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oh-meretseger · 30 days

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part 4 - Tease

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

summary: the sexual frustration between you gets to its peak when your first kiss happens (🥹), starting a game of brutal teasing on both sides

notes: 18+! although not so much of a smut (some public touching and groping, making out hehe), mainly fluff, some cute moments before posting some disgustingly dirty smut in the next chapter lmao

word count: 4,6k

"Sasha, stop calling me pookie bear or I'm going ballistic" Jean calmly blinked in her direction after setting the empty box of pad thai down. Sasha was already on her third portion, mercilessly stuffing her face full like she's been starving for a week.

"But you're my pookie bear, what do you mean?" Sasha's jaw stopped chewing, stunned for a moment by hearing such astonishing nonsense, as she stared back at Jean. She notoriously got addicted to every single silly nickname she made up for her friends, and used it uncontrollably until she discovered a new one.

Jean let out an exhausted sigh, but still leaned back on his bed with a chuckle as he shook his head.

"And what about me?" Connie complained loudly from the other bed with a mouth full of noodles. None of the three were giving any more fucks about the movie playing on Connie's notebook in the background.

"You're my pookie pie"

"Yeah, I like pie" Connie shrugged, giving his blessing as Sasha nodded diligently.

"I know"

"Yeah, but I'm not a bear, so how does that work?" Jean huffed, holding back a smile at how Sasha's expression instantly turned outraged, just like he guessed.

"You are!" Sasha snapped at him and Jean laughed out loud. "You're a big ass hairy animal, but still cute and huggable"

"Ah right, thanks" Jean's ironic tone did not faze her in the slightest.

"I'm deeply sorry bro, but I wouldn't say you're cute, at all" Connie's eyes were back on the movie, although his attention was fully on the brilliant, highly knowledgeable conversation in the background.

"Y/N thinks you are" Sasha shrugged carelessly while ruthlessly devouring her last bites of dinner, and Jean's heart started pounding in his chest all of a sudden.

He cleared his throat to avoid choking on his own saliva, and tried to reply just as casually as Sasha spit out this small little information.

"What do you mean?" Jean couldn't believe how flustered he became by simply hearing your name. He didn't like it. The hell is his heart beating so fast for?

"She has the biggest crush on you, don't tell me you didn't notice" Sasha giggled to herself at Jean's honest, dumb expression. She found you two idiots adorable, pretending you didn't absolutely have the hots for each other.

"The hell are you on? They're at each other's throats all the fucking time" Connie turned his head at hearing such nonsensical gibberish.

"I truly feel sorry for you men sometimes" Sasha blinked at two of the most imbecile faces she's ever seen. "Are you really that slow?! Why in tarnation do you think I left you two alone?"

Jean felt heat spread through his body as images of you popped up in his memory, your warm body against his, teeth sunk into his skin...

"They fucked?!" Connie yelled out in shock and Jean couldn't help cracking up at how serious he sounded.

"Not YET" Sasha looked at Connie with a nod of true wisdom as Jean huffed in disapproval. Although deep inside, a feeling of excitement started to make him tingle.

"Shut your silly mouth, Sasha" Jean snapped at her, holding back a smile trying to climb up on his face all the way from his heart. "You've been acting a fool since you started latching onto that canteen guy"

"My brother in Christ, you're in denial" Sasha gave up. She already knew you were bound to be together anyway. "And I've always been silly, Niccolo just brings out the best in me"

"I love that guy, he makes the best risottos" Connie agreed in his own way, still pretending to watch the movie.

"He cooks me his secret special meals" she added, her eyes literally sparkling with pure bliss as she said those words, and Jean rolled his eyes. "I'm bringing him to your party, Consuelo"

"That's literally not my name" Connie stated, not even moving his eyes from the screen in front of him.

"Okay, Conrad"

"I'm texting Marco to come" Jean grabbed his phone, verbalizing his actions as both Sasha and Connie turned their head in excitement.

"Yesss, I miss Marco!"

You were rather anxious about this party. Connie's parents lived close to the campus, and the group of people Connie invited over to their house sounded fun when Sasha listed them all to you in detail. But still, there was something unnerving about a night of careless fun, coming out of your little shell and letting yourself go in front of such new people, in front of Jean.

"C'mon, we're gonna have an amazing time!" Sasha encouraged you after seeing a small anxious frown form on your face.

"I know, it's always an amazing time with you guys" you smiled, your heart pounding hard at the thought of seeing Jean at the party. "But what should I wear?"

"POOKIE, let me help you with that" Sasha jumped up from your bed and shot straight to your closet, as you watched her with an entertained grin.

You walked down the hallway on the way to your afternoon class, Friday leaving a freeing bliss in your chest as you listened to your playlist. The always busy corridor was now almost empty, everyone having left the stress of weekdays behind to finally enjoy their free time. Anxiety turned into a small glimpse of excitement in your stomach the past few days, and you couldn't wait for it to be tomorrow night.

Your headphones suddenly flying off of your head jerked you out of being in your own thoughts, and before you could even react, a strong hand grabbed your wrist, pulling you into a narrow passageway with an overwhelming force.

Your body crashed into a much larger frame, and a familiar sense of warmth flowed through you as Jean's smell hit your nose before you could even get a look at your kidnapper.

"Hey! Give it back!" your hand shot towards his immediately, but of course with one movement of his arm your headphones were instantly removed far from your reach, as he held it up above his head. A grin grew on his face as he looked down at you, his other hand still squeezing your wrist, and once again, you felt your cheeks get warm under his intense stare. That stupid cocky grin of his...

"D'you think I should?" Jean's voice was smooth and low, enough to make your mind go hazy. You couldn't believe how fast it all could get too much. His intoxicating scent, the warmth of his body as he towered over you, his fingers' touch on your skin, his voice and beautiful hazel eyes melting you into a puddle...

You felt weak.

"Can you stop doing that? My arm is getting all bruised up from you pulling on it" you sneered up at him, not even trying to get further away as your bodies pressed into each other. Jean's eyes slipped down to your plump lips as you mockingly smirked. "And kidnapping me"

"Kidnapping you? You could definitely not move your little hands around like that, if I were to kidnap you" Jean's raised hand inched lower and lower to slowly put your headphones around your neck as your eyes desperately pierced into his. You felt yourself melt into him, his look deliberately making you go soft and mindless, as his delicious-looking lips were so dangerously close to you...

As Jean's other hand became free, it slid down on the sleeve of your hoodie to grab your other wrist. The hard grip of his hands restraining yours was enough to make you soaking wet.

And that strangely made your confidence bounce right back.

"Why are you stalking me anyway?" you stared into his eyes with a self-assured smile slightly curving your lips.

Jean felt blood rush right to his crotch at the devilish sparkle in your eyes, almost visibly turning dark as you looked up at him. What a naughty girl.

Although weakness was palpable in the air between both of you. You both knew you would fold the moment your hips pressed into each other just a tad bit more.

Jean's hands gripping your wrists moved them behind your back with a swift motion.

"Don't think so highly of yourself, Miss Important" he smiled and you felt yourself blushing again as his arms pulled your body more into his, cuffing your hands behind you. Being controlled by Jean's big arms felt... Heavenly. "You want me to stalk you, don't you?"

"Unlike yourself, I'm not a pervert, dumbass" you let the magic word slip from between your lips, and warmth filled your chest as Jean cracked up. You felt like you could stay in his embrace forever, looking at his handsome face and beautiful smile endlessly... If your pussy didn't ache from the tension of being restrained by his tall frame. "You're lucky you have such pretty eyes, otherwise I would be kneeling on your back right now"

Your obvious joke of physically overcoming him flew right over his head as your words of praise reached his ears - and a slight tint of pink immediately dusted his cheeks. From ear to ear.

You couldn't believe your eyes.

"Jean" your smile grew into the widest grin as the rarest species on planet Earth, flustered Jean hesitated momentarily, looking into your eyes. "Are you-"

You stopped your own words. Instantly wanting to tease him was like a natural instinct, but in a matter of moments, your urge to deepen that adorable blush on his face became overwhelming. You wanted him to know how much your lips desired his at that very moment. You wanted to make him feel good, you wanted to feel good.

Jean felt your body rise onto tiptoes under his arms as your heels parted from the ground and in a second, your face reached his, your lips connecting in a soft kiss.

You immediately melted at feeling each other's lips, sensitive nerves making your hungry minds explode with pleasure. Jean felt all tension leave your body, and let go of one of your wrists to catch you from collapsing. You literally felt your knees give out. Jean's arm felt so strong as it snaked around your waist, you barely audibly whimpered into the kiss - and Jean felt himself grow hard at the sweet sound.

"Mmph y- your lips feel so good" you mumbled against his soft lips and Jean was seeing stars. He never imagined your honeylike voice to be able to make him crumble even more in real life, than on the phone the other day. Your body so hot against his, the touch of your lips so plump and sweet on his, your scent making him feel like he was drunk out of his mind.

Jean let out a quiet moan as your tongue danced along his lower lip, then slipped into his mouth eagerly. Immediately after you granted access, his tongue answered, sliding against yours, and you felt warmth flooding your pussy at the wet sounds you two were making. Jean's one hand gripping your wrist, the other one slowly sliding on the side of your waist, finding its way under your hoodie, making contact with the sensitive skin close to your breast...

It all felt so filthy, you were turned on beyond belief.

“Do you have any idea what you do to me?” Jean grunted quietly after your lips parted, looking into your big, pleading eyes, but you already missed their warmth, so you softly pressed your lips back to his.

“What?” you whispered against him, your eyelids low from the heavenly feeling, and you felt Jean’s lips curve into a smile.

“You make me want to rip this off of you, right here, right now” Jean pulled on the sleeve of your hoodie, then with that same motion he grabbed your hand, removing it from its comfortable place on the side of his neck. You quietly whimpered as you felt one of his large hands gripping both of your wrists behind your back, his now free hand starting to slowly roam over your clothes. “You seem like the type of bad girl that likes the danger of getting caught”

“And you seem like the type to talk big, but do nothing” you knew exactly how bratty you sounded trying to tease Jean, but you also knew he had complete control over you. Your words were snarky, but your eyes blinked up at him with desperation, cheeks flushed with arousal.

Jean let out a chuckle.

“Yeah, you’re right” he smiled, but a sinful light flashed in his hazel eyes. Oh, you’re in for it. His free hand skimmed down to the brim of your hoodie, lifting it to expose the jeans tight on your butt. You unintentionally let out a sigh as his fingers gripped into the fabric and he started groping your ass without any shame. “I wouldn’t have the balls to touch you like that”

You felt wetness soaking through your panties at his firm touch, his breath hot on your ear as he looked at his own hand’s movements over your shoulder.

“I wouldn’t dare to pull these down” the groping stopped as a long finger creeped under the waist of your jeans, sending chills up your spine as he lightly dragged his fingertip along your skin. “What would we do if someone caught you with pants around your knees, moaning like a whore?”

“Jean” you quietly whined his name, losing your mind as his palm slid up your waist, over that stupid hoodie preventing his skin from touching yours.

“Getting desperate, are we?” he spoke softly, his hand stopping right at the underwire of your bra. Jean’s fingers moved carefully around the curve of your clothed tits, earning another whimper from you as you felt your pussy clench around nothing. “How outrageous would it be to grope your naked tits…”

You wanted him to grab them, feel the soft tissue with his hand, but Jean’s thumb just gently brushed over your nipple getting hard under the multiple layers of clothes.

“Or to take them into my mouth… Suck on them” Jean felt like all the blood in his body rushed to his groin as he pressed his thumb into the plush of your breast. Feeling you against himself, watching your eyes close in pleasure and your pretty swollen lips form an O made it extremely painful to hold his composure. Your flushed cheeks made him want to press you against the wall and do exactly what he just described. “A coward like me wouldn’t wanna get caught licking you, fingers buried in your wet little hole”

Jean felt his hard cock twitch in his pants as you pressed your hips even harder into him, desperate to feel his growing erection. His hand slid onto your delicate neck, fingers gently pushing into the sides.

“Holy-“ you mumbled, your head falling back as Jean leaned closer, his scruff scratching the sensitive skin as he earned access to your neck. His lips grazed over your skin, sending tingles down your body, and he deeply inhaled your sweet scent...

Then everything got cruelly ripped away from you in a matter of seconds.

“See ya tomorrow, smartass” you heard Jean’s voice and your eyes shot open, only to be met with his self-assured, cocky grin. He let go of your wrists and your neck, hands sliding into the pockets of his denim jacket while he stepped back, depriving you of the blissful heat of his body.

Jean felt so satisfied, so pleased with himself. You stood there for a moment, left utterly confused, your big eyes still eager, blinking towards him, swollen lips parted as if you wanted to say something, but the feeling of surprise made you catch your breath. You were so adorable, he had to hold back a chuckle.

He liked how confident sexual tension seemed to make you, but he just couldn’t help himself teasing you, making you go weak under his control.

“Je-“ a fragile little sound tried to break through the shock gripping your throat, but Jean’s reply cut you off as he turned his back to you, simply walking away.

“Tomorrow!”

You just stood there, astounded, your heart still racing, warmth filling your cheeks and panties damp from your wetness. Jean’s grip still burned the skin on your wrists and neck like a phantom. Your mind was so confused, you couldn’t even be mad at the man arrongantly strolling away from you like this was the most entertaining walk of his life.

And you completely forgot about the afternoon class you were originally headed to.

Frustration quickly turned into confidence as you stood in front of the mirror in your dorm after your little ice cream date with Sasha, getting ready for the party. It was a rare occasion, so you let your hair down, to Sasha’s biggest delight.

"You look sooo good, dear lord!" she exclaimed with an enthusiastic smile, encouraging you to do a little spin and she howled like a wolf.

"C'mon, it's not that special" you laughed at her excessive reaction. "But you do look breathtaking in that dress, emerald suits you"

"You think so?" Sasha looked down at herself, hands soothing the thin fabric. It was quite short, sleeves off the shoulders, showing off her delicate, pale skin. She truly looked beautiful.

"Niccolo's gonna pee his pants seeing you" you nodded and Sasha cracked up.

"He better pee his pants" she slipped her arms into her bolero. "And Jean better jizz his pants, to be honest"

"Sasha!" you chuckled as you shook your head, trying to shake off the thought of Jean orgasming, in any way, before your blushing could give any awkward feelings away. Sasha jumped to you and leaned over to pull your dress in all the right places to make it look even better. It was black and tight, its length ending right above your knees, but a longer slit letting one of your thighs be seen.

"What? You're a goddess, you better start believing that" Sasha threw her oversized leather jacket on your shoulders. "C'mon, grab your phone, let's go"

Connie's parents must be delighted to let a bunch of kids trash their house, you thought, as Sasha closed the door of your Uber and caught up to you waiting on the pavement. It seemed like a nice and quiet neighborhood, now muffled thuds breaking the silence of the street as you heard the bass of the music coming from inside.

"Bruh, Cornelius told me he invited twenty people at max" Sasha noted as you walked past a few unfamiliar faces sitting on the stairs of the front porch, drinking and cackling loudly. She swung the front door open like she owned the place, and the brutal noise hit you in your chest.

"Who the hell is Cornelius?" you asked with an amused laugh, but Sasha couldn't hear you anymore, the sound of loud music, people shouting, laughing and just generally being intoxicated deafening both of you. Sasha grabbed your hand, pulling you through the crowd.

Bumping into a bunch of strangers in a dimly lit room and loud noise overwhelming your senses was not how you imagined Connie's "friendly get together" to go.

"There he is" Sasha let go of your hand as you reached the kitchen, the lights brighter and the noise slightly less disturbing than in the crowded living room. You leaned against the doorframe where Sasha left you as you watched Sasha punch Connie's arm without a word being spoken between them.

"AARGH, are you out of your mind?" Connie jumped back from the open fridge in shock, his hand shooting towards the painful shoulder.

"You told me it was gonna be a small party! How are we supposed to order pizza for so many people?" Sasha yelled at him, absolutely infuriated about the food situation.

Non-existant food situation, may we add.

"Why should we order pizza for everyone?! I don't even know them, who cares?" Connie yelled back at her, grabbing a bottle of beer from the fridge. "Did you come over to ask brainless questions, or will you let me have a fucking break?"

"Hi Y/n!" you suddenly heard your name from behind and your head snapped towards the familiar voice. You were met with Berthold's smile and his usual peaceful expression, not even minding Sasha and Connie killing each other in the background.

"Hi Bert" you smiled back, happy to see him. You rarely got to talk to him at the one single class you had together. "How are you?"

"Uh, good thanks, barely holding on inside this hell of a house" he replied and you chuckled, perfectly understanding his struggle with crowded, loud places.

"You're telling me! I feel like exploding and we just arrived" you shook your head. "Where's Annie?"

"We're sitting outside on the patio, you should join us. It's a lot more quiet out there" he suggested as a large hand slapped on his shoulder. You looked up at the tall man appearing next to Bert, broad shoulders towering over you, fingers running through his blonde hair, bright eyes and a charming smile glistening towards you. "This is my friend, Reiner, by the way. I don't think you've met"

"Nice to meet you, Reiner" you nodded with a friendly smile and he accepted your hand reaching towards him, shaking it gently.

"The pleasure's mine, Y/n" Reiner softly returned your smile, and you started to feel flustered at the intense eye contact. "How come I've never seen you around campus?"

"She's pretty lame, looks like a grey little mouse most of the time" an unmistakable voice appeared next to you, and you turned to Jean sticking out your tongue in an instant. Bert rolled his eyes with a laugh and went over to the fridge, probably getting the drinks he originally came there for.

"Who asked the blockhead?" you snapped back as Jean stopped close to you, one arm pressing to yours, grinning down at you.

Your heart secretly started racing just by seeing him.

"Dunno man, looks like a gorgeous mouse to me" Reiner said winking at you, then turned and went to join Bert pondering in front of the open fridge. Warmth spread on your face as you watched Reiner grab a beer, and you deliberately avoided looking at Jean. "You want one, Jeanbo?"

"Nah, I'm good, thanks" Jean replied casually, but clenched his teeth as he looked down at your face, blushed from his compliment. The hell are you blushing for? Is this buff jock what you're into? Reiner, really?

Jean's jaw relaxed at the thought of how you'd probably clown him for being jealous. Jealous, good lord... It was like you sensed his eyes stuck on you, you raised your face to look at him with those big, sparkling eyes.

How could he not be jealous?

"Big man's not wrong" Jean said softly, so only you could hear, his eyes glancing over your outfit, then back to your face, and you felt your cheeks burn under his look. "You look beautiful"

Your heart fluttered at his words and you couldn't help the smile instantly widening on your face. You turned your whole body towards Jean and felt your stomach flip at how his hazel eyes glistened right back at you with a warm smile.

"You look pretty handsome yourself" you grinned, moving to hold both of his hands. Jean's heart fluttered to the same rhythm yours did as the sight of your pretty smile and the touch of your fingers combined started to make him melt. "This shirt looks so good on you"

Your fingers ran along the collar of his dark button-up shirt, the fabric soft, comfy and smelling of his delicious scent.

"Don't try to make me blush, you little rat" he grunted with a low voice, making you laugh out loud, and he lifted his hands to grab both sides of your face, long fingers reaching into your hair at the nape of your neck. Tingles ran down your spine as your arms moved automatically to hug his waist as he stood so close to you. "Where are your glasses, smartass?"

"I'm wearing contacts" you blinked up at him as he stroked a few strands of your hair to tug them behind your ears.

Your stomach doing a backflip once again.

"I like the glasses" he brushed his thumb over your cheek, then looked back to your eyes, making your body burn with the familiar sense of warmth. "But you look pretty regardless"

You swallowed your reply as Jean's eyes shot to your lips. So plump and invitingly glistening with gloss. He wanted to kiss you so much.

"I like the earrings, too" Jean swiftly shifted his eyes to the little silver figures dangling from your ears. He thought they wonderfully emphasized your delicate little neck.

"Thanks, they're ladybugs" you grinned and Jean chuckled.

"Are they your little magical ladybugs? I knew you were a witch" he watched with a smirk as you bursted into laughing. He also noticed the shimmery eyeshadow on your eyelids, and how the makeup and your jewellery complimented your look so well. Although he knew exactly how gorgeous you were without them.

"You're very attentive tonight, Jeanbo" you sneered at him and Jean rolled his eyes at your smug smile. He hated that nickname.

"He's my teammate, your ass is not allowed to use that name"

"Will I be allowed if I start beating you with a stick as well?" your smile widened at making Jean crack up.

"The hell do you think we do while playing hockey?" he laughed, one of his hands moving to grab your chin. "It's not just beating each other with sticks, believe it or not"

"Sure" you borderline didn't even know what you were talking about. Not even having a sip of alcohol yet, you smiled up at Jean drunkenly, intoxicated by how good he felt to all of your senses at that moment.

Sasha's loud sounds of excitement snapped you both out of your own little world.

"WHAT, they're filled with cherry cream?!" she covered her mouth with a hand, in a state of complete shock as Niccolo held out a tray of cupcakes in front of her.

Niccolo nodded with an enthusiastic smile in your direction, and you waved at him with an amused chuckle as Jean let go of you and walked over to them. You've already met Niccolo countless times, but you could never get enough of their emotion-filled interactions with Sasha - strong emotions about food, mostly.

"Hey!" Connie yelped as Sasha slapped his hand trying to steal from the dessert. "This is my house, give me a cupcake!"

"It's your father's house, Constance" Sasha stated seriously, and you bursted out laughing as Connie's low-lidded stare met your eyes. He was so tired of the names.

"Are you pulling these names out of your ass?"

"I'm pulling the cupcake out of your ass, if you dare to steal any of- HEY!" Sasha practically jumped on Connie's back as he rapidly grabbed one of them from the tray, trying to get away and stuff it into his mouth before Sasha could stop him.

A few people, unfamiliar with this otherwise very usual situation, quickly left the kitchen before they found themselves in the middle of a physical altercation, and you and Jean were in absolute hysterics.

"Eat it then, you fucking piece of pie!" Sasha shouted at Connie, still riding on his back, smearing the cherry cupcake around his face with her palm.

"Uh- Yo-" Connie's desperate attempts of yells were muffled as Niccolo tried to pull Sasha from him with no success. "Y'suff- You'll suffocate me!"

"Ah, feels like I never left town" a voice laughed loudly next to you, and you raised your teary eyes to look at the stranger. The tall, brunette man stepped straight to Jean, throwing an arm around his shoulders as he snatched his head in his direction.

"MARCO!"

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arlerts-angel · 1 month

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Hey Mack congrats on you 800 this was such a cute idea. I would love spin the bottle with the AOT guys.

thank you!!! 🥰

𝐘𝐎𝐔 take the empty glass bottle from sasha, place it gently on the floor and spin, watching the neck point and pass each of your peers until it eventually stops on . . .

𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐍𝐈𝐄 !

"c'mere! i just had a second helping of some fish that niccolo cooked." then he puckers his lips and makes obnoxious kissing noises.

"you idiot!" you laugh and nudge him playfully, then quickly give him a peck on the lips.

you'll never tell him, but you held your breath during that kiss. on the off chance he wasn't kidding about the fish.

#☁️ — mack's slumber party event #🫂 — moots #attack on titan fluff #aot fluff #connie springer fluff

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kanekisbabymomma · 2 months

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armin comforts you after a tough week. hey, everyone! i'm maybe back to writing, who knows? i'm still trying to recover after a pretty rough time, so i figured that i'd write a comfort fic in case you all happened to be needing some comfort too. divider by kiyaedits about the fic: fluff, slightly angsty? reader is upset at first. armin is the readers partner. college au.

the sounds of your sniffles could be heard from the outside of your dorm room, so when your boyfriend was coming to drop off some food he had picked up, he was immediately alarmed by the sounds of your sadness.

he knocked on the door, gently saying your name. 'y/n?' he says, opening it and walking inside.

he steps inside- the smell of lavender incense filling his nose before he finds you on your couch, your head in your hands.

"oh, dear." he says, sitting down next to you. you look up at him, tears stained down your face, as you give him a sad look.

"what happened, love?" he says, kissing your forehead. you go to open your mouth, before stopping. "i just thought college was supposed to be fun." you say. "i thought i was gonna have a social life- thought i was gonna make friends that'd last me forever."

"you do! you have me, and mikasa, right?" he says, concerned as you continue to cry.

"yeah, but all the new people i met? they all just ended up leaving me."

he knew that you had troubles with socializing- hell, that's how you two met. he was one of the only people who showed you true love when everyone else played with your heart.

he stands up, grabbing a washcloth from your room. he runs it under warm water, and walks over to you, wiping away your mascara stains.

"we can talk about it all night, okay?" he says.

he hugs you, before sitting down next to you. "now, tell me all about it."

#attack on titan #armin arlert #armin fluff #armin arlert fluff #attack on titan fluff #aot fluff

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kodi-time · 3 months

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JUST A LIL SNEAK PEEK Y’ALL

#aot #aot fluff #attack on titan #attack on titan fluff #aot headcanons #kodi-time

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flwrbo · 4 months

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red dress (jean k. x reader)

(summary : you’re his muse) fluff blurb ! 576 words

written w @gojonator !!! my wife & bestie

"Hold still," Jean says, his tongue poking out between his lips as he looks between you and his canvas.

"I'm trying," You reply, adjusting your posture. "But my butt is starting to hurt from sitting on this stool for so long."

Jean looks up from his painting with a smirk. "Well, when I'm done, I can kiss it better."

"Jean!" You squeal. "If I wasn't modeling for you right now, I'd throw something at your head."

He chuckles. "Okay, okay. I'm not trying to take forever, but I wanna get everything perfect. You're the best muse." He says dipping his brush into some red paint. "Just a little longer, baby and that's it."

"I feel like I'm in the Titanic," You joke, rolling your back out a little.

"Hopefully my career doesn't tank like that did," Jean snorts, repositioning his hand on the brush.

"Jean! Don't say that, you'll jinx it." His girlfriend chastises him, returning to your position. "And it won't. You heard what those stuffy business guys were saying at your exhibit. They want you."

"Well, they're gonna want you after they see this painting." He scoffs out a laugh, painting where the neckline of your dress swoops into a V.

"I'll sweeten up a deal for you, Jean Kirstein."

"I don't know if that's romantic or offensive."

You shrug on the seat you sit on. "Depends on how much you end up banking,"

"Shut up, you're distracting me," He laughs, shaking his hair out of his eyes before returning to his work.

Some time passes in silence, allowing you to take this time to admire how good your boyfriend looks. Opting out of a shirt, he wears a painter's smock with black jeans on under it. His eyes are intense as he takes in your figure, committing it to detail on the canvas.

"Say, am I getting a percentage from this commission?"

"I can think of a few ways to pay you back," He snorts, looking up at you.

"If it doesn't involve a check, then I don't wanna hear it," His girlfriend jokes.

Jean ignores your comment and asks you to turn slightly, trying to make sure every angle is depicted accurately.

"What are you gonna call this piece anyway? Is it gonna be like the Mona Lisa? Just my name? Imagine someone saying my name is their favorite piece of artwork." You daydream.

"Don't slouch," Jean says, studying your features before going back to painting. "And I already think that about you every day."

You sit up straight like you were asked, and your actions are accompanied by a slight blush at her boyfriend's compliment.

"And... Done!" The brunette man sighs out, finalizing the last brush stroke. "Come look."

You waste no time getting out of your seat and rush to Jean's side. "Oh my god, it's beautiful, Jean." You admire the piece. It looked exactly like you, and every strand of hair and lace detail in the dress was perfectly on display.

"Not as beautiful as the real thing." He stares up at you.

“You sap,” You mumble, leaning in for a kiss. He exhales, slotting his lips against yours as he rolls his shoulders. “Jean,” You pull away, resting your hands against his jaw. “You are so talented. Truly.” He stares deeply into your eyes, a smile tugging at his lips. “‘M so proud of you. I love you.”

He kisses you. “I love you,” Again. “I love you.”

#<3.jean #jean kirstein x reader #attack on titan x reader #jean kirstein fluff #attack on titan fluff #<3.rielle

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tonks-21 · 5 months

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"Just for you to know..." | Erwin x reader | Modern AU College AU | Corvey's chest ire67

Resume: locked up in the library with your ex-history professor.

Word count: +2000 words

Reader: !gn reader

Tw: +18

“Oh, could you fuck yourself, please?” you swore that math problem couldn’t be solved that way. Even if you copied it from the blackboard yourself. This new teacher you have had was shit.

Near you, some meters back in the shelves of the library, was a blond-haired, blue-eyed tall man. Even if you couldn’t see him, your History professor, Erwin Smith, was glaring intently at you. As he did so many times, without you noticing, of course. He would kill himself if you did. He knew it was inappropriate, he knew it, and even so, you were the light of his eyes, the only star he could ask for. Even more than that. You were like that kind of poem you would reread infinitely without caring about anything else.

At Shiganshina College School, as in all the others, the professor-student relationship was seen as a taboo. Sure, students were commonly over age, but they were still young and it was seen as something perverted. At some point, even he saw it that way, but the adoration his heart had for you was painful like anything else.

You were strong yourself, you were independent, confident, disciplined, fairfull, fearless… And your face, oh god, your smile drove him crazy. When you smiled, he felt his stomach flip. And when you laugh it was like a chill ocean mesmerized him.

But that all changed some weeks ago. You arranged a professor switch. He didn’t know why. Nor what he did wrong. Why would you want to do that? You were a top student in every sense of the name at his class. So why? That bothersome thought have had been in his mind since then. He couldn’t keep you out of his head.

This institution, as some of the most antique liberal ones, let the students set their preferences in terms of the professors they wanted to be teached by. But he was confused, why would you do that?… It was an endless cycle of revising all his past interactions with you, everything you made, everything you said… But he ended up with the same question with which he started. Why? Why had to be you from all his students? He just couldn’t explain it to himself.

He left the book he initially came for, leaving the place.

Hours later, you were about to exit that library which’s air was already weighing you down. You packed up your things, putting the pens and the highlighters in your suitcase, as well as itself and your books and notes in the bag. Maybe you had to think about a change of bag, it was already worn out and somewhat torn to the side.

To only step before the two huge doors that seemed unopened.

“Shit, what?” You murmured, still making failed attempts to open it. “Oh, fine, marvellous” giving the wooden form of it a light punch you took some steps behind.

Before you could took your phone, you saw a figure form in your left. When you turned around, you couldn’t believe what your eyes were seeing. Erwin, your old history professor, there, the one that you tried to avoid the most that you even switched classes.

“Hey” he only said.

“Hey”

“It seems we are kind of stuck here, uh?” the Smith murmured with that low tone you loved.

Yeah, you were enchanted by your History professor. And that’s why you decided doing so for the best. Your califications weren’t suffering, but you were. It was such an impossible thing to just ignore all the stomach empty sensation, the breathless sentiment, the way your eyes sinked everytime he was in your vision camp… It was just so uncomfortable.

You knew it was bad, but your heart surely didn’t care and that was dangerous. That relationship would be an aberration, in a sense, and you were sure he couldn¡t feel the same. I mean, he was him, Erwin Smith, he, from all the people, couldn’t like you for the simple reason you probably woruldn’t click. He was a man with a tidy life, a steady job and something he was determined to do until the end of his days. He was, what people call now, already "settled down". You obviously didn’t. I mean, you, a messy-A student, a young woman with a lot of things bumping on her head everyday, not even with the job you want, less with the life you want to make to yourself, how could you settle this uncertain destiny to someone that settled? You didn’t reach anymore than that question. You didn’t want to either.

“Yeah”you signed.

But you were now here, with the man of your dreams in front of you. And you didn’t even know how to deal with this situation.

You took your phone, and, even if the 45% of battery hit your eye reflection, you said, with an hopeful tone “Uh, fuck, I don’t have battery. Could you call the secretariat?”

He took a breath, like thinking for a moment and, without even taking his phone, he replied with a laugh “Um… I don’t have battery either!”

You signed, knowing that if you tell it was a lie and you actually had for some calls, he would think you are a strange person. So you stayed there, on your feet, not knowing what to say.

“I guess the only thing is left for us is just.. wait until we can get out of here” the blond murmured, like wanting to not let die the conversation.

“I guess” you afirmed, moving a bit your shoulders, uncomfortable because of the weight of your backpack.

“Uh, let me help you with that”he said, even if you were already putting it down, Erwin did it for you.

“Thanks” you said.

Kind.

As always.

So why? Why did you left?

Thought him, brushing his fingers, looking for a distraction..

“If this is gonna be that long, as you said, I’d just sit here and wait” you said, sitting on the very floor. With a mumble, he did the same.

After sometime looking into nothingness, he got a bit more comfortable, pushing his strong back to the shelves full on books, making himself comfortable. Not only because every second seemed longer, pushing him to talk or do something to let you know the chaos you created in him.

You saw him from the side of your eye, play a bit with his hands before talking aganfinally.

“Can I ask you a question?

“Sure, I guess”

“I guess?”

“I mean, if we are going to stay here like, all night, better talk. If you don’t want to read a book instead”

You were out of words and, at the same time, talking, and that was dangerous.

“No, I’m good with just talking…”he said, for the way his voice sounded, you knew he was smiling. You could easily recreate that cute expression printed on his face.Every detail, every feature, every millimeter of it… “So… If you don’t mind me asking.. why did you switch classes? I know you are with Jaeger, with Grisha”you noticed despise in his tone when he pronounced that name.

The question hit you like a rock, you knew it was coming, but you don’t know how to answer, and you never knew how to improvise. You really were a nerd in that terms.

“Um…” you started, not knowing how to follow “It’s just… This semester just started so hectic, you know, and I just thought a practice subject could help me taking less time than a theory one”

Yeah, it was a bad excuse, but you thanked anything that was jumping between your last neurones working after that “practice easy subject” of yours for been able to make it up.

“Oh, I see”

“Yeah”

Some seconds passed, he was no longer playing with his fingers, his eyes were observing you intently something. At first, you thought it was a book from the shelve that was before you two, but then realized it was the nothingless itself.

“Yn” he called you by your name. He never have had called you by your name. “You are an A student, you may not be the best at studying or like your subjects the most, but you always push it through. And you always, with no steption, go for the best and the maximum you can. God, sometimes I eve question again how you could deal with your own subjects, one extra project, one dabete, one journalist report.. and I don’t know what more that semester last year… You are disciplined and capable enough, and I know it.. I know it really well. So, now I want the truth

Erwin’s words left you astonished. Yeah, you were greeted al the time, but it was like nothing of that mattered if your favorite professor told you this. It felt so special you were going to cry.

You tried to calm down and looked at the front, breathed some times. Then looked at him. He was no longer your professor, and you were young and irresponsible. Just as you thought that many times earlier that two long months it took you to make that decision.

And you prepared to fait, to his refuse answer. You felt stupid. Trying something you knew how would it come. Well, it was as stupid as the math problems you were doing just some minutes before.

“I like you, Professor Smith”

His astonished face turning that fast to look at you surprised you less than you thought, his neck uncomfortable because of the position.

“that’s a fact. A fact that you don’t need, and, obviously, what I’m saying, won’t take care. But a fact in the end. So, for the food of the two of us, I decided for the good. It was better just don’t see you, seeing in that way a form of forget you”

That got out of your mouth dry as a dessert, not even looking at him anymore, your eyes connected with the wooden floor. You noticed there were more marks on it that in theother corridors. Logic, it was the entrance to the place. That place you were looked up with your professor. Ex-professor. A place, in which you’ll have to be in with him knowing this. At least, it couldn’t go worst.

“What… what made you feel this way?” out of the blue, you heard him ask you a question you didn’t have predicted at all.

You laughed at the irony of the situation “I don’t know, it could have been your kind actions towards the others.. or your protective caracter, or your voice, that low tone that.. fuck, it drives me crazy; or even your blond perfect hair just perfect, laying gracely on top of your head; your stupidly tall height” you heard him laugh, and your smile turned into another laugh, filling the less tensed up ambience “Or those stupid blue eyes you have… Probably a combination of all that with a bead of… you. I don’t know, it’s undescriptable. Nearly an unsolvable anagram” you said, looking at the now so interesting books in that shelve just infront of you two.

“You know, you too are an unsolvable anagram”he murmured, making his voice sound even lower. You turned to meet his eyes already looking so focused in yours.

“What are you saying?”

“Yn, deluded, have you eyes in your face? What were them all this time?”

“What?”all that shit that he wassaying was the real unsolvable thing here “What are you saying?”

“I thought you already saw me everytime I loose my eyes on you. While you are concentrated, that serious but humorous expression of yours… your face when you laugh,, talk, do nearly whatever” he lightly laughed, and it was the cutest thing your eys were graced with “fuck, i’m nearly obseseed with you, and you didn’t noticed? I was worried for nothing…”he looked away while saying this.

“So… live me a second… you just said you thought I switched classes because I thought you were a creep?” you turned seating again, while looking at him surprised.

He buried his head in his hand, frustrated, breathing heavily “yeah”

“Oh, shit!” now the one laughing lightly was you “Fuck, so…”

“Yeah” you two laughed.

He also turned completely to you, making less space between you two.

“What a pair of idiots” he said.

“Yeah. So smart called and all, but..:”

“Kinda” he smiled widely.

“So…” at that point your bodies were that near you could breath his own.

You tried to say so, but he just smiled, again, nodding “yeah”.

Even if your glance was nervous and changing before, now, your eyes were trapped into his. And you knew it at that moment. You didn’t need words.

You took air before doing what you’ve been doing in your dreams in that last lonely nights.

When your nose touched his, you two felt that explosive electriveness even in your gut. Nuzzling it in his face, your mouth wanted to reach already his leaps, but he asked first.

“Could I kiss you?” that was adorable from him, and you could just nod lightly, already exploring the last space between you and him.

The touch of his lips was just like heaven, soft and tender, not even rough. It was a slow kiss, as you could hear every romantic song you knew playing up in your head.

But something was wrong in that head of yours, you parted the kiss.

“We shouldn’t be doing this.. It’s…”you couldn’t say it, it was too painful as your stupid heart was still downing you into that heaven-like kiss.

“Inapropiate, yeah, I know. I obviously know, Yn. That’s why I didn’t tell you. And I wouldn’t if you didn’t… God” he layed against the shelves, at it looked that good that you had to look away “I knew it was a bad idea, I knew it! And what did I do? Follow it up!God, i’m the most irresponsible teacher ever” it was shown he was feeling so bad about it.

And who could not? You were like that form the start, god, you were like that since you had fallen for him. But Erwin? All the pressure was on him. The older, the professor. The professor kissed his student. It never came the other way around. It was clear abuse of power and you couldn't do nothing about it, even if you wanted. It was just like that. No exceptions.

But you loved him. So you talkedyour voice out loud.

“Hey, hey” you called, taking in between your hands his sloping shoulders “It’s not your fault. You wouldn’t have done anything if I didn’t say that to you. It’s not your fault… Not at all”

The way he looked at you with that thanking puppy eyes made your heart melt. In a mere second, you thought of a life together with him. A nice apartment, maybe a dog, a huge warm bed, a boring routine that wasn’t boring at all as you two made it work… That thought caused you fear. Fear of never can change that if it started. You got back in your movements, getting your arms far from his figure.

He noticed in a second and changed the expression to one of worry “Sorry, i’m doing it again! Fuck…”

When you two separated a bit, you already felt longing for the warmth of his body next to yours. You sign, out of yourself, asking him “I need to know… If we weren’t professor and student… would you…?”

He took a moment “Have you seen yourself? You are perfect, obviously I would”

That made you smile “I’m not as perfect as you think”

“No, I know that. But I love the way you try everyday to be perfect while not been so. That’s the most act of power a human could do. And that’s what made me fall for you”hee confessed, looking without any hesitation at you.

You didn’t need more, you thought, to let the destiny decide for you two. But for now, you wanted to decide yourself.

Getting closer to Erwin, you surrounded his neck with your arms, letting them rest on his shoulders, feeling protected there, not caring about anything else, not even about the situation with your professor you were in. It was just you and him. No titles. No rules unless the ones you two set up with your bodies. And the possessive kiss that involved you both.

That made you feel so much more than you thought a simple lips contact could make you feel. Pressure in your lungs, tensing muscles everywhere, search for more with your own mouth, just eating his out.

He seemed to feel the same fast blood running his veins, as his glance at you while resting both heads together was one of full tiredness of waiting for that moment and the plenitude of knowing that he could sleep well this night, that tomorrow you will be by his side.

“Just for you to know” he said then.

“These stupid blue eyes are yours. Now, and forever”

Even if he could loose his job, even if your stinky life would be known in your name, that didn’t matter. It only mattered the incompressible way you two felt for each other that could break any of that taboos shit.

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oinkoink321 · 5 months

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guys I’m literally in shock cuz my brain can’t accept the fact that AOT is done like hello 😭😭

#attack on titan #attack on titan fluff #aot #levi aot #armin arlert #mikasa ackerman #levi ackerman #annie leonhart #eren yeager #eren jaeger #jean kirstein #connie springer #pieck finger #reiner braun #gabi braun #falco grice #shingeki no kyojin

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piichuu · 6 months

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♡ DODGING HIS KISSES

FEATURING: levi ackerman, reiner braun, jean kirschtein, erwin smith, eren yeager

WARNINGS: fluff because it’s needed, gn!reader

LEVI ACKERMAN

waking up beside you is levi ackerman’s favorite part of the day, especially if he’s gotten more hours of sleep than he usually does. it is mostly thanks to the amount of hours you’ve spent talking to him at night about anything and everything that causes his sleep schedule to better, so when he the day after gets to see your face, he can’t help but light up in a smile.

others might see him as this stone cold man with no feelings, but his heart is beating loud and clear in his chest, pumping blood for him to function. the many comrades he’s lost is the reason to his difficulties sleeping, the pictures of their dead bodies in his mind are constantly on replay and some nights, a few tears might fall from his eyes.

but now he gets to look at you after sleeping for more than seven hours, a record he’s broken after years of insomnia. his fingers trace over your cheeks while the corners of your lips curl up into a light smile.

your eyes are now halfway open while looking at him. his face is only a few millimeters away from yours, but his dark eyes immediately hinder you from hitting the man who is staring at you and probably has for a good while now. “good morning, levi,” you whisper as his lips inches closer to yours, but as he goes in for it, they’re instead met by nothing as you’ve started moving around to rest your head on his chest.

levi looks down at you with a raised brow, how come you suddenly didn’t want to kiss him? but instead of thinking about it any further, he once again leans in to kiss your lips, and this time you respond. it brings relief to his heart when your lips dance with his for a couple of seconds before he pulls away. “i hope you didn’t mean to dodge my kiss the first time,” he mutters, receiving a pair of wide eyes from you. “guess you didn’t even notice,” he chuckles.

REINER BRAUN

the night is cold as you and reiner are cuddled up in bed. his arms are tightly wrapped around your waist while your face is buried in the crook of his neck, but that is still not enough to bring the two of you warmth. the heater has been broken since weeks back, so reiner has been your personal heater for a good while now.

“should i grab more blankets? i think we have a few more in the living room,” he mumbles while one of his hands stroke your hair. his breath is hot against your cheek as you shake your head, moving away from his neck to look at him. “no, we’ll just get more cold if you leave, please stay,” you whisper, pulling him as close as you possibly can, almost to the point as to where you are melting into one another.

reiner chuckles lightly and leans down to press a kiss to your lips, but you lean back, away from him. “my lips are chapped,” you speak and even if reiner’s heart almost stopped beating in his chest at the sight of you rejecting his kiss, he now only shakes his head, letting out a quiet laugh.

“you know i’ve never cared about your lips being chapped, baby. mine are too when it’s this cold, but if you don’t want to kiss me, that’s okay,” he smiles gently. he’s too nice for his own good, but that is also what caused you to fall in love with him in the first place, so you reflect his smile and give his lips a quick kiss. “of course i want to kiss you, just don’t want to give you a bad experience.”

he rubs your cheek with the pad of his thumb and leans his forehead against yours. “you could never give me a bad experience. come on, move a little closer, i’m getting cold again.”

JEAN KIRSCHTEIN

after a long day away at work, all jean wants to do is putting his arms around your waist while holding you close to his chest. so when he sees you sleeping on the couch, the corners of his lips turn into a slight smile, seeing you all curled up in a blanket on the couch.

a pout does however spread over his lips when he thinks about it a little more clearly. you have most likely been up, waiting for his arrival until you were so exhausted that your eyes couldn’t stay open any longer. “have told you so many times not to wait for me, baby,” he mumbles as his feet lead him into the living room and towards the couch.

he doesn’t bother carrying you to bed, the couch is big enough for the two of you. so jean lies down behind you, wrapping his arms around your middle so he can do just what he’s been looking forward to all day, hugging you. fortunately for him, you don’t awake, only snoring slightly louder as you’re in his embrace.

“i’ve missed you so much today, took the day off so we can hang out all day tomorrow,” jean whispers as he rubs your hip. “we can go back to the bed tomorrow to cuddle some more there, but let’s just stay here for now. i just wanna hold you close for a while.”

he leans in to press a kiss to your cheek, but you turn slightly in your sleep as if you were avoiding his lips, but jean just lets out a chuckle, knowing you’re asleep and not aware of your surroundings. “i’ll kiss you tomorrow instead, look forward to it.”

ERWIN SMITH

erwin has a habit of always drinking a glass of whiskey while focusing on paper work. he does however never lock his door, even if he’s aware of the fact that you might come inside just to try and get him to spend some lost time with you.

as you now enter his small office, he finally looks up from his desk and flashes you a sweet smile. his cheeks have turned slightly pink from the few glasses of whiskey he’s been drinking, but it is still not enough to make him tipsy. “hello, my love. are you doing okay?” he allows you to sit down on the chair besides his that he’s put there just in case you want to check on what he’s doing.

you lean your head on his shoulder and sigh. “i had a tiring day at work, but i’m happy to be home,” you mutter as one of his arms wrap around your waist and just as he’s about to lean down to place a kiss to your lips, you’re quick to turn the other way. “you smell like whiskey,” erwin chuckles at that and ruffles your hair. “i don’t believe it’s that bad.”

he presses a kiss to your cheek instead before resting his head on yours, finally taking a break from paper work. “i’ll go brush my teeth so we can kiss for a little while, does that sound good?” you nod and kiss his cheek, giving him a soft smile as the two of you walk to the bathroom together for him to freshen up his breath.

EREN YEAGER

the two of you are in the bath together after a long day at work. both of your bodies are sore and heads exploded, so a warm bath was just what you both needed in the evening. his chest is warm against your back while your head is resting on his shoulder. eren also has an arm around your middle to pull you closer and make sure you won’t slip underneath the water due to your exhaustion.

“maybe we should go sleep after this,” eren mumbles as his lips brush against your temple. your eyes are already closed as you’re loosely holding onto his arm. “mhm,” is all you succeed to get out, sleep wanting to take over as soon as possible no matter how much you try to fight it.

he rubs your waist gently and is about to give your lips a kiss, but just as he does that, you move your head slightly so his lips instead meet your cheek. “hm?” he looks down at you with a raised brow, but that is until he notices your heavy breathing and how you grow limp in his hold.

“oh, you’re asleep,” eren nuzzles his face into the crook of your neck and sighs. “how am i gonna get you out of the bath now?” he mutters as his grip on you tightens. but eren does however decide to stay in the bath for a little while longer before he’ll have to wake you up. perhaps he’ll receive a kiss or two while carrying you back to bed.

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