#aot x reader

[merakidoll]

all it took was one moment for you to finally get the nerd all to yourself. it took a glossy lipped kiss on the football captain, and jumps of excitement that you had won the friday night game for eren to break. now you rested on his bed, in his single dorm. your body marked in marker; his name all over you. his knees were beside your head, dick having a small print in your throat as you gargled on his thick length, cum and spit spill out the side of your mouth.

“a slut. m-my slut” he rushed out, glasses becoming foggy with his heavy breath, and his hair sticking to his hot skin. he looked so hot. pulling himself out, his cock stood in front of your face, you both having intense eye contact. “mine?” was all he said. while it came out as a statement his eyebrow rose in conformation; which you were more than happy to give. “yours” you repeated making eren smile, nodding. he grabbed his still hard cock slapping it on your cheek and putting it back into your warm hole.

this time he took it deep, fucking your face for all it was worth, because you’re his now. you moaned around him, throat contracting on his muchroom tip and taking deep heavy breaths through your nose. “there baby! fuckkk” he said, ropes shooting out of him deep into your throat making you swallow the gooey essence with a sigh.

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[leviismybby]

I have a headcanon that when Levi first came from the underground, he didn't know the slang within the walls. Like imagine trying to flirt with him with some of the typical pick up lines? He takes it seriously.

"Damn you clean up good" You say as Levi works out, he turns his head to look at you. "Tch. Of course I do. Would be good if you could too instead of doing a shitty job of it." Your head tilts slightly and you blink confused. "No I didn't mean it like that." Levi scoffs again, having no ides that you're hitting on him. "What the fuck did you mean then? I know I can clean good." Rolling his eyes, he returns to his work out and you put your hands up in defeat. "Idiot, it means that you look good." That catches his attention. "That's fucking stupid. I prefer you telling me that I know how to clean."

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[2neaky]

Mutual masturbation with Ony??The first one who touches the other has to do the other person’s punishment. Y/N picked to continue to bounce on it after he nut. Ony picked to fuck her in the ass.🌚🌚🌚

So sorry this is late, I hope this followed the request. I interpreted it as I pick who wins. I hope you enjoy! <3 Beautiful banners by @anitalenia her work is amazing!!!

BREAKING NO CONTACT

How did you even get here? You’re not drunk or high. It should be easy to remember. But every time you time to commit an ounce of brain power to doing so, the train of thought gets halted just before it leaves the station.

What’s in its way?

The pleasure signals being sent to your brain as your fingers make sloppy circles on your pulsating clit, inching you closer and closer to a release.

A soft hiss slips past the tiny gaps in your clenched teeth. A deep chuckle, punctuated with the faintest groan, follows after.

“You ready to tap out?”

The baritone voice of Ony has your eyes threatening to roll back. You’re dying for him to touch you like his voice has.

Whose dumbass idea was this?

A mutual masturbation session—a competition to see who would break “no contact” first.

“Go ‘head … do it,” he dares.

For a second, your brain works just long enough to focus on him: the way his chin is almost tucked into his chest, eyes low as they’re trained on you. His lips are parted just a bit to let his rugged breath through.

And then your eyes drop to his lap, dick in hand. He’s stroking himself slow, tight fist concentrated at the tip. He’s trying to copy the way you would do it. But usually, you’d have him moaning out for mercy. Which means he’s not doing it right. Not like how you would do it.

“You … first,” you swallow, shudder before your thighs clamp around your wrist.

His pink tongue swipes at his bottom lip. On the small one-seater, his hips almost do a complete whine as he does a light thrust into his fist.

You force your legs back open. The leg you’ve got propped up on the edge of the mattress, you push it down, spreading yourself before him. His chocolate brown eyes fall from your beautiful face to your sopping cunt between your legs. How she drools over your manicured fingers.

You just got your nails done a couple of days ago; medium length, square acrylics—with charms. And although there isn’t much length to them, he knows you can’t touch yourself like how you want. How you need. No fingering, just rubbing and a couple of slaps here and there. You need more. He could give you more.

“You close, baby?”

Lips tucked into your mouth, you shake your head. Because even if the pleasure is there, you know your fingers aren’t enough to finish you off.

For a minute he watches you fumble your way through this, rubbing faster and harder. Desperate to cum. So desperate. You whine, head falling back.

His hand ceases to move, intent on watching you. Vision trained on your fingers as there’s the tiniest bit of splash-back. He licks his lips again, imagining the familiar taste that’s been on his tongue hundreds of times before. It’s engrained in his brain by now.

“Sh-shiiit … Ony.”

It’s like a plea for mercy. What were you calling out to him for? Was it just commonplace when you touch yourself, to call out to who you do it to? Were you begging for him?

“Onyyy,” you call out again, stretching out his name this time.

Your eyes, which had fallen closed, open by just a sliver to look into his.

He guesses he’s okay with losing this time.

You don’t even hear when he gets up from the one-seater. A yelp leaves you as rough hands grip the sides of your thighs to pull you all the way to the edge of the bed.

On his knees, Ony pushes his face between your legs to lap at your pussy. You don’t put up a fight, hands flying to his head to scratch at his scalp as his tongue plunges into you. His mouth is what brings you to your finish, coming all over the bottom half of his face.

“Awe … fuuuck.”

That groan—you sit up on your elbows, catching that dazed expression he makes whenever he’s coming. You see his other hand had since left your thigh, now stroking his dick as he rides out this orgasm.

“Shit,” he hisses, hand slowing down.

“You couldn’t wait?” You giggle, still breathless from your own release.

His head falls into your lap as a chuckle of his own falls from his lips. “My bad, baby.”

You hum, stroking the side of his face. “You know you lost.”

“I take my L with pride.”

Laughter spills from you. “Yeah, well now I get to pick your punishment.”

You knew what you wanted going into this.

And that was Ony deep in your guts. What better way to get that than riding him?

Your ass crashing down on his dick as you go for as long as you want. You revel in his sensitivity, overstimulated from his first orgasm.

His hands don’t even grip your ass with the strength of before. They tremble as his eyes go in and out of focus, lost in your pleasure.

“Fuck, baby,” you chant in soft whispers as the clapping of skin-to-skin penetrates both you guys’ ears.

Ceaseless groans and moans pour out of him. It only spurs you on more. You’re so wet, you don’t even realize that he came again—and much sooner this time.

Not until you look down and see the white ring at the base of his dick. A mixture or your cream and his cum. As you still, the faint pulse of his dick as it spurts out the remnants of his release can be felt.

“Babe,” you laugh. “Shit, I didn’t even notice,” you pant.

Weakly, he squeezes your hip, hoping that was a justified enough answer.

Leaning forward, you cup his cheek, pressing your plump lips to his hot ear.

“You can do one more for me, right?” His eyes flutter close and he nods softly.

Your baby is at his whit’s end, but he’s just so eager to please. A Cheshire smile tugs at your mouth as you adjust yourself in his lap for another round.

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[missmugiwara]

Insubordination

Summary: fem!reader x Levi Ackerman // Never in a million years would you defy your captain over a gift. From him. Quite the story how you got in the first place.

Warning: 18+, fluff, slightly suggestive, you are soooo down bad but so is he

Note: I love him!

✦ Word count is 2.5k ✦

A hand at your chest, balling into a fist only to grab at something that wasn't there. Only air.

Your eyes stared at your reflection in the window before blinking, readjusting to focus on the contents on the other side of the glass - the inside of the shop. The sun shone at the right angle, causing jewelry to twinkle in the light. Gently, you smiled while admiring the different pieces.

Even so, there was one thing that dazzled you over the others. The one thing that captivated you more than any other sparkly, expensive ring or watch or bauble: a necklace. A silver necklace with a silver pendant - the pendant being a simple feather, wisps carved into it and encrusted with a million little diamonds that imitated the millions of stars in a night sky.

You had wanted that necklace more than anything.

Every time your squad came back from an expedition, the route always passed the jewelry shop last. And every time, you would peek in the window to check and see if that little treasure was still there. Maybe someday you'd get it. These days, jewelry was hard to come by. It didn't help that you felt so selfish for staring all the time and for wanting to purchase such a small vanity. And of course, every time, your friends would mercilessly tease you about this. They would tell you to just buy the damn thing already! You deserved something nice for your hard work. Didn't you know? But when you laughed along with their cooing, it was the same excuse every time.

"Oh, goodness, no! My family needs me! Every cent I earn goes back to my little brothers!"

How many more times would you pass by that stupid shop and dream of that necklace? Surely, you could afford it after all these months of saving.

It was so obvious.

Upon arriving back from an expedition, while carting the injured and parading through town as the people looked upon the scouts, Levi could see. He could clearly see when you drove your horse off to the side. He could see you sneak and take a moment to quietly look into that shop's window. And he could see a friend trotting afterward as you exchanged whispers and maybe even a joke or two. Trying to hide this playful behavior when you should have a modicum of decorum on the way back to base was ignored.

At the sound of your giggling, Levi blinked from his perch atop his horse. His expression was stoic, his gaze unbreakable as he stared into your caped back. There you were with your friends, holding back laughter about that silly necklace again.

He squinted his eyes in annoyance. Tch. You should have just bought it already! Everyone kept saying it.

Levi let out a sigh. He knew better than to think that. Because he knew you.

You were there since the very beginning - one of the first people to ever be assigned to his squad. Being close only revealed your strength and devotedness - a pure and unwavering devotedness to him. A most important member of his squad. Yet important was not enough to describe what you could have possibly meant.

Feeling his relentless gaze burn into your back, you looked up to meet those steel eyes of Levi's. In turn, your mouth dropped open in surprise. By the look in your eyes, it was apparent that you were flustered. For a second more, your gazes stayed locked until you adoringly smiled at the captain.

Levi's eyebrow twitched when you gave a small wave with your hand. Your surrounding friends gasped and looked up to where you were waving, and Levi scowled further. They burst into giggles, whispering whatever teases as your attention was pulled back toward them.

That smile on your face was something he could never get over. It was amazing how you could find such joy in a world where the scouts met danger on a daily, if not hourly, basis.

You deserved joy.

With scrunched-up eyebrows and a steady focus in his gray eyes, Levi looked forward. He knew what to do next.

Later that day, Captain Levi Ackerman walked into that very same jewelry shop. The family that owned the establishment was shocked. Patrons gasped. Levi walked around as if it were the most normal thing in the world, ignoring the gazes of people around him. Stupid that they thought this was so unusual. He was as unbothered as always.

"C - Captain Levi!? W - welcome, sir!"

The Captain Levi?

Buying jewelry? Would it be a ring? Was it for a secret lover? A woman in his life? The unreadable captain was a romantic? Amongst all the stares, low whispers, and comments Levi could give less of a shit what people thought. So after a moment of walking toward the front desk, with the owner quaking in his boots for whatever reason, Levi spoke curtly.

"That feather necklace in the window. I'll take it."

"Excellent choice, sir! P - please accept this discount for all your hard work!"

"Thanks."

It was also later that same day when your beloved squad captain found you in the dining area. A group of scouts were gathered around you, eating and laughing as you regaled them with a funny story from working on your family's farm as a youth.

As usual, Levi's appearance shut everyone up immediately, earning him stares of slight panic. Everyone probably had the same thought: they were being way too rowdy if the captain of all people walked over. However, you had the inkling that this was about something else. A heat blossomed across your cheeks when Levi stopped right in front of you.

"We need to talk. Now."

Of course, Levi didn't scare you in the slightest - but if he needed to talk so urgently, it did make you worry a bit. Instantly, you hopped up and gave an energetic yes, sir! And you followed him, giving one last pout at anyone who dared to snicker at the prospect of you and the captain being alone.

Was it really that obvious? Did everyone know about your feelings?

With a turn of Levi's head toward the crowd behind him, eyes glaring daggers, that was when everyone really shut up.

What really caught you off guard was when you and Levi were finally alone. You, seated in front of his desk, and he opposite of you in a much more lavish chair. Silence and a sort of heated tension filled the air, albeit you could not quite place a finger on what it was that made it feel this way.

Gently, Levi placed a small box onto the desk with a small clatter. You looked at the box, then at Levi. He was expressionless, and his eyes twinkled under the lamplight. As usual, he looked amazingly handsome. A heat dusted over your cheeks. What did he expect you to do? Soon enough, you opened your mouth to ask what in the world this was, but the captain spoke first.

"Open it."

His face did not change nor did his tone urge you to hurriedly act. He let you take your time as you furrowed your brows in confusion. With parted lips, you blinked at him in question again. You really had no idea what was going on.

So you did as you were told.

Carefully, you separated the lid from the box. And your eyes widened once you registered what was inside.

The necklace.

You held your breath. Levi stolidly watched on.

"Captain - " you gawked, holding the necklace delicately in your fingers.

"We're alone."

"Levi." you breathed, "What… why? This can't be for me."

"It is."

"You did not."

"I did."

A losing battle. So your gaze snapped down to the necklace, a calm and gentle smile spreading across your lips. It was breathtaking. And Levi was breathtaking. He bought this just for you? This was the last thing in the world you would have ever expected, but - you knew him. Cold, impassive Captain Levi to the soldiers. Sweet, resolute Levi to you.

"Thank you, Levi. I love it."

When you looked up, he adorned a small smirk. He leaned back in his chair, crossing a leg over his knee.

"Now you have to help me put it on!" you clapped your hands as Levi scoffed, smirk still at his lips.

Excitedly, you spun around and situated your hair out of place when he stood up to walk over. The necklace was clasped daintily around your neck, Levi's fingers pausing at your skin for a slight second as if to savor the feeling. The feeling of happiness - one such feeling he did not have the opportunity to experience often enough. He could see your shoulders rise when your breath caught in your chest at the contact. After a pause, his index finger reached out on command, and he froze to think about what he should or shouldn't do.

Thoughts you similarly shared. A closeness, a bond was there. Something was definitely there, and even your fellow scouts could see it. But what did you want to risk? Was it okay to take the risk despite knowing your profession all too well?

Levi's finger curled inward, and he ran a knuckle lightly down your spine. An adoring touch, one you did not experience regularly except for the rare opportunities Levi chose to reveal his inner softness. Foolishly, you hoped he did not feel your heart thundering throughout your body when he touched you so sweetly.

You decided to ignore the butterflies in your stomach as best as you could. With a grin, you turned to meet his calm eyes.

"And how does it look?"

When Levi opened his mouth to answer, you grinned and interrupted.

"Ah, wait! Don't tell me. I already know it looks amazing."

Levi could only tilt his head to the side, eyebrows folded inward as he gave a tiny, closed-mouth smile. The small, energetic bursts and the ability to still be so genuine and pure in this world - that was amazing too. Where did you find the strength?

As you thanked him one more time, Levi brushed it off - refusing to let you thank him and simply stating it was nothing. When you headed for the door, Levi watched your backside. There was one more thing he needed you to know.

"I better not catch you wearing that on the field, soldier. Would be a shame if it got dirty or you lost it."

With your hand on the door handle, you froze at his words. A small hum escaped your lips, and you turned around with a smirk.

"Of course not… captain."

For whatever reason, you two stood there in silence and stared at each other. Neither one of you could bare to look away. Like a magnetic pull linked you two together. The shadows on your faces danced under the low light. That arousing, heavy feeling was in the air again, and your heart raced. Levi got this gift out of the kindness of his heart. Because he cared. A simple word of thanks didn't feel right. Not after all the years of being by his side.

Without thought, your body moved.

Levi's eyes widened when your arms flew around his neck. He stumbled once but regained footing when you buried your face in his shoulder, hugging him tightly. These moments of intimacy weren't often. In fact, you weren't sure if he was fine with a hug. If he wasn't, you'd apologize profusely. Levi stood stunned in place, really taking in the feeling of your body pressed tightly to his. After a moment more of reflection, his eyelids shut slowly when he exhaled. He dipped his chin into your shoulder, lightly placing his hands on your back to return the hug. His perfectly cut hair shading out his eyes when he moved. A few seconds passed as you held each other, and when you pulled away - Levi simply studied your face with that same taciturn expression he always bore.

As you both stood there just gazing into each other's eyes, your hands gripping his biceps and his at your waist, your eyes glittered. He looked so damn good. He always did over the years. So your brain decided to make you move without thought again.

Swiftly, you pecked him on the cheek.

His eyebrows raised slightly into his forehead, and his lips parted but Levi did not say a word. With a small heat rising to your cheeks, you calmly walked off to the door. All you wanted to do was scream and kick your feet because you had just done that, a small but innocent kiss, but you felt being tact was best. At least for now. At the door, you paused, turning to look at him with such desire.

You smiled, "Good night, Levi."

The door closed, leaving the stoic captain to brush his fingertips against the skin where your mouth landed.

The very next day was another expedition. No surprise there. Your hands tightly held the reins to your horse whilst the hundreds of others walked uniformly down the streets. A small neigh caught your attention, and you looked to the right. With this formation, you were always within eyesight of Levi - never to leave his side unless otherwise stated. You were so close - you could have easily reached out to touch his thigh so reassuringly, but you had a duty to be respectable first and foremost.

It was only yesterday night, but scanning his face made you wonder if he had thoughts of the little gifts exchanged - a necklace and a kiss. It was just a small one! You couldn't fathom going overboard, so the cheek was subtle and friendly enough. This was silly though. Of course Levi probably didn't have time to think about that now. Just like yesterday, your hand darted to the space right underneath the neck - only to be greeted by the necklace this time. From underneath your cape, you grabbed the feather pendant between your thumb and forefinger.

"Hey."

You twitched and turned to meet Levi's eyes.

"What did I say about wearing that?"

Embarrassment was written all over your face. So you spent a while studying him, Levi looking more and more pissed with every second you kept him waiting. Before long, a small smirk appeared at your lips.

"Sorry, captain. I just can't do that. You see… someone really special gave me this. It means everything to me."

Levi's eyes widened.

With a call of Erwin's voice in the background, the horses sprang forth in a run out onto the field beyond the walls. A cheeky, closed-mouth grin, and you tucked the necklace back under your shirt. Within a second, your expression changed to a more serious one, and your eyes darted ahead in focus. No time to think about this bold, little remark any longer - no matter how much you wanted to see Levi's face. Hopefully, he wasn't mad. Because most of all, how dare you so openly defy his command.

Insubordination.

Levi smirked.

He'd deal with you later.

Privately, of course.

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[iaminyourfloors]

guys please don’t get me wrong smut is great but i can i PLEASE get an influx of FLUFF??? i need the simple little things and domesticity and romanticism and playfulness that leaves your teeth hurting because it’s all so SWEET. give me sukuna letting you paint his nails. give me gojo joining in on self care days for the bubble baths and face masks. give me levi ackerman taking you to barnes and noble and treating you to a ton of books. please i can’t write them all myself

#i’m trying to write more often again since i have motivation but my schedule is about to fuck me up the ass so we’ll see about that #jjk fanfic #jjk choso #jjk smut #jjk x you #jjk x reader #jjk #jjk gojo #jjk geto #jjk fluff #fluff #smut #leviackerman aot #jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu gojo #jujutsu geto #jujustsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu sorcerer #jujutsu nanami #jujutsu satoru #jujutsu sukuna #attack on titan #attack on titan fluff #aot #levi aot #aot x reader #aot smut #aot fanfiction

[st4rb3rr13s]

Lesson

Armin got his first girlfriend and needs a lesson by Eren

WRITERS BLOCK GONE !!

“Fuck.” Armin muttered. You couldn’t believe you were doing this. Eren’s fingers kept plumping inside of you. You couldn’t believe Eren actually agreed to this.

Eren allowed Armin, his best friend, to watch you, his girlfriend, being fingered by the man himself. It all started when Armin got his first girlfriend and didn’t know how to please her, his words not yours. Eren listened as Armin stressed about. No amount of porn or books had helped him. So of course, Eren being his best friend decided to help.

“Eren, right there.” You mumbled. Eren’s sly smile appeared, his thumb coming into contact with your clit. The slow rubs earning more slick. You moaned out, eyes closing to just feel his movements.

“See, you have to start slowly at first. Or it’ll be too much and become uncomfortable.” Eren instructed. Armin hummed, watching you closely. Eren’s fingers picked up past, forcing loud moans from you. Your nails clenched onto your bed sheets feeling your orgasm close. “When you two fuck a couple times, then you can go faster. When you quicken the pace it’ll get them to cum faster.”

“Eren, fuck, gonna cum.” You moan out. Eren hummed, stopping his movement. Your eyes shot open, feeling warm everywhere but your hole. The clenching hole had nothing but your denied orgasm. “Eren.”

“Overstimulating is fun as well.” Eren explained. You rolled your eyes, laying back on the bed. His hands were right back onto you, rubbing your forgotten nub and sticky hole. As his pace went faster, your thighs started to tremble. You gasp, eyes forcing to close.

“When do I know she’s. You know, ready to cum?” Armin asked. Eren’s head turned towards the man before laughing out loud.

“You see how her pussy is starting to clench harder around my fingers? That’s how you know.” Eren answered. You felt a knot in your stomach about to come undone. Your legs start to shake uncontrollably while you back begins to arch. You were so close. “Oh I almost forgot. Girls always have a sweet spot, so if you touch it a couple of times.”

“Eren.” You moan out. His fingers touch right at your sweet spot, making cum squirt out of you. You scream his name over and over again, your body feeling warm. As your eyes slowly open, you see the two men watching you.

“Wanna try?” Eren asked.

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[jiarkives]

julia’s favorites — the collection !

masterlist of my fic recommendations !

♕ collection i

↳ includes — marauders / harry potter, marvel, jujutsu kaisen, top gun / top gun: maverick, criminal minds, genshin impact, bridgerton, call of duty, attack on titan

↳ total fics — 66

♕ collection ii

↳ includes — tokyo revengers, jujutsu kaisen, criminal minds, marvel, attack on titan, marauders / harry potter, outer banks, top gun / top gun: maverick

↳ total fics — 43

♕ collection iii

↳ includes — marvel, jujutsu kaisen, call of duty, my hero academia, tokyo revengers, marauders / harry potter

↳ total fics — 48

♕ collection iv

↳ includes — jujutsu kaisen, criminal minds, marvel, marauders, genshin impact, call of duty, top gun: maverick, shameless, twilight

↳ total fics — 45

♕ collection v

↳ includes — jujutsu kaisen, marauders, a court of thorns and roses, dc

↳ total fics — 60

♕ collection vi

↳ includes — a court of thorns and roses, marvel, criminal minds

↳ total fics — 45

♕ divider — @bunnysrph | ♕ last updated — 08 june 2024

#⋆·˚ ༘ * julia’s favs ! #marauders x reader #harry potter x reader #marvel x reader #avengers x reader #jujutsu kaisen x reader #top gun x reader #top gun maverick x reader #criminal minds x reader #bridgerton x reader #call of duty x reader #genshin impact x reader #attack on titan x reader #tokyo revengers x reader #outer banks x reader #my hero academia x reader #shameless x reader #twilight x reader #acotar x reader #jjk x reader #tgm x reader #bau x reader #cod x reader #genshin x reader #aot x reader #tokrev x reader #obx x reader

[sherewrytes]

𝕊𝕙𝕒𝕞𝕖𝕝𝕖𝕤𝕤, 𝓒 𝓢𝓹𝓻𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓮𝓻

Summary: You were tired of your plug always being a weirdo and never having what you wanted so you begged Sasha for her plug, Connie.

warnings: mature scenes, smut, weed smoking.

Your day had started with frustration. Your regular weed plug had bailed on you last minute, leaving you scrambling for options. Frustrated and in need of a break from the stress of finals, you turned to Sasha for help.

She was the one who always seemed to have a solution for everything, especially when it came to sourcing the good stuff.

"Sasha, my plug flaked on me. Can you hook me up with yours?" you texted, hoping for a quick response.

Her reply was almost instantaneous. "No worries! I'll set you up with Connie. He's legit and his stuff is fire. You'll like him."

With Sasha's recommendation in mind, you agreed to meet Connie later that evening. Nervous anticipation mingled with relief as you headed to the rendezvous spot. It wasn't long before you saw him pull up—a sleek, tinted matte black G-Wagon with red rims.

Connie rolled down his window as you approached, his presence commanding yet surprisingly relaxed. You exchanged brief introductions, and then he handed you the baggies of Trainwreck and OG Kush.

The Weeknd's "Shameless" softly played in the background, adding a touch of atmosphere to the exchange.

You couldn't help but smile at the coincidence or perhaps the intention behind the music choice, giving Connie a small giggle of appreciation before you paid him and walked away.

Unbeknownst to you, Connie lingered a moment longer, his eyes tracing your figure appreciatively. He couldn't deny the attraction he felt from the first moment he laid eyes on you. His mind raced with thoughts of wanting to get to know you beyond this transaction.

Back in your apartment, you rolled up and settled in to unwind. Connie's image lingered in your mind—not just his looks, but the energy he exuded. He was undeniably attractive, but the idea of getting involved with your weed dealer gave you pause. With finals weighing heavily on your mind, romantic entanglements were the last thing on your agenda.

Meanwhile, Connie couldn't shake off the impression you had left on him. He swung by Sasha's place, unable to contain his curiosity and desire to know more about you.

"Why didn't you introduce me to Y/N sooner?" he asked Sasha, his tone laced with both annoyance and amusement. "She's fine as hell."

Sasha rolled her eyes playfully, catching onto Connie's newfound interest. "Didn't think you were looking for more than just a business connection, Connie. But if you're into her, go for it."

Connie's mind was made up. He wanted to see where this could go with you, beyond just being your weed supplier. He started texting you more frequently, not just about weed but about everything and anything. You found yourself enjoying the conversations, his easygoing nature calming your nerves amidst the chaos of exams.

But as finals approached, your responses became sporadic. Connie noticed the change and it bothered him more than he expected. He pressed Sasha for information, needing to understand why you seemed distant.

"Y/N's got finals," Sasha explained, trying to appease his curiosity. "She's buried in books right now. Give her some space."

Connie thought to himself that both your lives were so different, his just a guy on the street trying to make it to the next day and you a girl in university studying for your dream career.

It made him feel a bit insecure, but he didn't let it stress him too much.

He bounced from Sasha's spot back to Ony's crib, where the air was thick with smoke and the vibes were chill. Eren, Jean, and Ony were deep into their game, but Connie's mind kept drifting back to you. Even as he tried to get into the flow of the game, he found himself constantly checking his phone, hoping for a message from you.

But all he saw was your latest IG story—a real moment, you looking stressed AF, tears welling up as you spilled about the pressure of finals.

It hit him deep, reminding him of the gap between both your lives, yet making him respect your hustle even more.

The evening after your last final, you heard a knock at your door. You weren't expecting anyone and felt a twinge of curiosity. Opening the door, you were greeted by Connie, looking as cool and confident as ever.

He held a couple of bags, one from Diesel, Von Dutch and another from Jacquemus, and a grin that made your heart skip a beat. The scent of your favorite takeout wafted through the air, making your stomach rumble.

"Hey, thought you might need a little celebration," he said, stepping inside and setting the bags on your coffee table.

You were wearing a burnt orange silk shorts set, the long sleeve cropped button-up highlighting your deeply melanated skin. Connie's eyes lingered a bit too long, but you didn’t mind. In fact, you kind of liked it.

"I can’t believe you did all this," you said, your voice soft with gratitude. "You didn’t have to."

Connie shrugged, trying to play it cool. "Figured you deserved it after all that hard work. Plus, I missed our chats."

You smiled, feeling a warmth that had nothing to do with the weed. "I missed them too."

"Don't just stare at them Ma open them up" Connie smiled while sitting on your couch and pulling you next to him. Connie was wearing his Essentials Sweatshirt paired with sweat shorts from FOG Essentials paired with beige Nike dunks.

You opened up the Von Dutch bag first to see a cute cropped tshirt. Then you reached for the Diesel bag, feelin' the excitement build. As you opened it, your eyes widened, and a grin spread across your face. Inside was the Diesel Fluffy iconic mini bag in pink and blue, lookin' all cute and stylish

"Oh my God, Connie! These are so cute!" you exclaimed, holdin' up the bags, your voice filled with joy.

"Yeah, I knew you’d like ‘em," Connie said with a proud smirk, leanin' back on the couch. "You deserve it, baby. Keep goin'. There's more."

You set the bag aside carefully and reached for the Jacquemus shopping bag. Inside, you found two Le Bob Artichaut hats, one in pink and one in blue denim. "No way! These are perfect!" you squealed, throwing your arms around him to hug him tightly.

"You really know how to spoil a girl, Connie. Thank you." you said with an ecstatic tone.

"Nah, you worth it. Gotta keep my girl lookin' fly," he replied, pullin' you closer. "Besides, it's fun seein' you happy like this."

You felt warm and loved, appreciatin' every moment. Connie always had a way of makin' you feel special, and today was no different.

Connie rolled up some blunts for you and him to smoke while you scrolled through your phone looking for some music to play since you usually like smoking to music sometimes. She pulled up Just me and you by Larry June & Ro James

Connie leaned back, taking a long drag before passing the blunt to you. "So, how's finals been treatin' you?" he asked, genuinely curious.

You sighed, blowing out a cloud of smoke. "They been kickin' my ass, to be honest. But I'm almost done. Just need to get through these last few days."

He nodded, his eyes never leaving yours. "I feel that. You need a break, for real. That's why I brought all this." He gestured to the takeout and the Diesel, Von Dutch and Jacquemus bags he had set on the table.

You couldn't help but smile. "You really ain't have to do all this, Connie. But I appreciate it, for real."

He shrugged, trying to play it cool, but there was a softness in his gaze. "Figured you deserved it after all that hard work. Plus, I missed our lil' chats."

You took another hit, feeling the tension of the past few weeks start to fade away. "I missed 'em too. You been good though?"

"Yeah, just been grindin' as usual," he said, his eyes flicking over your outfit again. "But I gotta say, you look real good tonight."

You felt a blush creep up your cheeks. "Thanks. I wasn't expectin' company, but I'm glad you're here."

He chuckled, clearly enjoying your reaction. "Wanted to. Plus, I threw in some new strain I been workin' on. Thought you'd like it."

You found yourself inching closer to him, the barrier between dealer and client blurring into something more personal, more intimate.

The warmth from the weed and Connie's presence made everything else fade into the background.

Eventually, the blunt burned down to a roach, and you both sat in a comfortable silence. Connie's arm rested behind you on the couch, and you leaned into him, feeling a sense of ease you hadn't felt in weeks.

"So, what you thinkin'?" he asked softly, his voice low and smooth paired with his low red eyes. Connie was eyeing you up and down next to him. The way he was looking at you, was turning you on. You were both staring into each each other's eyes

You turned away your head to break the eye contact, only to feel Connie's fingers on your jaw turning him back to him saying "I'm over here Ma, focus." You blushed a lil, trying to focus on him.

Connie smiled showing off his gold and diamond studded canine grillz. "You gon answer me, tell me what you're thinkin"

"Nothin' much Connie, just thinkin about the fact you already checkin for me heavy and we're just friends"

Connie didn't like when you referred to him as your friend because he wanted so much more. Connie brushed a hand across those cheeks " " I don't wanna be friends." He leans in reading your expression for confirmation before letting your lips meet for a slow deep kiss.

"Connie" you whispered against his lips. "Tell me what you want Ma and I'll give it to you. Just say it." Connie stared at your face taking in your features.

Connie pulled you onto his lap, your arms around his neck, his around your waist, one hand slowly sliding up your back to lightly grip your head to pull you into the kiss more.

You whimper and sqirm a bit when he lifts you up and places you right on the growing clothed erection.

While awaiting your answer, he began slowly kissing on your jaw and neck leaving marks. He pulled you as close as he can to his chest and pushing your head into his neck, encouraging you to mark him as yours.

"Tell me to stop or tell me you want this as bad as I do"

You stared at Connie,biting your lips trying to hold back your moans but you couldn't. You looked at him in his and begged "Please Connie"

Next thing you know, you were flat on your back on the couch with Connie slowly sliding down your burnt orange shorts down your thighs. "Fuck! you're soaking already." Connie sighed out with a husky tone.

The moment his mouth connected with your wnet pussy, you were seeing stars. Ofc you've had sex before, got eaten out before but not like this. Connie was easily going to become your best eater.

Connie was murmering to himself saying,

So fuckin wet Ma *slurp* Mine You taste so good

You felt his tatted fingers slide in and out of you,while his tongue licked you from your clit all the way down to you sopping entrance. It felt like the wetter you got, the more he ate. It was like he was licking up every drop you released.

Connie pushed his face deeper into your thighs while curling his fingers upward. The rhythm was in, up and out. Your legs tightened around his head while grinding against his face.

"Oh,God" you groaned "Oh, god. Connie, mm gonna"

Connie slipped his fingers out in favor of his tongue,dipping in and out of your cunt while his thumb rubbed firm cirlces against your clit.

Your body was shaking under him. He stared up at you. eyes red and filled with lust. A soft scream came out your mouth while your back arched off the couch and he never stopped. you heard him groan and smirk against you. When you finally came down off your orgasmic high. Connie stared at you and said "Bedroom now"

You stared at him and saw he he was serious so you jumped off the couch and walked to your room with Connie trailing behind you.

As soon as you entered your room. Connie picked you up and drop you on your bed. He came over you staring at you. You could see his face wet from your cum. You licked your lips and pulled him in for a kiss.

Connie undressed himself and you. connie stared at you for a brief moment while you take in his length. He had a pink tip, leaking pre and a thick vein running along the underneath.

You never had something that big before. Connie smirked and said "I'll go easy on you Ma. Promise."

You felt Connie pushed in slowly. stretching you out, your eyes widen a bit. You closed your eyes only to then feel Connie's hand sliding up your body and lightly gripping your jaw "Don't close your eyes. Look at me."

Connie fucked you deep and slow. obviously trying to get you used to his size. Tears wet the corner of your eyes. Connie leaned in and kissed him away saying " You can take it Ma. I know you can. Just say the word and I'll break you in so good."

"Con! Please" Please what y/n Fuck me! I am fucking you Connie! Harder

"You need it deeper Ma." Connie smirked and spread your legs wider then spread your pussy wider exposing your clit. He grinded himself against it with every hard thrust he gave you. You were screaming his name "Con you feel so good!"

"shit,pa—" you wailed, knuckles turning white with the strong grip you had against the bedsheet. "'s too much!"

You never been fucked so hard in your life. The way your bed screeched against the floor and your headboard slammed against the wall with each thrust he gave you it was ridiculous. You tried turning your head to the side to avoid looking into his eyes.

“Look at me while I fuck you.”

“c-connn” you teeth bit into your lip making it wet, you held in the grunt of pleasure leaning forward trying to catch your breath. Your mind barely comprehending the massive orgasm you felt coming. He was rutting into you like an animal, had you squirming under him.

he grunted, while licking and nipping at your jaw line," Come on Ma. Just take it. It's too good..." He started to thrust up into you making you yelp out

" right there mama?" "mhm hmm" you shook your head not wanting him to stop " come on baby use your words" "Yes Connie..right there!"

you were gripping the sheets and screaming, tongue out begging. " O-ohh fuckk babyyyy"

im gonna cum mama" he groaned into your head while kissing and sucking on your neck.

he grabbed your hand while his hand still gripped your jaw and his thumb rubbing against your cheek.

"cum inside mee" you purred

" y/n. dont say shit like that. You want my cum for real." You tried catching your breath but you barely got the words out from how deviously hard he was fucking you. "Yes Con. please."

His hips was ramming his cock in and out of you. You feared he'd break you the way he was fucking you. He rutted into you faster and harder. You could barely get a sound out of your throat

You felt yourself tighten and clenching his cock while you came, squirting on his hips and your chest. Connie was still rutting into you.

"Fuck y/n mm cumming" You felt Connie fill you up inside the sensation of it had your eyes rolling back and you cumming around his cock again.

Connie pulled it and watched his cum trickle down your thighs.

Connie felt like he was was on cloud nine. He felt like he shouldve asked you to be his girl first but things got a lil heated.

Connie pulled you off the bed and dragged you to your bathroom so you can both clean up and shower together.

#aot x black reader #connie springer #connie x black reader #plug!connie #aot #black reader #black y/n #plug! connie x reader #connie x reader #aot fluff #aot drabbles #aot smut #aot x reader #snk x you #plug connie #sherewrytes #plug! connie smut #Spotify

[as-figure-or-mind]

#shoujo manga #sistar #silco #the bold type #dee williams #aot x reader #spotify playlist #daemyra #destiel fanart #nina mercedez

[piichuu]

♡ ALONE IN BED - EREN YEAGER

WARNINGS: fluff, gn!reader

WORD COUNT: 285

JUNE DRABBLES

eren hates sleeping alone, which is something he barely has to do anymore now that the two of you live together. and tonight is no different, or so eren thought as you fell asleep in his arms, but as his eyes open, you are no longer in the same bed as him, nor in the room.

your boyfriend looks around with half open eyes. when he clicks on his phone it says says 4am. it’s also a saturday so you shouldn’t be at work, so he can’t find a solution as to why you’re suddenly gone, especially not without sending him a text.

“where are you?” he clicks on send, watching as it says that his message has been delivered. there is no way he’s gonna be able to fall asleep without you beside him again, because he doesn’t even have any idea of where you could have went, that is until he hears the bedroom door open.

“could you not be alone for five minutes?” you giggle while jumping into bed and wrapping your arms around eren who is seemingly more confused now that you’re back so suddenly. “i was on the toilet, idiot. i wouldn’t just leave you alone without saying anything.”

eren breathes out a sigh of relief and puts his arms around you as well, pulling you closer against his warm chest. “oh,” is all he says, slightly embarrassed for overreacting in his head, but he sees the smile on your face through the dark and can’t help but reflect it. “you always make me worry.”

“well, that means you care about me so i’m glad,” you kiss his cheek and close your eyes, ready to go back to sleep again.

#attack on titan #attack on titan x reader #attack on titan fluff #attack on titan imagines #attack on titan eren #attack on titan x y/n #attack on titan x you #eren yeager #eren yeager x y/n #eren yeager fluff #eren yeager x you #eren yeager aot #eren yeager x reader #aot fluff #aot #aot x y/n #aot eren #aot x you #aot x reader #eren aot #x reader #june drabbles

[benefit-manage-second]

#beautiful words #cross dressing #bedrooms #briana agno #nylon pics #draw the squad #aot x reader #gay girls #frank ocean #skin care #scum villains self saving system #dragon age #ethan torchio

[starstruckphantommoon]

Levi Ackerman: A Choice With No Regrets *Full Story Masterlist*

Hello and welcome to the masterlist for A Choice With No Regrets a Levi Ackerman x fem!reader 8 part series that I wrote a couple of years ago!

Now, this series contains MAJOR SPOILERS for the Attack On Titan No Regrets OVA as well as the end of the No Regrets Manga!

So, with that in mind, if you have not seen the No Regrets OVA or read the No Regrets manga please do not read this story if you do not want to get spoiled about Levi's back story!

Pairing: Levi Ackerman x fem!reader

CW: typical AOT violence, blood, character deaths

I might be missing a few so please let me know if you think I should add them to the list!

Series WC: 17,717

I've already stated above that this story contains MAJOR SPOILERS FOR THE ATTACK ON TITAN NO REGRETS OVA AS WELL AS THE END OF THE NO REGRETS MANGA! SO IF YOU DO NOT WANT TO BE SPOILED, PLEASE DO NOT READ THIS SERIES!!!

YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!!!

Story Status: COMPLETED!

A Choice With No Regrets: Part 1 - Isabel

A Choice With No Regrets: Part 2 - The Job

A Choice With No Regrets: Part 3 - The Scouts & The Deal

A Choice With No Regrets: Part 4 - Joining The Scouts & Training

A Choice With No Regrets: Part 5 - Doubt

A Choice With No Regrets: Part 6 - I Can't Lose You Levi...

A Choice With No Regrets: Part 7 - The 23rd Expedition: Part 1 of 2

A Choice With No Regrets: Part 8 - The 23rd Expedition: Part 2 of 2

#snk levi #aot levi #shingeki no kyoujin #snk #attack on titan #aot #levi ackerman #levi ackerman x reader #levi ackerman series #levi ackerman fanfiction #fanfiction #fanfic #x reader #story masterlist #captain levi #captain levi x reader #captain levi ackerman #captain levi ackerman x reader #levi ackarman series #captain levi series #captain levi ackerman series #aot x reader #aot series #snk x reader #snk series #attack on titan x reader #attack on titan series #shingeki no kyoujin x reader #shingeki no kyoujin series

[oh-meretseger]

part 9 - Smitten

attack on titan modern college au // Jean Kirstein x fem!reader

notes: I’M BAAACK, still struggling with uni stuff, but had some time to write so enjoy another long smut+fluff and my own little sketch of a modern au Jeanbo [he can have it]

cw: 18+ smut! explicit language, lot of teasing, sending nudes hehe, unprotected sex in various positions, both receiving oral, spanking, dirty talk, and some sweet little fluff at the end(:

wc: 8,6k

Jeanbo

wanna bring that smartass over, Rocky Balboa?

Connie’s out for the night

You chuckled at your phone, the stupid nickname instantly flooding your mind with memories of the brutal physical fight of the previous day.

It started out as an innocent afternoon of studying, the four of you gathering in your dorm for a scientific conference like the sophisticated citizens of the university that you are — but it quickly turned into a boxing match when Jean stole your pen to write "I'm a loser" across your neatly organized notes. Connie and Sasha had no choice but to watch with motionless, completely unconcerned expressions as Jean digged his fingers under your ribcage as a self-defense move, and you (being slightly ticklish) decked your fist into his face as a reflex.

"Pfft, would you be Rocky Balboa?" Ymir scoffed after she stopped pushing you, grabbing the chain of the swing you were sitting on, so she could read the text you were so amused by.

"You phould phee Jean's nose, phe nearly broke it.” Sasha's words fell victim to the giant lollipop filling her mouth, neither of her hands free as she was hanging from the monkey bars, exactly as an orangutan would be casually chilling.

"It was an accident!" you unconsciously raised your hand to your nose, an embarrassed tint of pink dusting your cheeks as Sasha reminded you of the injury you caused to Jean. He kinda deserved it, but you didn't mean to hurt him.

Sasha let go of the cold metal bars, hopping onto the thin dust of snow covering the ground. As if the chilly air bit into her cheeks, they glowed with a vivid red blush even in the dim, grey lights of the winter afternoon dusk. "It was a perfectly executed right hook, but it's okay."

"Hard to believe, with all due disrespect," Ymir sneered underneath the furry trim on the hood of her coat as she pulled on the chains again, pushing you in the swing with such force that your attempts at texting back to Jean instantly failed. "I would knock you out in a second."

"And Mikasa would knock you out in half a second," you grimaced as you digged the heels of your boots into the rigid ground, fighting back against Ymir's evil strength. "So what are you saying?"

Sasha giggled with the stick of the lollipop between her teeth and you smiled. Even though you couldn't see her face, the moment of hesitant silence was enough of a sign — Ymir knew it was true.

"Yeah, sure, in your dreams," she scoffed.

In contrast to your desperate twitching as you fought back against Ymir, Mikasa sat on the other swing like a picture of serenity. Her legs moved ever so slightly as she pushed herself off the ground, the small movements of the swing creating a quiet, but eerie creaking sound that would've sent shivers down your spine if you heard it in a horror movie.

Mikasa's eyes moved to Ymir, gazing at her above the big, red scarf that covered the lower part of her face as it wrapped tightly around her. "We can give it a try, if you want.”

"I'd pay an INSANE amount of money to see that fight," Sasha stated after growing impatient and biting down on her lollipop, crunching on it with loud cracks — like she always did with any hard candy.

"I'd pay you an insane amount of money to shut your goddamn mouth," Ymir snapped back right away with her usual snarky tone.

"Ymir!"

"I'll shut up for a couple hundo," Sasha shrugged while her teeth destroyed the last bits of the candy.

"For like two minutes, I suppose,” Ymir snickered, but as usual, Sasha couldn't be less bothered by her bullying, simply nodding in agreement.

"Pretty much."

You shook your head as you laughed, your eyes glued to your phone's screen while your fingers moved fast to reply to Jean, your heart's thumping even faster. It was beating with an excited joy, much more than just a lustful desire. Something that felt so pure, almost innocent — only a couple of hours passed since you ran into him, but still...

You couldn't wait to see him again.

you

i know you'll be waiting for me with a baseball bat to get revenge

but sure thing🤓 see you in 20

"I'm sorry, Mikasa, we have to reschedule me kicking your ass." Ymir's sarcastic tone earned a roll of Mikasa's eyes, even if she couldn't hide the amused spark in them. "I'm outta here"

"Are you going to volleyball practice?" you blurted out the mindless question, instantly knowing it was a mistake to ask.

"I'm going to your mom, actually," Ymir replied as she pushed your back with a vicious force one last time and you bursted out laughing. Right after Jean, Ymir was the second most skilled 'your mom' expert you knew.

"Right, tell her I said hi.”

"Anything for you, my dearest sweetheart," Ymir sneered as she leaned down to pinch your cheek and you let out a painful squeak. "Have fun getting busy with mullet-man."

"You're particularly vile today," Mikasa pointed out, winning an immediate ticket to Ymir's bullying-train as she grabbed the end of her scarf and with a simple movement, threw it on top of Mikasa's head, covering half of her face.

Then Ymir put her hands into the pockets of her coat and simply walked away without a word.

"Bye, girly pop!" Sasha yelled at her as you were chuckling to yourself at the hilarious absurdity of Ymir's behavior and she just raised a hand in the cold winter air as a goodbye.

"Typical" Mikasa commented, then brushed the scarf off of her face.

"Another date night?" Sasha asked you with a huge grin, her voice quivering with excitement as her hands cheered with small little claps. She was almost more excited than you were.

"Not a date night, just... Just hanging out," you replied as casually as you could, but even your hand couldn't hide your sheepish smile as you rubbed the bridge of your nose.

"Suuuure"

"Leave it, she's in love." Mikasa flicked her hand and Sasha let out a heartfelt laugh while you blushed. It's been long, long weeks since you and Jean's little dates and meetups got regular, but you still couldn't gather the strength to admit to your friends how tragically smitten you were.

But you weren't the only one being teased about him — Jean couldn't avoid all the playful pestering in the past few weeks, either.

BAM!

Jean's head jerked back at the impact after a padded shoulder found him in the most unfortunate slouching position as his focus drifted off for a few seconds, hitting his jaw with full force.

"Eyes on me, Jeanbo!" Reiner yelled back above his shoulder, already skating back to his place.

Jean grunted at the sudden pain, then raised his glove to his face. Reiner's strength met his jaw right at a spot that made his vision go black, seeing stars for a couple of seconds. For a moment, he couldn't even remember what drills they were doing.

"Kirstein!"

Jean shook his head to get his thoughts and senses back together, already pushing himself on the ice to skate towards Coach Levi's voice. The new headcoach had a few very strict basic rules which, as his stern stamp has already won the respect of the team, Jean tried to immediately obey as well.

"You're here to collect dust today, I see," Levi said in a low voice, leaning on the boards with both hands. Jean's skates came to a stop in front of him, but the coach nodded his head to order him out to the benches.

"I'm sorry, Coach." Jean's eyes dropped to his skates as he stepped out of the rink, deliberately avoiding to look at Levi. He almost opened his mouth to add an 'I'm tired', but stopped himself immediately. Shitty excuses were a no-go with Coach Ackerman.

"You look like a dog chewed through you, swallowed, then threw you up." Levi's voice was unexpressive, but his grey eyes pierced through Jean's with a coldness exactly as sharp as the stinging, frosty air above the ice rink. "What's the matter?"

"Nothing, Coach, I'm just—I'm a little tired." Jean decided not to explain any further, even if Levi seemed to care. He figured the coach wouldn't appreciate his heartfelt story about the little date of yours the previous night, a spontaneous evening walk turning into hours of conversation, irrationally long laughing fits and cuddling as the first snow of the winter was softly falling down on you. Coach Levi probably wouldn't care about how he just simply couldn't go home, unable to break away from you as you both slipped your arms under each other's coats, warming each other up with tight hugs and sweet, deepening kisses — and he just didn't notice the midnight stars above you, even if they tried to warn him about the late hour.

"It's time to decide if you want to keep dreaming awake in the rink or stay forward in line one, then," the coach bluntly replied with his arms crossed. "Understood?"

"Understood." Jean nodded. The coach was right. He didn't come to the rink at least four times a week for nothing. If anything, he felt a little embarrassed about the fact that others noticed a change in his behavior and focus since... Well, since you were in the picture.

"Maybe try focusing on your goals a little more than your girlfriend, Kirstein," Levi added and that stopped Jean in his tracks. He hesitated for a moment before nodding again, then grabbed the board, jumping over it to get back to the rink. The coach's comment sounded like an honest advice rather than a snarky remark — although Jean had no idea how the hell he knew about your existance.

"A girlfriend? I thought we bros were sharing," a guy slammed into the boards next to him with a loud bang and Jean instantly rolled his eyes. Floch was the third player of their line with Reiner, and Jean could've punched all the teeth out of the disgusting pervy grin that was plastered across his face at that moment.

"Eat shit, dumbass," Jean simply responded before pushing him with his shoulder as he skated back to their assigned corner.

"How about getting your head out of your ass, Forster?!" Levi wasted no time swinging his arm, hitting Floch's helmet with the timer he had in his hand, the loud knock on his head only confusing the guy. "NOW!"

Jean touched the spot on his jaw where Reiner hit him and he hissed at the sharp pain. If it was already feeling sore, he could imagine how colorful it was bound to get later.

"Sorry, man."

"It's fine, Reiner," Jean shook his head, knocking his stick on the ice as a sign to get back to the drills.

Though the bruise instantly felt a lot better when your soft lips pressed onto it, kissing it gently as Jean's hips rolled into you with a steady rhythm. His jeans pooled around his ankles and yours were thrown across the room somewhere, your shirt tugged up your chest to let your perfect boobs bounce freely as Jean devoured the beautiful sight with eager eyes. You two just figured the drawer in their dorm was the perfect height for you to sit on, legs spread wide apart, Jean's hands grabbing the flesh of your ass as your hips met at one messy, sloppy wet spot as he slowly fucked into you.

"You're getting so wet, love," Jean mumbled in your ear and you mewled in response, feeling your slick trickling down your ass as the lewd squelching sounds got louder. There was not a time when Jean didn't make you soaking wet, but there was a special something in the way his thick cock slowly dragged in and out of your pussy that just made it drool in response. Maybe it was the way you felt every inch of him taking the sweet time to rub against your spongy, sensitive spot that made you lose your mind. "S'wet for me."

"It just feels s-so fucking good," you moaned, your sweet voice and your warm walls squeezing around him making Jean groan in pleasure. You pressed another soft kiss onto the purple bruise on his sharp jaw, then gently ran your finger over it. "Please keep fucking me so slowly, baby"

"Holy—shit" Jean squeezed his eyes shut as his head started spinning. He was a sight to see as he struggled not to fill you up right then and there. His breathing ragged, a gorgeous flush on his cheeks, small beads of sweat glistening at the line of his soft  hair, a few ashy brown strands falling into your face as he pressed his forehead to yours. You clung onto his broad shoulders for dear life as your eyes wandered down to his happy trail glistening with your mixed wetness, then his throbbing cock, splitting you apart...

"I—I'm so close," you whispered desperately and Jean's lips crashed into yours in a sloppy kiss, his moans into your mouth making you whimper in response. "Hnngh"

"Am I making you feel good, pretty girl?"

"So good, baby," you pressed your forehead to his again and your fingers glided along his stubble, behind his ear, then to the back of his head to lovingly entwine with long strands of his hair. Your big doe eyes pierced through his with such an intense glint of pleasure, your cheeks and lips so plump and burning with heat, Jean felt himself stumble closer to the edge at the beautiful sight. "You're stretching me out so good, please don't stop, I—I'm..."

He tried to squeeze his eyes shut to hold back, last a little longer, but you calling him baby, praising his every movement, and your soft moans against his lips mercilessly whirled his mind even further.

"Fuuu—fuck, I can't," Jean grunted and you let out a devastated shriek at the sudden loss of him inside you as he pulled out. He moaned looking at the string of your clear wetness connecting you to his swollen tip, his cock hard and heavy, slightly bobbing as he got down on one knee in front of you.

"Nooo, what are you doing?" you hopelessly cried out as Jean looked up at you with an apologetic smile, both of his hands sliding up your thighs, large fingers harshly digging into the flesh, his hot breath tickling you as it grazed your sensitive clit.

"I'm sorry, love, I don't want to cum yet," he mumbled into you as his lips already pressed on your puffy lips. You didn't even have a chance to reply as his warm tongue glided through your slit, making your eyes roll back into your hand.

The way Jean could eat you out — how he was practically making out with your pussy, cruelly licking you into madness, his tongue feeling soft, yet so sloppy, so nasty... It just made you lose all control. You caressed the bruise on his jaw, unable to take your eyes off of the gorgeous man burrying his face into your core.

"Oh my fff— God, you're so fucking hot." Your head was spinning as you whimpered, Jean's deep grunts sending such ecstatic vibrations through your center that your fingers had to clutch into his hair for support. As your legs trembled, your fingers tugging on his hair, Jean's composure started crumbling — he moaned loudly at the pleasure, your fingers tugged even more harshly, his moans into your warmth got even louder...

Then to Jean's own surprise, he suddenly came undone.

Without warning, hot spurts of cum wet the floor below him, running down his untouched length with a yearning anguish — and that was the time you realized that Jean really, really liked his hair being pulled.

From then on, you made sure to take advantage of this little secret weak spot of his. Nothing crazy though, just lightly grabbing his hair while you softly moaned in his ear about how good he's fucking you, lacing your fingers through his strands, pulling him closer to you as you described to him how amazing his cock made you feel — your sweet voice mumbling these dirty confessions, paired with the heavenly sensation of your delicate fingers running through his hair at the nape of his neck, pulling on it, made it extremely difficult for him not to cum instantly.

"Fuck... You know exactly what you're doing, right?" Jean would huff as he slowed down the stern snapping of his hips, answering the mischievous glint in your eyes with a few large fingers stuffing your mouth full to shut you up for a little while. "M'sorry, baby, I have to."

And as the naughty spark turned into desperate tears in your eyes, you couldn't help but moan around Jean's fingers in agreement. You did exactly know what you were doing. But you just couldn't help it. The more familiar you became with each other's bodies, the more you discovered of all the little things that made Jean feel good. And you wanted nothing more than to make him feel so, so good.

Jean loved making out with you. Even the smallest, soft little pecks made his core tingle that your pretty lips pressed onto his, but the way your tongue danced around his, so eager to feel him in your mouth, just made him melt. Both of your moans and sweet saliva meeting in the sloppy kisses felt so good, so dirty, his cheeks always flushed with a pretty red color that you loved to admire. And the intense eye contact paired with the delicate touch of your fingers on his warm skin didn't help his state.

Touch was another thing you loved to use to your advantage in making a puddle out of him. You could feel the goosebumps that formed on his skin as you gently ran your fingers along the muscles of his arm, fingertips ever so slightly touching him, or when you innocently slid your palm over the shirt that covered his chest, up to his neck — that beautiful, sensitive neck that you loved kissing so much. It was just the perfect height for you to nuzzle into the warm skin, his intoxicating scent filling your mind with a dark haze as your lips kissed him softly, feeling the familiar goosebumps of his strong arms as they pulled you into an embrace.

Jean loved all your gentle touches, the caressing of your hands, the warmth of your tongue on his body. His hands couldn't get enough of you, either — he took every chance to brush his fingers against yours as you passed each other on the hallway, to grab your waist as he slightly guided you through crowds, or to hold your hand under the desk at the library, his fingers intertwining with yours while he kept reading his notes, smiling as he felt your doe eyes staring at him. Even the most innocent touches sent hot tingles through his core, and it made him feel so pervy, but he couldn't help the swelling bulge growing in his pants as the playful spark in your eyes reminded him of what an incredibly nasty girl you actually were. And it was the secret of you two.

The first few times you talked dirty to him left him absolutely dumbfounded. He had to get used to the insane spinning of his mind as you whispered such filthy stuff into his ear, sometimes out of nowhere, in the middle of the most casual public settings.

"I'd love to suck your cock under this table, y'know," you said softly as you leaned close to his ear, and Jean literally choked on his lunch, followed by immediate coughing and an instant strain of his pants as your sudden words wandered straight to his groin. You smiled at his surprised expression, then bit your lower lip as a prominent blush started to spread on Jean's cheeks. Oh, how you loved teasing him.

"Yeah?" he simply replied, trying to play it cool, but you saw right through him. Him being so adorably flustered just made you want to suck him off even more.

"Yeah," you eyed his lips with a half smile, and the sinful flash of your face made Jean grow even harder under his jeans. "You look so good..."

He swallowed with a heavy gulp, all the blood rushing to his lap, right out of his brain. He glanced at Connie, who just got up to get another slice of cake at the counter, and would be back at your table in about twenty seconds. Jean gazed back at your darkened eyes, your pretty lips glistening as you swiftly ran your tongue across it, and had to keep his eyes from rolling back into his skull at the thought of those same lips wrapping around his already rock hard cock, your eyes glued to his as you couldn't care less about the public surrounding — maybe you'd even enjoy it.

"You're a nasty girl, you know that?" he spoke in a low voice, your faces just a few inches from each other as your eyes melted into his, invisible sparks flying and setting both of your bodies on fire.

Your eyes lowered to Jean's lips and you slowly nodded, smiling. "I know."

"You drive me fucking crazy," Jean mumbled under his breath as you turned to Connie with a lively smile, laughing about the way he already had his face stuffed full of cake before he could sit back down — pretending you didn't just offer him a public blowjob half a minute ago in the canteen.

And you did, you drove him crazy as you became more and more comfortable and skilled in teasing him. Sometimes throughout the whole day, with dirty whispers in his ear as you passed him in the hallway, stolen touches as you suddenly grabbed his bicep or his inner thigh, catching him off guard in class, in the library or the canteen... Not only did an electric wave of arousal run through his body, but he almost fainted off his chair when his phone buzzed in class one time and he checked the attachment you just sent him, expecting it to be a meme — one of those that you usually sent to each other back and forth when a class got too boring to pay attention to. You watched from the other side of the classroom as Jean’s eyes widened at the sight of your mirror selfie, his breath catching in his throat. Your phone covered half of your adorably innocent-looking smile, your hair wet as you seemingly just got out of the shower, your naked hips, the curve of your waist and one and a half of your perfect boobs showing as your delicate fingers lifted Jean’s oversized shirt up on your body. To Jean, an undescribable, painting-like beauty.

Jean felt his lips slightly part and his face burn as he gazed at the screen of his phone, the picture of your delicious body making all the blood in his veins rush right to his lap. You bit back your smile as his eyes flicked up to you, his flushed cheeks and pursed lips letting you know you successfully reached your goal. Jean shifted in his seat, slightly adjusting the crotch of his pants as he tried to keep calm, but your playfully glistening eyes piercing through his didn’t help much. The professor loudly explained the basics of property rights in the background, but all he could wonder was if you knew how mercilessly he was going to overstimulate every inch of that beautiful body you hid under that baggy hoodie.

Jeanbo

you’re sooo paying for this later

u little rat

You knew exactly what buttons to push to get him worked up, and even though he felt agonizing pain as he suffered through a number of days with a raging boner, he secretly loved how more and more bratty you got while teasing him. You didn’t even have an idea of how many times you made him palm himself through his jeans in public, or escape to the restrooms to look at your spontaneous nudes and jerk his already hard cock just a little bit before having to go back to his usual tasks. Jean felt like a fucking perv, but he couldn’t help it — you made him turn into a perv, and he couldn’t stop thinking of all the different ways he wanted you.

Jean’s weakness was how only he knew your dirty little secret side. No one else in the world knew how skilled you grew in sucking his cock, giving him the most perfect blowjob he could ever dream of. You took your time to get to know all his sensitive spots and preferences, slowly suckling at his tip with pretty puckered lips, beautiful eyes looking deep into his until he couldn’t help spilling his hot load inbetween your lips. No one else knew what a dirty girl you were, getting bossy with him from time to time when he taunted you on purpose. He thought he’d lose conciousness right then and there when you stuffed your wet panties into his mouth one time, jokingly — even though you were on top, Jean kept teasing you with that shit-eating grin on his face, knowing you’d soon be begging for his cock. Oh, but he couldn’t have been more wrong…

He then slowly melted into a messy, blushing putty as you took charge on top of him, milking his cock in various ways as he just laid there, unable to move or say too much with his wrists tied to your bed, gagged with your cute little panties. Good thing he also loved watching you — he felt like he was in heaven as your gorgeous naked body towered over him, using him for your own pleasure.

That was a weakness you both shared. You loved watching Jean. He noticed pretty quickly how you liked admiring him, be it from afar as you sat on the other side of the classroom, or from up close, caressing his face with eyes so loving, it made him melt. You also loved to admire him in his naked glory — Jean was a man so big and beautiful, your hungry eyes could never get enough of him. He noticed your habit of basically devouring the sight of him touching himself, so he made sure to pay back all the damn teasing with a few mirror videos here and there, of him gently stroking his slowly swelling cock, sometimes through the towel when he was fresh out of the shower, or half naked in his room when he went back home for the weekend, already missing your presence…

His little revenge usually worked, seeing him touch himself in any way made you drool and your mind go blank instantly. You adored getting close to him, looking up at his handsome face, deep into his eyes as you were kneeling in front of him, watching and feeling his cock just an inch from your face before you begged for him to stroke you with it, slap it on your tongue, smear his precum on your lips, then stuff your face full… You were absolutely crazy about this man.

You also couldn’t get enough of his voice. Jean was definitely a talker, and your ability to cum in seconds as he whispered the most filthy, nasty words into your ear was completely new to you.

“S’creamy little pussy’s squeezing me so tight,” he moaned before gently biting down on your earlobe, his thick shaft stretching you from behind with the dirtiest loud squelching sounds. Another delicious groan reached your ear, and your eyes rolled back, knowing you were going to cum in no time. “That’s it, messy girl, cream on my cock f’me.”

Jean was all about being gentle and soft, but he was also quite passionate as he quickly got carried away. It was a beautiful clash of pleasures when his words and praises remained soft and caring while the movements of his hips, strong arms and large hands became rough, almost cruel.

SMACK!

His hand came down on the round of your ass with a harsh slap, and you whimpered in pain as you hovered over his face, your hands clutching his strands of hair as Jean sat on the floor below you, eating you out with a feverish greed. His wet lips mumbled into your pussy before he continued licking your sensitive little knob into insanity. “Mhmm yeah, keep holding onto my hair, pretty girl”

“JEAN!“ you cried out as another loud slap left a stinging pleasure hot on your ass, and your knees felt like giving out as his tongue swirled you closer to your peak.

“Cum on my face, baby, please make a mess f’me…”

Maybe that was the secret to all the otherworldly pleasure you experienced with each other — you both loved making the other feel incredibly good. how he's so worked up for you anytime you meet After a long day of teasing each other, you couldn’t wait to feel his strong, large body wrap around you, his hot skin on yours, soft lips sucking your tongue into his mouth…

“Oh my god… How are you so—so fucking big?” you muttered and Jean chuckled as your jaw stayed fallen open, your pretty eyes staring at his erection as it jumped free from the confinement of his boxers. The sight made your mouth water. Even though you haven't touched it yet, his cock was already so heavy and wet, the flush tip leaking, so messy and eager to be inside you.

“Y’gonna be in shock every single time?”

“Mhmmm”

But what you loved most was how safe you felt surrounded by his thick, muscular thighs, or big arms as they snaked around your naked body, hugging you tightly to his chest, his length thrusting up into you slowly as his honey-like eyes sank into yours, his soft lips uttering secret little praises into your mouth… Words that made you feel like your hearts poured right through your ribs and melted into each other, words that felt so warm, so sacred, only yours...

"I'm only yours…”

Your hand moved on its own as you knocked on the door and your heart fluttered with the most childlike excitement you felt in a long while. The lock clicked, the door opened...

And there he stood in front of you.

You looked up to Jean's face and your heart sank to your stomach. An unexplainable contentment filled your chest every single time those beautiful hazel eyes met yours, his expression softening as he looked at you, his pretty lips curving into a smile and uttering words you could barely comprehend as your mind immediately turned to putty.

"Hey! Come in."

Warmth filled your chest as Jean turned to let you in and Mikasa's words echoed in your mind from earlier. You felt like she might've been right.

He felt like home.

"Will you be playing tin soldier in the doorway all night?" Jean tittered as he leaned onto the doorknob and you shook your head to jerk yourself out of your spontaneous daydream. Jean found it absolutely amusing when you became flustered — he noticed your eyes running down his body and the slight blush of your cheeks didn't escape his attention either as you stared at his face with big sparkling eyes.

"Shut up" you frowned as you quickly looked away, but you couldn't hide your embarrassment from him. "I'm eating your present"

"What present?" his curious eyes followed your movements while he closed the door behind you and you put down the paper bag you had in your hand.

"I brought you a—fuck—AHH!" you let out an irritated grunt as you turned to him, trying to unzip your winter coat, and failing miserably as the fringe of your knitted scarf got caught by the zip.

"Wait, let me help you," Jean snickered at your clumsiness and immediately stepped closer, his warm fingers taking the hardware from your frozen ones.  "Y'little twit."

"Hey, don't make me beat you again," you shot a threatening look up at him, then bit back a smile as he let out a heartfelt laugh. You felt your heart pounding against your chest faster as he stood so close to you, his eyes fixated on your zip with an adorable little frown.

"Your hands went numb in the cold?" Jean's eyes flicked up to yours for a moment and you nodded. Oh god, how your cute red, frostbitten cheeks made his heart flutter.

"Mhm, they always do," you replied pouting as you slipped your hands out of your colorful gloves that Sasha knitted for you. Crocheting wasn't her only craft and your closet got the best out of it. "My circulation's as shitty as it can get. And it's freezing out there..."

"This big ass scarf, I swear to god," Jean murmured, annoyed, as you chuckled, feeling the heat radiating from his face so close to yours. He found you so adorable in your huge, thick coat, big scarf and bigger snowboots. You reminded him of a dressed up little penguin.

And his face seemed so warm and welcoming, you couldn't help sliding your frozen hands on it. "HOLY SHIT, you're freezing, what the fuck?!"

"Ouuu god, and you're burning me." Your shoulders shook with laughter and Jean let you warm your little fingers on top of his stubbled jaw with a smile while he successfully operated your scarf out of the zip.

"There you go."

"Thank you, doctor," you finally unzipped your coat as Jean stepped back, his nosiness turning his attention back to the mysterious paper bag again. "See, it was worth it becoming a neurosurgeon."

"Shit, lucky you, you're in dire need of a brain transplant," he snapped back with the familiar shit-eating grin and you stared back with narrowed eyes.

"Aight, it's final, I am eating your present."

"But what is it?! Let me see." Jean's hand already reached for the paper bag, but you swiftly jumped in and grabbed it before he could.

"Na-uh-uh! It's a present, I have to give it to you," you smiled as one of your hands slipped into the bag, and Jean's heart skipped a beat at your happy, frostbitten little expression. Whatever you'd gift him, he was already melting.

"Ah yeah, silly me." He mirrored your smile while you dropped the paper bag, a familiarly wrapped pack of something remaining in your hands.

"I know you were dying to try out the new pastry shop in town center" your hands reached out to Jean, but he didn't move yet. His look was glued to the pretty joyful glint of your eyes. "So I got you lemon cake 'cause you said your mom's was your favorite."

Jean's eyes finally left yours and he gazed at the colorful packaging of the cake as you carefully handed it over to him, an inevitable smile growing on his face while his chest filled with warmth as you explained further.

"It's probably not as good, but I figured your insanely sweet tooth might like it," you chirped cheerfully as Jean felt the familiar little butterflies wake up in his stomach, returning his gaze back to you with the most gorgeous, sheepish smile. He was flustered.

He didn't even remember the last time someone surprised him with such a small, yet so thoughtful little gift.

Jean turned to the cake again, looking for the easiest way to unwrap it as he tried to hide the blush he felt heating up his face. He's blushing over a slice of cake, how fucking stupid.

"Thank you— Grab a plate, we'll share."

"Nooo, I got it for you," you grinned, noticing the rosy tint of his cheeks even in the dim lighting of their dorm. "Only for you."

Jean's eyes returned to meet yours again, visibly softening as his cheeks burned with the immense love he felt at that moment. He stepped closer to you, closing the distance between your bodies, and your hearts fluttered to the same chaotic rhythm as he leaned down to softly kiss you. The sweet taste of your watermelon chapstick made him tingle inside as you kissed him back, now blushing a whole lot more than Jean was previously.

"Thank you, pretty girl." He spoke softly as your kiss broke, smiling at how quickly you softened under his lips, eyes glistening up at him with desperation for more.

"I hope you'll like it," you mumbled in response, your eyes sheepishly dropping to avoid the intense feeling in your chest woken up by Jean's stare.

As if you didn't regularly fuck the soul out of each other.

It was kind of a weird place to be, casual affection still felt a little awkward between you two because despite the excrutiating sexual tension, you still didn't declare any romantic intentions verbally. You and Jean hanging out casually was just that: talking about any and every possible thing, sharing your silliest theories, fooling around... Until one of you couldn't bear the tension of the intense eye contact and being so close anymore, and broke the ice with a touch on the inner thigh, a gentle stroke on the lips, or a soft but eager kiss. And there was no stopping from there.

Getting so close to each other as friends just made it even more of a strange situation, really.

"Speaking of doing favors... Can you please cut my hair?" Jean flashed a forced robotic grin at you and you stared at him for a moment with a genuine confusion furrowing your brows. He laid on his bed in front of you, still having a few small crumbs of the cake he just devoured stuck to his lips. "I don't trust anyone with it anymore."

"Oooh, so this is why you wanted to "hang out"," you sneered at him as your fingers imitated quotation marks in the air, earning an amused roll of Jean's hazel eyes. "You're using me for my insane manual skills..."

"Yeah, I'm with you solely for the free haircuts."

"With me?" you raised an eyebrow and bit back your smile as Jean's smug confidence seemed to suddenly disappear as his eyes dropped to his fidgeting hands. Your heart nervously skipped a beat at the phrase, but you decided to joke it off. "And I'm with you solely for your mullet."

"Knew it," Jean shook his head with a renewed smile. "Taking advantage of my body... How dare you?"

"I'd rather not comment on that," you chuckled to yourself as Jean started rummaging through the drawer of his bedside table, now laying on his stomach. "But I'd love to know how I earned your trust to touch your treasured locks."

"Here you go," Jean reached for your hands with a self-assured look on his face, carefully placing a pair of scissors in it. You gazed at them for a second before meeting his confident stare again.

"But these are regular scissors."

"And?"

"These aren't good, they could damage the ends of your hair," you said, but immediately bursted out laughing at Jean's deadpan.

"Okay, mom, I do not give a single flying fuck about my ends."

"Okay, honey-boo-boo-sweetiepie, whatever you say," you shrugged, getting to your feet as you took to the bathroom with your assigned hairstyling shears in your hand. "C'mon then."

"I'm starting to think you spend way too much time with Sasha," Jean smiled as his eyes involuntarily followed the smooth motions of your hips as you walked away, the sweet tinkling of your laughter sending a wave of warmth through his core.

You couldn't even imagine how endlessly content he felt in your presence.

"And I'm starting to think you lost your mind and share one singular braincell with Connie now," you snapped back, flicking on the bathroom light as a chuckling Jean got out of his bed to follow you. "Trusting me to cut your hair..."

"You said you usually cut your own and it's really good. The layers look pretty," Jean replied as he stopped next to you in front of the sink and his large fingers gently caressed your soft strands of hair. He liked it when you wore it down.

"Really?" you glanced up at him as you felt your face getting warmer and Jean smiled, letting his hands tangle in your hair at the back of your head. He found you so cute.

"Really."

That's how you found yourself spending your Friday night standing behind Jean with the scissors and a comb in hand. He was seated in front of the mirror above the sink, a towel wrapped around his broad shoulders, smiling at your reflection as you furrowed your brows in serious concentration, trying to get a thorough look of his hair before every single snip.

"Just a trim, right?"

"Yeah, just an inch or two," Jean replied, keeping his head perfectly still, unable to scrape the smile off his face as he was watching you. "I'm leaving it up to you, though."

"Do you really trust my skills that much?" you grinned as you slowly moved the comb to grab a section of his ashy brown hair, trimming off the ends to the same length as the previous section.

"I do." Your eyes met Jean's in the mirror for a moment as he responded, and you had to take a second look. His hair was kind of messy, having been brushed and clipped in multiple different directions, but despite looking a bit silly, the playful sparkle in his eyes still made your heart skip a beat.

"You're so handsome," you smiled back at him, lifting your hand for a second to gently caress his warm cheek as he sat completely motionless for you. Jean just chuckled, but even though he always became flustered, you knew how much he liked being praised. "It's a shame you're my customer."

"Oh, so no head?!"

"Nooo," you laughed at the reference and cut another section, moving the scissors to snip the ends a few times vertically as well. "It wouldn't be ethical."

"I forgot my wallet though, can't pay any other way," Jean fake-pouted and you shook your head giggling. Snip. Snip. More and more pieces of hair fell slowly to the cold tiles.

"We'll figure something out, don't worry, pretty boy," your eyes followed your own fingers' movements, brushing them through his hair a few times to see where the section needed to be adjusted. "Are you washing it after?"

"Probably."

"Can I braid it when it's dried?" you asked, eyes lighting up as the sudden thought came to you, but Jean quickly knocked down your enthusiasm

"You absolutely can not."

"Pretty pleaseee," you grinned at his reflection in the mirror and he let out a small chuckle as your fingers moved on to the sections at the back of his head.

"You wouldn't even be able to braid this length, smartass." Jean found the idea weird, but your excitement adorable. He was kind of curious how you'd braid his hair, but still. He couldn't let you know that.

"How do you know? Ya knucklehead," you frowned. "I wasn't aware that a world-known hairstylist graced me with his professional presence."

"Yeah, you're the chosen one," Jean grimaced as you ruffled his hair on the side that you were done trimming, the freshly cut strands of hair tickling the skin on his face.

"Thanks for choosing me, your majesty," you replied, quickly pinching his cheek before removing a clip from a section on the other side of his pretty head. Your heart already fluttered at the way his hair looked, tousled and wild...

But it still didn't compare to the warmth spreading in your center as Jean stepped out of the bathroom after a quick shower.

His grey sweatpants and oversized shirt smelled fresh as she stepped to his bed, leaning down to press a soft kiss on your shoulder as you laid on your stomach, typing on your phone. You glanced up at him as he flashed his signature grin at you and as you watched him dry his damp hair with a towel, you felt straight up mesmerized. How the hell can a man so beautiful be real and standing in front of you?

"Who are you texting?" Jean's hazel eyes flicked to the screen of your phone while you shifted on the bed, making place for him to sit beside you.

"Sasha," you smiled as you laid your head on your arm, still watching him. "She asked me to take a pic of this masterpiece of a haircut."

"Wait, let me turn so you can get the back..."

"Nooo, don't turn away, lemme see your face." You opened your camera app, then smiled at him on the screen. Jean was surprisingly unaffected by anyone taking pictures of him, anytime, never being awkward in front of the camera, and of course being extremely photogenic in addition — that handsome bastard. "You look so good."

"No, you." Jean suddenly leaned down to nuzzle into your hair near your ear and you instantly raised your shoulders to protect your neck, bursting out laughing as his stubble and hot breath tickled your skin.

Jean shifted his body to lay down beside you, the heat radiating from him immediately making your core tingle. A warm hand slipped under your shirt to gently slide along your waistline, up to your back while his face stayed close to yours. Your laughter quieted to a content sigh as your arms wreathed around his neck, his soft lips slightly grazing the skin of your jawline, giving you goosebumps.

"You're beautiful," he murmured, his deep voice making your eyes slowly close in pleasure. His fingers skillfully unhooked your bra behind your back — although it wasn't a sexual act, at all. Jean's touch felt incredible loving as his caring fingers glided on your now uncovered back, rubbing slow, soothing circles on the skin. Another sigh fell from your lips as you felt relief fill you, his tender touch and gentle little pecks on your face making your heart flutter.

As your body pressed to the front of his, your soft skin under his fingertips and your sweet scent filling his nose, Jean felt like his heart might burst out of happiness. Your name fell from his lips as he waited for your eyes to meet his.

"Hmm?" you opened your eyes to look at him and Jean smiled at how sleepy your expression turned under his touch.

"I... I just wanted to know if you felt comfortable, y'know—with where this is going." Jean spoke softly and your eyes melted together in a safe warmth.

"What do you mean?" you asked, eyes blinking slowly.

"I mean... I know we've been on a lot of dates, but I still feel like—like, we haven't talked about any labels or anything, so I wondered if—"

"If I felt comfortable," you smiled and Jean pressed the tip of his nose onto yours as he nodded.

"Yeah. I don't want you to feel like we're just fooling around... Sometimes I feel like I shouldn't be so greedy, as if I can't control myself around you," he mumbled, his thumb caressing your lips as his hand on your back wandered up to the back of your neck under your shirt. "Sometimes I feel like I ruined the chance to start out right, to treat you right..."

"I don't know, how it should go, but... This feels right," you replied as you held eye contact, then your fingers found Jean's, both of your hearts pounding faster as you held hands. The moment felt so close, so sacred, it made you smile before you quietly chuckled. "But I know what you mean, it's—it's hard to keep my hands off of you."

"Yeah, you tell me," Jean smirked. "I never thought I'd be the pathetic piece of shit who couldn't keep it in his pants for the life of him...”

You laughed wholeheartedly as you shook your head, "Well, I don't want you to keep it in your pants."

"Yeah, that's the problem."

"But it just feels so good," you returned your gaze back to his honey-like eyes, your legs tangling between his. "It's not because I'm a horny pervert, I swear, it just feels so incredibly good to be close to you..."

"I know," he replied quietly, almost whispering as he smiled, butterflies in his stomach flapping around once again. "I feel the same."

Jean tucked a strand of hair behind your ear, your foreheads pressed together. A few moments of comfortable silence set between you two and you felt so safe in his arms, you felt like you could easily fall asleep.

"You're so different from the tough little shell that you hide under," Jean whispered, poking a finger on your sternum. "Inside your frozen little heart."

"It's not frozen," you chuckled. "I'm just... I got used to being alone. I didn't open up until we didn't know each other, I don't see the use of opening up to most people, most of the time, you know."

As Jean's lips turned into a pout, you felt the need to explaine further.

"I mean, I wasn't lonely. Just alone. I've always been alone," you spoke, then chuckled at his saddened expression. "Don't look at me like that, I didn't mean it as a sob story."

"I know, I get it... I do," Jean reassured you, slightly squeezing your hand.

"Then you know how special this is for me," you mumbled as your lips were just an inch from his.

"I know," Jean whispered. "And I want you to know how special your pretty little heart is to me."

Your eyes met again and you felt your bodies molding perfectly into each other as his arm pulled you even closer to him.

"You should show it off a little more often," Jean smiled and you mirrored him.

"I—I do, I try to. I've never had this many friends in my life before."

"I know. I'm happy to see it... And to be next to you," he smirked. "It did feel like trying to break through a tough layer of ice in the beginning, though"

"Good thing you know how to skate," you joked with a sleepy voice. He chuckled in response — that even gave him an idea for later.

"Good thing I know how to make you melt."

"Yeah, into a small, pathetic puddle," you laughed as Jean watched you, eyes softening as they examined your beautiful features. He felt like he never wanted to take his eyes off of you.

"No, when you melt, you feel more like a... Like a huge summer rain." Jean stared at you, lingering. "Y'know, the one that's warm on your skin and feels like a liquid hug, and you don't mind it soaking through all your fucking clothes..."

"A thunderstorm?" you smirked up at him.

"Yeah, kind of," Jean replied with a half smile. "Like a crazy ass thunderstorm that comes out of nowhere, but feels so damn good in the summer heat..."

"I love those."

"Yeah," Jean mumbled as your lashes batted at him with slow, tired blinks. "I love those, too." He pressed a soft kiss onto your lips before adding, "They make my heart so happy."

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[tiyanasfantasy]

He’s Mine ❦.

wussupp 😼!

i’m bored and i was watching this tiktok and it had this sound and i wanted to write something for it soo, yea

im still getting used to writing again so don’t expect nothing too good, ALSO TY FOR THE LOVE ON MY LAST POST 🥹!

i jus wan 👩🏽‍❤️‍💋‍👩🏽👩🏽‍❤️‍💋‍👩🏽👩🏽‍❤️‍💋‍👩🏽..

EREN x Blackfem!Reader ❦.

Warnings: Language, not proofread,Yall a lil toxic,

enjoy ❦.

you and connie broke up everyday, this was nothing new.

y’all had got into an argument today because some girl had responded to his story on instagram saying “#NeedThat” and this boy thought it was funny and started entertaining it, even tho he was mostly trolling and you and him both know he’d never cheat it still made you mad cause… wtfk??

“bro yn you overreacting, you know ion want that btc, you actin like i was asking her on a date or sum shii, ian even say nothing that indicated i wanted her.” he said while he was waving the phone around in your face trying to show you he had blocked her.

“ion gaf bout you blocking her, why tfk you texting her back and entertaining her anyways?? you know how embarrassing ts is for me?”

eren lowk knew he was wrong and that he should just give in and tell you he’s sorry, but the nga so stubborn and sassy that he just had to win the argument.

“you know what yn, ionc no more you wanna be mad, be mad, im tired of yo shii.”

he walked over to the dresser and put on a shirt, then grabbed his keys and started walking towards the front door.

“so you just leaving ? like you always do when you know you wrong, it’s not that fucking hard to apologize instead of acting like a lil btc about it.”

one thing about eren, he don’t play that b wrd shii.

he turned around and looked at you (he was muggin real hard 2)

“bro, keep running yo fkin mouth, see what happen” idk who he was feelin like, but he was pointing all in yo face n shii.

“boy you better gtf outta my face”

he scoffed and started walking to the door again, before he left out he said “we done” you rolled your eyes and said “type shii”

like i said before, this wasn’t nothing new. you knew he was gone be back in the next 24 hours (or less)

time skip: 4 hours later, it’s 8:30.

eren was at a party (hoin, ofc) and you seen on his story that he out was showin out?? he had girls dancing all on him and shii, ouu girll.

so ofc, you bein you, had to show him how to really act bad. you fixed yo hair, made sure the lace was melted honey, did yo makeup and got dressed, you called sasha, mikasa, zar, and jatavia and told them what the move was.

when yall got to the party, first thing you see, this ho ass boy getting twerked on, you ain’t really care tho, he wasn’t really touching her so you didn’t mind that bad, but that was still yo nga so it pyo a little bit, but once again, you bein you, you went yo to jean and started throwin downnn.

Jatavia started laughing “Girl he gone getcho lil ass” “he doin the the shit, idc.”

girl lemme tell you, when eren looked up and seen ts he was ready to crash out damn near, but him, bein the sassy lil princess he is, had to 1 up you.

he grabbed this this girl byyyy her neck and kissed her??? not only that he was making eye contact with you while he did it.

then then he pulled away from the kiss and lead the ho out the door ..

ts blew yo whole mood, but you didn’t let it show ofc, you left the party like 20 mins later tho.

the next day

you were getting ready to go to another party ony was throwing, you and Jatavia were getting ready to meet sasha, mikasa, and zar there.

15 minutes later yall get there, yall having a good time, you really only went out tn to get yesterdays events out of your head.

sure yall not together “technically” and eren could do what he wanted but that’s wasn’t the point. it’s the principle of the situation.

after dancing for a bit you went into the kitchen to get something to drink, when you walked in you seen Eren, Armin, Connie, Ony, and Jean passing the splif around.

“hey yn” connie said nodding his head up at you smirking as he looked back and forth between you and eren.

“don’t piss me off rn” you said while you were digging through the fridge. “ony where all yo good drinks at damn?” you pulled a capri sun out then leaned again the fridge.

“fuck is you staring at” you looked at eren and mugged him when you seen him staring at you.

“i’m sorry ma, you straight?” you rolled your eyes “you kissed that ho infront me and everybody else, then proceeded to take the bitch hand and go somewhere and fuck her? you dead to me.”

Ony, Armin, Jean and Connie was sitting there being messy sayin shii like “he said her shii was trash” “he miss you tho” “ok but he diddd say sorry”

“first off” he walked in front of you, leaning on the island.

“i didn’t touch her, i was just doin that to get a reaction out of you, then you was twerking on jean??”

“only cause you was letting that bitch twerk on you”

as you were talking, that same lil ho walked into the kitchen.

“girl you just mad i took yo nga, everytime yall into it he be with me, beating shii down.” she stood next to eren and crossed her arms, you looked at him with that “dpmo” look then back at her.

“ma, she lyin i swear, only thing i ever did with her was kiss, and i only did it once, which was yesterday.” eren said while moving away from her and going next to you.

the girl rolled her eyes “you just gone sit there and lie?, tell her the truth.”

(this story alr corny but here come the cornier part 😂)

before eren could defend himself you spoke up…

“He might be doing you, but he's thinkin' about me so, baby, think about another lover, and go find another brother”

then here go connie “Period sis, clock it.”

the girl rolled her eyes “girl boo, that’s not yo nga. he fa me.”

“I know he's my man, he's all in my hands, It feels good when he calls my name, Don't you wish you had the same? Feeling disgust working your stuff 'Til he thinks about mine, Now he's feeling real high, You ask why? cause he's mine.”

she was getting a lil mad too, then connie and them in the back being messy tb “she clocking you boo” lil sassy tails. then eren just sitting there laughing at them.

“that’s not what he saying last not tho. “ooo to shii so fye, the bets i ever had.” he love me suh, i love him too.” she said with a petty smile on her face.

erens eyes widen at this, this was really delusional?? “nihh wtfk?? on everything i love i wasn’t witchu last night, after i took you outside i got in my car, by myself, and went to connie shii.”

“Tell you something that just ain't cool, Never fall in love with a man who don't love you, oh, I wouldn't waste my time telling you something wrong,You've been with him one night, and now he's coming home.”

connie:”I know that’s right”

He's mine, you may have had him once, But I got him all the time, Went out on a date, wasn't out too late, Took you to a room, and you gave it up too soon, Played you like a trick 'cause you let him hit, Now he's coming home to a lover that is strong, I got all his love, baby, don't try to take it, You wanted a piece, you were mistaken, 'Cause he belongs to me, Baby, can't you see?

eren pulled in you for a kiss making eye contact with the girl, “i’m sorry ma, shoulda never did that. i love you.” the girl shook her head and walked away.

“you fucked her eren?” he sucked his teeth “you know ian fuck her, this to dck, i promise ian touch her.”

you looked up at him, you know he didn’t do nothing with her. you pecked his lips.

“let’s go home.”

YALL this so cornyyy wtf 😭… also i rushed the end cause i got bored + i ran out of ideas so sorry if it seemed rushed or youn like it .

but ty for reading!

gimme some requests on some songs yall wanttt !!

bye bye

kisses 💋. gn ilyy ❦.

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[whats-her-quirk]

Secret Oath Chapter 5

last || m.list

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marco bott x fem!reader

18+ mdni

word count: 5k

chapter warnings: mentions of underage drinking, sexual innuendo, brief bi panic, reader sits in a shopping cart and conditions her hair

a/n: made it in just under the 2 year mark with a new update. guys...

♪ farewell andromeda (welcome to my morning) by john denver

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When you’re not chasing grade schoolers from place to place, there are only so many things to do at camp. After hiking, swimming, reading, and just generally hanging out around a campfire in your free time, you tend to get a little desperate for a change of pace. With a little planning ahead, Ymir has secured everybody a night off for a Wal-Mart trip, and by the end of a long week, the idea of hitting up the only nearby grocery store is genuinely as exciting as a ticket to Disneyland.

Camp Shiganshina is at least fifteen square miles from anywhere, so walking to town is out of the question. You spend dinnertime trying to figure out the carpool situation, and it turns out not everyone is coming along. Bertholdt twisted his ankle playing basketball, so he’s staying in the cabin for rest, ice, compression, and elevation on Nanaba’s orders. Eren and Mikasa also decline for unknown reasons, but they’re always weird like that, and only Jean seems disappointed. That leaves seven of you, and there’s only one vehicle in the parking lot that can fit that many passengers.

Erwin is surprisingly chill with the idea of letting you borrow the company van. “Why take two cars when you can all fit in there?” he reasoned when you, Reiner, and Hitch went to ask him together. “There’s no sense wasting your gas, and you’ll be safer if you all stick together.”

“Don’t worry, sir. I’ll make sure everybody’s taken care of,” says Reiner, flexing so hard you hear a thread snap in his t-shirt.

Erwin laughs, big and exuberant and sincere. “Of course! You have my trust.”

After running back to the cabin to toss your wallet and other necessities in a bag, you meet in the parking lot outside the mess hall. Erwin and Miche are leaning against the front of the van chatting while everyone loads up. Hitch dances her way over to them, holding out a hand to Erwin. “Keys, please!”

Erwin dangles a keychain as old as the vehicle itself above her palm before quirking a thick brow at her. “You are not to go over 55 miles per hour on the state route. You are not to exceed 35 on the side roads. And everyone wears their seatbelts. Understood?”

Perhaps startled by his serious tone, Hitch dials herself back. “Yes, sir.” He smiles and nods as he drops the keys in her hand, and she scuttles away to the driver’s seat.

Miche nudges you with his elbow. “Will you text me when you get there safe?”

You roll your eyes, hiding how sweet you find it. “Whatever, dad.” He makes a face at you. You stick out your tongue.

“Hey loser, you got bitch seat,” Ymir calls for you out the sliding door of the van.

You whirl around. “Historia is the smallest, why can’t she sit in the back?”

“We drew straws or something, I don’t know. Got a problem with that?” You’re used to the sass, but when she nods her head to the back of the van, it clicks. Marco and Jean sit on opposite ends of the third row bench seat—of course the middle is reserved for you.

You squeeze your way between the two bucket seats in the middle row, making sure to step and lean on Ymir as much as possible as you climb over her, just to be annoying. Tucking your bag between your feet, you manage to wedge yourself between the boys, shoulder to shoulder.

“Cozy,” you chuckle.

Jean reaches for the handle above the side window, making a little more space between you. “It’s not that far, at least.”

You pat behind both hips looking for your seat belt before you realize Marco is sitting on it. You start to reach for it, freezing only inches from his ass. “Uh, Marco. Can you scoot—”

Marco looks down where your leg is pressed against his. “Oh yeah! Uh…”

He twists as far as he can, already buckled, trying to lift his hip out of your way. You reach under him quickly, but your knuckles definitely drag across his back pocket. You click your buckle and then sit stiff as a board, hyper-aware of the fact that you fully touched his butt.

“Jesus Christ,” Jean mutters, sending you and Marco into a fit of laughter as Hitch backs out of the parking spot.

The first several minutes of the drive are spent messing with the music. Ymir shouts for Reiner to switch over to the radio, but every time he tries, it switches itself back to the tape deck after a few seconds. The cassette won’t eject, so your options are a John Denver single or silence.

“Leave it, this is a great song!” Historia begs. Neither Ymir nor Reiner will say no to her, but at least it’s Take Me Home Country Roads.

You’re a little embarrassed at first, but Marco nudges you after the first chorus. “Come on, I know you know the words. Everybody knows this song!”

You can feel your cheeks burning. “You just wanna make me sing.”

“Maybe I do.”

Historia is already singing, and when you start, so does Marco. Jean pipes up, and so does Reiner, and soon, everyone is belting the chorus.

There are only two songs on the cassette, and the B-side must have been less popular, because nobody knows the words to it. The van quiets down, but Marco still hums along. When you give him a surprised look, he blushes.

“My mom loves John Denver. I recognize the melody.”

It’s funny when Take Me Home repeats and prompts a second singalong, but by the fourth time the tape flips over, no one is singing anymore. Hitch turns the volume down to a faint rumble, and before long, you pull into the nearly empty parking lot of the Wal-Mart.

You stumble out of the back seat, thankful to stretch your legs after being crammed in so tight. You shoot off a text to Miche, letting him know you made it to the store with no casualties, to which he replies k thx kid. You could truly gag.

“Do we need a cart?” Reiner asks as you approach the giant sliding doors.

“Better get a couple,” you reply, pulling one from the stack. You know you want to buy snacks, grab a couple packs of Gatorade, and probably beg Ymir to get you some alcohol to smuggle away, and you’re not carrying all that around by yourself.

“Is there, like, no one here?” Jean asks, stepping through the second set of doors. “I swear it feels like it’s closed.”

“Relax, there are other cars outside.” Ymir rides her cart past him like a scooter, pumping her foot for a few paces before jumping on the bottom rail and gliding down the center aisle.

“What do we need to get?” Historia asks, scrambling after her.

“I’m heading for food and drinks,” you announce, pointing your cart toward the grocery section. Marco and Jean drift that way along with you.

“I need another pair of flip flops,” says Hitch. She and Reiner start to head the other way, where you’re sure she’ll find much more than just a pair of flip flops.

“I’m out of shampoo,” says Historia.

“And I want one of those things that you can make a grilled cheese with over the campfire. Everyone get what you want and then meet back at the pharmacy. And…go!” Ymir takes a running start, then rides her shopping cart out of sight as you head for the groceries.

You lose Jean somewhere around the Pop Tarts.

“Where did he go? Wasn’t he just behind us?” Marco asks, pushing the cart beside you in the beverage aisle.

“Either he wandered off or he’s looking for us just as fast as we’re looking for him.” You stop to heave a twelve pack of purple Gatorade on the bottom rack of the cart, making the whole thing rattle. You try to hide how heavy you’re breathing as you reach up toward the top shelf for another multi-pack.

“Want me to get those for you?” Marco asks.

“Sure, grab a pack of blue ones, please.”

Marco loads them under the cart for you, then takes the handle with a smirk. “Woah, this is super bottom-heavy now. Gonna need to counterbalance with something.”

You raise an eyebrow. “Counterbalance?”

Marco chuckles. “Just get in the cart. You know you want to.”

“Ride in the cart? What am I, five?” You scoff, fully pretending that you don’t want to take him up on the offer.

“If we’re going to find Jean before Ymir destroys the pharmacy out of boredom, we gotta pick up the pace.”

You poke him in the chest. “Sir, you are being especially wild tonight.”

“Must be the fluorescents.”

Marco holds the cart steady while you flop inside the main basket. It’s a tight squeeze, but when you dangle your feet out of the front, it’s almost comfortable. Once you’re situated, Marco pushes you down a few more aisles while you point out the snacks you want, and he piles them on top of you. 

Armed with fruit snacks, cheese crackers, and a bottle of pre-made margaritas to make Ymir buy for you, Marco zips down the dessert aisle and grabs three boxes of Little Debbies. ”Guilty pleasure” he says with a bashful shrug. “I swear I’m not going to eat them all in one sitting.”

“I didn’t assume so, but hey, no judgment here.” You shrug, motioning at the mountain of snacks in your lap. You’re not terribly concerned with eating clean and healthy every day this summer, especially not when you’re sweating buckets and trudging up and down the hill all day anyway.

Marco laughs. “Maybe when I was sixteen and super active. But now I think that would end me.”

“Oh?” You can’t help it—you’re insanely curious. “Were you a jock in high school?”

Marco rubs the back of his neck. “I’m not sure I’d say that, but I played hockey for a long time.”

While you’d spent many afternoons daydreaming about him in football pads or tight baseball pants, something about the thought of Marco in a hockey uniform just makes sense. “Oh wow, hockey’s a big deal where you’re from, isn’t it?”

“Yeah, in Minnesota, it’s super popular. A lot of kids start playing pretty young.”

“Do you still play? I’ll admit, I don’t really know anything about hockey but I think it looks pretty cool.”

“I play on the university’s club team during the school year. We travel and play against other schools, but we’re a step below the official team. It’s fun, but none of us are going pro, you know?” Marco’s cheeks turn a strawberry pink, his eyes falling to the shelves of cereal boxes beside him. “Maybe you can come to a game sometime.”

“I absolutely will. I want to see you body check someone.” You’re giddy just thinking about it.

That makes Marco laugh. “Maybe if you’re lucky.”

You round the corner of the next aisle and finally find Jean with a tub of pretzels under one arm and a case of Red Bull under the other. He notices you laughing and riding in the cart, and he gives you a look.

“Um. Where am I supposed to put these?”

“Here, fine, but you have to help me get out.”

“Don’t crush my zebra cakes!” Marco pleads.

Jean puts down his snacks and pulls you up out of the basket while Marco holds onto the cart, making sure you don’t get dumped out on the floor. Once Jean’s stuff takes your place, the three of you head for the pharmacy.

You find Ymir in personal care, waiting with the cart while Historia picks out hair products. Their basket is full of sheet masks, candy, a fleece blanket, and four of those sandwich irons Ymir wanted. When you pull up next to her, she invites herself to poke around in your cart.

“Are you feeding an army?”

“No, just stocking up.” Shooing her hands away, you slide the booze into her cart. “A gift from you to me.”

“Wow, ok. How presumptuous.” She fakes a scoff, but you know she doesn’t mind or care.

“Oh. I thought you wanted me to get that for you,” Marco says. “I guess it doesn’t matter who buys it but—”

You don’t really intend to cut him off, but you’re surprised. “I didn’t think you were 21.”

“I wasn’t… until last week.”

“Marco!” You can’t stop yourself. It just comes out.

“What?”

“Was it your birthday last week?”

Marco looks nervous. Almost frightened.

“Yeah.”

You push the cart out of the way to get closer. “Your twenty-first birthday?”

“Yeah?”

“And you didn’t tell us?” You’re yelling. You’re in the middle of a practically deserted Wal-Mart Superstore at 11 o’clock at night, and you’re yelling.

“Oh my god, yes,” Marco laughs, incredulous. “I didn’t want anybody to make a big deal about it. Now please calm down before you get carded and we all get in trouble.” He’s right, you’re causing a scene, and it makes your own cheeks burn. You don’t intend to forget about this, though.

“Well shit,” Ymir quips. She reaches for the margarita bottle and shoves it into Marco’s hands. “Then you can buy the lady her liquor.”

“Yes ma’am.” Marco puts the bottle back in your cart.

Ymir pretends to gag. “Do not call me that.”

“Hey, kids!” Hitch sails by into the next aisle, waving, Reiner hurriedly following her with their nearly full cart. You all follow, rounding the corner before you realize you’re congregating in front of the contraception. It shouldn’t be a big deal—you’re adults, after all—but it’s not easy to be totally mature looking at a wall of condoms, especially with this group.

Hitch picks out a box of ultra thins, remarking, “For me,” as if you all really needed to know. Then she reaches for a box of magnums. Just as soon as you start to raise an eyebrow, she declares, “And for Bertie.”

“He wanted you to buy him condoms?” Reiner asks, sounding genuinely dumbfounded. Meanwhile, Marco looks pointedly at the tampons on the opposite side of the aisle, and Jean snickers like a complete dork.

“No,” Hitch smirks. “But he told me Annie is visiting next week. Gotta make sure he’s prepared.”

Ymir scoffs. “Fucking gross that they package those in gold like your jumbo dong is some sort of prize.” Then she reaches up to one of the higher shelves, asking nonchalantly, “Hey, baby, do you want warming lube this time? I think we’re almost out.”

It’s the kind of deeply intimate detail she normally has no problem sharing, but almost as soon as she says it, she freezes.

Reiner loudly clears his throat. “Who are you talking to?”

Nobody moves.

“Um.” Ymir rocks on her heels. Her eyes jump from person to person, searching. “Uh, Jean—”

Jean snorts. “Not even—”

“Ew. You’re right, that’s disgusting.”

“She was talking to me, Reiner,” Historia explains calmly. “Ymir is my girlfriend.”

Reiner barks out a laugh, but it fades quickly. He seems to realize she’s not joking just as Hitch and Jean fall apart, giggling. You have half a mind to abandon all your snacks and go hide in the van, you’re so secondhand embarrassed. You should never have gone along with this. 

Ymir crosses her arms proudly and leans against Historia’s side, though you’re not really sure if Ymir is winning or losing her own game anymore.

Hitch, pulling herself together, pats Reiner on the back. “Let’s go check out so we can get out of here.”

Fixing his own face, Reiner stammers, “Yeah. We should… yeah.” Almost tenderly, Hitch puts a hand on the front of their shopping cart, steering Reiner toward the registers as he follows behind.

Historia’s hands drop to her hips, and she gives Ymir a look. “Are you happy now?”

Ymir shrugs. “Pretty much.” Huffing, Historia takes off with their cart.

“Meet you at the front, baby girl,” Ymir calls.

Marco, his face beet red, reaches for your cart, but Ymir blocks one of the front wheels with her foot.

“Hold on, birthday boy.” She grabs a basic box of condoms and pushes it into Marco’s hands. His fingers don’t close around it—he drops it on the floor like it’s on fire.

Ymir snatches the box and shoves it back at him. “You’re gonna need these, trust me,” she snorts, and that familiar, overwhelming urge to smother her washes over you.

Marco, cheeks burning, flaps his lips a few times, but no words come out. Slowly, like he’s thinking hard, he puts the box back on the shelf.

You look away, your stomach dropping. You get that he’s embarrassed—Ymir is crossing a lot of lines—and it’s not like you didn’t pack a box of condoms in your suitcase, so you’ll have some if you need them. But now, you just want to get out of here because if you let yourself think about it for one more second, it’ll hit you all at once that Marco is just a really nice person who was never actually flirting with you and doesn’t like you back. 

You allow yourself one last glance over your shoulder to see if Marco is coming with your cart before you go lay in the road and wait for traffic.

Your breath catches when you see him drop a black and gold box, identical to the one Hitch picked out for Bert, into the cart.

Screaming in your head, you power walk past the checkout. Marco will have to pay for everything because there’s alcohol in the cart, so you wait by the exit like an idiot while trying to act casual, but really, how can you? You’ve only thought about Marco’s dick print a few hundred times, and those condoms practically confirm that he’s really and truly packing. And you want it. You want him so bad—

“Ready?” You blink and Marco is there, everything bagged up and ready to go.

Ymir walks by behind him, silently mouthing, “Jumbo,” and you don’t know whether to thank her or kill her where she stands. You hope neither registers on your face.

In the parking lot, you help Marco load the bags into the van. Now you’re the immature one, wondering which bag the condoms are in, whether they’re touching your Gatorades. You hope to god he bagged them with his damn zebra cakes so you don’t have to negotiate some kind of awkward, presumptuous handoff. He’s definitely smart enough for that. Of course he is.

When you buckle in for the ride home, it’s quiet in the van. Only Hitch talks over her shoulder to Historia about the big game of flashlight tag that Moblit and Hange have organized for tomorrow night. Ymir yawns heavily, and you���re pretty sure Jean already nodded off with his head against the window.

Reiner is silent in the passenger’s seat—if he’s not back to himself by tomorrow, you’re rounding everyone up to apologize. It was mean, what Ymir did to him, and you’re all pretty complicit. But sometimes Reiner bounces back from his moods miraculously, and sometimes he doesn’t. You’ll just have to wait and see what you’re dealing with in the morning.

The John Denver tape plays softly from the speakers. Beside you, Marco hums along, his long legs crammed in behind Ymir’s seat. Just as the silence is about to cross from uncomfortable to unbearable, Marco slowly but deliberately reaches out, lightly covering your hand from where it rests on your knee.

You curl into his side, and he starts to sing a little louder, just enough so that you can hear.

“Welcome to my evening, the closing of the day. I could try a million times, never find a better way.”

Before the drive earlier, you’d never heard this song. Now, upwards of six repeats in, you know at least some of the words—enough to mumble along a little with him. The chorus is familiar by now, an easy refrain of la la las that everyone who’s still awake can jump into.

Even if it’s a little awkward, at least you’re all either singing or snoring.

It wasn’t long ago that Marco told you that he felt safe with you. With your head on his shoulder and your hand wrapped in his, you’re sure you feel the same about him.

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Before your first alarm goes off the next morning, you wake to the hushed sounds of Historia chasing Ymir out of bed. You can’t make out any clear words, just whispering and grumbling, but after a minute or two, the bed creaks. You roll over and crack an eye open just in time to see Ymir pull on her shoes and slip out the door.

You try to snooze a few more minutes before your alarm goes off, but it’s fruitless. Everyone is starting to rustle themselves awake, so you figure you might as well just get up and shower. Quietly, you gather your things and head out.

You pass the lodge on the way to the showers, where you spot Ymir on the upper balcony, sharing a porch swing with Reiner. They rock slowly, overlooking the hill that leads down to the lake. Good. As stubborn as Ymir is, you’re almost positive she’s up there apologizing. You hope he’s not taking everything too hard. Sometimes his feelings can be too big for him.

You leave them be and take a slightly longer shower than usual, your mind drifting back to Marco and the way he held your hand. You make sure to really take your time conditioning your hair and scrubbing down with your scented body wash. It’s silly, but you feel like you’re right on the precipice of something with him, and you want to look as nice as possible for it. As if it’ll last in this humidity. 

It’s a quiet morning when you return to the cabin to get dressed. Mikasa is already gone to do the wake-up calls (with Eren, because he can’t be trusted to get up on his own, let alone rouse everyone else). You expect a subdued breakfast. Maybe everyone who was at the store last night does.

Marco meets you at the front of the mess hall holding two styrofoam coffee cups. You’re getting used to the sight, but as you sit down next to him at the table, you see Jean already has his first cup. Marco hands his second cup to you.

“Oh, thank you. Does it–”

“Two sugars,” he says, and your heart squeezes. You try not to take it as a marriage proposal.

Glancing around, you don’t see the one person you were worried about. “Does anyone know where–” you’re about to ask, but you’re interrupted by a shockingly loud voice at the other end of the room.

You’re used to Erwin’s startling morning announcements. What you’re not ready for is Reiner standing at the fireplace next to him, smiling with all his teeth, shouting, “Good morning!” to the campers instead.

The campers look up, and Reiner doesn’t even have to give instructions. He simply points to the left side of the room, takes a big breath, and starts singing the first part of Down by the Bay, off-key but with heaps of enthusiasm. Erwin, pointing to his side of the room, comes in quickly with the echo, and the campers erupt. They’ve been working on the song in Nifa’s music lessons since the first week of camp, and they’re thrilled to sing it as a giant group.

You lean your chair back on two legs to ask Ymir, “What did you say to him?”

She simply shrugs over the bowl of cereal she’s already poured herself. “Don’t look at me. You know what he’s like at the asscrack of dawn. I didn’t say anything.”

“Liar,” you tease. She sticks her tongue out at you.

For all intents and purposes, Reiner does seem fine. But you saw the look on his face the night before. You can’t help but worry he’s just putting on a mask. 

You could send in a professional to get all the details from Reiner. Unfortunately, Hitch is posted up next to Erwin with a thermos of coffee, so she’s not going anywhere for the foreseeable.

Instead, you scurry up to Reiner yourself after breakfast and steer him out into the parking lot. “Hey. Are you ok?”

Reiner chuckles and scratches the back of his head. “What do you mean? I’m great.”

When you give him a look, he sighs. “All right, listen. Yeah, I was kind of messed up last night. But I thought about it, and I talked to Ymir this morning. The whole thing was partially my fault anyway.”

“Huh?”

“Deep down, I always knew the two of them had something going on. I didn’t know they were actually dating, but I ignored the obvious signs on purpose. I think I was just trying to distract myself from…” 

He kicks the dirt, eyes cast down. “You know what you said about those snaps Galliard was sending me?”

 “I remember.” You’re careful to answer evenly, as excited as you are about where you think this is leading. You don’t want to freak him out.

“Well, I sent some back. And it turned into a whole thing. Because I think I like it.” Reiner hesitates between every sentence. “But instead of thinking about how that made me feel, I wanted to flirt with someone else. A girl. Because I don’t have to think as much about that.”

You give his shoulder a squeeze. “You didn’t do anything wrong. But you know, if you want to flirt with boys too, you can.”

Reiner clears his throat. “Is that… ok?” He asks so earnestly, it almost breaks your heart. He’s not asking if it bothers you; he’s asking for reassurance. For someone to give him permission.

“Yes. And if you need someone to talk to, you can talk to me. Or Ymir. Or Jean, or anyone. Nobody is going to be mad at you. I’m pretty sure Porco would be thrilled, actually.”

Before you can take another breath, Reiner wraps you in a bear hug. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome,” you wheeze. “But you’re kind of crushing me.”

Reiner lets go, laughing. You both know you need to get moving to your next activity block. Reiner skips a few paces ahead, turning backwards to face you. “Gotta go. I have a wiffle ball game to win.”

“Go get ‘em!” Yeah. He’s going to be ok.

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When the late June sun sets over the hill, you meet Hange and Moblit at the back door of the lodge. After making sure all the campers have a working flashlight (thanks to Hange’s messenger bag full of spare batteries), Moblit lays out the rules, and they’re all off into the dark to chase each other around.

It’s your job to hang around the perimeter of camp and make sure none of the campers go out-of-bounds into the woods or by the lake. With your own flashlight pointed down at the ground, you walk the path just past the tree line. When you hear a rustle in the leaves, you flick your light up, ready to point some little feet back toward the lodge.

Instead, you find a certain tall, broad, and dorky counselor stumbling out of the trees, the leg of his jeans caught in a prickly bush.

“Please help,” Marco chuckles.

While he points his flashlight at his ankle, you crouch down and shake his pant leg free.

“Thank you.” You can just make out his outline in the dark, shaded by the trees, but you can hear in his voice how hard he’s smiling.

“Any time.” You realize how close you’re standing, how much electricity hangs between you as you laugh awkwardly. You’ve never felt this alone with him before. You want something. Anything.

You lean a little closer, and he lingers, not pulling away. A hot wave of breathlessness washes over you, and you rise onto your toes, one hand ghosting over the back of his neck.

“Marco,” you whisper.

His flashlight hits the ground. Both of his big hands rest on the small of your back, and he pulls you in, capturing your bottom lip with his mouth, urgent but soft. You can’t help yourself. You throw both arms over his shoulders and squeeze, pressing your body against his, so close you can feel the pounding in his chest.

He gasps before deepening the kiss, letting your tongue slip past his lips. There’s nothing to say as you hold on a little too desperately, wrapped up in each other in the dark.

When you finally break apart, Marco is trembling. “I really, really like you.”

“I really, really hoped so.” You press one more light kiss against the hint of his collarbone that peeks out over the collar of his t-shirt.

Peals of laughter and flashlight beams from a few meters away startle you, and you hop back as a few campers chase after each other on the other side of the trees.

Marco retrieves his flashlight, and you wish you could see how hard he’s blushing. Instead, you give his hand a little tug. He laces his fingers between yours and gives a reassuring squeeze. “Come on,” you tease. “We should pay attention.” You have the rest of the summer to figure this out. Right now, you have a job to do.

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