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enretrogue · 2 months

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𝗙𝗘𝗕𝗥𝗨𝗔𝗥𝗬 𝟮𝟬𝟮𝟰 𝗙𝗜𝗖 𝗥𝗘𝗖𝗦

༝༚༝༚ = Black/POC Works ⎢ 24’ Fic Rec M.List

ATTACK ON TITAN:

Multi-Character

Window Shopping (Connie Springer +. Ryomen Sukuna) — @chrollohearttags ༝༚༝༚

Threesome (Connie Springer + Onyankopon) — @merakidoll ༝༚༝༚

Tryna Threeway With His Roomie (Jean Kirstein + Connie Springer) — @honeybleed

On Valentine’s Day (Jean Kirstein +Porco Galliard) — @shepnicolo

Double Penetration (Reiner Braun + Zeke Jaeger) — @nekomacheercaptain

Double the Fun (Eren Jaeger + Reiner Braun) — @daisynik7

Drift King (Eren Jaeger + Ryomen Sukuna) — @s-sugustar ༝༚༝༚

Connie Springer

“Make It Fit”!Connie — @nysrage ༝༚༝༚

Midnight Snack — ^ ༝༚༝༚

Messages w/ Bestfriend!Connie — @morgluvsconnie ༝༚༝༚

When Connie First Saw You, He Knew You Were The One — ^ ༝༚༝༚

24/7 — @ayeyolooo ༝༚༝༚

He Fucks the Attitude Out of You — @kyunzin ༝༚༝༚

Let Me Get A Taste — ^ ༝༚༝༚

Connie Meets Y/N’s Doggy — @cindol ༝༚༝༚

Ears Pierced — @rissouu ༝༚༝༚

Some Help — @nininikki ༝༚༝༚

Soft Thug ⎢ Part 2 — @klipkillakai ༝༚༝༚

Forgotten — @spliffymae

Nobody Else, Nothing Else — @rrenzwrld ༝༚༝༚

Eren Jaeger (Yeager)

Happy Valentine’s Day, Daddy! — @merakidoll ༝༚༝༚

Jean Kirstein (Kirschtein)

Plug!Jean — @rissouu ༝༚༝༚

Texts w/ Plug!Jean — ^ ༝༚༝༚

I’m Thinkin’ Bout Wifin’ You — ^ ༝༚༝༚

Late Night Drives — @jeanboyjean

All Mine — @planeteroticaaa

The Way Things Go — @plutoccult

Someday — @kingkonoha

Jean Covering His Ears — @shunsuis

DILF!Jean — @jeankirsteinsgrlfrnd

Stupid Gifts and a New Milestone — @sleepingpillscosmos

Now Playing At The Video Store — @mochimooon

Onyankopon

4 Your Eyes Only — @nysrage ༝༚༝༚

The House Party — ^ ༝༚༝༚

Rollin’ To Love — ^ ༝༚༝༚

Just Me Loving You — @s-sugustar ༝༚༝༚

Mutuals — @anucalor ༝༚༝༚

Smutty Blurb — @katsukis-lilbunnywhore ༝༚༝༚

Reiner Braun

Tutoring Jock!Reiner — @mommypieck

Reiner Fucking Your Wrist — ^

Headpats, please? — @erwinsmithsmissingleftarm

NSFW Alphabet — ^

Eye Contact — @love-fictional-ppl

Gingerbread Sweet — @amywritesthings

Sugar Daddy Reiner — @agusrkive

BLEACH:

Multi-Character:

Bleach Men Taking Your Baby to the Grocery Store HCs (Kensei, Renji, Byakuya, Grimmjow, Ichigo) — @dreadsuitsamus

Byakuya Kuchiki

Bella Notte — @sashi-ya

Valentine’s Event — @actuallysaiyan

“Unwanted” Matrimony” — @tojiscumdumpster ༝༚༝༚

Renji Abarai

Knockout — @tojiscumdumpster ༝༚༝༚

THE GRAY MAN:

Court Gentry/Sierra Six

He a Creature — @ryanclutched

Alone Together — @ken-dom

NARUTO:

Multi-Character

“Thank you for the flowers” Prank (Naruto, Sasuke, Shikamaru, Kakashi) — @kingkonoha

Out of My Mind ⎢ Ch. 2 ⎢ Ch. 3 ⎢ Ch. 4 (Neji Hyuga + Shikamaru Nara) — @hyuganejiswife

Shikamaru Nara

One Night — @kingkonoha

Boy’s Night — @galaxychaos78

Kinktober Day 21: Squirting — @actuallysaiyan

Shikamaru w/ a Busty Reader HCs — @chocolatetheoristcloud

Night In — @jodrawssmut

Alone — @nanamimizz

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braunbakery · 1 year

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little sparrow

☞ jean kirstein x fem reader [ one-shot word count: 2.7k]

☞ sfw, angst angst angst, canon-verse

☞ plot: the world is ending, you are on a boat to your death, and your thoughts are of jean. (takes place on the boat to the hangar in marley season 4, managa ch. 131)

☞ inspired by little sparrow - alan dunham

☞ little sparrow

jean stands at the deck of the ship looking out at the surrounding ocean. you watch him from the other side of the deck. you watch the wind brush through his hair. you watch his jaw clench as he looks up at the trail of smoke the ship is leaving in its path. you watch him.

(you’ve watched him before. you’ve spent years watching him. most times he catches your gaze and shoots you a smirk. a knowing smirk, a friendly smirk, a pitiful smirk? you don’t know. but he looks you right in the eyes when he does it and that’s all that seems to matter to you.

“what you lookin’ at, huh?” he says, knowing full well it’s him. you huff out a smile in response, trying to cover up the speeding of your heart and the dryness of your mouth.

“nothing much,” you say, and he breaks out into a smile that makes you break out into a wider one. you’ve known jean for years, you’ve been through battle and war with him, yet in this moment you still can’t tell if he knows. if he knows the way your heart tugs in your chest when he breaks your stare and looks away.)

he catches you this time too, albeit this time is different. this time the wind is rushing through both of your ears, and even if he wanted to say something, you wouldn’t be able to hear him from how far he is. even if he wanted to say something, he doesn’t. he holds your gaze and looks at you solemnly, looks at you with the kind of exhaustion that makes you want to grab him and whisk him away from all of this.

there is no smirk this time. there is no joke quipped or cheeky smile. he stares at you and it would seem almost blank if you didn’t know him inside out. and then he nods at you (a slight nod, like it’s taking all of his power to do it) and goes back to looking ahead at the waves on the horizon.

“you okay?” a voice softly asks you, cutting you out of your thoughts. you turn to your left and find armin.

“armin, hey,” you say, and offer him a smile despite current circumstances. armin nods at you again, ushering you to answer his question (like you’d tell him the truth. like you’d admit that in the midst of this war and carnage and the end of the fucking world, you’re thinking about jean kirstein and wondering if he’s thinking about you. you’re thinking about jean kirstein and wishing his heart was aching because of you and not her).

“i’m fine, i’m just –”

“just?” armin cuts you off, interrupting your rehearsed response. just looking at the waves, you wanted to say. but you know that just as you’ve know jean for years, armin has known you for those years as well. and even if you haven’t been with them through the same thick and thin that they have all endured, he knows you enough to know that you’re still pining after jean in the wake of corpses and flames.

“…just,” is all you can say back. armin offers you a slight smile (pitiful, almost. you don’t want to be pitied).

“right.”

“and you, are you okay?” you ask armin. armin nods his head at you.

“to the best of my ability.”

“and…” you look back off to your side at jean, who’s still holding the railing of the boat and looking out at the distance, “how about him?”

“he was talking to mikasa earlier and hasn’t said anything to anyone since,” armin bluntly states. you refuse to make eye contact with him.

(the mikasa of it all.

the mikasa of it all is a simple yet utterly painful concept. no matter how much you train, how much you pour your soul into being better, how much you are there for jean, you will never live up to mikasa.

and you are there for jean in an amount that is almost poisonous to you. you watch him watch her pine after eren, you offer him words of support, and in the darkest of moments you offer him yourself.

“jean,” you whisper in the in the night. you both stand leaning against the walls of headquarters, having just come back from a busy day of basically being the backbone behind building the new paradis railway. the chill of the night is biting at your cheeks and fingers and you’re barely able to see each other despite the dimly lit lantern hanging from the wall.

jean’s nose is brushing up against yours, and his breath is fanning your cheek. you had just come out here to talk, to escape the chaos of dinner (you more so believe it was to escape mikasa trying to urge eren to finish his food, but this is something that you can ignore for now as jean softly holds your face in his palms).

“is this okay?” jean whispers back at you, and when you look up into his eyes they are already boring into yours and you’re almost entranced by the reflection of the flickering lantern in them. you wonder if you stare long enough would you be able to make out mikasa’s silhouette in his thoughts?

this is not the first time this has happened. where jean has snuck you away to talk, or to walk, or to on some occasions kiss. and each time you think you feel even more deeply for him and for the way he listens and laughs at what you say. each time you think you disregard the fact that he is secretly wishing you were her more and more. more and more until you simply will yourself to forget. you swallow.

this is all you will ever get from him. that’s okay.

“yes,” you respond.

he offers you a soft and almost fleeting kiss. )

armin nudges you.

“right, okay,” you say, basically mechanically. you avoid armin’s gaze. this is ridiculous. now is not the time to become jealous and insecure of this crush that has plagued you for much too long, and yet here you stand doing exactly that. at the end of the day, you are stuck on this boat until you reach the azumabito hangar. you are stuck watching jean and wondering what it is about you that is not enough for him to be agonising over you and not her.

“maybe you should go talk to him,” armin offers.

“no, i think he’d rather be alone.”

“it’s the end of the world,” armin says. annie slowly walks past the two of you and climbs back down below deck. armin’s eyes momentarily follow her until she’s out of his vision. he looks back at you, “no one should be alone.”

armin stares at you meaningfully, and suddenly your limbs are moving before you will them to and you’re making your way to the other side of the deck. to jean. he turns his head towards you as you approach him and you can feel your stomach tie into a knot. you’ve fought men and titans, and this is what is sending your heart racing.

“hey,” you greet once you sidle up to him. jean offers you a close-mouthed smile. tired.

“hey,” he’s looking at you.

“how are you doing?” you ask as carefully as you can, jean’s smile widens and you both know it’s not out of any rush of happiness.

he laughs sarcastically, “great,” and you feel stupid until he smiles at you again, a real one this time. one that comes from sharing this whole ordeal together, “how are you?”

“fantastic,” you echo a similar sentiment. he huffs out a short laugh and you’re both looking at each other.

out of the context of death and destruction and feeling the weight of the world on your collective shoulders, you think jean looks quite beautiful right now. his eyes are tired, he has scratches across his face, his hair is tousled and there are smears of dirt over his clothes – but you are captivated by this view of him and the ocean. you think it is the most solace you have been offered in the past twenty four hours.

“you know…” you’re suddenly saying, and jean’s eyes are flitting back and forth between yours, “you know you can talk to me, jean.”

jean nods slightly and curtly, sidling up closer to you in what feels like an attempt to make sure you know what he is saying is true, “i know.” he doesn’t break away from your gaze.

“okay,” you say, “just… just reiterating.”

he tears his gaze away from you and stares ahead at the blue once more, and then you hear a slight mumbling from his direction.

“…there really isn’t anyone else i’d rather talk to.”

lie.

(jean always does this thing sometimes. he lies without meaning to, without really understanding the depth of his words. or maybe he doesn’t really understand the depth of how well you know him.

you think he has a habit of saying what he wishes to be true, what he believes to be true through logic and deduction, but not what is actually true.

he’s supposed to meet you straight after dinner outside to go for a walk. it’s not that serious, you’re just hanging out because you’re friends. you’re spending time together because your friends – but unfortunately when it comes to him it is that serious. everything is always that serious and you’re stuck waiting under the same lantern he kissed you at outside (this has become some sort of regular meeting spot now. you wonder if it holds the same significance to jean as it does to you), stuck leaning against a shitty cold wall and wondering what’s taking him so long.

at first, you don’t care – not really anyway. jean is boyish in the way that he has the same boyish stupidity that runs through half of the male population of the regiment under the age of twenty one (even armin). he’s either still eating and taking his time because he’s forgotten, getting caught up talking to someone, or taking a shit.

you venture back into the warmth of headquarters to find him and you know once he spots you he’ll remember and excuse himself.

and you do find him, outside the entryway of the dining hall of course distracted by talking to someone. talking to mikasa. and you know he was on his way out because he’s at the entryway. and some twisted part of you is enraged by the hypothetical of him knowing that you’re being kept waiting and choosing fleeting conversation with her over meeting you. a part of you is enraged by the part of you that is enraged.

and a part of you is slowly sinking back into yourself, hiding in the darkest corners of your body and trying to hold yourself together. trying not to catch onto small snippets of conversation and compare your voice to mikasa’s, your mannerisms to mikasa’s and your flare for conversation to mikasa’s (maybe you need to make yourself smaller and softer and quieter).

and then jean catches sight of you, eyes widening slightly. he holds up his index finger and mouths two words, ‘one second’.

lie.

you feel almost out of your own body when you make your way back outside and wait for ten more minutes.

you know that deep down you are somewhat just a simple distraction for jean from mikasa. whatever he wants you to be, you find yourself already morphed into it. whether a friend to laugh at his jokes or someone to hold. someone to hold him.

that does not make the reminder of it hurt any less. )

“right,” you say, lips pursed.

“what?” jean asks, angling his head to look back at you.

“nothing.”

“oh, come on,” he’s elbowing your side, echoing images of him from when he was just a young cadet, “you can’t hide from me.”

and you can’t help almost laugh to yourself at the irony of that. hiding from him is something you have been doing for years. hiding the true extent of your feelings, hiding the parts of yourself that you think will scare him away (the jealous parts. the upset parts. the angry parts that wish you had never offered yourself to him. that you had kept yourself to yourself.)

“it really is nothing, jean,” you say, placing a hand on his elbow and pushing it back down to his side. you swallow, “compared to all this anyway.”

jean holds your gaze, thinking about your statement and then sighs.

“yeah, i guess everything would be.”

a comfortable silence settles between the two of you, as you both listen to waves breaking and the wind rushing past your ears. you both lean over the railing, eyes squinting as you look out once more. the view does not get old. you don’t think it ever will.

“i hope that with some miracle eren makes it out.”

your head shoots towards jean, and you can tell he’s trying his hardest not to meet your eyes. his jaw clenches and unclenches and his grip on the railing is tighter than necessary.

“yeah,” is all you can say back. you want to give him enough room to speak. to be listened to. even if it means you have to bury whatever it is you may feel or may want to say.

“and i hope we do too,” jean continues.

your heart sinks. the thought that he may not make it terrifies you even more than the thought of your own demise. it’s scary that you feel enough for someone to not even blink an eye at your own imminent death but feel your world may come crashing down at the thought of theirs.

“jean, i –” you’re suddenly blurting out, and the way jean’s head immediately shoots towards you cuts you out of whatever it is you were going to say. you don’t know what it is you were going to say, but it feels like it’s trying to claw its way out of your mouth.

“yeah?”

“i have something to tell you,” you pronounce every vowel and syllable carefully, trying to sound them all out in a way that soothes the way your insides feel like they’re caving in.

jean’s brows scrunch in concern and you can feel him gravitating towards you (which does nothing for your heart), “yeah?”

you can hear hange yelling in the distance and out of the corner of your eye you can make out the hangar slowly coming into view. jean follows your gaze and notices it too, but then he’s looking back at you as more people shuffle across the deck.

“i –” you try to start, but there are more yells. reiner stomps up the steps and onto deck towards hange.

“i –” it gets caught in your throat again as you make out mikasa’s dark hair blowing in the wind and walking over to armin.

jean, filled with sweet concern gently places a hand on your arm, and you wish you could disappear. you wish you could escape this feeling, this aching and this torment. you wish you had never met him. you wish you could be someone else. you wish you could be the perfect someone else for him, the one that is enough.

“i love you,” you blurt out.

you’re staring at him in shock at your own words and he’s staring at you like he’s trying to piece your words together over and over to figure out what they really mean. you swallow and swallow and swallow and your heart runs and runs and runs. there’s more shuffling all around you and suddenly everyone is above deck, chattering and planning and discussing.

but it’s still just you and jean alone at this corner and you can’t hope but pray for this moment between words to go on forever, so you never have to know his reaction. so you never have to plan how to go on after it.

jean’s hand moves from your arm as he now clasps your shoulder. like a comrade.

“i need to go.”

and he makes his way to hange.

you stand and listen to the howling wind alone.

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cherryyysodapop · 1 year

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NSFW Masterlist

Attack on Titan

Eren Jaeger

Fics:

Eren Jaeger/Female Reader (She/her)

She’s Full of It | Modern AU, Porn What Plot, Rough Bathroom Sex | Oneshot/Completed | WC 3.6K

There’s literally no description for this, it’s just three thousand words of pure smut. **This fic has a sprinkle of Jean/Reader

Available on AO3, Wattpad, & Tumblr.

Jean Kirstein

Fics:

Jean Kirstein/Female Reader | Mikasa Ackerman/Female Reader (She/her)

Devil’s Advocate | Spy AU, Dark Romance, Thriller | On Hiatus/Being Rewritten | CH Estimate: 14 Total

*Pending Summary…*

Sasha Braus

Fics:

Sasha Braus/Female Reader | Pieck Finger/Female Reader (They/them)

Switching up the Scene | Celeb/Actor AU, Porn With Plot, Love Triangles | On Hiatus/Ongoing | Current WC- 20K

You and Sasha have been "having sex" for almost a year now, behind a camera that is. You've been to premieres, parties, and events together, but tonight Sasha invites you, and you alone, over for dinner. Who knew the two of you would be eating twice?

Exclusively on AO3 & Wattpad.

#jean x reader #eren jeager x reader #sasha braus x reader #pieck x reader #mikasa x reader #aot smut #aot x reader #jean kirstein x reader #mikasa ackerman x reader #aot headcanons #snk smut #pieck finger smut #sasha braus smut #eren jeager smut

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bibblelevi · 2 years

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Silver Soul ch 12 sneak peak because who knows if/when it will ever be published

Warnings for Season 4 Part 2 spoilers, major character death, mentions of injury and violence, mention of vomit, descriptions of grief

Levi stands close by as the medics place the stretcher down beside you. The two boyish-looking men grab your limbs.

“Be gentle,” he snarls. They nearly cower, but instead nod their heads incessantly, muttering “yes sir”s over and over while you’re gently laid down.

They lift you up. He steps out of their way and follows distantly behind.

“Kirstein.”

Jean is staring at the ground, red eyes glued to a blood stain in the floor. Armin, and Mikasa draped Sasha’s body in a sheet and saw her off, while Connie sat there trying to tear his hair out of his head. Levi counts his lucky stars that it wasn’t you, even if he does feel guilty for it.

“Jean,” he says, more firmly, calling him by what he used to when he was just a hot-headed kid on his squad. He hasn’t realized how much he’s grown in a handful of years. Jean silently raises his chin, locking eyes with Levi.

“Yes, Captain?”

Levi murmurs your name and nods in the direction you’re being carried. “I can’t see her off. You go for me.”

“But Connie…”

“Then do whatever you need to do. Just get out of here.”

He’s trying to take the kid’s mind off his worst nightmare coming to life by giving him a new purpose. When you survive, Jean may have some semblance of hope restored. Not everything will have been lost.

“Yes, sir,” Jean answers.

The tall boy—because Levi still sees something of a child in him, regardless of how easy it is to remember he’s anything but that—starts for the door. Levi clasps a hand over his shoulder, and lets his gaze fall to the floor where Sasha’s body lay hollowed-out barely an hour ago. An ice cold hand dips inside his body, violates and seizes the similarly hollowed spot right between his ribs, dangerously close to his heart.

“I’m sorry, Jean.”

Jean’s breath catches. “How… how the hell… After everything… by-by some fucking kid. I don’t… It’s makes no sense. It didn’t happen.”

“I know,” Levi says. “I know.”

Jean doesn’t linger. He leaves without saying good-bye, and Levi frowns at the floor. The day is bleak for a reason.

He reminds himself of the things he has to do before the sky turns black: Confer with Hange and the other Squad Leaders, scrub his skin raw, sign some documents, ensure Zeke and Eren’s captivity, confirm his departure. Make sure Connie doesn’t puke up a lung wailing over his dead friend. Make sure your body isn’t permanently mangled where he shot right through you. Make sure Hange eats something before they sign death certificates until dawn.

“Captain,” a voice interrupts his train of thought.

Levi glances over his shoulder where Onyankopon stands a few feet away.

“Onyankopon. You’re still here?”

“Yes, I had some things to finish up. I’m heading back now.”

Levi nods. He remembers Onyankopon kneeling over your body, and your fingers brushing his arm as he made you laugh. He had shown you a photograph.

“She said you had someone back home?” Levi says. It’s unlike him to pry at someone’s personal life, but this is something important to you. Or, at least, it was something you enjoyed hearing so much that you wanted Levi to know about it. Probably so he could enjoy it, too.

“Oh, yes.” They start walking out together. “Shelby, she’s working to become a doctor. She’s incredible.”

“How did you meet?”

“Ah,” he winces. “I may have accidentally nailed myself in the hand hanging a picture.”

“How does one manage to do something dumb like that?”

“Well, you see, some of us are clumsy. Nails are thin and small.”

“I see.”

“Yes. So, when I went to the hospital, Shelby tended to me. Had to give me a shot, too, and I’m deathly afraid of needles.”

“Deathly?”

“Deathly.”

“You would not have survived here. Lots of pointy edges. Prickly things.”

Onyankopon snorts. “You’re somewhat prickly yourself, Captain.”

Levi’s face scrunches and he whips his head toward him. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“You can be… quite callus.”

“No one’s ever told me that to my face.” Except for you, at some point, he’s sure. And maybe Hange, too.

“Don’t take it to heart,” he assures. “The Corporal was adamant that you’re anything but.”

“Oh? She doesn’t know what she’s talking about, ever. Never believe a single word that comes out of her mouth.”

Onyankopon hums while Levi chews on the inside of his cheek. He has no doubt he’s the worst person alive, because the thoughts warping through his head are inappropriate considering the circumstances. He shakes his head as if to empty them out, only to open his dumb mouth instead.

“Do you like her, or something? Sure, you have a fiancée, but plenty of men take lovers. I’ve seen it happen. Maybe you think she’s— “

Onyankopon stops dead in his tracks. It’s the first time Levi’s ever seen him make such a face.

“I take it back. You’re not callus at all. Just painfully awkward.”

“Excuse me?”

“I don’t really care what kind of man you think I am, but maybe you should concern yourself with whether your partner is going to bleed out from a wound you caused rather than who may or may not be interested in her.”

Levi's face doesn’t twitch. He doesn’t even fix Onyankopon with a glare, because he’s somewhat relieved that for once, another person has the balls to tell him he’s a fucking idiot. He likes it when people agree with the things he loathes most about himself.

“You’re right,” he says. “So, is your fiancée like, I don’t know, nice?”

Onyankopon stares at Levi, more confused than he’s ever been in his entire life. But he follows the man and rambles about the love of his life, the same way he had rambled to you, until Levi, for a rare, precious moment, relaxes.

#please dont be mean Im very sensitive over this fic and already shitting and crying from embarrassment

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reinerzbongoz · 1 year

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Fleeing Fate Character Roster (Ch. 1)

Y/N

Major: Music Composition for film Age: 20 Hobbies: read and find out Class: 23' (Junior) Style and face Claim: Hilary Banks | Bel Air

Annie Leonhart

Major: Business Admin w/ a minor in P&P Writing Age: 20 Occupation: Underground Boxer | Apprentice Mechanic | Full-time Student Hobbies: Working out Style Claim: Punk

Zeke Yeager

Degree: Master's in Business Administration and Accounting Age: 28 Occupation: "Club Owner" Hobbies: Heckling | Not minding his own business

Sasha Braus

Major: Horticulture with a minor in Food Science Occupation: Full-Time Student Age: 20 Hobbies: Gardening | Cooking Class: 23' | Junior

Connie Springer

Major: Sports Management Occupation: Full-Time Student Age: 20 Hobbies: Skateboarding | Smoking | Napping Class: 23' | Junior

Hitch Dreyse

Major: Marketing Age: 21 Occupation: Event Planner Hobbies: Being Unapologetically Lesbian | Yoga | Modeling Style Claim: Lori Harvey Class: 23' | Junior

Floch Forster

Major: Communication Age: 20 Occupation: StoU News Reporter Hobbies: Dickriding Class: 23' | Junior Style Claim: Justin Bieber when he first debuted

Coming soon...

Eren Yeager, Mikasa Ackerman, Armin Arlert, Jean Kirstein and a few more. (You'll have to keep reading to see the surprise guests *wink*)

#FleeingFateAOT #jean aot #aot #reinerzbiggestfan💜#attack on Titan #jean kirstein aot #jean kirstein #jean #jean fan fic #jean x reader #jean aot x reader #jean kirstein x reader #jean x y/n #jean aot x y/n #jean kirstein x y/n #jean kirstein fan fic #jean x you #jean kirstein attack on Titan

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noragam · 10 months

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“h-hey... reiner... are you...”

— jean kirstein, shingeki no kyojin.

{ ch.23 pg.45 }

#jean #jean kirstein #shingeki no kyojin #attack on titan #manga #manga panel #chapter 23 #page 45

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spiteless-xo · 6 months

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Hello! I wanna know about 9 & 12 of the ask game! 🫣

hello!! thank you 🥰

9. What scene in (fic name) took the longest to write? What was difficult about it?

there's a couple different scenes that were tough to write, but the first that comes to mind is ch. 25 of tbaw, Jean fucking Kirstein. this one took me a long time to write because, to me, it's a really important chapter. it's the first time that we get a look into jean's pov and the reveal of jean&eren's friend break-up so there was a lot of information i needed to get across. also, it's one of the chapters that went through the most changes!! i flip-flopped a lot from making jean a love-interest throughout the whole fic vs. revealing him as a "villian" in this chapter. so there are some scenes in my lil deleted scenes document where his internal monologue and feelings toward reader are a lot meaner.

12. The funniest comment someone has left on a fic of yours?

i've gotten some really good ones!! but the first one that comes to mind is this

asks game questions!

#tiff.ask #aot #tbaw.fic #moot.brilium #asks game

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smol-ackerman · 3 years

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I CAN'T STOP FUCKING CRYING

#snk spoilers #ch 138 #jean kirschtien #jean kirstein #connie springer #reiner braun #annie leonhardt #annie leonhart #gabi #gabi braun #aot #snk #attack on titan #shingeki no kyoujin #shingeki no kyojin #manga #anime

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levithestripper · 5 months

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jean and marco running a bakery together i need to see marco in a frilly apron and jean just melting when he sees how mf cute this boy looks

#jack likes to talk #ch: marco bodt #ch: jean kirstein #marco bodt #jean kirstein #attack on titan #aot headcanons

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enretrogue · 4 months

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𝗝𝗨𝗟𝗬 𝟮𝟬𝟮𝟯 𝗙𝗜𝗖 𝗥𝗘𝗖𝗦

.☘︎ ݁˖ = BLACK/POC WORKS | 23' FIC REC M.LIST

TLOU

ABBY ANDERSON

Unfold — @abbysdolly

Wife!Abby Who Wants To Provide For You — @bayasdulce

Cuddling w/ Abby HCs (Modern!AU) — @abbysdruidess

At Least I Got You In My Head Part 7 ⎢ Part 8 — @lizzieisright

Everything She Wants — @kokomos

Stay Grounded Part 7 ⎢ — @canaidliafail

Care For Me — @darlingmisa

Fake Dating — @coeurify

Eat — @ourautumn86

Dr. Anderson Will See You Now — @dnvrsmedia

Underground Fighter — @m-3-ijiworld

Emerald Green and Warm Champagne — @loaksky

Pure — @nomiscreams

ELLIE WILLIAMS

A Midsummer Night's Dream — @lolasimms

Pink Catalyst — @hotxcheeto

I’ll Take Care of You HCs (Doctor!Ellie) — @salitok

When I’m Alone I’d Rather Be With You — @millersaurora

Afterglow — @heavenbloom .☘︎ ݁˖

Doctor, Oh Doctor — @lu-vin-it

Street Racer!Ellie HCs ⎢ Gear Shift — @phantombriide

Nosebleed — @gardenblush

Bedframe — @hotxcheeto

The Kissing Game — @butterflellies

And I Love Her Ch. 3 ⎢ Ch. 4 ⎢ Ch. 9 — @phantombriide

ELLABS

Ghostface!Ellie and Ghostface!Abby — @aethelwyneleigh27

Unexpected — @princesssmars

This Is What Makes Us Girls Part 7 ⎢ Part 8 — @lolasimms

Three’s Not A Crowd — @m-3-ijiworld

JOEL MILLER

Why Does Change Hurt So Much? ⎢ Pt. 2 ⎢ Pt. 3 ⎢ Pt. 4 — @savemefromanepicoftimewasted

A Good Deed — @theeblackmedusa .☘︎ ݁˖

Extra — @capypub

Je Te Laisserai Des Mots — @cowgurrrl

I Want To Marry You — @cowgurrrl

Bodyguard!Joel — @angelkhi

Gamer!Abby — @sweetercalypso

Salad Days — @cowgurrrl

Trash Magic — @girlboybug

Hairspray — @peterparkersnose

White Lies — @poetiicbarnes

BRUCE WAYNE/BATMAN

What Is Wrong With Us? — @unfortunately-obsessed

MCU

BUCKY BARNES

Need To Know — @angrythingstarlight .☘︎ ݁˖

FRANK CASTLE

Body Worship — @marvelswh0re

The Girlfriend Experience — @anjaelle .☘︎ ݁˖

I’ve Got You, Darlin’ — @saintmurd0ck

Be My Baby — @amhrosina

Shut Me Up — @clownd1ck

Sex Is Art (So Let Me Paint You) — @clownd1ck

Everywhere — @marvelswh0re

AOT

EREN JAEGER

Three’s A… (+Jean Kirstein) — @theragethatisdesire

JEAN KIRSCTEIN (KIRSTEIN)

Bags — @ilylovelyz

Uni AU — @shunsuiety

Like The Movies — @firefly--bright

Football Player!Jean — @spiteless-xo

MULTI CHARACTER

Daddy Kink (Jean, Eren, Zeke) — @spiteless-xo

Jealous (Jean, Eren, Levi) — @theragethatisdesire

As A Dad (Jean, Eren) — @spiteless-xo

KNIVES OUT

RANSOM DRYSDALE

His Only Sweetheart — @lovebittenbyevans

BLEACH

SHUNSUI KYORAKU

Breeding Kink + Teasing — @dejwrld .☘︎ ݁˖

STRANGER THINGS

STEVE HARRINGTON

Head Over Heels — @underoossss

PEAKY BLINDERS

THOMAS SHELBY

Time After Time Ch. 11 — @all-mirth-no-matter

Everything Is Fine ⎢ Part 2 ⎢ Part 3 ⎢ Part 4 — @everythingelseisextra

Casual — @everythingelseisextra

TRIPLE FRONTIER

WILL MILLER

Bending To The Honeysuckles — @libraryofwaterdeep

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rintarouss · 3 years

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𝗣𝗢𝗟𝗬!𝗕𝗙 𝗧𝗘𝗫𝗧𝗦 𝗙𝗧 𝗘𝗥𝗘𝗡 & 𝗝𝗘𝗔𝗡 !

𝗮𝘂𝘁𝗵𝗼𝗿'𝘀 𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗲: this is my contribution for pride month, jean and eren being bfs + u. thats it. thats the tweet. also i misspelled eren's last name, idc theres too many variations.

𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀: SLIGHT NSFW, 16+, poly!bfs eren & jean x f!reader, bi!eren&jean, mentions of sub reader, implied switch!eren&jean, mentions of oral & penetrative sex

𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭: @dancingazaleas @izukine @txzierbaby @mitsuluv @xenihime @conniesspringersgf @fiaficsxo @s4ijohs @oblxvion @inumakizone @megumisbimbo @lowkey-falling-apart

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goldenkirstein · 3 years

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somewhere only we know

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chapter one: somewhere only we know

pairing: eventual jean x gn! reader, as of rn, mikasa ackerman x gn! platonic! reader

wc: 1192

tags: angst, MAJOR AOT CH 139 SPOILERS, major character death mention, mentions of death, mentions of violence. Reader is eldian, but no mention of physical attributes.

a/n: With the end of aot, I needed to write something to cope, this is not fluffy ahhh, but I wrote this while I was crying to this playlist by @alert-arlert (ty for the 10/10 playlist heh). This isn't exactly romance buttttt I don't think I'm done writing this tbh and want to explore that with any upcoming parts. This is also like my second piece of writing for anime and my first time writing something of this sorts lmao, any criticism or advice is appreciated.

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You brushed the hair out of her face.

The past three years had not been easy ones. Not for anyone. The years had been especially unkind towards Mikasa Ackerman.

She stirred in her sleep. You always felt terrible disturbing her; she always looked so peaceful when she was asleep, crimson scarf wrapped around her, chest rising and falling. The withered and whorled bark of the ancient tree hardly being a comfortable resting for the young woman, and yet, the tranquil expression on her face could convince any wandering traveller that the tree was a worthy place to lay one’s worries to rest.

“Mikasa, it’s getting late. We should head back.” For almost every week, for the past three years, you would accompany the young Ackerman to visit the grave of her most beloved. On some days, you would sit with her, reminiscing of days long gone; on other days, the both of you would sit in silence, looking upon the vast fields, the view which once was obstructed by the imposing walls; a grim reminder of the events that transpired years prior. Occasionally, you would watch Mikasa from a distance, allowing her to spend time with her memories of Eren.

“Hm? Oh. Yeah, I suppose you’re right.” Mikasa stretched, looking towards the sky. You lent her a hand as she slowly got up. Giving you a tender smile, the young woman thanked you. The both of you began making your way down the hill, one of her hands clutching yours, the other grasping the wilted flowers she gathered from Eren’s resting spot.

You gave her hand a gentle squeeze before releasing it. “They’re all coming tomorrow. It’s been a while. Wonder if they all look the same.” You glanced down at your feet, the feeling of uncertainty rising in your chest.

The young woman smiled at your actions, “It has, though I’m sure they haven’t changed any more than we have. Knowing them, they would always stick out like sore thumbs, no matter where.”

You let out a faint chuckle, taking a deep breath in as both you and Mikasa approached the small lodgings in the distance. What she had said was true. It was inevitable that all of you would have changed. Turning your head, you observed the Ackerman; she had grown out her hair; the once blunt ends now neatly sat gathered over her shoulder. Mikasa had endured, more than most would have. You understood that. Eren’s actions weighed heavily on you as well, mentally and physically. Oftentimes, you would catch yourself looking at your reflection of a store window, confused as to who you were seeing. A weathered soldier? A traitor to their nation? An Eldian? A devil?

Maybe, Armin had grown his hair out again, like when you all were in the training corps. Were he and Annie together? Connie still hadn’t visited his mother, had he? Did Jean ever shave that excuse of a beard? Your eyebrows scrunched together, questions forming and disappearing in your head. You shook your head, smiling at the thought of your comrades, no, your dear friends, the ambassadors of peace. Did they manage to find a way to curb the threat of war?

Mikasa reached for the handle on the worn door, turning it and stepping inside to the cottage; she closed the door after you came inside and made her way to the washroom.

“It was a long day. I’m going to take a bath. Do you mind making some tea in the meantime?” You gave her a nod and turned to shrug off your cardigan, setting it on the small table by the house’s entrance. You tossed your head back, eyes landing on the grainy mahogany ceiling, your eyelids fluttered shut, and you heard the washroom door close, the sound of water filling the tub following shortly. Opening your eyes slowly, you lowered your head. Walking over to the kitchen, you filled a kettle with water, setting it up on the stove. Leaning back on the kitchen counter, you allowed your eyes to close once more.

You had come back to Paradis with Mikasa on that day.

It was sort of a haze for everyone mostly, the feeling that they had woken up from a long dream. You had thought it was the end of the line for you and your comrades, death inevitable as you were all turned into pure titans in a flash.

You remember seeing her emerge from the smoke clutching Eren's head in her arms, holding him close to her heart. The sight of his decapitated head contrasting the memory of him from just moments prior. He had been sitting with you, explaining why he did what he did, apologizing, sharing his regrets and saying his final goodbye.

Was this death? No, it couldn’t have been. Mikasa was there; she wasn’t dead, was she?

“I should go. If I stayed, Eren...He wouldn’t get a proper burial; they wouldn’t give him one.” Mikasa had come and sat next to you, whispering a goodbye before getting up to leave.

You jerked your head back, scrambling to stand up, stance wobbling, “Mikasa, wait! Where are you going?” She faltered in her step, turning around to face you once more; seeing Eren like this was still a harrowing sight.

“Paradis. It’s useless for me to keep fighting. I’m taking him home.”

“You can’t go by yourself! The Yeagerists would string you up in the square for doing what you did!” Eren Yeager was dead. Mikasa Ackerman had killed him. The Yeagerists would never let her live if they knew that. “I’m coming with you! I won’t- I can’t, lose any more people to this.”

Mikasa’s shoulder’s dropped, giving you a steely-eyed expression. “No. You will stay here with Armin, and he’s taking the blame for Eren. You can work out a plan with him and the others to save humanity.” Armin and the others? Were they alive?

Pivoting around, you saw the hoard of Eldians embracing one another in the distance. A gasp left your lips; you turned to face Mikasa, glassy-eyed, your chest heaving, overcome with relief.

“I’ll be fine. I played my part in this story; I want to go home. Please.” As much as you wanted to run and find Armin, Connie and Jean among the rest, you would never forgive yourself if you left her behind to play diplomat, as she suffered in silence with no one there to comfort her.

You stepped up to her, “Mikasa, I’ve always been by your side, haven’t I? You’re my family as I’m yours, and what kind of person would I be if I abandoned you now? Armin will be fine. He is plenty capable, and besides, who would take care of you?” She opened her mouth to object. You gave her arm a gentle squeeze. She averted her gaze, and she shut her mouth, opting for a curt nod.

And with that, you and the Ackerman girl made your way back to where it all began, your home. Paradis. You turned your head around one last time to watch those closest to you disappear from your sight.

a/n: I hope this was okay, if you liked this story and would like more parts please let me know !! as well as if you wanna see some other relationships blossom with the reader...jean is coming soon tho so yeah

Leave a like/reblog if you enjoyed reading this. I would appreciate it a lot <33

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