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hinasakuino · 5 months

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Jean can fuck! I’m sorry this is for my extremely depraved girlies! And self indulgent because Jean brainrot occurs nonstop! NSFW below the cut.

Warnings: nsfw 18+, some dirty talk,mentions of nipple play, finger fucking, pussy eating, doggy, missionary.

I imagine he’s an attentive lover, he makes sure he’s kissed every inch of exposed skin before fully undressing you. He loves staring at you, even if you squirm under his gaze, jutting your hips in the air, clenching on nothing as you try to get him to touch you wordlessly. It strokes his ego big time when he’s got you speechless and whimpering for him. Which is why he always gives you what you want. He hates teasing you because he enjoys watching the way you give into pleasure. He’s very big into foreplay, loves kissing big time(!!!) Early into the relationship he’d feel just a little embarrassed everytime you guys made out, always shoving you away quickly to hide his raging hard on. You liked this, teasing him about it until he has you pinned and gasping, his hand wrapped around your throat as he kisses you, grinding into you so frantically you’re not sure which one of you might come first. He loves playing with your tits especially when you’re on top facing him. He loves getting you worked up like this, you’re so responsive to his touch, cradling his head and holding him closer as you grind down in his lap. Ohhhhh!! Mans also eats for his pleasure. He loves playing with your pussy with you in his lap but he goes crazy pleasing you the most with his mouth. You get so wet when he laps at your clit, his warm tongue curling around your bud sends tidal waves of pleasure through you, you’re quick to put your hands in his hair, pulling and tugging when he’s got you close. It works you up even more when you see him rutting into the mattress because he really gets off to you getting off.

Oh! And he talks you through it! So filthy with it too!

When he plays with your pussy with you spread in his lap, he likes to leave open mouth kisses down your neck, sucking softly at your sweet spots, chuckling when you press more on his fingers. “Look at you dirty girl,” He’d say smirking when you shake your head no but your pussy throbs, squeezing onto him.

“Cmon I can feel you getting ready to cum for me,” He ruts against you, cock painfully hard as you moan loudly, grasping his bicep, your hips wiggling wildly.

“I can’t baby,”You warn, taking a deep breath, he spreads your legs wider, fingers pumping in and out and with his other hand rubbing your clit in quick precise circles.

“One more big one baby, come on do this for daddy,” he bites into your shoulder. It's harsh but that quickly is replaced by his tongue, hot and warm as he licks where he just bit. And it rips an orgasm through you. Sendings your eyes rolling with his name coming out in quick pants as you make a mess on him.

“That’s it baby, give it to me, I wanna see how dirty I can get you,” He huffs, breath hot as he continues finger fucking you through your orgasm.

He absolutely loves when you come on his dick. He likes having you doggy, back arched, arms restricted and pussy on full display. He doesn’t like to tie you up but he does like using his strength on you, placing your arms behind your back as he fucks you, or have you fuck back onto him. He loves it when you’re so cock drunk you let him use you, rolling your hips back and forth onto himself, groaning at the way your walls mold to his length.

When he cums, it’s a lot. I want to believe he’s a moaner, but I also imagine him as the type of guy who relishes in the feeling of his orgasm so he’s always mumbling incoherently, sweet words pouring from his mouth saying how good you make him feel. If you’re fucking in missionary, he cums quicker because he absolutely can’t tear his eyes away from your needy ones. He watches where you’re both joined, your pussy sucking him back in your fingers rub quick needy circles on your clit and it pushes him over the edge, grunting out a small “oh fuck, I’m cumming”, before spilling inside you.. At the start of the relationship he always made sure to pull out and would jerk off into his hand until one day you positioned yourself in front of him, doe-eyed and wanting. Mouth open and inviting and he cums almost instantly all over your face (it’s so much and he immediately feels bad), the image is burned into his brain and he stores it away in the spank bank whenever you two are apart.

He’s big on aftercare, will clean you up, and ask if you need anything before cuddling the absolute shit out of you. He’s not clingy but he loves the skin to skin contact, and the way you fit perfectly into him. He’s not a talker afterwards but neither are you, so you both either fall asleep after five minutes or he watches with you as you scroll through videos on your phone.

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jeankirsteinsgrlfrnd · 5 months

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✧ jean kirstein as a first time dad ✧

his hands shook with the fear of being a terrible father, but his eyes told you he’d be an amazing one

jean kirstein who’d lay in you lap while your bump was still little just to be close to the most important things in his life

he looks forward to the day when they will be big enough to run to the door and greet him when he comes home from work

just imagine the father of your kids, jean kirstein, scooping up your baby after a long day and all the stress in his face just melts away

jean also dreads the day they will become too big. he has a fear that one day they won’t need him

secretly hopes for a girl to spoil and to love

will be in the kitchen making sunday breakfast for you and the kid. eggs, waffles, bacon, everything

when your water broke, he was white knuckled all the way to the hospital, barely taking his eyes off the road

he’ll kiss your forehead and wipe your tears. he’ll tell you to keep your eyes on him, that you can do this, that he’s right here, and that you’re almost there.

not long after you’re both home and settled in with the baby, he asks about another one. he would love a few mini you’s running around creating chaos.

found himself driving to gas stations for your 3 am cravings

jean kirstein who would listen so intensely during all your prenatal checkups, read the parenting books and hell, even consider going to a first time parent group. he’s so invested in you and this growing child, he can’t afford to fuck it up for a single second.

read my jean fic here xoxo

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sleepingpillscosmos · 3 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.

[...]

“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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justauthoring · 1 year

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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

a/n: what’s this? olivia’s finally updating the bond?

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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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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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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 · 26 days

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

captain jaeger and jealous jean

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

wc: 1.8k+

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

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

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

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

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

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

*************

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

oh, just looking at him you could bleed.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

you blush.

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

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

“okay,” you blink. “i can do that.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“i know,” you respond.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“what are you talking about?”

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

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

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

the vibration in his dialect makes your heart race.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“why didn’t you say anything?”

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

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

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

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

“especially because of you.”

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caesthetix · 2 years

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HAPPY IS HER — Part 2

↪ Jean Kirstein mini-series

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

Was it three? Four? Jean didn't really count how many years had passed since the last time he saw you. It was the happiest day of his life when he finally married the woman of his dreams, the first love from his previous lifetime, and his forever more in this one, too. How romantic. To love the same person over and over again.

The venue was decorated so prettily, and he wanted to thank you along with his wife for creating such a blast. You were the best wedding organiser out there, at least to him, you were. Ever since he bumped into you inside the antique bookshops, spending about five years with you as a dear friend, he knew he could count on you.

So imagine his surprise when there was only your assistant idling around by the end of the day. With a folder in her hand and a notebook with your handwritten tucked inside. Something for him. Just him, not the others, and of course not for Mikasa.

He needed time to understand the reason. Reading page by page for a bazillion of times since he was afraid he missed some information. He hoped you hinted where you would go or what you were going to do in between the lines as his heart skipped a beat faster. Thinking that maybe you tried to say something.

But even after he read it every day before he fell asleep, Jean learned nothing from it except a little fairy tale that was now engraved in his brain.

There was a little girl. So naïve — not knowing what kind of danger lingered outside the wall.

Walls. Titans. Such a bizarre story you had written there. About survival, friendship, different beliefs and so many more condensed into your notebook. There were some sentences he felt so familiar with, especially when the girl interacted with her best friend. Some promises, the banter and how they teased each other.

Jean had a smile plastered on his face every time he read it, as if he was reminiscing some old memories. One that he could never forget with how precious it was to him.

One that he eventually did without him being aware of it.

"I am ready now." Turning around, he couldn't help but wolf-whistle when he saw how gorgeous his wife was. "Do I look good?" She twirled around, raven hair floating in the air as she showed off her emerald body-con dress, hugging her body so perfectly.

"Babe, all men would be jealous of me to have you in my arms." He let out a small chuckle and pressed a deep kiss on her lips, leaving a wet smack sound when he pulled away. "Let's go then. I am betting the others are waiting."

Mikasa Ackerman, now Mikasa Kirstein. The smugness on his face every time he remembered how his friend gawked at him never faltered. Even after years went by, he was still proud of having such a pretty lady to be called as his wife. The days that went by felt like he was newly wed all over again since she never once changed.

Something that made him want to wake up every morning, knowing how perfect his life was. Yes, perfect. But not complete, never complete.

Jean didn't know what else he needed. He had a wife that loved him so, a stable job in such a prestigious law firm, and an adorable dog that had become their kid for the last couple of years. Marco once told him that maybe he wanted a baby, but even when he knew Mikasa could not bear children, he didn't feel disappointed at all.

That was what made him decide to travel around the world in his free time. Taking his wife with him as they went on a random journey every time. He tried to find the meaning of life, what could have possibly made him whole. Some said he needed to be grateful. He did, he always did, with what the world had bestowed upon him.

Yet, after a few years went by, and he still had that gap in his days, he ended up taking it as some kind of redemption, perhaps an atonement over his sin in the past life.

"Goodness, is that Sasha?" Mikasa pointed at someone who was now standing in front of the restaurant with her husband, Niccolo, right beside her. "She smuggled something‌ inside her bag. She never changed, Jean." A small giggle slipped from her lips, followed by a deep chuckle from him as he parked the car.

A reunion. Just a small one in between him, Connie, Sasha, and Marco. The golden quartet, you once said. And the four of them thought it had become a quintet ever since he brought you into his house and introduced you to them. But now, it was back to just them, never once changed as no one actually fitted in as easily as you.

Taking a deep breath, he felt a shiver down his spine the second he was out of his car. Winter was never kind to those who went out, they knew that, but it wouldn't be them if they were not being stubborn. After all, three years had passed ever since Marco moved to New Zealand, and since he was coming back, they had to celebrate.

The second he went inside the restaurant with his wife, a loud cheer from Connie and Sasha resonated throughout the place, making some pairs of eyes turn to face him. Mikasa could only chuckle at that, always loving the warm atmosphere every time the two rascals were around before she pushed Jean to get them.

He didn't waste a time and just ruffled his best friends, feeling so light as he felt like this was the only moment he felt almost complete. When their friends surrounded him, tears pricked the corner of their eyes from too much laughing, making fun of each other to no end to the point they were embarrassing each other.

And for a split second, he thought about how everything could be much better if you were still around. If only you were not gone without a trace.

"Starting the reunion without me?" A smooth, angelic tone that belonged to the only sane person in the group stopped them from killing each other. "I thought we were here to celebrate my return. Guess not, huh?"

"Oh, come here Mr Bodt!"

The husband and wives of the quartet knew ‌it was time for them to enjoy their time, giving their loved ones some moment to reminisce about life. Three years wasn't short for Jean, Marco, Connie and Sasha, who used to spend their time together for probably the first fifteen years of their life since elementary school.

Jean felt like the night was perfect. The fact that one of his best friends returned to Paradis was also a plus. Knowing they could hang out like they used to, having back the routine he once lost, maybe after this, he would feel complete.

And oh, he felt exactly that. He felt in every fibre of his being the second Marco leaned away and cleared his throat to reveal someone else that went with him to the reunion, someone that Jean thought would never see again.

There was you, in all your glory. With the same smile he remembered the last time he saw your face. He couldn't move his body, lips slightly parted as he thought ‌his eyes deceived him. You were here. You were coming back to them, to his life.

He wasn't able to grasp whatever Marco said as the ravenette patted your shoulders. His pupil followed you around, looking at how you kissed Sasha's cheeks and tried to calm her down since she was crying by now. Connie just had his jaw dropped to the ground, saying no way! repeatedly underneath his breath as it grew louder and louder.

You fitted back in so easily. Just like that. Here again as if you never left in the first place. There were so many questions he wanted to ask, so many things he wondered. Jean felt happy, fuming, hurt, all at the same time because he longed to see you, to have you in his life. He had lost you once before. He didn't want to lose you again.

"Hello, Jean." You waved your hand in front of his face, snapping him out of his reverie. "How are you? I saw Mikasa before. She's as pretty as ever! Bet you have been treating her right with how much she glows."

"Oh, you know me." Of course you did. He didn't need to explain or say much since you were the one who knew him best, after all. "I always treat those I love with everything I can give to them, anyway."

The missing piece of the puzzle appeared out of nowhere. Slipping back into his life and making his time searching for it came to waste. It was you. Always did from the first moment he tugged your wrist. The person who was so important that he felt like he had lost something when you were gone without a trace.

You kept your hands on your lap as you sat beside him, with Marco on the other side as he asked what you wanted to order. Jean couldn't help himself but pointed at some dishes on the menu, things that he felt so sure you liked. If those four years you went missing didn't change you, you would pick one of his recommendations.

And the night rolled on without a hitch. No one thought it was weird to see another lady in between the rowdy quartet. Yes, you always belonged there. Not even one spouse thought you weren't supposed to be among them.

Sometimes Connie and Sasha would ask what you had been doing. After all, even though you could click right in with them so easily, they were still curious about what happened in the vast gap of years they missed you. Whether you were happy, whether you missed them too, whether you found someone —

And when you smiled and glanced in his direction. The two immediately kept their lips curled into a soft smile.

They didn't need to ask more. They understood without you needing to elaborate with words. But Jean? He did. He needed to hear you spell it out for him.

However, when stupid banter and over the top jokes replaced the somewhat serene atmosphere from before, he stopped himself. Maybe he could ask you later when the two of you were alone. You were always more open around him, and he hoped a few years apart didn't change that part.

It was almost ten, and they were the only crowd who stayed in this restaurant. The only customer left. Marco felt like it was time for them to end the night, much to everyone's dismay, since tomorrow was Monday anyway.

They had to get enough sleep so they wouldn't get hazy in the morning for work. At the reminder of that, the rest of the group could only groan and nodded, dispersing to get fresh air since there was some alcohol flowing in their blood.

Jean thanked Mikasa for accompanying him, smiling all the way to his ears when she gave him a kiss and told him she would be the one who drove. It was really nice indeed, a surprising night since he didn't expect you to be here again, to appear with his best friend and grace him with your presence that was long gone.

Walking towards the balcony, he lit his cigarette to clear his mind. And lady luck seemed to be on his side tonight the moment he saw you leaned in at the railing with a glass of water in your hand.

"I thought you were going home."

"Hm? Not yet, Jean."

He leaned his back on the railing, puffing out some greyish smoke into the air. Five feet apart, because he knew you disliked the smell of the burned cigarette.

You didn't even turn to face him. Not a gesture of surprise could be seen as he stepped inside your space. He wondered what you were thinking, and most importantly, he wanted to know why you came back after all those years.

"I read your notebook every day." But if he wanted you to tell him everything. He needed to play his card right. "Before I sleep. Every day, ever since I received it."

Jean didn't let you question his commitment. Clarifying what he had done for the last four years. He wanted you to know how much your existence meant to him, and how the past years without you there had been consuming him little by little. Even though you were just his best friend, he cherished you as much as he did for his wife.

"I see." He glanced at you, wanting to see your reaction. You only twirled the mineral water around, not even an ounce of emotion changed your neutral visage. "What do you think, then?"

"It was heartbreaking."

"Of course. It's not really about rainbow and—"

"But also nostalgic, in a way."

Your pupils dilated at his words. There, the exact emotion that he couldn't fathom. You stopped responding; you stopped whatever words you wanted to say and merely — existed. Hell, sometimes he thought you didn't even breathe when you were like this. "I wanted to ask you something. No, a lot of things, actually."

As he took a step closer towards you, it almost made him falter when he saw the way you leaned away. Four years have changed you. He was aware of that. But he still needed you to clarify something, if that was possible. He just needed to know why. He wanted to know what he did wrong for you to leave him in the dust.

Not just him. Connie and Sasha would often ask where you were, and if everything was alright while Marco comforted them. The three of them would be crazy thinking about your whereabouts if only the ravenette didn't calm them down.

"It's late, Jean." You took a deep breath, shutting your eyes for a second there before it laid upon him. "We can talk tomorrow. I am going to move here again so we can catch up anytime we want." That smile on your face. He frowned when he realised it didn't reach your eyes. "After all, your wife waited for you, right?"

It felt like he had been in this place before. In the same situation where he was so close to knowing, to learn about something between you and him, and yet it always dispersed into nothing as you assured him he shouldn't be worried about it.

As if you didn't want him to know. As if you tried to hinder him from finding out the truth.

"Why did you always push me away...?"

He sounded so broken when he threw the question, and you gaped at how vulnerable the intonation that lingered there. "Do you know something? Have you seen any memories from the past? Is it that bad with me?"

"Jean, no. I—" You wanted to calm him down. Your palm was hovering right in front of his chest, but you stopped yourself. It looked like you were scared to touch him. "I can't. Please know that I can't talk about this. There's a reason and maybe one day you could understand. But I hope you didn't. I really hope you never did."

"So you actually see the past." He snorted in disbelief. All those times he tried to tell you about the awakened memories. All those years, he thought you were clueless and just another normal human being. It was a lie. "Then you know? On my wedding day, I was so close to see it through but you didn't let me, you — you lied to me!"

"Jean!"

"And why is that, huh? Am I turned out to be such a despicable person? Is that the reason ‌you moved away, telling no one about it?!"

"No! You don't understand! The past few years also tortured me! But I did it because I must evade you, Jean. I did it for you—"

"Everything's okay?"

The two heads whipped towards the source of the voice. Marco raised one of his eyebrows before scrunching his forehead since he would never have thought to see you and Jean having a heated argument. "It's late. I think both of you drank too much liquor. If there's something you both need to talk about, I suggest tomorrow."

He strode right beside you, standing so close, as if he tried to shield you from Jean. The taller man could only look down at his best friend with disbelief before grumbling a bit underneath his breath.

A ravenette, always a ravenette. The one who blocked him from unravelling his own memory was Mikasa back then, and now it was Marco.

"Fine, then."

"Good. I am sure Mikasa is waiting for you, too."

Marco smiled at him, and the tension Jean felt slowly lifted off his shoulder. His best friend was right, he had to go back since Mikasa had been so kind to wait for him. What a perfect woman indeed, and he gave a small nod towards the freckled man.

From your words, you were really going to stay here again. So if by chance he could grab a coffee with you, he would continue this conversation then. Completely sober because he didn't want to mess things up. "We will see you later, Jean. Goodnight."

"Yeah, pal. Good—"

"You know, Jean?" He was barely done replenishing the gas for his manoeuvring gear when Marco sat beside him. "I think you are not really in love with Mikasa."

"What?" Jean stopped what he did. All the shouts of excitement from another cadet were muted as he could only hear his best friend's voice. Marco had the audacity to have a smirk on his face, not facing him still as he fixed his boots. "Oi, how come you say that?"

"Because it's the truth. You actually put your heart in your sleeve, Jean."

Jean immediately stood from where he sat, forcing the freckled boy to look at him because of his abrupt movement. He didn't know where the ravenette got that idea from. And surely he didn't expect him to say it now when they were going to climb back on top of the wall after retaking the headquarters. Couldn't he wait to discuss this? Something as — important as his heart?

"No, I am not." He jutted his lips out, something that only elicited a chuckle from his best friend. Something that made Jean scowl even more now. "I adore her entire existence, Marco. She is the prettiest woman out there. So brave and the greatest soldier in our ranks. Shit, even when all she could think of was Eren, I still want her!"

"Are you really?" Those light brown orbs fixated on someone behind him, one that he immediately followed since he wanted to know what Marco had been trying to say to him.

Sasha slumped herself towards you, practically crying and wailed some gratitude on your chest. You were not even trying to get her off you, understanding how shocked she would have been since a titan almost got her. If you were not there to kill the one she was assigned to before, maybe Sasha wouldn't even be here right now.

You and your gentle nature, so nurturing to those around but at the same time could be such a clown around them. Jean only let out a small chuckle at the sight of the two girls, and when you realised ‌he had been looking at you, he could feel his cheeks heated.

But he didn't look away, not feeling embarrassed that you caught him, not at all.

"I couldn't really hide things from you, huh, Marco?" He whispered out underneath his breath, just enough for the ravenette to hear him. "Since when did you know about it?"

"Since the first day, maybe." Turning around, he faced Marco once again, who was now down with the preparation. "You always talked about her, telling me about her stupid antics. And of course, that soft smile on your face, Jean."

"Yeah, can't help it when she always makes me feel like I am..." He chuckled. The smile reached his eyes in the middle of this hellish time from just the thought of you. "...whole."

Jean didn't want anyone to know, actually. About how he was secretly in love with his best friend, someone who knew him like the back of their hand. He once asked Connie to nudge the idea of him liking you, but the bald boy said you only fake gagged and walked away, a sign that Jean took for him to take a step back.

The world only needed to know that Mikasa Ackerman rejected him. One person was enough. He didn't need them to know you also did.

"Why do you hide it away, though?"

"Oh, come on, Marco." His chuckle now turned bitter. "I am not risking what I already have with her."

Jean swallowed an enormous lump before turning around, beckoning his best friend to follow suit, as he didn't want to talk about this anymore. With Mikasa, it was fine because they started as strangers. But with you? He clicked with your mind and taste in joke, practically chose you as his ally since day one he saw you tamed Sasha.

He didn't want to throw the dice, wondering if maybe he could have more with you. So he decided to just love Mikasa, continuing his admiration while still ‌keeping you close.

Because he was aware, he wouldn't feel complete without you in his life.

Jean sucked a deep breath, not believing himself or what he just saw. Everything, everything. It felt like time stopped as all the memories from his past life came into him. Not just a glimpse, not just a spark or anything he had seen before when he was with Mikasa or anyone else he met before.

It was just a playful pat from Marco on his shoulder, but he swore it made his legs wobble for a second there as if the freckled man tried to push him off the balcony. He couldn't breathe, not knowing where the oxygen in his lungs went with ‌these memories came to him like a hurdle of waves, trying to drown him out.

He wanted to reach out towards you and the ravenette who was already walking away. Marco had his left hand intertwined with yours, practically pulling you away from him and it just — it wasn't fair and it hurt.

"Hey."

Jean called out to you, feeling so relieved when you stopped walking and took another look at him. Right now, there was only you in his eyes. You, the one who knew him best, maybe the same or even more than the man who stood behind you.

There were so many things he wanted to say. So many words that were left unsaid after the whirlpool of emotion came crashing down at him. And when you pursed your lips, when he saw tears glossed your eyes despite you tried to keep it at bay, he had a feeling that you knew.

Oh, you knew that he knew.

The promises. What he had said before in the life where the two of you were reckless soldiers, everything went up to the surface after being buried by nature.

So this was the reason ‌you always had some kind of subtle reaction when he talked about Mikasa. This was the reason ‌you ended up moving to another place without telling him, the thing that pushed you to go away and settled your heart somewhere else.

Because you realise the promises had been broken the second he said I do, four years ago, in front of Mikasa Ackerman.

"I promise, I promise I will find you one day."

He did. He found you here in this lifetime. A place without titan, without the two of you having to be afraid that every moment would be the last.

"We will be happy by then."

However, it was nothing like the one he had in mine. Not the one you had been waiting for. The two of you didn't meet and fall in love, not married to one another and have kids or anything you were supposed to tell him. The house he bought in previous lifetime and this one — it wasn't for you. Not for you to take a shelter in with him.

He could have that. If only in this life too, he was willing to gamble his friendship with you. Maybe you were the one who had his last name instead of the woman who now waited for him in the driver's seat.

But the two of you were aware that maybe, no matter what kind of world he resided in, this was how it would end with you.

"Y-Yes, Jean?"

With him to live and fall in love with someone else, and you to stay in his life as nothing more but a dearest friend.

"Congratulations on the engagement, both of you."

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part 1 here

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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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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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