Free Use Is So Fun Like...you're Telling Me I Get To Be A Stress Toy? A Fuckdoll??? You'll Come Home

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

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- jean - lipstick - aot verse -

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Jean would spoil you a lot like hes the boyfriend/husband ever like how couldn’t he, he loves you too much. Hes aware that you're not very fond of lipstick other than wearing it for specific occasions as you dont believe it looks very flattering on you; but let me tell you this mf has definitely giggled and blushed at the thought of you in a sheer darkish red lip. He would've bought a whole set of lipsticks at Marley while working as a spy, and kept them with him this whole time and promised himself to give it to you if you guys survived. (think those really pretty golden case lipsticks from the 50s shehhrbddh)

His selection process would be merely based off the analogy of: If you kissed him on the cheek, and the lipstick will visibly transfer and really noticeable, it’s perfect. He loves making it known that he is yours and let everyone know that you’ve been kissing him prior (and to also rub in the fact to reiner that hes in a relationship and hes not). He decides to give them to you on the day you were all getting your photos taken for the history books as ambassadors. Initially, you try to turn them down, not because you hate them but because they seem so elegant and seem fit for a person who is much more put together; given the golden casing of the cosmetics and high quality.

Jean insists and sits you down at a nearby stool/arm chair, kneels in front of you and grabs a shade out of the collection he has been longing to see you in. The box of lipsticks have been with him for so long, giving him time to decide which one he thinks you would look best in. He would do the thing where he holds your chin gently and applies said lipstick onto your lips. When the application is complete, he gives you a small smile as you laugh together. When you guys walk in where everyone else is as they have been all waiting for the both of you, attention is instantly drawn to the dark red on Jean’s cheek and dark red stain on his white collar (how did that get there !!)

This observation is self explanatory as the same hue of red was painted on your lips. Connie being the hype man that he is instantly runs up to Jean, slapping him on the back in a joking sense "Jean-Boy's all grown up aren’tcha!”, showing that regardless of the atrocities you all have seen, Connie is still able to keep up at that funny supportive composure alongside Jean.

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✧.* 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.

read my jean fanfic here and you might be lucky enough to experience your ex boyfriend jean

for @otomempress <3

⌗︙・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."

✧ jean kirstein as a first time dad ✧

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

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

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

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

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

secretly hopes for a girl to spoil and to love

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

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

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

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

found himself driving to gas stations for your 3 am cravings

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

read my jean fic here xoxo

I THOUGHT OF ANOTHER ONE👀👀👀

What do you think jean’s reaction would be if he likes you but yall aren’t together, and he catches you staring at one of the other guys after a workout, or something like that (I just know he’d be so dramatic lmao) feel free to pick one person, give a general reaction or a list, whichever you want, no pressure 🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰

asjkjskj OKAY so i just started writing and this is what i blurted out akjsdfnsd he is actually so dramatic i love it when he’s a little pathetic like let me love you u silly man. this became 500 words HAHA

Jean knows.

He’s an idiot but he knows he shouldn’t be jealous. In fact, he has no right to feel anything at all. He shouldn’t even be looking to be honest. And yet, he can’t help it. Not when his world slows to a stop, walls caving in, vision tunnelling to zero in on you every time you’re in the same room together.

His grip tightens on the dumbbells he’s holding, knuckles white, teeth clenched. The sound of his blood pumping roars in his ears, silencing the music blaring in his earphones. 

Why the fuck are you staring at him? 

There you are, sitting on a bench across the gym in your cute little workout outfit and instead of looking at Jean, your eyes are locked on his friend in front of you. Reiner’s deep in a squat, with at least three plates on each side like the miserable show off he is. You must be between sets, with your water bottle in hand, but your gaze is fixed on his form as he grunts out another rep.

Honestly, Jean can’t even blame you when Reiner’s out there throwing around weights like it’s nothing. If he was attracted to men, he would probably be checking him out, too.

Jean huffs in annoyance. He looks down at his arms and flexes his triceps. Sure, he may not be as beefy as Reiner, but he’s no slouch himself. Why is it that you never seem to notice?

Sometimes he’ll feel a glimmer of hope when you smile at him the way you do with that little twinkle in your eyes as if laughing at an inside joke only the two of you share; only to be shattered in a second when you turn that same look on someone else. There’s only so much more of this he can take before he feels like he’ll be about ready to burst. 

Jean knows he should just look away and focus on himself. But how can he when you’re right there, looking as perfect as ever despite being sweaty and messy from working out. Hell, it only makes him want you even more. He wishes it could be him making you sweat. You would never need to go to the gym with the way he knows he could work you out. If only he could just muster up the courage to tell you how he feels. All he wants is to just make you his. He swears he would do anything to give you everything. 

He’s burning holes into Reiner’s body with his eyes and the other man must be able to feel it because he halts, looking up into the mirror to make eye contact with Jean. Reiner double takes and racks his weights. Clearly confused, he slides his headphones off his ears and turns to face Jean with his eyebrows raised. The movement catches your attention and you stir from where you’re sitting on the bench across from him. 

Your eyes follow Reiner’s gaze to land on where Jean is standing, seething, still gripping the dumbbells like his life depends on it. And then, Jean’s heart stutters and the air leaves his lungs in a whoosh … because there it is. Your smile. You've got that smile lighting up your face and now all the tension is escaping his body, leaving him weak in the knees. What he wouldn’t give to have you look at him and only him that way. 

When you lift your hand up in a small wave, it's the nail in the coffin. That's it. He’s going to have to make you his now.

teehee! 

jean’s out here simmering thinking you’re staring at other guys … which true bc they’re also pretty hot … but in this instance you were actually zoning out and reiner just happened to be in front of you. 

i chose reiner #1 he’s gym dad #2 i can’t keep making every situation jean x reader x eren.