#jean kirstein headcannons

[jeankirsteinsgrlfrnd]

trost has a blizzard

pairing: jean kirstein x f!reader

word count: 1.3k

cw: fluff :)

summary: today’s shitty but luckily for you, trost university decided to cut its’ students some slack by giving them the day off. you had the blizzard to thank for spending an entire snow day with jean.

sasha, connie and you had decided to spend the previous night at jean’s house. his parents weren’t home, not that they’d care anyway, and it was a perfect opportunity for the four of you to spend some time goofing off. sasha lived right next door but you, however, did not. you lived about a fifteen-minute drive away- not too far but impossible to drive in this sort of condition. they had the luxury of walking next door to their home, given connie is mr. and mrs. braus’s honorary child, and escaping jean’s moodiness.

sasha and connie were gone before you’d even woken up. all that remains of them was a mess of bundled up blankets on the kirstein’s living room floor. the sun was beating down hard through the windows, reflecting off the white snow. it was blinding, considering you’d just woken up. jean lays on the couch, an arm thrown above his head in a deep sleep.

quietly, you untangled yourself from the old quilt blankets. jean’s grandmom had made them a while ago. they were itchy but they kept you warm. you head over to the window on your tiptoes. outside, it’s a white wonderland. you groan under your breath as you see it had snowed enough to cover up more than half of your tires.

you didn’t mind jean. truthfully, he was a pain in the ass. he annoyed the hell out of you but sometimes, he was nice to be around. truthfully, you found his grumpiness cute. other times, you wanted to punch him in that thick skull of his.

as you curse sasha for leaving you here with him, you turn around to head back to your spot on the floor. jean’s awake, his hair pulled every which direction, and watching you. a black tshirt adorns his torso with a matching pair of plaid pajama pants. there’re bags under his eyes with a confused expression.

“where’d they go this early?” jean yawns and pulls himself up into a sitting position.

“home, jean. it’s almost 11:30.” you point to the clock hanging above the flatscreen.

“and you’re still here?” he asks, tilting his head. he’s confused but more importantly, he’s surprised that you’d want to spend time with him without the company of your best friend.

“don’t get too excited. my car’s not going anywhere like that.” you sigh and jerk your head towards the window.

jean uses two hands to push himself up off the couch. his absence leaves a perfect indent of his body. he chuckles as he looks out the window, “you better get to shoveling cause i’m not helping you with that shit.” with that, he turns around and heads into the other room.

deciding that maybe you should get to work, you hesitantly oblige jean’s orders. not because you can’t handle some snow shoveling, no, because you hate listening to jean. it makes you feel like you lost.

you bundle up as best as you can with the clothes you brought. not blizzard appropriate, but hopefully enough to keep you somewhat warm as you dig out your car.

the wind meets you with a slap in the face. it whistles loudly in your ears as you tuck your chin into your neck for a bit of extra warmth as you head over to your car, but not before grabbing a shovel leaning against the garage door.

a few minutes into your labor, you hear the front door close. out comes jean, wearing the correct attire. a thick black winter jacket with the hood pulled up. it’s fur lined, bits of it poking out around his face. his hands are shoved into the pockets as he heads over to you with his snow boots leaving size 10 shoe prints along the way.

it’s cold but the adorable sight of jean makes an unfathomable heat rush to your face. he looked adorable and you couldn’t deny it. it was pissing you off.

“i can do it, jean. go back in.” you raise your voice a bit as he just smiles at you.

“i’m not that much of a dick.” he grabs the spare shovel and heads over to you. reluctantly, you accept his help even though you really don’t want to. but for the sight of his cheeks and nose turning red with windburn, you’ll tolerate it.

after spending fifteen minutes or so digging out your tires and the driveway, jean pauses and says he’s going to get you some warmer clothes. you don’t object to this, the snow was starting to seep into your shoes. he’s gone for about thirty seconds before your head jolts forward as something smacks the back of it.

“jean.” you growl without turning around. he doesn’t answer you. “i swear to god, if you-“ you threaten as you spin yourself to face him.

smack.

a cold, hard white ball of snow strikes you in the center of your face. you gasp at the iciness feeling left on your face being amplified by the wind.

jean stands a few feet away from you, grinning from ear to ear. “what are you gonna do?” he taunts as he bends down to scoop up some more.

“i’m not playing this game. help me dig, please.” you say annoyedly. he tosses another at you, hitting you just above your belly button. “jean. you are so fucking childish.” you groan but take a quick second to grab your own supply of snow.

you’re faster than he is. your throw lands right against his left cheek and he looks flabbergasted. bewildered by your accuracy, you get a chance to land another one on the opposite cheek. now, he just looks grumpy. he looks entirely grumpy with rosy cheeks and a fur lined hood.

“you’re in for it, (y/n.)” he threatens, pointing a finger at you. he starts trudging towards you, prompting you to run in hopes he doesn’t catch you. you think heading for the door is a good option; there’s no snow to throw in there.

with frozen fingers, you grab onto the doorknob but before you can push it open, two strong arms wrap around you. they lift you off the ground and away from the safety of the indoors. “you asked for this.” he struggles to get his words out as he carries you back towards the yard, you kicking and flailing the entire time, demanding he put you down. “fine, i’ll put you down.” jean drops you face first in the snow.

you shriek as jean does as he said. landing belly-down, you push yourself as hard as you can up away from the cold earth. jean stands above you, looking all too smug. you were going to get him for this. you shoot your hands out and grab his pants, just above the knees, and yank him downwards to the snow. you calculated a bit too wrong- jean leans directly on top of you, knocking your back right back down into the snow. he barely catches himself with his two gloved hands.

“oh…uh…” jean stammers as he hovers over you. your heart is beating too fast for your own liking. why were you looking at him like this? and why was he looking at you like that? you can't say anything, you just swallow your own spit. peering up at him through snow-riddled eyelashes, he gives speaking another attempt. “sorry…” his voice is slow and confused. a direct contradiction, he leans down and presses his lips to yours. surprisingly, they’re warm. you’ve forgotten all about your wet clothes as you feel his heat.

“that’s okay.” you whisper, your lips grazing against his.

“yo, what the fuck?” you look to your right and see a traumatized looking connie springer.

click here to read my jean fic !!

inspired by @brave-and-gentle’s fic 🤍

[smt-obsessed]

Jean Kirstein

☆ 19 ☆ estp ☆ aries ☆ 6'2 ☆

Each symbol portrays a different genre.

💋= smut, 🚨= angst, 👑= darkfic,

🩹= sickfic, 🧸= fluff, 🌦= hurt/comfort

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HEADCANNONS

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ONE-SHOTS

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[goldessia]

MULTI!headcannons . . . how they fuck you, kinks

— - ft. levi, eren, mikasa, annie, armin, jean

warnings: p in v, smut!! overstim, edging, claiming, deepthroat, voyeurism, cum consumption, mentions of a strap on , oral (m&f receiving), risky, quickies, degrading, bdsm, pain!kinks

levi ackerman

. . he may be tiny (i say this with love), but boy does he make up for it. usually pretty rough; it’s just his personality, but sometimes he will go slow and make love to you.

their kinks. . .

over stimulation/post-orgasm torture

i am a firm believer he would enjoy overstimulation, but not really for the thing you think. he enjoys hearing your moans, your loud pleas for it to be the last one, yes, but he doesn’t do it necessarily to torture you, but he just can’t get enough—his endurance is the problem of that.

“just one more baby, i promise.. one more.”

three orgasms later

claiming

giving: will ALWAYS leave marks on you: your neck, collarbone, thighs, hips, waist—anywhere. he loves showing everyone that not only do you belong to him, but so everyone knows how fuckin good he is in bed.

receiving: adores when you leave marks on him. if you leave claw marks on his back, he’ll show them off by wearing a less covering shirt. you give him love-bites? you best believe he’ll be showing them off. when they fade, he asks for more.

eren yeager

. . an absolute menace in bed. rough, and merciless. anytime he fucks you, you know to cover yourself up the next day, because this man is absolutely feral. every morning, you have to struggle to get up because he’d practically left you bedridden the next day.

their kinks . .

edging/orgasm-denial

giving: loves seeing you squirming, and begging for your release. he’s relentless—he’ll deny you for hours, sometimes even leaving you without an orgasm, just to add some spice on top of the fire.

receiving: don’t get him wrong, he loves denying you your orgasm, but the second you get your revenge? he is a crying, begging, squirming mess, rutting his hips into your hand/mouth. he is a fuckin’ munch.

“fuh- fuck! please, baby, i’m sorry- i’m sorry, not again-“

deepthroat

loves seeing you choke and gag on his cock. a hand on the back of your head, clutching your skull so you can’t move. he’ll smirk, proud of himself when he sees tears stream down your face, making you a teary-eyed, messy haired whore with spit running down your chin. (he’ll let up, tho, and let you breathe if it’s too much. may be a bastard but he still cares for u)

“yeaahh, fuck. choke on it. you like my dick down your throat, huh?”

mikasa ackerman . .

. . super into degrading. loves calling you her whore, her slut, her prize jewel whenever you fuck. has a strap she uses occasionally (don’t ask how she got it), but she prefers to use her fingers or her mouth.

their kinks . .

voyeurism

absolutely adores watching you try to get yourself off. taunts you, watching from afar as you struggle to please yourself after you’ve gotten used to mikasa’s help.

“aww.. can’t even please yourself anymore, hm? you need my help, don’t you?”

consumption

loves licking her fingers off clean after she makes you come. or, she makes you lick your own cum off of her fingers. smiles, and praises you afterwards.

annie leonhart . .

. . super mean when it comes to your bedroom-life. degrading, rough, and sometimes into pain kinks. taunts you a lot.

their kinks . .

bdsm/restraints

loves typing you up so she can do whatever she pleases. after all, you belong to her. will be super mean about it too—tying the ropes up a little too tight, not only so you can’t move as much but to have that little bit of pain against your wrists that never fails to leave marks the next morning.

“aw, does it hurt, baby? too bad. you can take it, i know you can.”

oral/eating you out

this girl can’t get enough of you. drunk on your taste, your smell. she finds herself craving you all day. the best part of her day is when you’re finally home together and she has you all to herself.

jean kirstein . .

overall pretty vanilla. but don’t play w this boy.. if you really anger him, he won’t fail to make you bedridden the next morning. very handsy—while you fuck, his hands will go from your face, your breast, your waist, your hips, thighs, everywhere. he adores every inch of your body, and never fails to show it.

their kinks . .

risky/quickies

jean was never much of a horny person, but after he met you, his sex drive sky rocketed. he found himself horny at random times during the day, and sook you out nearly everyday. he loves the thrill of fucking in random, barely secure places—the idea of someone walking in on your obscene show excites him in the best way possible.

“you like when i fuck you like this? i bet— nggh, i bet you’d want someone to walk in on us. see how much of a slut you are.”

“you’re— you’re one to talk, kirstein—!”

oral

giving: loves seeing your expression as he tongue-fucks you. hands roaming up your body, soft mutters and hums against your core that sends vibrations through your body, making your pleasure infinitely better.

receiving: adores seeing your doe-eyes expression as you look up at him. usually, he lets you lead it when you suck him off, occasionally rutting his hips up when you tease him. but if he figures out your just messing with him, and teasing him, he’ll for sure take the lead and make you take his cock.

armin arlert . .

definitely a sub, even when he’s on-top. he’s such a munch for you, only you. definitely whimpers and moans rather than groaning, and is very vocal about it. multiple times, you two were caught because armin was moaning too loud.

their kinks . .

orgasm denial

receiving: something about it just ticks that spot in his brain. loves seeing you take the lead, and loves hearing your voice, your taunted and your teasing as you deny him of his orgasm.

“pluh- please! i’m sorry, i’m sorry, i’ll be better— no more, please let me come!”

giving: he would never, tbh. everything he does when he’s not subbing is revolved around you, and your pleasure. if he’s on top, he’s making sure he makes it worthwhile and wants to make it a good experience for you.

spit play

absolutely adores when you spit on his cock. he loves when you make a mess, using your spit or his as lube as you fuck him or tongue fuck him.

copr. goldessia. do not steal, plagiarize, translate or share on other platforms without credit/permission.

[goldenlocksprincess]

Attack on Titan Actor AU :

(Part1)

Season 1/2

Mikasa was the first one to be casted.

Armin and Historia are in real life cousin, Hisu is the oldest .

Eren is the youngest of the 104th cast.

Jean and Reiner go to the same college and are roomates.

Connie does his own stunts .

Grisha Jaeger is an Oscar winner actor.

Bertholdt is singer and his song went viral after the series premier.

Ymir and Marco are child actors, they have multiple succeful movies were they started separately.

Erwin and Carla Jaeger are married and have a daughter.

Hange used to be a model and a famous brand ambassador.

Levi doesn't get the hype behind his character, but is grateful for the fans.

Annie and Sasha are both olympics athlethes and participated in the Youth Olympics, Sasha won a gold medal in Archery and Annie was 4th in gymnastic.

Petra is actually the directors daughter.

Mike Zacharias is the best horse rider of all the cast.

Part 2?

[giuokx]

finally finished!

i think it looks too saturated tho😭

[lunas-side-anime-blog]

aot veteran/104 corp icks bc im back on my bullshit

someone requested AOT veteran icks, they didn't specify nsfw or not so I did both and also added sasha connie and jean bc i luv them:) feel free to message/inbox with requests!

(levi, erwin, hange, jean, sasha and connie)

Levi

will visit ur place and organize things without you asking. he'd just be like "ur welcome, now your kitchen makes sense" and ur like sir, I don't know where anything is now??? also he'd def the type to proclaim he's better than you for only getting two hours of sleep when you got four. honestly so many icks come to mind for this one, imma limit it to those two for now (stay tuned lol)

nsfw: tries to be rough with you but forgets his own strength. will try to throw you on the bed, but he does it too hard so you completely miss the bed and fall on the other side of it and he's just standing there like "🧍🏻...my bad."

Erwin

you cannot convince me this man doesn't wear water shoes at the pool. you guys say you want a dilf until you actually get one bc this is the type of shit it entails^^

nsfw: erwin cannot dirty talk for shit. im srry but if you're a lil kinky this isn't the man for you. try to call him daddy and he'd be like "we don't have kids?" and you explain the kink to him and he'd just say, "have you considered therapy?🤨" now he's concerned, boner gone, you feel called out, just go to sleep tbh

Hange

they're def a firm believer in natural deodorant and won't take the graceful hints that it's not working. prob wouldn't chill w them on a hot day is all i'm saying

nsfw: feel like they'd be really good in bed tbh like i'm struggling to think of an ick. hange has big dick energy, weirdos just do it better idk. i think maybe hange would try to spit in your mouth (they a freak) and they have so much and its thick and globby like the back of the throat type spit, your gonna choke bro im gagging as a i type-

Jean

bring back toxic masculinity because Jean's hair care routine is so good to the point he'll call out your split ends, i just know it

nsfw: a fucking chatterbox like his homies know everything. you've walked in on him telling connie in extreme detail how he had you in a full nelson last night while you screamed bloody murder and he doesn't see why ur mad. "babe, if anything i'm bragging about you 😏" fucking idiot istg. also kinda gross but I think he's the type to keep sniffing his fingers after fingering you like well into the next day EWW

Sasha

obvi she can't share for shit so I think she'd be an annoying person to eat out with. like yk when you're with your friends and only one person puts their card down so the rest can Venmo them? I think you can ask her to Venmo 20 and she'd send 15 and say something like "oh I didn't eat as many fries" but she fr did. never puts her card down either so believe it or not? jail.

nsfw: will literally be on her phone mid-sex with you. feel like she'd be really into the subway surfer vids and yeah, you go down on her and look up and she brought her own entertainment? ipad child behavior

Connie

i think he'd say "we" when talking about his fave sports team as if he contributed. like, "really connie, you helped win the superbowl? did you score a touchdown?" grow tf up

nsfw: insane bush on this one, i feel like he doesn't groom for shit and whatever, that's your choice! but I also feel like college-aged modern connie would talk shit about women who weren't bald down there and won't eat it unless it is. HYPOCRITE!! I think when he gets to his mid-twenties tho he'd mature (sasha beat his ass)

[eli0004]

Hi. How do you think Attack on Titan characters sneeze? I think Levi sneezes like a kitten and it's so cute. It would be great to get your opinion in headcanon form! Thanks for the reply, sending hugs <3

Sure Anon! 🫶 This is honestly mostly comedic, and i had a lot of fun with it, sorry it’s so short, there’s only so much information i could come up with without accidentally being repetitive!

Summary: Brief headcannons about how the Aot Men Sneeze.

(Contains: Eren, Jean, Armin, Connie, Levi, Erwin)

Warnings: None

Lmk if i should do a part two with female/nb characters🫶🫶🫶

Eren Yeager sneezes aggressively. Like the kind of sneeze that is dramatically loud, and anyone standing near him just turns around like “🤨” He swears it’s involuntary tho, and that it just happens that way. Bro charges it up too, you can tell when it’s about to happen because he makes this goofy face and tilts his upper body back.

Jean Kirstein sneezes like he’s scared of people hearing. He keeps his mouth closed shut and he will bury his nose in his elbow so it’s almost inaudible. Everyone speculates that he only does this because he secretly sneezes like Eren.

Armin Arlert’s sneezes boyishly? If that makes sense. They aren’t squeaky, but they are higher in pitch, and they happen very quickly. Almost like it takes him by surprise. After, he just quickly wipes his lil nose and gets on with his day. His eyes water when he sneezes too so he’s always nervous that people will think he was crying.

Connie Springer sneezes rapid fire🤣. Once he starts, he just cannot stop them from coming. He’ll start trying to talk in between them and another one will cut him off and then he’s just laughing like an idiot, tears streaming down his face and everything.

Levi Ackerman does in fact have cute little kitten sneezes and it’s such a drastic difference from how you’d expect him to sneeze, just by looking at him. He also slightly lifts off his feet when he sneezes, like the sheer force of it is enough to catapult him from off the ground.

Erwin Smith sneezes stereotypically. Like he literally goes “Ha! Hah choo!” And then it’s over. He’ll follow it up with a little sniffle, then chuckle and say something corny like “goodness!” Afterwards he’ll just smile and continue whatever he was previously doing.

[sinning-23]

My First Kiss

OKAY so this is indeed a multi fandom page and I have recently been rewatching Attack on Titan so I hope you guys are ready to endure this brainrot with me :D I'll probably make a pt. 2 with the higher ups and shit-

Never fear tho i have some OPLA stuff in the works too I just haven't really finished it up...

ps. im sorry for any spelling errors I wrote this on impulse

ANYWHO enjoy!

Eren

Your first kiss was completely by accident. Didn't make it any less rendering or embarrassing. The conversation between you and the main three was getting heated, Armin making a valid point that Eren simply wasn't listening to (he was listening he's just hardheaded) and Mikasa gave her occasional input only fueling the fire.

Somehow the debate took a turn and before you knew it everyone was becoming more and more animated in their movements. You had simply turned your head a bit too quickly in the direction Eren was sitting nd coincidentally he had moved forward just enough for your lips to meet in a quick pec.

"O-Oh! I'm sorry!" You yip, immediately pressing your fingertips to the spot on your lips.

You'd never seen Eren turn so red so fast. He tried to play it off, averting his eyes as the conversation died down a bit at the awkward occurrence. He'd never admit that he was hoping for something like that to happen.

Armin

You were a bit taller than Armin, well at least when you were younger. The blond just HAD to have a growth spurt. Anyway, you had a bit of making your height different more painfully obvious. When he reached for books you often got them off the higher shelf and teased him a little before giving and handing him the hardcover he desired.

As previously stated, he just HAD to have a growth spurt. Now if was your turn to be teased. You had been reaching as best you could, the presence behind you making you stop.

The blond had grabbed the item so easily, hell you'd forgotten what you needed at this point. he looked...good from this angle, his eyes somehow darker as he looked down at you with a smile.

"I won't tease." He hums, pressing his lips to your wrist, your hand still stretched upwards before he places the item in it.

If your major crush on the blond wasn't solidified before it sure as hell was now

Connie

You and Connie were already in a relationship, more secret so as to not draw attention but god damn it was easy to see you two were a lot closer than before...and neither of you was really good at keeping a secret like this especially when the two of you always had your hands off one another.

At this point, everyone had seen you two hold hands, sneak off during training to just be in each other's presence, little stuff. The one thing that had yet to be seen was more intimate contact. And it was only because it hadn't even happened yet. You and Constance hadn't kissed yet...so when you had snuck into the boy's dorm to lay with your glorified cuddle buddy, you weren't expecting anything but that. Until he started talking to you. In whispers of course.

"Hey y/n," He began, your fingers intertwined as you faced each other, your limbs tangled with one another.

"Yeah, Connie?" You answer, throat suddenly dry when his hand rests against your hip. It wasn't like you didn't think about being more romantic with Connie, you were really just nervous, you'd never kissed anyone before and neither had he.

"Do you think we should...kiss more. I mean, you are my girlfriend, I should kiss you, right?" He asks, his eyes looking down at yours, easy to see even in the darkened room.

"Do you want to kiss me Constance?" You ask, placing you hand behind his neck, your thumb rubbing over the fuzz at the base of his neck from hs buzzcut.

There was a little hesitation but your question was answered when his lips are pressed firm against your own.

Jean

This smug bastard, he knows you like to pick fights just as much as he does. and when you pick fights with him, it's honestly his favorite thing. He loves how your eyebrows angle so far down that you have a little crease between them. He loves how you get in his face and point that well-manicured finger into his chest. He loves it when you get loud. Not that he would ever admit it to anyone, but sometimes he pisses you off on purpose for just a crumb of your attention.

This particular argument was over who was supposed to clean the stables. You insist he help you but of course, he wants to fight, so he declines.

"I wasn't asking I was telling dumbasss now get up and help me." You huff, walking to him, your head angled upwards and the height difference. He only smirks and takes the opportunity to claim your lisp. The action surprised him a little bit. Since when did he get the balls to do something as bold as that. What surprised him more was when you tugged at his collard to push him away...but only doubled down and snatched him back to meet your lips again.

Yeah, if this was when he was gonna get when he pissed you off, he was gonna make it a point to do it more often.

Reiner

Honestly, you couldn't remember when you and Reiner first kissed, you two just sort of...did it and didn't stop doing it. Reiner always had some sort of scary guard dog position when he was with you and made it a point to let everyone know who was treating you like the goddess you were. So, any chance he got to show you off and show that he was totally hitting that, he did. According to him, your first kiss was right after you teo had been training all day.

You coudlt get the move down and you had been expressing your frustrationt o him. So, he offered to help you practice.

"I'll be great practive, you never know the size of your opponent so use this as a reference. Dont hold back." He insited, taking a stance as you breathe deeply.

You sprinted towards him, sliding between the bap he left between his legs. You were quick to put him in a chokehold, leaning back so that he would lose balance, and sure enough he did. You had managed to crawl from under him, positioning yourself atop him, your legs at either side of his waist as pride fills your face.

"I did it!" You celebrate, huffing in satisfaction before commigntot he realization of your current position.

"I-Wow okay sorry Reiner-" You apologize, hearing him chuckle a bit before sitting up on his forearms.

"Nah it's fine, i think i like this position though, nice work."

And before you could process the fact that your training crush had made a bit of a suggestive comment, his lips were already pressed quickly to your own.

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Authors Note; UHHHH lemme know what all wanna see next my ask box is always open my luvs <3

[jeanspookiebear]

ermmmmmm ermmm hehhehehehe :3 can u uhhhhmmm write jean nsfw heh heheh hee :3

Jean Smut Headcannons

HELP HI HERO. IDK HOW TO WRITE LIKE ACTUAL SMUT SO ILL JUST DO HEADCANNONS 😟

warnings: implied modern au, nsfw, mentions marco x jean once !

pairings: reader x jean kirstein

SERVICE DOM. I can’t see him being mean or only caring about himself he’s too much of a sweetheart for that ☹️

thinks he’s experienced bc he watched porn in middle school and is shocked when porn is unrealistic

has a praise kink and lowkey into spit but nobody could even waterboard that out of him

CRIED THE FIRST TIME IT HAPPENED. HE GOT EMOTIONAL FOR SOME REASON?

i can see him being like really insecure so he probably needs a lot of reassurance

speaking of being insecure, i feel like he’d shave AND wax down there since he doesn’t expect people to like the hair

surprisingly has a low sex drive. he’s cocky but he’s still responsible, i really don’t see him constantly seeking sex so naturally his drive is just not that high.

he’s obviously a bisexual. he’s anything BUT straight.

he and marco tried to experiment but it ended up awfully and jean refused to speak to him for a month out of embarrassment. only was able to speak to marco again after marco forced him to speak to him again

NEVER FORGETS AFTERCARE. Again, he’s a nice guy, even if it was a one night stand he wouldn’t just leave he’d make sure whoever he was with enjoyed it and only leaves after he’s sure they’re perfectly okay<33

I HEADCANNON THAT HE’S A REALLY GOOD LISTENER SO HE WOULD FEEL SELF CONSCIOUS IF THE PERSON HE’S WITH IS SUPER QUIET 😭

Ironically enough he’s pretty quiet. i don’t see him being loud unless if he’s trying to irritate someone like a roommate.

he doesnt whimper but he’s WHINY. he never shuts up and it can get kinda annoying LMFAOO

he’s really experimental but he draws the line at shit. he’d probably try watersports ONCE and found it disgusting but he wouldn’t even try anything near experimenting anything with shit.

Doesn’t mind being submissive, he just wants to make sure you’re happy, if it makes you happy he’s happy

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[darlingkirstein]

jeanpiku — whump headcannon!

Jean refuses to admit he's as sick as he is; Pieck has to deal with the consequences when he faints. comfort / light whump / request for @zuzusexytiems

Jean's got a fever; he's just too damn stubborn to accept the severity.

There's a glass of water beside his bed, but he insists to Pieck (multiple times) that fluids aren't necessary. Even water lacks any appetizing appeal — Jean decides he's just going to laze around and let his immune system endure the worst of it.

"You really should drink, Jean." Fingers in his sweaty hair, Pieck cuddles close — not seeming to fear the whole horrifically contagious thing. "C'mon. For me?"

As much as pleasing Pieck pleases him, Jean shakes his head — eyes still fixated on the television playing the latest episode of Jeopardy.

“Don't need it, baby. I'm fine, okay? Just fine, don't you worry."

She sighs. He's been hearing that sigh all day. "I can't force you. Just don't complain when you're miserable later, goofy."

Jean won't allow Pieck to realize that he is rather miserable. No position grants him any comfort, Pieck's cuddling only bringing minimal benefits — as if the raging headache isn't enough; usually, one tiny touch from Pieck is plenty to bring him a smile. Still, being fussed over is not on his agenda for today — it's just a little cold, he convinces himself, nothing I can't handle.

She holds him against her chest. Jean clings to her, cheek pressed against her clothes. Being underneath their sweltering mattress feels a little suffocating, but Pieck's cold-blooded, and Jean understands that she needs it to be comfortable — despite his discomfort.

Keeping his eyes open is a struggle; whichever disease ravages his insides, it's making his limbs heavy, and his chest as well. He tries to concentrate on anything else, anything — Pieck's gentle fingers, the aroma of her body's natural fragrance, the Jeopardy contestant making an unfortunate blunder that costs him the lead. As embarrassing as that mistake is, Jean wonders if it's any bit as embarrassing as sweating all over his girlfriend's t-shirt.

As Pieck kisses his temple ceaselessly, Jean's hands feel her skin, her soft, beautiful, welcoming skin that's a perfectly normal temperature. All sorts of weird tingling sensations run through his head, his extremities, his everything. Still, Jean pushes past convincingly.

Or, he thinks he's convincing.

"Jean," Pieck whispers, lips lingering against his forehead. It's obvious she's trying hard to stifle laughter. "You're shivering like crazy. You need to sleep, sweetheart. It'll help you feel better. Please?"

He just clings closer — enjoying the benefits of Pieck's warmth and enduring the drawbacks of too much warmth, the most unpleasant experience Jean can say he's found himself in.

"No, no. Told you, babe. I'm totally fine."

Pieck scoffs, scratching his scalp. "Fine. Uhuh. You're helpless."

For a little while, Jean thinks he's right — as one contestant is crowned Jeopardy champion, he smiles, gloating at the fact that he knew the answer while one poor soul missed out. Finally, there's a distraction big enough to make him forget about his illness.

Until he can forget no longer. The dizziness consumes him.

"Baby?" His speech slurs. "Don't feel good."

Lightheaded as all hell, Jean's eyes fall shut — Pieck's been so adamant about him sleeping, but as he loses consciousness, Jean doubts that this was part of his girlfriend's intentions.

He wakes up to Pieck hovering over him, shaking his shoulders. Barely a few blinks pass before he's on the recieving end of a lecture.

"Jesus, Jean. You scared the hell out of me."

Dazed, he reaches out for her — unable to decide if passing out improved or worsened his condition. All he knows is that there’s a pretty girl that’s worried about him, so worried that she’s glowering down at him with some potency.

“What happened?” He murmurs, throat dry.

“You fainted, babe. I thought you were asleep, but I know you’re not that heavy of a sleeper.”

Jean blushes; she’s right. Suddenly, he can’t stop the scarlet from spreading across his sweat-drenched cheeks, a colorful display of his supreme humiliation — trying to act like a real tough guy backfired far too easily for his liking.

“Fainted?” Jean asks, coy nature glazed over his half-lidded eyes. “I actually fainted? Really?”

“Yes, you gorgeous idiot. I tried warning you.”

He’s so embarrassed he wants to crawl into his own skin and hide forever, hide away from Pieck’s (admittedly very attractive) cocked-eyebrow, eyes-glaring expression, hide from the shame. The hardest part is his inability to discern whether his girlfriend’s frustration is genuine — he’s far too dazed from the whole passing out endeavor to make a reasonable judgement call.

Pieck sighs. “I started panicking and Googled what to do when someone faints. It says to drink fruit juice — so you don’t have a choice this time.”

Before he can register what’s happening, Jean is assisted into a propped up position, a glass of orange juice not-so-gently thrust into his hand.

Quietly, Jean sips, careful not to speak. He feels like he’s back in class again, under the scornful eye of an exasperated school teacher disappointed in their students. Not wanting to incur any more of Pieck’s annoyance, he forces the liquid down his throat — and to his delight, the juice helps to stabilize his condition, the dizziness fading into nothing, a threat no more.

She sits by his side, palm resting on his leg, thumb swiping back and forth over skin. Not annoyed? Jean can’t possibly tell. His eyes find Pieck’s, and her stern expression softens into a soft, almost undetectable smile.

Though the lightheadedness passes, a twisty-turn sensation replaces it in his stomach. Like a dog with its tail stuck between its legs, Jean grapples with the shame of a forthcoming I-told-you-so no doubt mere seconds from leaving Pieck’s mouth. She’s right, she’s always right.

So, he dons his most apologetic face imaginable, puppy dog eyes brandished with an unmistakable pout dragging the corners of his lips down. Just for dramatic effect, Jean doesn’t bother attempting to stop the chills ransacking his body — maybe they can work to garner forgiveness?

“You’re not mad at me, are you?” Voice so gentle, his eyes do most of the pleading. “Baby, I’m sorry — I didn’t mean to scare you, I just—”

Unable to stay upset for long, Pieck crumbles. She scoots closer, close enough to cup his face and press her lips to his too-warm skin in every capacity. Her mouth forgives his cheekbones, his forehead, his nose, his still-pouting lips.

“It’s okay,” she smiles, sighing. “I forgive you this time. Just don’t do that again, alright?”

He’s tempted to ask, Do what? However, Jean is far smart enough to realize that Pieck isn’t commanding him to never pass out again; she’s covertly requesting that he heed her thoughtful advice just a little bit closer next time.

Jean blushes. “Promise. Was stupid.”

She grins, snuggling close. “Not sure who you’re trying to impress, baby. I didn’t fall in love with you because you’re some macho tough guy.”

“I like impressing you,” he admits, the flush in his cheeks nearly as hot as his forehead’s temperature. “Don’t get to do it very often.”

The laughter from Pieck’s lips reassures Jean that, even when he’s driving her up the wall or infuriating her with another silly decision, his girlfriend can’t shake her soft spot for him.

“Well, you can impress me by drinking water and getting some rest. You need it, okay? Sleep.”

“I can try,” he relents, smiling. “For you.”

“I’ll help, I promise.” Beside her, Pieck gestures to a cold compress waiting to deliver some much-needed comfort to his aching head. “Just tell me what you need to feel good, baby. That’s all.”

With the secret now utterly uncontained, Jean loses all will to play a game of pretend. He’s free to whine about all tender physical woes, to make small requests — small enough to avoid feeling like a selfish asshole ordering Pieck around.

There’s a laundry list of things to ask for: a lighter blanket, the fan turned on, less clothing (and not for any fun reason), maybe even medication for the throbbing in his head refusing to retreat.

Nothing fun, that’s for sure. He opts for a recovery tactic he’s sure to be far more effective.

“You,” Jean confesses, looking right into Pieck’s eyes, heart quickening its tempo. “Just need you.”

[skrunklybf-archived]

jean k; domestic headcannons

dork. big fucking dork

jean is all about pda

he'll make out with you anywhere

he also gives your ass a little slap when you leave (even though you yell at him for it)

matching bracelets bc hello???

he sends you a meme every morning

touching. 24/7. not even sexually

he feels so needy bc he HAS TO have a hand on you at all times

you might disappear if he doesn't ))):

big man baby vibes

cries when he gets too drunk bc he misses you

and then flips out when you try to help him

"i have a girlfriend don't touch me!!!!"

"i am your girlfriend you idiot"

also. he insists on matching holiday pjs.

them corny ass flannels be the STAR of your holiday cards

sends you pictures of dogs he sees in public

texts you during his entire shift as if he isn't on the clock

doesn't get outwardly jealous too often

he trusts you with literally everything

but won't hesitate to put someone in their place if they're fucking w you

once yanked eren's man bun bc he kept gloating about beating your ass in mortal kombat

"saturdays are for the boys" type beat but ditches them halfway thru the night bc you sent him a nude

lets his friends tease him bc oh well he's the one crawling into your sheets anyways

[crisalidaseason]

Aot gang

Modern AU: Reader meets the AoT group

AoT LGBTQIA+ hc

Aot characters I could spend hours talking about

AoT characters favorite subjects

Erwin, Hange and Levi - LGBTQ+ hc

Aot Characters kissing headcanons

Aot characters as gods - a god au

Aot characters hc I obsessively believe

Cuddling with the aot characters (pt 1) (pt 2)

Zombie AU Headcannons

And they say evil pays you no mind

Aot Characters race/ethnicity

AoT interactions I'd sell my kidney for

Halloween special 2022

Halloween special 2023

[kentosbabes]

Masterlist

Taking requests so ask anything 🫂

JJK

Nanami Kento

CEO Nanami headcannons, Nanami Kento headcannons part 2!!

Pottery date with Nanami

Jealous Nanami

Grocery shopping

Travelling with Nanami

Sick with Bf Nanami

Date Night with Nanami

Nanami comforting you

Ex Bf Nanami

A long day

Soft drabbles about Nanami

Nanami cumming

Stargazing with Nanami (Ft a proposal)

Moving

First time with Nanami

Dad Nanami

Cockwarming

Professor Nanami; D for an A

Breeding kink

Brother's best friend

CEO Nanami!Secretary

Eating pussy

Overtime

FaceTime with frustrated Nanami

Nanami with pregnant wife

Nanami is the type to

Massaging Nanami

Arranged Marriage Nanami

First job with Nanami

Collage Bf Nanami

Priest Nanami

Lipstick kink Nanami

Cozy Nanami headcanons

Tiana x Nanami headcannons

Gojo Satoru

Ex-Bf Gojo, Ex-Bf Gojo part 2

Bf-Gojo, Bf-Gojo part2

Gojo meeting your parents

Jealous Gojo

Short gf

Young Gojo, Young Gojo Part 2

Playboy Gojo

Mirror sex with Gojo

Pool sex with Gojo

Public fuckin with Gojo

Biker Gojo

Nepo baby Gojo

Submissive Gojo

Toji Fushiguro

Ex husband

Quicky in the bathroom?

Manhandling and size kink

Ryomen Sukuna

Dad Sukuna

Overstimulation with Sukuna

AOT

Eren Yeager

Collage AU part 1, Collage AU part 2

Submissive Eren

Roomate Eren

Uni student Eren

Ex-Bf Eren, Ex-Bf Eren part 2

Bf Eren, Bf Eren Part 2

Let me look after you

Rockstar Eren

Sick Eren

Tutoring

I'm right here

Family life

Computer science project

She fell first he fell harder

Car sex

Brothers best friend

Jean Kirstein

Bf Jean

Multiple Characters

Shower sex - AOT

How to unwind - AOT

Sex songs (with links) - AOT

Sex songs (With links) - JJK

Sleepy s/o - JJK

JJK favourite positions

JJK kinks

JJK and shy!reader

JJK mirror sex

JJK Gojo and Geto threesome

JJK being munches

JJK getting head

JJK being camboys

[goldenlocksprincess]

Attack on Titan Actor AU (part 3)

Levi likes to take pictures on set, he has a folder for each cast members. He shares them on his socials during their birthdays.

Bertholdt keeps a notebook on him, he writes down songs ideas.

There was a rumour about Eren and Mikasa dating, the actors both denied it when Eren posted a picture of him with Mikasa's boyfriend.

Armin has a major in archeology.

When the shooting ends very late Jean likes to cheer on his castmates to bring some energy.

Sasha and Reiner often send food trucks to everyone on set to thank them for their hard work.

Historia makes origamies in her trailer and gives it to the cast.

Erwin adopted his horse after finishing his part on the series.

Connie is the best at keeping a serious face during filming.

Hange hides snacks on set so that she could eat them between takes.

Ymir cried so much during filming her final scene, they had to stop shooting so that she calms down.

Pieck forget her lines a lot when filming with Zeke because she finds him intimidating.

Yelena's real voice is really soft she just aggravate it for the character.

Zeke teenage crush was Hange, he was very honored to share screen with her. Hange in return teases him a lot about this info.

After his performance, Marco got a lot of job offers, but he decided to quite acting and become a doctor.

Annie cried when she watched the finale episode.

[jeankirsteinsgrlfrnd]

Hii i saw you have requests open and I was wondering if you'd write about DILF!Jean falling for his son babysitter (he's divorced already and he was when they met) or DILF jean headcannons in general

Hope u can and if not it's okay,have a nice Christmas!! Take care♡

pairing: dilf!jean x fem!reader

word count: 1.3k

content + warnings: nothing really. just fluff & some kissing.

a/n: this was sooo fun to write tbh! thank u for ur request!! i hope you had a nice christmas!!

not too long ago, you started working for jean kirstein. well, more like baby-sitting. jean kirstein was a rich, recently divorced dad of one. he had a son who was about two years old and cute as all hell. despite jean not needing to work one more day in his life, he chose to. he wanted to set a good example for his son and quite frankly, he’d be too bored sitting around his house everyday. that’s when he found you, a nice young girl who had experience in babysitting.

when jean first met you, he could tell you were an ideal hire. you were well dressed. you weren’t wearing anything ‘slutty’ or too comfortable. plus, you were easy on his eyes. and his son had taken an immediate liking to you, which was the most important thing to jean. he didn’t hesitate to give you the job and he promised to pay you handsomely. hell, even if he didn’t pay you, you’d consider the job due to the fact of how good looking he was. you thought every woman in town should be jealous of you.

as time went on, you and jean developed a more than professional relationship. you two became friends. he liked you particularly because you’d listen unlike all of the douchebags at work. he liked that he’d come home to a clean house, a fed and in bed baby, and a pretty girl, although he told himself he’d never admit that to you. jean appreciated that you never complained about the hours and always offered to help out with other things around the house. jean knew he could count on you.

there became a time jean started looking at you differently. you weren’t sure quite when it started. the first time you noticed was when you were doing the dishes after you and his kid had just finished dinner. jean had gotten home early unexpectedly. you didn’t hear the front door open due to the running water. the sound of jean clearing his throat was enough to make you jump and drop a dish in the sink. luckily for you, it didn’t break. you turned the water off and turn around to find your boss leaning against the counter, with his arms crossed.

“I’m so sorry. I wasn’t expecting you.” your words fall out in a rush. to your surprise, jean just laughs. his eyes are shimmering with something you can’t quite put your finger on. that was the first night you suspected something was up with him.

after that, jean started paying you more. you weren’t going to complain. jean kept that glint in his eyes, at least whenever he was around you. you couldn’t help the feeling that his eyes were always on you when he’d come home. then, he started having you help out with his son when he was home. he said something along the lines of, “i want to work from home more to be more available for my son but that doesn’t mean i can always keep the best eye on him. i’d appreciate your help more than you’d know, (y/n.)”

how could you say no when he’d say your name like that?

eventually, staying during the day turned into staying for dinner. jean’d cook and you’d watch the baby while he did. jean’s son was an easy baby and you were grateful. you were being paid a lot more than you deserved. you liked staying for dinner. you liked playing housewife even if your fantasy was just one sided. or at least that’s what you thought.

you and jean continued on with this charade for a few months, blissfully unaware of the other’s feelings. you wish you could be with him. you’ve seen the type of man he is. he’s thoughtful, caring, a great cook, a great dad and incredibly handsome. the list goes on. on the other hand, jean was noticing all sorts of things about you. like the way you’d tie your hair up before getting a head start on the chores. or the way you’d blush when he’d pull a chair out for you. or how natural you looked holding his son.

everything changed one night. you had stayed extra late this particular night. jean had meetings all night long. he was doing them virtually but insisted you stay incase his kid woke up. you obliged, secretly hoping he’d ask you to stay. eventually, you pass out on the couch with the baby monitor on the coffee table in front of you.

you wake the next morning to find a blanket covering you. you start to panic, realizing you had fallen asleep on the job, when you were supposed to be keeping an ear out for cries. you dart up, looking for you phone to look at the time. it’s bright in the room and you know it’s the next day. you wander in the kitchen to find jean sitting at the table, reading the newspaper with a cup of coffee sitting in front of him. he’s wearing a black t-shirt and a pair of flannel pajamas. you had never seen this look on him and quite frankly, he looked as good as ever.

he set the newspaper down at your arrival. immediately, you began profusely apologizing for your carelessness. jean smiles.

“i wouldn’t have let you stay if you weren’t wanted.”

these words make you blush. they make you realize how bad you want him and how you’d do anything to be his wife. was there a chance he wanted you too?

jean got up from his chair and pushed it in behind him. “you don’t have to apologize. you aren’t in trouble. the boy was just fine all night. it was unfair of me to ask you to stay so late.” he admitted, leaning against the counter next to you. “truth is, the real reason you were here is a little…selfish.”

your heart was beating so fast. your ears couldn’t believe what they were hearing. and god, your eyes could not stop looking at him. his kind, hazel eyes. his messy brown-blond hair. and his scruff. and his pink, perfect lips. “why was i here?” the words somehow find a way out while you hope you know the answer.

“because i wanted you here.” he moved closer to you. your stomach was in knots, twisting and turning. jean reached a hand up to hold the side of your face. your cheek where his hand rested was burning. you weren’t sure if it was you or him that was so warm. you can’t find anything to say. there’s nothing moving around in your brain except for him. “(y/n,)” he started, brushing a thumb across your cheek. “why do you think you’re here so much?”

“to do my job.”

“no. try again.” jean whispered.

“i don’t know.” you whispered back.

“i think that you do.” jean leaned closer, his forehead resting against yours. instinctively, your hand went up to grip his wrist. he was looking right into your eyes. his gaze never faltered. it was that look again. the one from all those nights ago. he pulled away. jean turned his head away and sighed. “(y/n), don’t make me say it.”

“you’re falling for me.” you whispered, your forehead and cheek still burning from his gentle touch. he turned his head back to you, eyes now filled with hope.

“are you…falling for me?” he asked but it came out as more of a plea. you nodded your head. you couldn’t believe this was happening. you were sure you were still asleep and going to wake up soon. “you’re certain?” he tilted his head.

“yes.” your voice still came out as a whisper, afraid the moment would end if you spoke any louder. this was all the confirmation jean needed to hear. it was music to his ears. he took a step closer. you’re afraid your heart might actually beat out of your chest.

jean’s face was leaning in towards yours. you closed your eyes, afraid but wanting. needing. his lips met yours. they are soft and gentle. they’re warm. you felt jean’s hands wrap around your waist as he pulled his mouth away from yours. you opened your eyes finally.

“i’m a cliche, aren’t i?” he asked. “falling for the babysitter?”

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[eli0004]

since you don't do sub content, could you do something fluffy with jean? anything if you want

Anon, your wish is my command! 🖤

Dating Jean Kirstein-

Synopsis: Headcannons for a Modern AU! Version of your favorite horse boy

Rating: SFW

Warnings: one slightly suggestive hc, implied body image issues, jean has a history of toxic relationships

Ok, so first of all, Jean isn’t your typical boyfriend. He’s boyfriend: Feminist Edition✨ and body positivity king, hello?

He’s also, as we all know, a huge simp. But a legitimate simp, “spend all his money on makeup and call him bro” type simp.

Because of that, he’s had a few really shitty relationships where he was badly taken advantage of, and he always vows to really assess a person’s green AND red flags before proceeding.

It never works out that way, obviously. Bro wouldn’t know a red flag if you shoved it up his ass 🚩. He sees a pretty girl and is suddenly color blind.

Because of his history in that aspect, when you first confess your feelings to each other he’s absolutely terrified that it’s one big joke, or destined to fail.

But as you both get closer, he lets his gaurd down, and bro is down so bad.

You say “jump” an jean says “how high”

He is 110% that guy who notices everything you do with your appearance. I mean come on “You have really pretty black hair.” But that’s also just because he doesn’t understand the whole “it’s not polite to stare” thing.

Jean when you do literally anything: 👁️👄👁️

He’s a gym bro, change my mind (you can’t 😈)

If you’re insecure Jean is one of those guys that will ask you how much you weigh, and you’ll be like “damn that’s really icky and disrespectful” until you see him placing that exact amount of weight on the bench.

He’s like “see, you’re not too heavy for me” wink wink

He’s so endearingly stupid

If you’re not insecure tho, Jean will be there to hype you tf up when you’re feeling confident

“Hell yeah, look at those glutes babe!” *smack*

Either way he’s obsessed with you, regardless of what your body looks like or whether or not you like it.

Modern Jean 100% has a minor Fratccent from his college years.

Once or twice, he will accidentally call you bro, but he’ll be so apologetic TT you can’t even be upset.

He’s the type of guy that will walk around with his hand on your ass instead of your waist if you’re ok with that

His shit eating grin when someone mentions it, he’s like 😏😏😏

Scratch his head with your nails, DO IT

This man will be snoring immediately, it’s his favorite way to fall asleep.

I’m also a firm believer that modern!jean is not a natural blonde, so from time to time he’ll let you put streaks of vivid color in it, bonus points if you match with him

He’s actually a pretty good cook, so when you’re feeling homesick he’ll prepare your comfort meals for you

His love languages are physical touch, and words of affirmation. Jean will actually spontaneously combust if you compliment his biceps or tell him he has pretty eyes

He’s also totally comfortable with his masculinity so he’d be thrilled to be involved in your skincare routine, do face masks, let you clean up his brows, put makeup on him etc etc.

In fact, if you’ve had a hard week, he’d be the one to come home with a bottle of wine, face masks, nail polish and snacks. Top tier self care night, would sit on the couch with you and all your plushies and watch love island or something 😭

He gets so into the drama, it’s actually hilarious. By the end of it he’s rolling his eyes and trash talking at the tv

Will get wine drunk and dance in the living room with you

Honestly, we all just need to get ourselves a Jean. 😔💞