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jeankirsteinsgrlfrnd · 21 days

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Have you done a piece yet for jean being jealous? If not you totally should. 😋

captain jaeger and jealous jean

pairing: jean kirstein x f!reader (x eren sort of, not really)

wc: 1.8k+

tw: alcohol, inebriation, fluff, cursing, eren’s a dickhead, a little heated at the end 🤏🏻

a/n: thank you for this request! i hope you like it! also not proofread

if you’d ask him, jean would define jealousy as the deafening sound of a pulse canceling out every other noise. he’d also say he doesn’t get jealous. was he competitive? sure, but that didn’t mean he was jealous.

athletic rivals with eren, those two were always butting heads about something, anything. jean was easy to rile up and eren was a relentless tease. eren found an extreme amount of joy in raising the other boy’s blood pressure. but no, jean wasn’t jealous of eren. he hated him and that idiotic man-bun of his. the way he’d blink a certain way and some easily fooled girl would slip him her number. the way things came naturally to him. it wasn’t jealous, he’d say, it’s hatred.

y/n wasn’t the jealous type, either. there were girls prettier than her and she knew that. nothing she could do about it, so she didn’t worry. besides, she didn’t want to be the type of person to make every other girl her competition. she felt like a plain jane and she was contempt with it, oddly enough. she attracted just enough attention to feel pretty every now and then.

so when eren jaeger, the gorgeous captain of the baseball team, chose to talk to her at his house party, she felt divine. she felt seen.

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typical pop music flooded the house, drowning out any sentences that would normally otherwise be coherent. eren jaeger’s living room was flooded with girls in tight clothes and boys who were just a little too sweaty. it was cramped, almost making you feel claustrophobic.

you’d never been to a party before. at least, not the one’s you’d seen on the television. the type where people were passed out in random spots, where the scent of booze lingered heavily, where there were people making out upstairs in the bedrooms. this party certainly exceeded your expectations, despite it still being early on the night.

you’re not quite sure why you’re here. your friend, mikasa, had invited you earlier on in the day. she said that eren had wanted you to come. and with her being his childhood best friend, you believed her. mikasa and you weren’t exactly besties or anything of the sorts, but she was more than an acquaintance.

there you were, standing in the middle of the most popular boy’s living room, dazed and alone. an overwhelming desire to become a wallflower strikes you. fighting the battle of a lifetime, you swat away your urge to be antisocial and head to the kitchen where the drinks are sure to be plenty.

the kitchen is only slightly less crowded than the previous room. a group of people are huddled around the kitchen island. fortunately, you identify mikasa by her jet black wolf cut.

“hey, mikasa.” you shout to upstage the music.

mikasa spins around, revealing a red solo cup in her right hand. ‘mik’ is written sloppily on it in black sharpie. her eyes, with no less than half a pound of eyeliner on them, skim you up and down. as you start to worry about your outfit choices, she smiles.

“y/n, you came,” she starts, “you look cute.” mikasa compliments as she wraps her arms around you.

there’s no chance for you to respond with an attempt of feigning your belonging because eren is breaking away from his spot at the counter. he stands at a crisp six foot one, towering over both mikasa and you. like everyone else at the party, eren is sporting a red cup, holding it by it’s brim. ‘captain’ is written messily on it, along with the number ‘17.’

a few pieces of his dark hair frame his face. wonderous green eyes that search yours. a chiseled jaw you imagine slicing your finger open on.

oh, just looking at him you could bleed.

“hey. what’re you drinking?” he asks, tilting his head down.

casual. his words are casual. like it isn’t your first time truly holding a conversation with him.

“anything, i don’t really…” you trail off as your eyes flicker between his.

this makes eren smile. he throws up one finger on his left hand, signaling you to allow him a moment to find something he finds suitable for you. he rummages through the fridge and pulls out a red wine cooler.

“this good?” he asks, raising it in the air.

“yes,” you yell back whilst nodding your head.

eren comes back as mikasa gives you a look. she tilts her head up and shakes it at her friend before leaning back onto the counter, rejoining her previous conversation.

he stands before you, extending the hand that holds your drink. just as you go to grab it, he raises it so that you can’t reach it. a smile is painted across his face, revealing bright white teeth.

you blush.

“you can have it,” he cocks his head to the side, “after you do a shot with me and my friends. i’ll even let you use it as a chaser.”

your brain has gone completely fuzzy. eren jaeger invited you to his party, gets a drink just for you, and is now peerpressuing you to indulge in bad decisions.

“okay,” you blink. “i can do that.”

he grins and to your surprise, he throws an arm over your shoulder. “thatta girl,” he says, just low enough for you to hear.

eren weasels you two between sasha and mikasa, the ponytailed girl at your side. she pays no mind to your intrusion and instead offers a smile.

“listen, you delinquents,” eren interrupts them. “we are going to do a shot in honor of my pending status of captain.”

“you are so arrogant, jaeger,” a man scoffs.

across the counter, a messy dirty blonde mullet sits on top of a beautiful, angry face. his forearms rest on the granite as his body leans forward, eyes set directly on the man with his arm around your shoulder.

“oh, jean,” eren coos. “you can’t always get what you want.”

grabbing the malibu bottle by it’s neck, jean laughs. “you haven’t gotten anything yet,” his hazel flickers briefly to yours. “we won’t know until tomorrow.”

the way he talks makes a pit form in your stomach. you’re a smart girl, you know what they’re alluding to. it’s you.

“i guess you’re right. but i’m pretty much guaranteed to score,” eren tightens the bun on the back of his head.

“here,” jean slids you a shot glass. it reeks of coconut.

“you don’t have to take it if you don’t want to,” sasha says. “they’re a bunch of dorks.”

“no, it’s fine,” you shake your head as your fingers wrap around the clear glass. the liquid inside is taunting you.

“eren just wants to get you drunk,” jean says nonchalantly just as the cold glass touches your bottom lip.

“i know,” you respond.

it burns. coconut flavor isn’t strong enough to mask the burning left on your tongue. you can feel it light your esophagus on fire as it travels down, settling in the depths of your stomach.

“i’m going to kill you, kirstein.” eren’s voice raises a few notches as he drops his arms from your shoulder.

jean just laughs. he’s not laughing at eren though, he’s laughing at you.

“what’s so fucking funny?” eren hisses.

“she’s too smart for you,” jean shrugs his shoulders.

“are you too smart for me, (y/n)?” eren asks teasingly, looking down at you.

“i just think that you can’t always get what you want.” you blink your eyes lashes at him a few times before grabbing your bottle out of his hands. he looks dumbfounded as you head towards the living room, leaving him with the sounds of sasha and jean laughing at him.

your feelings are hurt, there’s no denying that. you had felt special and now you know you were just going to be a notch on his belt.

after a few drinks, you find yourself back in the kitchen. this time, there’s no crowd of people in here. just half-filled cups and bottles. faint sounds of terrible karaoke are heard.

you’re standing in front of the faucet, staring out the window, watching people do keg stands. eren’s out there egging them on.

“don’t make me take back what i said.”

“about eren?” you ask, turning around to see jean. he’s drunker, too.

he walks around the island, eventually leaning his back against it as he positions himself in front of you.

“about being too smart. you’re still thinking about him, aren’t you?”

“no,” you sigh. “how did you know he just wanted to fuck me?”

“because that selfish prick can’t let me have anything for myself,” he growls. his grip on his cup tightens. it slightly indents under his pressure. “he just wanted to piss me off. i should fucking kill him.”

“what are you talking about?”

“c’mon,” he sets his cup down. jean pushes himself off the counter and leaves mere inches between the two of you. his forehead is hovering above yours. the warmth of his breath makes the hairs on your neck stand up.

“jean,” you whisper. you’ve never been so still in your life. afraid whatever this is might die, you hold your breath.

“you’re smart, (y/n), too damn smart,” he purrs. “use that brain of yours.”

the vibration in his dialect makes your heart race.

“i don’t understand why you keep calling me that,” your lips part.

jean’s fingers find yours. his brush gently along them, leaving a wake of goosebumps. “you knew what eren wanted but you still chose to get drunk. you got drunk and didn’t sleep with him, just to piss him off. i’m starting to think i might be a part of that plan. you want to make him jealous?”

you swallow the lump in your throat. chest heaving with butterflies, you nod.

“good,” jean replies. the space between your foreheads close. his skin is burning hot, warming your entire body. “because he was making me so fucking jealous,” he draws a finger along your jaw and stops at your chin, “dirty fucker had his hands on you.”

“jean,” it’s the only word you can speak. everything else is forgotten.

“i’ve wanted you for so long. do you know what that’s like?” he waits for you to shake your head before he continues, “maddening. and eren knew all about it.”

“why didn’t you say anything?”

“just wanted it to be perfect,” he whispers, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. “and now it is, hmm? i get to piss him off by doing this.”

jean’s thumb and pointer finger center your chin as he draws in closer to you. without hesitation, your lips open slightly as his meet yours. they’re softer than you expected. it’s electric. warm hands snake around your waist, pulling you away from the counter. your brain is scrambled, all parts of you lost in jean.

he pulls back for a second, rubbing a thumb along your side. “can’t believe i let jaeger work me up this much,” he kisses your right cheek. “never been this fuckin’ jealous,” he kisses your left cheek.

“i can’t believe you’re jealous…because of me.”

“especially because of you.”

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crazychaoticizzy · 3 months

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Heart Attack Masterlist

Heart Attack: the greatest rock band in history. Decades after the nasty breakup that followed their final performance in Dodger Stadium, Los Angeles, the six band members finally agree to separate interviews that reveal how they came together and their rise to fame.

And what led to their sudden downfall.

EREN X READER X JEAN

CONTENT WARNINGS: rock band au, love triangle, slow burn, angst, hurt/comfort, fluff, major character death, unrequited love, murder, intoxication, miscommunication, graphic depictions of gore and violence, song references, enemies to lovers, a lot of buildup

CURRENT WORD COUNT: 12,761

AUTHOR’S NOTE: this is an idea i’ve had and have been tossing around in my head since I read Daisy Jones & The Six by Taylor Jenkins Reid (however long ago that was, maybe July of 2023? amazing book, though, you should absolutely read it), and i’ve been seeing a bunch of like famous au’s lately so i thought why not post mine? anyways, i hope y’all enjoy it as much as i enjoyed writing it, and thank you for taking the time to invest and read this <3

AOT MASTERLIST

ALBUM ONE: DEBUT

TRACK ONE: Pilot/Heart Attack - 1.1k words

TRACK TWO: The Bends - 11.6k words

TRACK THREE: Tennessee

TRACK FOUR: Holiday

TRACK FIVE: The River

TRACK SIX: Fragile

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aresofparadis · 6 months

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2 baddies (preview)

pairing: himbo!eren x f!reader x himbo! jean

summary: years of I don't need men attitude led you to rejecting nearly every man who came your way. you knew everything you needed to survive, what did you need a man for?

the reality is... there are some services only a few men... can provide.

tags: ⚠️ 18+ fic!! minors dni!

shared interest, love triangle, no established romantic relationship, FWB, edging, domxdomxdom, switch, car sex, pda, degrading, player eren + jean, multiple partners, adult drinking, legal marj*ana, pot head eren and jean, v*ping, sm*t, oral, m*sterbating, partying, best friend jean and eren.

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skrunklybf-archived · 2 years

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alrighty aphrodite

peach pit

*+:｡.｡ jean k, eren j　　｡.｡:+*

summary: you're caught between a rock and a hard place, and you don't even know it.

tags: college au, love triangle, pining, close friendship, friends to lovers, alcohol use, making out, sexual situations (but not smut)

"You're lucky you're my favorite person."

You hum to yourself, tossing the stuffed animal from hand to hand. Soft worn fur warms your fingers. From his position at his desk, Jean rolls his eyes and continues shoving papers and books in his bag haphazardly.

"Jean, Jean, stop making me live under your bed," voice high and pinched, you speak for the stuffed dog, wiggling him in the air, "it's dark, it stinks!"

The man tosses a laugh over his shoulder. "Yeah, a twenty year old ratty stuffed animal is exactly what girls want to see when I bring them home."

"It's cute, I promise."

"I'm not going for cute [Y/N], I'm going for daddy."

Laying the pup down and tucking him in on Jean's pillow, you can't hide your laughter. He slings his bag over his shoulder and waits for you to gather up your things. Next stop would be your afternoon lecture, which your friend almost always walks you to on his way to the library. You offer him a slick smile as you bid farewell to his childhood memento.

"Bye Puppy, daddy Jean will be back later."

"You should call me that more often."

He holds the door open for you, watching you pointedly with a smirk. You shove his shoulder playfully on the way out.

Things always felt so easy with Jean. Your friendship consisted of endless teasing, movie nights, and takeout benders that end with at least one of you knocked into a vicious food coma. Truthfully, you couldn't have anticipated how close you got in the span of a year. Nobody else in your group of friends seemed to get it like you two did, but it didn't matter -- you found your twin flame.

You contemplate that phrase, twin flame, as the both of you navigate campus. There certainly was a sense of burning energy sometimes. Jean's words often felt so heated, so deliberately pointed; almost always accompanied with a shit eating grin as he stares you down. You let these intense situations roll off your shoulders, though you'd be lying if they didn't plague your thoughts from time to time when you can't fall asleep at night.

"We have arrived at your destination, madame," Jean bows with a courteous wave of the arm, which you curtsy to in reply. You thank the good knight kindly and bid him farewell, eager to claim your favorite unofficial unassigned seat.

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Eren fucking Jaeger.

He's busy typing away at his laptop when you saddle up in the seat beside him. A shy greeting interrupts his key strokes, and he smiles over at you. Breath catches in your chest at the gorgeous sight.

He hangs around with Mikasa and Armin, who you see socially somewhat often, but your quiet time with him here is easily the closest you get to the tall boy. With Jean being your partner in crime, you know all about their weird rivalry -- except for why they have it in the first place. "I just can't stand him." Was the brunette's answer when you asked, along with something about Eren calling him a horse in high school (he was not amused when you meekly agreed to the sentiment).

A few moments pass, allowing you to collect your thoughts and open your notes on your laptop. The light scent of Eren's cologne (something woodsy and clean) tickles your senses and makes your heart flutter. You don't notice his gaze flicking to you more than once or twice until he speaks up, voice hushed.

"You look nice today, [Y/N]."

Suddenly feeling very small, your heartbeat ticks away in your ears. A tiny thanks slips its way out and you absently fiddle with your hair, refusing to make eye contact.

Something has to give. You gotta do something about this fucking crush eventually. Can he just reject you already so you can move on? You find yourself gnawing at your lip, staring at the blank screen before you, and contemplate the long haired boy to your side. You've heard about various girlfriends, you've seen his arm around different bodies at the occasional party you attend -- there's no way in hell Eren Jaeger could be boyfriend material. At least, not the way you want him to be.

Notes taken but hardly any words absorbed in your stupor, you take your time packing up, a subconscious effort to spend more time in Eren's personal bubble. You hear him stand and crack a few joints.

"Are you busy this weekend?" Your heart threatens to stop.

"No, why?" Too quick, too eager, reel it in! With a cough you clear your throat and turn to face him. Sometimes you forget how tall he is -- Eren easily towers over you. He's wearing a casual smile as he speaks and a few stray strands of hair brush against his beautiful cheekbones.

"Well, I'm having some people over on Saturday. You should come."

"Oh, I'm not really a party person..."

Stop, what are you doing? Just say yes, you idiot!

"Not a party. Just a kickback," Eren checks his phone absently before pocketing it again, "you can bring Jean if you want."

Yes, Jean... honestly, the idea does settle your frazzled nerves, even just momentarily. He's quite the security blanket. You hum to yourself for a second before offering a small shrug.

"Sure, just text me when."

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Jean cradles his jaw in his hand, repeatedly refreshing his feed, desperately hoping for something interesting to distract him. It's been half an hour and you still can't decide on what to wear to Jaeger's stupid little get together. A mountain of discarded clothes sits next to Jean on your bed.

"What do you think about this one?"

He lifts his eyes to you. You're holding a simple white tank top against your torso with a flannel draped over your shoulder -- he can see part of your bra poking out beneath your choices. The man forces his eyes away and back to your face. Definitely not the first time you've changed in front of him, but still, he can't help his curious gaze.

"Yes."

"You said that about the last three outfits."

Jean groans and drags a hand down his face.

"You're gonna look hot in anything, [Y/N]. Trust me, it doesn't take a whole lot to impress a guy like Jaeger."

With your back turned, you still flush at the mention of Eren, but throw a scoff over your shoulder. You slip into the tank top and pull the thin flannel sleeves over your arms. "Whatever, shut up." Of course Jean knows, and of course he's none too thrilled. Yet, you didn't have to beg him to accompany you like you thought you would. The man practically jumped down your throat about tagging along. Free booze is free booze, you suppose.

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Annoyance is an understatement. Jean could practically feel his teeth gritting to dust in his mouth as you guide him into Eren's apartment. The music is loud but disembodied laughter could still be heard from different rooms. A little hang out, my ass. There's at least fifteen people crammed into the living room alone.

He's never hated parties. Any chance to get out, drink, and fuck around with his friends is automatically a good time for Jean. But lately, it's felt different. Ever since you drunkenly spilled your guts (and eventually your dinner) about your crush on Eren, Jean felt sick just walking into the brunette's apartment. Fuck, he couldn't even properly revel in beating Reiner's ass at beer pong anymore.

His rivalry with Jaeger was always surface level. Yeah, they fucked around in high school, they talked shit and pushed each other around, but Jean wouldn't say he hated him.

Until he watched Eren snake his arm around your waist and whisper something in your ear, making you smile and tilt your head away to try to hide the heat blooming on your cheeks.

Now he fucking hated him.

Connie finds him easily, as he always does, but his rowdy greeting dies on his tongue once he sees the jaw clenching. The staring. Connie gently nudges his friend, already offering Jean his own cup, and stays with him as Eren guides you away by the wrist.

"You alright man?"

"Fantastic." Jean snags the drink and takes a long gulp. He can't be stressing about whatever shit you're going to get in with Jaeger. Anyone who's been around the shit for more than a day could tell you he eats women up and spits them out again.

Jean's not an angel by any means -- you've bore witness to many hookup stories straight from Jean himself (straight from the horse's mouth, you'd joke) -- but at least he makes it clear that's all it is. A fuck just to fuck, and they're both on the same page. Some aching feeling in Jean's chest tells him that, despite you being so fucking intelligent, you're dumbstruck by Eren and his fucking manbun. And he doesn't feel like he could handle the aftermath of you crying your eyes out over some asshole that just wanted a lay when you clearly deserve someone so much fucking better.

Fuck, he could be that better for you. He could scratch your scalp just the way you like it, he could pick up your usual order from your favorite Chinese takeout, he could listen to you talk about your latest Netflix obsession for hours. Jean was fucking in love with you.

And he can't watch you giggle all over Eren Jaeger, of all people, or he'll puke. He sighs.

You're a big girl. You can make your own decisions.

Jean joins Connie in the corner with Sasha. He's gotta get plastered if he's gonna get over this stupid grudge, at least for the night.

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You felt guilty leaving Jean, at least until Connie showed his perfect little cue ball head. The nagging voice in your head began to settle a bit once you noticed the usual trio chatting away and throwing back shots of mystery liquor. In front of you, though, was a tall drink of a man -- Eren, in his lanky glory. He commented on your outfit once he found you, not even attempting to hide the way his eyes slid up and down your form a few times. An angry wasp occupied your belly as his large hand encircled your wrist and drug you away.

Eren's words are a little slurred, but his voice is so deep as he speaks into your hair. You can nearly feel his vibrations.

"I'm glad you came. You look really good, [Y/N]."

The praise paints your face in pink surprise. Such outward flirting makes your insides twist in a flurry of excitement. You smile up at him, catching his doting gaze for a minute.

"What's the catch, Jaeger?" Attempting to bat your lashes, you sip at the drink he provided you, and lick your plump lips. He arches a brow and smirks. God, he knows how handsome he is. He knows exactly what he's doing to you.

"No catch. Just wanted to spend some time with you, maybe get to know you a little more without your guard dog over your shoulder."

Guard dog? His words slump over you, leaving a slight bitter taste on your tongue. Still, you swallow it down with another sip of bitter drink, and roll your head to the side with a little laugh. A hand settles on your lower back and pulls you closer to him. Eren smells so good, he has heat positively radiating off of his perfect skin -- you find yourself nearly hypnotized by this man.

"Can I get you another drink, beautiful?"

Time fucking flies. You have no idea how long you'd been there, how many drinks you'd had already, or when you planned on going home. There are masculine hands wandering over you, slipping from your waist to grip your ass, and teeth nipping at your neck. You're in a state of bliss. Pushed up against the railing of the balcony, a breeze blows your messy hair to the side to allow Eren better access to his treasure. He hums against your pulse and you grip his shirt tightly, little gasps falling from your lips.

"You always sit next to me," he mumbles into your skin, peppering tiny kisses up to meet your ear, "you always look so amazing. I wanted to get you alone, have you all for myself for a while." His words come rushed, almost jumbled, and you have to fight through your brain fog to piece them together. God, you can't think. Your brain is swimming in a pool of hormones and rum. Knotting your hands in his long hair, placing kisses across his jaw, you claim his mouth and shut him up. Eren slides his tongue over your swollen lips and groans into you, pushing against your body with a sense of need.

Yearning, his fingers dance from your supple ass to the soft skin of your tummy, barely peeking out under your ruffled tank top. A gasp rips from your throat, only seeming to feed his hunger. Eren inches his fingers upward, so slow, as he kisses wet marks down your jaw. Your head is reeling. Fireworks constantly blow over your drunken body, something deep in your tummy coiling tightly.

"Fuck, Jean," slips from your lips, and the fingers pause. The heat from your throat pulls away. As your eyes slide open, vision slightly blurred, you're met with a curious teal gaze.

"Jean, hmm?"

What?

A devious grin envelops Eren's face, his hands now laying flat against your stomach. He works little circles into your skin with his thumbs and attacks your neck again, his tongue easily sliding down to your collar bone.

"What would he think," the brunette slurs into your shoulder, "if he saw us like this?"

Your eyes slide closed. Why is he talking about Jean? You feel his slender fingers work up your top, just under your bra, and your throat nearly closes.

Fuck, did you just...?

"Eren, I'm sorry," voice weak, your arms drop from his head to rest on his shoulders. The man continues his assault on your shoulder, biting and sucking, rocking his body against yours in a hypnotizing rhythm.

"Mm, don't worry baby," he presses his forehead against yours and you can feel his hot breath across your face. You chance a peek and find him staring down at you. "I can bring you back in one piece, if you ask nicely."

Your lip quivers. This feels... wrong. The tangent of butterflies in your stomach instantly drops dead, instead taking on a heavy boulder of guilt. Defeated, your hands fall to pull his wrists down, away from your sweaty body.

This is what you had wanted. This is what you daydreamed about during class, that you imagined in the shower with your hands wandering places you could only dream of him tasting for himself. Why do you feel so... dirty?

"I'm sorry Eren, I... I can't."

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Pathetic was never a word Jean would use to describe himself, except for this very moment. No other string of letters could describe the black hole in his chest he desperately poured mixed drinks into.

Yeah, he beat Reiner and Bert again, and no, not because Connie kept pretending to puke on their shoes when it was their turn to toss. And yeah, the music was good, the booze was free, but fuck, he felt so alone.

You disappeared part way through the night. Nobody Jean casually asked had seen you, and better yet, the host was nowhere to be found, either. Sasha made an offhand comment about how you were probably off getting railed in Eren's closed bedroom, and Jean couldn't hide his distaste.

What a joke. He didn't own you, for fucks sake! He had no business acting like some kicked puppy because you were ballsy enough to make a move on your crush. Still, Jean bites back disappointment and throws back another shot.

The night was dying down, with several people already peacing out for the comfort of their own homes to nurse the impending hangover. He wouldn't leave without you, that's your rule -- you go together, you leave together, unless otherwise specified -- but man, you were hard to track down. Jean peeks a woozy head into the fridge in search of something to snack on, occupy his bumbling mouth. He'd already made too many snarky comments about the night to Connie for his liking.

A hand on his back startles him enough to snap his head up, and into the door of the freezer with a heavy thud.

"Aw, fuck!"

"Can you take me home please?"

[Y/N]?

Your lips are quivering, your arms are crossed over your chest in a self soothing hug. Jean feels his heart drop at the sight.

"Yeah, of course... you alright, bug?"

"I just wanna go home."

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The walk to your dorm is eerily quiet. Your hand squeezes his arm like you'd fall through the Earth without it, but Jean doesn't question it. He doesn't question your messy hair, or the budding bruise over your collar bone. Rubbing assumptions in your face would only alienate you and shove you down further into whatever pit you were currently slipping into. He can be an idiot sometimes, but the universe leant him some brain cells momentarily.

He takes you inside, shoves your mess of clothes onto the floor to deal with later, and sits you down. Gaze heavy and distant, you watch him take your shoes off your feet, you watch him gently slide your flannel off your shoulders and drape it over your desk chair. Jean fishes some comfortable shorts from your drawer and offers them to you with a look so utterly compassionate, it splits your heart in two.

"Do you like me, Jean?"

He's caught off guard by this. Your voice is almost raspy, like when you first wake up. But you're not crying. No, you look deep in thought, your eyes swimming over his. He looks between the shorts and your face, worry lines plaguing your delicate features.

"I mean, yeah, [Y/N]. You're my favorite person, you know that."

"No. I mean, do you like me?"

Jean tosses words around in his head for a moment. Watching you turn up with your tail between your legs certainly slapped some sobriety into his skull, but he could still feel the buzz and tingle under his skin. He sighs.

Ah, fuck it.

"Yeah, I do. A lot actually. Figured it was pretty obvious when I let you meet Puppy."

Relief floods his core once Jean catches your lips twitch upward.

You grab the shorts, rise to your feet, and instruct him to turn around while you change your bottoms. He obliges, as always, but can't help the curiosity burning away at his tongue.

"Why you suddenly wanna know?"

A ball of clothes smacks hard against his back.

"I guess I realized I've been watching the wrong guy."

And you crawl into bed, crawl into his peripheral, looking so angelic as you snuggle under your comforter. Your words are lightning and thunder to his tipsy senses. He allows himself to watch you for a moment, dimly lit by your fairy lights, grin stretching across his face.

All that stress, all that bitterness he tucked away for weeks, suddenly sweeps away from under him when he says, "I'm picking you up for breakfast tomorrow." Content, you nuzzle into your pillow and hum thoughtfully.

"Can you bring Puppy?"

"Fuck you. Goodnight, bug."

Jean places an obnoxious smooch on your forehead, smoothing away wayward locks as he looks down at you. It's all clicking. That tightness in your chest feels oddly welcoming as his stubble brushes against you.

Ah, fuck it.

Your fingers grip the collar of his shirt and pull him down to your level again, planting your lips firmly on his -- he tastes like cherry vodka. Jean lets out a small grunt of surprise, but leans into you instantly, eyebrows dancing close to his hairline. You release him from your hold, and pull back just enough to speak against his mouth, "goodnight, Jean."

°。°。°。°。°。°。°。°。°。°。°。°。°。°。°。

His walk home is a whirlwind. Too many emotions pound against his chest and rattle his core as his mind wanders. Fuck, he's excited. You kissed him, you actually had the balls to kiss him, and that's more than he had the right to claim. How long has he even had feelings for you? Too fucking long.

But fuck, he's still so jealous.

Jean knows the bitterness will fade. He knows the negativity will easily be overshadowed by... whatever the fuck you're pulling him into. But he'd happily let you lead him wherever you want. You say jump, he says 'fuck you. how high?'

Your voice follows him home, wraps around him, and lulls him to sleep.

"I guess I realized I've been watching the wrong guy."

"Goodnight, Jean."

#ah finally #i had to rewrite this bc my app crashed halfway thru #sobs #sorry if it seems rushed?#jean kirstein #eren jaeger #aot #attack on titan #reader insert #jean x reader #eren x reader #jean x reader x eren

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the-massive-simp · 9 months

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gignatic bf using tiny gf as a fleshlight? streching her inside wide open.

omg this idea is so good, thank you anon for sharing this! I hope you like this♡

warnings: nsfw. no pronouns or anatomy mentioned for reader.

♡requests open♡

He lowers you on his fat cock, his muscular arms holding your waist because he knows you won't have the strength to bounce on his dick on your own. He's so thick that you feel split in two, stretched to your limit, but it feels too good to tell him to stop. He slowly increases the pace, moving you faster on his dick, using you as his special fleshlight. You moan shamelessly, too lost in the moment to think about anything that isn't him or his dick or the immense amount of pleasure he's giving you. He moves one of his hands on your abdomen, rubbing it slightly.

"Look at it love, I'm so deep inside of you. Can you feel me filling you up completely?"

He presses the hand on the bulge that his enormous dick is creating in you. It feels so good that the knot that was growing in your belly snaps and you come undone on his cock.

"Aw my pretty baby is already cumming? You're so good for me darling, so good"

He then lifts you off his cock almost completely and then he slams you back down. You feel him twitching, and you know he's getting closer to his orgasm. He repeats the movements again and again, making you cry out his name from the oversimulation. He shushes you and he keeps fucking you, murmuring sweet praises in your ear. You feel him twitch before he shoots thick ropes of cum in you. He keeps you still on his cock while he empties his balls in you, kissing your neck and pinching your nipples.

"My sweet baby you did so good... but we're not done yet"

He flips you over, his big, strong body engulfing your smaller one. He leans down to kiss you passionately before bringing your legs over his shoulders. He starts to pound in your hole, the strength of his thrusts making you cling to his back, slightly scratching him with your nails. You know it's gonna be a long night.

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rumisgf · 2 months

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backshots with eren are absolutely lethal. like, just imagine.

your head is completely buried into the pillow. eren has your back arched real good for him, one hand on your back to keep it that way. you huff out a moan which each of his thrusts, your slick painting his cock and slowly dripping down your thighs as he’s working your third orgasm. you lean yourself forward in an attempt to give yourself mercy, only for him pull you back all the way on his dick. any time you raise a hand to push him back or brace yourself, he slams it back down and tightens his grip on you. it’s all so dirty.

“fuck ren- i can’t- fuckkk…”

“uh uh, stop running. take this dick.”

he takes a hand and slaps your ass, adding to his collection of red/dark purple marks he’s created. you can barely hold yourself up and as bad as you wanna tap out, he just feels so good.

“s-so good…’s too much.”

and he wouldn’t stop anyway, the lewd sounds of your cunt squelching with every thrust and the view of your ass moving back against him is sending him to heaven. not only that, he knows you love this almost as much as he does.

“throw that ass back. yeah, just like that. my good little girl.”

no matter how rough he was you did what you were told and you took him so well, you really are such a good girl for him. your ass was slamming against him as you took every inch of him, you slurring your words and moaning out for him like a prayer.

“s-so wet..y’ make me so wet..”

and oh, he knows. no matter how much you joke around or are too embarrassed to admit it, eren goes to sleep at night knowing no one could ever have you screaming like this, only he knows how to have you soaked in a matter of seconds.

#aot smut #cj’s silly thoughts #aot x black reader #aot #aot x reader #eren yeager #eren yeager x reader #eren yeager x black reader #eren jeager x reader #eren jaeger #eren jeager #eren smut #mikasa ackerman #connie springer #jean kirstein #armin arlert

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chrollohearttags · 5 months

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aot boys + ovulation week (feat. armin, eren, ony, connie, jean and reiner)

exactly as it sounds, another one of my early morning thoughts getting the best of me..a little drabble, nothing more lmao! This is also filthy

content + themes: black coded reader, ovulation, pregnancy mentions, breeding kink, squirting, masturbation, birth control, brief mentions of anal sex, spit play, fingering and some other thingsss

📝: this literally came to me out of nowhere. They are not fact or gospel, just my own opinion. But I could be wrong, feel free to change it how you please.

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eren • the tease: the second he gets wind that you’re ovulating, it’s almost as if he takes the shit as a challenge. He doesn’t directly say anything but he notices the signs fairly quickly. The way you clench your thighs together when he’s around, flustering when he has no shirt on, etc. he finds it so cute in fact that he can’t help but to make your life harder. It’s not a matter of if you’ll cave to your urges but when and he definitely tries to speed up the process. Smirking once he realizes why you’re acting so strange. Walking around the house in gray sweatpants with no boxers, touching you even more so than he already does and is just incredibly flirtatious. Even grabbing your waist as he walks past you in the kitchen. “What’s wrong, princess? You look a lil’ tense, c’mere.” “I’m fine, Eren. I promise..” but he knows better than that when he catches you touching yourself because he happened to say something in passing earlier in the day that turned you on. (mind you: he called you a ‘good girl’ whilst the two of you were doing your morning workouts because you finished a set) but he doesn’t care..now that he sees you writhing around, spreading yourself open and stuffing those nimble little fingers in that dripping pussy, he’s glad to come help. “Look at you..so cute. I knew it.” And you’re in for it now because it doesn’t take long before he’s got you in his lap, back pressed to his chest with your legs spread completely apart as his larger digits are now thrashing around inside of you with a thumb on your clit and he’s whispering in your ear. Pinching your nipples and even kissing on your neck whilst he watches you turn into a drooling mess. “…You just needed me to come help you out. I’m right here..let daddy take care of you, baby..imma stretch that shit out. Use all them’ pretty holes..how’s that sound?”

armin • the sneak: he’s not dumb by a long shot! If anybody can sense when it’s that week for you, it’s him. The brainiac even has it down to a science..even if you don’t tell him, he can guess from the time you’re off your cycle till then. And once he does guess correctly, he’s on the hunt then and you’re his prey. He tries to use reverse psychology and all the other nonsense to lure you in. He clearly sees you’re trying to avoid him and not cave because he knows you’ll pounce like a wild animal the second you do. He’ll say things along the lines of: “it’s okay, sweetheart. We don’t have to do anything you don’t want to.” Or “..I just thought you looked so pretty today, that’s all. I couldn’t help myself but I understand. We can wait until you’re ready.” After an intense makeout session that stops right before things get too far gone. And while he’s playing his little innocent act, you're frothing between your thighs and praying that he rips your clothes off right then and there. He also gets a kick out of seeing you get aroused by the simplest things. For example, when he’s fixing something in the house and his veins protrude from his hands and you wish it was your throat he was squeezing. It doesn’t take two hours, less known a week for you to give in and all but beg him to fuck you! And he’s excited because this man all but dreams of getting you pregnant! “I’ll give you whatever you want, sweetheart..all you have to do is ask.” Declaring as you find yourself on your knees, swallowing his dick whole (because he knows it gets you so wet) before he lightly cups your chin and fills your mouth with spit before rewarding you with a kiss. “Might even put a baby in you..you’ll look so fucking good.”

onyakopon • the pleasure dom: this man…this man right here. You might as well be prepared to block his damn number because he’ll have you ready to live in his skin when it’s all said and done. He knows you’ll try to evade him and act as if you’re just busy but he knows. He can tell you’re nervous around him or not wanting to make eye contact but he wants you to admit it. Tell him what it is that’s really on your mind. “What you acting so shy ‘round me for? Don’t be like that, ma. I’m your man. You can tell me anything.” As if he doesn’t already know you want him to use you as a fleshlight and make you come until you’re seeing stars. That much is apparent by the way you’re rubbing up on his chest, twirling his gold chain and biting the tip of your finger whilst you’re laying in bed. “What’s up with you, mama? Sum’ on your mind? Tell me what you want..” And it doesn’t take him long to deduce or figure things out when you start to move that hand lower towards his gym shorts. Naturally, he strives to give you exactly what you want so moments later, he’s between your thighs, allowing you to rub on his head; wrapped with a silk durag as he devours your pussy. Sucking and lapping on your clit…drinking in your juices. He knows you get wet but it’s not even a full ten minutes of him pleasuring you that you found yourself squirting into his mouth. Of course, there isn’t a single complaint from your man. He lives for it! “Lemme have that shit..c’mon, baby.” Adamant on the fact that he’s not coming up until he’s certain you’re satisfied. Fuck his own pleasure. And once he sets you atop his dick, bouncing you up and down, he’s focusing solely on you. On your orgasms, on the way your body reacts and especially how much you’re gushing down his shaft with those creamy juices. Squeezing him so tight as if you don’t want to let go. “Take that dick, baby..get your nut. That’s all I’m worried ‘bout right now. Get your fucking nut.”

connie • the freak: mr. constance shows no restraint as is but when you’re ovulating, it goes from bad to worse. Because he knows you won’t hold back either. So nothing is off limits! Every position, every kink, every type of nasty, salacious thing you can think of, he’s using this week as a means to let them all out. Your sex drive is super high so he’s matching your energy tenfold. “Imma fuck the shit out you, wait till I get home.” Vowing with conviction when you send him videos and texts throughout the day filled with freaky treats. The stuff you’re saying to one another is down right deplorable but you love every moment of it. He gets especially excited when you send him a small clip of you touching yourself and the web of arousal is twirled around your nails. You find yourselves engaging in every debaucherous activity possible from letting him bend you over the kitchen counter, legs spread open as he pounds you relentlessly..hands on your throat, hand roped between your thighs as it strokes your clit and you’re so sensitive, he loves it. He’s kissing on your neck, telling you how pretty you look. It’s bliss for the both of you. But then things intensity and Connie is NAWT playing. When you keep begging him for more, he doesn’t hesitate. He does everything he can to fulfill your filthy urges. Exploring every kink that you guys have wanted to try. Sucking toes, spitting in your mouth, fucking your throat..he’s using every hole you have. Even that one..he may even throw some liquor or weed into the mix and things really get fun. “Open that shit up, baby. That ass feels so fucking good. Love how nasty you get f’r me..” y’all literally never rest when that week rolls around!

jean • the bedroom bully: jean is a whole lover boy, no doubt..but he’s lowkey a bully in bed! Jean sort of likes it rough and he lovesss that you never shy away from telling him how you’re feeling…sometimes! When you’re ovulating, it depends on how you’re acting and how he’ll proceed. If he knows you’re in the mood and you’re being a bit more aggressive than usual, he’s with it. He’s loving that you’re tugging at his belt buckle, begging to suck him off.. “yeah, baby? That’s what you want? So what are you waiting for…suck this fucking dick.” Petting your head on the way down and trust, he’s not gentle about it. Even making you hold it in place.. “this is what you wanted, right? For me to treat you like a little slut? C’mon, baby..answer me.” Slapping your cheek in the process. If he’s feeling extra rude, he might deprive you. If you’re acting a little shy, he’s gonna find out what’s going on. He’s aware that you can’t control yourself and he doesn’t hold it against you (but he certainly exploits it!) When he sees you on your phone and acting a little secretive, he gets curious..only to find out you’ve been watching porn and he had a field day! “You’re really something else this week..” Pushing you against a wall, shoving his fingers into your panties and roughly grasping your chin as he forces you to keep eye contact. “What’s this? Can’t even wait for me, huh? That’s alright, I’ll take care of you.”

reiner • the breeder: good god, need I say more?! This man’s breeding kink stays on go as is but when ovulation week rolls around, you have to all but lock his ass out of the house because he’s going to be on you so bad and honestly, you want it. You want him just as desperately so you have to be the one to exercise caution because you know he won’t! You’re up against the kitchen counter or folding laundry and he’s all up on you..touching, kissing and licking on every inch of your skin, just not wanting to let go.. “Reiiii, baby..we can’t, not right now.” Whole time, you’re dripping between your thighs, your nipples are erect and you even find yourself whimpering and rutting yourself against him. “Really, sugar? Because the way you’re grinding on my dick says otherwise.” And it’s on from there, you cave! You cave bad..allowing him to bend you over right there, hoisting your skirt up and fucking you like an animal. You’re both so unhinged and primal; moving about the house in different positions, getting filled in each spot. He’s filled you with so much cum, he can barely even stay in it. You’re scratching at his back, faintly grasping him because you’re terribly overstimulated. “C’mon, darling. You can take one more f’r me. You’re gonna look so good when I fill you up..give you my baby.”

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lelelenaxx · 1 year

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Afab!reader

Will literally beg on both his knees for you to ride his face

“Baby please… just wanna feel you in top of my face and be smothered in your pussy. Please baby?” How could you say no to that pretty face of his?

So you take of your pants and underwear and straddle his face. His smile drawn wide and he’s excited. You hover over his face, contemplating whether or not you should push your weight down onto him.

But while you’re trying to reassure yourself, arms wrap around your thighs and push you down, his mouth is sucking and pushing his tongue through your folds and circling around you’re clit

One hand grips the headboard and one is in his hair. Tugging harshly as he brings you through a haven of pleasure.

Your mind slowly fogs up, only being able to focus on his tongue and his mouth. Desperately grinding upon his face. Crying out in pleasure as he recklessly digs his tongue into your aching pussy.

When you reach your orgasm he pushes you right down onto his face, while your body is twitching from sensation he is still digging his tongue inside of you. Devouring the delicious taste of your juices.

KAWATA TWINS ISTG, Hakkai, DRAKEN, Rindou, Eren, JEAN, Kenma, NISHINOYA, AKAASHI, bokuto, Suna, MIYA TWINS, Constance, Megumi, GOJO

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domoqueen · 6 months

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End of a Great Story 🪽🥹

#attack on titan #shingeki no kyojin #eren jeager #levi ackerman #mikasa ackerman #armin arlert #levi ackerman x reader #reiner braun #jean kirschtien #connie springer #annie leonhart #pieck finger #zeke yeager #gabi braun #falco grice #historia reiss #survey corps #anime and manga #anime

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tonycries · 1 month

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"Pull On It. Harder."

Synopsis. He liked to wear that little black hair tie everywhere. Why? Oh, it just reminds him of the way you tie his hair into a pretty lil’ ponytail - all while he's tonguefúcking you to insanity.

Pairings. Multiple x Reader

Content. MDNI, fem! reader, cunnilingus, rough oral (female receiving), unprotected, overstim, slightly long haired! boys, they’re just a bit mean here, pet names (sweetheart), swearing.

Word count. 1.2k

A/N. I love long haired men and no one can do anything ab it.

He’s never seen without that little black hair tie around his wrist.

He likes to take it with him, thumbing that red imprint on his skin whenever he misses you. It makes him think of how he’d run his hands through your hair at night. Or how you’d intertwine your fingers with his when out on dates.

And, of course, how you’d gather his locks and tie it into a pretty little ponytail while he tonguefucks you into insanity.

“Fuck, sweetheart. Barely even touched you and already so wet f’me.”

Nose-deep in your pussy, his bangs partially cover his heavenly view of you - spread underneath him, thighs trembling and cunt dripping all over his freshly cleaned bed sheets. Good, he thinks deliriously, preferring your scent to the overly artificial softener anyway.

He isn’t too worried, though, knowing you’ll work your magic with his hair soon enough. Soon.

“Soon” happens to be when he’s pooling your sweet juices on his lips. Relentless tongue dipping in and out of your quivering hole at a maddening pace. In and out in and out in and-

“Oh, fuck, baby- Hngh- faster, fucking me on your tongue s’good.” Hips bucking up into his hot mouth for more more more. Making out heatedly with your pussy with the urgency of a madman. Stray strands sticking to his forehead, he looks up at you through half-lidded, absolutely feral eyes that devour you almost as much as the mouth on your cunt - soon.

Tongue bullying past your swollen folds, crooking just right to fuck you on it the way he needed to with his throbbing cock. “Yeah, just like that.” you moan deliriously.

His hair tie digs into his skin, as well as yours, as he forces your thighs on his shoulders, reaching to draw tight, little circles on your needy clit. Methodical, and purposeful.

He knew you were close when you reached down to urgently cup his head, bunching those silky locks in two trembling hands. Ever the gentleman - his hand expertly leaves its bruising grip spreading your thighs so shamefully open. Letting you all but rip off the hair tie off it.

Shaky fingers running through his locks, his breath hitches so deliciously as you hastily secure his soft strands into a small, loose ponytail. Movements urgent and as jerky as the snap of that small hair tie.

Ah, there he was - you could cum just from seeing the absolutely feral look on his face. It should be a crime for those beautiful features to be covered by anything other than your dripping cunt.

A predatory grin tugs at his lips against your swollen ones as you finish tying the small band. Ah, now he can really get into it. Your back arches, using the ponytail as leverage to demand more. Need more as he makes out with your pussy with newfound vigor.

Nails digging into his scalp, searing with your grip. You know he doesn’t mind - in fact, he even leans into your touch with a guttural groan, swallowing hard as he drives his tongue deeper into you.

It’s messy - both the ponytail and the way he speeds up maddeningly, your slick smearing across his pretty face, trailing down to the sheets below. Tongue continuing its relentless abuse - over and over and-

At a merciless rhythm that has the bed creaking and you whining in pleasure - the neighbors were sure to file another noise complaint. Annoying old fuckers, should give them a real show.

His breaths are almost as ragged as yours now - because fuck oxygen, he wanted to see his pretty girl fall apart on his tongue. A munch - as you liked to often joke - with no care in the world for anything other than making you cum hard enough to see stars.

“Fuck, baby- m’gonna- m’gonna hngh-”

And not only do you see stars, you probably see the pearly gates of heaven as you cum on his mouth. Convulsing and hips rutting up to ride out your high on his pretty face. Eyes dazed, lips swollen and absolutely pussy-drunk.

That sinful glint in his eyes stays as he pulls away, an obscene trail of saliva and your slick connecting your lips to his chin. Cheeks flushed so deceivingly innocently, strands of silky hair falling out of that disheveled ponytail. A true masterpiece.

He watched you intently, drinking in every dip and curve. Breathtaking, absolutely breathtaking.

But the games are over now.

“Spread them f’me, sweetheart.”

Looming over you, eyes burning with raw desire. Cock throbbing and leaking delicate beads of precum as he positions himself, furiously flushed tip nudging your sloppy hold. He pumps himself. Once. Twice. Being merciful enough to give you a second of respite.

Without warning, he surges forward. Bullying his thick cock into your snug cunt in one, swift thrust. Not stopping till he’s all the way. His lips crush against yours, stifling your cry of pain and pleasure at finally getting what he’s been teasing you with for so long.

You wrap your legs around his waist, pulling him deeper into your dripping cunt. Nails raking down his sculpted back as he starts up a feral, unforgiving pace. Each ram of his cock into your cunt erratic, hitting your cervix and pulsing against that one spot deliberately. Again. And again. Like a madman possessed.

“Baby- Hngh-” you whine sinfully, hips bucking wildly against to meet his almost-animalistic cadence, reaching out a shaky arm towards him. He knows what that means. How could he not?

Holding your hungry gaze as he leans down, sweaty forehead meeting yours. One hand cradles your face, while the other hooks a finger underneath that godforsaken hair tie and pulls. Letting the ponytail - that at this point could barely even be called one - fall apart, just as you were underneath him.

Eyes glassy and dazed, soft little ah! ah! ah! leaving you at each thrust. The only thing behind those pretty eyes being him and the big cock stuffing you full. So close to cumming.

Bangs partially covering the sinful view that was you - but right now, he didn’t care. Not when you’re snaking a hand up to his locks and pulling. Hard.

“Yeah, just like that. Pull on it. Harder.” Fucked-out, broken little grunts leave his throat as he lets you continue your little ministrations, tugging on his hair especially hard when he purposefully misses that little spot he knew drove you wild. Over and over.

Now, he doesn’t want to sound like a masochist - his friends would probably laugh their asses off at that - it’s just it hurts so good when it’s you.

Which is why, two strong hands rest above your head, fingers lacing, pushing you down down down impossibly deeper onto his throbbing cock. You keen in response, “Ah! Hngh- oh, baby jus’ like that. M’gonna cum.”

Ha, as if he’d be that nice.

Pulling out in one, fluid motion, he relishes in your disappointed whine at the sudden disappointment. Taking the opportunity to gather your hair in his fists, fingers deftly forming a makeshift ponytail with a snap! of that little hair tie.

Leaning down to whisper in your ear, voice gravelly and hot against your ear. “Not yet. Suck on my cock without this ponytail falling apart, sweetheart. Then we’ll see about that orgasm, hm?”

Because you love to see his face.

And, of course, he loves to see yours.

- GETO, CHOSO, GOJO, Kuroo, KENMA, Sakusa, EREN, Jean

A/N. I’m ngl this is very much self-indulgent pls.

Plagiarism not authorized.

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crazychaoticizzy · 3 months

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TRACK ONE: Pilot/Heart Attack

And what led to their sudden downfall.

EREN X READER X JEAN

CONTENT: multipart fic, rock band au, love triangle, slow burn, angst

WORD COUNT: 1.1k

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DODGER STADIUM, LOS ANGELES After their highly anticipated performance at Dodger Stadium, Los Angeles, Jean Kirschtein tore off the neck of his bass on stage and ripped a hole in the drums. After announcing his resignation from the famous band, Heart Attack, Eren Jäger punched him.

Following Jean Kirschtein's resignation, Heart Attack fell apart. The performance in Dodger Stadium was their last, and the six band members have not been seen together since.

This biography is made up of a series of interviews compiled over the years by Olivia Russo. This is the first time the band and others involved have spoken on their scandals since they broke up.

JEAN KIRSTEIN, bassist for Heart Attack: Just sit here? Alright. Yeah, of course. Sure you don’t want anything to drink? Okay. [smiling] Hi.

EREN JÄGER, main male vocalist for Heart Attack: We’re gonna make this quick, ‘kay? I don’t wanna talk about this shit. Ask your questions, get a snack or something, and leave.

ARMIN ARLERT, guitarist for Heart Attack: Do I look okay? I dunno, I just feel nervous, I guess. I haven’t really talked about this in years, especially on camera.

SASHA BRAUS, keyboardist for Heart Attack: Oh, I’m so excited for this. Did my hair curl weird? No? Okay. What do you want me to do? Introduce myself? I don’t know, everything’s changed so much since the last time I did a one on one interview like this. Hi, my name is Sasha Braus. I was the former keyboardist and supporting female vocalist for Heart Attack.

CONNIE SPRINGER, drummer for Heart Attack: Ready, kid? You’re in for a ride. I hope you brought snack or something to hold you by, this is a long story.

MIKASA ACKERMAN, photographer and costume designer for Heart Attack: This is for a documentary, right? Or a novel? Oh, okay. Either way, I’ll try to remember everything as best I can.

Y/N L/N, main female vocalist for Heart Attack: Hey. Yeah, of course. Mess with whatever. Maybe you can hide the circles under my eyes. [laughs]

What did you think of Heart Attack?

MIKASA: Well, it was Eren’s dream, so I just kind of went with it. It was fun, though. I really liked everyone we worked with. Most of them were really nice.

EREN: We were on top of the fucking world. The biggest band of the century. Everyone knew our name and we were making millions. I don’t know why Jean wanted to throw that shit away.

JEAN: You want honesty? I fucking hated it. Every single second.

CONNIE: Ooo, getting into the deep shit already? Well, I personally thought it was so fun. More so after we got famous, but it was great even back when we were just teenagers in Mrs. Yeager’s basement.

ARMIN: I kind of felt… indifferent? I mean, yeah I liked it. I was spending time with my best friends. But I would have preferred something quieter, maybe? Something that didn’t have us at each other’s throats all the time, at least.

SASHA: Well, it was definitely stressful. God, especially when I was pregnant. I was so worried about what we were going to do then. I mean, I couldn’t be up on stage at almost nine months. Are you crazy? But then for half of our songs the keyboard is a really big part so it’s not like I just couldn’t be there.

Y/N: I really enjoyed it. Yeah, there were a couple times I maybe wanted to kill someone, but it was fun. Lifelong friends, some of them. All of them, actually, but . . .

SASHA: Oh, well. We figured it out in the end. [smiles]

Y/N: It didn’t end well, as I’m sure you know.

JEAN: What were we? A rock band, according to Google, but what we were doing wasn’t rock.

CONNIE: It’s kind of funny, actually. Before Sasha we were all so uncreative and couldn’t come up with song titles. With good reason, too, that shit is hard. Trying to sum up your song in a couple words? Pfft. We were all useless, especially Eren.

ARMIN: Only the super old fans know this, but our very first song ever, track one on our debut album, was originally called “Pilot.”

EREN: Yes, like the fucking first episode of a show that doesn’t know if it’s gonna do well or some shit. It was not my idea.

JEAN: It was Eren’s idea.

MIKASA: I tried convincing them to name it something else, but they wouldn’t budge. I suggested just their band name and they said, “No, that’s too basic. We need something unique.” They didn’t change it until Scout Records told them to. And guess what they changed it to.

CONNIE: We changed the first song to “Heart Attack” in… let’s see, 2018 or somewhere close to that. 2019, maybe?

JEAN: Naming our first album “Debut” was Eren’s dumb ass idea, too. Uncreative prick.

EREN: No one else had any better ideas, so we just went with what I said by default. It’s not like anyone cared, anyway.

What can you tell me about Marco Bodt?

SASHA: Sorry, darling. I don’t know much about him other than he was the band’s first keyboardist.

Y/N: Just what Annie and everyone else told me way back when. I don't remember much.

MIKASA: Oh, I wasn’t around them enough at the beginning to know him. That was around the same time my mom had started getting me ready to take over the store, so I spent almost all of my free time with her.

ARMIN: I don’t really remember him. I had him in my Chemistry class before I dropped out. He was my table partner, I think. He was nice, though. We tutored each other sometimes. And, of course, he was over at Eren’s with us a lot.

CONNIE: I loved Marco, man. If you met him, you knew you had just met the sun. He always had such a bright outlook on everything. He was like Switzerland when we started arguing. And he always came up with the best compromises.

EREN: Marco was amazing. I felt bad all the time because he was always breaking up arguments. I have no clue why he was friends with us.

ARMIN: We were definitely annoying. It took a special kind of patience to deal with us, especially at that age. Marco always handled it so well, though. I think he and I would’ve ended up being much better friends if we were given the chance.

JEAN: Someone did their homework. You know about Marco? Course you do, you’re fucking [incoherent]. Uhm, Marco… God, I haven’t talked about him since he died. I don’t even think the really old fans know about him, to be honest. Well, Marco was . . . I think he was the first boy I ever loved.

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