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sleepingpillscosmos · 2 months

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STUPID GIFTS AND A NEW MILESTONE — jean kirstein

pairing: jean kirstein x fem!reader.

warnings/content: modern AU. implied past sex activity if you squint. reader cries but it's because she's happy.

wc: 1.3k.

a/n: hi hi hi @stopisa, this is your gift from me, your cupid <3 I hope you'll enjoy this fic and I hope you passed a wonderful day! I saw Jean was one of your preferred ones and I've wanted to write for him for a long time so I took this opportunity to do it!

You finished packing for tonight, remembering to put your gifts beside the bag so that you wouldn’t forget them.

It was Valentine’s day, every couple probably decided to go out and eat at a fancy restaurant, but you and Jean opted to stay at home and relax. You both had a hell of a week, so it was the only thing that didn’t require too much effort while spending time together.

As you left your apartment, you sent a quick text to Jean, letting him know that you would be there in about twenty minutes or so.

After you arrived at his apartment you rang the doorbell and Jean opened the door almost immediately.

“Were you waiting for me at the door like a dog?” You said jokingly as you hugged him.

Even though you lived close, you often didn’t have the time to see each other. You both worked, had classes at university and your own lives, so even if you really wished to spend time together everyday, you couldn’t.

You also had different friends. You met Connie, Armin, Eren, Mikasa and Sasha at the very start of your relationship, but they were all childhood friends and you didn’t want to intrude every time they hung out, even if they told you multiple times that it didn’t bother them. Jean met your friends a couple months into your relationship, but it didn’t go as smoothly. Jean and Reiner already knew each other and they weren’t, and still are, on bad terms. Your boyfriend always kept it civil for your sake, but you can’t blame him when he doesn’t want to hang out with you all, which is rare anyway.

“Would I sound pathetic if I said yes?” He asked as he squeezed you harder, leaving a couple of kisses on the side of your head.

“Don’t worry, I already know you are.” He scoffed, breaking the hug while you chuckled. He grabbed your cheeks with both his hands as he closed the distance between you to rest his forehead against yours, you moved your hands to his waist.

“Hi,” Jean said looking in your eyes, “Happy Valentine’s day, sweetheart.”

You smiled muttering, “Happy Valentine’s day to you too, love.”

His smile widened before he kissed you gently. It didn’t matter how long you two have been together, his heart always skipped a beat when you called him that. He just felt so loved and appreciated when you used pet names, but that was with no doubt his favourite.

Once you were both in need of some air, you broke the kiss. You took off your shoes and went to Jean’s bedroom to leave your things and get changed in your pyjamas while he prepared your luxurious dinner, cup noodles.

When you got back in the living room, Jean was already waiting for you on the couch, noodles placed on the little table in front of him, blanket beside him and remote in hand already choosing the series you were slowly watching together.

“I hope you didn’t watch episodes without me.” you teased, sitting beside him and covering the both of you with the blanket before grabbing your noodles.

“It happened one time!” He defended himself.

“And since that day I know that I can’t trust you. What kind of boyfriend would do that?” You clutched your heart with a hurt expression. He looked at you smirking, “Connie doesn’t count.”

He sighed defeated, then he pushed play with the remote, to finally let your night start.

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“Okay time for the gifts!” You exclaimed, clapping your hands together. It was your favourite part of the day, not because you were materialistic, but because of your tradition together. It started randomly, but since the first Valentine’s day you spent together it’s stuck with you.. Your tradition consisted of two gifts, one is the real or serious one and the other is the stupidest thing you could think of.

One year you gifted him a pair of slippers. To be exact, horse slippers. Honestly, he loved them, but his friends even more, especially Eren.

“You start.” He said since he knew you couldn’t keep your mouth shut for too long. You nodded happily and handed him the first gift, the stupid one. He opened the bag and found a mug, which looked like it was plain, but when he turned it he read the phrase “I love you for your personality, but that dick is a great bonus.” written in black.

“No, you didn’t!” He gasped, covering his mouth with his free hands, he was nearly crying from laughing so hard. This was one of the best gifts hands down. “I need to send a photo to Connie and Eren right now.”

He quickly took a photo of the mug and sent it to the group chat with the boys, then he hugged and kissed you, thanking you a hundred times and saying this would become his everyday mug.

“Okay, here’s my stupid one for you,” he handed you the package and you didn’t waste a second to open it. It was a pair of socks, but you couldn’t really understand what was printed on them at first. Once you looked at them better, you realised.

“What the actual fuck is this.” You said laughing. There was a face printed on them. Jean’s face. “They’re horrible. I love them.”

You hugged him and finally gave him the real present, even if he told you that nothing could surpass the mug.

This year you went for something more cheesy. You saw he was looking for a chain necklace on the internet since his broke a couple of months ago, but he never bought one, he couldn’t set his mind on a specific one. So you researched for the perfect one, you spent weeks finding it, and then you had both his and your initials engraved on the inside of the necklace.

“I don’t know what to say, really” He stared at the necklace like it was the most beautiful and precious thing in the world, inspecting every centimetre of it. Then he saw the engraved initials and his brain malfunctioned for a good 10 seconds.

He thanked you again, hugging you so hard that you struggled to breathe for a moment, then he took your next present in his hands.

“There’s something I want to say before you open this,” he started, fidgeting with the box in his hands. “We talked about this thing multiple times, mostly joking, but I think it’s the right thing to do now. We’ve been together for a long time, and I love you so, so much. We’ve been through a lot, and even now we’re still struggling with some things. Like spending time together because we’re so busy. But I think you’re my person, honestly I kind of always thought that, and I hope you think the same. So, after thinking about this day and night for a very long time, and after a push by Mikasa and Sasha, this is my gift for you.”

He handed you the box and you opened it with teary eyes from the sweet words he just used.

You found two keys and a little keychain with a phrase from your song, “These are the keys for my apartment. I want to ask you to come and live here with me, so that we don’t have to worry about finding time for each other since we’ll always come home, our home.”

Now you were crying. You couldn’t find the right words to voice your love for him and your gratitude for the gift. You hugged him again, wetting his shirt with your happy tears and mumbling a soft thank you, and that yes, you thought that he was your person too.

No, you knew that he was your person.

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ohimsummer · 1 year

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been thinking about the alternate ending to being w/ fuckboy! Jean where he abandons reader and they end up w/ Connie

content: fem! reader x connie, unrequited love, ft. Jean, modern!au, established relationship, soooort of angsty ig?

Jean fucked up.

He started having feelings about his wrongdoings once he grew out of his childish, immature, college freshman personality. It was a few years after graduation, where he’d finally started acting like a real adult with responsibilities. When he stopped being an asshole and treating girls like toys just there for his amusement. When he lay amongst cold sheets at night, alone, craving more than just the high of a one-night-stand. It was on one of those empty, quiet nights that he knew he fucked up with you.

You’d been head-over-heels infatuated with him, and terrible at hiding it. Easy pickings for Jean at the time, he loved girls like you; they jumped at the thought of Jean claiming them, not aware he’d leave them heartbroken and falling apart in a couple of weeks. All you knew was that the handsome face you adored was giving you his attention. Jean was pulling you into him and holding off other admirers who definitely had better intentions for you. You didn’t know Jean was just using you for a quick fuck, and would ditch you the moment he grew tired of your company.

That moment came sooner than you were ready for. You couldn’t have been together more than a month. Jean slept with you a few times, and then completely ghosted you after. He knew you wouldn’t confront him in front of his friends, and it was almost effortless to avoid you around campus. You caught on way quicker than past partners of his, or maybe you were just less desperate. It took less than a week for you to give up your efforts, and trying to purge Jean from your mind.

One of his best friends, Connie, had a crush on you, Connie didn’t like the way Jean had treated you, especially knowing that Jean knew he liked you. Jean didn’t care. He did what he wanted, not giving too much of a fuck about how Connie felt. ‘You can still have her.’, he said, totally insensitive to the situation.’I’m done with her now.’ Jean thought Connie stopped pursuing you, having never mentioned your name again. He assumed Connie was just jealous and put-off that he’d gotten to you first.

It was six months later that Jean found out the truth, and only by pure luck. He caught a glimpse of you at Connie’s house after showing up unannounced, rushing back into his bedroom wrapped in a towel and quietly shutting the door behind you.

“Who was that?”, he asks Connie.

Connie glances over his shoulder, nibbling on his bottom lip before he answers.”Ah, my girl’s back there showering.”

That’s all he would say, and all Jean would ask. He stayed over for a few minutes to talk to Connie before his friend ushered him out. “Going out with my girl for a while. We can talk later, yeah?”

“Uh..yeah.”

He never asked again, and Connie never brought you up, except only in passing. And now Jean lay here, years later, isolated and bored in his room, craving touch and your touch specifically. He vaguely remembers the ghost of your fingertips clutching onto him for dear life years ago, never wanting to let him go. How tight you used to hold his hand, how bright your smile was when Jean would kiss your knuckles and lie to you about putting a ring on your finger some day. His stomach drops when he recalls that grief-stricken look you gave him when you realized he didn’t actually love you. That shattered stare you gave him from across the room as you watched some girl cling to him, and Jean pretending not to notice you. The thought makes him sick. He thinks about how different he felt with you, how much you loved to love him and how good it felt to be around you. How he just ignored that unique feeling of love he had for you, and threw it all away because he was stupid and just interested in using people for his own pleasure. He’d never get the chance to have you back or make it up to you, and he was reminded of it every time he glanced at the little silver ring hanging from a chain around your neck.

He really fucked up.

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ackrmvvn-levi · 1 year

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I couldn’t hold back || J.K.

Word count: 1.3k

Warnings: Mentions of death, bad language

“The name of that good friend of yours, that one you told me about. Oh right, it’s Marco.”

Your eyes bored into the bowl of stew held in your hands, doing your best to remain calm through this conversation.

“You said Annie was involved in his death, didn’t you?”

You didn’t need to look over at Jean to know he was scowling. Marco’s death had taken a toll on both of you, finding out Annie was involved was even harder.

“Have you asked about it yet? The truth behind his death.”

Your head flashed up, eyes snapping between Yelena and Annie quickly. You hadn’t, truthfully, You didn’t think Jean had either. Up until now, you weren’t sure you really wanted to know. The point of it was Marco was dead, you didn’t need to know the details.

“I took off Marco’s ODM gear.” Annie spoke before anyone could inquire more information. “That’s why a titan ate-“ Reiner cut her off.

“Annie was only following my orders.”

The anger in your chest burned, bubbling under the surface. You could’ve assumed he’d have something to do with it as well, but hearing the words come out of his mouth was a different experience entirely.

“Marco overheard a secret conversation I had with Bertholdt. In fear of our cover being blown, I thought the best way to silence him was to have a titan kill him. I slammed Marco into a roof while in the air. And while I held him down, I had Annie take off his ODM gear. Marco was stuck there until a titan ate him.”

It was deathly quiet as Reiner finished, no one quite able to believe what they were hearing. You felt sick, you were furious. You couldn’t bring yourself to look back at either of them, knowing what they’d done to Marco.

“Did Marco say anything at the very end?” Jean spoke up, eyes trained at the fire in front of him. His tone was hard, cold, his body language seemed stiff, almost like a wall.

“He asked why I wasn’t willing to talk to him.” You looked towards him then, meeting Reiner’s eyes for the first time in years. There was nothing but pure regret in them, and it made something twist deep within your stomach.

“I think that question still applies. We hardly tried to talk, we all just kept fighting, assuming it had to be to the death,” You said finally. Your gaze fell back onto your stew as if suddenly uninterested, unable to maintain eye contact.

“I stood and watched the titan as it devoured Marco and then a switch flipped and I couldn’t figure out why it was happening. I just snapped. I flew into a rage, hellbent on avenging Marco. I cut down the titan myself.”

Your grip on the bowl tightened, your body stiffening at Reiner’s words. Anger fired up again in your blood, fueling a burning sensation behind your eyes that made you want to scream.

“We get it, Reiner. You feel guilty and it screwed with your head,” you snapped, your fingers digging further into the bowl, your glare focused only on the blonde man across from you.

“Don’t forgive me. I’m truly worthless.”

It was silent for another few seconds, Reiner’s eyes refusing to meet yours, but the tension was thick. You were on the verge of exploding when he spoke again.

“I’m sorry.”

You were moving in an instant, your half empty bowl of stew thrown to the side, your body moving towards Reiner before you could even register it.

“Y/N!” Hange’s yell fell on deaf ears as you lunged forward, tackling Reiner to his back. You barely registered your fists connecting to his face, your mind buzzing, eyes seeing red.

He made no move to fight back, your hits only stopping when Mikasa grabbed your wrist. “Stop!” You looked over your shoulder, sending a harsh glare up at the girl before yanking your arm out of her grasp.

“Listen to me, Reiner,” you spoke, turning back on the man under you in a flash, your hand roughly grabbing his shirt to force him to look at you.

“You lied to me, for years. You made me fall in love with you and then broke my heart in the worst way possible. You killed how many innocent people? How many scouts? People I knew, people I cared about. And now I can add Marco to that list. My best friend! Now, you’re gonna sit there and try to apologize? After everything you put me through?! I’ll act civil until we stop Eren. But after that, if I ever see your face again, I’ll fucking kill you,” you growled, glaring into Reiner’s eyes, a level of anger you’d never felt before flowing through your veins.

His eyes widened slightly, as he processed what you had just said. The rage inside of you was something you didn’t know how to handle. The need to hurt Reiner overwhelmed everything else, even logic. It was like an instinct. One you could hardly deny.

But you released him, standing and stalking off from the group, ignoring the calls of your name as you did. You needed time alone to process all this. To calm down. Time away from Reiner and the constant reminder of all those you had lost because of his actions.

You hadn’t noticed the footsteps following closely behind you, not until you heard the familiar voice cut into the silence.

“You got him pretty good.” Jean’s tone held a bit of amusement, but there was concern hidden beneath his words. You knew Jean well, if you hadn’t blown up on Reiner, it was likely he would’ve. He cared about Marco just as much as you did, you knew he was angry too. He had just gotten better at masking it.

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen you like that.” You turned to meet his gaze, his eyes soft, his expression kind. He was worried about you.

“I don’t think I’ve ever been that angry,” you replied, shrugging lightly. “I know I probably shouldn’t have done that, but I couldn’t stop myself. I’ve wanted to see him again for so long, just to yell at him. But hearing him talk about Marco, I couldn’t hold back.”

Jean nodded thoughtfully, running a hand though his hair. His gaze wandered towards the ground as he thought. Then he looked back at you. “I thought it was hot, honestly, but that’s just me.”

You met his eyes again, a second passing before a small laugh left your lips. You grinned at each other for a moment before breaking out into laughter together.

The laughter soon died down, Jean’s arms moving to pull you into his chest. You sighed into his body, melting into him as you dug my face into his shoulder. Your heart calmed itself, settling against the comforting warmth of Jean.

“Are you alright?” Jean asked softly. You could feel his breath ghost across your head as he spoke. “Yeah, I think I am. Just exhausted, honestly.”

As Jean pulled back to check on me, you smiled weakly, his fingers reaching up to push back some stray hairs around your face. He leaned forward, pressing his forehead against yours. Your hands moved automatically to rest on his waist and you felt his hands cup your cheeks gently as he closed the distance between you.

Our kiss was light, yet filled with emotion. You could sense the sincerity of it, in the way Jean held you tightly and pressed himself closer. Our lips were moving rhythmically, your breaths mingling together. His thumbs stroked circles over your cheeks, soothing your nerves. You relaxed further into his touch, sinking deeper into his embrace and basking in the moment.

When you finally pulled apart, your bodies remained close, both unwilling to let go. Your cheek rested gently on his shoulder, holding him tight. He ran a hand lightly up and down your back, his touch reassuring.

“Thank you. For being here, with me.” Your voice was slightly muffled, still pressed against his body.

“Of course. Always.” His arms wrapped tighter around you. I could hear his heartbeat slowly starting to steady, his breathing calming once more.

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kissagii · 2 years

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jean kisses your moles/freckles. he adores each and every one of them, from the larger spots to the faded specks. when you ask him why, his response is simple - because they make you unique. nobody else in the world has the same ones as you, his beloved partner.

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badkarma-a · 2 years

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Lost

Farmer! Jean Kirstein x Fem! Reader

Summary: Stuck on the side of the road, you feel hopeless at this point. Until your knight and shining armor comes in the form of a farmer with a mullet.

Warnings: 18+, swearing, explicit sex (oral + couch sex!), a bit of angst, Reader gets stranded lmao, Jean is super sweet </3

wc: 5.3k

“Do you need help over there?” An out of breath deep voice yells out to you, despite the heavy patter of the rain, the voice was clear.

You turn around quickly, wet hair hitting you in the face. Your car right behind you, stuck in the thick mud, hazards flashing in the gray sky. The clouds covered the sky, making the five in the afternoon weather look more like eight at night.

“I’m okay!” You cup your mouth, in hopes of vocalizing yourself over the rain. Your dress suctioned to your body, hugging every curve and crease. Your heels are covered in mud, probably not fixable at this rate. You hop back into the driver seat of your car, twisting the key in your car, hoping for it to turn on. As you twist the key, there’s no sound indicating it’s turning on, or that it’s going to turn on anytime soon. You groan and hastily grab your keys, throwing them on the passenger seat in frustration.

A sudden knock is heard, you look over seeing a man standing with his fist on your window. You quickly grab your keys once again, at least turning your car on, rolling down your window just an inch.

“Do you need any help, you look pretty stuck,” the nameless man chuckles, his clothing soaked and long hair wet against his shoulders. His voice is deep and breathy, even a little gruff.

“I’m just gonna call a tow service, don’t worry,” you pick up your phone from the passenger seat, seeing the low percentage, swearing under your breath.

“He wouldn’t be here for another three-ish hours, Porco is on a date tonight,” you're puzzled at the sound of new names, you just need a tow truck, but three hours?

“Huh?” You question, now getting a better look at the man. His hair is long, pale brown, along with similarly colored almond eyes. He’s adorned in a flannel button down, folded up to his elbows, also tucked into his dark wash jeans. His hand on top of my car, muscular forearm in my line of vision.

“This is a small town, there’s only one man who would get to you if you called, and he’s on a date. If you want, I can try and look at it for you,” he hums. It’s either sleeping in the car for the whole night, or accepting help.

“I’d appreciate it, is there anything I can do to help you?” Your nerves eat at you, legs shaking, your fingers fidgeting with each other in your lap.

“It’s okay, I’ll just be a second,” he smiles, trudging through the mud to get to the hood of your car. You attempted to look under the hood earlier to see any issues, but to your eyes it just looked like a bunch of metal parts. You even even looked up videos, but alas nothing seemed to fix it.

As the man popped the hood of your car, now disappearing behind it. You use the last percentage of your phone to send a text to your friend notifying her of your location, four hours away. Now going to see family didn’t seem worth it whatsoever.

A sudden knock on the window took you out of your daze.

“You have some faulty spark plugs,” — he takes a deep breath — “I can fix it, but I need to get some parts for the auto shop,” he states, gesturing with his hands.

“I’m sensing there’s gonna be a ‘but’ here,” you chuckle, trying to lighten the mood.

“But the shop is closed.” He finishes, your face immediately falls. Fucking perfect. You let out a groan in frustration, laying your head on the steering wheel, leaving your back slouched.

“‘M sorry, I really can’t fix it without the part,” he sympathizes, quickly moving to close the hood. You have no idea what you’re going to do at this rate, four hours away.

“‘M cookin' up dinner right now, if you want to have a meal, we could figure out a solution for you?” He suggest, placing both his hands on the roof of your car, leaning down looking at you through the window.

“I don’t even know your name,” you cry, frustration fills your body. You're shivering at the cold air coming through your window, hitting your bare arms and chest.

“My name is Jean, it’s getting pretty cold, I don’t think the rain is gonna die down either,” he hums, taking his hands off your car and crossing them over his chest, his shirt drenched in rain. You look over at the man saturated with water, he seems nice enough. Besides, you’re just having dinner and then maybe you can find someone to drive you.

“I’ll come with you,” you grumble, grabbing your bag and all your belongings, also rolling up your window. Slinging it over your shoulder, preparing for the blaring rain you’re gonna face. Jean steps back a few steps letting you swing your car door open, unfolding his arms.

You quickly get out of your car, locking your car behind you. Jean puts his forearms horizontally over his face, attempting to prevent any rain from obstructing his vision. He holds out his hand, gesturing for you to follow him. You attempt your best to walk without your heels getting lodged in mud, the attempt failing.

As Jean treks along, until he turns, seeing you slowly lifting your legs trying to walk. Seeing the mud lodged between the bottom of your shoe and your heel. Without taking a second thought, he walks back to where you are. Once he sees you get your heel out of the mud, he swiftly lifts you up. Placing his large hands on the middle of your back, the other under your knees, you now lodged in the fold of his arms.

“Sorry, you’re just bein’ slow,” he lightly laughs, the heat of his cheeks barely visible. Using his boots, taking big strides through the mud, carrying you with ease. With such an action, usually you’d be furious, but with the rain you gave him some slack. Besides, you didn’t really want to trudge through the mud again.

Jeans boots trumped through the mud, hearing the sound of the mud suctioning onto them every time he put his foot down. Once he finally gets to the sidewalk surrounding his house, he keeps you snuggly in his arms. He finally gets to the part of his roof covering a few feet around his door, then gently setting you down on the cement. He finally sets you down, your heels clacking with the cement.

“I’d take off your shoes out here,” Jean says, crouching down and wiggling his boot off of his foot. As he does, you follow standing, slipping your heels off your feet.

“C’mon in,” Jean opens the door, walking in, standing besides letting you follow. You hum a quick ‘thank you’, feeling the cold hardwood floor on your cold feet. A shiver runs up your spine at the cold floor, contrasting the warm cozy house. His house seems comforting and quite home-y, having a nice rug in the entrance, warm lights, and smelt like cedarwood and bergamot. Even small hints of vegetables, and chicken, waft the air.

“Want some clothes? The chicken and rice soup is done, I can get you a portion while you change?” He asks, as he walks further into his house, you follow close by.

“Uhm— yeah, sure,” you stutter out.

“Stay right here, I’ll go grab your clothes,” he says, walking around the corner, disappearing from your field of vision.

You stayed standing in the hallway, not feeling comfortable walking around Jean’s house yet. Yet, you looked at what you could in your position. Seeing the light gray walls, with some photos framed down the hall. Seeing a photo of Jean with whom you can presume to be with some friends, maybe a girlfriend. They’re all beaming at the camera, the brunette’s arms around him and the other male snuggly. It seems as if they’re at some fair, the girl having some crumbs around her mouth, the other male laughing.

“Sorry if I took too long, I gotcha the clothes,” he comes out from around the corner, seeing you observe the pictures on the wall closely. You whip your head around, seeing Jean no longer in soaking wet clothes, rather in a pair of sweatpants. Just sweatpants. His chest and torso bare, right where your eyes land. He’s sculpted to the god.

“Thank you,” you smile, walking up and grabbing the clothes from his hands. Jean began walking to the kitchen, as you looked around confused. As Jean walks to the kitchen, he doesn’t hear you moving so he turns back to you. You stand awkwardly in the wall way, gently rubbing the clothes in your hands.

“Sorry, the bathroom is the first door on the right,” he states, pointing to the hallway to the right.

You begin walking down the hallway, the cotton soft against your hands, as you reach the door. You turn the golden circular knob to the right, pushing forward, opening the door. Seeing the modestly sized bathroom, the same color as the rest of the house adorns the walls. You walk until you reach the shower mat, rubbing your feet dry on the fuzzy material. Once your feet felt dry, feeling much more comfortable, you began to take off your dress. Once adorn in just your undergarments, you take off your bra, deeming it not worth the gross feeling. Taking a second to think if you should take off your underwear, but what if your wet underwear gave you some sort of infection? After the thought crossed your head you quickly stripped the underwear from your body, unfolding the clothes. There laid a plain pair of gray sweatpants, similar to the ones he's wearing, also seeing the plain white t-shirt.

You quickly put the clothes on, picking up your sopping wet clothes, holding them away from your body to not get your new clothes wet. Without taking another look, you exit the bathroom, shutting the bathroom door behind you.

You turn the corner to the kitchen, seeing Jean, still shirtless, placing bowls on the table.

“Hey, want me to put ‘cha clothes in the dryer?” his country accent coming through, you smile at it, you quip a ‘sure’ before handing him the clothes. He takes the wet fabric all in one hand, turning around going to the laundry room. His sculpted back on display, not even flexing, looking strong and toned.

Jean came back quickly, the sound of his dryer running in the distance. “Wanna eat?” He gestures to the bowls with steam seeping from it, you nod quickly, wanting to delve into the hot liquid.

You both sit down in front of the bowls, sitting on the wooden chairs. Seeing the chicken and rice soup in the bowl, mouth salivating at the sight.

“So, what brings ‘ya all the way out here,” picking up your spoon, he blows on the liquid. You take a deep breath before explaining your reason for being out here.

“Seeing family, my grandparents live out here, I just haven’t had time to get out here in awhile.” You put simply, not going into detail. You follow Jean, blowing on the soup, before putting the spoonful into your mouth. Jean hums at your response, putting the spoon in his mouth, tasting every detail of his soup. “What about you, I mean I’m in your house, what’s some stuff I could know about you?”

He takes a deep breath, setting his spoon in his bowl. “I live here, I work at a farm just down the road, I’ve lived here my whole life. I easily know everyone in the town, it’s close knit.” You continue to eat while nodding, you couldn’t imagine staying in one town your whole life. Your lifes consists of moving so often, you never know how long you’ll be living in a house for.

“So where are ‘ya from then,” he asks, picking his spoon back up and eating. “Four hours away, in Paradis.” Short and to the point, that’s all you needed to say.

“Big city huh,” He smirks looking at you across the table. You quickly nod, before Jean begins to speak again. “So what do ya do for work then?” He attempts to make conversation, even though you’ve barely talked to him.

“I’m a Lawyer,” you simply put it, as if it’s the most mundane job. Jeans eyes widen a bit, a lawyer? This town doesn’t even have a doctor, let alone a lawyer. “Wow, what a career,” he chuckles.

I hum in response, it’s the usual response you got from telling your occupation. Ooo’s and Ahh’s and ‘you must make so much money!’, receiving a small smile from you.

“You okay? You seem like the question threw you off— sorry I didn’t mean to—”

“It’s fine, I just don’t really enjoy my job. Everyone else thinks it's the coolest thing ever, to some it is, but the question can just aggravate me sometimes.” You cut Jean off, beginning to feel bad. It was a harmless question, lots of people ask you the question, but it doesn’t subside the feeling in your chest.

“Hmm, well then what do you want to be?” He questions. Nobody ever asks that, they always say ‘what but that’s such a cool job!’, ‘what kind of people have you defended?’, or even ‘everybody hates their job, you just live with it.’. Nobody ever asks what you truly wanted deep down as a job. You take a second to ponder the question, never really thinking of the question on your off time.

“As a kid I really wanted to be a dancer, sometimes a firefighter.” A chuckle leaves your lips as you ramble off jobs you dreamed of as a kid, as your spoon swirled in the minimal soup left in your bowl.

“What about you? Do you enjoy your job?”

“Yeah I really do. I get to do something I love, and still be close to my friends, it’s all I could ask for.” At that moment Jean looked idyllic, his small smile, his broad shoulders, everything.

You smile at him, the memory of the photo on the wall pops in your head. Even if you wanted to talk to him in a different way, he seems to already have a girlfriend. Your smile turns into a bleak straight line, as you finish off your soup.

“Has the rain stopped at all?” You question, knowing full well the answer, just by the pelts hitting the glass window.

“Doesn’t seem like it, I think it may be best you just stay here,” he grabs your bowl, putting it inside his, and walking to the sink, setting it down.

“You can take my bed if you want,” you immediately shake your head. You’d feel the guilt hanging over your head for the rest of your life if you took his bed, after bombarding his night.

“I can sleep on the couch, if that’s okay with you?” Jean nods his head, walking back to where you are.

“Let me go grab some bedding, and I can tell you how the tv works and everything.” Jean wanders back towards the bathroom, entering the bathroom at the very end of the hall, probably his bedroom.

You get up from your seat, walking just a few feet to the hallway, looking back at the photos on the wall. Seeing one you must have missed earlier, one of Jean with what you assume is his large friend group. Everyone’s arms entangled together, his over the familiar brunettes still.

“Hey, want me to show you the tv?” Jean asks, seeing you look at the photos on the wall. Not really thinking much of the action.

You nod your head, feet moving fast in his direction. You see him gently laying blankets on top of blankets on his couch. A fluffy looking one under a quilt that looks handmade.

“That quilt is really pretty,” you mumble watching him place pillows on the end of the couch, right by the blankets.

“Thanks, my mom made it for me,” his cheeks tint red. You smile at him, seeing how he’s so connected with his family and obviously caring. “That’s sweet,” you mumble.

“So wanna sit down and I'll tell ya how the tv works?” Jean sits, just beside where he set up your sleeping space. You sit down on the blanket he set up for you, laying your back against the plush back.

You let out a hum as Jean turns on the tv, seeing Netflix still on with “continue watching Lovely Complex?”. Jean quickly taps the buttons on the remote, trying to make the image leave, the tips of his ears turning red.

“Jean, have you been watching Lovely Complex?” You shout smiling at him, seeing one of your favorite shows on the screen.

“No! Someone just turned it one, and forgot to turn it off!” He defends himself, as you smile at him grasping for the remote.

Maybe his girlfriend was the one watching it, how would she feel about this?

You finally get the remote, turning the show on, smiling at the sound of the theme song.

“Let me guess, your girlfriend?” You laugh, nodding your head to the song blaring from the tv. Not even realizing what you just said could lead to unavoidable questions.

“Huh? What girlfriend?” He looks at you puzzled, as your eyes still narrow in on the show. Your smile slowly subsides.

“C’mon Jean, I know I’m like a stranger, but that’s something dumb to lie about.” All your senses now start to overwhelm you, the blanket now feeling extra scratchy, the air feeling hot.

“What are you even talking about,” Jean now turns so his whole body is facing you. You keep your eyes glued to the tv, knowing you’d cry of embarrassment if you faced Jean.

“The girl in the picture Jean, dear fucking lord,” you groan, watching Otani and Risa’s antics on the staticky tv.

“I don’t know what the hell you’re talking about,” Jean says slowly, trying to think of where this is coming from. Looking around his house for any clues to what may have led up to this, or given you that impression.

You smash your face into the pillow Jean laid out for you and let out a deep groan. Moving your legs, so now they’re also on the couch, you laying in a straight line. You feel as if you could die of embarrassment, your face is hot, your heart is racing.

“Are you talking about Sasha?” You scoff at the question. “Jean I don’t know who the fuck Sasha is,” your words muffled by the pillow. You feel as if you could cry, the embarrassment eating you up.

“Sasha, the brunette in the photo in the hall, the photos you were starin’ at?” You squirm at the depiction of the girl, your knees coming in on your stomach as your face stays in the pillow. You slowly nod your head on the pillow, guilt and shame eating you up. Now knowing why you got so defensive over the photo in the first place.

“Sasha is just my friend, she’s engaged to the chef in town, his name is Niccolo. Trust me, I see her as more of a sister then I ever could a girlfriend.” You feel a dip by your head, suddenly feeling Jeans hands rubbing your scalp in a soothing motion. You turn your head on the side, looking at Jean’s eyes glued on you, his face unreadable.

You let out a hum hoping he’ll just leave the situation alone, you take your knee’s out from under you, now laying flat on your stomach. You turn your eye’s back to the show, diverting your focus. Jean begin’s to remove his hand from your scalp, but you quickly grasp his wrist without a word and put it back on your head.

“Why’d you assume she was my girlfriend,” Jean mumbles, looking at you, the colors from the tv reflecting against your face. You don’t change anything, you keep your eyes on the tv, not wanting to answer such an embarrassing question.

“Were ‘ya jealous?” He smirks, as you let out a whine. “No Jean,” you state.

“Then why were ‘ya so defensive?” Jean asks, taking his hand off your head and folding his arms over his bare chest. You whine at the loss of touch and try to grab his hand, but he doesn't budge.

“No head massages until you tell me,” he says looking at your sad face. “But Jean—” you drag out his name, shaking his wrist.

“Not gonna change my mind hun, confess.” You let out a huff, “I don’t know! I was just disappointed I guess, you're very comforting and the thought of not being able to talk to you anymore made me sad.”

Your confession rings in Jean’s ears, did that mean what he thinks it means?

“I was watching the show earlier-“ your head whips around to Jean. “Wanna watch it with me?” He asks, putting his hand back on your head, gently massaging the crown of your head.

You nod your head, Jean moving his eyes to the tv. You look over at Jean, at the sight of his face glued to the tv, you wiggle upwards, placing your head on Jean’s thigh. Rubbing your head slightly on the soft material covering his thigh.

Jean’s eyes gravite to your head on his thigh, seeing your focus on the tv, and your alluring side profile.

You keep your eyes on the tv, laughing at the funny bits. Suddenly feeling Jeans hand stopping it’s motion, still residing on your head. Now feeling Jean's presence even closer than before.

“Can I kiss you?” Jean whispers against the shell of your ear, just a hair away from his lips touching your ear.

You turn on your back, looking into Jean's eyes. Quickly nodding, putting your hands on the sides of his face, pulling him down to you.

Jean immediately captures you, his lips a bit chapted, but nothing his tongue couldn’t fix. You bite down onto his bottom lip ever so slightly, his tongue hitting yours. You hum and moan into the kiss, Jean lifting his body from the couch. You begin to whine as Jean breaks away from the kiss standing up, leaving you on the couch still.

Until he kneels on the couch, one leg on your side, the other in between your legs. Your whine gets muffled by Jean’s lips back on yours, with the same heat as before.

“Can I take this off of you,” you hum into the kiss, as Jean’s hands dance along the lace bottom of your dress. He begins to tug on the fabric, as you arch your back trying to make the action easier. He gets your dress off with ease, balling the dress up in his hands and throwing it besides the couch.

He breaks the kiss, halting his movements for a moment to take you in. Lacey bra and underwear adorn your skin, his eyes linger, savoring your beauty. Seeing you panting from the kiss, your hands grabbing at the top of his sweatpants.

“You’re the prettiest girl I’ve ever seen,” and you suddenly feel as if your heart is melting.

Jean leans back in to kiss you, first kissing the corner of your mouth, beginning to trail down your jaw. You hastily grab the top of his sweats tugging at them a bit, as if to ask if it’s alright to take them off. Jean grabs them quickly, pulling them off, putting them besides your dress. Leaving him in his black boxers, the print off his cock evident in them.

You groan at the sight, as Jeans mouth now sits on the top of your breast. His hands graze your stomach, resting just under your bra, before he grabs the cups pulling them down. His light kisses now on your nipple, before he wraps around it gently. Pleasure shoots through your body like fireworks, from your chest all the way to your core, making you throb. By instinct your thighs attempt to close, only to meet Jean's leg preventing it.

At the feeling of your thighs Jean drags his arms down your body, resting on your hips. Followed by his lips leaving your nipple, and his whole body moving down. Jean is now at the end of the couch, which would be uncomfortable in most situations, but with you it feels like heaven.

“Can I take these off?” Jean asks, toying with the sides of your underwear, before letting it snap onto your hips.

With a light yelp, you quickly nod your head, trying to lift your hips. Only to have Jean put his hand under your lower back, using his other hand to quickly take the underwear off. Your eyes fall on Jean as he places a light kiss on your mound, his hands rubbing up and down the plush of your thighs. His eyes suddenly lift up to you, low-lidded, your face feels hot and the rush in your body is unexplainable.

Both of your hands instinctively go to the back of Jean’s light brown locks, gripping his hair like your life depended on it. You let out a high pitched moan, trying your best to not crush Jean with your thighs.

Your thighs shake as you draw in a deep breath. “Jean.”

At the sound of his name and the movement on your body, Jean places his forearm on your lower stomach, pressing you down. His touch is electrifying as you feel him lightly massage your stomach, and his tongue dances along your clit. The knot in your stomach gets tighter and tighter as he keeps his pace. His tongue flicked quickly, and his pressure stays perfect and consistent. As you feel the gradual knot in your stomach, begin to break by a threat, suddenly unraveling all at once. Your neck arching, your stomach coming in on itself, your hand letting go of Jean’s hair.

You're breathing deep, as you stare deliriously at the ceiling, taking in everything.

“You okay there?” Jean asks, massaging your thighs, looking up at your flushed fucked out face.

“Mmm, if your oral is that good I can only imagine how good you are at sex,” you hum, grabbing the band of his boxers, pulling them down. You now face him with his hardened cock, as you feel your mouth go dry.

“Do you have a condom?” You say, looking up at Jean through lidded eyes. Jean quickly nods, escaping to his room for a brief moment, before coming back to the couch where you lay with your thighs still spread.

You sit up, watching Jean ripping the foil, sliding the condom on with ease. When his eyes see that you’re staring at his action, his lips morph into a smirk as he strokes his condom covered shaft, setting a knee on the couch. You slide up the couch a bit, making more room for Jean, as he sits eyes on you.

“How ‘bout this?” Jean asks, as he turns you on your side, lifting one of your legs up, pushing it into your side. You look down at his throbbing cock before quickly nodding at the position, biting your lip at the thought of what’s about to happen.

“You sure?” you smile at Jean, being smitten with how sweet he is. “Yes Jean, I promise.”

Jean lines himself up with your entrance, pushing your leg up, using his other hand to grip your jaw, bringing you into a kiss. Your fingers twist the quilt under you as you feel his cock sink into you, stretching you, only stopping when your hips are flushed with his. Jean keeps his lips encapsulated with yours, as you moan into his kiss.

Jean breaks the kiss, a string of saliva connecting you two still. His fingertips pressing on your thighs as he draws his hips back. His thrust are fairly slow, still managing to make you feel whipped as you watch his cock enter and leave your body.

“Harder,” you groan, his pace too slow, making you desperate beyond belief. It feels so good, but you crave more. His hips snap back into you, the thrust almost driving you up the couch.

“This what ‘ya want?” He questions cockily, panting, as his hips snap at a fast pace, hitting you deeper. You know he only asked to prove a point, but you nod your head lazily. He moves his grip on your jaw, now having his hand on your chin, pulling himself down to your lips. The kiss was brief, as he now puts his thumb inside your mouth, as he keeps his eyes narrowed in on you. Your lips closing on Jean’s thumb, sucking on it ever so slightly, a sultry look on your face.

Jean bites his lip at the look on your face, his hips getting to an insatiable pace. Your lips suddenly release his thumb as you gasp, a subtle sting shot straight to your core. Jean’s hips suddenly come to a halt for a second, before lazily going in and out a few times, taking his cock now leaving your body. A wordless gasp spilling from your mouth, as Jean pants, sweat drips down his temples, and sweat gathers on your hairline.

You look up at Jean, seeing the intense look painted on his face, making your heart squeeze. Jean’s chest burns, as he looks at your hazy eyes. Jean removes the condom, quickly going off to his bedroom. Still in your daze, your legs feeling numb, your thighs come together, beginning to feel sticky.

Jean comes back, the condom now gone. “Jean do you have something I could use to clean myself up,” you ask, your face going neon as you look down at your fingers laying on the quilt. You get no response, as you suddenly feel a hand wiggling its way under your back, the other going under your knees. You suddenly whip your head up, to see Jean carrying you.

“Jean what are you—”

“You really think I’d have sex with you, then leave you to sleep on the couch,” Jean asks, suddenly feeling Jean’s forearm twist, hearing the sound of a creaking door. “Here, let me go get a rag real quick.”

He lays you on the middle of his bed, you lay on his bed on your elbows, with your legs slightly spread, to avoid your thighs sticking. As Jean comes back with a damp rag, kneeling on his bed, rubbing along your fold. Once he finishes, he goes and sets the rag in the hamper in the corner of his bathroom. Coming back to seeing you moving to the top of the bed.

“Make yourself comfy,” Jean says, flipping up his bedding, leaving his naked self against the soft bedding. You follow in suit, making yourself comfortable under the bedding, turning to face Jean.

“I think your car was meant to break down,” your face contorts into a puzzled look. As you see, panic suddenly starts to come on Jean’s face. “No! I mean, I think meeting you was fate? I don’t really know how fate works, but you're the first thing I think of.”

You stare at Jean, a wide grin, and tears begin to blur your vision. “Wait! Don’t cry ‘m sorry I didn’t—” you wipe your eyes, “No Jean, you’re just super sweet, and I just really appreciate it.”

Jean smiles at your reaction, seeing your eyes no longer being clouded with tears. He opens up his arms, as you wiggle yourself into his grip, grabbing his hands, trapping yourself inside. “Thank you Jean,” you mumble against his chest, as he rubs his hands up your back, you doing the same for him. As you both lull yourself to sleep, feeling the warm embrace and lush blankets under you.

a/n: This idea has been fresh in my head for SO LONG AND IT’S FINALLY DONE AHHHH. FARMER JEAN IS JUST UGGHHSHXIS

#farmer Jean <33333 #Jean #jean kirstein x reader #Jean kirstein #jean x reader #jean snk #jean x you #jean smut #jean kirstein smut #jean kirstein imagine #jean fluff #jean angst #AOT fluff #AOT angst #AOT smut #snk smut #snk fluff #snk angst

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the bond - chapter nine

*bond: a relationship between people or groups based on shared feelings, interests, or experiences.

word count: 2795

based off of: 2x05

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You can’t take your eyes off of her.

Even as your body screams at you in fear.

“Is this real?”

Swallowing thickly at Connie’s whispered question, your nails dig further in the cobblestone of the ridge of the castle. It hurts, pushes against your nail beds, but you hardly notice the pain over the deep burn of surprise that’s running through your veins.

You can hardly believe your own eyes.

“Ymir is a titan, too?”

There’s a shaky exhale that slips past Krista’s lips; “Ymir...”

“Th-That Titan is...”

It’s Reiner who utters the words, and as you manage to tear your gaze off of what’s before you, you notice the familiar expressions of shock and surprise on Bertholdt and Reiner’s faces as the rest of you -- only there’s seems to be a stretch more of horror written in their gazes.

“...From that day....” Bertholdt finishes for him.

You can barely focus on the two them though when you feel the ground rumble beneath you, causing you to stumble over your own footing. It causes Krista to tip over the edge that she’d been practically hanging over, and she would’ve fallen had it none been for Reiner’s quick reflexes; his hand swiftly catches her ankle, catching her just before she falls.

“Th-Thanks, Reiner.”

Only he doesn’t pull her up, or really do anything to help her.

“Ow!” Krista suddenly calls in pain, causing your eyes to widen, “it hurts! Reiner, my leg!”

Your eyes snap to his hand, watching the way it squeezes, tightening around the width of calve, knuckles turning white.

Connie jumps towards Krista, grabbing her by the shoulders; “Reiner! That’s enough!”

Seeing that Connie’s holding Krista steady, you turn to Reiner, “hey, let her leg go! Her leg, Reiner!” Setting your hand on his arm, you move to shake him, trying to snap him out of whatever stupor he’s fallen under.

It seems to work because in the next second, he’s letting go of her ankle.

“S-Sorry!” He stammers, stumbling back on his feet.

“No,” Krista shakes her head, “you saved me.”

And also hurt you... but you elect not to say that.

“Krista,” Reiner stammers, ��did you know... that Ymir is a Titan?”

“I had no idea,” she confesses, a solemn look on her face. “I was always so close to her, too. How? How could this be? That... That Titan is Ymir?”

It is hard to believe.

You’ve never been close to Ymir -- surely not as close as her and Krista are. But still... for her to have hidden that after all this time? Just... never saying anything about it?

“In other words,” Reiner sighs, “she knew some of the secrets of our world. And I had no idea.”

You watch as Bertholdt nods, a solemn look on his face as he stares past himself.

“Hey... do you think she’s known about it?”

A new weight falls on your shoulders then, Connie’s words echoing in silence for a moment as everyone hesitates to answer. Nobody wants to answer.

“Eren’s a Titan, too, but he didn’t know until it happened. But Ymir is like... she is aware of being a Titan all along.”

Krista’s wide eyes turn to Connie, face a sickly pale as she whispers, almost as if afraid of the words themselves. “Are you saying she might be an enemy of humanity?”

Stepping forward, you lean over the edge, staring at Ymir.

Or, rather, her Titan.

“I’m saying that’s one hell of a power to hide,” Connie reminds, “who knows what she could’ve been thinking.”

“I wonder...” Bertholdt mumbles, “what could be Ymir’s goal?”

Bertholdt’s words echo, but as you stand there, you start to wonder.

If there was some goal -- couldn’t she have just run off on her own? She’d be able to. You and everyone here knows that for a fact. Unlike you five, who are stuck at the top of this tower with no escape, no means of running away, no ODM gear -- all she’d have to do is run.

And yet she continues to fly herself around, fighting those Titan’s one after the other. Never once hesitating or faltering, just... fighting.

“It’s us...” Krista realizes with bated breath. “She’s risking her life to protect us.”

With a sudden blaze of fury, Krista jumps up onto the ledge, blaring out for everyone to hear but most importantly for Ymir that she shouldn’t live for anyone but herself and she certainly shouldn’t die trying to protect the tower.

Ymir stops at the sound of Krista, listening because in the next second, her actions turn more violent, more erratic, and she scales across the side of the tower, breaking rumble off the side of it.

“I appreciate the sentiment, Krista!” You scream as you feel the first bit of rumble underneath your feet, followed by the unmistakable sensation of the tower leaning. Your body bends uncomfortably as you try not to lose your balance, hands moving to grab whatever you can find, holding on desperately. “But what about us?”

Krista looks back at you, wide eyed.

Your question is answered in the next second as Ymir suddenly jumps up in front of the five of you.

“Want... live?” She rumbles, voice thick and almost monster like. But, you guessed, that’s what she was -- a monster. “Grab on!”

A single look at the rest of them is all it takes. Leaping forward, you throw all your weight, just barely making the distance as you grip onto strands of Ymir’s hair tightly, knuckles turning white with strain. Connie lands next to you, and one by one everyone latches onto Ymir’s Titan, holding on desperately as she begins to move.

It’s hard to hang on, body jerking every which way, your heart practically leaping through your throat at the sensation of it all.

Ymir uses the tower to her advantage, staying on top of it as it slowly topples over, effectively swallowing the Titans beneath it.

You and the rest are knocked off of Ymir from impact. Before you know it, you feel yourself soaring through the air before slamming against the concrete with a cry as you hit your shoulder awkwardly. A sudden shot of pain erupts from your arm and upwards, stinging just where your shoulder meets, a terrifying pop echoing inside your mind.

The sound of rumble moving catches your attention, eyes turning from your arm only to find the rest have stood and are staring in the direction the noise had come from.

“Titans, again?”

“Go, u*ly!” Connie bellows at Ymir, “go and finish the job!”

Ymir doesn’t hesitate to listen, spinning around in her spot and racing towards the Titan that managed to crawl it’s way through the rumble that now is left of the castle. She only lasts a moment, though. While she may be quick, she doesn’t have the strength and you watch with a grimace as her Titan form is grabbed by the head before slammed against the ground, blood splattering in response.

She’s limp on the ground just for a moment.

With that, though, more Titan’s start to stand, breaking through the debris.

Panic surging, you try to stand, only for a cry of pain to leave your lips as you twist wrong. It immediately catches the attention of Reiner who races towards you; “Y/N, you okay?”

Shaking your head, you set your hand on his arm, squeezing; “landed wrong on my shoulder. I can’t...” But your words fade with a sudden huff, the exhaustion finally creeping up on you.

“Here.”

He grabs you by the hips, helping you stand as you nod at him, before your attention is caught by the sound of... eating?

Your eyes fall on a swarm of Titan’s, all surrounding Ymir as they... rip chunks of her off with their teeth. They’re... eating her. Brutally. And even as she struggles to stand, she’s constantly pulled back down by the sheer mass and weight of all of them.

“Oh my God...”

Krista runs forward, Ymir’s name leaving her lips in a shrill cry. She’s heretic, desperate to reach Ymir, crying things you barely make sense of as you watch her all but run into the thick of the Titan’s without a single shred of care for her own well being. And of course you and everyone else goes running after her, your heart sinking to the tip of your stomach when you watch a Titan crawl out from the corner of a wall, inches away from grabbing Krista/

And you think that’s it -- you think that in the next second she’ll be grabbed and pulled apart by teeth just like Ymir.

But then there’s a flash of green, blood splattering everyone, before the Titan falls to the ground with a loud, echoing thump that rumbles beneath your feet, and a figure lands on the other side.

It’s Mikasa.

“Krista. Everyone, get back,” she orders, turning her head over her shoulder to gaze down at the five of you. “We’ve got this. Leave the rest to us.”

“Mikasa!”

In the next second, there’s a flurry of green above your heads, and you watch with amazement as the Scout’s zip around with ease, killing every last Titan.

You’d looked for Jean in the midst of them all.

He wasn’t there.

Armin had assured he was okay, but it didn’t lessen the worry or disappointment you’d felt not to find his familiar face in the crowd. It had been so long since you’d seen him, and even if it was silly, you felt that even just seeing him would be enough to make this all just a little more bearable.

But he wasn’t there and given the state of things, you didn’t really have any other option but to follow and listen. You were sure the Commander and Squad Leader’s knew what they were doing. You would just have to put your faith in them, and hoped that eventually, you’d be able to see Jean.

Besides, it was nice enough to see a few familiar faces.

“I’m okay,” you assure Mikasa with a gentle smile, letting your hand slowly fall back to your side as hers hangs in front of her, having just pulled you up. “I think I just dislocated it,” you explain when you notice her eye on your bandaged shoulder. “They’ve already popped it back in place.”

Mikasa continues to frown down at you, but you just send her a cheeky thumbs up.

Her lips part to say something, but you both turn when you hear Connie coming up over the wall as well, Mikasa instantly moving to help him up over the edge.

“Thanks, Mikasa,” he grins, huffing slightly with exertion.

She stares down at him with concerned eyes. “Are you hurt?”

“I’m fine, but...” You turn to him as his eyes fall on you, “Y/N’s shoulder and Reiner got his arm bit... and well,” he trails off slightly at that, “Ymir is as you can see.”

Head turning slightly, you frown at the sight of Ymir; she’s strapped to a carrier, still unconscious, with her right leg missing. Krista, or you guessed Historia as you found out, was of course next to her side, leaning over her worriedly.

“Who would’ve thought Ymir was a Titan, too?” Sasha echoes, the words obviously heavy on her mind by the look in her eyes. “Does that mean--”

“Sasha.”

Mikasa stops her before she can finish, and your brows furrow at the interaction.

What was that about?

“Is everyone clear?”

At the sound of a new voice, Hange’s voice no less, you rush to stand; decided you’d ask Mikasa and Sasha to clarify later.

“We’ll deal with Ymir later,” they move to explain and you blink when their attention turns to you. They step towards you, gaze softening slightly as they regard your shoulder. “Y/N, are you fit for duty or should we get you to a doctor?”

Surprised by their question, you’re eager to shake your head -- you had no intention of bowing out of this because of a dislocated shoulder. “I’ll be fine, Captain, don’t worry about me.”

They offer a short nod and light smile at your response, obviously pleased and proud, before turning to their right. “And Connie... I’ll arrange for a Scout squad to investigate your village later. For the time being, I want you to focus on the mission to fix the wall.” Making their way over to him, they set a hand on his shoulder. “Got it?”

Straightening his shoulders, Connie nods; “got it!”

“Still...” Hange sighs, moving to the edge of the wall, past Connie. “I expected this place to be swarming with Titans.”

True to her word, the field before you is practically empty of Titan’s. And considering everything that’s led up to this moment, it’s hard to believe there isn’t more.

A figure approaches in the distance, your eyes widening at the familiar face.

“Hannes!”

“It’s the Garrison’s advance squad,” Hange nods, “they came to tell us where the hole is.”

Only there is no hole. There is no breach anywhere.

There’s hardly even any Titan’s on the other side of the wall.

There’s no explanation. None that make any sense anyways. Somehow Titan’s had ended up on the other side of the wall it was trying to protect, with no hole and no damage to explain it whatsoever.

Nobody has any answers.

Hange leaves it at that, announcing that everyone would be heading back to Trost Distract for the time being.

Without anything else to do, you figure there’s no point arguing.

So you gather what little stuff you have, nodding along to Connie as he rambles on next to you, following the rest of the group as they steadily make their way over. Everyone walks with a certain weight to their shoulders, and you have no doubt that everyone is wondering the same thing -- how had Titans breached the wall? No one says anything though, so you just keep walking.

But then, something catches the corner of your eye, and as your head turns over your shoulder, innocently curious, you squint at the sight of a distant few figure hanging back.

You can barely make out Hange and Moblit who stand nearest to you, behind them is what you can figure is Sasha and Armin, the blonde of Armin’s hair familiar. Slowing your step, the sound of Connie’s voice grows quieter and quieter, your own eyes squinting before you as you try to make out the rest...

It’s Mikasa and Eren at the very end of it, and Reiner and Bertholdt are with them.

You can’t hear what they’re saying, can’t make out anything other then their figures.

But it settles in like a cold, startling realization that something’s wrong as you notice the way they’re standing. You just know it, some far gone instinctive feeling bubbling up in your chest as you feel your heart start to race and this undeniable and yet unexplainable panic that crawls up the back of your throat.

Something’s happening.

You step forward when you see Mikasa move, using her ODM gear to maneuver around and... and she’s attacking Reiner and Bertholdt. You can see it, even from here. It’s a blur of bodies, but you see it and the panic turns into terror as you watch her slice through the air, screaming something that sounds like distant echoes to you.

And then Armin’s racing forward.

“Y/N?” You hear Connie call after you faintly, noticing you no longer beside him; but you’re already running away -- towards Eren. “What’s happening--”

A bright flash is the first thing you see; so bright that it burns your eyes, enough for you to clench your eyes shut, arm coming up in front of you as you flinch away. Then, the slight rumble beneath your feet, growing steadily more and more aggressive, and finally, the gust of wind so strong that it knocks you off your own feet. It knocks you back, flipping you over, until you can manage a grip on the wall, shoulder crying in pain and digging your nails into the wall so hard it hurts and stings, but you don’t dare let go.

For fear that the wind will knock you right off the wall.

And slowly, you blink, trying to get some sort of look through the wind and debris and everything in between -- until you see two large figures, one considerably larger then the other.

But you recognize them almost instantly because you’ve seen them before.

Once when you were twelve, and again when you first joined the Scouts.

It’s the Armored and Colossal Titan.

And it sinks in then, like a stab to your heart.

It’s... Reiner and Bertholdt.

#aot #aot x reader #aot imagine #attack on titan #attack on titan x reader #snk #snk x reader #shingeki no kyojin #jean kirstein x reader #jean kirstein #jean kirstein imagine #jean kirschtein x reader

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damn-stark · 2 years

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Requested by @jaegerist84

A/N- Sorry it took so long!

Warning- FLUFF

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After the war ended Jean no longer had to follow his standard morning routine of waking up early to brush his teeth, brush his hair and put on his uniform to head out for morning drills. Albeit it did make things a bit easier as it was a bit chaotic since now he wakes up early and finds himself just unable to sleep.

He always starts with basics when he wakes up, even if he wakes up early; like brushing his teeth and washing his face, but those mornings when the nightmares get too bad he likes to go on jogs. You’re usually still asleep since the trauma of the war has affected you both differently, so he leaves you to sleep.

When he returns he likes to take a quick shower so you won’t find him all sweaty. And depending on his mood after his shower he makes breakfast. That is if you haven’t beat him to it.

However, it is Jean who prefers cooking and taking the food to bed.

Those morning that he doesn’t go on runs to take his mind off the past though, if he wakes up first he brushes teeth and washes his face to go back to bed with you.

He spoons you and covers you with the blankets there is when it’s cold so you’re comfortable. If you don’t wake up with how much he moves around, he likes to watch you sleep and count his blessings, he likes to thank whatever higher power there is that you’re with him, that you made it out alive.

If you happen to wake up whilst he’s laying restless, you talk about anything and everything, or well other things do happen.

When he’s bored alone on bed and you’re still asleep, he tends to be annoying and begins to kiss your face until you’re awake, even if you turn away he makes sure to turn with you so he continue to annoy you.

And there is time where you roll with it and find yourselves making out on bed.

He likes to cup your cheek and stroke your cheek with his thumb. He presses his forehead against yours and whispers sweet nothings.

Other times when you wake up first you like to welcome him with breakfast, you’d prefer to take it to bed but you aren’t so lucky because he wakes up and hugs you from the back.

“Good morning, beautiful,” he greets as he wraps his arms around your waist.

You smile and put your spatula down to turn and face him to greet him with a kiss. “Good morning. Go back to bed I’m taking you breakfast.”

Jean scoffs and pulls away to begin helping without having to be asked. “No, it’s okay I can help. Besides, you’re burning the toast.”

You don’t like it but he doesn’t budge, and well he takes over because he swears he’s better at it.

His favorite mornings though, are the ones where you both wake up early and watch the sunrise in a peaceful silence.

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jeanbie · 1 year

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♡˳೫˚∗ LOVELY #2 ★ masterlist.

pairing: jean x reader

genre: domestic au | warnings: suggestive sexual themes at the end | wc: 3.3k

⏤ Jean and Y/N play Mom and Dad for a little bit.

Jean could cry. He could quite honestly, genuinely, whole-heartedly cry, right here and right now in the middle of his living room, surrounded by mess and feathers from the bedroom pillows.

He loves kids, don’t get him wrong- my God, he loves kids, and loves how kids can make a house feel like a home, how kids say some really fucking weird things; but, Jean finds that kids are a lot of hard work. He has half the heart to call his parents and say sorry urgently, because children are like tiny spawns of Satan, demons wanting to cause chaos at every corner.

The last time Jean and yourself were given the mission of looking after your niece and nephews, they were much smaller, and therefore easier to look after. All they did was sleep, and cry when they were hungry or needed to pee or poop, and were perfectly content doing absolutely nothing all damn day. Now, three years later, when your sister and her husband are going on a small self-care vacation to Spain, Jean removes himself from the situation to observe the situation, which in description is the view of his living room completely ransacked and bustling with life, crazed children dashing around at full speed, like Mario Kart characters using the star.

It’s so overwhelming that he actually doesn’t even know what to say. When the fuck did they get so hard to look after?

Whenever your niece and nephews came over to visit, they clung to Jean like moths to lamplight. You never knew why, but it made sense. Jean was fun, and easy to get along with, and perhaps his kind-hearted nature was universally loved by all ages. Even when they were babies, they settled with Jean, staying silent and googly-eyed whereas in your arms they screeched, like banshees or dinosaurs swinging in trees. You couldn’t fault them; Jean was irresistible, maternal almost in the way his voice changed around the kids, the way he laughed at their weird jokes and forced himself into pretend roles, like the mean villain coming to take over their Playmobil hospital.

Eight a.m, that’s when they arrived. Jean had got up at six, eager and anxious, already cutting up salad bowls made up of apple slices and watermelons. Over an overly bitter cup of tea, you heard him ask, “wait, can three year olds eat watermelon?”, and you glared at him to resist the urge to respond with something that may well hurt his feelings.

(1)

“Y/N, I’m sorry, but you’re boring.”

Five year olds can be blunt and mean. You now know this to be a fact, because the eldest of the four just said that to you, his hands on his hips with his lips in an unamused pout. He stands by the window, one foot on the Playmobil ambulance and the other on his leg like a flamingo.

“What? Why, what did I do?” you ask, confused and honestly, slightly offended. Jean sits off to one side petting the hair of the youngest, his secret favourite because she’s not quite old enough to ask questions or complain.

“That’s what I mean, you’re not doing anything,” he huffs. “You’re supposed to be the bad police officer.”

“There’s no such thing as a bad police officer,” you try to tell him. You pause, realising you’re wrong but also realising that you’re not advised to get political with a five year old, especially one who still thinks the tooth fairy is a real thing. “I’m trying to be realistic.”

“You suck,” comes his reply. Jean snorts, shrugging when you glance at him angrily.

“Stop, you know I’m your favourite Aunt,” you say to him sweetly.

Your nephew, sassy and honest little Jamie, pulls a face and sits back down with a huff, snatching the ambulance off the carpet to thrust the small man inside. “You’re my only Aunt, Auntie Y/N.”

Right.

The not-so-bad-police-officer gets snatched away from you seconds later and you decide, with finality and assertiveness, that you’re done with playing pretend with them. You lift yourself up off the floor, crouching over to take Maria away from Jean’s arms. Jean pouts, his eyes blown wide as he watches the baby being lifted away from him and towards you.

“Uncle Jean can be the villain,” you suggest, making Jamie forget how uncool you are as he launches into an enthusiastic cheer, followed by his siblings who are making noise just because he is. Jean stares at you, pleading. “Anybody hungry?”

“No thanks, Auntie Y/N,” Jamie replies.

“Oh, do we have animal crackers?” asks Marcel politely, and you nod, taking his hand as you walk towards the kitchen, where a neatly packed bag sits on the counter where you left it when the four little monsters came by your apartment this morning.

(2)

“Y/N, did you move Jamie’s inhaler?”

“No, why?”

Jean appears in the doorway to the kitchen, scratching the back of his neck out of a nervous, absent-minded habit. His eyes are glued to the four children in the living room.

“They’re running around a lot, I don’t want Jamie to lose his breath and have an attack,” Jean explains, meanwhile you rummage around in your sister’s handy dandy travel bag and search for the tiny blue inhaler. Jean braves looking away from them and instead over to you, “if it’s not in there, it’s fine, I’ll check the bathroom again.”

You hum, searching blindly. “Yeah, it’s not here, baby. Check the cabinet under the sink, I’m eighty nine percent sure that it’s in one of those plastic boxes.”

Jean’s eyebrows push up in amusement: “Jamie’s life is counting on this eighty nine percent.”

“The more you question me, the less confident I get. Check the bathroom,” you reply, shoving a baby carrot into your mouth as you follow Jean out of the kitchen, opting to watch the kids while he rummages around in hordes of bathroom mess. While Jean hurries into the hallway to check the bathroom, you step out into the living room and pause comically.

The four kids seem perfectly happy, loud and obnoxious and covered in a thin layer of white feathers, bleeding from one of the pillows mangled on the floor. Without context, this looks like a murder scene, with crayons broken and split around the floor and the couch throw on the floor next to the Playmobil set, and you’re half praying on everybody’s behalf that those pillows aren't the ones from the master bedroom, because you’re pretty sure you don’t have any spares laying around for later.

“Found it,” Jean returns a few minutes later, holding the small inhaler in his hands. After taking a second out of the room, when he comes back he doesn’t quite know what to say. “The mess wasn’t my fault.”

You frown, your hands on your hips. “I know. Maybe you should put on a movie, keep them entertained for a bit so they don’t completely trash our house.”

Jean chews the inside of his lip. “Is it cheating if we call over Marco to help? He’s always on kiddie pool duty, he’s better with kids than we are.”

“You’re so good with kids, shut up,” you say to him, gently smacking his arm. “They love you.”

(3)

“I hate carrots.”

“You do like carrots.”

A gag. “Vegetables! Yuck!”

With one hand, you rake through your hair, staring tiredly at Jamie and Freddie as they fuss over the food on their plates. And it’s not even like you wanted to give them carrots! You’re just following the note left for you in the bag, with the instructions of an actual parent being your law. Jean sits at the other end of the table, twirling his fork around his food as he watches, feeling increasingly guilty.

It’s hard being an Aunt, especially hard being the uncool Aunt. He knows it’s just a joke, just something the kids say because you’re looking out for them, and he frowns, looking around the table.

“I’m allergic to carrots,” Jamie says suddenly.

“Don’t lie,” you tell him, aeroplane feeding Maria who seems to be the only baby present who appreciates your efforts. She laughs and squeals as the spoon of food comes towards her and that makes you smile, animated sound effects as she eats it.

Jamie pouts, “It’s true.”

“Your Mom told me to feed you this, don’t hate me,” you say to him, making your own pout which he, as a stubborn five year old, ignores. “Come on, eat all your food and you can have pudding afterwards. I’ll let you have two slices of cake instead of one.”

He feels tempted. “Can I leave the carrots?”

“No. Carrots will make you super strong,” you explain. “Uncle Jean ate carrots when he was a kid and now he’s real strong, look!”

Jamie glances at Jean, who smiles for effect and encouragement. “Auntie Y/N is right. I hated carrots too, but I wanted to be big and strong so I ate all my vegetables.”

A groan of sadness comes out of Jamie’s mouth. At this point, Freddie is convinced, wolfing down his carrots that he actually doesn’t hate after-all, considering they’re gone in a matter of seconds. Marcel seems unbothered about the entire thing, quietly eating his food because he knows that he wants that additional slice of cake, even if Jamie is going to refuse it, he is not!

Before you can have a mental breakdown at the dinner table, Jean leans over slightly and looks at Jamie with a gentle and wide-eyed expression, child-like, engaging. “Did you also know that all the good kids on Santa’s nice list eat vegetables?”

Mid-mumble, Jamie freezes, looking at Uncle Jean. “Really?” Intonation, his voice is so high.

Jean nods. “Mhm! Santa said that if you eat your veggies and say thank you to whoever made you the meal, he’ll bring you anything you want on Christmas Day. Don’t you wanna be on the good list?”

Jamie nods furiously. “Yep! Uncle Jean, that’s so cool, you know Santa!”

(4)

Splash.

“Careful, honey, don’t get the floor all wet.”

“Sorry, Auntie Y/N. It was the ducky’s fault!”

Bath time is a chore, surprisingly harder than it was when they were babies and needed extra attention in the water. Marcel sits solo in the bathtub, the sound of Freddie and Jamie running around in the bedroom an ambience as you crouch by the tub and help Marcel get clean. Maria is the only child clean and patient, so calm and cute and cuddly and ready to go to sleep the second her bathtime is over. Jean groans somewhere in the apartment, keeping the twins entertained while Marcel finishes up.

“O-kay,” you say, after a few minutes of helping wash away some suspicious chocolate stains off his arms. Most likely super-cool-Uncle-Jean gave them something extra after dessert, and honestly, that wouldn’t surprise you if it were true. “All done! Feel better?”

Marcel nods, letting the duck float away. “Yep. I’m cold.”

“Once you’re dry and changed, we can put on the heating and finish up watching Cars, does that sound okay?”

“That sounds fun, Auntie Y/N! You’re the bestest,” he grins, and you grin too, because honestly, you’re taking coolness points in gasps, and anything to prove you’re not some grouchy unfun Aunt is welcomed and encouraged. Marcel doesn’t make a fuss as he gets dried, shuddering for extra effect and happily snuggling into his duck onesie once everything is dry and ready for him to get changed.

Marcel is a human rocket. He hops into his onesie and races back into the living room, reaching his final destination of Uncle Jean as a loud groan fills the house, likely due to the fact that Marcel has jumped on top of his Uncle, like he always does, just to get the reaction. You sniff, leaning to flush the toilet because apparently they haven’t quite mastered that one yet, and drain the bathtub. The floor sits wet, pooling like an extra tub or the floor of a shower and you sigh, grabbing an extra towel off the rack to soak up the bathwater, the low bubbling sound of the water disappearing briefly out-yelling the terrorsome three out in the living room.

“Need any help, baby?”

Behind you, Jean appears in the doorway, not quite in and not quite out. He hovers, waiting patiently to see if he can find an excuse to stop being a couch for the three kids. You lean over the bathtub, taking out their small toys and setting them on the side with hopes that they will dry overnight.

“Nah, I’m okay,” you tell him, looking over your shoulder with a smile. Jean stands there, having changed, in an oversized jumper and sweats. “What are they doing?”

“Fighting,” Jean says. “I’d break it up, but I wanna see if they’ll learn their lesson once they get hurt.”

“That’s perfect. But fucked. Are we fucked up?”

Jean shrugs. “Worked for me and my cousins when we were younger. I turned out okay!”

You look at him for a moment with a bewildered look. “Sure, if that’s what you want to call it.”

The bathtub makes a gurgle, the water gone and you crouch to pick up the bathmat, hanging it over the small radiator for it to dry faster. Jean then takes several steps backwards as you meet him outside, his smile widening as you close the door and turn off the light, falling into his arms with a soft thud and sigh. His arms wrap around you sweetly, warm and tight, like home. Jean likes weekends for the moments he gets to spend with you, but today, he’s barely seen you in his own home. Longing- Jean tightens his arms around you and presses his lips to the crown of your head, gently swaying you from side to side like a waltz. He knows you feel the same way, the same kind of tired and wanting energy, as your arms lock around him tighter.

“Come on,” Jean mutters, pouting slightly when you pull out of his embrace and glance up at him. He exaggerates it, humming, and then leaning to press his lips to yours. Moments after he pulls away, he comes back in for another, and another, his hands molded behind your back. “Love you,” he adds in between one kiss, and you hum in reply. It’s enough.

There’s a pitter-patter of feet. “Ewwww! Auntie Y/N and Uncle Jean are having sex!”

You pull away from Jean with such speed that it might give you whiplash; Jamie stands looking slightly horrified in the hallway, near the door to the living room, proud of his rising of ews that follow from his siblings near the TV.

“Don’t say that! Where did you even learn that word?” you gasp, moving towards the five year old.

Jamie shrugs. “Heard it at Mommy’s birthday party. Uncle Reiner said it.”

You sigh knowingly. “Should have known.”

“Please don’t go around saying that when your Mom and Dad come to get you,” Jean adds in, looking flustered from behind you.

(5)

The bathroom light switches off. Jean closes the door and rubs his face, groaning out aches from his shoulders as he approaches the bed, shirtless, his toes curling into the carpet.

“I swear they weren’t that crazy last time we looked after them,” Jean says, sinking onto the bed. “Have they always been like that? Am I the crazy one?”

“It’s this scary thing called growing up,” you reply, sitting back against your pillows with your phone in your hands, the screen lighting up with new messages from your sister. “Can’t believe you got them to go to sleep without any trouble. It’s giving me baby-fever…”

“I’m gonna - I’m gonna have to ask you to slow down,” replies Jean, sounding winded.

“Everytime you hang out with them, it just proves to me how good you are with kids, and how, you know, someday you might be a Dad and- ugh, you’re gonna be great,” you sigh, followed by Jean grunting with amusement and shuffling to lay right beside you, his nose on your arm. You set your phone down, turning to match together against him like a puzzle. “They’re not shy when it comes to picking favourites. God, they really hate me.”

Jean rolls his eyes, “No, they don’t. They love you- you’re so good with looking after them. If I was doing all this alone, there’s no doubt I’d probs forget to feed them at dinner time. I’d straight up order a pizza and forget that kids need certain foods to grow up.”

Laughter suffices as a reply, and that’s that for a little bit. In his head, Jean wants to talk all about how great of a Mom you’ll be, how amazing it would be for him to watch you raise children, his children. He doesn’t say any of these things, because he’s one-hundred-percent certain that you know it all already, and that you’re just modest and insecure about it. So, Jean hums and pulls you closer for a hug, smooching your lips when you’re close enough.

The door is closed. The four kids are sleeping, Maria so deep in sleep that not even her brothers could wake her up if they screamed. Jean knows this. You know this. So, he moves his hand from your back to your ass, feeling the curve, feeling the smile against his teeth.

“Stop, our niece and nephews are next door,” you warn him, quietly, mumbles against his mouth. Jean smirks, gently nipping your bottom lip with his teeth and pushing his head into your neck.

“And it would suck to wake them up,” Jean replies, worming his way into places hot and inviting. “So, keep it quiet, yeah?”

You huff, rolling to your back and parting your legs as Jean slots in between. “I love when you get bossy on an evening,” you say to mock him and he laughs quietly.

“I love you,” he breathes.

(6)

“And they were good?”

Jean and yourself share a glance.

“Golden,” you say.

Your sister stands in the kitchen, giving you both the stink eye while the three older kids race around the house, excited at the fact their cool parents are home three days later. Honestly, she knows you’re lying, because these are her kids and she knows them better than anybody.

Anyway, she shrugs. “They must always be good for you guys. You can babysit more often.”

Jean tenses in his seat. He loves these kids but, holy fuck, the thought of looking after them again so soon makes him want to throw up. If there is one thing Jean has learnt from looking after three wild rampaging children and one angelic princess baby- but, again, he has no favouritism!-, it’s that it is absolutely harder than it looks.

It’s not enough to put him off though.

(7)

[5:45pm] Mean Sibling #1: Tell me why Jamie is talking about how you and Jean had sex [5:46pm] You: OMG THATS NOT TRUE [5:46pm] You: well, i mean… [5:46pm] You: not in front of them !!!! what kind of aunt do you think i am????? [5:49pm] Mean Sibling #1: How does he even know what sex means….how does he know that word [5:50pm] Mean Sibling #1: Hubby is laughing at me. what does my husband know that i don’t [5:52pm] You: that sounds like a you problem [5:54pm] Mean Sibling #1: ok well sorry for accusing you :P gotta give my FIVE YEAR OLD a talk….dear fucking god [5:59pm] Mean Sibling #1: wait a damn second wtf do you mean NOT IN FRONT OF THEM??? [6:00pm] Mean Sibling #1: Y/N ANSWER UR PHONE [6:01pm] Mean Sibling #1: Y/N [6:03pm] Mean Sibling #1: fucker

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justanobodywriter · 1 year

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Mortem

Eren x Reader x Jean

CW: kind of season 4 spoilers but nothing too specific (iykyk), gender neutral reader, angst, mentions of injuries, reader dies, little bit of cheating reader

Eren leaned over the bed. He looked at how peaceful you looked. He hadn't seen you like this in a while.

"I was beginning to think you weren't going to come," you breathed out.

Your lips turned up in a small smile as your eyes opened slowly. As the haze left, you saw him standing over you.

"I can't stay long," he spoke reaching out and caressing your cheek.

You leaned into his touch, "Any time I can get will be enough."

"Floch told me you aren't doing well."

"I'm not. I'm seriously injured."

"How bad is it?"

You lifted the thin sheet that covered your body, revealing many cuts and open wounds that were poorly stitched up. Most of your torso was a very dark blue, purple, or black color. It was very apparent that there was much that was wrong.

"Jean helped stitch me up," you explained. "I know it isn't perfect, but it's better than it was."

"Why aren't you bandaged better?" Eren questioned trying to keep his face a stoic expression.

"There isn't enough supplies here," you spoke laying the sheet back down. "They weren't ready to treat the wounded. The closest medics to here are against us all."

Eren nodded his head in understanding.

"I know you have to go, so don't worry yourself with me," you waved him off. "I'll be ok."

"This wasn't supposed to happen," Eren admitted.

"No plan is perfect."

"This one was."

"You're right, it was. This was all meant to happen. We have to accept it now."

"Do you still love me?"

"Of course I do, Eren," you let out a choked cough after you spoke.

"Do you still think this is the right thing to do?"

"Do you?"

"Yes."

"That's all that matters. I don't know what to think anymore."

"So you aren't still with me?"

"No, I am. I just don't know what's best anymore. Is there even anything that would be best in this world?"

"Don't say things like that."

"I'm serious, Eren. Think about it. This world has gone to shit. Can it really be saved?"

"There's only one way to find out."

You turned your head to him and looked intensely into his eyes, "Then do it."

Eren nodded.

He leaned over and kissed you.

Both of you knew it would be the last time, so his lips lingered with yours for a little longer than they usually would. He was hesitant to leave. He didn't want to leave you, but he had a job to do.

Finally, he left the room.

You listened to his footsteps as they got farther and farther away.

Your door creaked open.

"Jean," you called out.

"Yeah, it's me," he answered as he shut the door behind him.

He walked over to your bedside. He took your hand in his gently.

"Did he come?" Jean asked.

"Just like we thought he would," you confirmed. "Was it enough time?"

"Only time will tell," Jean breathed out.

He brought your knuckles to his lips and kissed them gently.

You smiled as you looked up at the ceiling. Silent tears fell from your eyes.

"It's ok," Jean cooed. "You did the right thing."

"Did I?" you asked.

He hummed in response.

He pulled a chair over to your bedside. He gently took your hand in his again.

"How are you feeling?" he asked.

"Weak," you admitted.

"Can I do anything to help?" he spoke looking up at you knowingly.

"Stay," you breathed out.

You both knew. It wouldn't be too much longer, so he did as you asked. Jean stayed there until he saw your chest stop rising and falling. Even after he knew, he leaned over and cried over you.

"Your death won't be for nothing," he spoke. "I promise."

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jeankirsteinsgrlfrnd · 4 months

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+♡NSFW alphabet with Jean♡+

pairing: jean kirstein x fem!reader

word count:

tw: this is a nsfw, smut-filled post. there’s going to be a bit of everything. scroll with care.

a/n: i hope you enjoy this! this was a request and boy, do i love me some jean.

18+ | MDNI | NSFW

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* ✧･ﾟ:

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

jean is all about aftercare. he knows how rough he can be with you so he makes sure to be so so so gentle afterwords. it’s not even a want, he needs to do this for you, his beautiful fucked out, marked up girlfriend. he’ll draw you a bath and carry you to it. jean will take care of all the hard work while you just sit and relax. he’ll shampoo your hair, wash your body and rub your shoulders. he’ll already have your most comfortable clothes set out and snacks will be soon on the way. to end the night, jean will hold you until you fall asleep, presumably in his lap as he strokes your hair.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

jean? if he had to pick his own favorite body part, he’d have to pick his hands. his hands that let him hold you, touch you, feel you. it’s also his hands that cause you to squirm underneath him, it’s his fingers that make your arch your back on his bed. he’s quite proud of his fingers and his hands. the way they are so slender and oh so long, make them just perfect for your cunt.

the hard part here is jean picking a favorite body part of yours. it could be your smooth legs. it could be your back. he settles on your thighs. he loves your plush thighs and how easily he can dig his nails in them when he goes down on you. how easily he can leave little crescent shaped marks on them. they’re perfect for leaving kisses or bites. your thighs are also the doors to your core. everything about them drives him crazy.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

jean can’t pick a favorite place to cum. he’d prefer to release inside you all the time but plan b’s are getting expensive. there’s just something about his cum leaking out of you, something about the way his seed in you makes him proud. it shows he owns you. however, he usually settles for your back.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

hmm…jean’s dirty little secret? he loves to be subby for you but not because you’re particularly good at it. he adores when you ask him, all shy and blushing before the words even come out, if you could be dominant for the night. jean knows this question will lead you to try to take control, unsure of what to do, lacking complete confidence. he fucking loves to see you try and he fucking loves to see you on top of him, trying to be in charge but ultimately ending underneath him. he hopes you keep trying.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

pfftt…i didn’t say it, but jean’s a slut. he knows how to please you while pleasing himself. there’s nothing he won’t try, especially if it’s you asking. he always ends up succeeding in making you feel good in any way you ask. this man could do anything and make you quiver. he knows what he’s doing and of course he knows exactly what he’s doing to you.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

jean’s favorite position is doggy without a doubt. he loves the animalistic nature of it, how loud you get for him. he wants to grip your hips so hard you bleed. doggy allows you to take every inch of him just like he wants.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

as silly as jean can be, he doesn’t find anything funny during the moment. he can laugh, he doesn’t expect perfection but he’ll never laugh at you. he won’t make jokes, he just wants to keep his attention on you. and he expects all of yours. he can keep things light hearted but mostly, jean just wants to fuck the shit out of you.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

jean has a bush. he doesn’t care about his body hair or what it looks like, it’s not important to him as long as he maintains cleanliness and a personal hygiene routine. he lets it grow but will shave occasionally if it gets too out of control.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

if it were anyone else, jean wouldn’t bother with the romantic parts. but because he adores you, he hits every single mark. forehead kisses during missionary. sweet, desperate hand holding. and of course, growling an ‘i love you’ in your ear on occasion. he makes sure you are loved and that you feel loved. jean’s slow and gentle kisses all over your body never let you forget.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

jean doesn’t really masturbate. of course, he has in the past but since you two got together, he doesn’t really feel the need to. he has a girlfriend, why use his own hand when you’re right there? only time he’ll jack off and not fuck you, is if you’re far away and you’ve sent him a provocative picture. jean’s days are always made with those. he can’t stop thinking of you and next thing you know, his hands down his pants, cursing you for not being there to relieve him.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

jean obviously has a breeding kink. he wants to see his cum dripping out of you. another thing that drives jean crazy is the size difference. he loves how he looms over you and the way you need to look up at him. it makes him feel powerful. it makes him feel in charge. it makes him feel like he could protect you but it also makes him feel like he could destroy you, like he could rip your tiny body in half if he got too rough. jean loves the way your pussy has to stretch to fit all of him.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

there’s no place jean won’t fuck you. you are his and he’ll take you wherever, whenever. he enjoys the thrill of doing it at a party, in the bathroom with a hand over your loud mouth. he gets pleasure out of watching you try to be quiet. secretly, he hopes everyone will hear so they know who you belong too. jean also of course enjoys the privacy of your shared home where you can be as loud as you want with no one around to hear a single thing.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

all you have to do is wear a dress. any dress but jean’s favorite are definitely sundresses. a sundress without any underwear is his dream. he also likes when you don’t wear a bra. bending over to grab something is a classic. a surprising thing jean likes is you in pajama pants. he thinks they make your ass look really good.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

jean is not a fan of calling you mean nicknames. he’ll call you his dirty slut but he would never demean your physical appearance. he would never call you worthless or useless. he could never say those things to you. he couldn’t imagine you believing them for a second. he wouldn’t call you anything that would make you feel like just a sex object.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

jean is a giver through and through. he loves to praise you as he eats you out and loves to hold you down, something about the way you buck underneath him makes him eat like he’s starved. jean also appreciates getting his dick sucked. like, a lot. he’ll never make you do but if you offer, he’s all for it. he loves to play with your hair while you take all of him in. this is something he’s gentle with while most of the time he’s rough.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

it really depends on his mood and your mood. he can be one or the other, or he can be both. it also depends on the type of day you had. if you had a rough day, jean is sweet and takes his time, making you feel appreciated. if you two had gone out to dinner, you know you’re both taking your clothes off when you get home for a fast, rough, aggressive fucking. that applies to a jealous jean too.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

like i said earlier, one of jean’s favorite places to do it is in a bathroom at a party. he’s all for quickies. it doesn’t happen too often as jean likes to drag out your sex as long as possible but if the situation arises he’s sure to take it.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

jean will try most things. he’ll try anything you want to, besides watersports, etc. that’s just something he’s not into. he loves trying new things with you, just to see what else he could do to drive you crazy.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

jean’s nickname ain’t the stallion for nothing. he’s steadfast. he doesn’t get tired. sometimes he’ll slow but only for your sake. he likes to try for a new record of rounds every now and then but you always find yourself needing a break with him. it’s not his fault your moans and whines restore his strength.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

jean owns toys. but not for himself. they’re yours and only yours. every once in a while, he might let you handcuff or tie him up only a little. but fuck does he enjoy using them on you. he’s got a plethora of options. cuffs, vibrators, dildos, candles, whips, paddles, feathers, rings, etc. all at your request. the most used toy is probably the vibrator. he’ll put that on your clit while he fucks you because nothing compares to the sound coming out of your mouth. sometimes you’re too speechless.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

jean’s a big tease. he can’t help it. you’re just so easy to get going. however, he also gives in quick. he’ll buckle for you the minute you tell him too. doesn’t like to keep his princess waiting.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

he’s not a moaner. jean’s a groaner, a grunter. he’s not loud either. also, he’ll never yell. he is quite talkative. quick to whisper in your ear how good you’re doing, how good you’re making him feel. jean’s got a whole bunch of nicknames just for you. when he cums, he talks through it. thanking you and telling you how much he loves you. and he always lets you know when he’s about to cum. it’s always “fuck, baby. you’re gonna make me cum.” followed by a few quiet grunts.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

jean’s kinda a sucker for pain. just little amounts, nothing crazy. he likes when you dig your nails into his back, enough to leave scratches. he appreciates a hand around his throat now and now. but you tugging on that mullet of his has got to be his favorite. your fingers in his hair, the tension, it shows how much you need him close to you.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

you know he’s toned. he has a six pack but it’s not crazily defined. his whole body is hard. his biceps are big, his arms and hands are a little veiny. jean’s thighs are big and fucking muscular. and his dick. oh god, his dick. it’s huge. a nice seven inches just for you. but fuck, is it thick. it could tear you in half if he wasn’t so gentle at first.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

jean’s sex drive is very fifty-fifty. he could have sex every day of the week but at the same time, it’s not a need. he doesn’t need to have sex. he just needs you. just between us, he’d probably fuck you five times a day if you could handle it. but he lets you call the shots.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

jean won’t fall asleep until you’re all taken care of. bathed, fed, pain killers if you need them and of course a glass of water. you’ll need to be tucked in, head on his chest until he’ll consider going to sleep. even then, he’ll lay awake for a few minutes, appreciating the moment.

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imagineanime2022 · 1 year

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S/O Like Dazai

Armin Arlert X Reader, Jean Kirstein X Reader, Levi Ackerman X Reader

Requested: Anon

Request: Hello, i have some idea again, i want to request headcanons Armin, Jean and Levi from Attack on titan with Female Survey Corps(in Levi's S/O case she is squad leader) S/O who have personality and skill like Dazai from Bungou stray dogs?

Warning: Suicidal readers though it's not really framed that way or focused on too much

Armin Arlert

🌊 You ended up saving Armin from a bunch of bullies before the walls fell, that was how you became friends with him. 🌊 You were literally too smart for your own good, on the day that the wall fell you warned him that something bad was going to happen. Armin couldn’t find you in the chaos and worried until he saw you at the training camp when it started. 🌊 You were top of the class at everything, even Annie couldn’t beat you in a hand to hand fight mostly because you never stopped running your mouth. 🌊 Armin would run a plan by you to see how you’d disrupt it and account for those possibilities as well. 🌊 He admired the fact that you weren’t afraid to die, he wished that he didn’t feel that fear and the first time that you were all sent out everyone watched in fascination as you took down titan after titan. 🌊 You were the one who told him about Eren being a titan shifter and even manipulated Eren into using it the first time to protect all of you. 🌊 Figured out who the titan shifters were before everyone else but didn’t say a word until someone asked you. 🌊 Played bait far too often for Armin’s little heart. 🌊 Never told anyone about your plans, Armin constantly playing catch up and screaming at people not to do something when figuring out what you were doing just in time. 🌊 You were both risk-takers for very different reasons and 90% of the time Armin was talking you out of something stupid. 🌊 Armin made sure to tell you how important you were to him and how much he needed you hoping that would make sure you came back to him. 🌊 While everyone else left Levi to make the choice about who should be given the spinal fluid, you talked him into the decision you wanted. 🌊 He came to you for advice as weird as that sounds. 🌊 Armin sought out physical affection after long days or intense life events and while you weren’t very good at it when you first started you figured out what he needed and provided it because you loved him as much as he loved you.

Jean Kirstein

🐴 Jean met you at the training camp and he hated you at first because you could talk rings around him and you were physically capable too. 🐴 He also thought that you were seriously weird because you were trying to die every day, he had once suggested just getting eaten by a titan which you dismissed as messy and painful. 🐴 Literally has no idea how you’re that physically gifted when you spend all day doing nothing, also doesn’t understand how you’ve gotten away with that for so long. 🐴 Gets angry with you when you give him actual advice because it’s always sound and he ends up following it anyway. 🐴 You don’t sleep very well and that was the first time that you both had an actual conversation, things changed after he found out about the friend that sacrificed themself so you could escape the titan attack. 🐴 It took a while for him to get used to you asking him about different methods of death and it often resulted in him flicking your nose or ear as punishment. 🐴 You worked well with him when you were on the field. He was smarter than he looked but once he saw how smart you were he trusted you to make a plan to get him out of a situation. 🐴 You were the one to save him when he lost his ODM gear “why’d you save me?” “wouldn’t you like to know?” 🐴 Stuck to you like glue after that, he realised that you weren’t so bad and actually worried about your mental state. 🐴 When you started dating, he learned more about you personally but he still didn’t know exactly where you came from or what happened to your family since you never seemed to talk about them. 🐴 He was always apologising for you especially when you talked to Levi or Erwin. 🐴 Laughed any time that you interacted with anyone else in their regiment because they were horrified by everything that you said. 🐴 Jean was quite an observant human when he wanted to be so he was the one to keep an eye on you when no one else was, which he didn’t mind too much considering the antics that you got up to were quite entertaining. 🐴 Jean is more physical than most which meant that he was the one the initiated most things, pulling you into cuddles or holding your hand where you would allow it. 🐴 Jean would never disagree that you were annoying but he loved you for everything that you were, he only wished that you valued your life a little more than you did.

Levi Ackerman

☕ You met Levi in the underground, you both adapted very differently but unlike others you knew that there was something worth watching in him. ☕ You gave him food that you could spare and got into fights to protect him, that is until his mother died and his uncle found him, that was the last time that you talked to him when he was young. ☕ The next time that you’d see him was in military training, both of you competing to be top of the class and moving on to the scouts. ☕ Now before you started dating your inability to stay out of trouble was of no consequence to him, he just found it absolutely unbelievable that no matter what you lived through every mission, despite the fact that you were trying to die. ☕ When you finally started dating it was because of Hange, who absolutely abused your want to die in order to get her test subjects. ☕ Levi moved you to his team the moment that he became a commander so that he could keep an eye on you. ☕ Didn’t miss a beat when you asked “what do you think dying by Titan would be like.” “Painful.” ☕ You both barely slept so that was where you had most of your more serious conversations and thought-up plans when it became increasingly dangerous to trust the higher-ups. ☕ People soon found out that you were just as good at killing humans as you were at killing titans especially when it came to protecting people that you cared about. ☕ Levi wasn’t a very affectionate person so you were the one that initiated most things and by initiate I mean fall onto him and hope he doesn’t push you off. ☕ You always share a horse with Levi because you get lost or lose your horse every time you are left on your own. ☕ Levi was always keeping a watchful eye on you making sure that you were safe because you never did that for yourself. ☕ Literally hated it when you start a sentence with ‘do you think.’ ☕ Levi loved you a lot but you never ceased to give him a heart attack every time that you weren’t with him, he gave specific instructions to anyone that was working with you and checked on you any time that he could.

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ohimsummer · 2 years

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part 1 here

18+, minors dni please

content: nsfw, jean x reader, breeding kink, unprotected sex

You give him a sly grin and return with,"We'll see if you can do the same, pretty boy." Despite the position you're in, pinned down to the mattress and half naked at this point, you still seep that same confidence.

Jean gives a dark chuckle. His hands explore the expanse of your thighs, slowly edging closer and closer towards your waist to toy with the hem of your panties."I didn't start this though, did I?" You don’t answer, instead focusing on the way his eyes wander over your lower half; an obvious crimson blush is prominent on his ears and cheeks. Fingers tug at the edge of the thin cotton covering your cunt: boyshorts which are a deep red hue and snug against your skin. His gaze halts on the dark spot where your arousal has soaked through, and tingles dance across your skin as Jean's tongue darts over his lips. He places a hand on your waist.

"Cute.", is all he initially says before adding."Got anymore like this?"

"Uh-!", your brows furrow at the seemingly random question."Underwear? Uh, yeah..? Wh-"

You barely finish your sentence before Jean forcefully grabs the hem of your panties and tears the fabric away from you with ease. Eyes wide, you follow his hand as he discards the torn undergament over the side of the bed. The action leaves you unbelievably horny, smitten even. Jean doesn't give it a second thought, but the aggressiveness of it occupies your mind as he repositions himself between your thighs. Fiendish, hazel eyes meets yours as Jean hesitates right over your throbbing pussy. A dull ache begins to develop in your thighs as Jean spreads them far apart. He peppers kisses over your inner thighs, dangerously close to your core. ‘What a fucking tease’ you think to yourself. Thoughts are jumbled and tumbling around in your head, with one sticking at the forefront of your mind: Jean. His strong hold easily prevents you from bucking your hips, and you can tell he's got a big, smug grin with the way the skin wrinkles around his eyes.

The warmth of his breath fans over your cunt, and Jean's voice is low when he addresses you."How bad do you want it?"

Your reply is immediate, intensified by the way you clutch the sheets between your fingers."Please, please, Jean, want you to fuck me really bad. Want you really bad."

That's enough for him. He wastes no time slipping his tongue between your folds to get a taste of you, his grip sure to leave bruises that last the next day. The pretty moans tumbling from your lips are comparable to music, and you sing such a sweet melody for him. He feels like he's in heaven, face buried between your legs, tongue wriggling around in the heat of your dripping cunt. His chin is a mess of your juices as he explores your insides. Your back arches abruptly when Jean's nose brushes against your sensitive clit one too many times, but he's quick to flatten you back down into the mattress. His tongue leaves your clenching hole, but he doesn’t leave you feeling empty for too long. Jean's thick fingers slide easily inside you, and the way his digits curl and twist against your slick walls has you quickly crying out his name. The way your pussy is clamping down on his fingers, Jean can tell you're close. He readjusts, fingers still drilling into you, and slides your tank top up and over your breasts. He leans down to take one of your nipples in his mouth. The harsh sucks he gives the erect bud is your last straw, and it has you coming undone beneath him, writhing and whimpering as tears begin to build in the corners of your eyes. Jean’s thumb continues to rub tight circles around your throbbing clit as you mewl for him, the euphoria of your orgasm slowly fading away.

With a dazed mind and blurred vision, you can just make out Jean's fuzzy outline as he frees his cock from their restraints. Even with the room still spinning, your unfocused stare catches the sheer length of his dick, twitching and flush against his stomach. Your body has a mind of its own, hips spastically thrusting up to meet the appendage as he massages it up and down your sensitive cunt. You can feel your pussy clenching around nothing and, although it's hard to make words in the state you're in, you still babble out a meek demand for Jean to fuck you.

"Can't understand you, pretty girl." Jean pulls your legs to rest on either side of his waist."Use your words, baby."

Despite how dog-tired you are, you find it in you to throw Jean an annoyed glare. There's a twinkle in those hazel eyes. He knows exactly what you want, he just wants to be an asshole."Come-", you manifest all your strength to raise yourself up and stare Jean in the face."-on!"

And you get your wish. Jean pushes into you all at once and his first thrust knocks the wind out of you, plunging you right back into the plush sheets. He fucks into you like he's in a rush, not even giving you a second to breathe. Jean hovers over you with his arms on either side of your head to prop himself up. Light kisses are freckled around your neck and shoulders, interrupted only by the occasional bite to blemish your skin; he eases the dull sting with a caress of his tongue. You turn and bury your head into his soft pillows to muffle your screams of pleasure, suddenly feeling embarrassed at how Jean's getting such a rise out of you. You’re sure he can feel the heat radiating off your cheeks. A hand clutches at your throat, giving it a light squeeze, and Jean gives you a threatening look.

"Don't be shy now, princess.", he teases, turning your head back to face him."Let it all out. I wanna hear you."

Moans and grunts fill the room as Jean fucks into you like you'll be his last. Your eyes squeeze shut, and all you can focus on is the hard dick slamming against that spongey spot inside of you. It feels too good and, if it weren't for your brain being turned to mush, you'd be begging Jean to slow down so you could get your bearings.

You can sense his closeness before you hear Jean's voice, low and deep and punctuated by the thrusts of his hips as he whispers filth in your ear. "Gonna fill you up, pretty girl. Mark your insides with my cum." He lands another kiss on your jaw and it sends shivers down your spine."God, you're so tight. Gonna let me cum in you, baby?"

Your nails leave angry, red scratches on his back. Jean's pounding and grinding into you with a cruel speed which leaves you grasping for words, so you respond with an enthusiastic nod.

He raises his head to smile at you."Good. That's my girl."

With that last bit of praise, you're heaving out broken moans and cries of Jean's name as you both cum together. His hips slow to a roll against your own, eventually stilling completely as you both come down from your highs. Jean collapses beside you. He wraps an arm around your waist and pulls you into him, chin resting snug atop your head as he catches his breath.

You use your recovering breathe to poke fun at him."I don't know if you lived up to my standards, but you were satisfactory, Jean-boy."

He squeezes you in his arms."You still tryna fucking tease, sweetheart? Haven't learned your lesson?"

"Nope.", is your immediate answer. Jean doesn’t seem to react, and you snuggle up into him to prepare for a nap.

You open your eyes at Jean's sudden movements. He's back on his knees, cock hard again as he pulls your aching legs to lay on his shoulders.

You raise an eyebrow at him."What do you think you're doing, babe?"

"They won't be back for a while.", Jean flashes you another devious grin."I got a few more hours to exceed your expecations."

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ackrmvvn-levi · 1 year

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My Angel || J.K.

Word count: 1.4K

Warnings: Smut, swearing, AFAB!reader

The fire was warm against your back, effectively keeping you protected from the cold air as if Jean's arms were doing a sufficent enough job of that.

But then again, he wasn’t really trying to keep you warm at the moment. His hands were moving across your body, sliding under your shirt and down your stomach while his lips trailed kisses along your neck.

You two had snuck away for the night, setting up a little camp in the woods just to spend some alone time together. It was always hard to find any semblance of a normal life with your career choices, nights like this were cherished.

He was taking his time with you, reveling in the feeling of your body straddling his lap, your hands curling into his hair as he nipped at your exposed skin. You moaned quietly when his teeth grazed over a particularly sensitive spot near your shoulder, a smirk pulling at Jean’s lips as he moved to capture yours in a kiss.

“God, you’re gorgeous,” he mumbled, his hand cupping your cheek before he pressed a quick peck on your nose. You smiled lazily at him, eyes half lidded with desire. “And I love you,” he murmured, pressing another kiss to your forehead as he reached for one of your hands and intertwined it with his own.

“Let me see more of you, hmm?” he asked, tugging you impossibly closer, hands moving to the hem of your shirt. You obliged quickly, allowing him to rid you of the fabric with ease, his fingers gliding along your naked skin, leaving goosebumps in their wake.

He chuckled softly in satisfaction when you shivered slightly, the sensation of Jean’s hands ghosting across your bare flesh sending tingles through every nerve ending. His mouth found its way back to your mouth after another minute, kissing you thoroughly. It was an incredibly slow exploration, one that made you long to be devoured by him.

He broke the kiss momentarily, moving to gently lay you in the ground. Jean’s eyes moved over your body slowly, admiring you as if he never wanted to stop seeing you.

“What are we gonna do with the rest of these clothes?” He teased, running his hands over your thighs and hips before stopping at the waistline of your pants. You lifted your hips as he tugged them down, exposing your legs for Jean to admire even further.

He smiled appreciatively and leaned forward, kissing down the inside of your thigh. His touch made the most delicious shivers run up and down your body, his kisses sending a thrill throughout your entire being. The heat between your thighs burned, begging for release from its confines.

You squirmed impatiently as Jean worked his magic, sucking at your inner thighs as he did.

A small gasp left your lips as he kissed your center through your thin underwear, Jean letting out a breathy chuckle.

“Jean, please…” you groaned, arching up into his grasp, desperate for more, needing it more than ever. “Please what, sweetheart?” He feigned innocence, a teasing glint in his eyes as he looked up at you. You could hear the smile in his voice, feel the warmth in his gaze.

“I need you, please.” Your words came out more needy than you would have liked, but you couldn’t help yourself, not when Jean’s head resided between your thighs. “I want—,” your words cut off as he finally pulled your panties off, tongue licking a strip up your folds.

You let out a choked moan, writhing underneath him as he suckled gently at the entrance to your body. It only took seconds before your hips bucked upwards towards him, your hands tangling in his hair tightly as Jean continued sucking, his tongue moving expertly against you. It sent waves of pleasure cascading through your whole body, each lick making your insides melt and quiver. His hands were wrapped tightly around your thighs, ensuring they stayed open for him.

His teeth grazed your clit, making you arch once more, gasping loudly as a jolt of electricity ran through you. Jean continued flicking his tongue over your clit, reveling in your whiny moans while you squirmed under his ministrations. A satisfied grin stretched across his face, and he looked up at you as his tongue swirled around your clit before he began working a finger into your entrance.

"Feels good, Jean," you breath out, eyes clamped shut while you felt your orgasm building. Jean grinned cockily at you as he continued to stroke your clit, knowing he was torturing you with each pull at your core. "Oh god, don't stop —." Your words cut off with a high pitched whine as the coil in your stomach finally snapped, releasing your climax into Jean's warm mouth and hands. He swallowed it all greedily before pulling away with a smug smirk on his face. "Fuck..."

Your breathing was still ragged, and your cheeks flushed pink with embarrassment as you tried to compose yourself. When your eyes opened again, Jean was quickly removing his clothes, tossing them haphazardly aside and crawling towards you to hover over you. Your hands immediately found their place around his neck, holding onto him as you breathed heavily.

"You ready for more, princess?" Jean purred in your ear, fingers stroking your breasts softly as he kissed the shell of your ear. You nodded excitedly, and Jean smirked in satisfaction.

"Good girl," he mumbled, lining himself up with your entrance. He pushed into you easily, a deep groan leaving the back of his throat as he bottomed out, filling you completely. You gasped loudly, a sound of utter pleasure escaping your lips as you adjusted to his pace.

His weight settled onto top of you as he began moving in and out of you, his movements slow and steady, both of you enjoying the feeling of being so close.

You gripped Jean's biceps, pulling him close as your eyes slipped closed and lips parted as you enjoyed each new sensation. He stayed at the same pace, lips moving down to place light pecks against your neck and shoulders in between thrusts. He sucked lightly at your collarbone before continuing.

"So beautiful," he whispered, fingers gripping the grass. "Just so beautiful, Y/N."

You felt yourself begin to shake at his words, overwhelmed by the sheer blissful emotion you could sense coming off of him. It wasn’t often you got to see this side of Jean, and it definitely made your heart sing whenever he gave himself over to you fully.

Even now, when you were both in ecstasy, you were able to notice the gentle blush coloring Jean’s cheeks, his jaw clenched tight to keep himself from moaning out loud.

You jutted your hands out to his cheeks, pulling his face over to yours. “I love you so much,” you murmured, capturing his lips in a passionate kiss, wanting nothing more than to pour every ounce of passion you had within you into those loving moments.

This kiss ended faster than you would’ve liked as your jaw dropped open, moans falling past your lips in a desperate plea for more. Your noises got louder as he dipped a hand between your bodies, fingers toying with your clit.

“Jean, I’m gonna come,” you breathed, your arms wrapping tightly around his torso. His thumb brushed over the bundle of nerves buried beneath your clit in rhythmic circles, bringing tears to your eyes as you cried out.

Your orgasm shot through you once more, this time more forceful and strong as you dug your nails into the flesh of his lower back. He watched you with such adoration in his eyes that it was almost painful to watch.

You could barely feel his thrusts become sloppier as he chased his own high, panting against your skin as you felt his seed fill you up. As his orgasm ebbed from him, he collapsed against you, chest rising and falling rapidly as he caught his breath. His arms tightened around you for just a second before they loosened again, and then he pulled away, resting his forehead against yours.

His lips curled up into a wide grin as he peppered soft kisses along your jaw line, making your eyes flutter close. “My angel,” he murmured, a soft giggle leaving his lips as you pressed small kisses to the crook of his neck.

He shifted his weight to rest his upper body over yours, nuzzling your neck as he held you. He brought his hand up, smoothing it along your face gently before pressing a delicate kiss to your temple. You hummed contently, snuggling closer to him, feeling content.

It didn’t take long until you drifted off to sleep, body held tightly against Jean’s. He grabbed the extra blanket you’d made sure to pack and tugged it over your bodies, watching you with a fond look in his eyes as he fell asleep next to you.

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HAPPY IS HER — Part 1

↪ Jean Kirstein mini-series

↪ content; canon universe, description of violence, season 4, reincarnation!au, heavy angst

“Will you marry me?”

You stopped putting up the blade on the scabbard when you heard the question from behind you. At this messed up moment, you never expected someone to make such a crucial proposition, not when in a few minutes from now you were ready to board the flying boat, ready to put your life on the line to save the world.

The question echoed at the back of your mind, and you were still debating whether it was a good thing to turn around and acknowledge the marriage proposal you received or just shrugged it off. You were not in a situation to think about something as petty as love, not when one of you probably couldn't make it out alive from this cruel war.

If the two of you were strolling around Trost like what you used to, you would not hesitate to face him. You could imagine yourself with your eyes shining under the bright sunlight, asking what he meant whether he was being serious or just wanted to tease you. And you knew, you would know the answer to his question.

“Don’t joke around at a time like this, Jean.”

But the circumstance you were in right now did not help you to let out the word that you wanted to say. There was no time to be a lovesick woman, there was no time to think about a future that was out of your reach. The thing that you needed to be focused on was for you to give everything you had to fight the founding titan.

You really hoped that he would drop the question and just let you go, because you knew your heart too well, and saying no to him was something that had been a struggle for you ever since the two of you were just stupid brats in the Cadet Corps.

“You know I will never joke about something as important as this.”

No air could fill your lungs at this point, and you felt your legs wobble slightly from the earnest tone that he used. “Hey, just listen to me, okay? Turn around, face me at least if you want to say no. Rejection is something that I have been through my whole life anyway.”

That was it. That was probably the reason you didn’t want to face him. You knew. You were there. Your eyes caught everything for the past years ever since you knew him, and you swore from the bottom of your heart that you would do anything if only he could look at you like how he saw the beautiful, multi-talented ravenette that now was chatting with Armin.

He was not serious with the question, probably he was, but he would never be serious when it came to his own feelings. Him loving you? That was probably the stupidest, deceitful, delusional thing that ever crossed your mind. And you knew the reason why he threw that question at you instead of her.

Because as for now, she only had eyes on someone else, the same person that was trying to commit worldwide genocide, excluding Paradis, the same person that everyone was trying to take down with their blades and guns.

“Why do you want to marry me in the first place, Jean?” You tried as hard as you could not to let your voice waver, still not facing him as you didn’t want to show how pitiful you looked right now. “You would never want to marry me. We fight now and then, we bicker all the time—”

“Because you are the one who knows me best, that’s why.” He cut you off, perhaps still blinded by his own selfishness at this point. You should have known that he would never drop this off so easily, and you could only grit your teeth, not wanting to lash out. “You know me so well, no one else could understand me as much as you do. So please, I-I will love you—”

“Can you even promise that you are going to love me?” You swallowed a huge lump, waiting for his response to such a simple question. Something that never came for the next few seconds. “See, Jean?” Then you turned around, locking your gaze with his as you saw how his pupils widened, probably because he finally saw the tears that streamed down your face. “You couldn’t even promise that you are going to love me back.”

You felt so dumb right now, hands shaking from the feelings that you always buried deep inside your heart. All these years, you always knew your place, you knew you could never be as perfect as the woman that he loved. Yet he just needed to bring it up, to ask something that you wanted nothing but to answer with an excited yes.

If only you didn’t know, if only you could blind yourself from the truth — you would have run to him right now, wrapping your arms around his neck and smashing your lips against his. Something that consistently appeared in your mind with how much you wanted to know how he tasted.

But that was the thing you could never do. You watched on the sideline for the seven years you had known him, knowing how in love he was. Everything was imprinted in your mind, so you knew you could never act like you didn’t notice that he would be ready to give his own life just to save her.

He was standing still from his place, lips parted even though there were no words that rolled down his tongue. You couldn’t blame him, even though he could be such a selfish jerk sometimes, he was someone that would never want to hurt his comrades. Especially not to someone like you who was always there for him through thick and thin.

There were a few pairs of eyes that turned to look at you two, possibly debating if they should intervene or just let everything happen as it was. You knew they were probably only getting worried that there would be a huge fight that could lead to nothing but regret in later days, even so, you didn’t like the non-existent privacy that you had then.

Inhaling the air through your nose, making the salty scent of the ocean tickle your nostrils, you decided to be the one who just let it go. It didn’t matter anyway, no matter how many things you wanted to tell him, there was no alternative future where Jean Kirstein was in love with you.

Therefore, with a heavy heart, you walked past him, leaving him to contemplate alone about his own feelings. He didn’t call out to you, not trying to stop you from walking away, so you knew that he probably understood by now that asking you to marry him was the biggest mistake he ever made in his life.

Although you wished, you really wished in your wildest dream that perhaps someday, you could hear him ask the exact same question to you.

Using an intonation filled with certainty, with his whole heart loving every part of your being.

Your fingertips trailing the white silk napery that was draped neatly on top of a round, wooden table. A smile etched on your face since you knew today would be perfect. Everything was in place, and you couldn’t feel better knowing that the weather was excellent at the moment.

White dress wrapped around your figure, and you felt so beautiful and confident wearing it. Leaving the table where the tall wedding cake was placed before, you sauntered through the venue to greet each guest that you met along the way, with the same smile that never wavered as they congratulated you for today.

You didn’t realise how a pair of molten copper eyes looking at you with pride glinting inside his orbs, praising you internally as he felt so blessed that you were here. From the very first start he met you, he knew there was something about your existence that made him want nothing but to keep you in his life.

He recalled how he bumped into you a few years back in a bookstore, and even though you were ready to slip away from him after muttering a small apology, he couldn’t help himself but grip your wrist, telling you to wait.

And despite the embarrassment that took him from gripping a stranger’s wrist, he thanked himself for not letting you go that easily.

Because now, you had become such an important person in his life, someone that he would always cherish no matter what.

“Is everything ready?”

You flinched when you felt someone’s breath on your ear, making you yelp since you were just done greeting another guest that asked you where to sit.

“Jean!” Turning your head to face him, you whispered-shout at his face before punching his chest lightly, an action that elicited a low chuckle coming from his lips. “What are you doing here? Goodness! The groom shouldn’t wander around the venue like this, you know?”

Your pout always looked so adorable, and that was one of the reasons why he always loved to tease you. He didn’t know why, but he couldn’t have a single day pass without trying to mess with your head. And despite how annoying he could be, you always stayed and gave him your attention.

“You are not supposed to be here either.” He gently flicked your chin, and he let out another chuckle when you hissed from his action.

“Fuck it, Jean. At this point, I ask myself what the meaning of my existence in your life actually is.” You scoffed, rolling your eyes in a mocking tone as you folded your arms in front of your chest. “You always tease me! Why do you even want me here in the first place? I would end up to be—”

“Because you are the one who knows me best, that’s why.”

He swore he could see your pupils dilated slightly from his words, and it made him stop laughing at you, since he saw that emotion inside your eyes all over again. You were always like this sometimes, to suddenly stop talking, stop responding to anything for a few seconds as if your whole life was fleeting through your mind.

But then it was back to normal, and the emotionless facade that you had before now slowly filled with another expression.

“Is that supposed to be a compliment, Jean Kirstein?”

Though somehow, he could sense something from the way you called his name just now. Something that he didn’t know what it was, but it made him scared and oddly nostalgic at the same time.

“Well, it's—”

“Jean! It’s the time!”

A gentle, familiar voice called out to him. And the atmosphere that was built nicely around the two of you suddenly vanished into the thin air. Both of you turned to the source of the voice, finding the beautiful ravenette woman waving in your direction. “Connie is waiting for you in the dressing room!”

“I’ll be there soon, love!”

He waved back, though he didn’t move his feet even until the woman walked away from the scene. Today was his wedding day, and he was supposed to be so thrilled and felt all of the excitement in his heart. In a few minutes from now, the love of his life, his first love and dream girl would be his wife, but at the moment, he didn’t want to leave you alone just yet.

“So, where are—”

"Nevermind, Jean. She called." You took a few steps backwards, giving him and you a proper gap. But his face never left you as somehow he felt something that rooted him to his place. "Jean, your bride called." Snapping two fingers in front of his face, he finally could regain himself, and a small nervous chuckle slipped from his lips when he realised that he was daydreaming before.

"Yeah, yeah. My bride, yes." He cleared his throat, averting your gaze completely since somehow he could not take a look at you. When you saw this, you raised one of your eyebrows, wondering why he stayed here when his bride already called him to prepare himself and wear the wedding suit.

“Don’t tell me you had wedding jitters, Jean.”

“H-Huh? Why would I? Mikasa is perfect, and—”

“And you were always meant to be with her, I know.” You chuckled a little, though it didn’t sound as sincere as usual, but he shrugged it off. “You always told me about it, that you have met her before, perhaps in your previous life, right?” He nodded at that, letting out a long sigh as he swept his hair to the back. “So what’s on your mind? Why are you still standing here with me? You are so close to marrying her again, Jean.”

“I promise, I promise I will find you one day.”

A flicker of memory appeared out of nowhere, something that usually happened only when his fiancée was around. But these days as you helped him plan his wedding day and became his wedding organiser, another part of an unknown memory appeared in his mind, little by little without any concrete context.

And it stressed him out more than anything, because he was afraid that he took a wrong path, or not knowing something that he should have remembered.

“I-I just feel like I have a promise to someone else, I guess.” He swallowed a huge lump, averting his gaze to the side, making him miss the way your eyes watered slightly. “And that someone else, that someone else is you! But I can’t remember what it was, I don’t know—”

“Jean.” You stopped him, resting your palm on his chest as you didn’t want to hear anything else from him. His copper eyes went back towards your face with pupils dilated slightly, wanting to calm himself down. “You don’t have to think about it.” But he didn’t need to try, not with you gazing at him with such tenderness and care that gave him contentment already.

Panting a little, he bit his upper lip since he was still stressed. He really wanted to know what it was, the promise that he made with you and why he said such a thing. There were no other sentences, he could only hear himself saying that to you in his past life, but he didn’t know the reason behind it, making him so anxious.

Though now, you were standing tall before him with a look that he couldn’t quite fathom despite how comforting it was to him. “You know I never remember anything from my past, Jean. Perhaps you promised something because we are friends, whatever it was though, it doesn’t matter.” He didn’t know anymore if you were trying to reassure him or yourself, but he listened to your words and took it all in. “It was nothing, okay? What matters is here, now. In this life where you love her again.”

His fingers gently wrapped around your wrist, subconsciously caressing it as he processed your words. He was a little bit of a hypocrite when he realised that. No matter how many times he didn’t want to get so hung up over the same woman that he loved in his past life, he ended up to be a hopeless romantic, thinking how beautiful it was to recreate something that happened once.

“Yeah, you are right.” He chuckled to let out the awkwardness that he felt before ruffling your hair a little. “You are always right. I am glad you are here in my life.”

Your smile only widened at that, and you couldn’t help but lean in and pressed a platonic kiss on his cheek. You didn’t realise how his body went frozen in place for a moment there, but as you pulled away, he already fixed himself and just gave you a cheeky smile, as if to tease him.

“Now go, go dress yourself to the nines.” You patted his chest one more time before pushing him forward. “Go! You are going to be the happiest man alive!” And he ambled away. Even though a bit unsteady, he kept on going, now with a more stable emotion.

For sure, there was nothing else that he should be worried about. You were here, you would always be here for him, the best friend that never left his side, just like Connie, Marco and Sasha. And he knew you were always right. Anything that happened in his past life didn’t matter.

What mattered was what happened here, now, and that was for him to be the husband of someone he had been in love with for the past few years.

You could only watch his back as he ran to a secured future that he always dreamed of. Standing there alone, you waited until he was gone from your sight, wanting to be there in case he would look back and needing some assurance.

But the second he was gone inside the building, you immediately darted towards the nearest bathroom.

There were a lot of things that happened in your mind right now; you wanted to throw up from the nausea that you felt, you wanted to cry from the lie you had committed to ever since you met him, you wanted to just move to another state and forget that you had a life here.

Although you knew it was not possible, not when your days had been filled with his existence, and even though you would always be the best friend in whatever life you had — you knew you could never erase himself completely.

Locking the bathroom’s door, you immediately collapsed on the seat that was placed in the middle of the room, wanting to calm down as you finally felt your heart break into a million little pieces. After years swallowing down the truth, after years you hid what you knew, the dam broke freely with no one there to fix it.

“Shit! Don’t leave me, please don’t leave me too.” You couldn’t feel anything as your body felt so numb, eyes looking up to the skies that were so clear you couldn’t see any clouds on it. “Hey, hey, look at me.” But then someone tilted your head so you could face him, and you were met with the familiar copper orbs that you always loved to stare at.

It was Jean, your best friend ever since the two of you were in the Cadet Corps. You despised his cocky attitude at first, not liking how he was so hostile toward others. Yet as time went by and you started to get to know him better, he was actually a lot more human than any other person you ever met.

You could feel his finger tucking the strands of hair behind your ear, as if wanting to see you more clearly. At first you were so lost, you didn’t know what happened right now and you wanted nothing but to ask him. But as you felt the excruciating pain at your abdomen, everything replayed at the back of your head.

One of the titan ancestors bit you, hard, and you were pretty sure you would have fallen by now, perhaps crushed underneath the colossal titans who's currently splat everything in their way. Instead, you were here now in the arms of the man that you loved so much, and you parted your lips, wanting to tell him the words that you wanted to say.

You wanted to do it all. You wanted to scream at him that you have always been in love with him, you wanted to pull his collars and smash your lips with his, you wanted to stay alive and see the world with him and the others.

“Y-Yes.”

But from all the things that you wanted to do, you could only utter that one word, and you hoped he understood the meaning behind it. However, from how his irises widened after that, you were certain that he knew. Tears welled up in his eyes, and for once he didn’t care if he could be killed during this time for wanting to stay by your side at the last minute of your life.

“Listen to me, don’t say anything, just listen to me.” He swallowed a huge lump and held your hand, squeezing it tight since he wanted you to feel that you were not alone. “I am going to find you, in another life, I will. We are going to meet up, fall in love, get married to each other, have kids if you want that, anything you want! Anything, anything you want me to.”

Jean said it all in one take of breath, afraid that you were already gone by now. “I promise, I promise I will find you one day.” And his lips shaped into a thin smile as he saw your peaceful face. “We will be happy by then.” Whispering one last time before hurriedly pressing his lips on yours, giving you the warmth that you always wanted to taste.

You clapped your hands as you stood up from your seat, wearing the best smile that you could offer as you watched him leaning down to kiss her, to kiss the same woman that was fated to be loved by someone as wonderful as him.

Truthfully, you felt like a masochist for wanting to be here. There were a lot of good wedding organisers out there, but he decided to call you, using the same sentence that he chose you because he knew you would never disappoint — that you were the one who knew him best.

He looked so majestic with the white wedding suit wrapped perfectly to compliment his tall figure. You didn’t count how many times you wanted to break down seeing him in white like this, not when you already promised to yourself that you were going to do anything to make him the happiest man alive.

The smile that now radiated from his face, the tears that pricked at the corner of his eyes as he looked at the guest, it was enough sign that you did the right thing.

Even in this life, you knew that he was meant to be with her. When you received tons of miss calls from him a few months after the two of you had become close friends and told you everything about this perfect woman, you already surrendered your own happiness for his.

He sounded so excited that day, gushing at you about this one ravenette he met at the cafe. Someone with the most beautiful hair that he always saw, someone that you knew her name was even without him telling you first.

You listened to him, every single day, about how he wanted to be with her. He told you when he accidentally touched her hand; he felt a spark that felt so nostalgic, and he saw how he was kissing her in perhaps his past life. And when you received such information, when you connected the dots about the things that happened after you die, you immediately set that one goal in your life.

That, whatever happened, he had to get her. She always ended up being the one he loved the most, and there was nothing you could do to change that. Jean never gave any sign that he recognised you either, so you knew there was no point for you to ask him about the promise that he made.

In this life where there were no cruel monsters, you thought perhaps you would find love in the form of him. But it was not possible, not when she was his true love, and you had to accept the fact that you would always just become the woman who knew him best — nothing else but that.

And even though you had to endure the same pain that you felt in your previous life, watching the man that you gave your whole heart to be head over heels with someone else, you regretted nothing.

Because you were sure that you and your heart would make it through, just like you always did from the start.

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