Yall.. I Cant Stop Thinking About Sweet Jean Boy.

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.

* 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

Christian Slater brainrot ✨💕

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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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. 

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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