#marco bodt smut
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hihi! can i request aot boys x reader hcs abt their "songs"?? like if their relationship had a specific song, what would it be,, tysm in advance and im sorry if this doesn't make sense 😭
ꕤ aot boys & their songs with you ꕤ
a/n: i LOVE this request so much. thank you so much!! it made me so emotional LOL imo requests like these really personify the character UGHHH i’m weak
♡ eren jaeger- my kind of woman by mac demarco
♡ armin arlert- yellow by coldplay
♡ jean kirstein- k. by cigarettes after sex (i cant imagine it being anything other than this because of @akisbrew ‘s AMAZING fanfiction. please check it out and show her love! it’s called ‘okay, bambi.’)
♡ connie springer- lovers rock by tv girl
♡ levi ackerman- skinny love by bon iver
♡ erwin smith- just the two of us (feat bill withers) by grover washington jr
♡ reiner braun- lover by taylor swift
♡ bertholdt hoover- falling for the first time by the bare naked ladies
♡ porco galliard- sugar by brockhampton
♡ zeke jaeger- accidentally in love by counting crows
♡ marco bodt- flightless bird, american mouth by iron & wine
♡ hey since u made it this far go read my jean fanfic or else
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flashback 2: the disappearance of eren jaeger
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content warnings: descriptions of death (please read carefully)
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jean’s pov:
from the beginning it was always eren, mikasa, and armin. but in the middle it was me, marco, and eren. somewhere along the lines, eren found family with us, too.
“i can’t believe it! you guys we’re going to start college!” marco said excitedly; walking ahead to turn to face eren and i. “isn’t that so crazy? it feels like just yesterday we forced eren to hang out with us,” he giggled at eren. he got too excited whenever he smoked. “come on, marco, get your shit together,” he was being such a nuisance.
“jean don’t piss your pants,” eren laughed at me. “we’re living together now; at least try to sound excited,” eren got the same way. how is it that i’m the only one that acts normally? eren skipped ahead, grabbing marco’s hand before they started skipping together.
i had to run to catch up, “come on guys! you look like dumbasses!” i criticized them, but i couldn’t keep the smile off my face. the street was dark and empty, anyway. it was weird to think we were finally here; in sina. we’ve only been talking about it since freshman year. it was eren's idea, and marco would follow him anywhere. and i would follow marco anywhere. all three of us... it just felt right.
eren and marcos hands unclasped in a second. in another, eren was thrown against the wall beside him. his body hit it with so much force, the shop window shattered at the contact. “eren!” with all of my attention turned onto the brunette, i didn’t see marco get snatched. eren got up quickly, coughing lighty, “zeke..” his voice trailed. i turned to look at the direction of his gaze.
a blonde man held marco in a chokehold. he was struggling against the grip; legs trying to stay on the ground while his hands clawed at the hand around him. “what are you doing?” eren asked, his voice was quiet with shock. in the presence of this man, eren turned inward on himself. the smiles on all of our faces just a minute ago were wiped clean off.
“looks like you’re already loving college life, eren,” he spoke. i was frozen; we both were. marco looked to me, our eyes locking. it snapped me our of my state of fear, “hey what the fuck are you doing?!” i exclaimed, taking a few steps toward the strange man. he knows eren? what’s he trying to do with marco? my brain was still trying to catch up with all the information thrown at me. “you don’t want to get any closer,” he spoke again. the growl in his voice made me stop immediately. my body sensed the danger before i saw it.
looking up at his face; his eyes were completely black. it’s just a play on lighting, my brain tried to rationalize. if my eyes could get any bigger, they did when he smiled ear to ear. revealing long and sharp fangs. i couldn’t move. not even if i wanted to. “zeke. don’t. just leave!” my head wouldn’t move to face eren, but he didn’t sound surprised by the sight in front of him; just scared. his voice wavered.
marco continued to struggle, movements becoming weaker with the lack of airflow. move! do something! “let him go! i don’t need another lesson!” eren yelled out; like a scared little kid. he appeared in my peripheral vision; reaching out. but i still couldn't move. my feet were cemented in their place. i felt so fucking useless, why can’t i just MOVE.
in the next second, ‘zeke’ was across the empty street from us, letting marco go. he clenched at his throat, no longer having any pressure on it. he started coughing up blood on the pavement. he looked over to me before the man grabbed him again. his fangs sunk into marcos neck in another instant. and then marco was screaming in agony. his screams snapped me out of my state; eren started running to the other side, and i joined right behind him.
the man let him go again, but marco was on his knees in agony; his raw screaming cut through the air, “go!” he was able to yell out. his eyes glinted with terror. he weakly motioned with his hand, telling us to leave.
“marco!” eren called to him, but the man grabbed him again, and then he was even further in front of us. everything felt futile. like no matter how fast or far we ran, we would never reach marco. “so whaddya think eren, should i let him turn?” zeke had to yell to get his voice across the street, “zeke!” eren screamed; not giving him an answer to the question i couldn’t understand.
he picked him up from the floor; hands on his neck, gripping marco’s jawline with his fingers. the crack of bones registered in my ears before my eyes saw anything. and then marcos head twisted in an inhumane way; almost 180. his screams stopped- he slumped to the floor. he wasn’t moving. marco wasn’t moving. and neither were i or eren.
we just started in horror. marco’s body laid in the street as zeke approached us. he was in front of eren now. no. no not him too. i began to run to him, but zeke’s voice rang out, “just one more year,” his voice was almost soothing; his teeth were stained with the red of my friend’s blood.
as soon as he appeared, he was gone. eren and i didn’t move to marco for a few seconds, still trying to process what was in front of us. and then my feet moved on their own. my hands moved on their own; pumping on his chest. deep down, i knew it wouldn’t bring him back; his neck was bloody and his head turned in a way that couldn't be reversed.
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most people spend the first year anniversary of a death celebrating their life, or stowing themselves away all day. maybe that’s true for death’s that aren’t gruesome acts. marco’s death was vile, and the responsibility and guilt i felt for it was constantly eating away at my brain. on this day, i’d be ‘celebrating’ by throwing liquor down my throat and distracting myself with sex.
and that’s why i let historia lead me to some random dirty bedroom at a party house. our hands were wrapped around each other; our lips connected. i was in the middle of taking her shirt off when the door opened. “hey, jean,” it was eren's voice that called after me. i didn’t even realize he was at this party; when’d he show up?
we made eye contact with each other; both pausing. “oh,” he muttered before closing the door. historia started giggling beneath me, “what’s so funny,” my words were hard to get out through the alcohol. she covered her mouth with her hand, “i’ve been fucking him,” her giggling continued, “oops.” oh. shit. eren never told me. i pushed myself off, going after him.
but he wasn’t in the house anymore; must’ve just gone home. i just hoped things weren’t serious between them; i didn’t want anything to come between us. i couldn’t take losing him too. i sobered at the thought; but i figured walking to the apartment was the best option.
“eren,” i spoke. putting the keys to our apartment onto the keyring in the kitchen. “hey, i’m sorry man, i didn’t know you were screwing her too,” i laughed into the quiet room. it was then that i heard the shuffling. it was erratic.
confused, i made my way to eren’s room. passing by marco’s room on the way. i shivered, thinking about its untouched state. eren wanted to clean it up; i couldn’t bear to think of moving anything knowing that's how he left it last. i turned the cold knob on eren’s door; it squeaked as i pried it open. on his bed lay a suitcase, clothes filled it, but most of the space was taken by pictures and mementoes.
“eren..” this time, my voice dragged out laces with confusion and sadness. “where are you going?” it was a question, but my voice was a plea. it was as if he didn’t hear me, eren was still pacing around his room frantically gathering things from his drawers and walls. “EREN!” this time i shouted it. my voice finally broke through his barrier, and he turned to me. his eyes were broken; they looked the same as the night marco died. “i’m going back home for a bit,” his voice was shallow, like it took all his energy to answer me.
my hurt was soon replaced with anger. “because i hooked up with historia? i didn’t know! and what suddenly you care so much?” i raged.
“IT’S NOT BECAUSE OF HER!” eren was quick to shout back. “it’s not my choice. dad said to come home, so that’s what i have to do.” he quickly covered up his previous emotions, and he attempted to turn his face to stone. still, his features twitched. he couldn’t do this. he couldn’t just leave?
“after marco? i need you,” my voice cracked halfway through the sentence. tears stung at my eyes, i took a breath to keep them from slipping out. his face lit up again, he sucked in a breath too. “i’m sorry jean. it doesn’t just hurt you. but i can’t stay.” he stopped filling the bags in front of him, and met my eyes for the first time tonight. i still didn’t understand; he could see it on my face. “it’s zeke. i’m doing it for marco,” his voice broke.
even after all this time, we never addressed what really happened that night. the official report says marco died from a neck injury; the mysterious bite wound around his carotid was gone. healed is a better word. i know what i saw. but eren dodged any questions i tried to bring up. so i left it at that; not wanting to take the risk of him leaving, too. i guess that’s pointless now.
sometimes it feels like i chose eren over answers for marco; but i can’t let myself think that. i’m already guilt ridden over his death; allowing myself to feel a burden for that too would throw me over the edge. “i don’t know when i’ll be back. just don’t tell the others,” eren continued at my lack of response.
i couldn’t believe it, “don’t tell the others? so you’re just gonna disappear on everyone?” i knew zeke was his brother, but in this moment it felt like eren was choosing him over everyone he had here. it didn’t make sense. what does he have over him? “yes,” he was resolute in his answer. i didn’t want anyone else to have marco’s end; so i obliged.
“eren,” my voice was hallow, “you’ll come back soon right? i can’t be here without you. it’s-” i couldn’t finish my sentence. trying to live life without marco was hard enough. actually, it was debilitating. his absence was everywhere; i couldn’t do that with eren, too. at the thought; i felt empty, my vision seemed to go hazy.
he sighed, “i don’t know, jean. i really don’t.” i knew there was nothing i could do to make him stay. zeke’s distorted face was burned into my mind; and i knew this was bigger than me. bigger than eren, too. i didn’t want to face the possibility that this could be a goodbye.
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i walked into my dorm. the one i shared with connie. paying a three person rent by myself wasn’t possible. marco’s room is gone; all that’s left of him is a puny box. it’s all his fault. but this night; a presence was in the dorm. turning on the light, i saw eren sitting on my furniture.
it had been about a year since i last saw him. i stopped counting the days he was missing at month three. i understood he had to go home; but i wasn’t expecting him to cut contact with everyone for so long. i had no idea what to tell my friends; getting into a fight over historia was the first thing that came to mind. so, i rolled with it until it snowballed into an even bigger mess.
i might’ve cursed him out, but i realized the man that stood before me wasn’t eren. he was different. physically, yes, but there was also something about his energy that was completely shifted. “new place, huh.” he said. his voice was cold; it cut through the air like a thin blade. i had known him for years; and i never knew he could sound like that. it irked fear inside my body i hadn’t felt since i saw zekes true face.
all i could force out was a scoff. fuck him, i internally seethed. in the beginning of his disappearance, i had imagined the day he would come back, and everything would be normal again. but i’ve known for months now that i would never forgive him. “you’re back now?” i bit into him.
“yes.” he sat unnervingly still. nothing about his demeanor or facial expression showed any sort of emotion. “for how much longer? you planning to just up and leave again,” i couldn’t help raise my voice. worst of all, i couldn’t figure out if i would be happier to never see him again. the indecision is what kept my emotions faltering.
he didn’t respond to me. getting up from his place on the couch, he strode over to the kitchen before grabbing a knife from the counter. fucking connie, leaving them out like toys. i tried to push out the twinge of fear i felt. eren wouldn’t do anything to me; but i wasn’t sure this was eren.
“sorry for the bad mood,” he met my gaze for the first time in a year, “i’m just hungry.” he chucked, letting his head fall. he just stood there laughing at the floor. when he brought his eyes back up, they were black. just like zekes. “no,” i muttered.
i took steps back toward the nearest wall, but eren didn’t follow. just stood there. i gathered my breathing; attempting to calm myself down. that’s when he reached into his pocket, pulling out a paper. i knew what it was. the picture of marco. i had enough pictures from my childhood with marco; i split the picture of the three of us and gave that half to him. surprise didn’t cover the emotion learning that he still had it.
he took a few steps closer to me, handing the knife over. he looked around, but eventually spotted a cup sitting on a table that seemed sufficient for him. “you already know,” he said. he wasn’t referring to what he wanted me to do. it was the reasoning behind it. he confirmed the suspicions i theorized in the year following marco’s death.
“can’t believe you’re one too,” i said with disgust, cutting the palm of my hand open before letting my blood fall into the cup before me. i didn’t know why i did it; maybe part of me knew he would just find someone else. and maybe they wouldn’t be willing.
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a/n: sorry for this LOL happy chapters are planned :)
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Hi send shit you wanna read abt🙏🏼🙏🏼🙏🏼🍄🍄😇😇
#aot smut#aot#attack on titan#demon slayer#anakin fanfiction#anakin smut#eren yeager#anime#anime fanfic#genya shinazugawa#titan eren x reader#rengoku x reader#titan eren#erenyeager x reader#levi attack on titan#jean krischtein#marco bodt#reiner braun#hange aot#mikasa ackerman
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No thoughts except Marco going down on me while he pulses two fingers inside and grasping his dark locks as I come against his mouth 🤤🤤🤤🤤🤤
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Chapter 7 is out! 🥰
#jean kirsten smut#jean kirschtein x you#jeanxreader#jean aot#aotau#aot porco#aot angst#aot fanfiction#aotfanfic#marco bodt#attackontitanau#attackontitan#wattpad#ao3 fanfic#marco x you
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Request rules.
I don't write smut but I will write steamy make-out scenes and all that.
I will write fem!character x fem!reader, male!character x fem!reader, male!reader x male!reader. All of it including gender neutral reader.
I also only really write x reader fics.
My Masterlist - What I've already written, I update when I post.
REQUESTS ARE CLOSED DUE TO HAVING LOTS OF REQUESTS!
- Thanks for the requests though! :)
Keep an eye on this as I add more characters as I watch more shows/movies!
People/characters I will write for:
DYSTOPIAN and ACTION:
- Hunger Games - Peeta Mellark, Katniss Everdeen, Haymitch Abernathy, Finnick Odair, Johanna Mason, Annie Cresta, Lucy Gray Baird, Sejanus Plinth.
- Maze Runner - Thomas, Newt, Gally, Minho.
- Kingsman - Harry Hart (Galahad), Gary "Eggsy" Unwin (Galahad), Hamish Mycroft (Merlin), Jack Daniels (Whiskey).
- Zombieland - Tallahassee, Columbus, Wichita.
- Luther - John Luther, Alice Morgan, Justin Ripley.
- Call of Duty - John Price, Simon "Ghost" Riley, John "Soap" MacTavish, König, Alejandro Vargas, Kyle "Gaz" Garrick, Kim "Horangi" Hong-jin, Valeria Garza, Keegan Russ.
- The Boys - Homelander, Starlight, Soldier Boy, Black Noir, Billy Butcher, Hughie Campbell, The Deep, Queen Maeve, A-Train, Translucent.
- Gen V - Marie Moreau, Emma Meyer, Jordan Li, Andre Anderson, Cate Dunlap, Luke Riordan and Sam Riordan.
- Fallout - Cooper Howard (pre and post Ghoul), Lucy MacLean, Maximus.
- The Walking Dead (I've only seen the first season so no spoilers please!!) - Rick Grimes, Glenn Rhee, Lori Grimes, Andrea
HORROR:
- Scream - Billy Loomis, Stu Macher, Dwight "Dewey" Riley, Randy Meeks, Richie Kirsch, Sam Carpenter, Tara Carpenter, Chad Meeks-Martin, Mindy Meeks-Martin, Ethan Landry.
- The Lost Boys - Michael Emerson, David, Star, Marko, Dwayne.
- What We Do in the Shadows - Nandor the Relentless, Laszlo Cravensworth, Nadja, Guillermo de la Cruz.
- Late Night with The Devil - Jack Delroy
- Renfield - R.M Renfield.
- A Quiet Place (1&2) - Lee Abbott, Evelyn Abbott, Emmett.
- The Boy - Brahms.
- Fight Club - Tyler Durden, The Narrator.
- Alien - Ripley, Dwayne Hicks, Hudson.
- Saw - Adam Faulkner-Stanheight, Amanda Young, Peter Strahm, Mark Hoffman.
- The Crow - Eric Draven.
- Midnight Mass - Sheriff Hassan, Father Paul, Riley Flynn.
MARVEL:
- MCU - Tom Holland!Peter Parker, Andrew Garfield!Peter Parker, Bruce Banner, Steve Rodgers, Tony Stark, T'Challa, Stephen Strange, Logan, Scott Lang, Wanda Maximoff, Clint Barton, Natasha Romanoff, Yelena Belova, Matt Murdock, Valkyrie, Carol Danvers, Peter Quill, Bucky Barnes, Phil Coulson, Gamora, Thor Odinson, Loki Laufeyson, James Rhodes, Pietro Maximoff, Druig, Sam Wilson, Shuri.
- Spiderverse - Hobie Brown, Miles Morales (both variations), Gwen Stacy, Miguel O'Hara, Pavitr Prabhakar, Peter B Parker, Spider Noir.
- X-Men and others (Deadpool etc) - Young!Charles Xavier, Young!Erik Lehnsherr, Nightcrawler, Jean Grey, Scott Summers, Nathan Summers, Wade Wilson.
DC:
- The Dark Knight Trilogy - Christian Bale!Bruce Wayne, Jonathon Crane.
- The Batman - Robert Pattinson!Bruce Wayne, Selina Kyle.
- Justice League - Diana Prince (Wonderwoman), Arthur Curry (Aquaman), Clark Kent (Superman).
- Gotham - David Mazouz!Bruce Wayne, Jerome Valeska, Jerimiah Valeska, Alfred Pennyworth, Jim Gordon, Selina Kyle, Ed Nygma, Barbara Kean, Oswald Cobblepot, Victor Zsasz, Harvey Bullock, Jonathon Crane, Jervis Tetch, Victor Fries.
The Suicide Squad - Jared Leto!Joker, Harley Quinn, Rick Flag, Chris Smith (Peacemaker), Robert DuBois (Bloodsport), Chato Santana (El Diablo).
ANIME:
- Attack on Titan - Eren Yeager, Levi Ackerman, Mikasa Ackerman, Armin Arlert, Jean Kirstein, Reiner Braun, Annie Leonhart, Sasha Braus, Erwin Smith, Miche Zacharius, Hitch Dreyse, Kenny Ackerman, Marco Bodt, Pieck Finger, Porco Galliard, Colt Grice, Bertholdt Hoover, Nicolo, Ymir, Zeke Yeager, Floch Forster.
- Demon Slayer - Giyu Tomioka, Mitsuri Kanroji, Obanai Iguro, Muichiro Tokito, Shinobu Kocho, Kyojuro Rengoku, Tengen Uzui, Kanao Tsuyuri, Tanjiro Kamado, Zenitsu Agatsuma, Inosuke Hashibira, Gyutaro, Daki, Enmu, Hinatsuru, Makio, Suma.
- Castlevania - Alucard, Sypha Belnades, Trevor Belmont, Carmilla, Lenore.
- Tokyo Ghoul - Ken Kaneki, Juuzou Suzuya, Touka Kirishima, Kuki Urie, Ayato Kirishima, Itori, Uta, Hideyoshi Nagachika.
- My Hero Academia - Shota Aizawa, Hizashi Yamada, Tenya Ida, Ochaco Uraraka, Denki Kaminari, Eijiro Kirishima, Kyoka Jiro, Hanta Sero, Shoto Todoroki, Katsuki Bakugo, Itsuka Kendo, Tamaki Amajiki, Hitoshi Shinso, Keigo Takami, Mirko, Dabi, Himiko Toga, Jin Bubaigawara.
- Obey me - Lucifer, Mammon, Levi, Satan, Asmodeus, Beelzebub, Belphegor, Diavolo, Barbatos, Simeon, Solomon.
- Haikyuu! - Daichi Sawamura, Kōshi Sugawara, Asahi Azumane, Tobio Kageyama, Tadashi Yamaguchi, Kiyoko Shimizu, Keishin Ukai, Tetsurō Kuroo, Kenma Kozume, Tōru Oikawa, Hajime Iwaizumi, Kōtarō Bokuto, Keiji Akaashi, Wakatoshi Ushijima, Satori Tendō, Yūji Terushima, Kiyoomi Sakusa, Atsumu Miya, Osamu Miya.
- Avatar the Last Airbender - Zuko, Katara, Sokka, Aang, Azula, Ty Lee.
- Avatar: Legend of Korra - Korra, Asami, Mako, Tenzin, Iroh.
MUSIC:
- Waterparks - Awsten Knight, Geoff Wigington, Otto Wood.
- My Chemical Romance - Gerard Way, Mikey Way, Ray Toro, Frank Iero, (all the killjoys).
- Pierce The Veil - Vic Fuentes, Tony Perry, Jaime Preciado.
- All Time Low - Alex Gaskarth, Rian Dawson, Zack Merrick.
- Ice Nine Kills - Spencer Charnas, Ricky Armellino, Patrick Galante, Joe Occhiuti, Dan Sugarman.
- Palaye Royale - Remington Leith, Emerson Barrett.
- Others - Oli Sykes, Ronnie Radke, Andy Hurley, Brandon Flowers, Chris Motionless, Kellin Quinn,, John O'Callaghan, Josh Franceschi, Lzzy Hale, Hayley Williams, William Beckett, Noah Sebastian, Will Ramos, Will Ghould, Dave Grohl, Vessel (Sleep Token).
- Metal Lords - Hunter, Kevin, Emily.
SCI-FI:
- The Sandman - Dream, Corinthian.
- Prey - Naru, Taabe.
- Stranger Things - Steve Harrington, Nancy Wheeler, Jonathon Byers, Max Mayfield, Robin Buckley, 001, Dimitri, Eddie Munson.
- Star Wars - Anakin Skywalker, Luke Skywalker, Obi-Wan Kenobi, Han Solo, Rey, Kylo Ren, Boba Fett, Poe Dameron, Din Djarin, Cal Kestis.
OTHERS:
- Barbie - Barbie, Ken.
- Monster High - Frankie Stein, Clawdeen Wolf, Cleo de Nile, Deuce Gorgon, Draculaura, Lagoona Blue, Abbey Bominable, Clawd Wolf, Gillington Webber, Heath Burns, Holt Hyde, Jackson Jekyll, Neighthan Rot, Operetta, Robecca Steam, Rochelle Goyle, Venus McFlytrap, Kieran Valentine, Porter Geiss.
- Euphoria - Rue Bennett, Jules Vaughn, Maddy Perez, Cassie Howard, Fezco, Lexi Howard, Nate Jacobs (nothing abusive).
- Wonka - Willy Wonka, Fickelgruber.
- Saltburn - Oliver Quick, Felix Catton, Farleigh Start, Venetia Catton.
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I know that's quite a long list and if you want me to write for a character not on there then just ask :)
#masterlist#fanfiction#fanfic#x reader#x yn#marvel#dc#star wars#stranger things#attack on titan#castlevania#avatar the last airbender#waterparks#my chemical romance#emo bands#sandman#prey#predator#obey me#haikyuu#x you#kingsman#hunger games#maze runner#spiderverse#x y/n#writing#oneshots#what we do in the shadows#wwdits
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Hi hello there!
First of all, I’d like to say that this sideblog will eventually become a rp blog for Reiner Braun ( anime based ). As of right now, I’ll mostly be seeking out rp partners via discord.
What I’m looking for is some Attack on Titan / Shingeki no Kyojin roleplay.
I have years of rp experience, and tend to write medium to longer length replies. Literate too, but I’m not strict about anyone’s grammar or style. I prefer to write third person, and hope my partners will as well. I’m in my 30s, so keep that in mind. I prefer at least 18 of age, due to graphic themes in the roleplays (gore, angst, spice if applicable ). I’m all for NSFW themes so long as it isn’t simply smut without any kind of plot.
I prefer writing canon characters, and while I’d rather also write with canons, OCs are not out of the question. If I vibe with the character and the idea, I’m happy to explore it. I have a lot of favorite ships, but please feel free to mention a character you’d prefer to play if it isn’t on the ‘wanted ship’ list. It doesn’t have to be a romantic roleplay. It can be platonic, a one sided pining, toxic - whatever, so long as we both agree to it.
Full list of Characters I am interested in playing: BOLD who I am most interested in writing.
Reiner Braun
Levi Ackermann
Erwin Smith
Bertholdt Hoover
Zeke Jeager
Eren Jaeger
Armin Arlelt
Porco Galliard
Annie Leonhart
Miche Zacharius
Marco Bodt
Falco Grice
Hange Zoe
Jean Kirschtein
Ships I’m most interested in: Bold being who i’d prefer to play.
Reiner x Bertholdt
Levi x Erwin
Reiner x Galliard
Reiner x Eren
Armin x Annie
Armin x Eren
Miche x Erwin
Miche x Hange
Hange x Levi
Erwin x Zeke
Marco x Jean
Bertholdt x Annie
Mikasa x Eren
Zeke x Levi
Levi x Eren
Conny x Reiner
I’m down for discovering other ships. These are just suggestions of what I love, in case you do too. Again, doesn’t have to be romantic or NSFW heavy, but here are my primary interests. I’m down for exploring different dynamics, etc.
I love aus, I love a wide variety of different tropes and ideas, so let don’t be afraid to message me on my primary account: americanasitgets in case i don’t see a response on this message.
#AOT rp#snk rp#Shingeki no Kyojin roleplay#Shingeki no Kyojin rp#attack on titan rp#attack on titan role play#Reiner Braun rp#anime rp#discord rp#( ooc ).#Shingeki no Kyojin#Attack on Titan
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Attack on Titan/Shingeki no Kyojin Masterlist | Last Updated: 6/12/23
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Fluff = 🥰 | Angst = 😢 | Smut = 🥵| Hurt Comfort = 🩹
Platonic = 🤝
Headcanons = 📝 | ABC Headcanons = 👩🏫 | Oneshot = 📘 | Series = 📚
AU = 🌎 | Songfic = 🎵
Male Reader = 💙 | Gender Neutral Reader = 💜 | Female x Female = 💖
Story on hold = ✋ | Character on hold = 🔒
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Berthold Hoover
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Eren Jager
When they catch you singing 34+35 🥵 | 📝 | 🌎 | 💙
Erwin Smith
When they catch you singing 34+35 🥵 | 📝 | 🌎 | 💙
Jean Kirshtein
When they catch you singing 34+35 🥵 | 📝 | 🌎 | 💙
Levi Ackerman
When they catch you singing 34+35 🥵 | 📝 | 🌎 | 💙
Marco Bodt
When they catch you singing 34+35 🥵 | 📝 | 🌎 | 💙
Mike Zacharias
When they catch you singing 34+35 🥵 | 📝 | 🌎 | 💙
Fluff Alphabet Headconanons 🥰 | 👩🏫 | 💜
Erwin’s Inner Circle & Squad Levi 📚 | 💙 | ✋: Prologue
Porco Galliard
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Reiner Braun
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Zeke Jager
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Roleplay Information
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hello everyone! I'm going to make this short and sweet! in this post will inquire what my expectations are when you request to roleplay with me, what my muses are and my fandoms and of course ships.
feel free to share this for others or future references!
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Roleplay Rules
1. be respectful to me. do not be rude when I don't want to roleplay with you.
2. do not ghost me. it is rude and I will block you if you do so.
3. please be at least over 17 if you want to roleplay with me. I will not be roleplaying with anyone younger.
4. if you are wanting to roleplay smut, then let me know. and please be the age limit above!
5. please be at least literate to advanced. I do not roleplay one liners! I like descriptive responses. I will get bored if it's less than, so please keep in mind!
6. my muses are on here for a reason. please do not dm me asking to do the characters I say I play, I will decline the request.
7. this goes back to rule 4. please do not be creepy. I do not want nasty fetishes, animal porn, rape, and pedophilia in my roleplays! I will report and block you if you ask.
8. be patient with me! I get busy and sometimes my phone does not let me know when someone messages me!
9. do not spam me for any reason. if I do not reply then I'm more likely busy, doing chores, sleeping or my phone didn't let me see the notifications.
10. when playing canon characters. please keep the way how they are portrayed. I don't want constant ooc the whole roleplay.
11. I don't mind to talk out of character! I'm a nice person who are looking for friends outside of the roleplay!
12. I usually do either bxb and bxg. though the bxg HIGHLY depends! just ask first.
Fandoms
Attack on Titan
Naruto
IT 1990's and 2017, 2019
Marvel
Hannibal
Marble Hornets/Creepypasta
more will be added! these are what I know at the top of my head!
My Muses
Attack on Titan - Armin Arlert, Bertoldt Hoover and Marco Bodt
IT - Eddie Kaspbrak and Bill Denbrough
Naruto - Sakura Haruno, Naruto Uzumaki, Orochimaru, Itachi Uchiha
Marvel - Peter Parker and Gwen Stacy
Hannibal - Will Graham and Abigail Hobbs
Marble Hornets - Alex Kraile, Timothy Wright and Brian Thomas
Creepypasta - Tobias Rogers, Jeffery Woods
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Ships
Attack on Titan - eremin, reibert and jeanco
Naruto - orochimaru x jiriya, itachi uchiha x shisui uchiha, naruto uzumaki x sasuke uchiha and itachi uchiha x sakura haruno
IT - reddie
Marvel - starker and peter parker x gwen stacy or spidypool
Hannibal - hannigram
Marble Hornets - timothy wright x brian thomas
Creepypasta- timothy wright x tobias rogers
feel free to message or even comment down below!
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This is a little strange but can I request marco (if you write for him) and jean with a reader with wings? Maybe they found out she has wings in the 104th or they found her injured or something. Whatever you want
pairing: jean x angel!reader x marco
wc: 1k
tw: fighting, injury, cursing, sfw, blood/wounds, short & simple story
summary: jean and marco come face to face with a life changing realization when they discover you hurt during the battle of trost.
a/n: this is very short, my apologies. if i didn’t make it short, it’d be a thousand pages and i do not have the time for that lol
“jean!” marco’s usually calm voice now rang out in a shrill tone, barely heard over the thudding of titan’s footsteps down below. jean, who had trained himself to always hear marco’s voice, knew what marco had meant when he called for him. marco had found you.
minutes earlier, you were zipping through the air. you, headed to wall rose, were determined to stop the flow of titans pouring in through the massive hole. it was jean’s idea to catch them at the entry before they could wreak any more havoc on the town of trost.
jean knew he’d fucked up, disobeying orders by sending the three of you towards the wall when you were supposed to be hanging back. he knew it the moment he saw a titan intercept your path. the line falling short, your body’s momentum was cut too soon causing you to plummet. jean watched in horror. it was slow motion as you fell, watching you reach out for something to catch you to no avail.
marco and jean were too far away to help you in time. you fell, panic filling your lungs all the way down. your vision faded to black, the height from which you fell was too high; you would have never survived the impact if it weren't for your secret.
“jean!” marco called again, ripping jean from whatever thoughts raced through his mind. he pointed down to an alley where he could just see strands of your hair underneath a pile of debris. jean’s eyes followed marco’s fingers. they widened at the sight of you, face down on the pavement, still.
jean launched downwards, not caring if he left marco behind or not. he needed to get to you. you were his number one priority and he was the reason you were in this situation. marco’s quick to follow him. jean and marco’s footsteps were near silent on the ground except for the crunch of gravel below their feet.
jean was the first to fall to his knees, digging rocks and pieces of wood off of your unconscious body. marco drop[ed next to him, joining in on the process. they were able to rid you of all the debris but not of the blood and dirt staining you.
marco tried to pull you up by your wrists, relying on his strength alone, but jean stopped him. marco turned his head around, his brown eyes wide with disbelief. why would he try to stop him? did he not want to save you? or were you already gone?
“marco…” jean started with a quivering voice. “look.” he whispered as a shaky hand rose to point out something on your back. there were two slits on the back of your jacket which should have revealed your tender, smooth, soon to bruise skin. instead, there were two parallel weeping wounds. it was the biggest source of your blood loss. there was bits of scar tissue around the cuts.
“what..is that?” marco whispered, his voice just above a hush. instinctively, he reached a hand to trace the edges of your jacket, just around your wounds.
jean and marco had never seen any scratch or cut like this, if you could even call them that. they were parallel, almost methodical. those weren’t an accident, there was no way in hell. and it looks like you’d been cut there more than once, obvious because of the scar tissue outlining it. somebody had done this to you, jean was so sure of it. anger surged through him. the thought of somebody hurting you like this…over and over. he just couldn’t bare it.
when marco’s fingers just brushed so slight against your skin, a gasp broke from the grasps of your throat and you shot up backwards. you weren’t sure who’s eyes were wider, yours or theirs. marco’s hand hovered in mid air, the tip of his finger with a smudge of blood on it. confidently, you released your wings. a visual explosion of white, flapping once to create a gust of wind, blowing your hair. you had been discovered. it was too late to do anything; they had seen you. they had seen your wings. you leaped to your feet, ready for flight.
you forgot just how quick jean’s reflexes were. his hand wrapped around your wrist before you could take off. he said nothing as his eyes bore deep into your soul, different emotions flashing through them. your mouth opened as if to say something but marco had cut you off.
“you were too late.” it’s a statement, a confident one at that. his pointer finger and thumb rested on his chin. marco was too damn smart for his own good and always had been.
“what?” jean snaps, fear and confusion dripping off of his tongue.
“you tried to save yourself.” marco looked back at you, peeling his eyes off of jean. he shook his head and continued speaking in a calm manner. “you were falling. you wanted to save yourself” he repeated. “it took longer than you thought. you were too late and you hit the ground.”
“marco…” you whispered, jean’s grip still tight. marco was being compassionate in this moment; you could always count on him to be just that. he wasn’t asking a thousand questions. he wasn’t afraid or curious. he was thinking logically as if to not overwhelm you. or he was studying you.
jean, on the other hand, wasn’t as relaxed as his best friend. “what the fuck? (y/n), you have fucking wings. marco, do you see that? tell me you see that shit right now, marco.”
marco just laughed, taking the attention away from you. he ignored the baffled look his friend shot his way. “jean, relax.” his words did little to soothe jean. you took jean’s words out of his mouth.
“why are you so calm?”
“it’s a shock, yeah.” he rubs his neck, a sneaky blush dancing across his freckles face. “but, i mean, titans exist, right? maybe your wings aren’t the strangest thing.”
“it’s pretty damn strange.” jean shakes his head and palms his forehead.
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❤︎𝕸𝖆𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖑𝖎𝖘𝖙❤︎
Hi my lil sinners! I’m new to making fanfics on tumblr so I’d love to hear your ideas and blurbs!
Here are my fandoms I do!
Ps I do smuts as well
𝕾𝖙𝖆𝖓𝖌𝖊𝖗 𝕿𝖍𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖘
❤︎Eddie Munson❤︎
❤︎Steve Harrington ❤︎
❤︎Nancy Wheeler ❤︎
❤︎Jonathan Byers ❤︎
❤︎Eden Bingham❤︎
❤︎Jim Hopper ❤︎
❤︎Billy Hargrove ❤︎
𝕸𝖞 𝕳𝖊𝖗𝖔 𝕬𝖈𝖆𝖉𝖊𝖒𝖎𝖆
★Izuku Midoriya (Deku)★
★Katsuki Bakugou ★
★Shoto Todoroki ★
★Touya Todoroki (Dabi)★
★Keigo Takami (hawks)★
★Mina Ashido ★
★Toga Himiko★
★Jiro Kyouka ★
𝕬𝖙𝖙𝖆𝖈𝖐 𝕺𝖓 𝕿𝖎𝖙𝖆𝖓
✿Levi Ackerman✿
✿Eren Jaeger✿
✿Jean Krischtein✿
✿Marco Bodt✿
✿Connie Springer✿
✿Sasha Braus ✿
✿Ymir Fritz ✿
✿Historia Reiss ✿
#stranger things#fanfic#eddie munson#my hero academy fanfiction#attack on titan#steve harrington#jonathan byers#nancy wheeler#jim hopper#bakugou fanfiction#deku x reader#x reader
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Paint
Fandom: Shingeki no Kyojin/Attack on Titan
Rating: Explicit
Pairing: Jean Kirschtein x Marco Bodt
Word count: 2157
Genre: smut
Marco loves to watch Jean paint. Why wouldn't he want to have a special portrait then? Tied to “The Name of Music”.
It was the first time in ages when Marco was able to leave his office earlier, no counting the times he was sick and his friends had to forcibly remove him from his own office, even though they were the one working for him. Since he was elected, he struggled a lot with self care. He was slowly turning into a people pleaser and worked hard to prove he deserved all the trust his voters put in him. But when Hitch pointed that out loud, he started wondering if he maybe pushed himself too hard. After all, people chose him for a reason and he felt he slowly started to lose his goal. And who was he without it? Just another politician, nothing special. So he decided to put more thought in taking care of himself and go back to his old habits of bringing everyone comfort. He started talking loud about the importance of mental health, about unrealistic goals and pressure people were putting on themselves and how it was destructive to both individuals and society. He decided to set new standards, to be a role model for people, and it worked so well. He gained even more love and even his opponents couldn't say much about it, because his narrative was clear: that system doesn't work, it's hurtful and it needs to be changed, because happier people were building a better society, worked more efficiently and were making the country prosper. It was hard to argue with that in a sensible way.
So he decided to take a break and cut his work hours to spend some time with his boyfriend. Jean came back from another tour just a few days ago and he was staying for a while. They should really use that time well, with their tight schedules it was difficult to make some time and long distance relationship could be tiring sometimes. Marco even started to have intrusive thoughts that maybe this wasn't what Jean wanted. On his way home, deep down he worried that maybe, since Jean didn't expect him to be back this early, Marco might catch him in their bed with a cute girl. He would never say it out loud to anyone, Jean once punched him for doubting his loyalty, but Marco knew that anxiety wasn't rational. It would create unreal scenarios and fixate on them, driving him crazy. So he tried to keep it down, to cling onto logic and explain to himself that it was only in his brain.
But only when he stepped through the doorstep of their apartment, he was able to chase away these thoughts. There was one particular thing that made him sure Jean was all alone, very busy, but alone: the omnipresent smell of paint. Jean was painting very rarely, he didn't have much time for that, but when he did, Marco loved to watch him create. So he quietly took his steps to Jean's workshop and the view took his breath away for a moment. His beloved boyfriend was there in his old sweatpants, his chest was bare, marked with paint. He was kneeling on the floor with paint brushes in his mouth, pallette in one hand and the currently used brush in the other, and he was just painting. Marco could watch him for hours, just stare and marvel at the act of creation. Sometimes Jean liked to work with his canvas lying horizontally, he claimed the paint was spreading better this way. He was completely focused on his work, unaware of Marco's presence. It was probably good, because he looked so hot, that Marco instantly felt his arousal rising. His clothes started to feel tight and uncomfortable, his mouth watered and an interesting idea came to his mind.
“Hey” he said quietly, drawing his boyfriend's attention.
“You're early” Jean said in response, looking up at his partner.
“Yeah, I decided to spend some time with you” Marco answered, loosing up his tie. “Unless you’re too busy.”
“No, actually I’ve just finished” Jean stood up and wiped his brushes. “It just has to dry. I’ll go shower and we can do whatever you would like to do.”
“Actually… I thought that maybe we could do something else.”
“What do you mean?”
“I’d like you to paint me.”
“That’s your idea? You know it’s boring, right?” Jean made sure his boyfriend knew what he was getting himself into.
“Don’t worry, watching you work is entertaining enough” Marco smiled, taking off his jacket and tie.
“Alright, if you really want to, you can even choose a pose” the artist said, preparing a new canvas. His partner approached the fancy chair Jean used sometimes as a prop, it was styled to resemble old furniture and quite comfortable, perfect for sitting for hours and posing. Then he started to unbutton his shirt, earning just a raised brow from Jean.
“What? Is there something you don’t like?” he asked teasingly, opening also his belt and pants.
“On the contrary, but I’m worried where you want to take it” Jean answered, trying to stay calm. It was the last thing he expected today, but not unwelcome. He got ready himself as Marco proceeded to strip off his clothes and put them away from paint. He felt himself getting nervous, but he had no idea why. He had seen Marco naked on multiple occasions, they were dating for quite a long time, but art had always been something extremely intimate to him, even more intimate than sex. And having his boyfriend there, in his private space where he could be vulnerable and stripped of all barriers and masks, where he was fully himself… it was something new. He obviously painted Marco before, but usually from a photo or his memory. Never like this. It was making him really nervous.
Marco experienced similar things. There was a difference between undressing in the bedroom, bathroom, or in some other places, and here, in this small atelier. But he had always wanted to do something like this, so after a moment of hesitation he slid down his boxers, remaining completely naked.
“Are you sure you want this?” Jean asked with concern and Marco smiled, feeling his nervousness melt away a little. Jean was always so kind, caring and thoughtful, it was one of the reasons he fell so hard for him.
“Positive” he turned around confidently and sat down on the chair, leaning comfortably on it. Jean took a sharp breath and bit his lower lip.
“Brush your hair” he directed with a husky tone. Marco smirked and lifted one of his hands to slowly ruffle his slicked back raven hair. Jean swallowed hard, watching his boyfriend sitting confidently on the chair with a sly smirk on his face, piercing gaze and that toned body. The lifted hand accentuated the muscles of his chest and stomach, as well as his nipples, hardened from the cold. The other hand rested on his thigh, his legs were spread comfortably and it was hard to miss the erected cock, standing proudly and shamelessly. This man was gorgeous, incredibly sexy and confident, there was no slightest shade of pink on his face, like he was completely fine with posing for such a portrait. Jean loved him so much.
“Like this?” Marco asked seductively, knowing fully well what he was doing to his partner.
“Perfect” Jean whispered, voice stuck in his throat. He prepared the canvas and looked at Marco again. “So this is the exact portrait you want to have?” he asked to make sure his boyfriend knew what he was doing.
“You don't like it?”
“I never said that. I just need to know if you really thought this through.”
“I wouldn't phrase it exactly this way, but why not? Besides, I can't help it, you look so hot when you paint.”
“Do you want me to paint you or fuck you, because now I'm confused.”
“We can do both.”
“No, we can't.”
“If you say so” Marco sighed with slight disappointment. “You can paint me and we can discuss the other suggestion later” he smirked. Jean shook his head and took his phone. He took a quick photo for a better reference and started to do what Marco asked for. If this was really what he wanted, Jean couldn't refuse him, so he got to work. He still wasn’t sure if it was a good idea, after all, painting was not a quick process and it was going to take at least several hours until it’s ready, but at least he needed Marco just for the basic sketch and later, for the details. Which meant he could use the remaining time in a better way. A smirk appeared on Jean’s lips when he came up with this idea. He did his best to do the right base for the rest of his painting, but it still took some time.
“Looks like you’re tired already” he said playfully, noticing that Marco looked quite uncomfortable. Maybe it wasn’t the best idea.
“I’m not tired” he protested. “But I admit, it’s getting uncomfortable. Maybe I should reconsider this. It’s a pleasure to watch you paint, of course, but I wonder how much time I have left until this starts to be painful” he said, pointing at his crotch.
“We can do something about that.”
“You said–”
“Yes, I did. But we’ll have to wait until the first layer of paint dries anyway. Painting is a long process and you don’t have to be present in every step of it. Once I’m done, I won’t need you here until I start to work on details. Which means we have some time for each other” Jean explained, not stopping painting. Marco didn’t say anything, just watched his boyfriend, thinking about what he said, but he decided to wait until the process was done, to see what he had in mind.
Finally Jean put his brushes away and took a rag to wipe his hands. The first layer was done and they had to wait until it dries to continue working on the painting. It meant they could at least have some fun in the meantime. With this in mind, he approached his model.
“Have you finished?” Marco asked, watching his boyfriend carefully.
“For now, yes. But it’s going to take even a few days until it’s finished and I don’t want you to see it when it’s not ready. So if you don’t mind, I kindly ask you to not look at this painting” Jean answered, standing between Marco’s legs and forcing him to tilt his head back and look up.
“I assume you know what we could do in the meantime?” he asked with a playful smirk.
“You can say that” Jean said and leaned down to support himself on the chair back, which made his lips end up just a few inches from Marco’s, who wasn’t wasting his time, he closed the distance and kissed his partner. They remained in this position for a while, until Jean moved with his kisses on Marco’s neck.
“Jean…”
“Mmm?”
“Don’t tease me too much, okay?”
“As you wish” Jean muttered against his skin and kept kissing him, leaving a wet trail of kisses until he knelt in front of the chair.
Marco bit his lip with anticipation and excitement, but then he immediately opened his mouth, gasping loudly when Jean licked his cock. Such a long lasting erection made him sensitive to the slightest touch. He put his hand on his partner’s head, moaning softly with every suck. Jean was really careful and gentle, fully aware that he might very easily hurt his boyfriend and he did best not to, after all his goal was to cause pleasure, not harm. It was funny, a few years prior he would be disgusted at the thought of even kissing another man and now he was on his knees for one, doing his best to make him happy. And he was thrilled to do so, he loved to watch Marco enjoy blowjobs this much. So even though initially reluctant, he embraced his sexuality and discovered there was nothing wrong with sucking dick, unlike he used to think. So he did his best to make his boyfriend feel good, and he knew that with every lick, suck, and the slightest movement, Marco was closer and closer to his climax. He could feel it by the tension of the muscles of his thighs, by his shallow, uneven breaths and by his fingers tightened firmly on Jean's hair. And it didn't take long for him to come with Jean’s name falling from his lips. He leaned back on the chair, breathing heavily.
“You were amazing as usual” he said, giving his partner a look of bliss and exhaustion.
“Want to move to bed and continue there?” Jean asked with a smile, satisfied with the result of his actions.
“I hoped you would ask.”
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You Had Me At B Minor: Chapter 5
Chp 1 | Chp 2 | Chp 3 | Chp 4
Pairing: Jean Kirschtein x Marco Bodt
Other relationships: Reibert, Springles, Historia x Ymir, Levi x Hange, a smidge of Jearmin
Rating: Mature
Summary: Jean's band needs a new bass player. Cue freckled Jesus.
Warnings/tags: Long fic, slow burn, Jean POV, friends to lovers, British AU with cannon locations, northern Jean, Unsigned band AU, nonbinary Armin, I promise there will be smut eventually! drinking, mentions of death, descriptions of domestic violence, panic attacks, see start of each chapter for more specific trigger warnings
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Trigger warnings: Alcohol
Put your arms around somebody else
And don't punish yourself, punish yourself
The truth is like blood underneath your fingernails
You don't wanna hurt yourself, hurt yourself
By looking too closely
Connie and I finish at the bar around seven and rock up at Eren’s place a little after half eight. There’s always plenty of staff to work Saturdays so we usually get the evenings to ourselves.
I bang too hard on the door and it makes the side of my hand throb. Connie gives me a wary side-glance. I’ve been in an irritable mood all day. At first I put it down to lack of sleep. Usually I’m out like a light, but I couldn’t settle last night, tossing and turning every five minutes in a futile search for a comfortable position.
However, as the day drew on, I started to feel more and more ropey. Not hungover exactly (I didn’t drink that much) but definitely a tad worse for wear. I blame mixing my drinks. Or maybe I need to remember that I’m twenty fucking four and can’t expect the luxury of hangover-free nights out anymore. The thought makes me scowl as I wait for someone to answer the door. It sounds like there’s already quite a few people inside, so I don’t know what’s taking so fucking long.
“S’up dickholes!” Eren yells swinging the door open.
“Hey man!” Connie lifts Eren off the floor with a hug that practically squeezes the life out of him.
“Alright cockgobbler?” I grumble.
“Don’t knock it ‘til you’ve tried it Jean,” Eren wheezes, still held aloft by Connie.
I respond with an eye-roll.
“What the fuck happened to your face Con?”
“A demented elbow in a mosh pit is what happened!” Connie squeaks, putting Eren down as his weedy arms finally give up.
The bruising is nowhere near as bad as I was expecting, just a bit of purple splodging under one eye.
“We the last one’s here?” he asks.
He sounds completely nonchalant, but I know better. He’s trying to find out if Sasha’s here yet.
“Yeah, pretty much everyone’s here except you two. C’mon get yourselves a drink.”
Pretty much everyone. Does that include Marco?
I don’t see him as I enter the kitchen and sling my bag of beer on the counter. Armin, Historia and Mikasa are quick to greet us with enthusiastic ‘hi’s and hugs. I don’t know everyone I can see, but I recognise a couple of guys from Eren’s work chatting on breakfast stools. Oluo and Gunther I think they’re called.
I crack open two bottles for me and Connie and head into the living room to see if Marco’s here. He isn’t, but Sasha is, chatting rather cosily on the sofa with a hunky blonde dude Eren works with. Already anticipating a bad reaction, I turn to push Connie back into the kitchen but he’s already seen.
Shit.
The cheeky smile and bright eyes snap into a furrowed brow and tight mouth. Sasha’s eyes lock onto us and she practically leaps across the sofa to get some distance between her and…I wanna say Eld? She gets to her feet and walks over, though she looks a bit unsteady, slightly tipsy already. Eld puffs out an exasperated breath and joins a serious looking girl on the adjacent sofa. I’ve met her once before. She's doing a PhD with Armin. I’m sure she's called Annie.
“Hey!” Sasha says with a too-big smile, her cheeks flushed, though I can’t tell if it’s embarrassment or alcohol related.
I sense Connie tensing up beside me. He forces out a quiet, “…Hey.”
Christ this is so fucking awkward. “Hey…” Say something. “Err…” Seriously, anything! “…You, err…you been here long?” What the fuck kind of dumbass question is that!?
“Err…yeah I guess. Mikasa and Armin picked me up and we were the first ones here. You guys been at work?”
Connie says nothing. He doesn’t even look at us. Just sips his beer and scowls. Sasha and I waffle on about nothing in particular for a few more minutes before she speaks directly to him, trying (and failing) to drag him into the conversation.
“You okay Connie? Your face looks a little bruised. What happened?”
“ ’M fine. Mosh pit. I’m going to get another drink.”
He stomps back into the kitchen. I don’t try to stop him. The others can deal with his shitty mood for a bit. God knows I’ll be bearing the brunt of it at home later. I tentatively turn back to Sasha, who let’s out a long breath.
“Well that went well,” she deadpans. I can’t help the little snort that escapes me.
“Listen don’t worry about it. His dad’s been a bit ill and he’s had to work extra shifts so he's not been himself this week,” I half-lie.
Christ, she’s barely been back five minutes and you’re already slipping into your old role of mediator between these two!
“What’s new with you anyway? You and the girls make it home in one piece the other night?” I tease.
“Oi!” she reprimands, punching me in the arm and by miracle of miracles, I manage to lighten the mood.
We grab the now vacant sofa and laugh about everything that happened the other night at the bar. It’s funny how easily we fall back into the rhythm of our friendship, as though she’s never been away. Historia joins us with three amazing looking cocktails she’s whipped up for us.
“Oh my god, you absolute goddess,” I gush grabbing one from her.
My irritable mood dissipates a little more with each delicious sip. I should be cautious about drinking given how shitty I’ve felt all day, but my devilish side tells me that the solution is more alcohol. Hair of the dog and all that.
Fuck it. Let’s get fucking fucked!
We’re just getting up to get more drinks when Eren comes bounding into the room.
“Beer pong bitches! Get your asses in the kitchen!”
The fucker’s so excited he throws poor Historia over his shoulder with one arm and drags Sasha by the other.
“Waaaah! Eren!” Historia wails, but she’s laughing her head off all the way to the kitchen, even more so when Sasha smacks her playfully on the butt.
Mikasa and a tall, freckled girl I don’t know are just finishing setting up some cups on the central counter when we walk in, a measure of cheap beer in each one. Eren instructs us to split into three teams.
I groan inwardly when Sasha ends up on a team with Historia, Gunther and Eld. I don’t even need to look at Connie, I can feel the daggers he’s throwing both of them. Mikasa and the freckled girl (who it turns out is Mikasa’s friend, Ymir, from work) team up with me, Armin and Connie, leaving Annie with Eren and his other work mates.
Sasha’s team beat Eren’s in the first round so then it’s our team vs Eren’s. Annie’s amazing but the rest of them keep throwing too hard. It doesn’t take us long to claim victory, knocking them out of the game entirely. The final round will be our team vs Sasha’s, though everyone’s had their fair share of shitty beer by now. This should be interesting!
“Shit!!” I miss my first shot against Historia, who takes great delight landing hers straight after.
I knock back the beer with a grimace.
“That’s right take your medicine bitch!” she shouts, dancing on the spot and pointing at me.
“Oh it is fucking ON now,” I retort, my fiercely competitive streak running riot.
Historia, along with the rest of her team mates soon start to look worried though. Mikasa and Ymir are fucking bad-asses, landing their shots with deadly accuracy, even after drinking two cups apiece from the last round. I’m so fucking glad they’re on my team! Although it doesn’t save me from having to knock back two more cups of beer, each of my competitors hitting (in my opinion) extremely lucky shots. I loudly blame Historia’s cocktail for my shitty performance, swearing blind that she’s drugged me.
“You fucking wish Kirschtein!” she laughs.
Sasha’s tipsy demeanour, on the other hand, only seems to improve her game. She even manages to bounce the ball off FOUR fucking rims before landing it smack in the middle cup. Her team mates practically piss themselves with excitement, grabbing and hugging her. I just shout and scream curses.
Shit no! We need to win!
Eventually we’re a cup a piece. It all comes down to the skill of the next two players…and it’s Connie vs Eld.
Eld’s up first.
Destroy this motherfucker Connie.
We all stare him down as he arrogantly cricks his neck and stretches his shoulders.
C’mon Con. Wipe that stupid smirk off his fucking face.
He rolls the ball between his fingers, closes his fist and kisses it for good luck.
Miss miss fucking miss!
Stooping slightly, any bravado vanishes from his face, replaced with intense concentration as he lines up the shot. He’s taking this as seriously as I am. With a flick of his wrist he releases the ball, opting for a bounce shot instead of aiming straight at the target. He goes too hard and it bounces high in the air. Everyone collectively draws in a sharp breath, holding it while we wait to see where it will land.
It drops, bounces off one side of the rim, then the other, before bouncing off the table together.
“YES! FUCKING YES!” I scream.
Eld has his head in his hands as his team mates groan and curse. It all comes down to Connie now.
We all start with words of encouragement and prayers to the beer pong gods.
“C’mon Con!” I bark, massaging his shoulders.
They’re taut beneath my fingers and I know he means business. He’s not looking at Eld, instead staring intently at the lone cup before him. I half expect it to spontaneously combust the way he’s glaring at it.
Without breaking focus, he holds his hand out to the side, squeezing the ball when Armin obligingly drops it into his palm. He hunches down, then changes his mind and stands tall. His hand lunges forward a few times without relinquishing the ball.
One…two…release!
It soars across the table and lands with an elegant ‘plop’ in the centre of the cup. There’s a brief moment of silence before we erupt into hysterical screams, no-one quite believing it. Ymir sinks to her knees with a cry of affirmation, Armin and Mikasa grab each other screaming in triumph and I wrap my arms around Connie’s middle, hoisting him up and screeching along with my teammates.
“YES CON! YOU BEAUTIFUL MOTHER FUCKER YES!!” I’m so happy I could cry.
Eren bounds over to join in the love too. Then we all childishly turn to the defeated team and heckle them rotten. We’re so loud that I almost miss the doorbell ringing.
“Was that the door?” asks Eren.
“I’ll get it!” Armin shouts chirpily, letting go of Mikasa.
I chuckle to myself as I watch them skip merrily down the hallway; Armin always gets giddy when they’ve had a drink.
I turn back to Connie, my face sore from yelling and grinning. I expect to find him beaming at me, but he’s narrowing his eyes again as he watches Sasha give Eld a conciliatory hug.
Well his good mood lasted for all of five seconds.
I open two more of our beers and shove the bottle in his hand to distract him, clinking mine against his.
“My fucking hero,” I say with a stupid smile on my face.
He begrudgingly returns it.
I’m just wondering who’s at the door, but then I hear him and I know instantly. How can it be that I recognise Marco by voice alone when we’ve barely known each other a week? The thought doesn’t sit comfortably with me. I don’t want to dwell on the reason why. Then I remember who he’s bringing along and my soaring high from beer pong comes plummeting back down to Earth.
“You’ve just missed out on beer pong! Can I get you guys a drink?” Armin asks walking into the kitchen with Marco close behind.
“Yeah a beer please,” Marco replies.
Another guy follows him into the room.
So this is Marco’s boyfriend.
He’s shorter than Marco, though his weird hairdo adds a couple of extra inches. It’s a reddish-brown. Short, but a bit longer on the top and flicking in all sorts of crazy directions. I didn’t realise ‘poorly constructed bird’s nest’ was a trend right now.
Alright curb it with the bitchiness Kirschtein. You don’t even know the guy.
“What do you want Floch?”
Floch! What kind of dumbass name is that?
Said the boy with the French name who can’t speak a fucking word of it.
Fair point.
He glances in my direction but pays me no attention, unlike Marco who comes bounding over straight away like an excited Labrador.
“Hey!” He’s so fucking cute. Sorry, what?
I mistakenly open my arms for a hug but he stops short, so I cover by setting my drink down on the counter.
For fuck’s sake. Why are you such a dweeb?
“Hey, you alright?”
“Yeah good thanks. Oh this is my friend Floch.”
Friend? Not so official then.
“Floch this is Jean - one of the guys from the band I told you about.”
Knowing that Marco thinks enough of me to tell his boyfriend, makes me way happier than it should do. Floch offers me a hand.
“Nice to meet you John.”
Mother. Fucker.
“It’s JEAN,” I correct through gritted teeth, squeezing his hand.
Floch’s eyes flash almost imperceptibly. Marco’s dart nervously between the two of us. I decide to play nicely for his sake.
“Nice to meet you too. D’you guys need a drink?”
“Oh I think Armin’s just-”
“Armin certainly is! Here you go!”
As if on cue, Armin’s face pops between the two them, a beer in each hand.
“Thanks,” Marco says politely, while Floch just takes his and starts swigging.
He could just be nervous but it seems kind of rude.
“You guys had a good night?” asks Armin, moving to the other side of Marco.
Marco talks animatedly about their date night, which consisted of a restaurant serving ‘the best Thai food I’ve ever had’ and a trashy horror movie.
“You should’ve heard this guy scream,” Floch laughs. “It’s a good job I was there to hold his hand.”
Definitely not just friends then.
“Hey, you jumped just as much as I did!” Marco laughs, giving him a playful shove.
His hand lingers on his arm just a fraction longer than necessary, long fingers trailing lightly down Floch’s sleeve before settling back at his side again.
“S’cuse me,” I mutter brushing past Armin to get another drink.
I notice them give me a quizzical look out the corner of my eye (nothing gets passed you Armin) but purposely keep my head down, not wanting to invite a conversation about it.
Beer isn’t cutting it anymore. I need something stronger. My hand lands on a near-full bottle of Sailor Jerry’s. Yep. That’ll do. I grip the neck and drag it towards me. I can hear Connie behind me saying hi to Marco and introducing him to Mikasa and Historia. I mix myself a drink - half coke, half rum – and take a sip. It burns the shit out of my throat but it’s a welcome distraction from the clenching in my chest.
“Hey,” says a gentle voice. I turn to face Armin. “You okay?”
“Yeah. Fine. You okay?” I say to deflect further questioning.
“You sure?”
Shit.
“Yeah totally fine,” I reply with what I hope is a believable smile and then quickly cover it by taking a sip of my drink.
We both turn and slouch against the kitchen bench, facing the others.
“Marco’s friend seems nice.”
“Boyfriend,” I say too sharply.
“Oh. I thought so but I wasn’t sure.”
Liar. You of all people would’ve picked up on that in two seconds flat.
“Yeah…”
Sasha’s introducing herself now. The corners of Marco’s eyes crease with laughter when she enthusiastically asks him if he’s Italian.
“Sort of actually. My grandmother was from Italy,” he replies.
“What really?” Floch cuts in. “Well that explains the amazing rigatoni you made the other night.”
“Yeah it’s a Bodt family recipe.”
“Jeez Italian blood and he can cook. Why haven’t you introduced us sooner Connie?” Historia jibes playfully.
Everyone chuckles, but the way Floch snakes his arm around Marco’s waist doesn’t go unnoticed. Not by me at least.
“You want another drink?” I say to Armin, mainly so I have an excuse to turn around and keep my hands busy.
“Oh. No thanks. I think I need to pace myself a bit after beer po-”
“Naaah c’mon, have a Sailor Jerry’s with me. It’s really fucking good.”
Please. Any excuse not to turn back round.
“Alright,” they relent. “Just don’t make it very strong…I said not strong!”
“It’s not strong! That’s a normal measurement! I do work in a bar y’know,” I say, adding the coke and nudging Armin cheekily in the shoulder.
“You’ll put Springer’s out of business if you keep giving out measurements like that!” they smirk, shoving me back with their hip.
We fall into our own little conversation away from the others and have a proper catch up on everything – their PhD, my upcoming training, how Armin’s Grandpa is doing, my mam, Connie, Mikasa, anything and everything. It’s nice. I don’t get to talk much with just Armin anymore. Not like we used to anyway. And having their cute face to focus on helps me forget the others are even there...
“Oh god don’t ask this guy!”
...until Floch’s obnoxious voice diverts my attention.
“He works with toddlers for a living. I’m surprised he can even form full sentences!”
It’s a joke. It’s obviously a joke and everyone laughs, Marco included. But, when I notice him scratch the back of his neck, my blood boils. I know Marco can be sensitive about his job. He worries about people’s reactions and being judged for it. I’ve only known Marco six days and I know that already, so why the fuck doesn’t his boyfriend? He’s just using Marco’s job for a cheap laugh and putting him down in the process. And in front of his fucking friends no less. Unspoken rage prickles beneath my skin and I bite my lip. Floch smiles, apparently pleased with his little joke.
I will come over there and wipe that fucking grin off your stupid fucking face you dick.
I might be over-reacting and reading way too much into it but I can’t help it.
“Wanna go sit down?” Armin asks eyeing me warily.
“Sure.” I down the rest of my drink and quickly make another one.
Armin’s face twists when I make it half and half again, but they know better than to say anything. I follow them towards the living room door and I may or may not accidentally stumble into Floch on my way.
“Oops! Sorry mate,” I cover, patting him on the back (though smacking might be a more accurate description).
“S’alright bro no problem.”
I’m not your bro, you stupid ugly birdsnestofahairdoslymotherfucker!!
Look, I know.
I know I’m being childish but I’m too tipsy to care at this point and I decide to let my mind indulge in its unfounded hostility. Plus, convincing myself Floch is an arsehole is preferable to acknowledging what’s actually bothering me right now. I stubbornly push that thought away and look for another distraction.
I find it when I enter the living room, though it’s certainly not one I was expecting.
“What is this, a fucking hairdressers!?”
Eren and Historia are sat on the floor in front of the sofa with Mikasa and Ymir behind them, braiding their hair.
“You’re just jealous because your hair is nowhere near as fabulous as ours,” Historia replies smugly, sticking her tongue out at me.
I’m still tense from the conversation in the kitchen, but I can’t help softening a little at that. I give her a lop-sided grin before drawing in a long, steadying breath and let it out slowly as I settle into the chair opposite them with Armin. Watching them, I feel better already. The warm feeling I had earlier returns and dampens my anger.
I love that we still do childish shit like this. We’re all technically ‘adults’ now, with rent to pay and jobs to go to but we’re still just kids deep down. I know I am anyway. Fuck living up to my parent’s standards of married by 21, kids by 25 and happily ever fucking after. Didn’t work out so well for them did it? These people right here are all the commitment I need in my life. These ridiculous, infuriating, fierce, incredible, beautiful people.
Jesus, you get so sentimental when you’re drunk.
“Make my braid like Armin’s Mikasa! I need a twinsies selfie with them!” Eren says.
“Fuck me,” I snort. “How much have you had Jaeger?”
He replies with a giddy laugh.
I’ll take that to mean ‘a lot’ then!
“Ymir make mine like that too! Then we can have a triplet selfie! Eren can be the brown filling in our blonde sandwich.”
“Ooooh! Like Nutella!” Eren says seriously, like he’s just said something incredibly profound.
“Errrr,” Ymir starts, glancing between Mikasa’s progress and the back of Historia’s head. “Okay...sure.”
I zone out as I watch Mikasa’s quick fingers at work. I love having my hair played with.
Why isn’t mine long enough to braid! I pout.
“Okay done.”
The words have barely left Mikasa’s mouth when Armin dives onto the floor for the aforementioned ‘twinsies selfie’.
“You guys are ridiculous,” I laugh, watching the ludicrous faces they pull.
“Ridiculously adorable?” Armin grins.
“You wish.”
Eren takes no notice, already busy uploading the picture to Instagram.
“Aaaaaaaaand…hashtag gay nerds!” Eren cries, flipping his phone round to show Armin.
I splutter mid-sip. Mikasa and Historia both crack up at the combo of Eren’s comment and me making a dick of myself.
“C’mon Ymir,” Historia giggles. “Get a move on! I wanna be a gay nerd too!”
“Okay okay just, err…gimme a second.”
Her face is frowning in concentration. I’m not sure what the hell Ymir’s been doing this whole time, but Historia’s hair looks nothing like Eren’s. I think Historia senses she’s been lumbered with the dud hairdresser.
“Ymir, I know we’ve just met so don’t take this the wrong way…but do you have any fucking idea what you’re doing?”
Mikasa snickers as her and Ymir exchange complicit glances.
“Sorry sweetheart. I just wanted an excuse to get you between my legs.”
Historia’s jaw practically hits the floor and I lose it. Eren and Armin screech out a long ‘Haaaah!’ pointing at Historia’s stunned expression. Once I’ve caught my breath back, I lean forward to hi-five Ymir, tears starting to stream down my face. Where has this girl been all my life? Even Historia has to start laughing, though she can’t quite erase the shock from her face.
“Sorry,” she eventually responds. “but you need to be a bit better with your hands to get me between your legs.”
Jesus Christ, this just keeps getting better. Ymir isn’t fazed in the slightest, giving Historia a wink and a sly grin.
“Move over Jaeger,” Historia says as she plants herself in front of Mikasa.
“What the hell are you idiots screaming about?” Sasha chirps bounding into the living room with Marco in tow.
She’s dragging the poor guy along by the hand like she’s known him all her life. He’s smiling but he also looks vaguely terrified, eyes-wide as he staggers to keep up with Sasha. I expect Floch to follow close behind but he doesn’t materialise.
Sasha gasps dramatically when she see’s Armin, Eren and Historia’s hair. “Oh my god I love it! Me next Mikasa me next!”
She let’s go of Marco and squishes herself next to Historia. He looks at Eren and Armin, who are busy messing around with Snapchat filters, and then his eyes settle on me. I fidget a little in my seat to compensate for the somersaults in my stomach. He smiles broadly as he walks over to me and perches on the arm of the chair I’m sitting in.
“Alright?” he asks casually.
Our height difference brings my eyes directly level with his bicep and I’m so close to him, I can see a cluster of five freckles nestled on the inside of his arm.
“Here mate!” I jump up far too quickly, so quick he visibly flinches. “Sit yourself down,” I say gesturing to the chair.
“What? No no! I’m fine hones-”
“Nah c’mon you’re making me feel like a midget,” I cut him off, already using my hip to push him off the arm of the chair.
“Alright,” he chuckles, settling into the now vacant space.
Okay this is better. I don’t feel so claustrophobic now.
“Where’s Floch? Have we scared him off already?”
Please say yes.
“Ha, no he’s just outside on the phone.”
“Oh.”
Bit late to be getting a phone call.
“So, did you and the ‘touchy feelies’ get home okay last night?”
“Yeah but we got so lost because of my directions! I don’t drive so I only really know the bus route home and…”
I swear I am listening to begin with, but the rum really starts to kick in and my focus becomes hazy as I look down at him. I remember noticing how long his eyelashes were last night and my eyes are drawn to them again. They flick around animatedly as he tells his story, framing the deep sparkle of his warm eyes perfectly.
I zone back in when I’m needed. He asks if I know the canal. I hum in acknowledgement and he continues. One hand moves around as he mimes Bert’s sister trying to do a ‘million-point turn’ in a tiny alley way, but it’s his other hand that really distracts me. The one he’s left on his drink, playing with it absentmindedly, long fingers gently stroking up and down the glass.
“So yeah, I don’t think she’ll be offering me a lift again anytime soon. How ‘bout you and Connie? I noticed his bruise isn’t too bad.”
Crap. Time to stop daydreaming.
“Y-yeah fine thanks. We just jumped in a taxi. Thanks again for letting me tag along by the way. I had a really good night.”
“Yeah of course!” He smiles so wide his eyes crinkle. Another somersault flutters up to my sternum. “Like I said, I don’t know how I would’ve coped on my own with those two so I’m really glad you were there.”
He smiles softly and takes a sip of his drink. His tongue darts out over his bottom lip to catch a stray droplet and my gaze stops dead. It’s slightly bigger than the top lip, curvier too. The skin looks so soft but firm at the same time, like it would push back fervently if I-
“Hey!”
My eyes snap up and see Floch, hopping onto the opposite arm of the chair. He drapes one of his legs over Marco’s knee as he hands him a fresh drink. My warm, fuzzy feeling evaporates.
“Oh thanks!” Marco replies happily.
His eyes crinkle again as he smiles at his boyfriend and I have to look away. The room quietens as the ‘braidy bunch’ stagger into the kitchen to top up their drinks.
“Oh Jean I meant to ask. Will you guys be free on Tuesday? I really want to get an extra practise in before the gig.”
“Well Connie and I usually work on Tuesday nights but I think his dad is giving him the night off to make up for the extra shifts this week. Eren is usually free on a Tuesday too. You’ll just have to manage without me I’m afraid.”
“When’s your first gig again?” asks Floch.
“Friday,” Marco says anxiously.
“That soon? You sure you’ll be ready?”
Wow. Way to be fucking supportive arse face!
Careful Kirschtein. Reign it in.
I’m about to snap ‘of course he’ll be fucking ready!’ but think better of it and decide it’s safer to address Marco directly.
I’m about to snap ‘of course he’ll be fucking ready!’ but think better of it and decide it’s safer to address Marco directly.
“You’ll be fine Marco. You did great on Thursday and you’ve got two practices between now and Friday. Don’t worry about it.”
“Yeah. I’m sure you’ll do great,” Floch states, his voice slightly firmer. There’s tension in the air now that I pray Marco doesn’t notice. “Where you guys playing again?”
Marco starts explaining where Springer’s is (as best as he can) but is quickly interrupted by thundering footsteps and a face that looks capable of murder.
“Jean Kirschtein!” Sasha storms towards me and lifts a bottle of Sailor Jerry’s up to my face. Shit. “Did you drink half of this?”
“Maybe…?” I say, giving her my best ‘adorable scamp’ face but anticipating a violent reaction.
“Want some more?” she barks, her face still livid.
Needless to say, I am confused.
“Erm…sure?” I stammer, scared she’s about to crack the bottle over my head.
“Right then!” she grabs me by the wrist and drags me over to the sofa.
Only then do I notice the two shot glasses in her other hand. She slams them down on the coffee table and wrenches the top off the bottle like she’s trying to strangle it. Her face is still burning with anger, so much so that the shots she pours slosh all over the table. I just sit there, stunned, watching the whole performance and wondering where the hell this is going.
She hands me a shot, clinks the glass too hard and yells, “Fucking cheers!” before throwing it down her neck.
I tentatively do the same with mine and then wait to see what the hell’s going to happen next.
“I have a question for you Jean Kirschtein!” she says grabbing the bottle as she starts the ritual again. “Why, pray tell me, does your gender feel the need to play silly childish games instead of just acting like a fucking adult?”
Marco and Floch take that as their cue to slip out of the room. I stare at her agog, “I…I’m sorry?”
“Yeah! So you fucking should be! Cheers!” she knocks back a second shot. “Like if you have something to say, just fucking say it you know? You’ve got a mouth. You’ve supposedly got a brain. So how about you try putting those two things together and fucking talk to me instead of all this bullshit!?”
And with that, she slumps back onto the sofa with a loud huff.
Okay. She’s clearly not talking about me.
Connie, what the shit have you done now?
“Okay, first of all,” I say, taking one of her hands in mine. “On behalf of my gender, I apologise. We are fucking idiots. Secondly, because we are fucking idiots, talking is not our forte. We are much better at acting crazy in the hopes that amazing women like you will be able to see through our bullshit and figure out what we really mean.”
She starts rubbing the back of my hand with her thumb.
“And third of all,” I lower my voice to make sure only she can hear, “whatever Connie’s done to make you this angry, I’d bet my life he feels a million times worse than you do right now knowing he’s upset you.”
It all comes out kind of slurred and I really hope that doesn’t make it seem less sincere.
“Why are we still like this Jean?” she says softly, still stroking my hand. “Me and Con. We’re not kids anymore so why are we still acting like it? I thought we would’ve grown up a bit by now. I thought things would be different when I came back, that we could be different, but nothings changed. Why can’t we just be adults about this?”
“Sasha, we’re at a house party, you’ve got your hair braided to match your friends and we’re both smashed on Sailor Jerry’s. What the hell gave you the idea that we could be adults?” I smile.
“Shut up Jean you know what I mean!” she laughs, leaning forward to slap my arm. “Ugh, actually I don’t even know what I mean anymore. You know what I mean?”
“W-what?” I laugh.
Then she laughs too and before long we’ve both totally cracked up into drunken giggles, clutching our bellies and rolling around on the sofa like idiots.
“I’ve missed you Jean!” she wheezes in between gasping breaths and the odd giggly aftershock.
“I’ve missed you too.”
And I really have, though I don’t realise just how much until now. I know I’m drunk, but I really do love Sasha. Yes, with her there’s always ‘Connie drama’, but she really knows how to make me laugh and she has a big heart.
We’re not the only ones giggling, I notice. Mikasa and Historia have just came scurrying in with matching mischievous smiles. They head straight to the TV, skidding down onto their knees and fiddling about with something I can’t see. Sasha and I exchange confused looks.
“What the hell are you two doing?” she asks.
Historia throws her a devilish grin and grabs the TV remote. When she switches it on I groan dramatically. Sasha on the other hand is so excited she leaps up and starts jumping up and down on the sofa.
“Oh my god are you freakin’ serious!? I haven’t played Just Dance in ages!”
“Jesus Christ,” I mutter, already anticipating how bad these dance moves are going to be.
“C’mon Jean dance with me!” Sasha yells tugging at my arm. I remain firmly planted on the sofa.
“Neeeeewwwwp!”
“Aw please!”
“I would but I’m afraid my moves are so sweet I’ll just make you look bad Sash!”
“Oh whatever Kirschtein!” she huffs throwing my arm back at me.
A few more people, no doubt wondering what the hell is drowning out Eren’s Spotify playlist, stick their heads round the door to see what the fuss is and pile into the room. Armin bounds over to join Sasha in selecting the first track. Ymir and Eld fill a couple of empty seats and sit back like they’re waiting for a show to begin.
Christ, do they want friggin' popcorn too?
“Fuck yesss!!” Eren screams with his arms in the air when he enters the room and realises what’s going on.
I can’t help but snicker.
This guy’s fucking wasted.
Marco soon returns with that big smile of his, followed by Floch and Connie, who appear to be having a rather animated discussion about something.
Whatever. At least talking to Floch will keep him out of Sasha's way before he does any more damage.
They head over to join me on the sofa. Marco, I’m glad to say, opts to sit right next to me and Floch is delegated to the opposite end next to Connie.
"What the hell are those two arguing about?" I ask.
"Oh, they're debating who’d be in their ultimate band. You just missed a pretty heated discussion on who was a better front man out of Freddie Mercury and Robert Plant."
"Are you actually serious!?" Connie suddenly cries, laughing exasperatedly.
Marco and I just look at him, waiting for an explanation.
"This guy would rather have Phil Collins on drums than Jon Bonham!" he says in disbelief, thumbing in Floch's direction.
"What!? Mate are you brain dead?"
It comes out sharper than I had intended, so I cover it with a laugh.
Seriously though is this kid actually fucking brain dead??
"Phil Collins is really underrated as a drummer!" argues Floch.
Connie now has his head in his hands. "You cannot sit there and tell me Phil Collins is a better drummer than Jon Bonham. You just can't!"
"Oh everybody says Jon Bonham is the best drummer," Floch says rolling his eyes.
"Because he is!" Connie and I both say in unison.
This fucking guy. It's like he's going out of his way to be different in some weird attempt to appear more interesting.
"I'm telling you, Phil Collins is underappreciated. The guy's got skills."
"If that were true," I argue, "the Tarzan soundtrack would've been a hell of a lot more interesting!"
"Hey don't be knocking Tarzan!" Marco jibes, playfully elbowing me in the side.
Connie doesn’t even react to my comment, continuing to argue with Floch about the (non-existent) merits of Genesis.
Then in a quiet voice Marco adds, "He was my first boy crush."
I splutter and snort so loud and so unattractively that the people squished on the adjacent sofa cock their heads at me. Marco starts giggling at my reaction. I think he might finally be drunk. Connie pays no attention, passionately discussing guitar players now, but Floch is only half listening, narrowing his eyes at my and Marco's little exchange. It shouldn't make me happy but it does.
I excuse myself to go for a piss and make myself another drink. After two rather sizable measures of Sailor Jerry’s I decide to be sensible (I must be getting old) and pour myself a small amount of the Jack Daniels I brought.
“Hey,” a gentle voice says behind me. Marco. I feel heat rising up the back of my neck.
“H-Hey!” I stutter. “D’you want some Jack Daniels?”
“Oh, yeah thanks! I said I’d get a drink for Floch. Is it okay if I make two?”
I wonder whether I can spit in Floch’s without Marco noticing?
“Yeah ‘course.”
“Thanks. I’ve left those two arguing about bass players now. I couldn’t get a word in edgeways.”
“What, they had an amazing bass player sat next to them and neither of them thought to ask your opinion?”
He smiles sweetly at the compliment and looks away.
“Yeah well, they’re pretty engrossed in their Lemmy vs Peter Hook conversation.”
“So whose side are you on then? Lemmy or Hook?”
“Neither. Flea all the way.”
“I fucking love Flea. Good choice. Alright then, what about the rest of your band? Who would you have on drums?”
“Dave Grohl.”
“Interesting. Front man?”
“Billy Corgan.”
“Ooooh not Cobain?”
“I mean if I could have two he’d definitely be the other one but Smashing Pumpkins are my favourite band so I gotta go with Corgan.”
“Fair enough. And guitarist?”
“George Harrison.”
“Oh!”
“What?” he smiles, curious at my reaction.
“I mean, I'm completely on board with George Harrison. I just assumed you’d have someone from the 90s like the rest of your band.”
“I do love the 90s. Like, I know I was born then, but if I could go back in time that’s definitely where I’d go. Seattle grunge scene, classic Lollapalooza, BritPop. All that.”
Part of me is kind of mad at Marco. He could’ve told me he was really into Van Halen and Journey, but no. He had to tell me about his amazing taste in music and love for 90s alternative bands. Like I needed another reason to like him.
“How ‘bout you? Where would you travel back to?” he asks.
“Hmm. I don’t think I could choose one decade. I’d probably want to see a bit of everything from each one. Although my favourite bands are Deftones, Nirvana and Pumpkins so maybe I would join you in the 90s.”
“Oh! Cool. Well, if I ever invent time travel it’s a date,” he says grabbing his drinks.
I hang back a step so he doesn’t see me blush.
We head back into the living room to resume watching our friends make dickheads of themselves. I have to say, watching Eren and Armin (with matching braids no less) dance in unison to Nicki Minaj’s Starships might be the campest thing I’ve ever seen, though Ymir and Historia doing the YMCA give them a run for their money.
Nearly everyone gets dragged up by Sasha, Mikasa or Historia at some point. Even I give into Sasha’s pleas eventually. Though in my opinion, we fucking NAIL the routine for Timber, even if I do collapse in a fit of giggles when she jumps on my back.
After a while, everyone is worn out and slumped around the living room. But when Eren bursts in holding two acoustic guitars, a new wave of energy seems to ripple through us all. He thrusts one into my hand and we perch ourselves on two stools, dragged in from the kitchen, at the front of the room.
After a bit of tuning, he grins at me. “Blister?” is all he says, and I smile back nodding.
If I had to choose a song that was ‘our song' it would definitely be Blister in the Sun. It was the first song we bonded over back when we were learning how to be each other's friend. Connie had recently passed his test and we were out for a drive when it came on the radio. It turned out Eren loved it as much as I did. Whenever I hear it now, I picture both of us in Connie’s back seat, loudly singing our hearts out and finger drumming.
I count us in and we start playing. Most people quickly pick up on the song and join in with the chorus, while Connie enthusiastically bangs out the beat on the coffee table. I have to laugh at how drunk Eren is, hitting the odd bum note and adding in over the top flourishes to certain chords. It’s imperfectly brilliant in an odd sort of way, like watching At the Drive in live or something.
Fleetwood Mac gets a suitably drunken sing-a-long next, before we play some classic Kinks and Last Night by The Strokes. I’m in the mood for something heavier and suggest Celebrity Skin, which I follow with Nirvana’s Sliver. Eren and I sing/scream a bit too enthusiastically and my throat is ragged by the end of it. I decide we all need something more laid-back now, if for no other reason than to give my voice a rest. Although it does have a certain sexy roughness to it now if I do say so myself!
I glance around the room as I grab a quick swig of my JD & coke and my eyes fall on Marco, chatting to Mikasa and Historia. He laughs at something Historia says and the way his eyes squint as he rocks back in his seat is so genuine and carefree.
I know what I want to play next.
I start tapping out a beat on the body of the guitar. The chatter around me grows a little quieter and I start strumming the opening bars of 1979. I watch as Marco stops to look up, instantly recognising that I’m playing the Pumpkins. My face splits into a goofy grin but I don’t care. I don’t care if he knows it’s for him. I want him to know.
Eren and Connie join in, giving the song more presence, and I swear it’s as though an invisible blanket of calm settles over us all. Everyone singing along quietly with serene expressions and smiling gently.
Floch comes back in and sits on the arm of the sofa next to Marco, who’s so lost in the song (I’m happy to say), he jumps a little when Floch brushes against him. My eyes are drawn to them again when I notice Floch’s arm snaking around Marco’s shoulders and I know I should look away but I don’t, too eager to see how Marco reacts.
I really wish I had.
Just as Marco looks up to give Floch a smile, Floch tugs him forward by his shirt and ducks his head down for a kiss. Marco’s eyes go wide at first, clearly caught off-guard, but then he just melts into it, his eyes fluttering closed while his hand comes up to rest on his boyfriend’s waist.
It’s like a stinging slap in the face and the shock of it makes my hands stutter on the fret board for a moment. I stare straight down and try to concentrate on what note comes next but honestly, I want nothing more than for this fucking song to be over. It's ruined now. I just wanted this song to remind Marco of…well, it doesn’t fucking matter anymore because now all he’ll think of is the time Floch kissed him so sweetly it made his head spin.
I speed up towards the end of the song and finish with a loud strum. Thank fuck it's over. I curse my eyes for flitting up again, knowing fine well I’m going to see something I don’t want to. Their lips are no longer locked together but the way they’re both gazing at each other is somehow worse and I wonder how my neck and ears can burn so intensely when icy shards are settling in my stomach.
“Here Con you take over for a bit,” I say thrusting the guitar in Connie’s direction, purposely not making eye contact.
Connie might be a few fries short of a Happy Meal but he always knows when somethings up and I don’t want to get into things with him that I haven’t even processed myself yet. I sway a little on my feet as I head to the kitchen, but I feel stone cold sober. My buzz is gone, and I desperately need to sink into oblivion.
Annie and Armin are chatting at one side of the kitchen when I enter. I give them a polite smile and am so grateful when they carry on their conversation instead of engaging me in a new one. Grabbing a tumbler, I pour myself some Jack Daniels. No longer seeing the point of mixers I take a straight sip and try to concentrate on the sharp burn it creates at the back of my throat.
My forehead starts pulsing and I take some deep breaths to prevent it becoming an all out throb, but the sharp fluorescent lights in here are doing me no favours. Connie and Eren have stopped playing and the sound of chatter in the next room grows louder. A bass line starts thumping as the music is turned back up again. The vibration of it makes my skin crawl and my head’s getting worse.
I take another sip but it does nothing. The sound of laughter wafting in from the living sounds more like screeching and my head hammers with the sharpness of it. I need a moment alone. I gulp down the remainder of my drink. Staggering out the kitchen, I head straight for the end of the hallway and open the door to Marlowe’s room, which I suppose is now the spare room.
I flick the light on and wince at how bright it is. There’s no lampshade, just a lone bulb casting a hideous white glare onto everything. I fumble about with a bedside lamp and smack the light back off as quick as I can.
It’s a bit weird seeing the bed made up but then I figure Eren must’ve done it in case anyone wants to crash. I could simply sit on said bed (like a normal person) but I don’t, opting to sit on the floor and wedge myself between the side of the bed and the radiator. Well, I say wedge, there’s just enough room to stretch my legs out. I quickly retract them, however, and bring my knees up to my chest. I find it helps my breathing and my head isn’t pounding anymore, although now it’s swimming. Shit. I am really fucking drunk.
Part of me wants to just sit here and think about absolutely nothing, but Marco and Floch keep flashing in front of my eyes and I know it’s no use. I need to be honest with myself.
Almost hugging Marco, my disproportionate and fervent hatred of Floch, purposely playing the Pumpkins, my reaction to that kiss.
No denying it son, you have a major case of the hots for Marco.
I take a deep steadying breath and let it out slowly.
Okay. It's okay. You’ve had crushes before and they never last long. You just need to ride this one out like all the others. A few weeks of subtle eye-banging and extra masturbation to get it out of your system and you'll be fine.
It’s true, the only people I’ve ever fell hard for were Mikasa and Hitch. Everyone else has been a mere flash in the pan. Even my infatuation with Armin lasted less than a month. Granted, the fact that Marco has an absolute bell-end of a boyfriend is gonna make this harder but I'll get through it. Yep. Wait it out. Good plan. And in the meantime…
“Ugh…” I groan, resting my head on my knees. “I am so fucked.”
The door creaks open behind me and I hear soft footsteps padding across the floor. I don’t need to turn my head, I already know who it is.
“Hey Armin.”
“Hey! What you hiding in here for?” they ask slumping down onto the floor next to me.
“Just had a bit of a headache is all. It’s getting better though.”
“Nawww,” they coo.
A hand wraps gently around my shoulders before coaxing my head down to rest on their shoulder. I hum contentedly as they start playing with my hair and let my eyes drift closed.
“Hmm. Thanks Armin.”
“No problem. You sure it’s just your headache bothering you?”
You already know the answer to that.
No point insulting them by lying. Armin can always see through it anyway.
“Yeah I’m okay. Just…Do you ever, like…worry about being alone?”
“What do you mean?”
“Like…that you’ll never find someone and even if you did it would eventually turn to shit anyway. That we're all destined to be lonely.”
Jesus I am definitely shitfaced.
“Hmm. Yeah. A lot actually.”
“Really?” I say, looking up at them as best I can without moving my head.
They continue stroking my hair, their cheek resting on the side of my head.
“Yeah of course. I think everyone does you know? It’s scary not knowing what your life is going to turn out like and who you’ll have to share it with. But..”
They lift their head and look down at me.
“Just because it doesn’t work out for some people Jean, doesn’t mean you’re destined to repeat their mistakes.”
They always get straight to the heart of the problem. My parents never found lasting happiness = maybe I never will either.
I sit up now and look at them earnestly. Their hand falls from my hair but stays on my shoulder.
“So what do you do in the meantime? Like, how do you not worry about it?”
It’s unfair of me to ask, to expect them to have all the answers, but Armin’s always been so wise, like my own little personal Buddha.
They sigh and gaze wistfully at nothing in particular, thinking about what they want to say.
“There’s no easy answer Jean. I think you just have to put yourself in the hands of the universe and see where it takes you. It probably sounds cliché to say ‘stay positive’ but if you go through life assuming you’ll never find someone then you probably won’t. I just try to be open to the idea without fixating on it. Live in the moment, you know?”
How do they always do this? Even when they’re telling me things that I kind of know already, they still manage to make me feel a million times better.
I smile softly, “Yeah I guess you’re right.”
“Don’t worry about things you don’t already know. You can’t predict the future so don’t try. And anyway, you’ll never be alone with us bunch of misfits around to drive you crazy,” they laugh. “And you’ll always have me whether you like it or not.”
“Yeah, right back at you.”
I don’t realise just how far I’ve leaned in towards them until my eyes lock onto the starburst pattern of their pale blue irises. I know I should stop, but I keep falling forward. Armin does the same, and the way their eyes flit down to my lips doesn’t go unnoticed. The hand they’ve left on my shoulder grips fractionally tighter. I let my eyes close and continue falling until I find what I’m searching for.
My lips find theirs and I kiss them, softly, barely there, before pulling back. I expect that to be it, for Armin to shift away from me and laugh awkwardly but they don’t. They move forward and kiss me back, firmly. I let my eyes drift closed and focus on their soft lips, their delicate nose brushing my cheek. The hand on my shoulder slides up to caress the back of my head, as I let my fingertips ghost up the side of their arm. I cup Armin’s face and kiss them back more fervently.
I lick softly over Armin's bottom lip and feel their breathing quicken. There’s the taste of something sweet and sharp on their lips. I chase it, sliding my tongue into their mouth, earning me the tiniest little hum. I quickly sink into a fog of escapism and relish every moment. I can feel myself getting pulled deeper with every swipe of Armin’s tongue, but with it, the knowledge that if I allow myself to come to my senses – even for just a second – the spell will be broken.
No, not yet. Sink with me Armin. Stay with me a little longer.
They tug gently on my shaggy undercut and I can’t help the soft moan that tumbles from my lips onto theirs. I let my fingers trail from Armin’s face down to their waist and grip firmly, before moving again to their thigh. I knead the firm flesh with my thumb as I plummet, deeper and deeper into the soft heat of our kiss. My hand shifts, sliding up closer, closer still, almost up to-
“Jean wait,” Armin pants, pulling away from me.
The spell is broken.
They don’t have to say anything else, I know it’s over, but I listen anyway. “If this is what you need I’m here, but…I get the feeling that, this isn’t really what you want?”
Trust Armin to know me better than I know myself. I could play along with my heart instead of my head, convince myself that I really do want this, but my head wins out in the end. Armin’s right. This isn’t what I want, I’m just searching for a distraction after realising I’m most definitely lusting after Marco.
Hang on, what was that? I stop and process what they’ve just said to me - ‘If this is what you need I’m here’.
Fuck. Was I really just about to throw myself at Armin for the sake of needing a ‘distraction’? With no regard for their feelings or how it could affect things between us?
Christ. When did you become such a self-absorbed fucking shit?
The realisation that I just came so close to using Armin for my own selfish reasons knocks me sick. What the fuck was I thinking?
“Fuck, Armin I…shit,” I don’t even know what to say. I just put my head in my hands.
“Hey! Jean c’mon it’s okay.”
Arrgggh!! No, you’re making them feel bad! They haven’t done anything wrong!
“No, Armin it’s not okay.” I look directly at them. “I am so fucking sorry.”
There’s not a single hint of anger or disappointment in their face when they look at me. They just smile.
“Jean there’s nothing to be sorry for, alright? We’re just a bit drunk. If anything, I’m more shocked it’s taken us this long to have a drunken kiss. Two hot friends who’ve known each other for how many years? I’m offended it’s taken you this long to make a move,” they joke nudging me in the shoulder.
“I don’t deserve you Armin.”
I don’t. I really don’t. I could’ve royally fucked up our friendship just now and they’re letting me off the hook. Not only that but they’re still making me feel better, painting a smile back on my unworthy face.
“Sure you do. C’mon let’s go see what the others are up to. You know how dangerous it is to leave them unsupervised for too long.”
“Yeah. Yeah okay.”
I let Armin help me to my feet, like so many times before, and squeeze their hand in an unspoken vow to never allow myself to do something so stupid ever again.
#jeanmarco#jeanmarco fanfic#jean x marco#jean x marco fanfic#jearmin#jean kirschtien#marco bodt#jean kirstein#Marco Bott#fic: you had me at b minor#long fic#slow burn#aot fanfiction#snk fanfiction#aot fandom#snk#AoT#attack on titan fanfiction#shingeki no kyojin#attack on titan
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What ruins the mood during sex
(Because I've seen so many people do this and I love the concept so much.) Obviously minors go away.
~Levi: He twists you and himself around on the bed because he's tired of this angle and a loud crack ensues from the movement that causes the two of you to just stare at each other like: 😬
"Which one of us was that?" You snicker, trying not to fully burst out laughing.
"I don't know." He replies staring you up and down. "Are you in pain?"
~Eren: Eren's a highkey baby so when he's hovering over you, drilling into you till you're crying, wrapped around him as you beg for more and he suddenly gets a cramp.. (yea that's it for the night.)
Eventually when you realize neither of you are hurt you end up just holding each other and kissing. You may not be having sex anymore but this is still sweet.
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"Shit shit ow!!"
"What?? What's the matter?!"
"I pulled something! It hurts!" He grips his thigh huffing like he's been stabbed.
"Stretch it out baby, it'll be ok just breathe."
~Connie: He's got such a nice pace going, he's holding your waist. Thrusts up every time you come down and then all of a sudden he just bursts into a loud guffaw. Just random asf and he can not calm down so you just sit there on his dick like: 😒😑
All he wants to do after that is sleep. Doesn't matter if neither of you came. Maybe try resuming in the morning ig. 🙄
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He does calm down eventually but by that point you're more than a little over it. "What exactly was so funny that had to stop us from having sex?"
"I don't remember now." He shrugs mfer tries to come in for a kiss and you're like,
~Armin: You're sucking him off and he's a mess. Sweet baby is so loud as he chases after his orgasm and it's so sexy till he accidentally slips out of your mouth and with no warning paints your face white. There's cum in your hair, up your nose, a little went in your eye. Now you're out here huffing sperm with one eye closed.
"Nope, I'm gonna go shower."
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"Oh my God I'm so sorry! I'm so so sorry! It just came outta nowhere and and it felt so good.."
"It's ok.. really Armin don't worry."
~Jean: You're hovering over him as you press him as deep inside yourself as you can. His hands squeezing your ass as he helps guide you. His eyes flutter shut and his mouth opens for the weirdest grunt/cough/gasp combo to tip out and he just stops, eyes wide as he looks up at you and even if you don't want to you're shaking with laughter.
After he helps you clean your face the two of you just end up cuddling till you both fall asleep.
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"What was that?!" You wheeze as you look down at the dark blush covering his face.
~Erwin: I'm gonna be honest with you he was genuinely enjoying himself till he started contemplating over all the paperwork he had to do tomorrow. And slowly but surely he was just awkwardly thrusting into you while his brain worked over how many stacks were still left on his desk.
He can't even answer, just moves his arm to cover his face. Have fun spending the next hour and a half telling him it's not that bad while snorting between words.
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"Erwin?" You kinda tilt your head towards him.
~Marco: Marco's always been more passionate during sex than you. Not to say you enjoy it less he just gets excited so much easier and right now he's loud. The bed is creaking as you lay both your palms flat on his chest working your hips down on his cock. He gasps so loud you're almost worried passersby can here him through the window.
"Sorry, my job is never done." He tells you. "However, I do want to help you finish." His breath tickles your neck and he leans closer, angling his hips so that he slides in deeper and then it was as if there hadn't been a pause.
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"You enjoying yourself?" You whisper unable to hide the chuckle that falls off your lips.
He pauses where he's thrusting up into you from below his face growing pink. "Am I being too loud again?"
"I think it's adorable."
"Sorry.." He huffs "I just can't get enough of you."
The second you both start up again you're matching his energy cause let's be honest you can't get enough of him either.
#levi ackerman smut#eren jager smut#connie springer smut#armin arlert smut#jean krischtein smut#erwin smith smut#marco bodt smut#snk smut#aot smut#i laughed way too hard at jean connie and levis parts#marco's part made me blush
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Pt 2 to that Jean Marco fic 😢
Gosh this was at the very bottom of my inbox, I am so sorry it took so long ! Anyways, here you go !
Part 1
genre : nsfw, mdni
warnings : stepcest, masturbation, size kink, threesome, oral sex (m. receiving), penetrative sex, degradation, praise kink, cock warming, dirty talk, dacryphilia, female bodied reader
Jean had dreamed of this, over and over again. At night as he laid in bed, alone, eyes shut and brows furrowed as he furiously jerked his cock to the thought of you, his sweet little step sister. He knew you’d be the sweetest, your pretty little cunt so tight for his thick cock and your cries of his name the most enchanting of melodies.
But nothing could have prepared him for the real thing. For the way your plush walls clamped down around his length and sucked him in as he pushed inside of you with a grunt, hands holding onto your hips to keep you in place.
A merciless chuckle fell from Marco’s lips as you gagged on his dick, the tip shoved far down your throat and his tender balls pressed flush against your chin, nose buried in his curls.
“Gosh-Such a fucking whore-” He praised, voice laced with dark amusement. He marvelled at the tears streaming down your cheeks. He had wanted to corrupt you for so long, his best friend’s cute little sister. “Taking the both of us so fucking well.”
He had always known that under these innocent doe eyes and your cute little skirts slept a sinful little thing.
Your fingers dug in the skin of his thighs, cries muffled by his length buried in your mouth as your step brother split you open on his cock, walls stretched with every inch he slid inside of your weeping cunt. It ached and it burned as he bottomed out, so full of him, so full of them you could only choke.
He groaned, head tilted back to reveal the swell of his Adam apple, “Re-Relax, okay ?” He choked out, “Big-big brother’s got you, princess.”
“Isn’t she such a perfect thing ? Say it, Jean, tell her how good she is for taking your cock like the perfect little slut she is.” Marco encouraged, hand smoothing over your locks to pull you farther down his length, your mouth doing a wonderful job at keeping his cock warm. “Tell her long you’ve been dreaming to fill this cute little pussy to the brim.”
Jean’s brows furrowed as his hips nudged against yours, strokes deep and slow over your walls as his cock dragged heavy inside of you. Each veins and curves of his length carving you to his shaft as he thrusts at a steady pace, savouring your warmth wrapped around him.
“You-You’re such a good girl, princess-” He grunted, a moan spilling from him as your walls fluttered around his length. Drunk on his praises and the way he fucked the air right out of your lungs, dick so thick and long it had your thoughts turning to mush in your head. “’ve been-’ve been wanting to fuck-fuck you so bad.”
“That’s right, good boy.” Marco praised, eyes dark with lust as he observed his best friend losing himself in you. A blissful sight. His gaze turned to you, patting your head with gentle strokes before pulling you up by your hair.
Delicious pain spread over your scalp, eyes glazed with need as you gazed up at him through remnants of tears.
“Want him to fuck you too, don’t you pretty girl ? Want him to pump you so full you can’t talk ?” He questioned with a gentle smile. And there you recognised the kind and sweet Marco you knew.
You nodded, desperation laced through your voice as you pleaded, “Yes-Yes, please- want-want to cum-”
“Right, we’ve heard enough.” He cut off, stuffing your mouth with his cock once again. “You’ve heard her, Jean. Harder.”
And Jean was always so eager to please you, his dear step sister. So it is with a swelling heart and throbbing length that he picked up the pace, hips snapping against yours with forceful thrusts, pumping himself inside of you. Making sure to hit that sweet spot of yours with every heartbeat.
The coil in your stomach burned as Jean’s moans and whines of your name graced your ears. The only thing you could process as he fucked you dumb and sent you jolting forward, gagging on his best friend’s cock.
“Feels-Feels so good !” Jean let out as your walls tightened around him, your release crashing over you in violent waves, thighs shaking and eyes rolling to the back of your head.
His pants filled the room and his hips stuttered against yours as he shoved himself balls deep inside of you for a final thrust, stuffing you full of hot and thick cum.
And as the two of you came down, Marco could only smile. Knowing that he had succeeded in corrupting his two little puppies.
@sunshinedragonofthewest there you go baby
#thirsts#aot x reader#snk x reader#attack on titan x reader#attack on titans x reader#aot smut#snk smut#marco bodt smut#marco bodt x reader#makeup#marco smut#jean x reader#jean kirstein smut#jean smut#jean kirstein x reader
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Aot D— Heacanons
NSFW Minors DNI
Request for @petitepaesan
I am so so so sorry this is really late I didn’t have a lot of time in my irl life to finish this BUT ITS DONE NOW YAY
I’m including every main aot guy to make it up for it taking so long 👍
Eren
Big, 7 inches. Nicely proportioned cock to ball ratio. He lets his hair grow out sometimes and then completely shaves himself hairless who knows why. His dick still looks presentable even when soft, and he doesn’t mind showing it off.
Armin
5 inches. He is lightly hairy, its all basically peach fuzz besides his pubes. He is very sensitive and squirms at every touch. It’s very easy to overstimulate him, and he has a tendency to cum too early but he actually has good stamina and can go multiple rounds. Its a secret but he has a thing for getting his balls touched.
Jean
7 inches. Long dick, kinda skinny, slightly veiny. His balls kinda hang lol. He is sorta hairy, his hairs are light brown and mainly on his legs, arms, and chest. He doesn’t shave ever but he is obsessed with trimming and self grooming. He is always very clean.
Connie
5.5 inches. He has a nice girth, and his balls are pretty big and tight. The skin is a bit darker than anywhere else on his body. He isnt naturally very hairy but he shaves anyway. He is secretly insecure of what his limp dick looks like and always makes sure nobody’s looking while he’s changing.
Marco
6 inches. Kinda thick, very pretty looking. He has beauty marks all over, including on his balls. Most of his hair is at the top of his dick leading into a small happy trail. He enjoys naked cuddles while soft.
Bertholdt
Massive...9.5 inches. Slightly curved. Thick dark hair all over, but most heavily on his lower half. He pretends to be embarrassed but secretly he loves showing off.
Reiner
6.5 inches. Thick cock, big balls. His body hair is blonde, he has a big happy trail, and he waxes his chest. He always thinks he can last longer than he really can.
Floch
6.5 inches. Slim, but it looks normal with his frame. He is very into self grooming, and always shaves his legs and ass and his pubes are either shaved or trimmed shortly.
Marlow
Honestly he’s packing, 7.5 inches. Probably never shaves not even if you ask.
Porco
6.5 inches. Thick dick, big tight balls. Trimmed pubes, shaved body hair. Its the color of his sideburns. He thinks his cock, legs, and ass are the hottest thing ever and checks himself out in the mirror constantly. He has a serious jockstrap obsession.
Colt
6 inches. Pretty average looking but he’s confident. Curly blonde hair, unshaved, a lot around his ass and taint lol. All his friends have seen it because he has streaked drunk numerous times.
Niccolo
6 inches. Kinda thin but it looks pretty balanced. Very pink at the tip. Very, very light brown hairs at the base, down his balls and up his ass. Not very hairy anywhere else.
Zeke
6.5 inches. Big balls, they hang. Hairy as fuck all over. He usually just unzips his fly instead of pulling down his pants when fucking.
Levi
4 inches. im sorry levi fans he is not a hung 8 inch daddy monster cock you are insane? probably either shaved all his pubes off because he’s convinced it is more “clean” that way or keeps a little thick patch at the top and then shaves everything else off.
Erwin
8 inches. If there was such a thing as a “manly” looking cock this would be it. Thick, very thick. Hairy, but more like medium heavy body hair all around. His cock has slipped out of his shorts in public too many times.
Kenny
7 inches. his cock thick damn. saggy balls. salt n pepper hair all over. hes hairy as FUCK.
Onyakanpon
7 inches. his balls are actually super nicely shaped, very round. He keeps his hair trimmed medium short and has a patch of black hair on his chest. He is also very sensitive but he likes to make it last when he’s having sex so he will usually stop every once in a while and edge himself so he doesn’t cum early.
bonus
Hanji
5.5 inches. Very stout and kinda cute. Thick curly reddish brown hair right at the top, then trimmed everywhere else. They like to shave their legs, arms, and chest.
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