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miekasa · 3 years

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love talk

+ pairings: eren yeager + (fem) reader

+ genres and warnings: it’s not important that eren is a tattoo artist i just wanted to share bc i gave him tattoos here :’), fluff i think, smut/nsfw content, if you see a hint of eremin then no you don’t </2

+ word count: almost 2k, sickening innit luv

+ notes: yeah, still thinking about eren speaking german during sex bc he’s losing his mind hehe. i suppose this is the… softer version. might post another one later, who knows. and yes, i did almost name this pussy talk.

Unbeknownst to him, Eren Jaeger speaks three languages.

The first two are obvious, but English is his preferred language; the one you’ll find him speaking most often. It only makes sense, seeing as it’s what the overwhelming majority of people, media, and signs spew at him.

The second is more reserved; something you might assume given his name, but not know for sure unless you asked, or stuck around long enough to catch him rambling excitedly to Armin in German, with broken slang phrases of English interspersed. It’s fascinating—cute, moreover—the way he stumbles back and forth between both tongues; and the difference in tone between them. You’re not sure if your own bias is peeking through, but you’re certain Eren and Armin both sound a little… meaner in German; more sarcastic, at the very least—and you wouldn’t be surprised to find out they were talking shit the whole time.

Though, there is a special, reserved intonation to his mother tongue that shows itself when Eren’s around you. It doesn’t seem to be by choice—gone beyond comprehension that he’s forced to revert to grunted expressions and curses in a language foreign to his surroundings. You assume them to be curses; you never can confirm, and Eren seems to not even be aware of his switching in the heat of the moment, can never quite recall what he was saying to you.

There are times when he’s reduced to mere sounds, no comprehensible words between the hundreds of thousands he knows—only guttural moans, and breathy sighs, and he seems to not even be able to understand himself. You have to admit, it’s a bit of an ego boost to be able to fuck your boyfriend stupid in two languages.

And at first glance, Eren doesn’t seem like the type of guy to know about anything outside of himself. He doesn’t seem like the full-sleeve, three ear piercing, tattoo artist kinda kid; but Eren Jaeger speaks the language of pictures, of symbols, of images, that he is able to decipher and give meaning to upon creation. He’s got a penchant for art, and a vision bigger than himself, so it’s only right that he takes his knowledge and applies it in its most permanent form. The tattoos are more than a hobby for him—they’re an extension of himself, his art, his language; and his body is the only canvas fit enough to capture them.

So, here, with Eren laying on his back, chest exposed, arms bent for his hands to rest against your waist, you get to see the culmination of all the words and all the pictures, from all the languages he’s deemed important enough to find a place on his skin.

“Do all of your tattoos have a meaning?” you question, reaching your hand up to trace over the delicate waves that ride along his right collarbone.

“No,” Eren winces when you move—just enough of him to feel an ounce of friction inside of you, but not enough to give him what he wants. He wiggles himself a bit, desperate for something, “Not at all.”

It makes you chuckle, with a sort of disbelief, at both his words and his actions, “You get things tattooed on your body that don’t mean anything to you?”

Eren lets out a shaky breath, followed with a boyish smile. He blinks at you slowly, lids fluttering and hands gripping tightly at your body, “Learned that not everything has to have a deep meaning to want to keep it around,” he tells you, right palm moving to venture over your tummy, and up your sides, “Somethings you just love.”

You don’t miss the lilt in his voice on the word ‘love,’ but you play it off, rolling your eyes at his deliberately sweet affections, and then, gently, your hips, “Pretty poetic for something with no meaning.”

“Yeah, well, Armin taught me that,” Eren grits, hands fastening themselves at your hips again.

“You talk about Armin a lot when we’re in bed you know,” you taunt him, moving your fingers to trace over more of the tattoos that litter his right shoulder, “Something I should know about?”

Eren shivers at the feeling—of your fingertips on his skin, and what he swears was an intentional clench around him, “You don’t seem to mind.”

You smile at him, enjoying the contortions of his face when you run your hands down his chest, palms pressed lightly against his pelvic bone. Eren bends a knee, but does he best to remain still, and you can’t help but to chuckle. He looks pretty when he’s trying his best.

“I’m greedy,” you tell him, raising your hips, and pausing in your words as you slowly lower yourself back on to him.

“Trust me,” Eren scoffs, a façade to cover up his reddening cheeks and shaky thighs, “I know.”

He tries to move his hips up, desperate for something more; for you to fucking move, but, you keep your hips perfectly still. Instead, you reach your arms behind you, and onto Eren’s thighs, cementing them to the bed. He groans, his hands sliding down to your own thighs, fingertips digging into your flesh.

“And you called me greedy,” you huff, amused, as Eren rolls his eyes beneath you. When you’re sure he’s not going to move, you bring your arms back around, palms splayed on his stomach, “Relax. This is what you asked for, isn’t it?”

“Honestly, in an ideal world, this would be happening when I was playing COD, not when I was already impossibly hard with morning wood. And with a lot less teasing on your part.”

You have to laugh—genuinely giggle—at Eren’s blunt honesty. He’s unintentionally charming; another linguistic skill he seems unaware that he’s proficient in. You can tell he doesn’t understand the source of your amusement, but the look in his eyes, the twinkle in his irises lets you know he’s too far gone to even care.

“Call it a lesson in self-control,” you say, moving your hands to his sides in time with a shallow grind of your hips, “Besides, I’m admiring you.”

Eren keeps his hands anchored on your thighs, shivering at sensitivity of his dick coupled with your hands stroking over his pecs, “Lesson fucking learning—babe, fuck, please—”

“Shh—not yet,” you coo, and reach to pull his arms off of you, leaving you with room to admire his sleeve. You take pity on him, holding his right wrist with both of your hands, before slowly beginning to bounce on him.

Eren squirms, his free hand reaching to grab at the flesh of your ass, eyes blinking open to watch his cock be buried inside of you. The relief is instant—for the both of you—immediate groans and shallow profanities slipping past your lips as you build a steady pace to ride him.

“Tell—tell me what this one means,” you question slowly, keeping your right hand around his wrist, but using your left to point to the tattoo; a stylized line art of crossed wings.

“Some shit about freedom,” Eren grunts, fingers twitching, “Fuck, babe—more, please, I’ll—”

Eren cuts himself off with a whine, and you hiss yourself, lifting your body all the way to the tip, before lowering yourself again at an agonizingly slow pace. At this rate, you can feel everything; every vein on his shaft, every twitch of his cock. You feel Eren deep inside of you, even see where the bulge outlines your tummy.

You still yourself for just a second, catching your breath, anchoring yourself on Eren. You’re pretty far gone yourself, but you want more; for yourself, and for him. You do your best to stay coherent, slowly grinding atop of him, questioning him about another tattoo on his arm, ignoring the way his palm grips at your bicep. It’s a small one, with detailed Japanese characters that you can’t understand, but appreciate anyway; it’s one of your favorites, and you ask Eren about its meaning, clenching yourself around him as punctuation to your question.

Eren sucks air between his teeth, left hand pulling back to run his fingers through his hair, a grunted word in German falling from his lips. You smirk, but let him try to answer you.

“I don’t fucken’ know,” Eren grumbles, head thrashing from side to side, “It’s really fucken’ hard to remember anything—shit—like this. S’fucking torture.”

“Hm,” you hum, not satisfied; eager for more of Eren’s love language, “Tell me something in German, instead, then.”

But Eren can only babble beneath you; sounds incoherent in either language—reduced to desperate whines and grabby hands at your thighs, waist, boobs—anything. You lean forward, letting go of Eren’s tattooed wrist, and reaching to ghost your fingers over his lips.

“Come on, Eren, you’re usually so good at it when we do this,” you taunt him, words coated in sweetness that distract you from keeping up your pace, “Just want you to talk pretty to me. Tell me something, baby.”

Eren’s eyes travel from your fingertips, up your arm, neck, and to your face. When he meets your gaze something shifts; eyes heavy with want, and bitter with dissatisfaction.

So, he reaches for your extended hand, laces your fingers together, “Something like what?”

You wrap your fingers around his, then do the same with your left hand, “Anything.”

“Anything?”

“Yeah,” you affirm with a smile, finally satisfied.

Eren grunts, bending his right knee for leverage before he flips you over, hands still intertwined, but now pinned over your head, harshly pressed into the pillows below. He buries his head into the crook of your neck; licking a stripe along your collarbone, where you’d teased him minutes before. Then up, up, up, your neck to the shell of your ear, retreating downwards to suck on the skin just beneath your ear, nipping with pointed teeth.

Eren keeps his weight on you, the length of his cock sliding over your slick folds while he bites angry, red blotches into your skin—a kind of impermanent tattoo of his own making on your body. The friction is good, but not enough, and you wonder if Eren intends on teasing you as long as you’d done to him; but, he breathes heavy breaths up your neck again, before mumbling a series of foreign syllables into your ear.

He hovers over your face, satisfied by the daze in your eyes; the slight openness of your mouth. It’s you who looks dumbstruck now, a foreigner to his ministrations; and for once, he’s in control with his second tongue.

“What—what does that mean?” you finally ask, squeezing your eyes briefly when Eren teases the tip just past your entrance.

Eren chuckles, airy, gritty, and cocky all at once. He pushes his cock inside of you, balls deep, only to pull out almost all the way, before leaning forward just slightly, so that his bottom lip grazes over yours.

“It means I love you,” he whispers, hips bucking forward, “Try to remember that, ‘cause I swear I’m gonna fuck you stupid, baby.”

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0aurelion-sol0 · 3 years

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The Fall Of Mikasa's Character (3/?)

SNK Endgame posts (4/?)

So wait...

Eren says the Founder's power made it so that there's no past and future and it kept messing with his head...

But that isn't the Founder's power.

It's supposed to be the Attack Titan's power.

This chapter literally retcons the rules it setted chapters before it.

The Founder's power has nothing to do with Time, it is the Attack Titan.

These are the Abilities of the Founder: Titan creation, Titan behavioral control, memory and body manipulation of Subjects Of Ymir (except Ackerman but the last chapter retconned that too since Mikasa speaks about "THAT DAY WHEN EREN CAME TO VISIT US") telepathic communication with Subjects of Ymir.

Moreover, how come Eren said time messed up with his head when he was literally able to mindplay Zeke in 120 into thinking he was in control of the memories while it was him who controlled the memories in the first place hence in control of his power through time?

Also Frieda didn't know about it and she had the Founder, Grisha suspects that it's because of Karl Fritz's will but he still says that every titan is unique in it's own way. If the Founder is capable of travelling through time, the Attack Titan is no more unique.

And if the Founder is capable to travel through time, DON'T YOU THINK A CERTAIN KARL FRITZ WOULD HAVE USED IT TO MAKE SURE EVERYTHING GOES ACCORDINGLY TO HOW HE WANTED IT TO HAPPEN ?

Moreover The Attack Titan doesn't travel through time. It travels through memories big difference. So how come is Eren capable to go back to memories of people who do not have the Attack Titan, nor the Founder.

Also talking about the so called Lelouch plan of Eren.

Eren didn't have all the memories, how come is he able to make sure of that supposed end point with Mikasa will happen? After all in 121, Grisha gave up at the last second, it's Eren who had to influence him.

If anything the memories he saw could just change since even in the past things needed to be influenced. After all, in 134, he threw rocks at them while they were flying in mid air and the plane could've just exploded with everyone inside and all of his plan could've fell apart.

If Eren wanted his friends to pull a Lelouch, why did he put them in all of these dangerous situations ? So at times Eren can do something like in 131, but when Hange is about to get killed, he doesn't do anything ? It all seems too convenient to me. Was it him that send Falco the dream than ? Or is it something else ?

You can't have Eren not controlling his powers but able to in certain cases because "It's fate" and pull a Lelouch with so much limited information that he has when he himself doesn't have all the memories and doesn't understand most of them.

So we can manipulate the past but we can't change the future ?

In that case if the Attack Titan was striving for freedom ever since it existed. Does that mean Eren literally influenced all the events of the story including past wars ? Why does the Attack Titan strive for freedom when they are not even persecuted like during the Eldian Regime ?

If Eren has the power to influence the past, why doesn't he influence past events that created the whole mess between the Eldians and the world in that case ?

People are going to say it's Ymir, but the Attack Titan always refused to obey the King's Order and Ymir was devoted and "in love" with him so it can't be her ?

The Attack Titan's Owners eye colors changes when they get the Titan and ressemble those of Eren. Just like Frieda when she is taken by Karl Fritz's will.

But here, we see Eren's (and Grisha's titan) with two different eye color, pre-timeskip and post-timeskip. It seems more...translucid but Eren didn't have the Full Founder's power during Liberio so did Eren influence itself in titan form. If so, if it is him, why has Eren been shown to be afraid of his own will ? Why did Eren physically change to look more and more like his Titan ? Shouldn't he just look like himself ?

Also Eren had the Founder pre-timeskip, why his eyes changed colors during Liberio and not during the pre-timeskip ?

After all in one flashback when the Volunteers arrive on the island, Eren still has a semblance of pre-timeskip eyes. But is starting to turn into post timeskip eyes.

So does that mean Eren influenced everything into the story or is it just it's will that's controlling people ?

By the way how come their eyes changes to those of Eren, if they literally existed before him ? Did Eren sent his DNA to the past ?

So does that means Eren influenced wars even at times when Eldians weren't persecuted, killed Faye, killed Carla just so because he wanted to do genocide ?

Eren says it's because he had an endgame which was Mikasa's choice, than says it's because the Founder messed with his head and than he says it's because he wanted to do it. And let's not even count past chapters and how Eren's motivation changed like a hundred times.

Why doesn't he tell anybody about what he saw during the ceremony in chapter 90 ?

He seemed afraid by the Rumbling but still wants to do it ? Because he has to ?

So Eren can manipulate 2000 years of history but isn't capable of saving his own mother from a titan he already controlled before ? Because yet again, it's "fate." But Eren already hated the titans before his mother died, both in chapter 1 and 73, we learn that Eren already wants to go outside and is mad at the titans for stealing his freedom. His mother doesn't need to die since he is already angry anyway.

If Eren doesn't go with Zeke's plan, Zeke doesn't suggest to retake the founder during the meeting at the start of the Marley arc and the Liberio event doesn't happen.

That man manipulated the whole conflict. If Willy doesn't die (he says that to Magath), most of the world won't believe him and therefore an international attack on Paradis is very likely not to happen. They knew they were being spied upon and that they were going to get attacked.

Eren says he wants his friends to be heroes but half of them died and are forced to kill many people including innocents during Liberio including Armin who blew up a whole port.

Nothing is consistent in this story anymore.

Eren cannot be able to manipulate possibly hundreds of people and titan shifters before him and change the past to how he wants it (like in 121) than be unable to stop Dina, a titan who he was able to control earlier because the Founder messed up with his head and time when 121 proves otherwise.

So Eren is capable of precisely erase the memories of all his friends (including an Ackermam) in the blink of an eye but isn't able to save his own mom ?

All of this speaks "The power works when the author wants it to work".

By the way, if The Attack Titan only travels through memories of past owners, how come Eren was able to sent a memory to himself in chapter 1 when he didn't have the Founder nor the Attack Titan ?

Also how can he receive that memory from the future when the Memory Wipe of Karl Fritz stops any memory that has something to do with the outside world or something he doesn't like ? This was shown with Eren who had headaches about his father injecting him the serum but couldn't remember it because of that Memory Wipe.

Why would Eren send that memory to the past ? To change something but what ? He wanted to do the Rumbling ? Oh Of course I forgot his thoughts were inconsistent but he is able to manipulate a titan through 2000 years of History including his own father.

It was with Kruger who only had the Attack Titan that we were shown you can receive memories from the future. Kruger doesn't even know whose memories belong to and why would Eren sent a memory there when none of them know who Mikasa and Armin are ?

Also if Eren manipulated everything, how come Grisha who lost his first wife a few hours before he met Carla fell in love with her after seeing her for the first time? Did Eren influence his own father to be in love with his mother so he could be born just to destroy 80% of the world ?

I mean he does exactly what Kruger told him to do, he loves someone while the guy lost his first wife just a few hours before that moment.

Grisha should be a little more troubled by this.

Also VERY IMPORTANT!

Why does Grisha give Eren the Founder and the Attack Titan when he saw the Rumbling and asked Zeke to stop Eren ?

Why did Eren wanted Zeke to see that memory ? What was important in that memory ? Why is it never brought up again ?

Why would Grisha tell to Eren that if he wanted to save his friends, he'll have to control that "power" when Eren literally influenced him in the past and he saw that Eren got the Full power of the Founder in the future and unleashed the Rumbling ?

What power was he talking about ?

Why did he give Eren the Titan when he knew what he was about to do and didn't agree with it ?

Did Eren influence him but why would he tell Eren to control this power when he already does in the future ?

What was the point of that ?

I'm really starting to question whether this was Isayama's original ending anymore.

The Eremin teaser (4.5/?)

#snk 139 #snk 138 #aot 139 #aot 138 #snk spoilers #aot spoilers #eren jeager #grisha jeager #zeke jeager #frieda reiss #the attack titan #the founding titan #mikasa ackerman #armin arlert

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eremiie · 3 years

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broken promises

❥ angst | 3.9k words | eren x armin

❥ content: none. just pure heart break.

❥ the moment you’re born your soulmates words are etched into your skin, and the moment you meet them they disappear just as fast. so when eren meets armin why don’t his words go? and why does armin have to carry the weight of a wretched life on his shoulders? surely his fate is his fault.

this fic is a rendition of chapter 139! read at your own risk

this fic is for @mikaberries 4k collab event! my word was ‘broken promises’ and my ship was eremin! enjoy<3

ty to @arlerted for beta reading this fic!

"hey, why don't you put up a fight?"

those were the first words muttered to him.

"you're wrong! i'm not losing because i don't run."

those were the first words that made the black mark sprawled on eren's wrist begin to fade away, seeping from the tan skin and sprawling like dust onto the concrete he stood on.

the first words that made the blue of armin's eyes dazzle with interest, peering over his shoulder almost tumbling over to get a fresh look at what was holding eren's interest so well.

he knew what was holding eren's interest, he's seen it before with so many people close to him, he's heard stories from his grandparents. it couldn't be happening to him though? happening so soon? i mean he was just a kid, he—

"you're my soulmate..."

so if eren was his soulmate, why didn't the words disappear?

why were his first words to him not the ones scribbled on his skin?

nevertheless, armin wanted to grasp any hope presented to him. if eren was his soulmate he'd try his best to believe him. surely it was just a glitch in the system, maybe a phenomenon never discovered. but even then it didn't matter, because how eren's eyes gleamed at his bare wrist, eyes flicking from armin to his arm, to armin, it was all the confirmation armin needed.

still, on sleepless nights, when only the moonlight would beam through the window of the barracks leaving enough light for armin to peer down at the bare skin of eren's wrist and the words i promise on his own, he couldn't help but wonder if eren was really his.

his pale hand engulfs with eren's as eren drapes his arm over armin's waist. it was so welcoming. that same hand wraps him in blankets, it cups the soft skin of armin's cheek, it adjusts armin's ODM gear, it was the hand that armin, just by the way it moves so lovingly, would've suspected belongs to his soulmate.

it couldn't have been a mistake, mistakes with things like this just didn’t happen.

"i'm yours." eren's voice would grumble against the nape of armin's neck, breath fanning over the new goosebumps formed, and hand squeezing armin's a little tighter.

armin's breath hitches, swallowing his spit before adjusting himself until he was facing eren.

his eyes were so beautiful in the dim light. armin could admire every speck of blue that would dance across the green canvas, every slight glimmer of gold that reminds armin of eren's mother. it reminds him of the same glimmer that dropped onto the cold concrete when eren was deemed his.

eren blinks, once or twice, armin can't remember because his mind drifts farther than he wants, and untangles their hands, bringing one up to armin's cheek.

it's wet, a fresh tear falling from the corner of armin's eye that eren brushes away with the pad of his thumb.

when armin leans back to give eren a one over, he doesn't remember when eren’s hair got longer, when his eyes became so dull, or when his smile became a permanent pout.

his soulmate isn't supposed to be his and he lets the thought pull him away from reality more often than not. no matter how many times eren could repeat how they were meant to be it would never feel right.

there was a barrier in between them that kept armin farther away from eren than he wanted to be. a barrier that armin pounded against, aching to break and release him from the solemn thoughts that clouded his brain.

when eren wipes another tear that shines against armin's cheek, he pushes forward on the bed, pressing his forehead against armin's and closing his eyes so armin can't see them anymore.

the simple touch, the simple gesture brings armin back to reality and he can feel that familiar longing in the pit of his stomach, the furrow in eren's brow, and the newfound wetness of his cheek.

he doesn't mean to press his forehead so hard against eren's, but the closer he is to him, the more he can feel the warmth of eren's skin. he can silence the storm inside of him. maybe if he tries hard enough and sticks close to eren that barrier would break, at least crack.

eren's palm brings armin as close as possible by the back of his head until he can feel armin breathing on his chin. armin could tell eren that he wasn't meant for him over and over again, but there was no mark on his wrist anymore, no sign that screamed armin wasn't his in his eyes. as long as his skin was a clean slate, as long as he could spend restless nights with his lover, days laying in each other's arm's under the tree as they stared at the wall longing for freedom, armin belonged to him.

"will you still be mine when you leave for marley?" he cuddles closer to eren, hands sat against his lover’s chest as he takes pleasure in his presence.

eren reluctantly nods his head and presses armin closer, a soft press of his lips to armin's nose.

"i'll still be yours."

"and you'll—"

"i'll still be yours. until we see the rest of the world together; the flaming water, frozen plains, and snowfields of sand."

armin stifles noise and sinks down from where he was against eren’s forehead until his head is in the fabric of eren's shirt, hands grabbing at the cotton so tight that eren's afraid he might tear it.

eren's shirt is getting wet but he doesn't mind. he wants to cry too.

instead, he lets his thumb smooth over the same strands of blonde hair he plaits while sitting in a field of campanulas, and lets his hand lightly ruffle the tresses he watches armin toy with, contemplating if he should cut them or not.

the next time he sees armin they're cut.

the next time armin sees eren, his eyes are duller than that night they were tangled in each other's arms.

armin barely says a word to eren on the airship, there was nothing to be said. nothing to be said when sasha died, her blood staining the wood of the ship. nothing to be said after the conversation at the table, armin's blood being wiped away by the damp cloth in mikasa's hand.

he never had a voice like eren, but when he screams at him on the floor where he sits around shards of broken glass and spilled wine as mikasa tries to get him to stand, he uses eren's own voice against him— words so passionate and spat like venom at eren that he has no choice but to turn around for a mere second.

someone who could kill so plainly and drag his loved ones along, not shedding a single tear as he goes, didn't seem like the soulmate set for armin.

but the way eren turns around, a snarl on his face that juxtaposes the gloss of a limpid tear in his eye— for a second, just for a second armin thinks otherwise.

and when he looks down at his wrist, "i promise." still haunting him, he wishes the world was kind.

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armin slams the door behind himself, leaving mikasa alone in the gloomy storage room.

it was his fault a darkened cloud was hanging over the room, his outburst at mikasa wasn't her fault— but how could she even think about eren with all the peril happening?

his breathing is heavy and the sounds of titans are right next to his ears, pounding and stomping their way across the ocean, across the world. it was so noisy, the screams outside, people running from falling debris. he wishes the noise would cease for only a moment so he could gather his thoughts.

armin wipes at his eyes in hopes that it would stop the way his vision begins to blur. he stumbles backward using his free hand to steady himself once he hits the brick wall behind him.

truth being, no matter how little the thought was he was thinking about eren too.

he pulls at his sleeve to further hide his wrist, teeth-gritting as he fails to hold back tears that slip from his eyes and onto the floor he stood on. they decorate the stone floors in lovely splotches, darkening the grey and creating spots that'd disappear with time. but, as long as armin kept crying the least likely the evidence would simply "disappear".

"i'm tired." his voice cracks and like a broken dam tears begin to flow free, sliding down his cheeks as his skin begins to flush. he knows he can't stop them now. he can't stop the thoughts in his head or the tears staining his cheeks. he wishes to relax and be at the ocean again, staring across the waves where he finally got a taste of what freedom was before it was snatched away again. "i hate this."

no matter how hard he wipes at them, they're never-ending. why does he have to be the boy whocries? who can't defend himself, the boy with the burden placed on him, the boy with no soulmate. "i hate this, i hate this."

his knees buckle and he allows himself to slide down the wall, ODM gear clinking as it hits the floor, the wall rough as it scrapes against the material of his shirt. it's easier to block out the cries of terror outside and instead bury himself in his hands to cry for someone to release him from this stress.

he's tired of the wrenching in his heart, thoughts being solely on the one he thought was destined for him. no matter how hard he tries to think of what was most important his mind can't help but wander back to calm nights with eren. what could've been and what he wished became.

how did he fall in love with someone so wretched? and how did they make him so wretched?

his sniffles are the only thing he can hear and his tears decorate the sleeves of his shirt— just like he decorated eren's the last night his arms cradled him close.

"i hate you. i hate that we have to kill you— you're," a sob breaks his sentence, but he's thankful for it because he didn't want to finish it anyway. the next words to come out wouldn't have been true. they would've just been a fit of anger and sadness that clawed at his heart, twisting it between its grasp and trying its best to break the little hope armin had left.

"we have to kill you." is what he says instead.

what was he doing? there was no time to sob, no time to cry over someone like eren. he would heed the words he told mikasa— there was no time to think about eren, he was a lost cause.

armin unsteadily picks himself off the ground, adjusting the gear around his waist and using the back of his hand to wipe stray tears. he's lucky no one came through or went out the doors— it would've just been another open performance of his weakness and it'd be proof that erwin was the one who should've been chosen that day.

he would let eren go and he would do what he had to do to save the people around him, it was the least he could do after erwin's death.

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when his titan is standing in front of eren's colossal titan those words mean nothing.

it's the adrenaline that tames the pull on his heart. he's so close yet so far— his soulmate, no eren, is right there but here he was doing all he could to stop him.

there's no time to relish in the past, although it flashes in the back of his head. loose memories of what eren was and the monster he’s become.

he wants to remember eren's rough palms against his cheeks again, his natural warmth he radiates while he pulls armin close as possible. but he pushes the memories to the back of his head— they were nothing but an echo now.

he has to give it his all because he's sure eren isn't thinking the same way as him.

the mosaic of him holds pieces of eren in it and it was evident by the flicker of eren's passion in his eyes when he stares him down, fists raised and only a murmur of "why did it turn out this way?" leaving trembling lips.

when he throws a heavy arm at eren it's like it all happens in slow motion; first, a pounding in his skull, causing him to close his eyes at the twinge, then a burst of light flashing over his eyes, and albeit how they stayed close a blanket of white drops over his vision.

he loses his balance and wonders if eren has knocked him out yet, until he lands on a hard surface. the pale sand is grainy under his hands and for some reason, his mind is blank. the soft whirring of what sounded like wind whips past his ears. he's calm.

armin flutters doe eyes open, adjusting to the brightness of the light in front of him. it was oddly familiar. purples, blues, and greens surrounded the striking light— and the longer he stares forth, the more it reminds armin of a tree whose branches reach for the sky. he's mesmerized. this must be what space is— stars adorning the black mural, as rays of colorful light burst over the top of armin like pops of fire being sent into the sky.

it's beautiful, and armin's reminded of earth, of the comfort of life— even in the walls. maybe this was what he believed was on the other side of the walls when he was younger, and if he sat in front of his younger self and explained the sight in front of him, telling him this is what was out there, he was sure he would've believed it.

"armin."

the blonde whips his head around, meeting a face his memories know so well.

eren's skin is illuminated by the light of paths, a gleam in such familiar green eyes that he only ever thought he'd see in his dreams. his hands are pocketed and his hair is free, laying gently against the side of his face. bags pull at the skin below his eyes and a tired smile graces his face as he puts a hand out for armin to grab.

armin wants to grab it but he recoils, scrambling to stand up on his own and dusting the sand from his hands. his eyebrows are furrowed and he's scowling at eren as he crosses his arms.

he doesn't know what to say— he doesn't know where he is. he's still mad at eren, he can't just take him to a dream-like place and think everything is okay. he's killed so many people, he's dragged his friends into what could only be described as hell, and eren didn't know the toll he put on armin's life. he couldn't just waltz into it, destroy everything, and expect armin to just talk to him again.

armin seems to always be too caught up in his thoughts because when eren's palm– that's still as warm as he remembers– presses him to eren's chest it takes him a moment too long to realize. the ends of eren's hair that graze armin's nose is something he'd never thought he'd feel again.

eren shouldn't be hugging him, but he can't push him off— it hurts.

it hurts when eren's stray tears hit the top of his head and it hurts when eren clings to armin like he'll disappear if he lets go. the cries of "i'm sorry," are all armin can hear as eren sinks to the floor in front of him, weeping tears of agony and years of pain that he was never able to share.

eren knows he caused everyone pain, and he knows what he's done is unforgivable, and although he's caused everyone so many tears, eren needs to be the boy who cries this time.

armin shudders, impending sobs trying to wrack his body. his hand cups his mouth as he drops to his feet as well. when eren glances up at him with woeful eyes, he can paint a picture with those blue flecks and glimmers of gold that he finally gets to see again. he sighs shakily and turns his head away from eren in fear of the tears he was trying to blink back from falling.

armin lets eren explain himself.

he lets eren reduce him to a complete sobbing mess. all these months of asking himself why was all summed up to him, the only question being left unanswered being why he still had words slapped across his wrist. he doesn't dare to ask about it— he's sure he already knows the answer.

"so... you're going to die?" armin asks hesitantly, scrunching particles of sand in between his hands.

"i have to. i have to atone somehow."

it's the words armin knows would slip from eren's mouth but not the words armin wants to hear. leaning forward he places his hands on eren's shoulders, a pleading look across the ocean that was his eyes. at least that's how eren would describe it.

"but maybe there's a way we can fix this!"

eren gives armin a small smile, placing his hands over armin's so gently. "armin... you think i'll be free like you once all this is over?"

armin's pleading expression fades and is replaced by a dejected one, his lips falling and his eyebrows turning upwards. "eren..."

eren pulls armin close to him, hand in his hair once more, tangling through the blonde strands and burying his nose into them. they smell just how he remembered, even with how short his hair was now— like fresh linen and the smell of the ocean that lingers even after only one visit.

"eren," his eyes screw as he bawls into eren's shoulder while wrapping his arms around him. "but you promised."

armin pulls away just as fast when the thought hits him. he grabs eren's wrist and pulls it from his hair. "you promised! you said we'd see the flaming water... the... the frozen plains and the snowfields of sand! you promised!"

eren shakes his head profusely, more tears being shed as his hands come up to cup armin's own wet face.

armin's vision is obscured by his own tears and he rests his head in the palm of eren's head, indulging in the feeling because he won't get to feel it again.

he'll remember the intimacy he shared with eren from hearing his heartbeat in his ears as he laid against his chest to tracing the skin of eren's arm to lull himself to sleep. it wasn't fair that it had to be like this. that it had to be a mere reflection of what was, but it was his fault for being so gullible.

from the day he was still left with such a taunting mark he should've known that if his mark was still etched on his wrist, eren being his soulmate wasn't tangible. he should've left well enough alone and accepted his fate, met his soulmate years from that day and lived the life he was meant to live.

maybe then he wouldn't be stuck in what was a cruel form of torture, a life that lead to show him his karma of being so greedy— of trying to hold onto whatever was sent his way. he wasn't even supposed to be here right now.

yet, here he was, eren pressing his lips to armin's forehead, both of his cheeks, his nose and then a last tender one to his lips. although armin struggles to reciprocate them, eren can understand that they were received.

"you go, and you see all of those things without me because even when i'm not here the freedom you're granted is proof of me."

shaky hands reach to place themselves over eren's. "you promised."

"i'm sorry."

"eren, you—"

"i'm sorry."

to armin, it was confirmation that him and eren weren't meant to be. soulmates just weren't like this. he wouldn't have his mark, there wouldn't be so much hurt, and the promise eren shared with him would've been fulfilled.

armin refused to believe that his soulmate is eren.

he couldn't wonder who would come after eren when someone like eren existed. he couldn't fathom who else would put their life on the line like eren did not only for him but for everyone around him. who else would fight like eren did, all for selfless reasons.

whoever was eren’s true soulmate has to be the saddest yet happiest person on earth, to have a destined one like eren yet never be able to acknowledge him.

he'd come to terms with eren's fate, and he'd move on— after all what he thought was his fate was never meant to be.

eren pulls armin to a standing position and using the sleeve of his coat he wipes both him and armin's faces.

"i love you."

armin takes in eren's features, noting them down so he'd be able to remember them forever— even after he's gone.

"i love you too."

stepping forward, eren takes armin's hand in his own. "i'll be with you every step you take away from those walls and i'll be with you everywhere you visit."

it's hard to hear, but armin still manages to nod his head.

"i promise."

eren and everything around him begins to fade. he's trying to piece him together in his mind— create a solid memory to cherish forever.

the world around him fades and he's back on a sad dirt ground, palms stabling him as he begins to get up, mikasa walking towards him with the remnants of eren in her hands.

when he reaches for eren's head, it's only then he notices the words that his eyes used to linger back to every few hours are gone.

armin didn't realize when the words on his arm began to faintly glow and bleed because at the same time he was picking pieces of eren up and placing them together to create a firm picture that he wouldn't forget.

pale skin was the only thing left in its path— and when his eyes flit back to eren he sees his soulmate. for the first time he's sure of it.

“paths...” armin mutters to himself as his hand smooths over the cooling skin of eren’s face.

this eren existed in paths where time is nonlinear— speaking armin words for what could have been the first as long as he continued to reside in them. “he said it in paths…” he says shakily, and he winces at his own voice.

time wasn’t linear in such a void, and eren had spoken the short sentence on his wrist into existence long before armin knew.

eren was his soulmate.

his soulmate who he was supposed to see the world with; flaming water, frozen plains, and snowfields of sand.

his soulmate who set him free yet he'd rather be chained to for the rest of his life if it meant he could wake up with him everyday.

his soulmate who he doubted so heavily, transfixed on two words that plagued his whole being.

his soulmate who didn't even know broke his heart, broke their promise.

"you promised."

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clfixationstation · 8 months

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It's funny when ems bring up Armin punching Eren for Mikasa as Armin being some great em defender, when he's really being a Mikasa defender, against Eren's shitty treatment of her

#cl thoughts #as he should #what a loser #stringing someone along for years while knowing their feelings for you is shitty behavior idc #idk I just wish mikasa was allowed to be mad on her own behalf #armin too though he's allowed small pockets of rage #ema #armin arlert #mikasa ackerman #eren jaeger #i just feel horrible for armin and mikasa tbh #at least eren was actually truthful with armin in the end #and ea actually understand each other #eremin #while mikasa is just left devastated?? not allowed to know her beloved wholly??#whatever bro i don't think I'm making sense anymore

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junisfics · 3 years

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i can't stop thinking about slacker eren and his chill skater roomate armin! like eren in his sweats and vans, glossy hair pulled up into a casual bun, blue eyes extra vibrant from the red haze in them. and armin. with his oversized sweater and collared t-shirt under, black layered necklaces resting on his throat, the cross necklace that lays on his pale collarbone. he looks so pretty, a strange mix between e-boy and soft boy. You can't help but think he looks too nice to be around eren.

so imagine you're surprise when you see them in the hallway one night, Eren's arm wrapped around armin's shoulder, the blonde leaning into the brunette. you should leave. It's none of your business whatever they're doing, you should give them privacy. but the thing is you don't want too.

they're both so pretty, and the way eren lifts the blondes chin up, the way he looks at him, it makes your poor little tummy awfully nervous and your thighs press together. and you definitely shouldn't be there when they finally do kiss, when the brunette moans into armin's mouth, when armin whines and then begins to grind against the taller boy.

holy shit fuck FUCK

i would kill to be able to watch eremin makeout oh my god. just to be able to hear armins sweet whines and erens deep groans oh my god

#eremin smut

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madara-fate · 2 years

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Except for ss, dramione and inukag, all ships I've ever had in fandoms have all been mlm ( kagehina, eremin, bkdk, victuuri, merthur, malec etc) even in Naruto , I had gaalee and kakairu , but I could never make myself ship sns, their bond seemed platonic from the start, and was eventually confirmed in the manga. It was also the fact that they got married to two WOMEN , and with the exception of merthur and eremin, the characters I mentioned above have never been shown straight so headcanon seems appropriate, but we should really respect canon. I could never harrass eremika shippers and not feel like a douchebag, and a loser lol, they are canon, nothing is bigger than that no matter how they behaved around each other. How sns stans do that day in and out to sakura and hinata is just pathetic. Now, would sns stans call me homophobic too? The amount of bullshit people can spew is astonishing really, not to mention double standards.

Well, I'd say that Lee's crush on Sakura and Kakashi's love for Jiraiya's heterosexually perverted novels are evidence enough that they're straight, but I suppose that's besides the point.

#Naruto

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incorrectsnkships · 3 years

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On the topic of eremin what's like uh yo favorite headcannon for the ship dude?

that’s a great question anon! this is one of the many headcanons that i’ve came up with, but this one is probably my favourite one. it does take place when they’re kids, around the ages 9-12, before they joined the cadet corps. i hope you enjoy!

i like to think that eremin had sleepovers when they were kids. and they’d always have play dates or they’d go out exploring together and eren would say “hey! you should sleep over mine tonight!” and for the remainder of the time they have outside they’d come up with a list of reasons as to why armin should sleep over. and carla always says yes and they don’t even need the reasons but carla always finds it amusing.

and around six o’clock when it’s time for armin to go home, they’d sit carla down and would beg carla to let armin stay.

“reasons why armin should stay; number one, we’re both very tired, too tired for armin to go home!”

“mrs. carla please, going home would make me feel so lonely, i love staying here!”

“we’ll be quiet! we’ll be in bed by 9:00!”

and they promise to be asleep by 9:00 but there they are, playing tag in the kitchen at 10:30 because they have too much energy and couldn’t possibly sleep. and carla finishes up washing dishes from dinner while they laugh and scream and run under the table, racing and thundering up the stairs. grisha always comes home late, around 11:00, say 11:30, and eren and armin are always up late. and grisha always says “i assume that armin is staying the night?”

and when they come home from playing outside all day, they’re always covered in dirt so carla has to run them a bath and they sit in the crate together and play in the bubbles and splash and get water everywhere. and they’ve just gotten used to taking baths together because they started doing it at such a young age, and they’ll still do it in the cadet corps/survey corps.

jean: where are you two going?

armin: for a bath :)

jean: what- like- together?

eren: yeah? what’s wrong with that?

sasha: it’s just that people don’t randomly take baths together

eren: we’ve been doing it since we were like nine

everyone:

eren: is- is that normal?

but as they got older, bath time became more quieter. less energetic, and more mature and relaxing. they’d sit opposite each other and lay their arms on the side of the tub and interlock fingers, tell each other how lucky they are that they’re both still alive.

eren would of course dry armin’s hair. he’d ruffle it up with a towel and rub aggressively but gentle at the same time.

they often reminisce back to when they were kids, and bring up the memories.

“eren, remember when we went out and i fell in the brook a few years ago?”

“remember those rolls you and my mother would bake?”

“remember that time that we went to the library? we should go again some time!”

so overall, their relationship started when they were kids, thank you goodbye. and they never like, officially started dating, i think they just mutually decided that they were boyfriends and went from there. i hope you enjoyed this anon :)

#incorrectsnkships #aot #attack on titan #shingeki no kyojin #snk #gay #eremin #eren yeager x armin arlert #armin x eren #eren yeager #eren jaeger #armin is bisexual and uses he/they pronouns #armin arlert #eremin headcanons #thank you anon!#this was fun :)

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valxeren · 3 years

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here’s me suffering from eremin brainrot </3

pairing: manbun eren x nerd armin

content warnings: mention of drugs (weed), other than that it’s all fluff

wc: 1.6k

note: once again this was just supposed to be a drabble, but i always get carried away </3 i also didn’t proofread this

eren jaeger was perhaps one of the most popular guys in school. his outgoing personality made it easy for him to get along with almost everyone, and his good looks constantly brought girls to his feet. he had everything he could ever wish for, yet he felt miserable.

behind his joyous exterior, he was quietly suffering alone. it’s his senior year, and he’s failing the one class he absolutely needs to pass in order to graduate. one would probably think “it’s not that bad, he just need to work harder,” but he was at his wit’s end. he’s stayed after school to get help from his teacher multiple times, but nothing seemed to be working.

“you should probably seek out armin if you’re failing that bad,” historia says, seemingly uninterested in eren’s complaints. he barely hears her words over the chatter of everyone else in the hallway, and their height difference doesn’t make things better.

“you said what?” eren asks while leaning down to hear her better. “armin? you mean the lil nerd that’s always in the library?”

“yeah, the one that’s always with marco. they’re both smart, but i think armin would be your best bet,” she’s pushing through the crowd with ease, and eren has a hard time catching up to her. eventually, they’re standing outside her classroom.

as two of the most popular people in school, it wasn’t uncommon for them to be around one another. in fact, they’ve spent enough time together that people thought they were dating. it was nothing but rumors though, eren had no interest in her.

“i’ll think about it. you wanna hang after school?” he asks casually.

“can’t. i’m grounded, remember?” she rolls her eyes. right.

“i’ll see you around then,” he goes to hug her, but she walks into the classroom without another word. it killed his ego a little bit.

the bell rings, and eren makes his way to the library since he has a free period. usually, he’d spend this time to sneak out behind the school and smoke a blunt with connie or someone else, but right now he’s on a mission.

the library wasn’t completely unfamiliar to eren; he’s been there a handful of times to do research for some of his classes, but he doesn’t know what the different sections are for or how it’s organized. however, it doesn’t take him that long to find what he’s looking for. he sees a tuft of blonde hair peeking over the top of one of the bookshelves, and he confidently strides over in that direction.

“hey,” eren says nonchalantly, but it causes the blond to jump. it seems like he was helping the librarians re-shelve some books.

“h-hey,” armin’s heart is pounding in his chest because what in the world is eren jaeger doing, talking to him? he wasn’t too fond of the brunet; he thought that eren was just another loud, obnoxious person who would probably peak in high school.

“i need your help.”

“me?” armin questions while pointing to himself. “are you sure you’ve got the right person?”

“well duh. you’re armin, are you not?” eren starts tapping his foot out of impatience.

armin’s fully taken aback; he didn’t expect eren to talk to him, much less know his name. he never really aimed to stand out; he was in a lot of academic clubs and he was also the top rank out of all the seniors but other than that, he usually kept to himself.

———

“it’s okay, eren. let’s do this one more time,” armin states calmly. it’s been a month since eren first came to him, and they’re currently sitting on the floor of his bedroom.

“i can’t do it. i just can’t,” eren groans and buries his face in his hands.

armin shuffles around the index cards in his hands and sighs. “you got this. come on. what does helicase do in dna replication?”

“i dunno. it like unzips it or something,” eren says. the blond smiles at him, and he feels his heart skip a beat.

“yeah, it’s something like that. good job! now onto the next one...”

eren feels all warm inside when armin praises him, and it motivates him to actually try harder. within the next ten minutes, they’ve gone through the whole stack of cards without having to skip any of them. armin puts his hand up for a high-five, and eren feels a spark in his hand as they came into contact. during his drive home, he can’t help but feel giddy whenever he looks at his hand.

———

it turns out that eren wasn’t as bad as armin made him out to be. it was easy to see how eren got along with everybody he met. he always knew how to make a good time out of anything, and armin was slowly but surely coming out of his shell.

he was convinced that eren didn’t even need his help anymore, and that he was just making up excuses to hang out with him. today, he came into the library with a test in his hand. on the top of it was a bright red 100%, and the smile on eren’s face was so wide.

“i’m proud of you. i knew you could do it,” armin beams when eren sits next to him. he slides his book to the side a little so that eren has enough room.

“it’s all thanks to you,” eren says while putting it away into his backpack. armin can’t help but blush at the comment. “what are you reading?”

“the maze runner. it’s about–” armin’s sentence gets cut short when eren reaches for his glasses. he’s afraid that he might take them from him, but instead, he actually pushes them up his nose.

“sorry. they were about to fall off,” eren says, and armin’s skin is on fire. he becomes a sputtering mess, and eren can’t help but smile to himself. it felt rewarding every time he made him get flustered.

———

armin was never interested in school dances; he didn’t really see the point in going to them. he wasn’t a fan of the large crowds or blaring music, so he surely surprised himself when he accepted eren’s invitation to prom. part of him kept thinking about the line of girls that probably wanted to go with him, with historia being at the front. the thought got pushed to the back of his mind when he stressed about finding something to wear. since he didn’t have anything nice, he ended up dragging mikasa around town to find a suit.

“i don’t know if i’m more surprised by the fact that you’re going to prom, or the fact that you’re going to prom with eren jaeger,” she told him when he first broke the news. they eventually settled for a dark green blazer and a matching bowtie with a black button up shirt and black pants.

the day before prom, he decided to get a haircut as well. he could barely recognize himself in the mirror; his long hair had been neatly trimmed to cover his forehead, and he got an undercut as well. he hoped that eren liked it as much as he did.

and oh boy did he get his answer when eren came to pick him up the next night. armin’s mom opens the door for him and welcomes him inside while he puts the finishing touches to his look. at the last minute, he ditches his glasses and opts to wear contacts instead.

“oh my god,” eren gawks at armin as he walks down the stairs. his heart is racing and he swears that it might explode right out of his chest. he was struggling to find the right words to say, and he decided on a simple, “you look so good.”

armin forgets how to function once he realizes what eren’s wearing. it’s a suit similar to his, but in blue. what a coincidence, he thought.

a couple hours later, eren and historia are crowned prom king and queen. a slow song is put on as they dance together, and armin can’t help but feel a little jealous. it gets worse when eren leans down to whisper something in her ear, causing her to erupt in a fit of giggles.

he forgets all about it once eren is in front of him once again. they have a great time jumping around to the lively music, and the image of eren smiling and laughing the entire time is forever imprinted in his mind.

as prom comes close to an end, another slow song is played. one of eren’s hands is on armin’s waist and the other is clasping his hand. as eren looks down at the boy in front of him, he becomes tempted by his pink lips and how soft they look. he quickly looks away to hide his blush, but armin definitely notices it.

both boys are sad when the night comes to an end on armin’s porch. they’re both standing there, not wanting to say goodbye yet, until eren breaks the silence.

“have you ever um... been kissed?” eren says in almost a whisper. he doesn’t remember the last time he felt this shy around someone.

armin is caught off guard, and he feels blood rush to his cheeks. “i uh– no. i haven’t.”

“can i kiss you?” eren asks, and the blond slowly shakes his head.

he’s worried that eren might judge him for not knowing how to kiss someone, since he’s probably had his fair share of kisses. but all thoughts leave his mind once eren’s lips are on his. they’re softer than he thought, and he could taste the residue of his strawberry lip balm.

both boys lay wide awake in bed during the late hours of the night, recalling the events that took place earlier that day. it seemed like a fantasy, like it was too good to be true. one thing is for sure, though: that night was a night they’d never forget.

#attack on titan #eren jaeger #armin arlert #eremin #eren jaeger x armin arlert #aot #eren yeager #eren x armin #snk #aot fluff #eren yeager x armin arlert #armin arlelt #eren fluff #armin fluff #eren jaeger fluff #armin arlert fluff #shingeki no kyojin #tw: drugs #❥ by valxeren

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poppy-metal · 3 years

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Omg for the eremin x reader au, so Eren and Armin got together way before the reader joined the equation, so she’s hella insecure and shy around them even though they love her you know? Which leads to her distancing herself from them because they don’t need her anyway, right? Just imagine the soft and hot heated make up session they had once the boys find out that their princess feels like she’s not that important to them.

please. gonna make it a part two this

Cw: eren is mean at the beginning but he makes up for it <3 smut, the usual.

you becoming armins girlfriend but it leaving an empty feeling in your chest because you like eren too, knows how he looks at you and wishes he would just act on it. he’s there when armin fucks you, when armin makes you cream all over his cock, and sometimes he’ll join in, but he rarely touches you, the closest he’s gotten is holding you against his chest and spreading your legs for armin to fuck into you. you’d been turned on but also jealous of the way eren had leaned over the lock armin in a kiss, their tongues tangling, wishing you could kiss him.

It comes to a breaking point when eren displays his possessiveness again, hating how much armin is falling in love with you and how much he wants you too. He uses your desire to please him against you, makes you sit on a chair and watch as he fucks armin. They look so hot together, but it makes you feel a little squirmy on the inside, not being able to participate. And its made even worse when eren turns armins jaw so he’s looking at you, tells him “look at your little girlfriend watching you get your ass pounded, baby. tell her how good your daddies cock feels”

Armin, lost in the pleasure, of course doesn’t know any better. Looks at you with big blue puppy eyes as eren fucks his tight little hole and moans, “d-daddies cock feels so good inside me”

“Bet she wishes she could feel it” eren grunts. “Your girlfriends a little slut who wants your boyfriends cock, sweetheart, just look at her drooling over it. You wanna be armin, baby?”

You squeeze your thighs shut and dont answer. But eren knows, “Yeah, you do. Wanna feel what he feels every night when i slide my fat cock into his little boypussy. Desperate slut, wanna remind me what a real cunt feels like? hm?”

Armin whimpers under him, curling his legs around eren and dragging him down for a kiss. Eren keeps eye contact with you when he pushes his tongue into armins mouth, fucks him through his orgasm and coos in his ear, “that’s it baby, come for daddy, be my good little girlfriend and show me yours is the only wet hole i need”

Armin doesn’t know what eren has done, doesn’t know he’s pushed you away with just that line. Thinks this was all just kinkplay, and he’s so sweet. Making grabby hands for you and offering to get you off, tugging you towards his face, but you pull away.

When you leave that night, flicking a glance at the bed where eren cradles armin to his chest, watching you go with his jaw clenched, you send a message to armins phone, before blocking them both on all forms of media.

‘I can’t do this anymore. I’m sorry’

You don’t know about the explosive fight that occurs between armin and eren the next day. Armin has never been more angry, and it makes eren backpedal, try to hold him but armin just slaps his hands away. Tells eren he loves you and he knows eren likes you too so why is he so mean?

Eren can do nothing but clench his teeth together and stare at the ground as he admits he doesn’t want to lose armin, and doesn’t want to need anyone else but him. Armin reminds him he’s okay with armin needing you, so armins okay with eren needing you too. He wants eren to want you, has timdily encouraged eren touching you or having sex with you a couple of times, but never psuhed it, though he notices erens lingering stares on you.

Eren feels horrible, for pushing you away, for making you leave armin, for making you leave him. He just wanted armin to be happy, he didnt expect to want to make you happy too, or to want to open his arms to you. He knows he has to make it right, not just for armin but for him too.

-----

When you come out of your workplace, you don’t expect to see eren there, nor do you really want to. He’s leaning casually against the back of his car, smoking a cigarette, but he puts it out when he sees you, crushing it under one of his combat boots. He looks sheepish.

“Hey-”

You don’t give him the time of day though, breezing by him. You don’t have a car so you planned on walking to the bus station. Usually armin came to pick you up, but considering you’d basically ended things with him, you hadn't expected any rides anymore.

“Hey” Eren says again, and this time he’s right behind you, hand grabbing your arm to stop you. He turns you to him. “We need to talk”

You wish he wasn’t so pretty. You let yourself look at him, his stubble, his jade green eyes, the boyish way his hair falls into his eyes. But you shake your head. “No, we dont. You made that clear”

You pull away from him and start walking again. “Armin misses you” He calls out, but you don’t stop.

“I miss you.”

Okay, you stop at that. Don’t turn around though. You hear his footsteps approach, feel his warmth at your back as he stops, too close. “I miss you” He says again. “Come with me?”

You turn to look at him again, “Why should i? You miss me? You don’t even like me, jaeger. If you hated me being with your boyfriend so much why did you even ask me too?”

He bites his lip, shifts on his feet and you can tell his uncomfortable. You’d gathered awhile ago that he wasn’t good with emotions. Tough shit. If he wanted you to get in his car, he’d need to explain some things.

He puffs out his cheeks and palms the back of his neck, and to your surprise, there is a rosy blush that starts to bloom on his cheeks. You don’t think you’ve ever seen eren blush. “I don’t like sharing what’s mine. And armin is mine” He says that with finality.

You nod your head, starting to turn again. “Right-”

He catches you again. “But so are you” His gaze traps you.”I let you be armins because i thought i wouldn’t care, he still belongs to me, and i belong to him and you...weren’t supposed to belong to anyone. I didn’t want you too”

You naw at your bottom lip, dipping your head, wondering where he’s going with this.

“But you do” He breathes out, making you look up again. His eyes are sharp, serious. “You belong to armin, you’re his girlfriend and he’s not letting you go, if i hadn’t come today he’d be here on his hands and knees begging for you to come back. and...what’s his is mine so..”

“So..?” You prod, breathless.

“So you’re mine” He concludes. “Ours. I really wanna fuck you”

The last part is said so casually you jerk, but eren keeps you steady. Pulls you in. Leans down and tucks a strand of your hair behind your ear. “Let me bring you back with me” his lips brush against yours. “So i can finally fuck my girlfriend”

You do in fact let him bring you back.

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It’s surreal being between armin and eren, having them both touch you. You’re used to armins touch, but erens is new. You’re all shaky and acting like a skittish virgin when eren leans back against the headboard, lazily stroking his cock as armin fingers you open for him.

His soft lips at your ear, “You take my cock so nice, baby. But daddy’s big. He’s gonna stretch you so good”

“Keep talking about my big dick and im gonna nut before i even get to fuck her” Eren grunts, eyes glued to wear armins slender fingers are sliding in and out of your slick cunt.

Armin just giggles “But s’true, daddy. You’re gonna split her wide open. She’s tight too” He croons, making you whimper when he curls his fingers just right. “Had her pretty pussy all to myself for so long and she still squeezes my cock, You’ll like it”

Eren eyes are all heat, eating you up. “Oh, i know i will. Daddy’s been wanting to fuck that cunt for ages”

“S’that so?” Armin sounds a little condescending, having not been apart of their fight, you can’t tell he’s being kinda petty when he says. “Gonna have to show my girlfriend how much you appreciate her then, if you want her to be your girl you’ll have to make her cum lots, kay? Otherwise im keeping her for myself and you can sit there and watch like you always do while i show her how a good boyfriend fucks their girlfriends pussy”

He dips his lips to kiss your jaw, keeping eye contact with eren when he does. “If daddy doesn’t make you cum stupid, i’ll dump him”

Your cunt squeezes around his fingers at the same time eren growls and reaches out, practically plucking you from armins arms and placing you above him.

You brace your hands on his board chest as the tip of his thick cock teases your hole, “w-wait”

“Mm, fuck that” He moans, and pops the head in, eyes fluttering shut and rolling into the back of his skull when your the heat of your fluttering cunt envelops him, silky and smooth and wet, he guides you down the thick length of him. His head thunks against the headboard. “Jesus, fuck”

“E-eren” you whine, poor pussy squeezing around him helplessly as its stretched wide and filled to the brim with him.

He bounces you once, making you choke on a whimper. “That’s not what we call me”

Your eyes fill with overwhelmed tears, but you feel armins lips touch your spine as he kisses your back, encouraging you. “Go on, baby”

You wrap your arms around erens neck. “D-daddy” you say, hesitantly, barely breathing the word.

But eren groans so loud, and eats your lips up in a kiss, rocking you back and forth on his cock, grinding you on it. “Yeah, baby” he pants into your open mouth. “Daddy’s got you. Gonna fuck my sweet little girlfriend tight pussy like she deserves”

“About fucking time you did” you think you hear armin mutter, but you’re already to fucked out to care.

#ask #armin arlert smut #eren jaeger smut #armin arlert x reader #eren jaeger x reader

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- fifty ways to kill your lover -

a/n: I have so many feels about this show :'( so it translated into this arumika/eremika/eremin fic, I've watched until aot s4 pt 1 so that's all the info I have to base on for this fic

Contrary to popular belief, Eren is not Mikasa's first kiss.

Back in their training days, the group got up to all kinds of mischief. Starting with Sasha stealing whatever food rations she could find, Reiner and Berthlot getting into the top secret liquor cabinets, Ymir sneaking into Historia's bed - they were all such trouble makers.

Of course, Connie is always putting everyone in the most uncomfortable situations.

They're all reluctantly huddled together, playing a game of spin the bottle and suddenly, it's Armin's turn.

"Eh?" He blushes, as there is so much laughter in the air when the bottle is flicked and ends up pointing to Mikasa.

Connie can't help but release a chuckle, "well Armin," he releases, swinging an arm around his shoulder. "You either get beat up by Jean for doing this or Eren - I wonder which fate you'll pick," he scoffs.

Armin avoids Jean's angry gaze and spots Mikasa's rosy cheeks.

He then turns to Eren - who is as red as a cherry. "Can I?" He wonders.

Eren widens his eyes. "You idiot, why the hell are you asking me for?" He asks, turning away .

It's unexpected and yet, it works.

He leans across the circle and softly pecks Mikasa on the cheek.

Strangely, she doesn't feel any discomfort towards this.

Hey, they hear Sasha yell, that's cheating! she wines, wanting a real kiss from them.

Mikasa and Armin don't comply and it's only later they realized that this gives Eren some relief.

Mikasa hurts her arm during battle and it is quite surprising that she even let this happen to her in the first place. Even more surprising is the fact that Eren happens to be the one to dress her wounds.

"Armin is much more gentle at this," he says, as Mikasa winces at the slight pain. "His hands are...softer, aren't they?" He looks up at her and it's only then she realizes how similar his eyes are to Armin's.

So youthful and full of hope and emotion.

Nothing like hers.

"It's fine," Mikasa quietly releases, allowing herself to relax her shoulder and unclench her jaw a bit.

Eren is not taken aback by the fact that she is always trying so hard to be so strong.

(They are eight when the three of them have their first sleepover.

It's all about Mikasa's hair in his face and Eren's snoring - Armin kind of hates it all, he barely sleeps that night.

It's weird - he's never been invited to a sleepover before, he's never actually had friends before, truth be told. He's not sure if this is how it's supposed to be.

"What's wrong?" Grisha asks, as he stumbles out from his basement with a little candlelight on. "Why are you still awake, Armin?" He asks, placing a kind hand on his shoulder.

Armin meets his gaze, all wonder-eyed and starry-viewed. "It's so noisy here," he murmurs softly, "I'm not used to it."

Grisha laughs, "I've lived in silence for most of my life," he sighs, "one day, you'll see, you won't be able to live without the noise," he says, pointing to Eren and Mikasa as they slept.

It's only years later that Armin is finally able to understand what Grisha actually meant).

Eren can be a bit of an airhead, at times.

Armin thinks, Mikasa knows.

They have their talks - one on one, like parents do, about how to take best care of Eren, what is the outcome for Eren, how to help Eren get better.

Eren. Eren. Eren.

"He doesn't know, does he?" Armin suddenly asks, as he's mid-way to flipping a page in his book. "About your feelings for him, I mean," he asks, sincerely.

Mikasa tenses up, biting her bottom lip. "Don't speak such nonsense," she tells him, swallowing hard.

He places a hand on her shoulder and this time, makes direct eye-contact with her. "It's obvious, to everyone, you know?" he says.

"Why are you saying this now?" she wonders, flustered. And then, it hits her like a ton of bricks. "Are you afraid we'll leave you behind?" Mikasa questions.

"I didn't say that," Armin sighs.

Their relationship remains strange - she's able to read him so well sometimes, it's almost scary.

"You don't have to," Mikasa whispers. "You should know, we never would anyway, leave you that is," she offers.

And she pretends not to notice the tremble in his voice.

Of all things - it is Eren who comes back first with gifts.

His training with Hange could be better - predictably. But, he still makes the time to sneak a visit or two in-between sessions with Mikasa and Armin.

"I got these for you," He gives Armin a pile of books - some on titan history, others just filled with drawings and sketches done by different members of the squad.

Not everyone knows how to appreciate art but, Armin does. Eren is sure of it.

He offers Mikasa some flowers he picked on his way to see her. "I thought it would match your scarf," he murmurs and she takes a moment before taking them in.

They were devoid of their natural scent since he'd been walking with them for so long - but they still smelled like Eren.

It seems that, at night, they tend to have the same dreams.

Playing in the meadow as kids, Carla calling them to get back soon and home-made meals.

Armin always wakes up first.

Only this time, he's holding both their hands. Mikasa on his right, Eren on his left - it must've been an accident, just something he unconsciously did in his sleep, he swears.

(He keeps remembering Grisha's words - he is truly never alone, not even in his sleep, there is always, always noise).

Eren is the first to realize he loves them both.

Consequently, he is also the first to leave. But truly, he is always leaving them - when he first died, diving head first into that damn titan and pulling Armin out.

When he was assigned to Levi Squad.

When he left for Marley.

It's always him - first to run, first to be the most afraid, a coward, through and through.

(He wonders if they'll ever forgive him).

Mikasa doesn't like to dwell on it, not too much - of how estranged they've become, of how he no longer looks at them with care and affection.

"The real Eren is in there somewhere," Armin tells her, the night they're both thrown in a prison cell together. "I just know it," he says, all beat up by his best friend and full of tears.

"You're always the one to bring him back," she still thinks true. "I believe in you - you always find a way," Mikasa hopes.

Armin doesn't know what to think - Eren just seems so far gone at this point, so beyond his reach.

It's hard to imagine him coming back.

"Ah well," he shrugs. "It's like you said, we won't leave any of us behind," Armin tells her, to comfort her at least.

They're going to be together forever, even if they must come between death.

And there once was a time where they were all there - the sea, the usurper and the fawn.

It was her hand in his hair, and his lips reading them bed time stories, and the other's laughter ringing in both their ears. It was a litany of things - of memories between them that they all hold dear, that they'll never forget.

"Eren," that one day, after all is said and done, they'd find him in the ruins, and reach their hands out towards him. "Let's go home," they'd say, in unison.

And he'd smile and follow them both out of the dust.

(Later on, Flock would hover him when he woke up, the Jaegerists not too far behind him).

It's nice to dream about, though.

#aot #snk #eremika #arumika #eremin #armin arlert #mikasa ackerman #eren jaeger #armin x eren #mikasa x armin #eren x mikasa #munea writes

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