#jean kirstein x reader fluff

[ohimsummer]

heat waves

18+, minors dni please

content: reformed fuckboy! jean x gn! reader, smut, size kink, explicit language, reader is a teeny tiny bit possessive

a/n: jean’s a fuckboy but you can change him 

“You’re gonna end up stuck with them.”

The words ring in Jean’s ears, but he doesn’t bother to respond; what the fuck does Eren know? He’s not gonna be “stuck with you” because you were nothing to him. You were just another hole he could use to get his dick wet. Yeah, he agreed to be in a relationship with you because you were cute and a good fuck, but you were only temporary. He could tell you were head over heels for him. You did anything he wanted, always so ready to get on your knees and mouth at his cock, so eager to spread your legs and let him fill up your tight hole whenever he asked. Such a subservient little slut for him.

Sure, maybe he did a few things extra that he’d never done with past companions, but it was only to make sure you stayed around. He’d endure a few kisses on the cheek and douses of affection if it kept you wrapped around his finger. Doesn’t matter that he enjoyed it more than he ever had with previous partners. What, just because Jean liked the way you indulged in him meant he wanted to stay with you?

A memory forces its way to the forefront of his mind, one that threatens to shatter the illusion of his negligence. It’s from the other day. Some girl approached him with a beaming smile, twirling her hair, and batting her pretty little eyelashes. It was clear her intentions; Jean was a hot topic on campus amongst students, so it was nothing new that yet another one had made it their goal to make him theirs.

Your arrival interrupts the girl mid-sentence. Jean hadn’t even heard your approach, and he can tell by the look on your face that you’re clearly not happy with the attention he’s receiving. The girl is annoyed at your presence, but her attitude is incomparable to the one she’s getting from you. Your hands are wrapped around Jean’s bicep, silently claiming him as you give the girl a look that could cut glass.

“Stay the fuck away from him.”, you seethe at her. The girl scurries away, having effectively been scared off, at least for now.

It’s weird. Usually, Jean hates that kind of thing from people. Why let some person he was only using chase off another fuckbuddy? But here, now, he doesn’t mind, in fact he doesn’t even care. He’s too caught up in the shirt you’re wearing. It’s some random shirt he’d bought for you just so he could say he got you a gift, keep you happy. It was the first thing he picked up in the store because why would he take the time to put actual thought into it? Not like he was going to be with you for long, at least that’s what he had thought at the time. Jean is actually shocked you even wore it out; the thing was hideous with some tacky, ugly pattern on it.  As you drag him off, he questions you about it.

“It’s my favourite shirt.”, you grin at him and hug his arm tighter.

“Y/N, it looks ugly.” He glosses over the squiggly pattern going down the sleeves, and wants to buy you a new shirt immediately. One that, this time, he’ll actually put effort into picking out for you. You deserved better.

You look up at him, lips puckered in a pout, and for once he’s not focused on wanting to kiss them until they’re swollen and bruised. ”So? You bought it for me and I want to wear it, Jean-boy.”

He doesn’t even say anything about that stupid fucking nickname you picked up from his friends. Jean hates it, despises it even. But here he is now, letting you call him by that name and not even objecting to it. Why? 

It’s not the first time he’s caught himself letting you get away with things he’d never let anyone else get away with, either. He remembers when he pressured his roommate, Connie, to go somewhere else so you could spend the night with him. Normally, a big no-no. He didn’t need people he was gonna dump in a a few weeks invading his space. And yet, somehow, here he is offering to carry your overnight bag for you, setting it down next to his bed and then heading off to the bathroom for a shower.

You pounce on him the minute he joins you on the comforter, shedding your top and lips latched to the side of his neck to mark him as your own. Jean’s hands instantly find their way between your thighs, rubbing over the soft skin as he takes a nipple in his mouth, sending a shiver up your spine. In no time, you’re taking his lubed cock inside your tight entrance. He keeps a hold on your hips, and gazes up at you through half-lidded, lust-blown eyes. Jean thinks you look stunning, hair messy and body shining with a light sheen of sweat. A groan escapes his lips as you take more and more of his cock and, in his frantic thoughts, he thinks about how he’d stay with you for-fucking-ever if it meant being the only one able to see you like this: panting and pleas for him leaving in whispers from your lips between needy whimpers, whole body trembling as you struggle to take him on your own just to please him and show Jean you could do it. 

"I fucking love you.”, Jean breathily moans out. He doesn’t correct himself, doesn’t take it back. He’s too focused on that look you’re casting down at him, one that makes Jean want to wrap you up in his arms and hold you against him for eternity so you can never leave his side. He can keep telling himself that he just loves you for your body, but he can’t keep denying that he actually loves your company, even when you’re not just there to fuck him. He loves the way you relish in bragging to people that he’s your boyfriend. Jean loves the way you smile at him and when you let out your little titters after he says you’re being annoying. A harmonious giggle that calms his nerves and leaves him yearning to hear it again.  

So yeah, maybe Eren is right. Maybe Jean would end up stuck with you. But at least it would be with you.

bad ending

[arlerts-angel]

🎄 𝑭𝑳𝑼𝑭𝑭𝑴𝑨𝑺: 𝑮𝑰𝑭𝑻𝑺

pairing: various characters x gn?reader (armin arlert, eren jaeger, jean kirstein, levi ackerman, ken ryuguji, kento nanami, satoru gojo

a/n: merry christmas and happy holidays to you my loves!! i hope you've all had a lovely day regardless if you're celebrating or not! enjoy!! MWUAH 🤍

summary: what they buy for you and brief explanations!🤍🎁 gojo's is slightly suggestive

taglist: @levilxvr @vashsmunch

armin arlert: he buys you a stanley cup! he's all about making sure you stay hydrated and these cups are all the rage right now 🤍

eren jaeger: he buys you an at-home spa set because he loves to pamper you! expect your next bath to be fully serviced by him 🥰

jean kirsten: he buys you a 'K' necklace. a classy way to remind the strangers who hit on you that you're his. 🥰

levi ackerman: he books a spa day for the both of you! levi carries lots of tension and he knows you do too, so a relaxing day at the spa is just perfect.

ken ryuguji: he buys you a locket. he knows you value sentimental things and though he doesn't show it, he's very thoughtful. the picture he chose was from your first date

kento nanami: he takes you on a trip to bora bora. kento is a man of big business and will use anything as an excuse to go to bora bora!

satoru gojo: he buys you a body pillow of himself. halfway as a joke until he got a bright idea of other ways you could use it.

photos from pinterest

[lovesatoru]

IT’S NICE TO HAVE A FRIEND — JEAN KIRSTEIN (CHAPTER ONE)

CONTENT: canon compliant, childhood friends to lovers, a bit of angst, lots of fluff, fem!reader, you grew up in trost with jean, follows your relationship throughout the plot of aot, slowburn, mutual-pining.

WORD COUNT: 3.6k

A/N: first fic back!! I've actually had this saved for a long time, but I'm finally ready to share this fic. It's my favorite thing I've ever written and it will likely be two or three parts by the time it's fully done!

my masterlist | chapter two

Your third-grade classmates pushed and shoved as they ran out of the classroom and into the bitter, cold outside, occasionally a few of them bumped into you while you were still preparing to head out. They were eager to get out into the snow, shouting about pelting eachother with snowballs and trying desperately to catch snowflakes on their tongues. You had taken your time, carefully buttoning up your big, warm coat just like your mother always did in the winter mornings before you headed to school. After checking to make sure each button was done correctly, you then grab the scarf sitting on top of your desk, wrapping it tightly around yourself. Now you were all ready to head out, thinking of how proud your mother will be that you made sure you were bundled up, just like she asked you.

When you stepped out into the snow, tears swelled in your eyes from the harsh wind blowing. You thought that at any second the strength of the wind would knock you down into the white snow. As you brought a small hand out of your coat pocket up to shield your eyes, you realized you didn’t have your gloves on. In an instant, you ran back into the empty classroom, save for a boy putting his own gloves on.You didn’t pay attention to him as you searched the inside of your desk and your small backpack for your own pair. After not finding them there, you emptied out your coat pockets only to find a pencil, a random piece of candy, and two erasers. You had no idea of where else they could be, so you checked your desk, bag, and pockets again and again and again. 

Unknown to you, your frantic search had caused you to gain the attention of the boy across the room. He didn’t even know your name, having only heard you answer a question in class here and there, but he was curious as to what you were looking for so desperately. Before he knew it, he was walking over to you.

“Hey, uh, you okay?” he questioned, tilting his head to the side a little. He really couldn’t put a finger on what you were so worked up about. 

Your eyes met his as a small pout formed on your face. “Yes, I just can’t find my gloves.”

“Oh,” he grabbed his chin in his hand and scrunched his eyebrows as if he was in deep thought before his eyes lit up. “Here, you can just wear mine!”

Before you could have replied, he stripped his hands of the blue gloves and eagerly held them out for you to grab with a smile so warm that it contrasted the frigid weather outside. You didn’t even know each other's names, yet he treated you with such kindness. 

“No, no. I can’t,” You shook your head, unable to accept his offer. “Thank you though.”

Now he was the one pouting. “But why? I don’t care if you use ‘em.” He held out his gloves again, practically shoving them in your face with eagerness.

“Cause then your hands will be cold.” You explained, pulling up the hood of your coat and turning to walk towards the door again. “You’re not the one who lost their gloves, I’d feel bad if you were cold because of me.”

It was your fault you lost your gloves, not his. It was already pretty cold out, so this was simply the consequence you needed to face, not him. You were just about to open the door to the exit before his hand grabbed your wrist, preventing you from leaving. 

“Then we can share. I wear one, you wear one,” he said as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. 

You smiled at the idea, and took the glove from his hand, slipping it onto your own. You giggled as you put it on, finding the fact that you each had only one glove on humorous and he was laughing as well. Both of you were all ready to head out again when you finally asked him his name.

“I’m Jean Kirstein!” He answered so fast that he must have been anticipating the question. “What’s your name?”

“I’m (Y/N) (L/N),” you replied just as swiftly. 

With your introductions all said and done, it was finally time to go home long after the other children. You tucked your hands into your pockets again, one a little colder than the other. 

He was still walking beside you as you started towards your home. After realizing you were headed the same way, he felt a little bit excited, finally having company on his usually lonely walk. Jean ran a little ahead of you and then turned around to face you while still walking. 

“You must live this way too! I’ll walk you home if ya want.” he said with a firm tug on his backpack straps and a toothy grin on his face. 

Beyond delighted at the thought of being able to befriend him, you eagerly nodded. The remainder of the walk to your house was full of random conversation and questions. In the entirety of the fifteen minute walk you had learned that Jean’s mom makes the best omelets in the world, his favorite color was green, and he likes to draw when he’s bored. You listened to everything he had to say with open ears, and he did the same with every word you spoke. 

The time flew by and you eventually arrived in front of your home. “This is my house!” you beamed, although you felt a tinge of sadness because it was time to tell him bye.

He had given you yet another smile as he stopped to tell you goodbye. “No way! I live not too far from here! Maybe you can come over and we can play together after school tomorrow.”

Before you could tell him that you think it would be fun, your mother called your name out the door. In a rush, you had pulled your hands out of your pockets and carefully removed the glove he had lent you and held it out for him to take.

“I gotta go, but yes, I’ll ask my mom and you should ask yours!” Your words rushed out of your mouth in a hurry as you ran towards your front door. “Thank you for letting me use your glove.”

You realize that you forgot to tell him goodbye, so you turned back and energetically waved with a shout of “Bye, Jean!” and a grin.

“Bye, (Y/N)!” He waved back and watched you run into the open arms of your mother before making his way home as well.

As you stepped foot into your home, peeling off your scarf and coat as did so, you had instantly blurted out, “Can I go play at Jean’s house tomorrow? Please?” you had said while dragging out the final word dramatically.

She raised an eyebrow in response, surprised by the sudden question. You hardly ever mentioned the other children at school before today, and Jean was never amongst the names of the kids you had spoken of before.

“Jean? Is that the boy who you walked home with?” she asked while taking your gear from you to put away.

“Yes! He’s my new friend, he said he’d ask his mom if it’s okay for me to go over!” You were sure to add that he was asking permission as well, feeling like that would increase the likelihood of your mother agreeing to let you go. “Please, Mom.”

She smiled softly and ruffled your hair before responding. “I suppose that’s fine, just be back before dinner, okay?”

Bright, colorful skies had painted Trost District a golden hue as you ran down the street. Jean’s hand was clasped in yours as he attempted to keep up with you, letting you pull him along like you had for the past two years. You quickly passed by some random people walking down the street, bumping into a few of them which earned you a handful of complaints as you ran by.

Just a few minutes ago, you heard three sharp knocks and opened the door to an excited Jean who was nearly jumping for joy as he explained that his mother had managed to get the ingredients for his birthday cake. He looked like a little boy trying to appear grown up in his button up shirt and brown vest with hair that was neatly fixed, presumably by his mother. Your jaw nearly dropped to the floor when he told you, as cake was a pretty rare treat these days. You instantly agreed and sprinted to slip on a pair of shoes before dragging him down the street.

“You know, I walked here in order to walk you to my house, not to be walked, or should I say, dragged,” the brunette huffed but still kept a firm grip on your hand. He’d never let go no matter how much he pretended to hate it; there was something he liked about the way your smaller hand felt in his. “Yet, here you are, dragging me around, on my birthday.”

You rolled your eyes, throwing a glance back at him. He tried to shoot you a glare of annoyance once you made eye-contact, but you saw through it. Always so dramatic, but you enjoyed the typical theatrics. He fumbled a little when you picked up the pace suddenly. His house had come into view  and you were motivated by the thought of a nice slice of birthday cake prepared by his mother, who you’d grown to adore, being served to you. A part of you also looked forward to watching Jean 

“Shut up, Kirstein. You complain about everything.” Your laugh filled the almost empty street, and you shook your head, “We’re almost there anyways.”

You didn’t see it, but Jean dropped his little act for a moment as you continued to run and smiled softly to himself at your jab. Had those words left the mouth of any other person, he admittedly would have been offended, but he just held a fondness for the way you called him an idiot or a jerk with a grin on your lips. There was nothing he liked more than being insulted by you.

In a few short moments, you had arrived at the front door, threw it open and ran inside without even bothering to knock. You had grown comfortable, maybe a little bit too comfortable, within the Kirstein household. You dragged Jean behind you, hands still laced together, into the kitchen while he muttered complaints of you pulling too hard on his arm. 

“Dude, chill out with the pulling!” he whined after you had removed your hand from his. He rubbed at his shoulder while wincing and his mother let out a laugh from the counter

“Oh, you’re just a big baby!” You rolled your eyes as you pulled out two chairs from the wooden table, one for you and one for the birthday boy. “Hi, Angeline!” you greeted the woman as you eagerly watched her finish up the cake at the counter. You had dropped the formality of addressing her as Mrs. Kirstein after two years of being in and out of the house.

“Why, hello, (Y/N), dear!” she beamed as she looked over her shoulder, grabbing a few plates and walking towards the two of you. “I’m so glad you could come on such short notice. My little Jeanboy practically sprinted out the door to go get you,” she joyously laughed, ruffling an embarrassed Jean’s hair before setting a plate down in front of you both.

“Mom, I’m eleven now, ‘m not little!’” he huffed for what you estimated to be roughly the hundredth time that day, which earned a snicker from you. “Also, stop calling me Jeanboy, it’s embarrassing.”

“I hate to break it to you, but you’ll always be my little Jeanboy!” She quickly went over and grabbed the cake to place it in front of him. She even managed to find a few small candles to light in celebration.

Jean’s annoyed expression had quickly faded away; his eyes lit up brighter than the flames before him. You just knew that your smile mirrored his, all wrapped up in the excitement of such a special day. His joy was contagious, as he was a very guarded boy, always trying to put up a strong front to other kids. But you would never be like the other kids, you were his best friend. His best friend who loved to show up at his house unannounced begging to go on adventures in the middle of the busy market, his best friend who came over every Thursday just because, his best friend who was just different.

He just stared at the cake in awe, like he wasn’t able to fully believe the sight of it before him. You were anxiously waiting for him to blow the candles out, but grew impatient and grabbed his shoulders to shake him just a little. 

“Jean? You gonna blow your candles out?” Your eyes widened as you proceeded to threaten that you would do it for him.

He shook his head, snapping back to reality as you and his mom stared at him. “Sorry, just trying to think of a good wish. I got a good one now.”

He leaned forward with pride, blowing out each and every candle upon the cake. The two of you applauded, eager for a slice now that he had finally made his wish.

Angeline slid the cake towards herself so she could cut it. Jean sat back down in his seat next to you, even more giddy than before. He was smug in the way he acted, his posture stiffened, his smile turned up into a smirk.

“(Y/N), guess what my wish was?” He leaned towards you, but he wasn’t actually wanting a response, barely giving you time to think of the many possibilities, “I wished that I will become the strongest soldier out there when I go off to the cadet corps next year. I’ll be an MP so that you, me, and mom can live in the inner walls and be happy!”

You smiled back at him, leaning towards him as well, “Too bad that’s not gonna happen, I gonna kick your butt when I go. I’m gonna be one of the best scouts they’ve ever seen.” 

His expression fell in an instant when you said that. You would never forget the way his eyes widened in disbelief. Your heart raced nearly as fast as your mind, trying to think of what you said that was so terribly wrong. You always teased him, the competition between the two of you was always friendly, so surely it wasn’t that. You barely caught a glance of the tears swelled up in his eyes before he swallowed a non-existent lump in his throat. You were still trying to think of what you did in the past few moments. Jean turned back towards his mom, putting on what you both knew to be a fake smile as she handed you both your plates.

He continued as if everything was great, not even mentioning his wish yet again and you sat there merely playing along as you talked to his mother about what you guys had been up to lately and how your family was doing. Your stomach hurt and for some reason you felt guilty for making Jean upset on his special day, but you still had no clue what you said to have earned such a reaction from him.

After you finally forced down the last of your cake, you and Jean excused yourselves to go upstairs to his room for a bit. You both walked in silence up the stairs instead of running up hand in hand, giggling like the children you were. The silence was unbearable, casting an uncomfortable feeling throughout your entire body. 

He twisted the door knob to his room and you walked right in, fast with each step as you turned around to face him once he closed the door behind himself.

You opened your mouth to speak, but he beat you to it. “What the hell do you mean you're joining the scouts next year?”

He’s mad about that? You’d mentioned it before, you knew you had. “I’ve told you before, you’ve known this, Jean.” It almost came out sounding like a plea, begging him not to be upset.

Your heart hurt in your chest as he raised his voice at you. He never acted like this. The way he paced around his room, running his hands through his hair aggressively as he huffed was a direct contrast to the usual delicate and kind boy you knew.

“I thought you were joking, not actually serious. You’re gonna die out there, have you paid any attention to how many scouts leave and how little come back?” He quickly walked toward you again, taking your wrists into both of his hands. “I’ve told you that I’m gonna take you and Mom to the interior, you don’t need to go out there and die on me!”

You couldn’t look at him as the tears began to fall down both his and your cheeks. His grip on your wrist tightened and he kept on rambling about how you just can’t go. A sob escaped your throat as your gaze remained on the floor, staring intently at anything besides his face.

“Jean,” your voice didn’t want to work, you struggled to even make out his name, “I have to. I can’t sit here and live like this my entire life, knowing that I could at least just do something, anything.”

You couldn’t even fathom trying to speak anymore, as your body was taken over with emotion crashing through it. You were scared to death of dying out there, you knew that it was a possibility, but the idea of just sitting inside the walls terrified that you too would be eaten by those heinous creatures just like the people in Shiganshina last year. You fell to your knees as you sob, hands pressed against your face while your eyes are screwed shut.

Jean rushed to hold you in his arms, falling to the ground himself not even a second after you did. His anger and fear left his body in an instant once he saw how distraught you were, the way you looked at him made him feel disgusted at himself for yelling at you; ashamed of the way he let his own concern for you add to the hurt you already had felt. His memory flashed back to the day after the titans made it into Shiganshina, how you showed up at his door with an eerily blank expression. Your eyes that typically shined, so full of life, had grown dull and void of any emotion. You reached out to him and he took your trembling hands into his to guide you to his room. He recalled the way you shuddered against him when you sat next to him on the bed, heart shattering when he felt his shirt become drenched with your tears. That was the first time Jean had seen you in a state like this, and he was the reason behind it. 

The fall of wall Maria had taken a toll on you, the realization that the walls aren’t as safe as you had thought them to be. Everyday could be your last and not only that, but any day could be Jean's last, your mother’s last, anyone else you cared about’s last. All because of the giant, man-eating monsters that drove humanity behind the walls in the first place. Jean knew this, he knew it better than anyone else. Seeing you terrified beyond belief last year made him so angry at the world, pissed off that it dared to hurt you like this. So many days and nights spent holding you as you cried, tearing his heart in two every single time. The only thing he could think of to guarantee your safety was to join the military police and take you with him. He had thought that you could finally feel safe again once he would take you there. He still thought that despite your feeble attempt at explaining why you wanted to join the scouts, the only thing you needed right now was comfort.

He sat there in the middle of his room, arms wrapped around you with your face buried in his chest for what felt like hours. He even let a few tears stream down his cheeks as he whispered apologies to you while you calmed down.

“M’sorry, I just,” He paused to think of how he wanted to word his thoughts, “I just want to protect you, you’re my best friend. I got all freaked out thinking about you going out there, and took it out on you. We can talk about this another day. I hate making you cry.”

You pulled your face away from his shirt to look up at him before you wiped away your tears with your hand, “It’s okay, really. I’m sorry too. I’m sitting here crying like a baby on your birthday.”

He laughed at you, as he saw no reason for your apology. In an attempt to lighten the mood, he pulled away from the embrace. “I’m the only one who should be apologizing,” He flicked your forehead, which earned a giggle from you, “Dummy.”

[zenins]

when you're feelin' low I'll be there too.

pairing Jean Kirstein x gn! reader

genre/warnings: modern au, comfort, established relationship, hints of poor mental health.

summery: the world is heavy and jean is a sweet boyfriend.

wc: 1.6k

a/n: life's been wild and I've been thinking about him and thank you for beta reading; @venusinfurrxxx @nishinoyawn

Slowly opening your eyes, you realize it's morning, again. Shifting to your body to the other side of the bed, you reach over to grab your phone to check the time. Your phone screen shines back at you harshly in the dimly lit room once you hit the power button. With the clock only reading eight-forty-five you let out a small sigh and you drop your phone right back down into the sheets while lifting the covers higher over your head. You turn back around on your other side that's facing the wall. It's still a little early, so you make the decision to sleep a little longer.

This time when you wake up it's noon and you throw your phone back over to the other side of your bed and you settle your head back down into your pillow once more. Before you start to nod off again you can feel the dread already bubbling up inside you, and you let out an annoyed groan not ready to face today or even tomorrow. You just want to sleep, and nothing more.

Last time you checked your phone you only read the time but what you didn't see in your drowsy state was the little notification box just below. It was a text message, a text message from Jean;

["Hey babe! I'm coming over after work, I get off at 3:00pm 💕." — sent 9:28 am]

Some hours have passed, and 3:50pm finally rolled around. The slam of your front door could be heard along with the jingling of keys, a shuffling of footsteps and rustling of plastic bags. Usually that indicated that Jean was here. His footsteps are pretty recognizable and he's also the only one who has a spare key to your apartment.

When he came through the door, he didn't see you in your usual spot on the couch watching TV or in the kitchen making lunch. With that knowledge he reckons that you must be in your room then. It's been a couple weeks since the last time you two had seen each other; Jean lives on campus which is a thirty minute drive from your apartment and he works a 9-5 job when he's not in class or doing homework. After setting the bags down on the kitchen counter he makes a bee-line towards your door.

"Hey y/n-.." Before he could finish announcing his presence, Jean notices your sleeping form, making him swallow back his words. The blinds were still closed, clothes sprawled all over the floor, some trash lay around too, either wrappers or tissues, the doors of your dresser remained open and on top of it were different types of dishes stacked that were threatening to fall onto the floor.

Jean exhaled softly as he took in everything before slowly stepping between piles on the floor towards your figure, taking the seat on the edge of your bed.

"Babe…" He starts to shake your shoulder lightly which makes you let out a whine and begin to stir at the sound of your boyfriend's gentle whispers. He releases a quiet chuckle before trying again, shaking your shoulder a little harder this time but not too rough."Love, It's me Jean, wake up."

You turn over towards the side of the bed where Jean sat, and finally after your eyes have adjusted to the light you notice your boyfriend at the end of your bed.

Your eyes widen, and you sit up a little straighter in bed, rubbing your eyes furiously.

"Why didn't you tell me you were coming."

Jean stares at you, concerned. He was smiling, happy to see you, but his eyes say it all as he continues to watch.

"Guessing that you haven't seen my text huh.."

You furrow your brows at him and start to frantically feel for your phone inside the blankets. 4:00 pm is what your phone says and right under the time shows Jean's unread text from earlier. You drop your face in your hands instantly, forgetting about the device all together and inhale a shaky breath. "I'm sorry,.."

"You have nothing to be sorry for." Jean scoots closer to you on the bed and puts a comforting hand on top of yours, the ones still covering your face.

Hot tears start to roll down your face as you realize that he saw everything. You try to swallow the lump that scratches inside your throat while you make an attempt to speak clearly but your own voice deceives you and it cracks. "Everything's a mess, I'm a mess..It's gross Jean."

He crawls over to you, now sitting next to you with back leaned up against the headboard and pulls you close to him lifting you into his lap. Jean snakes his arms around your waist and holds you tightly while he begins to rock back and forth. Leaning his forehead on the top of your head he presses a kiss in your hair and you lean deeper into his touch by laying your back more against his chest as he starts to mumble sweet reassurances to drown out your quiet sobs and hiccups.

After a few minutes, your tears finally give out and you inhale deeply trying to catch your breath.The moment is now still with only the sound of your breathing and the soft movement of Jean still gently rocking you back and forth.

"How about a nice warm shower, hm?" You nod your head at his suggestion but don't make any indication of moving out of his lap anytime soon.

Another silence follows but this time your stomach decided to break the sound barrier with a loud gurgling, almost as if a whale was living inside your stomach. Jean tried hiding a smile from the sudden interruption but you could hear it in his voice when he spoke again "and then after we'll eat since I already brought over your favorite."

Jean lifts you from his lap and gets to standing on his feet in front of you offering his hand "C'mon, I'll get the water running and get you a towel and some fresh clothes." You continue to not say anything, and grab his hand. Jean pulls you up from the mattress and starts to lead you to the bathroom. Once inside he instructs you to sit on the toilet, and undress while he gets the water running. "Waters ready, now wash up and I'll be right back, okay?" He says before leaving the bathroom and pecking your cheek quickly on the way out.

Forty-five minutes passed since he left you to shower, and half of that time was spent sitting on the shower floor, letting water pelt your back and soak your hair. It did feel nice though, the warmth of the water consuming your body, and the scents from your shampoo and conditioner filling up your senses as you scrubbed your scalp. It was relaxing.

With the water now turned off, you stood in the shower shivering from the lack of heat, so you peek your head out slightly from the curtain and call for your boyfriend. He comes quickly with a soft towel in his hands, and a set of comfortable clothes that came straight from the dryer.

When you walk out of the bathroom and back inside your bedroom you let out a small gasp noticing how the disaster that you'd call a room is now clean. Clothes that once covered your flooring are now sitting in the hamper, the few dishes that sat on your dresser nowhere in sight and the blinds are open, with the window slightly cracked. Jean must have noticed the small shock on your face and gently shoved the set of clothes he was carrying into your arms. He picked out an oversized black t-shirt,undergarments and some grey sweatpants for you to wear."Let's hurry, the foods getting cold."

You bite the inside of your cheek while Jean helps you put the sweats on, holding the leg holes open for you while you grab onto his shoulders to keep yourself steady so you don't fall over.

"You didn't have to do that.." you whisper, and Jean looks up at you, trying to catch your gaze with his and he smiles up at you.

"I didn't have to, but I wanted to." he said, matching your tone.

His response caught you off guard, a loss for words and Jean continues to guide your other leg through the last pant hole.

After your leg slips through the last bit of pants you pull him into a hug and tears start racing down your face again. Jean pulls you closer once more and you take the opportunity to bury your head into the crook of his neck since Jean was currently on his knees."I'm here for you always, you know that right?"

You sniffle in response and croak out a small "okay."

Jean kisses your stomach from the level he's at and the two of you stay in that position taking in one another as if it's just you, him and no one else in the world. Right now it's just him and you, with his hands resting on the small of your back, lightly tracing shapes into your clothed skin, and you,breathing in his scent.

"Love, as much as I love being on the floor, it's starting to hurt my knees," he complains, but his words are muffled from his face being pressed into your abdomen and he can feel your body vibrate from a giggle you were trying to suppress.

"Let's go eat, the food is probably cold by now." Jean slides up from the floor, pulling away from you to grab your hand, and starts to tug you in the direction of the living room where food sits out on the coffee table and a Studio Ghibli movie ready to play on the TV screen

ageless and blank blogs DNI

[hornyanimegirl]

it's the yamaguchi requester back for more >:3

could you write jean (aot) comforting the reader about their physical insecurities? like, reader is feeling down about themself for not fitting the beauty standard and jean's like "excuse me what?"

Beautiful

featuring . . . JEAN KIRSTEIN

includes . . . fluff and insecurities

notes . . . welcome back! i'm not a Jean simp so i really hope i got his personality right and this isn't bad. you didn't mention any specific physical insecurities so I didn't specify. i do hope you enjoy! <3

It’s hard to go around smiling as though you didn’t just have a mental breakdown in your room two seconds ago. 

It’s hard to act like everything was okay behind closed doors. 

It’s hard to accept the complements of  

“You’re so pretty” 

“You look so good” 

When you don’t believe them. 

It’s even harder to hide your insecurities from Jean. Your boyfriend who knows everything about you, and you know everything about him. 

You love him, you truly do. But there were times when he would flaunt you to Eren saying things like 

“Look how beautiful they are” 

“Your ugly ass could never find someone as gorgeous as them” 

Those words never made you feel better. You felt the need to live up to them, to those standards that Jean so highly talks about.  

You tried your best to be “beautiful” and “gorgeous” so your boyfriend wouldn’t be embarrassed when he introduced you to his friends. 

But the constant reminder in your head that you’re not as beautiful as the person Jean’s friend is holding by the waist puts even more pressure on you. 

It was too much, and your mask was slowly cracking, revealing to everyone how fake your smile was.  

Your exhaustion displayed itself on your face, but no one questioned it since your mood never declined. Still as happy as you usually are, acting as though you didn’t have prominent bags under your eyes. 

Your house was the only place you felt safe. There were no prying eyes or judgmental stares that made you feel less than other people. At home, you got to let loose and look as tired and as “ugly” as you pleased. 

It was Saturday, and you were relaxing after a long week of work. You hadn’t changed out of your pj’s, and you didn’t take the time to do your hair. You weren’t expecting visitors, so you didn’t get ready at all. Sitting in the living room binge watching one of your favorite shows.  

A knock came from the door, and you didn’t think anything of it, probably just a package that you ordered. But when you look through the peep hole and see your boyfriend instead your anxiety spikes. 

A squeal of surprise escaped your lips, and due to your apartment having thin walls, your boyfriend heard it clearly. 

His knocking became frantic, thinking you were hurt. 

“What’s going on in there, are you ok” 

Your boyfriend's worried voice breaks your heart, and you knew you would have to open the door.  

Opening the door, you come face to face with Jean. 

You note how out of breath he was, sweat trickling down his forehead, and his hands in a fist ready to knock on the door again. 

Jean noticed the bags under your eyes and the way your shoulders slouched with exhaustion. 

Before you could even get a word out Jean had already pulled you into his arms and closed the door. 

“Are you ok” 

To say you were shocked by the question was an understatement. People had always asked you questions like “how are you”, so why did this question bring tears to your eyes? 

Was it because you really weren’t, ok? 

Lost in your thoughts you didn’t realize you had cuddled into Jean’s chest, sobbing. 

“What’s wrong love, you can tell me” 

You felt pathetic. Were you downright sobbing because you didn’t like the way you looked? 

“I hate my body ok; I feel so suffocated trying to be beautiful for you. I just don’t want you to be embarrassed of me” 

Your cries had died down into small hiccups, Jeans hand rubbing up and down you're back calming you down. 

“Me embarrassed of you?” 

His laugh of disbelief caused a smile to adorn your face. His way of always making you smile even in the most serious of moments was one of the many reasons you fell in love with him. 

“I should be the one you’re embarrassed about sweetheart. I know you don’t think you’re beautiful, but you are. To me you’re the most beautiful person in the world” 

His words soothed your worries.  

For the first time, you acknowledged that it was okay to feel the way you did about your body. And now you don’t have to go through it alone. You would have your boyfriend by your side to always reassure you that you were his everything. 

“Your looks are not the only reason I love you. It's your personality, your looks are just a plus” 

He smiled down at you, and you smiled back. 

You both shared a loving kiss, lips moving slowly and passionately.  

“You know I love you right” 

His words were sincere as he gazed down at you. 

“I know Jean, and I do too” 

His lips upturned into a bright smile at your answer, kissing you one last time on the forehead before he dragged you to sit on the couch. 

“Good! Now let's watch some movies” 

[i6eyes]

%% jean kirstein bf hcs !!

pt 2

contains: sfw and nsfw, implied fem!reader (no y/n), established relationship, soft jean teehee, jean’s horse cawk, nothing too graphic tbh

— who knew a fucking stallion will be the one who's going to bring me back from the dead .

sfw

omg omg he's soo tall right

definitely puts his arms around your shoulder, and kisses u on your temple or forehead too

the sweetest !! i feel like he would be so so attentive to u

oooh u did a double take at the dress u guys walked passed by earlier in the mall? woah it's suddenly in ur bed the next day !! :OO

he's a nice cook ! can cook but the best, his expertise are mostly breakfast foods but he can cook you lunch and dinner as long as he has a recipe

oh he'd be absolutely smitten !!!! i luv big scary men being total sweethearts to their s/o

if ur trying some shoes, he'd be the one to do all of the work ! he'd kneel down, take off your shoes, puts on what you chose on you, will be the who's going to take it off too, then will tie or buckle your shoes up for you

or or or, he'd be out alone and he passes by this little store filled with trinkets and stuff. safe to say, he walked out of the store with a silly little keychain he knew you'd like

^^ one of his love language is acts of service

he loves spending time with you. specially the moments where you two just chill and share some occasional kisses here and there

his favorite thing to do is have you lay on top of him while he's laying down and make you talk about your day !! he'd play with your hair and caress your nape and back while you do so :((

he's obviously attractive, but he doesn't know how much

there's so many simple things that he makes attractive

his attentiveness. you'd be in the grocery then he'd suddenly disappear for a while, only for him to come back with arms full of chips and snacks. "these are your favorites, right?" he said while dumping them in the cart, not even waiting for your answer.

oddly specific but the way he leans on every door way. you know the thing where people place their hands on top of a doorway? that, but he subconsciously does it everywhere. omg imagine he fetches you from your house for a date and the moment you open your door, boom! there's jean, towering you with a smile on his face.

he knows how to slow dance, like the ones in the movies where the main characters would suddenly dance in their living room, to which, he did with you!

slow dancing in the living room with jean :(

if you're still in school and he sees you struggling with a subject or school work, he'd help you as soon as he could, specially if it's something he already learned before. but! if that's not the case, he'd take his time to learn what you're having problems with and try to come up with an explanation to make you understand better

he's so lame (affectionate)

nsfw

oh boy

he's not the stallion for nothing

easily one of the biggest cock in the aot verse

usually, i'd be realistic when it comes to sizes, but jean is at 7-8 inches.

hhhhhhgggh, king of dick prints. he's naturally big even when soft, about 5 to 5.5 maybe. < he's a grower

he's such a big man, his proportions are perfect, of course he needs a big fucking cock to go along with it

he keeps his happy trail no matter what happens. he knows it's attractive and knows that you love seeing it on him

^^ up to you whether you want him to shave or trim, he's fine with anything as long as he keeps his happy trail

wide athletic shoulders that he puts your legs at while he's eating you out our splitting you open with his cock

this man's proportions are actually making me insane i don't know how to put my thoughts into words anymore

his hands are big, but not huge or ginormous. it's pretty and rough looking at the same time. his fingers are longer than most men's but are thick enough like the ones most are familiar with when thinking about a man's hand.

his nape is sensitive, simple touches like brushing his hair back will make him shiver. hickeys also show more easily on his neck, just suck on it lightly and there's already a blooming red mark left in its wake.

oh my god, touch his torso or the bottom of his stomach (ehem, close or at his happy trail) and he's gone. it's starting to become an actual problem because there would be completely innocent moments where you touch those places because you need to get pass by him and he'd just suddenly pop a boner on the spot.

*taps mic* soft dom

he absolutely loves praising you, it's an unconscious thing he does

you'd be on your knees, sucking in his cock on your mouth as much as you could, and he'd groan while keeping your hair out of your face using a hand while the other caresses your cheek, wiping away the tears that lay there.

^^ "there we go, knew you could do it.", "fuckin' natural at it.", "think you could take me a little deeper? uh huh? yeah that's my good girl."

im in shambles

he's SOOOOO good with his fingers my GOD.

he knows what it takes to make you cum with his fingers, he has an actual technique it's crazyyy. doesn't prioritize in making it fast or hard or whatever, whether you like it like that or slow, he will follow his own lead on what he thinks will make you feel spineless.

knows the fingers inside you, palm on your clit thing. has made you squirt using it on multiple occasions

while he adores missionary because he loves seeing your face and folding you in half with your legs beside your ears, doing it doggy will always make him carnal

he has a thing for your backkk. he'd grab the one side of your shoulder while he's hitting it from the back, sometimes he'd bruise your hips with his grip instead

will slap your ass. not really in a sub/dom dynamic. he just likes the way he sees his handprint on your ass while you're writhing beneath him

stroke game is unmatched !!!!!!!!!

he doesn't rely on his size alone, this bitch is actually prepared and knows his shit y'all

even if he doesn't or can't push all of him in, he'd work with what he's able to put inside you and god does he do it well

during missionary, expect him to put a pillow under your hips despite his size and knowledge. he want to make you feel the best at any given time

while he doesn't mind if you're a loud moaner or what, he LOVES hearing you whine.

if you're a whiner, boy is it a good time to be ALIVEEEEEE

he founds it so cute and hot <3

[rissouu]

Hi, how’s your morning/afternoon/evening going so far? Can we get some plug Jean text messages? 🫣

hi babyyyy it’s going okay, and yours!?

[yourlocaltrashcan657]

~| Levi Ackerman x Reader |~

A/N: This was inspired by a Tumblr Post I saw which got deleted 😭

“Look at that ass.” Reiner mumbled as he looked towards the shorter girl in the dining hall.

”You’re not talking about Y/N are you? She’s a bit older than us from what I heard.” Jean muttered as he placed boxes of food down.

”If I had to guess, she’s in her early 20s. Maximum.” Connie said as he looked at the beautiful girl.

”I got a chance then.” Reiner said as he smirked mischievously and crossed his arms over his chest, still staring at the girl in the distance.

“Reiner, you’re so different from the older brother figure when you say stuff like this..” Armin mentioned, getting Reiner to turn his head to him, a shocked expression spread across his face.

”I don’t blame you for saying that though, she does have nice uhm boobs too.” Connie admitted as everyone looked at him, shocked.

”H-have some respect you guys! That’s a female you’re talking about..” Armin stuttered as he looked at Y/N, talking to Petra.

”She’s got good thighs.” Jean simply said, ignoring Armin’s comment and smirking straight after he stared at them.

”Armin is right you guys. Y/N may be pretty but you shouldn’t stare at a woman like that!” Eren said as he gripped the broom he held in his hand.

”What a hypocrite you are Eren! You say that like you don’t look up and down at her all the time.” Jean yelled, Erens face going red from embarrassment. “You really think no one sees?!”

”S-shut up Horse Face!” Eren shouted. “And I do not!”

”You g-guys should quieten d-down!” Bertolt interrupted as he tried breaking up the small argument. Looking up, they all saw Y/N glancing at the scene before them along with Petra. “S-she’s staring..”

Quickly waving at the group, Y/N awkwardly smiled before rushing away with Petra to the training ground. Blushing red, the boys began somewhat celebrating the small interaction with her.

”S-she smiled at me.!” Bertolt said as his face was flushed dark red.

”Bertolt don’t lie! She obviously saw how amazing I was at challenging Eren me ran away after she took a glimpse of me!” Jean exclaimed.

”Like hell! She probably ran away after seeing you horse face! She waved at me since I’m in the same squad as her.” Eren shouted.

”She looked so hot.” Connie said as he stood still, his face tinted pink.

”Did you see the way her body swayed as she left.?! I’m gonna marry her.” Reiner muttered to himself, which Armin heard.

”S-she was probably t-trying to be nice you guys!” Armin explained as he covered his bright red face.

“Oi.” A voice called out from behind them. Turning around, the emotion from their faces washed out as they met eyes with Captain Levi.

”C-captain!” Eren stuttered as he stood tall and saluted to Levi. “Do you need anything.?”

”Your cleaning is shitty as always. We have another experiment ready for you to do, so come with me.” Levi said bluntly as he walked forward.

”Will the Squad be their.?!” Eren asked enthusiastically, stopping the Captain is his tracks.

”Yes.” Levi grumbled, not wanting to turn back to see Eren sticking out his tongue at the other boys, but soon spoke up. “Y/N won’t be their since she’s busy helping with paperwork, Hange will be in her place.”

“Hah!” Jean exclaimed before zipping shut and allowing the Captain to leave.

”Dammit.” Eren muttered as he headed towards the hallway, leaving his guy friends alone. “Hange replaced with Y/N too..”

”She’s doing paperwork huh?” Reiner asked as he smirked again. “I’ll just walk by and y’know, ask if she needs help.”

”Reiner no.”  Connie grumbled as he held onto his leg as if it would stop him. “PLEASE! WE’LL SPLIT THE TIME! I BEG YOU.”

”You guys, that’s an invasion of privacy.!” Bertolt said as he follows after them, coming up with excuses to stop them from bothering Y/N.

”Reiner you damn bastard. Thinking you can allow yourself to do that to a woman!” Jean argued as he followed after them.

”You guys! We have actual chores to do y’know!” Armin said before running after the group. Meanwhile, Levi stood behind a large pillar listening to what they all had said. Even before he had stepped in, he listened in from the hallway right beside them. 

None of them ended up hanging out with Y/N.

.

.

.

Weeks went by and each and every one of the newer recruits got to know Y/N and talk to her more, to which the other cadets seemed to sigh at or shake their heads. Some of the recruits even receiving compliments and nicknames made them think they had a chance.

”Y/N is allowed to sit with higher ups?” Armin asked confused as most of the newer recruits turned to see her. Y/N sat between Hange and Levi, Erwin’s seat being empty due to an overload of work. Mike sat down in front of the trio before zoning out once Hange talked about Titans.

”She must be a highly skilled soldier then, she gets to sit with her Captain too.” Connie suggested before munching on his stale bread.

“Hey Levi, can I go sit with Petra.?” Y/N whispered subtly.

”….” Levi thought as he looked at his Squads table. “No. Too many guys.”

”Please! I’ll only talk to Petra when I’m there.” Y/N promised. Levi nodded before sipping on his tea, Y/N got up before strolling towards the Squad. Most of the new recruits and some of the older ones stared as she walked over to the distant table and sat down beside the short haired girl.

”These new recruits never know yet still try and make a move.” Mike mumbled to Levi as he watched Erwin walk in. “Surprised it doesn’t piss you off every time.”

”Trust me Moustache, you don’t know what to feel.” Levi grumbled as he sipped on his drink moodily.

“Good Afternoon. What're we discussing?” Erwin asked as he sat down beside Mike.

”We’re talking about the new recruits and Y/N.” Hange giggled before stifling her laugh. “Not to mention Levi being jealous.”

”I’m not jealous.” Levi bluntly said.

”Doesnt she call those new recruits nicknames?” Hange teased. “I don’t think I’ve heard her ever say anything like the names she calls them.”

”She doesn’t need to, we already have trust with one another. Besides, ‘Levi’ is enough.” Levi answered, still curious on what the other nicknames Y/N called the newer recruits.

Eren made sure to sit at a good distance from Y/N but still close enough to her, Eld and Gunther talked together and stopped Oluo from trying to make a move on you. Meanwhile back at the newer and much louder recruits table, Reiner and Connie began arguing along with Jean talking some nonsense whilst Armin and Bertolt tried calling them all down. 

“I clearly have a better chance with Y/N. You’re a horse-face in case you didn’t know!” Connie said as he looked at Jean.

”And you’re bald, what’s she gonna do with that bald head you got? Use it as a deodorant?” Jean angrily exclaimed.

”You guys really need to stop yelling..” Armin whispered to the duo.

”Yeah, yelling nonsense.” Reiner muttered. “Eren sitting next to Y/N, puckering up to her. Besides I have the best nickname so that means Y/N likes me best.”

”What’s your nickname then huh?!” Connie asked.

”You don’t need to know that, what happens with me and Y/N stays between us. That’s loyalty.” Reiner snickered.

”Calm down meathead. Y/N calls me the Great Stallion!” Jean said smugly.

”Only because Y/N was being nice to you. You really do have a horse-face.” Connie argued.

”You guys! Stop arguing, other cadets are getting annoyed.. especially the veterans.” Bertolt whispered shyly.

”Shut your mouth Mr Shy smile!” Connie said angrily, causing Bertolt to blush dark shades of red.

”Man those new recruits sure are noisy..” Nanaba muttered to Gelgar.

”I’m just glad one of them hasn’t said something too stupid yet.” Gelgar replied before chuckling.

”I’m just saying, I think I could take Y/N to the beds first and I’d be the best.” Reiner said confidently, loud enough for Levi to hear.

The cup in Levi’s hand had cracked as soon as the words left Reiner’s mouth, Erwin kept his calm posture however deep inside he was startled by the comment. Hange was close to balling her eyes off, whilst Mike had smirked.

”Never mind.” Gelgar muttered as he kept his head down.

”We spoke too soon.. Levi’s not going to take that right?” Nanaba asked quietly as she looked over at Levi’s table. All of a sudden, Levi stood up and walked over to his Squads table, heading towards Y/N. 

“Captain, is there something you need-“ Y/N began to say. Very quickly Levi kissed her temple before grabbing her hand and kissing her knuckles too, in front of the Survey Corps.

”I’m going to do my paperwork.” Levi bluntly said as he tried dragging her off. “Let’s go.”

”O-okay.” Y/N stuttered before strolling away with Levi, smiling at his confidence. Meanwhile the whole of Mess Hall was quiet as they stared at the doors that the duo left in.

”She’s dating Captain Levi?!” Connie exclaimed, quickly breaking the silence.

”Isn’t he a lot older than Y/N? He’s like 35 and she’s probably 17!” Jean yelled, confused.

”She’s isn’t 17, who told you guys that?!” Eld asked from the distance. “Y/N is the same age as Captain Levi y’know!”

”WHAT?!” Eren exclaimed as he stood up, shocked at the announcement.

”Yeah! And she’s not dating Levi, she’s been married to him for the past… 7 years?” Petra said as she began pondering at the thought of their marriage length.

”God fucking dammit. All of the hot ones are always taken.” Reiner muttered as he slumped in his seat unhappily.

[jeankirsteinsgrlfrnd]

NSFW AoT boys x reader and how they would respond to trying “No Nut November”

no nut november

ft: eren, connie, levi, jean, erwin, porco, zeke, armin

cw: smut ? but it’s pretty tame- not really descriptive

18+ MDNI NSFW

eren thinks no nut november is stupid and a made up thing meant to make virgins feel better about themselves. he doesn’t care about participating it in it. especially when he has you. eren doesn’t make it past the first day of november without tearing your clothes off and finishing inside of you.

connie’s pretty into no not november- mainly because of destroy dick december. despite being a yearly player, he never makes it through the month successfully. what fails him this year is you in a pair of black leggings- he can’t help it. he begs you to let him fuck you and you give in, november claiming yet another loser.

when you brought the idea up to levi, he scoffed. he thinks it’s the most ridiculous thing in the world and he won’t be partaking. he’s going to fuck you whenever and wherever if you’ll let him. he cuts the conversation short by pulling you onto his lap, mumbling something like “i’d fail over and over when it comes to you” into your ear.

jean insists that no nut november is easy, that you just have to have control. and he claims he does. he does pretty good for the first week, you’ll give him that. determined to make him fail, you start sleeping in just a small shirt and underwear. jean cant stand your teasing anymore and decides to fuck you raw after a particularly tough day, november claiming another victim.

erwin takes it a little too seriously. he’s never heard of it until you brought it up to him the other day. interested, he decides to partake in it. and he fucking exceeds, much to your dismay. but as soon as december strikes, he doesn’t waste a minute more. he rams into you for hours with an ungodly amount of stamina for someone who was just practicing abstinence.

zeke thinks it’s a fun idea, as long as you join him in it. thinking it’ll be easy, you agree. turns out you both spend the entirety of november teasing the fuck out of each other, each being too stubborn to lose. zeke makes it a week before he’s quite literally on his knees begging you to get him off.

armin would like to try it. he doesn’t make you participate. he just does it to see how strong-willed he is. but that doesn’t stop him from getting you off. not being able to cum means not being able to fuck you, and he can’t stand it. so he eats you and fingers you daily, making sure you’re getting off. he can’t keep his hands to himself.

porco’s too confident in his ability to make it through the month. it’s all fun and games until he wakes up in the middle of the night with a throbbing boner. not thinking, he gently wakes you up and you two wind up having sex. it’s not until you’re cuddling after does he realize that he’s just lost.

reiner says fuck that. he won’t be participating. he hates the idea so much. you’re his girlfriend and if he wants to fuck you, he will. just for the hell of it, he pushes you up against a wall everyday, slamming you full of his cum. if this is no nut november, you’d hate to see destroy dick december. or love it.

bertholdt wants to partake in it for the ‘nostalgia’ of it all. but ultimately, he caves in because the desire for you is too great. you make him fail by wearing a low cut shirt and nonchalantly bending over to grab something, revealing too much cleavage. you wind up on your knees with his fingers in your hair.

please check out my jean fic 🤍

[ohimsummer]

jean + “i’ve been worried sick! where the hell were you!?”

a/n: not proofread (yet) <3

The worried thoughts that clouded your mind last night have carried over into the morning. Your body aches, and concern of your boyfriend’s whereabouts dive to the forefront of your brain. Through your drowsy state, your arm flails around in search of the cellphone somewhere on your desk.

You almost jump out of your skin when a pair of arms wrap around your waist. The scent of alcohol meets your nose immediately and you crane your neck to check behind you. Jean lays there, still half asleep. It pisses you off.

“Hey!”, you iron-grip your pillow and slam it into him until he’s bolting upright.”Get your ass up, Jean!”

The soft beating wakes him right up. His head is dizzy from last night’s hangover, and the forceful hits of the pillow and your sudden shouting make the headache worse. ”Y/N! Y/N, chill, what are you doing?”

“What am I doing?”, you snap back at him.”You went out yesterday and didn’t answer my texts or calls all night! I was worried sick! Where the hell were you?”

It takes Jean a second to process your question.”Hold on, baby, just give me a second. I-I can explain it to you.” His words are slurred with sleep as he rubs the grogginess from his eyes, leaning over to loll his head onto your shoulder. You let him, but you’re still pissed off and awaiting Jean’s explanation. 

“Okay,” he starts,”We partied for a while last night. I got your first text and got distracted mid-reply before I could answer.” Jean’s unlocking his phone, and he holds it over to you so you can see the half-written response he never got to send.”Totally forgot about it, baby, I’m so sorry. Then Jaeger wanted to go for a drive through the country and we ended up stopping by Connie’s folks’ house where there was no service.”

He sets the phone down and looks up at you.”By the time I got home, I was exhausted, just wanted to come lay down next to you and go to sleep. I’m sorry for worrying you, princess.” Jean wraps an arm around your waist and pulls you closer to him. You can feel the tension in your body release. 

“Fine.”You answer him as your anger leaves you.”I’m just glad you’re alright, Jean, don’t scare me like that again.”

Jean is drifting back down towards the pillows and pulling you with him. You relax in the tight hold of his arms, lids fluttering closed to finally get a good rest. Your boyfriend presses a kiss to your temple, his stubble ticking your skin.”Of course not. Never again, baby.”

[arlerts-angel]

hello mack! congrats on 500 followers you deserve it sm🫶 I literally eat up all your aot works they’re so good omg ok anyway here’s some stuff for the event :D

I’m an ambivert and kinda on the quiet side but if we’re friends i’m loud and crazy af HSHSHJ also I study design and love art in general. also i’m very family oriented! idm anyone from aot so have fun with mine hehe🤍

thank you sm aquie 😭🤍 i'm sorry this is late i was very tired last night 😭

i'm pairing you with: 𝑱𝑬𝑨𝑵 𝑲𝑰𝑹𝑺𝑻𝑬𝑰𝑵 .ᐟ

bringing in the new year doing what you both do best: being creative. being each other's muse and canvas. taking cute artsy pictures outside together, watching the fireworks from the prettiest view. jean would argue his view is prettier — watching you look at the rainbow of colors decorating the sky. you count down together and kiss softly at midnight.

[linalieana]

BAJI KEISUKE, itadori yuji, kisaki tetta, kaminari denki, prob jean kirschtein, connie springer, sasha braus, nishinoya yuu, tanaka, hinata shoyo + ur favs <3

ctto <3 n i can't believe the other one kinda blew up aaaa thank u so so so much, it motivates me to do more <3 luv u much 🫶🏻

[90ekz]

do you think you could write hcs of jean with a softspoken gf? nobody writes for him fr it’s so sad

an! i love jean and this concept anon ! im a soft spoken girl myself so this really hits home 🥹 i hope you enjoy!!

jean as your boyfriend <3

SFW

when you two first started dated, jean was convinced that he hit the lottery. you were everything he ever wanted and he loved a girl that kept to herself.

jean sometimes takes you to wing houses & burger joints and watches with a huge smile as you try to order your food against the chaos of the other people conversing around you. you weren’t the biggest fan of having to yell in public, but you tried your best, and his heart melts everytime.

when you first met him at connie’s house warming party, you bumped into him, spilling the contents of your cup onto his white button up. jean had turned beet red as you stood on your tippy toes to whisper a hurried apology into his ear over the sound of the blaring music, while rushing to go get paper towels.

his favorite thing about you is how attentively you listen. it doesn’t matter what he’s talking about, you’ll be making eye contact and nodding along to whatever he has to say.

gets irritated with you during arguments, because you well… don’t engage. he could be giving a verbal, ten page, double spaced paper about how irritated he is with you, and you’ll just look at him like you’re bored.

“all i’m saying is that you don’t have to get aggressive with me over this. yes, i was at armin’s late and didn’t say anything, but i’ll tell you next time, okay? i’m sorry.” “okay.” “i said sorry, damn! stop yelling!”

you aren’t the biggest fan of confrontation, but he is. connect the dots yourself.

“SHE SAID NO GODDAMN TOMATO!” “it’s fine, i can just take them off—“ “not now, baby. gimme a sec, okay? anyway, FIX HER FUCKING BURGER!”

the two of you communicate so silently that it freaks your friends the hell out. when you want to go home, when you’re tired, when he’s needy, when he’s irritated? easy, simple eye contact will send you or him springing into action to fix the problem.

you may be quiet, but you love to laugh. jean doesn’t think he can think of anything more angelic-sounding than the sound of your genuine laughter, only for him.

jean had to learn how to be more tender when doing daily tasks. he was so used to slamming doors and stomping up stairs that he didn’t remember to adjust that behavior when you moved in.

(the first week you moved in, he’d thrown open the door to your bedroom and felt his chest squeeze as you almost tumbled out of your desk chair. now he puts three gentle taps on every door when he needs to come in.)

physical touch fanatic. end of discussion.

NSFW

lemme tell you, this man takes it to heart when you try to hold in your moans. you’re a little embarrassed with how loud you get, but nothing turns jean on more.

“nuh uh, lemme hear you—need to hear how good i’m making you feel, princess..”

during your first time together, he’d almost cum in his pants at the mere sound of your loud groans bouncing off the walls.

loves when you pull his hair more than anything. he takes it as a sign to go harder, fuck you deeper, and he obliges everytime. his cock throbs harder each time you run your fingers through his loose curls.

about 5.7 inches roughly, but thick. his cock flares as it goes downward; the head being the slimmest part. giving him head is fun, you think.

jean has this weird little fixation with your neck. it doesn’t matter what position he has you in, he’ll have a hand—or his mouth—running across the skin of your throat. backshots? he’s got a hand pressing against your nape to keep you in place. missionary? he’s massaging his thumb over your throat so tenderly that it should be illegal. cowgirl? he’s squeezing the sides of your neck while whispering about how good of a girl you’re being for him. he’s pretty damn weird.

his favorite thing to do is eat you out. you deny it, but your voice shoots up a whole octave when he massages your gspot with his two fingers of choice as he suckles on your swollen clit.

utterly surprised at how much you talk during sex. it almost embarrasses him how much you beg, scream, and whine for him. a mixture of ‘please’s’ and ‘fuck’s being infused in his head for eternity.

“oouu—shit, you’re so fucking loud…”

presses down on your stomach to feel where he is so he can try and go deeper… yeah.

tries to fuck your throat hoarse just to hear your raspy voice for a few hours. you’re such a trooper, just sitting there and taking it for him, even if he laughs at you after.

“babe, i’m so sorry—hahaha!” “this isn’t funny, i sound like t-pain!” “I LIKE THE BARRRTENDERRR—ouch, im sorry, i said i’m sorry!”

aftercare god. he’ll spend hours taking care of you, washing your back in the tub, greasing your scalp, making you tea and cookies, the whole nine. this man loves you deep.

[hornyanimegirl]

Beautiful

featuring . . . JEAN KIRSTEIN

includes . . . fluff and insecurities

Single Dad

featuring . . . LEVI ACKERMAN

Warnings: death, tragedy, child birth, mentions of abortion, child neglection, PTSD, trauma, (will be updated as chapters come out)

(more coming soon)

[4ttack-ur-heart]

Jean Hc’s: Mf Whipped

Pairing: Jean x gn! reader modern au!

Warnings: none

Summary: Just jean not wanting to admit he’s a big softie when it comes to you.

Genre: fluff.

He’d never admit it to anyone, but Jean is the biggest softie when it comes to loving you.

Jean will absolutely hold your hand in public, kiss you, open the door for you, but he will never let anyone find out how much he’ll do for you.

Fuck, you wanna do a face mask at midnight? He’ll clip his hair back and have you apply it on him. You want to slow dance with him after watching a romcom movie? He’s there with his phone blasting pretty music. You need to talk to him after a bad day? Jean will leave his friends to make sure you’re taken care of.

He’s a simp.

But he tries to hide it.

It’s so funny when you catch on.

One day, you both were sitting at the park, hidden away from public eyes. Flowers littered around you both and you absentmindedly starting to pluck a few.

Jeans head was laying in your lap, arms crossed behind his head. His view was gazing at the clouds slowly passing by along, eyes darting to your face every few minutes with a longing smile.

“What are you doing?” He asked now with his eyes closed. He could feel your fingertips brushing along his hair every few moments and an extra weight of something being placed on him.

“Nothing, don’t move.”

Jean chuckled at your words, obviously amused in what you were doing.

After placing the last flower in his hair, you quickly snapped a picture on your phone before he noticed something was up.

“Can I look now?”

“Ugh, fine but don’t sit up.” You told him and he grabbed his phone and switched on his camera. A small smile gracing his features when he saw various amounts of little white daisies and yellow dandelions placed in his hair.

“You look so pretty.” You gushed and leaned down to kiss him.

Jean blushed a little and you had to resist the urge to tease him. His usual ‘strong man’ barrier always broke when it was just you two alone.

Jean poked at daisies before plucking one out of his hair and gently brushing your hair back and placing it behind your ear.

“There, now we both look pretty.”

————

A few days later, you were on the couch scrolling through your Instagram feed, liking your friends’ posts and commenting on a few.

Your notifications were piling in since you just posted a few pictures of some selfies you took, but the last one was something special.

“(Y/n)!” Jeans voice called through the apartment.

“Yeah?” You innocently looked up at him when he entered the room.

“Care to explain this, doll?”

Jean shoved his phone in your face and you had to blink a few times to clearly see.

A smirk grew on your face when you realized he found your special picture on the post you shared. Staring at the platform more, you realized Eren had reposted your post with the picture of Jean you had taken at the park.

The picture showed him laying down on your lap, his eyes closed and his lips were slightly parted. The little flowers in his hair were vibrant against his ashen brown locks and a small pink dust coated his cheeks from the sun. You also didn’t forget to capture the way his muscles were showing through his shirt as his arms were flexed behind his head.

You could see Eren had minimized your post on his story, the phrase ‘mf whipped fr 🤝’ in blocky letter captioned underneath the post.

A sudden laugh caught Jean off guard as he watched your reaction. You knew Eren supported your relationship to the max, but that doesn’t mean he still can’t tease Jean about it.

Looking at his face, Jean was trying to hide his amused face under a glare.

“Relax, my little flower.” You cooed in a baby voice and gently squeezed his face under your palms. “I was just showing the world how much I love you…unless you’d rather me take it down?” Your eyebrow rose as you pouted. You knew he’d never ask you to that.

He let out a soft sigh and locked his phone. “No, don’t take it down. But you owe me! I need to post another video of me working out.”

You playfully rolled your eyes as Jeans thoughts were rambling out loud.

“I’ll invite Eren to work out with me, yeah. Then when we post the video, it’ll be obvious I’m bigger than him. God damn, I’m a genius.”

Standing up, you gave him a soft peck on the cheek before walking to the bathroom.

“I’m gonna do a face mask right now, babe.”

“Wait for me!”

[honeybleed]

— ★ JUST A LITTLE WHILE // JEAN KIRSTEIN

content & warnings: comic book artist!jean, modern au, female reader, black-coded reader, established relationship, angst kinda but fluff, smut so mdni (breast play, vaginal fingering, oral, f. receiving)

author’s note: i always wanted to write sumn dat gives kdrama ost so lets hope this gave obashata 🏹 n i always complain i hate everythin i write for jean so i hope i don’t hate dis

word count: 2.5k

Jean's studio was an array of things.

One wall with comic book covers and vintage sci-fi posters, the other adorned with sketches, character studies and concept art.

Sat by the drafting table, which was scattered with pencils, inking pens, and a meticulously organised array of reference materials.

Sticky notes on the bookcases that practically groaned with the heavy weight of the collection of comic books, graphic novels, and rare editions, meticulously organised and catalogued.

With his hands on his head, Jean let out a deep sigh as the sketches lay in front of him on his desk.

Despite such a critical thing left to do, the only thing on his mind was you.

Things were slightly off, to say the least. With the upcoming finale of his series, Jean was more distant than ever. It had been a long six years.

Most comic book series span decades, but quite frankly he'd run out of steam.

This was a story he loved dearly, and the last thing he wanted was for it to get taken away by the publishing company and morph into something unrecognisable and soulless.

So he'd end it himself. And the pressure to create a satisfying conclusion was immense. He felt as if he was wading through a swamp of problems and sinking.

It had to honor the journey of the series, it needed to respect the investment of the audience and leave a lasting impression that resonated even after the final chapter.

It'd been three weeks since he began the finale saga and you were an understanding girlfriend.

You'd drop by once in a while to check if he ate or needed some fresh air or even some downtime away from it. In the first few days, it was alright and he obliged.

But later on, he just couldn't bring himself to even take a five-minute break. The constant barraging phone calls from the editors and staff made Jean struggle to even breathe sometimes.

He was overwhelmed. Everything was closing in on him, and as much as he gave his all it seemed like his integrity as a storyteller was slipping from his grasp.

Suddenly his ears pricked up at the sound of the keyhole of the front door jiggling and some footsteps as the door closed.

He’d been at the drafting table for hours, and he could feel it. Eyes strained and dry, neck and shoulders stiff and achy.

He made his way to the hallways where you were taking off your shoes to place on the rack as you gave him a small smile.

“Hi.” You chirped. “You good?”

“No.” He thought to himself.

“So-so.” He snorted as he stretched his arms with a groan.

Involuntarily your eyes settled on his rising black t-shirt, which showcased the sliver of skin of his pelvis and his happy trail.

“Pervert.” He snickered, humored at the fact you were shamelessly ogling him, as he grabbed the takeout bag from your hands and headed to the kitchen.

“Am not!” You snapped, following after him.

"Here...open this." Jean says as he averts his gaze, unable to meet your eyes pushing the envelope in your hands.

"Okay.." You respond with an uneasy laugh at his skittish behavior.

"Open it now." He says, a little demandingly.

"Jean, can't you see that's what I'm doing?" You snap, kissing your teeth.

Despite the bite in your tone, your teeth sank into your lower lip to stifle back a laugh. Jean with his towering figure acting like a shy toddler was amusing.

You grab a knife to tear open the top of the envelope and see a pristine white paper neatly folded. You made your way to slump on the dining chair as he stood, leaning against the marble countertop in your kitchen.

You unfolded it to see a drawing of a couple.

But surrounding the couple were six mini versions of the two of you.

In the middle, it was undeniably Jean, with his sandy brown mullet, upward-curved ends, stubble and goatee.

You giggled, as your finger traced along the drawing of him.

He was holding you, kissing your hand gently, and his other hand was firmly planted on your side in the illustration — then there was you. Rich brown skin, bouncy curls, plump lips and doe eyes.

Jean had done many drawings of you in the past but there was something more heartfelt about this particular art.

He could see your eyes were soft, filled with a glow while you gazed at the gift, as he watched you with bated breath.

Anxiety stirred in his stomach as he absentmindedly clenched his jaw, a habit of his when he was feeling uneasy.

You'd never bashed his art, on the contrary, you were probably one of the most supportive people in his career as a comic book artist, but there was always something nerve-wracking about pouring your heart into something for the person you love.

You were in awe of the powdery and soft art. The pastels had a warmth and gentleness, something that was rare in his artwork.

Jean who always fared better in bold lines and vibrant colors. Whose art was always praised for dynamic action scenes and expressive storytelling.

To picture the sheer intimacy of his hands spending time on this artwork, where you could feel the earnestness with the dreamlike lilacs and turquoises caused a tingling warmth to spread through your body.

"This is so...beautiful, Jean..." You finally mustered out, your voice barely a murmur earning a sheepish grin from him as he rubbed the nape of his neck.

“I know it’s tomorrow but…I just couldn’t wait.” He said. “But you really think so...?" He chuckled, but when he saw tears stream down your cheeks he immediately paused feeling his heart sink.

He hurriedly crouched in front of you as he cupped your cheeks, wiping the droplets with the pad of his thumb.

"Why are you cryin', huh?" He chuckled his voice soft but still with a hint of concern as he stroked your cheek. "I hope my drawings ain't that bad." He teased in an attempt to make you laugh.

"No, it’s lovely.” You mumbled. “I just thought you forgot.”

“Look, baby…I know I’ve been acting distant and grumpy lately but it’s not because of you.”

He paused, as he took in your features intently. You felt your stomach flutter as you met the soft, golden glimmers of his light brown eyes.

“It’s just this stupid comic causing me stress. So just promise me that you’ll always be by my side when I need you.” He said with a warm smile, as he pecked your lips and then pressed his forehead against yours.

“Will you promise me that?”

His tender tone stirred up feelings you haven’t felt in a long time.

A mixture of desire for him as your mind was fogged with his familiar warm, woody musk fused with the clean, crisp scent reminiscent of freshly washed linens.

And adoration as the hair on the nape of your neck began to rise. This all-consuming need to reach out and touch him properly. Feel his skin on yours, like you used to.

He called your name to drag you out of your daze.

“Yeah?” You quipped, trying to recompose yourself.

“Thought I’d lost you there, baby.” He chuckled as his sturdy palms and weathered pads of his fingers settled on the bare skin of your waist which made you jolt slightly, as he remained crouched in front of you.

“Promise?”

“Promise.” You affirmed as you slot your pouty lips against his own.

Pattering raindrops gently tapped on the windows as the both of you began to prepare for bed. It was a long time since you slept at similar time.

Jean made it a habit to fall asleep in the studio or even crash on the couch so as not to disturb your deep sleep, despite you chastising him.

He came out of the ensuite bathroom in your bedroom after a shower with a smile. Dried up and dressed for sleep.

As you sauntered up to him for a kiss you could still feel the heat from the hot water emitting from his flush skin, and smell the light citrus scent from the soap he used.

You reached a hand to rake your fingers through the ends of his tousled tawny hair, the droplets sliding down his collarbone.

He pulled you close against him as he gave you a cheeky grin.

“Close your eyes and don't open them until I tell you. Okay?” He said in a tone laced with jest.

You obliged fluttering your eyes closed, just happy he seemed to be returning to the mischievous nature of his you remember when you first met.

Jean meets your lips. This kiss is different to the quick pecks you’ve become accustomed to.

It’s almost as if this kiss won’t end. You feel yourself gasp slightly when he brings his tongue to your mouth. Softly tasting you.

His large hands grasp at you to pull you even more impossibly close as if you aren’t already flush against his firm and solid body.

“That kiss got you raring to go, huh baby?” Jean snickered to himself, a gleam in his eye.

Any time he could make you jump or make a noise, it stroked his ego immensely. One of his less favorable traits but he wore it well sometimes.

Rarely.

“Do you want more?” He murmured in your ear, breath tickling the shell as his voice became husky, which was quickly stirring arousal within you.

The deep baritone of his voice, the tingling of your lips after the wet and heavy kiss that left your lip a little swollen, and the overbearing proximity of him created a deep heat within your gut.

“I have a lot more to give.” He stated, voice firm.

“So do it.” You provoked, and within an instant, you were backing up on the bed until your back hit the headboard of the king-sized bed as Jean’s toned figure hovered over you.

The contrast between the rainy outdoors and the cosy glow indoors, with the dim bedside table lamp made things different.

Though the kisses were lust-filled and hungry at first, when he leaned in to meet your lips once again, the way his breathing was soft and shallow along with the way your eyelashes against each other's skin made it morph into something more sweet.

“Want this off..” He muttered as his tongue danced with yours, tugging at the satin, champagne-colored night dress.

“Jeez, be patient.” You tittered as you sat up from lying down to pull the garment over your head and discard it onto the carpet. “There.”

“Much better…” He chuckled, running his tongue over his lip as he gazed at your bare chest.

His hands began to roam across the soft skin of your body, then settled on your breast, kneading it gently and tweaking your nipple which made you gasp.

Your stomach turned again.

In the glow of the lamp, your boyfriend when aroused has an animalistic look in his eyes. Very rarely. It frightens you at first but also rouses something primitive within you.

He eagerly dived in to kiss you again, but you dodged the kiss. His eyes widened.

“Baby, what’s wrong? Did I do something wrong?” He stuttered, panicky.

“No…but you gotta strip too! Fuck you thought this was.” You giggled.

“Jeez, I was so wrapped up in what was goin’ on in here that I forgot. Alright.” He responded as he began to tug off his boxers, discarding them quickly.

Your eyes descended lower until you gazed upon Jean’s length.

“What’s the matter?” He asked a little sheepishly as he felt anxiety seep into him when you gazed at him wordlessly. “Guess I could use a little trim, mhm?”

“No, it’s fine..” You giggled. “It’s sexy, don’t worry.”

“You think so?” Jean grinned as he ran his hand over his stubbly chin. “Maybe I’ll go full 70s.”

“Jean, you’re sick.” You scoffed.

“I can be a lot worse…” He chuckled as he leaned in, to trail kisses along your soft skin.

“Is that so?” You teased.

“You pushin’ me?”

“Maybe.”

With a wicked grin, Jean slid lower on the bed to position himself between your thighs, prying them apart.

You’d been together a long time but the glistening arousal from Jean’s earlier teasing and ministrations that sheened in the low light made your cheeks heat up.

“I barely touched you, y’know.” He chuckled darkly as his eyes hungrily raked over your thighs and wet heat.

“Shut up!” You protested but were cut off with a squeak as Jean immediately delved between your thighs, wrapping his arms around them as he began to suck and lick at your folds.

“Jean…!” You gasped as he restricted you from squirming with his strength.

“I promise I’ll make you feel so good…” He muttered as his tongue began to take long and languid strokes, losing himself in your centre, drooling and moaning so loud it reverberated against you, which made you even more jumpy.

Your hands threaded his hair as you tugged, bucking your hips against his face. It spurred him on even more, and he slid one finger inside of your entrance, pumping slowly.

His jaw clenched and he groaned at the feeling of your gummy and plush walls, clenching and pulsating around his digits.

“Fuck…” He said with a low growl. “You’re so sensitive.”

He slid two fingers in, which made you mewl pathetically.

You knew you must’ve looked and sounded ridiculous but with the intense pleasure washing over you, you couldn't care less.

“That’s it, baby…” Jean said in response as your name fell from his mouth like a mantra, his fingers curling inside you as he massaged the tip of his tongue on your clit. “Want you to cum for me..”

“Jean…” You cried out weakly, as he was coaxing you nearer and nearer to the edge.

Your eyes squinted shut as you felt your peak reach you, your body shuddering as you gushed all over his fingers.

“So beautiful, baby.” He grinned as he kissed your temple, stroking your hair back, leaning to kiss you gently the tang of your arousal on his lips and tongue.

“You’re so sexy when you cum.” He said as your chest heaved, attempting to catch your breath. He trailed his hand down your body, cupping your breasts to tweak your nipples again.

You smacked his hand away.

“Move.” You chortled.

“This better?” And you shoved him off when he swiped his tongue against your hardened nipple.

“You are so!-” You thumped his chest.

“Hope you’re ready for me, baby.” He smirked as he gazed at you. “Cos I ain’t finished. Think I might just fuck you into the mattress til dawn.”

“Jean…never change.” You chuckled as you squeezed his broad shoulder.

The next morning, Jean was out cold. You glanced over at him where his bare back was facing you and his arms were sprawled over the mattress.

“Wake up…” You called out as you slapped his back.

“What?” He groaned, voice groggy and drowsy.

“Happy anniversary, baby.”

“Don’t wake me up for no stupid shit like that again.” He muttered as his hand slid to caress your thigh and squeeze it.

author’s note: if u made it this far, ty for reading sorry for any grammatical or spelling mistakes love u all, reblogs and interactions r always appreciated 💓✊🏽