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Reiner Braun x reader fic! 4.1k

Orriginaly posted on Ao3. Contains +18 themes No minors!

You've gone through your entire life without a soulmate. And when you finally find him, you discover that he is utterly infatuated with someone else. Will you end up with him? Or have to find yourself a little distraction of your own?

Oh, fuck, fuck you’re late. You've never been late before. Not to this particular class anyway, you’re not about to start now.

The campus whips past you almost imperceptibly, the scalding drink biting at your palms long forgotten. Its painful sensation drowned out by panic. It’s your first day of lecture and you’re fucking late. Frost nips at your heels as you practically hurl yourself down the flight of stairs before you. One-track mind taking over. You barely notice the man that’s coming right at you -rather you at him.

You only notice his presence when you’re thrown off your feet. Hurtling towards the steps behind you. Silently you brace yourself for impact, accepting defeat. Then you stop, descent slowed and redirected in the opposite direction. Strong arms loop around your waist, pulling you upright. Face first into a very broad chest. His warmth buzzing in your bones.

You feel it cave in a gentle "oof". Steady hands move to grip your shoulders.

"You alright?" The honeyed voice questions.

You pull back to look at him, having to crane a considerable amount to see him. Instantly being met with a pair of shimmering amber eyes. It’s really all you can see of him, a dark scarf obscuring the bottom half of his face, heavy beanie doing the same for the top, save for a couple stray locks of gold plastered against his forehead.

"Yeah I'm... I'm fine, thank you." You manage, heavy breaths clouding the otherwise clear air.

You can’t see his mouth but from the way his eyes crinkled you'd have to guess he’s smiling. "Good."

Then silence, the pair just stare at one another unsure of what to say next. Really what is there to say? You ran into him, he saved you. That should be it right? Of course, you're the first to look away, embarrassment flushing your skin. Though he can’t tell if the blush is because of him or the crisp air that is threatening to discolor his own complexion.

"Thank y-" you try again, only to be cut off by a warm chuckle.

"Please, you really don’t have to thank me. It’s honestly my fault as well. I’m just glad you're okay."

A warm smile tugs at your lips once more. Letting out a small "Well... I gotta go."

With an awkward pat and a hearty chuckle, he’s gone. Once more hastily trekking up the stairs. Gripping the paper cup in your hand a little more securely you start down the stairs once more, this time a little more cautious of the slick snow. Something feels off though, something that can’t help but cause your head to swivel around. Eyes chasing after the broad stranger. Then you catch it, at first just a weak glint but it grows stronger and solid. A small red string stretches toward the man. Tracking all the way back to your hand. A ghost of red illuminates your left ring finger.

"Well... that’s new." You mutter, stopping to examine the small knot tied into your skin.

As you get closer to the classroom- more importantly farther from him- the tugging in your heart grows taught. Certainly not something you wanna get used to.

♡

The word that always falls from everyone’s lips, the one that permeates the air and guides people’s fates together "soulmate". The concept of two hearts, two souls being bound together. Guided by an invisible string.

That concept has been lost to you for many years. You see, you were born without a soulmate. You’ve never known what that crimson string looks like, neither had you the ache in your chest... the longing to find the one you are meant to be with. Your true love forever a mystery. Which begs the question that permanently stormed through your mind " Do I even have one?"

Growing up you watched people find and fall in love with their soulmates. Some from the early age of grade school all the way into college. Observing others have what you never could seldom sat right with you. Now you sit in class, unable to get the thought out of your head as you pinch yourself. Each time the yarn never falters, only growing stronger by the minute. Who was that guy? You wonder if now he’s feeling the same as you. The longing for a stranger

♡

His breath falls in short bursts. Over and over till it’s able to reach a normal pace. He feels like his lungs have been chained down. Chest tighter than just a moment ago. Reiner all but throws his jacket. Not caring where it lands, he just needs to get it off. Collapsing into the cushions of a nearby couch he’s finally able to breathe.

Something is bothering him, an itch he just can’t scratch. Maybe it’s the way his clothes cling to sweat soaked skin, or it's the sudden pull he feels on his heart.

Something he has never felt before but heard others speak of. As if there was a rope around it, trying to yank it from his chest. To give it to who it truly belongs. That wouldn't make a lick of sense, though. Reiner has never had a soulmate before. One of the unfortunate ones. Despite others’ concerns he thinks himself in a sense, lucky. How can someone allow themselves to be tied down like that? Do exhilarating life experiences brought on by the experiences of others mean nothing?

Just as he starts to settle back into the cushions, his weight sucks him in. The peace doesn’t last long though. Much to his personal dismay.

"Damn Rei, what happened to you? You look like a before picture " a crass voice sounds, immediately getting on the bigger man’s nerves.

He can’t help the deep groan that rises in his throat. The way his jaw flexes and muscles tense. Reiners already having a shitty day and this fucker is literally only on this earth to make everything harder.

"Oh, fuck off Pock," he spits back without any real bite. "you’re the perfect example of how nature experiments with mistakes."

The smaller man sucks his teeth at the name. "I told you to stop calling me that. "

Reiner lifts the arm previously slung over his eyes, peering over at the steaming dirty headed blond. A beat of silence rolls through the two men, finally breaking when the smaller puffs out an airy chuckle. "Whatever."

And as Porco always does he gets all up in Reiners face. He can only pretend to be bitter with the guy for about 10 seconds before giving in. For all his bitching and moaning Reiner really does love Porco. They may have had a tough time getting along as children, but things have changed - kinda.

The dirty headed blond shoves at Reiner’s feet, scooting them so he can settle into the cushions with an involuntary sigh.

Reiner gruffs something suspiciously close to "old fucker." Effectively killing any tension with a self-assured smirk.

"What’s eating you?"

"Honestly man, I don’t even wanna start." The blond grumbles. Replacing the arm over his face once more. Nosing into the crook of his elbow.

Porco offers a small nudge. "There isn’t any trouble in paradise is there?"

"No, no nothing like that." He pauses, recollecting his thoughts. "It’s just some stupid scholarship stuff you know?"

A hum of understanding.

"I mean, you've seen how I’ve performed lately."

A snort, followed by an airy. "Yeah man this season is totally kicking your ass. "

Reiner goes on, pretending to ignore the obvious statement. "I’m only here on a football scholarship, so you know. If I don’t start doing better, I’m out."

That's not all that creeping around in his brain though. So, he continues, throwing his free arm up as if to drive home the point.

"And then on top of all of that I almost fucking knocked over some poor person just trying get to their class."

Pock lets out a little giggle, earning him a slightly too harsh blow to the thigh.

"Dude it’s so not funny I felt so fucking bad" he can’t help but chuckle a little. An image of your flustered face flashing through his brain.

Why is he thinking that? He has a-

"I’m sure they're fine." Pock massages his thigh, wincing at the sore spot already blooming. As per usual, he starts to spout the same bullshit Reiner has had to listen to countless times.

Reiner easily tunes him out. He feels a little bad about it but right now something else is taking over his mind. Something- someone- he really shouldn’t be thinking of.

He knew who you were -knows of you at least- you are semi popular around campus, particularly well regarded for your cheerful attitude and kindness. Reiner of course mainly knows of you from his friends, never met you before today. Practically feels like he already knows you do well from how much they all yap about you. It’s sweet really.

That reminds him, he’s been meaning to meet the "gang" as you like to say. Reiner really hasn’t had any reason too though. Well, besides the fiery blond that he holds rather fondly that insists he does.

Reiner remains lost in thought for who knows how long. Tumbling into the chasm of his mind. One he hasn't found a way to fully escape from.

Peeling back his arm he chances a glance. peeking over at the man still babbling on. Then settles for the fact that if he’s to get rest he will need to move somewhere else. Halfway through pushing himself back up he freezes. Eyes targeted towards his ring finger, bewilderment dancing behind them. The digit is knotted with a thin red string, almost translucent. His eyes flutter open and shut a few times, each consecutive set revealing an ever-darkening thread. Reiner waves his hand a little, hoping to shake the illusion.

"What?" Pock peeks around, catching the blonds gaze.

"What? Oh, nothing." He glances back once more, blond hair swaying as his head shakes. As if to clear the illusion from memory. "Sorry, m' just tired"

He sells the point with a very convincing yawn, eyes screwed tight, tears pricking his waterline and all. The brunette gets the hint rather quickly. Rising from the sofa with an "alright, well just take care of yourself man." Leaving a small depression in the cushions Before disappearing around a corner.

Once in the safety of his own dorm, Reiner becomes transfixed with the crimson thread. Unable to tear his eyes from it, like it will disappear, or all become a lost dream. He’s never seen one, just settled for not believing in all the soulmate bullshit- well not so bullshit now. He can’t help but wonder who’s on the other side? He has not the slightest idea, just a simple hope.

More importantly Reiner is a taken man. Has been for the past 3 years, to a beautiful little blond named Historia. Whom he regards as "the woman of his dreams" but clearly this stupid ache in his chest says otherwise.

Trying to clear his ever-battling thoughts, Reiner makes his way to the sink. Shock settling into his skin with each splash of icy water. Eyes screwed shut as droplets race down his chin. Dabbing his face dry he stares in his reflection. Taking the deep purple below his eyelids. A stark contrast against his pale skin. His ears prickle at a telltale chirp, pulling his eyes to a small blue screen illuminating in tune. A single notification flashing across it:

Tori

I’m ready to be picked up <3

♡

"Who do you think it is?"

"I have no idea." You chuckle incredulously. Hands waving around to emphasize the point.

The small inky haired woman before you seems more excited about your so-called soulmate revelation than you are. Even going as far as to call up your group and summon them for a "Squad meeting."

Now you sit, fingers picking at the rug on your dorm room floor, surrounded by four others staring starry-eyed and curious.

"How can you not know?" A blond boy asks, crowding into your space.

"I just don’t, I can't think of anyone who cou-"

Despite the frustration in your voice, it still hits you. Freezing your muscles in place. you take a moment to wrack your brain, trying to remember the man from the steps. "Who on campus is tall and blond?"

"Hmm Smith is pretty tall; he’s really fucking obnoxious though." Ymir pipes up, arm wrapped around a smaller blond woman tugging her close just to tease: "You would know all about that wouldn’t you Historia." She laughs, relishing the smaller woman’s pouty lips.

You try to picture Erwin Smith; you've seen him around campus with his goon squad. Chasing after any cheerleader or frat girl he can get his hands on. "No, definitely not him, his eyes aren’t right. Too wide and too blue"

"Plus, have you seen those eyebrows?" Ymir pipes up once more, pulling a laugh from the crowd.

"Zacharias?"

"No, too shaggy "

"Thomas?"

"Captain Sideburns? No." The "o" drawls out slightly, solidifying your point.

" Professor Jaeger?"

"Eww no, gross."

You all cycle through a couple more names, never quite landing on the correct one. Some of them are downright ridiculous suggestions while you consider others. All followed with fits of giggles and a few lobs to some unlucky shoulders.

Your train of thought gets derailed by a soft knocking. The room keeps its energy continuing as you peel away from the floor meandering over to answer the door.

Swinging it open your heart practically stops. Glittering amber eyes fall on you, widening instantaneously. Fuck. The swell in your chest is anything but pleasant. The string between you growing taught, humming beneath the tension.

You break away at the same time, gaze landing on your connecting leash.

Reiner is quick to mask his surprise, settling for gazing over you, something far away in his eyes.

"Hey Mir, Rei's here, time to go." A small voice peeps from behind you.

A tap tap to your shoulder: "Excuse me." She squeaks,

slipping past you to fall right into Reiner. "Ready to go babe?"

He pulls his gaze from you, redirecting it to the small woman on his right. "Ready when you are." Forcing a smile he wraps a heavy hand around her shoulders, pulling her close

Clearing your throat, you find your footing. This means nothing, absolutely nothing. So does the way your whole-body sparks at his touch, electrifying with the way his palm curls over yours. You wonder if he can feel it too, that sensation...

"Reiner."

You offer your own name, swallowing nothing but air as your mouth runs dry. Then you’re holding his hand a little too long. But he doesn’t make any move to pull his away either. So, your next best thought is to yank your hand away, not aggressive but much too swift to be regarded as normal. As if his hand was a hot iron scalding your skin. Not entirely inaccurate.

The action is swiftly brushed off when a crude brunette barrels past you.

"Come on Braun! I have cats to feed." She all but shouts, marching through the hall at a pace not to be ignored. In just a moment she’s gone, already descending the staircase.

"Well, looks like we gotta get going." Historia giggles, pushing away from the blond to chase after Ymir.

Reiner stays there a moment too long, just staring. Drinking you in while he can.

"I-" the words are tumbling from his lips before he can stop them. "I... um, you seem to be doing better than our last meeting."

"Yeah, I’m doing my best to stay upright this time." You chuckle, the statement a half truth. Your head has been reeling this whole time. Suffocating in his proximity.

"Good " the smile he gives makes your stomach flip in a way you decide to hate.

He looks to say something more before being interrupted by a soft "Rei you coming."

He calls back in a honeyed tone "yep, be right their babe." With one last glance at you he departs.

As he walks away, he can’t stop himself from looking back, his eyes unconsciously gravitating towards you. To drink you in only to stay forever thirsty. He finds you unable to take your eyes off him as well. It’s your turn to awaken the butterflies flitting around in his stomach. Heart growing with a dull ache the further he gets from you. It only makes him want to turn right back around.

Once you can no longer see him your body slumps. You didn’t even notice how you had stood straighter in his presence. Breathed just a little quicker. With one more peek down the hall to make sure Reiner was really gone you close the door. Turning to face two pairs of prying eyes and gaping mouths.

"Reiner fucking Braun?" Mikasa croaks, fighting a smirk of sorts.

She definitely looks amused, much to Armin's dismay.

The blond boy just continues to gape, taking the time to consider your situation.

"Of course, this would happen to me." You breathe, sliding down the door, crumbling into a protective little ball. Arms around your knees, pulling them into your chest shielding you from the world. "I’m clearly not the universe's favorite!" The laugh you let out is one of utter disbelief. Like you're trying to convince yourself this is all a cruel joke. It must be.

♡

It’s been a week since your thread appeared, growing brighter and needier with every passing day. The tightness in your chest becoming hard to ignore. But you have to, it’s the best thing to do. Blinking away the image you drag your attention to the man standing in the forefront of the lecture hall, yapping about something you are supposed to be taking notes on. Before you sits an almost blank page, save for some chicken scratches. Head in your hand you look away once more, attention not being kept for long. Mind far away.

You're only pulled from your slump when you hear your name, the booming voice rolling it off his tongue once more, enunciating every syllable. "Care to answer the question?" He sneers, icy eyes locked on you. Light brows poised at slightly different heights.

Fuck what was the question? You so were not paying attention. Blinking at him you offer the most lost look you have. Hoping he will drop it and end this humiliation. The ever-growing weight of eyes falling upon you, threatening to crush your head into the desk.

"I don’t... don’t know sir." Your ears heating furiously as your mouth runs dry.

He clicks his tongue, pale eyes pulling from you with a shake. Blond curls moving to and fro across his forehead.

Then your stomach drops

"See me after class "

Well, that seals it, your fucked. Your head falls to the shiny wood, muffling the groan bubbling in your throat.

♡

You wait patiently for the others to file out of the hall, hoping someone will need to stay just a little longer. Give you time to prepare yourself for academic embarrassment.

Instead, he greets you with a warm smile, trailing around the front of his desk to perch on it. Gaze locking on yours.

"You haven’t been yourself lately, usually you're one of my most attentive students."

You stand still, shifting from one leg to the other. Dodging his gaze.

"Yeah, well I kinda got some stuff going on right now."

"Mmmm"

A disapproving hum, one that makes your skin crawl. "Your scholarship doesn’t care what you have going on in your life."

"I know, I'm sorry."

"Don’t apologize to me. There is no point in that. Just do better."

He pushes from the desk to circle back around it. Long fingers curling around an unruly stack of paper. With one tap they are all in place, being shoved into a faded leather messenger bag. Slinging the strap across his body he stands, eyes falling on you once more. "That's all, you can go now."

With a simple nod you're excused. Scurrying out of the room as casually as you can. His gaze tracking you the whole time.

♡

Fuck, this has not been easy, not even a little. Reiner cannot get you out of his head, no matter what he tries. He doesn’t understand why. He has a perfect girlfriend. He doesn’t need to be worrying about someone else right now just because some weird universe shit says so. Still, the pulsing in his chest hasn’t subsided since the moment he came into contact with you.

"Hey Rei, can you drive me to Mirs later? She wants to have a movie marathon or something." He’s pulled from his thoughts of you. Almost annoyed but then he remembers who he’s talking to too.

"Yeah, sure, whatever you want, babe." He doesn't even look up from the screen. He just keeps scrolling with his thumb. His attention only captured by the soft lips on his cheek. They pull him in, he cups the girl’s face and litters her lips with small pecks.

"Hey stop." She giggles, curling her hands around his.

Reiner smiles, pulling her in for a real kiss. Forgetting all about his phone. One large hand covering her hip as the others works at the buttons of her shirt. They fall back together, him posted above her.

♡

"Got everything you need for the night babe?"

The small girl hums, nodding a reasurement she climbs out of the convertible. "See you tomorrow?" She chuckles, laying a soft kiss on his cheek.

Reiner smiles back, waving goodbye as she walks away, right into the arms of Ymir, who’s hand falls to the small of her back. This gesture feels a little too close for comfort, but he just shakes off the feeling. Pulling out of the lot and driving back to campus.

Once home Reiner settles into his bed. Needing to find something to entertain him the rest of the night. With a sigh he pulls out his phone. Opening his apps folder and selecting Instagram. Taking the time to double tap posts here and there. Swiping through friends’ various stories and posts. Eventually it all melts together. Time slipping past him and sucking him into oblivion.

He doom scrolls for who knows how long. The sun outside long past set, just as he’s decided to shut his phone off for the night, he comes across a post that immediately catches his attention. It’s a recent one, showcasing a couple of photos of a group, framed in a very familiar setting to him. The images look to be taken in a local bar just off of campus.

He instantly recognizes the crude brunette whose lips are pressed to his girlfriend’s face. A smile spread across her lips in a laugh he hasn’t seen her make in person for quite some time. He swipes through the post, pausing on one particular slide. It’s a simple photo, bright eyes shimmering in the dim purple light. He becomes transfixed by your bright smile, making his heart palpitate through the screen. Why is he feeling this way? Heart all fluttery and body warm just at the sight of you. It's almost like he has a crush.

"Fuck it "

He clicks the post, finding your tagged account and opening your page. Thank God you have a public account. Without another thought he begins scrolling. Effectively stalking your page. Looking at picture after picture, post after post. Until he reaches the bottom of your page. He frowns a little wishing there was more. That thought disappears when the small voice in the back of his head scolds him.

As he’s clicking to exit your profile, he accidentally does the worst possible thing he could in this situation. The dreadful red heart taking up his screen before shrinking back into oblivion. Reiner has just liked a post from over 4 years ago.

"Oh fuck "

Quickly he tosses his phone away, it lands in the middle of his mattress. Heavy hands scrub down his face, stretching the skin on the way down. Pulling a note of distress from his throat. Why the fuck did he do that? Now you're gonna know he was stalking your page. He’s so done for.

Taking a moment, Reiner is able to calm down a little. Convincing himself, he is simply overreacting. Yes, the action is rather embarrassing but he’s not twelve for god’s sake. This isn't the end of his life.

Collecting himself he retrieves his phone, clicking it open and hitting "follow" he’s already dug himself a hole, might as well start the burying.

Why is he even pining over you? Is it because of this soulmate thing? Does he even have a choice? His rational thoughts don’t seem to be loud enough to drown out the way he dreams of you. Your cute smile and perfect figure plaguing him the rest of the night.

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chososlittlecrybaby · 1 year

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thinking about how You, ymir, connie, historia, ony, hange, mikasa, eren, and sasha would all be a hood ass friend group . you got the studs of the group, the fems, and the dealers. tempted to write a fic about this man.

Like, you, historia, and sasha the fems of the group so yk everyone else be protective of yall and shit . They got yall location 24/7, making sure you eat and got groceries in the house, making sure you got money and getting to work on time, paying for yall hair and nails and shit like that. OUUU YALL IM LEUSGAVZ

#aot smut #attack on titan #connie #ymir fritz #sasha braus #historia #onyankopon #eren jaeger #hange zoe #mikasa ackerman

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nova2kss · 1 year

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coming out with a series but who should be the man of interest?

#black writers #aot fandom #onyankopon smut #connie springer #black reader #cancel white bitches #eren x black reader #armin arlet headcanons #connie smut #eren jeager smut #ymir fritz #ymir aot #ymir freckles #ymir #ymir x historia #snk official art #yumihisu #historia reiss #renaissance world tour

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wettvagina · 10 months

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heyy yawl sooo i have tests next week so there's not gonna be anything posted for at least 2 weeks but bear with me cuz i'll be releasing smut day after day

alsooo how do ya'll feel about a ymir x reader post????

#aot x reader #jjk x reader #anime x reader #aot smut #jjk smut #ymir fritz #ymir aot #ymir smut #attack on titan #attack on titan x reader #attack on titan smut

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sadexact · 2 years

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•Rogue titan• Eren. Yeager.

Blurb, character backstory, story concept and etc⚜️

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Nobody in the history of Ymir’s subjects knew of the rogue titan. It wasn’t part of Ymir’s plan, nor was it known to exist, it was however heard and told as a myth. What was the myth? Who believed it?

The day of the fall..

Seeping through the shadows only known to have seen two bright, forbidding blue hues that looked like two torches. You could hear the blood- curdling screams, howling and crying for help from the people within the shadows. Blood everywhere, titans heads and limbs scattered, nobody knew what it was, nobody outside the shadows saw it, but…. Everyone heard it, the sound that came from it was terrifyingly loud roar/scream, like it came from the forbidden. It then disappeared never to be seen again, Eldians and Marleyians were left with no evidence but a visual in their imagination. The myth carried on generations as bed-time stories, a scare, and scientific research. Many believed it was a tell-tale, but didn’t realise it was real. Rogue titan lurked within paradis without know-one realising. It was said that the day it appeared, for those who had saw it never made it out alive.

How it started

Nobody knew that king Fritz and Ymir had a son, Caspian Turner. Biologically was only Ymir's, as she had an affair with fisherman, Bill Turner. Caspian, alongside his sisters, he consumed the remains of their mother, which Caspian then inherited the thunder titan. Ymir did not use the only son as a chest piece under Her curse, and unknowingly went on to live his life while eventually meeting a woman named Lady Maude cohen (who has royal blood) and had triplets Arthur, Edith, and Persephone. Arthur inherited the claw titan (wolverine type shit), Edith, the force titan (Susan storm powers), and Persephone gas titan.

As Caspian came to his last days of his life it was decided that his daughter Persephone were to take over the thunder titan, which eventually happened. Persephone blossomed a plan on taking on her siblings titans and eventually eating them to gain their power. Persephone learned after inheriting her fathers titan was… Ymir’s curse and the capability of the thunder titan. The thunder titan can eradicate the whole world… years and years go by as Persephone’s titan gets passed down by generations under influence of the plan to take over Arthur and Edith’s titans, until…

Persephone’s 4x great grandson Castor, got a hold of Arthur’s 5x great daughters Eloise’s claw titan. Which was what changed the family forever. Edith’s descendants went into Hiding out of fear of the new named rogue titan. Edith’s descendants hasn’t been traced and seen since.

(The holder who was seen in the myth was Castor’s son, Alexander.)

Now

Lexa turner, the current holder of the Rogue titan. A descendant of Ymir and closer of her only son Caspian. Hiding within amongst the Eldians of paradis. The last of Persephone’s descendants. And this day the truth comes out…

Disclaimer

There are ideas in this book In relation to others that i have seen, all right go to them and their story. And also all rights to the writer and owner of aot. However my plot and my characters belong to me.

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ficsbystar · 2 months

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hi, i'm star! i write fluff and smut fics for a few anime series and games. find out which shows and characters i write for down below!

attack on titan

☆ eren yeager, armin arlert, jean kirstein, connie springer, reiner braun, bertholdt hoover, erwin smith, levi ackerman, zeke yeager, kenny ackerman

☆ mikasa ackerman, sasha braus, annie leonhart, hange zoe, historia reiss, ymir fritz, pieck finger, yelena

genshin impact

☆ albedo, alhaitham, itto, baizhu, diluc, kaeya, zhongli, childe, ayato, gorou, heizou, xiao, venti, bennett, razor, chongyun

☆ beidou, ningguang, eula, lisa, shenhe, sucrose, mona, rosaria, jean, sara, raiden shogun, hu tao, amber

jojo's bizarre adventure

☆ jonathan joestar, dio brando, joseph joestar, caesar zeppeli, jotaro kujo, noriaki kakyoin, jean pierre polnareff, santana/santviento, wamuu, esidisi, kars, josuke higashikata, kishibe rohan, okuyasu nijimura, tonio trussardi, mikitaka hazekura

jujutsu kaisen

☆ gojo satoru, yuuji itadori, megumi fushiguro, inumaki toge, yuuta okkotsu, noritoshi kamo, geto suguru, ryomen sukuna, nanami kento, toji fushiguro, hiromi higuruma

☆ kugisaki nobara, maki zenin, shoko ieri

moriarty the patriot

☆ william moriarty, louis moriarty, albert moriarty, sherlock holmes, mycroft holmes, sebastian moran

my hero academia

☆ izuku midoriya, katsuki bakugo, shouto todoroki, kirishima eijiro, tenya iida, shinso hitoshi, kaminari denki, mirio togata, shigaraki tomura, dabi, shota aizawa, toshinori yagi

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mikasa-imadebiscults · 2 years

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- Character x Character (depending on what ship it is)

- Match up’s (When requesting a match up say that you want a match up and describe yourself. For example describe your personality, what you like and don’t like, if you want a adult character or not, etc) [MATCH UPS CURRENTLY CLOSED]

- Demon Slayer, My Hero Academia, Attack on Titan, Jujutsu Kaisen, Resident Lover, and Resident Evil Village.

- For JJK I’ll only write for: Maki, Megumi, Yuji, and Gojo. Keep in mind, I know very little about the manga and storyline.

- For Resident Lover I’ll only write for: Donna, Bela, Cassandra, Daniela, and Angie.

- For Resident Evil Village I’ll only write for: Donna Beneviento and Alcina Dimitrescu.

- Incest/Stepcest

- Character x OC

- Religion

- Male x Male smut and Male reader smut

- Hange Zoë with male parts

⚠️DISCLAIMER⚠️

If you request a character that is a minor I will NOT write NSFW about them.

Any NSFW about AOT characters like Mikasa, Jean, Eren, etc I’ll write them in season 4 bc in season 4 they’re an adult.

I have the right to deny any requests, if I denied your request it’s either because I didn’t know how to write it or it broke one of the rules. So please don’t take it personally my friend.

I’m a human being, I have a life outside of social media so do not rush me on making you request.

Every post will have a warning at the top in bold so don’t worry :)

Characters I won’t write for:

In KNY: Genya, Daki, Gyutaro, Gyokko, Sabito, Makomo, Enmu, Rui, Kaigaku, Sekido, Aizetsu, Karaku, Urogi, and Zohakuten.

In MHA: Mirio, Eri, Kota, Koda, Shoji, Sato, and Spinner.

In AOT: Floch, Gabi, Falco, Zofia, Udo, Marco, and Ymir Fritz.

How to request:

You can DM me or ask me requests but tell me if you want to be anonymous or not if you DM me.

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ao3feed-eremin · 1 year

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He couldn't

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/sSyIfaw

by lKeiji

The heat got worse, as well as his nausea as he made it to the door, wobbling, on his two weak legs. And closed it with a little too much force, he was now sitting on the floor against the door, trying to fight the second wave of nausea that was haunting him, like a ghost haunting a house.

Words: 561, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Shingeki no Kyojin | Attack on Titan

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, Underage

Categories: M/M, Multi

Characters: Armin Arlert, Eren Yeager, Eren Yeager's Parents, Levi Ackerman, Erwin Smith, Armin Arlert's Grandfather, Armin Arlert's Grandmother, Mikasa Ackerman, Annie Leonhart, Marco Bott, Jean Kirstein, Connie Springer, Sasha Blouse, Reiner Braun, Bertolt Hoover, Hange Zoë

Relationships: Armin Arlert/Eren Yeager, Levi Ackerman/Erwin Smith, Mikasa Ackerman/Annie Leonhart, Marco Bott/Jean Kirstein, Ymir Fritz/Krista Lenz | Historia Reiss, Reiner Braun/Bertolt Hoover

Additional Tags: Teen Romance, Teen Pregnancy, Trans Male Character, Pregnancy Kink, Unplanned Pregnancy, Pregnancy, Discussion of Abortion, Step-parents, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Angst, Teen Angst, Heavy Angst, Hurt No Comfort, Out of Character, Eventual Smut, My First Smut, would this count as mpreg?, Mpreg, Implied/Referenced Character Death

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/sSyIfaw

#eremin #ao3feed #fanfic #eren jaeger x armin arlert #armin arlert x eren jaeger

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dinasfavslut · 3 years

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I really did fuck your brains out (Ymir x fem!reader smut)

Warnings: 18+, Smut, Anal, Scissoring, Smoking, Alcohol use, Drunkness, Highness, Squirting, overstimulation, Friends With Benefits

Ymir invited you over, probably to drink, smoke, play games, you never know with her. As you walk in you see her playing the Xbox and yelling at some kids who said they could beat her, " OH YEA WHAT THE FUCK HAPPENED TO BEATING ME HUH YOU LITTLE PUSSY CRY BABY SUCK MY FUCKIN DICK,"

You couldn't help but laugh at her fun little gesture. After she had her rage she walked towards you, you opened your arms expecting a hug but she walked past you behind the kitchen counter.

You glare at her in disbelief as she walks behind the counter grabbing the last cupcake she promised to save you." bitch give me my cupcake!" you shouted, She tossed it to you saying " Sorry princess I just couldn't see you because you were so short" she then smirked and hugged you. You hugged her back eating the cupcake then she got out a bottle of alcohol leading you to the couch.

She lit a joint taking a hit as you chugged some alcohol. In about you were drunk and she was high " TAKE A LOOK AT MY GIRLFRIEND SHES THE ONLY ONE I" you sang and she hyped you up but you tripped over something landing in her lap and you giggled together. You took the joint from her lips and taking hits as she took the bottle.

"What if we like kissed" you hiccuped looking at her lips "So you can't resist me either huh princess" she teased you took her face then kissed her. She kissed back grabbing on your ass and lifting your shirt up as she put the joint on the ashtray.

"You're a pretty cute princess" she cooed and sucked your nipple while you moaned at the feeling of her tongue swirling around your nipple. " Please Ymir" you whined and she lifted the skirt up revealing your bare pussy. "no underwear I see hmm so you're a slut" she says.

You blush turning your head to the side as she collects some of your slick with her tongue then kissing your inner thighs making you moan her name, and moaning it loudly. You bucked your hips up hoping to get more friction but it wasn't working.

" hips down" she demanded you did as said as she made a mess of you, your pussy, and her face but mostly you. Licking, flicking, pulling, spitting, smacking anything you could imagine she was doing to you she already made you cum but she was still going.

"I-I'm close again " she lifted your hips so your ass wasn't on the couch. She put her fingers into your back hole making you jolt in pleaser having both your holes fucked and filled. You moaned loudly as she took that as a hint to go faster her tongue still attached to your clit and you knew that I wasn't going anywhere soon.

"cum for mommy like a good girl mkay," she said he voice deep and hot. You moaned in response but that wasn't enough for her, she bit your clit harshly making you moan louder "answer me slut"

"Y-yes mommy I'm sorry" you pleaded and she went back to making you feel good "M-mommy I'm c-close" before she could answer you squirted all over her she then got up and you were scared for a moment.

She took off her clothing then spread her legs and got into a scissoring position and moved in a very fast motion making you a jolt and flinch more. The feeling of her clit on your sensitive aching clit was too much for you to handle. You couldn't think about anything else but Ymir fucking you your head was all fuzzy, not one other thought you came over and over without warning.

you heard a loud grunt from Ymir and felt her cum all over your legs and pussy. she got back from between your legs and licked up the mess then spitting it in your mouth and gave a harsh slap to your cunt one last time making you jolt again. "you made such a mess for mommy huh princess" she praised you nodded in response

"I really did fuck your brains out"

#ymir smut #aot x reader smut #attack on titan ymir #shingeki no kyojin ymir #ymir fritz #ymir fritz smut #HOLY FUCKIN SHIT YMIR FU-#aot smut

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theinariakuma · 3 years

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Nsfw visual links that remind me of some AOT characters

Eren Jaeger

Reminder to be good

Fun with a view

His pet

Reiner Braun

From behind

Taking his time

"I need it"

Zeke Jaeger

His Prisoner

Size difference +tummy bulge

Tight fit

Jean Kirstein

Best way to wake up

Stuck in Traffic

Submitting to her

Levi Ackerman

Teasing his Brat

Staying quiet

Need

Porco Galliard

Thigh Fucking

Overwhelming you

Public Quickie

Erwin Smith

Breeding you

Reminder who you belong to

Be a good puppy

Ymir Fritz

That's my girl (+Historia Reiss)

Pegging Him

Bertholdt Hoover

Restraint

Somnophilia (tw dubcon)

Connie Springer

Starved for you

#visual links #aot smut #snk smut #eren yeager #reiner braun #zeke jaeger #levi ackerman #erwin smith #connie springer #ymir fritz #porco galliard #jean kirstein

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69fever · 3 years

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ymir x reader fan fic

it starts with a whisky shot

an alternative universe where the aot characters are normal adults. all character depicted are not my characters, they belong to the creator of 'attack on titan' hajime isayama. although, the storyline does belong to me. all characters are the time skip characters and are 21 and over.

this was originally a fan fiction i wrote for my friend, i thought i did a good job so i decided to publish it! you can also find it on wattpad and ao3, under the same title, if you would prefer to read it over there.

ao3: tsumble

wattpad: fever69

neobook: fever69

i am not planning to write another chapter

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it's a warm saturday night towards the end of june and you had been looking for a chance to break lose for weeks. 6 months ago now, you got a new job at an office, it was a really big deal for you as, not only was it for a highly respected company, it paid super well. you had been worked to the bone, almost completely abandoning your old "party-animal". you resorted from clubbing, to so-and-so gatherings, to small gatherings and eventually a glass of wine whilst watching netflix, going to bed at 9pm every night because of your busy schedule.

luckily, but not so lucky for her, the lady who runs the company you work for passed away, so your boss decided to take pity upon his employees and award 2 days off work. what a fabulous opportunity for a night out.

it was 5:30am (when your alarm usually awakens you for work) and you start to get dressed. showering, eating, cleaning, dressing, your daily routine. you do all of this quietly every time, trying to avoid waking up your flatmate, sasha. there was one time that you had accidentally been too loud in the morning, and sasha gave you hell for it. you left the house at 6:15am, hopping in your audi and making your way to your office building. everything went smoothly and according to your routine, until you arrive at the building to which you discover that it was almost empty. of course they were a few people still there, people not lucky enough to be awarded 2 days off or too high in the ranks to be allowed 2 days off. you ask the receptionist what was happening to which the kind man explained. he mentioned that employees should have received an email last night, but as if you check your emails regularly. you had to stop yourself from beaming with delight. you hastily leave the building, trying to make it look like you aren't too excited. as soon as you got in your car, you immediately pull out your phone to text sasha the good news. "two days off work, big boss lady kicked the bucket. you know what that means😏" you type fast into your phone and smash the send button, ecstatic that you're finally given the chance to relive your 'old life' again.

you drive yourself home and begin to wait patiently for sasha to wake up, which could be any time from 10am to 3pm, since she doesn't work on the weekends so she sleeps in. you decide to sit on your apartment living room couch and watch the TV peacefully, whilst scrolling through numerous apps on your phone.

hours went by until finally, 1:34pm, sasha wakes up. you hear loud footsteps stomping from her room to the living room. you turn your head to look at her and flash a big toothy grin. she holds up her phone, showing the message from you, shaking it a little from excitement. "we. are. finally. going out. again." she says robotically, "god how i have missed night outs with you!" she squeals and runs over to the couch and belly flops onto you. you both laugh together and hug, "now i just have to find an outfit, let's hope none of them have cobwebs on them." you sarcastically say which sasha chuckles a bit.

"connie invited me out to the club in town tonight, everyone's going like jean, mikasa, marco, eren, armin. and he did ask if you were coming. all of them miss you, you know y/n? should we leave it as a surprise? that'll be fun." sasha says, grinning from ear to ear as she stretches.

"oh we should definitely leave it as a surprise." you reply nonchalantly. sasha throws a big thumbs up at you and then lies her head on your shoulder and starts to get all cosy again. "oh hell no sasha, you are not falling asleep again" you say picking her head up and plucking her from the couch. she rises like a zombie. "oh y/n, we don't need to be ready until like 8 o'clock! it's 1 o'clock now."

"it's not even normal to wake up at half 1 and still be tired," you face plant "cmon, i'll make you breakfast."

the day passes by like just another lazy day for sasha, but for you it's totally different. not only is it your first proper lazy day in about 6 months, but you were going out tonight! for real! like to a club and everything, meeting all your friends again who you only ever saw for brunch sometimes, and finally letting loose. you were buzzing all day and couldn't stop thinking about it.

the clock went by slowly but surely and it was 5pm, 2 hours before you and sasha were leaving for the club. "sashaaa can i use your body wash? i've ran out." you yell to her from the shower. you hear a distance "yeah" from sasha's room and proceed to use the body wash. after you were done showering and shaving, you enter your room to see sasha already neck deep in your drawers looking for clothes. "erm... sasha?"

"to be honest, i don't know what you're thinking right now but whatever you're thinking isn't correct, i'm looking at clothes for you. i haven't seen you wear a dress in eons, do you even have any?" she waffles and you stare at her. she's already dressed, wow she is fast. probably because she goes out every other day (when she's not working) with connie. connie and her are inseparable. every night out, they are together, hanging out with each other and enjoying their company. you had always admired their friendship.

sasha is wearing a honey-yellow mini dress that had a low back accompanied with straps that criss-crossed her back. her hair tied up into a sleek ponytail and letting her fringe hang out, but she's curled the ends of her hair a little bit, something that she didn't do a lot but it was really nice when she did, accompanied with white high heels. the dress compliments everything about her: her figure; her hair; her eyes; her complexion. without a doubt, yellow is definitely sasha's colour. "sasha, do you realise how gorgeous you look right now," you say to her and she laughs sweetly, "nah deadass that dress is perfect for you. and i love what you've done with your hair!"

"thank you y/n, you always know how to flatter me." she replies, shaking her right hand.

you both laugh together as you approach the mountain of clothes and join her in the search. eventually, you find a dress and sasha gasps, "yes yes! that one is perfect! absolutely yes!!" she claps her hands "now go! go get changed i want to see it on you! go go!!" sasha left the room, probably to sort herself out some more or maybe have something to eat. you slipped the dress over your head and immediately wrapped your hair in a towel as your hair wasn't quite dry yet. you yelled sasha's name and she came running back into the room with hummus in one hand and a plate of carrots in the other. the dress is a black, shiny, satin 'bodycon' dress, with a lace trim at the straps and the hem of the dress, with matte black flower designs and a slit on your left thigh. sasha places her carrots and hummus on the bed and raises her hands to cover her mouth "y/n oh my god you look so good!! this is literally your dress, it's like it was made for you!!" sasha says as she starts clapping and beaming her gorgeous smile. in this moment, you just thought about how much you appreciate your best friend. "thank you!! i feel so confident, i look so good! i feel like god." you reply to her, spinning around in a circle. sasha sat on the bed and carried on eating her carrots, "i understand why you feel like that, my man," she says, mouth full with food.

she quickly jolted her head to my bedside table, where my alarm clock is, to see the time. 7:08pm. she turned her head back at me and stood up, "quick, quick! our uber will be here in an hour get ready!!" she says, clapping her hands at me. she picks up her plate of hummus and carrots and says "i'll be in the lounge watching the episode of love island i missed last night, be quick!" she finishes and runs out your room straight after.

7:49pm, you're finish your hair and your makeup, making you ready to leave. you go under your drawers to where you kept all your fancy shoes and picked out some sleek black heels, no other heels were going to match your outfit other than a classic and timeless black heel. you exit your room to see sasha sitting on the couch, absolutely entranced by the tv screen. "ahem, sasha i'm ready." you say to her. she slowly veers her head in your direction and her straight face immediately beams into a smile. "you look gorgeous wow! everyone will just want to gobble you up tonight." sasha does a little dance as she says so.

"let's hope so, i haven't got laid in ages, man." you sigh and plop yourself onto the couch.

"trust me, looking as hot as you do tonight, it would be almost impossible not to," sasha says reassuringly, and then she shoots up on her two feet and dusts off her hands "right then! before we go, take 2 shots of tequila and then we're off!"

7:58pm, the uber arrives. you both hop into the car and you stare at the window, thinking about your night ahead, as sasha tells the driver where she wants him to take you both. the car drive was in comfortable silence, with occasional conversation between you all. "oops oh yeah, gotta text connie." sasha says as she pulls out her phone. you watch her type the words "5 mins away from the club, got a surprise as well. wait outside for me" then she hit the send button. she looks up at you and squeals in excitement. you squeal back, mostly because her energy was just so contagious. if sasha was excited, you were excited. if sasha was sad, you were sad, and so on.

in around 15 minutes, you were approaching the club. you practically were pinning your face up onto the window, trying to get the first look at connie. you had missed connie a lot, he lived a night life because of his job as a bartender. and when he wasn't working, 7/10 times he was out doing something fun and wild. you have to admit that sometimes you were really envious of his lifestyle, he truly seemed like he was enjoying his 20's. your eyes widen when you see him. he was outside the entrance of the club, one hand in his pocket, the other one clutching his phone. he was wearing black jeans and a grey button-up shirt that was only half done. "just here will do, thank you." sasha says to the driver and then pulls out her wallet. <span class="s1">"sasha, it's my first night out in a while, let me pay." you insist and then pull out your wallet.

"you sure?" sasha asks.

"yes, it will be my pleasure." you reassure. sasha smiles in response, the driver tells us how much we owe and you give him the correct amount. sasha is the first one to leave the car and she sprints towards connie and leaps onto him. you open your door quietly and emerge out, wanting to completely surprise connie. you watch them laugh and talk, still slowly approaching them. "so what's this surprise you mentioned?" connie says to sasha, to which she just smirks. then connie moved his eye sight from sasha to the unknown figure behind her. "wait is that?" connie says before cutting himself off, instantly running to you after he realises who it is. he picks you up into a big bear hug and you both laugh and smile into each other's embrace, "i can't believe it, y/n your here! how are you here? not that i'm complaining of course but i thought your job was insane and like, never gave you time off? good pay though, of course, but like- wow you look amazing! you look beautiful! are you not struggling to walk in those heels after, what? like 6 months?" connie waffles on, you really forgot how much connie likes to speak.

"i still have to wear heels to work connie" you answer, "and the woman who runs my company died." you say, grinning deviously and tapping your temple with your finger. sasha and connie laugh, "thank you for the compliments, you always know how to make me feel special." you smile and you pull him in for a hug again.

"right, everyone else is waiting inside at table 7. oh wow, they're gonna be over the moon when they see you y/n." connie says as he grabs yours and sasha's hand and drags you into the club. the bouncer lets all 3 of you in.

once you're inside, the music and the lights attack your senses, and it takes a good 1 or 2 minutes to get use to the feeling again. connie has let go of your arm and is now guiding you in direction of the table in which they are all sitting at. the table comes into view, and you see eren, mikasa and armin. mikasa had her head facing the floor and one arm slouched over the back of her chair, margarita in hand. her head peered up and then you made eye contact. her eyes widened and she shot up. eren and armin immediately turned their head towards mikasa, their eyes following her as she started to jog in your direction, then they spot you. eren and armin also immediately shot up, eren running towards you and armin walking with a smile on his face. "no way is that y/n i see," eren says pelting towards you, displaying a big grin as he envelopes you into a hug.

"eren! still as energetic as ever i see." you say inbetween laughter, patting his back. out of the whole group, eren is the person you'd seen the least. it's not that you didn't like him, it's just that out of everyone, your schedule and his matched up the least. you and eren let go off each other as mikasa catches up to eren and says "hey y/n, tonight's gonna be a lot more fun with you here." she smiles and hugs you. mikasa's hugs were the best, you found them so comforting. "mikasa, i've missed you so much." you whispered into her ear and tightened the hug. armin came around behind mikasa and flashed a massive grin, "hi y/n, you look beautiful tonight." armin always had a little crush on you, he thinks it's not obvious but everyone can tell. it's fizzled out a little over the years, but it's still there. for armin, you will always have a special place in his heart. "armin, you look great! glad to see travelling hasn't drained you, too much anyways." you chuckle as you wrap your arms around his shoulders, squeezing him into a hug. you let go off each other, and all of you start to walk towards the table you're sitting at. you sit down with sasha on your right and to your left, eren. "i'll go at get some drinks. sasha, y/n what do you want? eren, armin, mikasa?" connie asks us.

"you know me connie, a sex on the beach!" sasha cheers and clicks her fingers. connie's eyes widen and he goes a little red, i can still tell despite the club lights and the dark atmosphere. he throws her a wink. a wink? normally, that's not peculiar at all but in combination with the blushing... "sasha, i saw that," you whisper to her whilst connie is taking eren, armin and mikasa's drinks.

"saw what?" she whispers back.

don't act dumb with me"

"later later." she replies, a shy but mischievous smirk emerging on her face. you huff and she lets out a sneaky chuckle.

"fine." you sigh in defeat. she replies with a cocky grin, which causes you to roll your eyes.

"okay, and what about you y/n?" he asks you.

"strawberry daiquiri." you smile to him. he nods and off he goes in the direction of the bar.

you, sasha, eren, mikasa and armin were just all catching up with each other and having a laugh, until you remember connie said that a lot more people were gonna be here. "wait i just remembered, connie said a lot more people were gonna be here. jean, marco?" i say to the three.

"oh yeah," eren says and adjusts his posture, "jean and marco are dancing together somewhere in the crowd" eren finishes, putting his arm on the back of your chair.

"oh so jean is here? i haven't seen him in ages," you start to say as you rise onto your feet, "i'm gonna try and find him, i've got my phone on me so call me when connie is back!" i yell to them as i sink into the crowd.

you were engulfed immediately by hundreds of bodies. jean is quite a tall man so you were hoping it was going to be easy to find him but you're starting to realise now that perhaps you underestimated how easy it was going to be. you eventually were able to find a path where there weren't a lot of people and out of instinct you went down it. but when you were in the thick of it, the path closes and you're lost in the crowd again, being bumped into and knocked around. you adjust your footing for what felt like the millionth time. just as you did so, you felt the impact of a body fly into you, completely making you lose the footing you just gained. it felt like you left the floor for a second, but you think that was just illusion. you closed your eyes, ready for the impact of the floor and the embarrassment that will hit after it, but instead you felt two strong hands catch you. you slowly open your eyes and turn around to face your saviour, their hands still placed on your waist as you turn. you eyes start at their feet, moving up their body slowly. they were wearing black suit pants with long legs that connected to a lean figured torso with strong shoulders, clothed with nothing but a black blazer, and then you saw their face. well, rather her face. delicate freckles littered her nose and her cheeks, accompanied with a light red blush upon her face, telling me she was tipsy. her brown hair was tied into a loose low ponytail, letting a lot of her fringe hang out at the front. "woah, hey you alright? i almost saw you get knocked out there." she chuckles. you were knocked utterly speechless by her appearance. she was beautiful. but she intimidated you, you weren't sure why. maybe it was just the way she held herself or how she caught you effortlessly. but the intimidation was kind of arousing, instant sexual attraction. 'is this the mysterious stranger that i am destined to sleep with tonight?' you thought to yourself, shamelessly. suddenly, you snapped back to reality, "oh, oh yeah, yeah. i almost did, yeah, wow- yeah. thank you." you say wriggling out of her grip and standing independently.

"i'm ymir." she slyly smirks. the smirk set you off internally, more sexual attraction. some tension there now. "i'm y/n." you smile back a little nervously, but you try to mask it.

"cmon, let me buy you a drink," ymir says with the smirk still plastered on her face as she gently grabs your hand.

"oh, my friends already got a drink waiting for me back at our table." you say hesitantly.

"please." she insists, simply and quickly, battling her beautifully, sultry eyes at you. you feel a rush throughout your whole body and you immediately comply, holding her hand back and letting her lead you through the crowd.

soon after, you both arrive at the bar. she sits down on one of the chairs and looks over to you whilst patting the seat beside her. you smile and sit down at the seat. the bartender approaches you two. "so what you having tonight girls?" he asks us.

"2 whiskey shots." ymir says and slides her bank card on the table.

"coming right up." the man replies and goes to prepare the drinks.

"so what were you doing in the crowd all by yourself?" ymir asks, resting her head on her hand and propping it up on her elbow.

"oh i was looking for a friend." you reply, playing with your fingers.

"looking for a friend? in this crowd? is this the first time you've been out or something?" ymir laughs as the bartender sets down your drinks. you both thank him and ymir pays. "well no, i just haven't been out in a while." you reply, switching from playing with your fingers to playing with the rim of your shot glass. ymir takes her glass in her hand and holds it up for you to cheers her. you did as was implied, and ymir downs hers in one and her nose scrunches up. "your go." she says, signalling to the glass in your hand. you take your shot quickly and put the glass back on the table, scrunching up your face and shaking your head. ymir laughs and bangs her hand on the table, "i guess you weren't lying when you said you hadn't been out in a while. how long is a while exactly?"

"about 6 months." you say, wiping your mouth of any excess alcohol. her eyes widen at your reply. "6 months?! i could never not go out for that long. why is that exactly?" she questions you. you explained how you use to go out whenever you felt like it with your friends and just party, but then you had gotten this new job but it took up nearly all your time, and as you slowly rose through your ranks of your job, soon enough you lost all time for clubbing. "oh that makes sense now, sounds like that sucked ass," ymir says, not breaking eye contact at all, "how come your here now? did you get a day off?"

"the woman who runs my company died." you say bluntly, then ymir bursts into laughter.

"your big boss died and now you're here in a club?" she laughs some more, "wow i am so glad i pulled you for a drink, you're so interesting. shall we get another?" you smile enthusiastically and nod your head.

you order a double raspberry gin and lemonade and ymir orders a 'dark and stormy', rum and ginger ale. you thought that was an interesting choice because you personally find that cocktail to be vile, ymir must have some rustic tastebuds. you don't say anything though, because who are you to judge? you just order a basic gin and lemonade, you came to a conclusion that she is probably a bit more bold than you. you laugh ever so quietly to yourself. she offers to pay again, she really knows how to win a girl over, you feel so honoured. the bartender places down the drinks and you both say thank you.

"but enough about me, tell me more about yourself." you say to her. this gets her quiet. almost as if she's not use to talking about herself, but you were so intrigued to know about this mysterious stranger. her solemn face switches into a grin, "what do you want to know?" what a weird question to ask. normally, when you ask people about themselves, they know exactly what to say, but not ymir. she's being coy. "you know what i want to know." you say sternly, lying back in your seat. she raises one eyebrow at you and looks down at the floor "well, i'm here with my friends historia, annie, reiner and bertholdt tonight." she says, crossing her arms. she looks back up at you and notices that you look very unimpressed. "that's all? i just told you my life story for a whole 6 months of my life and that's all? damn." you huff and cross your arms.

"i didn't think you were genuinely interested." ymir shrugs. you can't help but find her a little bit immature.

"if i wasn't interested then i wouldn't have asked." you say closing some distance between the 2 of you and laying your hand on hers. her eyes jolt to where your hands are and then she looks at you, and she smiles. not a smirk, a smile. is that cocky front finally falling? she straightens her back and leans over the bar, getting the attention of the bartender. he approaches and says "anything else i can get you?"

"yep, a mojito for me and a...?" she trails off looking at you.

"we just ordered a drink?" you question.

"i need to be a bit more drunk." she replies. you laugh teasingly, it's funny seeing her admit that shamelessly. but after a little reflection, you came to the conclusion that you could be more drunk as well, to be fair. "strawberry daiquiri." you answer and smile at the bartender.

"strawberry daiquiri," ymir repeats, slamming her hand on the table and grinning at the bartender. he simply nods, before turning around and starting to prepare your drinks. "i have been craving a strawberry daiquiri all night." you clap my hands together.

"is that your favourite cocktail?" ymir asks.

"yep, what's yours?" you ask, resting your chin on your hand. ymir opened her mouth to respond but then your phone buzzed in your bag.

speaking about strawberry daiquiri's, you just realised that there is one waiting for you back at table 7. you had completely forgot that you were originally trying to find jean. "oh shit, oops, sorry, i should definitely reply to this." you say awkwardly. you pull out your phone to see a message from sasha reading: 'are u still trying to find jean? because hes here at the table now, oh and ur drink is here'

you start to type back: 'shit sorry for going incognito😭 no i'm not trying to find jean, i met someone and she is v fit. i'm on the pull' and you go to put your phone back into your clutch bag but it buzzed again, another message from sasha: 'NICE i knew u we're gonna get some action!!! we're all going in the crowd to dance in a bit, bring ur friend a long ;)' you smile and put your phone back in your bag.

"sorry, my friends that i came with tonight." you say, wiggling your phone, "wanna dance with them and me after our drinks?" you ask and meet ymir's eyes. she ponders for a second. "yeah sounds fun," she says as the bartender sets down your cocktails. ymir insists on paying again, the flattery is really getting to you. "great! i'll just message her back now" you say. you start to type a message to sasha, reading: "sounds great, we just order a drink so will finish them n then come meet u! don't go into the crowd without us pls🙏🏼". she simply likes your message, indicating that she will wait for you and ymir.

ymir starts to tell you about herself. she's 23 years old, her birthday is the 17th of february making her an aquarius. her parents are both swedish, though she has lived in america all her life. she graduated university at age 21 with a degree in criminology and cybercrime, as she was super interested by it. she originally chose to study this degree as she wanted to be a detective, but she's not so sure anymore. for the past year she's been living in new york (like you) and has been living above a flower shop with her friend/flatmate historia, who owns the shop. ymir helps out there now and again.

"see! look at that, you had a lot more to say than you lead on!" you beam and grab her shoulder, feeling a little bit drunk now, "never mind you feeling glad you pulled me for a drink to hear about my dead boss, i'm glad i had a drink with you! you're just my type." the 'just my type' bit was a part that you were just thinking about and weren't planning to say, but it slipped out before you could stop yourself. ymir's face lit up, "just your type? that's good to hear," she says as she leans closer, putting her lips against the side of your ear, "because your just my type as well." she whispers, and then leans back in her seat. you and ymir's drinks were long gone now, you were starting to feel conscious about making sasha and the group wait to long. you realise that it is probably time to head to your table.

you lift your head to meet ymir's gaze and smile at her, "cmon! let's go dance!!" you say, grabbing her hands and pulling her from her seat. her hands were softer than you expected. "i want you to meet all my friends by table 7," you drag out each word an unreasonable amount, "help me find table 7 ymir, pleaseeee." ymir nods, now taking the lead in directing you to the tables. you both manoeuvre through the crowd, ymir leading the way and eventually re-emerging out the other side at the tables. everyone was still there, all standing up though, probably getting a bit tired of waiting for the lover girl. you look for jean and eventually spot him. "jean!!!" you yell in excitement and run over to him, throwing your arms around his broad shoulders. jean laughs as he wraps his arm around your figure, "y/n i'm so glad to see you! these lot mentioned that you went into the crowd to try and find me." he says, rubbing your back in the embrace. you let go of him and grab his face, leaning up and planting a kiss on his forehead. you definitely wouldn't have done this sober, but the alcohol was exaggerating the feeling of just how much you missed jean. "cmon! let's go dance!!" you say gesturing to the whole group, including ymir, who was standing just on the outskirts of the area awkwardly. eren cheers after you spoke and everyone joined in, and then he lead the line into the crowd. "oh wait! wait! wait! this is ymir," i announce to them and point in ymir's direction, "she's the person i met." ymir straightens her back and places her hands in her pockets as she smiles to the group.

"nice to meet you, ymir." mikasa says with a small wave, and they all nod and smile in agreement. sasha flashes you a cheeky look and a wink, you give her the signal to 'cut it out' but she just laughs boisterously. "i'm going to dance!" she yells in a sing-song tone and scurries to the dance floor.

"come on!" armin cheers, becking at you and ymir to join them.

you run to ymir and grab her hand, pulling her towards your group, smiling all the way. she was hesitant at first but she then eventually relaxed. you all sunk into the crowd and into your own respected duos and trios. connie and sasha. mikasa, eren and armin. jean and marco. now, you and ymir. "oh yeah, hey! y/n!" connie shouts to you, "your drink!" he finishes, cautiously passing you the strawberry daiquiri before sasha pushes him deeper into the crowd and disappearing. you place the glass to your lips and take a few big gulps of the drink, leaving only a couple of sips left. you give the cup to ymir and say, "drink." she raises an eyebrow at you, sloshes the liquid around in the glass and then drinks whats left of the cocktail. you're not sure why you told ymir to drink the rest, but you are definitely drunk now so you're not sure why you're doing anything. ymir and the glass disappear for a spilt second in the crowd, and then she reappears without the cup. she turns to face you with dark, sultry eyes as she made the distance between the both of you smaller. she placed her hands on your shoulders first, and then slowly trailed down to rest on your waist. she then pulls you closer to her, completely closing the gap between your bodies. you watch the bottom half of your bodies as she does so then looking up to make eye contact with ymir. she smirks at you and you smile back, wrapping your arms around her neck and stroking the back of it. she starts to move her hips, completely out of time to the upbeat music that was playing. "ymir! you're completely out of time." you laugh to her, moving your hands from her neck and grabbing her hands. you push away from her body all while holding her hands and start to dance to the music. she starts to get use to the rhythm and the beat, and soon enough your both dancing perfectly together. occasionally she would spin you around and pull you close to her face, touching your body, but you would push her away and carry on obliviously dancing. it's not that you didn't want ymir. without a doubt, you were so attracted to her. but by her attitude and the way she spoke to you, you had an impression that she liked the people who play hard to get. so that's what you decided to do. tease her. now and again, touching her back, breathing down her neck, always leaving her wanting more. that was your goal.

after multiple songs, you were starting to get tired. you noticed that ymir was starting to as well. you fade from dancing and approach ymir, getting close to her face for 2 reasons. reason number 1 was that you wanted to talk to her, so obviously with the loud music, you needed to be closer for her to hear. reason number 2, you knew being this close to her would drive her mad. you could cut the sexual tension with a knife, you both knew it was there and it thrilled you both. "hey," you whisper in her ear as you place you hand on her upper arm, "i'm getting tired, let's get another drink and sit down." you hold her hand, this time it's you leading her in the direction of the bar. and this time you payed for the drinks, ymir getting a rum and coke and you getting a gin and tonic. you both find a small booth to sit at.

ymir takes a sip of her drink. "your friends seem pretty cool." she says

"they're great, i think you would really get along with them. sasha's my flatmate, did sasha say hi to you?" you ask, running your finger around the rim of your glass. ymir thought for a second and then shook her head. "what? thats so off for sasha." you gasp.

"well she did seem pretty occupied with the bald guy." ymir says bluntly.

"you mean connie," you laugh, "i get what you mean though, somethings definitely going on between them and i need to know what." ymir laughs a small laugh and takes another sip of her drink, looking off in the direction of the crowd. you take a couple sips of your drink as you observe ymir, watching her chest rise and fall as she breathes. even with sweat running down her face and her hair looking a little dodgy from said sweat, she is still beautiful. ymir has a face that looks like she is always thinking about something, but when she's in her own world, she truly does look peaceful. she turns her head to you and catches you staring at her. "what?" she questioned. you just smile, quickly finishing the last of your drink and shuffling up to her so that your thighs are touching. you rest your hand on her chest and put the other behind her shoulders and move your face close to hers. "nothing." you whisper, with a huge grin on your face. you both stay there for a second or so, just looking at each other. ymir looks flustered, which was a surprise to you. her demeanour from when you first conversed seemed like she wasn't the type of person to get flustered. maybe she's not use to someone being forward with her, but that only made you more turned on. you move your head to the side, slowly edging your lips closer and closer to hers. "are you nervous?" you whisper. she gulps, "uh no." but you weren't convinced.

"oh shut up." you say before completely closing the distance and pressing your lips onto hers.

she seemed stunned at first, but then starts to kiss you back. her hand moves up to hold the side of your face, using her thumb to stroke the apple of your cheek. she then does the same with her other hand, now cupping your head in her grip. she kisses you back hard and passionately, completely in character for ymir. this is exactly how you would've expected her to kiss you. your hand trails down from her chest to her thigh so you can place it on there. then removing your hand from the back of the chair and switching it to hold ymir's neck, pulling her closer, deepening the kiss. even though you were literally kissing her, it felt like she wasn't close enough. suddenly, she pulls away to which you both gasp from the lack of air. she rests her forehead onto yours, "can we take this back to yours?" she says exasperated.

"want more?" you smirk. she removes her head from yours and looks at you, not saying a word. "i've had enough of your teasing for one night," she says, getting up from the booth seat and pulling you up afterwards, "we both know what we want, so come on." her eyelids become heavy as she smirks at you. you feel yourself get even more aroused. you like it a lot when ymir tells you what she wants, no cryptic messages or mysterious hints. straight up what she wants, and she knows you want it too. the confidence pouring out of her was exuberant.

"mhm, so let's go then." you say, smiling and leaning towards her face, making it appear like you going to kiss her until you suddenly pull away and head in the direction of the exit. ymir hurriedly chases after you out of the establishment. "oh shit, fucking ubers." you sigh. this is going to be awkward now. you both just want to get down to it, but now you have to call and wait for an uber. you grin at ymir sheepishly to which she laughs her loud, kind of obnoxious (in the best way) laugh. "don't you worry, i can wait," ymir laughs, "i can be patient." she finishes, winking at you. you feel this make your face a little hot.

you quickly call an uber and tell the driver where you are. thankfully, you live in a wonderful city called new york, nicknamed 'the city that never sleeps', and with it being a saturday, lots of taxis are out and about. in about 5 minutes, your ride was here. you and ymir both hopped into the car and then you tell the driver your street name. throughout the drive, ymir would touch your thigh, your waist, your neck, any body that might get you worked up. she was teasing you, attempting to get back for some of the teasing you did tonight. after the 15 minute trip, you were back at your apartment building.

you were unlocking your door when ymir leans in and starts kissing your neck. "can i leave hickeys?" she mumbled into your neck.

"mhm," you mutter back between short breaths, your heart in your throat. she starts to suck and nibble on the side of your neck, only distracting you and making it harder to try and unlock your door. eventually, you enter your flat and lead ymir towards your room. she walks in first and stands with her back to your bed. you push her onto the bed, climbing on and immediately straddling her. you lean down, holding her face and start to kiss her to which she reciprocates. her hands start to explore your body, pulling up your dress a little bit until you hear your bedroom door open.

your head jolts in the direction to see a shocked sasha standing in the doorframe. "oh my god!" she says in a shocked tone, "...oh my god!" she says again but this time more proudly.

"sasha!" you say as you pull down your dress and get off ymir, scrambling awkwardly to the end of the bed. ymir immediately sits up straight and presses her back against your headboard. "i thought you wouldn't be getting back until later?"

"y/n. its 2am, man. i'm fucking tired! but don't worry, i'll leave you to your friend." she winks at the both of you and giggles, closing the door. sasha, the ultimate cock blocker. you sigh and face plant into your hand, "sorry about that, i didn't expect sasha to walk in."

"it's okay," ymir says as she wobbles up onto her feet, "i think i'm gonna leave."

"what? no, don't leave," you whine, "we can just cuddle, i just really want to spend the rest of the night with you." ymir stands staring at you as she thinks. she thinks hard. "okay, but on 2 conditions," she answers, holding up 2 fingers, "1. this isn't a one night thing and 2. you want to see me again." you were pleasantly surprised. usually when people make conditions, it's almost always something you don't want to do. but ymir's conditions, you were already planning on them. "i promise." you smile. she smiles back and slithers into the bed, wrapping herself in the covers. she holds her arms out to you, and you jump into them, shuffling into her embrace. she wraps her arms and legs around your body and you both close your eyes, breathing in unison. you stay in that position, peacefully appreciating that you met each. you don't know what ymir's thinking about but you hope that she is thinking about you. you didn't realise just how shattered you were until you got into bed, so you very quickly fell asleep.

your eyes flutter open, being blinded by the bright lights blaring from your windows, since you forgot to close the blinds last night. as if the scalding sunlight wasn't enough, you had a booming headache from last nights antics. actually, speaking of last nights antics. you turn to look at the opposite side of your bed to see an empty space. no ymir. you felt an instant wave of sadness. you remember all of last night, you didn't drink enough to have memory loss so you remember your promise to ymir. did the promise mean nothing to her? you slam your head on back on your pillow, the sad feeling leaving and now a feeling of frustration. you slowly arise from the bed and look at your bedside table to check your clock. 8:07am. but then you realise that there's a note on the table. you turn your body to the side to hang your feet over you bed, grabbing the note quickly. you started to read the contents: 'sorry i left without saying goodbye, i forget to tell historia where i was last night so she's been worried sick, have to go and apologise to her. text me. -ymir' followed by her number. you had a smile glued to your face as you read the last sentence of her note. all what you felt when you originally woke up without ymir next to you had gone and now you just feel excited.

you still have a whole day off work. you have a hangover so you were ready to do absolutely nothing today. you also couldn't wait to tell sasha about ymir. you lay your head back on your pillow and ravel yourself in the covers, drifting off to sleep with a smile on your face.

edit: i wrote this just over a year ago now so i decided to go back and edit a few bits, which i am so glad i did. i found a few mistakes and able to clean up the storyline, even added a few more bits, just to make it better. i was proud of it before but i feel a lot better about it, ESPECIALLY now that i know it has no mistakes😮‍💨

#anime #attack on titan #aot au #ymir x reader #ymir fritz #aot ymir #aot x reader #mild smut #aot fandom #aot fanfiction #attack on titan fanfiction #fanfiction

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Okay so y’all already know about my obsession with connie and onyankopon.. BUT BUT BUT HEAR ME OUT HEAR ME OUT , KIDDD LETS TALK ABOUT Hood!Ymir. LIKE BRO PLEASE GIVE ME SOME GIVE ME SOMEE

THIS NIGGA POSSESSIVE AS FUCK BRO LIKE IM TELLING YOU AND SHE PROTECTIVE AS HELLLLLL . YALL WHY MY LEGS JUST START CRYING ????😭

You get a whole bunch of “Yo ass hanging out, fix yo pants shawty” DUDESSDDSHE OR OR “You not goin no where with yo titties all out like that, promise you ima air that fucking party out if i got to.” KID IM SQUELCHING

She deff hangin out with Hange, connie AND ONY YALALALALALL

Guns EVERYWHERE. Weed EVERYWHERE.

Imagine you and ymir went to connie house to smoke weed with the gang and you just chillin on her lap OR WTV WHILE SHE CLEANING HER GUNS AND SHITTT OHH LAWD

Hoodlum language bro, you can barely understand her “speak English please bae, what the fuck is a pagan..”

Definitely keeps you in check bc why you throwin tantrums?

JUST LIKE CONNIE BRO SHE SPOILING THE HELL OUT OF YOU MANNN LIKE IM TELLING YOU SHE PAYING FOR NAILS, HAIR, LASHES, EYEBROWS, WAXING APPOINTMENTS, FOOD, CLOTHES BRO ANYTHING.

Ouu yall just wait. Im finna go crazy with this bro.

#Hood!Ymir #black reader #aot smut #aot #ymir fritz #hood #gun #gang affiliation

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analikalee · 3 years

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mixxoh · 4 years

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Pierced Love | One

Contents/Warnings: Cursing

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The clock was ticking all too fast.

Staring intently at the clock hanging just above the door, you watch with your head propped up on your hand as the minutes pass, one by one, getting closer and closer to the start of lab. Irritated, your eyes switch between the clock and the door to the classroom, sighing as you lean back into your lab chair, picking up your phone and unlocking it to check your messages. Great, you think after seeing no new notifications. You glance at the clock one more time and curse under your breath, "Dammit," noticing that lab starts in a short three minutes. Accepting your fate that lab was going to totally suck seeing as your friends decided to skip (on the first day of lab, mind you), you put your phone away and start surveying the room. Strangers had already started to pair up, making small introductions here and there, with some already making complaints about the course. There seemed to be an odd amount of students in the lab and available partners were diminishing fast. At this rate, I won't even have a partner. Maybe I'll just have to join a pair and be a group of three, you thought to yourself as you observed the room.

The sound of a throat being cleared managed to grab your attention from the rest of the mingling students, glancing to the man standing on the opposite side of your table. All you could think as you look at the man before you was, tattoos, because he was covered in them. Colorful tattoos completely covered both of his arms, peaking slightly onto his wrists. His neck was covered too, the colorful patterns creeping up above his black tee and curling around his sharp jaw. You were stuck in a trance, embarrassingly enough, but you quickly snap out of your daze as the man before you shifts awkwardly from one foot to the other, uncomfortable by your obvious staring.

"Oh, sorry, how can I help you?" You ask from your seat in the barstool, fitting your eyes on his.

"Is it cool if I sit here?" He asks, gesturing to the table that you currently reside at.

"Oh! Yeah, sure." You say, moving to move your bag from the only other seat at the table.

He thanks you with a smile, moving to sit next to you. Picking your phone back up, you start to type out a text to your friends as the chair beside you is pulled out.

[Y/N] Where the fuck are you guys?

[Historia] Sorry Y/N!! We got a little distracted :)

You pause for a minute, confused by how your friends could be so distracted to not even come to class. Your mind reels until it clicks and you let out an audible gasp.

[Y/N] Are you guys serious right now? You guys are leaving me alone on the first day of lab to get it on?

[Ymir] Chill, Y/N. We'll grab you after lab to eat. Just because you're not getting any doesn't mean we can't get some.

[Historia] Ymir! Be nice, Y/N's sensitive :(

[Y/N] I am not sensitive! And I am getting some. I hate you both, you guys better buy my food.

"Alright everyone, put your phones away." A voice calls. Setting your phone down, you turn your attention to the front of the lab room. "Welcome to BioChem 3319 lab. Assuming this is an upper-level class, you guys should know that this class is made up of not only the lab but the lecture as well, which is held on Wednesdays, so be sure to be there for that. I'm your IA and instructor for the lab, you can call me Moblit, no honorifics, please, they're weird, Moblit is fine. The actual instructor for this course, Professor Hange, will instruct lecture, so you will be meeting them on Wednesday. Today's just an introduction day since we haven't been to lecture yet, so go ahead and introduce yourself to the person sitting next to you, they'll be your lab partners for the rest of the semester. Once you feel that you've met them enough, feel free to leave." He concludes, turning his attention back to the paperwork on his desk.

You let out a quick sigh, grateful that you were going to get out of lab quickly. You were starving and desperately wanted Ymir to pay for your food, a big power move on your part. You turn to the man sitting next to you to officially introduce yourself but was stopped by the sight of him on his phone. Now that you think about it, you remember him being on his phone the entire time class has been in session. Did he even pay attention to what their lab instructor was saying? It was your time to clear your throat to grab his attention. He turns to you, a little shocked by the sudden noise, but keeps your stare nonetheless. He doesn't say anything though and just looks at you expectantly.

"We, um, have to introduce ourselves and stuff and then we can leave class." You answer his questioning gaze. "I'm Y/N."

His face contours as he understands what you were saying, his eyes widening and his mouth opening slightly. He gives out a chuckle as he introduces himself, "Jean, nice to meet you."

"Ok cool," You respond, somewhat surprised by his pretty and soft name, a seemingly complete contrast to the tattoos peeking out onto his wrists and jaw. "What's your major? I'm nursing."

"Oh, I'm a business major."

Your eyebrows shoot up in surprise. He did not seem like a business major at all, you know, with the tattoos and all. Not to mention this is biochemistry, not an easy science course in the slightest. "Why are you taking BioChem, then? I doubt this is required for you."

He laughs lightly at your question, "No, but I need a science course and I tested out of all the other sciences so I'm being forced to take this one." He answers your question.

Your mouth opens in shock, so he was smart too? Thank god, you think to yourself. You need this, seeing as BioChem is known for being a difficult course and you need to keep your good GPA to get into a good nursing program. You were excited now, thanking whoever did you this good.

You let out a laugh, "Sorry, that's just so surprising. You definitely don't seem like who you portray."

He cocks his head to the side and squints at you slightly, "What do you mean?" He asks.

"Well," you begin, "I mean, you don't seem like the kind of guy to major in business and test out of almost all science courses." You answer, motioning back to him.

"Hmm," is all he responds with, his eyes sweeping over your body and face as he continues to cock his head to the side. You shift uncomfortably at the attention, he gaze never leaving your frame. The silence was making you anxious until he spoke again, "Well, you definitely fit my first impression of you." He says, his eyes finally leaving you as he shifts in his seat to get more comfortable, his elbow sitting on the lab table beside the both of you with his head resting in the palm of his hand, his eyes observing you some more.

You cock your head to the side slightly, intrigued by his statement. "What do you mean?" You ask him.

"Well, you're a judgmental bitch, really." He answers. Your eyebrows shoot up in response, his answer offending you deeply. Amusement washes over his face as he observes your reaction.

You let out a single dry chuckle in response. What the fuck. "Excuse me?" You ask him, your voice dripping in venom.

A large smile grows on his face, "This is gonna be a fun semester, see ya." He says. His grin remains as he grabs his backpack off of the floor and swings it over his shoulder. Meeting your gaze, he gives you a lazy wave and passes by your seated frame to head out of the lab room. You stay seated in shock, still trying to process what had just happened. Who the fuck does he think he is? It had taken a few minutes for you to actually get up out of your seat and walk out of the lab room, the interaction you had with you semester-long lab partner, Jean, stunning you into complete silence.

You had finally made your way out of the room after grabbing your own backpack from the floor, your phone in your hand as you typed out a message to your friends.

[Y/N] Got out of lab, where are you guys? Ymir owes me some food

[Ymir] We'll see about that, but we're almost there

You huffed out a sigh, choosing to lean back against the wall of the hallway as you wait for your friends. You keep your phone in your hand down by your side, not having anywhere to put it due to the skirt you wore. It didn't take long for them to arrive after that, however, seeing the pair make their way to you from down the hallway. You push yourself off the wall to meet your friends halfway, because unlike what Jean thinks, you aren't a bitch, let's forget about that 'judgmental' part, though.

"Y/N! How was lab?" Historia asks as you meet the couple, turning around as the three of you walk in the direction you came from to exit the building and make your way to a dining hall.

"Yeah, what'd we miss?" Ymir asks, her bored tone never seeming to leave.

You groan as you think about lab, the mess that it was giving you a headache. "Nothing, really. We just met our lab partners."

"Do we get to choose our partners?" Historia asks, a hopeful glint in her eyes.

"Yeah, you guys can partner up. Just leave me alone, I get it." You sigh dramatically. It wasn't uncommon for the couple to do things on their own, despite them not necessarily being official yet. It took you a while to get used to it, having been friends with them since freshman year and them not hooking up until a few months ago. Despite this, you're happy that they're happy, and got used to being singled out pretty fast. It's not like you didn't have other friends, though, which you did, but being singled out in your main group was a little shocking.

Ymir groans at your sarcastic comment while Historia lets out a small chuckle, the pair having completely opposite reactions. "You know how much I hate whining, Y/N, shut up."

"But you didn't mind when-" Historia begins to mention to Ymir, her head turning to the tall girl.

"Ew! No! No more." You let out loudly, "Please do not talk about your sex life's with me, I love you both too much to know what you do with each other."

Ymir barks out a laugh, "Oh please, Y/N, you go into details about your sex life, which is non-existent, might I add, all the time. Let us have a turn."

"This is totally different though," You point out, "I've known you guys and your sex life's separately for too long, I love you both, but please, I don't wanna hear how you two have sex. It's like hearing how my two sisters have sex, very incest-y, so zip it."

"Ew." Historia mutters at the analogy.

The three of you keep walking, now making it outside to the Quad. The transition between summer and autumn was your favorite, the air not too warm but not too cold yet either. You enjoy the warmth the sun brings but the slight nip of the cool breeze, the sign that autumn was close to arriving. "Where are we eating, anyway?" You ask, not sure where the couple were wanting to eat.

"Survey, they're serving hamburgers today." Ymir answers as the three of you continue to walk.

"Oh thank goodness." You respond excitedly. Your campus provides three main dining halls, Survey dining hall, Garrison dining hall, and MP dining hall. Personally, Survey was your favorite, mostly because they always give you the biggest portions and had delicious food.

The three of you had finally made it to the dining hall, having found a table and sitting down after grabbing your food. As usual, they gave you the biggest portions and the food was delicious.

"Y/N," Historia's voice pulled you out of the trance that was your food, your gaze moving up to meet her kind eyes, "Are you coming tonight?"

Your eyes squint in confusion, her question throwing you off, "Huh? What's going on tonight?" You ask her in return.

"Our brother frat is hosting their 'Beginning of the Semester Bash', remember?"

Oh shit, that's right. You had completely forgot about it, "Oh yeah! Sorry, it slipped my mind but I'll be there." You promise, knowing Historia likes it when the three of you go out.

Her eyes light up at your answer, "Yay! I'm so excited, AOT hasn't hosted a party in forever." She stresses, her excitement obvious as she basically bounces in her chair. Historia's brother fraternity to her sorority, which she's the president of, of course, was known for throwing the best parties, but they didn't throw many, which is why the party tonight is expected to be insane. AOT is the best frat around, mirroring Historia's sorority as being the best as well. The frat was known to be super selective in their recruitment process, only accepting the best of the best guys on campus, essentially the most attractive and smart. You were never into the whole Greek Life part of college until Historia became part of it, and now there wasn't a frat party that you weren't seen at. You had never joined a sorority yourself, but had been invited nevertheless with your relation to the pretty and chatty Historia.

"Do you need us to pick you up?" Ymir asks you.

You shake your head in response, "No, I'm gonna see if Sasha's going and then we'll ride together."

"Ok, good. I wouldn't have picked you up anyway. Let us know, though." Ymir responds as you roll your eyes at her.

After finishing your lunch, you had returned alone to your off-campus apartment that you share with your close friend, Sasha. Slipping the key into the lock, you unlock the door and step inside the apartment. Immediately, your nose was swarmed with the smell of burnt food. Your eyes widen at the unexpected smell and soon began to water at the onslaught of smoke escaping past you into the hallway. You take a hesitant step inside your shared apartment, bringing your shirt up to cover your nose and mouth, just to make sure, because you could barely see a foot into the apartment. A figure suddenly appears in front of you and you instinctively take a precautionary step back.

"Y/N! Oh my goodness, thank god you're here." Sasha says from her spot in front of you. She immediately grabs your arm and pulls you closer into your shared apartment. You let her drag you deeper into the apartment and in the direction of the kitchen off to the side of the open space. You find another figure at the stove, the smoke making it hard to decipher who the mystery person is who just so happens to be frantically wafting one of your kitchen rags in the air in a desperate attempt to dissipate the thick layer of smoke that occupies your apartment. "Please help us, I don't know what happened." Sasha pleads to you.

"Don't know what happened?" The male voice in front of you exclaims, "You burnt the fucking ramen! How do you burn ramen?"

"Shut it, Connie. You fucked up scrambled eggs last week. How do you undercook and burn eggs at the same time?" Sasha retorts, her grasp on your arm still present.

"I cannot believe you guys." You finally manage to let out, shaking your head in amazement at their, to be blunt, plain idiocy. "Go open the windows and the balcony door and start moving the smoke through there, I'll clean up here." You resolve, letting out an exhausted sigh.

After letting most of the smoke out of the small apartment, the three of you had taken your seats throughout the kitchen and living room eating the pizza Sasha had luckily ordered with her knowledge of Connie's cooking skills. You had met Connie just a handful of times, and always at frat parties. He was a member of AOT himself which was an easy invitation to all parties hosted on campus, and with your connection to Historia you've had no trouble meeting him. You knew that Sasha and Connie had met during one of their freshman year classes and had hit it off immediately, their personalities just too similar and complimenting each other greatly. Also meeting Sasha your freshman year, her fun and easy-going personality had you guys hitting it off as well. You had met Connie by chance at one of the frat parties your freshman year when he tried to flirt with you a bit but failed miserably. He was a mumbling mess and kept stumbling over his words, the loud music and your drunken state not helping his case. Your encounters at parties after had been awkward until you found out about his friendship with Sasha, and now in your junior year of college, you see him many more times being Sasha's roommate.

"So, Y/N," Connie begins from his seat on the couch. You turn to face him from your seat next to Sasha at your kitchen island as he continues to ask you, "You coming to our party tonight?"

"Of course she is!" Sasha answers for you, swinging her arm to rest on your shoulders and pull you into her side from her seat on the barstool next to you, "When have you never seen her at a party?"

"True," Connie nods his head in agreement at Sasha's comment of your punctuality when it comes to parties.

"Would you guys be willing to give me a ride, actually?" You ask.

"Yeah no problem, we'll be there early, though. I have to help set up beforehand. You and Sasha can just hang out in my room." Connie gives you an answer.

"Thanks Connie!" You give your gratitude.

You were leaning against the arm of the couch, lazily swirling the mystery contents that occupied the red solo cup in your hand. Sasha and Connie had told you it was his secret recipe with a giggle, doting the name "Titan Fluid" because apparently it really fucks you up. You probably shouldn't be drinking it, which is why you're on your third cup of it. Sasha and Connie were very right about his drink because you are really, really drunk. A new recruit for the frat was currently trying to hit on you and failing miserably. You found out last year that the frat likes to send recruits your way at parties as a little, harmless prank, because they knew you would turn them down brutally. You don't mind it, of course, you also finding it amusing after the first few times.

"So," He begins as you turn your gaze from the dancing bodies to his lazy stance leaning on the wall beside you, "What's your major?"

Your face twists in disgust and slight annoyance at his horrible attempt of small talk, "Ew, no, don't talk to me."

"Oh." Is all he lets out as he rushes past you and disappearing into the bodies in front of you, probably on his way to seek out the members of AOT who dared him in the first place for their condolences.

You take another sip of the odd concoction Connie had thrown together, it tasting a lot better than when you were sober. A new figure had made their way to you and they immediately bring a smile to your face. "Eren!" You exclaim as you wind your arms around his neck, careful not to spill your drink as you give him a hug. His own arms wind around your waist as he reciprocates your hug. "How are you? It's been a while."

"Yeah it has, I've been good though. How was the first day of classes for you?" He asks as you take your place back on the arm of the couch and he leans against the wall beside you, a beer in his own hand as he takes a sip, his eyes set on yours.

At the mention of your classes your mood immediately turns sour, remembering your biochem lab, specifically, your biochem lab partner. You roll your eyes before answering him, "Ugh, don't even get me started."

Eren chuckles at your response, "Really? Tell me about it."

"I just had biochem lab, right? Which isn't a good start anyway because, you know, its biochem, but I got stuck with the worst lab partner ever." You answer before taking a sip of the juice, taking note that you're almost out and need to get a refill soon.

"Shit, sorry, that sucks. What did they do?"

"God, he's just so pretentious, you know? Like, he doesn't even know me and he had the audacity to call me a 'judgmental bitch'." You scoff at the memory, your blood starting to boil at his offensive comment.

"Dude, what the fuck? Are you okay? That's so shitty, I'm so sorry. Who is he? I'll say something if you want." Eren exclaimed worriedly.

You drunkenly shook your head at him, "No, don't worry about it. I don't even remember the guy's name." You give him a smile as a thanks. Eren continues to look at you with concern in his eyes, definitely not as much when you first started talking about your shitty day but it still remains. You take another sip of your almost empty drink when someone entering the room from the hallway next to Eren grabs your attention. No fucking way. Your eyes widen as you recognize who it is, and you immediately grab onto Eren's sleeve to get his attention. His eyes widen at your touch and he brings his eyes to whoever has yours. "That's him!" You stated, shaking Eren's arm slightly.

Once Eren lays his eyes on Jean, he immediately grimaces. "You're kidding me." He groans.

You turn your head to the side to look at Eren, shocked at his reaction of learning who your biochem partner is. "You know him?" You ask Eren, noticing how Eren has refused to take his eyes off of Jean since first seeing him.

"Yeah, he's a piece of shit." He responds to you, his jaw set and his eyes hard. "Stay away from him, alright? He's no good."

You tilt your head to the side, intrigued. "How do you know him? What's so wrong with him?"

"He's part of AOT and he's a dick, just be careful around him, alright?" He asks you, his worried gaze finally leaving Jean to meet yours.

You nod at him, trusting Eren's judgement. "I will, don't worry." You assure him. Finally releasing his arm, you excuse yourself to refill your drink and find Sasha, needing a change of pace for tonight. You had completely forgotten about Jean in that minute of you leaving Eren in search of more alcohol, thanks to your drunken self. You pass the beerpong table where Reiner and Bertholdt were currently losing to Marco and Marlo, a crowd surrounding the table to watch the tense game. You finally made your way to the kitchen to find Ymir pouring everyone shots and Historia leaning on her, a glaze covering her eyes.

"Y/N! Come here." Ymir calls to you as you get closer to her. She hands you a shot when you get close enough, "Here, take this."

"Ymir, this is literally filled to the rim, I'm gonna black out." You point out to her, at least, you're pretty sure that's what you said but you couldn't be sure in your drunken state.

She gives you a large smirk at your comment, "That's the point. Cheers!" She screams the last part, everyone around you cheering in response and raising their cups. You raise your shot glass anyway and take it, the liquor burning your throat as it goes down. "Ew, fuck. What was that?"

"Everclear." Ymir answers with a glint in her eyes.

"Ymir, you bitch." You murmured at her answer, not actually meaning it, of course. "What's wrong with her?" You ask Ymir, motioning towards Historia who didn't take the shot with you and Ymir.

"She's really high." Ymir sighs, "I'm trying to sober her up a bit before we head out."

You nod in response, your eyes still trained on Historia as she giggles into Ymir's shoulder.

"It's not funny," Ymir chastises, "You shouldn't have taken that last hit."

Historia rolls her eyes but grins nonetheless, "Shut up, Ymir."

"I know you didn't just say that." Ymir says, pulling Historia into her side.

You smile at the pair, "Y'all are cute, it's gonna make me throw up." Ymir rolls her eyes at your sarcastic comment. "Can I get a refill?" You ask her, handing your cup over the counter to Ymir. After grabbing it and refilling it with Connie's mystery juice, you ask, "Have you seen Sasha or Connie?"

Ymir nods, "Yeah, they're in the basement smoking."

"Okay, thanks! I'll see you guys later." You say with a wave and a smile, your now fully filled cup grasped in your hand. You move past the dancing bodies and open the door to the basement, the smell of weed escaping past you as you start your descent down the stairs. There you find a small group of people, all sitting in various areas of the basement passing a few joints around. Finding Sasha and Connie, you make your way to them and plop down on the floor of the couch they sit on now, squishing your way between their legs as they discuss some topic you don't care to listen to. Taking a sip, your eyes observe the room. A group in front of you are shouting at a drinking game they're playing, a couple in the corner of the room are making out and seem to be very into it, and a group taking photos on one of the bare walls in the back of the basement. Footsteps descending the stairs had caught your attention from your people watching and you turn to see who had just entered the room. Your gaze meets Jean and Marco's figures as they make their way down the stairs and your heart rate increases from annoyance. You watch as they turn and make their way towards you when Jean's eyes finally meet yours, his eyes widening slightly in surprise before they squint as his face breaks into a large smirk. They're getting closer to you now and you start to panic, not wanting to talk to him at all. However just as they enter your personal space, Jean sends you a wink and continues past you. Marco, however, takes a seat on the floor in front of you, bringing Sasha and Connie out of their discussion to greet him, you doing the same. The three had started up a new conversation, one that you couldn't bring yourself to engage in, Jean's presence souring your mood immediately.

"Do you guys think I'm a judgmental bitch?" You interrupt the three solemnly. All three turn their attention to you, shock written all over their faces at your sudden question.

"Definitely not judgmental, a bitch though? Yeah." Connie answers, nodding his head at his own answer before Sasha hits his arm in retaliation. "Ow!"

"Dude, shut up. You're gonna make her cry." Sasha mutters.

"Of course you're not, why would you ask that?" Marco says from in front of you, his face twisted in concern.

"Just curious." You answer, not wanting to get into it. Marco was about to say something but was interrupted by none other than Jean, his hand slapping onto Marco's shoulder with his eyes set on you, a smirk dancing on his face. You roll your eyes at his presence and move to stand up, "I need a refill, I'll see you guys later." You leave before anyone can mention your already filled cup and make your way out of the basement to find someone else to converse with. You move back to the kitchen, needing a shot, Jean's presence sobering you up more than you'd like. Finding no one behind the kitchen counter, you make your way around it to pour yourself a shot of Everclear. I need something strong, right now.

Just as you were about to take it, a voice behind you pulls your attention from your task at hand. Spinning around, you find Jean with his dumb smirk just a foot behind you, "Pour me a shot?" He asks you, nothing but honey and kindness dripping from his voice. You squint unassured but turn back around to pour him a shot anyway. "Everclear, huh? You really want to get fucked up tonight." He points out as the liquor touches the shot glass.

"Something like that." You mutter back, turning around to face him and hand him the shot. His fingers brush yours as he grabs the shot glass and you quickly bring your hand back to your side after you ensure he grabs the shot, you would hate to leave a mess at your favorite frat house.

"Cheers." He says to you, his mouth forming into a grin as he shoots you a wink. You squint at him as you take it, never breaking his eye contact. You let out a little cough after the liquor goes down your throat, the strong alcohol burning in its wake. "You really like skirts, huh?" He asks, motioning to your chosen attire of the night, and probably due to the fact that you wore a skirt to classes today.

"Hm." Is all you say, not wanting to give him any sort of the satisfaction he's trying to find with conversing with you.

He raises an eyebrow at your response, "Would you like to say anything to me tonight or would you rather me just fuck off?"

That second option seemed very appealing to you, but just as you were about to say so, Ymir grabs your shoulder from behind the counter you rested on, grabbing your attention. You spin around and slightly bend over the counter to hear her better, the loud music and conversations making it hard to do so. "Hey, help me with Historia, she's passed out. Just stay with us tonight, I don't want to leave her alone to bring you back to your apartment." You nod in agreement, not taking a second to hesitate to help your friend. You turn back around to say your goodbye to Jean, feeling like a good person for a little instead of being rude to him (which, to be fair, he deserves it in your opinion), but the thought leaves your mind as you catch him staring at your butt. He shoots his eyes up to meet yours, and he immediately knows he's been caught. He smiles sheepishly but winks at you anyway, his cocky attitude getting the better of him. You scoff and roll your eyes, moving around him to take Historia back to her apartment.

He looks like he's about to say something before Ymir interrupts him, "Hey, pig." Ymir spits at Jean, "Watch yourself." She warns, grabbing your shoulders to move you in front of you and steers you in the direction of the front door.

You let out a relieved breath, "Thanks, Ymir."

"Yeah, anytime." She responds from her place behind you, her hands staying on your shoulders as she guides you out of the frat house.

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