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JAMIE MUSCATO

YOU NEVER FAIL TO AMAZE ME 😻

THE GROWL I CANT-

(this is not my audio)

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Credit:- @4nglic4_

by any chance would anyone have a bootleg with Jamie Muscato as Enjolras 👀

(i’ve heard the audios but i’d like to see him)

fun fact: Christian Slater (the very original 1988 JD) voices Rand Ridley from Netflix's 2021 original Inside Job! :)

Yes! When inside job first came out i was so excited to hear him as Rand!! Christian is my Favourite Actor so i was so happy! :)

(He also voiced pips from ferngully (1992)) !

Christian Slater brainrot ✨💕

as a bisexual i fully agree 😩

Why I think Jason Dean from Heathers is bisexual

By me, Emma~

disclaimer: I actually just took some bi weird references in heathers and connected them to JD.

Well let's get started then! If you ever asked yourself "why most people think Jason Dean is bisexual?" This is for you.

He never denied it

When Kurt and Ram insult him calling him fag and by saying "what did your boyfriend said when you told him you were moving to Sherwood, Ohio?" He only seemed annoyed by the fact that they broke his peace.

He doesn't say anything about their comment, but just answer with "They don't seem to have a policy for assholes now don't they?"

And you may say, well he couldn't just say "first off I'm not gay, second pew pew." And i agree with you. But doesn't what he says sound like something who's queer would say to answer someone who insulted them back? Because it really does to me. Besides look at his annoyed expression. Does he look straight to you??

He wears a ear ring

Do i seriously need to explain this one?

His wardrobe

Well there's not really much of an explanation needed, but he always dress the same way. Flannel, t-shirt, jeans and trench coat. If it ain't bisexual culture then i don't know what is.

Gay knowledge and Moby Dick

Ok so: we all know the part where JD shows Veronica what he choosed as gay artefacts for Ram and Kurt right? But if you pay attention, he never said he bought them. He just said "here's what I've got." Which implies he could also just have them at home and since i HIGHLY doubt it were his father's, there's an high chance he owned them.

Besides, the man clearly drink mineral water. It's pretty obvious tbh.

And then, skip to Duke's "murder". He actually read Moby Dick because you seriously have to fight me if you think he just scrolled the pages without paying attention. I don't why i mentioned this to be honest he just like to read that doesn't make him bisexual

But like I'm desperate at the moment so

Hand Talking

He's not a very fast speaker, but he compense with his hands. He emphasizes every sentence with gesturing, making everything he says sounding right and leaving an impression on who's listening to him.

He just does it every time he open his mouth, with the exception of when he sit (but we'll talk about that too, it's the next point.)

How he stand

Maybe you didn't noticed the first time, but JD just can't walk straight. Look at his back, it just can't bring itself on being straight. Like the man himself.

When he stand still, he can't actually stay still. He's always moving, walking around the room, like when they plan Kurt&Ram suicide.

AND THE WAY HE SITS. He literally sit with his legs wide open and his back leaning on the back of the couch/chair or whatever he is (no wonder his walk isn't straight) Every. Single. Time. And I'm sorry but that's just the truth, go check yourself. He only sat decently during the funerals, and there too he was obviously forcing himself.

The smirk constantly placed on his face

This isn't bisexually related he's just hot ok

And that's it loves! I don't know if you read it until arriving here but if you did you're a very nice person. Those doesn't make sense at all (or maybe they do????) So it's just for fun ok :)

Maybe I'll add some that comes into my mind in the future, who knows 😏😏😏

Jamie Muscato’s JD really do be great huh

The flinches are??? So well done????

It’s so much easier to feel bad for him because Jamie does his vulnerability so well

I love his accent??? So much??? He’s travelled around the country, it would make sense for him to have a mismatched accent.

Dead Girl Walking was so sad :C Try to pry acholic Big Bud Dean out of my cold dead hands

It especially doesn’t help that drunk Veronica was pushing him him around and being demanding gosh it hurts like sure to some it’s kinky but I don’t think JD was enjoying it

Gosh he has such great comedic timing “ShE wAs ReAdiNg ThE bElL jAr”

“You were right. I destroy things just like my dad… I don’t want you to become my mom….” YOU HAD NO RIGHT

Christian Slater brainrot ✨💕

進撃の巨人×Sanrio characters コラボイラスト

Hawks unironically listens to the Rio soundtrack because bird movie and he genuinely finds the soundtrack absolutely bussin bussin and you’ll have to pry this shitpost headcanon from my cold, dead hands before I drop this. You CANNOT TELL ME you can’t imagine this cute ass mf walking on a roof during a patrol and fucking HOT WINGS comes on in his headphones and he drops whatever he’s doing just to do a little dance to the rhythm and sing along to our iconic line, “I wanna party, I wanna samba~” cutie probably actually learned to samba, too. 

Overhaul is pure evil.

I want to sit on his lap.

💖 UKAI KEISHIN SUPREMACY 💖

FEMALE READER VERSION

Of all Hawks’ secrets, you are the most well-kept.

Version: Female Reader version | Male Reader Version Links: Gifset (art only) | Mood Music

NIGHTHAWK Rating: Explicit   |   Word Count: 13k  | Art: 14 animations, 2 stills (Technically no spoilers, but if you aren’t caught up on the events of the manga you’ll be missing important context. The fic takes place after Hawks’ meeting with the commission.) Synopsis: Casual was the word you used when you first agreed to sleep together. As weeks turned into months turned into a year, those quick and dirty nights blossomed into private moments that earned him little pieces of you. Warnings: Dom!Hawks, Nurse!Reader, animalistic behavior, rough sex, quirk/feather play, light bondage, biting, praise kink, hurt/comfort, secret relationship, talk of past lovers, mentions of death, panic attacks, PTSD, mention of a past, non-canon event. Spicy, then bitter, then sweet.

There was nothing exceptional about your life from an outsider’s perspective. You lived in an apartment on the outskirts of Jaku City, unmarried and childless. During the day you attended medical school where you studied for your doctorate. During the evening you worked as a nurse in the intensive care unit. Then, when you were home, you sat alone for dinner at a kitchen table meant for two.

Wash. Rinse. Repeat.

For the past year, however, an occasional tap at your sixteenth-story window would break up the lonely monotony. The tap was quite a scandalous secret, not that anyone would believe you if you let it slip. Even you still had a hard time accepting the bizarre reality of the situation; but it was real. Just as real his voice, which you could hear echoing faintly through your apartment.

You glanced up from your lukewarm dinner and dropped your fork. For a long moment, you sat in silence, listening intently until you heard it again. It was him; it was his voice. Your heart pounded against your ribs as you shoved out of your chair and jogged to the window. The part between your curtains opened, but when you peeked through you saw only the glow of city lights below a blanket of darkness.

A frown found your face, and a sigh spilled past your lips. You heard his voice; you would never mistake it for another. It echoed casually against your dim walls again, and you turned your head towards the sweet sound. The television was on in the living room. Your heart dropped at the realization. The little square thing sat on your end table and taunted you with his image. 

There he was. Hawks, the winged hero, being interviewed by a woman in a pantsuit. It wasn’t often he did interviews, so you left your dinner to go cold in favor of watching the program.

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Synopsis: They say communication is key when it comes to a relationship. But how does one communicate when they’ve got the confidence of a penny compared to their Adonis-like boyfriend of a man? Not to mention the tortoise-like pace movement occurring between the relationship. How does one confide that their heat is a few days away and you would kindly like to be fucked into oblivion? Vice versa, how do you tell your shy bunny that you want her ass up, face down as you imagine impregnating her? What happens when your heat and your boyfriend’s rut happen the same week and fail to inform the other? Chaos happens.

Pairing: Hawks (Keigo Takami) x Bunny!reader

Genre: Smut (with a dash of fluff)

Word: 11.8K

Warnings: Hawks is WHIPPED, dry humping, feral Hawks, Hawks drops you in the sky but it’s alright, phone sex, dirty talk, slight wing kink, Reader and Hawks are lowkey dumbass, communication is key, wall sex, oral sex (receiving), fingering, Keigo’s thicc dicc, Hawks touches your bunny ears, slightly exhibitionism (like you find out in the end), Rumi is there for like a sec, fingers in mouth, all might is a cock block

Art by: ajkk on zerochan

Friday - Day of Heat and Rut (respectively)

Who would have thunk? Not Keigo that’s for hell sure. Even if his very corrupted mind and very aroused body laid present at the moment, he still could not have expected the actions to occur. How can he when not so long ago (four days in fact) he could not have imagined himself in such a provocative position with you? Not to take away anything from your smoking hot body that he’d thought about more times than he’d like to admit in the latest of nights as his hand stroked his sensitive cock. No, your looks were not an issue, but the pace of your relationship could have been the key opponent for why he never expected to see himself, to see you, to see you both in such positions. 

Your cheeks flushed a glorious red that could battle the crimson of his fluttering wings, painted to display the clear arousal. Competing against the fucked overglaze in your doe-eyed orbs that streamed tears of anticipation and oversensitivity. The innocence in your eyes alone was enough to continue painting the image of your sweet and innocent bunny he knew you as. 

Fucken liar. 

It seemed in one night, one action he learned more about your inner thoughts and personality than the six months of pining and playing cat and mouse with you. The small scientist you were in his eyes. Adorable, precious, he could wrap you in his wings and take you away. Coo at you as he smirked seeing the pink meet your cheeks and your gaze fall to the floor. Your button nose twitching and boy did he have the urge to lean over and press his lips to it just so he could see his bunny wither and let out that sweet melody of a squeal from his bold moves. 

You were the bunny who was too shy to accept his flirtatious words and would stutter over your words as your face went from pink to red. The cute bunny who would not accept his many dates no matter how suave he attempted to be in hopes to rope you in and it was the gracious (yet annoyingly) string-pulling of old woman Rumi to get you to accept one date (which turned to several and several). His bunny who looked like a goddess reincarnated in his coat and unknowingly (or knowingly) ruffled his feathers with so much as one touch. He swears every part of him felt what could be equivalent to a drug haze from your first kisses. 

And what felt like a drug haze before could not compare to the euphoric bliss induced state he was floating through now. And it was all thanks to his bunny. 

His sexy, alluring, luscious, tempting bunny who was more than meets the eyes. 

Arms tied above your head with a cardinal satin piece of cloth (one of several R-rated items that you owned without his knowing). Your top, long removed, allowing the voluptuous breasts of yours he so often wished to have in his mouth to suck and nip out for his display. Marks covered them entirely, reminding him of his former actions. Sweat coated your body, a trail from your stomach leading down a trail where only your black lace panties barely covered you. His hawk (no pun intended) gaze sees the slickness sticking and coating your captivating thighs left with bruises made from his hands and mouth. 

“Keigo,” Your whimper pulled him from his admiration of hard work, gold met your blissed-out gaze. 

“Please,,, do something. I can’t take it anymore. Please.” You pleaded as if your life depended on it. The sentence alone was enough to send his cock shifting within his last remaining undergarment. Felt against your thigh he watched you struggle to lean your body downward in an attempt to match your clothed pussy to his cock (a failed attempt resulting in your whimpers and white ears on your head to twitch). 

How was it you, his shy bunny who still blushed when your gazes met, could unravel and release the submissive underneath begging for his cock inside of you? Holding a gaze that was pleading to be ruined, dominated, and treated like the fuck doll you were. His mate to-be what he wished the absolute most right now- to breed, to pump her full of his cum so that you bear his young and claim you officially, forever as his. 

His,,, his,,, his. 

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Hold me tight, hold me close (Levi Ackerman/Reader)

Summary: Levi had dreamt about sharing a bed with you for years, but life has a funny way of giving you what you want. In other words, following the tragic events that came with reclaiming Wall Maria, Levi finds comfort in your arms.

A/N: This is part of a series I’m working on called ‘The Pursuit of Intimacy’ which follows Levi’s relationship with you (the reader) as you both explore different levels of intimacy. It can be read independently, but will include brief mentions of other chapters.

T/W: Mentions of gore, dark thoughts, grief and spoilers of the end of season 3.

Part  1 here (although it’s not truly necessary to read enjoy this one)

Levi sat in the dark. The sun had set a half hour ago, but he hadn’t found any reason to light a candle. It’s not as if was he was going to do anything productive, he’d probably stay in that same position until dawn, just like the night before, and the one before that, and the one before that.

One month had passed since the reclaiming of Wall Maria. Technically it had been a victory. Technically humanity had a reason to celebrate. Technically they were all decorated heroes that deserved high honors. Technically…

Levi sighed, ‘Technically it’s all bullshit.’ He thought bitterly, ‘Technically we are no where near the end, and we don’t know if it was all for nothing. Every time we think we get closer, more shit comes our way… it’s like a labyrinth of riddles. We’re all just fools running in circles.’

His eyes stared into the void, deep in thought. ‘I don’t know if we’ll ever find the answers you were looking for Erwin.’

It was always the same thoughts that swam through his mind. They flooded his head anytime he was alone, weighing him down along with the eternal guilt he felt.  Simply existing was draining these days.

A soft knock interrupted his wallowing. Gray eyes glared at the door, willing whoever was at the other side to go away. A few seconds later, however, another knock followed.

’Tch.’

It was probably Hange, only they would be bold enough to insist.

‘It’s me Levi.’ You said, ‘Could you please let me in?’

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𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐮𝐟𝐟 𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞’𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐣𝐞𝐚𝐧 𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐩.

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐚, 𝐬𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐝𝐚𝐜𝐫𝐲𝐩𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐚, 𝐨𝐫𝐚𝐥 (𝐟! 𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐞𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠), 𝐜𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐨𝐮𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐝, 𝐩𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐬𝐞, 𝐝𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐲 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐤.

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐣𝐞𝐚𝐧 𝐤𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐢𝐧 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 𝟏.𝟏𝐤

the shine of the early morning light pours in from behind the thin curtains shattering golden sprays of light across the room.

a light breeze pushes past the curtains and coats both your warm bodies in a relaxing cold. the chirp of the morning birds hang in the air as you search for the warmth of jean through the blankets.

you were still well asleep as jean presses soft and honey sweet kisses along your neck. he couldn't resist after hearing your small whimpers spill from your mouth practically begging for more of his warm touch.

he didn't know what flipped inside of him. it was something he thought that he'd never find himself doing. but you just looked too irresistible to not tease in your sleep.

was it your slightly puffy lips huffing out soft whines that he was eager to devour? or your swollen nipples that unknowingly slid out from under your tank top as you tossed and turned in the heat of the bed? perhaps it was how helpless you looked after he had fucked you out the night before?

he had spent the entire evening drowning in your tearful face and erotic whimpers.

"look at how needy my pretty baby is for me even in her sleep," he whispers as he hovers over you taking your free breast into his mouth. he enjoys the softness of your peaks that feels like melting whip cream in his mouth. "let me take care of you, baby."

his teeth softly graze over the swollen areola of your breast before he gently bites down on your hardening bud. he soaks in the small breathy moans that spill from your lips.

he feels his semi-erect dick twitch the slightest bit from your soft, angelic noises. he continues to caressingly sucks at the cloudy peaks of your breasts.

"my pretty princess must be feeling so good. let's see how wet you are," he coos as he pulls away from your breast with a lewd pop. he pinches your nipple amazed by how fast it went hard from his touch.

his hand slides down the hot skin of your abdomen before reaching the soaking insides of your panties. the pads of his cool fingers slide up and down your soaking pussy as he groans from satisfaction at your arousal.

he crawls down lower to the bed as he slowly tugs your panties off making sure to not wake you. "let's see how pretty your pussy looks after ruining you last night."

he props you legs up on his shoulders as he observes the leakings of his pearly substance from your warm cunt. “always looking so pretty for me, hm?”

he admires how you still looked so swollen and raw from him stretching you out all night long.

"good girl, you listened well and stayed filled with my cum," he praises as he brings the mixture of your juices to his lips with his fingers. he could feel the throbbing of his cock against his loose boxers when your cunt flinched from his cold fingers sliding up your folds again.

he's over taken by a boiling emotion in him as he can't help but poke his tongue into your twitching hole. a needy moan falls from your lips as you steer in your sleep.

you tighten around the wet membrane wanting more of the pleasurable touch. he pulls away teasingly not giving you what you want. "i see you can still be demanding even in your sleep."

it came out in a grim and dark chuckle. he leans down blowing cool air onto your hard clit noticing how it peeked out in need for attention. he places a teasing lick to the sensitive bud as your hips jerk up from the light touch.

he takes the movement of your hips as encouragement and pulls your clit into his mouth softly sucking it. the small whimpers you released intensified into louder and louder moans. he circled and teased at the bud that pulsed on his tongue.

you slowly begin to come to wake as you feel the rough scruff of his beard tickling your inner thighs. your mind feels so mushed in between a strange sensation of both drowsiness and pleasure. you didn't feel aware of your surroundings as your eyes blur in fuzzy sleep.

your hips softly rock at the source of pleasure as you yearn for the ecstasy that pulled you from your sleep.

"is my princess waking up already?" he murmurs on your fluttering cunt as he reassuringly holds onto one of your hands. your other hand stretches down to tug at his soft, brown locks.

the familiar voice drags you out of your sleep as you realize it was jean in between your sore legs. you feel so overwhelmed by the painful pleasure of overstimulation on your swollen cunt.

"it's fe...feels so...so good."

you moan out your first words as your grip on jeans hand. you completely blink the sleep out of your eyes as you stare at the sight of a lust eyed jean licking at you.

just the sight alone was enough to make you want to come. the overstimulation brought tears to your bottom lids. his intense stare into your eyes made you even weaker to your already weak knees.

your gaspy whines made him throb in a buzzing sensation. he felt so good seeing you being a crying mess from just his tongue. he slowly begins to grind himself against the material of his boxers to seek relief for his hardness.

"go ahead, little one. cum on daddy's tongue."

the vibration of his words go straight to your clit as the overwhelming pleasure swirls in your abdomen.

your back arches into the bed as the euphoric delight shoots through your nerves. he feels his boxers fill in warm fluid from the sight of your trembling thighs on his face.

your body falls limp from tiredness as jean climbs up and hovers over your lips. you notice that his beard scruff was now lightly coated in glistens of your juices.

he whispers against your lips in his raspy voice as he begins to speak the first coherent words you understand.

"good morning, princess."

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yall.. i cant stop thinking about sweet jean boy.

his cheeks get all red when you tease him and he’ll hide his face in the crook of your neck. he loves loves back rubs and when you play with his hair. he has to cuddle/be touching you while he’s sleeping or he just cannot sleep. he’ll huff and groan around you when you don’t give him attention in a subtle not very subtle way. he likes showering your face in kisses and telling you how much he loves you, but he also really loves it when you do the same to him. he loves butterfly kisses and will get this stupid grin on his face when you give each other one. he purposely scratches you with his beard because he loves to see your nose scrunch and hear you giggle while saying, “jean it tickles!” he loves those hugs with you that last for long periods of time. every time he looks at you his eyes just sparkle. jean just loves you with all of his being and can never truly get enough of you as you are.

domestic bliss (jean kirschtein x reader)

note: i wholeheartedly blame tiktok for this idea but i’m not mad at all about it. also, i wrote this on my phone because the wifi went out but i wanted to publish it 😩🤚 enjoy reading and sobbing after because jean isn’t real

word count: 300

It was nine in the morning. Yet that didn’t stop Jean from belting out the lyrics of “More Than a Woman” by the Bee Gees while making an omelet.

It wasn’t the first time you had seen him like this. Jean was a morning person — oddly enough — and he enjoyed making breakfast. The first time you stayed with him overnight had been quite a shock because he hadn’t seemed like the type to sing along to a meticulously curated Spotify playlist while cooking. Now, more than a year into your relationship and moving in together, you had gotten used to his morning shenanigans.

“Put on a shirt. You’re going to get burned.” You grumbled as you poured coffee into your favorite mug.

Jean paused singing and turned to you with a pout. “What? I thought you liked me shirtless.”

“Not when you’re standing next to a hot stove.” You eyed the flame and hot pan wearily. Cooking wasn’t one of your favorite activities. You only ever did it when necessary, and even then it would be rare to do so.

You watched as Jean suddenly put the spatula in his hand down and turned towards you.

“More than a woman to me,” he singed, wrangling the mug out of your hand and twirled you thrice around the small kitchen. He then clutched you close and hummed as the song continued in the background.

“I love you,” he said, squeezing you before releasing you with an apologetic gaze. “But breakfast isn’t going to cook itself.”

You laughed and watched him go back to the stove. Grabbing your coffee mug, you started to walk to the bedroom to get ready for the day and said over your shoulder: “Yeah, keep cooking. I might just be tempted to elope with you.”

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⚠️ Season 3 Spoilers ⚠️

when Levi was younger, his mother would always hum a certain song to him, he can’t remember the words,but he can remember the tune perfectly.

He often finds himself humming it when he’s stressed or upset about something.

One day after a very tough expedition, Commander Erwin called him to his office, they were talking about casualties and things of the sort.

The conversation died down and Levi was about to leave when he heard Erwin humming the same tune that always comforted him.

He turned around and looked at him, memories of Kuchel filling his mind.

He felt relaxed, he hadn’t even realised how tense he was.

It became a normal thing for Them to hum to each other when either was stressed or upset.

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When Erwin Died, Levi went back to his body and hummed the song to him for one final time.

* Levi Ackerman Headcannons *

He isn’t into PDA but he will give you head pats or just ruffle your hair when around other people.

His Love language is acts of service, I feel like he isn’t great with words, so he would express his feelings by bringing you tea, cleaning your office, checking your odm gear is working properly, things like that.

Since he has insomnia he would probably watch you sleep on a sofa next to his desk while he works.

If your sleeping in the bed he would peek his head through the door every few minutes just to make sure you’re ok.

He absolutely adores when you stroke his hair and scratch his undercut with your nails.

He loves going on walks with you.

I feel like he’d be scared of thunderstorms (because of what happened with Isabel and Farlan) so when one happens he would be curled up under a blanket and you would just have to hold him and tell him everything is going to be okay.

Every time he goes into town he would bring you home a little trinket that reminds him of you.

If he did finally have some time to sleep and rest he would probably lay his head on your chest while you run your fingers through his hair.

Or if he’s not laying his head on your chest, he is holding onto your arm with his face nuzzled into your shoulder.

One of his favourite pastimes is Sitting in front of the fire, reading a book, with you curled up beside him sleeping.

Or Him laying his head on your lap while you read outloud to him.

He likes when you hug him from behind.

He’s Actually Hilarious, like I don’t think he realises how funny he actually is.

He will just randomly poke your cheek.

He has really fluffy and silky hair.

He smells like Mint and Vanilla with the occasional scent of bleach.

He gets flustered really easily.

Most likely would fall asleep on your shoulder

Kisses with Sebastian would include...

𝐹𝒶𝓃𝒹𝑜𝓂: 𝔅𝔩𝔞𝔠𝔨 𝔅𝔲𝔱𝔩𝔢𝔯. Sebastian x reader

𝒜𝓊𝓉𝒽𝑜𝓇’𝓈 𝓃𝑜𝓉𝑒: a short and sweet writing for your weekend. Yes I reused this gif because it’s so soft 🥺

Kisses are Sebastian’s favorite ways of showing his devotion to you. They’re brief, but full of meaning. He will never kiss you if he doesn’t mean it

Every morning there’s a kiss waiting for you as soon as you open your eyes. You’ll feel Sebastian’s warm lips press against your forehead and then the soft, low murmur of his good morning greeting

He likes teasing you by placing a kiss on your nose and then suddenly biting the tip of it. It’s unexpected and it never fails to make him giggle at your flustered reaction. The real treasure here is his soft giggle, it’s something only you get to hear

Kisses on your lips aren’t always heated and needy, sometimes they’re just a chaste way of reminding you that he’s there for you. However, should you happen to graze your tongue on his lips or take a small bite he will definitely hold you tight and close for a heated makeout session

Sebastian is very good at sensing your emotions. So when he sees you’re feeling down or insecure, he’ll come and silently hug you and place butterfly kisses all over your face, and would pay special attention in kissing your hands, since he finds them so beautiful. He’ll whisper pet names like darling, kitten, sweet one, as he comforts you. It’s also goes without saying that Sebastian’s hugs are the best. His much taller frame accommodates yours just perfect. If you stay still, you can hear his heart beating steadily

When he’s with you he always removes his gloves. It’s a barrier between him and anyone he comes in contact with, and he certainly doesn’t want that barrier between you both. He likes touching and feeling your warm skin against his own

He’s always very affectionate behind closed doors, both because a butler can’t be seen having a sweetheart and well, because in his line of work it would mean exposing you to his world full of enemies, but you can count on the fact that on almost every night, your demon lover will come back to you and kiss you good night before you fall asleep

-🌸🐇

* On your period with Jean Headcannons *

You wake up clutching your stomach, you turn over, groaning in pain to see Jean staring at you with worry in his eyes.

“Baby, are you alright??”

“Yeah, it’s just my period”

He quickly sits up and hops out of bed, walking swiftly to the bathroom. He had prepared a warm bath for you to soak in while he runs to the store.

Before he leaves he drops a pair of his sweatpants, one of his oversized hoodies (which he sprayed in your favourite cologne before he left) and he also left a little note on top,

𝘛𝘰 𝘮𝘺 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦, 𝘐’𝘷𝘦 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘳𝘶𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘣 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘴𝘯𝘢𝘤𝘬𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘱𝘢𝘥𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘢𝘮𝘱𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶, 𝘐’𝘭𝘭 𝘣𝘦 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘢𝘴 𝘴𝘰𝘰𝘯 𝘢𝘴 𝘐 𝘤𝘢𝘯, 𝘪𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘣𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘐 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘳𝘰𝘰𝘮 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘤𝘶𝘥𝘥𝘭𝘦.𝘐 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘰 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩 ~ 𝘑𝘦𝘢𝘯 <3

You put on the clothes and made your way into the living room, you got comfy and fell asleep quite quickly,

You woke up to a soft kiss being placed upon your cheek, you opened your eyes and saw jean bent down in front of the couch just looking at you, he kissed your nose and walked into the kitchen.

After, he came back with a big bag full of sweets and chocolate for you, he lifted your head And put it in his lap as he ran his fingers through your hair.

He turned on a Movie for both of you too watch , you ended up switching positions and you were now laying in front of him, your back to his chest, as he slowly massaged your stomach to help with cramps.

After a while you fell asleep, and he lifted you up and carried you into bed, he changed you into one of his sleep shirts and put your hair into a quick loose ponytail.

He tucked you in and kissed your head before sliding in next to you.

You opened your arms and he rested his head in the crook of your neck, he kissed it lightly while whispering sweet nothings into your ear.

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* Jean Kirschtein Headcannons *

He would never admit this out loud, But, after a long day at work the one thing he looks forward to is getting to lie down, put his head in your lap, and just for you to run your fingers through his hair, especially if you scratch his scalp with your nails, It’s the one way he can just wind down and relax and most of the time he ends up falling asleep.

As arrogant and cocky as he may seem, Jean has the biggest heart, he will always offer to help if he feels he is needed, He is so respectful to everyone he meets, it just warms your heart.

Because he is so tall (6”3) He buys really big hoodies and shirts to make them fit properly, and most of the time when he walks in the door he finds you snuggled up on the couch in one of his hoodies or shirts and he pretends to get mad, but he knows he could never with how cute you look, it always makes his heart flutter and his cheeks tint a light shade of pink.

He was built so you could lay your head on his chest when cuddling, his favourite position is spooning, he doesn’t mind being big spoon because he likes the feeling of knowing you’re safe, but he really enjoys being little spoon, the feeling of you being curled around him, your soft breathes at the back of his neck gives him so many butterflies.

He acts like a big flirt but in reality he’s a blushy stuttering mess if you were to flirt back with him.

He constantly spoils you, he absolutely loves you being HIS baby and wants to let you know how much he truly appreciates you.

He Loves just grabbing your cheeks, squishing them together and giving you a quick kiss on the lips.

He loves giving hugs from behind and just burying his face into your neck, kissing you lightly and sometimes nibbling on the skin to tickle you.

He is a really heavy sleeper, but he wakes up super early in the morning.

If you aren’t awake at the same time as him, he’ll just sit there admiring you and giving small kisses to your nose, cheeks, forehead and finally Lips.

His morning voice is so hot, it’s really deep and gravely, his bed head always sticks up in about 100 different directions.

Has endless pet names for you, here’s a few of his faves - Baby, Babe, BabyGirl/Boy, Princess/Prince, My love, sweetheart, Darling

You also have pet names for him; Jeanboy, Baby, Babyboy, Prettyboy, My stallion, My love, Honey, Darling,- All of which leaves him a blushing mess whenever you say them.

His ideal date would be stargazing on a hill surrounded by flowers with you lying on his chest or curled up under his arm while you both talk for hours.

You bought him a sketchbook for his birthday and he would never show you what he drew, he was scared you would make fun of him, but when he finally gave in and open his sketchbook, it was filled with drawings of you.

He absolutely loves just laying on top of you, his face on your chest, listening to your heartbeat while he buries his face in your neck, the hair on his chin tickling you slightly.

He would 100% just bite your cheek randomly, with no warning, you could be lying down or standing up, he’ll give you a quick kiss and then just bite it. It always leaves you in a fit of giggles

Jean gets really bad nightmares, every time he has one he pulls you closer to him, and his breathing quickens, the only way he can calm down is if you kiss his jaw and ruffle his hair, he will finally settle down and go back to sleep