#jeanbo

[toadallyspice]

Jean loves to spoil you for the holidays, but his favorite part of the season is knowing that your favorite gift is always the one he makes for you by hand.

In the past he’s given you paintings, mosaics, and handmade jewelry. This year, he started taking pottery classes.

You think he’s out for a boy’s night with Marco and Connie who are covering for him, but in reality he’s perfecting his skill late at the studio, making sure your gift is the best thing he’s crafted yet.

He had to change out of his clothes and wear just an apron over his boxers to make sure he didn’t come home covered in clay, ruining the surprise.

He shivers as a draft wafts through the studio, but his cheeks flush and he’s filled with warmth as he imagines your face lighting up with love and admiration when he hands you a beautifully glazed vase full of your favorite flowers for your handmade gift this year.

Please feel free to reblog with or comment additional headcanons! :) I love hearing about 2D men, especially Jean 🥰

[aot-apricity]

We love Jeanbo!

[mrsbrandoxxx]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY JEANBO 💜

[lenok993]

horseface indeed lmfao

[aekiviel]

my comfort character ♡♡

[tetzoro]

you’re not sure when it happened, but overtime your bed capacity was bumped up from two to three. nights with just jean soon turned into nights with jean and connie.

after everyone went to bed, connie couldn’t help but creep into your shared room, the soft patter of his feet filling the silence as he makes his way to his little sanctuary.

at first he told himself it went his separation anxiety, the need to be close to his two remaining best friends. but he’d be fooling himself.

it was addicting the way your fingers massaged his head, soft praises tumbling from your lips. or the way that jean would toss his arm around him, pulling him close to his broad chest in a warm embrace.

you both gave him a place of safety — belonging. you’re not sure when your relationship gained a new person but it did. and you’ve never look back.

[oxygenbefore1775]

remember that one (1) time Jean tried to hunt down a lizard?

[sailorspica]

#me when i'm normal

ATTACK ON TITAN #10, "RESPONSE"

[kuroosdarling]

jean is the kind of guy who was never really interested in photography until he started dating you. invests in a nice camera so he can take candids of you all the time, trying to capture the essence of your beauty.

nothing makes his heart flutter more than when you hold your hand up in front of the camera with the biggest smile on your face, saying “no more photos, please!”. but he can’t help himself, especially when the sound of your laughter washes over him, warming him in a way that rivals the sun itself.

you’re his muse, his passion. the spark that keeps him creating. the center of his world and the one to keep him grounded. and the photos just solidify that, always keeping one in his wallet for safekeeping.

[daryascurse]

Oh sorry! It was late when I read that it should be limited to 3 letters max.

How about A, K, and U for Jean Kirstein?

Oh my goodness no no apologies at all!! I'm so sorry that it took me so long to get to this, it's been a busy weekend, but my brain has been CHURNING - always churning for JEAN KIRSTEIN 🥰 - and as an apology, you get a bonus "Z" as well hehe.

ɴꜱꜰᴡ | ᴍɪɴᴏʀꜱ + BLANK / AGELESS BLOGS ᴅɴɪ // nongendered, no pronouns for reader, but, described wearing a dress in one segment

ALPHABET NSFW ASKS

A for Aphrodisiac [What always turns them on?]

If Jean Kirstein thought deeply about it, he would realize that the moment he really fell in love with you – and, the lust that came with it – was when you first gave him a head massage. He had been lying back in the threadbare armchair, eyes shut so tensely that you couldn’t help yourself but run your fingers through his cool brown hair. He opened his eyes when you reached his temples, applying gentle pressure and rubbing your fingertips in small circles, and the look of you bent over, upside-down with a small, serene smile on your lips, made something leap through him. How did you know, he wanted to ask, how did you know exactly where to touch him, exactly where the pain would melt away? So since then, any light little touch of yours will make him melt, make his knees weak and make him crave to feel more of you. Maybe you’re walking through the crowded market, and your foot catches on an uneven cobblestone. He sees you stumble and offers his arm immediately, mentally cursing himself for not already having his hand around your waist to keep you steady. But when he looks at you, about to ask if you’re alright, the sweet gaze of your eyes and light hook around his elbow is immediately superimposed against white pillows and sheets, that gaze of yours turning clouded and blind as he puts his tongue on you, makes your eyes roll back as he pushes waves of pleasure through you. And then you’re the concerned one asking him if he’s alright – does his head hurt? Should you kiss it better? “I want your kisses everywhere.”

K for Kink [What’s their secret kink?]

As much as he loves making you feel good, Jean also, secretly, loves to edge you. He’ll never outright deny your orgasm in the end, but it’s the teasing, the tension, the way you shudder and fall apart in begging. He knows you could just touch yourself if you’re that desperate for it, but he also knows that once the pleading falls from your lips in earnest, you’re wholly surrendering and offering that power to him. He doesn’t plan for it, but a pattern is starting to develop. It’s when you two come back from a tavern, a picnic with acquaintances, where someone compliments you in some way, flirts with you a little too warmly. You never flirt back, and he’s rightfully confident that there’s nothing that could stand in the way of your relationship. He’s not the jealous type. But it seems any subconscious anxieties present themselves through teasing and taunting on those nights, where he just wants to make you call his name in increasingly desperate, needy tones, so eager and frantic for something that only he can provide. “Sorry, my love, you’re just going to have to hold back a little more…”

U for Under [Who’s in charge and how?]

Jean takes charge most often – he’s so strong, he’s much more willing than most to dip into his mischievous side even as he grows out of his recklessness. So he just naturally takes imitative when he sees a dark corner he can casually walk you into with a lean of his hand against the wall, even as you laugh at him and chastise him for knowing what he’s up to; when you’re folding linens, he’ll trace your hips in a way that makes you shiver and need to re-arrange the towels over and over until you finally surrender and finish the chores later. But once things are underway, he lets you, no, he wants you, to show him what you like. He’ll turn to pliancy under your hands if you suggest a new position. If you drop your hips and let your thighs lie open, he’ll look to you to decide if his hands or his tongue should alight first. “Show me what makes you feel good, darling, but don’t use your words.”

Z for Zipper [How do they prefer to undress? Both themselves and their partner.]

Maybe it’s formed habit from years of evolving and ever-complex Survey Corps uniforms, but Jean is perfectly content to fuck you in varying states of undress. Or maybe it’s his restlessness, his impatience, but he doesn’t care what you’re doing, what he’s wearing. No mere barriers of fabric or leather are obstacles worth considering. If you’re wearing a dress, especially, he’ll pull you against him. His hands will wander down your thigh and tug higher and higher until it’s scooped over your hip, he’ll rest your back against the wall, or lean you on a table, and pull your knee up. He’ll grind himself against you, forehead pressed to your shoulder as groans escape him, and your fingers will reach out, fumbling to help him unfasten just enough to let his cock free. When he pulls back, your hand still circling his thickness, he’ll spread your thighs and position himself with a grip still bunching the fabric of your dress. "You’re already so wet and sticky. Feels like you’re all ready for me.”

[toadallyspice]

What if you gave Jean heart cufflinks and he showed them off every chance he got

[marleysfinest]

“I belong to my beloved, and my beloved is mine”

for @shepnicolo 💘

part of mar’s moodboard valentines event

[leadersguilt]

jean kirstein will forever be my roman empire ....

[astutior]

@foreverascout ♡'d.

"What's all that for?" Blue eyes scan across the several paper bags Jean's just placed on the table. He can't imagine what might be inside.

[tetzoro]

jean getting ready for our date :3

[sailorspica]

i do Not buy karina braun arriving at a similar self-awareness to grisha's in the short time between the end of marley's mid-east war and the rumbling. if anything the rumbling should further embitter eldians in marley: yes, we sacrificed our children to a futile mission, but that was because we good eldians were right about those devils all along! etc. by the same token the jaegerists probably prop eren up as a martyr, the ultimate patriot, why wouldn't surviving eldians off paradis give bertolt and the galliard bros and colt the same treatment? grisha's line in 87 is "I dare say I never once treated Zeke as Zeke." could karina manage that now that her son is literal savior of the whole world? can she see past that and remember he was a boy?