#jean kirschtein fanart

[missbubblesoda]

day 1 | werewolf x werewolf | reijean | sfw? i guess

[firefly--bright]

uh. smth smth aot b99 au living rent free in my head. yeah. jean is busy tn btw he's with ME. thanku

[purple-corpsez]

I have a HC that Jean dreams of Eren after the rumbling

[ukeshik]

I look at my art with Jean, and I think it’s not that bad as I think

[valjeanbo]

Hey there Jean Kirschtein

[nosleepjustlevi]

“Let her go now, Jean..." - Marco

‘The death of Sasha Braus'

Incredible source their fanart is legendary

[uhliezuh00]

I made this for jean’s birthday and completely forgot to post it on here🧍‍♀️

At least the tiktok I made about it was on his birthday though

[natsukashiibyla]

[daemontargaryenwhore]

He couldn't afford to lose another kid knowing he's going to lose one just for the battle to end.

[sixpennydame]

@mrsackxrman and I share him, actually. 😍🥵

my hand just slipped and -

[missbubblesoda]

from jean’s instagram (2024.10.12)

[firefly--bright]

some jean on the metro for ya! (⁠｡⁠•̀⁠ᴗ⁠-⁠)⁠✧

he's reading feminist literature (he's 6"2 btw)

posted this on my new Instagram account, too :3

[purple-corpsez]

How we feeling abt some erejean content

[ukeshik]

test drawings Jeanbo 2.0

(I know, it’s not bad, but it’s shit though)

[peach-press]

Just Jean looking bisexual as ever 🩷💙💜

[nosleepjustlevi]

JEAN BABY YES

Permission and source

You sit across the room from Jean, watching him play around on the guitar. Guitar has been a peaceful solace for Jean from all the violence of war. And he looks so peaceful playing it. His eyes cast down on the strings, his slight head nods and foot taps to the rhythm of whatever song he’s messing around with. Your gaze shifts to his fingers that are plucking the strings delicately but with precision. Suddenly, you’re aware of the space between your legs. You become jealous of that guitar, the way Jean’s holding it against himself, the way his fingers are touching it, making it make music. That should be you. Jean’s fingers stop and you break out of the trance you were in. You look up at him and he’s staring at you, a small smirk across his lips. You blush, you can tell by the haziness of his eyes that he knows exactly what you were thinking while you watched him finger that guitar. Jean puts the guitar down and starts toward you on the bed. A smile spreads across your face and you bite your lower lip to hold yourself back from grinning like an absolute fool. “Your turn,” Jean’s deep husky voice says.