#girl dad!Jean Kirstein

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Girl Dad! Jean Kirstein

He's thrilled when your daughter chooses both dance and soccer - two very different aesthetics.

He watches a million YouTube videos on different intricate hairstyles for you daughter's dance recital.

She performs her dance routine for you and him in the living room. She's only six so she's falling all over the place, but that doesn't stop Jean from clapping at everything she does.

By the time the recital comes around, this man has memorized every part of her routine and knows what each move is called.

He and Connie go feral trying to get a front row seat and make sure the place has accommodations for Levi's wheelchair.

Jean, Connie and Levi are all looking quite dapper with bow ties for the recital and they're all holding flowers for her.

For soccer practice and games, he's the ultimate snack dad. Dude's got every possible snack in a giant reusable bag and a cooler full of water and Gatorade.

You and Levi frequently have to hit Jean in the head when he gets too amped up for her soccer games ("she's six for god's sake, chill out!!").

When she falls and gets hurt, he's the first one to run on the field and make sure she's okay. You both take her out for ice cream after.

That moment when your daughter's face gleams with determination on the soccer field? Jean's obsessed with it because that's when she reminds him of you.

[jeankirsteinsgirl]

Omg I’m ovulating and I need Jean right now 🥸could you pls write something about country boy Jean and a shy reader 🙈 I just know he is so charming, low key kinda cocky, and drives a pickup truck 😿😋

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WC: 5.5K (i promise its worth it)

Summary: city girl reader comes home to her family far and sees Cowboy Jean

CW: finger-sucking, cunnilingus, creampie, slut, good girl, princess, sweetheart, Jean has a huge cock, slight dumbification, slight degradation, doggy, spanking. NSFW MDNI 18+!!!

It’s been a few months since you’ve been home but you’ve really been missing the small back-roads town you grew up in. Growing up, generally, no one really left your home town so it was rather unusual for you to take a job in a big city a few hours out. No matter how hard you tried to convince yourself you knew in your soul you longed for the sound of the crickets at night under the full moon, the one diner in town with the absolute best burgers and shakes, the smell of your family’s farm wafting through your open window at night, and how much brighter the stars shined under the wide country sky. 

You missed it more than you cared to admit, so coming back home to work on the farm for two months this summer didn’t sound too bad. Your mom posed the idea one night when you were ranting to her about the stress of your “big city job” over the phone and she suggested you were just homesick and needed to take some time off, get back to your roots, and she was right. So here you were driving down the interstate through miles of nothing on either side in your fancy new car that dramatically contrasted with the dusty environment around you. You knew you’d hear a bunch of grief from your friends and family about how you dressed now and the loss of your sweet southern accent but you were prepared. Pulling into the long gravel driveway of your family's farm just on the outside of what was actually considered “town” you saw your dog run down from the front door to excitedly greet you. You walked out slamming your car door and slinging your bag over your shoulder before smothering your best friend with pets and kisses “Wish you’d do that to me sweetheart” came from a low raspy voice behind you in that signature cocky southern tone, you didn’t even have to turn around to know who it was. Of course, it was him, your father's favorite farm hand, Jean. How could you forget that he’d be here? 

You and Jean had a long history, and by history you mean the ongoing phenomenon of you secretly pining after him for years as he worked for your dad and him constantly flirting with every woman he laid his eyes on. He was very popular around town, especially among the girls. When you were home you’d always see Jean dragging back a different girl to his cabin next to the horse stables and you couldn’t help but roll your eyes, deep down feeling just a twinge of hurt that it wasn’t you. 

You just rolled your eyes and stood up, walking towards the front door of the big white house you grew up in “C’mon darling, I don’t even get a proper greeting?” He said smirking while leaning his right arm against your car “I’ll see you later when I go to help out with the stables Jean..” you replied in a mildly annoyed tone promptly reaching the door of your house and slamming it shut behind you. You were already stressed out about your job the last thing you needed to be stressed about was Jean fucking Kirstein. 

You walked up the rickety old stairs stained with splotches of paint, dirt, and who knows what else before reaching your room, the first one on the right, unfortunately with a perfect view of Jean’s cabin through your big, open window. You quickly shut your curtains and turned away from the view. You were not doing that. Not again. You didn’t need to know who Jean was gonna bring home tonight and cry into your pillow like you were 16 again.

 So you unloaded your things onto your bed and walked back downstairs to your mom who had already prepared a huge lunch for you. She insisted working in the city with such a stressful job had made you far too skinny and you needed to “put some meat back on those bones” so she sat you down at the round dining table in the corner of the kitchen and placed a cornucopia of your favorite foods from when you were little, her famous southern mac n cheese, a few tenders of fried chicken, some green beans for vitamins, and of course a slice of apple pie complete with a scoop of vanilla ice-cream and a coke. “I’m never gonna eat all of this mama” you giggled looking down at the absolute feast laid in front of you, god you’d been here for maybe 15 minutes and your slight accent had already made a comeback. “Well baby whatever you don’t finish we’ll have for dinner how ‘bout that hm?” She said sweetly stroking your arm “Saw you talking to Jean out there. Such a sweet boy, that one. I know your father likes him a whole lot.” You laughed softly to yourself at your mother’s comment of Jean being a “sweet boy” not wanting to get into an unnecessary argument, all you asked in response was where your father was, considering it was strange he hadn’t greeted you in one of his famous bear hugs yet. You were informed he went into a town a few towns over to pick up some more cows for the farm and wouldn’t be back for about three days. Three whole days you will have to work on the farm with just Jean, without the presence of your father as a buffer. Great. 

You scarfed down the delicious meal your sweet mother so graciously prepared for you, maybe she was right, you hadn’t been eating enough. You put what was left over in your oversized fridge and thanked her once again for welcoming you back with such open arms. You did the dishes and took your dog for a run, trying to put off your farm responsibilities until tomorrow mainly for one reason in particular. Unluckily for you the path you took on the run winded through Jean’s smoking spot when he was in-between tasks, how could you forget that? 

“Hey, princess why don’t you take a break and sit with me, hm? Got an extra cigarette just for those pretty lips.” He exhaled, smoke ghosting over his lips as he patted the spot next to him with his large hand. As much as your heart longed to find some semblance of affection in Jean’s flirtation you knew you weren’t special, he flirted with every breathing female who crossed his path, and playing into that would only hurt your feelings more in the long run. So no you would not smoke with him, you had things to do, none of them being Jean Kirstein. 

“Don’t smoke anymore, ‘ts bad for you, you know.” You remarked annoyingly trying to come off completely disinterested in his advances. “Oh, I see, the big city’s turned you into a good girl huh?” he teased taking another long drag, god he looked so good like this. All sweaty from working outside all day, tan with a slight sunburn across his nose dotting just a few freckles, his hair pushed back. “I’m not about to take advice from someone with a mullet” you scoffed and continued your walk as he protested behind you, it was hard to walk away from the opportunity to sit with him but you had to do it. You couldn’t run the risk of being any more captivated by him than you already were. 

After you returned from your walk and had been sulking in your childhood room a few hours later the time had come, like a doomsday countdown your mom stalked your door and asked why you hadn’t been out to see the horses yet. “They miss you a whole lot honey, don't know why you’re leaving 'em all high and dry like this.” She said with a slight tone of disappointment. She was right, it had been forever since you’d been in the stables and you couldn’t let Jean keep you from the horses forever, besides that wasn't fair to them. You’d just have to tough it out. Who knows maybe he’ll be somewhere else when you decided to go check up on them and perform your chores. 

You agreed with your mom and sighed as you pulled your body away from the soft comfort of your warm bed. It was boiling hot out so you needed to change it if you were going to be doing any actual work. You threw on a tank top and pair of old cut-offs you’d cut from jeans when you were 17. You looked pretty good you weren’t gonna lie to yourself. You headed downstairs out the front door and into the stables. Luckily it appeared the only living thing inside was the horses. You breathed a sigh of relief as you greeted each of them, pressing soft kisses to their noses and scratching the special spot they like behind their ears. You noticed at least two of them needed a bath, god does Jean even do anything around here besides antagonize you? 

You set your hat on a fence post and led one of the horses out into an open area where she could be bathed. You grabbed the hose and went to work scrubbing her silky mane and making sure to get her hooves as well. While you were diligently working on the task before you, Jean returned from wherever he was previously causing trouble. You caught him out of the corner of your eye just outside the big open doors of the stables talking to a tall blonde girl. “Yeah baby ‘ll see you later tonight all right,” he said in that sly seductive tone as he pushed some of her fried blonde hair behind her ear, and even worse you could see his large calloused hand resting on her ass. God you wanted to disappear right then and there, why did you have to be subjected to Jean’s promiscuous affairs? You pretended not to notice and continued working a brush through the black main of the horse in front of you “Can you believe him” you whispered to her “You probably can I guess, you must see it all the time” you said as you began to work little braids in the freshly brushed out mane. “Hey Princess picking up my slack huh” his voice came from the open doors as he stomped his way towards the other horse that needed to be bathed. “Not really, I’m just doing what needs to be done around here. Someone has to.” You scoffed in response to his obnoxious comment, how could you be so into him when he’s so aggravating?

You couldn’t stop thinking about his hand on that girl’s ass and his promise of seeing her later tonight, the look of lust behind his pretty amber eyes. Why couldn’t that be you? It’s not like his standards were high and you weren't ugly… why had he never chosen you. “What you thinking about over there pretty girl?” he said “Nothing just trying to get my work done so I can go back home” you replied nonchalantly not wanting him to see behind your facade. So you finally got your work done and succeeded in avoiding Jean for the rest of the night. You kept your promise to your sweet mom and ate your leftovers with her at the dining table before heading up to your bathroom for a hot shower. As you soaped up your body you thought of his hands, how they would feel against your soft skin, what his lips would feel like against yours, then you thought of her. About how he’s probably bottoming out in her as you were showering and the thought made you shiver. You could always check… He left his curtains open all the time, you could see what he was doing right now. No that’s pathetic. You're not 16 anymore. You quickly finished your body and wrapped yourself in a warm towel before walking back down the hall to your room to get dressed for the night. You finished up your nighttime routine, brushed out the long locks of your thick hair, and threw on a big comfy shirt you kept from one of your past boyfriends.

Walking to your bed to scroll through your phone for a little bit the curtains blew open from the movement of the air and you could briefly see into Jean’s window. You didn’t turn around, for about 5 minutes that is. You couldn’t stand not knowing what he was doing. You had to know if he kept his promise of meeting that girl, so you slowly walked over to your window and took the thin fabric of the curtain between your fingers, carefully moving it to the side.

Your fears were confirmed when you looked straight into his bedroom and saw his slender fingers digging into the hips of some girl with a terrible fake tan. Her face was contorted in pleasure and you could even hear them as Jean was making her scream around him due to their proximity. You saw his face too, his eyebrows furrowed in concentration and little strands of his brown hair making their way into his eyes, a red tint across his cheeks from exertion and a slight glimmer of sweat against his skin. You shouldn’t be watching this, this is a private moment between Jean and whoever his girl of the night was, but you couldn’t help yourself. The way his hips snapped up into her with delicious fervor just had your mind wandering about how that would feel if it was you instead. His abs contracting with each thrust had your hands wandering down the hem of your cotton panties as you sat back on the edge of your bed. Your eyes were glued to him the entire time as you slowly played with the wetness pooling between your legs, dipping your fingers inside yourself imagining they were his. You felt yourself getting closer and closer to orgasm as your breathing grew deeper and more labored. His grunts and groans were music to your ears as you felt yourself slipping over the edge. You called out his name as you let go, your body shaking with pleasure.

Your eyebrows now too were furrowed in pleasure as you watched him please the girl bouncing on top of him, You briefly shut your eyes as you got closer to your approaching high, imagining he was thrusting into you, whispering nasty things about how good you were for him. You wanted him- no you needed him so badly. As you came on your delicate fingers you opened your eyes to the pornographic scene displayed through your window, and whether you imagined it or not you could've sworn for just a second that Jean’s eyes were on you, watching your body heave up and down at the pleasure you gave yourself. But just as soon as it happened it was gone, he was whispering dirty inaudible things to the girl below him, you weren’t sure if he spotted you watching him at all. 

No, he didn’t, it was just your imagination, you decided. Jean’s never been in your room, he doesn’t know you have a view of his house from your window so why would he look in your direction at all? It just doesn't make sense.

Having found comfort in your conclusion that Jean had not caught you touching yourself for him while he fucked another girl, you quickly washed your hands and tucked yourself in for the night, dreading having to see him tomorrow. You lay in the dark and thought about the situation. You wondered if you should confront him or just pretend it never happened. Your heart raced as you tried to decide what to do.

Unfortunately, the sun rose the next morning, bringing about a new challenge of having to face Jean after the last night. You slept in for as long as you could, hoping to burn the daylight and not face him any sooner than was absolutely necessary. Your mom, however, knocked on your door around 10:30 to make sure you were feeling okay, as it was unusual for you to sleep in on the farm, thus beginning what would be a painstakingly long day. You ate a quick breakfast of microwaved oatmeal, you figured if you had to face him, it would be better to get it over with, kindly declining your mother's invitation for a home-cooked breakfast. You made your way back upstairs and threw on your uniform of a tank top, hat, and jean shorts before slowly walking towards the barn to begin your tasks for the day. Surprisingly Jean wasn’t in the barn when you arrived and instead were two new farmhands your dad recently hired from town. Teenage boys, looking for a little extra money on the side. This happened occasionally when the farm was under a little more stress than usual. You just tipped your hat to them and went on with your work as they did theirs. 

You were lugging bales of hay into a pile in the corner when you finally heard him arrive. The sound of his old pickup truck sputtering to a stop could be spotted from a million miles away. He stepped out and into the barn and surprisingly, he barely spoke to you all day. No sarcastic comments, no flirting, just a “Scuse me” every now and then when he’d accidentally bump into you.

It was nearing the end of the day which had gone at a surprisingly fast rate without being taunted by Jean. You were wrapping up your chores and started to say your goodbyes to the farm hands when he walked up to you. “Hey princess wanna come back and have a drink with me on my porch, we gotta lotta catching up to do. Wanna talk to you before you run off again.” He said in a more sincere, but slightly arrogant manner, a tone of mystery to his voice. You decided you’d have to talk to him at some point and after last night you’d have to get over your stupid little schoolgirl crush on him. You figured actually having a conversation would be good exposure therapy to get a head start on getting over him. 

So you followed in his large footsteps back to his rusty old truck he’s used to pick up countless girls and sat down in the front. He pulled out of the driveway of the stables and it was a quick 3-minute drive back to his house. The drive was quiet and the expression on Jean’s face was one you hadn’t seen in all your years of knowing him. It looked like there was a marble rolling around in his head. What was he thinking about? God, what you would do to find out. He stepped out of his old truck and swung open your door for you, what seemed like a sincerely nice action, very out of character for the Jean Kirstein you knew. You quietly followed him up the wooden stairs to a set of old dilapidated rocking chairs on his front porch. He motioned for you to take a seat, and he sat in the chair next to you. You both sat in silence as if he was waiting for you to say something. You braced yourself for whatever it was he wanted to talk about.

As you sat he flung open the screen door to his house and returned a minute later with a bottle of whiskey and two glasses. He poured two drinks and handed you one. He held his glass up and said, "Cheers." You clinked glasses and sipped your drink, still anxious about not knowing what was on his mind. He leaned back, drink in one hand and the other behind his head as he rocked back in his chair. Suddenly the realization of what was happening hit you, what do you even say to him Do you know I’ve liked you for 5 years? Why were you banging that trashy blonde girl last night? Did you see me touching myself for you? Your thoughts wandered everywhere except acceptable conversation topics. You opened your mouth to try to say something, but nothing came out. You simply stared at him, unable to process the situation and all the emotions running through you, eyes focused on his piercing amber gaze.

"Missed having you 'round here princess," he said nonchalantly as he rocked back in his chair, seemingly lightening the mood. He felt the tension too and wanted to make you more comfortable. You swallowed the lump in your throat and found your voice again. You managed a small smile and replied, "Missed being here I guess." You shrugged and looked up at the ceiling before swallowing a large sip of the whiskey, hoping it would give you a little liquid courage. "Big city girl now huh? Not used to being back on the farm." He chuckled and you could feel the tension dissipate slightly, yet still uncomfortable. The question had been stirring in your brain all day. Had he seen you? Is that what he wanted to talk about? He handed you the bottle and you both sat in a brief silence, watching the fire flicker in the lanterns lighting up the doorway. "I'm still me Jean, just been gone a while that's all…” you trailed off awkwardly “Still know my way around the farm." He smiled and you felt an overwhelming sense of relief wash over you. You smiled back, grateful for the reminder that you were still the same person underneath it all. "Seems like you forgot your manners, sweetheart." He chuckled as he stretched his arms over his head, revealing the little trail of hair hiding just above the hem of his jeans as you tried not to stare for too long. 

Taken aback, you tried to understand what he meant had you said something? “Well I don’t think I’m the one who’s been rude lately Jean, you barely looked at me all day. Might’ve said all of three words.” You said with furrowed brows, your voice trailed off sounding a little angrier than intended, accidentally letting your frustration out. “Oh yeah? And why do you think that is princess?” he said a small smirk forming on his face as he sipped his whiskey. “I dunno” you whispered under your breath as you looked down at the floor to avoid his intense glare, feeling your heart speed up. “Didn’t your daddy ever tell you it’s rude to look in people’s windows” and with that your heart stopped, your hands grew clammy and you couldn’t swallow the lump in your throat. 

He knew. Fuck. Of course, he knew. That’s what this is all about. “Jean I-” you started to say before he cut you off. “Don’t apologize, princess, you think I haven't seen you staring at me, hm? Watching me workin’ out in the sun probably getting all nice and wet for me.” “I’ve been watching you too sweetheart, walking around in those tight little shorts basically beggin’ me to fuck you right there.” He said nonchalantly as if he was just asking how your day was, sipping his drink.

Were you dreaming or did Jean Kirstein, your father's favorite employee, just say he wants to fuck you. You didn’t know how to respond so you simply stuttered out what came to your mind first “B-but that girl th- the blonde one-” you said shakily, not having looked up at Jean once since the conversation took this turn.

He stood up from his creaky chair until all you could see were his muddy boots next to yours. He grabbed your face gently with his tough, calloused fingers to make you look up at him “Wanted to put on a good show for ya. ‘Was thinking about your pretty little body under me the whole time. You know how cruel you are wearing those tiny ass tank tops, showing your tits off to all the farmhands? Know how many times I’ve thought about you wiggling under me, hm? I don't give a fuck about any girl I bring back, how could I when I'm thinking of you the whole time?"

With that, as you were about to respond Jean yanked you up to stand beneath him, smoothly catching your lips in a sloppy wet kiss. The taste of whiskey on his tongue made it all the more intoxicating, the way his hands roamed your body. You couldn’t help but moan into the kiss as his tongue explored your mouth, teeth lightly grabbing your bottom lip between them. 

Without saying anything Jean lead you into his house straight to his bedroom and sat you down on his creaky bed, towering over you. He removed your clothing painstakingly slowly as his lips ghosted your neck before taking in the view below him “Even more fuckin’ sexy than I imagined” You could see him growing hard against his jeans as you tugged at his waistband “N-need you Jean, need you so bad” was all you managed to whine out. As he removed his dirty work clothes before you your eyes wandered over his toned muscles, your mind roaming a million different places from his fingers inside you to his huge cock. 

You reached for his thick cock, pretty pink tip absolutely dripping with precum but he tsked “Uh uh baby, I’m here for you, alright? Now why don't you show me how you play with yourself for me, hm?” He whispered in your ear, chill bumps racing down your spine as a vibrant red blush crossed your face. The thought of touching yourself for Jean made you both extremely embarrassed and extremely turned on 

“C’mon princess you weren’t too shy last night now were you?” He said as his teeth lightly scraped the sweet spot on your neck making you let out a soft moan. You simply shook your head and leaned back against his pillows. You took your bottom lip in between your teeth and slowly lowered your dainty fingers down to your core, you could feel your pussy already dripping down your soft inner thighs as Jean’s gaze stayed locked on you. You began rubbing slow circles on your needy clit as you looked up at him “This what you do when you make yourself cum for me?” Jean asked, his signature cocky tone returning. You nodded and started to dip one of your small fingers into your aching pussy softly whining out “Jean..” “Yeah what do you think about baby, hm?” he said inquisitively, watching every movement of your hand on your messy pussy, making him harder than he thought possible. “Think about y-your hands and how they’d feel, s-so big and strong-” you whimpered out as you added a second finger to your sopping cunt. “Yeah just my fingers, princess?” He asked cockily, already knowing the answer but wanting to hear you say it. “N-no, think about your cock too a-and your mouth…” you trailed off, voice getting quieter as you felt a familiar knot begin to build in your stomach. 

“Mhm and what about my mouth?” The thought of you getting yourself off to him turned Jean on so much and he needed more, needed to know exactly what you thought about. “Y-your tongue, all over my pussy a-and sucking on my clit-” you were cut off as your orgasm ripped through you, overcoming you like waves crashing on a beach, eyes squinted shut. you were accustomed to making yourself cum fast due to your very little free time. 

Jean saw you unravel beneath him, mouth slightly agape as your juices pooled around your small fingers. As you pulled them out Jean replaced them with his rough thumb, rubbing lazy circles on your over-sensitive clit. You wined out and dug your fingers into his muscular back as he touched you “If you can’t take this baby, how are you gonna take my cock?” He chuckled as he squeezed one of his long slender fingers into your tight cunt. “So fucking wet for me…” he said pulling his fingers out and spreading them in front of you to showcase your wetness before sliding them into your mouth “Be a good girl and taste yourself for me m’kay?” He said eyes filled with lust as you sucked his long fingers deeper into your mouth, swirling your tongue around them as you tasted the tangy stickiness of your cum. 

“Such a good fuckin’ slut for me aren’t you?” He said as he removed his fingers, shoving them back into your pussy harshly making you gasp “Probably thought about this a million times huh, me having my fucking way with you. ‘M gonna fuck you like the slut you are, always teasin’ me when I’m at work” your pussy clenched at his words and he chuckled “yeah you like that don’t you? Like me calling you a fuckin’ slut” You nodded as he removed his fingers and moved your hands to your knees “Hold these pretty legs open for me while I eat this pussy okay baby?” He said in a commanding tone before using his ring and middle fingers to spread your pussy open for him “So fuckin pink and wet for me god, this is the prettiest fuckin pussy I’ve ever seen” he said before lowering his mouth onto your swollen clit, tongue doing figure eights all over your dripping pussy. You could feel his scruff against your skin as his hair tickled your soft thighs “Taste so sweet for me baby, said you want me to suck on your clit right?” He asked making direct eye contact with you as you nodded, he removed his mouth from your desperate pussy before saying “Good girls use their words, sweetheart" with a deviant smile “Y-yes Jean I w-want your tongue on my clit” you said, embarrassed at how he had you sprawled out in front of him, already willing to do whatever he wanted. “That’s a good girl” he smiled before attaching his mouth back on your sensitive pussy, sucking and lapping at you like he was never going to eat again. It felt so good you couldn’t control yourself as his skilled tongue ran over you, tears forming in your eyes, knees shaking as his name rolled off your tongue like a mantra.

Before you knew it you were cumming all over his face “Yeah there you go princess, give me all of it, want all of your fuckin’ cum” he said as his tongue continued to assault your swollen clit, riding out your orgasm until he was completely satisfied. You looked so fucked out beneath him and he hadn’t even given you his cock yet, but you needed it, you craved it. Needed the way you knew it would stretch out your tight walls. “Turn over for me baby,” he said placing a soft kiss on your cheek, wiping away a stray tear that has fallen on your flushed face as a result of your earth-shattering orgasm. You turned your body over onto your elbows, chest flat against the bed and round ass in the air as you heard Jean stroke his cock a few times. “Been thinking about fuckin’ this tight little pussy for so long baby” he said as he caressed the soft skin of your ass before pressing a harsh slap into the skin, seeing it turn red for him. “You want my cock, huh?” he asked cockily as he spanked you again. “P-please Jean I need your cock” you managed to whine out “I can tell baby, your pussy is just fucking dripping down your thighs onto my sheets, making such a fucking mess.” He chuckled as you moaned at his words, dragging his aching pink tip up and down your wet slit just to tease you. "P-please Jean, I need it-" you begged before he slapped his fat tip against your clit making you whimper. "You need it huh? Beg me, baby, beg for my cock." He smirked as you bucked your hips backward hoping to feel him enter you "Please Jean, please, fuck I need your cock so bad, wanna feel it stretch me out, please please please." You whined pathetically under him before he harshly thrust his painfully hard thick cock into your aching pussy, molding you around him. You screamed as he bottomed out in you immediately, making you take every inch “C’mon baby, weren't you just beggin' for this? Take it like the good little slut you are.” he said as his hips picked up their rhythm, snapping his long cock into your tight cunt, tight balls hitting your clit with every thrust making you go absolutely brain dead for him. You loved the way he stretched you out, his thick cock bullying his way into your tight pussy had you screaming for him so loud you were sure the neighbors could hear.

“So. Fucking. Tight.” He said punctuating each word with a thrust rougher than the last “Wish you could see this tight pussy creaming all over my cock” he said, eyes focused on the white ring forming at his base from both your cum and his. “Fuck, not gonna last long with you squeezing me like this princess,” he said, spanking your ass, making you moan into his sheets. “J-jean ‘m gonna..” “I know baby, I can feel that tight pussy squeezing ‘round me” he replied squeezing his eyes shut from the pleasure, going faster as his thrusts got sloppier. You came quickly at his increased speed, releasing your juices all over his cock. This turned him on more than he thought was possible 

“Fuck ‘m gonna stuff you with my cum okay? Gonne cum deep inside this pretty pussy” You didn’t reply as you were completely fucked out, soon he released deep inside you, balls tightening as he pumped every last drop of his hot sticky cum inside you. You could feel his warm seed paint the inside of your walls white so deep inside you. He fucked his cum deep inside you, riding out his orgasm before pulling out to watch it drip down your thighs. “So pretty for me,” he said turning you back over onto your back before placing a soft, romantic kiss on your lips. “You gotta stop wearing those little shorts ‘round here okay? Makes me fuckin’ sick seeing the other guys stare at you like that.” “Oh you jealous?” you giggled, feeling a happy warm feeling at the thought of Jean being possessive “Damn right I’m jealous. From now on I’m the only one that gets to see that ass okay?” He said as he pulled you closer onto his warm chest, wrapping his strong arm around you. You could smell the strong scent of his masculine cologne and closed your eyes next to him “Mhm” you nodded as you started to drift off to sleep. Jean didn’t usually let his hookups sleepover, he knew you would be more than that. 

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✧ jean kirstein as a first time dad ✧

his hands shook with the fear of being a terrible father, but his eyes told you he’d be an amazing one

jean kirstein who’d lay in you lap while your bump was still little just to be close to the most important things in his life

he looks forward to the day when they will be big enough to run to the door and greet him when he comes home from work

just imagine the father of your kids, jean kirstein, scooping up your baby after a long day and all the stress in his face just melts away

jean also dreads the day they will become too big. he has a fear that one day they won’t need him

secretly hopes for a girl to spoil and to love

will be in the kitchen making sunday breakfast for you and the kid. eggs, waffles, bacon, everything

when your water broke, he was white knuckled all the way to the hospital, barely taking his eyes off the road

he’ll kiss your forehead and wipe your tears. he’ll tell you to keep your eyes on him, that you can do this, that he’s right here, and that you’re almost there.

not long after you’re both home and settled in with the baby, he asks about another one. he would love a few mini you’s running around creating chaos.

found himself driving to gas stations for your 3 am cravings

jean kirstein who would listen so intensely during all your prenatal checkups, read the parenting books and hell, even consider going to a first time parent group. he’s so invested in you and this growing child, he can’t afford to fuck it up for a single second.

read my jean fic here xoxo

[thel0v3hashira143]

❝𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐆𝐑𝐎𝐖𝐍 𝐔𝐏!❞

⋆𐙚₊˚⊹♡ eren armin jean reiner n levi ☆ various aot men as dads!!

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⋆𐙚₊˚⊹♡ fem!reader (referred to as mom or mommy), black aligned reader but as per usual anyone can read

⋆𐙚₊˚⊹♡ notes: y'all thought i was playin when i said had 2 other pieces huh...well anyways heres my 2nd official revamp entry!! erm i hope u guys like it cause i lost like 3 hours of sleep over this. (its bhm you have to like it or else) stay hot!! 🎀🎀

eren yaeger 🌸

2 words. girl dad.

this man was born to have an army of girls surrounding him at all times (but he's not necessarily complaining in this case)

you two's daughter is a very passionate and outgoing child and eren totally embraces that

he's deeply involved in his child's life, sharing stories about the world and instilling a sense of curiosity (aka giving her bad ideas)

he was an outside and play in the mud kid so he is all for letting her have free range to express/play how she wants

and he's a sucker for your little girl so he usually gets roped into her shenanigans

when you come home and the house is quiet you know those two are up to something nefarious 😭😭

"eren, why the hell does my kitchen look a hot ass mess?"

"she wanted to make a cake, babe!"

i can see your daughter playing sports (soccer specifically) and he is 1000 the dad that yells at the ref.

"did you see that [name]!? that brat just pushed her over l, why didn't that bastard call it!?"

will get down and dirty for his girls. no matter what

emphasizes the importance of freedom, encouraging your to pursue her dreams no matter what.

actually the most supportive ever??

your daughter wants to play 10 different sports? he's buying all the equipment no matter the cost. she wants to be the next picasso? he'll buy her brand new art supplies and be her model.

just hes so just....*sigh*

armin arlert 🌸

my man, loml, my day 1, my soul mate my everything (he was my first anime crush i will be projecting on this one argue wit ur mama)

he is definitely a gentle parent to your little boy who's just a shy little dude

armin knows what it feels like to be that shy and quiet kid so he's very patient and understanding

him and your son are practically carbon copies of eachother minus his curly hair (which he got from you) but you think its adorable

speaking of hair HE TOTALLY LEARNS TO BRAID/DO TWIST

he knew taking care of your son's hair was going to require extra effort because of his texture but he doesnt care and learns anyway (sob sob)

him and your son are attached at the hip and wherever one goes you typically find the other.

they spend many quiet moments together and obviously armin reads him multiple stories before bed.

i can totally see y'alls son being an artist/artistically gifted

you can find him and armin sprawled out on the floor with paper and various art supplies as armin nods along to the nonsense coming out of your son's mouth

"mhmm, oh i see! i think that color looks great there too."

meanwhile you're in the corner just sobbing and dying of cuteness in your house

much like eren he teaches his son the values of curiosity and freedom, even if his son is a little more reserved

he wouldn't ever force him into doing anything he doesn't want to, but encourages him in the small things

i also fantasize about living by a beach with armin so ik he takes y'all to the beach at least 3 times a month.

every single time he goes he carries his son on his hip as the explore the beach in search of shells and other treasures to take home.

"you like this one buddy? why don't we give it to mommy as a nice present, yeah?"

i can't write too long or imma short circuit but i will be expanding on this because i love armin so much

he's so neat :]

jean kirstein 🌸

jean, as a dad, is like a mix of cornyness and seriousness

on the one hand i can totally see him making the stupidest dad jokes while you and your daughter are just like 🧍🏽‍♀️🧍🏽‍♀️

like the irl personification of "im not a regular mom, i'm a cool mom"

but on the other hand he's just like my dad where he can turn anything into a life lesson and you have to sit while he scolds your daughter for at least 30 minutes

it's all out of love tho

he thrives in a lighthearted atmosphere at home and spending time together is a huge thing for him

he is a bbq/camping dad and no i will not take criticism on this

jean takes pride in teaching life skills, from fixing things around the house to imparting practical wisdom (even though it isn't always wanted 💀)

your daughter will likely be well-prepared for the challenges of the world. he likes to think he's the reason she has a good head on her shoulders.

speaking of which, your daughter is very much sassy...(jean swears she gets if from you but we know the truth)

shes the first one to have something smart to say and its gotten her in trouble quite a few times with jean...but theyre besties.

balances tough love with genuine affection, cause he definitely mellowed out as he got older but knows when to put his foot down (unlike eren. what who said that??)

your daughter knows she can always count on him. ♡

reiner braun 🌸

AURGGYGHH I LOVE THIS MAN

anyways as soon as your son was born he only knew one word.

panic.

specifically timeskip!reiner. i can only imagine him as a worrier and a helicopter parent up until your son is like 6-7.

"rei, if you don't let that boy go play with the other kids!" "[name], i read that a slide has 82 times more germs than a kitchen sink. i won't let him be exposed to that."

it's just like *sigh* but thanks to you he eventually mellows out.

y'alls son is a really kind boy. like stupidly nice. damn near a pushover. (but we love him)

while you're ready to fight the other parents (or kids) who hurt your baby, reiner is actually more gentle in his approach

he's clearly a big strong guy but he's very gentle in his approach when it comes to seeing his son cry or just in general

reiner, as a dad, is the protector. he's vigilant and caring, instilling a strong sense of security in your home

your son feels safe knowing reiner is there to shield him from any harm.

seeing talk all soft to y'alls son makes you go sksmwkwmwka he's so man...

"hey, me and mom love you very much. you got that bud?"

balances strength with gentleness. offering a listening ear and encouraging open communication.

he wants his son to know he'll always be there for him since he never really had a father growing up

safe to say your son grows up feeling understood and supported by both parents ♡

levi ackerman 🌸

for sure the strictest dad on this list.

from the moment your daughter was born he had her on a schedule that was planned meticulously.

like hour by hour he knows what's going on and you're just there like🧍🏽‍♀️

"i read a consistent schedule helps with her brain development." "...."

as she gets older he calms down a little. but like only the smallest little bit.

however! levi, although strict, is a fiercely devoted dad

this just came to me but he's the dad where if you our your daughter syas you like a snack one time he'll buy a lifetime supply until you tell him otherwise

despite his stoic exterior, Levi has a soft spot for his child's well-being and takes pride in their achievements, no matter how small

your daughter is a dancer. fight me.

even if you can't make it, you see him in the audience at every recital with a soft smile.

"you did great. yes, i recorded all of it for mom to see too."

ngl he is very rule oriented but 9/10 he bends begrudgingly for your daughter (she looks like you, so he can never say no.)

he values discipline and order but also knows the importance of showing love and appreciation.

like reiner he didn't grow up with the best father figure (if one at all) or anyone to really give him confidence growing up.

your daughter never doubts that daddy loves her and thinks she's the best ♡

he also is so skilled at doing hair?? probably better than armin.

ponytail, bun, twist, braids, you name it, he can do it. (has put you shame on multiple occasions)

teaches self-reliance and responsibility, ensuring his child is well-prepared for life's challenges.

expects excellence but also provides unwavering support

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⋆𐙚₊˚⊹♡ 2nd piece done!! why was i fighting for my life during jean and reiner's....but i actually really wanna expand on dad!armin and dad!levi so maybe i'll give all the kids names sometime in the future. i tried to finish this is my ap chem class and my teacher almost took my phone 💀💀 but expect more soon cause i am on a roll! 🏃🏽‍♀️💨

𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐚𝐲 ♡

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𝙧𝙚𝙗𝙡𝙤𝙜 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚!

𝙘𝙤𝙥𝙮𝙧𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙡0𝙫3𝙝𝙖𝙨𝙝𝙞𝙧𝙖143 2024

[enretrogue]

𝗝𝗨𝗟𝗬 𝟮𝟬𝟮𝟰 𝗙𝗜𝗖 𝗥𝗘𝗖𝗦 𝗣𝗔𝗥𝗧 𝟭

༝༚༝༚ = Black/POC Works ⎢ 24’ Fic Rec M.List

a/n: to all of my formula 1 authors, your work has gotten me through this summer semester and i thank you 🫡. what started as a curiosity, grew into a love for a sport i didn't know existed until a month ago and i love you all. (also i apologize for spamming y'all, pls don't block me 🙏🏽🩷)

ATTACK ON TITAN:

Multi-Character

You Went Out Looking a Lil Bit Too Good — @morgluvsconnie ༝༚༝༚

Singing “I’d Rather Fuck on My Ex Again” and Posting it on Your Story — @loveforeren ༝༚༝༚

“But I didn’t shave” So what? — @tasiawrites ༝༚༝༚

“She’s busy”— @luvacookie ༝༚༝༚

Armin Arlert

Toxic!Armin⎢More Toxic!Armin⎢— @chrollohearttags ༝༚༝༚

The Baby Trapper — ^ ༝༚༝༚

Ms. Attitude — @pynkfairyheart ༝༚༝༚

Fatal Attraction — @luminiamore ༝༚༝༚

Stress Relief — @prettygirl222 ༝༚༝༚

Connie Springer

Messages w/ Connie as Your BF! — @morgluvsconnie ༝༚༝༚

Bound⎢ Ch.1⎢ Ch.2⎢ Ch.3⎢ Ch.4⎢ Ch.5⎢ Ch.6⎢ Ch.7⎢ Ch.8⎢ Ch.9⎢ Ch.10⎢ Ch.11 — ^ ༝༚༝༚

Positive — ^ ༝༚༝༚

Sundress SZN — @alanaaii ༝༚༝༚

Cookies ‘n Cream — ^ ༝༚༝༚

Touch Me, Tease Me, Feel Me Up — @loveforeren ༝༚༝༚

24 Hours, Someone There When She Need — @2neaky ༝༚༝༚

Eren Jaeger

Plug!Eren Being Such a Pornographic Whore — @merakidoll ༝༚༝༚

Rockstar Boyfriends!Eren + Geto — ^ ༝༚༝༚

#FREEHIM — @bladebarbie ༝༚༝༚

SUCKER — @luminiamore ༝༚༝༚

Driftin’ and Kissin’ — @st4rbwrry ༝༚༝༚

Eren Loves Thunderstorms — @bunnisari ༝༚༝༚

 Think She Grippin’ on My Dick but That’s My Gun Baby — @gloxk ༝༚༝༚

Spoil You — @backwzzds ༝༚༝༚

Telling Possessive!Eren You Need a Break — @roseloon ༝༚༝༚

Maybe Opposites Do Attract — @wintrrxxo ༝༚༝༚

Under the Influence — @chrollohearttags ༝༚༝༚

Why You Touchin’ Me — @monstas1ut ༝༚༝༚

Wax — @prettygirl222 ༝༚༝༚

Jean Kirstein

Size Kink — @co-psycho

Stalker!Jean HCs — ^

Parenting HCs — @ye4gerism ༝༚༝༚

Mikasa Ackerman

CHARM’D — @chrollohearttags ༝༚༝༚

Onyankopon

SOUL⎢Part 2 — @luminiamore ༝༚༝༚

TRIP — ^ ༝༚༝༚

Ony Fingering You — @hanwiore ༝༚༝༚

Sexy Hot Nasty Smut — ^ ༝༚༝༚

“Let’s Talk In Person” — @dilfl0v3rss ༝༚༝༚

Mutuals⎢ Part 2 — @anucalor ༝༚༝༚

On the Run — @xiamentshoneypot ༝༚༝༚

Don’t You Know I Love You — @wintrrxxo ༝༚༝༚

I’ll Miss You — @awill2live ༝༚༝༚

Accusations and Apologies — @pynkfairyheart ༝༚༝༚

What Goes Around Comes Around — ^ ༝༚༝༚

Prettiest Thing⎢Part 2 — @pwinkprincess ༝༚༝༚

Imagine Onyankopon as Your Boyfriend — @shaguro ༝༚༝༚

Missing Curfew — @klipkillakai ༝༚༝༚

Dad!Ony Blurb — @morgluvsconnie ༝༚༝༚

Any Means Necessary⎢ Part 1⎢ Part 2⎢ Part 3 — @cupidzboww ༝༚༝༚

BLEACH:

Kenpachi Zaraki

Make Me Feel Love — @actuallusaiyan

DC:

Multi-Character

Size Kinks [Bruce + Jason (SEPARATE)]— @arkhamslvts ༝༚༝༚

Batmom

Thunderstorm — @teddypines ༝༚༝༚

Batsis

Roy Asking Batfam Members for Their Blessings to Marry Batsis [+ Roy Harper]— @c-nstantine ༝༚༝༚

Bruce Wayne/Batman

PR Relationship — @c-nstantine ༝༚༝༚

Vampire King!Bruce Wayne — ^ ༝༚༝༚

Jealous!Bruce — ^ ༝༚༝༚

Bruce Being Lovestruck — ^ ༝༚༝༚

ONE CHICAGO:

Jay Halstead

Echoes of Redemption — @berberriescorner ༝༚༝༚

Jay Dating a Younger Woman — @cutielando

Upstead Foster Daughter⎢Chapter 3 — @uptondixon

Kevin Atwater

If I Took You Home⎢Part 2 — @megamindsecretlair ༝༚༝༚

PEAKY BLINDERS:

Thomas Shelby

Scary? My God You’re Divine — @kat-mobile

Tommy With a Wife Who’s His Complete Opposite — ^

Chance Meetings — @myers-meadow

No Negotiations — @fallatyourfeet

A New Day — @garrison-girl-08

Moved On — @storiesforallfandoms

[spiteless-xo]

hi tiff!! do you have any hcs for eren and jean as a dad/husband? 🙊

🥺 what a cute, sweet question -- of course i do!

this is mostly about them being dads and less about being husbands lol sorry

╰┈➤ as a dad - aot.

ft. eren, jean. cw. explicit language, reference to sex, fem!reader.

⋙ eren jaeger.

eren fully believes that you're going to have a boy, like to the point that he fights you over painting the baby's room blue, but the second he sees your little girl he completely melts.

he's read every book about "how to raise a child" and has them highlighted and annotated next to his bed. goes to them immediately for guidance whenever your daughter hits any sort of milestone.

he plays with her all day, every day. literally, he jumps out of bed to go bug her because he's so excited to spend time with his little girl 🥺 he'll let her do his hair, paint his nails, and even have little tea parties together.

he's literally putty in her hands. whatever she wants, he gives her. the two of them have to hide away from you when you say no, because the second she pouts up at him, he's crumbling and buying her that candy bar.

makes you be the bad guy because he can't bare the thought of making her upset. literally has to go into another room when she starts crying after being punished because he'll just cave and give her whatever she wants.

your daughter grows up spoiled as fuck but also has impossible dating standards thanks to the expectations eren's set for her.

ever since the beginning, eren's always done the most to help you out around the house. he's not the stereotypical "come home from work and sit on the couch"-dad, he's the "comes home and makes dinner, helps his daughter with her homework, spends the evening watching movies with the family and kissing you and squeezing you on the couch until your kid yells at you to stop"-dad

even after all this time he's still so crazy in love with you and shows you every time the two of you are together. he's always playfully grabbing your ass and making out with you in the kitchen or whistling at you when you come downstairs after getting dressed up. your daughter claims that she hates it -- says that it's gross -- but she still smiles and gushes about how in love her parents are to her friends.

even when she gets older, she's still a daddy's girl and will call him for help or send him memes or teach him about tiktok 💀

⋙ jean kirstein.

jean wants a literal litter of kids, like three minimum. and no gender preference. like you guys just have a designated baby room in the house on the off-chance that he convinces you to let him knock you up again (and he's very persuasive).

he's very nervous with your firstborn but after that he throws all caution to the wind. he figures the first kid turned out alright, so the others should be fine too.

very rough with them!! even the girls!!! he'll throw them up in the air, swing them around by the arms, or tuck them under his arms and run around like he's carrying a football. you're constantly screaming at him to be careful and slow down but he rarely listens.

loves doing big excursions with the family. whether that's a big trip to Disneyland or a day at the waterpark or whatever, he's always got something planned for the weekend that involves strapping all the squirming, upset kidlets into the car and driving for a few hours.

he's always the bad guy. like to the point where if someone does something wrong, all you have to do is say "what dad going to say when he finds out about this?" and they're crying and begging for forgiveness. he's mastered the stern, "i'm not mad, just disappointed in you"-stare that really tears at all of the kids heartstrings.

i feel like he's really into gentle parenting but there was maybe an incident when one of the kids was a toddler that was potentially very dangerous that had him yelling at a child for the first time in his life (immediately burst into tears once he realized everything was ok and was shaking so bad that you had to hold him 🥺)

jean is also insufferably in love with you but he's really weird about having sex when the kids are around. so the two of you end up going on a lot of late-night drives or date nights at hotel rooms so he can fuck another baby into you show you how much he loves you

he wants your house to be the house that all the kids go to hang out and is always so excited to meet their friends and be involved in their lives as much as possible. he knows all of your kids' friends by name, knows who they're dating, who they hate, etc., etc. i feel like jean is someone that is so easy to be around that some of your kids' friends will go to him for advice

when the kids get older, he loves it. loves being able to talk to them like adults, helping them navigate adulthood, and see them grow up and succeed. definitely cries during each and every child's graduation and whispers in your ear as he's clapping, "we raised a good one." (and yes, he says that every time)

[lemmetreatya]

💜 MASTERLIST 💜

💙 - Request

❤️‍🔥 - Contains Smut/Mature

💞 PAST EVENTS 💞

Val’s “Got Dat Love Inem” Valentine’s Event

JJK

job!character masterlist ❤️‍🔥

teasing during sex (gojo, geto, sukuna, toji, nanami) ❤️‍🔥

Gojo Satoru

Party Pooper (Gojo x fem reader)

Office Shambolics (Gojo x Geto x fem reader)

Expensive Gifts (Gojo x fem reader) 💙

JJK Men Turn Ons and Offs 💙

Geto Suguru

Office Shambolics (Gojo x Geto x fem reader)

JJK Men Turn Ons and Offs 💙

Toji Fushiguro

home and away (coworker!toji x fem!reader) ❤️‍🔥

JJK Men Turn Ons and Offs 💙

Nanami Kento

JJK Men Turn Ons and Offs 💙

AOT

job!character masterlist ❤️‍🔥

Eren Jaeger

Gentleman’s Kryptonite (Eren x fem reader)❤️‍🔥

Eren’s Insta spam (Eren x black!fem reader)

pt. 1

pt. 2

pt. 3 💙

Deliveryman!eren x reader

In Memory of Me (Eren x fem!reader) 💙❤️‍🔥

Headcanons:

Using your products 💙

Reiner Braun

Play Housewife for A Bit (Old money!Reiner x fem reader)

PURE/HONEY (Reiner x fem reader) ❤️‍🔥

The Guy at The Till (Reiner x fem reader)

Part 1 ❤️‍🔥

Part 2 ❤️‍🔥

Band drummer!Reiner x fem reader

Reiner’s Insta spam (Reiner x black!fem reader)

Husband!Reiner x fem black!reader

The Landlord’s Son (Christmas special: Tumblr Exclusive) ❤️‍🔥

Home for New Years — Husband!Reiner x fem!reader ❤️‍🔥

KU LO SA — Reiner x reader

It’s Everyone’s Game — Southern!Reiner x Fem!reader 💙

farmer!Reiner x fem!reader 💙❤️‍🔥

Headcanons:

Waking up next to him

Dom!reiner in bed ❤️‍🔥

Sub!reiner in bed ❤️‍🔥

AOT men Facials pt. 1 ❤️‍🔥

Teacher!Reiner x reader

Jean Kirstein

AOT men Facials pt. 1 ❤️‍🔥

Levi Ackerman

AOT men Facials pt. 1 ❤️‍🔥

Onyankopon

AOT men Facials pt. 1 ❤️‍🔥

For a Time Such as This — Onyankopon x fem!reader ❤️‍🔥

What’s Mine is Mine — Onyankopon x fem!reader ❤️‍🔥

Postcard for the Road — Onyankopon x fem!Reader 💙

In Words I struggle to Express — Bassist!Onyankopon x Singer!fem Reader

No Self-Control — Pilot!Onyankopon x Air Hostess fem!Reader ❤️‍🔥

Triple N — Onyankopon x Fem!Reader 💙❤️‍🔥

We Really Shouldn’t…But — Onyankopon x fem!Reader ❤️‍🔥

Feet kink — Onyankopon x fem!Reader 💙❤️‍🔥

Nerd!Onyankopon x fem!reader 💙❤️‍🔥

Nerd!Onyankopon x fem!reader PT 2 💙❤️‍🔥

dilf!Onyankopon x fem!reader 💙

Zeke Jaeger

Rent-A-Boyfriend — Zeke x fem!reader

It Was An Accident!!! — Zeke x Eren x Jean x fem!Reader ❤️‍🔥

JJBA

job!character masterlist ❤️‍🔥

Jotaro Kujo

The Girl Who Works at The Diner (Jotaro x fem reader) 💙

Jotaro x Goth!fem reader 💙

soft!jotaro x accidental pregnancy!fem reader

single!father jotaro x fem reader

6789998212 (jotaro x black!fem reader) 💙❤️‍🔥

ARSENIC (jotaro x black!fem reader) 💙❤️‍🔥

My Protector (jotaro x reader) 💙

New Years and A Hint of Blue Magic - Jotaro x black!fem reader 💙

New Muse (Jotaro x black!fem reader) 💙

Size kink + bulging prompt (jotaro x fem!reader) 💙❤️‍🔥

When Life Gives you Pastries (single dad!Jotaro x baker!reader) 💙

Fear is for the (supposed) weak! (jotaro x reader) 💙

Stay (so i have you with me) — fwb!jotaro x black fem!reader 💙❤️‍🔥

Headcanons:

Mornings with jotaro (christmas edition)

Jean Pierre Polnareff

Everything, Everything for You My Dear (Polnareff x gn reader) 💙

Josuke Higashikata (Part 4)

Ready Player One (josuke x black!fem reader) 💙

Giorno Giovanna

Never Would Have Thought (giorno x black!fem reader) 💙

New Dawnings (giorno x black!fem reader) 💙

Leone Abbacchio

Abbacchio x Goth!fem reader 💙

Team Bucciarati

Honey (Team Bucciarati x reader) 💙

MHA

job!character masterlist ❤️‍🔥

Keigo Takami

Just Say It — Hawks x fem!reader ❤️‍🔥

Daddy’s Home — BD!Hawks x fem!reader

MARVEL

Miguel O’Hara

Maybe it’s Foreboding (Or Not) — Miguel x fem!reader

Change and Her Consorts — Miguel x fem!Reader ❤️‍🔥

[plutoccult]

AOT MASTERLIST!

SERIES:

nothing here yet!

ONE SHOTS / DRABBLES:

THREE LITTLE WORDS

pairing: jean kirstein x female reader

description: a love confession from jean shakes up your restless night as the two of you are unable to fall asleep.

word count: 2.6k

LET THE LIGHT IN

pairing: jean kirstein x female reader

description: the aftermath of the moment you and jean shared the night before had proven to be more awkward than you wanted it to be, but now you were determined to say how you feel this time around. if only jean would stop avoiding you like the plague, then it would be a whole lot easier for you.

word count: 3.6k

MY LOVE MINE ALL MINE

pairing: jean kirstein x female reader

description: a few years after the successful peace negotiations, you and jean celebrate his first birthday with your new baby boy, but jean can’t help but look back on what it took to get to this day after dreaming of it as much as he could hope to live without breathing.

word count: 1.2k

THE WAY THINGS GO

pairing: jean kirstein x female reader

description: when your best friend jean finally got the girl of his dreams, your friendship soon faded into oblivion. as you reflect on what could’ve been, you figured it’s just the way things go.

word count: 2.1k

OUT OF THE WOODS

pairing: levi ackerman x gender neutral reader

description: you were notorious for following levi’s every order without hesitation. it was practically unbearable for him, but the one time you disobey him is when he is eternally grateful.

word count: 2.8k

ALWAYS THE ARTIST, NEVER THE MUSE

pairing: eren yeager x gender neutral reader

description: you know you shouldn’t have let yourself fall for eren, but you did anyway, and it only left you with nothing but hurt when you knew his heart belonged to another. after months of torture, you finally have the strength to let go, granting you the happiness you so desperately needed back in your life.

word count: 1.7k

NEW YEAR’S DAY

pairing: reiner braun x female reader

description: new year’s was always about saying goodbye. you knew plenty about goodbye’s, but your perspective would soon change after one fateful new year’s with your ex, reiner.

word count: 4.8k

INVISIBLE STRING

pairing: armin arlert x female reader

description: isn’t it just so pretty to think all along some invisible string was tying you to the cutie who lived in the apartment building across from yours?

word count: 3.6k

HEADCANONS:

BRINGING THEM TO THANKSGIVING (PART ONE)

characters: eren yeager, armin arlert, jean kirstein, connie springer, and mikasa ackerman

description: headcanons on taking your favorite aot characters home to your family for thanksgiving.

BRINGING THEM TO THANKSGIVING (PART TWO)

characters: reiner braun, bertholdt hoover, levi ackerman, erwin smith, and hange zoe (gender neutral pronouns for hange!)

description: headcanons on taking your favorite aot characters home to your family for thanksgiving.

POST!WAR REINER BECOMES A DAD

pairing: reiner braun x female reader

description: super cute headcanons depicting reiner becoming a father for the first time.

NEXT-DOOR NEIGHBOR LEVI

pairing: levi ackerman x gender neutral reader

description: modern au headcanons of levi as your next-door neighbor.

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[medowlarken]

more 104th headcanons, but this time it’s all about relationships baby:

jean’s dad often left town for work, so it was just him and his mom most of the time. their relationship is distant but good

historia is one of those cottage core girlies who can make jewelry out of flowers and shit. she’d make matching clover rings for her and ymir

connie and sasha dated for about 2 weeks before being like nahhh lmaooo

literally everyone had a crush on reiner at some point

despite herself, annie enjoyed spending time with mina and they would do chores together a lot. her death was one of the very few she mourned

jean, marco, and thomas’ moms became close after trost. they get brunch together twice a week

mikasa pretends not to notice jean’s crush hoping he’ll eventually move on. not bc she dislikes him but bc she thinks he’s a good person who deserves better

jean kirstein: woman respecter 

marco inadvertently lead on like half the girls in their class bc they thought he was flirting with them. poor guy was just very polite and homosexual

sasha’s village was much more socially conservative than most other places. so when she sees pda for the first time she’s like >:o is that allowed?? 

eren and armin’s relationship turned romantic soon after joining the corps. mikasa caught them smooching in a supply closet and stood guard outside until they were done 

asexual mikasa!!!!! she just wants to love and be loved in return :/

bertolt liking both annie and reiner and nearly giving himself an aneurism over it

floch will call someone gay as an insult then daydream about other men

meanwhile connie lets slip that he and jean practice kissed bc he wants the ladies to know he has experience

(these are fun so ill probably do more! maybe a nsfw one if the mood takes me)

[brave-and-gentle]

Girl dad!Jean Kirstein - Happy Birthday Edition

In celebration of our man's birthday!

Pairings: Jean x afab! reader

Summary: Modern AU - You find out that you and Jean are unexpectedly going to be parents, and the baby is due on Jean's birthday.

Warnings: None, this is a continuation of super wholesome girl dad Jean

EB's Notes: I wish I could've fully fleshed this out, but alas, I'm working on two fics so a bulleted list is the best I can give rn <3 also I don't know what it's like to be pregnant or give birth so?? I did my best?? Plz enjoy and celebrate our Jean boy!

It's September when you find out that you're pregnant. One missed period isn't a big deal, but two? That plus how your stomach swirls every morning. You can't keep anything down until mid-afternoon. You silently blame the Fourth of July rager Eren threw every year. You and Jean had never been the patriotic type, but you two enjoyed the party (maybe a little too much thanks to Connie handing you drinks all night) and got a little careless after the night's festivities.

One night when Jean comes home from work, you decide to tell him. “Um, Jean?” Lacking words, you hold out the pregnancy test. Your hands shake. You had talked about having kids together, but it was always some distant future, certainly not now. He takes the stick and stares at it for what seems like forever. You wonder if you have to explain to him that it's a pregnancy test – is he really that dense? But then he looks up, hazel eyes glowing in the sunset streaking through the windows, and wraps you in his arms. “It's going to be okay, no matter what we do,” he whispers and kisses the top of your head. “I know it's not great timing and I'm not sure I'll ever really feel ready,” you begin, voice trembling, “but I think I want this. A baby. With you.” Jean leans down to press his forehead to yours. “Then I think we're going to have an adventure,” he grins.

Jean is overjoyed when you two find out that the baby is due in early April. “Do you think they'll be born on my birthday?” He asks, excitement rippling through his six-foot-two frame as he stares at the sonogram. You roll your eyes. “I didn't realize you could tolerate sharing a birthday with anyone.” Jean made a big deal about his birthday every year – mostly because he wanted to see what you would come up with for him. “Anything for our little one,” he affirms and caresses your slight bump.

Jean is the perfect partner to have a baby with – almost too perfect. It's almost irritating how much he dotes on you, but you remind yourself that he's doting on the baby too - “Baby K” or “little one,” he calls them interchangeably. He supplies you with all kinds of ginger snacks for morning sickness, researches all the baby stuff you'll need, asks a million questions at every appointment, gives you a massage every night, and takes over the majority of the household chores. Connie and Sasha tease that they never see him anymore because he's “whipped for two.”

You start to feel contractions on the evening of April 6th. Frantic, Jean calls the doctor, who says to wait until they're closer together. Neither of you fall asleep that night – you simply lie in bed, counting the minutes between contractions together. In the wee hours of April 7th, you decide it's time. Jean carries you to the car, packs the hospital bag, and hyperventilates all the way there. “For god's sake Jean, we're not even there yet!”

For all his hyperventilating in the car, Jean manages to calm down once your contractions and labor pains ramp up. It's pain unlike anything you've ever experienced – like someone is twisting all your organs together and rearranging them. All modesty is out the window. With so much sweat sliding down your body, you throw off the hospital gown and are stark naked in front of Jean and the nurses. Jean holds you hand the entire time and rubs your sweat-slicked back as you contort yourself into any position that will get the baby out as fast as possible. “C'mon baby, you're doing great! Almost there, almost there!” He encourages with confidence, but his face is as pale as the hospital bed sheets. You know Jean well enough to know that on the inside, he's border line having a panic attack.

You let out one final scream, one final push, and ear-piercing cries fill the room. “You have a baby girl!” The nurse announces and places your daughter on your chest. She's covered in all kinds of fluid and is screaming so loud your ears ache, but you don't care. You cradle her in awe that she's this little combination of you and Jean that will someday grow into her own. Jean pulls closer and wraps his arm around you and places his hand on your daughter's back. His entire hand is almost bigger than her. “She's so small,” he whispers. His earthy hazel eyes begin misting.

When Jean holds his daughter for the first time, his misty eyes give way to a rainstorm. “I can't believe we have a daughter – we made an entire human,” he blubbers and snuggles her close. “Don't forget who did most of the work,” you groan and roll over on your side to watch the two loves of your life. Jean lowers your daughter from his chest to gaze down at her. His eyes light up. “Hey babe, look, I think she's got my face!” You laugh because sure enough, she does have a longer face than most babies you've seen.

When the nurse takes your daughter to get cleaned up, Jean nibbles your ear. Heat flushes your face. “So when do you think we can -” You bat him away. “Don't even think about, Kirstein.” “C'mon babe, I'm starved!” He pleads. “NO. You don't even want to see my pussy right now, it's wrecked.” Jean crosses his arms. “I'll have you know that I saw everything, probably more than you did, and I still want your pussy. But alright alright, maybe in a month or so. Maybe we could make another one. . .” He trails off and grins. You widen your eyes. “If she's got your attitude? We stop with her,” you counter. “But,” Jean says, “if she's like you? We should have three more.” You groan and throw a pillow at him.

A few hours later, Connie, Sasha, and Marco come parading in with chocolate cupcakes. “When I asked Nicolo to make cupcakes for your birthday, I didn't realize there would be two birthdays,” Sasha laughs and hands a cupcake to Jean, who wolfs it down in one hand while cradling your daughter in the other. “More importantly,” Marco says and hands you a cupcake, “congratulations. I'm glad everything went well.” You grin and take the cupcake. “Thanks Marco.” Jean grabs another cupcake and holds it in the air. “To you,” he says your name, “for giving me the best birthday present I could've ever asked for.” Tears shimmer in his eyes again. Your heart blossoms at the sight of your best friends all here for you. “Who knew Jean boy was such a cry baby,” Connie mutters and munches on his cupcake. “Ouch!” He cries as Sasha hits him on the head. “Happy birthday Jean,” you laugh and roll your eyes because you know for the rest of your life, he's going to be insufferable about how great it is to share a birthday with his daughter. “You're never getting one like this again.”

[erwinsvow]

𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐛𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐞 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞

summary: your summer job babysitting for the kirstein's takes a turn.

warnings: dilf!jean x babysitter!reader, adultery/infidelity, age gap, rough sex, wrists being tied up, panties used as a gag, oral sex (f receiving), fingering, creampie

author's note: this is literally the most fun i've had writing a fic and i hope everyone likes it <3 <- is what i wrote the first time i posted this! unfortunately it gotten taken down so here's a repost <3 tagging @dilfphobes and @thegetoufather since discord is down </3

It was almost obscene, really, how wealthy Mr. Kirstein was.

The kind of rich, successful adult you had only ever seen represented in television shows and shitty movies, where some poor small-town girl falls in love with a handsome millionaire who has no qualms about paying for everything. It was sickening, really, that the girls in the films were so dependent on this guy, not even retaining any dignity before they just handed over their life to him.

You weren’t like that, though. When you had heard from your friend, the one that babysat in the summer for a slew of wealthy families, that one of their rich friends was looking for a summer-long sitter, you had wondered how bad it could really be.

You knew the families would pay well, on account of their kids being spoiled brats most of the time, and what’s giving up one summer in order to stockpile your savings account?

Yeah, the parents were probably assholes who couldn’t be bothered to spend five minutes with their child, and yeah, your life would be a noisy, sticky hell for three hot months that could be better spent at the beach.

But then you thought about how good it would feel to not search for an on-campus job in September, how you’d be able to focus on your studies and maybe even splurge a little, or finally invest in that tablet you wanted so badly.

Before you know it, you’re writing down the Kirstein family’s number and dialing it when you get back home. It rings twice, before the butler picks up (geez, how rich are these people?) and puts you on hold for a moment. Your heart’s pounding a little, which you dismiss as anxiety about talking to a stranger, but it’s almost a premonition.

When a deep, handsome voice (can a voice be handsome? you wonder) comes through on the line, you nearly jump from your seat. For some reason, you had been expecting Mrs. Kirstein to pick up.

“Hi, this is Jean, how can I help you?” the voice asks, and you’re at a loss for words for moments before it registers that you have to say something back.

“Uh, h-hi, this is, um, it’s Pieck’s friend, she told me you needed a babysitter, and I-I wanted to call about that.” Jesus.

If this were you on the other line, you would have hung up the call already. What kind of a babysitter can’t even talk on the phone? Mr. Kirstein’s deep, rumbly laugh on the other line jolts you away from your thoughts.

“Well, hi there. That was fast, I thought it’d take forever to find someone.”

You don’t know what he looks like, and you hadn’t thought to ask Pieck about it despite how the Arlerts and the Yeagers, the other two families Pieck babysat for, had incredibly handsome dads that would make babysitting all the more difficult.

“Oh, well, she just told me- and I thought it would be better to call right away, but, uh, I have lots of experience. W-with babysitting,” you clarify quickly, positive you’re sounding like an idiot now.

“Well that’s good to know. Can I ask you something, how come you’re not working for the other families this summer, the ones that gave you all that experience?” On your end, you blink rapidly, and on Jean’s end, he’s smiling.

“Well, they moved away last year, I-I watched them for a few years, on and off. They were in the same neighborhood as you, I think, the Brauns.”

“Oh yeah. Well, I guess their loss is my gain. Can you come over tomorrow, so we can work out some of the details?”

And that’s how this whole thing started. You hadn’t thought a simple summer babysitting job could really be anything noteworthy, but Mr. Kirstein was quick to prove you wrong.

You had been correct in your guess that he was handsome—almost devastatingly so, with pretty, light brown eyes and matching hair that fell onto his face in a way that made him seem like he was your age, and not a decade and a half older.

But it wasn’t just his youthful handsomeness, or his muscles that were seemingly always on display in the tight-fitting polos he wore, but just something else about him. It was a combination of a bunch of things, like his laughter and the way he put you at ease rather than alert whenever he came into the room.

The same could not be said about his wife, however. You’d like to think she was a bad person, but you couldn’t really tell since you’d only interacted with her once or twice since you were hired. You could easily label her as a bad mother, though, since she only bothered to check in on you and her two children—five year old Marcella and toddler Constance, who went by Connie—once or twice a day, sometimes less.

It wouldn’t be concerning to you if she was working a job, preoccupied at the office on or calls all day like Mr. Kirstein was in his study upstairs, but she wasn’t. She was the epitome of the silly movies you disliked, preferring to spend all her time at spin class and out with friends, spending her husband’s money freely rather than with spending time with her own kids.

And you thought maybe her lack of interaction had something to do with the kids, maybe they were the spoiled brats you’d imagined them to be, hellish creatures walking around making every day a living nightmare, or something. But they weren’t.

Marcy and Connie were perfectly fine, perfectly normal kids. Connie was close to a menace sometimes, but it had less to do with her personality and more to do with the age she was at, and her behavior was perfectly justifiable. She was just a hyper, energetic kid who liked to run around and play games and keep every moment occupied.

Her sister was quite the opposite, a quiet, shy girl who liked to hide behind her father’s legs when you had been introduced to her for the first time, shortly after your interview. When he wasn’t around, she liked to stay close to the maids, who you figured were some sort of substitute care-takers for her, but it didn’t take long at all for her to warm up to you. You encouraged her affection slowly, and by the time May was over and June had begun, she was at your side like glue, talking about her favorite books and toys and the events of the day excitedly.

So it was just strange, really, why this picture-perfect family had such a detached mother. You had to remind yourself that it wasn’t your job to pry, or try to figure anything out, just to watch the kids during the day, clean up after them now and then and make their lunches, despite how much the maid insisted you didn’t have to.

It was kind of nice, though, playing house like this. It came to you easier than you’d like to admit, with the way you reflexively knew how to get the girls to stop fighting, what time to take them outside and keep them occupied with ice cream while Mr. Kirstein had an important call, all of it.

You certainly recognized how easy, how natural it became to bring lunch to Mr. Kirstein in his study, twelve-thirty on the dot, while Connie was napping and Marcy was watching her show in the playroom.

Twelve-thirty was your favorite time of the day, because you knew he had just gotten off a call minutes before, and he’d be rubbing his temples and stretching his tense shoulders and loosening his tie, thinking about how he was getting hungry and waiting for your arrival—and there you were.

You, in denim cut-offs or simple linen shorts, long enough that no one would doubt your choices on a hot summer day, but just a breath too short to be considered modest. It was the same way with your shirts and dresses, acceptable because of the weather but bending over just a little too much would cause your breasts or ass to come into full view.

And as fun as teasing Mr. Kirstein was, you knew he was at his limit somewhere around July. The weather was hotter, almost unbearably so, and as a result your clothing choices were getting more and more revealing, tops that clung to your skin inappropriately, shorts and skirts that rode up. It was getting harder and harder not to stare when he came down to greet you at breakfast, getting harder not to touch when you’d come by with his lunch, just like a good little wife would.

If Jean had to pick a specific moment though, when he’d had just about enough, it was the hour after his call had ended with someone important. One of those calls where you’d take the girls outside and eat ice cream to avoid any noise in the house interrupting him, something else he was grateful to you for.

It was then that his kids were sleeping off their sugar rush, that the maid had left to go pick up the groceries, that his wife had checked into the salon for the day.

That was when you’d shed off your sandals and grabbed a popsicle—cherry, your favorite—and made your way to the pool deck after checking that the girls were sound asleep. You were sitting by the cool water, feet submerged and kicking around, making small splashing noises as you worked on finishing the icy treat.

And Jean’s been thinking about it long enough, practically every day since the one after that shy, stuttering phone call with you, when he saw you in person and was just as surprised at your beauty as you’d been with his.

He’s certainly been waiting long enough too, despite how difficult it’s been to keep up with your incessant teasing and the lovely way you are with his kids, the way you almost know more about them than their own mother does, at this point.

It’s all becoming too much to handle when he sees you by the pool, almost glowing in the sunlight and lips stained red with the juice from the popsicle, looking like something else that he’d like to put between your lips.

You heard the footsteps behind you, and despite how you knew who it was, you didn’t turn around to face him. You let Mr. Kirstein come sit beside you, rolling up his pants and dipping his own feet into the water, as you hummed around your popsicle contentedly.

“You know, it’s not very nice to not share your ice cream, especially on a hot day like this.” Oh, so he was going to make this easy, huh?

You finally turn your head to look at him, teasing eyes widening in false surprise, as though you didn’t know you weren’t being nice.

“I’m sorry, Mr. Kirstein,” you say, before taking one more loud, lewd suck on the cherry-red lolly. You pull it out of your mouth, a line of spit hanging obscenely between your lips and the treat, before moving your hand closer to him. “You want some?”

Jean takes it out of your hand, using his tongue to lick a long stripe along the side of it, before wrapping his own lips around it. When he finally pulls away, you lock eyes with him.

“Mmh. It’s good, but I think there’s something else I’d like to eat.”

You take the popsicle back, brushing your hand against Jeans for the briefest of seconds. Licking another stripe just where his tongue had been, you bat your eyes up at him.

“Yeah? What’s that, Mr. Kirstein?” you ask, despite how you know his answer. Jean’s honey-brown eyes narrow, his hand making its way to your thigh and gripping firmly.

“You.”

Your mouth falls open a little, shocked at the word even though you knew it was coming, almost like realizing suddenly that this was really happening, the thing you’d been thinking about all summer.

You let the popsicle fall on the pool deck, sticky hands reaching to wrap themselves around Mr. Kirstein’s neck, as you pull him into a kiss and let your lips crash onto each other’s.

You’re not even sure when you found your way onto his lap, ingrained in such a deep kiss that you’re going dizzy. Jean’s hands feel hot and firm on your hips, holding you to him tightly as you try your best to grind against his hard cock. He won’t let you though, hands stilling your movements as you moan desperately into his mouth, entirely unsatisfied at the lack of contact.

A loud, stinging slap to your ass stills you immediately.

“Bad girl. You can’t do that out here, in the open, where anyone could see, okay?” he says, mouth finally detaching from yours and settling on your jaw, as he places little kisses on the exposed skin.

More, you want to scream, but your thoughts are drowned out when Jean’s lips find yours again, and he jerks his hips up just a little bit, just to give you a taste of what you’re asking for, and it feels so good that your head feels empty.

You’re also not exactly sure how you got back to his bedroom, the one he shares with that wife you dislike so much. Any other day, you might have stopped to consider the weight of your actions, what it would mean for you to fuck Mr. Kirstein on the bed where his wife sleeps, but you just can’t bring yourself to care.

Not when his hands feel they’re burning into your skin, every touch along your thigh and squeeze of your ass making you whimper wantonly. Not when he’s telling you to be patient, but you’re seeing stars when he finally gets you out of the flimsy top that was covering your bare, pebbled nipples and latches his mouth onto one while his fingers roll the other.

No, that has you almost screaming with pleasure, your hand finding its way to cover your mouth and stop the obscene noises from leaving, with the all-too-real possibility that someone in the house could hear.

“You like that, baby?” he murmurs from his position on your chest, letting go of one sore nipple to tease the other with his tongue. “I wanna hear you, baby, so just be quieter, hm?”

You’re nodding your head stupidly, wanting more of whatever he’ll give you, eager to please him and show that you’ll be a good girl for him.

“That’s a good girl,” he praises, and before you can process the shifting of his body, he’s between your legs, spreading them wide after easily pulling off your thin shorts. There’s just one thing between him and where you want him to be, a simple pair of cotton panties, and your own fingers go to take them off when his hand grabs your wrist, making you freeze.

“Now, did I tell you that you could do that? You don’t wanna be a bad girl, right?”

“N-no! No, Mr. Kirstein, I’m sorry-” but it’s too late. He’s grabbed your other wrist too, pinning them above your head and shrugging off the loosened tie from around his neck. He undoes it quickly, using the soft material to bind your wrists together and loop one piece around the headboard, securing your arms above your head.

“Now be a good girl and let me have my little treat.”

He moves back down, your face burning with heat as you realize how exposed you are, naked and tied up as Jean looks between your legs like a man starved.

You have no way of keeping yourself quiet now, biting down hard on the inside of your cheek when he finally applies pressure to your clothed clit with his fingers. He’s going so slow but giving you nothing, just barely grazing your sensitive spot when you wish he’d just fuck you stupid already.

But you know better than to misbehave, the sting on your ass from earlier reminding you to stay quiet and take what he gives you.

Your hips are bucking up desperately with every one of Jean’s feeble touches, and you know your panties must be soaking through by now, but Jean seems more interested in teasing you like this.

In fact, he just wants to take his time. Why should he rush, when he’s finally got you exactly how he wants you, the way he’s wanted you all summer? His wife gone, kids asleep, staff preoccupied—-he’s been waiting for this chance.

“Baby, are you really that worked up from just a little teasing? How long has it been since someone’s fucked you how you deserve, huh?” he says, laughing as he notices you twitch as he licks along the lenght of your clothed slit.

“So- so long, Mr. Kirstein! Please, please, I want you so badly-” you’re trying your hardest to stay quiet, but it’s still much louder than you can risk being. You just can’t help it, his teasing and the hot weather and the sugary sweetness of the popsicle and the taste of Jean’s lips still lingering in your mouth. It’s all entirely too much, making you feel dizzy again when you feel his hands finally yanking off your panties.

He has them in his hand when he comes back to hover over you, lips meeting hotly again as his tongue swirls in your mouth for what seems like forever, before he pulls away.

“Baby, I need you to be quiet,” Mr. Kirstein says. as he shoves your ruined panties into your mouth, making you cry out, the sound muffled. “We don’t want the kids to wake up, do we?”

You shake your head in compliance as Jean makes his way back down to between your legs. Finally free of the last barrier, you let out obscene, quieted moans at how his mouth feels, licking hot strips up and down your wetness, before finally your clit and flicking his tongue.

The sensation has your entire body tense, wrists struggling against your ties as he overstimulates your helpless nub, slipping in two of his slender fingers and feeling the way you clamp down against them.

He’s saying something else to you, talking against your core, but you can’t pay attention, not when you’re so close, and your thighs instinctively tighten around Jean’s head, forcing him to stop talking and continue.

You’re almost there, the coil in your stomach just about ready to unwind, when you feel Jean’s other hand come up to play with your aching nipples, and that’s when it snaps. You let out a scream against your panties, sound getting drowned out as Jean works you through your orgasm, not letting up. His fingers are thrusting in and out, tongue on your clit, as your entire body spasms uncontrollably.

Even after your shaking has stopped, when you’re trying to catch your breath and keep your eyes open, he doesn’t stop, letting out a laugh at your small twitches.

“Oh, baby, you haven’t cum properly in a while, huh? Look what a mess you made.”

And you want to care about how you’ve just come in rivulets over sheets that his wife picked, sheets that she sleeps on besides him, sheets that you’ve just ruined, but you just don’t. All you can think about is how if Jean isn’t inside you in the next few minutes, you’re going to lose your mind.

You whimper against the cotton in your mouth, unable to say anything except look at Jean with those big, doe eyes you know he can’t resist, all watery and teary as a result of your intense orgasm. It’s when a fat tear rolls down your cheek, eyes blinking up at him, that he finally decides he’s had enough teasing.

“You want my cock so badly, don’t you, baby?” he asks, your head moving up and down quickly as you moan again. Jean unzips his pants, not even taking off any of his clothes as he takes his hard, throbbing dick out and runs it along your sensitive slit a few times, collecting your wetness.

It’s big, bigger than you’ve ever had any experience with and so pink and veiny that it makes your mouth water. Your body shakes at the contact, cunt clenching hard on nothing at all, as he continues his motion.

“You’re such a dirty girl, aren’t you? Teasing me all these months, wanting me to fuck the babysitter like some kind of cliche? Huh?” and all you can do is nod, gasps getting caught in your throat as you feel his cockhead prod against your tight hole.

“It’s okay, baby, I’ll fuck you how you want, I’ll make you mine,” and with that he pushes his dick into your soaking cunt, making you scream out and causing him to let out a beautiful groan.

“Oh, fuck-” Mr. Kirstein says, bottoming out and holding still for a minute, letting you get used to the stretch before continuing. “God, you feel that? How you’re sucking me in, god-!”

His thrusts are shallow at first, making you move your own body to get more, when he suddenly stops.

“Such a greedy little slut, aren’t you? My baby’s so greedy, it’s okay though, I’ll give you what you want-”

And suddenly his hips are slamming against yours, each thrust bringing his hip bone to yours crushingly fast, the whole room filled with the obscene noise of pants and squelching.

You’re not even sure what to think anymore, because every thought in your head is gone and all you can focus on is how good it feels, despite how wrong it is. Your limbs already feel limp and boneless from your first orgasm, but Jean isn’t giving any signs of letting up. Each thrust is more powerful than the last, making you see stars as he hits that sensitive spot inside you over and over again.

You know you won’t be able to hold out much longer, cunt clenching against his thick cock as his fingers find your oversensitive clit and nimbly rub circles on it.

It’s getting to be too much, you think you might black out from the intense pleasure you’re feeling, when finally, you feel the cotton being yanked from your mouth and fresh air in your lungs.

“Tell me how much of a little slut you are, baby, I wanna- oh- I wanna hear it-” Jean grunts between rough thrusts.

“I-I’m your slut! I’m yours, I’m yours-!” you cry out over and over again, getting closer and closer to your orgasm as Jean’s fingers don’t let up.

“Yeah, my little slut? You want my cum? You want me to fill you up and make you my wife, hm? Is that what you want?” The very thought of that—of you being his and only his, living with him and taking his cum—is enough to tip him over the edge, but he wants to feel you cum on his cock first.

“Yes! Yes! Yes, Mr. Kirstein, I want it, I want your cum, I wanna be your new wife-Oh!” You cum hard, just as the last sentence leaves your mouth, as Jean’s fingers increased their pace and his thrusts became all too much to handle.

Without the panties muffling your nosies anymore, you squeal loudly, moaning Mr. Kirstein and crying out, as Jean’s hips increase their pace and fuck into your harder than before. Every thrust has a squeal leaving your lips, and the way your cunt flutters around his cock while cumming has him just on the edge, almost there, when you speak again.

“Please give it to me, Mr. Kirstein, I wanna be yours,” you moan against the pillow, completely fucked out. Jean cums hard at his tipping point, groaning in your ear and emptying himself into you, hot cum filling your cunt. You stay like that for a moment, catching your breath before you find his lips again, desperate to latch on and never let go, if you can help it.

You feel Jean pull out of you and you let out a whine, feeling the mixture of both your cum leaking out of you, staining the sheets.

You’re a mess, entire body shaky, limbs so tired you’re not sure you’ll be able to stand up on your own, lips puffy and swollen. Your cunt is even worse, sore and aching, covered in wetness.

Jean’s not much better, his once clean and crisp dress shirt wrinkled and ruined, pants stained with fluids.

“Oh,” he says, finally reaching to undo his tie and let your wrists free, ���Sorry, baby.”

“It’s okay,” you breath, hesitant to meet Mr. Kirstein’s eyes. All the words you both said fly through your head, unsure of what was real and what was just said in the heat of the moment.

You want to ask, but you’re so exhausted and limp-bodied, throat sore and head feeling so light you don’t think you can string together the sentence.

Jean’s hands are warm on your skin, rubbing your back soothingly as you let your eyes flutter shut. Maybe if you sleep for a few moments, you’ll feel better, and you’ll be able to tell him how you feel.

“Listen, baby-” Jean says, and you open your eyes to meet his warm, brown ones. You know it’s so terribly wrong to want this, to want a whole life with a married man, but you do, and you don’t think you can help it.

You think he wants it too, with the soft way he’s looking at you now, the way he’s been glancing when he thinks you’re not paying attention, when you’re with the girls or tidying up.

You think he’s about to say it too, when he’s cut off by the sound of the front door closing loudly.

“Honey? Kids? I’m home,” comes the voice of his wife downstairs, footsteps getting louder as they approach the staircase and make their way to the bedroom.

[peachycoreroo]

the forbidden fruit | zeke yeager

summary: zeke was like a second father to you and you were his favorite little girl. maybe, it wasn't normal to like your dad's best friend that much, but who cares if it's normal when it feels this good.

pairing: dad’s best friend!zeke x college fem!reader

genre: smut, pwp

word count: 5.4k

warnings: age gap, vaginal penetration, lowkey pseudo-cest bc you call zeke 'uncle', daddy kink, oral fem!receiving, fingering, oral m!receiving, mini degradation, praise kink, a few spanks, choking, zeke spits in your mouth, usage of ‘slut’, ‘whore’ and ‘slutty’, bunny as a pet name, kinda exhibitionism?, manipulation, corruption kink, dub-con vibes but you actually want it, jealousy, mentions of alcohol, smoking, dumbification, manhandling, unprotected sex (pls wrap it up kids), creampie, size kink

authors note: this is for @weepinglevi​‘s adult movie tropes collab, thank you sm for letting me join!! def check out the other amazing fics in this collab<3 this is a lot darker than my other stuff so far, but i had so much fun writing it, so enjoy my first piece for aot!! here’s a link to my masterlist

uncle zeke, or uncle zuzu as you liked to call him when you were still a child, has always been your favorite person since you were little. technically, you weren’t blood-related, but you might as well have been with how integrated into your family he was.

him and your father were best friends since middle school and you did call him ‘daddy’ a lot back then as a three-year-old, when you couldn’t grasp the concept of him not also being your dad. he was there for your birth, your childhood, your embarrassing teens and now even for your 20th birthday.

you don’t exactly know when the thing happened though.

one day, you were all a big, happy family and the next you suddenly realized, how attractive zeke yeager really was. maybe, it was the way you noticed that he was so much more athletic and broader than your father as they walked around your pool in their swimming trunks on a hot summer day. maybe, it was the way you suddenly became aware of how tall he really was, when you tried to reach a cup on a shelf too high, only to feel his presence directly behind you with his chest against your back as he reached his arm above your head and grabbed the cup, only to hand it to you with a teasing ‘you should really try this thing called growing. i heard it does wonders against high shelfs.’ or maybe, it was the way you finally registered how his gray eyes shamelessly checked you out as you walked around in your flimsy crop tops and shorts, barely covering anything.

it was so wrong, but that didn’t mean you would stop your little teasing. your dresses got shorter and shorter, dropping your keys on purpose on the way out just to flash him your lacy panties. hugging him longer than usual as he was leaving, just to press your breasts up against his hard chest. you wanted him to know you weren’t a little girl anymore. you wanted his mind to be filled with lewd thoughts about you. only you.

even when you left for college, you couldn’t stop thinking about the blond man, especially when you were in your bed late at night, with your hand stuffed in your panties and your mouth whimpering his name into the pillow. images of him, with his hard cock in a large palm, pleasuring himself with you on his mind, groaning your name, always brought you to an orgasm, but it wasn’t enough. you knew the only way to quench your need for this man was by having him, no matter how rotten your desire was.

at last, it was finally your birthday, and you couldn’t wait to get home and act upon your ploy to seduce zeke yeager. it was a foolproof plan really. nobody would even suspect you were trying to rile your favorite uncle up, and he would only react, if he wanted you just as much. what better gift for your birthday, than ultimately having the forbidden fruit you’ve been trying to deny yourself of for so long.

“happy birthday, angel!”, your family exclaimed excitedly as you came downstairs. you quickly scanned the room to see uncle zeke already sitting in his usual spot on an armchair in the corner of the living room, getting up and joining your parents at the bottom of the stairs when he noticed your presence.

knowing that he was there, you finally smiled happily, thanking them softly before being pulled into a tight embrace by zeke. “yeah, happy birthday, angel”, he lowly murmured into your ear as he pressed you firmly against him, goosebumps erupting at his slightly suggestive tone.

“thank you, uncle zuzu”, you whispered back, squeezing him tight, hoping to get the message across that you were more than happy to be in his arms.

alas, you were forced to part as your mother shoved him to the side to embrace you, your dad jokingly complaining about you going for a hug with your favorite first instead of your parents, in the background.

“well, i can’t help that i’m so much cooler to her than you”, zeke retorted playfully, earning him a light-hearted punch to the arm from your father.

the rest of the day felt like an eternity. it’s not that you didn’t enjoy spending time with your parents, especially if zeke was there, but the prospect of getting the blond male to act upon your, hopefully, mutual desires, had you looking at the clock more times than you would like to admit.

“are you waiting for something?”

you quickly snapped out of your daydreams of what could happen later, as the man with the main role in them sat down closely beside you, your thighs brushing against each other. you couldn’t help your gaze lingering where your skin touched before blinking up at him through your lashes, only to see him grinning down at you, clearly amused by your stare. time for the first part of the mission.

“oh yeah, i’ll be going clubbing with a few friends later.”

“clubbing?”, zeke pressed with a frown, “and your parents are letting you?”

zeke has always been very overprotective of you. your dad joked that it’s because you’re basically like his daughter, but you hoped it was more than that. that’s why you were counting on his overprotectiveness to eventually lead you to the desired outcome of the day aka you, stuffed full of his cum.

“mmm, yeah. it’s my 20th birthday uncle zeke, not my 10th, you know. i’m an adult”, you retorted provocatively before getting up. “’m gonna go get ready.”

you could swear you felt his irritated glare burn into your back as you made your way upstairs, grinning at the first bit of your plan succeeding.

the second step, was your appearance. just a week before that, you went shopping for the shortest dress you could find, ready to turn heads, or specifically, one head. shower, hair, makeup, baby pink lace underwear, see-through tights, black dress. you haven’t felt this hot and confident in a while with college forcing you to wear hoodies and sweatpants all day every day. no way in hell were you going to make yourself suffer through endless lectures in cute skirts and dresses.

five minutes before your friends came, one of your essential male friends included, you decided to head downstairs to make sure zeke had enough time to admire how hot you looked.

as you came downstairs, you could hear your dad exclaiming ‘look at my beautiful girl, all grown up’, making zeke turn around. goosebumps erupted as you felt his eyes slowly trail along your figure, your skin tingling where his gaze burned into your exposed skin.

you did a full spin, showing off your outfit to the three people in your living room, but only caring about the opinion of one. to your disappointment, you didn’t quite get the reaction you wanted, with zeke turning back around to your mother, continuing to talk about whatever.

no matter how much you hated it, you couldn’t stop the jealousy crawling up your tightening throat, making you sick with disgust. you knew your mother was just as much as a friend to the man of your desires as your father, but it didn’t stop you from feeling this way. you wanted his eyes on you and not some other woman, even if that woman was your own mother.

as if on cue, the doorbell rang out, your mood immediately lifting at the chance that the third step of your plan finally elicits a much-craved reaction from zeke.

you opened the door, your best friends immediately throwing themselves at you, screaming their congratulations and complimenting your attire. just like you hoped, the boy you’ve been friends with and flirted with since high school, jean kirstein, was the last one to congratulate you. he hugged you tight, leaning down, whispering a low ‘happy birthday, pretty girl. you look good enough to eat’, at the same time as your parents and zeke came into the foyer.

the hug you shared with jean lasted just a tad too long for it to count as appropriate, with you giggling excessively at his comment just to be sure that zeke heard it. and as you parted to say goodbye to your family, your flirty friend kept his strong arm around your waist, as though it belonged there.

you don’t miss the way zeke glared at jean’s arm around you or the way he had the slightest frown on his face as he told you to ‘have fun and be careful’, but when you turned around and left the house to get into jean’s car, disappointment filled you when you realized that the blond male didn’t do anything to keep you from going. all this planning and finger crossing for nothing. ‘happy fucking birthday to me’, you bitterly thought, as you drove off into the night, mood already completely ruined.

after hours of trying to enjoy the end of your birthday even for a bit, you finally had enough. jean took you home, trying to make out with you on the backseat of his car in the parking lot, but as tempting as the idea of letting him fuck zeke yeager out of your mind sounded, you couldn’t bring yourself to. the fact that today was supposed to be the day you got your dad’s best friend right where you wanted him, was enough to make you crave a nice shower and your warm bed. you couldn’t wait for this day to end.

when jean pulled up to your house, you parted ways with a quick kiss and a cheeky promise of tomorrow, before making your way into the house. it was already 3 a.m., so you were sure everybody was already asleep, as you quietly made your way inside.

“there you are. welcome back, pretty girl.”

at hearing zeke’s raspy voice out of nowhere, you flinched and let out an unvoluntary squeak. what was he doing here?

you brought your hand to your heart, feeling it hammer against your chest, your eyes snapping to the spot your dad’s best friend was sitting in, in the kitchen. “uncle zeke! you scared me, what are you still doing here?”

as you made your way into the kitchen, you finally noticed the empty tequila bottle on the table and your unconscious father, snoring on the coach in the living room, just a few feet away.

“mmm, wanted to make sure you come home safely after your dad passed out, so i waited for you”, he casually retorted while his grey eyes inspected you from head to toe. smeared lipstick, a light sheen of sweat on your skin and your dress hiked up dangerously high on your thighs.

feeling small under his calculating gaze, you once again looked at your sleeping dad and gestured towards the bottle. “guess you also had a wild party going on?”

“mh, your dad’s just a lightweight.”

the air inside the kitchen was heavy and suffocating. you knew something was wrong with the way zeke wouldn’t stop staring at you and only answered with short sentences, his usual playful chattiness nowhere to be seen.

trying to get rid of the awkwardness and your nervousness, you asked: “where- uh, where’s mom?”

“asleep”, was the short answer you got, making you even more uneasy than before. “oh, w-well. i’m gonna go and also hit the hay. thanks for staying up for me uncle zeke, good night.”

“stop.”

this one word made you halt in your tracks just as you were about to turn around, making you look questioningly back at him. what you didn’t expect however, was to see zeke yeager spread his thighs and pet one of them with a simple ‘sit down, angel.” somehow, the pet name sounded condescending as it left his lips, but that didn’t stop your pussy from clenching at the sight of him with his legs wide open, looking positively inviting like never before.

your gaze quickly flickered towards the unconscious figure in the armchair, but even that couldn’t stop you when uncle zeke was offering you to sit on his lap, like you dreamed of for so long.

your legs slowly took you towards the spot he was sitting in, only for him to pull you on one of his thighs as soon as you were in his reach. his arm wrapped tightly around your waist, while the other found its place on your thigh, your heartrate skyrocketing at the close proximity.

not really knowing what to do with your hands and where to look, you once again brought your gaze to your dad in the living room, having the perfect view of him from your position on zeke’s lap, your fingers interlocked in your own lap as to not touch him too much.

“how was the party?”, he questioned seemingly nonchalant, but his tone had a certain edge to it, that made you feel as if you were being scolded.

you chuckled nervously, keeping your eyes locked on your unconscious father, as you started uttering: “oh, uh… it was- “

only to have zeke’s palm grab your cheeks, squeezing them together in a pout, as he turned your head towards him, forcing you to focus your gaze on him.

“did you fuck him?”

zeke was watching your expression closely when he practically growled the question, taking note of how your eyes widened, your breath deepened, and your thighs automatically pressed together as the meaning of his imposing words settled in.

the jealousy could practically be grabbed as it rolled off the blond male in waves and you knew, that if you wanted your birthday wish to come true, you had to play the part of the innocent and unsuspecting little girl.

“wha-? no!”, you exclaimed supposedly offended and distraught that he would even ask such a thing, as best as you could with your lips pressed together in a pout by his large palm.

the man’s dark grey – were they always this dark? – eyes narrowed as you seamlessly pretended to not know what he was hinting at, but the way you immodestly battered your eyelashes at him, one hand finding it’s way onto the palm that was squeezing your plush thigh, showed him at you weren’t as oblivious as you feigned to be.

“no, huh?”, he chuckled darkly, his hand leaving your face to push you down onto your knees between his legs instead, “then you’re not against helping your dear uncle with a certain issue, or are you baby?”

stammering out a little confused ‘what?’, you quickly checked whether your dad was still asleep, only for yeager’s palm to return to its place on your cheeks, squeezing them once again as he yanked your head back towards him. “don’t act like a brainless, useless slut, angel. it really doesn’t suit you. you’re my smart little girl, aren’t you?”

the sickly-sweet tone he used worked like a charm on your praise-starved brain. you wanted to please him and be his good girl, no matter what it took.

looking up at him with big, wide eyes, a drop of drool fell from your pouty lips onto his jean-clad crotch when he tightened his hold on your cheeks as you nodded like an obedient little toy, making him smile proudly.

“that’s my girl. now,”, he declared, unbothered by the tiny wetness seeping into his pants, his veiny hands made quick work of his belt and zipper, “show me how much you want to help your uncle zeke.”

just the sight of him whipping out his hard cock out of the confinements of his jeans and boxers, was enough to make a small pool of wetness gush out of your cunt, not that it mattered anyway. your lacy panties were already long soaked just from sitting on his lap.

zeke’s cock was longer and definitely thicker than you could’ve ever imagined, bigger than any you’ve ever taken with a prominent vein running on the underside, the tip flushed in a pretty pink. the saliva collecting in your mouth at the prospect of having him down your throat soon made you swallow hard, while you waited for his next instructions, not wanting to disappoint him by acting impulsively.

seeing his best friends’ daughter so submissive and eager-to-please on her knees between his legs as said best friend laid, passed out, just a few feet away, made zeke’s cock twitch. he knew it was sick and wrong, but he has always been a weak man when it came to you.

“go ahead, sweetheart. make uncle zeke feel good.”

at his permission to go, you nearly lunched forward, your pretty lips coated in sticky lipgloss instantly wrapping around the sensitive tip of his dick, making him groan deeply somewhere in the back of his throat.

you alternated between swirling your tongue around his cockhead and slowly sucking, as zeke put a cigarette between his lips, lightning it. normally, you hated the foul smell of nicotine and complained numerous times about how much you hated smokers but… the sight of it dangling between his thick fingers, as his other hand lost itself inside your hair, guiding your head to bob up and down on his length, awakened something deep in you, that you didn’t even know existed.

it didn’t help that while every other person reeking of smoke repulsed you, the same scent clinging to zeke brought you a sense of comfort. the fact that he also looked hot as fuck doing it, certainly didn’t hurt.

above you, the tall man made sure to let his eyes wander to your father from time to time, mostly keeping them locked on your lewd expression and your full lips wrapped around his cock though. he knew that the man a few feet away was a heavy sleeper, especially when drunk, so he wasn’t afraid of letting you know just how pleased he was with you.

“that’s a good girl. doing so good for me, want me to cum down your throat, sweetheart?”  

you mumbled a small ‘please’ around his cock, causing him to groan huskily as your vocal cords vibrated against his sensitive tip. knowing he was almost there, you hallowed your cheeks and tightened your throat, wanting him to lose himself in the inviting warmth of your mouth.

as soon as zeke felt himself teetering at the edge, he couldn’t stop himself from quickly putting out the cig in his hand and holding your head still with his large palms as he started frantically thrusting up in your mouth. having zeke use you to chase his own high made you clench around nothing as you gagged around his length, doing your best to try and keep your jaw slack just so you could hear the man praising you again.

at the feeling of you choking on his cock, zeke’s head fell back as he moaned hoarsely, the sound going straight to the fire in the pit of your stomach already forming just from sucking him off and hearing his erotic grunts.

on the next thrust inside your warm, wet mouth, zeke emptied himself in the back of your throat with a low growl of ‘good fucking girl’, making you whine around his dick. the blond pulled you off as you started coughing, instructing you to ‘swallow, angel.’ being the whipped, little toy you did as you were told, looking up at him as you licked the remaining cum of your spit covered lips.

zeke smirked at your sensual display, whilst he stood up, pulling you up to your feet, only to push you against the dinner table and impatiently smash his lips against yours.

you had half the mind to think about how he didn’t even seem to care that his sticky cum still lingered in your mouth as he kissed you before your brain completely shut down because you were making out with zeke yeager.

strong palms wandered up your thighs under your short dress, cupping your ass while the flimsy fabric rode up as a consequence of his wandering hands. the display of strength as he easily lifted you up on the hard surface behind you, made your head spin. everything this man was doing had you weak in the knees and if you weren’t already seated, you were convinced your legs would’ve given out underneath you.

as yeager made room for himself between your thighs, spreading them in the process, your arms found their place around his broad shoulders, pulling him down even closer towards you as you tasted the whiskey and smoke on his slightly chapped lips. you could hear his soft chuckle at the displeased whimper you let out when he removed himself from you, before tracing his thumb faintly over your clothed clit. just that slightest contact with your puffy bundle of nerves had your hips twitching up, your face heating up at the obvious display of his effect on you.

“aww, is my slutty little baby desperate for her favorite uncle?”, he asked in mock empathy, ripping your tights like it was nothing, before his eyes soaked up the sight of your baby pink lace panties completely ruined by your slick.

“i see you were ready for something to happen today. were you hoping the little boy from earlier would fuck you?”, he almost snarled the question, before adding: “or were you hoping for me, bunny? are these pretty panties just for me?”

as your core gushed out more of your juices at the pet name, you obediently shook your head at his accusation of you dressing up for jean, mewling out: “y-you, daddy. only you.”

zeke closed his eyes to compose himself when his cock twitched alive once again at the sweet melody of you calling him daddy. he knew this was the point of no return. he could’ve stopped this before, he was sure of that, but not anymore. not when you oh so sweetly called out for your daddy to take care of you.

in one swift motion, your panties were gone and thrown into a dark corner of the kitchen, the only light illuminating the space coming from the turned-on lamp in the foyer from when you came home. forcing you to recline back as zeke lifted your legs up on his muscular shoulders, you shuddered as his hot breath hit your drenched pussy.

after just one kitten lick to your core, you heard zeke’s pleased hum, mumbling something along the lines of ‘just as sweet as you, bunny’, but you couldn’t tell for sure because the very next second he was diving tongue first into you, sucking, licking, and slurping like it’s his last meal. the moan that left you at his intense ministrations was downright pornographic and you could only clench around nothing as his large palm came up to silence you.

“as much as i’d love to listen to your cries, sweet thing, gonna wake your parents up if you keep at it”, he muttered against your sensitive clit, the vibrations only making you mewl against his hand.

your hands tried to find purchase somewhere, the hard surface of the table, your plush thighs, before your nails finally got a grasp of his blond locks, using the leverage as an advantage to push his face even further into your slick cunt.

the obscene, wet sounds that echoed in the room were making your face heat up, but the embarrassment didn’t stop you from grinding desperately against his tongue, his thick beard rubbing painfully but oh so deliciously against the delicate skin of your inner thighs.

when you felt two of his thick fingers probe at your entrance before pushing in, instantly hitting that one spot inside you, you threw your head back as your eyes rolled into the back of your head, thighs trembling against his head as you reached your peak around his digits. your back arched off the wooden table, thighs snugly pressing against the sides of his head, almost suffocating him in the process, while you moaned a long, high-pitched ‘daddy’ against his palm.

zeke yeager could proudly say that he’s had his fair share of women, but the sight of you, succumbing to the pleasure he was providing you with, was by far the most erotic he had the privilege of witnessing. the mix of your cross-eyed expression, your sloppy cunt clenching impossibly around his thick fingers and your body twitching from the aftershocks of your orgasm, only fueled his desire to see you go dumb on his fat cock.

a hard slap against the fat of your right thigh caused you to squeal, your legs sliding down from his shoulders, completely limp from all the spent energy. zeke leaned down, once again capturing your lips in a heated make out. his warm tongue still had the distinct taste of your release on it as it slipped between your lips, his full beard soaked in your juices scratching against your cheeks and chin, but you certainly didn’t mind as long as you could have him between your legs, mouths interlocked.

“wanna see your cute lil’ ass while i wreck you, bunny. can you turn around for daddy?”, he questioned, voice raspy, but he didn’t actually wait for an answer, grabbing your hips in a bruising grip and flipping you over on your stomach, ass pressed up against his crotch already. not being able to control yourself at another clear display that his muscles weren’t just for show, your hips automatically grinded back against his painfully hard cock.

another strong blow was delivered, this time to your bouncy behind, your small mewl echoing in the large space. “slutty, desperate whores aren’t appreciated here, bunny. thought you were daddy’s good, little girl? guess daddy was wrong about you”, zeke sighed in faux disappointment, knowing you would do anything for him to keep praising you.

“n-no! am your good, little girl! ‘m sorry, daddy, please don’t leave”, you practically sobbed out, to drunk on his touch to realize the manipulative undertone in his phrasing.

smirking victoriously, the blond tenderly smoothed his huge palm, with his fingers covered in your already dried up essences, over your ass check, his fat tip nudging against your soaked entrance, whilst he shh-ed you, promising that he’s ‘not gonna leave you bunny, ‘m all yours.’

at the promise of him belonging to you, your eyes rolled into the back of your head, just as yeager decided to push his aching dick into your tight pussy. at the first bump against your gummy walls, you both knew no one would ever be able to compare. it was a tight fit as he continued to push past the resistance of your cunt, hissing at the continuous contractions around his sensitive cock. no way in hell, he thought to himself as he already had to hold himself back from cumming as if he were some virgin all over again.

when he finally bottomed out, his patience was close to non-existent, so without waiting for you to adjust, he started thrusting in you like a mad man. your hands flew out to grab the other edge of the wooden surface to have some kind of support, as his powerful thrusts made the whole table shake and drag across the tiled floor.

“’s too much, daddy! slow down!”, you wailed, knowing full well that this was exactly what you waited for all this time. the dark chuckle that left his panting and grunting mouth told you that he was also very aware of the fact that you didn’t actually want him to slow down, so the only reaction you got, besides his acknowledging chuckle, were his thrusts picking up in speed.

after another strong hit to your jiggling ass and a groan that sounded suspiciously like ‘such a perfect ass’, zeke leaned over you, completely covering you with his large frame. his hand found its way to your front, giving your tits a quick squeeze through your dress, before continuing its journey up, finally settling around your neck.

as it constricted around your neck, thick fingers expertly pressing against the pressure points, restricting the air flow oh so deliciously, your spit-covered lips fell open in a silent ‘o’, the act lurching you impossibly closer to your orgasm. at this point, the only coherent words you were able to formulate were ‘yes’, ‘daddy’ and ‘please’, causing the tall man’s chest to fill with pride at your dumbed out state.

“my cute, submissive, little bunny. have i fucked you stupid with my cock?”, he teased, only to get his confirmation by the lack of response on your side, too far gone to process that he asked a question.

the rhythmic clenching of your warm core reminded him that his dick was practically begging him to let it stuff you full of his sticky cum, so as his grip on your throat and hip tightened even more, he let his carnal desires take over as he rutted impossibly faster inside you.

every thrust caused his fat tip to poke harshly against your cervix, the feeling of pain only fueling your pleasure, as you silently took all your favorite uncle was giving you. somewhere in the back of your mind the thought of your father sleeping just in the next room flew around, but it quickly got fucked back out by zeke’s fat cock.

at the next rough plunge inside your warm walls and the low growl of ‘cum on daddy’s fucking cock, bunny’ directly beside your ear, you came undone with a loud moan of his name. you were pretty sure the force of your orgasm made you blackout for a second, because the next time you came to your senses, zeke was shooting his load inside your inviting cunt directly at your cervix, your name leaving his lips like a prayer.

you were exhausted. your whole body shook and twitched, your stomach hurt from being pressed against the edge of the dinner table for so long, sweat dripping down on the surface from your face and neck.

suddenly the room was way too quiet, safe for the heavy breathing and your occasional whimpers. slowly, zeke pulled out, only to spread your cheeks apart to take a good luck at your abused pussy pushing out his white cum. it slowly trickled down your legs, mixing with your leaked juices on the tiles beneath your feet.

not having the energy to move, you let the blond male pull down your dress back over your ass, listening to the rustle of fabric and belt clicking as he got dressed again. just as he gently helped you stand-up again, you could hear a yawn coming from the doorway that led to the living room.

“what’re you both doing?”, your half-awake father asked as he made his way through the kitchen past you to get to the foyer. your nails dug into zeke’s muscular forearms as the panic of getting caught formed in the pit of your stomach, only to hear the older man murmur a casual, seemingly sleepy ‘she just got home, gonna go sleep now’, as though he wasn’t blowing out your back just a few minutes prior.

with an unsuspecting ‘’aight, night you two’, your dad disappeared in the shared bedroom with your sleeping mother.

“fuck”, you breathed out, stressed at almost being caught and your legs buckling, only for zeke’s strong arms to hold you up right.

“hey, look at me, angel”, the male softly demanded, gaze tender as your eyes met his. “i’ll bring you to bed and clean up here, okay? don’t worry about a thing.”

a sleepy, but happy smile stretched itself across your lips at him caring for you so deeply.

“open your mouth, sweetheart.”

without second-guessing the request, you obediently opened your mouth, only to feel his saliva hit your outstretched tongue. the taste made you mewl needily as you realized what it all meant. you were his and he was yours.

zeke chuckled, amused by your blissed out expression, before pecking your lips, picking you up and caring you to your room with you mumbling a satisfied ‘best birthday ever’ against his neck.

[jeankirsteinsgrlfrnd]

Hii i saw you have requests open and I was wondering if you'd write about DILF!Jean falling for his son babysitter (he's divorced already and he was when they met) or DILF jean headcannons in general

Hope u can and if not it's okay,have a nice Christmas!! Take care♡

pairing: dilf!jean x fem!reader

word count: 1.3k

content + warnings: nothing really. just fluff & some kissing.

a/n: this was sooo fun to write tbh! thank u for ur request!! i hope you had a nice christmas!!

not too long ago, you started working for jean kirstein. well, more like baby-sitting. jean kirstein was a rich, recently divorced dad of one. he had a son who was about two years old and cute as all hell. despite jean not needing to work one more day in his life, he chose to. he wanted to set a good example for his son and quite frankly, he’d be too bored sitting around his house everyday. that’s when he found you, a nice young girl who had experience in babysitting.

when jean first met you, he could tell you were an ideal hire. you were well dressed. you weren’t wearing anything ‘slutty’ or too comfortable. plus, you were easy on his eyes. and his son had taken an immediate liking to you, which was the most important thing to jean. he didn’t hesitate to give you the job and he promised to pay you handsomely. hell, even if he didn’t pay you, you’d consider the job due to the fact of how good looking he was. you thought every woman in town should be jealous of you.

as time went on, you and jean developed a more than professional relationship. you two became friends. he liked you particularly because you’d listen unlike all of the douchebags at work. he liked that he’d come home to a clean house, a fed and in bed baby, and a pretty girl, although he told himself he’d never admit that to you. jean appreciated that you never complained about the hours and always offered to help out with other things around the house. jean knew he could count on you.

there became a time jean started looking at you differently. you weren’t sure quite when it started. the first time you noticed was when you were doing the dishes after you and his kid had just finished dinner. jean had gotten home early unexpectedly. you didn’t hear the front door open due to the running water. the sound of jean clearing his throat was enough to make you jump and drop a dish in the sink. luckily for you, it didn’t break. you turned the water off and turn around to find your boss leaning against the counter, with his arms crossed.

“I’m so sorry. I wasn’t expecting you.” your words fall out in a rush. to your surprise, jean just laughs. his eyes are shimmering with something you can’t quite put your finger on. that was the first night you suspected something was up with him.

after that, jean started paying you more. you weren’t going to complain. jean kept that glint in his eyes, at least whenever he was around you. you couldn’t help the feeling that his eyes were always on you when he’d come home. then, he started having you help out with his son when he was home. he said something along the lines of, “i want to work from home more to be more available for my son but that doesn’t mean i can always keep the best eye on him. i’d appreciate your help more than you’d know, (y/n.)”

how could you say no when he’d say your name like that?

eventually, staying during the day turned into staying for dinner. jean’d cook and you’d watch the baby while he did. jean’s son was an easy baby and you were grateful. you were being paid a lot more than you deserved. you liked staying for dinner. you liked playing housewife even if your fantasy was just one sided. or at least that’s what you thought.

you and jean continued on with this charade for a few months, blissfully unaware of the other’s feelings. you wish you could be with him. you’ve seen the type of man he is. he’s thoughtful, caring, a great cook, a great dad and incredibly handsome. the list goes on. on the other hand, jean was noticing all sorts of things about you. like the way you’d tie your hair up before getting a head start on the chores. or the way you’d blush when he’d pull a chair out for you. or how natural you looked holding his son.

everything changed one night. you had stayed extra late this particular night. jean had meetings all night long. he was doing them virtually but insisted you stay incase his kid woke up. you obliged, secretly hoping he’d ask you to stay. eventually, you pass out on the couch with the baby monitor on the coffee table in front of you.

you wake the next morning to find a blanket covering you. you start to panic, realizing you had fallen asleep on the job, when you were supposed to be keeping an ear out for cries. you dart up, looking for you phone to look at the time. it’s bright in the room and you know it’s the next day. you wander in the kitchen to find jean sitting at the table, reading the newspaper with a cup of coffee sitting in front of him. he’s wearing a black t-shirt and a pair of flannel pajamas. you had never seen this look on him and quite frankly, he looked as good as ever.

he set the newspaper down at your arrival. immediately, you began profusely apologizing for your carelessness. jean smiles.

“i wouldn’t have let you stay if you weren’t wanted.”

these words make you blush. they make you realize how bad you want him and how you’d do anything to be his wife. was there a chance he wanted you too?

jean got up from his chair and pushed it in behind him. “you don’t have to apologize. you aren’t in trouble. the boy was just fine all night. it was unfair of me to ask you to stay so late.” he admitted, leaning against the counter next to you. “truth is, the real reason you were here is a little…selfish.”

your heart was beating so fast. your ears couldn’t believe what they were hearing. and god, your eyes could not stop looking at him. his kind, hazel eyes. his messy brown-blond hair. and his scruff. and his pink, perfect lips. “why was i here?” the words somehow find a way out while you hope you know the answer.

“because i wanted you here.” he moved closer to you. your stomach was in knots, twisting and turning. jean reached a hand up to hold the side of your face. your cheek where his hand rested was burning. you weren’t sure if it was you or him that was so warm. you can’t find anything to say. there’s nothing moving around in your brain except for him. “(y/n,)” he started, brushing a thumb across your cheek. “why do you think you’re here so much?”

“to do my job.”

“no. try again.” jean whispered.

“i don’t know.” you whispered back.

“i think that you do.” jean leaned closer, his forehead resting against yours. instinctively, your hand went up to grip his wrist. he was looking right into your eyes. his gaze never faltered. it was that look again. the one from all those nights ago. he pulled away. jean turned his head away and sighed. “(y/n), don’t make me say it.”

“you’re falling for me.” you whispered, your forehead and cheek still burning from his gentle touch. he turned his head back to you, eyes now filled with hope.

“are you…falling for me?” he asked but it came out as more of a plea. you nodded your head. you couldn’t believe this was happening. you were sure you were still asleep and going to wake up soon. “you’re certain?” he tilted his head.

“yes.” your voice still came out as a whisper, afraid the moment would end if you spoke any louder. this was all the confirmation jean needed to hear. it was music to his ears. he took a step closer. you’re afraid your heart might actually beat out of your chest.

jean’s face was leaning in towards yours. you closed your eyes, afraid but wanting. needing. his lips met yours. they are soft and gentle. they’re warm. you felt jean’s hands wrap around your waist as he pulled his mouth away from yours. you opened your eyes finally.

“i’m a cliche, aren’t i?” he asked. “falling for the babysitter?”

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[skrunklybf-archived]

committing yourself to your girlfriend requires many things: compassion, honesty, and... meeting her family. oh boy.

✨ masterlist & tip jar ✨

eren jaeger -- lakehouse summer

summary: eren gets invited to your family's yearly summer trip!

reiner braun -- my sister's wedding

summary: reiner's not only your security blanket, he's also your plus one to the most dreaded wedding of the century.

armin arlert -- boys and girls

summary: you come from a polished home, and an even more polished family. armin makes an impression during tea time.

jean kirstein -- the princess and her people

summary: tba

levi ackerman -- dear old dad

summary: tba

2022 • xttxck • do not repost, translate or copy my works • minors do not interact

[enretrogue]

𝗔𝗨𝗚𝗨𝗦𝗧 𝟮𝟬𝟮𝟯 𝗙𝗜𝗖 𝗥𝗘𝗖𝗦 (𝟮)

.☘︎ ݁˖ = BLACK/POC WORKS | 23' FIC REC M.LIST

ATTACK ON TITAN

MULTI CHARACTER

Where Do You Want It? (Eren, Armin, Jean, Levi) — @ilyluffy

When You’re Jealous (Eren, Armin, Jean, Connie)  — @kingkohona

When You Don’t Say “I Love You” Back (Eren, Jean) — @spiteless-xo

Basketball AU (Onyankopon and Aran Ojiro) — @dilfl0v3rss .☘︎ ݁˖

Pussy Talk (Connie, Ony, Armin, Eren)— @lingeriae .☘︎ ݁˖

JEAN KIRSCHTEIN (KIRSTEIN)

Pretty Girl — @theragethatisdesire

Resolve — @honeyblood .☘︎ ݁˖

Jean HCs: Mf Whipped — @4ttack-ur-heart

Friends w/ Benefits — @ilyluffy

Best Friend — @dreamerdeity

Only One Bed — @kingkonoha

2 AM — @cyberheavens

It’s My Party, I’ll Cry If I Want To — @xgfpng

Tell Me What You Want — @atruewarrior

EREN JAEGER

Forget The Movie — @sat0-get0 .☘︎ ݁˖

Pageant Dad!Eren — @rrenzwrld .☘︎ ݁˖

Ink — @synamoly .☘︎ ݁˖

Eren Talking You Through It — @shawtuzi .☘︎ ݁˖

In a Room Full of Art, I’d Still Stare at You ⎢ Part Two — @s-sugustar .☘︎ ݁˖

Pussy Fairy — @roronoaswifey .☘︎ ݁˖

Rapper!Eren — @chrollohearttags .☘︎ ݁˖

Plug!Eren — @shawtuzi .☘︎ ݁˖

Nerd!Eren — @shawtuzi .☘︎ ݁˖

The Cookout — @kingkonoha .☘︎ ݁˖

Smut Blurb — @kazushawty .☘︎ ݁˖

Detective!Eren x PI!Reader  — @chrollohearttags .☘︎ ݁˖

New Roommate — @kacchans-waifu .☘︎ ݁˖

Veronica — @diorsbrando .☘︎ ݁˖

Don’t Pull Out — @hellaville .☘︎ ݁˖

Streamer!Eren HCs — @emonaculate .☘︎ ݁˖

Already Over — @tiathecreator .☘︎ ݁˖

ONYANKOPON + CONNIE SPRINGER

Reader In An Abusive Relationship — @getoscrybaby .☘︎ ݁˖

First Ink — @dilfl0v3rss .☘︎ ݁˖

Ours ⎢ Part Two  — @dilfl0v3rss .☘︎ ݁˖

CONNIE SPRINGER

Smut Blurb — @getoscrybaby .☘︎ ݁˖

Hypersexual Reader + Connie — @nanaminsmoon .☘︎ ݁˖

Best Friend!Connie — @lingeriae .☘︎ ݁˖

Sundress Season — @br4tphobia .☘︎ ݁˖

Plug!Connie — @cottonconnielvr .☘︎ ݁˖

No Good Pt. 2 — @nanaminsmoon .☘︎ ݁˖

Clingy!Connie — @nanaminsmoon .☘︎ ݁˖

His Best Friend — @nanaminsmoon .☘︎ ݁˖

Connie x Black!Fem!Reader — @aotpimpcess .☘︎ ݁˖

Connie x Nurse!Reader — @getoscrybaby .☘︎ ݁˖

Let’s Go Home — @dilfl0v3rss .☘︎ ݁˖

Plug!Connie — @k2ssland

Plug!Connie HCs — @prettybrownbambii

Plug!Connie and His Suburban Princess — @dilfl0v3rss .☘︎ ݁˖

Mother’s Day — @br4tphobia .☘︎ ݁˖

Tattoo Artist!Connie — @rrenzwrld .☘︎ ݁˖

Tatted Up — @dilfl0v3rss .☘︎ ݁˖

Make It Home — @chrollohearttags .☘︎ ݁˖

Notice Me — @junevenile .☘︎ ݁˖

Ghost In The Machine — @junevenile .☘︎ ݁˖

Baseball Player!Connie — @dilfl0v3rss .☘︎ ݁˖

Down In The DMs — @ginger4sugar .☘︎ ݁˖

Connie Fucking You On A Yacht — @dilfl0v3rss .☘︎ ݁˖

Dad!Connie Making His Kids Speak Spanish — @dilfl0v3rss .☘︎ ݁˖

Babydaddy!Connie — @nanaminsmoon .☘︎ ݁˖

Babydaddy!Connie — @nanaminsmoon .☘︎ ݁˖

ONYANKOPON

Bully!Ony — @dilfl0v3rss .☘︎ ݁˖

Rebuke — @pwncez .☘︎ ݁˖

Sycamore Tree — @pwncez .☘︎ ݁˖

Talk To Me — @atinystaypixie .☘︎ ݁˖

[lunaesmasterlist]

pixies!

shingeki no kyojin works

☾ - request    ∿ - +18 works

♰ Headcanons ♰ Quick Thoughts       

⁀➷  If we broke up...

⁀➷  What they love about you

⁀➷  Bothering!

⁀➷  How do you know they won't cheat ☾

⁀➷  Kisses!

⁀➷  Party

⁀➷  Their Significant Other ☾

⁀➷  Eren x TikToker Girlfriend ☾

⁀➷  Reiner and his parenting life ☾

⁀➷  Tickles ☾

⁀➷  Armin x TikToker Gilfriend ☾

⁀➷  Bakery! ☾

⁀➷  Erwin during an argument ☾

⁀➷  Horny Drunk Girlfriend of the Warriors! ☾

⁀➷  CEO Levi crushing on his intern ☾

⁀➷  Reader as Henry Stickmin ☾

⁀➷  Shingeki Boys and period ☾

⁀➷  Modern AU Levi ☾

⁀➷  Emoji ☾

⁀➷  Mikasa x TikToker S/O ☾

⁀➷  900 iq  ☾

⁀➷  Reiner receiving love ☾

⁀➷  Househusbands ☾

⁀➷  Eren x Bilingual ☾

⁀➷  Reiner x Baker  ☾

⁀➷  Wearing his clothes

⁀➷  I want a baby

⁀➷ Try not to laugh ☾

⁀➷  Jealous Pieck ☾

⁀➷  Mikasa x protective shy reader ☾

⁀➷  Playing piano & violin ☾

⁀➷   Drunk s/o flirting with them ☾

⁀➷  Physical Affection ☾

⁀➷  Extra s/o ☾

⁀➷  snk boys x idol s/o ☾

⁀➷  Jealous Annie ☾

⁀➷  aot boys x musician reader ☾

⁀➷  someone calling y/n “hot” in front of them  ☾

⁀➷  aot girls reacting to you half asleep  ☾

⁀➷  Shingeki characters x risky reader ☾

⁀➷  Levi asking for a make out ☾

⁀➷  Hitch adopting a dog ☾

⁀➷  Getting in trouble with some snk girls! ☾

⁀➷  warriors + colt reacting to racism comments ☾

⁀➷  Mikasa x lonely reader ☾

⁀➷  Their ideal S/O pt. 2 ☾

⁀➷  Study session  ☾

⁀➷  Their S/O beating up a group of people ☾

⁀➷  Jean and Reiner on a blind date ☾

⁀➷  Their S/O beating up a group of people (pt. 2) ☾

⁀➷  Sleepy kicks feat Erwin and Berth ☾

⁀➷  Reiner during pregnancy ☾

⁀➷  Crushed feat. Reiner, Porco, Eren, Armin and Jean ☾

⁀➷  their guilty pleasures ☾

⁀➷  dad jean with a baby girl

⁀➷  Reiner accompanies his s/o to therapy ☾

⁀➷  Teaching Mikasa how to slow dance ☾

⁀➷  AOT females getting locked up with you  ☾

⁀➷  Titan Trio with a s/o who suffers from PTSD ☾

⁀➷  sleeping with jean kirstein 

⁀➷  Mikasa, Hange and Ymir reacting to you trying not to cry  ☾

⁀➷  Jean in a romantic date ☾

⁀➷  Hange, Mikasa and Annie reacting to their s/o hugging families ☾

⁀➷  Warriors reacting to their s/o sleeping with their jacket hugged ☾

⁀➷  Mikasa comfort ☾

⁀➷  AOT girls losing a fight ☾

⁀➷  jealous AOT boys ☾

⁀➷  post-war insecure Levi ☾

⁀➷  Jean and his girlfriend moving together ☾

⁀➷  when would the titan shifters move with their s/o ☾

⁀➷  Levi has an s/o that looks like Kuchel Ackerman ☾

⁀➷  sleeping alone prank 1/2: eren & reiner (collab)  

⁀➷  Annie x crying reader ☾

⁀➷  characters x alt s/o ☾

⁀➷  how they give physical affection pt 2  ☾

⁀➷  papa eren  ☾

⁀➷  how they give physical affection pt 3 ☾

⁀➷  dad reiner calming his girl 

⁀➷  running full-speed to a titan ☾

⁀➷  Super Bubbly Crush ☾

⁀➷  Useless  ☾

⁀➷  Reader with mean parents ☾

⁀➷  Porco x sculpted body girl  ☾

⁀➷  dad armin! ☾

⁀➷  levi domestic fluff hc  ☾

⁀➷  dad reiner!

⁀➷ Jean buys you a ring

⁀➷ Friends to Lovers feat. Porco ☾

⁀➷ Levi overprotecting his pregnant wife ☾

⁀➷ Jean plays piano for you 

⁀➷ no kiss challenge ☾

⁀➷ long distance relationship Jean

⁀➷ favorite body part on their female s/o ☾

⁀➷ no kissing challenge yelena ☾

⁀➷ fluff alphabet eren ☾

⁀➷ quick Levi hc ☾

⁀➷ yelena no kiss challenge ☾

⁀➷ jean, reiner, zeke and erwin during panic attacks ☾

♰  Fics ♰ One Shots ♰ Imagine

⁀➷  Saving You (Porco x Reader) ☾

⁀➷  Crush (Levi x Reader) ☾

⁀➷  Private Lessons (Armin x Reader) ☾

⁀➷  Witch (Levi x Reader)  ☾

⁀➷  Until death (Erwin x Reader) ☾

⁀➷  Soulmate ☾

⁀➷  My Brother's Best Friend (Jean x Reader) ☾

⁀➷  Besties (Jean x Reader) ☾

⁀➷  Birthday surprise (Levi x Reader) ☾

⁀➷  Bittersweet (Jean x Mikasa, Marco x Reader) ☾

⁀➷  Levi knocking you out to wash you ☾

⁀➷  Annie’s hurt girlfriend  ☾

⁀➷  I’m here (Jean K.) 

⁀➷  I like my Captain (Levi) ☾

⁀➷  Giant Tree Forest (Levi) ☾

⁀➷  Reiner on a roller disco date ☾

⁀➷  Office cuddles with Levi! ☾

⁀➷  Pet death (Levi) ☾

⁀➷  Levi’s hurtful words ☾

⁀➷  Connie vs Sasha vs Armin  ☾

⁀➷  Erwin and a military ball  ☾

⁀➷  Kenny’s host ☾

⁀➷  Levi and his s/o who hates bugs ☾

⁀➷  Eren’s Lullaby ☾

⁀➷  Eren’s comfort words ☾

⁀➷  Eren and Armin fight over you ☾

⁀➷  CEO Levi x Idol Girlfriend  ☾

⁀➷  Armin falls in love with a pianist  ☾

⁀➷  Pieck’s coffee ☾

⁀➷  Reiner searches comfort ☾

⁀➷  Connie comforts you after a job rejection  ☾

⁀➷  Levi’s fear ☾

⁀➷  Day 1: Little Marco doesn’t want to shower

⁀➷  Jean wants his girlfriend attention ☾

⁀➷  Pieck comforts her s/o ☾

⁀➷  The painting (Levi) ☾

⁀➷  Online friends (Jean) ☾

⁀➷  Are we still together? (Jean) ☾

⁀➷  Her scars (Porco) ☾

⁀➷  Levi’s treasure  ☾

⁀➷  Little Jean ☾

⁀➷  Makeup Store (Porco + Jean extra)  ☾

⁀➷  Porco teases Reiner about his crush ☾

⁀➷  Secret Admirer (Jean) ☾

⁀➷  The Flower Meadow (Eren)  ☾

⁀➷  Missing him (Jean) ☾

⁀➷  Rap (Levi) ☾

⁀➷  Bday surprise from Jean  ☾

⁀➷  Eren takes care of his sick girlfriend ☾

⁀➷  Waking up with Levi ☾

⁀➷ Cutting toxic friendships (Jean) ☾

⁀➷ Eren’s long kiss  ☾

⁀➷ Eren kisses your tears  ☾

⁀➷ Jean’s morning kisses ☾

⁀➷ Reiner’s whispered kisses ☾

⁀➷ Hange’s tentative kisses ☾ 

⁀➷ doing jean’s makeup

⁀➷ his daughter’s date for prom

♰ 200 Followers Event (closed event) ♰

⁀➷  List! 

⁀➷  3. Porco Galliard ☾

⁀➷  4. & 20. Reiner ☾

⁀➷  12. Levi (ceo!) ☾

⁀➷  1. Eren ☾

⁀➷  15. & 20. Levi ☾

⁀➷  15. Armin ☾

⁀➷  18. Erwin ☾

⁀➷  20. Reiner  ☾

⁀➷  1. Eren ☾

⁀➷  3. Eren, Mikasa, Pieck ☾

⁀➷  3 & 4. Armin ☾

⁀➷  4 & 18. Armin ☾

⁀➷  9. & 18. Jean  ☾

⁀➷  18. Jean ☾

⁀➷  4. Zeke ☾

⁀➷  20. Pieck ☾

⁀➷  2. & 19. Mikasa ☾

⁀➷  4. & 18. Levi ☾

♰ movie event! (400 + 500 followers) (closed event) 

⁀➷  rules!

⁀➷  👄💰🥲 feat Eren ☾

⁀➷  😂🚗 feat Jean, Reiner, Eren ☾

⁀➷  🥲👯‍♀️💰 feat Zeke  ☾

⁀➷  👄🚗💖 feat. Levi, Reiner and Zeke ☾

⁀➷  💖🚗 feat. Reiner ☾

⁀➷  💖❓⚔️ feat Levi  ☾

⁀➷  😭💕 🚗 feat. Levi ☾

⁀➷  😂👄⚔️ feat. Levi ☾

⁀➷  😭💕⚔️ feat. Levi (TW: Suicide) ☾

⁀➷  💖🏠🚗 feat. Eren  ☾

⁀➷  👯‍♀️😂⚔️ feat. Jean ☾

⁀➷  🥲 👄⚔️ feat. Erwin ☾

⁀➷  🤣😥💰 feat. Hange ☾

♰ botanic garden 700 event! (closed event) ♰

⁀➷  rules!

⁀➷  violet dahlia x levi ackerman ☾

⁀➷  narciso, daisy, camelia, gardenia, orchids, white carnation x erwin and zeke ☾

⁀➷  red roses,  pink roses, white roses, sunflowers x eren jaeger ☾

⁀➷  red roses, gardenia, honeysuckle x reiner braun  ☾

⁀➷  pink roses, sunflowers, tulips x levi ackerman ☾

⁀➷  pink roses x armin arlert  ☾

⁀➷  red roses x miche zacharias  ☾

⁀➷  yellow roses, honeysuckle x jean kirstein ☾

♰ cookie’s quick 900 event (closed event) ♰

⁀➷  9 & 7 - jean

⁀➷  1 - levi ☾

⁀➷  34 - levi ☾

⁀➷  5 - levi ☾

⁀➷  37 - levi ☾

⁀➷  39, 15, 11 - pieck ☾

⁀➷  4 - levi ☾

⁀➷  25, 10 - levi ☾

⁀➷  3 - levi ☾

⁀➷  23 - pieck ☾

⁀➷  24, 15, 6 - eren ☾

⁀➷  36 - levi ☾

♰ cookie’s beach club 1000 (closed event) ♰

⁀➷  see the stars with jean  ☾

⁀➷ bath at the sea with jean ☾

⁀➷ proposal in front of the sea with levi ☾

♰ +18 works ♰ (under the cut) ♰

⁀➷ Pick someone to have sex with ∿ ☾

⁀➷  Emotional things they say during sex ∿ ☾

⁀➷  What turn them on ∿ ☾

⁀➷  Eren with a s/o with a nipple piercing ∿ ☾

⁀➷ What turn them on (pt. 1.5) ∿ ☾

⁀➷  Porco NSFW first time headcanons ∿ ☾

⁀➷  Virgin reader ∿ ☾

⁀➷ Eren likes to buy you anklets ∿

⁀➷ Levi breeding hcs ∿ ☾

⁀➷ Porco x Reader first time ∿ ☾

⁀➷ French teacher Jean ∿

⁀➷ Reiner reassuring a self conscious s/o ∿ ☾

⁀➷ Vampire Levi hc ∿ ☾

⁀➷ bertholdht college headcanons ∿ ☾

⁀➷ nsfw alphabet jean ∿

⁀➷ levi breeding headcanons ∿ ☾

⁀➷  untangle (Jean) ∿

⁀➷  daddy. ∿

⁀➷  Number Five (Eren) ∿

⁀➷  Paperwork (Levi) ∿ ☾

⁀➷  Reiner’s getting a date ∿ ☾

⁀➷ Eren doesn't like your tiktoks ∿