#Jean Kirchstein

[ariadneamare]

[sailorspica]

It's true. We're the same, Reiner.

ATTACK ON TITAN: THE FINAL CHAPTERS, "SINNERS"

[beautyisinkonpaper]

Reijean Smut Headcanons

this is a VERY 18+ post, MINORS DO NOT READ OR INTERACT!!!!

all takes place post-rumbling, established relationship

jean tops for the first time, very slow and soft, full of feeling. reiner sees stars when jean cums inside, spilling all over his own abdomen and chest. jean kisses his way up reiner's body, licking and sucking him clean. they make out for a bit in bed, until the hilarity of it all causes them both to start giggling

the second time, jean starts off riding reiner, being an absolute tease, slowly raising and lowering until reiner gives into his indulgences and turns them over, fucking jean hard. it's here that reiner's obsession with jean's noises starts, because jean whimpers in a way that makes reiner go feral

the third time, jean uses that to his advantage, moaning filthily so reiner fucks him rough and deep.

the fourth time, reiner asks very shyly if jean can top him again. jean's holding himself back, and reiner can tell, so he pulls jean down into a wet open mouth kiss and slides their tongues together. "fuck me like you mean it," reiner says, and jean does.

if jean's the type to make lewd sounds during sex, reiner's a talker. he loves dirty talk, feeding into jean's ego by complimenting him, and describing all the nasty things he loves doing to jean. when he's on the bottom, he turns into an incoherent babbling mess of a man, and jean delights in the knowledge that he's the one doing this to reiner.

reiner chokes on his coffee the first time jean calls him a good boy, as a joke. it gets incorporated into sex shortly after.

the only time they stop in the middle of sex is when reiner's on his knees giving jean a blowjob, and jokes "i've had a gun in my mouth before, this is much more pleasant," when he comes up for air. Jean stops them right there because he's so worried about reiner. he makes them warm tea and reiner cries telling the story.

They have a lot of soft sex too, once the initial thrill calms down. That's not to say the wild rough-fucking goes away. they both decide very certainly that they would like to live somewhere without neighbors, so reiner can make jean scream.

reiner admits to having a little bit of a pain kink, one day, but jean outright refuses to do anything to hurt reiner, even if it's consensual. reiner melts at that, still overwhelmed by the idea of jean caring about him, and tells jean he loves him so many times they both lose count.

when they do move into that farmhouse, reiner wastes no time getting jean's clothes off and pounding him into the bed. they fall right back into honeymoon phase, having sex once a day at the least, reiner encouraging jean to make as much noise as he wants.

they both find the other's strength very attractive, but jean especially loved being manhandled. his favorite activity is teasing reiner until he loses control, dropping whatever he's doing to fuck jean.

when jean's wants to top, he tilts reiner's head up. They only have a few centimeters height difference, but jean uses it to his advantage.

when reiner wants to top, he pulls on jean's hair and bites at his throat. jean loves how hickeys look on his skin, and he'll flaunt them by wearing very low cut tops (resulting in more marks).

[jeanmarcoroni]

maybe it means something more that Marco wasn't in the smoke. given that Jean viewed the smoke with Connie, of course it's Sasha that they both see. we ALL know Marco was missing in that scene, and that could be intentional. i think there's a greater theme to those characters seen in the smoke, and Marco doesn't fit that theme. seeing Marco is so personal to Jean.

instead of seeing Marco once in that smoke, Jean sees Marco every day.

[bleach-your-panties]

victory ride - jean kirchstein x black!fem!reader

⚽️:soccer player!jean x black!fem reader

💎:inspired minimally by a real life encounter I had and because y'all know jean will have y'all in the hospital with that thang between his legs

⚽warnings: university au, smut, consensual recording, oral (m! receiving), switch!jean

💎: banner: made by me on pic collage, image from pinterest, animated on canva

⚽:tagging @chrollohearttags because they not finna play with long dick jean silver's

💎: divider: @/firefly-graphics

⚽: 2.1k words

▶️: rodeo(remix)- lah pat ft. flo milli

—

He love how I ride it

Hop on the dick, I made him get excited 

This pussy off limits for lame niggas

Yeah, fuck me like you got some pain in you

—-

You sat idly scrolling through your cell phone while Jean was getting dressed in his uniform for the game that was to start in a couple of hours. 

The first away game of the season and the Island Devils would be going up against some preppy university one state over. 

While you had been studying this team extensively, Jean had opted not to do so as much, mainly because his nerves wouldn't let him.

"I'm ready, babe. It's time for me to board the bus." He said, looking at the silver, black-bezel Seiko watch that you'd bought him for his birthday.

Your family believed in that old ass superstition that you should never buy a man a watch as a gift, because it would mean the time in your relationship would run out.

Which is why it was just that - a superstition. You and Jean had been together since your freshman year of college and now graduation is right around the corner.

"Okay baby. Sasha, Connie, and I will be right behind y'all." You grabbed your bag and he leaned down to give you a soft kiss on the lips.

"Lead the way, baby." He smiled that handsome and devious smile of his, making you roll your eyes.

"Don't think I'm not on to you, Kirchstein!" You pointed at him and began walking out of his apartment door and into the hallway to get to the elevator.

"What did I do?" He asked innocently all the while his hazel eyes were trailing all over your body: from your pastel pink manicured toes, up your toned legs and calf muscles, stopping at your plump, juicy ass that wiggled in the beige romper that you had on. "Damn."

"Uh huh, I knew it." You laughed and pushed your hand into his lower back, making him stumble into a corner of the elevator.

"You're mean." He fake-pouted.

"Uh huh," You said while typing something on your phone. "Better get used to it, buttercup, if you wanna win against the Freedomfighters tonight."

"Freedomfighters, what a stupid ass name." He scoffed. "We'll kick their asses for sure, don't you worry, baby."

When the team bus pulled into the hotel where you all would be staying, Connie parked the car in a space not too far from it and you all got out.

Apparently, the opposing team was staying at this exact same hotel because another bus, similar to your team's but decorated in green and red with a large design of two red roses on either side of a stone wall with a cannon blasting right through it, was parked right next to the guys'. 

A petulant-looking ginger was the first off of the bus, and Connie nudged you to get you to look. The tall, lean man was conversing with an equally-as-tall brunette with deep, emerald green eyes and his hair pulled back in a man-bun.

"He looks like an asshole." 

You chuckled, "He does and probably is. Come on, let's get inside."

The trio (you, Sasha, and Connie) walked into the hotel lobby and met up with Jean again.

His teammates were used to him running off to hang with the three of you and didn't really mind since he was the captain anyway.

"Ready to head up to the room, dollface?" He asked while heaving his backpack and duffle bag over his shoulders. His face came down to press a kiss against your hair, which made you giggle.

"Yeah, I'm ready."

"No getting your dick wet before the game, Jean-y boy. Can't have you making us lose."

"Who the fuck is us? How many goals have you scored for this team? Oh right, zero." 

The two of them started bickering back and forth while you walked ahead with Sasha, who'd started chatting in your ear about a popular restaurant in the area.

Shiny metal doors parted for you all and Sasha hit the button for the doors to close until a tan, veiny hand stopped them. A group of very tall athletes sauntered in, laughing and chattering amongst themselves. 

The space inside the elevator soon became very crowded, almost squishing the four of you against the elevator's back wall.

'Damn, excuse you then, big ass niggas'  You thought while rolling your eyes.

"Verzeihen Sie uns. Platz für ein paar mehr?" (Pardon us. Room for a couple more?)

The ginger and brunette from before, obviously all of them are players on the team Jean is about to go up against us.

Said ginger rolled his eyes as they both stepped into the elevator and stood right next to you, finally letting the doors close.

"Eren, not everyone speaks German, cut it out." 

The brunette chuckled deeply. 

"My apologies."

His eyes then met yours, jaded hues traveling slowly over your frame, drinking you in.

"Meine Güte, was für eine schöne Frau." (My, what a beautiful woman.)"

You just raised an eyebrow, not understanding a lick of German, but Jean did.

He was between you and Eren in an instant, only having to take one long step forward with those strong, muscular legs.

While he was sizing Eren up, you were doing the same to Jean: your brown eyes roamed over all 6'4" inches of him.

How those black socks covered his legs up to just under his knees and how the silky white and blue shorts formed around the thick, muscled curvature of his ass just right.

Here you were drooling over him while he was about to murder Eren with his honeyed glare.

"Ja, das ist sie, und sie ist bereits vergeben." (Yes she is, and she's already spoken for)

Eren gave Jean a cocky smirk and held his hands up in a mock surrender.

"My apologies, again."

The elevator stopped on their floor and they got out, Eren still with his grin and Floch behind him with the look of a pure dumbass who would support his friend hitting on another man's girlfriend. 

"Who were those pricks, anyway?" Jean grumbled looking down at the three of you as you all walked out into the hallway of the fifth floor.

"The brunette was Eren Yeager from Germany, #5. The ginger, Floch Forster from Ireland, #7."  You informed the group.

"So you knew who he was this entire time?" Jean asked with an eyebrow raised and a teeny bit of jealousy threaded in throughout his usually calm and deep baritone.

"It's not that big of a deal, it's not like I'm his best friend. I just studied him a bit."

"Studied him?" 

Jean's eyebrows shot up into his hairline and his forehead wrinkled significantly. His face portrayed a pretense of self-restraint, like he was attempting to prevent himself from making a scene in the middle of the hallway.

"Anddddd that's our cue to go. Come on, Sasha." Connie quickly grabbed the dark-auburn-haired woman's hand and pulled her down the hallway in the direction of their room.

Awkwardly, you stood with Jean in the middle of the hallway for a few seconds until he turned and stalked off towards your shared room.

His long, spindly fingers held the hotel keycard in a death grip; the veins in his forearms protruded and you could feel your panties getting wet. 

"Um, are you mad?" 

They lost.

The Freedomfighters actually beat the Island Devils, 3-0.

If you thought Jean was mad before, oh baby, now he was enraged.

Not at you, but more so himself.

That damned Eren Yeager turned out to be a pretty decent soccer player and it only irritated Jean even more when he saw you standing on the sidelines with your video camera.

It wasn't unusual for you to record his games so he and the team could watch the playback later to see what needed to be improved upon, but tonight it only irritated him everytime he looked up to see you with the damned contraption pointed right at him.

Capturing all of his failures of the night live and in 4K resolution.

What made it even worse was that he saw you pointing the camera towards Eren quite a bit as he ran up and down the field.

Jean was only irritated further when you both had returned to the room after the game and he came out of the shower to see you curled up on the bed, already watching the newly acquired video footage. 

"Will you put that goddamned thing down already?" 

You leaned up from your reclining position on the pillow to acknowledge him.

"Come again?"

"You heard me, or better yet-" 

—-

I wanna fuck you right now

Reverse that cowgirl, I'm bucking right now

Climb on this standardbred, hope you can handle it

Beat that cat up when this dog put it down 

Let's make a movie, girl, I'll do the shootin'

Camera in my left with your hair in my right 

—-

"Yeah, just like that, baby….fuckkkk, hold that angle right there, don't you move."

Jean shivered, but kept his hazel eyes focused on the  image of you in the viewfinder swallowing his dick.

His right hand held a tight grip on your hair while he thrust his hips rhythmically back and forth, making you gag on his fat length.

Long and thick, his dick touched the very back of your throat, the outline of it making the skin of your neck bulge in the most grotesque fashion.

"You look so good like this, baby, practically inhaling my dick. Wonder what Yeager would think if he saw you like this, yeah?"

As soon as he mentioned the German man, his eyes crinkled with anger again and his thrusts grew in both force and speed.

Knowing Jean, he'd probably started recording over the footage you'd taken of the game, that which he could honestly give a damn about right now.

"Fuck, I think I like this view much better." He smirked and then let out a deep groan as he emptied his balls in your searing, placable mouth.

"Shit…" He made sure to capture the image of you swallowing his nut and then wiping the excess from around your mouth with those pretty acrylic-tipped fingers.

"Come here; come ride me, baby."

—-

No time to make love, yeah 

Keep screamin' you want it

Girl you lookin' lovely 

When you ride this pony 

We can do this to the morning 

So please come and ride me

Love it when I'm deep inside you

You goin' crazy, yeah

—-

Jean's muffled moans seeped through your hand as you now held the camera pointed at him while bouncing up and down on his thick length.

Years of being together and still you felt the stretch of your pussy every time he was inside of you. 

Your hand moved from his mouth and tangled in his ash-brown hair and pulled his head back and forth in time with your movements. He could be very loud in bed, which you loved because you revered a man that would let you know that you're making him feel good as well.

"Shit, Jean, baby, you look so fucking good on camera, just as good as you do when you're on the field." You mewled in heightened pleasure, wanting to throw your own head back but also not wanting to miss a single second of his gorgeous face gazing up at you.

His chest and forehead glistening with sweat, those honey-gray eyes shining with unshed tears as his body soon began to tremble with his impending orgasm. Yeah, you had that much of an effect on him. 

Just looking at you could make him hard in an instant, but looking up at you while you took his dick like you owned it (and you do) had him more swollen and readier than ever to shoot off inside you like the cannon depicted on the side of the Freedomfighters' bus.

Yeah, after the ride you were giving him tonight he was bound to forget all about Eren, the team, the game - hell, he might even forget his own name for a couple of hours.

That is, if he didn't have you screaming it through the thin walls of this hotel room in those next hours.

Eren might have won the game, but he was the one taking a victory ride tonight.

—-

(If you're horny)

I wanna feel your body on top of mine 

(Let's do it)

Right now, we ain't gone waste no time, baby (ride it)

Like a Harley in the wind 

Got you bragging to your friends the way you ride (my pony)

Like a rodeo, ride like a rodeo, babe

*ʳᵉᵇˡᵒᵍˢ ᵃʳᵉ ᵃᵖᵖʳᵉᶜⁱᵃᵗᵉᵈ!

[marcobodtseye]

Quick and lazy school castes jeanmarco

[lyquoritte]

Christmas decoration for @BUBBLE91913's tree!

[esli-art]

Soo, this is a little something for @tolkienlockian 's birthday, a little jeansasha comic from a scene of the movie Grease 💛✨️

(I'm sorry it's really rough 🥺)

[keischreiber]

JeanRei - Reijean nation, how are we feeling?

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[briology]

DARL+ING

pairing: jean x black! reader

genre: fluff, jean being in love

inspired by: darl+ing by seventeen (stan svt!)

cw: none!

a/n: i love svt so much yall don't understand

you know without you, i'm so lonely

he hated seeing you leave. whether it was you going back home to take care of a few things, or when it was going to work. he didn't care why you leaving, he hated it. hated it so damn much. cause all he's thinking is about when you are going to return back in his arms. he couldn't take being away from you for long.

when you're not here, 911 calling

he sits alone in his room, looking at his phone, waiting for it to have some sort of reaction. he wanted to make sure that you are ok, that you're safe. he knows that you are fine by yourself because he has seen it. But he couldn't help but thinking that something bad happened to you. yes, he's that damn dramatic. but all his worries wash away when you text him. he didn't care about what you texted, as long as he knew that you were still with him.

Into your heat again, i'm diving

you loved jean, and jean loved you. there was never a time where you two imaged being without each other. it's like no matter how many times you two saw each other, you would have the same feelings that you had since the beginning of the relationship. he never fails to make your heart flutter in ways that no one could ever make it.

darling, you, darling, you, baby

jean had realized that he had fallen deeply in love with you. there was no way out, and he was glad there wasn't. he needed to be with you, you needed to be with him, it was common knowledge. it was you, it had always been you, it will always be you that is the one for him. the day you came into the picture was the best day of his life. he hated not being with you, he hated it when you left him. but when you returned to him, all his worries washed away. why? because his darling was finally back into his arms.

© 2023 briology

[robosuta]

War crimes at 2, Twice concert at 5.

[sailorspica]

happy birthday jeanbo (0407)!

[beautyisinkonpaper]

more random reijean (and alliance) headcanons

set post-rumbling - not NSFW

- Reiner is soooo shy (someone else said this one, credit where it's due)

-Given that Reiner's a very attractive man, i think it would be funny to see the alliance's reaction to him getting flirted with

- Jean would be jealous as fuck

- speaking of Jean, he either takes on a leader role post rumbling or he sits back and lets Armin do it. I think he steps down from being a leader tbh, because a large part of why he's a leader is because Marco believed in him, and he didn't want to let Marco down... after the finale, though, i think he lets the memory, and himself, rest. He's not going to live his new life ruled by the expectations of ghosts

- Onyonkapon and Levi become pretty good friends, bonding over Hange's memory. Also, levi deserves friends his age.

- Levi and Annie slowly, slowly get over their ghosts. I like to think he forgives her eventually, but for the most part they only acknowledge each other's existence when they're alone.

- i think Annie LOVES tea, so she makes Levi a cup whenever she makes it for herself. It's sort of an apology. She never was taught how to express emotions with words, so she lets her actions speak.

- Armin and Annie are the Cutest. Couple. Connie and Pieck start a betting pool for when they'll officially get together.

- (someone else said this) Levi Gets a Teashop. they all save up money to buy it, and take turns working and cleaning.

- injury was very very common in the military so they're all quite okay with levi being disabled (i feel like this one should go unsaid but I've seen a lot of casual ableism in fics)

- Pieck's dad adopts everyone. He makes them home cooked meals. I think Jean can cook best out of everyone, but they're all military brats and aren't used to Good Food, especially with the paradis food shortage and lack of world trade. Post Rumbling there's very little in terms of available ingredients, but poor people know how to COOK on limited supplies.

- on the subject of food, how would they all react to SPICE??? armin would cry.

- Levi spends so much time with Gabi and Falco, because all the able bodied adults are helping with rebuilding. He teaches them to say fuck.

- Reiner has Zero survival instincts, because he had titan healing. He's the mf that runs with scissors.

- PIECK HAS POTS!! (yes i'm projecting). her body literally can't handle pumping blood when she's standing vertically, because she was horizontal for so long

- Levi is still the grumpiest bitch on the planet but he loves his kids (he eventually comes to see reiner and peick as children-in-law, because he hasn't cared about them for as long)

- Gabi grows up to look like Sasha. Jean and Connie have forgiven her, but they do have a good cry over it one night.

[jeanmarcoroni]

JM WEEK 2024!

Just a reminder that IT'S LESS THAN A MONTH AWAY!!!

JeanMarco Week will take place from June 10th-16th. The official admin of the event is on X/Twitter at jeanmarco_week. I've reposted the images of prompts and notes from the original post below! Use the tags #jeanmarcoweek24 or #jmweek24 with your works.

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[bleach-your-panties]

Sincember Event❄️❄️

Rating: Smut🍡

**Jean was the 2nd place poll winner with 23.3% of the vote!**

Christmas has always been your favorite holiday, ever since you were a little girl.

When it came time for you to leave for college, you feared that you wouldn't be able to continue participating in your traditional family holiday activities since you'd be going to college out of the country, let alone out of state.

That was when your long-term boyfriend, Jean, suggested that the two of you make the long journey back to your hometown in the United States for the holidays this year.

When he made the suggestion, you were a bit hesitant since plane tickets from Germany to the U.S. are quite expensive, but he told you not to worry about the cost.

—-

Your family members get along extremely well with Jean upon their first meeting.

He's charismatic, funny, polite, and just an overall joy to be around; especially a hit with your aunties and older female cousins.

You even had to check a couple of them (more than once) when you caught them trying to down talk you and up play themselves in fruitless efforts to try and get Jean to look their way.

That would never work, of course, because this man is irrevocably, undeniably in love with you.

After the commencement of dinner, most of the guests broke off into separate groups, classified by either age or interests. 

Many of your older family members were still seated in the kitchen, sharing old stories and downing a large pitcher of spiked eggnog. 

They may fuss and disagree over a lot of things, but alcohol seems to be the one mediator that will keep everyone from choking each other out. 

A few of your cousins’ girlfriends pulled you away, probably so they could ask you about Jean while the oldheads got drunk in the kitchen and gossiped about their children, grandchildren, nieces, and nephews.

—-

“Hey, Y/N! Your boy in there to’ up! Big boy can’t handle his liquor too well!” One of your male cousins laughed as he stepped out onto the back porch. Immediately, you sprung up out of your chair and sprinted through the back door into the house to get to Jean.

You know as well as Jean that he cannot handle his liquor, and, more likely than not, your male cousins had been goading him into drinking above his tolerance.

“Elijah! Y’all just sat here and let him drink all of this!?!” You fussed as your eyes scanned over all of the empty decorative pint glasses.

“Aye, that’s a grown ass man. What was I ‘posed to do, tell him no? He was just having fun!”

Jean was a mess: slumped against the kitchen bar stool and giggling, barely hanging on to the countertop. 

“At least help me get him upstairs so he can lie down. Ain’t this some shit…”

So Elijah helped you get Jean into one of the spare bedrooms. 

—-

His long body flopped unceremoniously onto the quilt laid out on top of the bedspread. You glanced at the door once to make sure that it was locked before turning your disgruntled expression onto your inebriated boyfriend.

Jean was really fucked up; he had a dopey smile spread across his lips that, you couldn't deny, did make him look undeniably cute and handsome.

“Mmm, baby you look so sexy in your Christmas outfit. Want you so bad right now..”

Those sneaky fingers edged along the covers, crawling up to rest on the curve of your covered ass.

“Jean, we can’t fuck in my relatives’ house! Everybody will hear us! You're already loud enough when you're not drunk.” You hissed between your teeth. 

“Please, baby.  I promise I'll be quiet. I'll be a good boy, just please. Please please, fuck me, Mommy, please!” 

Normally you wouldn't have played into his hands during a situation like this, but his desperate begging made a switch turn on in your brain that couldn't be turned off even if you wanted to.

Before you knew it, your fingers were unbuttoning your cardigan and unlatching your bra while Jean smiled up at you drunkenly and tugged your leggings down your thighs.  

“O-oh fuck..” 

Jean’s wet, throbbing dick slapped against your pussy lips as he tried (and failed) to get it into your hole. 

“Here, baby. Let me help you.” Very gently, you took hold of his thick cock and began guiding it between your folds.

As soon as Jean got inside you, he came.

“What the fuck did they put in that eggnog? An aphrodisiac?” You couldn’t believe your fucking eyes right now.

“Fuck, your hands feel so good on me baby, couldn’t control myself. Please let me get inside you, again. Wanna make you feel good, too~”

—-

“F~uuuck, pussy clenching me so fucking good..!” Jean slurred, hazel eyes rolled to the back of his head while he caged you beneath his much larger body.

“Shit, you cumming again, baby?” 

That question became a rhetorical one once you felt his hot speed spurting out of his dick and filling you to the brim once again. Your pussy lips were puffy and swollen from Jean’s overenthusiastic thrusting.

You were going to have to find a way to sneak that quilt up out of here and have it dry cleaned.

“Mmmm-shit. So good~ Need more. Can we go again, please Mommy?” He breathed against the side of your face. Breath sickly sweet, just like eggnog mixed with rum and peppermint vodka.

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ʳᵉᵇˡᵒᵍˢ ᵃʳᵉ ᵃᵖᵖʳᵉᶜⁱᵃᵗᵉᵈ ᵃⁿᵈ ⁱ ˡᵒᵛᵉ ᶜᵒᵐᵐᵉⁿᵗˢ🫶🏽

[marcobodtseye]

SKETCH PAGE

Ft Reiner and his ghosts, Outlaw jean, and Saloon owner Marco

(My handwriting’s bad, this is what they’re saying

Jean: How’s it going, freckles?

Marco: Get out of my saloon. You’re scaring the patrons.)