#p: jean kirchstein

[porcalinecunt]

𝐁𝐈𝐑𝐓𝐇𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝐁𝐎𝐘 .ᐟ

🪽ᯓᡣ𐭩 it’s that time of year again, you’re gift this year is something rather . . . special ♡

⋆˚࿔ FEATURING . . 𝜗𝜚˚⋆ JEAN KIRCHSTEIN + CONNIE SPRINGER X MALE! READER

° ᡣ𐭩 . ° . cw — ftm!reader , threesome , spitroasting , rough birthday sex , dirty talking , squirting , cum shot , jean n connie being a little icky :p , superrr self indulgent </3

[・:。author’s note ! 「 ✉️ 」・𓂃 ࣪˖ ] guess who turned 18 todayy 👉🏼👈🏼 new years, new fics! starting off with a little gift for myself, i wrote this sleep deprived and suffering from jean withdrawls so sorry if it’s sloppy. otherwise, ty to those who sent me birthday wishes and enjoy!

make a wish. they said, all knowing damn well what you want. it’s been more obvious than knowing the sky was blue. you didn’t even take a bite out of the damn cake, instead stuffing your mouth with something better.

“slow down birthday boy..!” jean groaned, watching the sight of his girth disappearing into your mouth, inch by inch. through syrupy eyes, you could still see his signature grin. one belonging to a man who’s libedo weighed heavier then his dick.

but you couldn’t remain occupied for too long, not when a harsh thrust from behind snapped your attention away from the brunette. “c’mon, i’m here too ya know. ♡” connie snickered breathlessly. his pelvis pressed up against the plush of your ass which were littered in hand marks from both men whom took turns giving you birthday spankings until they reached the number of your age.

you could barely hear what was being said between the two men, ramblings overshadowed by the skin slapping and your gagging.

“told ya he’d love our little gift..didn’t i?” connie’s words were chopped up, as he focused more on how far his cock can go in your ruined cunt, even resorting to keeping one leg up to spread you further. jean, melting in the feeling of your warm mouth, could only scoff.

“ah shut up con–fuckk, i might keep it up after tonight..” words that made your eyes widened and your ears perk up, a small smirk curled on the corners of your lips in approval of jean’s suggestion.

“yeah? you want that?” he cooed with faux softness. “you want us to stuff your pretty ass full of cum? anytime you want..? ♡”

oh fuck, yes! you thought to yourself, bobbing your head up and down as if you were nodding. a gesture that made his cock twitch.

“say less, baby.” connie sighs, leaning forward until he was practically hovering over you. a chain dangled over your face as he picked up his pace, fucking you like a jackrabbit in heat. whimpers leaked out of your stuffed up mouth as jean practically fucked your throat raw.

“c-cwum..i-i’m gonna c-“

“cum? you wanna cum baby?” connie coos in your ear with the same faux sympathy jean help in his tone. “c’mon..don’t be shy, sweet thing. ♡”

his quickened pace along with his crude dirty talk pushed you further over the edge of your orgasm, spurting all over the sheets and his girth as your eyes rolled to the back of your head. your mind went blank, only snapping out of it once connie drops your limp body back onto the ruined sheets and snapping his fingers next to your ears.

“hey, sit up for us.”

lifting your head, you were greeted with two cocks rubbing against your face. like clockwork, hot spurts of cum dribbled on your face, running down your neck and dripped onto your thighs. after all, what would your dearest friends do for the best birthday gift ever?

“mm..one more time.” you muttered, certainly heard once you felt two pairs of lips on both cum covered cheeks.

“relax prince, let us take care of you tonight. ~ ♡”

© porcalinecunt 🪽ᯓᡣ𐭩ྀི do not steal, translate, or use my work and claim as your own.

[bluinary]

Jean: From now on, we'll be using codenames. You will address me as "Eagle 1". Mikasa. Codename, "Been There, Done That".

Mikasa: Excuse me?

Jean: Marco is, "Currently Doing That."

Marco: [high-fives Jean.] Hooyah.

Jean: Sasha is, "It Happened Once In A Dream."

Sasha: Aight.

Jean: Armin is, "If I Had To Pick Another Dude."

Armin: ...thanks?

Jean: And Eren is...

Eren: I swear to god-

Jean: Eagle 2.

Eren: Oh, thank christ.

Levi: [enters] What the hell is going on in here-

Jean: And here is, "I'd Be Lying If I Said I Hadn't Thought About It".

Literally Everyone: .......

Jean: Oh fuck, I said that out loud.

[silenthilllz]

Promise Me (Jean x Reader)

MK SO I TYPED THIS ON MY PHONE AND SO ITS SHITTY, but hey, i tried my damn best after i havent written in so long :p. i have no fucking idea how to write as anyone from this series

It felt like you were standing in a fiery inferno. Everything was too hot and sweat started to drip from your pores. Your skin was on fire, a burning sensation filling your chest. You felt sluggish. It hurt every time you moved.

You could step away from it all easily. It was just a bonfire of all your friends corpses. Their bones beginning to dissolve into ashes and whatever remains they had were evaporating into thin air.

All of your senses were on fire. Sight, touch, hearing, taste, and smell... everything hurt and burned your body. But for some reason, even though the pain was beginning to get worse, you stayed put.

You looked at those who had survived the battle of Trost. It filled your heart with pain.

Scared pained faces filled with grief and mourning surrounded the courtyard. Most people were in tears and those who weren’t managed to keep a straight face. But their eyes showed the emotions they were feeling.

You took a deep breath, inhaling the ashes of fallen comrades and smoke. It hurt your lungs. It probably wasn’t a good idea to inhale it at such a close range of the bonfire, but you refused to step away from the fire.

“How.. how could this happen? We were ready! And everything went to shit quickly!” A cadet sobbed while holding onto a tattered cloth. They held the cloth to their face, trying to stifle their cries.

You bent down to their level, trying to smile in this darkest time. “It’ll be ok. We just have to adjust and move on.” You rubbed their back slowly.

“How can I move on when my little brother died in this fucking nightmare?!” The cadet refused to look at you.

“I don’t think your little brother would want you to stay like this. He would want you to accept it, and hopefully you can take revenge.” Your words weren’t hopeful, but you were trying your best in your current state.

The cadet’s sobbing grew quiet as they stood up slowly, still gripping the cloth of their younger brother in their hand. They finally looked at you, tears escaping their eyes as they bit their lip. “I’ll fight for my little brother. I’ll avenge him. That’s the least I can do now.”

You smiled at them. “That’s good.”

The cadet nodded, wiping their tears away and ran off back to wherever.

There was still people in mourning for their fallen comrades and family members, and so you tried your best to make them feel a little better even if your actions and words did little to their broken state.

As time went on and the sky grew darker, there were less people making vows at the bonfire. Some senior members had dumped off more bodies into the fire, trying to clean up the aftermath of Trost.

You looked at the bodies that had caught on fire as soon as they made contact with the flames. You recognized a few of them. They were your friends from the 104th training Corp. You bit your lip and gave a hearty salute towards your fallen comrades.

There was a weird sensation of being pulled towards the fire. It beckoned you closer, and you just about went into the blazing inferno when someone pulled you back into their arms.

“Everyone is gone... Mina, Thomas, Marco... I can’t lose you either.” A voice had spoken to you as they struggled not to cry against your shoulder.

You tried to pull away from them. You needed to go. “Jean...”

“I don’t know what I’m going to do. I was so set on heading into the military police with Marco that I didn’t think something like this would happen. My best friend is dead, and I don’t even know how he died!” Jean’s voice wavered. His grip on you got more tight; he was afraid you would vanish if he let go.

“Jean, maybe you should go into the scouting legion.” Your voice was quiet. The fire danced in front of you.

“I’ll probably fucking die if I do that! I’ll meet Marco earlier than I want too.. but at least I’ll meet him again.” His voice grew quiet. His grip slackened on you ever so slightly. He seemed to be debating something in his head.

Your eyes widened, swiftly turning around to face Jean Kirchstein. You reared your hand back and slapped him hard in the face. You swore you heard a cracking noise, and your hand hurt like hell but it didn’t matter at the moment.

Jean immediately woke up and held his throbbing cheek. “What the hell was that for?!” He stepped a little away from you, glaring into your eyes.

“Don’t you throw your life away to go meet Marco!! Marco would never approve of that! I’m sure as hell he would want you to use your skills for humanity!” You snapped at him. You didnt care about the little scene you were causing at the moment. You needed Jean to think clearly.

He gave you an incredulous look, “What skills?! I’m sure being brutally honest is not a good skill to have in this world where I could die at any moment!”

“You made it in the top ten in the training camp! That says a lot about you! I’m pretty sure Marco has told you a million times you would make a great leader. Use some common sense and put those skills to use!” You stepped closer to Jean. “Don’t give up because Marco isn’t here. He would want you to live. All of our fallen comrades would want us to live for them.”

Jean was on the verge of crying as he held his face. “But..”

You sensed his hesitation and boldly stepped forward. Grabbing the front strap of his harness and pulling it towards yourself, you smashed your lips against his chapped ones.

Jean went rigid before processing the fact you were kissing him in front of the fire that burned his fallen comrades. He took all what courage he had left and kissed back before you pulled away.

You smiled softly, feeling that burning sensation flare up again. Breaking apart from Jean, you smiled kindly at him. “Jean, please keep living for them.. for Marco...” You noticed your vision was fading slowly.

Jean began to quietly sniffle. He held you close to him, pressing a kiss on the top of your head. “I promise.” It had been a solid five minutes as Jean held you against him just existing close to one another. He rocked back and forth, whispering incoherent things to you.

You closed your eyes for the moment. You wanted this moment to last forever, but you knew it wouldn’t. Not for you at least… And at this moment, the burning sensation flared up painfully. You couldn’t ignore it this time. It was time. “Jean?”

Jean made a noise that signaled he had heard you. His eyes still transfixed on the bonfire.You didn’t want to do this, but you had to. “I think I heard Connie calling for you. You better go.” Your eyes got blurry as you struggled not to cry.

Jean looked back to where all the other recruits were heading too. He did see Connie waving to him. “I wonder what he wants… but he can wait, I wanna spend more time with you.”

“Jean it might be important. I’ll still be here when you’re done talking with Connie. Just go.” You pushed him softly away from yourself and smiled at him. Your smiles always made him do whatever you asked him to do, and it worked again this time.

“But I don’t wanna..” he grumbled. He nuzzled his head into the crook of your shoulder.

“Jean, go. I’ll be waiting.”Jean whined but went anyway. As he jogged over to where he saw Connie, he looked back at you. “You better stay put!”

You giggled, waving him off as he pushed his way through the crowd to find Connie. Sighing heavily, you looked back at the bonfire. You stepped closer and with each step, you felt the flames encircle your body. You looked back to where you last saw Jean.

“Did you say your goodbyes?”

You looked in front of yourself to see a freckled face smiling sadly at you. Behind him were other people who you knew all too well. “Not much of a goodbye, but I did tell him important things.”

“Well that’s good. Come on, we have to go. It’s our time. We can’t stay any longer.” The boy said, holding out his hand for me to take.

“I wish I didn’t end like this.” You muttered as you grabbed his hand and walked into the fire. “Life is too short in this world.”

“Yeah, I’ll miss our little squabbles. But we get to make new ones on our own, and while watching our friends.” He let go of your hand and walked further into the smoke with everyone else.

You looked back once more to see Jean calling your name while frantically searching for you.

Connie seemed to be with him with a grim expression on his face. Connie said something you couldn’t make out but you guessed what it was. Jean then started shaking Connie while yelling.

You kept on walking, knowing how this would play out. You couldn’t stay. After all, you were dead.

[hamliet]

Snk Characters and Hogwarts Houses

Just for fun :P (and also just our opinions.) Brought to you by @mercyandmagic and me. 

Gryffindor:

Eren Jaeger, Mikasa Ackerman, Reiner Braun, Connie Springer, Marlowe Freudenberg, Levi Ackerman, Petra Rai, Mike Zacharias, Nanaba, Dot Pixis. 

Hufflepuff:

Bertolt Hoover, Historia Reiss/Christa Lenz, Marco Bott, Sasha Braus, Moblit Berner, Eld Jinn, Carla Jaeger, Frieda Reiss, Hannes. 

Ravenclaw:

Armin Arlert, Annie Leonhart, Erwin Smith, Hange Zoe, Gunthur Schultz, Rico Brzenska.

Slytherin:

Ymir, Jean Kirchstein, Hitch Dreyse, Oruo Bozado, Zeke, Grisha Jaeger, Keith Shadis, Nile Dok, Darius Zackley. 

[attackonheadcanons]

high school au where teacher levi asks jean if he's a top or bottom and jean didn't realize he was talking about which locker he was given