#jean attack on titan

[eli0004]

Making Out With The AoT Men

Contains: Eren, Jean, Armin, Connie, Levi, Erwin, GN! Reader

Synopsis: what it’s like to make out with the AoT boys

Warnings: Slight Nsfw suggestion

Let me know if you all want me to do a more detailed version for any of them.

Eren Yeager is eager. He feels everything intensely, and that includes love. He’s holding your face in his hands, or tangling his fingers in your hair, all but climbing on top of you. He likes a lot of tongue, so his kissing is sloppy, and he’s so quick to become aroused. Eren wants all your attention on him, and you can bet that his is on you. Someone could walk into the room and say words to him and he’d be none the wiser. He gets so lost in the feeling that he quite literally sees nothing but you.

Jean Kirstein is passionate. He’s a hopeless romantic and he loves to be loved. When you’re making out with Jean, his hands will hover until you give him the go to touch you. His brows are tightly knitted together, and he just wants to pull you closer against him. Another one that likes his hair tugged on, but not too hard. Jean is all about gentleness, he values loving touch. If you’re ok with it, he will softly grab at your hips and thighs, not to squeeze or smack, just to touch you. To feel the warmth of your body underneath his palms.

Armin Arlert is soft. So so soft, his fingers in your hair, his blue eyes hazy and full of adoration. He’s humming softly against your lips, and he whispers little “i love you’s” in between kisses. His hands are soft, his lips are soft, the pink heat spreading over his cheeks is soft. You can run your fingers through that thick, silky blonde hair, tug a little at the roots and hear him whimper. He gets worked up too easily, his hips are softly raising off the couch cushion to find some relief. Honestly i’d say he’s in top 3 best AoT kissers.

Connie Springer is lazy, but not in a bad way. He could spend all his time wrapped up in blankets with you, safe inside, just basking in each other’s affection. He smiles a lot between kisses, so you’ll accidentally kiss his open mouth and he’ll just giggle at you as you scoff at him. His eyes get all droopy and he moves slow and deliberately. You make him so happy he can hardly contain it. Another one on the list that will blow your mind with his kissing skill.

Levi Ackerman is nervous. No matter how many times you make out with this man, your close proximity never fails to make his heart skip a beat. He does get comfortable quickly, however, and he’ll reach out and grab onto your forearms or search for your hands to hold. I like the idea that Levi is endearingly awkward, he doesn’t always know what to do and he likes for you to lead. But his head absolutely swims with love and desire, sometimes he’ll flutter his eyes open briefly just to look at you and soak in the feeling of being held so close. It took him a while to become comfortable with french kissing, but now, from time to time you’ll feel the tip of his tongue poking gently at your lips, and who are you to deny him?

Erwin Smith is just happy. He’s simply content to be in your embrace, letting out happy little sighs between your kisses. He’ll confidently place his hands on your thighs, squeezing gently, or traveling up under your shirt. His hands are so big and warm, calloused against your back and he’s so sensual with his affection. His hair becomes all disheveled and messy and the content expression on his face, the adoration in his eyes is so attractive, you cannot resist this man. Best kisser out of all of them.

[jeankirsteinsgirl]

lemme at jean pinning you down and manhandling you with his muscles, with overstim, dacryphyllia, and like multiple rounds 🤩

this is right up my alley

jean was a sweet guy, really, but you could never tell that by the way he was relentlessly pounding into you, all the filthy names he would call you. Overstimulating you until you cried because he new if you really wanted him to stop you’d use the safe word.

No- no you likes this- you liked being treated like a toy for him to use at his disposal- you liked the control he had over you. It was all consensual of course and he made sure you knew what you were getting into every time always asking “you sure baby-“ and “we can stop anytime you want” before tying your hands behind your back.

Once dominant jean took over it was like a completely new person a different look of lust covered his eyes, you swore they darkened from that sweet honey color into an almost black brown. he looked down at you through those pretty lidded eyes lust flooding his psyche as he walks imagined all the depraved things he could do to his sweet girlfriend.

Tonight he had you on your knees, back arched, hands tied. He would pounded into you relentlessly with the thwack sound every time his hips met yours his eyes locked on the soft jiggle of your ass. Inbetween strokes he’d reach down to grab and spank you going as rough as he wanted. Did it sting? maybe? but did it also feel intoxicatingly good? absolutely.

“f-god jean t-too much” you whined pathetically tears forming in your eyes as he pressed your head down in to the bed “too much?” he scoffed “if i remember you were just. *stroke* begging me *stroke* to fuck you like this. isn’t that right baby?” he borderline teased as his thick cock stretched you out in ways you couldn’t imagine. His thick beefy arms had you pinned to the bed, sweat dripping of of his forehead as his abs flexed with every thrust. “oh come on baby don’t tell me you’re already too fucked out to use your words hm? i asked you a question.” he said his head leaning in close to your ear as his hands grabbed your hips tightly- never halting his powerful strokes deep into your pussy.

“heat that hm?” he says with a cocky smile “sounds like you like it don’t you” your pussy squelches around his cock betraying your words, your arousal covering his base more and more with each thrust “yeah i know you like this shit” you felt almost too good to register what he was saying let alone form a response. Jean always eats you out before he fucked you, like the gentleman he is so needless to say you’d already cum multiple times and your brain was turning to mush. Tears threatened to crash over the crests of your cheeks because the pleasure was just that good.

Jean had suck a perfect cock, perfect length, nice and thick, perfectly curved to hit that delicious spot inside of you that had you cumming in mere minutes. “I know that feeling baby- you gonna cum?” he said smirking keeping his same pace “good girl just like that baby cum on my cock” he encouraged leading you to lose control and cum again for the third? fourth? time tonight but he was far from done with you. “fuck ya squeeze me so fuckin right like that” he said eyes squeezed shut as he pulled out of your sobbing pussy before flipping you over.

he sat himself on the bed and positioned you on his lap facing away from him. he took the inside of your knees under his elbows and spread you out all pretty for him. “you gonna take it nice and deep for me- cmon baby don’t cry i know you can do it” he said before kissing your neck softly- the sweet side of jean only momentarily poking out before he slowly started teasing your entrance with his dripping cock. “j-jean p-please” you whine, even though you just came you need him, to feel him inside you. “aw someone’s a needy girl today huh baby” he says before fully inserting himself inside you nice and deep the way he last does. your eyes roll back into your head as his fat cock begins bullying its way in and out of your sweet pussy. he brings one of his thumbs down to toy with your clit while he fucks you like a slut. “god baby you feel t-too good. taking me- s-so well” he began to stutter his tough persona faltering slightly as he got closer.

but he wasn’t done he continued pounding into you and playing with your clit rubbing and squeezing the way he knew would have you falling apart- sometimes you swore he knew your pussy better than you do. you felt your stomach tightening once again at your impending climax “f-fuck jean im- oh my god” you whined and shut your eyes as your climax began to take over your body. jean of course helped you ride it out the whole way making sure not to slow his pace and continuing to play with your pretty little clit. your pussy clenched tightly around his cock before you came all over him, your warm liquid squirting out of you as you squirted in his cock.

“holy fuck baby that’s so fuckin hot-“ he said eyes squeezed shut as he approached his orgasm, cock putting in and out of you faster this time, harder- his hips hitting yours at an almost bruising intensity before he sheathed himself deliciously inside of you “god i’m gonna fill you up- make this little pussy mine” he whimpered before he shot thick hot ropes of his cum deep into you making sure to thrust it back up inside and not waste a single drop.

he soon pulled out and ran to the bathroom to get you a towel, sweet jean bow making his return. “i’ll get the water going if you wanna shower” he smiled cheesily.

[crazychaoticizzy]

Heyyy it’s my birthday today, can you write a fluff about Jean drawing his fiancé while she’s asleep? And she wakes up and he’s all shy about it LOVE UR WORK 🤗❤️❤️

While You Were Sleeping

a/n: of course i can. thank you so much and happy birthday!! i hope it was a good day filled with good things for you and that this next year is prosperous! this prompt is so cute too i was smiling so big writing all this.

NOW PLAYING: “While You Were Sleeping” | Laufey

JEAN KIRSTEIN X READER

CONTENT: fem!reader, domestic fluff, a lot of kissing

WORD COUNT: 1.4k

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Jean always woke up earlier than you. Armin anyways needed him for something, and he preferred to be ready by the time he or another soldier came knocking on his door requesting him. It tired him out often.

On the rare occasion that he knew he wasn’t going to be called (such as today. He’d requested the day off since it was your birthday), he didn’t like sleeping in. No, in the early mornings when the golden sun rays filtered through the curtains in just the right way, he enjoyed admiring you.

And sometimes, though it was more often than not, he would pull open the drawer of his nightstand and retrieve his sketchbook and pencil. He couldn’t help it—he knew you were pretty, but every time Jean realized just how gorgeous you were, he felt the need to capture the moment. He needed to preserve your image any time he thought you looked exceptionally stunning to him.

His favorite time to draw you was in these early mornings, when you were sleeping and he had time to spare. The first time he drew you like this, he had convinced himself it was creepy. But he had since come to love the peaceful look of your sleeping state. The crease between your eyebrows was smoothed out, and your face relaxed into the most organic version of yourself. Jean thought you were beautiful in the morning rays, snuggled under the blankets.

He never showed his drawings to anyone. Not even you knew he did it. It was something he kept to himself—small moments of time he froze in his own artistic way.

A faint smile graced his face as he moved the pencil across the paper. He’s drawn you so many times by now that he could do it with his eyes closed and still capture your likeness perfectly, but he liked looking at you. He liked following the lines of his pretty fiancée’s face. He liked admiring you in the early morning.

Jean didn’t notice when you started to wake up. He’d shrugged off the soft breaths and movement as you readjusting in your sleep, and got startled when he looked up to find that your eyes were open. You gave him a tired smile.

“Good morning,” you said, your voice laced with sleep. You noticed the pencil he held, and nodded towards it. “What’s that?”

Jean instinctively closed the book, placing both hands on top of it to prevent you from reaching forward and snatching it out of his hands. “It’s nothing,” he said.

You noticed the tip of his ears turn pink. That happened when he was hiding something, you’d noticed.

“If it’s nothing then why are you hiding it?” you teased. You readjusted in the bed so you were propped up, your weight resting against your arm. “Come one. What is it?”

“It’s nothing, my love.” He set the book somewhere behind him and leaned forward, planting a soft kiss on your lips.

You hummed against his mouth, a feeling of contentment washing over you. When you tried to pull away to say something, Jean chased your lips and kissed you again.

He wound up laying back down with you, his warm body pressed against your soft one beneath the blankets. He held you close by the waist with one hand, the other cupping the back of your neck so you kept kissing him.

You chuckled against his lips, pressing your hand against his chest to push him away. “Don’t distract me, you tease.”

“I’m not.” He grabbed hold of your hand and intertwined your fingers, pinning it above your head. He leaned down and kissed you again, this time placing soft pecks all across your face and neck. “God, you’re so beautiful,” he said against your skin.

You were smiling so widely your cheeks hurt. Jean had always been affectionate, but the early mornings when he stayed home were probably your favorite. Sometimes he would hold you against him and the two of you would lay with each other’s hair. Other days he would grab your hand and kiss each of your fingers individually, mumbling sweet words to you between each kiss.

You liked when he kissed you like he was now, though. It made you all giddy and smiley. It was probably your favorite way to wake up.

Jean hovered above you, his gaze flitting over all the details of your face. There was a soft smile pulling at his lips, but he leaned forward to give you one last kiss before you could say anything about his love struck gaze.

“Happy birthday, baby,” he whispered against your mouth.

You thanked him and smiled, lifting a hand to thread your fingers through his hair. “Y’know what I want for my birthday?”

“Hm?”

You lifted your head so your lips brushed against his ear. “For you to show me what’s in your notebook.”

Jean let out an amused breath. “No.”

You groaned, dramatically pushing him off you and propping yourself up on your arm. “Why not?”

“It’s private.”

You scoffed. “Please. We’re getting married in two months and you have the audacity to say it’s private?”

He shrugged, reaching for your hand. “I don’t make the rules.”

“You’re terrible. Terrible and stubborn.”

He laughed, lifting your hand to kiss your knuckles. “You love me.”

“I shouldn’t. Not when you keep secrets from me.”

“Are you upset because I’m not giving you what you want for once?”

You scoffed again. “No.”

“You totally are.”

“You’re delusional and full of it.”

“Such accusations.” Jean clicks his tongue against the roof of his mouth before he sits up, his hands gliding up your arm. “All I’m trying to do is show you my love.”

“You’re keeping secrets.” You pull your arm away from his, but instead Jean practically lifts you from the bed and maneuvers off. He starts walking toward the bathroom as you let out an exasperated sigh, hanging your head back. “You’re lucky I love you.”

“So lucky.”

You rolled your eyes as he perched you atop the counter and watched as he switched on the shower. As you waited for him to strip you down and pull you into the shower, you tried to devise a way to see what was in that notebook.

You would see it if it was the last thing you did in your lifetime.

So, while Jean was busy brushing mousse through his hair and styling it so it dried correctly, you snuck out of the bathroom. The plain black notebook was still on his nightstand, the pencil neatly placed on top of it. You set the pencil to the side and opened it, softly gasping at the sight of the first sketch.

It was of you reading a book. Jean had drawn a soft smile on your face and added a note in the margins. Isn’t she so beautiful? it said.

On the next page, your back was turned as you cooked. Your hair was tied out of your face and the sleeves of Jean’s hoodie were pulled up and above your elbows. I’m going to marry her was written to the left of the drawing.

You flipped a couple more pages, concluding that the notebook was made up exclusively of you. You paused at the sight of one in particular—the only one you were aware of before your fiancé drew it. It was the only time you had ever posed for him, the night he proposed. You were holding up the heart shaped doily that had been placed between your teacup at the fancy restaurant, the most notable thing in the illustration being the ring on your finger.

She said yes!

When Jean came up behind you, he snatched the boom out of your hands and snapped it shut, holding it out of your reach.

“Nosey,” he said. “You’re so annoying. What if this was my diary?”

You laughed, even more when he placed his hand over your face and pushed you to sit on the bed as he hid the notebook away. “It basically is.”

Jean flushed as he sat beside you, feigning an upset expression. Yet he held onto your thigh. No matter how upset he actually might have been, he always needed to touch you.

You leaned forward, a cheeky smile on your lips as your lips brushed against his ear.

“You are so down bad,” you teased, your voice coming out as a whisper.

“Shut up.”

You laughed and kissed his cheek, knowing that no matter how often you teased him for loving you so much, you returned those feelings with the same intensity.

i had so much fun writing this. i tried getting it out on your birthday so you could enjoy it as a present! thank you so much for requesting and happy birthday again 💜

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[fizziedoodle]

dating jean

[zeketarion]

random aot headcanons that are far from canon

- yelena has an accent, i can definitely see her with a russian accent

- bertholdt loves funnel cakes, he tried learning how to make them himself but it didn't really work out

- jean struggles a lot with his handwriting but is too embarrassed to ask anyone for help

- levi loves knitting, he even taught gabi how to knit

- annie also has an accent, though i can't pinpoint what accent would be best on her

- zeke coughs a lot to the point where it's painful for him, it's due to his smoking

- mikasa is afraid of vampires, eren told her and armin a scary story try while they were on a camping trip and the story has haunted her ever since

- porco hates the summer, he hates sweating and he hates the burning hot sun, marcel is the opposite

- eren & armin like holding hands, mostly due to the fact that arming gets really nervous sometimes, everyone (connie and jean) think it's weird but eren could care less

- erwin loves planting flowers, especially with his dad, ot's how they bond

[st4r-strucck]

am i the only one who noticed that Jean has the best eyebrows out of the Aot men

[levisfootstool]

Jean X Reader

WC : 645

TW : Bathroom sex, unprotected sex ( dont do this ) Cum in mouth

18+ : MDNI

You cant even remember how you got in the position you were in right now. Maybe it was the teasing glances or the lingering touches. The flirty tone you used when you talked. Either way you were now chest down on the bathroom counter, skirt pushed up. Underwear long discarded, your knee hiked up on the counter next to you allowing the cock being pumped into you to go deeper. Jeans cock. 

"Fuck, your so tight. Takin' me so well" His hand trailed up your back to your neck, gripping it in his large hand he snapped his hips into you harder. Your hand flying to your mouth to stifle your moan in response. "Sshh princess, don' want everyone to hear you do ya" he slurs out. You shake your head no. All your friends where down stairs right now watching the movie the two of you excused yourself from. You can feel every hard inch of him dragging against your plush walls. 

Approaching the edge you feel the coil in your stomach tighten. "Pl..please Jean" you moan out. Your hand flying to grip the edge of the counter. "Look at me" he grunts out as he pumps in and out of you. You lift your eyes to the mirror, eyes connecting with his. "Wana watch that pretty face when you cream all over this cock" he says with that cocky smile you have fallen in love with. His thrusts become more urgent, hitting the spongy spot inside you. After three more thrusts you are sent over the edge. "Nghaaa" you cry out as you feel your walls pulse around him. 

He doesn't slow down at all, your walls trying to milk him as he pounds into you. The sound of wet skin slapping against each other fills the bathroom. "Fuck Jean" you moan out "tooo much" you whimper as he over stimulates your already abused cunt. "Fuck almost there baby" he grunts out. You can feel the tip of his cock twitching inside you before he pulls out all the way. Letting go of you, you drop to your knees on the floor. Before you can even catch your breath Jeans hand in tangled in your hair pulling your head back. 

Your met with the tip of his large cock, his hand feverishly pumping his length "Open" he grunts out through gritted teeth. You comply, opening your mouth and sticking out your tongue. He slaps the red flushed tip of his dick on your tongue two times before hes exploding. Letting out a loud whinny moan as he pumps his release on your tongue. You try as best you can to keep it all in your mouth but he cums so much. Some of it drips down the side of your chin before your able to close your mouth and swallow. All while holding eye contact with him.

"Fuckkk" he breaths out as he towers over you, his hands on the counter to help support himself. His eyes trailing all over you. He reaches down, slipping his thumb over your lip, collecting some of his spilled cum. As he pulls back you grab his hand, popping the didget into your mouth and sucking his release off his finger. "Shit baby" he says before leaving down to mash his lips to yours. After a few seconds you pull apart. You smile before speaking "We should get back-" before you can finish there's a bang on the door followed by Connies voice. "Guyyyss! Come on I have to pee. Go fuck somewhere else pleaseeee" 

You both look at each other before laughing, as Jean tucks his cock away back in his pants. "Well fuck, we've been found" you joke. He gives you a small laugh "Well lets listen to him" He smirks "I want all of you, let go back to my place"

[missbubblesoda]

oh the overwhelming need to imagine aot characters as hp characters

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[eclecticwrites]

I love the idea of Jean cooking for his friends when they're sick, tired, injured, etc. It makes me so 🥺🥺🥺

[eli0004]

Fuck me With Feelings

Pairing: Fwb!Jean Kirstein x reader

Genre: Smut

Summary: Jean and reader have been casually fucking, but Jean quickly learns that the whole no strings attached thing isn’t working for him. After confessing to reader, he’s unsatisfied with her response, but neglects to say anything and resumes their meetups as usual. He quickly finds out how badly he misunderstood, when the two of them engage in some very heavy, passionate and emotional sex on the kitchen floor.

Contains: marijuana usage, fem!reader, unprotected sex, fwb arrangement, praise, slight overstimulation, jean talks too much, biting, possessiveness, pining, jean is in love and SO soft for reader, fluffy shit, yk…the usual, no power dynamics.

“Wait…grab me the salt” You speak, lowering the cookbook to look at the tall male standing in front of you.

“Salt.” Jean announces as he sets the small white shaker on the counter beside you. You nod curtly, glancing at him out of the corner of your bleary red eyes with a smile as you turn back to the mixing bowl in front of you. Time is moving in slow motion, and all you can think about is getting some food in your stomach.

“Thanks. Now, it says we’re supposed to pour the mixture into the pan? Wait…shit, aren’t we supposed to butter the pan first?”

The two of you look at each other in shared confusion for a moment, before he begins laughing. You scoff in annoyance, rolling your eyes and shoving the cook book towards him to see for himself.

“Jesus Jean, can you be serious for 5 minutes?” You glare. The sandy-blonde stops laughing and looks at you with an unreadable expression, brown eyes glimmering with mischief before you both erupt in laughter.

As the giggles die out, he pokes at your side, causing you to jump in surprise, before stepping away from the counter.

“Alright alright, out of the way.” He sighs happily, taking the bowl from your hand. “Just leave it to the professional.” He turns up his nose, grinning playfully, as you roll your eyes and groan at his feigned arrogance. You slap his shoulder as you move away from the counter to change the music playing through your kitchen speaker.

It’s a Friday night, and the rain is coming down in sheets, slamming against your windows aggressively. Jean, dressed in a pair of grey sweats and a black oversized hoodie, had come over earlier in the evening as he has so many times before, although this time in particular, different from the rest. His demeanor had seemed slightly off, and it was clear something was on his mind, though he only seemed frustrated when you’d initially prodded.

The two of you had been seeing each other for months in secret, having mutual friends who would tease you both relentlessly if they found out you two were fucking. Because that’s all it was anyway, just harmless fucking. No strings attached, just blowing off steam. There wasn’t any need to announce it, and the both of you would’ve rather kept your business to yourselves anyway.

As time went on, however, Jean found himself hopelessly in love, having accidentally attached all the strings you’d told him to leave unattached. Your twinkling eyes, your sweet smile, the first thought he thinks in the morning, the last one of the night. Unbeknownst to him, the feeling was mutual, and you’d also quickly found yourself wanting to spend more time together outside of the bedroom. Earlier that morning, in a burst of courage Jean had texted you:

“i don’t think i can keep fucking with no feelings. I’m sorry…i just don’t know how to turn them off.”

Without much thought, you typed out a response:

“Ok…fuck me with feelings then. Duh.”

And that was that. He wasn’t sure what to make of it, stomach in knots all day, and a permanent frown etched onto his face. He felt defeated, stupid, for thinking he could stay away from you even if you didn’t feel the same.

The day progressed as usual, Jean arrived at your place 8 PM as usual, the two of you got violently high together as usual. By midnight, hungry and handsy, the two of you ended up in the kitchen trying to follow a recipe for skillet gnocchi, despite your altered cognitive abilities.

“Professional” Jean Kirstein is actually pretty good at cooking when he isn’t stoned out of his mind. But the task at hand is proving to be difficult now. The man stares at the skillet on the stove in confusion as you flip through your Spotify playlist. Recognizing the silence, you turn to him and glance over his shoulder.

“Everything ok over there?” You ask, raising a brow.

“Nothing is happening.” He states, matter of factly.

“Did you turn on the stove?”

“Oh..” He blushes furiously, thick brows pulling together as he scratches the back of his neck in embarrassment. “Well, shit” You immediately burst into laughter, slapping his shoulder a second time, affectionately.

“Wow! So “professional” of you!” You all but shout, doubled over against the counter and clutching your stomach. He rolls his hazy honey brown eyes, unamused at your exploitative jokes.

“Yeah yeah, whatever.” He grumbles, turning away from you to find the stove dial. You sigh contentedly as your laughter subsides.

“Oh Jeanbo~ you’re so fucking cute…” you hum mindlessly, gazing at him with a dopey smile.

…

Jean freezes. It’s the first time he’s ever really heard you say something like that, and the affection dripping from your words has his stomach fluttering and his mind reeling. It’s unfair, really, and it irritates him. He turns to look at you in surprise, brows furrowed, eyes meeting yours before he looks to the ceiling. His reddened cheeks puff out as he contemplates a response.

“Uh…you mean that?” He asks, suddenly feeling vulnerable. His eyes scan your face for any signs of dishonesty, wondering if you might be playing with his heart to get what you want from him. The way you’ve been speaking to him tonight is so drastically different than how you’ve been treating him for the last few months. Not that you’ve been treating him poorly, you’ve just never been this open about how you feel towards him. Your words feel deliberate and meaningful whereas before you’d only compliment him like that when your eyes were lust-blown and your hands were all over his body.

“Obviously, i thought we established that this morning” you deadpan, head tilting to the side.

“No, not really, i actually had no idea what to make of it.”

There’s a moment of silence as you two stare at each other, before the realization hits and you begin to feel guilty. Had your message not been as clear as you’d initially hoped it would be? Unsure of what to say, you close your mouth. Jean takes your silence as confirmation, and sighs, shoulders slumping dejectedly, quietly turning back to the stove to turn it on.

Thinking for a moment, you frown, drawing shapes on the countertop with eyes cast down like a kicked puppy. Wiggling out of your seat, you approach him where he stands at the stove, gazing up at him with a soft, nearly sympathetic smile. He doesn’t dare look at you, afraid his burning face will betray him, knocking down his mask of fragile-aloofness.

“Jean…” you tilt your head to the side, hair falling over your shoulder. Bringing a hand to his back, you draw slow, gentle circles there. He shivers, but his silence is unwavering. “Baby~ you know something?” You hum.

Jean glances at you and shrugs, tossing some stuff you don’t care to look at into the pan.

“I think you’re so handsome. I think you’re adorable, and goofy, and sweet. I think anyone would be lucky to be the object of your affection. I feel lucky that i get to be…” you coo at him, your hand dipping below his hoodie to scratch his bare back, how he likes it. He can’t help but smile at your words, blinking slowly as he turns to look down at you, your faces only a few inches apart from each other. “Yeah?” He whispers “go on”

You snort, rolling your eyes playfully at his blatant request for praise, and reach out to click the stove off, having a feeling about where this was going to lead.

“You’re funny, you always make me laugh…“ you whisper “You’re strong” squeezing his bicep slightly with your other hand, you rake your eyes down his body. “So sexy~”

The man’s cheeks are impossibly red, his head is spinning and his body feels like it’s burning up as he listens to you sing his praises. He glances down at your lips, nearly nose to nose with you as he grins. “What else?”

You smirk, beckoning him to turn and face you head on and pressing your body against his own. Your hands place themselves on his chest as you murmur “You’re all mine.”

Something feral snaps within him and he all but attacks your lips, pinning your hips against the counter with his own. Your hands scramble to grab onto the fabric of his hoodie, desperately yanking at it as you peel it off of him. Your lips dance together fervently, pressing against each other with such passion, as if he’s worried you’ll slip away from him if he doesn’t hold you tightly enough.

He shoves his hands under your college sweatshirt, running his warm palms over your bare breasts and brushing his thumbs over your peaked nipples. His touch draws a sharp gasp from your mouth against his lips, and he swallows the sound of it.

You lick against his bottom lip and he accepts it urgently, parting his lips and moving his eager tongue in rhythm with your own. Tangling your hands into the roots of his sandy blonde hair, you push your hips forward to grind against his erection and he throbs, soft, sweet groans muffled against your lips.

Jean grips your waist tightly, pulling you against him as he backs himself up against the counter, sliding down to the floor. Pulling you on top of him, he settles you against his lap, tossing his head back when your lips attach to the column of his throat.

“Fuck baby…fuck” he gasps, feeling you sucking bruises into the skin. All visible places, and he knows why. The possessiveness, the feeling of finally belonging to you, it sends waves of intense arousal coursing through his bloodstream. Every movement you make, grinding your hips down against his hard cock sends his mind reeling with pleasure, senses wildly heightened by the pot in your systems.

“Gonna tell everyone that you’re mine baby, i’m so…fuck- happy you’re mine” he groans, guiding your hips to move against. You gasp softly at the friction, becoming increasingly wetter by the minute.

You pull away and quickly shimmy out of your pants, as best as you can while straddling the man’s lap. He brings his fingers down, eyeing the cute panties you wear before yanking them aside to collect your arousal on his fingers.

“Fuck..you’re so wet for me, all for me” he growls as he dips his slick digits into your pussy. His fingers are long, nimble, and curl up deliciously into the spongy spot inside you. You moan softly, feeling every inch of his middle and forefinger in places that your own fingers could never hope to reach.

“Oh god..Jean~ Fuck me” you moan out, rutting against his hand. He slides his fingers out of your hole, rubbing them against your clit and covering it in your own arousal. Tossing your head back, you groan at the loss of internal sensation, but you have no time to be disappointed as you hear him eagerly yanking the waistband of his sweats and underwear down to let his aching cock spring free. He’s leaking more than you’ve ever seen, precum dripping down the slit of his sensitive head and collecting below his navel.

Leaning in for another eager kiss, you swat his hand away and wrap your fingers around his shaft. He’s so deliciously thick, you can almost feel the stretch, the memory of it causing your cunt to throb. Biting his lip gently, you give him a few languid strokes, spreading the sticky precum over the length of him and guiding him to your entrance. His mind is hazy, he jolts as the sensation overwhelms him. You feel different this time, though he can’t pinpoint why.

You slide his tip through the slick folds of your pussy, before enveloping him in your wet warmth. jean nearly chokes on the strangled moan that erupts from his chest as you pull away from the kiss to toss your head back, breathing out a soft “fuck”.

His hands eagerly grip your waist, guiding you up and down on him slow and passionate. The pleasure coursing through him is building quickly in the form of an impending, earth shattering orgasm at the very core of his abdomen. The coil in his tummy, while not unfamiliar, is seemingly more intense than it’s ever been, he won’t last long. Why is he getting close so fast?

Suddenly it occurs to him as you bring your lips back to his own, kissing him passionately, and packed full of raw, unfiltered emotion. He feels wanted, he feels loved, he feels complete. Perhaps it’s the intimacy of having himself sheathed inside of you raw for the first time, it must be. Sex with you has never felt so intense and fulfilling than it does in this moment.

Your hips are moving quicker now as you chase your orgasm, every inch, every ridge, every vein of his length stroking your insides like it was hand crafted to fit there. Feeling your legs tense up, and your stomach begin to tighten, you throw your arms around Jean’s neck and pull him close, biting down on the muscle of his broad shoulder as you cum impossibly hard, eyes rolling back with a loud moan. He snakes his arms around your waist, holding you tightly there as he snaps his hips up into you, slamming into your cervix like his life depends on it. The feeling of your teeth in his skin threatens to push him over the edge.

“Baby! Right there- oh god keep doing that, don’t let go of me!” He rasps against the shell of your ear, and as you sink your teeth in deeper, mewling softly at the overstimulation, Jean cums with such intensity, he thinks he might ascend. More and more spurts out of him, and his body convulses with every rope of it, lurching him forward to moan loudly, muffled into your hair.

The sound of ragged breaths and sharp gasps echo off the kitchen walls as you both come down from the high of your orgasm, bodies tangled together and unmoving. After a minute, Jean’s hand finds itself in your hair, running his fingers through it affectionately. Something he’s wanted to do for a long time. He gazes down at you with adoration replacing old lust, smiling softly as you pull back to look at him.

The two of you stay that way for a minute or two, just panting against each other before he speaks.

“So…uh- does this mean-“ he glances down at the floor and then back up to meet your eyes.

“You’re never gonna get away from me” you grin, plopping down against his chest in exhaustion as you giggle slightly. He bites his lip, excitement bubbling up in him like a little kid, as he holds you tightly.

“Why would i ever wanna?”

[jeankirsteinsgirl]

Hi babe! I saw your post about sending requests! What about Husband!Jean who is absolutely head over heels for his wife. Like he still gets giddy whenever he sees her and still flirts with her as if they aren’t married. 😭 it’s so cute!

Husband!Jean headcanons

Summary: Jean being a sweetie as your husband!!

CW: lots of fluff, maybe a little suggested smut, not much.

Husband Jean who loves to do acts of service for his beloved like making you breakfast in bed on the weekends, running you a warm bath, giving you massages when you're on the couch, bringing you flowers home as soon as he can

Husband Jean who wakes up before you and lets you sleep while admiring your beautiful sleeping face, just thinking about how lucky he is to sleep next to you

Husband Jean who pulls a blanket over you whenever you accidentally fall asleep on the couch, being sure to tuck you in and kiss your forehead

Husband Jean who insists he hates your silly little shows but watches and comments on them the entire time

He'd pretend to be looking at his phone and glance up when you're not looking until you catch him watching intently making little comments every now and then on what's happening until he asks you to watch it with him

Husband Jean who drunk texts you about how much he loves his wife lmao

"Look you're really sweet I'm sure but I'm married" in response to your text asking him when he was coming home later

Husband Jean who buys you whatever you want whenever you want

you tell him you don't need him to, and you don't want to be spoiled but how could he not spoil you when you're so perfect

Husband Jean who comes up from behind you and wraps his long arms around your waist while you're trying to cook dinner for him

"You're so beautiful you know that baby?" while pressing a kiss to your temple

Husband Jean who insists you look better without makeup, even when you tell him that's not necessarily a compliment

Husband Jean who brushes out your hair after your shower

Husband Jean who tries to do all the chores around the house because he thinks you're too pretty to work

Husband Jean who would go out of his way to bring you coffee at work just because you were feeling a little stressed

Of course he remembers your coffee order and he would write a cute little message on it before delivering it to you

"Got this for you honey, just a little pick me up"

Always touching you lol loves holding your hand, playing with your hair, smelling your scent when he hugs you, loves when you lay on him, picking you up, hugging you.

Still flirts with you like you're dating

'"Hey gorgeous how 'bout you and me go on a little date later hm?" "Jean we're married... and we live together."

Husband Jean who doesn't even notice any other women, if he dated anyone before you ha can't remember

You're his one and only and he absolutely worships the ground you walk on

Husband Jean who secretly smells your perfume when you're away because he misses you so much

And of course, if you're away for a while he would write you handwritten letters detailing how much he adores you

Husband Jean who has a big boy job and makes lots of money so he tries to convince you to quit you're job because "Pretty girls shouldn't have to work"

Always wants to kiss you even when it annoys you

Just brushed your teeth? Kiss. Got super drunk? Kiss. Just woke up? Kiss. Trying to eat your dinner? Kiss. In the middle of drinking the coffee, he bought you? Kiss. He can't get enough

Husband Jean who worships your body both sexually and non-sexually.

Loves watching the way you walk, the way your face crinkles when you laugh, loves the feeling of your small fingers intertwined with his, loves how soft your hair is.

Would kiss every inch of your body and has

When you're "making love" as he calls it he would just worship you the entire time

Husband Jean who still gets all flustered and embarrassed when you tell him you want him

Husband Jean whose face turns all red and turns away when you take your clothes out in front of him because he wants to be respectful

Husband Jean who puts your pleasure first of course

"You're so fucking beautiful baby, how did I get so lucky?"

"God you have the most perfect tits I've ever fucking seen."

"You're so gorgeous under me you know that? You know how pretty you are?"

Drives you around everywhere, you're the passenger princess of course

Opens every door for you whenever he can

Knows all of your favorite things and gets them for you whenever you're feeling down

Let's you cry on his chest and holds you tight while he wipes away your tears with his tough fingers.

[crazychaoticizzy]

Oh nothing…… just thinking about the way Jean’s eyes look so pretty when the sun hits them just right when you wake up in the morning, reminding you of whiskey and honey. They’re just so pretty and tempting, especially in the early morning when he’s not quite awake, leaving lazy kisses on your collarbone while his lashes brush against your jaw.

Just thinking about the way Jean’s pretty hazel eyes widen slightly when he finds you flipping through his sketchbook—specifically the one he uses to draw you in. He panics just a bit before he notices the faint smile on your face as you admire each and every drawing, oblivious to his presence. When you glance up and meet his gaze, his eyes soften and he goes to stand next to you.

Thinking about the way he looks at you when he’s turned on. Lidded eyes clouded with lust, his hand on your waist to draw you closer no matter where you are. Or the way he looks up at you when he’s eating you out, his hand resting on your thigh to keep your legs spread as he continuously dips his tongue in and out of your wet hole.

Oh, and the way his eyes unfocus when you give him head or ride his dick. He can’t help but softly whimper when you take him fully, your hands trailing across his thighs or carding through his soft hair. You notice he goes slightly cross-eyed at times, his pretty hazel irises becoming thinner as his pupils dilate.

Just thinking….

AOT Masterlist

[saintkiri]

summary: you felt numb after eren walked through your apartment door. you thought you would never find love again..well..eren wasn’t love. it was everything BUT love. he used you and ended up cheating. you have so many questions that you know you’ll never get the answer to. after a night out drinking with friends..you ended up finding love just outside the door where you watched eren leave.

content warnings: cheating, smut (begging, multiple orgasms, spanking, unprotective sex (wrap it before you tap it!), aftercare) toxic!eren, mentions of therapy, praying to God, anxiety, throw up (?). if i miss anything, lmk :)

wc: 5.6k

author note: …so it’s been 2 years since I’ve actually written and posted something. I meant to post this almost 2 years ago & I promised you guys I would post it & I never did. but, life was crazy and I am still adjusting. Anywhos, don’t expect much from me writing. I am glad to be back even tho I’m not 😭

part one (pls read so this can make sense)

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When Eren walked past that door, you felt like you lost a piece of you. The last thing he told you made you feel even more stupider than you have ever felt. 

‘The moment I laid my eyes on her, I stopped loving you.’

That sentence kept repeating over and over again. 

You closed the door, and fell. Your back sliding against the door until you were sitting on the ground waiting for the tears to come. But, they never did. You were so numb and shocked, that you couldn’t shed a single tear. 

Your life and emotions relied on him. He made you feel everything you craved. 

It didn’t make sense. He stopped loving you the moment he laid his eyes on someone else. 

What made her so perfect? 

Eren would always made comments saying that you were the girl of his dreams. How could he say all the right things just to cheat? 

You lost track of time, you sat against the door in silence, watching the apartment go from dark to light. You were so numb, you couldn’t sleep. It felt like he drained every emotion out of you with a sentence. All it took was one sentence to change you. 

The memories of you and him kept running pass your thoughts. As you watched time go by, it was as if the ghost of you and him were running through the apartment. It hurt. You remembered all the laughs, all the times where he made your heart feel so warm and full. 

But now, how can your heart go from that feeling over never ending lust to feeling cold and empty?

~~

It’s been about six months since Eren. It’s been hard to say the least. For the first month, you couldn’t even recognize yourself. You couldn’t stop thinking about him all day. It was always either you replaying his last words to you, replaying the argument, or all the times you should have realized he was cheating on you. 

Slowly, you grew. It took you a while to get back up on your feet. It took you a while to get used to a life without him. You never really realized how much you relied on him. Your friends helped you move on and get back to your life. 

You would gradually throw away Eren’s stuff during the first three months. First, it was the pictures and little momentums. You burned and threw out all the polaroids, all the gum wrapper hearts he would make, all the receipts, and every physical memory. It was weird because when you and Eren broke up, you would randomly find those hearts wherever around the apartment. You would keep them in a jar on your dresser, and slowly throughout the relationship, the jar kept getting filled to the point where you needed a new one. After the breakup, when you would find one, you would throw it out. 

Every time you threw one out, a little piece of your heart went with it and you couldn’t explain why. 

The day you finally decided to move on hurt you just as bad as the day Eren and you broke up. You were burning away not only the bad memories but the core memories. The polaroid picture from your first kiss, the rose he got you for your first date, the first movie ticket. Every single physical memory was being turned to ash. Jean and Mikasa helped you light the match and watched everything burn with you. You didn’t cry at first, and you didn’t start crying until they both left. 

You closed the door, thanking them for being there for you..and for pushing you to move on. Although your heart was breaking, you still managed to smile. As soon as the door closed, you were back at the same position you were six months ago. Your back against the door, still somehow wishing that this was just some sick joke. 

Tears were running down your face. You would wipe them just for there to be more. You sobbed in the same position. At this point, it felt like a routine. You would try your hardest to get over Eren, no matter what you would do to get over him, the memories haunt you. 

Slowly, you stopped crying. You don’t know how long you sat there, it could have been minutes or hours. You eventually stood up, then you walked to your kitchen as if nothing happened. The first thing you grabbed was to go to your cabinet to get a glass when suddenly you heard someone talking on the phone outside of your apartment. The voice sounded familiar, it was deep yet somehow smooth. 

You put down the glass and walked back to the door. You then looked out of the peephole to see Jean sitting on the ground across from your apartment. Your eyes widened slightly, wondering why he was there. You opened the door, seeing Jean’s facial expressions. He looked tired, concerned, mad, everything you were feeling right now. 

“Jean?” You say softly, while you were watching Jean slowly get up. He walked towards your door not saying much. But yet, the silence says it all. “H-How long were you sitting there for?” You opened the door some more to let him in. “Just long enough so I know you stopped crying because of him.” Your heart dropped. 

How long has he been doing this? That was the first question that came to mind. You were having mixed emotions right now. How were you supposed to feel? Although your heart felt somewhat warm, you were also feeling untrustworthy. 

Jean walked to your dining table and leaned against it. He then crossed his arms. You walked to your kitchen, "Do you want something to drink?" It was the least you offer, especially since he was sitting outside for who knows how long. "Do you have any alcohol?" He joked, and a small chuckle left your mouth. You grabbed another glass, then walked over to your counter to grab some alcohol.

You opened the bottle, then poured some for you and Jean. You handed Jean his glass, "Why do you wait?" You asked while taking a small sip. Jean stayed quiet, most likely trying to think of an answer. There was this moment of awkward silence. 

Before you and Eren started dating, you and Jean were best friends. You and him have been friends for years, but when Eren came along, your friendship changed. Eren became possessive and toxic. He didn't like how close you were with Jean. So eventually, you stopped talking to Jean. 

But, when you and Eren broke up, Jean came running to be right by your side. Although you and Jean stopped talking, Jean never stopped wanting to protect you, he never stopped watching over you, and never stopped loving you even after seeing you with another man. 

Jean has had feelings for you since he met you. There's always been this little spark between the both of you. Eventually, that spark grew to be something more. He always tried to protect you. He would try to tell you what Eren was doing behind your back but you wouldn't listen to him in fear of Eren seeing you two together. 

"I wait because I'm worried, y/n." 

"Why are you worried, Jean?"

Jean took another sip of his liquid courage and walked towards you. You walked backward until you reached the counter. "Because you were crying over a man who didn't deserve you." Jean softly confessed. Your heart skipped a beat. Slowly, your eyes locked with Jean's hazel eyes. His expression was gentle with a mix of protectiveness..and a mix of love. "Then who deserves me?" You responded, feeling a rush of emotions come over you. 

Your heart started racing as Jean leaned in closer to you. Was it the alcohol? Was it the fact that Jean is right about you getting over Eren? 

Jean's hands were placed on top of the counter, cornering you. His right hand found its way to your hip. His lips inched towards yours, “You deserve someone who takes your breath away every time you look at him. Someone who makes you laugh, smile, feel every emotion that Eren didn’t.” Your eyes lock with his, feeling his breath against your lips. “I-I’t’s you..” You whisperingly confessed. Suddenly, he kissed you with passion, feeling sparks fly. Your noses bumped into each other as little giggles left your mouths. You wrapped your arms around the back of his neck. His lips tasting like the alcohol you were just drinking a moment ago. Your lips move with his, for the first time in what felt like months, this was the kiss you've been dreaming of. The kiss that makes you feel like you're on cloud nine, the kiss that makes time go by slowly, the kiss that makes all the others seem non-existent. 

You felt Jean's hands pick you up and place you on the counter, "Are you drunk?" You asked as his lips found their way to your neck, gently kissing and leaving hickeys. Jean stopped his movement, as a small smile spread on his face. The smile you missed, the smile you practically dreamt of, the smile that never failed to make you smile. "No." He answered, as he slowly dragged his thumb across your bottom lip, "Are you?" He asked in return, you nodded, not knowing how to respond. 

Jean's free hand moved towards your buttoned pants, "No answer?" He asked with a sly smirk on his face. Your mind went blank. His fingers played with the button as he leaned in to whisper in your ear, "I'm going to ask one last time, y/n. Are you drunk?" You coughed out a response, "N-No. No, I'm not, Jean." A laugh left his mouth. 

"Good, because I don’t want our first time to be while you're drunk." He whispered again. Just like that, his lips were on yours. This time, that once soft kiss was now a kiss full of meaning. You don't know what came over yourself...and right now you weren't thinking about that. You were thinking about how soft his lips were, how his lips were on yours, and how you felt at that moment. 

Jean picked you off the counter, and for a moment, all emotions that you had left for Eren had left your mind and all you can think about was Jean. 

That kiss made you realize one thing. 

It's always been...him. 

It's always been Jean since the first day you laid your eyes on him. You were blinded by Eren. You were blinded by the fact that a very popular guy finally chose you. You were wrong..and now you want to spend the rest of your life making it up to Jean. 

As he walked into your bedroom, your legs were wrapped around Jean's waist. He gently placed you on the bed, his lips finally leaving yours for a split second, "Finally, you're mine." You could cry with pure happiness. It was the happiness you never felt with Eren..but only with him. 

You gave him a small and gentle peck, whispering softly, "Finally." You both smiled as you went back to kissing. His lips never left yours. If they did leave yours, they would end up moving and peppering kisses on your neck, as he slowly ripped away each item of clothing off of your body. 

The tip of his index finger teased the top of your panties. You roll your hips, "J-Jean.." You moaned out softly, hoping he would get the hint. A sly smile grew on his face, chuckling slightly at how much you were begging for him. "God, y/n." He whispers in your ear as his lips move at a slow rate.

His fingers inch more and more towards where you wanted him to touch you most. You were getting impatient, all you wanted was to feel him. You moved your hands when suddenly Jean pinned them above your head. 

The sexual tension was so thick. As much as he wants to fuck you, he wants to take his time. 

Your eyes meet, "Please touch me, Jean." You begged. His eyes read yours, and that's when he lost all control. Fuck taking his time, he wanted you just as much as you wanted him. He moved his hand from pinning yours to taking off your panties. 

It all happened so fast. One moment Jean was taking his time, devouring you inch by inch, finally getting what he's been dreaming of since he realized he had a crush on you. 

Jean moved to the edge of the bed, and in one sudden motion, your thighs were wrapped around his neck. His lips peppered kisses on your inner thighs, moving closer to your aching clit. 

He flatted his tongue and in one lick, he had you melting and moaning his name. That one moan sent him over, he wanted to hear you say it over and over again. This moment will be embedded in his brain for who knows how long. 

Your fingers brush through his brunette locks, highly tugging at the roots, "Fuck, Jean." You moaned out as Jean's tongue circled your clit, making your mind and body melt. You felt his fingers add into the mix, moving slowly, pressing against the spot that makes you lose control. 

He was in between your legs, lewd noises were the sound that was echoing in the room, pleads, begs, screams and moans.

His long, slim fingers thrust into you, making you moan louder and louder. Jean was loving the way your moans sounded. It was like music to his ears. 

Over and over again, you were chanting Jean's name. It was every time he hit that spot, you would scream his name in pleasure. 

Jean replaced his tongue with thumb and admired the view ahead of him, "God, you're so fucking hot, y/n." He said as your eyes met with his. A sly smile spread on his face while watching your reaction to his compliment. Your lip slid between your teeth, trying your hardest to hold back your moans.

He replaced his thumb back with tongue, and your head fell back onto the bed, feeling his tongue explore your cunt again.  Your hands then roamed your body, finding their place over your mouth. You then began to slightly ride his mouth.

A familiar feeling began to stir in your stomach. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head, your toes curled, feeling his finger movements begin to speed up. 

You were speechless, you couldn't spit out a word, it felt that good. Finally, you spit out the words, "W-Wanna cum, so-so bad." Jean sped up his movements, moving his mouth off of your core, then crawling in between your legs, moving up until you were face to face. 

His fingers didn't stop moving as he kissed you. Your moans were muffled by the kiss. "Cum on my fingers, y/n." He didn’t have to tell you twice. You came on his fingers, and instantly, your legs started shaking. 

Jean got off the bed, and you held yourself up with your elbows, watching him pull down his boxers, and your jaw instantly dropped. His dick was big, probably the biggest one you've seen. He was mesmerized by your reaction to his size. 

Your eyes locked with his as you sat up. You grabbed his arm and immediately pulled him into a kiss, your arms wrapped around his neck, feeling Jean slowly spreading your legs. 

His lips left yours for a split second, "Are you on the pill?" You nodded, "Are you clean?" You asked as his hand inching towards your aching cunt. He nodded, kissing you back in response. 

"Good, now I want you to beg for it, y/n." You smiled slightly because thought he was joking. You wanted him obviously, your body was practically begging for him. The tip of his dick teased your sensitive clit, and a quiet moan left your lips.

You lifted your hips, trying to get more out of him. Your smile disappeared when you realized he wasn't kidding, he was dead serious. You looked into his eyes, and his sparkle was gone. 

"P-Please." you said desperately. Jean raised his eyebrow, "That's all you got? C'mon, y/n. Your body is practically begging for me..." His lips inched towards yours, "But, I want to hear you beg for my cock." His words hit straight to your core. "Please, Jean. Please fuck me. I-I want you so-so much." 

Jean chuckled as he moved the tip of his dick in between your folds, “Where do you want it, princess?” He said as he kept teasing your aching cunt. You buck your hips against the tip of his cock, begging for some sort of friction. You look up and all you see is his desperate eyes on yours. “I want you to fuck me with your cock.” He chuckles, “Good girl.” he praised, and in one swift motion, he finally slid into your cunt. You both moaned. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head and the bottom of your lip slid in between your teeth. 

He bottomed out, hitting the spot that made you scream his name. With each thrust, came a moan. "F-Fuck, Jean!" You said as he pounded his cock into you. 

You dug your fingers into his back, slowly moving them up, making sure to leave a mark. Jean inhaled sharply, "So fucking t-tight, y/n." Jean said as he kept bottoming out into you, hitting your g-spot over and over again. 

Jean's lips found their way to yours, the kiss was deep. It was almost like he was trying to devour you as if you were his last meal. Although the kiss was deep, it had a meaning. You were his, you belonged to him. And, you were okay with that. Jean moved his lips from your throat and then moved to his next position. He grabbed your ankles and placed them on his shoulder, hitting your g-spot at a different angle. 

He kissed your ankle as he kept pounding into you. The view in front of you looked so hot. He was hitting all the places that made your mind go blank. “Fuck.” Jean moaned. His moans made you want to exploded right then and there. He moved your legs and by habit you wrap them around this waist. 

“This pussy was made for me, y/n.” Jean expressed in the nook of your neck, peppering kisses, sucking softly. Your fingers raked through his locks, lightly tugging. “J-Jean..harder.” You begged. You wanted him to fuck you like no other could. You wanted him to make you forget about Eren. 

His thrusts slow down making you whimper. Jean flips you on your stomach, “Grab onto the headboard.” He demanded. You wrap your fingers around the cold metal bars, “Please.” You begged. Jean chuckled as you felt his dick slam into you again. You practically scream, feeling the bed shift slightly. Jean’s hands find their place in your hair. His finger wraps around your hair, making a make-shift ponytail, tugging at your roots. You moan feeling his dick hit a new spot from the new position he has you in. 

You suddenly felt a harsh slap on your ass, you wince from he pain..but, you wanted more of it. Sounds of slapping skin fill the room, “Keep milking my cock, y/n.” You clench around his cock with every thrust. 

You could feel your orgasm building up, feeling Jean’s hand leave your hair, then snaking to your clit. “You gonna’ cum, princess?” You nod, not being able to find the words. You felt another harsh slap on your ass, “Words.” He warned. Jean’s movements on your clit made your toes curl, making you moan loudly. 

“Yes, I-I need to cum..so so bad.” You felt his thrust fasten, knowing he was close too. He instantly flips you over again, feeling his lips on yours. You wrap yours around his neck, “Cum for me, princess.” That’s all it took. Your legs started trembling as your orgasm unraveled. Jean emptied his load into you, letting you ride out your orgasm. 

His lips found yours again as he pulled out. This kiss was different. This kiss felt like you were home..with him. 

Jean’s lips left yours as he got up and walked to your bathroom, leaving you absolutely speechless. You couldn’t believe that just happened..but yet, you were so glad it did. You turn your head to see Jean in the bathroom, running a washcloth under some water. 

Eren never did aftercare. He would just fuck you, and leave you hanging. Most of the time, you didn’t even finish..it was always about him finishing, his pleasure before yours, and that’s when your handy vibrator came into your life. Looks like you wouldn’t be needing that anymore with the way Jean just fucked you. 

You thought sex like this belonged in porn.

Jean walked out of the bathroom smiling, “What are you smiling about?” You questioned him as he bends your still trembling legs. He kisses the top of your knees as he cleans your most sensitive area, you wince feeling the washcloth on your clit. 

“You.” It was a simple one word..but, it made your heart melt leaving your very dirty thoughts behind. His fingers find your clit again, as that smile turned into a sly smirk. You moan, “Jean.” You warned softly, as he rubs it slowly.  His fingers slip into your hole, “Just cleaning you out.” He says, as his fingers hit your g-spot. Your hand wraps around his wrist, “Do you want me to stop?” You shaking your head, never wanting him to stop. 

He continues his movements, your legs squeezing together as his long, slim fingers continue to pump into you. You could feel your orgasm bubbling up. “Let go for me, princess.” And that’s all it took for your third orgasm to unravel, leaving you in a moaning mess. 

His fingers left your cunt as his eyes locks with yours. He licks his fingers cleaning, “Now, I’m actually going to clean you up.” A giggle leaves your mouth as you feel the washcloth sliding over your skin again. You could get used to this. 

You started thinking about life with Jean. “So, now what happens?” You ask out of curiosity. You were absolutely terrified of losing him. You didn’t know what was going to happen. Were you guys going to pretend this didn’t happen? Were you guys going to start a life together? Were you guys going to stay as friends? You had so many questions that were fueling your anxiety. 

He stops his movements, looking at you, “I said that I was never going to let you go, y/n. You’re mine.” Tears start to form in your eyes, “Losing you to Eren was my biggest mistake, I should have never let you go..I felt like I hurt you. If I would have kept pushing you, and telling you everything he was doing behind your back, I thought I would have lost you permanently.” He stands up and walks across the room, throwing the used washcloth into the hamper. Then walking towards the bed, laying next to you. He places his hand on your cheek, “I will never ever let you go..And I mean it. I will spend all this lifetime and the next proving it to you.”

As a tear escapes your eye, Jean’s thumb catches it, “Why are you crying?” And suddenly, there were more tears..too many tears for his thumb to catch. You roll over, placing your head on his chest. “I’m sorry.” You say in the midst of a broken sob, Jean doesn’t say anything, he just caresses your head and lets you cry. 

You wrap your arm around his chest, hugging him so tight, as if he was going to leave went you woke up. All this time, Jean waited for you. For all the years that you were with Eren, Jean was there waiting to help you when he left. 

The day that Eren left the apartment, you called Jean, and he ran to your apartment. You didn’t know who else to call, you wanted the one person who knew how to comfort you, your best friend. Jean helped you through all the stages of your break up. He was there when you needed a shoulder to cry on, he was there when you couldn’t find yourself. And now, here he was yet again, being the shoulder you cried on. 

“It should have been you, Jean.” You said through the soft sobs, “It shouldn’t have been Eren, I should have never been with him..it was supposed to be you.” Jean kissed the top of your head, comforting you. 

Jean kisses the top of your head, as you looked up at him, “Now we can make up for lost time.” His lips inched towards yours, “Starting now.” His lips connected with yours. 

This is what loves feels like..and it’s how it should have been from he start. 

Jean is your forever.

Jean is the missing piece to your broken puzzle.

Jean is the person you prayed to God for everyday instead of Eren. 

Jean is your other half. 

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2 YEARS LATER:

“Here’s to your last day being engaged!!” Mikasa exclaimed as she jumps into your arms. You were out for brunch with all your girlfriends, celebrating your last day being an engaged woman. You never thought this day would come. 

Jean ended up proposing a year ago..and it was so romantic. You both knew you wanted to get married. Jean wanted it to be a surprise though. He had taken you to a romantic restaurant..which would have been very cliche of him. You and him would always joke about the cliches. He knew you wanted everything but the cliches. 

He ended up getting on one knee when you least expected it. He wanted to catch you off guard. You and him were going house hunting when he proposed. You guys were looking at a house and the moment you step foot into it, you saw your life with Jean flash before your eyes. Every corner you turned, you could imagine kids running around. When you went into the kitchen, you saw family dinners..just the thought alone brought tears to your eyes. 

It was when you guys walked into the backyard when you looked Jean in the eyes and told him exactly how you felt. That was your forever home, the place where you wanted to grow old and gray with Jean, the place where you wanted to start a family..that was where your future was. You turned around for a split second and when you turn back to face Jean, he proposed. 

You didn’t even let him finish talking. You knew you wanted to marry Jean for years. Even before Eren. 

Even after a year of him proposing to you, you still think about every single word Jean said. He said the same exact thing you were thinking while walking through the house. His dream was your dream. 

The wedding was around the corner and you couldn’t wait. It was going to be a small wedding. You and Jean just wanted something simple. You both agreed that the memories were more important than the big wedding. 

As you, Mikasa, and the rest of your friends leave after drinking one too many mimosas, you accidentally bump into someone. You instantly apologize, looking up to see the man who broke you in ways you thought couldn’t be fixed. This was the actual time you bumped into him. “Y/N?” Hearing your name leave his lips sounded like poison. It’s the one voice that still haunts you. 

You started to feel sick, feeling bile rising up your throat. His eyes inched towards your taken hand. You couldn’t find words. There were so many things you wanted to say..but, it wasn’t worth your time. Jean helped you move on, he put you back together when you couldn’t find the pieces. Eren took a piece of you that you were still trying to find..even after all these years. You slowly back away, calling out his name once. 

You walk past him linking your arm with Mikasa’s, “I’m sorry.” The two words stop your movement, you turn around for a split second, feeling Mikasa giving you and encouraging squeeze. “You’re not sorry, Eren. You never were..you ruined me. Y-You used me, cheated on me, fucking tore my heart into pieces.” You walked closer to him, “You don’t get to apologize, you piece of lowlife scum, I hope you rot.” 

Before he could say another word, you turned away linking your arm with Mikasa’s. You feel good. A smile spread on your face, “You feel good, y/n?” You nod, feeling a sense of relief fuel your veins. 

You never really got closure and that was something you struggled with for the longest. You still don’t understand why he cheated on you. The countless therapy sessions helped for a short period of time. But, this is your closure. You said what you said, and you feel good. This is what you needed to open the next chapter of your life. 

As you walk into your stunning house, you were immediately greet by the newest addition to your family, Remi. She’s a french bulldog you and Jean adopted when you moved into the house. She lights up your world. You and Jean are so grateful for her. After greeting your pup, you were greeted by your fiancee. 

You give him a soft kiss, feeling his hands on your waist, instantly feeling like you’re home. “How was brunch?” A smile spread on your face as you take off your coat, “It was a lot of fun! I wish you were there though.” You said as you were taking off your heels. 

“Yeah, I wish I went too. Connie is having a late dinner later to have a pre-celebration for tomorrow.” You roll your eyes with a smile, “Make sure you don’t drink too much, Jean.” A chuckle leaves his throat, giving you another kiss on the cheek. 

As you both walk towards the kitchen, you were thinking about how to tell Jean about your interaction with Eren. 

He opens the cabinet when you broke silence, “I bumped into Eren.” 

Jean turns around, placing both of his hands on the counter, “What happened? Did he do anything?” You shake your head, as a small smile spread on your face, “I got closure, Jean. I feel good.” You went onto telling him what you said and you both ended up laughing. You don’t have a mean bone in your body. So, telling him what you said made the both of you laugh. 

“I’m proud of you, y/n.” The four words made tears run down your cheek. Yet again, even after all these years, Jean is there to catch every single tear. “I’m glad you finally got the closure you’ve been searching for.” You wrap your arms around his waist, “Me too. I feel like I can let go of that chapter of my life.” 

Tomorrow was the start of a new chapter. 

Although you know your next chapter won’t be picture perfect, you were okay with that. As long as you had Jean on your side, you knew that it would be your version of picture perfect. And, that’s all you needed. 

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As you’re walking down the isle, you think about everything you (and Jean) have been through to get to this moment. 

In a sense, you were grateful that everything happened, because it led you here, marrying your best friend, and you couldn’t imagine life go any other way. Jean has taught you that love is real, you just have to find the right person. Life has a funny way of showing love, it’s like a road to describe it the least. 

Life and love are both bumpy roads, there’s all these bumps, cracks, unexpected turns, things that get in your way. But, once you get past that, the road is smooth and clear. 

Today, you’re marrying your soulmate, your other half, your best friend, & you couldn’t wait to finally be Mrs. Kirstein. 

Jean didn’t lie when he said you were his. Since that day, he never left your side. He was there for everything. Every doubt, every cry, everywhere you least expected him to be. 

The six words you’ve been waiting for years for finally approached, “You may now kiss the bride.” Jean kissed you like your life depended on it..just like the first time he kissed you. The kiss that makes you feel like you're on cloud nine, the kiss that makes time go by slowly, the kiss that makes all the others seem non-existent. 

“I told you, you were always mine, y/n.” He whispered against your lips. A bright smile spread on your face. It was just you and him. You zoned out the crowd, as if time was going in slow motion. You stare into his eyes and see your future. You place your thumb under his eyes, collecting the tears that he’s always done for you. 

Inching your lips towards his, feeling the same emotions as his. You whisper, “Forever and always yours.”

The end. 

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Finishing note: thank you so much for all the love in broken promises! It’s been two years since I posted it and it’s still one of my favorites. I am very happy with how it ended. There were some bits and pieces in here that I took from my actual life. Remi is true!! She’s my baby🫶🏻..plus some breakup scenes were from my breakup😭. Anywhos, I hope to be able to get back into writing soon :)

[zeketarion]

[sawneybeanie]

MASTERLIST:

Levi x Reader

• The Dedicated Hearts Buried in History

-You never cared for academics, drifting through subjects with disinterest, unmotivated and failing grades. But when history spoke, something within you stirred. Curiosity bloomed where boredom once lived. You listened, not to facts, but to the stories of the soldiers who dedicated their hearts, sacrificed, betrayed, loved, and dreamed of a life without titans. You heard the story of the strongest, who failed to protect his people, and the boy bound by the unescapable chains of freedom he could never truly have. You felt their pain, their courage and their quiet sacrifices. Amid the ill-fated history of the past, you found him. Humanity’s strongest soldier. Levi Ackerman.

• Whispers of The Unspoken

• Whispers of the unspoken I

-AU set in the modern world, where both characters are in high school. Levi is a grade twelve senior, preparing to graduate while You’re a grade eleven student, Carrying the memories of the past, finding the courage to begin something that has lingered long before. A love that once existed, now waiting to be revived. But as you start over, you face the challenge of his cold, quiet demeanor. Will your patience and love be enough to bridge the gap? Can you find a way to say what has remained unsaid for so long?

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Levi x Hange

•The Choice Amid The Fire

-All his life, Levi never had a choice. A life of violence forced upon him, born in the depths of the underground, and spending half his twenties fighting titans. None of it was his will, but the weight of circumstance left him no other path. Yet even as fate carved a cruel road, he stood firm, Facing this ill-fated life with strength, and meeting every blow not only with passion, but with compassion, for those who fought beside him, and for the dream they all carried: a world without titans. But in the dim-lit silence of that forest night, where the fire’s glow was their only light and warmth, Hange gave him a choice:

“Maybe We should just live here together”

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Mikasa x Jean

• A Love That Came After

-Mikasa’s world crumbled, again. She didn’t know where to start or how to begin. She was lost, drifting through days without meaning, the will to live slipping further from her grasp. Once more, she found herself thrown into the pit of darkness, surrounded by utter silence—the same silence brought by the peace they all had fought for. But amidst the silence,

Jean taught her how to live once more.

• Random Thought

-my personal fave:>

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Here’s a little collection of my works! I hope you enjoy diving into these pieces as much as I enjoyed writting them! here’s to more stories ahead. Cheers to the journey! <3

[levisfootstool]

18+

AN : When I tell you I simp harrd for this horse face mf !!!!!

A = Aftercare - He will cuddle up with you in his arms and praise you like there is no tomorrow. He's gonna tell you how much you mean to him over and over as he peppers you with light kisses 

B = Body part - Jean is definitely a ass man and you cant tell me other wise. He will us your butt as a pillow while y'all lay down and will have his hands on it when ever he can. 

C = Cum - He loves to paint you in his release. Either on your stomach or your ass if hes hitting it from behind. 

D = Dirty secret - Jeans dirty secret is he loves when you insert a finger while you suck him off. 

E = Experience - He's only got a few other times under his belt, but they were rushed and clumsy. Your gonna have to teach him a thing or two. 

F = Favorite position - From behind. He likes to watch your ass jiggle while he crashes his hips int you. 

G = Goofy - He will crack a joke every now and then when hes in a playful mood, usually right after hanging out with Connie. 

H = Hair - He keeps things neat and trimmed. Defiantly has a happy trail. 

I = Intimacy - He is actually very intimate. He will whisper how much he loves you in your ear while hes on top of you. 

J = Jack off - Man is like a horny teenager. He will jack off a lot. 

K = Kink - Impact play, Submission. 

L = Location - Anywhere the two of you have a moment alone, as long as it won't cause the two of you to get in trouble if caught. 

M = Motivation - Hearing you scream his name and tell him how good he is. Man loves when you pay him attention. 

N = No - Anything that can jeopardize your career or get you in big trouble. 

O = Oral - He absolutely loves to receive. He knows he's big and loves watching you struggle to take him. 

P = Pace - Depending on where and when. If he has time it will be a slow pace, he will draw orgasm after orgasm from you. If you dont have a lot of time it will be quick and rough to get you both to your release point. 

Q = Quickie - Man lives for the quickies. When he wants you he wants you. 

R = Risk - He will take risks, but they are calculated. He will think about them and weight the options. 

S = Stamina - Man can go for hours! 

T = Toys - I could see him using a vibrator on his partner. 

U = Unfair - He tries to be a tease but it never works out man wants you to much.

V = Volume - Hes vocal. He will praise you, ask you how much your enjoying it. His moans are loud and deep in his chest and he has no filter. 

W = Wild card - He wants to watch someone else have their way with you, just once. 

X = X-ray - I mean hes called a horse for a reason... solid thick 8 inches. With one long vein on the underside from the base to the tip 

Y = Yearning - Alll the time.

Z = Zzz - After a particularly long session he will pass out with you tucked into his arms.