NSFW HCS + My Personal Jean Sex Headcanons

NSFW HCS + my personal jean sex headcanons

CONTENT WARNINGS + afab reader, smut, mature language, explicit adult content, general submissive/dominant behavior, teasing, pet names, praise, lingerie, somnophilia, thigh riding, oral sex, nudes, edging, aftercare

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Pet names/praise. Jean drills into you, hands on the backs of your knees to push your legs in the air further. “My pretty girl, pretty fucking doll.” He whispers, lips on your neck so that he can feel your pulse jumping under your skin. Your moans hit his ear perfectly from this angle. “So good. You’re so tight, baby girl. So perfect for me.” Endless praises and pet names exit Jean’s mouth. He’s so lost to the sensations of your pussy at this point and he’s got no fucking clue what he’s saying, just letting his brain empty so that he can focus on fucking you into oblivion. You gush around him for the billionth time as he fucks orgasm after orgasm out of you, drilling you for all the cum in your body. “God, I love you.” He’s so passionate when he’s got you tightly held in a mating press like this. Jean can’t help himself. His balls constrict as he pours his cum into your sopping cunt and he’s sure that you can feel him pouring his love into you as well.

Lingerie. Call him old-fashioned all you want but the way you look at him, his eyes bore into yours as you stand at the doorway. Jean’s eyes rake over your body and lingers on the pretty pink strips of lace fabric. His dick swells in his pants at the thought of you picking this outfit out and wearing it just for him and him alone. “You know how much I love you, right?” He asks as you move to sit on his lap and straddle his waist. Jean’s arms wrap around your waist to hug you close. He kisses all over your sexy body, covering as much exposed skin in his love as possible.

Somnophilia. You let out small snores next to your boyfriend. Jean had tucked you into bed just minutes ago after you told him how tired you were from your classes. “Get some rest, baby.” He kisses your forehead, wanting you to rest more than anything. He sighs as he gets into bed with you. Jean soon realizes that he lied to himself when he said that he’d be content with letting you rest and getting himself off that night but you should really see yourself. You pulled your clothes off and left them in a pile at the foot of the bed, nothing but panties cupping your pussy. Jean cranes his neck to see your soft folds spilling out of the thin fabric and can’t help himself. Without disturbing you, as best he can, your boyfriend cuddles up next to you and slips his hardening dick between your velvet thighs. He kisses your neck lightly and groans when he feels the wet silkiness of your sex on his length. He ruts his hips between your legs, grunting and moaning shamelessly. Not even a full minute passes before his cum is spurting on the other side of your body and staining the sheets. Jean looks down at you to check that you’re still undisturbed. He kisses your forehead and comes down quickly. “My good girl,” He coos in your ear.

Thigh riding. His giving nature makes it so easy for him to sit you on his lap. A few minutes pass and before you know it, his palm is on your waist and he’s moving your body along the length of his jean-clad leg. Before you know it, Jean’s hand is stationary on your body. You’re moving on your own and using his body like a toy. He fucking loves it. “That’s right, baby girl. Get yourself off on my thigh. So shameless of you.”

Oral. Jean is a big pleaser, genuinely gets off when he knows that you’ve gotten off. “So good.” Your boyfriend mutters through a mouthful. With his tongue probing your entrance and lips curling around your clit, he still manages the dirtiest words. “You taste so fucking good, pretty girl.” His nickname for you on his voice forces another gush out of you to drench the bottom half of his face. A wet smile greets you. Jean tsks as you try to squirm out of his grasp, big palms wrapping around your plush thighs to keep your sex securely lined up with his nonstop mouth. “Come on, baby. Just one more.” You nod your empty head as he gets back to work but he’s said one more time to you at least four or five times.

Nudes. He gets so flustered when you send him stuff while he’s at work. Jean’s face visibly flushes when he’s at work. Everyone around him sees him take a look at his phone and then shove it back into his pocket, silently wishing that his brightness had been further down. “I’m fine, really. It’s nothing.” He lies, sucking in harsh breaths. Jean manages to think of something to excuse himself from his meeting and sneaks away to the bathroom. He whips his phone out and lets his eyes scan the photo that you’ve spontaneously sent him. “Fuck,” He mutters under his breath. Jean runs his fingers through his hair, about to do something shameless – something that he hasn’t felt the need to do since he was a teenager. His eyes rake over your naked form, a body that he’s seen countless times but never seems to fail to get him hard in his slacks. Jean could see you naked a thousand times and still cum just as hard as he did the first time he caught himself jerking off to you.

Edging. Jean jerks off to the nudes that you’ve sent him all the time. His fist stops working at his cock right as he’s about to blow his load all over the bathroom stall door. Can’t, tells himself. He could never cum without you – won’t let himself. “Fucking shit.” He curses under his breath. When he’s going solo, Jean likes to save his cum for you, likes to pump you full of his cum and leave it into your tummy to hold safe and sound. You know what torture it is for him too, bringing himself to the edge over and over again… making himself feel so good and always denying his body full gratification.

Aftercare. Your mushy brain has you on cloud nine, unable to move. You just pant and stare into space, Jean’s load spilling out of you to dirty the sheets beneath your tired body. He leaves a kiss on your lips, breath hurrying out of them, before heading to the bathroom to get a warm towel so that he can clean you up. His every touch is so sweet, so gentle with his baby girl. It always surprises you that he can be so gentle so soon after having you bent and twisted in the wildest positions, cock fucking deep into your cervix. “It’s okay.” Your boyfriend coos into your ear, towel smoothing over your tired and pliant skin. “I’m gonna take good care of you, love.” And he always keeps his promise. Once the two of you are cleaned up as best as he can do, Jean cuddles into your side and wraps and arm securely around your waist as he listens to your silent breathing until the two of you drift off into well-earned sleep.

𝐑𝐈𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐉𝐄𝐀𝐍’𝐒 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐂𝐎𝐂𝐊 . . .

🪽 ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ (๑˃̵ᴗ˂̵) no plot, just riding jean into tomorrow ! ~

·˚ ◌༘͙[featuring] ! ˊ 𝐉𝐄𝐀𝐍 𝐗 𝐌𝐀𝐋𝐄!𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑

cw — ftm!reader. porn w/o plot. cowgirl position alllll the way. breeding. size kink. vanilla to rough sex. scratching. mentions of impregnation.

◛⑅·˚ ༘ ♡ author’s note! : jean come back the kids miss you! (つω`｡)

“ah..hah, Jean…” 

everything looked blurry, probably from the tears that flooded your eyes and soaked your hot cheeks. but none of it mattered, you were only focused on the burning pleasure that stirred in the pit of your stomach as you rode your boyfriend with a furocity you couldn’t communicate through words alone. yet, he knew you well enough. 

your fingers curled around his shoulders, nails digging into his skin hard enough to surely leave marks. the stinging pain of it must’ve already settled in, obvious from jean’s soft hiss that spilled through his teeth. a low groan followed, the sound going straight to your stuffed cunny, arousing you even more. as if his size wasn’t enough of a reason to instantly hop on him the moment the both of you stumbled through the bedroom door with your hand down his pants. he was unbelievably big, enough to kiss your cervix from sitting on the damn thing. 

here you were, rolling your hips like a madman, desperate for your orgasm. you leaned forward, now hanging onto the headboard which was crashing against the wall obnoxiously. the both of you definitely owed the neighbors an apology, but you were too lost in the pleasure to give a single damn about anything else. “slow down, baby. no need to rush..” 

Jean spoke in a hushed tone, only held back by a moan. you ignored his words, quickening your pace which only made the man below you fall into pure ecstasy. contradicting himself, he grabbed your hips and squeezed the soft flesh before forcing your movements to a halt. through a hazed vision, you watched him lift your hips to the point of nearly pulling out, only to be pushed back down in a sharp and sudden movement. a yelp forced itself out of your jugular, almost sounding like a scream. “Jeannn! F-fuck!” 

a sudden wave of pleasure crawled through your stomach as your boyfriend wrapped his large arms around your waist, holding you in place as he fucked upwards at a pace you couldn’t mimic yourself. Jean was pushed over the edge, it was only fair that he reciprocated your greediness. wrapping your arms around his head, you squirmed and wailed as you felt your legs grow more and more numb. incoherent nonsense was all he could hear, fueling his libedo and driving his hips against yours. “stop fucking squirmin’..you can take it–shit!” 

the sound of skin slapping and his cock pistoning in ‘n out of your sopping cunt pushed you over the edge, the familiar knot in your stomach threatening to snap at any moment. “Jean..! Baby..! S-so close..!” you sobbed, clenching around Jean’s girth as your body convulsed and twitched. as your orgasm came closer and closer, you held onto his body for dear fucking life. moans became silent, breathy screams as his cock twitched inside of you. 

“atta boy, gonna take my load…right? fuckin’ fill you up with my kids? yeah..you fuckin’ want it.” 

he rasped with a shit eating grin you grew to love, pulling you into a sloppy and messy kiss. tongue and teeth clashed, jean nipped away at your bottom lip only to shove his tongue down your throat. he didn’t allow a word in, not until the knot finally snapped, hurling you into an intense euphoria as you coated his cock with cum. unable to scream, you dug your nails into the skin on his back, clawing until you’re sure he drew blood. even after a painfully drawn out orgasm. jean still wasn’t done with you, as he continued to fuck your cum stuffed pussy in a desperate attempt to reach his own orgasm. he watched as your eyes widened from the overstimulation, chuckling at your naively shocked reaction. “What?” he groaned, pulling your chin to face him. 

“warned ya i’d knock you up, didn’t i, baby?”

© porcalinecunt 🪽ᯓᡣ𐭩ྀི do not steal, translate, or use my work and claim as your own.

𝐆𝐎𝐎𝐃 𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐋𝐄 𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐋. ♡

🎀 ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ thinking about aot men who’d be the softest doms ever . . .

·˚ ◌༘͙[featuring] ! ˊ 𝐉𝐄𝐀𝐍 𝐊𝐈𝐑𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐈𝐍, 𝐄𝐑𝐖𝐈𝐍 𝐒𝐌𝐈𝐓𝐇, 𝐋𝐄𝐕𝐈 𝐀𝐂𝐊𝐄𝐑𝐌𝐀𝐍, 𝐀𝐑𝐌𝐈𝐍 𝐀𝐑𝐋𝐎𝐓

cw — fem!reader. size kink (erwin) body worship (jean, levi) praise kink. lots of breedings. edging, fingering, some nipple play (levi) sub!armin (implied)

◛⑅·˚ ༘ ♡ author’s note! : hi hi! it’s been a while since i made an actual post here. apologies! life got busy, but i finally have time to make fics again :D there might be some changes on this account but we’ll see! anyways, please enjoy and feedback is welcomed! 🤍

➸ jean kirstien.

he’s already so much of a sweetheart, so it’s not shock he’s carry that to the bedroom. he’s needy but slow, as it’d be way too easy to accidentally hurt you. the size difference aroused yet made him a bit nervous. (the first time was quite a hassle!) nonetheless, jean gave you the fuckin’ princess treatment every time the both of you would get intimate. kissing every inch of your body while caressing your hips with his large hands. he’d gently lay your down, not pulling away from the sloppy kiss the two of you are engaging in. did i mention that this man is huge? he adores watching you struggle to take him completely, squirming and whining as he stretches your smaller cunny inch by inch.

“j-jean..’s too big!” you whined, watching through glassy eyes as your boyfriend hovered over you, sinking himself deeper and deeper into your weeping cunt. your legs twitch in a failing attempt to keep them open, something jean would immediately notice. “does it hurt babe?” he asked in a groan, hazel eyes carving holes into yours through hooded lids. you could only shake your head as he took it as a confirmation to bottom himself out. your eyes rolled to your brain and your jaw went slack as jean watched in awe. “look at you..taking it so well f’me.” he sighed, slowly beginning to pump you full as ecstasy filled your senses. the only thing you could hear were jean’s sweet praises, telling you how much of a good little girl you were for taking him so well and patiently. your head grew hot as the feeling of his dick stuffing you full began to overwhelm you. “good little girl, always taking my dick so well..fuck you’re so cute!”

➸ erwin smith.

oh my god. erwin. what more can i say, he’s a gentleman in bed! anything you ask for, he will do without hesitation. want him to knock you up? done. want some head? he’s already on his knees. sad after a rough day? he’ll stuff your cunny full until your filled n happy. anything your heart desires, he’ll give it to you with all the adoration he has for you. ♡ even better when you realize how big he is. how he can easily pick you up and fuck you silly in mid air if he really wanted to. even better, how massive his fucking dick is, enough to make your mouth water just by the thought of it.

“e-erwin!” you whined, watching your husband’s face as he stared down at you. a gaze full of softness and love, a stark contrast to how he was treating you. a smile to his wife while fucking her slutty pussy like an attention deprived whore. “how did i get so lucky? what did i do to deserve such a beautiful girl as my wife..” he breathily chuckled, fucking into you at a slightly faster pace. erwin started down at you, from your flustered smile to your breasts and stuffed cunt, every last detail on you brought him closer to the edge. “good girl..my good girl. you deserve every inch i give you..”

➸ levi ackerman.

contrary to popular belief, levi isn’t the mean and rough dom many make him out to be (still adore that levi tho!) but rather, a gentle and passionate type of dom. he’s not the most romantic, but oh boy, when he is..buckle up. this man will treat you like your his final meal on death row, savoring every inch of flesh you have on your body. kissing you from your lips to your clit, muttering sweet nothings while pumping his slender fingers inside your cunny. he sings his praises when he’s balls deep in you, calling you names like ‘princess’ and ‘darling’, anything that fills your stomach with butterflies if its not his cock. your legs are already trembling from his voice alone, not helping the fact his groans are fuckin’ perfection.

“settle down princess, i barely did a thing.” levi carassed your breast with one hand while finger fucking you with the other. all he needed was two fingers and his wrist as he flicked it with a quickened pace that almost forced your thighs shut from shock and pleasure. while your mouth was closed, tiny whines still manage to spill through as your husband’s thumb moved it’s way to your clit, adding to the overstimulation. with his other hand, he tugged and played with your nipple while letting go just to take a gentle squeeze to your whole breast. you’re thighs shook as your orgasms reaches closer and you grabbed the coller of levi’s loose shirt for support. “‘s becoming too much princess? you wanna cum all over my fingers?” he spoke in a gentle and low tone, making you nod eagerly to his question. “How cute, shit—if only I could do this everyday.”

➸ armin arlot.

armin armin armeeen! <3 you already know what kind of man he is. his partner’s pleasure is a priority he takes very seriously, from letting you choose the position to making sure you orgasm first before he spills his seed inside you. he gives you princess treatment even after sex, not letting up until you knock out from exhaustion. he fucks you like your a goddess, hitting every sensitive spot in your while singing his praises. he wants, no, needs to see you cum around his cock as it’ll make the night worth it. he won’t lie, seeing you whimpering and shamelessly getting off to him servicing you never fails to push him over the edge and nearly fuck a baby in you. this man is a keeper!

“t-this good enough for you..?” armin sighed, watching you take in his dick inch by inch until you’ve completely sat down on it. “y-yeah..fuck you’re huge..!” you whined out, grabbed his thighs and trying your best to move while the overwhelming pleasure had you shaking. the blonde placed his hands on the plush of your hips, firmly holding it as he lifted you up from his cock before slamming you back down on it. a yelp tore from your throat, nails digging into the flesh of his thigh and your eyes screwed shut from the sharp pleasure. “right there! armin fuck..!” you mewl as he guided your hips, slamming his cock in and out of you at the pace you desired the most. his blue eyes peered through his bangs as he grew redder and redder from the expression you wore so beautifully. mouth parted open in an ‘o’ shape with slightly arched eyebrows, pink washed over your face with red sitting right on your cheeks. fuck, he was insatiable. “yes..just like that love, just like you wanted. always taking it like the good girl you are. ♡”

© porcalinecunt 💌 ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ do not steal, translate, or use my work and claim as your own.

.˳⁺⁎˚ ꒰ఎ HEAVEN’S ANGEL ໒꒱ ˚⁎⁺˳ .

18+, minors dni

—  content: jean x fem!reader, oral [m. receiving], throat fucking

— a/n:  this is purely self indulgent ૮ ˶´ ᵕˋ ˶ა

To Jean, you are perfect, his princess, a god-sent angel who, of everyone on the planet, was in love with him. He loved staring at that pretty, plump face, adorned with thick, smiling lips and spellbinding doe-eyes that made it impossible to deny you.

You ask Jean a simple question, though, in hindsight, it was more of a demand. “Let me suck your dick.” And before he can even respond, you’re latching onto his arm and dragging him away from his game, babbling false promises of making it quick and just wanting a small taste of him.

Jean let’s you basically throw him onto the bed, and you’re kneeled between his legs in seconds. His body goes tense when you feel him up, caressing his inner thighs and squirming impatiently as he pulls his rigid cock out of his pants. Your eyes trail over the girthy, throbbing length, salivating at the sight of it before casting an innocent look Jean’s way. You can feel that familiar sensation in the pit of your stomach, the feeling you get when Jean eyes you up and down and you can just tell he wants to fuck you into the mattress. Your skin begins to heat up at the very thought of it.

He wraps his hand around his cock, stroking it a few times before giving an instruction. ”Open wide, pretty girl.”

You obey him without question, mouth gaping and tongue hanging over your bottom lip. He presses the tip to your tongue, and a shiver runs through your body in anticipation. You eagerly lap at his pink tip, closing your lips around it and massaging it with your tongue before letting your mouth fall open again. Jean rubs himself over your flat tongue, leaking bitter precum onto your awaiting tastebuds as he teases himself towards the back of your throat. He finally gives in with a chuckle when you whine at him; your brows are furrowed and your jaw is starting to hurt, but you ignore the dull ache and be a good girl for Jean as you allow his cock to force its way down your throat. One of his hands is on the back of your head to sink you down on his dick, while the other ruffles its way through his hair. You moan at the feeling of his thick length easing down your throat, and tears prick the corner of your eyes as your nose touches the base of his crotch. Jean holds you there for a moment as he savors the feeling of you around him. He looks down, and Jean can feel his self-control slowly flying out the window when he sees you: lust-blown eyes wet and shiny as tears threaten to spill down your cheeks, and puffy, pink lips wrapped tight around his cock. His bottom lip slips between his teeth, and Jean slowly begins to raise your head up and down his length.

This goes on for a minute, and you love every bit of it. He occasionally lifts you away from his cock entirely, taking in your choked gasps and raspy breathes of air, before shoving you back down to the hilt. Your fingers knead at his balls, and the sensation has him grunting as the grip on your hair tightens. Your movements and the sounds of you struggling to take him only egg Jean on to go a little faster, and soon he’s using you like his own personal fleshlight, just as you want. His breathing speeds up and the redness of his face intensifies, head thrown back as he listens to the sloppy sounds of you taking him down your throat. You moan up at him, staring at Jean with those mesmerizing eyes, and he pulls you off of his cock with a wet ‘pop!’.

“Faster.” That’s all you utter before engulfing him in your mouth again, and he is more than happy to oblige. Jean begins thrusting into your mouth again, only quicker and less controlled. You know it’s only a matter of time before he’s grabbing the sides of your face and slamming you down hard against his pelvis with zero consideration for you and your need to breathe. And the thought of what was to come only made you more excited. The idea of Jean not giving a fuck, of just using you for his own pleasure, of being completely lost in himself as he fucks his hard dick down your throat. The knot in your stomach tightens, and the throbbing sensations in your spasming cunt are painful at this point. You want Jean’s tongue and his fingers in you so bad at this point, but you’re more than willing to delay your own pleasure if it meant being used like this.

Just as you expected, Jean becomes more and more unraveled as he arrived at his climax. Tears blur your vision and stream down your cheeks as you hold onto his thighs for balance, sucking and swirling your tongue within the small space in your mouth around his dick. His loud, stuttered groans are music to your ears, a tell-tale sign that you’ll get what you were after very soon. And there it is: the stilling of his trembling hips, the drawn-out groan as he holds your head down, and the feeling of thick streams of cum spilling down your throat. His grasp loosens before his hands fall to his side entirely, and you pull the softening appendage from your mouth. Jean takes in the sight of you, layering kisses up and down his length, rubbing at his balls and licking away any remaining remnants of his seed like the good girl you are, and then falls to his back onto the bed. He reaches down to caress your cheek, sighing and staring through half-lidded eyes as you manuever to sit on his lap. The look on your face reveals your intentions, not that Jean wouldn’t of known anyway. Of course you wouldn’t stop at just sucking his dick, you never did, it turned you on too much and you were always craving more of him afterwards. But, Jean was happy to gratify you. Anything for his angel.