Mine O' Mine - Jean X Reader

mine o' mine - jean x reader

pairing: jean kristien x reader rating: 18+ summary: “How many times do I have to tell you to be careful?” Jean asked as he placed the badage on your cheek, “You can't make freinds with stray cats.” Then leaned in to kiss you on the cheek.

You had only tried to lean down and kiss the creature on the head. But it proved to not work in your favour as it would rather claw at your face. Which left a cut on the skin. Which resulted in your husband tending to your wounds. tags: pwp, smut, gentle sex, cowgirl, loving husband and wife

“How many times do I have to tell you to be careful?” Jean asked as he placed the bandage on your cheek, “You can't make friends with stray cats.” Then leaned in to kiss you on the cheek. 

You had only tried to lean down and kiss the creature on the head. But it proved to not work in your favour as it would rather claw at your face. Which left a cut on the skin. Which resulted in your husband tending to your wounds. 

You didn't know the definition of being careful, you always had a tendency to walk on the 'wild side', even if that proved to cause you harm. You wanted to believe you were not some innocent being who was so prone to being harmed. But Jean worried, oh did he worry, after everything there it was surprising that he didn't keep you locked inside your home to keep you safe! There was so much bad out there in the world, there was no wonder he worried. 

But he had to let you go about your life, you wanted to be in the world. But you always came back to him with a basket of delicious treats to share during the cold evenings. You always came home to him, no matter what market you went to, and that was all that mattered. He wanted his wife at home with him. 

He wanted to see you at home with you, safe where you belonged. You didn't need another man as long as you had him. He'd always keep you safe! No matter what, no matter what laid in his way. 

He'd make sure his lovely wife was protected. And as he strokes your cheek you felt the warmth in your body. He was so close to you, in that button up shirt with the top button undone. It would do a fair bit to a woman. 

But he was so close, he was so painfully close that it wouldn't take much for you to lean in and kiss him on the lips. It would be within your right as you were his wife. But thoughts of what else he'd do to you that made your cheeks warmed. As he pulled away you placed a hand over your face to hide the blush. 

He tilted his head to the side, “What's going on, honey?” He got a bit closer, you could study every inch of his face with how close he was. But you pulled away, and he in turn grabbed you by the wrists and pulled you closer to him. 

  “Nothing, nothing.” You tried to look so he wouldn't notice your warm cheeks. But soon his lips were on you warmed skin and you let out a small noise in response. 

  “Is someone blushing?” He asked as he grabbed your face to look at him, his eyes met yours. That ol' horse face staring back at you, but you couldn't help but get warmer. Your blush inched further down your neck, but you couldn't advertise his gaze. 

  “You're just so close.” You replied. You had been married for some time now but him being so close to take care of you still let butterflies in your stomach. You reached for him and held his face parallel to his. “I can see every little mark on your face.”

He chuckled, “Well shouldn't a wife have the chance to see her husband up close?” He kissed you on the cheek where the bandage was, “After all, I think you're the most beautiful woman ever. Even if you take in strays.” 

You leaned in to kiss him on the lips delicately. You had no witty response for him. He had such a kind nature about him that you felt lucky to be with him. You had never met a man like him before, most want something as a reward for their kindness but not Jean. 

Jean only ever wanted you to see the best parts of him. After everything, was what he told you. After everything he had been through, he wanted a wife who saw who he was after his time in the corps.

 “I'm not that beautiful, Jean.” You remarked as you combed your fingers through his hair, “You're the one who has most of the looks.”

He pulled you in closer, your noses touched, “Well, then may our children have both of our beauty.” Then pulled you into a tight kiss as he pulled you on top of him. He laid on the bed with your face in his hands and he grinned at you.

You couldn't help but feel endeared to him. A deep burning inside of you as he started to undo your blouse. The feeling of his hands on you made you moan, which he responded to with kisses along your exposed chest. 

  “You're beautiful.” He said. His large hands cupped your breasts as he kissed them, “So, so beautiful.” His cock twitched in his pants as he moved back to your face. Those brown eyes gazed into yours. He smiled at you once more before he pulled you in for another kiss. 

You giggled, the feeling of him so close made your heart race. “Jean.”

 “Don't worry, I got you.” His hand reached your breasts which he massaged. Soon your bra was off and his thumb and pointer finger were playing with your nipples. You moaned against his neck. He knew how to make you feel good. 

He kissed your soft skin, basking in the feeling of your warmth. He could never want another woman. Not when he could have you. His continued to kiss your skin and you melted in his arms. But soon kissing was not enough so the man had to start exploring further. 

You pulled away from him and got the hair out of your eyes, “Do you want me that badly?” 

  “How could I not, you're my wife! I want you more than anything. There is nothing else I could want more than you. So come here, let me see my wife.” He chuckled as he got your pants off and then he started to get his own clothes off. 

His hands roamed your body once you were nude. He admired your beauty, every curve, every mark, and every place your skin dimpled. He adored you, he wanted you. He thought you were the most beautiful creature on the planet.

Both naked on your bed, he kissed you passionately. He felt his heart race as he kissed you. The woman to bring in every stray. He guessed that's why you brought him home. He was just another stray. But he loved you so much. You were so perfect, there was an elegance to you. Not in the traditional way, but in a way that only he could see. 

  “I love you.” He said.

  “I love you too.” You replied before you moved further away from him. You placed both of your hands on his bare chest and gazed down at him with a chest brimming with love. Even in late afternoon light, he still looked divine. He looked like home. 

You loved him. 

He placed his hands over yours as you slowly seated yourself onto his cock.  You held hands while you endured the stretch of his cock. He was always so thick in the base that it took the wind out of you when it finally all fit. You neve suspected your husband having a problem with it fitting inside of you.

When you got comfortable, you let out a soft moan and he placed his hands on your hips. He started to roll them gently, nudging his cock into sensitive places that made your toes curl. A sharp sensation moved through your body as you started to move your hips. 

It felt very good, it was tinged with pain but the more you endured it, the more pleasure that raced through your body. You held onto him as you bucked your hips to get every last inch of him inside of you. You wanted to feel your husband. You wanted to feel him deep inside of you the only way a husband and wife could. 

He groaned and held onto you as you moved. You kept a hold of his shoulders as you laid on his chest to get a better angle of his cock inside of you.You felt amazing, the pleasure coursed through you as you rolled your hips. He leaned down and kissed you once more, his facial hai rubbed up against you.

Then he moved his hands and placed them on your ass so he could get as deep as possible inside you. You moaned loudly into the kiss and he gave your ass a quick smack. The sensation made you moan louder. His tongue slipped into your mouth and he explored up against your molars. 

You pulled away to catch your breath, and he looked at you with nothing about admiration in his eyes. He was obsessed with you. He was so lucky to have you as his wife, to adore you. He wanted to make love to you all the time, the feeling of closeness between two people. 

  “Honey.” He said.

 “Jean.” You replied before you took his face in your hands and started to kiss him once more. The bed creaked under you as the two of you continued to move your bodies up against one another. Your heart was racing as you made love to him. It was so simple yet it felt so right. 

You loved Jean, it was as simple as that. You never wanted someone in your life so badly, but here he was despite everything. He was your husband at the end of the day. And you couldn't ask for anything more. As you kissed him over and over again, you felt a sense of euphoria. You rolled your hips quickly to meet with his pace and you felt the moans bubble in your throat. 

  “That's it, honey.” He moaned, “That's it, god. You're amazing. I love you so much.“ 

 ”I never want anyone else.“ You respond as you move your body against him. Your lips touched once more as you felt the curl of pleasure in your gut. You moaned into the kiss. It wasn't much longer now before you climaxed. You held onto him for dear life as you continued to passionately make out with him. 

  ”Good, because I only want you.“ And you believed him. As your bodies moved together the feeling of climax became overwhelming. You held onto each other as you kissed once more. Your heart raced as you moved. You almost felt light headed with your lips feeling raw from all the kissing. 

  ”Jean.”

  “Don't worry, I got you.”

You clutched into him, you felt the rise of pleasure. It was becoming undeniable. You grit your teeth as he gazed at you. Your cunt tightened around him as you moved against him. You are tightened from the euphoria of sex with your husband. You could never imagine yourself like this with anyone else.

You were so devoted to him. He pulled you into one last kiss, he held onto your hips and quickly thrusted up into you. He groaned against you, his hot breath against your skin as he felt close to his own climax. 

  “You complete me.” He groaned as he quickened his pace. He held onto you tightly as he thrusted up into you. His cock hit against all your most sensitive areas and you felt the moans spill out of your mouth. There was no way to escape the feeling. He groaned as your nails dug into his skin. His face was flushed, he felt hot all over.

And with one more searing kiss. One last hot kiss, he finished inside you. And together you both climaxed. You clenched your thighs from the sensation of orgasm. The noise you made as you kissed was guttural and primal. It was hot. 

When you pulled away you felt light headed as you panted wildly. And then with a heavy exhale you fell into his arms. He caught you and turned to his side to cuddle you. His cock slipped out of you and a bit of cum pooled at your inner thigh and eventually down onto the sheets. But neither of you minded, you were both wrapped in a soft embrace.

  “You're perfect,” His thumb touched the bandage on your cheek, “No more taking in strays, okay?” he kissed the skin, “I need my wife to be safe.”

You chuckled softly, “With you, Jean, I'm always safe.” 

free use is so fun like...you're telling me i get to be a stress toy? a fuckdoll??? you'll come home and bend me over and pound the daylights out of me just because you can????? no warning or nothing???????? beautiful

⌗︙・jean taking care of a greedy slut ⸜⸜・

being friends with connie has its pros and cons. one of the worse things is when jean comes home to find out that connie threw a swinger's party in their apartment. he can feel himself turning red, mostly from anger but also because of the sweaty bodies in the living room. you catch jeans eye, laying spread on the couch with your pretty pussy on display. your juices are glistening, showing how turned on you are.

"hey jean boy." connie greets him, throwing his arm around his neck. jean isn't having any of this, the only thing on his mind is finding out who you are.

"oh her? that's y/n, she's a needy little thing. never satisfied." connie explains. jean stops in front of you, he wants nothing more than to wipe off that stupid smile off your face. why do you smile at him when everyone can see how disgustingly wet you are?

he doesn't care, he's taking you to his room.

"so you are never satisfied?" he asks as his cock hammers in and out of your pussy. your face is soaked with tears, pretty makeup smudged all around your face.

"it's enough." you managed to choke out. he's treating you like the slut you are, making you cum again and again and never stopping. the bed underneath you is soaked with your juices and you don't think you can cum anymore.

"is my cock enough for you?" you nod your head. his cock is more than enough and you don't even know his name.

"stop looking at me like that." he says and you smile harder. he tries fucking you even harder. why did connie bring such a pretty girl to the sex party? you probably got fucked by everyone some other time but he doesn't care. he's the first to ever make you satisfied.

you lay on the bed, completely satisfied with your tongue lolled out. you don't want any other cock, you want only his cock.

"see sweetheart? this is what happens to girls who are just too pretty."

✧.* ex boyfriend jean kirstein headcanons ✧.*

your ex boyfriend jean kirstein is an asshole. even worse, he’s an asshole that won’t leave you alone.

he mysteriously turns up to any party or event you’re attending. he makes sure that you see him. he dresses in his best clothes and always has a girl by his side, hoping you see and hoping it eats you alive.

he’s posting online and god, you wish it would stop. he’s posting what he’s doing and who he’s with, announcing it the world, only hoping that it lands on your feed.

he lays awake at night, bothered by your silence. where are you? are you with someone right now? are you thinking about him?

you’re pretty certain jeans the one who’s been sending flowers to your work but there’s no proof with no card. they’re expensive too.

your ex boyfriend jean drives by your house on the weekends just to make sure you don’t have company over.

he asks your mutual friends how you are, dying for a piece of information about you.

after his attempts from afar don’t work, the attempts grow personal and sincere. he’s dropped the cool guy persona and is now sending you sickening, sappy, depressing text messages.

jean cant bare to live without you and he prays that it’s just a phase. he believes you will find your way back to him.

you’re flattered by his messages but more importantly, they tug at your heart strings and you find yourself rereading them before you close your eyes for the night as if they were some sick lullaby created just for you.

you hear his voice in your sleep and when you wake. you’re going crazy.

jeans gone crazier, checking his phone every five minutes, hoping to see your name light up his phone.

he promises to break up you and any man you might date. they don’t deserve you. hell, he barely deserves you.

your ex boyfriend jean kirstein is an asshole and you hope he never leaves you alone.

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boyfriend jean kirstein headcanons

- a ginormous pain in the ass. everywhere you go, he’s there. he makes it hard to get things done.

- will ALWAYS hold the door for you and will get offended if you try to open the door for him

- was really excited to have you meet his mama. even more thrilled when she LOVED you

- he’ll complain about how long you take to get ready but secretly love watching you do it and tells you how pretty you are after

- insists on cooking for you (he’s a good cook!!) but loves when you cook for him just the same

- when it snows, he’ll pelt you with snow balls and then kiss your rosy cheeks to cheer you up

- HOWEVER, if you win (at anything for this matter), he’ll say “calm down babe it’s just a game”

- loves that he’s so much taller and bigger than you, he loves when you look up at him, it makes him feel like your protector

- need your tank filled up? he’s whipping his wallet out. nails? he’s got you. hair? don’t even think about paying. he loves to spend all his money on you because you’re ‘his girlfriend and he would fall apart if you spent a single dime when he can very easily pay for it’

- always lets you sleep in because you look ‘damn cute’

- always blabbering in his sleep about utter nonsense

- most importantly, you’re his entire world. nothing else matters, hell, nothing else even exists.

my fellow jean girlies find my new story right here. A slow burn fanfic!!

My take on the mischaracterisation of Jean Kirstein

The mischaracterisation of Jean Kirstein at the end of the Attack on Titan manga and the series as a whole has spread a wide discourse and controversy around this minor character. As he is not apart of the 3 main characters being Eren Jaeger, Mikasa Ackerman and Armin Arlert, Kirsteins upbringing and development has been severely left in the dark. Hajime Isayama’s widespread audience between both Asian and Western societies fail to take note of Kirstein’s character as he is not under the spotlight as much as other characters. This consists of the common belief that he should not be deemed to be a character that has had any development and continues to carry out the same ideals and linear thoughts and mindset; Kirstein’s relationship with Mikasa Ackerman and the sudden pairing of him and Pieck Finger.

Common misconceptions with Jean Kirstein are that fans are quick to assume how he has no type of character development all the way through from when he was first introduced at the first meeting with Keith Shadis as cadets to when he was last seen Post-Rumbling. What is made out to be fan’s perception in Jean’s character is the mess hall scene where a rivalry is introduced between Jaeger and Kirstein. Of course, the audience will side with Jaeger because he is the main character and has witnessed his ideals and trauma from the past few episodes. Kirstein, a mere outsider has not. Isayama intends to give a realistic view on Jaeger's goal of slaying every titan because the idea in itself sounds insane. The same idea would have been felt within other civilians of the past especially within the military, but it has never been done before; The people who have the same mindset as Kirstein have lost faith due to the everlasting duration of this massacre and deemed it not to be possible. This isn’t intended to be an attack against Jaeger, only because Kirstein does not wish to see him give his hopes up. That’s not saying Jean does not want the titans to be gone, in fact he wishes to live comfortably in the interior as a Military Police. For some reason this wish is seen as ‘selfish’ on Kirstein’s part by fans. Is it so bad that someone living amongst human eating monster's desires to live comfortably? Isayama erases the stereotype of Shonen characters desiring to be the saviour in Kirstein and even Annie Leonhart. It is not out of laziness; it is out of loss of faith and thinking rationally. This ideal does change after witnessing the mass casualties in Trost and loss of his implied to be ‘close friend’, Marco Bodt. From this, he creates a new belief for himself but still based off his old one. Kirstein believes every human deserves a chance at life whether they are an enemy or friend. This is why during the fight against Kenny’s squad, he hesitates to kill one of the members. This hesitation almost results in his and Arlert’s deaths. This should not be deemed to be an act of weakness, sentiment and empathy are the right terms to describe this. During Levi Squad’s evaluation of the battle fought, Kirstein speaks up about the idea of humans fighting humans and how it isn’t isn’t morally correct as he became a soldier to kill titans, to reduce the number of lost lives in the scarce number of humans left within the walls. Kirstein is written to be a symbol of realism which is not typically portrayed in Shonen characters as most tend to appear more driven by their environment (whilst in the moment) rather than logic, and instantly getting beaten by the antagonist or dilemma occuring. Kirstein is also shown to be showing this type of empathy during the Marley arc after witnessing Sasha Braus’ death. He ignored Floch Forester’s suggestion of throwing the culprits out of the airship as he still considered them to be children over the fact that they are enemies first. Evidence that confirms that Kirstein has changed as a person is during a conversation him and Forester hold together. “Go back to being the old Jean; Reckless, annoying and cheeky” In which Kirstein finds rude of him to say, showing that he has changed from his old self. Kirstein has drastically changed as a person from when he was a cadet to an ambassador from participating. in the “Battle of Heaven and Earth”; Fans must learn to understand this and to not only pay attention to the main character as minor characters like Kirstein also serve a purpose.

Kirstein’s relationship with Mikasa Ackerman has been a wide controversy for a while as it is hinted that Kirstein takes a small interest in Ackerman; however, this was when he was still young. The only circumstance where he serves a somewhat interest for Ackerman is during the scene in the mess hall where Ackerman walks past him. He is seen to be blushing and compliments her hair. However, this is purely just admiration, not romance. Romance requires two parties that have synchronised feelings about one another. This interaction does not mirror Kirstein’s current self as he barely even hit puberty during this period when this scene occurred. It’s inaccurate to think that someone who is 12 years old thinks and acts the same as they do when they are 19 years old. A counterargument to this is how the woman in Jean’s dream resembles Ackerman. That is correct, the woman did resemble Ackerman, however it was never confirmed that Kirstein’s spouse in said dream was Ackerman herself. If it was, isayama would have made it clear. Even so, that wasn’t the purpose behind the showing of this dream. This dream depicts how much Kirstein desires to live in a state of comfort whilst disaster is striking. Isayama was smart to display this as it shows a personal depiction of what one of the characters experiencing this war would be thinking. Kirstein’s relationship with Ackerman solely as her comrade who values her existence deeply. This is where audience’s perceptions of Kirstein start to turn to the wrong direction. Kirstein values all his comrades as well as Ackerman. Kirstein manages to keep his distance and is respectful about Ackerman’s relationship with Jaeger. Yes, it is hinted that he especially loves when a woman has long black hair from when he compliments Ackerman’s locks, a portrait he completed of a woman with black hair, and the fact that Jaeger made a comment mentioning Jean about when it was mentioned that people overseas would have dark hair. “Jean would like that.” The misconception of Ackerman marrying Kirstein at the end of the manga is the most widespread misinterpretation currently. It is not like Isayama to pair two characters all of a sudden without a longing build-up to where they admit their feelings for one another. Kirstein has always been respectful of Jaeger’s relationship with Ackerman and ensures to keep his distance; It is not like him to barge into Ackerman mourning her lost lover and sweeping her up on her feet again and taking the opportunity because “Jaeger is dead now”. The scene where he suggests to Ackerman that they must kill Jaeger is not for his own personal gain so his “competition” is gone, it was a genuine suggestion that would benefit all of humanity; This would make sense considering his nature. Isayama does not desire for us to wonder if Ackerman ended up with someone else or not because that completely misses the point of what he is trying to conclude. Even if Ackerman did supposedly move on, it was unlikely to be Kirstein as they already know each other too well and their goals and ambitions would clash constantly; it would not be a healthy relationship as Kirstein would be well aware that she still loves Jaeger. The fact that Ackerman kept the scarf till she was buried may sign that she did not move on at all because nothing can make her move on from the emotional strain Jaeger’s death had on her. Inevitably, Kirstein would not desire to be a burden to her, same as anyone else.

The fanon pairing of Kirstein and Pieck Finger is sudden and way out of character. Ever since Pieck has been introduced, there was a wide discussion of who she should be shipped with as what anime fans always do because a character not just live in peace without any love interest. Initially, a popular pairing was of her with Porco Galliard, but now that he is out of the picture; Pieck is singled-out again. Attention is brought upon Kirstein, and something drives them into shipping them together. This was not out of pure connection; PikuJean is merely based off the fact that they both meet each other standards. A Reddit user states: “Jean likes women with long black hair and Pieck likes men with beards”. Quite frankly, this sentence alone depicts how ignorant anime fans are to how relationships work because this is the only argument they have. Is that saying that you can instantly fall head over heels for someone only because they have a characteristic that you find attractive? there is a difference between being attracted to someone and loving someone. Grisha Jaeger has a beard too, why not pair him with Pieck? Kiyomi has long black hair, hey, she must be perfect for Kirstein! See how ridiculous it sounds? Another argument that PikuJean shippers have is the fact that they have each other to fill the void for their “lost lovers” since Kirstein is unable to be with Ackerman and Pieck experiencing the same with Galliard who is deceased. Does that not sound downright disrespectful on Kirstein’s part? It’s the same as with Ackerman, swooping Pieck off her feet now that her “love interest” is deceased? Kirstein is always seen as the “Plan B” in these types of situations. The only thing that is driven by the pairing of Pieck and Kirstein is convenience. There is no real connection. One of the pieces of “evidence” to this pairing is the fact that Kirstein and Pieck were working alongside each other during the Rumbling and the fact that Kirstein saved her at one point. Is that not what he is supposed to do? To make sure no one else dies. This counters with Kirstein’s objective and ideals to ensure no one else losses their life because of someone he’s known for 7 years. Isayama’s audience is extremely brainwashed from other types of media that display these romantic tropes which do not apply in such a complex story as this. Attack on Titans complexity is the reason why people are quick to misinform each other.

To conclude this, the mischaracterisation of Jean Kirstein from the Attack on Titan manga and the series as a whole has spread a wide discourse and controversy around him. This is because Hajime Isayama ensures to write his characters to be complex and not 1 dimensional which is common in minor characters of a Shonen setting. This consists of the common belief that he should not be deemed to be a character that has had any development and growth, his relationship with Mikasa Ackerman and the sudden pairing of him and Pieck Finger.