#jean kirstein x male reader

[thesevro]

pass him to the homie; connie springer & jean kirstein [mature]

connie springer x trans male reader x jean kirstein 2.7k words

mentioned hcs: trans male armin arlert survey corps captain! jean kirstein section commander! reader

cw: explicit smut; pwp; threesome; jealousy; penetration (p in v sex); mentions of fingering, oral sex; edging; jean is a virgin; swearing

connie is an ass here and i've been craving that

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His body is warm against you. You pull the sheets closer, hugging Connie to you. 

“I mean, he’s a virgin, so I do kinda feel bad for him,” Connie says, pointing out this or that fact for his own sake. “And you’ve been going on and on about getting fucked like you’re the Survey Corps’ local whore—”

“That is exactly not what I’ve been saying,” you answer. “I think. I just like thinking about getting passed around. I don’t think of anybody in the Survey Corps. I only think about what it might be like to have two dicks inside me, maybe one in my mouth.” Or Armin’s pussy on your face. 

“That’s the same thing as being the whore of our Regiment.” 

“Shut up.” You press a kiss to Connie’s jaw. “You’re my only boy, you know that.” 

“But you like being called that.” Connie grins. Slips out of your hold to situate himself in his rightful position on top of you. “Don’t you?”

“So you’ll let me be one?”

Connie eyes you, distrustful. If you ask to fuck Commander Hanji he’ll throw both you and him out the window at the thoughts that sort of scenario would put in his head.

“Come on, Connie,” you urge playfully, tracing his jaw with a callused finger. “Even you said you feel bad for the poor virgin.” 

“Sure I do. So.” He gives your finger a teasing nip. “Call him over.” 

You pause. Look up at Connie. “What?”

“Bring him in here. Let me show the virgin how to fuck.”

—

“Come on, Jean.” Connie pulls your legs open wider with his hands on your thighs. You whimper and tell him to please, put it back inside, grabbing at the hand that has left your throat. “Yeah, baby, I know. I know. Shh.” His fingers leave your thigh to slip into your wet, puffy slit, thrusting in and out at a slow, temperate pace. Connie makes sure Jean sees the way his fingers come out covered in a ring of creamy fluid. Yours, and his, after he fucked you to near-orgasm maybe twice, or thrice. “I’m trying to do my boy a favor, Jean. He wants to know what it’s like to be used.” 

“And you’re” —Jean swallows as you plead with Connie again, but the other man shushes you quickly, whispering that you might lose the chance to get what you want— “You’re too nice for that, eh? While I’m not?”

“Who knows, Jean?” Connie answers. His fingers slide out of your hole to pat your thigh. Presenting you to Jean. “Why don’t you show us?”

Connie hears the desperation in your voice as you raise your own argument, pleading with Jean now. “Jean, please—please please please please, I need it. C’mon. Connie’s always so mean. Won’t you be good to me? ‘M your best friend.”

“Yeah, he’s your best friend, Jean. Won’t you help him out?” Connie grins. “If you don’t, I swear I’m going to kick your ass outta here and fuck him so good the idea of what you could’ve been doin’ is burned into your brain while he’s screaming my name.” 

“Shit, (Name),” Jean laughs. “You’re right. You’re pretty fucking mean, Connie.” 

“I’ll be a lot more than mean if you don’t fuckin’ hurry up. You’re leaving us hanging when I could be fuckin' a pair o’ twins into my boy right now.” 

“Fuck off,” Jean mutters as he pulls his zipper down and drags his pants off his legs in jerking, hasty movements. He looks up at you and Connie. Connie smirks with pride as his friend’s eyes trace the curved outline of his cock. With you spread out before Jean, your back to Connie’s chest and your sweet boy-pussy bare to the world, he wonders how in the world Jean is able to hesitate, to give you a maybe instead of the yes you deserve. But the good vibes fade fast as the other man opens his mouth to ask a stupid question,

“Do I take my boxers off or—”

“Just get over here you virgin!” you complain, cock-drunk symptoms fading with every second you don’t have something inside you. Connie pinches your clit and you gasp. Shake a little bit in his hold. 

“Be nice. Or you aren’t getting anything from either of us tonight.” 

Jean has his button-up halfway off. He'd taken his underwear off with an ungraceful, hurried flourish the moment you spoke. His cock struggles against his foreskin. It bounces as he approaches you. 

“Get on the bed,” Connie tells him. He has three fingers all the way inside you to keep you stretched out for Jean. 

Jean grimaces, ruffled at being ordered around, but joins you on the bed. He sits there. Clueless. 

“Ymir’s shit, were you not paying attention earlier?” Connie says, uncharacteristically paying no mind to your soft moans as he curls his fingers in and out of you. “Use your head, Captain Jean!”

“Um.” What a dumb way to start. Connie lets him gather his thoughts anyhow. “(Name), you’re alright with… having sex with me?”

“Tightened up just now, baby,” Connie observes, looking down at your face. His cock remains pressed against your ass, still leaking. He can’t wait to fuck Jean’s cum into you. “You want Jean to fuck you, (Name)?”

“Yes,” you sigh. “Yes, Jean—Captain, please. I want you inside me, Captain.”

Jean’s jaw goes tight. Connie does end up laughing a little bit this time. “Looks like he liked that, (Name). Well, you heard him, Captain. Let’s see how well you ride.”

Jean meets Connie’s eyes. The challenge in his voice is clear. Jean swallows again, then pulls the foreskin back to bare his cock. A breath goes out of Connie at the sight. You moan loudly, watching Jean fondle his cock, thinking of having it inside you instead of Connie’s fingers. 

Jean looks pleased with your reaction. Connie almost rolls his eyes but pulls his fingers out of your pussy as Jean moves closer. His hips meet your thighs. Jean bites his lip, teeth leaving marks in his bottom lip. The swollen flower of your pussy bare before him gets his breathing fast and uneven.

“Don’t keep me waiting, Captain.” You let go of Connie’s hand. Wrap a strong hand around Jean’s hip to pull him close. His cock ends up grinding against your pussy, sliding all the way up, rough and ridged against your juices. “I need you.” 

Jean wraps a hand around the base of his cock. Pulls his hips back, shivering with sensation as you bring your hand down over his ass down to the back of his right thigh. The head of his cock kisses your slit. He looks up and shares your intent, watchful gaze. He keeps his eyes on yours as he fucks his cock into you with slow, minute thrusts of his hips, just like Connie told him to, and is rewarded by the sight of your expression, full and tight with pleasure as he fills you up. 

“Give it to him harder, Jean.” Connie grabs onto the back of Jean’s other thigh and the man almost topples forward. “I prepped him well for us.” 

Jean ends up all the way inside you within the span of a second as you and Connie pull him in close. His mouth opens. Chest heaves. Whatever you’re doing, you’re doing it on purpose. Should you be clenching around him so tight? Clinging to the base of his cock like an unrelenting fist of velvet? The first moan that leaves him is uncontrolled, unabashed. He doesn’t see the shiver that wraps around your body at the noises he’s making.

“You’re panting like a 30-year-old virgin,” Connie says. But Jean can tell that his friend’s focus isn’t really there. Connie has his eyes on the way Jean’s cock fucks you. 

“Getting off on this, Connie?” Jean grunts out, thrusts picking up speed. But he keeps them deep, makes sure each time his cock slides inside you it kisses the part of you Connie had shown him with his fingers earlier. From the choked cries scratching at your throat, Jean knows he’s doing a great fucking job. He’s an attentive man, he can say with certainty, and with pleasure. 

“Shut yer trap and savor this, Jean,” Connie says in a rough, hard voice. Jean feels and sees the way your pussy clenches and sucks his cock in deep. He wonders just how easy it is for Connie to get you off, if barking shit at someone already has you clenching up. “I’m not letting you do this again, so hurry up and fuck him good.” 

“Connie—” you start in a choked voice. 

Connie tenses, immediately at attention. “Slow down, Jean.” Jean senses the dangerous tone in Connie’s voice and stops mid-thrust, with his cock halfway inside you. “What d’you need, baby? Talk to me.” 

You only grab at his hand, pawing at it until he lets go of your thigh, and shakily place it over your throat. On instinct, Connie squeezes, fingers wrapped around your neck in a V. Your Adam’s apple bobs. 

Jean gives a loud groan. “Fuck, he’s getting tighter.” 

“Yeah, that’s what happens when you know how to give him what he needs.” Connie presses a kiss to your cheek, grip loosening. “It’s alright (Name), I got you. Ask Jean to fuck you harder, baby. I know what you need.”

“Fuuuuck fuck fuck fuck he’s so fucking tight,” Jean says in a near-whimper. He wraps hands of steel around your thighs to steady himself. 

“Y-you gonna cum already, Jean-boy?” you say. You grab his elbow and thrust your pelvis to his. His cock slips all the way back inside you. “Come on Jean. Come on come on come on, don't stop now.” You tug the man closer to you to whisper words in his ear, “I need your cum inside me.” 

Connie blinks dumbly at your words. Jean gives a loud gasp, nearly thrown into an orgasm by your plea and the welcome clenching of your hole. 

With his eyes shut tight, Jean starts moving again. He knows that if he speeds up even a little more he’ll be spraying all over your walls, but he wants to make you feel good. He wants to know what it feels like to have you cum on his cock. So he lets you cling to his bicep with a hand as he really starts to fuck you, his mouth opening around ragged moans with every thrust.

Your head falls back into Connie’s shoulder, moans coming out as high-pitched cries. Connie squeezes your throat, has you struggling for breath as your friend fucks you like a man possessed. Their actions have you writhing against Connie, barely in control of your body. 

“Fuck, keep choking him Connie. He really fucking likes it.” 

“Believe me, I know,” Connie says. “And would you stop saying ‘fuck’? Get a grip and do what he needs you to.” 

Your body heaves and your grip begins to bruise Jean’s skin. Who would have thought that he’d ever get to top you? You, the nineteen-year-old Section Commander of the Survey Corps, who has led your soldiers to victory against even Marleyan Warriors. You, who nearly half a centurion of girls have professed their undying love for. It surprised him that Connie was the one who manhandled you in the relationship. That you bent to Connie so easily and with such fervency. That you’d beg for both him and Connie to fuck you like a whorish darling. 

“Getting close, honey? Yeah, just a little more.” Connie rubs a hand over your stomach. His accent has his words thickening as he murmurs innuendo—promises—into your ear, “Let ol’ Jean-boy fill you up.” 

Connie’s grip goes visibly white-knuckled around your neck. You struggle against him. Not because it’s too much, not because you don’t want it, but because you can’t help it with Jean balls-deep inside you and the fingers of Connie’s other hand cupping your clit. 

Jean’s body curves inward. Curls to the right. His thrusts grow unsteady. 

He stutters your name, “(Name)—(Name), oh fuck, fuck!”

And he loses it. 

You wrap your legs around his body and drag him in close. Even with the entire lack of space Jean keeps plowing into you with harsh, uneven thrusts that go shallow and deep, at a breadth and width he can’t control. The man fucks his cum into you just like you asked him to while pushing through the pain of overstimulation as he feels your own orgasm approach. He needs your cum on his cock. 

Connie’s voice descends into a ragged grunt. “Don’t let his cum go to waste (Name). Cum for him. Keep it all inside.” 

Jean’s expression forms into a grimacing wince. His body begs for him to stop. But then you throw your head back and cry out his name. 

That’s when the near-pain blooms to full-blown agony, juxtaposed with the glorious pleasure of having a boy like you cum around his cock. 

“Jean, Jean!” All coherence leaves you after his name is thrown out of your mouth. It hurts to have you clench around his cock, but the thighs you have wrapped around his waist leave him no room for any other movement. Connie pants like he’s in heat while you cum. You have him enraptured by your blissed-out countenance. 

“Just like that (Name),” Connie rumbles into your ear, words meant for only you to hear with the 70-decibel sounds you make. “Just like that. Good boy.” 

You go limp against his body moments later, gasping roughly for breath. It hurts to breathe. The muscles in your throat are run through. 

You feel Jean’s hands on you. One of his hands takes your cheek in his palm, and the other rubs a thumb lovingly into the outside of your thigh, just at your hip bone. His lips brush the corner of your mouth. 

“Thank you, (Name).” 

You soften in his hands, in Connie’s. With Jean’s cock still inside you, you wrap your arms around his neck and kiss him, chaste and deep all at once. Jean pulls away after only a few moments. He can feel Connie’s eyes on him. 

“You’re such a good friend, aren’t you Jean-boy?” Connie says as Jean moves back. His heart stops. 

Oh shit. 

But Connie only turns to you. “We’re never doing this again.” 

You say nothing in answer. For a few breaths, only the exhausted pants forced out of your body fill the silence of the room. Your body creaks as you slip out of Connie’s arms, pushing Jean away.

“Fuck you guys,” you say. Jean scurries over to a corner of the bed on his hands and knees as you turn around to face Connie. “It’s my turn to show you both how to fuck.” 

Your hands steady your body, pressing into the hard muscle of his abdomen. You sit just above the place where his cock stands at attention. Leaning forward, your hardened palms slide up the expanse of muscle of Connie’s body. Your hands find his face. One clutches the side of his neck to feel the pulse there. You smile gently at the nervous hummingbird rhythm of his heartbeat fluttering against your palm. 

“It could never be anyone else, Connie,” you tell him, knowing how deeply the displeasure runs with you having shared a kiss with Jean. Your next words are like an afterthought, a secret you want only you and him to know, “God, if only you knew.” 

“Show me.” Connie runs his hands over the muscles in your back. His grip is unforgiving. “Prove it to me. Show Jean how you fuck the man you love.” 

“I think the proper term is ‘to make love to’—”

“See baby?” Connie sighs. “You got to shut him up for us.” 

“Yeah.” A slick trail of fluids, this messy composition of Jean’s seed and your cum, wets the skin on Connie’s stomach as you rise up to your knees, pussy sliding against his abs. You scoop it up with two fingers to taste it. “Mm. Not as good as yours and mine, Con.” 

“‘Course.” Connie grins. You see the sick idea form in his head. Something normal, by your shared standards. “Let’s have Jean taste ours once we’re done. Will you let him put his tongue in your pussy? Give him two minutes for it.”

A soft ‘oh’ sounds from the man behind you. “Couldja give me five?” 

“Shh, both of you,” you say in a soft voice. They shut their mouths. Wait.  “It’s my turn.” 

Connie brings his arms behind his head, watching you take him inside you with a self-satisfied grin. 

Your cum, mixed with Connie’s and Jean's, evokes a highly exquisite flavor.

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[kissagii]

𝕛𝕖𝕒𝕟 𝕜𝕚𝕣𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕚𝕟 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕒 𝕗𝕥𝕞 𝕡𝕒𝕣𝕥𝕟𝕖𝕣

informally dedicated to @levithesewerrat a fellow jean enthusiast

warnings: gender dysphoria mentioned, but otherwise just fluff

she/her, she/they, fem readers dni

he is so very in denial about the fact that he's interested in a guy

like he had all these plans on falling in love with a pretty girl and then you waltzed into his life, stole his heart, and upended all those plans

when he gets over the denial, he's smitten and it's painfully obvious

he stares a lotttttttttttttttt and asks if you need help with literally anything you're doing even if you're 100% capable

you're probably the one that confesses to him first

and he just short circuits. like. stops functioning for a sec.

of course he's over the moon that you like him back though <3

it's only then that you tell him you're trans

he's confused at first, but when you explain it to him, he's like "and why would that change my feelings for you?"

so now you're officially boyfriends and it's very wholesome <3

the first time he hears someone deadname you he is deadass so confused

he never asked for your deadname so he genuinely thinks someone confused you for someone else that you probably look nothing like

but in the future he's very outspoken about making sure people refer to you in the right way

also he's very aggressive with the compliments, both when you're feeling bad and when you're loving life

he calls you "pretty boy" a lot

when you're cuddling he'll brush your hair out of your face because he "wanted to see his pretty boy's face"

need an oversized hoodie to hide in? steal his! in fact, you don't even have to steal it, he'll just throw it at you give it to you

he's always listen if you want to rant about your dysphoria

he doesn't understand the experience but he'll listen and remind you how much he loves you just as you are

so basically, jean is best boyfriend <3

i'm a jean simp and you probably are too

#{🐌 - snails} #attack on titan x reader #aot x reader #attack on titan #attack on titan x male reader #aot x male reader #aot x ftm reader #aot x trans reader #jean kirstein x reader #jean kirstein #jean kirschtein x reader #jean kirschstein #jean x reader #jean x trans reader #jean x male reader #jean x ftm reader #jean kirstein x male reader #jean kirstein fluff

[sleep-0-deprived]

Nswf and swf hc with poly Jean Kristen and eren yeager with male reader

Poly Jean and eren with a male S/O head cannons

Omg I’m sorry this took so long but I still hope you like it ;D

Female aligned dni 18+ only blog, NSFW content below

When you first met Jean you were hanging out with eren and then it all started. It all started as rivals but then they began to realize that they liked each other too so they decided to share you.

The three of you like to lay in bed together on your free time, you also like to have small dates when you three have free time off from the corp.

Eren and jean get very jealous and possessive when you give your attention to anyone else.

Eren and Jean love to wake up and see you in their clothes in the morning time.

NSFW

Eren and jean are both doms but eren is a degrading dom while jean will worship and please your body as much as you like.

You guys first time was very slow and intimate eren was fucking you while jean was kissing and leaving bite marks on your chest neck and thighs while praising you over and over again.

Eren fucking your through while Jean fucks you from behind with a firm grip on your hips and murmuring how good you are over snd over again while eren calls you a whore and degrades the shit out of you while his dick Is in your mouth.

Jean who stocks your dick while you cock worm him and eren playing with your nipples with his hands while giving sloppy kisses to you and Jean.

#x male reader #sub male reader #x male reader smut #bottom male reader #aot x male reader #jean x male reader #eren yeager #eren x reader #eren x male reader #jean kirstein #jean kirschtein x reader

[vonne-inc]

product: no plot, only porn.

male!char x fem!reader. basically vanilla. old draft that has been sitting, and i have nothing to post so have this. 🫶🏼

imagine your favs.

he groaned into her lips as her wetness dripped onto his fingers, "god, you're so wet. i've barely even touched you..." he parted from her lips, trailing down her jaw to her neck. his mouth began to suction on her skin, leaving bruises that'd stay for days whilst continuing his small circles on her clit. she whined, grinding her hips into his palm, she wanted— no, needed more. her walls clenched on air, more wet slick dripping onto his fingers and landing on the sheets.

a low chuckle escaped his lips, he released from her shoulder as he looked at her, "baby— you look so pretty. already looking so desperate for me to fuck you." she moaned at his words. his fingertip on her clit rubbed faster as his free hand gripped her hips to keep her still. "do you want me to fill you? breed your needy cunt full of my cum? is that what my slutty girl needs?"

her head bobbed, nodding quickly as she squirmed in his hold. he sighed, letting out a 'tsk' at her response. a loud slap landed on her thigh as she yelped, "no, no, no.. you have to tell me what you need."

"m'need you, need you so deep inside of me! please— please! m'been so good, please!" her eyes watered, few tears spilling down her flushed face as she whimpered. he smiled, kissing away the tears that marked her cheeks. "that's my good girl," his hand removed itself from her clit, earning an almost inaudible moan. "mm, being so obedient." he crouched as his lips parted above her cunt, watching as her hole clenched and released; waiting for him to fill her.

he could feel himself straining at his boxers. oh, so badly he wanted to ram himself in and out of her pussy, hear her sobs and moans from how good he made her feel. his cock twitched even thinking about her crying out his name, loud enough for the neighborhood to hear.

kissing around her clit and down to her swollen lips, he moaned, "fuck, you taste so good.." he eagerly dipped his tongue into her cunt, hearing a sob break from her lips. immediately, her hand reached for his hair. she tugged at the strands, locking her thighs around his head. he groaned, gripping harder at her waist, going faster as he move his tongue to tease her clit.

feeling the knot in her abdomen tighten, she arched her back, moaning loudly as her free hand hand grasped at the sheets, "mm— close! aaah!—" she felt his movements stop as he trailed his hands down to her thighs. she loosened her thighs around his head, seeing his lips were drenched in her wetness.

he got up from his position and moved to the bed. bending her thighs back as he leaned her into a mating press. her thighs landed over her shoulders as they were pressed nearly to her chest, "please.." all she could muster up was a plead, and he loved that. he adored her desperate and cock drunk state. especially when it was because of his teasing.

"m'know.. you've been so patient for me..." he pulled down his boxers, his cock springing out as he rubbed the tip along her cunt, "don't worry.. i'll give my good girl what she needs," he thrusted the tip in, a groan falling from his lips. feeling her tight, soft walls around him always had him on the brink of cumming.

a loud moan escaped her lips as he pushed, she could tell he was trying to be gentle but he was so big inside of her, "s'much—! mm, please—!" he groaned, pushing more in, his lips met hers as he felt her moan into the kiss, "you can take it—" thrusting out as he inched his way back in again, "—be good for me and— fuck— take it.."

after one more thrust, his length filled her completely. she could feel his tip kissing her cervix as his cock pulsed. it felt so big inside of her, stretching her walls open to fit him deep inside of her.

he moaned, giving hard bucks as he tightly held onto her waist. he admired her twisted and scrunched face, already becoming brainless on his cock from only a few pumps. he began going harder, faster. her chest moved up and down from every hit, her lips parted as moans escaped her throat, and her eyes rolled to the back of her head. to him? it was a perfect sight to see.

feeling himself become close to release, he sobbed into her neck, his hips moving harder and messier, "baby, m'so close— cum with me, please.. you can do it," she only nodded her head, her moans becoming broken as she clawed at his back, "f-fuck!" she released onto him, her flesh tightening as he felt his knot come undone. his cock twitched inside of her whilst his cum spilt inside. their cum mixed as it began to drip out, soaking both of their thighs and the mattress.

even if he was still sensitive, he couldn't help but continue thrusting his hips. tip pushing against her— equally as sensitive— walls, whimpers and mumbled whines escaped her throat, "i know baby," hushing her with a gentle kiss on her lips, "m'sorry but you feel so good.." he mumbles, lips finding their way to her neck, kissing and nibbling on the skin, "let me cum in you one more time, please?"

although, both of them knew he wasn't going to stop after the second time— especially when all he could think about was staying buried deep and breeding her full. but with that pleading tone and his moving cock, how was she supposed to say no?

#vonne inc. #yandere #male yandere #yandere x reader #fem reader #jjk #jujitsu kaisen #gojo satoru #geto suguru #toji fushiguro #aot x reader #aot #snk #levi ackerman #eren yeager #jean kirstein #obey me x reader #obey me #omswd #omswd lucifer #obey me mammon #omswd satan #obey me diavolo #chainsaw man #csm #csm denji #csm aki #cod x reader #cod mw2 #call of duty

[levisforgottentea]

Jean brain rot after s4‼️

Riding this man until u can’t no more fr omfg and your thighs just slowly give up while he’s leant comfortably against a stack of pillows, his shirt barely above his bellybutton and a cigarette between his long fingers.

He takes a draw as he coos at you, chuckling at the sight of you falling apart. And once you stop bouncing, he grips your hips so fucking hard.

“Never said you could stop now did I, baby doll?”

#male reader #attack on titan #shingeki no kyojin #aot #gn reader #jean kirstein #jean x reader #aot x male reader #aot jean #snk scenarios #jean kirschstein #jean kirschtein smut #aot smut #smut???

[postwarlevi]

Under a Harvest Moon

Content: Just under 1100 words of a domestic fluffy evening with any male character you'd like (might be a little Levi coded, just don't squint too hard hehe)

Note: My (first?) official contribution to my Under a Harvest Moon collab and the second of my (late) September prompts winners. Enjoy!

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"Afternoon my love!" You skip down the driveway to meet your husband who has come home from work.

He smiles and pulls you into a hug and kiss, holding your waist as you go back inside.

"How was your day?" You ask, taking his coat and hanging it up once in the house.

"Same as always. Missed you lots." He kisses your cheek again, going to the kitchen for a drink.

"I've made dinner already." You pull out your meal from the oven and place it on the stove to show him.

"Mmm, smells delicious." He takes a fork and digs in while it's still in the pan.

"You know what today is?" You ask excitedly, grinning at him.

He pretends to think about it and goes to the calendar. He does know of course, but likes to tease you.

"Hmm, the largest moon of the year perhaps?" He taps the date on the calendar.

"That's right! The harvest moon is tonight!" You exclaim, throwing your arms around him.

You have recently moved to a spot that would be perfect for autumn and have been waiting to celebrate the changing of the seasons.

He chuckles and looks at his watch.

"Well, let's go celebrate then. We'll go up to the hillside and watch it rise."

"Really? That sounds wonderful and cozy!" You already start planning the evening.

"And maybe a little cold." He reminds you to get a blanket as you begin to race around and gather things.

While you leave the kitchen, he begins to scoop servings of the dinner you made into containers to take along with you, along with some waters and snacks, and makes a hot spiced tea to put in a thermos.

It's not long before you have two tote bags full of things for your adventure.

You both change into comfortable clothing, warm and cozy, ready to brace the rising moon.

"Ready to go, my pumpkin?" He asks, patting your head playfully and taking the totes.

You laugh at his playfulness and nod. "Yep! All set!"

It's not too far to the hillside, but walking with the totes might be uncomfortable. However bringing the car doesn't sound right either.

"Say, how about we attach the wagon to the back of the bike and ride up?" He comes up with.

Your eyes light up at the idea and you agree. "That sounds perfect!"

You get your bikes out of the garage and hook the wagon to the back of his and set all your belongs in. Locking up the house you set off for the hillside.

It's a nice scenic route full of trees and flowers getting ready for fall. The pathway leading up makes it easy to maneuver but it gets a little tough near the top.

You both get off your bikes and push your way up to the hill.

"Oh wow!" You smile, tired but happy. It's going to be a beautiful evening.

The sun is just setting and the cooler air is coming in now. You park the bikes on the hill and set out a blanket while your husband gets out your meal.

"Happy fall, beautiful." He kisses your cheek as you make a toast and sip your warm spiced tea, then eat the dinner you had made earlier as the sun finishes setting.

As you both talk about your day and all the things you want to do this weekend, you're joined by a few other couples as dusk comes. They are a respectable distance away so everyone can enjoy their own small party.

You put the light sweater on you were reminded to bring and lay your head on your loves shoulder as darkness falls and only the stars and rising moon, along with distant city lights, provide enough illumination for the evening.

"Here, brought some cakes." He says, pulling sweet, snacky items from the tote.

You grin and take one and munch. "Thank you."

"It's so peaceful out here." He says quietly, enjoying the surrounding environment almost as much as your company.

"I'm so glad we're here." You whisper back, kissing his chin, sighing happily as he pulls you in for a hug.

No words are needed between you. The moon rises higher and you pull out a couple small pillows and lay back, the moonlight soon lighting up the sky and earth just as well and more charming then the lights of the city could. Out here on the open hilltop, even with a few others around you, it makes you feel like the only two people that exist.

"You know, it'll look even brighter in the early morning. Unless you wanna sleep out here, let's head back and get in a few hours. I'll wake you." He tells you, breaking the silence.

You contemplate actually staying out here all night, chuckling when he nudges you to get the thought out of your head. That's hours from now.

"Okay, let's head back." You agree, and stand to pack up your things.

You walk the bikes back down the hill and hop on and turn on a flashlight to help guide you on the pathway back to the house.

Putting the bikes away, you clean everything out of the totes and get cozy in the bed. An alarm is set a few hours from now and in the meantime you fall asleep happy in each others arms.

You're pulled out of sleep just after 530am, yawning and sitting up. You can always take a nap in a little bit.

Putting on robes and fuzzy slippers, you head to the porch with cups of apple cider and are in awe at how bright it is.

It is not only the last supermoon of the year, but the harvest moon of autumn, and even with some of the lights around you, it's still the most brilliant.

"Happy autumn." Your husband pulls you close on the loveseat, kissing your temple.

The moon sets just a bit later and as dawn comes you finish your cider and go inside.

Putting the cups in the sink you turn to him to suggest heading back to bed for a bit and are surprised to see he beat you to it.

You hurry to your room and pull off your robe, laughing as he's already waiting in bed with open arms and a smile of his own.

#aot #attack on titan #fluff #aot fluff #domestic fluff #unassigned character short #unassigned male character #under a harvest moon #harvestmoonaotcollab #aot x reader #attack on titan x reader #erwin smith #levi ackerman #jean kirstein #miche zacharias #eren jaeger #armin arlert #connie springer #reiner braun #porco galliard

[iliumheightnights]

Might be a little... rique, but here goes nothing: Jean Kirstein's reaction to coming home after a long day working with the survey corps and seeing his boyfriend laying on the bed in just some boxers?

Jean is so tired when he walks through the door. Fighting Titans is a hard thing to do. Besides, he never knows if he's coming back. There is no guarantee of that.

When Jean walks through the door and sees his boyfriend laying on the bed in only his boxers he freezes. He can't keep his eyes off M/n's undergarments. "Welcome home!"

Jean finally smirks. "I see you got all dressed up for me." He then kisses M/n before stripping and climbing into bed with him. Now if anything happens who knows, jean is tired, but no matter what the two of them are going to be together in that moment.

#aot #attack on titan #jean kirstein #x male reader #x male!reader #male reader #male!reader

[ambrosialdesire]

I saw your post about yandere Levi so I was wondering what your thoughts would be on yandere Jean? (I’m ngl I can’t really picture him as a yandere but he’s so fine.)

to this day, i think his s4 hair is still kinda goofy (pls don't come for me haha it's simply my opinion, maybe it's because i'm still used to his old hair lolol)

my thoughts on yandere jean are kinda standard. as of now, i can only see him as a yandere that's not going to have much changes to his personality, whether or not the reader is an enemy or on his side. yeah if you're an enemy, he's first going to be a little hesitant on making a move on you but regardless, his outcome/methods are the same. he's not my most favorite character but i do like him and his character. back in middle school, i used to be OBSESSED with reading eren x reader x jean because of the conflict LMAO

sorry this is kinda short compared to my levi post, guess i gotta write more yandere!jean if i want to get used to his character haha

again this is sorta written as a gender neutral reader but it's also slightly implied to be a fem reader.

tw: manipulation, inappropriate touching, possessive behavior, implied non-con, jealousy themes

anyways back to yandere jean explanation. for me, he's not the one that's going to strike first. he’s the one that’s gonna wait it out till the end, but he will have his influences in order to get what he wants. he's cunning and observant, using what he's seen and known so he can properly manipulate. to the untrained eye, it seems that he's just cocky about being able to do this but he's secretly nervous and doubtful in his abilities, constantly thinking if what he's doing is morally correct. he's still as temperamental as he was when he was a trainee but it now eats him on the inside; he doesn't express his anger that much anymore but his jealousy is at a consistent all time high.

to his friends and other soldiers, jean just seems like normal jean. sure, he's a little overprotective and tends to move you away from the others so it would be just the two of you. sure, he may tell you things about your friends that make you think twice on why you're still talking to them. sure, sometimes you can feel his hands wander a little more than you're used to. but that's only because he knows what's best for you, right? jean promises he's everything but a dishonest man, he's only looking out for you!

jean is also known to be quite the daydreamer too, imagining a homely life with you despite the circumstances going around in the world around him. he loves the thought of you and him being all domestic, a child on your hip while you waited for dinner to finish before he came home from work. sometimes the daydreams wander into something more steamy but it's always quickly cut short because of the others interrupting it. he swears to god that everyone has it out for him whenever he has a daydream about you, like it's some kind of sixth sense.

he's always going to be a little mean to you, always teasing you but he always means well (in his standards at least). i wouldn't say he's a complete tsundere about his feelings but he definitely flirts, feeling embarrassed in secret about it afterwards. remember, he may seem confident on the outside but he always feels a little doubtful internally. he's definitely a force to mess with whenever someone else tries to flirt with you, he has a bite behind his bark at all times.

but when jean gets jealous, it quite literally takes over him. it's always a sickly, crawling feeling that resonates in the pit of his stomach to the edges of his fingertips. his temper is ten times worse too and he gets super insecure, to the point where he'll just straight up grab you and pull you into somewhere that's seclude enough to fuck you raw. he always puts in jabs about if the other person is better than he is and if the kindness he gave to you meant nothing at all. the hate-fucking always leaves you a sobbing mess, begging for his forgiveness and blubbering about how you only wanted him. then and only then will he comfort you, kissing your tears away and quietly apologizing, again repeating that everything he does to you is for your own good.

#love-reply #tw: yandere #tw: noncon #yandere #yandere attack on titan #yandere aot #yandere shingeki no kyojin #yandere jean kirstein #yandere jean #yandere jean x reader #yandere x female reader #yandere male x reader #yandere male #yandere x reader #yandere drabble #attack on titan drabbles #shingeki no kyojin drabbles #jean kirstein #jean kirstein x reader #jean x reader #gender neutral reader

[crisalidaseason]

Mad Guerrila and Irritatingly Logical Commander

Part two of my Commander and Guerrila story. Corrections were made because Tumblr hates me

Summary: Armin comes back half a year after the encounter with the guerrilla. He misses them, but not the only one who does. Tags: mentions of political persecution, mostly light hearted and attempt to be funny, just a sprinkle of angst, Armin fakes confidence a lot, Armin is a little sassy, reader is chaos, reader is conflicted, reader has a fake name (Kai), Arthur is a father figure for everyone, you love the braus family. Jean and Connie (they are TW)

Armin watched as the ship docked and the eager passengers started to leave in a chaotic hurry. Eldia was never crowded with visitors, but the amount of ships was still bizarre for such a small and extremely vigilant island. Armin could never really say that he missed that place, it had lost the sense of home years ago, when all the ties to that land left him wounded. The only reason he was still stepping foot there had to do with Mikasa, to check on her safety and well being. Of course, he also had the agreements to fulfill and the endless reports to narrate to the army. He hated that every visit had his neck on a rope, but there was nothing he could do about that.

“Hey, we should hurry” Jean stopped beside him “the sooner we report, the faster we get to visit Mikasa”

Armin nodded, sighing deeply. He went to his private and small room on the ship to collect his luggage and walked towards the ship’s disembarkation spot. Jean was already waiting for him, alongside Reiner and Connie.

“Pieck and Annie?” the blond asked.

Connie pointed to the pier area, where the two women waited for them. Armin could not blame them, crossing the ocean for so long was taking a tool on all of them. That three month trip back to Eldia was the longest they ever went through. Armin joined his comrades, leaving the ship and heading towards the two women. A few employees of the small harbor were beside them and soon the workers were offering to put their belongings in a relatively new auto.

“Queen Historia’s guests, am I right?” one of the men asked “we were requested to take you to the main headquarters”

Armin tried not to grunt out of frustration and let go of his luggage so the man could take it. He was hoping that the army would not ask for more than a few hours of his attention, but Armin guessed that luck was never on his side. He motioned for Annie and Pieck to approach and the group divided themselves into two autos. The trip was short, about 15 minutes, but enough to irritate the former commander since the engine was too warm and noisy. Also, the driver seemed to make everything on their power to shake the auto around and hit every bump on the street.

“Here we are” the driver said, with a strange voice.

Armin left the car, adjusting his clothes. He turned to take his luggage and almost had a heart attack once he glanced at the driver’s profile. Whatever noise of surprise he was about to let out was strongly drowned.

What are they doing here?!

“Thank you” Jean said to the driver, oblivious to Armin’s sudden frozen frame.

The driver had a thick beret and a standard harbor staff uniform. But Armin could recognize that profile in an instant, never able to forget that face.

“Armin, you’re okay?” Jean touched his shoulder.

Snapping back to reality, he took his luggage, eyes deviating from the not-really-stranger.

“Thank you” he said to the driver.

Armin wanted to scream. How was he supposed to concentrate on anything knowing that the guerrilla was his driver?

He saw the small and discreet smirk on their face before they restarted the engine and left. Armin shook his head and entered the building, feeling like his feet were made of clouds, the companions giving him concerned looks but not asking anything. The army greeted them and directed their belongings to the many rooms in the headquarters. Soon, they were locked in a meeting room, where everyone spent the afternoon giving a report. Armin had to focus really hard not to be incoherent, mind still on the driver, while Jean gave his report of the latest agreement with the south meridian countries. Armin could only think about how to find the guerrilla again.

Did they work as a driver or…was that just for Armin? He wanted to believe the latter, but there was no way they knew his party would arrive today.

Were they insane? Probably yes. Parading themselves into military territory as if they were not a political enemy, one that almost died from a bullet wound months ago.

“Mr. Arlert” a voice brought him back. The eldian army’s commander looked at him as if he was a stupid little insect on his way.

Armin had memorized the auto’s appearance, maybe he could find them by searching for the machine? He had to. Now that fate gave him a sight of their face, Armin had to see them again.

“Yes, sir” Armin replied, trying to play the usual composure.

“We must have a response from the east islands as soon as possible, look into that”

Armin nodded. Holding his tongue to not insult the man in front of him. Finally, the meeting was declared finished when the last sun rays were already leaving.

“We should eat something” Pieck suggested “maybe going out for a homemade meal nearby, I genuinely don’t want to have dinner with the soldiers”

Armin nodded, the other ones also agreeing. A few minutes later, the group of six were sharing a meal in a small inn, where a young girl was singing and playing some percussion instrument that Armin was not familiar with. The ambience was calm and the group could almost forget about their tiring day and heavy burden of duty. The former commander could say he was finally enjoying a meal for the first time in ages, watching as Annie and Pieck made fun of Connie’s lack of table manners, even if they were both just as bad. Jean was calmly eating, Reiner laughing at Connie’s antics but also keeping a calmer stance. Armin never grew close to Reiner or Pieck, but he could recognize their effort. Mostly, he was closer to Jean and maybe Annie, when she was not being insufferable with him. Looking at his comrades, he imagined if the mad-guerrilla had moments like these.

Did they have occasional dinners with their comrades?

Are their friends still alive?

Are they able to just be publicly laughing and enjoying music like Armin was?

He imagined many of those answers were a dry and sad No. He looked around, hoping that any moment he would see that familiar face come inside the inn, sit beside him and talk the night away. A delusional part of Armin wanted to take them to dinner, only the two of them, sharing things about themselves and laughing. Armin wanted to know their favorite food, the books they liked the most, their saddest moments, the happy memories. That was so stupid, he should not be so attached to someone that still remained unnamed to him.

“Come on, let’s head back” Jeans voice brought him back “You’re getting too wild, Connie”

Their journey back to the headquarters was filled with Connie and Jean’s bickering. Armin could not help but remember a third person in between them, a sad reminder that things were incomplete. He accompanied Pieck and Annie to their room for safety measures, wishing them a good night and rest, and after making sure the others were safe in their rooms he finally headed to his own. It was small with no windows, probably nothing more than a regular captain’s room, which Armin was not upset about but he could see the mockery the military made of him. Every time he came to this forsaken island, the extremists made sure to humiliate his revoked status. Armin shook his head, choosing not to dwell into those thoughts, he opened his bag to fetch some sleeping clothes and found a piece of paper inside.

You look very handsome in tailored clothing. It was nice seeing you again. Don’t look for me!!

When did this happen? How did they even slip a paper inside his bag? And how dare they just appear in Armin’s life, completely spin his world, and just say “don’t look for me”?

Armin changed his clothes and laid in bed, taking the piece of paper with him. He looked at the handwriting, not dainty but not bad either, just a common handwriting. The ink had horrible quality, which made Armin fear that the message would not last much longer on the paper. He wanted to keep it forever. Turning the paper, he almost missed a faint scribble mark on the back. Now, his years sending small letters to Mikasa during cadet training were enough to teach him some things. He took a small piece of charcoal from his writing kit, softly gliding it on the surface of the paper, revealing a hidden message.

What’s the dumbest place to die?

He smiled, too big of a smile for his own good. That guerrilla might be mad, but he was the one losing his mind.

---

You were feeding Pots when the young boy called you.

“Dad told me to warn you that they arrived”

Ivan left just as quickly as he came, leaving you an anxious mess.

“Wish me luck, roommate” you said to the horse.

You closed the horse stall, slowly making your way to the front of the stable. You did not come often to Arthur’s farm, but when you did he always left the horse feeding duties to you.

“payment for the blood I had to clean” he told you when you visited him after the incident.

You gladly did it. Whatever payment you could give Arthur would never compare to the mercy he offered not only to you, but to many other people. He had a long history of harboring runaways there and he had been doing so for a while. You tried to visit him as much as you could, warning the Braus family of any attacks your people were elaborating, making sure they were not harmed. His big family never asked about your alliance with the rioters, but you knew they were aware of it.

“You grow taller every time I see you” Arthur’s voice could be heard from the stable.

He was speaking to a tall man, with dark blond hair and a rather sparse beard. He was indeed very tall. Beside him, there was another tall and large man, with lighter blonde hair. You did not recognize them at all, but they had the physique of soldiers. You were never enlisted in the corps back in the day, but you saw their training enough to understand how hard it shaped them.

“You’re probably shrinking, old man” the tall dark blond man said.

From the auto parked in front of the house, two beautiful women left alongside a buzzed headed man. The women were on the shorter side, one blonde and the other brunette. You recognized the blond woman, she was one of the reasons your district was ruined years ago during a titan fight. Such a small person and that much damage. You always found it odd how she roamed free amongst her enemies, but you had your fair share of ‘working with the devil’.

“Commander, it’s been a while” Arthur’s voice was excited.

The man that haunted your thoughts was there. Pretty as ever, and handsome at the same time, he stood in an elegant and casual outfit. He looked good in blue, too good for your focus to work properly. You observed as he greeted Arthur, speaking something you could not concentrate on enough. The group entered the home, but Arthur stopped Armin from going inside, whispering something to him. Armin looked in the direction of the stables, nodding to the older man and quickly walking over.

You felt like your heart would give up any moment. Arthur, you son of a-

Trying to calm your drumming heart, you waited for the man to enter the stable. Your eyes refused to leave his beautiful frame while he got closer and closer. He finally opened the wooden gate, looking around and spotting you leaning on the wall.

“Hello, Commander. Good to see you alive” you said.

He just stood there, looking at you as if you were a ghost. Was he always that awkward?

“Did you unlearn how to speak?” you said again.

His surprised expression soon turned upset.

“Are you completely and utterly mad?” he finally replied.

Excuse me? What the actual fuck?

“Excuse me?”

“You are literally a target and the first time I see you again is when your mad self drives me directly into army territory?”

“Oh, that? I do that all the time. How do you think I gather information?”

He threw his hands in the air, flabbergasted.

“You do this often!” he exclaimed.

“Um, yes! That’s exactly how I am able to watch them without being noticed. People don’t look at their drivers” you explained.

He pinched the bridge of his nose, but the smile betrayed his upset feelings.

“This is exactly why you end up bleeding in stables” he mocked you “I received your note, by the way. How did you even slip that into my bag?”

“I have my ways” you said “Did you like my note?”

You could see his cheeks and nose get progressively more red. For someone as handsome and seemingly confident you did not imagine him being so shy regarding compliments, especially when he was so quick to scold you for doing your literal job!

“It’s good to see you well” he said “how’s the wound?”

You lifted your shirt a little, showing him the faint and jagged line that adorned your skin.

“It’s ugly, I filed a formal complaint about the nurse”

He chuckled, shaking his head.

“Formal complaints require a name and, if I recall well, you don’t have a name, Guerrilla”

“I do have one, and stop calling me that!” you complained.

“When you give me a name” he replied “even a-”

“Even a fake one” you completed “not happening, Commander. Besides, I am hungry and Arthur owes me food”

You walked past Armin, making an effort to bump into him, smiling annoyingly once he complained. He soon followed you into the farm house.

“You’re visiting him often?”

“Not really, I still keep a good distance between my visits” you said “just to make sure nobody is on my shadow”

“You had any troubles with the soldiers lately?”

“Not really, I was laying low for a few months. I returned to my duties a few weeks ago” you replied “and what about you? It’s been almost half a year since I saw my personal nurse”

“Diplomatic trips. Always takes too long and the ship trips are endless” he complained, rubbing his neck as if the tiredness still clung to him.

Even in your feverish state a few months ago, you could see he was a very tired man. A tiredness that was not only physical. You knew he was only one or two years older than you, but he acted as if he lived so much more. You guessed it was understandable, sometimes you also felt like you lived too long.

“That seems awful” you were not certain of what to say “but at least you’re back”

“Yes”

He was about to open the front door to you when you stopped him.

“Um, your friends are there. Let’s not mention my…political status?” you said “me and Arthur have a lie made up. I’m his occasional employee”

“Oh, alright” he said “I assume I should keep my nurse activities in secret as well”

“Yes”

He nodded and you let him open the door.

“Excuse me for a moment. I’ll be right back” he said, disappearing into the home.

Odd. You thought. You went to the backyard, where Arthur was preparing the table for dinner, Nicollo nowhere in sight, probably still cooking in the kitchen. You greeted a few of his kids, whose names you never remembered well, but they were nice enough.

“So you decided to join us for dinner this time? I wonder why” Arthur said to you, a stupid grin on his face.

“Shut up” you mouthed to him.

He laughed. You helped him prepare the table by placing all the plates and cutlery. You never stayed for dinner and usually ate whatever plate Arthur gave you on the stables or front porch. He would always invite you to join the table, but you were scared of getting even more attached and always declined. Your gratitude towards the Braus family, Arthur in particular, was already more than enough. The old man seemed to never take it personally though, which you appreciated.

“All done” Arthur said “let's bring the food and call everyone”

Soon enough, dinner was fully set and everyone was already taking their seat. You saw as the other new faces arrived, their eyes focusing on you. Looking at your plate, you avoided looking up and tried to remain as invisible as possible. Joining for dinner was a mistake, all for a boy you were stupidly infatuated with. You had a complicated enough life, adding strange romantic feelings was stupid.

“How rude of me” Arthur’s voice pulled you out of your thoughts “everyone, this is Kai, my helper from time to time”

He put a hand on your shoulder, patting it slightly. He pointed at the new faces, presenting their names to you. Knowing your wonderful memory, you would probably forget or mix them up soon enough.

“Nice to meet you” Armin said “Kai”

He had a very innocent and warm expression. Piece of shit, you were going to slap that pretty face when opportunity came.

---

Armin had a hard time keeping his attention on other people. He wanted to speak openly with one specific person, ask them many questions and sit by them. He could not do it, of course, not without raising any suspicion. Glancing at them from across the table, he noticed that they seemed shy, which was not something Armin expected from them.

Kai. Was it their real name? It did not matter, he thought it fit them even if it was fake.

Mikasa kicked him softly under the table. He looked at his longtime friend, her face questioning and her eyes slightly moving to Kai. Was he that obvious? or just enough for Mika to notice? He just shrugged, turning his attention back to Jean and Connie’s bickering with Ivan.

“Kai, right?” Mikasa’s voice was low, but clear “I saw you around a few times, but I never presented myself. Mikasa”

Armin tried not to choke on his food. He had the sensation Mikasa would make him pay for all the teasing regarding her and Annie’s situationship.

“Pleasure to meet you” they shook Mikasa’s hand, face a little stunned.

Thankfully, their initial conversation was ordinary. He noticed Kai would give many vague answers, probably to preserve their identity, but enough to engage Mikasa. He was slowly dragged into conversation.

“So, are all of you old comrades?” Kai asked at some point.

“Most of us” Armin replied “we all joined in the same year. Although me and Mikasa know one another the longest, about…twelve or thirteen years”

“Wow” Kai replied, face slightly thoughtful.

“A blessing and a curse” Mikasa broke the momentaneous silence “he can be irritatingly logical sometimes”

Kai laughed, agreeing. Anyone outside would not read too much into it, but Armin knew they were recalling their first meeting on the horse stall.

“I also happen to be a very good friend” he replied to Mikasa, slightly kicking her under the table.

Dinner lasted for a few hours, Arthur sent his kids to the main home to prepare for bed while the older ones carried all the dishes back to the outside kitchen. Armin saw as Kai took washing duties. Arthur tried to argue that it was his turn to do it, but they shooed him away.

“Leave, old man” they said “they’re my dishes now”

“Dishes are not a part of your labor contract” he argued.

“We don’t have a contract, besides I’ll be nice and do it for free” Kai replied “to relieve your old knee articulations”

Armin smiled watching the interaction, already aware of the stubborn behavior they sported. He soon took place beside them, with a cloth in hands.

“Let me dry and put the dishes away” Armin whispered, already taking a few plates.

Kai nodded and Armin was the happiest man on earth at that moment. The two stood there, one washing and the other drying the dishes. The kitchen was getting empty, with the others going inside the house, most likely taking their catch up conversations to the living room. Mikasa was still there though, stacking the last dirty dishes next to you.

“Can you two handle it? I’m a little tired today from all the errands” she said.

“Yes” Armin replied “have good night, Mika. Make sure Annie sleeps or else she gets insufferable in the morning”

She pinched him on the side, with enough strength to bend him a little. He could not help tease her about Annie, though. He smiled at her in an apologetic way, wishing her a good night.

“Hi” he said once Mikasa left.

“Hey” Kai replied.

The only sound was the water flowing from the tap and the laughter in the distance. Occasionally, Armin’s elbows would brush on their arms, sending stupid warm sensations to his body. Once the dishes were done, he leaned on the counter, not sure of what to do.

“We should go back to the house” Kai said.

“I know” he said.

None of them moved. He was looking at his shoes and glancing at Kai from time to time. Everything was so stupid and awkward and pretty. He hated it.

“It was fun” he finally said “to be able to talk to you again”

“Yes” they said.

He stood straight, slightly bouncing on his feet and thinking about getting closer. Kai seemed to read that and spared him the decision, stepping in his direction.

“Are you…staying?” they asked.

“A few weeks probably” he said “I'll leave for some representative meetings but I’m always coming back here whenever I can. To check on Mikasa”

“You two are very close. That’s nice of you, visiting her”

“I suppose, but considering that she is too distracted flirting with my team mate I kinda feel left out” He said “jokes aside, I’ll be around more often”

He wanted Kai to know how much he longed to see them more often.

“Then you’ll probably see me a few more times” Kai said.

“I am counting on that”

The two fell silent again. Armin wondered if he said too much, if he crossed any limits with that. He was not dumb, he was confident that they at least had a small interest in him, but doubts were always a presence in his life.

“Armin…” they paused, looking down at their feet. Their hands moved strangely, as if they did not know what to do with them.

He encouraged them to speak. Kai lifted their head, looking Armin in the eyes and stepping closer again. He felt his breath trap within his chest, his heart drumming.

“I never properly expressed my gratitude the first time. I know I called your sewing abilities ugly, and they are, but I am genuinely thankful for what you did”

He smiled. He wondered if they did that on purpose or if brutal honesty was just their personality. It did not seem intentional sometimes.

“Anyway, I just wanted you to know that I would be glad to…know you more”

“So do I” he said “as long as you want to, of course”

A few long moments passed, where both just stood there facing one another.

“We should get inside, It’s getting colder” they said.

“We should” he agreed.

Nobody moved. Armin had been much physically closer to Kai before, when they were injured, but that moment felt too intimate. He felt a strange trance that would not let him move away, but only push them closer.

“Wow. You’re very close” Kai said.

Armin immediately took a step back. Feeling like he did something wrong.

“I’m so sorry-”

“No, No, you idiot. I didn’t mean-” Kai sighed loudly, stepping closer again “How many more signs I’ll have to send you?”

Signs? Were they thinking the same he was thinking? Or was Armin foolishly delusional and thinking something completely inaccurate?

“Do you know what a kiss is or you’ve been too long in the military?” Kai spat, crossing their arms.

Armin held no single coherent thought in his head. They were thinking what he was thinking, but what would happen then? He had never daydreamed this far. He was not stupid, he had a few romantic interactions before, but none had the same connection he was building with Kai. Armin lacked any substantial flirting abilities.

“I think I broke him” they said again, waving their hand in front of Armin’s face.

“Sorry, I just…” Armin stuttered “Um. You’re just very bold and I’m so lost”

“Mikasa said you were irritatingly logical” they replied “what would the next irritatingly logical step now?”

He was a disaster. The chance to woo gracefully was already destroyed, he might as well be awkward.

“I would ask you politely if I can give you a kiss”

Kai grinned, trying to hide it behind their hand.

“You’re so stupid, but so so adorable” they said “I demand a kiss on the lips, Commander. Now”

He chuckled, cooling his warm and red face with his hands. It did not help and his face was still very much red when he softly kissed that absolutely mad guerrilla under the orange lamp of the outside kitchen.

#armin aot #armin arlert #armin fanfiction #armin x reader #armin x you #armin x yn #armin x gnreader #armin x male reader #armin x fem reader #mikasa ackerman #connie #jean kirstein

[anystalker707]

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❦︎ Heartache | Reiner x [gn] Reader | Oneshot

Summary: Reiner doesn't understand those things you make him feel. Tags: Reiner is actually very soft / Lots of kissing !

❦︎ Behind locked doors | Reiner x [gn] Tybur! Reader | Oneshot

Summary: You just want to have fun with that damn hot soldier. Tags: Forbidden relationship kinda thing / Penetration (no gendered description) / Choking / Harsh / One line of dirty talk

↳ ❦︎ Behind locked doors (2/2) | Reiner x [gn / afab] Tybur! Reader | Oneshot

Summary: Not only a toy, but now a lover. Tags: Transmasc friendly / use of pussy / breeding kink / impregnation kink / Forbidden relationship/ Penetration (no gendered description) / Harsh / Dirty talk

#attack on titan #shingeki no kyojin #reiner braun #eren yeager #jean kirstein #levi ackerman #x reader #x male reader #x female reader

[hangeswife69]

“Fuck y/n.” Jean moans as y/n rides him her breast moving with every movement she makes. “Shit you feel so good.” Jean says as he begins to thrust up into you. “F-fuck Jean.” You moan as you feel him to hit your g-spot. “Right there-don’t stop-s-shit.” You moan feeling the knot in you stomach grow.

——- back out of jeans dream 😘

Jean jolts up. “No way…” Jean says as he looks over at your sleeping figure. You looked so peaceful nothing like that dream. Your lewd expressions still flashing through his mind. “Shit how am I going to take car of “it” now.” Jean sighs to himself slowing getting off the bed to go take care of his friend. Though he thought you didn’t notice you did. You woke up feeling is presence gone. “We’re did he go?” You say getting up to go find him. You go up to the restroom seeing the light turned on. Through before you could even open the door you start to hear noises. And being the nosey person you are you put your ear against the door to hear. “What for all I know he could be cheating on me his WIFE.” You say into the imaginary camera. “F-fuck y/n.” You hear Jean say clearly it was a moan. “Wtf.” You say taking your ear off the door. He’s jerking off…..without me… you stay there for a minute thinking what you should do. Though you began to feel yourself growing impatient you began to feel horney hearing all of his lewd sounds he makes as he pleasures himself. You walk to the door opening it to be met with a worn out looking Jean. “SHIT Y/N WHEN DID YOU GET HERE!” Jean says worried trying to cover himself up feeling guilty that you caught him. “Helping.” You say walking up to him removing the oversized shirt you wore and underwear. You take jeans hand leading him to the bed. You then push him into the bed getting on top of him. Though with a twist instead of going to pleasure him right away you of course had to put yourself first. You place your dripping cunt right in his face lowering yourself down. Jean has no complains and hooks his hands under legs your thighs pulling you down. “Fuck.” You moan as you feel jeans mouth latch onto your dripping cunt. Your hips begin to move riding his face as his tounge moves down to your hole. “Shit Jean I’m close. You say moving faster and so did he allowing you to reach your climax. “Fuck faster.” You moan trying to chase your orgasm. You grip onto his hair releasing on his mouth your legs shaking as you cum. Jean then licks up every last bit pulling you off his face. You were panting still but still had energy. You move yourself onto Jean to ride him. But he then twist you making your back face him instead. “How about you bounce that ass on my dick yeah.” Jean says into your ear you nod he then inserts himself into you you moan feeling his cock filling you up. Before you could even adjust Jean grips your hips and makes you move. You moan trying to get a grip on the sheets so you can begin moving properly. After awhile you gain composure and start to left yourself up and down with help from Jean. You breast move with each thrust and you moan loudly from the feeling of him continuously hitting your g-spot. “F-fuck Jean fuck me faster please.” You moan out Jean grips for neck and flips you doggy style. He then inserts himself back in and thrust in and out and a violent paste. “Shit you like that going crazy over my cock yeah.” Jean says pulling your hair lifting you up. “SHIT YES YES JEAN.” You moan as jeans hand moves down and starts to play with your clit. “Whats my name baby?” Jean says moving faster “f-fuck daddy.” “That’s right how about you cum all over daddy’s cock yeah.” Jean says into your ear moving his hand faster. “Cumming!” You moan cumming on his dick. Jeans movements don’t stop though. “J-Jean please I can’t.” You whimper tears starting to form. “Take it like the slut you are.” Jean says moving even faster then before. “P-please.” You say tears streaming down your face. His hand on you clit moves faster in response sending into your third orgasm. “Fuck I’m gonna cum.” You say”cum with me.” Jean says thrust getting sloppy you then cut on his dick for a second time. Not soon after Jean cums inside you. “Fuck you did so good baby good girl.” He praises in your ear as you slowly drift to sleep in his arms

#jean kirschtein scenarios #fanfic #smut #tongue #attack on titan #female x male #jean kirstein #jean x reader #smut smut smut

[kissagii]

𝕘𝕠𝕠𝕕 𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕘 - 𝕛𝕖𝕒𝕟 𝕜𝕚𝕣𝕤𝕔𝕙𝕥𝕖𝕚𝕟 𝕩 𝕞𝕒𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕖𝕣

currently thinking about wholesome domestic mornings as jean's fiancé... this has been sitting in my drafts for like a month lol

pronouns: he/him

warnings: small mention of burning (just the food lol)

fem-aligned readers dni

Jean woke up at exactly 6:30, his internal clock immaculate. The earliest rays of sunlight were just barely peeking through the curtains of the room he shared with Y/n, his fiancé. He was still fast asleep, clinging onto Jean with a deathly tight hold. When Jean attempted to move, Y/n mumbled protests. Well, he wouldn’t be heading off anytime soon. 

Jean lay back down, wrapping his arms around the smaller man. He looked so adorable. Not that he didn’t look adorable anyways, but something about his peaceful expression was endearing.

“Morning sweetheart,” Jean said quietly, morning voice rough. Y/n began to open his e/c eyes, giving Jean a grin in response. “Can you let go of me? I need to make breakfast.”

“No,” Y/n mumbled in reply, tightening his death grip and smushing his face into Jean's chest. Jean took that as a no. Not that he minded - a few extra minutes of cuddles wouldn’t hurt anyone. “I love you.”

“Love you too sweetheart,” Jean wrapped one arm around Y/n’s waist, pulling hiim closer. The other hand ran through Y/n’s soft hair.

“I can’t believe we’re getting married. It feels like just yesterday you were the scary angry guy that sat across the café. And now you’re my giant teddy bear,” Y/n smiled up at Jean, the area around his eyes crinkling softly.

“One thing hasn’t changed - you’re still the handsome man I’m smitten with,” Jean responded, causing a flush of red across Y/n’s cheeks.

“Aww babyy,” Y/n buried his face again.

“But it’s true,” He planted a kiss on Y/n’s forehead. “Can I go now though? I’ll make you pancakes,” Jean whispered, hoping that the promise of his favorite breakfast would be enough of a bribe.

“Pancakes?” Y/n’s eyes lit up. Jean wormed out of the bed and headed for the kitchen, not bothering to put on a shirt. Pajama pants would be good enough. Right as he was beginning to mix up the batter, Jean felt a pair of arms wrapping around him. So Y/n was awake after all. He placed his head on the honey-haired boy’s shoulder, peeking over at the counter.

“Where’s your shirt?” Y/n asked, innocently.

“Don’t pretend you haven’t seen me in less,” Jean teased, coaxing a red flush from Y/n. He turned, leaving the batter to rest for a minute.

“I mean… it’s not like I mind or anything. You’re hot,” Y/n said, looking away shyly. Still shy, after all this time.

“I could say the same about you,” Jean said, pressing a kiss to his fiancé’s forehead yet again. 

“I like it when you’re nice,” Y/n said sweetly, leaning his head against Jean's chest.

“Am I usually not nice?” 

“Well… you’re just… a little prickly. Like a cactus. I like cacti. And I really like you baby.”

“I love you too, sweetheart,” Jean gave Y/n another kiss on the forehead before turning his attention back to the pancakes. Y/n didn’t let go, even as Jean walked across the kitchen. “Are you going to let go? Or do I have to make breakfast with you clinging onto me like a koala?” Jean joked as he poured out the first few pancakes.

“Need hugs.”

“Alright then,” Jean said, turning around to face his h/c-haired partner and pressing a kiss to his lips. Y/n kissed back softly, sweetly, not awake enough for anything else. It was nice, though the gentleness was a stark contrast to Jean's usual passion. But something about messy-haired, bleary-eyed, early morning Y/n coaxed out the young man’s gentle side. He would have been content standing with Y/n all morning, giving soft kisses and whispering sweet nothings. He almost did.

And then Jean smelled something burning. He whipped around, shocking Y/n, to find that the pancakes had started to burn. He flipped them quickly, trying desperately to save them.

“Sweetheart, you made me burn the pancakes,” Jean protested.

“Morning affection is more important than food. But you get the burnt ones,” Y/n teased. Why did he have to be so adorable? Jean really was smitten.

#{🍄 - mushrooms} #i continue to not know how to spell this man's last name #jean x reader #jean kirschstein #jean kirschtein x reader #jean kirstein #jean kirstein x reader #jean x male reader #jean kirstein x male reader #jean kirschtein x male reader #attack on titan x reader #attack on titan x male reader #aot x reader #aot x male reader #jean fluff #jean kirschtein fluff #jean kirstein fluff

[t0yac1d]

Cameras (Multiple Characters x F!Reader)

I wanna get freaky on camera, I love when we get freaky on camera

Warnings: Smut, teasing, finger sucking, oral (male receiving), the slightest bit of choking

Notes: Just a little something while I finish up some requests, enjoy my loves! Also there's like no fucking way that my story on Wattpad, which contains all of these and more, got removed the other day...I'm losing my mind over here babes.

Word Count: 404

Thinking about how these men would actually be so obsessed and mesmerized by how you look that they just have to record and praise you.

They'll tell you just how pretty you are while also pushing up your skirt, showing the camera your pretty panties while pointing out the wet spot in the middle of them.

They'd push open your legs and tease you through your panties, focusing the camera on your clothed cunt. They'll move their hand up your body, camera following, as they squeeze and grab at your tits.

They'll ask you to take your shirt off while they push your panties aside, one of their fingers playing with your clit. They'd move the camera to focus on your face,

"Such a pretty girl..pretty, pretty, pretty.." They'd mumble, free hand moving back up your body and caressing your face. They'd run their thumb against your bottom lip and tell you to open up for them. You'd take their thumb in your mouth, sucking on it while making eye contact with them through the camera.

Their eyes would dilate and their jaw would go slack. You're just so fucking pretty.

"Wanna put on a show? Wanna show 'em how you suck on cock?"

You'd smile and pull their pants and boxer briefs down in one pull, taking their hard cock in your mouth.

Their moans can be heard clearly in the video. Their hand moved to the back of your head, just resting on top while they watched as you took him in your mouth like the good girl you are.

In all honesty, it didn't take him long before he cumming down your throat and all over your face.

The way you look up at him while sucking on his cock, and the way you give a little smile while doing so just ruins him. You make him weak.

You looked up at him, making eye contact, but not through the camera, no, over it. You look up at him with his cum decorating your face and tongue.

He stopped the recording and threw the camera on the bed. His hand wrapped around your throat and he pulled you in for a sloppy kiss. He tasted his cum that sat on your tongue, some of the cum that was on your face spread on his. He loves when you look so messy, face covered in his cum.

"Such a fucking pretty girl."

Eren Yeager. Jean Kirstein. Kazuichi Souda. Nagito Komaeda. Rantaro Amami. Tengen Uzui. Akaza. Tetsurou Kuroo. Yuu Nishinoya. Ryuu Tanaka. Kei Tsukishima. Rintarou Suna. JJ Maybank. Billy Loomis. Carl Gallagher. Satoru Gojo. Kento Nanami. Fushiguro Toji. Mike Wheeler. Eddie Munson. Carl Grimes. Elliot. AND MORE!

#fluff #smut #smut smut smut #smutty #smut smut fic #fem reader #female reader #aot smut #kaidou shun smut #dr2 goodbye despair #demon slayer smut #haikyuu smut #jj maybank smut #billy loomis smut #carl gallagher smut #jjk smut #stranger things smut #carl grimes smut #elliot euphoria #and more

[eli0004]

Fuck me With Feelings

Pairing: Fwb!Jean Kirstein x reader

Genre: Smut

Summary: Jean and reader have been casually fucking, but Jean quickly learns that the whole no strings attached thing isn’t working for him. After confessing to reader, he’s unsatisfied with her response, but neglects to say anything and resumes their meetups as usual. He quickly finds out how badly he misunderstood, when the two of them engage in some very heavy, passionate and emotional sex on the kitchen floor.

Contains: marijuana usage, fem!reader, unprotected sex, fwb arrangement, praise, slight overstimulation, jean talks too much, biting, possessiveness, pining, jean is in love and SO soft for reader, fluffy shit, yk…the usual, no power dynamics.

“Wait…grab me the salt” You speak, lowering the cookbook to look at the tall male standing in front of you.

“Salt.” Jean announces as he sets the small white shaker on the counter beside you. You nod curtly, glancing at him out of the corner of your bleary red eyes with a smile as you turn back to the mixing bowl in front of you. Time is moving in slow motion, and all you can think about is getting some food in your stomach.

“Thanks. Now, it says we’re supposed to pour the mixture into the pan? Wait…shit, aren’t we supposed to butter the pan first?”

The two of you look at each other in shared confusion for a moment, before he begins laughing. You scoff in annoyance, rolling your eyes and shoving the cook book towards him to see for himself.

“Jesus Jean, can you be serious for 5 minutes?” You glare. The sandy-blonde stops laughing and looks at you with an unreadable expression, brown eyes glimmering with mischief before you both erupt in laughter.

As the giggles die out, he pokes at your side, causing you to jump in surprise, before stepping away from the counter.

“Alright alright, out of the way.” He sighs happily, taking the bowl from your hand. “Just leave it to the professional.” He turns up his nose, grinning playfully, as you roll your eyes and groan at his feigned arrogance. You slap his shoulder as you move away from the counter to change the music playing through your kitchen speaker.

It’s a Friday night, and the rain is coming down in sheets, slamming against your windows aggressively. Jean, dressed in a pair of grey sweats and a black oversized hoodie, had come over earlier in the evening as he has so many times before, although this time in particular, different from the rest. His demeanor had seemed slightly off, and it was clear something was on his mind, though he only seemed frustrated when you’d initially prodded.

The two of you had been seeing each other for months in secret, having mutual friends who would tease you both relentlessly if they found out you two were fucking. Because that’s all it was anyway, just harmless fucking. No strings attached, just blowing off steam. There wasn’t any need to announce it, and the both of you would’ve rather kept your business to yourselves anyway.

As time went on, however, Jean found himself hopelessly in love, having accidentally attached all the strings you’d told him to leave unattached. Your twinkling eyes, your sweet smile, the first thought he thinks in the morning, the last one of the night. Unbeknownst to him, the feeling was mutual, and you’d also quickly found yourself wanting to spend more time together outside of the bedroom. Earlier that morning, in a burst of courage Jean had texted you:

“i don’t think i can keep fucking with no feelings. I’m sorry…i just don’t know how to turn them off.”

Without much thought, you typed out a response:

“Ok…fuck me with feelings then. Duh.”

And that was that. He wasn’t sure what to make of it, stomach in knots all day, and a permanent frown etched onto his face. He felt defeated, stupid, for thinking he could stay away from you even if you didn’t feel the same.

The day progressed as usual, Jean arrived at your place 8 PM as usual, the two of you got violently high together as usual. By midnight, hungry and handsy, the two of you ended up in the kitchen trying to follow a recipe for skillet gnocchi, despite your altered cognitive abilities.

“Professional” Jean Kirstein is actually pretty good at cooking when he isn’t stoned out of his mind. But the task at hand is proving to be difficult now. The man stares at the skillet on the stove in confusion as you flip through your Spotify playlist. Recognizing the silence, you turn to him and glance over his shoulder.

“Everything ok over there?” You ask, raising a brow.

“Nothing is happening.” He states, matter of factly.

“Did you turn on the stove?”

“Oh..” He blushes furiously, thick brows pulling together as he scratches the back of his neck in embarrassment. “Well, shit” You immediately burst into laughter, slapping his shoulder a second time, affectionately.

“Wow! So “professional” of you!” You all but shout, doubled over against the counter and clutching your stomach. He rolls his hazy honey brown eyes, unamused at your exploitative jokes.

“Yeah yeah, whatever.” He grumbles, turning away from you to find the stove dial. You sigh contentedly as your laughter subsides.

“Oh Jeanbo~ you’re so fucking cute…” you hum mindlessly, gazing at him with a dopey smile.

…

Jean freezes. It’s the first time he’s ever really heard you say something like that, and the affection dripping from your words has his stomach fluttering and his mind reeling. It’s unfair, really, and it irritates him. He turns to look at you in surprise, brows furrowed, eyes meeting yours before he looks to the ceiling. His reddened cheeks puff out as he contemplates a response.

“Uh…you mean that?” He asks, suddenly feeling vulnerable. His eyes scan your face for any signs of dishonesty, wondering if you might be playing with his heart to get what you want from him. The way you’ve been speaking to him tonight is so drastically different than how you’ve been treating him for the last few months. Not that you’ve been treating him poorly, you’ve just never been this open about how you feel towards him. Your words feel deliberate and meaningful whereas before you’d only compliment him like that when your eyes were lust-blown and your hands were all over his body.

“Obviously, i thought we established that this morning” you deadpan, head tilting to the side.

“No, not really, i actually had no idea what to make of it.”

There’s a moment of silence as you two stare at each other, before the realization hits and you begin to feel guilty. Had your message not been as clear as you’d initially hoped it would be? Unsure of what to say, you close your mouth. Jean takes your silence as confirmation, and sighs, shoulders slumping dejectedly, quietly turning back to the stove to turn it on.

Thinking for a moment, you frown, drawing shapes on the countertop with eyes cast down like a kicked puppy. Wiggling out of your seat, you approach him where he stands at the stove, gazing up at him with a soft, nearly sympathetic smile. He doesn’t dare look at you, afraid his burning face will betray him, knocking down his mask of fragile-aloofness.

“Jean…” you tilt your head to the side, hair falling over your shoulder. Bringing a hand to his back, you draw slow, gentle circles there. He shivers, but his silence is unwavering. “Baby~ you know something?” You hum.

Jean glances at you and shrugs, tossing some stuff you don’t care to look at into the pan.

“I think you’re so handsome. I think you’re adorable, and goofy, and sweet. I think anyone would be lucky to be the object of your affection. I feel lucky that i get to be…” you coo at him, your hand dipping below his hoodie to scratch his bare back, how he likes it. He can’t help but smile at your words, blinking slowly as he turns to look down at you, your faces only a few inches apart from each other. “Yeah?” He whispers “go on”

You snort, rolling your eyes playfully at his blatant request for praise, and reach out to click the stove off, having a feeling about where this was going to lead.

“You’re funny, you always make me laugh…“ you whisper “You’re strong” squeezing his bicep slightly with your other hand, you rake your eyes down his body. “So sexy~”

The man’s cheeks are impossibly red, his head is spinning and his body feels like it’s burning up as he listens to you sing his praises. He glances down at your lips, nearly nose to nose with you as he grins. “What else?”

You smirk, beckoning him to turn and face you head on and pressing your body against his own. Your hands place themselves on his chest as you murmur “You’re all mine.”

Something feral snaps within him and he all but attacks your lips, pinning your hips against the counter with his own. Your hands scramble to grab onto the fabric of his hoodie, desperately yanking at it as you peel it off of him. Your lips dance together fervently, pressing against each other with such passion, as if he’s worried you’ll slip away from him if he doesn’t hold you tightly enough.

He shoves his hands under your college sweatshirt, running his warm palms over your bare breasts and brushing his thumbs over your peaked nipples. His touch draws a sharp gasp from your mouth against his lips, and he swallows the sound of it.

You lick against his bottom lip and he accepts it urgently, parting his lips and moving his eager tongue in rhythm with your own. Tangling your hands into the roots of his sandy blonde hair, you push your hips forward to grind against his erection and he throbs, soft, sweet groans muffled against your lips.

Jean grips your waist tightly, pulling you against him as he backs himself up against the counter, sliding down to the floor. Pulling you on top of him, he settles you against his lap, tossing his head back when your lips attach to the column of his throat.

“Fuck baby…fuck” he gasps, feeling you sucking bruises into the skin. All visible places, and he knows why. The possessiveness, the feeling of finally belonging to you, it sends waves of intense arousal coursing through his bloodstream. Every movement you make, grinding your hips down against his hard cock sends his mind reeling with pleasure, senses wildly heightened by the pot in your systems.

“Gonna tell everyone that you’re mine baby, i’m so…fuck- happy you’re mine” he groans, guiding your hips to move against. You gasp softly at the friction, becoming increasingly wetter by the minute.

You pull away and quickly shimmy out of your pants, as best as you can while straddling the man’s lap. He brings his fingers down, eyeing the cute panties you wear before yanking them aside to collect your arousal on his fingers.

“Fuck..you’re so wet for me, all for me” he growls as he dips his slick digits into your pussy. His fingers are long, nimble, and curl up deliciously into the spongy spot inside you. You moan softly, feeling every inch of his middle and forefinger in places that your own fingers could never hope to reach.

“Oh god..Jean~ Fuck me” you moan out, rutting against his hand. He slides his fingers out of your hole, rubbing them against your clit and covering it in your own arousal. Tossing your head back, you groan at the loss of internal sensation, but you have no time to be disappointed as you hear him eagerly yanking the waistband of his sweats and underwear down to let his aching cock spring free. He’s leaking more than you’ve ever seen, precum dripping down the slit of his sensitive head and collecting below his navel.

Leaning in for another eager kiss, you swat his hand away and wrap your fingers around his shaft. He’s so deliciously thick, you can almost feel the stretch, the memory of it causing your cunt to throb. Biting his lip gently, you give him a few languid strokes, spreading the sticky precum over the length of him and guiding him to your entrance. His mind is hazy, he jolts as the sensation overwhelms him. You feel different this time, though he can’t pinpoint why.

You slide his tip through the slick folds of your pussy, before enveloping him in your wet warmth. jean nearly chokes on the strangled moan that erupts from his chest as you pull away from the kiss to toss your head back, breathing out a soft “fuck”.

His hands eagerly grip your waist, guiding you up and down on him slow and passionate. The pleasure coursing through him is building quickly in the form of an impending, earth shattering orgasm at the very core of his abdomen. The coil in his tummy, while not unfamiliar, is seemingly more intense than it’s ever been, he won’t last long. Why is he getting close so fast?

Suddenly it occurs to him as you bring your lips back to his own, kissing him passionately, and packed full of raw, unfiltered emotion. He feels wanted, he feels loved, he feels complete. Perhaps it’s the intimacy of having himself sheathed inside of you raw for the first time, it must be. Sex with you has never felt so intense and fulfilling than it does in this moment.

Your hips are moving quicker now as you chase your orgasm, every inch, every ridge, every vein of his length stroking your insides like it was hand crafted to fit there. Feeling your legs tense up, and your stomach begin to tighten, you throw your arms around Jean’s neck and pull him close, biting down on the muscle of his broad shoulder as you cum impossibly hard, eyes rolling back with a loud moan. He snakes his arms around your waist, holding you tightly there as he snaps his hips up into you, slamming into your cervix like his life depends on it. The feeling of your teeth in his skin threatens to push him over the edge.

“Baby! Right there- oh god keep doing that, don’t let go of me!” He rasps against the shell of your ear, and as you sink your teeth in deeper, mewling softly at the overstimulation, Jean cums with such intensity, he thinks he might ascend. More and more spurts out of him, and his body convulses with every rope of it, lurching him forward to moan loudly, muffled into your hair.

The sound of ragged breaths and sharp gasps echo off the kitchen walls as you both come down from the high of your orgasm, bodies tangled together and unmoving. After a minute, Jean’s hand finds itself in your hair, running his fingers through it affectionately. Something he’s wanted to do for a long time. He gazes down at you with adoration replacing old lust, smiling softly as you pull back to look at him.

The two of you stay that way for a minute or two, just panting against each other before he speaks.

“So…uh- does this mean-“ he glances down at the floor and then back up to meet your eyes.

“You’re never gonna get away from me” you grin, plopping down against his chest in exhaustion as you giggle slightly. He bites his lip, excitement bubbling up in him like a little kid, as he holds you tightly.

“Why would i ever wanna?”

#attack on titan #aot #aot x reader #aot smut #aot headcanons #aot x y/n #jean kirstein headcanons #jean kirschtein x you #jean kirsten x reader #jean kirschtein imagine #jean kirschtein x reader #jean kirstein #jean kirschstein #jean aot #aot jean #jean attack on titan #attack on titan jean #jean x reader #jean kirschtein smut #jean kirschtein headcanons #jean kirsten smut #aot jean smut #subby jean #dom! jean

[jeankirsteinsgrlfrnd]

PLEASE write about Jean seeing you for the first time in four years 😭. Like you got taken by Reiner or something and when they attacked you went and found him. PLEASE THIS WOULD BE SO COOL!!

at last

pairing: jean kirstein x f!reader

word count: 1.2k +

tw: kidnapping, cursing, angst,

a/n: wow! this is a lil emotional! i hope you love it like i do. also, this isn't proof read.

it'd been four years. it'd been four whole years since you felt the company of your comrades, no, your friends. the day you were taken still burned sharply in the back of your mind, replaying on an endless loop, constantly reminding you of the last day you were happy. there was no forgetting the devastated looks, their faces twisting and contorting with fear. the sounds of their panicked shouts fading into the distance. the most haunting thing of all your brain tortured you with was the feeling of jean's fingertips slipping away from yours.

things like that weren't so easily forgotten, especially from the confinement of your cell. at the end of the day, you were grateful. you were grateful to still have your life, no matter how miserable it might have been. the cell you stayed in was dim, cold and all too quiet. it was the perfect breeding ground for your trauma, festering day and night. of course, there was a time you weren't as grateful; you'd rather have died then reside in marley for whatever time you might have had left. you were angry. you were angry at reiner, at marley, at the scouts for not being successful in their attempts to rescue you. there was fear residing there, too. were your friends alive? where was eren? did they know what you knew? did they know about the cruelty of the world?

eventually, reiner became somebody different. you no longer saw him as the traitor as he once was. you grew to understand him, your resentment eventually fading away. he'd come down most days and visit you. he taught you a lot of things about marley and about paradis. reiner would tell you about the world away from your cell, about things that were happening outside.

the day came where reiner told you that willy tybur, an eldian noble, was going to declare war on your homeland. he seemed remorseful to be telling you this. you screamed at him, begging him to interfere all while reminding him he was once a soldier, too. he ignored your pleas and left you a pacing mess in your cell.

not long after reiner's disappearance, a blond male soldier stopped by your cell. the soldier said nothing as he fumbled around in his pockets before pulling out a set of keys. he unlocked the door as you asked a thousand questions, raising your voice with each word. he said nothing. like reiner, he left without a word.

the sound of eren's titan echoed through the air, shaking the ceiling and causing bits of rock to fall. you thought you were hallucinating, your brain playing another sick trick on you. you heard it again with booms following right behind it. praying on the chance it was real, that eren was really here, your legs took off, your calves burning with each swift movement.

above ground was a nightmare coming to life. the sky was dark. there were no stars to see, the only light from the raging fires. the attack titan's silhouette was visible, muscles rippling as he pounded another titan. there were so many emotions running through the track of your mind but there was one thought that stood out apart from the rest.

if eren was here, were the scouts here too?

then, you heard it. the unmistakable sound of odm gear being launched through the air. anxiety brewed deep within you, letting you know this might be your one chance to go home, begging you to not let it slip away the way jean had let you. tilting your head up to the sky, you saw them. the scouts, in a different uniform than you remembered, were zipping through the air with utter grace. they were angels compared to the relentless war behind them. you wanted to cheer; your saviors were here, at last. you opened your mouth, filling your diaphragm with all the air it would let you and you screamed. you screamed as loud as you could.

"help! it's me, (y/n)!" it was the only thing that came to your mind. you thought your efforts were useless, barely being able to hear yourself over the screams of men, women, and children. the fight between of titans covering up your futile attempts at a rescue. you were about to yell again when you felt an arm snake around you.

the air was cold, an unwelcoming breeze, as you flew through the air with an unknown liberator. your eyes closed as the harsh wind hit them. you'd long forgotten what it was like to be a scout. once being able to zip effortlessly through your environment, you found yourself taken back. the arm on your waist was warm and you reveled in the heat, despite the chilled air around you.

your flight came to an end and only then did you open your eyes. with wide eyes, you blinked, taking in your surroundings. you were on a rooftop now. you centered your eyes in front of you.

"(y/n?)" his voice is choked, barely getting through your name.

jean kirstein.

tears brimming in your eyes like a dam threatening to break, you had let out a guttural cry. the next word out of your mouth was much softer than the sound you'd just made. "jean." you whisper. jean didn't move as water collected in his eyes, spilling over and running down his face. "jean." he nodded his head, at a loss of words. his mouth opened but only the sound of war was heard. jean shook his head and lunged forward, engulfing you in an embrace you thought you'd never feel again.

jean's shoulders were shaking with sobs and the battle behind was long forgotten. jean was no longer a soldier; he was healing. the wounds you'd left had never closed. they were deep gashes all over his body, aching to feel you, to hear you at any given moment. with a single embrace, he felt them closing.

his palm cradled the back of your head, the other wrapped around the entirety of your back. there was nothing said here as you two breathed each other in, finding the love that was once lost with each breath. jean's voice was quiet in your ears.

"i'm sorry," his breath was warm as it poured over the side of your neck. "i'm sorry." jean repeated.

you found it within you to pull away from his arms. you could see him now. you could really see him now. you could see how the four years had hardened him. the only thing that was the same was his eyes. it was the same way he had looked at you back then. his eyebrows twitch with concern, awaiting your next word, scanning your face for a hint.

your mouth fell open, desperately begging you to say something, to say anything at all. the sound of your cry was barely heard over the explosions of thunderspears; your tongue failing you with words once again.

"i know, baby."

you rushed forward, meeting him once again in an embrace. your head became wet with his tears as yours dampened his neck. jean's arms tightened as he let out a shaky breath. "i'm here, baby. you're here with me, at last."

my jean fic 🤍

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[marswritesstuff]

aot boys + writing their name on you

contains: armin arlert, eren jaeger, zeke jaeger, erwin smith, levi ackerman, jean kirstein x gn!reader

nicknames: darling (erwin), baby (jean)

warnings: reader and armin are implied to be in high school/college in armin's, reader and erwin are implied to be of drinking age in erwin's, mentions of drinking and reader getting drunk, kinda suggestive, reader's breasts are mentioned but never mentioned to be male or female

armin:

When your relationship is still private to just you and your friends, he loves talking about you to the people who know. “My partner” this and “my partner” that- he tries not to be annoying about it, but he loves that people know.

When football season rolls around, all the players are giving their spare jerseys to their partners to wear.

Armin, being the manager, doesn’t have a jersey to give you, and you two are still trying to keep your relationship on the down-low until you’re more settled.

Armin pulls you into a corner on the morning of the homecoming game and pulls a sharpie out of his pocket. He grabs your hand and smiles, before writing “ARLERT” in big bold letters across the back of your hand.

He plants a kiss on your warm cheek before slipping away to his first class.

It’s subtle enough that not many people even take notice of it, but every time you see a peek of black while you’re writing, your mind floods with images of your beaming boyfriend.

(By the end of the season, you have a varsity jacket with his name embroidered onto it. You wear it to every game.)

eren:

Eren isn’t dumb- you’re hot as fuck, and he knows other people want you. He trust you with his entire heart, but still, he doesn’t like the idea of people who don’t know about you two looking at you like that.

So, like a completely reasonable person, after hugging you good morning, he drops to his knees in front of you and slips a hand under your shirt.

While you don’t know what he’s doing at first, he looks up to you for permission when he pulls out the sharpie. When you give him a nod, he writes “JAEGER” in small blocky lettering just below your belly button, then, with a hand on your hip, turns you around to do the same on the small of your back.

You appear the same when he pulls away from you to leave a lingering kiss on your lips, but all day, whenever you lean down to grab anything or stretch your arms above your head, anyone watching can see your boyfriend’s name scrawled on you.

zeke:

Zeke isn’t jealous. He doesn’t care if other people want you, and he doesn’t need to show you off, because you’re his and his only, and you both know that. He’s yours as well.

But… good lord, if seeing his name on you doesn’t turn him on.

One night Zeke brings up the idea. At first, he’s joking, but he feels a shudder run through you from where his arm is wrapped around you, and suddenly the idea is invading his thoughts regularly.

So one night Zeke presents you with a marker and tells you his idea. After you give him permission and pull off your shirt when he asks, he takes his time kissing all over you and worshipping your chest and torso.

Eventually, you run your fingers through his hair and guide him back to the topic at hand, and he watches goosebumps rise on your stomach as he writes “ZEKE JAEGER” in his curvy letters below your breasts.

The next day, whenever Zeke’s arm is around you, his fingers run over the faked ink through your clothes, and you shudder in his arms.

It may have started as a joke, but that sharpie never leaves Zeke’s bedroom again.

erwin:

One night, before you go out drinking with all your friends, Erwin gently takes your arm at the door and grabs a sharpie off the table.

“Darling, we both know you’re a… friendly drunk. I’d simply like to have some assurance that everyone knows you are taken.”

You roll up your sleeve and allow your boyfriend to scrawl “if lost return to ERWIN SMITH” in his perfect cursive across your arm. He places a gentle kiss over the ink after he recaps the marker, and then another on your lips before he leads you out to the car.

Hange teases you about the words when you get to the bar (“wow, can’t take you anywhere, huh?”), but your heart warms when you’re stumbling back to your car with your boyfriend and he finally tugs your sleeve down after a long night.

levi:

Levi isn’t quite so civil about it. He’s not incredible at expressing his feelings, but he really loves you and does his best to make sure you know it.

The first time he sees someone blatantly flirting with you after you start dating, he cuts into the conversation and drags you away as soon as he can.

Later, in private, he pushes past his own mental barriers and tells you, “I don’t like seeing other people look at you like that. Only I’m supposed to look at you like that.”

Neither of you come up with something easily to let people know you’re taken, aside from something like cheesy t-shirts (which Levi vetoes immediately).

A few days later, Levi approaches you with a sharpie and pushes your chin up. You respond easily to his hands, and sit still as he writes “LEVI” in his sloppy lettering across your collarbone.

“Perfect,” he murmurs, running his fingers across it when he finishes.

“Baby, I love the idea, but…” your neck cranes to see the letters. “You know I can barely read that, right?”

He doesn’t quite blush, but you can tell he’s nearly there. You take his hand in yours, smiling.

“Hey. It’s perfect. It’s you, and that’s what really matters, right?”

jean:

When you, Jean, Connie, and Sasha are hanging out, Connie dares Jean to write his name on you.

It starts as a joke, funny for everyone: Jean writes “KIRSTEIN” in thick letters on your cheek, and you both giggle, while Connie and Sasha crack up and take photos.

But later that night, after Sasha and Connie leave, Jean pulls you into his lap and kisses over his name on your cheek.

“Hey baby? Do you think I could make you a Kirstein for real some day?”

You push his hair back and smile. “A bit fast for that, don’t you think, Mr. Kirstein?”

He grins back and kisses you deeply, his hand coming up to cup your cheek and thumb over the sharpie.

“Someday,” you mumble into the kiss, and he lifts you up to take you to his bedroom.

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