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I just wanted to remind y'all that Hange likes cats.

Te cutest thing you're going to see today

Credit @/levi_Ackerman on instagram

It's already December 25 in Japan

Happy birthday to my second favorite character<3

All I want to say is that any ending without Levi is a meaningless ending to me.

PASSENGER PRINCESS - connie springer x black!reader

summary: your... best friend takes you on your weekly late nights drives. but, this night is different: both of you are aware of the tension between y'all even though neither of you address it- until tonight. warnings: marijuana usage, best friends to lovers, eventual smut, yk car sex, french kissing

you just had got off work, and today really wore you out. it was the usual: your manager was getting on your nerves, there was this lady who tried to argue with you over the counter, and you had to train probably the most incompetent teen who had just got hired. all you knew is you need a blunt and a nap.

as you're laying on your bed ready to kick your clothes off, your phone buzzes. a text from connie, probably the only person you have patience for right now. it reads 'you home?' to which he knows you are, he found out when you get off work (because he listens, of course. totally didn't do his own research before you even told him directly). the minute you text back he's calling your phone, and you roll your eyes a bit 'cause you already know he wants to bother you now.

"hello, sir?" you can hear him smack his lips.

"man, you not even tired! i'm 'bout to head out anyway, just wanted to see what you was doin' right now."

"what, you trynna pick me up?"

"don't ask dumbass questions, you want me to pull up or not?"

you smile to yourself, and get up to change out your work clothes. "mmm... yea. c'mon."

"bet." *click*

soon enough, you see his car pull up from your apartment window and make your way out the door. as you walk down the stairs, you can't help but grin to yourself. no matter how bad of a mood you're in you would never miss an opportunity to chill with his fine as- you mean, the only tolerable dude you know.

you open the car door, the smell of weed hitting your nose. "yooo!" connie greets you with a smile, and a wood in hand. he already had started to roll up before you even made it to the car.

"nigga, what did i tell you 'bout smoking outside here?! if i get in trouble, it is not gonna be my fault!"

"you'on wanna hotbox?" he asks obviously, making you roll your eyes as you buckle in your seatbelt.

he starts the car up and places one hand on the wheel, ready to find an empty parking lot. he notices how you stare outside the window, hand resting on your cheek. "work piss you off?" you simply reply with, "why?" and he says "you not talkin' like usual and actin' all bothered."

he was right, work did piss you off. but for some reason, he was making you especially nervous today. "ion know, just my manager was on dick today. and i had to train this lil' boy he was pissing me off too. i know he a kid but damn, this why i ain't wanna be a trainer in the first place. i already work overtime most of the week i don't be having the energy for that shit, y'know? he keep giving me all these things to do like my schedule not already tight and i'm busting my ass just to still not get promoted yet." it was nice to get stuff of your chest like this because it really calmed you down. better yet, he knew how to calm you down. he knows how to listen while making sure you're still having a good time.

he eventually pulls up to a gas station. "well, don't let that shit bother you. you probably gon get promoted anyway cause you actually do your job. besides, if that don't happen, i been telling you to quit anyway." getting out the car, he pulls his hoodie over his head and comes to open your car door. "now c'mon." "i don't want noth-"

"i said c'mon, mama, i'm getting you snacks! and i want some too i'm not leavin' you in here."

having no argument, you get out and walk with him inside. since it is late, you're the only ones in there and there's only one cashier in sight. the mid aged lady smiles at the two of you as she notices the door bell ring. you both grab a drink of choice from the freezer and make your way to the counter. he sees your eyes dart to a bag of chips, and he picks it up to place it down before you grab his hand. "you don't have to, con." he ignores you, sliding it to the cashier to scan. "oh, stop it, you act like i haven't payed for your hair before."

"your total is $12.59"

he pulls a 20 out his pocket, handing it to her a taking his change. as you both leave, she says "by the way, you two are such an adorable couple!" but, before you can correct her, connie replies

"thank you, ma'am!"

now, you're both sat in the car laughing at the interaction that just happened. "thank you? for real?" you say through giggling. connie simply shrugs, "i ain't wanna make her feel bad!" in your mind, you began to question his response still. why didn't he say no? "i mean shit, you don't look bad so." he stops, furrowing his eyebrows and side eyeing you. "oh, if i was ugly you woulda had a issue?" you look to the side as he pretends to start to be offended. "well, yeah duh." he laughs in response, you following after. "alright, dude."

eventually, he pulls into a random parking lot. you see a bench and a sign, so you assume this is just some park in the area. luckily, no one's here anyway. connie's hand finds the back of your headboard as backs up into a spot. "found this spot like yesterday, nobody really around at night. plus it's chill, i wanna talk to you and ion wanna be bothered seeing other people around."

you can't help but focus on his jawline as he looks back, barely paying attention to the words coming out his mouth. "you even listenin' to me?" he snaps you back into reality. you turn back in your seat as you smack your lips and he chuckles, settling back into his seat. he picks up from where he started, rolling a blunt for the both of you. once he finishes he pulls out a lighter from his glove department, bringing it to his mouth. your eyes pay good attention to his eyes glancing down at the wood, his fingers, his mouth as he inhales, and the way he looks at you after he puffs out smoke.. god he looked fine.

"damn, you gon' take it?" he asks before you even get the chance to zone out completely. you mutter "my fault" before taking it and bringing it to your own mouth. now, its his turn to examine your movements. you don't even notice him eyeing you: the way your acrylics look as you hold it, your makeup still looking nice after a full day of work, your closed lids, the way you're slightly titling your head back... fine as fuck he thinks to himself. he takes off his hoodie as his body warms up. when you look back at him, you see his toned arms in the moonlight and your face begins to heat up. "you feel better, ma?" you nod in response, attempting to contain yourself. however, he can't help but examine you and you begin to notice. "so, what you wanna talk abt?"

he uncharacteristically fiddles with his thumb and looks down. "well shit..." you take another hit, still making eye contact with him. "after that thing just happened it kind of reminded me even more," he takes a pause. he puts his hand out, and you pass the blunt to him before he continues. he brings it to his lips, slowly inhaling. then as he exhales,

"what if we was a couple?"

you take a second, nearly being took out your high that barely started coming over you. "oh.. uhm-"

"not like that, just what if, y'know?" he quickly interjects to save himself from possible rejection. "yeah of course....well, ion know like i said you not ugly." you end up shrugging. sure, you guys are friends, but it would be a complete lie to say you haven't thought about it yourself. you had just never planned on voicing it. "well, what do that mean?"

"i don't know, you not ugly. if we talking hypothetically you my type i guess." you explain, avoiding saying how you actually feel. "i guess is crazyyy." he leans back in his seat, throwing one of arms behind his head as he takes another hit. "so, i'm yo type?"

you feel yourself start to smile. "now what do you mean, sir?" he simply laughs. "i think you pretty too, y/n." his statement catches you offguard, and you find yourself speechless. he only laughs more and looks straight at you, now half-lidded with red hued eyes. "you ain't notice me starin' at you for how many times you been in my car? and you the only girl i really be having in my car, you basically my passenger princess."

the name passenger princess makes you feel warm in a place that you are not willing to acknowledge. "...well, i been starin' at you too. surprised you ain't notice" he's quiet for a second, then looks down at his lap with a smirk. "i did." you smack his arm and he's now in a fit of laughter as he relishes in your embarrassment. after a minute, he smiles at his eyes cant help but focus on your lips. "what?"

he takes a minute to think over the choices he's about to make. and after some thinking, he comes to a conclusion. "...c'mere, mama."

you stare at him for a second, questioning if this is a good idea. but, the way his arms look after removing his hoodie and the way he's manspreading is definitely blinding your judgement. so, you find yourself climbing in his lap just slightly raised up enough so you're not actually sitting on him. but, his hand wraps around your waist and makes you sit down. "aw c'mon, why you bein so shy? it's just me." and he's right. this isn't even the first time you've been this close to him or sat on his lap. your friendship has very little... boundaries. or better yet, you two have a closer platonic relationship than others.

he stares back at you as he raises the blunt in his hand to your lips. you take a hit, blowing smoke directly in his face. you both smile and laugh softly, connie biting his bottom lip. "you so goddamn fine, i swear."

all you respond with a soft giggle as you lean closer into his chest. he wraps an arm around your shoulders and holds eye contact. finally, you both slowly lean in, closing the distance between your faces. his lips instantly catch yours and set a steady pace. he tastes like soda and indica, but right now that is so delicious to you. subconsciously, you slowly move your hips on his laps in rhythm with the movement of your lips on his. he lowly grunts and pulls away. "woah, what you trynna do?" he mumbles, eyeing your body on top of his. "shit, i been holding in a lot, con... i'm on what you on."

his eyes find your thighs, then comes back up to your red, lazy eyes. "you sure, ma?" you bite your lip, "yeah... you want to?" a soft chuckle leaves his lips and he leans back in, centimeters away from your lips. "i been wantin' to do so much to you, y/n, i wanna make you mine.."

his lips crash onto yours and his hands immediately find your ass, massaging the plush skin hidden by your leggings. your tongue finds it way into his mouth and he matches you, tongues dancing with each other. you can feel his boner from under you, and you hope he can't feel you throbbing on top of him. he pulls away again, and tugs at the hem of your leggings.

"can i move these, baby?" he asks. you nod, and he pulls them down to your knees. you shimmy them off knowing you're better off without them restricting your ankles. in return, he scoots you back and he unzips his pants, pulling them down to reveal his stiff hard dick under his boxers. nearly drooling, you eagerly move back up and kiss him again. you grind your hips on his lap once more, moaning into his lips at the feeling. his hand go to guide you and kneed on your ass. he groans into the kiss, you making him harder than he already was.

then, you pull away. he takes a second to look down and notices the wet spot forming on his boxers. he smirks to himself, "damn, baby you that wet?" you look away, still grinding on him. he laughs to himself at your reaction then slides his hand down, pulling your underwear to the side. this thumb finds your clit and you gasp at the sudden contact. he rubs slowly, eyes glued down. he pays attentions to the way your hips begin to buck upward at his touch. then, he slowly slides two fingers into your entrance. "o-oh fuck-!" you moan out. looking back up to you, he licks his lips and focuses on you. "like that, mama?"

you hum in response, eyes closing with pleasure. grinning, he curls his fingers and earns a louder moan sliding out your lips like butter. the sound of you and your wetness as he plays with you is music to his ears. "c-connie..." as you moan out for him, he perks up teasingly. "hm, baby?" you open your mouth to speak, and cut yourself off with another moan. "i- fuck.. i need you"

"need what, babygirl?"

you whine, knowing he's making you say it. "..need you t' fuck me, bae.."

with that, he slips his fingers out of you, bringing them to his mouth and keeping eye contact as he licks them clean. while he does this he lets you pull him out his boxers, dick springing out. you already had a feeling, but he's big. you stroke him slowly, taking notice of how he squirmed in your touch. "fuck, y/n.." his hips buck upward and his lids close for a second, slightly throwing his head back. you end up throwing off your underwear, leaving you in only your hoodie you left the house in.

"take yo time, okay?" he says softly as you lift up. you nod, and finally begin to sink down onto him. he bites his lips as he feels your slick coating him as you slide his dick into you. your hands grip his shoulders as you sit all the way down, feeling every inch of him. you both moan at the feeling. after a few seconds, you start moving up and down on him. your head falls into the crook of his neck, moaning onto his skin and sending chills down his spine. "f-fuck...baby.."

his hands find your hips, following your movements. "damn baby, just like that.. ride that shit.." you pick up the pace and your grip on him tightens. he now goes to grips your ass, helping move you up and down on all his length. "fuck-! 's so big.." you're whining and moaning into his shoulder, working yourself on him.

connie starts to move his hips in unison with you. "yeah, you like that shit? he starts grinning, looking at your face buried into him. "mhm.. love this dick.." your slick is staining his boxers even more as it drips down while you coat his dick in arousal. "i know, mama, this pussy takin' me so well... you wet f' me." he smacks your ass, earning a small gasp out of you. "look at me, ma."

you lift your head and he smiles at you, admiring your current state. "sexy as fuck.." he moves to massage your hips before pecking your lips. "love you, princess." your heart flutters, as well as your pussy, and your lips form a small smile. "love you, pa" you circle your hips on him and he hums with satisfaction, curses falling out his mouth. "yeah, just like that.. so fuckin' good.."

you ride him with intent, doing it like you had always did in your fantasies. "you feel so good.." you moan, your hole gripping him tighter. "fuck.. i know, ma, i know. takin' this dick so well."

a knot begins to form in your stomach and your eyes squint again as you look back at him. "baby, 'm gonna cum.." you moan, now moving up and down faster. in response, he begins fucking up into you at the same pace.

"mhm c'mon, nut all on this dick." your moans grow in volume and you become putty in his hands. "fuckfuckfuck!" you cry out as your eyes close shut, and you're slamming your ass down on him as you chase your high. he moans as he watches you, holding you tighter. "yeah, there you go mama..." soon, you begin writhing on him as you cream on top of him, painting his dick white. you can feel the strings of your own cum as he continues to thrust into you, reaching his own orgasm. "c-connie! fuck!"

"'m close baby, 'm close, i know." his breathes are frantic and his head is thrown back. "holy fuck, baby.. shit-!" he pulls out as he jerks himself, releasing himself on your ass. you both lay on each other, out of breath as you come down. he looks at you, a smile growing on his face. "don't you go fuckin' somebody else like that, you mine now."

you smile back tiredly, leaning in to kiss him. this kiss is slow, and loving. you pull away, "and you mine."

© rumisgf

Yallll,i been workin on sumn.....well some thingzzz.

Police officer Jean Kirstein x black reader

Domesticated husband König x pregnant black reader!

Stalker Simon Ghost Riley x black reader

boyfriend Jean headcannons

tags: modern // all fluff

jeans arrogant persona completely disappears around you

when jean is in your presence he instinctively goes into protective mode

not in a controlling way he just wants you to always be & feel safe

and you definitely do feel safe with jean, in public he always has a arm around your shoulder or waist just to have you close so nothing ever happens to you

jean is also hyper vigilant in public he always triple checks before crossing a street with you and holding you extra tight while you cross

he is the boyfriend that is always holding you from behind

whether it be you two waiting for the train or standing in line at the coffee shop he always has to make sure you feel very safe

you and jean can also be ~that annoying couple~ in public who are always laughing very loud and obnoxiously at each other’s jokes

after sharing a good laugh together Jean always just stares at you while your mind is preoccupied elsewhere

he just thinks about how there is nothing in this world that he wouldn’t do for you, and he wonders how in the hell a horse face like him scored someone like you

(you don’t think he has a horse face at all)

jean just wants to take care of you in every way possible

his dream is to make you his little wife one day and provide for you in every way

perfect

jean x reader

tw & tags: talks of anxiety and body image issues // praise // body worship// established relationship// slight over stimulation // general smutt

18+ MDNI

word count: 800 short n sweet <3

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you always radiate confidence in any room you walk into, no one would ever know that it is false confidence. you secretly felt deeply insecure.

your insecurities surrounded your body mostly, you often felt like your breasts were too small, or your hips too wide, or your stomach too round. you often felt consumed by self deprecating thoughts over the body that you saw in the mirror.

you never wanted jean to find out about the constant battle you were having with your mind and body, so you made sure to never bring it up. you never realized how well jean really knew you, he could see it in your eyes when you passed a mirror, or when your eating habits became inconsistent. jean knew that you struggled with your body image.

jean loved you deeply, but didn’t know how to console you, he knew bringing it up would only make things worse for you.

jean wishes that you could see yourself the way he sees you. there is not a single thing jean would ever want to alter on your body, he hates the fact that you can’t see what he does, that’s why he always takes extra good care of you, especially in vulnerable moments during sex.

in intimate moments like this, jean likes to take his sweet time, placing both hands on your waist as he kisses down your stomach all the way down to your hips and thighs, “mmm.. so perfect, like you were made just for me. so, so perfect…” he loved worshiping your body, nestling his head between your thighs as you rolled your hips forward, forgetting about all of your insecurities when his heavenly lips sucked on your clit.

you suddenly felt your embarrassment rise to the surface once again, when jean reached up to roll one of your nipples between his fingers. you always over-thought moments like this, feeling insecure about the size of your breast and desperately hoping he wouldn’t notice that one was slightly bigger than the other. anxiety began to bloom in your chest, as your breaths became shorter.

jean noticed the distant look in your eyes when he lifted his head from your soaking cunt, “you still with me baby? want me to stop?”

you almost wanted to cry seeing how deeply jean cared, just by the look in his eyes.

“no please don’t stop” you whispered.

you desperately needed to feel his touch, it was the only thing that could ground you back into reality.

jean knew where your mind went, he decided that you needed extra care tonight.

jean mounted himself on top of you, wrapping his arms around your body pulling the two of you together in a deep embrace. your lips interlocked in a slow delicate kiss as your arms wrapped around his neck. the kiss grew more and more passionate as you felt your hips begin to buck against him in search of his cock.

jean broke the kiss, placing his forehead on yours, “do you want me to keep going, pretty girl?”

“god fuck, jean please fuck me” you said breathlessly.

jean didn’t hesitate, instantly sheathing himself into your warm cunt.

you both let out a deep moan when he released you from his embrace.

jean immediately moved his mouth to suck on your nipple, and reached one hand down to work circles on your clit as he pounded your pussy into oblivion.

you screamed from all of the stimulation, all thoughts left your mind. you could only concentrate on the pleasure jean was providing you.

you worked your fingers through his hair as his mouth moved to give your other nipple attention.

you chanted jean’s name over and over like your own personal mantra. “mmm that’s it my pretty girl, you're doing so good” he said, lifting his head to read your face as he tapped your g-spot with his cock, still rubbing circles on your swollen clit.

heat flooded your whole body, while tears began to prick your eyes.

jean knew you were close, “it’s okay, cum on my cock baby.” almost as if your body was waiting for those exact words, your pussy began to pulse tightly around jeans cock. you wailed as jean continued to pump inside your now overstimulated cunt. “ah good girl… good fucking girl” he said as he picked up his pace feeling his own orgasm brimming.

tears finally fell down your cheek as jean filled you with his warm cum.

you both groaned as jean pulled out of you.

jean’s soft gaze met yours, “i wish you knew how perfect you really are, i love you so much.” he said as he wiped the tears from your face, placing a kiss over the spots where the tears had fallen.

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ps if your having body image issues your not alone, i see you. & so does jean hehehe

hi, im a new follower :)

i found your fic through a tag that i follow (#aot fanfiction) and immediately loveeee your writing and started following you ;p and as i see, your requests are open! so, may i have jean and readers' life, after the rumbling? more specifically, what they do all day after three years of peace living in paradis :) thank you, have a great day :)

after the smoke cleared

jean x reader drabble

tags: slight spoiler for manga 34 // talks of dealing with ptsd // husband jean // fluff

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it’s been three years since the rumbling… three whole years, and you still couldn’t wrap your head around the fact that eighty percent of humanity was just gone.

if it wasn’t for jean, you didn’t think that you would have survived life after war. jean was the pillar of strength that kept you going, but he never told you that you are the reason for that strength. you are the only thing that motivated jean to keep going, even after the loss of so much life.

after the smoke cleared, and the peace talks were over, you and jean settled into a quaint little cottage on paradis. it was just what the two of you needed, your patch of land gave the two of you just enough seclusion so that you didn’t have to hear the industrial sounds of the island being rebuilt, while also being close enough to walk to town for all of your needs. your new home was your safe haven, it gave the two of you a chance to begin again.

adjusting to a new life of domesticity was not easy for either of you. you both had your fair share of restless nights, and night terrors. on the nights that your dreams felt terrifyingly real, jeans grip would always tighten around your waist while he whispered in your ear, “shhhh… you're okay. you're okay. i got you.” you would respond by turning to bury yourself into his chest, feeling grounded by his warm embrace. in moments like these jean always felt so grateful to have you here. while you felt grounded by his touch, jean felt grounded by your presence alone, feeling at peace just knowing your still alive, well, and here with him.

you would eventually fall back into your slumber, and jean would place a kiss into your hair before following you into a sound sleep.

the love that the two of you share is what got you through the days. you would always catch yourself staring at jean through the kitchen window, being completely lost in thought thinking about how the two of you made it this far.

how did i get so lucky to end up here, with you?

jean took notice of your staring while he was working hard in the garden, and sent a playful wink in your direction as he resumed his work.

jean took pleasure in nurturing his garden, he loved being able to see life form and take root into the ground, and later provide nourishment to both of your bodies.

the simple things is what jean grew to love in life, he loved you, and the life the two of you shared but jean couldn’t lie to himself, he desperately wanted to create life with you. jean always pictured you waddling around the house with a round belly carrying his beautiful baby.

jean would often fantasize about the two of you walking through town, shopping for baby clothes and supplies. he could just picture the two of you decorating a room in preparation for your first born. jean would also let you have free reign in naming the baby, as long as you didn’t try to name it eren, he wanted no reminders of his past life. the past and all things associated, were just too painful to think of.

jean didn’t want to dwell in the past, nor did he care about being a famous hero of the rumbling, he only desired to be a perfect husband and a loving daddy to all the babies he wished to create with you.

after surviving the largest mass casualty the world has ever seen, jean only cared about the life the two of you share.

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as always, feedback is appreciated xx

a kirschtein holiday

jean x reader

tags: // general smutt //overstimulation// masterbation // use of good girl // curse words // nipple play // fluff

word count: 2k

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“i’ve been thinking about you all day”

you blushed at the sound of jean’s voice coming through the other side of the phone.

you audibly sighed into the device. you missed jean so much, it was hard being away from him especially when you were lying in bed at night without his warm body next to yours.

you were back home visiting family for the holidays while jean stayed behind in the city. “i’ve been thinking about you too actually, even being around my family doesn’t keep me from missing you.” you said as you stared at the sun drenched ceiling of your childhood bedroom, the blinds on your window casting a shadow onto the surface.

a beat passed before jean’s voice came through the phone again, “say the word baby, and i’ll be on the first flight out to you.”

you shot up from the bed, you felt like electricity was pumping through your veins as the warm sensation of hope filled your chest. “don’t say things you don’t mean jean, i mean it. don’t get my hopes up.”

you could hear jean speaking through the smile that was plastered on his face, “oh i mean it, all you have to do is say the word princess, your wish is my command.”

the warm sensation in your chest spread throughout your whole body, you tried to conceal your tone not wanting to sound too excited, “but what about my family? are you sure you’re ready to meet them?”

“i’m ready if you are, princess.”

———

later that evening, you noticed snow beginning to fall outside of your family’s dining room window. your mother and father were in a deep conversation over the neighbor's dog, while your grandmother was trying to explain the new bill that just passed congress to your hard hearing grandfather after finishing your mothers famous casserole. you disregarded your plate as you moved towards the window to take in the view, the snow looked so beautiful falling against the christmas decorations in the front yard, the powder white snow perfectly blanketed the red and green lights that lined the driveway.

your breath hitched in your throat when you saw a yellow taxi cab pull into the drive, you tried to bury the giddy feeling that was rising in your stomach, knowing exactly who was inside the vehicle.

you felt kind of creepy, just blatantly staring out the window but you couldn’t peel your gaze away when you saw jean’s tall frame exit the vehicle. he was dressed as dapper as ever, fitting for the freezing temperatures wearing a white button down shirt and slacks with a long wool coat on top. you could tell he left directly from work to catch his flight. you also took notice of the red poinsettia flowers and the bottle of wine that jean had in hand as he made his way to the front door.

your excitement rose to the surface when the doorbell rang, “i’ll get it!” you said as you raced to the front door.

jean smiled down at you fondly when you flung the door open, “hey-“ you didn’t give him a moment to speak, you immediately wrapped your arms around his neck, taking him into a tight embrace.

jean hummed in your ear, “huh, guess you really did miss me.” he said as he placed a kiss into your hair.

“well hello there! you must be jean.” you released your boyfriend from your embrace at the sound of your mother’s voice.

jean attempted to readjust himself, having almost dropped the items in his hands from you pouncing on him. “yes ma’am, and it is a pleasure to meet you. i’m sorry for being late, it turned out to be quite a challenge finding a good bottle of wine inside the airport.”

your mother laughed as she took the items off of jean’s hands, “please come in, you must be freezing out here.”

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you were originally very nervous about how jean meeting your family would go, but it turns out your family just might like your boyfriend more than yourself. you were actually impressed with how jean was able to strike up a conversation with your typically reserved father.

there must be something in the wine. you thought as the two men cackled at each other's jokes.

the anxiety you felt before jean met your family completely melted away as you watched the scene play out before you.

your mother passed you a plate of pie as she took a seat next to you, “this one might be a keeper. he somehow broke your father out of his shell, if he successfully did that then.. well he must be a keeper.”

you blushed, still watching jean fraternize with your father and now grandfather.

———

your heart deflated a little when your mother broke the news that you and jean would have to sleep in separate rooms, she didn’t care how old you are now, there would be no “hanky panky” under her roof.

jesus christ.

jean placed a kiss upon your forehead before entering the guest bedroom for the night.

you pouted when he pulled away, missing the feeling of his lips on your skin. jeans hand gripped your waist while his tall frame loomed over yours looking down on your face intently, “i’ll see you in the morning.” his whisper of words caressed your ears sweetly, while the deepness of his voice compelled your pussy to grow wet. you instinctively pressed your thighs together in an attempt to push those feelings away, the last thing you needed was to get yourself all hot and bothered while you were home for the holidays. being horny in your parents house just felt completely wrong on all levels.

“okay, see you tomorrow.” you said as you quickly entered your room directly next to jean’s.

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you tossed and turned in bed for what felt like hours before you let out a huff of breath, abandoning the idea of sleep. you felt too pent up, you just wanted jean’s hands on your body but even if you were brave enough to disobey your mothers demand, you figured jean must’ve been asleep already.

conceding to your body’s needs, you flopped onto your back. you couldn’t believe that you were about to masterbate in your parents house all while imagining your boyfriend working your clit in the most heavenly way possible, the way only he can.

you slipped your sleep shorts off, discarding them on the floor and began to rub soft circles on your clit while snaking a free hand up your shirt to tease your already hard nipples. all thoughts evaporated from your mind as your hips began to instinctively roll against your hand, you picked up your pace against your throbbing clit. the temperature seemed to rise as warmth washed over your body, your mouth hung open as you panted heavily from pleasure.

your eyes went wide when you accidentally let a soft moan escape your lips, you were too lust drunk to stop your ministrations on your swollen clit, so you used your free hand to cover your mouth in an attempt to muffle the sweet sounds flowing from it.

jean was wide awake, staring at the snow falling past his window, he already had a hard time sleeping without you, and knowing that you were just one room away somehow made it even harder. jean’s mind was filled with thoughts of you and your body, wishing that he could palm your soft tits as your nipples grew hard under his touch, while fucking you so slowly that your body ached from ecstasy. jean pictured your form perfectly in his mind's eye, squirming and writhing under his touch.

jean’s gaze moved to the tent that his hard cock made in the fabric of his sleep pants. he sighed, not wanting to act on his horny thoughts by jacking off to the thought of his girlfriend that was probably fast asleep just one room over.

jean was stunned when his ears picked up on the sound of your sweet moan coming from the other side of the wall, he held his breath for a moment trying to listen closer, thinking that maybe he was hearing things. a beat passed, and your voice was heard once again, though much quieter this time.

whimpers fell from your mouth, now that your hand was not there to prevent it. you were so lost in the moment from both of your hands being put to use, one hand worked circles fervently on your clit while the other pounded your g spot. you didn’t even notice the sounds leaving your mouth, your eyes were clamped shut picturing it was jean going to work on your cunt instead of own hands.

you were so lost in pleasure that you didn’t hear jean stealthy enter the room. his broad frame towered over you at the end of the bed, watching you in complete awe as your hands vigorously worked your beautiful soaking cunt.

jean was grateful that your eyes were still closed as your cunt began to quiver around your fingers.

you quietly whimpered jean’s name over and over as you came, your body shook still picturing him in your brain.

a deep voice broke through the silence, “i’m right here baby.” you gasped when your gaze met jean’s, noticing his hard cock poking through his pants, just begging to be let out of the prison of fabric that it was encased in. “you look so pretty like this, i didn’t want to interrupt you.” he said with lust filled eyes.

you simultaneously felt relieved by jean’s presence, while also feeling much more needy now that he was standing before you. tears pricked your eyes at the sight of the beautiful man admiring your naked body from above you.

your body too cried out for his touch, “please” you whispered, “i need you, now.”

jean didn’t waste a second, seeing you in this state could almost make him cum on the spot, he loved seeing you all needy and strung out. jean settled between your already parted legs as he cupped your face, “goddamn i’ve missed you so much.” he didn’t allow you time to respond, jean’s lips immediately locked onto yours initiating a long overdue kiss.

you moaned into your boyfriends mouth when his large hand palmed your sensitive breast, jean’s body responded to the sweet sound by rubbing his clothed cock over your overstimulated clit.

the motion sent shockwaves through your body, you couldn’t help but scream into his mouth.

jean broke the kiss to place a palm over your mouth, as he still grinded himself against your soaking wet cunt.

“shh shh shh… i know baby, i know. be a good girl, and stay quiet for me. okay?”

you nodded your head, as you stifled another whine when his free hand rolled your nipple between his fingers.

your overstimulated cunt was crying out for jean’s cock, your hips bucked against his clothed length, causing his cock to twitch at the motion. jean leaned down to place a sweet kiss on top of the hand that was covering your mouth, “mm.. gonna be a good girl and take all of my cock without making a peep? hm?” a single tear slid across your cheek, you felt like your body was about to combust waiting for jean to take you, you nodded your head in affirmation.

jean’s cock sprung up, after being freed from the tight confines of his pants. the tip of his cock glistened with pre cum as he kept one hand over your mouth, and used the other to grip your waist tightly while he sheathed himself fully into your swollen cunt.

your mouth gaped open under jean’s hand as your back arched off of the mattress, your pussy was already fluttering around his length while the tip of his cock pounded the spongy material that was your g spot.

jean wished that he could hear all of your sweet whimpers that his cock elicited from your mouth, but he couldn’t risk waking up the rest of the house if he removed his hand.

jean leaned down, placing an open mouth kiss on your tender neck while quietly moaning into your ear as he pumped deep inside of your core,

“mm. such a good girl, your doing so good for me.”

more overstimulated tears streamed across your face, as jean’s cock forced a second orgasm from your pussy. jean moaned into your neck again at the feeling of your cunt fluttering around his cock, causing him to cum deep inside you.

your hands raked through his hair while the both of you rode out your orgasms. jean’s hand left your mouth, and was replaced with a long languid kiss.

you both cringed when jean unsheathed himself from your tired cunt, he reached his hand up to cup your face again while his thumb traced circles over the tear streaked flesh, “i love you so much.” he said with a smile, as he placed a loving kiss on your forehead.

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“so did you sleep well in the guest bedroom jean? it can get a little drafty in there during this time of year.” your eyes went wide at your fathers question during breakfast.

“oh it wasn’t drafty at all, i was actually quite warm last night, i slept like a baby.” jean said with a smile as his gaze moved to you, “what about you babe? how’d you sleep last night?”

asshole.

you immediately changed the subject, “the christmas tree really looks great this year mom, good job.”

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a/n: i just made a kofi you can get to it here or in my masterlist thanks for your support love y’all x

art credit: pwkj_cos on twitter

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jean never lets you go to bed angry.

even on the nights when you go back to your place alone needing space after an argument, jean will always show up at your door in the middle of the night looking a complete wreck.

jean just can’t sleep thinking that you would go to bed angry at him. you open your front door, being greeted with the sight of him holding a box of take-out from your favorite late night restaurant, and a worried look plastered all over his face, “please forgive me baby, i can’t bare the thought of you going to bed mad at me.”

Hi bby😩💓 u once reposted a Jean Audio and I love it sm can u pls link some of ur favourites or give the name of the VA who did this audio? Ilysm pls don’t forget to drink water and pls stay healthy!!!( ◠‿◠ )

yes! the VA is SamuelEnderby on reddit!!

here’s another audio that i really liked that reminded me of my kirschtein holiday one shot

nsfw audio

<3

Let's never forget that Naruto was Sasuke's first kiss

11th February 2014

Jean from Attack on Titan. I love so many characters in this anime, I don't know if I'll fit them all in! So I went with Jean because he is a perfect character and makes the best faces.

Also holy wow drawing people using the 3D maneuver gear turns out to be really fun.

Although I notice I forgot to go over one of the cables.

attack on titan heart memes!

like/reblog if you save!♡♡

Metalhead Jean🤘

Insta | Twitter -> blustock_

AOT brave order Marco security costume RARFF ARFF BARK BARK WOOOF ARFKK BRA ARK BARKK BARKWOOF

Attack on Titan Headcannons:

Levi-

- He’s actually great at Ice skating, he just doesn’t usually have any time to go. He will never tell anyone that he can skate either.

- After Erwins death, Levi vowed to never love someone ever again because the pain was unbearable.

- When Hange died, he decided not to get attached to people anymore; because they always seem to leave him anyways.

- When Levi was put in a wheelchair for life, instead of taking it like a retirement; he became suicidal

- Sometimes when he misses everyone, he asks for someone to push him to the beach; and he sits there, talking to everyone as the waves crash against the shore.

- Levi died young- around the age of 55-65, because he stuffered from a ton of physical and psychological damage that messed up his immune system.

Mikasa-

- Even After her marriage to Jean, Mikasa often has dreams about what life would’ve been like if she were with Eren instead. (Obv she doesn’t tell anyone this)

- Mikasa developed Anxiety after Eren’s death, and is a little over-protective of her children.

- She totally taught her kids to fight. (She beat up Jean as an example)

- When Armin became the new Commander of the Survey Corps, she only stayed for another year or two before leaving.

- Jean and Armin have forced Mikasa to go to a couple sessions of Therapy, and she traumatized the therapist instead.

-Mikasa has frequent Night terrors of having to cut off Eren’s head.

-Mikasa never grew her hair out because it reminded her of Eren.

-Mikasa hand washes her scarf often, because she’s afraid someone else will ruin it; and it means too much for her to lose it.

Armin-

- He was actually a great commander, because after the wars and Eren’s passing, He became more stern and less playful like he used to be.

- Armin still has the inner child in him, but he only lets it out with his S/O, and the other cadets that were with him when he was going through everything.

-He tends to have nightmares of when he became a burnt chicken nugget.

-He’s forced Mikasa to go to Therapy a couple of times; and it helped a little bit, but the therapist ended up traumatized too.

- He is still obsessed with the beach, and secretly he hopes that Levi can hear him from the other side when he talks to the water about how life is going on so far.

- He’s had a diary all along, and writes down everything into the book.

Eren-

- By season 4, since Eren was no longer able to show his emotions to anyone he trusted, he decided to write everything down in a Diary, since he’d read Armins and liked the idea.

- Eren was actually a very emotional person, but he shielded his heart in hopes that he could set everyone he loved free. Even if it killed him inside and out.

- Eren turned into a bird because a flying bird represents freedom, and his one goal that he managed to do wasn’t kill all titans, but rather see his people free. It was a representation of his spirit.

- Eren loved Mikasa too much to put into words, so even if it meant hurting her, he would do anything to keep her safe.

- He wrote down this on one page of the diary, “I wish I could tell everyone how sorry I am and how much I care about them, but it will ruin my mission. I know that Jean and I never got along, and I’m sure he hates me but; Mikasa, I really hope that you learn to love Jean. If anyone is worthy of your love, it’s him. Jean is a great guy, and when he looks at you, Mikasa, I can see it in his eyes. I hope that you understand that I’ve always loved you, so I need to give you Freedom. Even if it means we can never be together. Armin, Im sure you will be a great commander, but I hope the idea of sending people to their death doesn’t overtake his heart. I will miss you all, Eren.”

Jean-

- He was the one who opened Eren’s diary after his death; being petty and all- and began reading it out loud to Connie and Reiner because he was hoping to find something to tease his ‘Frenemy’ with after his death. Instead he ended up putting the book back and later crying alone in his room. He respected Eren the most after that incident. He told Connie and Flotch not to tell anyone about that.

- He did like Eren, but they argued a lot and was pissed about when he talked down on Mikasa the way he did.

- Jean had fallen in love with Mikasa in season one, and knew that Eren had her heart all the way; so when he found out that Eren wanted to give her heart to Jean because he trusted him after all of those years they seemed to hate each other, he couldn’t hold in his emotions.

- In order to protect Mikasa, Jean made sure to hide Eren’s diary and gave it to Armin for safe keeping. (Armin cried when he read the diary too.)

- Mikasa mean everything to Jean; she was his whole world, so he would commonly buy her gifts- and never asked for her to take off the scarf.

- Jean was actually really good at art, and would commonly paint pictures of his memories during his Survey corps. He would hang them in the walls of his house as memories of everyone, and had even managed to paint Sasha year one. That painting meant a lot to him.

Connie-

- Connie developed PTSD after the war was over, and left the Survey corps.

- He was pen pals with everyone after leaving, but he usually talked to Jean to see how his life with Mikasa was going.

- Connie was The Godfather of Jean’s kids

- Although Connie never liked returning back home, he did it regularly for holidays, and eventually rejoined the Survey corps.

- Connie sometimes went to see Levi, but Levi seemed to be getting really sick by the age 48.

- Sometimes at night, he would look up at the stars and talk to Sasha hoping that he could hear him. (Sasha never left him, and would listen to him speak to her as a ghost)

- Connie regularly left food out on his porch for the poor kids to eat, hoping that Sasha’s spirit would find him that way.

Annie-

- She ended up marrying Armin, but commonly avoided most of the new cadets in fear she would be judged.

- After leaving her Crystal, she was devastated to hear how many of her friends had died or changed.

- Annie taught Armin more about fighting, and in return, Armin would educate her in math and science.

- Armin would tell Annie stories about things that happened while she was in the Crystal, and Annie was always up to listen to them.

- Annie was still in the Survey corps, she was just too nervous to talk to most of the new cadets.

Gabi-

- Most days when she thinks about the titans, she remembers and regrets when she killed Sasha.

- Gabi goes to gun ranges to practice shooting, and lets out all of her emotions that way.

- Gabi joined the Survey corps at 15 under commander Armin, and became a proud Cadet in memory of Sasha.

AOT Characters x Reader:

They get sent the text, "Lemme Hit "

Featuring: Connie, Jean, Sasha, Levi, Armin, Eren, Reiner, Hange, and Mikasa

Reiner and Jean have ARRIVED. Levi's just like . . . "Erwin. What tf are these brats doing here?"

They're just boyfriending, Levi, let them live.

(Just posting things from my nendoroid insta . . . aka my eruri and reijean factory lmfao)

best friend to crush with jean kirstein scenario/headcanons

i literally didn’t know what to title this LMAO PLS HELP IF IT MAKES NO SENSE 🙏🏼

this one is for my one beloved jean <3

(sorry for saying this aGaiN but might be inaccurate at parts sorry 😣😣)

gn! reader as always. enjoy!

IMPORTANT SPOILERS FROM S1 DON’T READ UNTIL YOU’VE WATCHED THESE SEASONS TO AVOID SPOILERS

warning: language and mention of death

you guys were both in the 104th cadet corps, but he only started talking/interacting with you after marco died.

he wouldn’t show his emotions about marco’s death around the others, but you just found him breaking down in his room, away from the others while going back for something you forgot.

you recognize him as the guy that fought eren every night someone from the 104 cadets, crouch down, and ask him if he’s okay.

he wouldn’t say anything, but he just keeps letting the tears fall while you’re comforting him by rubbing his back and doing the arm around shoulder hug.

he’d look up at you after he’s calmed down and be like

who is this person comforting me rn

he wouldn’t open up right away bc you guys literally interacted for the first time and he doesn’t wanna share personal shit so soon

he’d clear his throat, thank you with a light blush, and offer you help off the ground.

afterwards, you’d follow him and eat dinner together. he’s lowk confused but he doesn’t shove you away.

you make light conversation with him to try and cheer him up even if he responds in short sentences or not at all bc he’s still upset.

before he goes to his room, you tell him you’ll be there if he ever needs someone and if he wants a friend.

ever since that day, you guys have been hanging out and becoming friends. he really appreciated what you did for him despite lowk being known as an ass and barely knowing him.

he’d tell you about why he was crying about 5-7 months into your friendship, but you didn’t mind how long it’d take or if he mentioned it at all. it was personal and you didn’t want him to feel forced to tell you.

he’d train with you, beat his ass sometimes, and he’d say you cheated.

“OY Y/N YOU WON LAST TIME YOU’RE CHEATING”

“HOW AM I CHEATING YOU’RE JUST MAD HOES MAD”

playful banter and teasing between you two is a regular thing.

you’d be his closest friend after marco and basically spend every day together.

you’d always be the one pulling him away to stop picking fights with eren. even hitting him sometimes so he wouldn’t fight him further.

telling each other everything and anything about your days or whats pissing you off. kind of like your shit talking buddy but not towards people. only eren for him.

him telling you jokes he thinks are funny when he comes up/hears a new one even tho they’re so corny.

he’d have competitions with you when you have cleaning duties on who can clean better.

he never wins and levi just looks at him like “you really don’t know atp?” so you help jean clean his part.

waking each other up bc you both tend to sleep in sometimes.

when he beats you at something he defs brags to you how awesome he is and better he is at said topic the rest of the day.

if you’re both really busy on some days, he’d always look forward to seeing you during your everyday dinners.

and then one night

you were eating dinner together like you always did chatting about the same old things like how your days went, how much a certain training exercise is a pain in the ass, ya ya ya.

when jean rants about eren and how much he gets on his nerves, he makes expressive faces, and excessive hand gestures that make you laugh so hard.

and then he realized

how much he loved your laughter

how you always made sure to intently listen to what he wanted to talk about

how bright your smile was compared to the dimly lit room.

how god damn attractive you were with the ceiling lights beaming your face.

and most importantly, how he’s slowly falling for you.

HIIII HOPE YOU ENJOYED THAT SORRY IT WAS KINDA VAGUE IM SO TIRED TODAY LOL.

i’ll make a pt. 2 with general crushing hcs so look out for that!

update: it’s out now if you click here.

aot masterlist

𝐚𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 - 𝐣𝐞𝐚𝐧 𝐤𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐜𝐡𝐭𝐞𝐢𝐧

𝐚/𝐧: let's be honest this was inevitable the moment i decided to rewatch snk -leo

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: mentions of death

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: how jean shows affection

♡ 𝐉𝐄𝐀𝐍 knows that the world you live in is a dangerous one. He's learned the hard way that when you love someone, and when the world is cruel, that every moment is precious. He gave up caring a long time ago whether your comrades noticed his affection towards you; life was too fleeting to get hung up on embarrassment, and why would he be ashamed of it?

"Here, let me help," he'll murmur to you just before missions, gentle hands moving to help fasten the clasps and belts of your gear. He knows you could probably do it perfectly with your eyes closed, but he wants to see for himself. He wants to feel with his own hands that every last pin is in place, that nothing can go wrong, at least on this front. He can tell by the sadness creeping into your smile that you can see through him, but he appreciates you putting up with it nonetheless.

He'll hold your hand in his whenever possible, even if you're only walking ten steps from the doorway to your table in the mess hall. He'll lace his fingers all the way through yours and give your hand two soft squeezes, so habitually that he doesn't even think about it anymore. When he's walking on his own, his palm seems to twitch with a phantom ache—his hand missing yours.

Jean can't sleep without you anymore. At night he holds you close, keeping you cradled gently to his chest, his lips pressed against the crown of your forehead. He can't remember how he was ever able to sleep alone. He wakes first, and he's careful not to wake you each morning as he slips out of bed, having to pry himself away from you. You look so at peace sleeping; he wants you to know peace, to be able to dream safely for as long as he can let you. Some mornings he can't pry himself away, and he'll lay there with you until it's dangerously far past when you both should be up.

When things go wrong, and they often do, his first and most natural instinct is to place himself in front of you. Often, when faced with danger, he extends a hand outward and back, gently pulling you by the arm so that you're slightly behind him.

He loves to make you laugh. Seeing your face lit up with joy fills him with hope for the future, hope that the good in the world was worth fighting for. And he can't help the fact that he happens to be naturally hilarious, no matter what Connie or anyone else has to say about it.

He has all sorts of nicknames for you, ranging in variety from slightly insulting to disgustingly romantic. He'll call you a princess and a peanut-brain in the same breath, and he means both with extreme fondness.

He tells you that he loves you, constantly. Sometimes it's those three words—a murmured 'I love you,' breaking a comfortable silence as you walk together at dusk, or half-slurred into his pillow as he falls asleep with you held close—but sometimes he says 'I love you' when he reminds you to eat, when he tugs you gently to bed and begs that you let yourself rest. He says that he loves you when he reminds you to 'Take your cloak, stupid—' or else you'll be cold when night falls.

He says that he loves you when he finally breaks down, tears welling in those honey-washed eyes as he tells you about Marco. About how when his nightmares aren't of his fallen friend, they're of you in Marco's place. He says that he loves you when he trusts you with those painful recollections, with the full significance of what it means for Jean Kirschtein to love you, to be in love with you.