#jean imagine

[lolitakirstein]

Sleepy men

How the men of Aot sleep/cuddle and what they wear

Ft: Eren Levi Jean Reiner

Cw: nothing really, fluff? Hint of smuttiness. 

EREN: He’s a restless sleeper. Constantly tossing and turning. Mumbling. Slinging his arms over and around you when he rolls over to curl up next to you, mushing his face into the crook of your neck and kissing it. He generally just wears his boxers, nothing fancy. “I sleep hot,” he admits. And good god yes the guy is a FURNACE, you sometimes have to push away from him during the night because he gets so warm. “Get back here” he’ll whines, reaching blindly for your body across the bed. “You’re burning me up!” you say, putting space between you and his hot body. He’ll groan and then throw the covers off of you, exposing you to the cold room. He smirks as you yelp at the cool air and immediately curl back up into him.  The heat DOES pay off in the winter because you sneak your cold feet onto his back. “Goddamn, get those ice cubes off of me!” he mumbles sleepily into the pillow. “But your sooooo warm,” you giggle. 

Levi: He sleeps like a Victorian child struck down with the plague. On his back, hands across his chest like he’s in a casket. He doesn’t move once during the night. “I don’t want to mess up the bed that much,” he says. He wears luxury silk pajamas with his initials on them. It was difficult when you first started sleeping together, you didn’t know if he was a cuddler or not so you just laid on your side next to him for the first few stays over. However, you got brave enough and ask “Do you like to cuddle?” He takes a beat before answering, “Its been awhile since i’ve done such activities but i’m not opposed to it.” You take that as a go-ahead and wrap up against his side, his arm curls around your shoulder, gently stroking your bare arm. “Is this ok?” you ask. He sighs, “Actually this is perfect.” He loves having the weight of you on top of him, sometimes your legs thrown over his. Even when you turn away in your sleep, he will reach a hand to keep on you, just a reminder that you are there with him. 

JEAN: This man is a fucking BED HOG! No matter how big the bed is, they cant contain his tall frame and long legs. He sleeps in a band tshirt and basketball shorts. He will let you wear one of his tshirts to bed as well. He’s a blanket snob too, always stealing them from around you. “Jean I’m cold!,” you pout, trying to tug the covers from around him. He’ll laugh at your pathetic whining and pull you to where you are both on your sides facing each other. His long legs tangling with yours. “Better,” he’ll ask, kissing your nose. “Much” you mumble into his chest, inhaling his scent. When you have a nightmare and are fretting around in your sleep, he will wrap his lean arms around you, kissing your sweat-damp head trying to soothe you. “Hey i’m here, its ok.” he’ll murmur. He easily relaxes you back to sleep. 

REINER: He sleeps in flannel pants and shirtless AND he is a CUDDLER!!!! From the moment your ass hits the mattress he is dragging you close to his body. He loves spooning, the feel of your naked back against his bare chest and the smell of your clean hair is like a sedative to him. “God you smell so good,” he says into your neck. He’s always struggled falling asleep, but once you started spending the nights, he was finally able to get the best sleep he’s ever got. He loves it when you spoon him, draping your tiny body over his muscular back, sometimes tracing your fingers up and down his back and kissing the nape of his neck as you both drift off. When you sleep on your back he lays on his side to face you and wraps his arm over your torso, legs intertwined. He loves watching you sleep, and how peaceful you look. It makes him feel so incredibly lucky. You always wake up to him stealing kisses on your neck or chest or even between your legs. He is ALSO ravenous in the morning. 

[a-certain-romance]

Don’t be surprised when you get bent over

Characters/Ships: Ei, Miko, & Jean x fem!reader

Synopsis: You can’t avoid them forever <3

Warnings: Smut written by a minor, fingering (Miko), some somno (Ei), oral R receiving (Ei), overstimulation (Ei), teasing (Jean), face-sitting (Jean)

Ei wouldn’t call it an obsession. You’ve been slowly introducing her to Kamera mechanisms and she’s been hooked ever since. Her curiosity since her time spent with the traveler has been eye-opening, and as a surprise gift to Ei you went out and bought her one. She never really had much free time as it is, and now her hobby draws her to every small crevice of Inazuma. She finds herself accompanying her soldiers to various military camps or meetings with small villages, and not only do the experiences enhance her skills but it also becomes a way for Ei to re-familiarizes herself with Inazuma’s culture and landscape.

You support her, obviously, until it starts to keep her out of the bed. Despite her day time exploration the one thing you can always count on (unless she was on a long trip) was that she would meet you in bed and hold you until the both of you fell asleep. But now Ei is out in the middle of the night focusing on the stars, while you shiver in a bed that lacks Ei’s warmth.

Hatching a plan to get her attention was fairly simple; all it took was a lewd promise for her to come running. You spent the entire day out, not on the streets in the city but wandering around in the plains and cozying up to the wild foxes. You debated whether to not Ei would be home once the sun set, but then you remembered that tonight was supposed to be a full moon, and figured Ei would want to photograph that as well. You went to sleep early after finishing a meal prepped by the cooks and didn’t think of much else.

As you slept, you had the best dream about Ei. She tied you up to the bed posts and was eating you out as if she were starving for you. Her tongue felt so soft yet firm on your clit as she licked away at your cunt. And the best part was that it felt so real. Every swipe of her tongue left you feeling in so much bliss. But the sounds were getting echoey, and the spike of pleasure felt too good to be just a dream.

You opened your eyes to find that your arms were in fact restrained: wrists tied around in intricate little bows, just how long were you asleep? Your lower half remained free, but was extremely sore and sensitive. Ei’s arms hooked possessively around your legs, her head buried between them as the rest lay limp over her shoulders.

Your movement brings her back from her haze. Her lustful eyes, her cocky grin; fuck you can feel yourself dripping at just the sight of her.

“At last, you’re awake. You make the cutest expressions when you asleep, did you know that?” Those last few words were mumbled in your pussy, sending shockwaves of pleasure. Ei chuckles against you, “Though I suppose that is from my doing”

Her tongue moved around you, paying extra special attention to your sensitive clit. You whine and dig your heels into her back as you start to grind against her face. Your thrusts, almost automatically, start to speed up and soon Ei is licking up your mess.

Just as you’re catching your breath, Ei replaces her tongue with her fingers against your pussy lips. “I intend to keep you up til dawn,” Ei eyes bore into your own as she looks up at you from above your navel,

“A shogun doesn’t back down on her word”

Like Ei, Jean’s ignorance comes from a new hobby as well. You’ve noticed that Jean’s mental fatigue has been increasing for a while now. She’s been dealing with the stress in more physical ways: meditation, training, massages from you that sometimes lead to more. Yet she can’t shake off the feeling that wears her down at the days end.

You’re a library aide, training to become a librarian alongside Lisa. During one of your afternoon tea breaks she brings up the idea of reading. You dismiss it at first, Jean has always sighed that there was just not enough hours in the day for something like that, but after some consideration you took Lisa’s advice to heart. During one of her (forced) breaks you gifted Jean one of your favorites.

Suffice to say she was in and out of the Library nearly every other day. Jean feverishly flies through books every time she finishes another draining report. And every time she reaches the back cover you are always there to greet her when she comes in for a new one.

She’s been extremely invested in all these little worlds, but has slowly been less and less invested in your relationship. You’re extremely happy that Jean’s taking the time to nourish this new side of her, but sometimes she forgets to make the time for you too.

Jean can be rather clueless sometimes. It’s not as if you’ve tried to stop her, but she’s oblivious to the hints you drop. It’s been weeks since you’ve last been on a date, and the most interaction you get from her is when you see her at the library. Even when you’re back home, it’s like she’s a ghost, only ever feeling her presence when she’s nearby. And that’s if she has the energy to not collapse immediately she she hits the sheets.

The next time Jean comes in through those library doors you make sure to slip a note in the next book you give her.

Now you’re the one who’s occupied throughout the day. Even Lisa starts to question your spark of work ethic and Jean’s prolonged visits, but it’s the only time she can hope to catch you off guard since she’s so tired after a long days work. And there’s so many close calls, you would’ve let Jean take you against the tables had it not been for Lisa’s watchful eye.

Jean can’t take it anymore. She nearly lost it during this trip. Jean forced herself to sneak in before closing because one of her many library books, one that she nearly forgot about, was about to be due the next day, and she didn’t want to suffer Lisa’s wrath. But there was no Lisa in sight, just the two of you alone in the big, empty library.

Apologies spilled out of her mouth filled with promises to manage her time and attention better and begged, begged, for your forgiveness. You accept and become trapped as she bend you against one of the library tables.

Even though you were aching for her touch this was still your workplace, and the shame of cleaning up cum from the tables would embarrass you to no end, especially if Lisa happened to see. You walk home together and she spends that time teasing and discreetly touching you.

When you get home she pulls you flush against her chest and kisses your cheek sensually. Her hand hold the back of your neck gently as she twirls around a few baby hairs. Her mouth goes to your lips and you feel her tongue run along the bottom of your lip. The second you allow entrance she picks you up and carries you bridal style to set you down on the bed.

As she lays her weigh on top of you her knee presses right up against your heat. She pulls back to take a breath, and goes back in right after. It’s a slow make-out session, one that you weren’t expecting after how Jean’s been acting’s. You guide her hand to your panties but she stops short.

“In a rush, are we? Aren’t you forgetting we have all night?”

“We nearly did it at the library, I’m sure you’re as pent up as I am”

“Maybe so,” she says as she un-do’s the buttons of your shirt, “but it’s only fair after that stunt you pulled. I finally have you alone now, I want to make the most of it.”

She leans in to whisper in your ear, “If you cum before I say you can, there’ll be serious repercussions .”

She maneuvers you both so that you rest your pussy on her face. She lets you control the pace, control the rhythm and control how deep you want to go. But that statement was her only warning. And when your mind gets fuzzy from all the stimulation you forget about the rule, that one rule.

When you get back down to the mattress Jean is tsking.

“Looks like we really do have a long night ahead of us”

Yae Miko is such a tease

One second her hands are all over you as she whispers dirty things into your ear and the next, she’s laughing at your expression and walking away. She loves how you give into her so quickly. It made her wonder how you would fair if she were to cut off her affections all at once.

She’d cling to your arm in public and and act as if you were a stranger behind closed doors. Why? Her own curiosity of course. The psychology of humans will never not be of great entertainment for her. And, it’s been so long since she’s seen you so desperate.

You’ve had enough of her testing your resolve, so you decided to do the same. As Miko slept, you wrote a neat little message in an envelope and, in the morning, instructed a shrine maiden to deliver it to Miko. And once the plan was set in stone, you remain sure that bringing out Miko’s competitive side will make her end this whole…experiment.

You avoided that room like the plague. Despite her attempts to catch you off guard you know her well enough to predict her next move. Indoors it was like a game of chess, and outside a game of cat and mouse. This competition lasted for days. Both too stubborn to give in and both too filled with more tension than they can handle.

You came back home during the evening when you knew Miko was busy with shrine duties. You heard from an acquaintance that Miko was held up in her office with paperwork and would probably not finish until later.

Deciding to relax, you recline onto the bed for a break. You breathe in the sweet scent of Sakura blossoms from Miko’s pillow and realize how lonely the past few days have been. Sure, the competition and the tricks were sometimes fun but what you really missed was seeing the want in her eyes.

You pull off your shirt and unhook your bra, gasping at how the cool air brushes your nipples. You grope your breasts while thinking of the perfect, pink-haired Yokai who’s captured your heart. You imagine what it would feel like if she were here right now. Her touch is magnetic, you dream of it as you circle your finger around your nipple. The image of what Miko would do to you fills your mind and sends heat straight to your core. The hand that isn’t occupied with your boob grazes between your legs and you whine out “Miko”.

The door bursts open. “And so the mouse has been caught. You’ve surprised me, I did not think you would last for this long.“ She removes your hand and replaces it with you fingers.

“But I knew you had to come home eventually, and it seems the story I planted worked”. Her fingers begin to pump into you at a steady rhythm. “Turn around for me”

When you flip onto your stomach she slightly hovers over you, running her hands along your backside, admiring your beauty. “It’s been so long hasn’t it? Truth be told, I believe the wait makes it worth the while”. Her fingers return to your cunt and resume their thrusts, only much faster this time.

He fingers hit harder and deeper into you, sliding across all the right places. But before letting you finish she slows down her movements to an almost lazy pace. She simply laughs at your confusion, “You have all night to cum, why rush it?”

[ohimsummer]

WHEN THEY HAVE A CRUSH ON YOU (boy vers!)

—   jean, armin, connie eren, levi, erwin

—  fluff, modern! au, a little explicit language

[fem + hange vers!]

: ̗̀➛ JEAN

He denies his crush on you at every turn. You’re his friend! Of course he likes hugging you and hanging out at your house late into the night, long after everyone else has went home. Jean tries to convince himself that everyone feels this way about their friends, or that it’s just a phase that will pass. Everyone has let their imagination run wild and wondered what it’d be like to start a family with their best friend!...right?

: ̗̀➛ ARMIN

Armin tries to distract himself from you, but always finds himself in your presence. Just as he’s rid himself of thoughts of your smile, your laugh, your pretty face, and can finally focus on his studies in the library, there you are: not even acknowledging him as you’re too intent on finding a specific book amongst the shelves. And there his thoughts go again, racing and wild and rampant with you.

: ̗̀➛ CONNIE

He sort of feels you wouldn’t like him back? You two are just friends, and best friends at that; he wouldn’t want to ruin your relationship by making things awkward with his feelings, so he just resorts to joking about it. Offers to be your boyfriend when you complain to him about some guy you stopped seeing, but is quick to go “I’m kidding!” when you look over at him. He always tries to play these things off, but you can tell by the way he looks at you sometimes that he’s an utter faker.

: ̗̀➛ EREN

Eren is frustrated with his feelings. He’s constantly fighting with himself that he doesn’t like you. You’re his best friend, no he doesn’t have fucking feelings for you?? Sometimes, you wonder why he pulls away from you so abruptly, or grumpily avoids eye contact with you while poorly hiding the red tint on his cheeks. He’s mentioned before that he doesn’t have feelings for you, so is he sick? Lovesick, maybe.

: ̗̀➛ LEVI

Levi shoves his feelings deep, deep down, and tries to treat you as he treats everyone else. But, no matter how much he forces himself to call you annoying, or shrug you off of him when you show him any physical affection, he struggles not to give in to your company, or give you such a soft look whenever he listens to you talk. He can’t help gazing at you in such a loving way, but you’ll never actually catch him looking at you this way.

: ̗̀➛ ERWIN

Similar to Armin, Erwin attempts to distract himself with work. He’ll spend long hours in the office and drown himself in paperwork when he gets home, but it doesn’t stop the visions of you from infiltrating his head whenever he’s not scribbling and reading over papers. You occupy every corner of his mind; he’ll find himself frozen and hunched over his desk, only to realize he was thinking of you, that gorgeous person working on the floor above him. 

[chrollohearttags]

AOT boys and their favorite female rappers

📝: because I’m bored, sad and needed a good laugh. Y’all forgive me for this 😭 please don’t take me seriously.

eren

100% on board with the fact that he loves himself some ice spice

subconsciously says ‘like’ after every word now, and you can’t tell him he ain’t hot shit either.

bout broke his damn fingers trying to post a pic with the caption ‘how could I lose if I’m already chose?’

that’s his girl fr and nobody better not say shit about her either. #1 stan.

bonus: he loves flo milli just as much! be singing conceited to the top of his lungs.

mans just loves some bad bitch music.

armin

baby is a barb first and human second.

nicki is his girl until the day he dies.

‘that’s the queen. Nobody’s taking her place, period.’

raps both parts of Roman’s Revenge like somebody got a gun to his head. (he be doing her mannerisms and everything!)

recites her monster verse like it’s the national anthem.

was on that burner account going crazy during the infamous beef. And to this day, still mad at anybody who goes against her.

connie

cardi is his girl

“That’s my cousin, on my momma side. I’m for real.”

his source? trust him bro.

be living when she raps in spanish and yeah he knows every word. (He def got a cutout of her album cover hanging in his room.)

him and armin have had their fair share of arguments.

be hanging out the window of the hellcat screaming tomorrow 2.

jean

head hottie in charge, you already know. Megan stan all day everyday!

does the little ‘ahh’ without realizing.

totally standing by the fact that big ole freak is his favorite song.

plays her twerk vids on loop for like an hour.

“Y’all think Pardi can fight? Be honest.”

[hellavile]

under the influence. jean kirstein.

୭ warnings . . . fem!reader, officer!jean, lowercase intended, black coded, hot sweaty car sex, public indecency, oral ꒰ m received ꒱, jean’s rough bc he is, mild degradation, jean’s your ex, reader rides jean, impact play, jean’s a titty sucker srry i don’t make the rules.

୭ mocha’s note .ᐟ . . . men in uniform. yes. also y’all know exactly what song that title is. ;)

   hues of blue and scarlet flicker over the body of your obsidian lexus rc 300, the vechicle behind you blaring the sirens like they’re eardrum killers purposely meant to burst them. you hated those fucking things. police even more. huffing after wiping the tears off your face, you pull to the side of the empty road. it’s extremely late at night. more-so early, around three in the morning. checking your rear view mirror, you spot the black camaro with an officer stepping out of it. just my fucking luck. as if you weren’t already having a shitty night. kissing your teeth, you sniffle as you roll down your window before reaching into your glove compartment for your license and registration. you’re not exactly sure why you’re being pulled over to be frank.

    the officer strolls towards your car, a tall, lanky man whose wearing a black long sleeve which hugs his muscles and sharp cut abs with dark jeans and heavy boots. the belt around his hips is thick and leather . . . expensive looking. when he’s by the window to your vehicle, you turn to see his appearance. dewy pink lips plush as cotton. fawn long hair that brushes on the nape of his neck. a messy stubble on his jawline that shifts as he chews his gum. he didn’t have a badge, nor a holster on his hips with a gun or a taser. however, he did have on a loose vest with multiple pockets. maybe he was off duty and you ruined his drive home? his scent is strong, recognizable even. bleu de chanel. makes the hair on your skin rise. his eyes are what really draw you in. low and dark, like a dravite tourmaline.

    “i knew it was you.”

    a pang in your chest makes it nearly hard to breathe. you had to blink several times to decipher his image. you knew this man for sure. those lips of his curl into a lopsided grin as he witnesses your saddened eyes expanding. your fingertips slowly glide off your steering wheel as your hands drop into your lap. the man before you, your ex boyfriend, turns his neck sideways before spitting out his gum into the road. he has one hand on his hip and the other in his back pocket, now aware of the gun tucked in the back of his jeans. he’s definitely off duty. the car he’s driving is an undercover cop car.

    “can’t speak to me?” jean prompts louder as if you couldn’t hear him the first time. “i’ve told you fifty times about that taillight, baby. how come it isn’t fixed yet?”

     jesus this really isn’t a good night. of all the people you’ve encountered today, your ex had to be one of them. a cop scared you enough. but him? he terrified you. in all the right ways. sounds crazy, but there’s a reason.

     “i see you followed through with your training.”

     “did. i see you’re still hardheaded.”

     “am.”

     jean rolls his eyes. “that’s beside the point. why are you driving like you’re under the influence? you’ve been drinking?”

     “no, i haven’t. sorry, i’m just . . . in my head,” he watches you sigh, noticing the puffiness in your eyes along with a hint of redness. you’ve been crying. it’s clear as day. jean cocks his head to the side, getting closer to your window, resting an arm on the hood of your car.

     “what’s going on?” a genuine tone in his voice makes you cower. you didn’t need it. not from him that’s for sure.

     “don’t worry about it. just give me a ticket so i can go home.”

     he doesn’t appreciate the stern, cold tone in your voice. handing him your papers like he’s a stranger, a regular cop. not a man you’ve dated for five years. he’s seen every aspect of you. every breakdown, laugh, trauma. every freckle on your body. knows the way you like it. maybe you didn’t patch things up the right way, but that doesn’t make it okay for you to act like he doesn’t mean anything to you. fucking brat.

     “is it so bad to worry about you?” his jaw clenches in fury, inching his face closer to yours, head sticking entirely into your space. you pull your face back, eyeing him like he’s crazy, baffled by his action.

     “get out of my car.”

     “i’m not in it. now shut the fuck up and tell me what happened. clearly you’re not okay. you’re swerving like you’re drunk plus you’ve been crying. i see it.”

     the assertiveness he gives you almost makes you melt in your seat, not hearing his voice in so long, sometimes craving it. it’s like a warm cup of hot chocolate. smooth and comforting. your lower lip gets taken between your teeth before you’re inhaling and exhaling.

     “this guy i’ve been fucking with just told me he had a girlfriend, so. we got into this huge fight and he broke my glasses which is why i can’t see all that good right now. i’m just trying to get home to forget about it.”

     the look on his face is empty. “he hit you?”

      immediately, you deny. “n-no. i mean, he grabbed me to try and apologize and my glasses fell and he stepped on them by accident.”

     remembering it made you hug yourself, feeling his fingertips squeezing your arms harshly once again. jean looks there and sees a few bruises. your skin was really sensitive, so you bruised over anything.

     “step out of the car.”

     you blink. “what?”

     “you heard me the first time.”

     clearly, it doesn't seem as if he'll give up until you do. rolling your eyes, you do what you’re told, jean stepping back as you aggressively swing open your car door, stepping out with your arms hugging yourself considering you’re only wearing a cream flower lily sundress with white sandals. jean couldn’t help his lingering stare. you’ve always been outrageously beautiful to him.

    “it’s really none of your concern.”

     “god, i forgot how much you talked,” the tiny ‘tch’ coming from him before he’s pulling you in for a tight, comforting hug has you falling back into the same entrapment of passion. jean broke up with you because he didn’t want a relationship anymore. he wanted to work on himself, his life, pay more attention to his family and the baby girl he had with an ex of his. the reason why he terrified you is simple; you loved him too damn much that it hurt you to your core. to let him go. to be alone again. you hated him for leaving you.

    “missed your pretty self,” now he's stroking your cheek with the pad of his thumb endearingly, rolling his lips inwardly when your eyes meet his.

    “do you?” it comes out softer than you intended. small. he makes you feel so goddamn small, safe, and secure.

    “yeah,” he breathes.

    it's frustrating sometimes when your body reacts before your mind does. dainty hands reaching to skim across his waist you then grab onto, bringing him closer until your back is pressed up to your car. jean’s face remains stagnant. not sure of what to do. actually, he preferred to see what you were intending. truth is, you didn't know. if you wanted to rant about how he left you. kiss him and tell him to take you home. or get on your knees and worship him just because.

    “are you with her?” your bottom lip juts out as you impel your chest to his. jean takes a minute to understand the question. you must've meant her.

    “no. never. we're just co-parenting.”

    “promise you haven't fucked her. not once after we split?” jean groans as the hazel in his eyes turn murkier, your face no longer in his. instead, you're bug-eyed with the bulge in his jeans. unlatching his buckle and pushing all your weight onto the car behind you as you balance yourself on your calfs.

    “just one time. didn't mean anything,” jean is blunt about it causing you to raise your brow the same time you're dragging down his zipper. he doesn't so much as glance around to check for any unexpected company. it's nearly four in the morning and you're off the road near a forest of trees. no one was coming.

    “was it good?” he swears to god he almost busts right there, clenching his jaw as you stick out your salivated tongue, hand wrapped around the base of his thick, hardened cock, a tear droplet of precum on the head. it's pulsating in your palm, and you mewl, wetting your lips with allure.

    “i c-can't remember,” jean hisses as the warmth of your mouth intakes him, batting your curled lashes and glaring into his eyes as the vein on the underside of his cock is caressed by your tongue. he's somewhat in your mouth, resting heavy on your slippery tongue before you pull back and lap at the tip. jean’s physique is arched over you, forehead nearly grazing the hood of your vehicle.

    “try,” now your hands reside on the back of his thighs, gathering enough saliva to spit over his dick, dragging it along with your pursed lips on either side, waiting for him to speak.

    jean bites his lips so hard he curses, sucking on the blood seeping out, bucking his hips to thrust into your mouth. since you move back again, it makes him suck his teeth. big hands holding either side of your head before he's giving you a dark stare you hadn't seen in a minute. it makes you squirm. submitting easily.

    “stick that lil’ tongue out,” he rasps, slicking his own over his bitten red lip. “you have to be polite, princess.”

    it kills you to hear him speak to you like this. every spoken word foreign. you seriously don't know what came over you. too many emotions hitting you at once. seeing him, smelling him, holding him . . . you wanted him. no, needed him.  obeying as you do, you stretch your mouth wider to fit him in deeper. jean mumbles a low ‘there we go, girl’, swallowing his spit and shifting his gut to fuck your mouth as he pleased. he's pressing your head against the door, your eyes wide and lashes specked with tears, jean grunting the faster he fucks your throat. you're breathing through your nose as best as you can, clutching onto him for support, unable to squeeze your thighs like you needed to ease the excessive throbbing.  

    he's by far one of the prettiest men you've met in your lifetime. moans even more lovely. drool slicks down the side of your chin, the color in your pupils shifting as your eyes lose focus. jean warns you under a brief choke, telling you ‘hold your breath’ before he's shoving his dick entirely down your throat. you claw at his thigh, gagging as he stays there for a few more seconds before pulling back. you gasp dramatically, swallowing the remainder of your saliva with his dick springing in your face, catching your breath.

    “good fuckin’ girl,” he's petting the side of your face before helping you stand, your knees burning from being crouched down for so long. they were gonna burn more when you found out how he was going to have you next.

    in your backseat, door shut and lights off. jean’s on his back, pants still clinging to his waist as your body pounces above him, clit occasionally brushing against the dark happy trail on his pelvis as you bounced on his dick with every inch of your body burning and screaming at you. chest rumbling from your euphoric screeches. ass clapping heavily on his bulky thighs as you grip onto the headrest of the passenger seat, the other on the back seat. jumping like his cute bunny while your tits are in his starved mouth. rushing his hot tongue over your nipples, teeth sinking in gently. sucking and pulling with his lips as he studies you with exhilaration.

    “who's a good cock whore for daddy?” jean hums, a free hand swatting your ass for the fifth time now, encased by heat. feels like it's swollen. the yelp you exude makes him weak. you're so fucking sexy it makes no goddamn sense. “huh?”

    “me, baby!” you sniffle cutely, slowing down and sitting down fully, gyrating, losing your balance.

    “unh uh,” jean slaps your ass, your scream defeaning. “who said to stop? keep fucking going.”

    the car is hot, no doubt. doesn't help that the windows aren't down and your seats are leather. jean’s lower back is sticky with sweat. his gear still on, shirt lifted only to his midsection. gun inside of your center console for safety. a broken whine falters from you as you rise up again, shifting your legs so one foot is flat on the floor and the other by his torso. he grabs that leg, keeping your knee bent once you find your pace again.

    “s’in my tummy,” both of you look there in sync, jean snickering when you whine. it’s too dark to notice but both of you could feel it.

    “clear as day, sweetheart. it's what makes me so proud of you. taking all my dick likes it's yours to own.”

    “it is mine,” you pout sadly.

    “mmm,” he tongues his inner cheek before grinning. “you want it back?”

it dawns on you for a second, realizing what he really meant. gulping, you nod. real you will have a conversation with yourself later. you’re dick drunk right now. totally different person.

“show me, then we'll decide.”

his girl. it’s what you are, how you feel. that’s the title that’ll always be yours to hold. doesn’t matter what happens between you two. who may interfere. you’re jean’s girl until death. that’s your man. and you made sure to fuck him good just so he could remember that. picking yourself up and dropping your ass down harder, faster. jean’s hissing, brows bent as he fists your dress he tightened on your stomach rougher. he can’t control himself when he helps you out by lifting his hips to collide with the flush of your skin, groaning deeply, jaw slacking.

    “take your fucking dick, baby. take your fuckin’ dick,” jean growls by your ear after you fall forward, crying extremely loud it scares him for a second, thinking you’re in pain. it just so happens you’re overwhelmed with pleasure, the octave in your tone raising higher. it’s a noise he’s never, ever heard emit from you before. it stuns him, so bewildered by it that he halts completely.

   “jean, m’ . . . ” it’s too fast the way you switch your position. bringing both your knees on either side of his slim figure, clutching his long hair, pleading and whimpering in his neck. you entire body’s trembling. “pleaseplease.”

jean listens to your sign without hesitation. angling his body to drill his cock into you while holding you down with his arm thrown around your waist, foot implanted on the seat while his other hand spread your cheeks apart, fingers sprawled over your hot skin. balls slapping as your sluice pussy covers his dick. when you cum you’re absolutely gone. laying your forehead against the door, shaking, screaming, crying. all of it is just what he needs cum on the globes of your ass, pulling out swiftly and moaning into your chest.

    “you don't know what you do to me.”

        visual. visual.

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[cagesofgold]

plant dad

leaves that are green - simon and garfunkel 🎧

when you were concerned about your boyfriend's loneliness levels whilst put on a placement for your job out of town, you had no idea your efforts would have this effect.

He had become completely and irrevocably consumed. There were woven baskets with dahlias suspended from the doorways, money trees with thick healthy stems sprouting from rusted pots, and the shadow of a bird of paradise's leaves shrouding the bathroom in a peaceful level of dusk.

Jean had never expressed an interest in nature before. He had a few compositions he'd done for class featuring a clan of withering roses, yet even then he found it less interesting than drawing a card board box.

So, when you came home with a small fairy castle cactus, Jean didn't bat an eyelid, he simply commented on the warm yellow of the flowers standing proudly against the towers of green, and then continued stirring the pot of bubbling pasta.

This is what you had expected of course, but in truth, you knew Jean didn't cope well with being alone, having had the comfort of his mother's gentle humming his entire childhood, and Connie's less comforting humming before he moved in with you.

Although only for three weeks, this would be the longest amount of time you had spent away from Jean, and the longest amount of time he had been by himself. Of course you knew he'd be fine, perhaps just a little bit more clingy after your return, yet still you wanted to leave him a little company when things grew quiet. Of course since your apartment didn't allow pets, you had to settle for a less disruptive method of discreet company.

So you left the cactus, its plain white pot adjacent to the silver tap in the kitchen, with a little sheet of instructions of when to water it.

While away, you texted Jean a handful of times to ensure he was watering it, to which he replied with rather mundane responses like, "Yep." or, "Did it before class."

These responses didn't fill you with confidence, so instead you automatically assumed that your plan had failed, as any individual would.

Except the next day, whilst you sat with your shoulders hunched and body sandwiched between two business men on the subway, you recieved a picture, lighting up your face and making the austere man beside you squint.

It was a picture of the cactus, appearing even more healthy than when you first purchased it from the local market, yet it was the larger figure looming next to it that caught your eye. It was a small moon cactus, stretching upwards with a slight limp, a blood red flower enabling it to appear slightly top heavy. This cactus resided in a black pot, a deep contrast to its lighter counterpart.

"Got her a friend, think they're getting along well. :)"

A smile instantly painted itself onto your face, surprise filling every crevice within you as you typed back,

"Looks like they are :)"

A few days came and went and by now you'd spent about a week and a half at your internship, with only half to go. As you sat at your desk, leafing through a booklet of fabrics for an upcoming collection, your phone buzzed against the desk. Your lock-screen of a picture of Jean filled your view, his tan back facing the camera as he gently pulled his paintbrush across the canvas, a rainbow of paint stains littering his thick forearms. Below this sat a notification, with an attachment from Jean.

You opened the file curiously, waiting a few hesitant moments for it to load, a small circle spiraling around itself before it opened into a web page.

In pink bold letters at the top it read,

MOON AND PRINCESS'S WEDDING

the ecstatic couple would simply be over the, moon, if you could attend the day of which they profess their undying love for each other. Please contact the father of the bride, Jean Kirstein, if you are able to attend.

As you read over the file in confusion, a second text message from Jean came through, bearing a photo of the two cactus standing side by side. The princess castle's previously blank white pot had been transformed into a glittering wedding gown, with a tissue over her head as a makeshift veil, making you giggle. The moon cactus' black pot had become a luxorious tux, with a yellow bow tie to match princess' yellow flowers.

You erupted into laughter, your fingers tapping against the keyboard as you said,

"Tell moon and princess i can't wait."

Over the next week and a half you received copious photos of the new additions to the house, and photographic evidence of Jean's newfound watering can collection that was growing at a concerningly rapid rate.

Part of you was pleased that your plan ended in success, yet you somewhat feared the house you may return to, not fully prepared to weave your way through the newly established jungle.

Yet as you stood in the center of the apartment, surrounded by the loamy smell of soil and the fresh aroma of newly budding flowers, you couldn't help but feel a sense of joy at the tranquil breath of life around you, a rainbow of watering cans of differing sizes running along the top of the kitchen cabinets, with spiky ivy nestled into the chipping windowsills.

"Too much?" Jean asked hesitantly, his arms wrapping around your waist from behind slowly, the hands of which he had tenderly loved the nature around him the past three weeks touching you just as gently.

"It's beautiful, Jean." You smiled.

As you and jean lay in bed that night, tangled up in each other having just ate about as many chicken wings as it would take to feed an army, you felt an immense amount of peace within the fresh air and Jean's loving disposition.

And when Jean suddenly shot up in the middle of the night, the sheets bundling around his carved abdomen, his words didn't surprise you in the slightest, rushing out of the room as he yelled,

"Sorry, babe, i forgot to water the orchids!"

[jeanbie]

WAYS TO SAY I LOVE YOU #4 ★ masterlist.

pairing: jean x reader

genre: major canon divergence fic | warnings: scouting mission events, blood, gore, violence, character death, lance is fictional, decapitations | wc: 3.1k

note: emphasis on canon divergence! you've been warned :P

⏤ Imagine the way they say I love you. Imagine the words choked out as hands race over skin, checking for injuries and begging for reassurance.

Captain Levi told every recruit when they first joined the Survey Corps that one of the most important things to remember whilst being a cadet was not to pay attention, or remember to tighten your harnesses before leaving for breakfast, but instead, he preached that under absolutely zero circumstances should you ever, if you can try, ever fall in love within the ranks.

It hadn’t seemed obvious to the cadets at the time, because wasn’t love good? Wasn’t love what fuelled the motivation to return? Surely, Captain Levi, this was good. But, the Captain stared back at the crowd of novice cadets and frowned, a pinched irritation between his eyebrows. 

“Imagine going into battle and becoming distracted because all you can care about is the safety of that person,” Captain Levi had said, gently resting his hands on his knees, speaking as though telling from experience. Perhaps he was. “Imagine putting all your love and time into this one person, and then having that person ripped from your hands.” 

Nobody had said anything, and only sat there with dawning realisation as Captain Levi stood from his chair and tucked it under the table quietly. “None of you deserve that pain. Do as I say, and you’ll thank me when it’s all over.”

Jean had been there listening that day, sitting on a chair next to Lance, who had found himself a favourite of Squad Leader Hange. He had shifted uncomfortably under the judgemental gaze of the shorter captain, but as he walked away with his head tucked down and his chin on his torso, Jean suddenly felt a new wave of respect for his Captain. Watching as Captain Levi retreated out of the hall without another word, silently dismissing everybody present, Jean sucked in a breath when beside him, you nudged his elbow with a small smile.

Jean was not on your squad; despite joining the scouts together, Captain Levi had made the decision to split you, with Jean joining Captain Hange's squad and Squad Leader Mike taking yourself. As the gates lifted at a chillingly slow speed, Jean chanced a glance in your direction, and his heart paused when you looked right back at him. 

Quietly he chuckled, the sight of a toothy smile hitting him in the face and then shyly retreating to look back towards the back of Mike’s head. Jean watched for a moment longer and then suddenly looked away, meeting the quick glance from Captain Levi. The Captain said nothing, because he didn’t need to say anything. Jean looked down quickly with a spreading feeling of shame at being caught, and frustration at being the first known cadet to break Captain Levi’s golden rule.

The city stood in spires of thick smoke, the distant growls of hungry and wandering titans filling the city as the squad rolled in, immediately falling into their formations. Nobody had ventured into this area since it had fallen, evident by the piles of chalky rubble and bodies and limbs littered like petals from a wedding, stained blood pools and flattened bodies underneath fallen boulders the size of small houses. Jean clenched the reigns of his horse tighter, the skin of his hands turning bone white- the city felt eerily silent towards the west side that Jean and the rest of his squad had moved towards. This time, and uncharacteristic of his Captain, Hange was wordless, looking at the damage quickly, missing nothing. Jean did the same, cowering as they passed the shadows cast by the passing buildings, jagged and reflecting like monsters teeth before the sun. 

“Grumbling, east, Captain,” Monicka said, her hair framing her collarbones as she looked in that direction and then back at Hange, who nodded with a grunt and continued forward. “We should investigate that. It’s getting closer, Captain.”

“The surrounding squads will do their jobs,” Felix replied with a frown. “You should lower your voice.”

Monicka’s eyebrows furrowed. “But-”

Her words were cut short, following the thunderous stuttering of heavy footsteps both beyond and behind the small formation of horses. Jean’s stallion whinnied, standing up on two legs in protest and he quickly calmed him down, whispering hushed assurances as Hange looked behind them and towards two titans bounding towards them. 

“Take those,” they said, already tightening their harness and adjusting their belt. Monicka clung onto the reigns of her horse and called out their name with horror as they stood up off their horse and projected towards the group of titans beyond the formation. A passing glance spread through the group as two other members followed their Captain, leaving Monicka, Jean and Franz to steer backwards, heading on horseback towards the two scurrying towards them, in an attempt to create a diversion.

“Left, Jean!” Monicka screamed over the noise of the wind and the hooves of the horses, pointing out as if it weren’t already obvious by her command. Jean paused and did as she said, making a movement left which alerted his horse to move in that direction, catching the attention of one of the titans. If he could just make it towards the end of this street, he’d be able to launch off and swing back around and-

As he planned his escape in his head, Jean had no time to retaliate at the sight of another titan jumping in front of his horse, startling them both. He attempted to grip for dear life on the reigns but when his horse again rose, he flung Jean up off his back and scampered between the legs of the titan, who crouched and ignored the mare to move towards Jean. He hissed out a string of curses and launched between the space of his legs, following his horse down the end of the street and turning up and out, landing on one of the sloped roofs of a nearby house, out of the titans scrawny reach.

From his stance on the roof, Jean could get a scope for the district; he paused to take it all in, the chaotic and destructive beauty of the fallen architecture and contrasting greens of nearby fields, spreading with dull flames and dry yellow grass dusted with brown and black. Jean rubbed at his thighs, feeling an ache and when he happened to look over in the direction of the nearby fields, he froze. 

The characteristic sight of Commander Erwin’s blonde hair screamed out amongst the burnt landscape and immediately Jean’s body went cold, his eyes instinctively scanning the environment to look for you- for your hair, and your small frame, and the way your cape was too big due to sizes and stock being scarce. Your enrolment group had been larger than usual. He searched frantically, not even noticing his heartbeat increasing. Almost comically so, a large sigh escaped his lips when he spotted a retreating figure on foot, hair cut bluntly to their chin, the cape that had been pulled apart. Wait, on foot?

Jean launched himself down from the roof and towards the scene, passing the rest of his squad who had joined further down the street. He prayed that Captain Levi hadn’t noticed him whiz past from somewhere, but knowing Levi, he knew. In-fact, he watched with an almost pitiful look after having crossed paths with Hange's squad as Jean soared past, failing to mention it to the rest of Hange's squad who worried about Jean’s safety. Because Jean’s smart, Franz had said with a disbelieving smile, he knows how to get around, he’s fine. He could be punished later.

Down on the ground, Jean rushed past a pile of abandoned rubble and towards the meadow, however, he stopped dead in his tracks when the figure he had spotted rushed past him wearing a face entirely different to your own. His heart plummeted to the pit of his stomach, a sour taste in his mouth.

“Kirstein?!”

Jean turned suddenly, flinching when a senior cadet took down a titan near the river. Lance ran towards him with a worried expression. “Where the hell’s the rest of your squad? Is your captain okay?”

“I-I don’t know, a titan came and fuckin- look, have you seen Y/N?” Jean replied, straining his voice over the volume of the chaos. “Is she okay?”

“How the fuck am I supposed to know? I’m not on her squad!” Lance yelled, and before he left, he smacked Jean on his shoulder and pointed in a vague direction: “Saw Erwin’s head of fucking precious yellow hair go that way. Dunno about Mike. She could be down there? I don’t know, look, I ain’t got time for this, sorry!”

So suddenly, Jean didn’t even care, or care to bid Lance a mutual farewell. Instead, he hurried across the dried and barren grass in the direction Lance had gestured to, parting the smoke with his bare hands like curtains as he ran. As he ran, and occasionally joined other cadets and soldiers take down loitering titans, Jean couldn’t rid of Levi’s voice, taunting and judging and hissing and yelling, Jean Kirstein you’re a fucking failure, you couldn’t even follow the easiest instruction, and now look at you!

But he didn’t care. He couldn’t find it in him to care, as he ran towards where he noticed the body of Hans, another member of Mike’s squad. Jean’s pace quickened, bounding towards him, and as his mouth opened to call out his name, Jean stumbled back with a strangled cry when nearby rubble from a building came crashing down with the impact of an abnormal lunging at its structure, chunks of huge concrete and brick running down like a waterfall and suffocating Hans instantly, a halo of crimson running out from the underside of giant chunks of the nearby chapel. 

All at once, Jean felt like he couldn’t breathe, like his lungs had taken in too much smoke for them to continue keeping him alive. As he began to fall back to the man made jungle of the district, to collect a horse who stood tied to a post, raging to leave in panic, Jean looked across the landscape one last time, about to give up. It was then when he noticed you- and it was you, there was no denying; you dragged a body from underneath a layer of stone towards a little shelter made behind a wagon, with two injured cowered underneath. Jean’s heart wanted to jump out of his chest and he set off on a run, although lengths away. He tried calling out, Y/N! My Y/N!, but his voice carried with the wind, lost in whispers. You couldn’t hear him. You couldn’t see him. Actually, you couldn’t hear or see anything. 

Jean had never run so fast in his entire life. Still too far away, Jean couldn’t avoid looking at the landscape, observing collapses and wincing at roars of pain and victory, and exasperated deaths around him. When his bloodshot gaze fell back onto you, Jean’s eyebrows rose with horror when he noticed a titan creeping up behind you, an arm extending outwards with arthritic fingers curling near your cape. His voice rose in octaves in panic, and he was so close- so, so close-

Jean nearly fell over his own feet with devastation when the titan’s fingers curled around you, yanking you back like a ragdoll. He didn’t stop to marvel at the scene- he ran faster, launching a grappler into the shoulder of the titan and swinging up, choking in the wind and the smoke and the stale smell of blood and sweat and tears, and as he curved and dug his blade unapologetically into the nape of the titan, his face wrangled up in pain at the sound of your screams filling the air. For a moment he caught his balance on the shoulder, doing nothing but watching with horror at the way you fell to the floor in what looked like slow-motion, a chunk of your body missing.

“Y/N! Oh my God, oh my fucking God, Y/N-” Jean instantly moved to the ground next to you, his hands desperately scrambling at nothing- your left-side missing, blood pouring out like water between fingers. In haste, Jean flung off his cloak and wrapped it around you, choking back on his tears. “Oh my God, oh my fucking God, Y/N, I’m so sorry-”

“No-” Your voice broke off with a wince of pain, and you clung onto his hand tightly. “Jean-”

“Oh my God, no, please, come on, baby, you can do it, come on, let me help, come-” His voice trailed off as he hoisted you up by your armpits, dragging you with laboured breaths towards the wagon that had been splintered by the titan’s fall. Jean carefully laid you down, his eyes wide with panic. God knows how long you had left, your last few seconds hanging on by a breaking thread. He watched as your face paled and your soul struggling behind lips, fighting to be free. Jean let out a whine, his head falling to your intertwined hands: “Fuck, this is so fucking unfair. Why did it have to be you-?”

“Jean, please,” you forced your voice to speak. Perhaps he was imagining you tugging on his hands bringing him down, but he did so anyway, his forehead rested just above your breasts. “Jean. It’s okay. It’s okay.”

He shook his head. “No. No, come on, Levi can help you- he knows what to do, he always knows what to do, we can save you, you’re not dying today-”

“I am. I am.”

“No.”

“Please, Jean,” you wept. Was the sky getting lighter or was that your vision. “Jean.”

“No!” He exclaimed with fury. “You can’t leave me- you’re the only thing I have left!” After a loud and particularly painful sob left his mouth, Jean moved with his thighs and picked up your head, resting it in his lap with his hands threaded in your hair. “You’re all I have left,” he whispered. “Please. You’re okay, you’re okay. It’s okay, yeah? It’s okay. It’s gonna be over soon, we’ll get you fixed up.”

He had no idea what he was saying. Nothing was okay. Nothing was ever going to be okay.

“I love you,” you croaked, bringing one bloody hand to his cheek and letting it fall back down, leaving a mark of agony across his face, “More than anything in the world.”

Jean could feel the tears spilling down his face, his breaths becoming more uncontrollable as reality came down from the sky and sat on his shoulders, petting his hair. He cursed with his eyes closed and looked down at your missing left side, the blood that had soaked almost black with intensity, the grass painted with ruby. In his head, he dreamt ten thousand dreams; ones that included a recovery, one with a sunny future and front porch and cornfields and a baby, a little baby screaming Mommy and Daddy and a picture frame with the three of you, a snapshot from a wedding, oh a beautiful future he had with you- 

When Jean opened his eyes to look back down at you, the three words on his lips, his lips trembled with denial. Your face had paused, your eyes half-lidded and staring up at the sky with a vacant and ghostly expression, and then, Jean’s heart sank, falling with a crash that shattered it into thousands of pieces. 

With hands in your hair, on your face, running your body, begging for reassurance and screaming for a sign, Jean cradled your limp frame in his arms, his sobbing face buried into the crook of your neck. Your body pressed against his rumbling crying, silenced by the city and the ghosts surrounding him, crouching to your body to pull at your hair and bring you up from the floor to a hug, walking you away across the barrens towards a golden light. Jean watched nothing happen, cursing out the sky. 

“Did you say everything you wanted to?”

Jean sat with his legs swung over the side of the roof, not bothering to move when he heard Captain Levi’s voice call out from behind him, followed by the window being propped open and his smaller body moving to join him on the ledge. 

“How’d you find up here? I thought we closed off that corridor,” Levi said quietly, looking at Jean who stared ahead, wordless. Levi sighed. “Did you?”

Jean finally blinked back a tear. “No.”

A beat of silence passed.

“What would you have said?” Levi asked, not pushing but inquisitive. If there was anybody in the castle who could keep a secret, it would be him, and Jean knew that, carefully picking up his chin to look at the sinking pink sun. 

“I-I would have told her what I wanted to,” Jean started. “I would have told her that I loved her. That I wanted it to be me and not her. I wanted to tell her that she was the best thing in my life. That she was my best friend. That it really was me who ate the last of the cake at dinner last weekend and I lied and blamed Connie instead. I just- I would have let her know that I cared. That I’d miss her.”

Levi averted his gaze, looking down at the forests surrounding the castle. Such a lovely venue for such a dull affair, he thought, and in his head, he thought of that day, filled with rain and blood and complete and utter agony.

Levi licked his lips, swallowing his own lump. “They’re never really gone,” he said finally. “Not really. They’re still with you, one way or another.” He hesitated before pressing a palm into Jean’s shoulder with a tucked in frown. “I think she heard you. I think she knows all of that.”

Jean hoped so. He hoped that Levi’s words- words that could have been scolding I told you so’s and judgemental comments about how Love Finds A Way To Break Your Heart- were true, and he hoped that somewhere, somehow, you knew what your loss meant to him. 

Jean hoped under the sun, the palm on his shoulder, the pinks on his skin, and the bloody handprint on his cheek like a badge of disgraced honour.

[kissagii]

jean kisses your moles/freckles. he adores each and every one of them, from the larger spots to the faded specks. when you ask him why, his response is simple - because they make you unique. nobody else in the world has the same ones as you, his beloved partner.

[genshinimpactlife]

Hallooo! 🥐 Anon here <3 Do you have any headcannons for a reader with thicc and squishy thighs with noelle, eula and maybe Jean? I love these three monsdadt girlies, especially noelle since she has been in my party ever since i got her (i have developed an inability to dodge) and my darling eula who i whaled for (as in c6 r5) but then kept her benched ever since. Jean refuses to come home though but she will soon >:) Take your time, take breaks and have a good time writing!

-🥐

Reader with Thick Thighs (Mild NSFW)

You were a new member of the nights of Favonious, and you and Jean had gotten close.

Now Jean was a respectful woman, but even she couldn't help her eyes wandering every once and a while

Your thighs were so soft, so pillowy, and the way they looked in the uniform was distracting.

You caught her looking a few times and started teasing her about it, both of you clearly interested in each other.

Once you two started dating, her favorite thing to do after a long day is lying on the couch, her head on your thighs.

She would melt when you played with her hair while lying there.

She always has her hand resting on your thigh when you two sit side by side.

When you wear thigh highs and the lil pad of fat on top poofs over, it drives her mad.

Will ask you to keep them on while the two of you are intimate

Eula is in heaven when you sit on her lap. She always wraps her arms around you and rests her hands on your thighs.

She loves buying you dresses that show off your plush thighs.

She has no problem showing you off since she's the only one who gets to take you home.

When the two of you take a nap on the couch, she loves to lay between your legs, her head on your thigh.

Your thighs are always covered in small hickies and marks. Eula can't help herself sometimes.

You love to tease her by telling her you have garters on your thighs under your clothes.

Noelle gets the most flustered out of everyone by your thighs.

When you wear dresses or shorts, she becomes a flustered mess.

You always throw your legs over her lap when you sit together to tease her. Eventually, she will relax and run her hand along your bare thighs.

She loves the way they jiggle when you walk. She can't help but stare when they do.

She would never say it out loud, but she wants you to squish her head between them.

When the two of you are cuddling and your legs intertwine right before the two of you fall asleep is when she is happiest.

I'm sure you will get Jean soon!! I hope you enjoy <3

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[sparklekitteh]

Juliana!!! Indulge me for a moment please <3

Current fixation: sitting on Jean's lap. Not getting up to any funny business, or even trying to be suggestive. Just sitting on his lap, comfortably.

Have you seen his thighs? They would be such a comfortable seat. He'd do anything to have you sit on his lap, pressed warm and close. Your arms around his neck, winding into the ends of his hair, while his rest on your waist and he can tuck his head onto your shoulder. Prime nap conditions. Perfect to hide in at social events when he's feeling burnt out. Easy access to press kisses or tickle your neck with his beard to hear you laugh.

Hauling you into his lap whenever he needs a break. Cuddling close on movie nights. Conserving space during social events. Holding you and watching as you rock your baby to sleep.

Close enough to nuzzle foreheads or noses, soft kisses or grabbing him by the collar for more passionate ones. I just wanna sit in his lap so bad 😩

My dear, sweet Vic, please forgive me for letting this sit in my inbox so long TTnTT It's been a wild ride, this year.

I ****LOOOOOVE**** this!

Jean is the best seat in the house... warm, firm but soft, and he smells so good, especially when he wraps those toned arms around your waist and leans forward to nuzzle into your neck. He loves tickling you with his beard, so close that he can feel your throat filling his ears with the music of your laughter.

You're his favorite teddy bear, the perfect pretty plaything full of so many interesting experiences: The way your face glows when he smiles at you, your skin heating up when his hands slip lower to rest on your hips.

Even when it's a perfectly innocent movie night with friends, he's gotta have you attached to his lap and he feels empty without you there. When you get up to get a snack, he can't figure out what to do with his hands, so he probably starts bickering with Eren or teasing Connie and Sasha. When you come back with a bowl of popcorn you barely have time to set it down before he's pulling you back home, engulfing you in a tight hug.

And somehow, it never feels clingy. He reads you so well and knows if you need some space, and while it's not easy for him he knows you'll be back where you belong soon enough.

SDOIUFSDOIFHSDL ok now I need to cuddle with him, stat

[cousinconnie]

💿Holo, love!💿 I really love ur content it makes me laugh every time. I'm being tortured by my period cramps rn so could you pls aot boys+girls reaction to y/n having period cramps (it's not essential for them to be in a relationship btw)

Thank you so much in advance - may the inspiration never leave you

I love YOUR content 😭🥰 sorry these were a little late I’m fighting demons rn (Aka ear infection *sobs*)

These can be read as romantic or just best friendship!

AOT Period comfort

Eren-

At first he wouldn’t get it 😐

Mikasa’s periods were always light and he didn’t pay attention to his mom’s periods like that and he’s also a dumb boy, so when he sees you in pain like that he’s like “wtf, get up”

Immediately regrets it if you start tearing up.

You tell him it’s your period and it really hurts and he’s like “ohh 😧 I see 🤔” meanwhile he’s panic texting Mikasa like “help wtf is a midol ‼️”

He has the spirit though, will literally do whatever you ask, treats your period like it’s an unpredictable beast holding you hostage 😭

Mikasa-

Like I said I think she’d have light periods (Ackerman blood 😵‍💫) so she wouldn’t know exactly what to do at first if your cramping really badly, but she’s a quick learner!!

MASSAGE QUEEN she’s so fucking good at it omg.

Makes you drink water non-stop, at the tiniest mention of any sort of pain she’s giving you pain meds. Literally wants to call out of work that week to take care of you 😷

Armin-

PANICS

He knows what to do, like in theory. But the moment he sees you in pain, all knowledge will fly out the window.

Hot water bottles. He owns like 30 of them, they are all yours now.

Any time he sees something online that’s like “this (item) helps with period relief” he panic buys it 😭

Like he knows it might not do anything but what if it does!! He doesn’t want to risk it.

Starts tracking your period for you and warns you when it’s coming up 💀

Sasha-

Probably also has her period 🗿

She’s so clingy so of course you guys have synched 😭 if your cramps are bad expect her to show up to your place with a bunch of foods that are high in vitamins (like bananas and broccoli) and a container of gummy vitamins for you both to share. Like the two of you are just eating banana bread and cheesy broccoli for the whole week.

Jean-

King would treat you like glass at first.

Like obviously you’re in pain so you wouldn’t mind being treated gently but he starts to (almost) take it too far (like gets stressed out if you roll over too fast). He eventually eases up but still doesn’t want you moving around too much. Like he very much doesn’t want to see you in pain. Buys you one of those stuffed animals that you can put in the microwave to help you 🥺

Connie-

He has a younger sister so he’s prepared. Will massage your back 🥰 you guys will be staying in and watching YouTube together. Touch is his love language so be prepared for him to act like your own personal heating pad. Has a note in his phone labeled ‘y/n period things’ so he knows what snacks you like and what you don’t like because he doesn’t want to forget.

Reiner-

Worse than Jean 🗿 will not let you go anywhere like literally you are only allowed to go to the bathroom. The first time he saw to cry because of cramps his heart BROKE and he’s so scared of seeing it again. Has heating pads and pain meds in his house that are only for you (and occasionally Gabi).

Levi-

Is surprisingly chill about it

Like you’d expect him to hate everything that had to do with periods because,,, it’s messy. But he doesn’t care.

If you bring it up to him he tells you period blood is cleaner than dirt. Which he’s correct but also whAT A WEIRD THING TO SAY⁉️⁉️⁉️

He’ll get you whatever you need, even if you just want his company.

(If he sees you cry over a cramp he vaguely wonders if it’s possible to beat up your uterus for doing this to you 🗿)

Hange-

Like Armin I feel like they would panic

Like seeing you cringing and holding your stomach, they’d be like “omg they’re dying?!?”

It turns into you comforting them over it 😐

The next day they come to you and are like “ SO I stayed up all night researching uteruses and periods!! 😄”

Gives you a detailed report.

Now they know EXACTLY what to do, like they can sooth a cramp in seconds it’s actually wild! And they’re really proud of it lmao. Deadass the best person to go to if your period is super painful.

+bonus smau

[lolitakirstein]

Let me take care of you

How the men of aot would take care of you during a migraine episode a/n: I had a terrible migraine and i spent most of the day flat on my back, eyes covered, and to pass time i came up with this. c/w: sickness talk, vomiting, language i guess and poor editing Characters: Eren Levi Jean Reiner

Eren: literally has no problem being around you while you are ill even though you insitied that you wanted to be alone because being around you is bordering while you have a migraine. He will lay there in the dark with you, shades drawn lights off, and rub your head while you lay there. Even when it gets to the point that you have to move to the bathroom hes right there. Even when you beg him to leave you alone because you are embarrassed he will just roll his eyes and bring in blankets and pillows from the bedroom and set up camp. You try to push him away as you throw up but nopppeee he is right there, holding your hair from your face and comforting you. He helps you clean yourself up, wiping your face with a cold wash cloth and grabbing you a gatorade from the kitchen before curling up beside you on the cold tile floor til you feel better enough to get back in bed. 

Levi: omg you were sooooo scared to even mention that you felt sick around levi. Fearing he would look at you differently or be disgusted by you. He comforts you anyway claiming that it’s only a migraine, nothing contagious. However, to make sure he doesn’t see you at your absolute grossest, when you feel a wave of nausea hit, you quietly sneak out of bed and lock yourself in the bathroom while you’re sick. Levi’s keen ear doesn’t miss a thing; he’s softly knocking on the door asking if you are ok, when you refuse to unlock the door, saying that you don’t want him to see you sick, you hear him picking the lock. “Please levi i’m digusting”, you beg from the floor. “Tsk, you're ill! I’ve seen much worse, darling,” he says, rubbing your head lovingly. Once you settle back in bed, he makes you a peppermint tea to soothe your knotted stomach. 

Jean: Ugh he is suchhhh a worrier. Literally feels like he might as well start digging your grave. He panics when he finds you in bed on your back in complete darkness. “I’m fine it’s just a migraine, i get them frequently,” you reassure. He sits, like literally back against the wall SITS and watches you lay there. When you run to the bathroom sick he starts panicking! “Oh my god, what do i do! Do i need to call for help? Are you dying?” He paces beside your kneeling body. “Will you settle down! You’re making me more nauseous pacing around like that.” you scold, not really in the mood to deal with his nervous nelly energy. That shuts him up while you finish in the bathroom. Once you’re back in bed, you feel bad for snapping at him “I’m sorry i snapped at you” you apologize, cuddling up close to him. “Sorry i freaked out, I just hate seeing you hurting. I just want to help” he says against your head, kissing it. “You can help by heating up my sleep mask and bringing me some crackers, maybe?” you ask. He kisses your forehead, “Anything for you darling.”

Reiner: When he hears you have a migraine he speeds over to your house, finding you laid up on the couch in the dark. “Why don’t you go lay in bed? I’ll join you, it’ll be more comfy?” you groan, “too dizzy to get up just sit with me?” that won’t do, reiner picks you up, gently as if you were a baby. He cradles your head against his shoulder and has you scooped up in his arms, walking gently to your room. He lays you on your bed, taking your shoes and socks off. “Pants to?” you ask as flirtatiously as you can in your state. He laughs, knowing you hate being in jeans, and takes them off too. You curl up on your side, sighing at being freed of the restraints of clothing and being in the comfort of your bed. “Need anything,” he asks. “Just youuuu,” you tease. He crawls in behind you, snuggling up against your small frame. “Is this ok? Am I hurting you.” he frets. “No but those pants have GOT to go.” he laughs and quickly rids himself of his pants. Once settled, he lays there in the dark with you, frequently asking if you need anything. The worst has passed and after a few rounds of throwing up, you feel somewhat better and reiner runs you a hot bath. He sits on the side of the tub, massaging your sensitive head and pouring hot steamy water over your back. He helps you towel off and tucks you back into bed to sleep off the rest.

[lasinlawliet]

hi! if it's alright, can i request some smut with jean from genshin impact with a sub!trans male reader? if you're alright with unbalanced power dynamics, maybe the reader is a knight underneath her– if not, you're totally free to ignore that. one idea could be that the reader notices jean is particularly stressed, and invites her to take her stress out on him, or something like that. i'm not too picky with anything, really!

i love your writing, and i'm excited to read more! (in case i ever come back, i'll leave a tag as 💙 ^^)

Thank you so much! I hope you enjoy~

Jean x Trans Male Reader - Overworked Dandelion Knight

Synopsis: Grand Master Jean is known to overwork herself. After the reader suggests Jean take a (sex) break with him, Jean shows him just how stressed she is.

Word count: 3.4k

CW: dom!Jean, sub!trans male reader, unbalanced power dynamics (Jean is the acting Grand Master, reader is a Captain directly underneath her), facesitting (Jean sits on reader's face), semi-public sex (Jean's office), use of 'Grand Master' during sex, use of 'good boy' during sex, use of 'Captain' during sex, use of the word "cunt", reader is desperate

A/N: I wasn't originally going to post this until later this week, but inspiration struck and I wrote most of this fic yesterday and today. Also, this is my first time writing a trans reader so I hope that I was respectful enough in my writing. But please feel free to reach out and tell me if I wasn't, and I will correct anything disrespectful.

It was going to be another long night. After the Traveler had left Mondstadt in search of their twin, the Knights of Favonius were not as equipped to handle things anymore. Acting Grand Master Jean, the current acting leader of the Knights of Favonius, had taken on a heavy workload since Grand Master Varka was away on an expedition. Jean was brave, loyal, fierce when needed. She was the kind of leader Mondstadt needed in the recent unprecedented times, and the kind of person who was also overdue for a break. As you were thinking about Jean, Cavalry Captain Kaeya plopped a stack of papers in front of you.

“I had hoped that our Logistics Captain would know better than to daydream while working.” Kaeya teased you. You glared at him.

“And I had hoped that our Cavalry Captain would step up and do something other than throw more work at people.” You responded. 

“Hey, I work just as hard as you do.” Kaeya shrugged before he left. You looked up at the clock. 11:02pm. You were sure that Lisa was sick of the all-nighters recently in the library, but the work couldn’t wait. You began sifting through the papers. Most of the requests, or even outright demands, weren’t something that your department could even handle. All your department handled right now was the transferring and acquiring of goods, supplies, and other resources in Mondstadt. Kaeya knew this, so this was nothing more than an attempt to see how much work he could squeeze out of you. 

As you got up to find Kaeya and give him the papers back–or rather, force him to take them back, you noticed Jean working by herself. She was seated at a small table tucked away in a corner of the library. Books were piled up high around her. She seemed to be working on something, or rather, about to work on something. You were surprised to see Jean outside of her office. She’d typically only leave for meetings. The last time you saw her was… well, for something other than a meeting. You wondered if she remembered the night as vividly as you did. You approached Jean, but she didn’t notice you.

“Grand Master Jean.” You announced and her eyes snapped up to look at you. You noticed how tightly she was holding herself. Her ponytail was frazzled, her hands were clenched around her writing utensil and ink, and she was hunched over the report she was “working” on. It was clear that she was stressed out. 

“Captain Y/N. I suspect that you’re done for the night?” She questioned as she eyed the stack of papers you were carrying.

“Not at all. I’m returning these to Kaeya. These requests don’t fall under the Logistics Team’s jurisdiction.” You informed her.

“I see. Thank you for looking into them.” Jean replied as she pulled down one of the books from her piles. 

“Of course.” You responded, and as you were leaving, Jean called your name. You immediately turned around and walked back to her table.

“I was working, just so you know.” She informed you. 

“I have no doubts about that, Jean.” You responded. You weren’t one to question her authority, especially because she was your direct superior.

You found Kaeya and unloaded the papers onto his table. 

“Hmph. Did you even look through these?” Kaeya questioned.

“Of course I did, Cavalry Captain. Now it’s your turn.” You answered. Kaeya chuckled at your remark, but you left before he could reply. You flipped through your remaining papers. There was a specific book you needed to finish your report. And that book just happened to be near Jean’s table.

You stood just behind Jean’s table, searching the tall shelf for the book you needed. After locating your book, you looked down to see Jean paging through a new book. It probably wasn’t the wisest decision, but you decided to move your work to the spot opposite of Jean. It wasn’t often that you had a chance to talk to her one-on-one, so you had to take every opportunity. 

“Oh, hello again, Captain Y/N.” Jean looked up from her book at you.

“Hi Jean. I’m going to join you.” You replied coolly. You wondered if she remembered that night you two had spent together, but she gave no indication.

“Sure.” Jean smiled.

“Is there anything I can assist you with?” 

“No, not at the moment. Thank you for asking, Captain Y/N.”  Jean seemed as polite as ever. You couldn’t help but wonder what she hid from the public, besides that night you two shared. Perhaps this was a chance to get to know her more. You were interested in her, in more ways than one. You sat back in your chair, stretching your arms above your head. Jean looked at you for a moment but said nothing. 

“Jean, I only see you when you’re working. Do you ever take breaks?” You asked. Jean shuffled in her chair. You wondered if she had heard you, so you repeated the question.

“I do take short breaks when possible. But this report must be finished by tonight.” Her tone was as stern as ever.

“When was the last time you took a break?” 

“Captain Y/N, I appreciate your concern, but I assure you that I’m fine.” Her voice wavered slightly, but you knew better than to bring this up.

“I get it. Apologies.” You sighed. With the way things were going, you were never going to get to know her better. Maybe you ought to bring up that night. That had to get a response out of her.

“Grand Master,” You said in a low tone.

“What is it?” Jean put her book down.

“I think about that night a lot.” Your voice was barely above a whisper. Jean stared down at the book in front of her. There was no response, so you continued.

“We could always do that again, you know. I see how stressed you are. Why not take it out on me?” You knew you were way over the line, to the point that this stunt could easily get you demoted, or even dismissed from the Knights of Favonius entirely. But you were willing to risk your job if it meant you’d get another chance to be with Jean.

Jean took a deep breath. “Captain Y/N, join me in my office in five minutes.” 

She got up from the table, pushed in her chair, and left the library. All that remained of her was her report and the stacks of books. You were surprised that she had taken the bait; you thought the report had to be finished tonight. Or maybe it just wasn’t that important. You looked up at the clock. 11:25pm. So that meant you had to wait until 11:30pm. Your heart pounded as the time ticked by. You had only ever made out with Jean once, never going any further than that. If you two were going to have any kind of intercourse, you’d have to let her know something first.

When the clock read 11:30pm, you had to stop yourself from immediately leaving the library. You got up, organized your area, and headed out. You stood before Jean’s office. Before you could knock, Jean opened the door and whisked you inside, locking the door behind you. 

“You’re late.” She said as she shuffled across her office and leaned against her desk. You noticed the blinds on the window were tightly drawn, and a few candles were burning atop the table. The lights were dim, but you could still make out the general shape of the office.

“I apologize.” You were frozen against the door.

“Sit.” Jean commanded, pointing to the seat at the head of the table. You sat down awkwardly.

“I’ll be honest with you. If we had never done what we did, I would have dismissed you from your duties. That was an inappropriate thing to say to your superior. Do we need to have a discussion on your place within the Knights?” Something about Jean’s firmness was oddly attractive. You were curious about what would happen if you were to accept her proposal.

“I think we need to have that discussion, Jean.” Your voice was sugary sweet. Jean walked over to you and gripped the table harshly. She had angled herself in such a way that you could easily peer down her top… but you decided against doing so for now.

“Perfectly fine by me. When we are in a public setting, you are not to refer to me as just ‘Jean’. This includes my office, unless I say otherwise.”

“Uh-huh. What should I call you then?”

“Grand Master Jean.”

“I see. Anything else you want to tell me, Grand Master Jean?” Your eyes flickered to her top, hoping to get a glance, but Jean noticed your peering eyes. She removed her left hand from the table and forced your chin up to look at her.

“You’ll need to learn your place as my inferior. This will happen tonight.” 

“Is that why you accepted my offer, Jean? To have me learn my place?” You smirked. Jean’s grip on your chin got harder and you whimpered, not used to the sudden force she was displaying.

“Do you give me your full consent?” She asked. What did she plan on doing?

“Uh, yeah, but there’s something you should know first…” You trailed off. 

“Tell me.” 

“I’m a trans guy.”

Jean’s grip on your chin softened. “Thank you for trusting me and telling me that. Is there anything off limits? Anything I need to know otherwise?” The fact that she was so thorough and kind reassured your nerves.

“Uh, well, this is more about you. But if you’re going to fuck me, fuck my ass or my mouth.”

“Understood. Now, let’s lay out a few ground rules. You are not to touch me until I give you permission. And you are to call me ‘Grand Master’ from now on.”

“Got it, Grand Master.”

“Then let’s begin.” Jean traced her thumb over your top lip and you began kissing it. She smirked. You took this as a cue to keep going, so you desperately kissed her thumb. You took it in your mouth, swirling your tongue around it. You looked into Jean’s eyes with innocence. She grabbed your top, pulled you up from your chair and pushed you down onto the table. Your back was flat against it, and you narrowly missed the candles.

“You are to listen to my every command.” Jean mumbled as she leaned over you and brought her lips against your neck. She began sucking on a spot near your jawline, causing you to whimper. You hadn’t expected her to remember what you liked, but maybe she remembered that night just as fondly as you did. You hoped that tonight would be even better.

“Can I touch you here?” She pointed to your chest and you nodded. Jean continued kissing your jawline while running her hand along your chest. Something was stirring within you, and you wanted to touch her.

“Please… let me touch you.” You whimpered desperately. Jean stopped what she was doing and looked at you.

“I told you to listen to my commands. Right now, you don’t have that privilege. Or would you rather we stop this?” Jean traced her fingers lightly across your lips. You pathetically tried to kiss them, but she yanked them away.

“No.” She said firmly.

“Jean, please, can I–”

“Grand Master. Not Jean. Grand Master. Repeat after me.”

“G-Grand Master.” You repeated sheepishly.

“Good boy. Now, how about we do what you promised?” Jean smiled down at you. You gave her a confused look.

“I hope you haven’t forgotten, Captain. You told me that I could take my stress out on you. And I’m your superior, so taking an order from you is not something I would usually do. So consider yourself lucky tonight.”

“Oh, um, yes Grand Master. Please take your stress out on me!” Your voice was honey-coated. Jean pulled you up, so that you were now sitting on the table. She stood before you and your chest heaved. Being so close to her was a shock, an exciting one nonetheless. She grabbed your hand and brought it to her clothed crotch.

“Touch me.” She commanded, and you rubbed her folds through her pants. Jean let out a small moan. You picked up the pace, wanting to feel her even more. You wanted to feel how wet she was, you wanted your fingers to be covered in her arousal. But Jean harshly grabbed your wrist, stopping you. 

“You are now to help me take off my clothes, Captain.” Jean demanded and you felt sharp flickers of arousal building. She guided your hands over to her coat, and you eagerly pushed it off. She brought your hands down to her belt, and your hands shook as you took it off.

“Everything okay?” Jean’s voice was softer. You nodded. Truthfully, you were just getting excited to the point that it was hard to keep still. You wanted to pleasure her so badly. She slid down her pants and stepped out of them. All that was left were her white panties. Before taking them off, Jean once again guided your hand to her pussy. You traced along her folds with a single finger, noticing how wet she was already. You looked up at her.

“Take them off.” She said. You ripped them off and hungrily looked at her pussy. You wanted to bury yourself in her pussy, but knew you had to restrain yourself.

“Now, touch me.” 

“Yes, Grand Master.” You whispered as your fingers connected to her folds. You lazily smeared around her slick. She was wet to the point her arousal was coating your fingers, just as you had wished. You began gently circling your thumb against her clit, eliciting a low moan from Jean. 

Hearing her moans only heightened your arousal; was it possible to cum just from being horny?

“Continue, Captain. Show your superior how she should feel.” Jean hissed. You steadily massaged her clit, while slowly working a finger into her pussy with your other hand. It felt like her pussy was swallowing you, begging for more. Her pussy was pulsing around you, and you could only imagine the last time she did anything sexual with the way she was responding to you. You looked up at Jean. She was tightly gripping a chair, eyes half-open. You figured that it was safe to keep doing what you were doing. But before you could add another finger, Jean gripped your shoulder. 

“Now, you are to strip, Captain.” She declared. 

“All the way?” You questioned.

“Yes. All the way.” She answered. You got up from the table and hesitantly took off your top, leaving your chest exposed. There were a few scars from your recent top surgery.

“Continue.” Jean motioned to your pants. You sighed as you slid them down, leaving you only in your boxers. 

“You’re doing well so far. Only one more thing, Captain.” Jean urged. You took off your boxers, leaving you fully nude in front of Jean. She eyed you up and down before giving you a small smile.

“Such a handsome man, Captain. I’m glad to have you underneath me.” She cooed. You smirked at her statement. You hoped it wouldn’t be long before you were literally underneath her.

“How about you, Grand Master?” You gestured at her top half. She raised an eyebrow. 

“Are you trying to command your superior to do something, Captain?” She scoffed.

“N-No, Grand Master.”

“I thought so.” 

“Sorry, Grand Master.”

“Why don’t you lie back down on the table for me like a good boy?” Jean purred. You immediately laid back down. 

“Since you’re being such a good boy now, I’ll give you a reward.” Jean took off her top, leaving her in her bra. You eyed the way her breasts filled out her bra, feeling yourself grow more aroused. At this point, you were almost certain you could cum from how horny you were.

“I’m now going to take out my stress on you. Is that something you can handle?” Jean inquired. Handle? Hell yeah you could handle that! You’d been waiting for this! Besides, you were the one to suggest it in the first place.

“Of course, Grand Master.” 

“Good. I’m going to put that mouth of yours to good use.” She said as she climbed up onto the table. Your heart began beating faster. You were sure that you could salivate at the thought of her on top of you, and knew that you probably would be soon.

Jean balanced herself on your face, not putting her full weight on you yet. The view of her was stunning – you wanted it burned into your brain. Jean looked down at you before fully lowering herself onto your face. Your hands were glued to your side as your tongue darted out and began licking at her folds. She tasted delicious – faintly like fruit. 

“You are allowed to hold on to me.” Jean said. You immediately grabbed her thighs, pulling her closer against your lips. You were desperate to taste her, to please her. You wanted her to remember the night as vividly as you knew you would. You felt yourself getting sucked into her cunt, and you desperately sucked on her outer folds. But the pace soon wasn’t set by you, but rather by Jean. She began rubbing her pussy against your lips, riding your face. She locked her left hand in your hair, bringing your face even closer, to the point where you had to pull away at times to get air. Being trapped underneath her almost seemed like a blessing. And at least you had an excuse as to why your report wasn’t going to be finished tonight. Jean’s right hand was furiously circling her clit. You pathetically licked at her folds and her entrance, accidentally brushing your tongue against her finger several times.

“Enter me, Captain.” Jean murmured. You stuck your tongue inside her, and you could feel her walls start to clench around your tongue. You loosened your grip on her thighs and reached your hands up towards her bra. 

“Take it off.” Jean hissed as she continued to pleasure herself on you. You continued lapping at her cunt while fidgeting with her bra. Eventually it fell into a heap and you took this an okay to massage her breasts. You gently rolled her nipples, feeling them begin to grow hard. You continued palming her left breast, letting your right hand fall back to her thigh. 

Jean began fucking against you at a furious pace, to think that you had any control of it was foolish. You sucked on her folds, her arousal pooling into your mouth. Her juices and your spit were slowly dripping out of your mouth, onto the table. You gently traced along her thigh, and continued rubbing her breast in your hand. Her moans were feathery soft, which only spurred you on. Jean’s grip in your hair suddenly got tighter, to the point where you had to grip both of her thighs to negate the pain.

“You’re doing so well, Captain.” Jean said.

“Who knew that my inferior would be able to please me like this?” She continued. You said nothing, only looking up at her as you continued flicking your tongue.

“I’m going to cum soon. Suck at my clit.” Jean removed her fingers from her clit and you did as you were told. You lapped at her clit desperately, engulfing it in your mouth. Jean pulled your head against her once more before she came on you. It splattered all over your face, a bit even got in your hair. Most of her cum stuck onto your face and tongue. You cleaned up her pussy with your tongue, swallowing as much of her cum as you could. Jean got off of you and began rifling through her desk for something. Even after she came, she seemed to be ready to move onto the next thing. 

“Grand Master? What are you doing?” You questioned.

“Did you think we were done for the night? Don’t you want to cum too, Captain?” She asked and you smirked. This was truly going to be a long night.

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[ohimsummer]

what it’s like to date them

— jean, connie, armin, eren, levi

— mostly fluff, brief mentions of nsfw for Eren. suggestive in Jean’s

JEAN

• struggling to get out of bed in the morning because you’re tightly wrapped up in his arms

• taste testing when either of you are cooking

• hugs where he twirls you around in the air

• him carrying you to bed if you fall asleep anywhere else

• head resting in his hand as he stares at you like you mean everything to him

• gentle kisses on the cheek

• laying you down and worshipping your body until you’re crying and overstimulated, begging him for a break

CONNIE

• whispering and giggling to each other like high school children

• poking the other and asking if they’re still awake

• him tickling you when you’re mad until you’re squirming around and unable to breathe

• smothering your face in kisses while hugging you tight so you can’t escape

• falling asleep to movies on the couch together, only illuminated by the television

• him giving you a light squeeze on the ass and kiss on the cheek as he heads out to wherever

ARMIN

• tight hugs where he slightly lifts you up off the ground

• rubbing the other’s hair as they fall asleep

• dragging him away from his tasks by the ear when you think he’s worked enough

• “lover boy” 

• soft makeout sessions on the couch in the evenings

• dimly-lit bubble baths where sleep threatens you both

EREN

• speeding down an empty highway in the dead of night, windows down and hair flying in the wind

• shoving each other against a wall for spontaneous makeout sessions

• sex in the back seat of his car

• sitting on the edge of a cliff that looks over the city and stargazing together

• him putting you in headlocks “just because”

• piggy back rides when you’re too tired to walk

LEVI

• resting his head on your shoulder to let you know he’s tired/wants to cuddle

• light kisses on your cheek and temple

• being randomly surprised with flowers “because he felt like it”

• pretending your puppy dog eyes are annoying, but still giving in every time

• deadpan staring at you when you’re being goofy, but his heart is swelling and he’s falling even more in love with you and your antics

• coming back to homecooked meals

• going out on casual dates (the zoo, aquarium, to the park) and forcing him to take pictures

[7inaa]

Just thinking of jean in the summertime

His skin goes all tawny and the previous fine brown hairs on his arms now look sliky and gold. Same goes with the hair on his face and around his forehead, his peach fuzz highlighting his cheek bones, it’s kinda weird he looks like he’s always glowing. His Hazel eyes look even more prominent and way more yellow than brown, he looks like a fox. Especially with his hair all wet and slicked back when he’s beckoning you over so you join him in the pool. Admiring you from your pretty white toes to your braids. Sighhh, Jean in the summertime>>>>

[cagesofgold]

CAN WE LEAVE?

✩ a party gone bad sends you into a frenzied search for your boyfriend, pushing through the crowds to ask him to take you home. ✩

- warnings/ Drinking + Drugs, swearing.

-pairing: Jean Kirstein x Reader

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“And then, and then i said, who the fuck do you think you are?”

As you sat on the couch, mind zoning in and out of the conversation you were currently having with a girl in your class, you couldn’t help but flick your gaze from her blushed face to the front door.

You nodded as she droned on, spitting out curses about some boy she’d been messaging that had kept letting her down. In normal circumstances you would have optimal attention, listening to her every word and supplying advice once her tangent had ceased.

But tonight wasn’t a night you were able to do this. In all honesty you didn’t even want to be here in the first place, you’re only here because Jean had convinced you, prying you from your cosy spot on the sofa to a frat house filled with sweaty bodies and the odour of liquor mixed with weed.

Not a place you were wanting to spend your Friday night. At least not this Friday night. You just wanted some takeout and a shitty show to watch, not to listen to some girl you’d met twice cry over an unidentifiable guy, even though she’d pointed him out in the crowd for you five times.

You felt sick, the dress you’d pulled on in a rush was scratchy against your skin and the room was too loud. The music being blared from four speakers positioned in the corners of the living room wasn’t a helpful addition to the ringing in your ears. You would be more compliant if the music choice was good, but you couldn’t bring yourself to dance along to the soundcloud rap that shook the walls.

“I need to leave” You whispered, wiping your hand down your face exasperatedly as you rose from your position on the leather couch, wincing as the material attempted to pull you back downwards, the leather sticking to your skin.

With a hazy stumble you managed onto your feet, heels slipping against the floor slightly as you steadied yourself on the table.

This finally pulled the girl’s attention from her own rambling, her eyes snapping up to your now standing figure.

“Where y-you going?” She slurred, fingers reaching out to tug on the hem of your dress.

god, you were more drunk than you thought you were.

“I’m sorry, i’m gonna head home i’m not feeling too well.” You said sympathetically, your hand wrapping around her wrist to pull it away from where she had the sleek material of your dress confined.

“Why? Just drink some more and sit down.” She shrugged, raising her red solo cup to her lips.

You shook your head, “No, no i need to go home. See you later.”

“Mkayyyy!” She sang, following in your footsteps as she rose to her feet, almost doubling over as her legs were as unsteady as her words. “I’ll see you…” She muttered, stumbling into the crowd.

Once you saw her leave, you too departed from the living room, pushing through the herds of college students in an attempt to find your boyfriend, who had disappeared to find Eren once that girl initiated a conversation with you.

You couldn’t blame him. In your hazed state you weren’t able to pin point the exact amount of time you spent in that conversation, but it was enough time for Jean to have completely disappeared from the realm of your vision.

You finally made it into an almost empty hallway. The only other people being a couple that were too invested in each other’s lips to notice you enter.

You staggered over to a wall, sliding your palm against it to steady yourself as you swivelled around, leaning your body against its cool plaster, the coldness seeping into your overheated skin.

Pulling out your phone you opened your chat with Jean, attempting to write out a coherent text, which deemed itself a much harder task than you bargained for.

Jean 🖤

Wherrre are you(??

you managed to type out, your acrylics tapping against the screen as you felt your vision grow worse, bringing your palm to your head in an attempt to ease your dizzying mind.

within a couple of moments a vibration made your eyes snap down, a notification slipping under the top of your phone.

Jean🖤

I’m just upstairs with Eren, You okay? You need me to come down?

you typed out a response as quick as you could, feeling a little guilty from pulling him from his friend, but you hoped he would understand.

Me

Yeah i. need you

Your text somehow came out a lot better this time, irking you to send another, but before your fingertips could meet the keyboard a call overtook your screen, a picture of Jean smiling while holding a stray cat filling your vision.

You clicked accept, raising your phone up to your ear.

“Hi”

“Hey, Baby” He cooed, his voice a little muffled by the party. “Where are you? i’m coming down the main stairs now.”

“I’m uh…” You started, gazing around to find any confirmation for where you were, but this house wasn’t one you’d been to before, apparently it belonged to someone called Porco. One of your boyfriend’s friends you didn’t know that well. “I’m not sure. A hallway?”

“Okay…there’s a few hallways.” He chuckled, What can you see?”

Your eyes racked at the hallway, searching for anything that stood out which soon proved to be a large lion statue that stood in the corner adjacent to yourself. “There’s…a big lion?”

“Ahhh, okay.” Jean laughed, “I know where you are. I’m coming angel.”

“Okay.” you smiled, keeping the phone against your ear even though he had stopped talking.

You could hear the way the chatter changed as he drifted through the house, sometimes you were able to differentiate between what room he was in based on the noises, like the sound of a cabinet closing or the sound of a fridge being opened.

Before long you heard a door open, a few footsteps and he came into view, a smile painted onto his face as he caught sight of you.

“Hey.” He breathed, finally hanging up the phone as he walked over to you.

“Heya…” You spoke tiredly, reaching out for him as he eased into your embrace, allowing your arms to reach around his long torso.

He nuzzled his head into your neck, his own hands rising to wrap around your waist, the feeling of your dress soothing against his palms.

“You okay?” He whispered, his hands falling into a rhythm of comfort as he rubbed your back soothingly.

“Yeah, i just wanna go now. Can we leave?”

He pulled away from your neck, his face now in view and his black button up slightly ruffled from where you had been pulling at it. With a smile he reached both hands to your cheeks, his thumbs easing across your skin as his eyes scanned for every detail on your face. Taking in every spot and every crevice, he’d looked before and he’d look again. He’d always take a moment to just admire what you are. The most beautiful girl he’d ever seen.

“Of course we can.”