#Jean Kirschstein x you

[sundew199]

Bonding

tags: jean Kirschstein x f!reader, mutual masterbation, pet names, tbh just smut

Kinktober day 13: mutual masterbation for @bbxkruger

!!minors dni!!

Maybe it was a bit unfair to tell your boyfriend you needed thirty or so minutes to yourself to catch up on work, knowing it was the complete opposite of what you were doing. But he was actually busy with things from his own job and you needed relief. Jean would understand, one of his best qualities. Though you couldn't help but feel guilty as you slid into bed, pulling the comforter over yourself and slipping off your shorts.

Taking up the entire thirty minutes wasn't realistic, but it helped avoid the risk of him interrupting you or walking in to ask what you were doing. Just a quick little session and you'd be done, that's all this was.

Letting your hand glide down from your chest to your stomach, you palmed over yourself through your panties, immediately feeling how wet you were and a sudden random embarrassment coming over you. Jesus, were you really that pent up?

Sighing, you bent one of your legs at the knee, making it easier to slid your panties off. Nervously hovering over your clit, you pressed two fingers down and nearly blew your cover with the unexpected moan that came from you. God you were sensitive too, which may not have been a bad thing, could possible cum a lot faster and not have the guilt in the back of your mind for too long.

Allowing yourself to relax, rubbing slow circles down onto your clit, you pictured Jean above you. The way he sighed behind each kiss that he left onto your body and how his long hands run across your skin always left your shivering, doing so now at the mere thought. He was such an attentive lover, so gentle when he wanted to be and rough when you would ask, the perfect boyfriend. He always liked to whisper sweet and nasty things into your ear as he teased or fucked you, catering to you and your needs.

A slight raise in your hips from you imagination had the covers being thrown to the side, sitting up with a couple of pillows propped up behind you and laying your legs flat to the bed, keeping the moderate pace of your two fingers.

Though it didn't feel as good as when Jean would do it, it got the job done and your orgasm was quickly approaching, maybe a bit sooner than you would like but in this instance that was fine.

"Hey baby, can you start a new list for-"

Fuck! You didn't lock the door!

Jean stood frozen in the entryway to the bedroom, lips parted and eye wide, focusing on your now stilled hand between your legs, You were frozen as well, not even thinking you were breathing as you looked back at him. You were struggling to decipher his emotions, the look on his face sort of unreadable as his hand fell from the door knob, like he wanted to approach but couldn't bring himself too.

You swallowed, doing nothing to sooth the sudden dryness in your throat and the embarrassment running hot and fast through you.

Without warning, Jean stepped through the doorway, closing the door behind him and pulling off his shirt. The sweats he wore hung low on his hips, gravity teasingly pulling them down more as he approached the bed, now with a smug look on his face. Wordlessly, you met his eyes, easing your spread legs together out of shame, but he tutted disapprovingly.

"Don't tell me you're shy?"

"You'd have the same reaction if I walked in on you." Shooting back, slouching against the headboard and crossing your arms over your chest. Jean laughed softly, shrugging as if he agreed but not entirely.

"Maybe, but I'd be more inclined to ask you to join me."

"Figured, are you wanting me to do the same?" Answering him back, ignoring the fact that he was stepping out of his sweats and slipping his thumbs into the waistband of his boxer briefs.

"Of course I am," climbing onto the bed, completely naked and swinging his leg over to hover above you, dick only half hard but bouncing from its weight. "Show me how you like to get off."

"Jean, we've been together for three yea-"

"I know, but show me. Pretty please princess?"

Oh you hated how he knew what to say to get you to submit, the endearing pet names he pulled only when either of you were turned on and needy, and it was slightly annoying with how easily it worked on you.

Sliding back down, letting your legs bend at the knee, you felt the confidence and seduction in your actions grow as he looked down at you, watching the way your hands stopped and grabbed at your tits over your shirt, pinching your nipple and letting out a pleased sigh.

"Take this off." Demanding softly, his long fingers toying with the hem of the old t-shirt you wore, wanting to see you in your full glory for this.

Rolling your eyes, doing your best to not have to sit up again, you tossed the shirt over the bed, resuming your soft touches. Warm hands massaged the flesh, palms brushing over your nipples before tweaking them to get the perky. Your boyfriend looked like he was in heaven, getting access to a free show and it was somehow slightly better than being the one running his hand over and down your body.

Another sigh left your lips when you moved on to trace down your abdomen, reaching your naval and stopping for effect. Your eyes were heavy with lust, trying to hold his gaze from above you and noticing he was in the same state. His dick was fully hard now, the beginnings of pre forming at the slit, teasing the flushed head. You softly laughed, spreading your legs wider underneath him and pushing him to sit back on his feet to get a better view.

Two fingers parted your slick folds, presenting your pussy to him and watching the way his hands curled into fists on his thighs, a groan building in his chest from the sight alone.

"Fuck,"

His soft exclamation sending the familiar tingles across your skin, urging you to dip just the tip of your middle finger into your entrance and bring it to press onto your clit. You moaned under your breath, teasing yourself and Jean with the lack of movement on the bud, experiencing the urge to not rush this.

"You're not just going to watch are you?" The sultry tone of your question drawing him to look at your face, a small smug smile forming on his lips.

"Defiantly not, is this an invitation to join you?" Purring low in his throat, lightly stroking the shaft of his cock and letting out a small hiss.

"As long as you keep your hands to yourself."

Jean nodded, letting his eyes trail down your body until reaching where his attention was needed most, witnessing the slow pumps of just your middle finger coming in and out of you, coated with slick already. God he might not last long, but he had a feeling you wouldn't either. He never intended to interrupt you, completely under the impression you were working on something for your job when he stumbled into the bedroom to ask you about this week's grocery list. Really, he didn't find any offense to your white lie, cause in that moment he was caught up with something as well. But that was one of the great things about his relationship with you, there was nothing held against the other in any circumstance. Jean respected your time and space, and if that meant you wanted a few minutes to get off, then he'd give it to you.

The air was heavy with lust and silence, both of you splitting your gazes between each other's faces and where the other's hand was. It was enjoyable how even with the heaviness of arousal, words didn't need to be exchanged every second.

You worked in a second finger after spending enough time with just one, moaning a bit louder at the stretch, even if it didn't compare to the stretch from the person above you. Jean let out a shaky breath once he saw you cunt greedily suck in two of your fingers instead of one, the obscene wet noises that came with it, moving his own light hand tighter and faster on his cock.

"M'fuck look at that." Commenting with a rasp in his voice, approving of the state between your legs and almost wishing it were his fingers instead of yours. You nodded your head to his comment, a small whine trapped in your throat as you tried to sink your fingers deeper inside you. Jean knew how much you loved how his long fingers could reach the very depths of you, easily bring you to an orgasm with the right amount of movement.

Breaths turned heavy as you continued to watch the way his large hand moved up and down on his cock, the casualness of it and how that was so much more arousing than frantic desperate movements. Suddenly an idea popped in your head, pulling your slick and drenched fingers out of you to wrap around his cock above where his own hand was. Jean's eyes popped open when he felt your hand, groaning as you spread your arousal on his shaft, providing lubrication.

"How generous of you."

Teasingly you blew him a kiss, moving to lay back down and propping yourself up on an elbow, teasing your entrance all over again before plunging your fingers back inside you.

"Wanted to make things even and make the show more enjoyable." Finding it in you to taunt a little with your words, the pride spreading across your boyfriend's face and the new wave of arousal washing over him as his hand moved more freely up and down his dick.

Your head fell back once the speed you stopped at was found again, juices squelching and filling the silence as you brushed along the spongy spot inside you. Jean's breathing turned labored and heavy, his toned chest rising and falling almost in time with the motions of his hand. You were both getting lost in the pleasure you were bringing yourself and also in the other. It was something completely new, but insanely hot getting to the see the other work themselves up to an orgasm.

"Add one more finger, for me baby."

"Only if you stroke just the tip." Unexpectedly coming back with your own request, clenching down hard on your own fingers at the breathlessness of his words. Jean's head fell back at the idea, stopping his hand completely and groaning, another bead of pre-cum rolling down from the head to the underside of his cock.

Together, you fulfilled the other's request, moaning in sync, twitching and arching from the sinful touches of your own hand. Even as your wrist began to ache from fluttering three fingers inside your drenched pussy, it didn't stop you from watching the tight fist twist and pump around the angry flushed head of Jean's cock. It was the fastest way to make him cum, as was three fingers inside you made you cum just as quickly.

"Shit you look so fucking gorgeous right now, fingering yourself for me, getting off so I can watch, fuck." Throwing his head back, the neatly combed ashy hair on his head falling loosely behind him.

"Mmhm, wishing they were yours." Cooing back and barely seeing the way his jaw slacked and eyes squeezed even tighter shut. He was a dream to look at while lost in the throes of ecstasy, how his abs tensed and his chest moved noticeably with each breath, the definition of sex.

"You can have them after you cum, I'll give you anything you want if you cum for me right now princess."

Abruptly throwing himself forward until his face was inches from yours, free hand planted by your hip and breathing heavily into the minimal space between you and him. Sweat had started to bead around his hairline, his lashes brushing on his cheeks from how heavy his lids were trying to look at you, looking so fucking pretty. You hummed and pushed yourself forward into a kiss, slotting your lips in his as your orgasm quickly approached. Jean moaned into your mouth, working his hand unbearably fast around the head of his cock, the franticness seeping into the kiss he kept you locked in.

Every breath one of you took was swallowed by the other, exchanging the same air over and over until you vocally whined, parting from his kiss swollen lips, looking into his hazel eyes as you began to cum. Jean groaned and grunted, looking down to where his hand was and yours, the pool of juices leaking down from your wrist onto the bed, sending him over the edge in an instant.

Ropes of warm cum landed on your stomach and parts of your chest, already working through the very end of your orgasm just before he got through his. You kissed him softer this time, slipping off of your elbow and throwing the arm around his neck to take him down with you. Your boyfriend laughed into your lips as your sweaty, sticky bodies pressed together, neither of you caring in the slightest.

Tenderly he kissed you, wiping his hand on the bed sheets prior to holding the side of your face, deepening the kiss with each press of his mouth to yours. He tasted so sweet, like you'd never get enough kisses from him in an entire lifetime.

"Hate to kill the mood, but I need to send this email before the end of the day." Whispering gently, smiling once he pulled away and stroked his thumb over your cheekbone.

"And after?"

"I'll come back and make you cum till you can't walk for a couple of days." Eagerly laughing and pressing a few kisses to your cheeks and the tip of your nose, waiting a moment before he unstuck himself from your body and grabbed his discarded sweats.

Sprawling yourself out of the bed prettily, you blew him another kiss in exchange for the wink he gave you while halfway out the door, patently waiting for him to return to finish what he sort of started.

[daisynik7]

“Meet Me Halfway” by Black Eyed Peas - fluff for Jean Kirstein please i BEG i love this song so bad

Meet Me Halfway

Can you meet me halfway? Right at the borderline is where I’m gonna wait for you.

Pairing: Jean Kirstein x reader (gn)

Word Count: ~2.1k

cw: red string of fate/soulmates trope, canon universe, canon divergent, spoilers up to Season 4, fluff

Summary: Jean’s red string of fate was loose ever since he was born. It seems like everyone but himself has found their soulmate here on Paradis. It’s only when the scouts finally head towards the sea that his string becomes a little less slack. Could it be that his fated partner is on the other side in Marley, behind enemy lines?

Author’s Note: Hi anon! Thanks for the request for the y2k karaoke party! I’ve been fascinated by the red string of fate/soulmates trope for a while now, so I wanted to try my hand at it here! This is just a little taste of this, maybe I’ll expand on this story in the future. Likes, reblogs, and/or comments are always appreciated, thanks for reading! Divider credits to @/saradika.

The first time they ever see the ocean, they’re speechless, neither of them speaking to one another, taking in the breathtaking view. Cerulean blue shimmers throughout the entire expanse, nearly a mirror image of the clear sky above. It took them a few days to get here and Jean was beginning to doubt just how great this thing called “the sea” could be. He never expected anything like this, though. As if the picturesque scene before him isn’t enough to get his heart racing, for the first time in his entire sixteen years of living, the red string tied around his wrist, only for him to see and feel, finally tightened just the slightest. 

The lore behind the red string of fate is no secret among those living in Paradis. Each child is born with it cinched around their wrist; the other end supposedly tied to their soulmate. Jean’s has been slack since he can remember. That is, until now. While it isn’t as taut as some of his other friends, like Mikasa with Eren and now Armin with Annie, only he can tell the difference. It’s been a running joke since they found out the truth about the other side. Connie teases him and Sasha about it constantly. “Maybe your soulmates are in Marley? How does it feel to be bounded to our enemy?”

Sasha, like Jean, has never felt any differences in her rope throughout her lifetime. He turns to face her, pointing to his wrist, curious if she feels the same. Her jaw is dropped, and when she notices him signaling to her, she closes it, gulping loudly, slowly nodding. 

When they all dismount their horses to explore the water, Jean momentarily forgets about it, focusing only on how cold the ocean feels on his feet, how salty is tastes on his tongue, how incredibly far it reaches, surely farther than his eyes can see. It’s only after their skin starts to wrinkle that they retreat, sitting on the warm sand instead, watching the waves crash onto the shore. He nudges Sasha. “So, you felt it too, right?”

“Yeah, I did,” she answers, hesitant. She caresses her wrist in her other hand, biting her lip.

Connie butts in. “Felt what?”

“Our strings. They’re a little less loose now that we’re here.”

He smirks. “I told you! Your soulmates are on the other side!”

Jean leans back against his hands, groaning. “I don’t want my soulmate to be on the other side. The other side has been trying to kill us for hundreds of years! This is so messed up.”

Sasha hugs her knees, pouting. “I agree. This sucks.”

Connie pats her shoulder. “Hey, you don’t have to marry your soulmate, you know. Plenty of people don’t! My parents weren’t soulmates, and they turned out just fine.”

“But you’re planning on marrying Hannah, aren’t you? Once this is all over?” Hannah is a childhood friend from Connie’s hometown, and the two have been in much more contact recently. 

He chuckles. “I mean, not right now. But yeah, maybe in the future���”

“So your argument makes no sense!”

“This is different though! If your soulmate really is in Marley, I think the universe will forgive you for not marrying our enemy.”

Jean groans again, staring at the glistening ocean in front of him, shaking his head. “I just can’t believe they’re really out there and not here.” 

There isn’t much they can do for now, considering they have no means to get to Marley with the current resources they have. Jean buries it in the back of his mind, trying not to think about it while they spend the next month building a base near the shore. They anticipate a Marleyan ship to arrive soon, scoping the island before implementing their attack to capture Eren, the Founding Titan. What the other side doesn’t anticipate is Paradis being prepared to ambush them to carry out their own plan in infiltrating Marley. The first one arrives when they expect it. With Eren’s Titan abilities protecting the rest of them, they manage to capture the ship easily, taking those on-board hostage for questioning. Sasha, who is usually uninterested when it comes to matters not involving food, is surprisingly invested. She watches carefully from outside the tent, waiting for them to be released from their interrogation. Jean accompanies her, unclear about her intentions until she explains to him. “My string, Jean. It’s tight. My soulmate is in there.”

They haven’t talked about it since, both choosing to ignore it for the time being. Jean’s is still as slack as the first day they arrived here, and if he’s being honest to himself, it’s crosses his mind nearly every day. A small part of him wishes he was experiencing what Sasha currently is.

Eventually, a young man with brown eyes and blonde hair steps out, looking terrified. He glances at his wrist, then his surroundings, landing his gaze on Sasha’s, who’s peeking from behind a box. She gasps loudly upon eye contact, kneeling down to hide completely. Jean does the same, not before noticing the man make a similar expression, surely curious.

Sasha doesn’t say anything more about it, though Jean can tell she’s intrigued. A few days later, like fate, the man who they find out is named Niccolo, starts working at the port as a chef. Sasha is smitten as soon as she takes a bite of his food, and from then on, the two are inseparable. Jean can’t help but feel jealous. 

With all of his friends acquainted with their soulmates, Jean is growing more and more impatient by the day. It takes over two years for Paradis to organize their first trip to Marley and he’s among the first to volunteer, not only to help the scout’s reconnaissance of enemy soil, but for his own ulterior motive to finally find his soulmate. He doesn’t disclose this to anyone, though he’s certain that his best friends have a hunch. 

When they finally arrive to Marley, it’s stimulation overload. They attempt to stick together as soon as they step foot off the ship, though it’s difficult when there are so many new and exciting things to try. It’s especially hard for Jean when he notices his string getting more and more taut with each step he takes deeper into the city. 

They all decide to split up momentarily to explore, agreeing to meet back at the port in an hour. Jean and Connie follow Sasha through the crowded streets. She’s being led by her noise and eyes, searching for the tastiest, most delectable looking treats to try upon Niccolo’s instructions. “You have to try ice cream!” he told her days before they departed and it hasn’t left Sasha’s mind since. She sneaks glances at the small note he gave her, trying to match the words he wrote to the storefronts. “There! I see it! An ice cream parlor!” She rushes towards a colorful shop, pushing her face towards the glass window, drooling. Connie drags her towards the entrance, which dings as they walk through. Jean increases his pace to catch up and the string around his wrist is tight now. He scans his surroundings, trying to see what direction the little rope is pointing to. As he follows his friends inside the shop, it’s unbelievable taut now, and he’s certain that his soulmate is inside this ice cream parlor. His heart races, simultaneously terrified and excited to meet you. 

~~~

A little over two years ago, you notice the string around your wrist feels heavier on you than usual. You’re often teased about your soulmate being an “island devil” on Paradis, considering you’re the only Eldian left in Liberio without a one. In all honestly, it doesn’t bother you, the idea of your destined partner being on the other side. Even if they are an “island devil”, you’d still like to meet them. After all, you’re soulmates for a reason, right?

You spend several minutes each day sitting at the port, staring out towards the sea, wondering what they are like. You ignore the propaganda that’s been spewed at you since birth and instead fantasize about what their interests are. Do they like the same things that you do? What do you have in common, besides the rope that ties you together? How much taller or shorter are they, what color hair do they have? Do their eyes twinkle with kindness the way you picture they do? Will their smile be as charming as you imagine it? You dream about this for over two years, slowly letting the fantasy fade into the back of your mind before you lose your sanity. It’s easy to obsess over something, but it’s hard to get out of it once it consumes you. There’s no guarantee that you’ll ever meet them at this rate, so you go about your life as usual, distracting yourself from any romanticized ideas of your uncertain love story.

Today, you’re behind the counter of the ice cream parlor you work at. You started working here several months ago, hoping to be near the port in case one day, they arrive. The past few days, you convince yourself it’s just your imagination, the gradual tightening of the string. This morning, it’s tauter than it’s ever been before, and you’re certain you’re not making this up anymore; they’re here, they’re actually here. 

There isn’t time to go looking for them yourself, so you begin your shift, itching for the hours to pass quickly so that you can leave to begin your search. Fortunately, you don’t have to. Two people around your age enter the shop first, behaving oddly. They’re dressed normally, though something about them piques your interest. It’s especially alarming at how stiff the string is now, so you inspect each of their wrists carefully, dejected when you don’t see a match. The girl presses her nose to the glass, ogling at the ice cream displayed in the freezer, drooling. Her friend, a boy with a shaved head, tugs her off, apologizing with a nervous chuckle. “Sorry about her. She gets a little crazy when she sees something she wants.”

You smile at them. “No need to apologize. Our ice cream is the best in town, so her reaction is understandable. What would you like?”

The girl blurts out, “Everything!” 

“Sasha! We don’t have enough money for everything!” 

She pouts, eyes flitting across each flavor. “But they all look so good! How am I supposed to decide which one to pick?!”

Feeling generous, you offer, “I can do a sampler platter, if you’d like.”

Sasha’s face brightens. “Really?! You’d do that? How much would that cost? Connie, how much do we have?!”

You wave them off, beaming at them. “It’s on the house. Consider it some good old Marley hospitality.”

They gawk at you, shocked, and it only makes you giggle louder. You retrieve one of your larger bowls and ready your scooper, starting at one end of the freezer. The bell on the front door rings, but you’re too busy to greet the new customer directly. “I’ll be with you in just a moment!” 

It’s only now that you realize how stiff the string is, practically quivering now from being pulled so tight. You look up and see a young man staring at you, holding his wrist up with the same red string coiled around him, an uneasy grin on his face. “Hello.”

You almost drop the scooper into the carton, astonished to have finally found him. “Hi,” you say, heat rushing into your cheeks, taken aback at how handsome he is. “Um, let me just finish this.”

“Jean, you’re distracting our new friend here! She’s giving us all this ice cream for free!” Sasha exclaims, salivating over the bowl overflowing with ice cream now. 

He smiles at you, running his fingers in his hair. “Sorry. Please, continue.”

It takes you a few seconds to refocus back on your task. Eventually, you scoop all twelve flavors into a bowl, handing it off to Sasha and Connie, who dig in immediately as soon as they sit down. You pass a spoon to Jean. “Would you like to try? Before your friends finish it off?”

He laughs, grabbing it. “I guess I should, right?”

“Or I could scoop your own if you’d like. Which one do you want to try?”

He studies each carton carefully, pointing at your favorite flavor by coincidence. “This one is calling out to me for some reason.”

Your heart beats quicker, amazed by this serendipity. “That’s my favorite,” you admit, getting him a scoop.

“I had a feeling it would be,” he replies, beaming.

[magicxc]

Holidays

Pairings: Survey Corps - their fave holidays

Word Count: 871

Warnings: none

A/N: I considered Japanese holidays for this bit but then laziness got the best of me. Like most pieces I create with these characters a lot of how I envision them will relate to western/modern culture in some way or another. Though they probably won't celebrate half of the holidays I'm about to list, I want to reiterate that this is my idea of the traits these characters possess and also they are not real. 

Headcannons Masterlist

Eren  - Christmas

Eren is big on family, especially the family he’s made with Armin and Mikasa. It’s clear that he stands ten toes down behind them and when he gets his own family, it’ll be much the same. I actually think having kids will bring out the fluff in Eren and he’ll be that obnoxious holiday parent that's doing the most with decorations and presents. But it's honestly the atmosphere that gets him going. The holiday cheer, the kindness, the emphasis on giving - he loves it all. 

Levi - New Years

The new year signals a new beginning but also the close to another chapter. Each time Levi makes it to a new year he’s thankful but mostly shocked. From life underground to humanity's biggest threat, he never knows when disaster might strike. But, when the clock strikes 12 it's a moment of relief, one where he can sit back and relish in the thought that he’s made it to another trip around the sun. 

Erwin - Fathers Day

Lmaoo I'm not tryna make Erwin sound egotistical at all, but I was also running out of popular holidays. The day the Scouts headed to their mission to plug wall Maria was the first time we saw them get a standing ovation and it was also the first time we saw Erwin express such vocal excitement. Even though he can come off a bit aloof, I thought it was fun to see him in that way. That being said I think he’d enjoy being celebrated and can even play up the wowwwws at the macaroni necklaces and handprint construction papers lol. He would love and take care of his family obvi but it’d also make him feel good to feel that admiration in return. 

Connie - Thanksgiving 

You feed this man and he’ll love you forever. It’s his favorite holiday because it has back to back benefits. There's tons of food, a four day weekend off from work, and the opportunity to spend time with his family. He’s the type to pitch in money but over the years Connie has been more inclined to learn how to cook and has even started bringing in a dish. He’s most excited to try a Friendsgiving as he considers them family as well. 

Jean - Valentines Day

I firmly believe that Jean is a romantic. I don't think he’d be the most creative at gift giving lol but it’s certainly the thought that counts. On valentines day he goes all out - teddy bears, flowers, chocolates, etc. ya know, the usual. Although his gifts are very on the nose and sometimes he needs to be spoon fed the information, what he lacks in creativity, he'll gain in experience; learning to step his game up as the years go by. Again, sweet guy. 

Onyankopon - Easter

He more so likes the spring break aspect of it. With the flowers blooming and the sun making regular appearances, it was usually the first sign to what summer would be like. Ony enjoys traveling, meeting new people, and experiencing different cultures. So although spring break was meant to party, which he did, Ony always made the time to immerse himself in the customs of whichever country he visited. Now as an adult, he still indulged in his version of spring break as he always enjoyed the mini relaxation that it brought about; thinking of it as his summer outside of summer. 

Reiner - Independence Day

Reiner is over the whole patriotic thing, however he can't help but enjoy the events that take place because of it. There’s literally a bbq happening on every corner so he’s for sure house hopping for a plate. There's all sorts of sales and Gabi is making him put that wallet to USE hunnie. And while he doesn’t mind, he more so enjoys their time spent together. There's also the beautiful fireworks that light up the evening sky. And at the end of the day he gets to spend his remaining time with family, gathered around over good food and even better vibes. 

Armin - Mothers Day

Armin is def the type to dote on his wife. Hard day at work? He’s rubbing the stress out of your shoulders. Hungry? He’s cooking and prepping lunch for the week. Overwhelmed at work? He’s booking you a spa day. Armin literally adores his woman and enjoys any chance he has to celebrate her and Mothers Day is no exception. Expect him and the kiddies to hand make you some arts and crafts, cook you breakfast, and plan the holiday around your desired interests; with him making sure, at the end of the day, to show you why you celebrate the holiday in the first place. 

Floch - Halloween

He’s big on the spooky vibe but not to a concerning extent. Like many others he just enjoys the activities surrounding it. This is actually where Floch flourishes in creativity and fun. He’s making spooky themed treats, decorating to upstage the next door neighbor, and enjoying all the movie classics. Let's not even get started on the lengths he’ll go through to make the most life-like costumes and the parties where he shows it all off?? Top mf notch! Bonus points for getting some action at said parties.

[killerbananas]

Hush

Your sleeping form drives Jean up the wall, insisting you watch your noise level in the tent, but it’s a bit difficult.

🔞 mdni | masterlist | 513 wc | afab!reader x Jean

Warnings: smut; sleepy camping dubcon rough needy creampie surprise

AN: Repost from my old account.

It’s driving him mad, lying besides you, but not being able to do anything as he watches your shorts creep up your soft thighs. The final straw is your cheek peeking out and he doesn’t give a fuck anymore if his friends hear, but he knows you might. It’s the only thing that tempers his arousal to a gentle caress instead of smacking down like the clap of a frustrated god on your ass.

The long stroke of his palm over your skin wakes you from an almost-passed-out state to groggily wet expediently. He lets his fingertips dance along the curve he followed, dipping down, behind you, and slipping under the exposing shorts. It’s ticklish, the light touch he rubs against the length of your slit, slowly weeping moisture at his probing. He bites his other hand to cover the groan when he understands you’re not wearing any panties and realizes it’s destiny to bare the access he desires.

He manhandles you onto your stomach and places the long hard length of him on top of you to whisper in your ear.

“Keep quiet and you can come. Make too much noise and you’ll invite a crowd we’ll have to please. I know how you feel about being watched, but you better let me take what I need from this cunt first. I’ve been staring at your backside for hours, babygirl, and I cannot wait any longer.”

It takes all of you to not moan as he grinds his erection down with the warning. You manage a weak nod. It’s all he needs to free himself readily from his sleep shorts and start to slip inside of you. He has to bite your shoulder to hide his own sounds. You bite the pillow, nearly going cross-eyed in the endeavor.

“Good fucking girl. Almost all the way in.”

He works your now sopping cunt with his invading member with short, powerful thrusts. It minimizes the sounds of skin slapping, muffling more with his clothing still on, but has you panting and chanting the mantra in your head to close your fucking mouth. It’s just enough friction to drive you crazy and him close, not that he hadn’t been rubbing his cock the entire time he had to stare you down and was already closer than he let on.

“Such a perfectly available cunt shouldn’t go empty, right? What if I leave a fat load inside of you, huh? Y-yeah, sounds g-goddamn amazing to me. Fuck-I-I’m gonna…”

He’s jammed himself as deep as he can go on the last stroke, pulsing ropes of white that make your eyes roll back while he makes all the small noises, grunts, whines, as he fills you. It’s not fair that he can let out the release and you’re biting the inside of your cheeks until you feel his hand sneak beneath and ruin your good faith effort by blinding you with an orgasm.

“Ah!”

Oh, no… Maybe no one-

“Hey, did you hear that? I think it came from Jean’s tent. Maybe we should check on them.”

Shit.

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[firefly--bright]

flaws.

jean kirstein x gender neutral!reader

in which; it's a cool night, but jean warms you, body and mind.

warnings : self indulgent so.... proceed w caution. mentions (slightest) of nudity and sex (this fic is completely sfw, don't worry :) ), kind of sad-ish hurt/comfort type fic.

a/n : something short to satiate the lack of fics this month it might take alot longer than expected for me to post the other fics!!!! i promise I'm working on them but they're super duper long and not to mention heavy. thank you for being patient with me (*´ω｀*) this was going to be a part of belonging but i decided to scrap it cause i didn't know how it would fit in the fic. enjoy!

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the grass was damp as you sat on it, and jean's presence was much like your own - persistent.

you don't speak for a minute and the silence stretches far beyond the time you share. it says more than it needs to. it says he's here for you. it says i can see you in a crowded room. it says I'll be there for you if you let me.

the minute passes. jean nudges your shoulder with his before he speaks. "I've never really seen you ask for help." he states, like it's one of the universal truths, which it might as well be.

you shrug. "I'm stubborn."

there's more to it. there's always been more to the things you say, and what you want to say is that asking for help inherently meant asking for forgiveness, asking for help meant you were guilty of not wanting it. when you do end up building your courage, finally untying the knot your tongue has made, the 'help' never shows. you ask for help to the space, to the walls, to the mirror, expecting to find someone there. some solace.

there's no hesitation in his voice when he decided to answer your unsaid question.

"i like that you're stubborn," he shrugs like it's a feature and not a flaw. "it means your love isn't going anywhere."

there's a beat. the same silence. then, "i never saw it like that." comes from your lips with a gentle exhale.

his lips quirk up slightly. the smile doesn't meet his eyes but the corners of them squint anyway. you love that about him; his eyes speak more than his expressions or face or words or hands do. you love more that you're probably the only one who can decipher the code in his eyes.

they look at you now, only now, you can't see what he's saying in them. you can never tell when or if someone is loving you or has decided on giving up, and even now you want to shake his shoulders and ask if there's something he wants from you. if there's a reason he's sticking around. if there's a reason he sees a use in you.

his hand grazes the top of yours and you note how his palms are warm against the cooling night. his hand lays there, on top of yours - persistent.

you figure it's your turn to speak again. there's no difficulty in your voice, none of the reluctance or hesitation that comes with talking to other people. it's easy with him, you realise. your mind doesn't run rampant with an overload of questions; ifs and buts and whens and whys.

"how can you say that so confidently?" you ask. you don't really mean to, because everything jean says is mostly true. he's honest almost to a fault and you have no doubt he meant what he said only because he's seen you, because he's been so close to you.

he shrugs again. his other hand - he refuses to remove the hand laid on top of yours - weaves through his hair beautifully. the action itself might have left you mesmerized if it wasn't for what he says next.

" 'cause i know you."

there's a sort of intimacy that comes with words. intimacy that no amount of nudity can get you. you could lay in your sweat after a long night under the covers but you could never hear the sincerity that comes with something like this. it's no secret jean loves you; you can tell because you know him. there's something special about him knowing you, though. when you've gone long enough without the comfort of being loved, you start to doubt if anyone has ever known you. but you find yourself wrapped in that comfort now, with him. he knows you. you remember the one time you told him about how you read this excerpt from some book you barely remember the name of, that loving someone meant knowing them. loving someone meant seeing them in their light, no matter how dim or strong, and choosing to know them. choosing to hear them.

he's choosing too. he chose you.

you smile the way he always makes you smile. his eyes, in all their glory, look at you like they always have.

your hand turns from under his, palm facing his own. your fingers move to curl as his eagerly do the same around yours.

for the first time you feel the reciprocal. you feel your love rooting itself in his mind and his in yours.

you feel both; persistence and stubbornness. for the first time, his flaw is met with a smile.

for the first time, your flaw is met with understanding.

for the first time, you are both loved.

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[medowlarken]

hi! saw that you were taking requests and o saw this reel the other day and.... can't get it out of my head

if you're comfortable with it, can i request a fic based on this reel with jean kirstein :')

only if you're okay with it though!

thank you <3

((ngl this was weirdly hard for me to write? i went through like three different renditions before finally settling on this one :/ anyway, thanks for the request and sorry it took so long! TW// for some language and spiciness but nothing extreme))  

"Hold still.”

Jean sipped his teeth but did as he was told, tilting his face up as you flicked the tip of your eyeliner pen against his closed lids.

“This is stupid,” he muttered, “I’m just gunna look dumb.”

“Hush,” you replied. You gripped his stubbled chin between your thumb and forefinger and turned his face to line the other lid. “Don’t doubt my skills. You look hot.”

You’d gone for bold winged eyeliner-- a bit more extreme than what you’d usually wear, but you wanted your boyfriend’s first makeup experience to be memorable. 

Jean was pretty particular about his style. No to the point of narcissism--although, some of the other guys might disagree--but the man knew what he looked good in and stuck to it. You’d been begging to put makeup on him for ages and he’d always vehemently refused. 

That is, until now. Your friends Bertolt and Reiner were finally tying the knot after what felt like a decade together. It was only fitting that their engagement party be as unapologetically queer as they were. Or, as Reiner had worded it in the group chat, no gender, only vibes, stirring up confused excitement among the rest of you and a sweat drop emoji from his fiancé. 

Knowing your friends, the party was bound be a debaucherous disaster. You’d been looking forward to it for weeks.

Back in the present, Jean blinked his eyes open and peered up at you. The wings of his eyeliner were more or less even, to your relief. It brought out the natural sharpness of his gaze tenfold. You’d clipped his bangs back with a pair of barrettes-- the dusky pink matched the fabric of his billowy trousers. A mesh top brought the whole look together, hugging his lean pecs and flattening his smattering of chest hair. A layered combination of both of your jewelry was the metaphorical cherry on top.

You looked good too, of course--comfortably formless in your slouchy skirt and one of his sweater vests--but Jean looked damn good. You were almost jealous.

You smiled at him. “I really outdid myself this time. Maybe I should become a makeup artist.”

Jean snorted and rose up from his desk chair, necklaces clinking together. “As long as you can keep paying your half of the rent, I’ll support you, babe.” He went over to the mirror hanging over your shared dresser and inspected his face. “Huh. Not bad.”

“We’re not done yet,” you said. You patted the seat of the chair and he wandered back over. “Gotta finish off with the lips. I think this color will look good.” You held up a tube of lip gloss for his approval.

Jean frowned. “It looks like mud.”

“Melted chocolate,” you corrected, unscrewing the lid and dabbing excess product off the wand. “It goes on pretty sheer. Now pucker up.”

Jean pursed his lips in an overdramatic way that had you giggling and smacking his shoulder, taking care not to drop the lip gloss wand in your hand. He grinned, expression going soft, then relaxed his mouth so you could swipe the gloss onto his bottom lip.

Your laughter faded as you concentrated on the task at hand. The brownish color of the gloss was fairly neutral but overlining would probably stand out in a bad way. Jean’s bottom lip was a bit fuller than his top one-- you ran the flat part of the wand across it, leaving sticky, shimmery product behind. The tip of his tongue peeked out from behind his bottom row of teeth. Combined with the smolder of his black-lined gaze, it made something hot squirm inside your gut.

Maybe you’d made him look a little too good.

You swallowed and quickly finished applying the lip gloss. You didn’t miss the way Jean watched the bob of your throat. “There,” you murmured, “now rub your lips together.”

He hummed, not taking his eyes off of your face, and brought his hand up to cup the side of your neck. You could feel the cool press of his rings against your skin. “I could do that. Or my beautiful professional makeup artist could do it for me.”

“Corny,” you admonished, but didn’t resist when he pulled you down to meet him in a kiss. 

It was chaste at first-- simply the press of your mouth against his. But the tiny sigh he let out made you want more. Gloss smeared between you as you deepened the kiss, slick and artificially sweet, and Jean tugged you down until you were perched in his lap. Your skirt bunched up around your hips-- the silky material of his trousers rubbed against the skin of your inner thighs, dragging a groan out of your throat. His hot tongue rolled against your own, followed by his hips, and you forced yourself to pull away before you got too lost in each other.

“Careful,” you said, voice rough, “I spent too much time on your dumb face just for you to mess it up now.”

Jean dug his fingers into the curve of your waist. Thankfully, his eyeliner was still intact. The same couldn’t be said about the lip gloss-- it’d smeared all over his mouth and chin, making it look like he’d gone to town on some gravy.

You were about it make fun of him for it when he reached up and swiped his thumb across your cupid’s bow. He brought it to his mouth and sucked. “Mhm. You were right, though-- this shit really does taste like melted chocolate.”

Face burning, you rolled your eyes and clamored off of his lap. Cocky bastard. He’d just have to reapply the gloss himself.

((i’m always down for requests and it doesn’t have to be Jean/reader! just shoot me a message. thanks for reading))

[tsukimirecs]

104th cadet corps // fic recommendations

note: remember to read the tags! + i do not own any of these works

jean kirstein

the roommate

dutch courage

babymaker

washing machine heart

bottled up

i stayed there, dust collecting

santa daddy

cake

wish, wish, wish

armin arlert

for one night

maneater

nine years

secret love affair

ripe fruit.

bright morning

reminder: thank reiner later

definition of a good boy

ocean eyes

mikasa ackerman

idol

bruises

arm wrestling

nocturne

stalker

dust, moon, and silver

the unbearable weight of staying

eren yeager

the way you are

bittersweet

say a little prayer

ocean's breath

midnight snacks

sweet dreams

emotional baggage

all over again

peppermint flavored kisses

connie springer

honey oat latte

promise

the unwritten law of college parties

free

anything but sex

[rumisgf]

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

[co-psycho]

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a/n: new story coming soon. Don’t forget to leave requests!!! Enjoy

Jean overstimulating you

Jean touching himself while eating you out

Jean teasing you

Oral sex in the shower

Squirting on his cock

Pussy drunk Jean

Reverse cowgirl

Reader is cock drunk

Jean obsessing over your body

Reader fucking Jean on his couch

Size kink

Jean breeding you

Jean breeding you pt.2

Passionate sex 🫣

Nipple play

Rubbing your cl!t while fucking you

Fingering you while you squirm

[morgluvsconnie]

thinking about how if jean was a girl dad, he would be so dedicated to being just that.

like the amount of dresses and tutus, barbie heels and doll sets would increase every week to the point where his own daughter would have to tell him “don’t you think this is a lot daddy?” with a slight frown.

“you think so?” he’d stop the shopping cart and look at it. “but you picked everything out.” he looked at his daughter as she played with the hair of the doll she held.

“i only picked this out.” she giggled while holding up the only doll that caught her eye.

“ah… right…” he pursed his lips together with a slight frown.

his daughter would just be his own princess, taking care of her in every way, even if she didn’t need it.

“can i have mcdonald’s?” she’d ask at 3AM. and sure, it was late, the nearest mcdonald’s was closed, but he still found a way.

“jean, where are you with our daughter?” you called his phone to figure out where he could possibly be at this time of night.

“uh.. she’s in the play place.”

you sat up in your bed with a frown. “of… of mcdonald’s?”

“we got the munchies babe.”

[ukeshik]

Jean Kirstein x reader

Just some fluffy headcanons with him

Jean, who tries to seem like a "cool" guy in front of friends, but with you he is the most gentle, softest, romantic and caring person in the world. And others know about it too, but they play along with him.

Jean, who loves hugging you, kissing you, just touching you, but only outside the public. As soon as you find yourself outside the house, in someone's company, his maximum is to put his arm around your waist or shoulders while he is moving somewhere with you or give you a peck on the cheek when he meeting you. What's going on between you and him should stay just between the two of you.

Jean, who is not afraid or shy of his mother when he is with you. He always visits his mother several times a month with you, and tries not to be so embarrassed when his mother shows her love for her son (In addition, she will fatten and hug you too, telling you about what a sweet child her Jeanbo was, and various compromising stories from childhood).

Jean, who loves unexpectedly poke you lightly in the stomach, tickle you or slap your ass to attract your attention to himself when he lacks it (for example, if you work at home, study or are just busy). He really likes it when you grumble under your breath, try to get out of his arms, although you smile and enjoy his touches and eventually give up, allowing him to lie on your lap or hug you from behind.

Jean, who likes to sit with you in the kitchen while you cook, chat with you, or just flip through the music on the phone that he turned on for you. He doesn't cook very well (only his favorite rice omelet, although he always asks you to cook it anyway, because "you make it tastier”), so you do it. But then he's happy to help you with the cleaning, taking the brunt of washing the dishes on himself.

Jean, who eats A LOT. He can sweep everything, just because he's really hungry. As a man in the prime of life, he has a fast metabolism, and it's just that this huge body needs to be supported with a lot of food. Sometimes you complain to his mom that you can't feed this piggy because he sometimes eats everything in the fridge.

Jean, who can be very grumpy in the morning, hates alarm clocks and swears, but as soon as you wake up to the end, go up to him swearing, stand on tiptoe and kiss him on the jaw or cheek, the forces finally awaken in him, and this is your gentle Jeanbo again, who breaks into a smile and is ready to move mountains For you.

Jean, who hates shopping (only if clothes or other things are chosen for him, because the long wait, standing, irritates him terribly), but loves to see you in new outfits and buy them for you, just because he can afford it, and you have a sense of style and You always find good things. So he definitely won't go shopping with you, but he'll be happy to pay for everything you need.

Jean, who sometimes starts just doing push-ups or pull-ups on a horizontal bar that he made for himself, just to jokingly impress you. He starts breathing heavily and puffing on purpose, because he knows that it’s making you laugh at him. Although you really always appreciate how professionally and technically he performs all the exercises.

[abiatackerman]

Interrupted by brats

The air in the mess hall cracks with tension as Jean and Eren square off. Their fists fly, and the other scouts gather around, placing bets and cheering like it is some twisted spectator sport. Mikasa’s stoic expression betrays her amusement, while Sasha bites on a potato, her eyes wide with excitement.

But then, the doors swing open as Levi and you step in. The entire scene freezes. Even the birds outside seemed to hold their breath. Levi's glare can melt steel, and the room temperature drops by a few degrees.

"Brats......"

He mutters, his voice is like a blade slicing through the chaos.

"What the hell is this nonsense?"

Eren and Jean stumble apart immediately and you sigh. They straighten their uniforms, faces showing pure fear as they avoid eye contact with their captain.

Levi doesn't waste time. He kicks Jean's abdomen, since he was the one who started the fight. Then he kicks Eren's ass hard making him stumble forward.

"You want to fight? Fine. I'll give you a reason to regret it."

His knuckles crack ominously and you sigh.

Levi's really pissed today. You just told him that you're leaving for a week since your dad has become sick and you haven't visited your family for a while. He's pissed thinking that it's gonna be a damn long annoying week without you. Just when you two were about to kiss, Historia rushes to Levi's office to inform him about the fight.  Levi is pissed about the interruption and now here he is, beating them up.

"Captain, I...."

Jean tries to speak but Levi stops him.

"Shut up!"

Levi snaps.

"And you, Jaeger."

He turns to Eren, who stands there massaging his ass.

"You're not innocent either. Next time you want to throw punches, do it in private. Got it?"

Eren nods so vigorously that his head may detach from his neck.

"Y-yes, sir!"

Levi stares at him for a while then looks at you again. You can tell by his looks he's thinking about punishing them. Your face softens as you look at Jean's and Eren's nervous faces, feeling sympathy for them.

"Both of you will clean this hall everyday for this whole week. One more fight and I'll increase the area of your cleaning also add daily laps to your lazy assed routine. Now all of you, out!"

Levi orders in his pissed tone as everyone rushes out of the hall. They all are relieved that Levi has just punished Eren and jean. Not them.

"Don't you think you are being too strict?"

You ask as the cadets leave the hall.

"I mean this hall is huge... Cleaning it every day is tough by only two people."

You say softly as Levi walks towards you.

"Though their behaviours are shitty they have loyal friends. I bet they all will clean it together."

He says as he grabs your chin.

"You're just too kind, doll. They'll be fine, don't worry."

You nod and remove his hand from your face and hug him tightly, wrapping your arms around his waist.

"You know? You looked so sexy and hot when you were beating them up. Everyone was looking at you with fear and you were the strongest intimidating leader, also your commanding voice... I did feel bad for them but... Shit... I'm fucking turned on."

Levi chuckles as his face is pressed against your head and he sniffs your sweet smell. His one hand wraps around your neck and the other one plays with your hair.

" Tch... You have a weird choice, but I'm not complaining."

He speaks in an amusing tone and removes his head from your hair to look at your face. He cups your face, his expression is soft with affection as he kisses your forehead.

"Just be safe for the week, ok? And make sure to come back to me unscarred."

He speaks, his voice full of affection. You chuckle.

"Even if I get in trouble, I'll use the combats you taught me. I'll be fine, don't worry."

You say smiling cheekily as Levi's eyes soften again. Your smile is his greatest weakness, he can't help but melt every time he sees it. And when he knows he's the reason behind it, his mind overflows with ecstasy.

He leans down and presses his lips softly against yours. You hum and close your eyes as you grip his shirt, only to feel his thumping heartbeat against your palm. His thumbs caress your cheeks as your lips move in a slow, soft and rhythmic way.

Just when Levi's tongue gently brushes against your lower lips and you are about to part your lips, suddenly, the mess hall's door swings open. Sasha and Connie stumble in, revealing Eren, Jean, Armin and Mikasa behind them. They freeze, cheeks flushed, eyes wide, as if caught in a forbidden act.

"Errr... Captain... we..."

Sasha tries to speak nervously, her cheeks pink.

"We were just..... Looking for the potato Sasha left behind."

Armin speaks shyly, his face flushed red. You try to suppress your smile as you look at the pissed expression on Levi's face.

"You shits were spying on us? What were you brats looking at? Never saw a man and woman kissing before?"

Levi speaks in a calm tone but you know he's fuming inside. Everyone turns red at his words, even Mikasa blushes.

"Eren and Jean will clean this mess hall, alone! And you all shits will clean the whole field. I'll check your work in the afternoon. If I see even a single darnel picking out of the grass, I swear I'll kick your lazy asses. As for the girls, you all will run 50 laps and no food until you clean your shits up. Mark my words!"

Levi speaks firmly as their eyes widened. You look at them sympathically as Sasha seems like she is about to cry.

"Out!"

Levi says in a slightly louder tone than usual making them flinch as they rushes out.

"Damn brats. What are they? 10? Bothering us like annoying bugs."

He speaks in a pissed voice as you sigh and hug his neck to calm him down.

"They are just kids, Levi. They probably got curious when Sasha came back here for her potato and caught us kissing. Forgive them."

Levi relaxes in you arms as he starts to kiss your neck.

"Tch, I shouldn't care for them like this when they're this annoying."

You chuckle and tilt your head to let him kiss you. You rub his back.

"You're a great father figure, Levi. They also knows it."

You giggle slightly at the tickling feeling as his breath fans over you neck and his lips keep caressing you skin.

"I'll try to be a good father to our brat too. I won't say shitty words and won't be harsh. I promise."

He mumbles in a low voice as his grip on your waist tightens.

"I know you will, love."

You say softly as he removes his head to look at your face.

"Tch, I'll miss you, smartass..."

He says softly as he kisses your forehead.

"Me too."

You say and he presses his lips against yours again. Though this time you two kiss each other for a long time without any interruptions.

And this time, no brats were peeking on you two either.

[porcalinecunt]

𝐑𝐈𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐉𝐄𝐀𝐍’𝐒 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐂𝐎𝐂𝐊 . . .

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

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

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

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

“ah..hah, Jean…” 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[killerbananas]

Expressions

A moment with Jean on the couch.

🔞 mdni | masterlist | 1,044 wc | afab!reader x Jean

Warnings: smut; subliminal breeding kink, come play, creampie, oral, cockwarming, biting, little rougher, adventurous positioning, softer stuff overall

AN: Repost from my old account.

You’ve been together years at this point, but it’s still a special kind of show to watch the natural honesty you see in Jean’s face. How he’d raise his brows in alarm when he realized he left the stove on, when a massive grin stole his features after you agreed to be together; it never fails to intrigue and amuse you.

His latest expression is of particular interest because you can see his thighs start to fidget restlessly and a telling bulge beginning to tent the soft material of his shorts. Even his lower abdominal muscles are beginning to twitch, showcased by his lack of apparel. Something is brewing in that carnal lizard brain.

It’s just hard to figure out what. Sure, your shorts are a little raised up while you’re sitting pretty on the couch knitting that pair of baby booties for your friend–

You check where his eyes rake over your body, directionality often readily discernible at such a short distance. He makes circuits drifting from up your legs to your chest a few times, but he keeps pausing in one area more than the others–

“Hey, beautiful. What are you making there?”

You explain. “I’ve been dying to polish up my knitting skills again too.”

You laugh and enjoy the communal mirth when he tells you he has something better you could polish. But it is not the exuberant ringing of your laughter leaving your lips when his hands grab your ankles and pull you swiftly towards him. No, it is an embarrassing high-pitched “Jean!” that steals itself from you when he manages to drag you, legs spread, to lock around his hips.

He knows exactly where his cockhead is hitting, even buried under both your layers of clothing, and he means to grind into your sensitive clit every time he can manage while still whispering his sinful soul in your ear while his hands map out cartographic marvels with expertly exploring tools. The way you’re straddled across his lap means getting to feel his muscle-dense thighs move with bracing strength. He knows just the right amount of pressure required to curl your toes.

The variance as he exerts drives your pulse to your neck where he’s decided to nibble tender nips, reddening the thinner tissue. It hits you suddenly that it’s only a few minutes in and you’re aroused enough that Jean–

“Look at how wet you are, babe.”

“Stop teasing me. It’s your fault.”

“Oh, really? I think it’s hot to see you so turned on, you can’t even hide it from me. Let me clean up my mess.”

And another indecent squeak of his name leaves you when he roughly tugs everything off to bare you to him, handling your legs…

“Up on your hands.”

…right over his shoulders, raising your torso parallel to his lap and causing your arms to tremble, gripping his legs to try to keep balance. His mouth meets your cunt and the tremble triples, but Jean takes his warm palms and helps anchor you to his same shoulder with one and cups what he can span of your ass with the other. He wreaks blissful havoc through your folds, nips your clit sporadically, and leaves you semi-delirious.

You try to reorient yourself from the intense pleasure, enjoying the view of Jean smirking, lower half of his face painted with smatterings of blanche-opaque dewdrops amidst smooth strokes of your creamy essence. You lick a sample from his cheek and become overwhelmed again when he initiates a tongue-dominating kiss before you can swallow, craving your taste and closeness. He’s more of a multitasker when it counts than most would give him credit. He doesn’t falter in the languid makeout session, yet, next you know it, his throbbing head is breaching your pussy and filling you up to what feels like your ribs. You suck in his deep, masculine groan as it passes his lips when you seat yourself flush. You want all of him, but fuck do you also want to bite that smirk off his face.

His stomach clenches as he presses himself further into your extremely exposed cunt. The position allows for penetration so deep that it nearly smashes bright lights behind your eyes while his cock paints lovebruises along your cervix. You gyrate your hips, sexual mischief flirting across your hazy mind and begin walking your hands back again. He works with you to adjust, intrigued where you’re going. He’s happy he complied when it ends with you folded with your legs at your ears and your ass resting at the edge of the cushions. Exposed doesn’t cover the vulnerability of this position.

He pulls back to just his head, rutting stuttering patterns with a dick so hard and leaking, he’s starting to get a sick thrill at the lewd sounds and dripping fluids he’s fucking right out of you. His fingers press some to your lips, greedily stolen from between you and voraciously consumed by your hot mouth.

“Inside, please, honey.”

You can tell he’s close by rhythm and his eyes can’t leave the slick meeting of your bodies since before the words left your mouth. He’s not even responding verbally, just helplessly chasing his orgasm so he can revel in the gift of your cunt.

He’s not so far gone that his hand forgets about your painfully swollen clit. How could he when he’s balls deep, hands pulling you apart to try to simply fuck deeper…

You get to watch every single, beautiful feeling streak bliss across his features when you come together. His jutting hips, splattering molten lovenotes into your womb, pull an earth shattering orgasm. You see that adorable way he bites his lip when he thrusts in and out, brimming with overstimulation, watching his come pool invitingly. He momentarily leaves, drawing a very fucked out moan from you. His two fingers press his seed back through your folds, into your hole, and follows back up with his still throbbing cock when he finishes. You adore the warm sensation his gaze brings you as he keeps himself right there while shoving his fingers in your mouth one more time.

You’d clean his entire body with your tongue if you’re being honest, but you can’t let him know that.

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[firefly--bright]

ok but like imagine jean during his cadet days trying his very best to learn abt flowers for y/n but also seem nonchalant abt it 😭 like y/n sees a pretty flower & jean notices & just goes "that's a nice geranium 👍" but inside he's praying & hoping y/n notices he's making an effort for her interests

Botany, baby

a blooming hearts extra! (check masterlist in my navigation for the full series :))

jean kirstein x reader (**implied fem, but they/them pronouns used)

** the reader is implied to be in the girl's dorm with Sasha, Mikasa, and the others.

warnings : none. (lowercase intended)

tagging : @a10vely-yutazen

a/n : hi! I'm so sorry this took so long :( it also turned out wayyy longer than I expected? and that was even after i cut a couple parts lmao. but i hope you like it! i know it might not be exactly what you were asking for,,, but i hope it's good anyway :) thank you so much for the ask and support! i really appreciate it ( ◜‿◝ )♡

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"hey, Armin, come check this out!" you say, pointing at a small plant sprouting from the cracked ground, dry from not being showed any mercy from the relentless heat.

Armin crouches beside you, observing the leaf under the bright moonlight. "which one do you think it is?" he asks, and you shrug. you don't really care about the plant that much, much about the creature crawling on top of it.

It was pretty to look at, with all of it's legs slowly walking up on the leaf's veiny terrain. A green body, some brown spots that looked almost blue under the night sky. you were sure it would be a gorgeous butterfly soon, after it made its home in a cocoon under the leaf.

"the bug is really cool..." you trailed off, still captured by the way it moved on the leaf. you'd assumed all nature had slept by now, with the annoying cawing of the crows having died down just a couple hours prior, but this little bug was having the time of it's life, it seemed.

"maybe there's something about it in the book grandpa left me. i don't have it right now, though... maybe some day, we can research about it!" Armin says, and turns to you with a hopeful smile, which you gladly return.

"of course, Min." you say.

Jean feels like a creep looking at you like this, but he can't help it. what was so special about Armin that you sought out speaking to him more than jean? was it the fact that he knew more about plants and flowers than jean did? jean thought you liked that about him, that you could tell him about things he'd never heard of and he'd give you all of his attention, even if he pretended to be interested in other things.

"oi, jean, come on. let's go to the bunks," he heard Marco call out behind him. Jean refused to move, though, and Marco's footsteps eventually came to a halt behind him.

"you're being a creep, looking at them like that." Marco said.

Jean rolled his eyes, "I'm not being a creep." he turns now, moving alongside Marco to the boys bunks. "say, do you have a book or something about plants?"

there's a small pause, and jean is sure marco is smiling cheekily without even having to look at him.

"i don't, but Armin might. why the sudden interest?"

jean shrugs, keeping his eyes on the approaching building with his fingers interlocked behind his head. "no reason."

--

jean massaged his shoulder with his palm, groaning as his legs walked at a slower pace than usual. the last two hours had been spent running with a bag that seemed to be filled with rocks, and Shadis framed it as though if he and his commrades failed this task, they would loose their will to live.

jean felt like it was the opposite. he lost his will to live during the training.

the barracks were about a mile away from where they were currently, all the trainees walking slowly towards their cabins, and jean hoped there would be more food today. there was no way he'd be sleeping with an empty stomach.

Armin walked infront of him, alongside Reiner, who the former was thanking profusely for some reason. jean fastened his pace to catch up with him.

"oye, Armin."

"hey Jean," the blonde spared him a glance, going back to staring at the ground, sweat dripping off his forehead.

"say...do you have any books about...uhm...plants? or, like, the different types of flowers?"

jean was unusually nervous, his hand coming up to hold the back of his neck, something he had only recently noticed he picked up from Marco.

Armin looked at him now, fully, gaze fixed on his. he seemed to pick up on Jean's uneasiness, who quickly tried to hide it.

he hesitated, still questioning why jean would want it in the first place. he shrugged nonetheless, answering the boy's question, "yeah, i do. why?"

jean sighed in relief. Armin, ironically, was his only hope, otherwise he would have to wait until the next time they got their measly payment and buy the book himself, which seemed mortifying to him. jean had never stepped foot inside a bookstore or the library, and the times he did, he was with his mother who already knew what cookbooks to buy. the aisles of old parchment always intimidated him, and jean would always wonder why you and Armin loved reading so much. how did you know what you liked and disliked? how did you start? how did you imagine the world that the writers made so passionately? Armin and Marco only talked about encyclopaedias and information books because that's what fascinated them, but you talked about the romance novels you picked up from town, the poems and lines he saw you underline and write explanations about as if they were your scriptures. which, he assumed they were, for you.

"just.. no reason. wanna know what you guys keep talking about." he said. atleast it wasn't a complete lie, he reasoned with himself. technically, he did want to know what you were talking about, and boast about the fact that he knew some things, too.

"ah, alright. I'll let you borrow it after (y/n) is done with it. they still have my copy." he says, too tired to bother asking why jean would want to read all of a sudden. Jean was much like Eren, but if Armin said that thought out loud, he was afraid he'd be beaten to a pulp.

Jean's shoulders deflated. you liked to read things though, and with your extensive knowledge about plants and flowers and evrything jean didn't know about, it would take a while for you to finish - and probably memorize - the book. jean would have to wait a long time for his turn.

ah, well, jean figured. better late than never.

--

the rain had long pelted the ground, leaving large puddles in its wake. though you had tried not to get your boots dirty, all efforts of that were given up as you snuck past the large area, trying not to get caught.

it was night time - darker than usual because of the impending storm clouds. as usual, sasha had asked you to get some leftover food for her. she insisted that there was always some left after dinner, and her way of excusing sneaking in whatever old fruits and carbs you could find was that it provided her "energy" for the next day.

you refused to tell her that the rations you got with you were almost always more than enough to feed the entire dorm twice, carried carefully and delicately in both your arms like a swaddled baby, but you also wanted to give some to the boys dormitory - atleast the ones that had all your friends grouped into it. it was extremely convenient that all of them were placed under one roof, but you assumed that's why they got along in the first place. well, for the most part. jean and eren didn't fit in the 'getting along' category, but they could put aside their differences to get better rest (no doubt for their next round of passive and fully aggressive jabs at eachother).

the soft squish of the ground under your boots was the only sound that kept you company. well, that and the small lamp illuminating the door to the boy's dormitory, surrounded by a swarm of moths. stepping under the glow, you knocked the door with your foot twice, paused, and twice again - your "secret" code made up my Armin so they'd know it was safe to open. the lengths you went to sneak out just for some food probably would have made you an amazing spy, but that was just something for you to imagine about in your rare spare time. for now, you waited until eventually, you saw jean open the door.

he was careful not to let the hinges make any noise, lifting the door up slightly so that the weight of the wood wouldn't make any sound. during monsoons, the hinges got extra rusty because of the moisture and a couple close calls of getting caught had taught you guys to be even more cautious around this time.

yes, this had been going on for a while.

the load in your arms got lighter as he took some of the food for the dorm. you whispered a small "thank you" to him, which made him give you his signature scowl.

"why are you thanking me? you're the one getting the guys some food like an angel."

you rolled your eyes, refusing to be flustered, "I'm not an angel, that's reserved for Christa. also, there were no potatoes today."

"shit, what are you gonna tell sash? she'd go feral." he asks, and you shrug as best your could without letting the rations fall to the ground.

"guess I'll just let her eat my arm." you say, recieving a flicker of a smile from him.

jeans eyes flicker from the load in your hands to your eyes, then to something behind you.

meeting your eyes again, he says, "uh, that's... a pretty nice...sc-scabi-" he pauses, gulping, before continuing his sentence. "that's a pretty cool scabiosa."

he nods once he completes his thought, like he just won a competition, looking proud of himself. your brows furrow, and you shoot him a confused look.

Jean's smirk comes in full bloom. "behind you." he says, chin pointing towards the object.

his voice is no longer a whisper, now settling at an octave lower than how he'd usually speak in the daylight, and you turn around to see what's got him so proud.

the crumpled up piece of parchment that sat on the moist ground was the only thing that jean seemed to be talking about. you turned back to him, a smile of your own escaping your lips.

"that's...not a flower," you say. you watch the confusion take over his face, "it's a crumpled piece of parchment, jean."

you could see how he may have confused the flower with the parchment. the glow of the lamp under which he stood could have fooled anyone - the shadows that each crease created made it look like delicate petals of the summer flower.

"are you sure? it looks like scabi- scabi...."

"scabiosas," you completed, smile widening at his blunder. you let a small laugh escape your lips before composing yourself, deciding to not intentionally embarass him any further.

even in the flickering light of the candle's fire, you could see the evident blush of embarrassment flood his cheeks and tips of his ears. he continued to state at the fallen paper, refusing to meet your eyes.

"scabiosas are a summer flower." you whispered, which made him look back at you, "and it's monsoon. they can't be growing now, flower boy. nice guess, though." your tone condradicts your words, as the sarcasm latches onto your words. the teasing smile you're giving him isn't any better, and jean would've dug a hole and burried himself in it.

it wasn't that big of a deal, he tried to argue with himself. so what if he mistook a parchment for a flower? anyone could've done it, right?

still embarassing, though.

and the mortifying part about this? he was sure his friends were listening through the door he had left cracked open.

no, the mortifying part about this was that he would have to face you again, and while you had laughed and said goodnight to him before walking away, he knew he'd have to live with this embarassment every day for atleast a week or two before you'd forgotten about it.

hopefully, you'd see that he was only doing it to impress you, and not to make a complete and total fool of himself infront of you.

jean had stood there for a good two minutes before a tap on his shoulder pulled him out of his daze, as Marco guided him back to the dorm with a pitying smile, closing the door the same way jean had opened it.

"dude, is your eyesight that bad?" eren spoke after the door had closed.

jean sighed.

this would be a long night.

well, atleast Armin knew why Jean had wanted that book now.

--

Jean vowed to never try that trick ever again. even if he was confident over what plant it was, even if he went over the "Book of Botany" about a thousand times after that, he promised he'd never say the name of any plant ever again.

the dining hall was packed as always as jean sat down to eat his dinner - a bowl of warm soup with a few floating chunks of celery, and some bread. Marco sat beside him, chewing on the end of his bread while talking to bertholdt about the fact that Marco was going to visit his mother on the cadets' rare days off.

jean didn't have any plans for tomorrow, contrary to so many other people. he was originally planning to go see his mother as well, but decided to stay back and study for the written exams. he was doing well in the physical part of training; he was sure he'd be ranked in the top ten, but if he failed his written exams then there'd be no point in expert physical strength and strategies.

besides, after he'd heard that you'd be staying too, the decision wasn't hard to make.

speaking of, you slid right next to jean on the empty seat, the one he intentionally kept for you.

you had the same meal he did, except for the fact that half of your bread was already gone, no doubt given to Sasha and Mikasa, who you claimed 'barely ate after excerting herself so much'.

"what are you going to do tomorrow, flower boy?" Poppy asked, and jean pretended to think just so he could savour the nickname.

"probably just stay here and get some studying done. i wanna get good in the theory parts."

there was a beat of silence, and jean wondered if he should ask you what your plans were, but you interrupted his thoughts by asking, "wanna do it together? I'm not that good at it either, so... some company would be nice."

who was jean to refuse?

he shrugged and murmured a small "sure," that seemed to satisfy you, all while trying to hide the fact that his insides were filled with buzzing bees instead of butterflies. being beside you always felt more like a relaxing hum instead of fluttering butterflies, and aptly so. your tone dripped with a comfort jean couldn't really place.

the next day rolled faster than jean thought, with his body passing out of exhaustion and sleeping almost too well; something that didn't happen often. by the time he'd woken up, Marco and Thomas had already left, their bunks left empty and neat. the rest of the guys were gone too, and judging by the sun almost overhead, he'd slept in well into noon.

wasting no time, jean hopped into the shower and used Marco's special "perfume" he had made. he claimed his sister had extracted it from some plants and given it to him. jean figured using a couple drops today wouldn't be too bad. the lavender scent smeared on his collar as jean smirked to himself. Poppy wouldn't complain about his smell now, he thought, stepping out of the bathroom.

brushing a hand through his hair, taming the wet locks, he stepped out of the dorms. he donned his vest, opening the door only to be met by you, hand raised for a knock.

"oh. hey, jean. late morning today?"

jean lost his train of thought for a moment. did you always look this pretty or was it because you had finally gotten a full night of sleep? you eyes were extra sparkling today, he thought. maybe it had something to do with the fact that you didn't really need to overwork yourself today.

he cleared his throat after feeling rhe tips of his ears getting warm.

"yeah, kinda. whered'ya wanna study?" he asked, stepping out of the threshold of the dorm and following you.

"well... i thought, maybe, since it's our free day, we should go up to this place i found. it's not far from here and you don't need to spend your precious money, so don't worry about that. just our horses and some water, maybe some food, which I've already packed. trust me, okay? it's gonna be nice." you rambled, and jean could tell you were excited to take him to this mysterious place. honestly, he didn't care what the place was. he'd follow you till the ends of the barren earth if you asked.

but he refrained from voicing his thoughts. he always did. the gentle, softer thoughts were always kept to himself, which made it all the more sincere to him. and, no, it wasn't denial if he just never told anyone about it.

"sure, anywhere's fine. just as long as it doesn't include any hiking. my legs are fried."

your smile tells him all the answers he needs to know.

--

the trail was not that tricky, honestly, and you wondered why it had taken you so long to find. it was almost a straightforward road laced with broken foliage and thick bushes, which your horses crossed it without any problem.

nearing the place, you shouted to jean over your shoulder, "close your eyes!"

facing forward again, you couldn't see his brows furrow, but you could picture him doing his characteristic head tilt anyway. you knew he was making that scowl, and you awaited for the word to follow.

"huh?!"

bingo.

you smiled. "just close your eyes, it's a surprise!"

a beat passed.

"jean? did you close your eyes?"

"yes i did, poppy. i swear, if you do something wreckless-"

"I'm not you, kirstein. keep 'em closed."

you pulled the reins of your horse to come to a hault, as Jean's horse did the same. stepping off the steed's back, you patted her and fed her a golden apple you knew she'd enjoy.

you walked over to jean, who's eyes were still closed, body tensed. standing on your tip toes, you reach out a hand to poke his back with your finger. jean almost jumped off his horse after feeling you tap him, making you bark out a laugh.

"walls, poppy, don't do that! I've got my eyes closed for you and you pull this shit, i swear I'm going to-"

"okay, we get it, you're going to beat the shit out of me or whatever. get off the horse, come on."

you guide him off the horse, surprisingly without any complaints coming from jean. your hand rested on his broad back, the other hand holding his hand as he used you for support and clambered off the poor horse.

your hands didnt leave his warm back after his feet touched the ground, nor did you leave his hand, which was now tightly clasped around yours. biting your bottom lip to refrain a laugh from excaping you at how he'd hate to see you babying him like this, you guided him to the pond you wanted to show him.

the pond itself wasnt that large; covered by moss on its sides. the view was hidden by overgrown bushes which you carefully pushed aside with your boot to make way for the both of you. there were trees with hanging vines surrounding the water body. the only creatures that resided here were the humming dragonflies floating above the water and some freshwater fish under it, making the water and lotus ripple everytime they moved. oh, and there were lotus too, beautiful light pink petals gleaming under the sun. some were fully blossomed while some were mid-bloom, some as unborn buds. they were a beauty, really.

"okay, careful.." you muttered to jean, who stepped cautiously, using his other hand to steady his balance.

"if this isn't worth this effort, poppy.... I'm going to tell Shadis about what happens to all the missing rations."

you raised your brow even if he couldn't see it, "oh that would be such a tradgedy. truly, a loss." you deadpanned. "okay....now. open them." you say, and jean does so, blinking a couple times after to adjust to the light.

it takes him a few moments to take in the place you've just led him to. "wh..." he trails off, and you smile widely.

"right? i was surprised too. it's really pretty." you say, and jean looks at you without his signature scowl.

"uh huh. its nice." he says.

he looks at you, and under the sun almost directly overhead you, you see parts of his eyes you didn't have the time to notice before. the right side of them, where the light hit just right, his already honey brown eyes turned golden, and the rim of his pupils turned a shade lighter than what they usually were.

you broke eye contact before you said something stupid, choosing to look at the pond instead. spotting a dragonfly, you pointed to it, "look!"

jeans head turned, but his eyes refused to stop searching for yours. finally, when he did see the dragonfly, he found himself smiling. "holy shit... where'd you even find this, poppy? i mean...woah. did you show anyone else?"

a rather large part of him hoped that you only shared this with him.

you shrug, not remembering the details of what led you there. "i think i kinda got lost after ODM training? i dunno, it's hazy. but i haven't showed it to anyone. i don't know if others will find it as nice as you would."

jean scoffs, "of course they will. i mean, look at it."

you take a moment to look at his side profile again. he was looking out to the pond now, observing the surrounding, hair messy. there was a faint scent of lavender coming from him, and you almost smiled at the thought of him putting on Marco's signature perfume just for the occassion. you knew him too well, you supposed, and that made you want to smile even more.

"the lotus are pretty." he says, breaking you out of your thoughts.

you stare at him, incredulous.

that flower wasn't in the book he'd lent from Armin. it was in a book your father lent you back in Shinghanshina, which you had inevitably ranted to about Jean, noting all the flowers to him before you forgot about the contents of the book and how your father would sit you near his desk and tell you all about them.

your mouth parted.

that meant.... jean remembered?

hearing the silence, jean feared the worst. he had embarassed himself again, made a fool of himself over a plant all over again, just because he wanted to impress you. he couldn't help it, though, he just blurted it out without really thinking about it. he remembered you telling him about the delicate flowers, gesturing wildly with your hands to make him grasp a visual of the plant. he remenbered you telling him that your father promised he'd take you to a place that grew them one day, but never did.

jean turned his head to you.

to his surprise, though, he didn't find you laughing at his face like last time. you looked...stunned, if anything. normally, a reaction like this from anyone else would make jean say something cocky, like 'did i make you speechless?' or 'cat got your tongue?' because he'd know he was right, but now, with you, he could only hope he was.

you blinked, "uh..yeah. lotus. they grow in-"

"ponds or flooded areas," the two of you say at the same time.

you blink again. he did remember.

you can't control the smile, now. jean smiles back at you, keeping his gaze fixed to yours for a couple seconds.

jean could be good at botany if he tried, you think, and you wonder if he'd help out in your little fantasy of owning a flower shop. you wonder if he'd guide the customers, helping them buy flowers for their anniversaries, birthdays, marriages, or just for everyday occassions like tou wanted to. you wonder if you would brew him some tea before you opened the store for the day.

you sucked in a breath. that was enough for now. the rest would be thought out at night, if your mind would allow it.

"right...so... we should start studying, yeah?" you say, your voice wavering slightly.

jean clears his throat, scratching the back of his neck before nodding.

"yeah. yeah we should."

--

[tetzoro]

small angsty bite of love for the last episode. spoilers.

jeans hands gently move over your body, taking all the time the world he doesn’t have as he buckles in your straps. the others were rushing to get ready, the sound of leather and metal clashing together — only to be drowned out by the rumbling outside.

“jean, we have to hurry.” you could hardly contain the panic in your voice. his harness was already on, he had thrown it on before turning to help with yours. all he does is look up from where he’s kneeling, quietly buckling the belt before rising back up.

“i know.” he says as he cups your face, worry lacing all of his features. his forehead leans down against yours, taking a steadying breath. “can we just pretend for a minute?”

“pretend?” you breathe back, the sound of everyone else drowning out behind you. jean always had that effect — making you feel like the two of you were the only people in the world. if only that were true.

“that this might not be the last time we see each other.” he pulls back and searches your eyes for something. “that the world isn’t ending and we are just two people who are in love.”

“jean.” you all but whisper, touched by his small proclaimation. your heart breaks as you watch his face show you something so vulnerable, something you haven’t seen in so long. the stoic mask he had been wearing the last few months was washed away by a dose of fleeting reality. “yes. we can pretend.”

without another word, he leans in to kiss you. surprisingly, it’s slow. taking all the time in the world to glide his lips over yours. the horrors from the real world slip away as you walk into this land of make believe.

but reality was cruel. armin clearing his throat breaks the illusion with a look of regret and sorrow. jean casts you one last warm smile, small enough to break through that mask before the walls inside of him are back up and you have to go face certain hell together.