#jean kirstien x reader

[daryascurse]

𝙎𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙫𝙖 𝙁𝙡𝙤𝙬𝙚𝙧 - 𝙅𝙚𝙖𝙣 𝙆𝙞𝙧𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙞𝙣 𝙭 𝙍𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧

4/20 Oral Fixation miniseries [Sativa Flower][Indica Candy]

ɴꜱꜰᴡ | ᴍɪɴᴏʀꜱ ᴅɴɪ

pov : second person, AFAB reader, nongendered pronouns, modern AU w/ no titans ⁕ tags: weed smoking, face riding, oraI, (female receiving), light spanking ⁕ word count: ~2.0k ⁕ ao3 link ⁕

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The two of you hunched over the windowsill, Jean Kirstein laughing at your paranoia over setting off the smoke detector, but he agreed to aim his lips through to the open air as much as possible. His words chewed the fumes, the air drawing hazy haloes around his head as he grimaced at the taste.

“Get better pre-rolls next time,” he said.

“You bought these,” you shot back.

“Freeloader,” Jean said in a drawl, and your laugh was toothy.

It already felt like a curtain was drawn between your eyes and your mind, like your brain was sitting heavier in your skull. You blinked, missing what Jean said as he stood up and kissed the top of your head. He walked out of the room and you mumbled something unintelligible in response. You flipped the little yellow lighter in your hands and ran your fingers over the groove of the safety strip. You wondered if the tweezers were close, and thought about pulling it out of the lighter.

-

You plug in the wax melter and a twinge of rose begins to wisp through the air to thin out the earthy musk of the joint. Opening the window in the bedroom hadn’t been enough to clear the smell, even if you and Jean had smoked through the corner of the torn screen.

“No one’s going to care,” Jean says from where he’s gone into the kitchen. You stick your tongue out from behind the corner, and hit “shuffle” on your liked songs. “Like I said, your neighbors probably aren’t even home.”

“Still smells better,” you say, sliding your phone into your pocket. “Pancake” by JADED and Ashnikko spurts up into the hallway.

The air is milky as you move your arms through it, slowly dancing in jerks to the beat as you make your way into the kitchen. Jean’s laughing at you as he packs lunches for the park, and he’s asking if you want to Uber or take the train down.

“It’s so nice out,” you say. “Let’s walk.”

“Do we have any more pre-rolls?”

Static crackles in your bones as you rub your hands together and sway your hips by the counter. Jean tosses his head, hair cool brown the color of mushrooms sliding across his forehead as he turns to look at you. He’s still smiling as he leans in to kiss you. His hands are still busy with the Tupperware, pre-cut sandwiches getting neatly tucked into a little plastic bed.

“I can get the bag ready if you finish packing the food,” you say when the kiss breaks, and smile lazily at him in turn.

“I put it on the table,” Jean says with a shrug of his head in the other direction. Unfinished coffee mugs encircle the remnants of the wake-and-bake preparation on the kitchen table, an ashtray like a half-opened orange littered with burnt herb between them. You unzip the little black crossbody bag and yank a chair closer to you as you examine the contents.

“We have two unfinished joints,” you say when you sit and rifle through. Your raise the glass tubes over your shoulder and clink them together. “From the dispensary by your place.”

“Not a bad start to the day.”

“Yeah. Um. When are we meeting Connie and Sasha?” you ask.

“They’re coming out in the afternoon,” Jean says, and you hear rustling in the cabinet. “But, I mean, we don’t have to share.”

“Are you packing enough snacks?”

Jean sighs. “There’ll never be enough snacks to share with them,” he says.

“Bring the crackers and spinach dip,” you say. You take a little packet of paper and a jar of flower out of the bag.

“I don’t like the spinach dip,” Jean grumbles.

“Yeah. Then that’s what we offer to share,” you say with a laugh, and crinkle the rolling paper. ��I guess I’ll roll two more.”

“Do we have enough flower?”

You nod, but the motion feels slow, like the oxygen is getting thicker around you. “Yeah,” you repeat.

It takes all your concentration to get your fingers together, and you take your phone out of your pocket to turn the music down a little. Your eyes are big and bright in the reflection, the whites shining. You smile at yourself.

“Here,” Jean says, and you feel the reverberations around the room as he pads across the hardwood to you. You pluck an iced sugar cookie from the offered Ziplock bag.

“Thanks, but I have to focus on this,” you say around the first crisp, sweet bite, and turn your chin up to him. Jean puts the cookie bag on the table and his lips twitch in a smirk as he reaches out to you.

“Have to?” he mocks.

“Yes,” you say with a dramatic insistence.

“Goofy. Is it starting to hit?”

“Are you feeling it now, Mr. Krabs?” you joke back.

His hand is cold, the trail of his fingers a ghost across your face and down the bone of your jaw. Your neck aches in the tilt, and Jean leans down, kisses you again. His lips are cold too, his mouth fresh with what must have been a recent sip of water. His hands are now on your thighs, something so anchoring even as his arms tremble as he exerts his own pressure. It’s his eagerness, his mischief, pushing to the forefront while the rest of the world blurs.

It occurs to you that “Ladders” by Mac Miller has started playing at some point.

Jean drops into a crouch, the motion sharp before your eyes even as the room around begins to fuzz in the periphery. His fingers curl into your legs as he kneels between them, kisses landing now clumsily and heavily on your legs, and you shift your hips in the chair. Your own fingers crush, the cookie falling to crumbs and dancing off the edge of the table.

“Jean, I really can’t roll a joint if -”

“That’s okay,” he interrupts.

You giggle, the sound light and high, and you do it again. “You wanna do it for me?”

“I wanna do something else for you,” Jean says, and his voice has gotten softer, naughty, the cooing grin audible in his words. Your eyes meet and you wonder if yours glitter the same way his shine in the daylight streaming through the window. “No rush, right?”

“It can… wait,” you say slowly. The words feel thick and dumb.

You lift your hips and help him as much as you can – let him – roll your waistband, your panties, down off your legs. The pressure feels light beneath your skin, something just starting to build, something that makes you heavy in the chair. His fingers come to light again on your thighs, tracing so daintily they almost tickle, and you squirm at the teasing. The squirming brings you closer to the edge of the chair.

He sighs, and it’s a ghost in the air.

Jean puts his mouth on your cunt and it draws from you the very pleasure that was beginning to seep into your blood, something that sings as the warmth flushes through you. The prickles of his facial hair almost make your legs twitch as it tickles. Your wrists tense and then you’re reaching, too, groping for his hair in a haze and clutching it as his tongue flicks up.

“Fuck, Jean – ”

You’re holding on desperately already, holding to him as your hips move in clumsy circles against the chair.

“Oh – ”

His head is warm to the touch as his shoulders edge your thighs farther apart. He pushes his tongue into you with a sigh that makes you shiver. He kissesat your cunt, open-mouthed and wet. His fingers are beginning to feel hard on your thighs, a deep sensation that feels almost separate from the mere pressure on your skin.

Jean breaks from you for a moment.

“Tastes good,” he rasps, and when you look down with hazy eyes, a line of gossamer slick connects his mouth to you.

“O-oh,” you whimper.

Jean begins to run his tongue along you, down, fat, before dragging it back up. You writhe and flush and almost howl when he gives a lick to the sensitive nub of your clit.

“Fuck!”

He kisses you there.

You begin forcing your pace on him as he moves faster and faster to match you. Your hands are knit in his hair, grabbing whatever you can of him with limbs of syrup. He makes a sound between his teeth that could be pained, that could be guttural arousal as his hands tighten and split your legs wider on the chair.

Jean eats you out with a hunger, his tongue fucking into you as his shoulder slips under one of your trembling thighs. Your elbows slack and tighten, the blood heavy in your feet, in your hands. You can feel the noises he keeps making, the moans so clearly now of desire and delight.

You find yourself shuddering, find the way you shake into his face growing more and more desperate, almost fucking into his mouth off the chair. Your leg muscles are tight, and the muscles below your hips are taunt. Jean stays with your pace, his tongue so eager to lap up every bit of the heat flooding from you.

“Ah- ah – Jean – ”

Your skin is wet, hot. You curl into him, tugging at his hair.

“Jean, I’m coming – ”

And he gasps eager, muffled “oh”s into you in turn, his fingers wrapping up, around, hands eager to grab and clutch you close. He moans, tongue fervent even as your hips freeze in a shaking lock, swallowing it away.

“You – fuck,” he groans.

You whimper something that could be his name.

“You came a lot,” Jean says. He kisses the side of your thigh as you keen in response, exhaling sharply as you unknot from his body. You shudder into the chair, breathing in and out deeply again, awkwardly slumped.

“Fuck,” you say, and catch your breath at last.

He’s smirking again, and his mouth is wet. You lean in and feel the ache rise from the arch your back was curled in. You plant your hands on your trembling thighs to kiss his lips. The taste of you is light on your tongue, yet it floods your mouth. You’re turning your tongue as you sit back, even as Jean slides your panties back up your knees.

“Get up,” he says with a kiss on your forehead. “I’ll finish rolling them.”

You lurch up, awkwardly tugging your panties over your hips. Things are blinking into a coldish clarity more and more, and you feel the chill. “You sure? I can get the rest of the food and blankets out.”

“Don’t you wanna change your pants too?” Jean says, and his eyes rake over your body with a cheerful gleam. His tongue pokes between his teeth, and he slaps your ass. You yelp in mock alarm, twisting your hips and putting your hands up as a poor shield. But you’re giggling together and you tilt your hips to the side, letting him land another playful swat.

“I’ll be fast,” you say. Jean makes a yeah-yeah sort of noise and waggles his head. He lifts your phone over his shoulder, and you press your thumb into it as you take it and go. “Lil Thing” by Knox Fortune chimes happily with you as you weave through the kitchen on weak legs.

There’s a lemon lollipop on the counter. You twist at the paper to peel the wrapper off as you duck into the bedroom, and it feels stiff in your fingers. Maybe you two can light one of the joints again before leaving.

-

Under the sun in the park you will smoke more, and Sasha will ask if she can have a bite of your sandwich. Connie will be blasting “Heaven” by Los Lonely Boys. Jean will give you a narrow-eyed look but you will rip the gooey bread in half and hand it to her. Connie will inhale too harshly and cough the smoke out of his lungs; and the wind will smack it right into Jean’s face. You will laugh so hard your stomach hurts and the food almost lurches a little. Jean won’t be able to told the smile back when he hears you. And the two of you will be gleefully happy.

fin.

[aiysan2]

Couldn't stop thinking about the things your cocky fav and you would get up to

If anyone was to ask he'd say he hates you. He hates the way you smirk when you fight. He hates the way you flaunt your traps. He hates how you parade yourself in public as if you weren't a target. He especially hated how you'd constantly separate him from his group with your set up of booby traps.

You'd always tie him up, no matter how many times you'd done this, you couldn't trust him not to try something. He was already so much stronger than you and better at hand to hand combat, there's a reason they say he's the best.

You wrap your pretty lips around his cock, milking him dry of everything he gave you not allowing him to see the satisfaction spreading on your face with every whimper that left his gaping mouth.

It made your heart flutter, the adrenaline of being able to see such a strong overpowered man reduced to a whimpering mess, begging over to feel your pussy wrapped around his achy cock. You'd let him know he isn't worthy enough for your cunt, tugging at his sensitive nipples while he tossed around fighting restraints once again.

Maybe if his little group hadn't tried to ambush you earlier this week he wouldn't be tied down to a cold wooden chair, with his mouth stuffed with your pantie, tears soaking through his blindfold as you refused to let him cum.

He continued apologising despite that being the reason you had gagged him in the first place, finding the sound annoying because if he was truly sorry he wouldn't have allowed his colleagues to try find you.

You're smile grew when you saw his thighs tense about to shoot a load, and your hands leave him once again, standing up to go get a drink of water, hearing him plead under your panties for you to let him cum, for you to forgive him and wrap your pretty lips around his fat tip. He was sure that would all that would be needed for him to finish.

He used his tongue to push your pantie out of his mouth, parting with the taste of your cunt and called out for you. He whined telling about how good he's been for you today, how he thinks he's done enough punishment, how he thinks he might die if he doesn't get to finish.

You walk back into the room, sighing and rolling your eyes. Picking up his own belt and using it against his thighs, making your way up and inching closer to his cock. He feels your hot breath wrap around him his hips eager to feel your tight throat wrap around his dick, touching him exactly the way he needs to be touched, though it doesn't come.

Instead you stand over him, leaning over so your mouth faned over his reddened ears.

"M'sorry, I'd help you get off but I don't wanna make a mess y'know,"

He hated you for abandoning him in a rundown motel, with an tender cock, and lack of material to get out of his bindings.

Bakugo, GOJO, GETO, Reigan, L, Giyu, Sanemi, Endevour, DABI, Shigaraki, Levi Ackerman, Jean Kirstein, Sukuna, Hoshina Soshiro, Serizawa

[jeankirsteinsgrlfrnd]

Hi! Thanks for your headcanons, I really love them! How do you think Attack on Titan characters sneeze? I once thought Levi must sneeze like a little kitten, and now I can't get that thought out of my head.

a/n: this is an odd request but thanks anyway. not to kinkshame lol but i hope this isn’t meant in a kinky way bc literally the other day i went down a whole rabbit hole when i learned that there is a whole community abt this

eren jaeger has a dramatic wind up to his sneeze. you can see it in his face like thirty seconds before he actually does it.

mikasa ackerman doesn’t sneeze. nobody’s ever seen her do it.

armin arlert sneezes into his elbow like the king he is. he’s not a super germaphobe but he takes his & others health serious.

connie springer totally free sneezes. it’s the type of sneeze that dads usually do. loud & startling & out of control.

jean kirstein does it pretty normally. also always uses his elbow.

sasha braus has long ones. like eren, she has a dramatic windup but the sneeze itself is pretty quiet. lot of build up for nothing.

ymir always holds hers in so they come out completely silent.

historia reiss sneezes like a kitten or like a grown man. there’s no in between.

erwin smith always says “excuse me” after he does. he is also a victim of the dad sneeze.

levi ackerman uses a handkerchief to catch it. it’s pretty quiet.

hange zoe always tries to fight them off and continues talking but you can tell how hard they’re trying to not do it. eyes watering the whole time.

annie leonhardt also has never been caught sneezing.

pieck finger is a kitten sneezer.

porco galliard literally says the word “achoo!” when he does it.

zeke jaeger is yet another victim of the dad sneeze. he also always does it three times in a row.

[syoish]

Snippets from my fic "Ten Seconds" that I've been posting on my instagram

The fic is here if you're interested in reading!

[bellabean24]

The Freak Panty Thief

Kinktober Day 1 Jean Kirstien x Fem!Reader

Word count:1310

Tags: NSFW, Modern AU, Panty thief, slight begging, slight sub!Jean, slight dom!Reader, caught, panty gag, cream pie, forgetting that there is a camera in the room so recorded sex

Synopsis:After finding your out your panties been going missing for two weeks when your best friend Jean would come over your decide to set a “trap” for him

Kinktober Masterlist | Attack on Titan Masterlist

For the past 2 weeks you notice pairs of panties would go missing then randomly show up whenever your dear best friend, Jean comes over. You obviously just thought it was a coincidence and that he wouldn’t steal your panties, he’s not that dirty or a perv. But one day when you notice he was in the bathroom for too long, you also notice your bathroom door wide open so you came to the conclusion that it is Jean but why not wait it out for a bit. 

To be honest you hope it is him because it kinda arouses you picturing Jean with a pair of your panties around his cock as he plays with himself, or him smelling a pair of them as he jacks off. 

—--- 

3 days later you now have a small baby camera hooked up to your room pointing at your dresser, you also cleared out your panties drawer and put a little note for Jean “I knew you were a freak<3.”  Now it’s time to lay your plan out.

You call Jean over for a horror movie night to start off the month, “Yea I’ll be there soon, Y/N.” He speaks into the phone, “Ok make it fast, bye” you hang up before he can say his goodbye, a smirk on your face as you wait for him to show up. 

Around 9 pm Jean is knocking on your door with food from your favorite restaurant, “Coming” you shout getting up from your spot on the couch to open up the door for him, “Took you long enough” Jean smiles at you, the smile he uses when he leaves you house with a pair of your panties in his pocket. ‘I got your favorite” he holds up the bag as he walks past you and into your kitchen, you close the door behind him walking into the kitchen as well grabbing some plates and silverware. 

“Hurry so we can start,” you tell him, rocking back and forth on your feet, “Hold on, let me go to the bathroom first.” He puts the food he had in his hands down on the counter before walking down the hall and to the ‘bathroom’ with his hand in his pocket like he is holding on to something. 

Within seconds you feel your phone vibrate in your pocket, pulling it out you see it’s a notification from the app that's connected to the camera in your room, opening the app you see Jean about to pull the drawer door open. Before he can open it you walk down the hallway and to your room watching the video that displays on your phone as you reach your room. Jean opens the draw and the look of horror washes over his face. 

“What you doin’ Jean?” you bite your lip hiding the smile that's on your face as you watch Jean look at you with fearful eyes, “I-It’s not what you think I swear.” He stutters out his eyes leaving yours and looking down at the floor. “You sure? Cause it kinda looks like you're going through my panty drawer,” smirking at him you walk closer to him pressing your chest up against him as his back hits your dresser, “I’m sorry, Y/N. I didn’t mean to.” he bites his lower lip trying not to look down into your shirt, and a bit ashamed that he was just caught looking through your private things and trying to put the ones he took back. 

“I hope you washed them before putting them back”, teasing him. You bat your eyelashes at him, rubbing your hand up and down his arm “Of course I did.” He blushes, knowing you could feel his hard on that makes his pants 10 times more tighter, “Jean do you want to have sex with me” getting straight to the point hoping he says yes to you, “Yes please” he barely whispers. You take your shirt off dragging him to your bed, the back of his knees hit the bed. Jean soon takes his shirt off and throws it on the floor next to yours; his pants soon follow and left in only this boxer, his boner more noticeable. 

“Lay down for me, Jean” you ordered him as you took your pants and bra off waiting for him to lay down before taking your panties off. Jean lays up against your headboard, when he is finally situated you take your panties off and toss them at him. 

Getting on the bed you crawl up to his pelvis, looking up at him silently asking permission to pull his dick out, Jean nods his head letting out a small quiet yes. You pull his aching dick out of its confinements, his tip leaking just from getting caught and you touching him. Swiping your thumb across his flushed tip he lets out a small whimper, before you take his thick length down your throat, bobbing your head up down on his cock, drool seeping from the sides of your mouth the more you suck his cock, stopping at the base of this cock you hold yourself there as your hand reaches for his heavy balls you squeeze them as your pull your head back up. 

“Shit, Y/N I’m gonna cum don’t stop” he whines throwing his head back against your headboard, you quickly pull yourself from his cock licking your lips as you pant. “Fuck why you stop” Jean looks at you with doe eyes as his hip buck up into the air looking for some sort of friction. “Cause I want you to cum in me” you tilt your head at him, moving to straddle his lap, grabbing his length aligning it with your dripping hole, “I’m gonna need you to be quiet, Jean I don’t want my neighbors to hear you” you tell him before leaning in to kiss the corner of his mouth. 

“Ok I’ll be quiet” You know he is lying Jean can be whiny even without sex, smiling at him you lower yourself on his dick bottoming him out as you both let out a hushed moan. “Fuck Jean your so big” slowly rocking your hips back and forth, Jean brings his hands to your hips gripping them so hard that it will probably leave bruises tomorrow. You grip his shoulders as you bounce up and down on his cock, your cunt squeezing him every time you lower yourself, “Shit if you keep squeezing me like that I’m gonna cum” he moans out his grip on your hips tightening even more. 

“Please don’t stop” he begs and moans as your sweet cunt squeezes him, annoyed by how loud he is getting your grab the pair of panties you threw at him and stuff em in his mouth “Thought I told you to be quiet” his grunts and moans become muffled and his blush deepens. Fucking you and Jean dumb on his cock you feel your high approarch you grab Jeans hand from your hip and bring it to your clit, “Rub it for me Jean.” His thumb rubs tight fast circles against your swollen bud, “Shit I’m coming” your walls tighten around him as you gush on his cock, the moan you let out was louder than Jeans you drop your head on his shoulder, Jean soon follows after you his cum painting your pretty pussy white as his cries get muffled by your panites. 

“Shit Jean you felt so good” taking your panties out his mouth, he’s panting has his licks lips the blush on his face never fading, “next time you want a pair just ask for one” you kiss his cheek as he hums in agreement still dazed from his orgasm. You giggle at his response getting up from your bed to clean yourself up. “Wait what you say” 

©Bella2023

[yourlocaltrashcan657]

Mental Hospital AU! Yandere! Attack on Titan x Female Reader

Chapter 6- Meeting Jean

Y/N walked with Hange, reading through the file and memorising information about all of her patients. 

‘Eren Yeager, Armin Arlert, Levi Ackerman and Connie Springer’ 

Approaching the door, Y/N swiped her lanyard only to have been knocked over by the patient inside. Being quick, Y/N quickly grabbed his ankle, forcing him down after her. Thankfully, Hange restrained him and called security quickly.

”Gosh Y/N are you okay?” Hange asked frantically. “Erwin would kill me if you got hurt, do you need first aid? Ice pack? Anything you need?”

”I'm alright Hange, I hit my head but not that bad..” Y/N replied. “Why would Doctor Smith be mad?”

”Oh it’s nothing.” Hange said smiling. “Do you still want to talk with your patient or do you want to head to the next one?”

”I want to meet this Jean Kirstien. He managed to break free for a couple of seconds, I think he can talk with me a for a few minutes.” Y/N said before entering.

The room was just like all the others, boring. She saw a guy huddled up on his bed.

”G-go away.” He muttered.

”Jean, my name is Y/N. I just want to talk to you.” Y/N explained calmly.

”N-no! Stay back! You’re gonna drug me like the last lady aren’t you!?” He asked angrily.

”Jean” Y/N said raising her hands “ I have nothing in my hands or pockets. I just want to get to know you.”

”Well.. what do you want to know?” He asked hesitantly.

”It could be anything about you. Y’know like family, hobbies, friends.” Y/N responded before sitting beside him.

”Well.. I have one friend.” Jean said whilst side eyeing the woman. “His names Marco.”

”That’s nice. Is he a patient here? I haven’t met him yet if he is” Y/N explained.

”No he’s a doctor. But he got moved to Ward 4.” Jean said sadly.

”My friend works in Ward 4! If you want we can get you guys talking again by sending messages to each other.” Y/N happily suggested.

Jean looked at her no longer hiding himself. He was smiling for a split second until he quickly changed his expression back to the original grumpy face.

”You would do that?” Jean asked. “Just for me?”

”If it makes you happy. I just want to help you, Jean.” Y/N smiled warmly before rubbing his back soothingly.

He felt shivers go down his spine at the touch of this magnificent woman. He wanted this moment to last forever but he wanted to talk or at least write to Marco.

Jean quickly got up and grabbed a paper and his pencil and wrote messily at his desk before coming back to Y/N to hand the paper.

”Thank you..” he said, not making eye contact.

”Just don’t tell anyone okay? I don’t want you to get into any more trouble, Jean.” Y/N said before taking the paper.

He simply nodded and watched her leave as she said goodbye and closed his door.

This Doctor wasn’t like the others. Heck she was even better than all of them, even Marco. Willing to do anything he asked for. Yes.. his Goddess.

[pells-beautiful-wife]

MASTERLIST ♥️

ATTACK ON TITAN

reibert

armin

jean

ONE PIECE

zosan

https://www.tumblr.com/pells-wife/740125450096001024/innocent-games?source=share

Zoro

pell

Sorry this is not quite complete but it's the best I can do rn ❤️

[planetsano]

live: now! 💻

SYNOPSIS ✰ jean is lonely and finds himself infatuated with a cute cam couple online.

WARNINGS ✰ nsfw, 18+, cam!au, college!au, camboy eren, camgirl reader, viewer jean, established relationship, rich boy jean, voyeurism, porn, male masturbation, oral (female receiving), penetrative sex, jean is just a touch starved baby who can’t cum to porn bc he needs real love.

PAIRINGS ✰ jean kirstein x reader x eren yeager

WC ✰ 3.5k

Jean has everything a young man his age could ever ask for. Top of his class, excellent grades, enrolled in the internship of his dreams, his family did rather well for themselves causing him to have more than the average person his age would have. He was handsome. Standing at 6 foot 3, fit body with great body proportions and a smile that had men weak in the knees.

He was grateful for everything he had, don’t get him wrong— but, Jean was lonely.

He was no stranger to women though. In fact, Jean’s had his fair share of experiences though nothing has ever come out of it. Dates and mindless hookups seemed to be as far as he’s ever gotten and it upsets him because he wants something of substance— someone to love unconditionally and willing to give love just as much as he does. Jean wanted someone to call his own.

It’s his little secret but, it’s routine for him to stay up in the late hours of the night— laptop open while he rubs at his hard cock for sometimes hours on end. Tonight was no different. His laptop sat beside his hip while his hand worked its way up and down his thick cock. His eyes were locked onto the video playing out on the screen chasing after an orgasm that seemed out of reach.

Jean let a dissatisfied sigh escape his lips— his brows tilting upward slightly when he sees the distant gaze in the actress’s eyes. She was there physically but checked out mentally, bored almost. Her moans were beginning to sound forced and unrealistically high-pitched as the guy pounding into her got closer to his high. It was clear that she was putting it on for the male gaze. Jean’s fist slows down until it comes to an eventual stop, staring at his laptop screen with a look between sadness and disappointment.

“You’re not in love, are you?” Jean asks the actress. He continues to watch until the male pulls out to cum on the actress’s face.

“Yeah, I can tell.” He says before clicking the space bar, pausing the video.

Jean’s head flops down on his pillow. His hand unwrapping from around his shaft letting his cock hit his skin with a soft ‘slap’. He was still hard, his tip dribbling thick and sticky pre-cum on his lower abs as he stared at the white ceiling. Christ, he wanted to cum so bad but he just wasn’t able to. Jean craved real touch— a genuine connection, something of passionate kisses and sensual touches. Romance. He’s spent too many nights like this: pent up, frustrated, and losing his will to chase after an orgasm. Jean could laugh at himself right now, he thought he looked pathetic. Laying in his bed with a leaking cock when there were dozens of beautiful women in his contacts. If he wanted something real like someone else’s touch he could just send a text to any one of them. Some of these girls he met through parties and others through dating apps. But regardless, deep down he knew the attempt would prove to be pointless because he knows the company simply wasn’t enough. It would never be.

A small chime sounded from his laptop making him lift his head slightly to peek at the screen. The previous webpage was still up, the video still paused. The sound came from a flashy popup in the bottom corner of the screen— an advertisement for a popular cam site Jean frequently saw when he’s sifting through the dozens of pages for one video that’ll successfully make him cum.

‘Connect with Real People Today.’

Jean stared at the ad— thinking. He’s never been on a cam site before, only ever hearing about them and seeing advertisements such as this one. There have been a couple of times where he’s watched re-uploaded videos of streams but he’s never attended a live one, interacting and donating before. Maybe it’ll be a breath of fresh air for him.

He glanced down at his cock, whimpering at the sight when it involuntarily twitches.

Why not? It couldn’t hurt. Jean thought as he shifted on his side and propped his weight up with an elbow. He slid his computer closer to him and glided his finger across the mousepad to click on the ad.

Jean watches his screen redirect to the camming website. It gives him the option to continue as a guest or create a new account. He opts to make a new account, putting in his information and credit card information just in case, but he’s not getting his hopes up— he’s not expecting much out of his.

He types his information.

Username: jeankirst00

Password: ponyboy69.

Jean scrolls through the hundreds of ‘Live Now!’ listings absentmindedly. It’s a large melting pot of women, men, and couples— their username, viewer count, and rank all displayed strategically on their profile pictures. It seemed like all of the set pictures were screencaps from their ongoing streams. To be frank, none of it interested Jean. It was the same thing, just people doing lewd things and having loveless sex. The unpleasant feeling of disappointment starting to form in his chest. He’s almost about to click off his browser until he sees something— rather someone(s) catch his eye.

It was a couple. Their username was Eren&(Name), currently ranked at number 6. Jean took notice that their view count was in the thousands rather than the hundreds like streamers. The thing that stood out most to him was their profile picture. It wasn’t a lewd or a screencap, but instead a cute photo. A selfie of what he presumed to be the two of you— It was domestic, it looked as if you two were an actual couple that was happy to be in each other’s presence. In love, even.

Curiosity got the best of him, clicking to join the stream.

Jean was met with you, perched on your knees sitting at the edge of a bed. You wore an oversized shirt, hair styled down and if you were wearing makeup, Jean couldn’t tell because it looked natural. You were effortlessly stunning and exactly his type.

“Where’s Eren?” You pouted playfully while reading the comment. “I dunno, he got all pissy with me before we went live because I wanted to start the stream on time tonight.” You giggled and hugged your Squirtle plushie closer to your chest.

“He’s mean?” You let out a pretty laugh while still looking at the comment section. “Yeah! He is! Should I beat him up? I don’t think I’d win guys he’s way strong.” You say as you rested your chin on the soft head of Squirtle. Your head turned as the creak of a door sounded— smiling at someone off-screen.

“Talking shit, yeah?” A male’s voice asked. His pitch was deep, almost cold but there was just a touch of playfulness to his words.

“We’re not!” You giggled, your gaze rising as the male stepped closer.

“No?” Jean heard the male ask. All Jean could see was a toned shirtless body standing beside the bed while you looked up at him with a dopey smile.

“Mmhm! We were just saying that-“ Your words got cut off by his hand squishing your cheeks together rather roughly. The unknown male leans over and places a kiss on your lips.

“You talk too much.” He mumbled against your soft-looking lips.

Jean’s eyes flickered to the ongoing chat, there were some donations here and there but they weren’t anything more than $50. There was an influx of comments about how handsome Eren was once he sat down on the bed beside you, now fully in the camera’s view. He wasn’t wearing anything but a pair of blue boxer briefs.

‘So that’s Eren.’ Jean thought. ‘Eren and (Name).’

Eren was handsome, Jean could admit it. He was muscular and lean, an obvious sign that he takes care of his body from how ripped he was. Big green eyes that didn’t give away too much emotion giving him this air of mystery around him. Topped off with long brown hair that stopped right above his shoulders. His hair was covering his face and looked slightly damp, the ends dripping tiny drops of water onto his shoulders.

“Do you need a hair tie?” You asked softly while pushing pieces of his hair behind his ear exposing his face.

“It’s fine,” Eren mumbled as he shook his head, leaning in closer to read the stream comments. You clung to him smiling at his side profile while you tugged at his ear lobe.

“You smell good.” You hummed.

“Stop that.” Eren shooed your hand away lazily earning a soft giggle from you before you rested your head on his shoulder.

Jean felt his heart flutter as the two of you continued to interact on screen. In a way he felt envious, seeing you both flaunt and share what he desperately wanted. The domesticity of you two made his heart clench, it was so real. Jean’s hand quickly typed away on his keyboard.

jeankirst00 sent $250! Top tipper!

jeankirst00: Wanna eat her out for us? Let’s see what your mouth can do pretty boy.

hard_Dom1966: fuck yeah, eat her out.

babygirl666: i’m so wet!!

“Oh! Thank you, Jean!” You giggled out as Eren wrapped a single arm around you to pick you up with ease. He tossed you back onto the bed like a ragdoll, your body bouncing up and down slightly on the mattress upon impact. Eren’s lips crashed onto yours with urgency, his big hands massaging your tits through your shirt. You let out a yelp when you felt him pinch one of your sensitive buds between his thumb and pointer finger. Jean’s cock twitched as he continued to watch. Eren lifted your shirt over your head revealing your soft and jiggly tits. There was another surge of donations from various amounts, it seemed that the cap was $100.

Eren didn't waste any time before he was slowly trailing wet and feathery kisses from your lips to your neck, down your chest and midsection until he finally reached the top of your cute yellow cotton panties. His eyes flickered up yours, a silent and subtle way to make sure everything he was doing was okay. Jean could tell you two were a couple that had time in. Jean could tell from the look in Eren’s eyes that he knew your body like the back of his hand. Every little thing that made you tick.

Eren’s long fingers hooked around the hem of your panties to pull them down. You lifted your hips slightly to help him pull them completely off before he tossed the thin fabric somewhere off-camera. Jean watched all your facial expressions, he could tell you were already getting worked up from your cutely furrowed brows and the way you were biting on your fingers in an attempt to hide your heavy breathing.

user09277210: they’re so cute ugh!

voyeurcaptain81: eat her pussy, please.

DomDaddy_717: play with your tits.

DomDaddy_717 sent $60!

Your eyes flicked to the screen upon hearing the donation chime. You smiled and thanked the user before taking your hard and perky buds in between your thumb and pointer finger to roll and pull at them.

Eren was already settled in between your legs comfortably and kissing and marking your inner thighs. You felt the tickle of his breath over your cunt as he moved to your other thigh giving it the same attention. You were growing impatient.

"Rennie... Please don't tease me." You whined.

“What did I tell you about calling me that on stream?” He mumbled looking up at you with a small smile.

He didn't say anything before his tongue took one long swipe against your wet core causing you to whimper out and involuntarily bucked your hips against his face. Eren’s arms wrapped around the outside of your thighs securing you in place hard against the bed. Eren’s tongue flicks at your clit repeatedly before his mouth is completely devouring your cunt like he hasn't eaten in months. It’s messy and passionate, almost like he’s making out with your pussy. Jean spit in his hand, wrapping it around his cock again to stroke himself at a slow pace, his eyes never leaving the screen.

Your hands find their way into Eren’s hair, tugging gently and spreading your thighs wider so he gets more access. You’re beginning to squirm and buck, biting down on your bottom lip with a flushed look on your face.

"Fuck.." Eren pulls away from your core for a second. He's unbelievably hard at this point and pressed his lower half against the mattress rubbing himself against the sheets looking for any kind of relief.

Eren lets go of the thigh closest to the webcam to insert his middle finger in your hole, never once did his mouth leave your clit. He pumped his finger in and out of you at an unforgiving pace before adding one more. You barely have any time to process how good it feels because he’s finger fucking you so fast. You can already feel your orgasm creep up on you. Jean types with one hand while his other continues to stroke himself.

jeankirst00 sent $250! Top tipper!

jeankirst00: cum for him, cutie.

Your moans and cries consisted of Eren’s name and curses. Eren curved his fingers slightly hitting a new spot in you that made you see stars pushing you into your high.

"Eren! I'm cumming-!" Your voice cried out before you felt your orgasm wash over your entire body causing your legs to shake uncontrollably. Eren smiled to himself licking your core in one last long swipe before your hips bucked again. You whined and pushed his head away, not being able to take the sensitivity. Eren crawled back up your body and hovered over you holding his weight with his arms. The donation chime rang again, grabbing both of your attention.

submisstress: I just squirted-

SexyCuck111: they’re both so hot fuck

jeankirst00 sent $350! Top tipper!

jeankirst00: quite the show.

“Jean, you’ve been really generous tonight. Thank you!” You smiled tiredly at the camera still recovering from your recent orgasm. Jean smiled, a warm feeling spreading across his chest seeing your smile.

jeankirst00 sent $100! Top tipper!

jeankirst00: you both deserve it.

Jean continued to watch, seeing Eren lean in close to your ear whispering something the audio wasn’t able to pick up. You looked up at your boyfriend and blinked before he beckoned his head over to a wireless pink keyboard placed at the corner of the bed. Eren shifted to let you crawl over to the keyboard. You typed for a few seconds before Jean’s heart dropped, seeing he received a private message from you.

‘How about a private session? Just the three of us? We’d love to have you. <3’

Accept or Decline?

Without any second thought, Jean accepted the invitation. It took less than a minute for the chat to clear, all the viewers disappearing in a virtual lobby while the session began.

“Hey! Oh- wow..” You trailed off and blinked a couple of times before looking at Eren, who looked at you and shrugged. Jean couldn’t see their technical set up but on the other side of their camera was a large monitor displaying essentially the same thing he saw. There were only some minor differences and options since they were the streamers and Jean was a viewer. Regardless, they weren’t expecting to see a handsome guy around their age.

“Is something wrong?” Jean asked with furrowed brows and a slightly tilted head.

“No, sorry! You’re just, not what we expected.” You say with a shy smile.

“I’m not sure if that’s a good thing.” Jean chuckled as he ran his fingers through his hair.

“It is! You’re just-!” You were visibly becoming flustered.

“We’ve become accustomed to seeing creepy perverts on the other side. She’s trying to say she likes the way you look.” Eren says causing you to cover your face in embarrassment. This was the most Eren’s spoken since the stream began, only ever muttering short sentences or whispering to you.

“Well, thank you. I’m honored.” Jean smiled.

“Have you enjoyed the stream so far?” You ask crawling your way back over to Eren.

“Yeah, I have. It’s been a nice surprise finding you both.” Jean replied.

“I’m glad! What would you like us to do for you?” You asked, a sudden sexy persona coming over you much like the ones he’s seen in porn.

“No, no, you two don’t have to act for me. Don’t do it for me, do it for you.” Jean says softly, a small blush appearing on his cheeks.

“But-“ You were cut off.

“Just, make love for me, please.”

Something in Jean’s voice flipped a switch on the beautiful couple on the other side of his screen. Maybe it was how genuine his tone was, or the touch of desperation hidden behind his ‘please.’ Eren’s lips were on yours in an instant moving in sync with each other so passionately, falling back onto the bed in a spooning position while Eren’s hands groped your breasts from behind. Your hand reached back to touch his face, your lips still connected with his. The sight was beautiful. It made Jean’s cock ache in pain, he needed to cum soon.

Jean watched as Eren tugged down his underwear just enough to free his cock, waistband around his thick thighs while his dick slapped against your stomach. Eren lifted your leg, hooking his hand behind your knee.

“Put it in,” Eren said. You reached between your legs and grabbed a hold of his shaft, rubbing it a few times before slowly easing yourself onto his cock.

“Eren ‘s too big..” You whined feeling the stretch of his girth splitting your cunt open.

“I just ate you out and fingered you, that wasn’t enough to prep you?” He asked, taking it upon himself to push the rest of his length into you. You yelped, hand flying to your clit rubbing at the sensitive bud in circular motions.

It wasn’t long before Eren was slamming into you, his balls slapping onto your skin with every thrust. Jean’s hand wrapped tightly around his shaft matching Eren’s pace.

“Look at him,” Eren breathed out, his hand on your jaw making you look at the honey-haired man on screen. You let out a whimper seeing him fist at his pretty cock. It was as big as Eren's, maybe a little thinner, tip flushed a cherry red while a clear bead of pre-cum oozed from the tip. Eren can feel your cunt pulsate around his shaft.

“Tell him you love him,” Eren says into your ear, you almost look back to give him a confused look but his grip on your jaw feels like it's going to leave a bruise. You choose not to question it but instead so as you’re told.

“I love you.” You moan out, the head of Eren’s dick hitting that perfect spot inside of you. Jean’s cock twitched.

“Again. Say his name.” Eren whispered again, his thrusts becoming rapid and sloppy.

“I love you, Jean!” You cry out, your walls wrapping tightly around your boyfriend’s cock coaxing him to his own high— releasing his cum deep inside of you.

Jean followed soon after, his body locking while he shot his load on his chest and abs, some of it oozing down his fist and running down his ball. It’s messy and he’s certain it's the most he’s ever come in one sitting.

jeankirst00 sent $1000!

“Thank you,” Jean says, breathlessly.

Jean was in better spirits the next morning waking up. He got up earlier than needed, made himself breakfast, and took a hot shower before heading off to campus.

It was a normal day, nothing seemed out of the ordinary until he bumped into someone nearly knocking them over. Luckily, he was quick enough to steady this person before they fell. Oh- it was a girl.

“Woah, easy there,” Jean steadied the smaller framed woman with his larger hands. “That could’ve been really messy. You alright?.” He chuckles.

“Yeah!” The woman giggles, her voice sounded eerily familiar. “I’m fine-” She looks up, her embarrassed smile turning into a look of shock when they lock eyes. It was you, the same girl from last night. The same girl who he nearly fell for through a computer screen. There— right in front of him.

“Are you... (Name)?”

“Jean?”

© all content belongs to rekiri 2021. do not modify or repost.

[mynewlove]

𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐚 𝐝𝐞𝐞𝐳 𝐧𝐮𝐭𝐬 𝐣𝐨𝐤𝐞 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐬/𝐨 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝟐:

characters: sasha braus, connie springer, and jean kirstein

a/n: here’s part 1 with eren, armin, and mikasa!!

𝐬𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐚 𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐮𝐬:

𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐞 𝐬𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫:

𝐣𝐞𝐚𝐧 𝐤𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐞𝐧:

[ererokii]

Heyyyyy, so I just finished the Aot 2 game and was kinda messed up by the ending... sooo in honor of that, could you possibly write something about the reader sacrificing herself to distract the Titans so that everyone can get away safe and she doesn’t come back for a few years? I’d prefer something with Jean but it’s completely up to you! Thanksssss

Thank you so much for requesting, I had a fun time writing this and I hope you love it!

For those that don’t know, this is based off of the Attack on Titan 2 game! This contains some spoilers from the game!

Year 3, 850

Three years of intense training are now behind me as today is the long-awaited graduation. Unfortunately, I could not come in the top ten, but Shadis believes that I have potential. My goal from the beginning hasn’t changed. I plan to dedicate my heart to the Scouts and take out the armored titan myself. 

Y/N

XX, 850

Reiner and Bertholdt escaped, and we were able to retrieve Eren and Ymir. Not long after the fight with them, we gained insight that Wall Sina has been breached. This is it. Now or never. The battle to keep our human race alive was at stake. I will not let defeat take over my body. 

Y/N

Jean’s eyes scan over the series of letters in the journal that belonged to an assumed fallen comrade. Every day for the past three years, it has always been the same routine. 

Get up, train, socialize with comrades and read this journal. 

By now, he wouldn’t be surprised if he didn’t have memorized the whole book. Each inked word seemed to lose its meaning, and its color as the pages began to fade away, just like his hope did. 

The tips of his fingers grazed the rough sheets of paper, a lump forming in the back of his throat. No matter how many times he has read this, he can never shake off the dull aching pain in his heart when he realized he had looked over the last entry once again. 

Currently, he’s sitting in his room, the window open that allows the cool breeze to wash over his body. Goosebumps form on the nape of his neck as he shifts his attention to the walls in the distance. The moon took its place in the sky, the light shining down on the walls as if it were mocking him. 

His tongue peeks out and swipes across his lower chapped lip, hoping that the wetness is enough to moisture them. His fingers continually flip through the pages after the last entry, staring down at the blank pieces of faded white sheets.

The vivid images replay in his mind on the day Wall Sina was breached. Reiner, Bertholdt, and the Beast Titan were all there. The Beast Titan was a surprise to everyone. Out of all the battles, Jean has fought, this one was by far the most blood-curdling. The thought of humanity dying out on that field was enough to ignite a feeling in all the soldiers. 

When Eren and the rest of the scouts defeated Reiner for the second time, there was enough time to take Annie’s crystal back to an underground cellar. But because it weighed more, the horses were at a disadvantage. 

Somewhere in the back of his mind, Jean likes to think that you survived. Maybe you were residing in the new buildings of Wall Maria once the scouts took it back. Perhaps you didn’t want to be apart of the Scouts anymore— then maybe you would be safe. 

The slamming of the door catches his attention as the sound of pants and coughs are heard. 

“Jean!”

“What, Connie?” He sighs and slicks his hair back. “What could you possibly want at this hour?”

“S-Someone’s approaching headquarters! I think it’s Y/N!”

His body grows cold at the sound of your name. “Y/N..?” He whispers underneath his breath, thinking that his mind was playing games. “How are you so sure?”

“The person is wearing the Scout uniform with no horse! We haven’t been scouting outside! It has to be her! It can only be her!”

“That has to be impossible,” he stands abruptly from his wooden chair, stalking towards his comrade. “She’s dead.”

“Weren’t you the one who told us to have faith?!”

“I did. A year ago. It’s been three years, Connie. She’s not coming back.”

“Jean,” he whispers, unsure if he heard right. “We all know you were heartbroken when she sacrificed herself but—“

“She’s gone, Connie!” His arm swings out as his fist collides with the wall, a surge of pain shooting through his arm. “Because I couldn’t help, she’s dead! We were useless! Maybe we should have let Reiner take Annie back so she would be here! But she’s dead!” 

His voice cracks as a lump grows in his throat, limiting the use of words. His nails dig into his palms, nowhere near, causing the amount of pain he felt within his heart. 

Only a few minutes pass as Connie leaves his friend alone, not wanting to upset him further. 

Jean’s mind begins to flood with the memory of your departure. His eyes are squeezed shut as the clear liquid runs down his face, damping the wood of the desk underneath his arms that rest under his head. His grown out hair sways slightly from the cold air that sent shivers down his spine. 

“The horses can’t go as fast with that big thing in the cart! There’s just too much weight!” Connie yelled out as he and Jean steered the horses forward as Titans trailed from behind. 

You, Mikasa, Eren, and the crystal that held Annie sat in the cart. The horses ran at top speed. Your fingers gripped the leather of the journal, nails pressing against the material. 

Your eyes are trained on the hoard of Titans that seem to get closer and closer by the minute. 

“Any minute, they’ll be on us!”

“I know that, Connie!” Jean grunts and glances over his shoulder. The determination in his voice washes away as his eyes widened, face growing pale as he watches you slide the journal into Eren’s hand as he lies unconscious. 

He was no fool to know what you would do. The air is knocked out of his lungs as the faint noise of the gear rings in his ears. It’s like he’s living in slow motion. His mouth opens as he screams out for you, begging to keep you on the cart.

Your alluring eyes bore into his own as your lips curve into a small smile, mouthing something to him as a hook shoots out from its confinement and into a tree, shooting your body forward. 

A hoarse sob leaves his mouth as he sits up, covering his face with his hand as his shoulder shakes violently. Jean can feel himself washing away from reality and falling into the deep void that was his heart as he cries. Each waking second he knows he’s becoming insane.

As harsh as reality was, the man wanted to live in his fantasy world, where you were still aliv—

“Jean..”

His body stifled as he heard the sound of a voice he knew by heart and loved dearly. His pupils are wide in shock as he stares forward at the walls' chipping paint in his room. 

“Impossible,” he trails off in a whisper, hands beginning to shake in uncertainty. “It’s impossible..”

“Jean...turn around,” you whisper into the tense air, walking forward as the creaking of the floors alerted him of your presence. “Please?”

“Maybe I have finally lost it,” his voice comes out in a lower octave as he runs his hand through his hair. “I guess that’s what I get for not sleeping.”

“Jean, it’s me!” You plead as you place your hand on his shoulder, feeling how tense he was under your fingertips. “It’s me..Y/N.” 

“No, she’s dead. I saw her leave us. You aren’t even here. You’re just a figure of my imagination to make me feel better so I won’t wallow in my pity.”

Your heart aches at his confession as you suddenly wrap your arms around him from behind, burying your head in his neck as your hair tickled at his exposed skin. “I’m home now, Jean,” your voice cracks as tears well up, the liquid hitting against him. “I’m back..”

“How can you?” He questions, relaxing upon touch. From a face showing sorrow, it shifted into one of seriousness. “I s-saw you leave us. You can’t be alive..it has to be a joke.”

“I survived Jean..can’t you see?” You press your cold hand against his warm cheek, feeling his warmth radiated off of his face. “I’m here..flesh and blood. I’m alive...I came back to you.”

Jean tilts his head to gaze up at you; his mouth parted as he gazed into your eyes. All the words he had to say now left his mind as his lips became parched, peeling his tongue out to lick them. “You are here..”

“I am!” You laugh through the tears, cupping his face in your hands. “I was in a shelter in Wall Rose. I was injured for a long time before I was able to return here.”

Words couldn’t express how the boy was feeling, only actions. He abruptly wrapped his arms around your torso, bringing you flush against his body. “You’re here now..”

All of his worries and hidden thoughts could now be thrown out the window and buried deep underneath the earth, a place he would never have to reach. You were alright, alive and breathing.

And especially in Jean’s arms.

[wakatvshi]

Hi idk if you're still doing the NSFW links for characters if not then totally ignore this but if you are still doing them do you have any for Connie and Jean?

Hey ask and you shall receive! I’m never not doing them tbh I love doing these literally send a million. NSFW links ahead!

JEAN KIRSTEIN

tell me this isn’t jean?

rough rough rough

i’d die for this. so fast. like okay.

CONNIE SPRINGER

connie acting like it’s his last meal

literally this is the most connie thing in my eyes??? Hello

HE WOULD BE SO DOWN TO LET YOU FILM?

@arlerted because cal’s hard on that connie brainrot.

[levithestripper]

Hello :D can I request an Attack on Titan matchup? I'm a straight girl with an ISFJ personality, I wear glasses and have dark brown eyes and hair with a long curly mohawk haircut.

I'm studying animation so I'm into any type of art but I'm recently learning how to draw anatomy correctly. My dream is to become a writer and get to create my own characters and stories. I love playing videogames, learning languages, dancing and superhero and studio Ghibli movies.

I'm often told I have a resting b!tch face but when I'm talked to I tend to smile a lot and can be a bit shy around strangers. I'm a perfectionist with my studies so I'm often stressed about them and prefer to avoid talking to anyone so I don't say anything mean to them. Thanks!

✩ @your-fixated-lover hi! sorry about how long it took, but I hope you enjoy it! your hair is super cool btw!! ✩

✩ Finished Matchups / Matchup Queue ✩

I match you up with-

✩ Jean Kirstein! ✩

He loves playing videos games with you!!

I headcanon that Jean likes to play story driven games (think the Far Cry series & The Last of Us) and he teaches you how to play those sorts of games if you don't already know how.

When you get stressed out with your studies, he tends to stop at the local gas station and grabs you your favorite flavored slushie, a few cookies or whatever candy you like and leaves then next to you on your desk. Even though you're so absorbed in your work and not talking to him as much, he still reminds you that he's here and taking care of you.

Speaking of taking care of you, he does all the cooking, no buts.

He's okay at drawing, but when you first start dating he pretends to be absolutely horrible at it so he can use it as an excuse to hang out with you more.

For Halloween, Jean dresses up as Mary Jane so you can be Spiderman.

When Jean notices that your rbf face is on, he kisses all over your face until you start to giggle.

He tries to french braid your mohawk all the time but fails due to your hair not being all one length. Yet it doesn't stop him from trying <3

Since you want to become a writer, he eagerly listens to all of your rants about your oc's and different story ideas you have for them.

Lazy mornings with breakfast in bed <333

Constant compliments !!!! He just can't stop telling you how much he loves you and how pretty you are.

[tokeio]

jean kirstein bf texts!!

a/n: this is really short because my brain is fried but i love jean <3 so i present this

[papijean]

behind the lens [5]

previous - series masterlist - next 

chapter summary: Paradis’ hot summers were both a blessing and a curse, just as your experience in the library was

warnings: smut, public sex, fingering, 

word count: 5.3k 

a/n: Thoughts on who it is?? Feel free to spam my inbox lollll. hope you all enjoy xx

Paradis' summers were unbearably hot. By mid-July, it was impossible to stay out in the sun for more than an hour without getting threatened with heatstroke. Even now in March, the heat was scorching. It was enough for you to skip the jeans and go straight for a sundress and sandals. The change of attire was nice from the hoodies you cowered in all winter.

Another midterm was rounding the corner and you were yet to buckle down and study for it. The dreaded Sunday before needed to be dedicated to going over all the material after your week-long procrastination. It was easy enough to forget about the books, much less when you were focused on finding out who Paradis_Finest was and pass your statistics class.

Thankfully, Armin and Mikasa had the same idea about heading to the library to spend their day studying. Even if it wasn't the most fun activity, at least you could spend time with some of your closest friends.

Your backpack weighed heavy on your shoulders as you approached the school's library. Mikasa and Armin were there since early that morning and you were yet to arrive only after lunch. How they managed to be so dedicated to their studies, you had no idea.

They booked a room for the whole day, no distractions meant they could actually get through everything they needed to. It also made it a hell of a lot easier to find them too. Armin had his nose deep in his textbook while Mikasa was lazily scrolling through her laptop like she was rereading her notes for the tenth time.

Both of them perked up at the sight of you - looks like they were getting pretty bored too. However, it was more likely they were excited about the frosty cold drinks you held. Armin stripped off his jacket and only remained in his t-shirt, Mikasa was much the same as well.

"(Y/N)!" Armin exclaimed as you walked into the secluded room. The library was relatively empty as you wandered through trying to find them. "Finally decided to join us?"

"I know, sorry I'm late," you apologized, "but I figured these would make up for it." You handed them their drinks, taking a sip of your own as well. The cold liquid felt heavenly against your hot skin from the weather outside. At least the building was air-conditioned. "Been busy?"

"Not really," Mikasa admitted. "You look nice."

You and Ymir decided to keep Levi's proposition to yourselves. As much as you loved your friends, they didn't need to know about your additional motivation to find your sex tape creator. Mikasa, the smart one she was, quickly found out the truth anyway. She was your roommate, and she could always see right through you.

"Thanks. I figured since it's hot out I may as well start pulling out the sundresses again, right?" You smiled. Your books were pulled out of your backpack and spread out in front of you. The day was already going by so fast you had no time left to waste chatting with your friends with just some small talk.

In all honesty, it was kind of hard to look Armin in the eyes still. After your night with Eren and everything you heard, you only got flustered when thinking about how he probably heard everything. He never said anything about it, nor did he seem bothered by your hookup with his roommate. There was still the looming feeling he detested you for it though.

Sleeping with Eren was the biggest shift your friend group ever saw. Eren's touchy hands were always something part of your history with them, but now that everyone knew you had sex it just felt off. Was it really worth losing your friend to solve this thing? Would you lose your friends over it?

Jean appeared to be the most frustrated with this whole situation. He never saw eye to eye with Eren before but now it was even worse. Every conversation was snappy and hot-headed. He was the entire reason you believed your choice that night was going to split your friends up. Jean was acting crazy and you had no idea why.

"What midterm do you have?" Armin asked. By the way you were staring at your book, it was clear you weren't even reading the pages and more so deep in your own thoughts. Armin was right to think this. Even just an hour into studying and you were bored out of your mind.

"Bio. The prof sucks but her tests aren't too bad I guess," you shrugged. Armin closed his textbook, looking up at you with those bright blue eyes of his.

"I'm pretty much done for the day do you want some help?" He offered. As much as you didn't want to ask for help from him, Armin was a genius and would be such a great aid to you that denying him would only be foolish. "I mean I haven't taken your class but I did take a few bio classes first year."

"That would great, Armin, thank you. Mikasa is that okay? I don't want to distract you." Mikasa shook her head. Once she was in the zone of studying, nothing could distract her - not even Connie and Sasha's arguing. You envied her concentration, it was an attribute she was always known for.

Armin slid your notes over to himself. He glanced down the pages to get an idea about what you were learning about before deciding how he should help you. He turned his chair to face you straight on, gesturing for you to adjust your seat as well.  Before speaking, he cleared his throat and took a sip of the drink you bought him.

"Ready?" You nodded.

Armin listed off questions and definitions for you to answer. He was patient when you couldn't get an answer and kindly offered assistance when you were so close to getting it right. His ability to adapt to a class he never took was incredible, along with asking just the right questions to make you wonder how well you actually knew the material.

He held the cutest little laugh when you were overly proud of getting an answer right. The more questions you went through, the more confident you got. You would have never gotten this far along without his help.

For the first time in a long time, you were genuinely focused on your studies. You were worried about the next party or your constant obsession with Pradis_Finest. Armin held your entire attention and he was determined to put it to good use. Even Mikasa seemed impressed by your intense studying.

Armin's questions gradually began repeating themselves. He went over the ones you barely got the first time and saw improvement the second time around. Within hours, he whipped you into shape for this midterm.

Your feet eventually propped themselves up on his chair, and his on yours. The new slumped position had you both slacking off on the questions and more so just chatting. Mikasa gave up on her own studying and joined you guys. It was nice getting to spend time with them without Eren there.

You didn't feel the pressure of his gaze nor the wandering hands against your skin - not that you minded either of them. However, the change of pace was nice, it was rare to see the duo without Eren. Even if they were all completely different.

Your laughter at Mikasa's joke was suddenly cut off by the door to your study room being pulled open. Jean stood at the entrance with his backpack over his shoulder. You didn't realize he was planning on studying with the three of you - not that it mattered much. However, Jean was the worst person to study with next to Connie. Both of them were incredibly distracting.

"Hey, guys!"

"Jean," you smiled up at him. If you thought you were going to get any more studying done earlier you certainly weren't now. Even if his intention was to study with you, he easily got himself distracted. Nonetheless, with Armin's help, you felt great about your midterm. "What are you doing here?"

"Geez, is it really that hard to believe I'm here to study?" Jean joked. He took the spare chair beside you and scooted it close. His chin rested on your shoulder, his arm lazily thrown over the other as he read over the notebook in your hand. You could feel the heat radiating off of him from his time outside. "Bio? Sounds boring."

"It's actually pretty interesting," Armin piped in. He seemed to be enjoying helping you study - not only did he get to learn some stuff himself but it was satisfying to watch your knowledge grow along the way. "What do you have to work on?"

"A paper," Jean sighed, leaning back in his chair. A chill went down you with the loss of heat. Jean was rarely this touchy with you - but you had noticed this entire week he was like this. Hand on your shoulder, sneaking by with his fingers pressing into the small of your back, even a random hug from behind.

"I still need a final source for it and the only place I can find it in this maze of a library," Jean explained. Of course, there was no other reason he would want to be here on a Sunday afternoon. "Then I just happened to run into you guys. Looks like you're ready to tap out for the day."

"We've been here since nine," Mikasa nodded. She looked exhausted, too. "I think I'm going to go to the gym before going home though. Still have a little bit to do here."

"Yeah I'm ready for a nap," your yawn was perfectly timed. Armin pulled his legs off your chair as you stood up to stretch. Jean happened to realize you were wearing a dress since walking into the room, his eyes lit up in the most subtle way. You couldn't deny it was nice having a pair of eyes stuck on you.

"Nap sounds great," Armin admitted. His shoulders were sore from sitting in those chairs for so long. Some tea sounded great too but the hot weather was deterring everyone from such a scorching beverage.

"Want to join me?" You winked at him. Armin's face flushed completely red at your joke. He feverishly shook his head at the idea. You and the others couldn't contain your laughter towards him, only make him more flustered. He stuttered over his words, trying to think of something to save himself but it was only making it worse. "It's okay Armin, I'm only teasing."

"I-I know," his cheeks were still lit up. He hid his face in his hands, hiding his fluster from his friends. Out of everyone, he was the easiest to get worked up like this. You chuckled again. "Stop!" He whined.

"Alright, alright. I guess I can't bug you too much you did just help me all afternoon," you stopped. It was so easy to tease him, Armin got flustered at every little thing. His cheeks would flush pink and he got the sweetest little stutter. "What about you Jean-Boy? Need any help finding your last source?"

"That would be great, actually," Jean grinned. You felt as if there was something else hiding behind his smile. Whatever it was, it made your stomach lurch - and not in a bad way either. Jean always had a kind smile for you, but this was different. He held a look in his eyes that made you wonder what the hell was going on in his head. "I hate finding books in this damn place it's impossible."

"Tch. Last year I spent an hour looking for one. Damn people working here were no help," you agreed with him. It was much easier finding books online than it was in person, yet sometimes you held no other choice. Jean looked just as displeased as you did with the thought of spending an hour for just one source. "Are you guys staying here? We can take our stuff otherwise."

"No it's fine, we can wait until you come back," Armin assured.

You followed Jean out of the room and into the general direction of where his book likely was. As you walked, he listed off the details of what he needed so it was easier for you to find. It sounded like one of the blandest books in the entire section. The two of you scoured the shelves, looking for this stupid book of his.

The library was cleared out even more than when you first arrived. The few people that remained were all hunched over their textbooks and deep in thought or huddled up in one of the rooms you and your friends were in. The silence was eerie and only the ventilation sounded throughout.

All the words on the spines started to blend together the longer you searched. It had to have been nearing twenty minutes since you started looking for it. A loud sigh left your lungs, followed by Jean chuckling at your frustration. You felt your cheeks warm as he looked over at you.

Finally, like the holy grail of books, you found the damned thing. Unfortunately, it happened to be up on the top shelf where your eyes could see and your arms could not. The tips of your fingers could just barely touch the spine of the book, but not enough to get a grip on it and pull it down.

Jean heard your struggle before he saw it. You stood up on your toes, arms stretching as far as they could go. The hem of your dress followed your reach, lifting high enough for the already short material to ride up and just barely show off the curve of your ass. It was enough for Jean to be hooked.

Why does Jaeger get to be the only one with a taste?

Jean stalked over to you. His tall height easily reaching the book he was looking for the whole time. However, as he grabbed it, the hand closest to you rested on the small of your back. The heat of it burned through the material of your dress, just as Eren's touch did to you. The small action made you freeze.

Even worse, as he brought the book down, his hand slid down as well. His palm grazed your ass, fingertips just barely touching your bare thighs. It was quiet enough for him to hear the breath in your throat hitch and you swore he could hear your heart rate too. One touch from him and you were ready to shut down any form of rational thought.

Your eyes darted down to his hands. Long, nimble fingers, veins protruding from his skin in the most elegant way. Jean's hands... you swore those hands were familiar. They reminded you all too much of the ones you watched so expertly get women off in the middle of lecture halls. They reminded you of the ones that belonged to Paradis_Finest.

But Jean? He never showed the signs of arrogance you expected from the one behind the camera. Eren protruded the kind of confidence needed to pull something like this off, just as most of the football boys did like Connie's theory. Jean always held himself high and mighty, but never enough to go around making these sex tapes.

The other day Jean knew exactly what video you were watching from a single screenshot in just a glance. It barely took him a second to recognize what you were watching. No one would pick it up that fast unless they watched it several times over - or they were the ones to make it. Jean didn't seem like the kind of person who would watch porn in public - which he would have had to with the timing of the release.

Was he Paradis_Finest?

Or more so, if he was - did he plan this all along for you to be his next tape? The last tape was in Levi's office, what was to say the next video would be in a place where there were clearly people around? Was he getting riskier, or did this just happen to be a coincidence?

The sweet, delicious prize Professor Ackerman offered up to you made it even easier to want to find out the truth. If it was Jean, this was your only chance, and you couldn't waste it even if it meant you were going to be the next upload people watched on repeat.

Jean hovered at your side, no longer dragging those delicate fingers along your backside but refusing to move away. It seemed he was waiting for you to move or say something, anything to give him a hint of what was going on inside your mind.

"Jean," your voice was barely above a whisper. His tall frame face you straight on, trapping you between himself and the bookcase. The cold metal pressed against your spine, but it wasn't the reason for the chill running down your body. "I-I."

Why the hell were you so nervous? How was this any different than being with Eren? He was just as close a friend. Maybe it was because Jean never held a particular interest in you as Eren did. So why was he now? Because you slept with Eren? Or was it some other reason? You only hoped the reason was that he was the man you were searching for.

"You look so pretty in that sundress," Jean planted his hand on your waist. His thumb glided over the soft material of the dress, just barely catching the underside of your breast in his action. You forced air into your lungs as your nerves continued. "All dolled up just for studying? Hmm?"

"It's hot out," you finally managed to get a proper sentence out. All you could focus on was how his hands burned through your dress. They edged higher and higher until the palm of his hands was nearly right on your chest. Your own hands shook at your sides. In a bold move, you hooked your index fingers into the belt loops on his jeans and pulled him closer towards you. "Is this what you want, Jean?"

He was taken aback by the sudden confidence in your voice. The shaky look in your eyes changed to one of determination in a split second. A playful grin toyed at his lips.

"We're in the middle of the library," Jean reminded. His hands no longer rested on your upper half, instead, he played with the hem of your dress. It didn't take him long to slip them under, palming your thighs while he waited for you to say something. As empty as it was in the building, you still feared watchful eyes - especially those of your friends waiting for you in the study room.

The second he touched your bare skin you didn't care about the people anymore. His touch was like lightning zapping at every nerve in your body. Jean wasn't like Eren, he didn't ooze cockiness but he was just as confident in his capabilities. You were curious to see how his traits would transfer to something like this.

"Gonna have to be quiet then."

"That's too bad," Jean went higher on your legs. He never took his eyes off of you, waiting to see when your strong facade cracked again. He pried your legs apart, just enough for a cool draft to shoot right to your core. Jean's finger grazed over the increasingly wet material. Barely a touch and you had to force back a whimper. "Eren always talks about how pretty your moans are, I really wanted to hear them for myself."

Tch. So he did talk about your night with the rest of the guys. It shouldn't have come as a surprise he always liked to show off. Maybe that was why Armin still couldn't look you quite in the eye - he knew everything Eren hyped up about your night was true. He never every moan, plea, and beg that came past your lips all because he was the unfortunate roommate.

"He's such a bragger," Jean continued. His scorching fingers nipped away at the hem of your underwear. It's nothing compared to the heat you're emitting, the absolute wetness threatening to drip out of you. You can't deny the idea of doing this where people could hear or see only excited you more. "Always talks about how he could pull you, think it's time to prove I can do better than him. Is that what you want? Hmm?"

He waits for you to give him an answer before going any further. It's polite of him, knowing even if you're showing all the signs of wanting this - your mind might say otherwise. The abruptness of it, the location, the timing, all of it was whirling around and screaming at you to say no. But the chance that your connection with his beautiful long fingers and the split-second recognition of that video left you needing to say yes. Your body and mind wanted this.

"Please," you whispered. Jean's whole demeanor changed. No longer the playful tease, but a lust-filled predator with eyes only on you. He wasted no time with you, continuing his journey past your underwear to get to the real prize. Jean hummed with content as his fingers slid between your slick folds.

Without hesitation, he slipped a digit in. You were so welcoming for him, so eager to take whatever of him you could into your warmth. He wanted to take you right then and there with how well you were taking just his fingers. Denying you wanted exactly that too would have been foolish.

"Come on pretty girl, I wanna hear those famous moans of yours," Jean encouraged. We worked at a slow, leisurely pace. His motions were hindered by the restriction of your underwear and it was clear he was growing more and more frustrated with it. Even then, even with barely get a chance with you, you were so close to giving him the noises he wanted.

Your teeth dug into your lip, head tilted back and resting on the metal shelf behind you. Jean took the opportunity to attach his lips to your exposed neck. His lips were soft but his actions were anything but. Sharp nips and bites were left on the tender skin of your neck. Each time he dug his teeth into you, he could feel you tighten around his fingers.

Jean was marking you up like you were his property. You knew damn well why too, he wanted to make sure Eren knew exactly what he did to you. He wanted him to know he wasn't the only one who could make you beg for more. By the rate he was going, he was going to be right there too.

"Jean," you whined. Your fingers were tangled in his thick hair, tugging at the roots as you tried to control yourself. Have to stay quiet. "S-so good."

His lips pressed to yours with a sudden change of pace. Your core missing his touch instantly, enough to finally get one of those desperate whines he wanted to hear. His face lit up with a sinister smile. He latched onto your panties, pulling them down your legs and shoving the flimsy material into his pocket.

He earned himself complete access to you. The flowy dress wouldn't stop his determined hands, not that you wanted him to quit at this point. Again now you were here to find out if he was Paradis_Finest and you found yourself too consumed in pleasure to even care about it anymore. Twice you fell for this trick.

"Come on, Jean, please," you whined. He danced around where you wanted him. This was what he craved, to see you plead for him, and then to watch you cum. This was all he was here for, to get the satisfaction of watching you get off on his fingers and prove he was just as good as his friend.

"Not even afraid to beg in the middle of a library huh?" His voice was low. The thrill of potentially getting caught only got you hornier for him. Having someone hear you, have your lewd sounds engraved in their mind for the rest of the day, god that was all you wanted. You wanted to be what others thought about at night.

"Just - ah, god! Please, just wanna feel good."

"Don't worry, sweetheart. I'll make you feel better than anyone could."

Your dress barely covered your lower half. If anyone were to walk by, they would definitely see your sopping cunt. Was this how he felt every time? The excitement? It made it easier to understand why he did what he did.

Jean propped your leg up on the second shelf of the bookcase you leaned on. The elevation made it easier for him to glide his finger back through your folds.  He was good at this - so damn good you had trouble holding back your moans. If he wanted to hear you, the opportunity he took was a wasted one. Then again, maybe he thought this was the only one he could get - or if he proved himself he would get another chance.

"Ah! Fuck," you gripped his shirt as if it was the only thing keeping you up. The squelching noises Jean was pulling out of you were filthy. The sounds were nearly as satisfying as your voice to him, this was how wet he could get you without his cock. There was no better satisfaction. It took everything for you to be silent.

"Nah-ah, not allowed to go hiding on me now," Jean chastised as you bit your lip to hold back sounds. He curled his fingers within you, hitting a spot he was yet to find until now and making you mewl with utter pleasure.  To make matters even more difficult, the base of his palm ground into your clit, igniting a second wave of pleasure over you. A shameless moan emitted, one that was certainly loud enough for people to hear. "That's it, sweetheart."

When you threatened to let out another, Jean pressed his lips to yours. As much as he wanted to hear every one of your sounds, too many and you'd get caught. It wasn't a risk he was willing to take - not when he still hasn't gotten to see how pretty you look when you cum. Not to mention he was trying to hold back a moan himself - the way you clenched around his fingers, the feeling went straight to his cock.

"Jean! fuck, please, please I'm so close," you cried out into the crook of his neck. Everything about you he was completely entranced by, your warmth, your walls, the quiet whimpers you tried to hold back, all of it. He could understand why Eren was bragging, you were incredible and he barely even got a taste.

"Are you sweet girl?" Jean sped up his motions. He adored the struggle you were going through to keep silent in the library. You were yet to catch the attention of watchful eyes, though, in all honesty, he wouldn't even mind having someone watch as he got you off. Watchful eyes were something he not only hoped for but encouraged. "Feel so good on my fingers, wonder how nice this pussy would feel around my cock."

Your nails dug into his biceps, leaving little crescents in his skin that came close to breaking the skin. Sweat beaded along your forehead both from the heat and the pleasure Jean was so effortlessly giving you. Every thrust of his fingers edged you closer to your release, every curl bringing out a breathless whine just for him.

He did the same combination as previously, the tips of his fingers curling up to hit your most vulnerable spot and the heel of his palm digging so preciously into your sweet bundle of nerves. The action alone was enough to bring you right to the edge, and his words of praise and encouragement were enough to push you right off.

"That's it doll, fuck you're so perfect. Wanna feel you cum, wanna make you feel good," Jean whispered to you. You fell into his shoulder as he brought you to your peak. Waves of pure pleasure filled your body. You wanted to give him the loud, shameless moans he deserved, but couldn't bring yourself to let it out in public like this.

Instead, your teeth sank into his shoulder, pathetically muffling your loud moan. The vibrations rumbled through his body as he continued to ride out your high. This was what he wanted, to see you fall apart just for him - and fuck were you incredible while doing it. He was encased in you, understanding now why Eren was so eager to brag.

A line of drool went from your lips to the place you were biting his shoulder as you pulled away. Your face was flushed, eyes still lidded with linger amounts of your high running through you. The pad of Jean's thumb delicately worked against your clit, fingers still deep inside you but unmoving. Even the small jolt of pleasure had you whimpering again.

"You're really not as innocent as you look, (Y/N)," Jean smirked down at you. He pulled his hand away from your sensitive cunt, admiring how your juices ran down the back of his hand. Your eyes stayed on his as he brought them up to his lips and pushed his digits past them. "So sweet."

"Jean-"

"There you guys are!" You swore your heart nearly jumped out of your chest at the sound of Armin's voice. He looked between you and Jean with curious eyes, though said nothing about why you were so close or why both of you were entirely flushed. Had he come even two minutes earlier he would have seen exactly what you were going. "Uh, you were taking a long time, Mikasa and I are headed out."

"Thanks, Armin," Jean became perfectly composed in seconds. He acted as if nothing just happened and this whole time you really were searching for his source. That kind of composure only came with practice - something Paradis_Finest would have lots of. "Took us forever to find this stupid book."

Armin glanced down to your neck that was likely littered with marks. Even if Jean made himself believable, the evidence was there. Nonetheless, he didn't question what you were up to - he'd already heard enough from Eren, the last thing he wanted was to hear more from Jean. The two would be in an all-out war for who did the best.

With a single nod, he left the two of you alone, a light pink color on his cheeks as he did so. There wasn't enough time for anything else, Armin already solved your lie and likely was on his way to tell Mikasa before they left the library. Jean's pleasure was one-sided, though it didn't seem like he minded at all.

If Jean was Paradis_Finest, you'd know in less than a week's time with a new video being uploaded. All you had to do, was wait. Or, if you were lucky enough, Jean would come crawling back for a second chance before any video was uploaded.

"Do I get my underwear back?"

"Not a chance."

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[folklorelise]

It is now Levi’s turn to turn into a baby!

MASTERLIST

Three different ideas I had to write!

-          Levi as a teen (physically, after Kenny) but still with his adult mind

Levi had to work late as usual, so it was not uncommon for you to go to bed alone. What was more unusual for you was to wake up alone. You dressed up and looked around Levi’s office, but he was not there. Someone knocked on the door and the door opened on Erwin.

“Hey,” Erwin greeted you, “mh, we got a little issue over there, in my office.”

You followed the commander back to his office and found Hange there with a little boy.

“Who’s that?” you asked Erwin.

“You can turn around you know.” Erwin said to that boy.

You could only gasp when you saw him – he looked just like Levi.

“Is that…?” you whispered to Erwin.

“Yes.”

“I can hear you.” Levi said.

“How did that happen?” you wondered.

“We don’t know, probably my fault though.” Hange admitted.

“What now? What do we do?” Levi asked. “I can’t work like this. Why are you smiling like this?” Levi glared at you.

“You’re so adorable.” you cheered, “I’ll take care of your work don’t worry.”

“Maybe you should stay with Y/N, you know until you go back to normal.” Erwin suggested.

Once the both of you were back in his office, you sat at his desk with Levi on his desk.

“Don’t mess my paperwork.”

“You know,” you started, “it is really difficult to take you seriously like this.”

“Start working instead of staring at me like this.”

You were working on his paperwork while he was checking your work in case you were making any mistakes. When it was time to eat, Levi refused to go to the mess hall because he did not want anyone to see him like this.

“You could bring the food here. I’ll wait for you, now go.”

In the mess hall you took two trays and put food on it, but you were obviously struggling to take he both with you.

“Squad Leader Y/N?” Jean asked, “do you need help?” he proposed happily.

“Yes, just help me bring these to the captain’s door please.”

Jean took one of the trays and you both walked to Levi’s office.

“I’ll take this,” you took Levi’s tray in your other hand, “can you just open the door please?”

Jean nodded and opened the door for you and gasped loudly – he saw Levi, a mini version of the captain. Before Levi could say anything, Jean run away apologising for intruding.

“I told you to come alone!” Levi complained

“Eat your food, I’m sure he didn’t see anything. I mean… you’re just as shor–.”

“Don’t even dare to finish that.” Levi cut you.

Jean on the other side never run that fast. He found his friends, out of breath.

“What happened?” Armin asked.

“I- I think the captain and squad leader Y/N,” Jean stuttered, “I think they have a secret child together!”

“What?” Eren questioned him.

“I just saw the captain’s replica in their office. A mini captain! It has to be their child.” Jean explained.

They spent the whole afternoon trying to catch a glimpse of secret child, but none of you left the office.

“Maybe we could climb that big tree over there,” Eren pointed a tree not too far from Levi’s office, “and try to see them from their window.”

They all climbed on the tree but neither of you were in Levi’s office.

“Where are they?” Reiner wondered.

“Oh look!” Eren shouted, “they’re here!”

“Ooh.” they all said at the same time when they saw the captain.

“I can’t believe it.” Mikasa voiced speechless.

Very soon, the whole survey corps knew about that supposedly child. Rumours were flying as fast as Levi when he spots a titan. For dinner, Levi told you to eat with Hange and to bring him food once you were coming back to which you agreed to. Hange and you walked together to the mess hall.

“Did you hear what they’re all saying?” Hange asked.

“Who? About what?”

“Riight, you spent the whole day with Levi. I don’t know why but they’re all saying that tiny Levi is your secret child with the captain.”

“WHAT! Oh no! Wh– No, no, no!” you cried, “this is a nightmare. Although, it is just a rumour, right? No one actually saw Le–,” you paused, “Oh noo, Jean did. “

“What now?” Hange asked you.

“I don’t know. Hange, what do I do?”

“It’s just a silly rumour. One person saw him and the rest of them did not. It’s fine.” Hange reassured you.

When you walked in the mess hall, everyone was staring at you. Hange had to push you to your table because you were just standing there.

“Y/N,” Erwin said, “I can say something if you feel uncomfortable.”

“I– it’s mh… I don’t know.” you responded staring at them. Hearing all of them whispering between them.

Erwin stood up and everyone, naturally, stopped talking. Erwin wanted to tell them that what they heard was not true, but he did not know how. Hange stoop up and looked at Erwin with a look that said, ‘I got this’.

“Y/N does not have a secret child with the captain!” Hange simply said before going back to eat their meal.

That made them stop talking for the night, but they were not convinced by it. They wanted it to be true because who does not like drama. When you went back to Levi, you told him what was happening.

“A secret child?” Levi asked astonished.

“What do we do?”

“What do you want to do?”

“Tell them that you’re actually the captain, not our child. It’s not like this never happened before, and I’m sure this won’t be the last time either.”

“Fine.” Levi agreed after seeing you all panicked about this. “I didn’t know having a child with me was such a repulsive idea.” Levi said before leaving for his room.

“What? No!” you protested, flowing him. “It’s not! I just didn’t want you to feel uncomfortable about this.”

“Right.”

“It’s going to be weird to say this to a kid, but I love you Levi!” you smiled. “Don’t even think about me not liking the idea of having a child with you. Now let’s continue this conversation once you grew back because this is getting uncomfortable.”

-          Levi as a baby before his mother’s death

The next day, you went to Levi’s room expecting an adult Levi, but you only found an even tinier silhouette than before. He woke up confused and stared at you.

“Hey,” you said, “do you know who I am?”

He shook his head no and rolled up in the blanket. You slowly walked up to him and smiled.

“What’s your name?”

“Levi.” he answered, “you?”

“I’m Y/N.” you smiled.

“Where’s my mom?”

“Oh. She is… she is working. I’ll take care of you in the meantime.”

“Ok.” Levi smiled a little before rolling himself up in the blanket even more.

“Are you cold? Or hungry?”

He did not answer you and just stared at you.

“Mom said we don’t have enough money for food. Where am I?” Levi looked around suddenly scared. “I don’t have any money. Please.” he then started to cry.

“Hey, it’s fine, you’re safe here.” you told Levi. “I know your mother.” but Levi continued to sob, “Her name Kuchel right? She– She has black hair like you and she’s beautiful, just like you.”

Levi stopped crying and stared at you, wiping his tears away with his shirt. He was in his adult size tee-shirt.

“I’m hungry. Does my mom have to pay for it later?” Levi asked you shyly.

“No, it’s free here.” you picked him up and hugged him tightly, “let’s go grab some food okay?”

He nodded and put his arms around your neck and rested his head on yours. Everyone already finished eating by the time you arrived, so you directly went to the kitchen. You took a piece of bread and gave it to him.

“I’m going to prepare some soup for you okay?” you put him down and he sat down eating his bread. “Do you want some water?” you offered once the soup was cooking.

You gave him a glass of water and he smiled at you.

“Thank you.”

“You’re welcome.”

He ate his soup.

“You should eat slower; you’re spilling the soup everywhere.”

“Sorry.”

“It’s fine.”

“WHO’S THAT!” Hange yelled.

Levi run under the table and hugged your leg scared.

“It’s Levi.” you told Hange.

“Hi!” Hanged greeted Levi smiling which only made him hug you tighter.

“You’re scaring him.” you said.

“Oh. Well, I’m leaving, just wanted to check up on you.”

“Finish your soup now.” You told Levi once Hange left. “Come here.”

You took Levi and put him on your leg and started to feed him. Once he finished his food, you went to his office. You started to work on some of his paperwork and Levi would just sit beside you silently. You wondered what he used to do during the day.

“Levi.”

“Mh?”

“What do you want do? What do you usually do?”

“I help my mom clean sometimes.”

“Do you want to clean?”

“No.”

That was a first coming from Levi. For the whole day Levi just sat there silently. At some point his head rested on your leg because he fell asleep. You took him and put him on the couch with a blanket. You sat beside him and started to work again. Levi was peacefully sleeping with his head resting on your thigh. At night, Erwin went by because Hange told him what happened to Levi.

“He’s adorable.” Erwin said once he saw Levi sleeping.

“I know right!” you said cheerfully.

Levi woke up because you moved. He stared at Erwin smiling and pointed a finger at him.

“Big.” Levi said smiling.

“Yes I am.” Erwin said picking him up. “Let’s all go eat alright?”

Cadets were constantly coming to your table to hug Levi. No one knew it was their captain and no one knew where he came from, but they were all smitten by him. Levi did not mind the attention and smiled at everyone.

Levi was getting tired of talking to people, so he came to you and put his arms around you.

“I want to go home to mommy please.” Levi told you.

“Okay.” you whispered. “Let’s go home.”

You grabbed your coat and took Levi with you and left the survey corps headquarters. You walked around a bit outside until Levi fell asleep again. Then you went back home with him. You put him to bed and lay down with him.

-          Levi as a baby after his mother’s death (before Kenny)

Once you woke up, no one was around you. You got up and found Levi sitting in a corner of the room, curled up on himself. He was skinnier than before, and his hair was longer too. You did not know what to do.

“Levi?”

He looked up at you and hold himself closer than before.

“Do you remember me?” you asked him cautiously. You did not know how his mind was working after all these changes, so you wanted to make sure.

“Y/N?”

“Yes, that’s me.”

“My mom. She’s dead.”

“Oh.” you did not know what else to say. “Mh– I’m sorry.”

Levi then stood up and went straight where you were and hugged you. You had no idea what Levi went through, you knew he used to live in the underground and that his mom died when he was younger. But you had no idea how little food he had to be this skinny. You remembered when he still remembered who he was, he had so many cuts and injuries everywhere.

“Why are you crying?” Levi asked you.

“I– I’m not.” you said wiping your tears away. “Let’s go found you some decent clothes and then we’ll find Hange okay?”

You gave him some of his clothes that were too big for him, but he did not protest. Then you went directly to Hange’s office and opened the door.

“What do we have to do to bring adult Levi back?” you asked your friend.

“I don’t know, I don’t even know why it happened in the first place. I’m sorry.” Hange explained. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah, well I guess I’ll let you get back to work then.”

“No stay! Levi can help if he wants.”

You looked at him, but he stayed close to you still holding your hand. He shook his head and reached out his arms so you would pick him up.

“Aren’t you too old for this?” Hange asked which made Levi blush.

“Hange!” you scolded them.

“Sorry! What I meant was… mh – I’ll get back to work now.”

You started to help Hange working while Levi just stood there looking at you both working. He tried not to move too much because he did not want to bother you. He sat on a chair and waited for you to be over so you would bring him to eat something. But neither Hange nor you seemed to be hungry. After a few hours of doing nothing, Levi started to get bored and wandered around Hange’s office/lab. Without doing it on purpose, he stumbled across a box and fell over a cupboard.

“Levi! Are you okay?” you ran towards him worried.

He hit his hard so hard that he passed out.

“I’m bringing him to the infirmary.” you told Hange.

The nurse told you to get him some rest and if he had any more problems once he woke up, then you should come back. You took him to bed and left to work in his office. You went to eat when you noticed that it was already dark outside. You ate at your usual table with Erwin, Hange and Mike with their respective squads. You did not forget to get some food for Levi and went back to his office. When you opened the door, Levi was at his desk, back to normal.

“You’re back.” you said with a smile.

“Yeah, what happened? I vaguely remember turning into a teen but then–” he was interrupted by you throwing yourself at him.

“I’m so glad you’re back,” you cried in his arms, “I saw how you–”

“It’s okay,” Levi whispered, “I’m here now.”

“You were a kid and then you kept changing and then – your mother died, and you were – you looked so tiny and fragile, it just broke my heart!” you whimpered.

“Thank you for taking care of me then.” Levi said smiling at you. “I love you.”

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looking at pictures of baby jean makes my heart hurt so bad like

HE LITERALLY JUST MISSES HIS MOM HE WAS SO HAPPY AND LOVED AS A CHILD AND NOW HES GOING THROUGH SO MUCH AND I LOVE HIM THIS MAKES ME SO SAD