#jean kirstein drabble

[missmeinyourbones]

jean kirstein x reader (NSFW 18+)

afab!reader, pet names (pretty girl, good girl, baby) oral (fem!receiving), penetrative sex, stomach bulge, size kink, creampie, not proofread lol, minors and ageless blogs will be blocked. 

Jean is a gentleman—in all definitions of the word.

He always puts your pleasure above his, constantly so delicate and courteous when it comes to your preferences. He’s in tune with your moans and whimpers. He knows which shallowed breaths mean more and which mean too much. He knows your ins and outs, like the back of his hand—always doing his best to make sure his girl feels good.

Maybe that’s how you found yourself sprawled across his bed, back flat against his mattress as he leaves terribly tempting kisses on every inch of your body.

His kisses flutter down your abdomen, and each one feels like a tiny little spark against your skin as he slowly inches further down towards your heat. 

“Jean,” you breathlessly pant, trying to express your gratitude to him through quickened sighs, “You don’t have to.”

While your words are shy and gracious, the sensitive reaction your body has to his hot breath hitting your clothed cunt is a clear indicator that you want nothing more than for him to completely devour you. 

He smiles to himself at your kindness, always thinking of him and putting him first. If his mouth wasn't already watering with desire and his head wasn’t enthusiastically dipping in between your legs, he’d kiss you. 

His head barely comes up, as he makes eye contact with you from between your thighs, silently demanding you to look at him. Hear his words and listen to what they mean. 

“I want to,” he assures you, placing a tiny peck to your clothed clit that has your back arching and hips bucking into his nose. 

He laughs at your eagerness, so cute and all for him.

He removes your damp panties and practically moans at the string of slick that collects and webs from where it’s attached to your cunt. He allows a slender finger to collect its sweetness and bring it up to his mouth, wanting to forever savor your alluring taste on his tongue.

Just as you’re about to whine and tell him to stop teasing, you feel his tongue flat against your core, licking a hefty swipe before his thumb finds your pounding clit.

“Pretty girl,” he practically moans into your pussy, sending vibrations into your bones as you try (but fail) to quiet the babbling cries coming from your throat. 

Jean sees you holding back and does his very best not to audibly tsk at your selflessness. He wants to hear you, all of you. He wants you loud and pretty and messy, all at his hand—or rather his mouth. 

He sucks on your clit a little harsher, allowing your cries to break through your swollen and bitten lips.

“My pretty girl,” he clarifies, and suddenly you're seconds away from reaching your high. 

“Jean, m’close,” you warn him through breathless cries as you feel your stomach burn with release. He smiles into your pussy, and the feeling of his teeth gently grazing your clit is enough to send you over the edge.

“Atta girl,” Jean praises as you cum on his tongue, lapping your essence like a starved man, “Feel good for me.”

When your mind somewhat clears and your body tries to recollect its strength, Jean kisses up your body with purpose. Sweet pecks dancing on your abdomen, chest, shoulder, neck, then jaw. When he reaches your lips and you let a soft please bury into his mouth, the fire in his stomach is reignited once more.

He slightly pulls himself off of you, supporting his body weight with his forearm on the headrest of the bed as he removes his boxers, freeing his pretty pink cock to the heavy atmosphere of the room.

His size shocks you every time, always staying the same but somehow still rendering you speechless and a bit worried that it won’t even fit. Jean sees your eyes gloss over with the odd combination of lust and worry, and his hands immediately finds your cheeks, locking you into a kiss full of tongue and passion. 

“Talk to me,” he commands, having sensed your slight anxiety. He knows what you’ll say, what you’ll always say, but he still finds himself asking. Needing to hear your voice and express your concerns, as they go straight to his heart and his ego every single time. 

A bit embarrassed as usual, you barely utter against his lips, “S’too big, Jean. Won’t fit.”

“But we always make it fit. You always take it so good, yeah?”

His words go right to your core and you feel yourself clenching around nothing. Jean sees the intoxicating effect that his praise has on your body—and like the addict he is, he wants another hit.

He brings the tip of his cock to lightly, barely slide between your folds. He smears the precum oozing from it all over your puckering hole as you writhe against the sheets.

“Like the good girl you are. For me, right?”

You moan crudely, and whether it’s from the sensation of his dick between your folds or the praise of his words, Jean doesn’t know.

He aligns himself with your entrance, watching your face morph with oohs and aahs as he teases, “How about the tip? Just the tip, baby, promise it’ll feel good.”

You nod out of pure muscle memory and he slightly thrusts into you, your body contorting at the stinging pleasure. He feels giant—bullying your tiny pussy with the stretch of his girth. You find it hard to collect yourself as your chest heaves and mouth goes dry.

“You-” the words fall as short as your breaths, trying to open your eyes through clenched teeth as you adjust to his size prodding at your hole, “You said jus’ the tip.”

Jean crawls closer to you, cradling your head in his hands as he coaxes your neck to look down to where the two of you connect. You open your eyes and see the tip of his thick and girthy cock between your folds, almost slipping out from how soaked you are. He smirks against your skin as he watches you come to the realization. It is just the tip. 

You moan lewdly at the sight of him slightly pulling out, his fat tip covered in strings of slick as he pushes it back into your heat. Your head rolls back at the stretch that somehow walks the tightrope of being far too much for you to handle, as well as not nearly enough to satisfy you. 

“Not enough for you?” Jean’s saccharine voice nearly groans as he pushes a few more inches in deviously slow.

“What about half? C’mon baby, just a few more inches,” he begs, hands and lips all over you as he works his way in and out of your sweet cunt, slowly inching deeper with each thrust as you acclimate to his size. 

“C-can’t, I can’t. S’too much, I-”

“Hey,” his calloused hand on your jaw pulls you out of your lust-clouded brain as much as it possibly can. He holds your face until you open your eyes and stare back at him, his pretty hazel eyes dripping with adoration as he watches your chest heave and your face contort with pleasure and pain. 

“Breathe with me,” he commands, almost like a reminder, as you inhale deeply through your nose and attempt to let your body relax into his grip. His cock now pulsing so deeply inside of you feels like a natural piece of you. The burning and stretching slowly subsides as Jean hears your tiny whimpers at his lack of movement—his signal to do something, anything, to make his baby feel good.

He slowly but surely begins to rock his hips into you, the veins of his cock dragging along the inside of your gummy walls so deliciously. 

“That’s it, baby,” he coos, hearing your moans increase in volume and need, “Such a good girl, always so good f’me.”

Again, Jean’s hand finds your neck and gently forces it to look at where his cock relentlessly abuses your tight hole. You crane you head down to see the mess he’s making of you and it’s embarrassingly obscene. 

His giant cock pulling and pushing in and out of you, disappearing into the warmth of your cunt with loud and lewd schlick sounds. You feel a mixture of your juices running down your thigh and into the back of your knee as Jean continues to fuck you senseless. You see the creamy ring of cum forming at the base of his cock and your cheeks flush red. 

“Look at you, fuck, look at you takin’ all of me,” he praises as his hand presses flat against your tummy, feeling himself thrust in and out of your smaller body. 

You throw your head back in overstimulation at the sudden pressure, but Jean pulls it right back with a heated kiss filled with spit and tongue. 

“You feel me, here?” he coos and presses harsher onto the soft spot of your stomach pouch and it’s all too much. You can’t think or see straight, you're not even sure if you’re still breathing. You're just taking what he gives you, letting him love you with his cock as he feverishly aims to turn your mind to mush while pleasing you. 

“D-deep,” is all you can whimper out as he relentlessly fucks himself into you.

He groans loudly at the feeling of your cunt clenching around him, squeezing him as the familiar coil in your stomach continues to burn brighter. You feel your second orgasm of the night threatening to spill over into your entire frame as his tip kisses your cervix over and over again. 

“Fuck m’cumming, Jean,” you squeal out, follow by a senseless string of babbles thanking him, his name leaving your lips like a hushed prayer. You repeat it until it doesn’t even sound like a real word anymore as he continues you pump himself into you, letting you ride out your high that’s shortly followed by his own. 

“I know, baby, I feel you,” he holds your body as it spasms in his grip, ropes of his cum painting your walls white as it spurts periodically into your weeping cunt, “I got you, show me how good you feel.” 

Your vision fades to black as your whole body tenses through your orgasm. After a few moments, your frame stills—suddenly exhausted and inebriated at the pleasure it just endured.

Jean lightly collapses on top of you, allowing himself to remain inside of you as he softens. He experimentally rolls his hips, which results in an immediate yelp from you and a plea of it being too sensitive. He laughs as he settles down next to you. 

“See,” his gleams with pride as his lips find your temple quickly.

“You take it every time,” he praises, giant hands rubbing your stomach as he catches his own breath, leaving tiny kisses all over your shoulder, down your arm to your hand.

He kisses each knuckle, each fingertip, before he finally finds your lips once more, “Have a little more faith in yourself, yeah?” 

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[otakugoddes]

☆The Little Things☆

☆Jean Kirstein☆

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A/N: This is Timeskip Jean btw

Jean leaned over the sink while he's shaving, the blade nicking him because he couldn't hold it properly, he wanted to get all the little beard that gathered up on his chin. You knock on the door and smile when he says come in, and boy does the sight of your man shirtless and hunched over trying to shave do things to you. Jean really aged well these past years, looking more rougishly handsome than before, and when those eyes flickered to you in the mirror--a small smile crossed his lips before he ran the blade up his neck.

"You cut yourself again!" You commented when he looked back down, not even realizing there was a little cut on his neck.

Jean sighed, "I'm not good at this!" He threw the blade into the sink, turning to face you and tilt his head up.

"Lemme help you, Jean!" You pull him away from the sink and sit on the edge of the basin, bringing him to stand between your legs.

Jean chuckled, your one hand firmly held his jaw--tilting it up slightly, while the other shaved the stubble and sideburns.

"What are you doing? Why aren't you shaving all off?" He noticed in the mirror that you didn't get the little goatee on his chin and gave you a 'stern look' when you smiled up at him. "It does not work!"

After cleaning his face off and having Jean face himself in the mirror you wrapped your arms around his neck and pressed a few kisses to his neck, "Trust me...the little goatee is working. It's working on me! You look hot You mumbled the last part.

Jean nodded, "Fine...if you think it's good, I'll keep it!" Though, you may have regretted telling him he looks good with us a little bit because he finds an excuse to use it against you.

Not that you mind.

~☆~☆~☆~☆~☆~☆~☆~☆~☆~☆~☆~☆~☆~☆~

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[honeybleed]

— ★ TRYNA THREEWAY WITH HIS ROOMIE // JEAN KIRSTEIN & CONNIE SPRINGER

content & warnings: fem!reader, reader is kinda ditzy bimbo x sunshine, modern au, reader, jean and connie are all in their mid twenties, jean and connie are roommates, reader is in an established relationship with jean but connie has a crush on her, porn no plot, smut mdni (breastplay, groping, oral. f & m receiving, piv protected sex — backshots from connie lawl, cum swallowing, degradation — connie n jean both kinda mean calling reader a whore n slut but not overboard, they both compete during it) look at them 😵‍💫

author’s note: fine, i’ll do it myself cos some of yall forgot jean and connie are best friends! also this is just kinda smutty so not my best work 🚶🏽‍♂️ also dis was inspired by a tiktok edit of connie n jean to paper soldier by brent faiyaz but i lost it 😔😔

word count: 2.4k

“Oi, oi, where are you going?” Jean asked, lips swollen and smeared in lipgloss as Connie got up from the couch.

“I’m tapping out for the night bro. I promise you I got better things to do than watch you eat your girl’s face off.” Connie replied in a wry tone.

Saturday nights were always movie nights for Jean and Connie. Well, it was originally Jean, Connie and Sasha but Sasha moved in with her boyfriend.

Ever since you and Jean began to date, they were always cut short since Jean just could not for the life of him keep his hands to himself if you were in the same vicinity as him.

Connie thought you were a good match for Jean.

Jean had a stick up his ass the majority of the time, but when you swooped in the perpetual scowl etched into his features gradually faded away.

And there was no denying you were sexy.

He had pangs of guilt when he bumped into you in the kitchen Sunday mornings, Jean fast asleep and you were at the coffee machine.

It was out of his control, the way his mouth went dry and his cock twitched at your ass and hard nipples peeking through one of Jean’s baggy shirts that draped to your knees, but managed to settle just above the curve of your backside.

It was just difficult not to stare. He settled on trying to be cold and distant but when you said as a passing comment to Jean you thought Connie didn’t like you, he nearly kicked his ass.

“You make my girl upset and I’ll break your jaw.” Jean hissed.

“Jeez, I got it!” Connie grumbled, rolling his eyes as his thumbs whirled over the joysticks of the controller. He knew Jean could do that but he never took him seriously.

“I’m being serious, Con. She was real torn up about it.” Jean said sternly.

Connie was getting sick of Jean. He let out a sigh as he paused the game to turn to face his best friend.

“Hypothetically speaking, why is it such a big deal if I didn’t like her? Huh?”

Jean groaned.

“She’s a little sensitive. But that’s just how I like her alright? How’d you feel if I was being a dick to your girl?” Jean responded, scowling.

Connie pursed his lips together. Jean did have a point.

Back to current events, he eyed you as you were perched on Jean’s thigh.

“You jealous, Connie?~” You teased in a sing-song as you ruffled Jean’s sandy brown tresses.

“He got a pretty girl and don’t know how to act no more.” He chuckled to himself. “Try n keep the noise down.”

“I’d let her fuck you, y’know.” Jean said with a smirk.

Connie’s jaw went slack, disbelieving what he had just heard right now.

“…Huh?”

“Well, yeah.” Jean shrugged. “My baby thinks you’re cute, and I’d let her do anything she wants. Right, honey?” Jean said airily, as he leaned in to bite your neck, causing you to jolt and giggle in his lap.

“Jean..!” You whined, sensitive to the graze of his sharp teeth.

“You’ve gotta be messing with me right now.” Connie said, struggling to keep composure as all his prior fantasies of you hit him like a truck.

“No, Con..”

Why do you say his name like that? Connie internally cried to himself. It wasn’t helping douse the flame of his attraction to you whatsoever.

“I think you’re a cutie pie. I wanna have some fun too, I think you’d both do a good job of spoiling me, huh?” You beamed, your hand on the nape of Jean’s neck as you raked your fingers through the ends of his mullet.

Jean dug the heel of his palm into your clothed core, eliciting a moan from you.

“See how sexy she sounds, Con?” Jean grinned wolfishly as he continued to apply pressure, making you squirm and involuntarily buck your hips into his hand, seeking more. “You wanna make her moan too?”

Connie was in a state of complete and utter disbelief. Regardless, his eyes glazed over as he nodded.

“That’s my guy.” Jean said triumphantly, within an instant, he threw you into the air and caught you bridal style, laughter overtaking your body as you draped your arms around Jean’s neck.

The dim light of the bedside table in Jean’s bedroom illuminated both of the men’s eyes.

You were just so damn gorgeous, they stood side by side as you looked at them coquettishly through your lashes.

You began to pull down the straps of your romper, sliding it off until it was around your waist.

Connie felt as if he died and gone to heaven when he gaped at your bare chest.

“Which one of you wanna start..?” You questioned, a smile tugging at the corner of your lips, thrilled at the idea of both of them about to treat you.

Jean patted Connie’s back.

“Go on. Make my princess moan, hm?” He chuckled, as he began to tug his navy blue shirt over his head and tossed it across the room, revealing his lithe and toned figure.

Connie’s tongue dragged over his lips as he fully took in your appearance.

It wasn’t as if Connie was some inexperienced virgin with no play. It was just an uncanny situation.

Jean and you were so eager to do this, he felt as if there had to be some sort of catch.

“Hi handsome…” You cooed as Connie got on his knees on the carpet of the bedroom, between your legs, you gently smoothed his head and rested your hand on the nape of his neck. “Strip for me?”

He nodded, instantly discarding his shirt and shrugging out of his shorts until he was in his boxers.

“Ah, so there is a bit of muscle here?” You smiled as your palm slid down Connie’s broad chest. You raked your nails across his skin, earning a soft grunt from him.

“Not as good as mine though, huh babe?” Jean chuckled.

“Shut. Up.” Connie said through gritted teeth, then turned his attention back to you.

Testing the waters, Connie settled his hands on the bare skin of your hips, it wasn’t some sort of wet dream. This was reality, so he gripped your flesh, as his brown eyes took you in.

You were gazing at him so fondly, his heart was racing and the tips of his ears went red.

“Just do what comes naturally, okay?” You reassured him as you stroked the back of his neck again.

“…Okay, Y/N.”

Connie fluttered his eyes shut as he began to gently peck upwards along your soft stomach.

You let out a content sigh.

“Con…” You breathed out, revelling in his soft touch. It spurred him on, and Connie felt accomplished that something small already made you so reactive.

Jean grinned as he leaned in, standing next to the bed to press his lips against your neck, his hand wandering down your body to cup your breast, rolling your nipples between his fingers.

“Keep goin’ Con, she’s liking it.” Jean chuckled as you mewled and scrunched your eyes shut.

Connie nodded and latched his mouth onto the other breast, flicking your nipple with the tip of his tongue as his hands still gripped your hips.

He felt more bold now, and he yanked the romper off completely.

“No panties?” Connie chuckled darkly, as he licked his lips at the sight of your pussy, slightly slimy from your arousal from both of their ministrations. “Who knew your girl was so dirty?”

“Why do you think I’m all over her?” Jean responded as he wrapped his large hand around your throat, his thumb and forefinger gripping your jaw. “You’re such a little slut, aren’t you honey?”

You nodded, mind dazed from the pleasure and dirty words.

“Mhm, yes…I’m a slut.” You mustered out.

Connie felt a bit more eased in, his apprehension and frigidness fading away.

He looked up at you with a grin, big brown eyes sparkling with excitement as he spread your legs apart, giving your inner thighs a gentle lick and kissing them.

“Please…” You whimpered.

Jean grinned against your neck.

“Please, what, baby? You want us to keep going?" He took one of your earlobes between his teeth and tugged gently. “Tell us what you want."

“Want you both…make me feel good.” You breathed out shakily.

“You heard her, Jean.” Connie grinned.

Connie was in his element. He loved going down on a girl. He was smiling from ear to ear as he was given a front view of your slick folds.

His breath fanned over your wet heat, and your eyebrows furrowed together in impatience.

“Stop teasin’!” You whined.

“Jean, is she always this impatient?” Connie snorted, amused by how desperate you were.

“It’s cute..” Jean shook his head laughing. “But yeah, my princess is pretty spoilt.”

Connie delved in between your legs, his tongue flicking over your clit eagerly, weaving expertly within the crevices of your wet flesh.

Your moans only spurred him on even more, he latched on and sucked harshly. Connie grinned deviously at the sound of your desperate pleas.

He teased you more before leaning down to lavishly kiss and lick between your thighs.

Jean still palming and kneading your breasts, sliding his large hands along your sides pinching your nipples as he worked to fulfil you.

Connie’s tongue played along your folds, circling your clit a few times, he was overjoyed with the way your body reacted to his every touch and tease.

“Don’t forget about me, baby.” Jean murmured as he tilted your head up to meet your lips hungrily, moving against you as he sucked your lower lip.

Pleasure circulated through your veins as the two men were consumed with satisfying you.

“Con…” You groaned as you felt your high approach you. “S’close.”

Connie grinned and quickened his movements, licking and sucking on your clit, sending waves of ecstasy throughout your body.

"Just let go, princess," He whispered against you, his tongue and lips still working away. "We've got you."

Your voice was hoarse as you sobbed, and your hips bucked violently. Body shuddering as a stream of clear liquid gushed into Connie’s mouth.

“That’s it, there we go…” Jean grinned triumphantly as he felt your body go limp in his arms.

He continued to lick and suck at your sensitive spots, drawing out every last drop of your orgasm.

“Let it all out for me." Connie murmured encouragingly.

“Alright, alright. Get to the back.” Jean chuckled. “How sweet does she taste?”

Connie stood up from his knees, savoring your essence.

“Nothing like it.” He chuckled as he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.

You and Jean shared a look, and you immediately despite being shaky from the intense orgasm, got on all fours on the mattress.

Jean crouched to cup the side of your face as he pecked your lips.

“Eyes on me, baby. Remember who you belong to.”

“I know, Jean…” You mumbled.

“Good girl..” He smiled as he kissed you once more. “You’re doin’ so well. Isn’t she, Con?”

Connie nodded, as he fumbled for a condom and rolled it over his length throbbing.

“The best.”

Connie trailed kisses down your back, stopping at the small of your back causing you to shiver.

Pulling down his boxers, his hardening cock springing free Jean stroked himself a few times.

“You ready for us, angel?” Jean whispered huskily.

“Yes, I want you both.”

“Course you do, you little whore.” Connie cackled as he smacked your ass, biting his lip at the recoil.

Your eyes met Jean’s as you fisted his girthy cock, your thumb rubbing and giving kitten licks to the sensitive skin earning a guttural groan right from his chest.

You almost paused as from behind, you felt Connie teasingly rub his latex-covered length along your slit.

“F-fuck! CONNIE!” You gasped out, pussy still sensitive from his mouth earlier.

“Shit, Con..” Jean chuckled, voice strained as he felt your breath on his slit. “You’re behind and she’s still calling your name.”

“Guess I’m her fave.” Connie smirked as he finally slid into your warm, wet walls.

“Y-you wish.” You mustered out, but you couldn’t deny Connie had surprised you.

You took Jean into your mouth and his fingers tangled in your hair.

“Shit, princess…” Jean heaved out as your tongue swirled around, making his cock slick with your saliva.

Connie began to move, his hips thrusting hard and fast, you were reduced to incoherent babbling.

“You like that, baby?" Connie growled hotly against your ear, wanting to one-up Jean. "You want more?"

“S’much more..!”

“You're so fucking sexy." He panted out between thrusts.

Jean moaned softly as you sucked him off, his fingers tangling violently in your hair.

Connie grunted as he continued to thrust into you, his hands leaving bruises on your hips.

"Fuck, angel," Jean growled through gritted teeth. "You're so damn good at this. That mouth of yours."

Jean’s fingers gripped with each bob of your head. His eyes were dark with desire and he watched you hungrily as Connie fucked you relentlessly.

“Let me finish in that mouth, honey.” Jean stuttered, feeling his high approach him.

"I'm gonna cum. Swallow it, baby. Take it all." Jean’s teeth sinking into his lower lip as he reached his climax, his warm seed spilling into your waiting mouth.

He panted and stroked your cheek gently as he came down from his orgasm, his softening length sliding out of your mouth with a wet pop.

Without hesitation, you swallowed his cum. Jean gave a greasy smile as his thumb slipped past your lips, prying your jaw open.

“All gone, huh?” Jean grinned, admiring your tongue. “Such a dirty girl.”

You screwed your eyes shut as Connie drove deeper inside of you, your walls pulsating around him.

Your fists bunched up the sheets as Connie groaned.

The both of your moans blending simultaneously reached the peak of their pleasure, Connie spilling into the latex.

He gasped as Jean pulled you towards him, the loss of warmth making you whimper as Jean pulled you close onto him.

Your arms draped over Jean’s shoulders as you felt overwhelmed in a good way.

Jean began to kiss your temple and rubbed small circles into your back.

“Feel good, princess…?” Jean smiled as he stroked your cheek. “Did you enjoy yourself?”

You nodded, then turned to Connie with a lazy grin.

“But he was my fave.” You giggled, Jean pinching your hip.

“Hey!”

author’s note: showed connie a bit more love in this since i barely write for his ass & we have enough horse cock in this blog. if u reached this far tysm for reading, reblogs & interactions r always appreciated

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[lolitakirstein]

Sleepy men

How the men of Aot sleep/cuddle and what they wear

Ft: Eren Levi Jean Reiner

Cw: nothing really, fluff? Hint of smuttiness. 

EREN: He’s a restless sleeper. Constantly tossing and turning. Mumbling. Slinging his arms over and around you when he rolls over to curl up next to you, mushing his face into the crook of your neck and kissing it. He generally just wears his boxers, nothing fancy. “I sleep hot,” he admits. And good god yes the guy is a FURNACE, you sometimes have to push away from him during the night because he gets so warm. “Get back here” he’ll whines, reaching blindly for your body across the bed. “You’re burning me up!” you say, putting space between you and his hot body. He’ll groan and then throw the covers off of you, exposing you to the cold room. He smirks as you yelp at the cool air and immediately curl back up into him.  The heat DOES pay off in the winter because you sneak your cold feet onto his back. “Goddamn, get those ice cubes off of me!” he mumbles sleepily into the pillow. “But your sooooo warm,” you giggle. 

Levi: He sleeps like a Victorian child struck down with the plague. On his back, hands across his chest like he’s in a casket. He doesn’t move once during the night. “I don’t want to mess up the bed that much,” he says. He wears luxury silk pajamas with his initials on them. It was difficult when you first started sleeping together, you didn’t know if he was a cuddler or not so you just laid on your side next to him for the first few stays over. However, you got brave enough and ask “Do you like to cuddle?” He takes a beat before answering, “Its been awhile since i’ve done such activities but i’m not opposed to it.” You take that as a go-ahead and wrap up against his side, his arm curls around your shoulder, gently stroking your bare arm. “Is this ok?” you ask. He sighs, “Actually this is perfect.” He loves having the weight of you on top of him, sometimes your legs thrown over his. Even when you turn away in your sleep, he will reach a hand to keep on you, just a reminder that you are there with him. 

JEAN: This man is a fucking BED HOG! No matter how big the bed is, they cant contain his tall frame and long legs. He sleeps in a band tshirt and basketball shorts. He will let you wear one of his tshirts to bed as well. He’s a blanket snob too, always stealing them from around you. “Jean I’m cold!,” you pout, trying to tug the covers from around him. He’ll laugh at your pathetic whining and pull you to where you are both on your sides facing each other. His long legs tangling with yours. “Better,” he’ll ask, kissing your nose. “Much” you mumble into his chest, inhaling his scent. When you have a nightmare and are fretting around in your sleep, he will wrap his lean arms around you, kissing your sweat-damp head trying to soothe you. “Hey i’m here, its ok.” he’ll murmur. He easily relaxes you back to sleep. 

REINER: He sleeps in flannel pants and shirtless AND he is a CUDDLER!!!! From the moment your ass hits the mattress he is dragging you close to his body. He loves spooning, the feel of your naked back against his bare chest and the smell of your clean hair is like a sedative to him. “God you smell so good,” he says into your neck. He’s always struggled falling asleep, but once you started spending the nights, he was finally able to get the best sleep he’s ever got. He loves it when you spoon him, draping your tiny body over his muscular back, sometimes tracing your fingers up and down his back and kissing the nape of his neck as you both drift off. When you sleep on your back he lays on his side to face you and wraps his arm over your torso, legs intertwined. He loves watching you sleep, and how peaceful you look. It makes him feel so incredibly lucky. You always wake up to him stealing kisses on your neck or chest or even between your legs. He is ALSO ravenous in the morning. 

#aot x reader #aot imagines #eren x reader #levi ackerman #jean kirstein #levi imagine #levi x reader #aot fanfiction #aot headcanons #eren headcanons #jean headcanons #reiner braun #eren jaeger x reader #reiner x reader #levi x fem!reader #jean x reader #jean imagine #reiner imagine #levi ackerman drabble #aot drabble #eren drabble #jean drabble #reiner drabble #eren fanfiction #levi fanfiction #jean fanfic

[rissouu]

okay but wait can we get some jean fluff cause i love fluff...the jean girlies are in a bit of a famine over here🥲🤲🏾

YESS I LOVE MY JEAN GIRLIES, I GOT YALL BACK!

“you must be high bro, gotta be-“ your boyfriend mumbled while looking at you with concern, you had over sized sweats on (which were his) along with a plain black tee shirt and the matching hat, (which were also his).

you were scrolling through youtube earlier and came across a new trend— ‘dressing and acting like my boyfriend to get his reaction.’ your first thought was that you had to do this to jean, so here you are.

“man what are you talking about? better go on somewhere,” you forced a deeper voice, trying to walk like jean but utterly failing in the process.

“look at yo’ dumb ass about to fall, take my shit off.”

“jean stop being a fucking hater!”

#malora’s works! #req’s 💋 #yes this is black/chubby reader but anyone can read #anon boo <33 #jean fluff #jean kirstein x black reader #jean kirstein fluff #aot fluff #aot x reader #drabble #aot x black reader #chubby reader #jean x chubby reader #aot smut #aot x chubby reader #plug!jean #jean kirstein one shot #jean kirstein x reader #jean kirstein smut

[4ttack-ur-heart]

Jean Hc’s: Mf Whipped

Pairing: Jean x gn! reader modern au!

Warnings: none

Summary: Just jean not wanting to admit he’s a big softie when it comes to you.

Genre: fluff.

He’d never admit it to anyone, but Jean is the biggest softie when it comes to loving you.

Jean will absolutely hold your hand in public, kiss you, open the door for you, but he will never let anyone find out how much he’ll do for you.

Fuck, you wanna do a face mask at midnight? He’ll clip his hair back and have you apply it on him. You want to slow dance with him after watching a romcom movie? He’s there with his phone blasting pretty music. You need to talk to him after a bad day? Jean will leave his friends to make sure you’re taken care of.

He’s a simp.

But he tries to hide it.

It’s so funny when you catch on.

One day, you both were sitting at the park, hidden away from public eyes. Flowers littered around you both and you absentmindedly starting to pluck a few.

Jeans head was laying in your lap, arms crossed behind his head. His view was gazing at the clouds slowly passing by along, eyes darting to your face every few minutes with a longing smile.

“What are you doing?” He asked now with his eyes closed. He could feel your fingertips brushing along his hair every few moments and an extra weight of something being placed on him.

“Nothing, don’t move.”

Jean chuckled at your words, obviously amused in what you were doing.

After placing the last flower in his hair, you quickly snapped a picture on your phone before he noticed something was up.

“Can I look now?”

“Ugh, fine but don’t sit up.” You told him and he grabbed his phone and switched on his camera. A small smile gracing his features when he saw various amounts of little white daisies and yellow dandelions placed in his hair.

“You look so pretty.” You gushed and leaned down to kiss him.

Jean blushed a little and you had to resist the urge to tease him. His usual ‘strong man’ barrier always broke when it was just you two alone.

Jean poked at daisies before plucking one out of his hair and gently brushing your hair back and placing it behind your ear.

“There, now we both look pretty.”

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A few days later, you were on the couch scrolling through your Instagram feed, liking your friends’ posts and commenting on a few.

Your notifications were piling in since you just posted a few pictures of some selfies you took, but the last one was something special.

“(Y/n)!” Jeans voice called through the apartment.

“Yeah?” You innocently looked up at him when he entered the room.

“Care to explain this, doll?”

Jean shoved his phone in your face and you had to blink a few times to clearly see.

A smirk grew on your face when you realized he found your special picture on the post you shared. Staring at the platform more, you realized Eren had reposted your post with the picture of Jean you had taken at the park.

The picture showed him laying down on your lap, his eyes closed and his lips were slightly parted. The little flowers in his hair were vibrant against his ashen brown locks and a small pink dust coated his cheeks from the sun. You also didn’t forget to capture the way his muscles were showing through his shirt as his arms were flexed behind his head.

You could see Eren had minimized your post on his story, the phrase ‘mf whipped fr 🤝’ in blocky letter captioned underneath the post.

A sudden laugh caught Jean off guard as he watched your reaction. You knew Eren supported your relationship to the max, but that doesn’t mean he still can’t tease Jean about it.

Looking at his face, Jean was trying to hide his amused face under a glare.

“Relax, my little flower.” You cooed in a baby voice and gently squeezed his face under your palms. “I was just showing the world how much I love you…unless you’d rather me take it down?” Your eyebrow rose as you pouted. You knew he’d never ask you to that.

He let out a soft sigh and locked his phone. “No, don’t take it down. But you owe me! I need to post another video of me working out.”

You playfully rolled your eyes as Jeans thoughts were rambling out loud.

“I’ll invite Eren to work out with me, yeah. Then when we post the video, it’ll be obvious I’m bigger than him. God damn, I’m a genius.”

Standing up, you gave him a soft peck on the cheek before walking to the bathroom.

“I’m gonna do a face mask right now, babe.”

“Wait for me!”

#attack on titan #aot x reader #aot fluff #aot imagines #aot drabbles #aot headcanons #jean kirschtein x you #jean kirschstein #jean x you #jean kirstein x reader #jean kirschtein imagine #jean kirschtein headcanons #jean kirschtein fluff #jean kirschtein fanfiction #jean x y/n #jean kirstein #jean x reader #jean kirschtein x reader #jean kirschtein scenarios #aot x gn!reader #aot x gender neutral reader

[jjkeremika]

being friends with the AoT men was… confusing.

(i.e., how i think they’d interact if they had a crush on you and didn’t know how to deal with it)

pairing: Eren, Jean, Reiner, Levi, Porco; all x reader

Eren

Eren would always pick on you, telling you to shut up with a big smile on his face and constantly looking for excuses to touch you, pushing and shoving you to the side whenever you were next to each other.

He would throw pencils and sticks and other small objects at you, anything to get your attention. He’d smirk at your responses, loving the way your eyebrows furrowed together and the way your lips pressed into a pout.

As long as your eyes were on him, he was happy.

Reiner

Reiner’s confident, maybe bordering a little on arrogant, that you’re into him—hell, he thinks everybody’s into him.

He’d stand very close to you, slowly inching closer until your arms were touching, until he could smell your delightful perfume. You’d smile as he’d tell you you smell nice, blush as he’d yawn and slyly (obviously) lay his arm around you as you walked side by side. He’d smirk proudly and preen at the men who looked at him in jealousy.

Jean

Jean would be more traditional in his approach, complimenting your appearance and dress whenever possible. His compliments were always so thoughtful and considerate, the words warming your insides on the cool days.

But he was shy, always speaking so quietly you barely heard him or never actually asking for a night of your time. Instead he’d stare at you heavenly as you passed by, telling himself he’d do it tomorrow.

Levi

Levi is difficult to read, and interacting with him was usually a one-sided dominant conversation, with him silent and watchful, always intense. Sometimes you watched his jaw click, wondering if maybe you were irritating him.

But he locked his jaw and shook his leg vigorously because you were so. fine. and it was taking every ounce of self-control he had to resist pushing you to the ground and bending you over. All his energy had to go into his bouncing leg (which he wished you were on) or gnawing at his lip (which he wished was yours).

Porco

Porco was a different kind of confident. Confident in groups, shy around you. You had caught him staring at you a couple times, to which he’d always frantically looked away or acted like he didn’t know what you were talking about, like he’d zoned out randomly and never zoned back in.

But occassionally when you ran up behind him, shouting his name and preparing to jump onto his shoulders from behind, he turned around and spread out his arms, catching you. He thanked whatever confident spirit possessed him to do it when your faces were mere centimeters apart, a deep red blush shared between you.

#eren jaeger #porco galliard #reiner braun #jean kirstein #levi ackerman #eren jaeger x reader #porco x reader #reiner x reader #jean x reader #levi x reader #eren x you #porco x you #reiner x you #jean x you #levi x you #attack on titan #shingeki no kyojin #idk just a drabble #jjkeremika #i have to tag myself bc i wrote it lmao

[chrollohearttags]

rockstar!jean loves having you as his assistant. Not just because you’re so efficient and hard working but you’re an absolute sight for sore eyes. The prettiest thing he’s ever seen with a shy and bashful personality…it’s so cute how nervous you get around him, despite the fact you’ve been working for Mr. Kirschtein for three years. It really doesn’t help matters any when he tries to hold a conversation with you and all you can do is keep staring at the ground, stuttering over yourself..it only makes him want to tease you more! “You’re a big girl, aren’t you? Use your words, beautiful. Can’t know what you want if you don’t tell me.” Just making the most normal of conversations sound so sensual and sexy. You’ll be sitting in on some of his practice sessions, watching him grip the neck of that guitar and strum his tattooed fingers along the strings..having thoughts no employee should about their boss. “You like the new song or you just wanna watch me play? Maybe I could teach you sometime.” You could always get lost in thought about him or gazing at that handsome face. Catching him as he comes fresh from a workout; towel draped over his broad shoulders, sweat slicking his tanned skin and his body sculpted from the intense exercises.

a stark comparison to your curvaceous figure; pudgy tummy protruding from your skirt and big, supple breasts perched in a top that’s stretching out far too tight. He can’t help but notice your thighs ripping those stockings underneath them and he’s trying his hardest to remain respectful but he’s definitely getting some ideas of his own. Perspiring and not just from the fifty push-ups. “H-hi, Mr. Kirschtein. I just needed you to sign this for me, please.” Those doe, brown eyes hiding behind round, wire framed glasses and those plump, pouty lips stained with gloss as you mumbled to him. Big, bouffant kinky curls accenting those adorable features including those chubby cheeks he loves. He’s trying not to stare too hard but damnit, you just turn him on so much. Swallowing a hard gulp, he tries to play it cool and grasps the clipboard with said paperwork. “C’mon, (y/n). We’re not strangers..you can call me Jean, y’know? We’ve been working together for three years. I thought we were friends.” “I knowww, but I just don’t feel right, sir.” And honey, does he exploit that little habit of yours. Thinking it’s so cute how you address him. So it comes as no surprise when it’s later in the evening and you’re getting ready to leave for the night that you just so happen to catch the infamous J. Kirschtein leaving a hot, warm, steamy shower..draped in nothing more than a towel that he’s in the midst of unwrapping when you come to ask him one more question. It falls to the floor from the shock and you catch a glimpse..no! An eyeful of what he’s got to offer. “I—I am so sorry, Mr. Kirschtein!” And it’s then that Jean tells you come closer and lock the door because he can answer what you need to know and then some..you’re staring holes through him, admiring every chiseled muscle, every inch of that Adonis like figure and especially…..that!..and you’re practically salivating until he snaps you out of thought with a hand underneath that chin.

“Nothing to apologize for, gorgeous..I mean. I won’t tell if you won’t..”

if you could be completely and totally honest, you had dreamed of a moment like this; where fate would intervene and give you two the opportunity to be alone in such an intimate setting. He can see you squeezing your legs together..more than likely feigning off the twitching and thumping sensations between your thighs. That short little frame underneath him as he places an arm on the wall. If you revealed your salacious, nasty thoughts of what you wanted the famed rocker to do to you, including being hoisted up midair in his arms as he fucks up into you or wetting up his beard as you ride on his tongue, you’d probably be fired….if it were anyone else, of course! But something told you that you didn’t have much to worry about with Jean. In fact, he had a bit of a confession himself.

“You promise?”

“Of course, pretty girl. I mean, if I’m being honest..I’ve wanted you for the longest. If you couldn’t tell..”

and boy, could you tell. Especially when he so delicately nips at the tiny buttons on your shirt that are already about to burst. One more and those juicy, round titties will come spilling out. You’re so stacked and curvy just from the front..heavens knows what he’ll do when you turn around. He inches closer, grazing your inner thigh with that thick cock as you part your legs a bit more and massage his face. He can’t take it when you stare at him all cute like that. “Is it okay if I kiss you?…” gently questioning; hovering only an inch away from your lips and he gets his answer when you cup his cheeks and shove your tongue into his mouth! You’re sloppily kissing him..rutting that little clothed slit against his tip. He can tell just how desperate you are, whimpering and whining as you continue to make out. Your body’s been craving this for so long, you’re so needy and desperate for the touch of someone who can handle you. That much apparent by the stark size difference of you two. Finally bridging the space between your bodies, Jean would slightly lift you up along with the hem of that skirt. It didn’t take long for him to disrobe you down to those very thin fishnets and platform heels that made your legs look amazing.. ripping open the front of that top and eventually tossing you to the bed.

“Mr. Kirschtein, are you sure this is okay?” He couldn’t help but to laugh as he so casually pinned your legs back and snaked that pierced tongue out to run along your thighs. Never in his life did he answer to anyone and he damn sure wasn’t about to now. Besides, he was certain your doubts would fade once he spread that pretty pussy and allows that metal ball glide over your clit. Before you know it, he’s sucking gently on those folds and taking in that delicate, sweet flavor. Those same digits you’d watch and obsess over as they played some of your favorite tunes, played around with your sensitive little cunt. Watching it leak and cream all over his black fingernails and silver bands. “You tell me, pretty girl. Do you really want me to stop?” Peaking up at you over that pudgy little tummy as he rested his forehead against it. “N-no sir!” Which brings forth another toothy smile on that sexy face. He loves how submissive yet needy you are for him! Whimpering and covering your eyes but continuing to rut into his mouth..riding his tongue and creaming all the same..those big, juicy tits bouncing around and those swollen nipples erect from the pleasure and cool air. “Ahhh!—fuck..” “Look at you..cant believe I actually made you cuss. Feel that good, huh?” The same ones he’d stuff in his mouth when he finally moved up to kiss you once more and stuff you full of that stiff cock. Right after tapping it against you just to test the reaction you’d have to him. You were so wet..drenching him in slick before he even slid in. “Can I put it in? C’mon, let me hear you say it, baby..can I fuck you?” The two of you would meet and become one upon your explicit consent; lips melting once more as your arms coiled his neck and legs around his waist. Your answer was as clear as any. Not only did you want him to fuck you but not pull out anytime soon. You wanted to feel every inch…for all the nights you had lied in bed, daydreaming and touching yourself with thoughts of your boss plaguing your mind. “S-shit! You’re so tight, pretty girl. Never knew you’d feel this good.” A couple strokes in and he had you clawing into his back. And you? He’d never felt such warmth before. It were as if he were in heaven. Your flesh clashed, smacking against one another in a passionate haze. “Right there, sir! Don’t stop, please…”

that sweet voice crying out to him and he couldn’t dare quit when you begged him like this! “Don’t worry, baby. I’ll give you whatever you want…you can have this dick all night.” Listening to him moan and grunt in your ear as he fed you those deep strokes. In a way, you felt it couldn’t be real because there was no way you were his type but in his mind? You were all but created for him. And he’d prove it by making love to you all night…going rounds and taking you beyond your limits; from putting you in a full mating press, a full nelson to truly test that strength of his and even leaning you over the side of his bed; arms stretched back and balanced on nothing more than those heels as he gave you backshots. Drumming orgasm after orgasm out of each other until you both collapsed in one another’s arms.

He’d look over to see you trembling, breathless and in tears..not out of pain but from the overwhelming amount of pleasure. He was so happy to have shared this experience with you and never wanted this night to end. “Hey, you alright?” “Never been better..thank you sir.”

and he hoped that you’d always be by his side. For work or otherwise..

#cherry’s drabbles 🍒🌷 #this is all over the place #but y’all get the point #aot x black reader #jean x black reader #rockstar!jean #musician au #for the sake of this particular imagine #he’s not married btw #jean kirschtein headcanons #jean kirschstein smut #jean kirstein #jean kirschstein #jean kirschtein x reader #jean kirschtein smut #aot x chubby reader #chubby black reader #plus size reader #aot jean #jean kirchstein #black fem reader #cw smut #cw power play #aot smut #aot drabbles #jean kirschtein x you #black reader smut #jean smut #jean kirschtein imagine #jean aot

[hash1ras]

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𝐚𝐨𝐭 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐞𝐱𝐭 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐬

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part 2 here

⨯ . ⁺ ✦ ⊹ ꙳ please do not repost my work without permission/credit, tysm!

#attack on titan #aot headcanons #eren headcanons #aot imagines #aot texts #aot memes #animememes #hange zoe #eren yaeger aot #attack on titan headcanons #snk drabble #aot drabbles #aot fandom #eren yeager #jean kirstein #reiner braun #text post #aot #snk levi #attack on titan x reader #animanga

[capricornlevi]

(wc 759)

"you're gonna make me look good?"

jean's question is delivered with that annoying crooked smile, his jersey hugging tight across his chest as he stands with his hands clasped behind his back. he arches an eyebrow expectantly as you fiddle with the camera, trying to fix the settings that seem to have adjusted themselves without your knowledge.

as captain of the soccer team, he's the last player whose picture you need to capture for the college yearbook, and also as the captain, he brings with him an exceptionally smug but annoyingly charming aura that threatens to penetrate your stony resolve.

no, you force yourself to keep a straight face, it's bad enough that you got roped into this gig for free as a favour to your professor, you don't need to start stretching out these interactions any longer.

at that, you set the camera back on the tripod and lean closer, making sure the framing is right.

"okay, smile?" you say, halfway between an instruction and a question.

"i am smiling," he retorts instantly.

"smile ... i don't know, properly."

he winces with mock offence, screwing up whatever hope you had of getting the picture in one shot and finishing up for the day.

"properly?" he queries incredulously.

you sigh, closing your eyes so you don't roll them.

"professionally, then. formally. whatever what you want to do it."

"not open to me doing a silly one?"

"i'll give you one guess on that."

in the viewfinder you see jean's face twist back into that now-familiar smile, eyes crinkling at the corners, the light brown of his hair contrasting again the royal blue of the drape behind him.

(the hall of the gym isn't the best place to set up an impromptu photo studio, but you found an old team flag bundled up in a supply cupboard that made for a decent background)

"okay, okay, i'll be professional. showing my leadership qualities, and so on."

"great," you say flatly, focusing the camera.

"really demonstrating my abilities to represent the school."

"sounds good."

"recording this moment for future generations to come, a piece of living history--"

"do you ever stop talking?"

your interruption was intended to throw him off his tangent, hopefully to buy enough time for you to actually get the picture, but all it does is make him throw his head back with a laugh.

"i can if you want me to."

"if you wouldn't mind," you mumble, feeling a slight pang of guilt at how hard you came in when he's clearly just trying to lighten the mood.

still, you've been here since seven this morning -- soccer practice is early early, you've discovered -- and all you want in the world is to make your way home to collapse back into bed.

"ok, i'll shut up for a minute. if you can answer something for me first."

you take a steadying breath, temper starting to simmer. "what is it?"

"can you actually tell me if i look good?"

against all odds, he shocks you out of your sullen silence.

you pull away from focusing at the camera display to stare wordlessly at jean, the seriousness of the question still pinging around in your head.

he's flirting, obviously, but the question was delivered with sincerity.

"meaning?" you ask. no harm in clarifying, plus you're not entirely sure if he's looking for an ego boost or just asking whether his jersey is too wrinkled or his hair out of place.

"do i look good?"

you swallow thickly, avoiding the temptation to give him a once over. "you look fine."

"fine won't make the history books," he objects; again, with a hint of earnestness that you could find amusing in another setting.

"whatever. you look good, then."

"hair okay?"

"it's a mullet, so --"

he clutches his chest as if wounded, fully grinning now. "no cheap shots at the mullet while I'm in such a vulnerable position, im begging you."

again, your curiosity forces you to engage.

"vulnerable how?"

still smiling, eyes fixed on you, he answers.

"well, talking to a pretty girl, for one thing. secondly, pretty sure she's sworn off soccer players for good after this morning, so ... uphill battle, and all that. plus ive had a crush on her since she was selected as photographer for the championship final last year, so even more's at stake, y'know."

you pause. no words leave you, nothing even resembling a response. you're sure your mouth has actually dropped open.

brow arched again, jean tilts his head forward expectantly.

"aren't you gonna take the picture?"

#jean x reader #jean kirstein x reader #jean x you #may tries to write #nanowrimo23 #nanowrimo drabble 1 of many i hope teehee #i love u jean kirstein #i love u cocky college athlete jean kirstein hc

[missmeinyourbones]

𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐒𝐔𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄 | (jean kirstein x reader) wc: 0.7k+

“calmly reassuring the other it’s okay when they drop a glass, gently checking their hands for any injury” from this list of prompts

“Fuck—”

Your voice echoes throughout the apartment, abrupt and alarmed. It makes Jean’s heart skip a beat before it’s immediately followed by the sound of glass shattering. 

Trying not to panic and overreact while simultaneously listening intently for your next move, Jean warily calls out to you. 

“You alright?” his voice slightly shakes as he awaits your response. 

“Shit. Shitshitshit,” he hears you curse from the kitchen, your panicked tone indirectly answering his question. 

He bolts out of bed in a hurry to locate your cursed sighs. When hearing your shaky exhales from the kitchen, he rushes to meet you where you stand by the sink, hands slightly shaking as they remain held outwards but unoccupied. Your palms are facing yourself as your eyes vividly scan the floor around you. Jean takes a quick glance at where you gawk—tiny little shards and scraps of broken glass littering the hardwood by your feet. 

He’s quick but cautious as his sock-clad feet step around the mess and gently pull you away from the wreckage, “Hey, what happened?” His voice is soft and concerned, eyes rapidly searching your frame for any sign of injury or hurt. 

With a tender hand to your jaw, a silent plea for you to look his way, Jean turns your head and tries to catch your eye. But your pupils continue to frantically shake and search everywhere but his own. 

“I—I don’t know,” you stammer out, “It just slipped out of my hand and—I’m sorry, I don’t know how I did it,” you desperately try to explain the mess you’ve made. The jagged pieces of glass surrounding the two of you look a bit like glitter through your watery eyes and shaking head.

Though he’s unsure as to why you’re so frazzled, Jean’s confusion doesn't prevent him from doing his best to calm your nerves. 

“It’s fine,” he tenderly insists, trying to gently grip your shoulder and pull you into his embrace, “It’s just a glass.” A glass he could care less about, in fact. He’s far more concerned with your worried state, rather than some stupid kitchenware. 

Unconvinced with his forgiving reaction, you find yourself breaking more than the glass wreckage across the floor. 

“No, because now it’s all over the place,” you slightly snap, pulling yourself away from him as you avoid his gaze, hectically searching for something to collect the sharp fragments with. Apologizes continue to spill from your mouth like water rushing from an open dam. 

“I’m sorry, fuck, I’ll clean it, okay? I’m sorry, just gimme a second—”

“Baby, I don’t care about the glass,” Jean cuts you off with a stern sincerity. 

A little taken back with his tone, you’re pulled from your worry-clouded mind with a newfound confusion. “What?” you quietly shrink in his hold. 

Jean’s fingers brush the blades of your shoulders in a grounding manner as he presses, “I’m not worried about the glass,” he repeats, “I’m worried about you.”

It takes your brain a moment to read the situation, to catch up and register that he’s not mad at you. He’s not worried about the glass. His words echo in your brain like a scratched record on loop. He’s worried about you. 

His cautious voice wavers as he pulls you from your thoughts, motioning to your trembling fingers. “Lemme see your hands,” he carefully pleads. 

Without your eyes straying from his worried expression, you slowly reveal your palms to Jean. He holds them in his own, carefully and meticulously inspecting your skin for any cuts, grazes, or blood. 

“It didn’t get you anywhere?” he confirms, more so clarifying for himself, as he turns your hands and does one final glance over them. 

You shake your head.

“Okay, then that’s all I care about,” he promises you, placing a kiss to each of your tender knuckles. 

Still a bit shaken up from the accident paired with Jean’s unexpected reaction, you stammer a bit as you try to grasp the situation’s turn.

“But I—” you stumble on your words, “I broke it,” you clarify, as if the remnants of glass scattered across your floor weren't enough proof of your mistake. 

Jean shrugs, a soft smile creeping on his face as he silently chuckles beneath his breath. “Yeah, but it’s not like you did it on purpose,” he reminds you. 

You bite back your sarcastic reply of no shit when you see his grin, full of love and adoration, void of hostility or anger, all because you broke a simple glass. 

“And it can be replaced,” he concludes with a kiss to your temple, “You can’t be, right?”

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[dencore]

jean kirstein who is desperate when fucking you.

god knows how many times he has cum thinking about you. touch depraved, needy, starved, desperate to cum in something that wasn't his tight fist.

so when he finnaly gets to feel your pliant body beneath him, he feels … good? no, not good ━ he's on cloud nine. babbling about how good you feel as he continues to hit that sweet, gummy spot that has said male leaking into you.

your hands are all over him; hair, shoulders, clawing at his back ━ creating lines of red along the length of it as he thrusts deeper, steady grunts turning into louder moans.

jean ia too far gone to stop, a rambling mess on top of you. “f-fuck, baby—‘m so close, please—please let me cum in you. need it s’bad. y’feel so good—oh my g-god…”

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[honeybleed]

— ★ BABY FEVER // JEAN KIRSTEIN

author’s note: REUPLOAD!!!

word count: 1k

Weekends were usually uneventful for you and Jean, especially after being together for a few months now.

The honeymoon phase had slightly died down.

Not to say that things had fizzled out between you or anything. He still was the same sweet guy who was head over heels for you when you first met, but things were a lot calmer now.

There wasn't this need to put up a front any longer, and that was for both of you.

"Oi." His voice dragged you out of your daze as he stood in front of the shopping cart, leaning against it.

You shook your head and faced him.

"...Yeah?" You replied. His eyebrows were a little furrowed.

He was in a bit of a bad mood since he got tired quickly whenever you would drag him to your mother's home, full of all your nieces and nephews and siblings.

You snickered a little when you could see two girls huddled by the shelf giggling to themselves as they were checking him out.

You knew that tight black shirt of his that outlined his physique was nothing but trouble. It didn't help that it was rising a little and his lower half was exposed.

"Put back one of the cereals." He said, bluntly.

"Why should I?" You retorted.

Another part of the settling-in phase was when you and Jean stopped putting on the mask.

And one of Jean's irritating habits was his frugality. He liked expensive things — yes, because they had quality but he hated wasting money on things that were cheap crap with no nutritional value as he put it.

He snatched the box.

"Let's see...hm...well on this one the amount of additives is shocking." He snorted as he squinted at the label of the box.

"I'm not putting it back." You snapped, then returned your focus to the couple with a baby in their arms.

Jean snorted. You were as stubborn as him but he liked that about you. He watched you gaze at the baby in particular with a glimmer in your eyes and a warm smile.

He was a sharp man. He put two and two together, these past few weeks he couldn't ignore how your eyes lit up whenever you saw parents with their children, whether it was babies or toddlers whenever the two of you went out.

He knew you came from a large family too.

As much as it did tire him out to spend the day at your mother's house with all those troublesome and loud nieces and nephews of yours, it was all worth it when he saw you bounce a baby on your knee or when you rushed to kiss and hug one of them who scraped their knee after you cleaned and bandaged their injury.

He was just really waiting on you to say something.

Of course, he always wanted to be a father. And the man was crazy about you, there was nobody else he would want to be the mother of his child.

But it was your call.

The store was within walking distance to the apartment the both of you shared, and truth be told you did enjoy going grocery shopping with Jean.

You adored him and you always felt at peace and safe in his presence.

"You were staring at those baby clothes for quite some time." He said, wryly as you walked down the street which was slightly hushed since it was evening.

You blinked.

"Really?" You said, with an uneasy laugh.

"Yeah." He chortled. "Something on your mind..?" He still had his smart-ass face which annoyed you to no end sometimes but you could hear a hint of concern.

You gazed out at the trees in the park, the breeze rustling the leaves a little.

"...Jean, I want a baby." You finally said after a beat of silence.

"...You do?" He asked, eyes widening a little taken aback. You said it so clearly that it caught him off guard.

You turned to face him, you felt a little ridiculous professing such a heavy statement while holding groceries.

"Yeah..."

"Jeez." He finally replied. "All those times you would threaten to kill me if I knocked you up." He said as he shook his head.

"Jean!" You hissed as you elbowed his side sharply.

"Okay, okay!" He quickly said. "I mean I had a gut feeling."

You spent the rest of the evening together not discussing the conversation you had on the way home. It was pretty heavy and all.

That is until you both finished your nighttime routines.

He was already lying in bed, in his own world staring at the ceiling, arms behind his head. He propped himself up on his elbows as he saw you approach the bed with a wide grin.

You immediately surged towards him, sliding your arms around his waist and nestling into the covers. He laughed a little at how eager you were, a smile on your face too as you rested your head against his bare chest.

He peppered a few kisses across your forehead and pulled you impossibly close to him.

As you absentmindedly traced figure eights on his forearms, he settled his large hand on your waist.

You love how Jean looks at you. The glimmer in his eyes makes you feel like you're the only girl in the world.

"You sure about what you said earlier?" He asked.

It was obvious what he was referring to.

"I can't help this feeling. I know it's heavy but I'm sure I'm capable, we're more than capable." You responded, voice firm.

"Whatever you want, I'm with you." He said. "We're in it together."

You craned your head to look at him, eyes flitting to meet his. You could see reassurance in his eyes which left you in awe a little.

Leaning in to press a gentle, chaste kiss on his lips as a thank you.

His large and calloused hand cupped the side of your face not letting you pull away which made your stomach jolt a little.

You called out his name, dissolving into hysterics then nudging your forehead against his. He settled a hand on the nape of your neck.

"So I guess we better get started now, hm?" He murmured with a mischievous glint in his eye.

You thumped his chest with a fist.

"Jean!"

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[piichuu]

♡ BACK HUGS - JEAN KIRSCHTEIN

NOTES: fluff, gn!reader

WORD COUNT: 359

AUGUST DRABBLES

the supermarket is packed with people on this rainy saturday. many are free from work and school, causing them to take their time and go grocery shopping, just like you and jean who weren’t expecting this many people in the same supermarket that is so often quiet and empty.

you two are currently standing in a long line after have picked up a few things you need for future lunches and dinners, together with some snacks and drinks.

even though there are plenty of cashiers out, the lines are still longer than usual and it takes plenty of time to move even a few steps as many have bought weekly groceries. “i don’t think i’ve ever seen this many people here before,” you mumble while leaning against jean who’s holding the basket with all the groceries you’ve gotten.

he nods in agreement and watches as the cashiers are doing their best to scan the items their customers are handing them. “it’s probably because it’s raining, they have nothing else to do,” he says, leaning in to press a soft kiss to your cheek before he wraps his arms around your waist, resting his head on your shoulder as he’s standing behind you.

“do you want me to hold the basket?” you ask but he shakes his head, only pulling you closer to him. “no, it’s okay. it should only take five more minutes or so until it’s our turn,” he mumbles with a smile playing at his lips.

you put your hands on his arms and relax in his warm embrace. he keeps holding you like this, even as you have to take a few steps forward as yet another person has payed for their newly bought groceries. “are you doing okay? you aren’t too overwhelmed with the amount of people?” jean asks as his lips brushes against your cheek.

“i’m fine, we’ll be out of here soon anyway,” you turn your head a little so you’re face to face with him, reflecting the small smile he’s wearing. “that’s good, it shouldn’t take too long for our turn now, darling,” he whispers before leaning in to kiss your lips.

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[marcobodtlives]

I feel like a lot of the one sided/pining/unrequited love jeanmarco fics are very ‘Jean is oblivious (and likes Mikasa instead)’ with a spoonful of ‘Marco holds most of the unrequited love for his bestie (who he is mostly sure is definitely straight and could never like him back).’

But I wanna see more Jean being hopelessly in love with the tall, freckled boy from Jinae that everyone loves.

I want stubborn, seen-as-somewhat-of-an-asshole Jean pining for the cute boy who everyone knows and trusts.

I need to see Jean facing earth-shattering, life-ending adoration for the kid that everyone says is going to be a great leader someday.

Give me Jean seeing Marco in the line up on day one of training and falling absolutely head-over-heels for him.

Show me Jean teasing Marco because he really likes him and it’s the only way he can think to get close to him.

Let me see Jean blushing and fumbling over his words each time he gets a private moment with Marco.

Where is my Marco is kind and loving to everyone, so he misses how much Jean is trying to work up the courage to do something.

Gimme Marco missing all of Jean’s hints and stupid pick-up-lines because they fly over his head.

I want a Marco who is so study-focused and convinced that Jean is a strait-laced, Trost-raised, hot-shot that teases him because Marco’s a classic teacher’s pet and not because he’s in love.

Present to me a Marco who confuses Jean’s moves as something he does to and for everyone, thus entirely missing the obvious conclusion that this is Jean hitting on him.

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[lolitakirstein]

a/n: ooof this turned into a damn text thread i'm sorry.and mostly eren POV, shitty editing this is going to have to be in multiple parts. I'll get part 2 up ASAP. :)

Eren reached for his phone, brows furrowing. It was odd for him to ever hear an alert from it, let alone a text notification. He had made it that way. Cutting off communication to most, keeping conversations to a bare minimum with those who were close...well...more at arm's length...maybe further than that.

If I keep people out, they can't hurt me. they won't know I'm such a fucked up person.

He flipped his phone over, reading the text.

You: hey eren :)

His heartbeat kicked up seeing your name on his phone. You seemed to be the only person who would reach out without being talked to first. Of all the people in his "friends" group, it was you who seemed the less likely to judge...if he ever got that vulnerable with you. Which he doubted he would, you deserved better than someone as fucked up at him. But when you looked at him, he sometimes felt that you saw past his flaws.

His fingers hovered over the screen unsure what to write, finally settling for a simple "Hey."

You: How are you? I haven't seen you in a while.

It was true, you hadn't seen each other in weeks. The last time being a get together for the end of summer.

Eren: I'm fine..just minding my own business as usual."

You: well you can mind your business and still not be a stranger :)

the lighterheardness of your message made him actually smile. The thought that you are wanting him to be closer though...that makes him nervous. He doesn't want you to look at him differently if he got any closer.

Eren: I wouldn't mind that

You: Well lets plan a hang out or something :)

Eren paced his living room. Were you being flirty? or just friendly? or maybe even pitying him? How was he supposed to go about this...play along? he wanted to. Fuck he wanted to get closer to you. But that voice in his head told him it would end in disaster.

"Fuck it," he said aloud to the room

Eren: Maybe we could go for ice cream, yeah?

You: that sounds fun!

Eren waited to respond, not wanting to seem to eager, but he had come this far he might as well go for it...

Eren: would you like to later today?

the minute he sent it, he regretted it. Too soon, too desperate, too overbearing.

You: I can't today. Me jean and connie are going downtown to the bar. I've already backed out twice ugh

His heart dropped at that fucking name

JEAN

He knew you and jean were friends, closer than you and him were, but it still boiled his blood that you were going out with him...even just as friends. He knew how jean got when he was drunk. Hell he knew how jean acted sober especially around you. Hanging around, shameless flirting, playfully tugging your hair as he'd pass behind you.

Eren:Why the fuck are you going with horseface. Hes a creep, he just wants to use you I hate how he touches you Alright, have fun.

He breathed deeply. Calming himself before he could get any angrier at the situation. Yes, he knew it was wrong to get mad at you for going out. But why did it have to be with Jean. He hoped Connie would keep an eye on you and him at least.

*4 hours later*

Eren was lying on his couch, the tv going, but honestly his thoughts were constantly on you being out there at some cheap bar with Jean. No doubt his fucking horse hooves all over you. What were you doing? what was he doing? what were you wearing?

Is she thinking of me?

His resolve to not text you the rest of the night crumbled at last. Reaching for his phone he thumbed to your name and typed

Eren: Hope you are having a fun night.

After what seemed like an eternity but was really only 10 minutes, he saw you begin to reply. His heart kicked up.

you: Heyyyy. I'm a bit buzzed but im havn fun. connie and jean are doing karaoke save me lol

He smirked at your jumbled reply and the thought of jackass jean doing karaoke thinking he's hot shit.

Eren: i'm sure that's a sight. What those dipshits singing...or attempting to sing

you: connies in his missy elliot era rn. Jean just serenaded me with some taylor swift.

Eren clenched his jaw. He knew you were a secret swiftie as much as you tried to act like you werent, he'd catch you humming it. Now it seems Jean is also aware of your little secret.

Playing cool he replies, "Never took that asshole to be a swiftie."

you: me neither, it's definitely the booze

Eren: How much more drinking do you guys plan on doing?

You: I'm tapping out after this one

An attached photo came along with your text. It was dimly lit but he could make out the shape of a dozen or so shot glasses empty on the table and your hand holding your last one up for the camera. And there, blurry but still visible, right in the corner was Jean...his hand on your leg.

DAMN HIM

He feels every emotion rush through him: anger, jealousy, possessiveness, sadness. He heartbeat pounded in his ear.

Eren: What's with Jean being all handsy?

He hoped that sounded subtle and not like a psychopath...with yes he was probably acting like one. Even going so far as to zoom in on the photo to see how far up your leg jeans hands were.

you: Probably to keep from falling over.

You were playing it off like it was no big deal?!

Eren: That doesn't look like the ideal place to put his hand to keep from falling over."

you: Lol. you know how he is when he is drunk...all...lovey

At this point, red is all Eren sees. He doesn't care if he comes off like an asshole or possessive anymore. How could you be so oblivious and naive that Jean was doing this intentionally.

Eren: Doesn't that piss you off that he gets all handsy like that? He shouldn't be allowed to touch you, even if he's drunk.

No going back now. Whatever progress eren had thought he had made with you would certainly be gone after this show of anger. His true self. Fuck it he didn't care. This is why he stayed to himself. In one evening, you had stabbed him in the heart...

Part 2 sneaky peak:

"You know i can't be like him right?" "I don't want you to be like him...I want you to be like you."

thanks for reading :)

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