight red fuzzy sweater vest and still perfectly fitting baggy jeans. He regretted his overly dressed up appearance with his matching suit and pink tie for somehow still lacking.

“Y/n,” Jean leisurely greeted with an eager grin and sparkling eyes, feeling his body warm up at the quick embrace you gave, “thank you for meeting me here.”

You gestured to the free seat next to you; he sat down. “Oh, Jean, it’s my pleasure,” you said with a smile, “thank you for asking me here.”

The conversation flowed naturally, and Jean felt himself warming up from your attention, the drink, or the room. He slid his jacket off and tugged on his necktie in a failed attempt to cool off.

You noticed the pink tint on his skin and the faint hitch in his breath. You noticed the awkward tugging on his necktie, that he was wearing a necktie at all. You noticed the smile he hid when you touched his arm with your long fingernails, when your thigh brushed against his.

As the night neared its end and he still hadn’t asked, the adrenaline rushed through his veins and he heard Connie’s cynical voice echo in his brain. He felt his stomach drop with each glance towards you, because he was convincing himself he couldn’t ask, couldn’t be worth more than nothing to you.

“I’d really like to see you again,” you hinted while you both stood on the pavement, “soon.” You felt the heat burning into your skull. The shocked expression on his face was tortuous. Maybe it was all in your head. Maybe that was too far.

Maybe it was far enough. “Y/n… would you maybe like to spend Valentine’s day with me?”

Erwin

You had visited the older instructor’s office to ask some questions on the class content, to seek some extra support on upcoming assignments.

Connie had told you Smith was the most helpful of the instructors, but you neglected to factor in the biceps the size of your head, the voice that was smooth like margarine, the eyes that stranded you alone at sea. His help was marginalized by his distracting features, by the concerned expression when he asks if you understand contrasting his brilliant smile and demeanor when you say yes.

And did it really matter if you only understood when it came from him?

His elbow bumped into yours as he leaned to the side, closer to you, to view your page. "Y/n," he started, his leg brushing against yours as he uncrossed his thighs and leaned back in the chair, the skin tingling in his touch's memory, "would it help to meet regularly?"

The question alone caught you by surprise, but paired with his heavy tone, thick with uninterpretable layers, and a curious expression with a piercing blue, watchful gaze. You barely heard him tap his foot over the blood roaring in your ears.

"We can start with an additional meeting on the..." Erwin trailed off, clicking through his online tabs to find the calendar. "The fourteenth." He punctuated his sentence with a click on the date, your eye catching the empty schedule as it appeared on the screen. He turned to you. "We can start then and take it from there."

"O-Okay," you agreed, nodding in sync with the faint throb in your pelvis as your brain reeled with the improbable. "Thank you." Your voice was quiet, and you barely heard yourself speak.

"Absolutely," he breathed out, "more than happy to help." He glanced you up and down, rested his chin between his thumb and fingers to hide his lips, his light blue eyes darkening. "I'll order us something to eat too."

Eren & Mikasa

Mikasa was scribbling your and her names in the corner of her notebook page, actively drawing the small heart around it, when Eren suddenly and loudly slid into the seat next to her, causing her to jump and draw a line through the doodle. She hid it with her palm.

Eren looked at her with a bold desperation in his eyes. “Mikasa, I’ve been thinking about asking y/n out for Valentine’s…” He rubbed the back of his neck and looked to the side sheepishly. “Do you have any ideas?”

Mikasa’s eyes widened. “O-oh,” she stuttered out, taking a half-breath to quell the unsettling feeling in her gut, “I, um.” She glanced to the palm covering the doodle. “I’ve been wondering the exact same thing actually…” She swallowed dryly. “With y/n, too…”

It’s not that she expected him to be upset, but she was surprised when his eyes lit up in a mix of excitement and relief. He perked up, straightened his spine and leaned towards Mikasa. “Let’s ask together! We can do, like, a three-person date.” He shrugged, tried to contain his eagerness. “I’m not against it. But I still have no fucking clue how to ask.”

You entered the room mid-sentence, both of their eyes focusing to you as you crossed the room to a desk. You glanced up from your phone to see both of them already looking at you, both smiling and waving immediately.

“Hey, babes,” you greeted the two of them, affectionately fixing the out-of-place strand of hair near Mikasa’s forehead. You turned to Eren and smiled wider at his eager anticipation. “I was addressing you too,” you clarified, rubbing his shoulder.

Eren leaned into your touch. “Do you have any Valentine’s plans?” Mikasa asked, playing with her pen. You spotted the heart near her hand.

You started to feel warm, flattened your lips to try to suppress the growing grin but eventually bit your bottom lip. “Not currently. Sounds like I might in a minute, though,” you responded with a wink, smiled wider at the light pink stretching across her nose.

Eren’s voice caught your attention, and you suddenly became aware of the arm he snaked around your waist under your backpack, noticed that your arm had slid along his shoulders, “Would you... want to spend it with us?” he asked nervously, before rushing out, “It doesn’t have to be a date, but, well—”

The heat settled in your stomach, and you felt your pulse in each body part. Your smile twitched at the question—at the implication.

“Yes,” you interrupted Eren’s rambling with a confident answer to a question you’ve never considered before, but now will never forget, “I’d love to spend it with you two. As a date.”

Historia

Ymir had the largest scowl on her face when Historia shyly walked over to you, a pink blush on her cheeks and a sweaty hairline. You shifted uncomfortably under Ymir’s gaze when your eyes flicked to the blonde girl standing in front of you, looking at the floor.

“Hey, y/n,” she started quietly, her cute, high-pitched voice singing in your ear, “how’s your day going?” She had a sickeningly sweet smile, one that made your stomach flip and turn with nerves. You felt your inhale cut short as she stared at you with big, rounded blue eyes.

"Good, thanks," you answered with a smile, “how’s yours?” You continued to pack your bag with your notebooks, ignoring the uncomfortable heat of Ymir’s bold glare.

“Better now,” she answered, a light rouge appearing on her cheekbones. The giddy feeling erupted in your gut and bubbled into a doey smile. “Do you have Valentine’s plans yet?”

You shook your head, tugging on the last zipper. “Nope,” you answered casually, unbothered by the notion of being single on the love holiday, “i’ll probably watch a movie at home.”

“Oh, good idea! I love movies!” Historia added, the grin taking up her face. “I..." The tips of her ears tinted pink. "I don’t have plans either." She rocked back and forth on her heels, clutched her notebook a little closer to her chest. "Would you want to watch a movie together?”

You corrected your posture and returned her soft gaze. "Yeah," you answered with an exhale, started to put your backpack on. "I'd really like that."

Zeke

Zeke haphazardly handed you the blunt, the leaflet threatening to slip from your fingertips and fall from the third story window. “Ze, careful,” you told the older man, rolling your eyes despite the smile lingering on your pursed lips, “you’re gonna’ make me drop it.”

He snorted, settling with an open mouthed smile. You watched the faint red appear around his cerulean eyes. “I can’t make you do anything.” He stretched his hand out, silently requesting the roll back.

You crossed your legs, took a long huff, then passed it over. Your fingers brushed against his, the light sensation tickling the skin for moments after. “If you hand it off wrong and I drop it, that’s your fault,” you explained simplistically, shrugging to emphasize the easiness of it all.

The smoke curled around his beard, followed the lines of the glasses resting on top of his head. He flicked the wrap, spent ash falling to the windowsill. “But I didn’t make you drop it,” Zeke retorted, blowing some residual smoke into your face. He chuckled as you closed your eyes and swatted the contaminant away.

“But you played a direct role!” You reached over and stole the blunt from him before he brought it between his lips; the blond man laughed as he let you take it, watched intently as you brought it to your own. “Wouldn’t have happened without you,” you mumbled with a long exhale, the picturesque smoke rolling off your tongue.

Zeke leaned against the wall, let his wrist rest against his knee, and tilted his head. His smile softened the longer he stared at you directing smoke and ash out the window. “I also play a direct role in asking if you want to have dinner with me on the fourteenth, but I can’t make you say yes.”

You looked out the window, suppressing the blushing grin by biting your lip. You affectionately rolled your eyes at his redirection. Not the same thing—like at all. “It’s different when you know I will,” you retorted, taking a hit and holding it until it burned, still avoiding eye contact.

“So… you will?” He eyed you carefully, handed the rest of the blunt to you and dropped his glasses onto his nose. “Say yes, I mean?” Zeke nudged your foot with his.

The roll slipped from your fingers as you focused on hiding your red cheeks and toothy grin behind your palm. “Well, obviously, yeah,” you answered sheepishly. You spotted the wrap on the wooden floor. “And see! You made me drop it!”

Reiner

You patted into the kitchen to find Reiner in front of the stove, steam rising from the pans as he shifted between items. You admired his bare back, the smooth, silky-looking skin intimately caressing tight, bulky muscles interrupted only by the thin linen apron straps.

The sudden noise of the espresso machine caused you to jump and squeal, which brought Reiner's attention to you. He hurried over, gave you a quick kiss to the cheek. "You weren't supposed to wake up yet," he murmured between more kisses, eventually pressing his lips to yours for a lingering lock.

"I can smell everything from the next room," you responded, lightly tapping his firm chest and kissing his lips again. He pulled away to attend to the aromatic contents on the stove. You sat on a bar stool. “Smells delicious, by the way.”

You saw the way his thin lips morphed into a pleased smile. “Should taste so, too,” he hummed his agreement, turned his back towards you for five more minutes. You indulged in the sight, feeling your own pupils dilate to take in more of his broad shoulders and tailored back.

Then he was making a lot of ruckus, rapidly opening drawers to find utensils and rushing to and from the fridge for toppings and ingredients. He was tossing food onto one plate and carefully aligning it on another.

You slipped off the stool to peak over, smiled at his concentrated brows and peaking tongue as he drizzled chocolate onto the dish.

You were right behind him when he turned around with the dish ostentatiously in his hands, his kind blue eyes sparkling with pride and excitement and anticipation.

You audibly gasped and brought your hands to your open smile. “Reiner! Wow!” you said astonished, hearing and feeling your stomach rumble with hunger at the sight of the heart-shaped pancakes with a chocolate lace drizzle, at the bacon and eggs and toast arranged on the side.

He waited for you to read the hidden message, the note written in jam on the toast. You giggled, took the plate from him to put on the counter, and embraced him. “I’d love to be your valentine,” you said with a long kiss.

[kapkant7]

Warning: REAL

Every squad got the:

[erwinsarmrest]

listen to me i don’t really ship eren and armin but i certainly see the appeal and i can see where they’re coming from

and let me tell you. the new episode? i actually thought they were gonna kiss i swear to god. saying shit like “it’s okay. we’ll be together forever in hell” and then both of them moving in for a hug SO FAST i though they were about to make out

[kanekisfavoritegf]

Best Friend Armin

MINORS/AGELESS BLOGS DNI you will be blocked!🩷

Best Friend Armin can’t help but stare at you sitting on your boyfriend, Eren’s, lap on the other side of the crowded party.

Best Friend Armin feels himself get painfully hard when you lock eyes with him as Eren busies himself with giving you a hickey in front of everyone.

Best Friend Armin would find himself in the bathroom with you crying on his shoulder, as you tell him you just caught Eren making out with some random girl.

Best Friend Armin Would laugh at your hypocrisy. Saying how you shouldn’t be crying about him cheating when Eren has no idea about you running straight to your best friend’s dick whenever Eren does something to piss you off.

Best Friend Armin Would whisper into your ear, asking if you remembered the night he took your virginity.

Best Friend Armin Would ask if Eren still thinks he’s the one who got to take your innocence.

Best Friend Armin Would make sure to keep you quiet as he pushed his cum covered cock into you for the fourth time that night, sticking his fingers into your mouth and forcing you to suck. 

Best Friend Armin Would laugh in Eren’s face after being accused of fucking you. Saying, “Of course I did. Someone had to.” As he played with your purity ring that dangled on a chain around his neck. A souvenir that he collected a week prior to the day you let Eren fuck you under the impression that it was your first time.

[arminhug]

lame first dates || armin arlert x reader

read it on ao3 here!

synopsis: on a warm spring day outside, your close friend armin tells you his ideal first date. if only it could be you on that date…

notes: gn! reader, friends to lovers, one-shot, mad fluff, loosely implied college! au if you really squint, armin and reader being bookworms, just some cute friends to lovers with a healthy dose of awkwardness, also you're vegetarian in this bc i couldn't think of another way to make cooking for someone more awkward, but this is only alluded to once

song rec: bleached by video days

。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。..・。.・゜✭・.・✫

“That’s lame!”

He blinks at me, doe eyes wide and brows furrowed in almost comical confusion. Blinks again. Pushes his hands back into the plush grass. “How is it lame?” he inquires.

“Why did you agree to get coffee as a first date if caffeine makes you anxious? God, as if first dates aren’t already stressful enough!”

“Look, okay!” Armin is grinning, and I breathe out in relief, knowing I have not actually upset him. His animate face is bridled by the April sunshine, and I am struggling to take my eyes off him. Oh God, am I staring? I hope I’m not staring. “They were really pretty. I mean, out of my league pretty. I was in no position to start negotiating.”

“Why not? There’s nothing wrong with both having input in a first date. If anything it’s telling.”

“How?”

“If they get angry at you for negotiating the date, that’s a red flag.” I say definitively.

“Well, that’s you,” Armin emphasises, lying back into the grass. His left hand rests lazily against his button nose to shield out the clear sky. “You’re more assertive than me. I was just thrilled they actually wanted to go on a date me.”

“So where did that go?” I ask tentatively.

“It didn’t work out. We went on a few dates, but they told me it just wasn’t clicking. That’s fair enough, I guess, but I still felt… bad. Like I obviously wasn’t good enough for them. Why would I be?” he turns to me, pursing his lips. “Sorry, I know I’m being a little melodramatic.”

“No, I get it. I mean, you definitely are good enough. But you’re always gonna feel shitty after being rejected.”

“Yeah.”

“So, when was this? I don’t remember you seeing somebody.”

“Start of the year. But it was a few dates, not a wedding plan. I just don’t feel the need to broadcast if I’m going on a couple of dates to the entire group. Unless they ask, of course.”

“Well,” I start, meeting his eyes with a smile. “I was expecting at least a little change in behaviour, surely? Maybe a spring in the step, a little bit more energy, high on life and love and all that jazz?” I enunciate with a flair of my hands.

“Not really. Maybe that was telling that there was nothing there. After all, the dates were all standard… kind of awkward at times, but like I said, I was grateful somebody that pretty desired me.”

I’m trying not to cringe at how much he is saying this person is attractive. Seriously Armin, I get it. They were a god of aesthetic desire, no need to rub it in. Change the subject, I tell myself, teeth on my bottom lip. “Define standard dates.” I state.

“Oh, you know… dinner, a movie, coffee shops. I like the time I spend to be more imaginative and personal.”

“So what’s an imaginative date, then? What’s the ideal first date for you?”

Armin groans emphatically, shaking his head. “If you think coffee shop is lame, you are going to hate my ideal first date.”

“Bet I won’t,” I shoot back, leaning forward.

“Well,” he starts, then immediately rolls over, hiding his face with a groan, which is so cute it makes me want to burst. “You are seriously going to think I’m so lame!”

“I could never think you are lame, Arlert! I only thought the idea of you going to spike your anxiety levels on a generally very anxiety inducing conquest was lame, that’s all. Tell me!��� I emphasise the last two words with a tentative shake of his shoulder, a feather light touch, hoping the contact will get him to open up.

“Fine! My ideal date is a day like this. Sometimes I imagine it at the beach, but we live nowhere near one, and they’d be busy anyway. I want a quiet spot in nature, somewhere me and my date can be alone–”

“Ooh, you’re gonna get freaky!” I jibe.

“Not like that!” his head shoots up, and as I suspected, his cheeks are already slightly flushed. Although I tease him about it, I find how easily he goes red to be one of his sweetest quirks. “I just want somewhere we– my date and I– would have some quiet.”

“Interesting, so we’d– you’d find somewhere like this,” I motion to the undisturbed corner of grass we have secured on the green, where fronds of tallgrass and milkweed encircle our undisturbed patch of greenery against young trees. The picnic bench, heavy with peeling green paint and student graffiti dating back years, is unused by us as we opt for the floor to vantage the serene lake. “Why do you need quiet?” I continue, genuinely wanting to know more.

“Well, yeah, here would be an ideal location. It’d just be nice to have the solitude, I guess. Plus, I’d bring a picnic–”

“Oh my God!”

Armin buries his face once more. “See? I knew you’d think it’s lame!”

“No, no! That’s so cute! I would never forget it if somebody made me a picnic,” I sigh dreamily, lying down next to him with just enough space between us for it to not seem flirtatious. As much as I want to flirt, to let him know how lovely I find him, I can never quite gauge if it would be reciprocated. He’s currently one of my closest friends; if he’s not willing to take it any further, I would rather let the feelings die, albeit painfully, on their own, and resume our friendship, rather than make him uncomfortable. The trouble is, Armin is painfully shy. If there is anything between us, he does a great job of hiding it, and judging by the recounts of people always asking him out, I wonder if he would ever make a move on me even if he did feel the same way.

“So nobody’s ever made you a picnic? I find that hard to believe.” he mumbles, peeking one eye towards me behind messy tufts of honey blonde hair and daisies.

“No, they have not!” I state dramatically, crossing my arms. “I got cooked dinner once, but they made it with meat. I literally told them I didn’t… hang on, what do you mean it’s hard to believe? Am I royalty who deserves picnics made for them on every date I go on?” A beat passes from my inquiry, and my heart skips. While only meaning it as a joke, I am more curious than ever to know what he is thinking right now.

“I just find it surprising that someone like you… I mean, it’s just weird. I thought you would have been taken on a lot of lovely dates.”

“Not really, actually. There’s been some nice ones, but none that I’ll remember for the rest of my life. Anyway, enough about my dates, I want to hear more about this ideal picnic first date!”

“Okay, so I’d prepare a picnic. Nothing too extravagant, just some berries, sandwiches. Maybe I’d make some cookies, or maybe ask if there’s anything they’d like to bring along. Before we arrived, I’d ask them to bring their favourite book, and I’d bring mine. Then, after we got comfortable, we’d swap books and read. I think it’d just be a lovely way to get to know the other person. You can tell a lot about a person by their favourite book.”

Oh my God. He’s so cute. I can’t stop myself smiling, instantly fantasising about how much I want to be the person who he takes on this picnic date.

“Your silence speaks volumes.” he shoots, his voice muffled.

“Armin!” I shout, louder than intended. “If somebody did that for my first date, I’d ask for their hand in marriage. That’s such a romantic idea! My silence is speaking the volumes of ‘holy shit, I wish I could have a first date like that’.”

“You think so?”

“Yes! You could get anyone you wanted if you planned that as a date. You should ask the next person you find cute what their favourite thing to bring on a picnic is, you'll be married by the end of the day." I assert hyperbolically.

“I seriously can’t asking people out. If I could… well.” he falters, furrows his brow and sighs. “Hey, what’s your favourite book?”

My body shoots full of adrenaline. Is he coming on to me? Or am I reading way too much into this? That's got to be a come on, right?

“Well, I have a few favourites, but the best I’ve read recently is Circe by Madeleine Miller.”

“Oh!” he exclaims with the sweetest grin, his eyes wide. “I loved Song of Achilles, but I never got round to Circe.”

Shoot your shot, shoot your shot, shoot your shot. I cannot stop my mind running, daring to ask if he’d like to read it, insinuating the date.

“What’s your favourite?” I enquire. I decide to test the waters. “What book would you bring to this picnic date… if I brought Circe?” Was that a bit too much testing of the waters? Oh, God. He shrouds his head with his bare arms, and I am weighing up whether this is because I’ve pushed it too far or if he’s blushing.

“Uh… well I have a lot of favourites, like you. But I’d most likely bring Oryx and Crake by Margaret Atwood. It’s something I read when I was young, much too young to fully understand the depth of the nuances, but it always stayed with me. As I got older, I reread it over and over and I was more immersed each time. It’s one of her best works, I’d even say it’s on the level with The Handmaid’s Tale.” During his rambles, he pokes his head up, clearly lost in the world of the book he describes to me. That’s when I am shot through with another course of adrenaline, desperately fighting any visible tells of excitement. He is blushing!

“Huh,” I muse. “Not read that one, only The Handmaid’s Tale and The Testaments.”

“So… we’ve both not read each other’s favourite books, huh?” he says quietly, pushing himself up onto his forearms and turning his head. He begins to bend his fingers against each other. I am absentmindedly biting my thumbnail, wondering if either of us might ask.

Fuck it.

“Um… no hard feelings if not–”

“It’s fine if you don’t want to, but–”

We both start in unison. Pause. Make direct eye contact.

“You go.” Again, in unison, before laughing nervously.

“Seriously, you can go first!” I gesture, wondering if he will really ask me.

He shakes his head shyly. “You go.”

“Well… if you’re going to ask what I think you are, then I want to hear you say it!” I tell him.

“So, what do you think I’m going to ask?”

“If you wanted to do that date together!” I blurt, then reel. Oh, that sly bastard. He’s gotten me to say it first.

“Yeah… I’d like that, (y/n).”

“Okay, cool.” I respond, internally smacking myself. Okay, cool? Who says okay, cool? “I mean,” I rectify, fidgeting. “That’d be really nice. When? Is here okay? Wait, I’m totally rambling, aren’t I? Sorry, I just…”

“No it’s okay! I… I was nervous too. Are you free tomorrow? Or is that too soon–”

“No, not too soon! What about a time?

“Noon okay? I mean, it doesn’t have to be, but–” We are both stumbling over words, rebuttals, speaking quickly and correcting ourselves on our own words. But we are also both grinning uncontrollably. I sigh, taking a moment.

“Noon would be great. Would you like me to bring anything? Drinks, or snacks?”

“Well, I can take care of sandwiches and fruits. If you could bring any drinks you like or some other small snacks, that’d be lovely.”

“No problem! But I have one question… are you really going to make me cookies?”

Armin exhales through his nose, shaking his head. Then he does something uncharacteristically bold; takes my hand and squeezes it briefly.

“For you, I think I can do that.”

[saclaire]

they look great ❤️

[dreamyeuphoricll]

"Mikasa's strong and Armin's smart so I chose to argue with Mikasa and fight with Armin instead"

[xxnothingbutstrangerxx]

Attack on Titan: The Final Season Part 3 Character Visuals

[jjkeremika]

AoT men favorite places with you

description: AoT men’s favorite place to be intimate with you

pairing: Eren, Jean, Connie, Reiner, Porco, Levi, Erwin, Armin, Zeke, Bertolt // x reader

nsfwww

Eren

• prefers public places, not well hidden, like fingering you under the table or having you suck him off behind the racks at restaurants and shops

• risky, likes the thrill of potentially being caught, swears the adrenaline makes you look and sound sexier

• loves sucking on your neck and leaving hickeys, bites your shoulders enough to leave a visible mark for days

• shushes you while he strokes your hair, tells you that you need to be more quiet when you swallow him whole, that you need to bite your lip when he rocks his hips

Jean

• at home, in the kitchen, while prepping for dinner or while baking desserts

• likes lifting you onto the countertop, kissing and fondling you until his preset timers are going off

• always takes his shirt off before putting the apron on, just in case he spills something on it anyway

• smacks you with a spatula or wooden spoon when you walk by, threatens to do it again when you squeal

• watches you lick the batter off your finger with dilated pupils and starts palming his erection through the apron, staring at your lips the whole time

Connie

• well if it wasn’t the arcade, it wasn’t anywhere but home

• hes winning prizes and tickets at every game, smiling and handing you the gifts to keep, smacking your ass and kissing your cheek intermittently

• sometimes asks you to blow on his hands before ski-ball or air-hockey for good luck

• reminds you of that when he asks you to blow on his cock later, behind the pac-man operator, when he’s unzipping his jeans and you’re dropping to your knees

• sometimes will push up against you from behind, pushing your hips into the game as you play, as he teaches you

Reiner

• rents cabins so you two can be conpletely alone because he loves to hear you scream, and doesn’t want a soul to hear or see you (only him)

• likes you on your hands and knees, his hand roughly pulling your hair

• situates you so both of you are facing the wide window, overlooking the natural scenery as his hips slap against yours

• smirks at you in the reflection in the window, blows kisses when you both make eye contact in it

Porco

• could always find him hanging out under the bleachers, and he greets you with open arms and a big kiss each time

• wraps his jacket around you when he takes your shirt off; puts your shirt over his backpack so it doesn’t touch the ground

• holds you so close and so tight, protects your head with his hand if you two get too close to the metal benches

• loves the rattle of the bleachers when you grab onto the metal bars or benches as he fucks into you from behind

Levi

• hates doing it in bathrooms and kitchens

• prefers taking you to expensive hotels with clean sheets and fluffy towels, usually rents a room with two large beds so you can rest and relax on spotless sheets

• cleaning up is his favorite part, lapping up your streams of fluid from your thighs like a parched dog

• loves shoving his cock down your throat when he’s about to orgasm, loves feeling and watching you swallow his cum, enjoying everything more thoroughly with the knowledge that he doesn’t have to dirty a towel

Erwin

• back of the car, like you’re both hormone-crazed teenagers who can’t keep their hands off each other

• has a huge car, so sprawling you out into any position isn’t an obstacle

• always wraps his tie around his wrist, dangling it slightly, and sometimes sharply slaps it against your ass

• plays music through the speakers every time, always drives to the ocean or the lake

• likes the visual of you beneath him, his cock pushed between your breasts

Armin

• likes to be in private, at home BUT the back room at the public library comes quite close

• works there part time, so acquiring the room was easy, and there was something about seeing you amongst unbound books that evoked something inexplicable within him

• loves when you bend over him like an open book, especially when you’re asking him to lick you out while you suck him off

• always reminds you to be quiet when he’s louder than you are

Zeke

• likes to take you to plays and musicals and theaters and operas, “to enjoy the sounds and symphonies of art,” he’d say

• his hand is crawling up your thigh before intermission, tracing the tights pattern up your skirt

• hides the playwright over your lap so those in neighboring seats can’t gawk (but he also kind of likes it when they do)

• rushes you to the bathroom during intermission, hiking up your skirt and ripping a hole in the crotch of your tights

Bertolt

• plays basketball, so meeting him in the locker room after practice is the routine

• explores different positions on the benches and in the showers with you, bending you over it or holding you up

• loves holding your butt cheeks like two globes, moaning every time he compares his hand and dick sizes to the size of your ass

• blushes when he sees you at his games because he knows what will happen later in the locker room, what you’ve both practiced for

[asciendo]

Resurgence of the Founding

Summary: Eren Jaeger is resurrected centuries after the Rumbling, only to find the world still in turmoil, with Eldians oppressed and Marleyans in control. The Jaegerists ask for his help in protecting their people, but there’s a catch: Eren must be bethrothed and father an heir with the power to end the cycle of Titans once and for all.

content: eren jaeger x female reader

Warning: smut, violence, swearing

Chapters: Chapter 2

Eren Jaeger suddenly felt warm. He felt heat on his skin, the sweat on his brow. After so long of nothing, of ice cold nothingness, he felt the warmth of his breathing across his chest. 

It’s been centuries after he passed, after the end of the rumbling that caused mass destruction. After his death, he felt nothing. Absolutely nothing but he remembered everything. Paradis, the titans, his friends…her. Everything. He wondered what happened after he died and what kind of lives his friends lived after. If the path he carved in blood and destruction led to something better, or had it only left them adrift, lost like he was now? These questions burned brighter than the newfound warmth, tethering him to the weight of his past, even as the world moved on without him.

The stinging sensation of bright light pierced through his closed eyelids, forcing them to flutter open in protest. For a moment, everything was a hazy blur—shapes and shadows shifting around him like a dream half-remembered. He blinked rapidly, his vision struggling to adjust, and slowly, the indistinct murmurs around him sharpened into words. Voices—unfamiliar and fragmented—filled his ears, each one tinged with curiosity and urgency.

His head throbbed as awareness seeped in, and his gaze focused. The blurry figures took form: people in sleek attire, some pointing at glowing devices in their hands, others exchanging quick glances. They surrounded him, a mix of caution and excitement etched across their faces. He squinted, finally taking in the world beyond them.

Towering buildings stretched high into the sky, their façades shimmering as if made entirely of transparent, reinforced glass. Light danced along their surfaces, reflecting the brilliance of a city alive and gleaming. 

“He’s awake.” he heard one of the voices announce and the crowd around him began to stir. He blinked once more, trying to make sense of his surroundings as he slowly stood up. 

“Eren Jaeger?” A tall man in a long coat stepped forward. Eren continued to look around at the people surrounding him, no one looked familiar to him at all. 

“Eren Jaeger, is that you?” the man asked again and Eren just stared at him in confusion. “We did it.” another voice whispered next to the man. 

“We-we brought you back. We really did…” The man whispered and Eren froze. 

“Brought me back from where?!” Eren yelled and everyone stiled. 

“Back to life.” The man said, proud. Eren’s head started spinning and he scanned the crowd. They all stared at him in awe. 

“Who are you?! WHY DID YOU BRING ME BACK?!” Eren marched forward and the crowd stepped back in fear. 

“Lucian…start talking.” A small woman next to the tall man, who Eren now knows is called Lucian whispers. 

“W-we’re Jaegerists. Centuries after the rumbling, we still believe in Eldian liberation. Y-you see..it’s happening again. Our people…are suffering…because of those fucking Marleyans. My ancestor predicted it would happen again, even after your great sacrifice and it has…We–I brought you back because…we need you to fight with us.” Lucian finishes and Eren’s eyes widen. 

It’s happening again, what he tried so hard to stop, is happening again. He took a step back and looked at his hands. How much more blood would he have to spill again? 

Eren’s heart raced as the weight of their words hit him. His body felt heavy, his thoughts a turbulent mess. The familiar ache of guilt, regret, and loss surged within him. Mikasa, Armin, Historia—everyone—gone. The world he fought for, the bloodshed he caused, and the people he failed… he had lived with that pain for so long. And now, to be thrown back into a world that had moved on without him, to face the same fight, the same battle, was too much. He couldn’t do it. He couldn’t go back.

“I don’t care,” he muttered, his voice low and cold, a familiar detachment creeping in. “I’m done. I don’t owe you anything.” His gaze swept over the Jaegerists, their desperate faces pleading with him. “You should send me back… to where I belong.”

Lucian stepped forward, his eyes pleading, his voice earnest. “Please, Eren, listen to us. You don’t understand. Our people are still suffering. The Marleyans have created new titans, they’ve kidnapped our families, they’ve turned them into monsters. And we, we need you. You’re the only one who can stop this. Only you can wield the Founding Titan’s power, only you can undo this nightmare. It’s all been prophesied. You have to help us.”

A woman from the crowd, her voice trembling, added, ��My brother, my father—they’re Titans now. We can’t save them… but you can. You can bring them back. You can make it all stop.”

Eren’s eyes narrowed as their words sank in. His fists clenched at his sides, his breath coming in short bursts. Why? he thought. Why would they drag me back into this mess? I’ve already fought, I’ve already lost everything.

Yet, despite himself, something inside him stirred. The thought of his people, the thought of his family members turned into Titans, brought a cold fire into his chest. I couldn’t save them before… could I do it now?

His mind flashed back to the memories of his time on Paradis, the battles, the faces of those who fought alongside him. Mikasa, Armin, Levi... all gone. Would they have wanted me to fight again? He clenched his eyes shut, trying to push the thoughts away.

"You don't get it," he growled, voice breaking. "I tried. I tried to stop the cycle, to stop this endless suffering. I couldn’t even save my own friends. And you want me to go through it again? To stain my hands with more blood? For what? So you can carry on the same fight that took everything from me?"

Lucian’s expression softened, as if he understood the weight of Eren’s words. But his determination didn’t waver. “We know the cost, Eren. But we’ve seen the truth. We know that only you can end this. The Founding Titan’s power—it’s in you. You can stop the suffering, you can bring peace. You don’t have to do this alone, but you have to do it.”

Eren’s heart thundered in his chest as he looked at the faces surrounding him—desperate, pleading. But his mind was clouded with the suffocating weight of his past actions. He had brought ruin to so many, caused so much pain. How could he live with himself if he brought that same destruction once again?

A bitter laugh escaped him, as the image of his friends' faces flashed before him. “I don’t deserve their sacrifice. I don’t deserve any of it.”

"But you are their sacrifice," Lucian replied softly, the words like a dagger to his heart. "And it’s not just about you anymore. It’s about all of us. We need you, Eren. We can end this. You can end it."

Eren stared at him for a long moment, his thoughts tangled. He didn’t know if he could ever forgive himself for what he had done. But could he stand by and let more people suffer? Could he truly remain indifferent when he was the only one with the power to stop it?

The weight of their desperation, the lives of those still trapped in this never-ending cycle of war, pressed down on him. His hands trembled. Could he still be the person who made a difference?

Finally, with a resigned sigh, Eren lowered his gaze. “Fine,” he said quietly. “But don’t expect me to save you. Don’t expect me to be a hero. I’m doing this for them… and for the world we lost. Not for you.”

The crowd smiled and cheered which made Eren even angrier, they were basically celebrating bloodshed. 

“Come with me, I’ll explain everything.” Lucian said, and led Eren to a mansion  on the side of the road. Eren looked around and despite how different his surroundings looked, he felt a sense of familiarity. 

“Is this–” 

“Wall Maria. It still stands.” Lucian said. 

“What is this place?” Eren whispered. 

“This is Eldra Nova. What Paradis is now, where the Marleyans are keeping those who are descended from the Eldians. Much like before.” 

They entered the mansion and was greeted by high ceilings and gothic architecture. “This was built a few years after the Rumbling, thankfully it was not destroyed and we were able to see a piece of the old Paradis.” 

The house did look familiar to Eren in terms of architecture and he felt pang in his chest. 

Lucian led him to a farther room, which Eren could deduce was the dining room and sat, Eren sat in front of him. 

Lucian took a deep breath, his eyes heavy with the weight of the truth he was about to reveal. He lowered his voice, as if afraid the walls themselves might hear, and Eren leaned forward, his pulse quickening with a mix of anger and curiosity.

“The Marleyans... they’ve been toying with artifacts from Ymir. Old relics, things they never fully understood,” Lucian began, his gaze darkening. “After the Rumbling, we thought it was over, that the Titans were finally gone for good. But they didn’t stop. They found pieces of her, things from before the Founding Titan was lost. They thought they could control it, that they could use it to make weapons. They’ve been experimenting on Eldian artifacts for years—trying to awaken something new, something powerful.”

Eren clenched his fists, feeling the anger rising in his chest. “And now they’ve unleashed the mindless Titans again? You mean to tell me they’ve brought this hell back upon us?”

Lucian nodded grimly. “Yes. They’ve triggered a resurgence. But the worst part is, they still haven’t fully awakened the other Nine Titans. The mindless Titans—they’re nothing but shells. But the power of the Founding Titan, the power of the other Nine... it hasn’t manifested fully yet, and the Marleyans know it. They’ve used the Eldians—those who were turned into Titans—as weapons, blaming them for the destruction they themselves caused. They call us the cause of all this suffering, but they’re the ones who manipulated everything.”

Eren’s voice cracked as he stood abruptly, his fists trembling at his sides. “They caused this! They did this, and now they’re using our people as weapons? How dare they! We fought to stop this, to end the curse, and now this—this horror is back again because of them.”

Lucian’s expression was resolute. “I know, Eren. I know. And it’s because of that we need you. We can’t let them keep using the Eldians this way. They’re using our own people as pawns in their war while blaming us for the destruction they’re causing. But... there’s more. They’ve been developing new weapons from our resources—working with whatever remnants of Ymir’s power they can find.”

Eren felt his heart sink, the weight of the situation pressing down on him. “What do you want me to do? If what you’re saying is true… what needs to be done? Do you want me to do what I did before? Just… slaughter them all?”

Lucian hesitated, then shook his head. “To an extent, yes. But there’s something more. One thing we need that we didn’t have before: an heir.”

Eren’s brow furrowed in confusion. “An heir? Why?”

Lucian’s voice softened, almost as if he was trying to make Eren understand something he himself hadn’t fully accepted. “The offspring of the Founding Titan, combined with the blood of an Eldian… they’re the key to reversing the curse. The child born of that union will have the power of a new Titan—a Titan with the power to undo the transformations of those who have already been turned. The power to heal them.”

Eren froze. “You want me to… what? Create a child?” His voice was raw with disbelief. “I’m not doing that, Lucian. Never. I’ve seen what it costs. I’ve seen what happens when Titans are used like that, when bloodlines are manipulated to create monsters.”

Lucian’s eyes softened with regret. “I know, Eren. I know it’s a hard ask. But... you have to understand. This is our last chance. The Marleyans have locked us here, using our people as weapons. They’re creating new weapons from our resources. We’re being trapped in a cycle we can’t break without that child. You’re the only one who can stop this, and you’re the only one who can bring that child into the world. It’s the only way to end this.”

Eren slammed his hands on the table, his anger flaring like a wildfire. “How do you know this? How do you know all of this? How do you know about this... child?”

Lucian sighed, his shoulders sagging under the weight of the truth. “Because my family—my bloodline—they’ve known about Ymir’s legacy for generations. We’ve kept the records, the old writings. My grandfather was a scholar who spent his life researching Ymir’s power, tracing her bloodline, studying the Titans and the curse. He knew the truth. He knew that the Founding Titan’s blood could give birth to something new—something that could reverse the curse. I’ve seen his journals. This has been passed down in my family for centuries.”

Eren sighed heavily, slumping back into his chair as a weight settled on his chest. How could he even fathom being with anyone other than Mikasa? Despite everything that had happened, it was still her. He could still see her clearly in his mind—her almond-shaped eyes, the raven-black strands of hair that framed her face, her fair complexion, and the familiar red scarf she always wore around her neck. The memories of her, so vivid and constant, felt like an ache he could never escape.

“I know this is a lot to ask, but—”

“I’ll do it,” Eren interrupted, his voice sharp. Lucian paused, surprised by the quick response, but relief flooded his face almost immediately.

“Thank you, Eren… I knew bringing you back was the right choice. I’ll make sure everything is in place for you.”

Eren stood up, his fists clenched at his sides, feeling the weight of his decision settle on him. “You better. I didn’t come back to play their game.”

Lucian nodded solemnly, then hesitated before speaking again. “There’s one more thing. We’ve already… chosen women for you. You can take your pick.”

Eren’s stomach churned at the thought. His eyes darkened as he looked at Lucian. “Chosen women? You want me to pick like they’re objects?”

Lucian winced at the harshness of Eren’s tone but held his ground. “I know it’s not ideal, but we have to do this. It’s necessary for what’s coming. You’ll need an heir, Eren. And we’re trying to make this process as… manageable as possible.”

Eren’s fists tightened, his jaw set. The idea of choosing someone like that, reducing them to nothing more than a vessel, repulsed him. But he knew, deep down, that he had no choice. His resolve was all that kept him from shattering. He took a slow breath, forcing himself to swallow the bitter lump in his throat.

Lucian noticed the strain in his expression and nodded. “This is your home, by the way,” he said, gesturing to the mansion around them. “Get some rest. I’ll leave you to your thoughts for now.”

Eren nodded without saying anything, and Lucian bowed, then quietly exited the room. Eren was left alone in the silence, his mind racing with the enormity of what he had agreed to.

I know it's a bit long but just wanted to give a good introduction to the story, will be introducing y/n in the next chapter. :) Please let me know if you want to be on the tag list

[virtual-bunny]

NO ONE FUCKING TOUCH ME IM BREAKING DOWN

i needed this so bad i’m crying so hard

[thena0315]

The last remaining members of the Survey Corps

By Illustrator Michelle Sugimoto

[woodle-isbae]

Lazy day

Armin x Blk!Reader

Warnings : dry humping , not proofread , everyone is still fully clothed , sub armin? , smut

Enjoy 💕

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A nice Saturday afternoon, just you and Armin , cuddled together on the couch as you guys watched TV , nothing to exciting

"I'm so bored baby.."He groaned , face hidden between your breasts and arms wrapped around your waist

"Mhmm.."you simply hummed , actually invested in the show playing .

After a while you felt him shifting on you ,but decided to ignorebit until he wouldn't stop

"Minnie..your distracting me baby"You said looking down to meet his needy eyes and his mouth slightly agape ,then it clicked

Oh this boy was dry humping you?

"m'Sorry..but I can't help myself" I said as he continued to brush his bulge against your inner thigh , burying his head in your breasts

"Min..look at me..please baby?" You lifted his head and looked him in the eyes as his breathing began to shake , his bulge finding your clothed slit and pressing against it

"I said I was bored..mm.."He whispered in your ear as he continued grinding on you , making sure to give you both pleasure

His pace quickening as moans and profanities filled the room , pulling eachother closer to get more friction as you sloppily kissed

"Shit..I'm gonna c-" you were cut off with Armin quickly kissing you , his moans filling your mouth as he humped you at a fast pace , he obviously was about to c☆m

After a few sloppy but hard thrusts you both came , all while clothed. He slumped down onto you , trying to catch his breath

"Round two in the bedroom?" He cocked his head up at you

"Bet." Smiling as you giggled at him

woodle_isbae ♡

[lemmetreatya]

shop assistant!armin whos more than happy to assist anyone with their shopping inquires!

how he knows that the frozen aisles range from 13 to 15, or how the dairy substitutes won’t be with the cheese and butters but along side the ‘healthy snacks’, shop assistant!armin believes he knows the place inside out.

but when you come in — joggers low waisted and tube top showing everything but your nipples — and ask him in that sweet, bimboish voice “where the flour was?” (aisle, 1 right at the fucking entrance), shop!assistant armin has to mentally think where the quietest and least frequented corner of the shop was at this time of day.

shop assistant!armin makes better judgement and goes for the baby aisle. and its wicked thinking, because as soon as he leads you there instead of aisle 1, you’re bending down in front of him to inspect the contents of the shelf.

“this isn’t where the flour is” you pout. your breasts accidentally(?) pop out of your top as you’re bending forwards to inspect the formula powders and wipes.

shop assistant!armin isn’t a virgin but hes sure as hell acting like one concerning how he busses a nut in his boxers then and there at the sight, the stickyness warm against his balls. there’s no embarrassment that you’ve just flashed shop assistant!armin. all you do is utter a small “oops!” before squeezing them back in.