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levishart · 11 hours
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even my own father betrays me.
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stxrrydreamss · 3 months
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“Did you hit?” “She’s so bad.” “Was it good?”
“No. She fell asleep in my arms knowing she’s safe from guys like you.”
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Armin, Jean, Levi, Kirishima, Izuku, Bakugo, Hawks, Aizawa, Senku, Gen, Tsukasa, Saeyoung, Saeran, Zen, Jumin, V, Yoosung
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kingkonoha · 4 months
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Friendly reminder that jean covers his ears when he’s sad, overwhelmed, etc.
I’m crying and dying goodbye
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hinasakuino · 4 months
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Jean can fuck! I’m sorry this is for my extremely depraved girlies! And self indulgent because Jean brainrot occurs nonstop! NSFW below the cut.
Warnings: nsfw 18+, some dirty talk,mentions of nipple play, finger fucking, pussy eating, doggy, missionary.
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I imagine he’s an attentive lover, he makes sure he’s kissed every inch of exposed skin before fully undressing you. He loves staring at you, even if you squirm under his gaze, jutting your hips in the air, clenching on nothing as you try to get him to touch you wordlessly. It strokes his ego big time when he’s got you speechless and whimpering for him. Which is why he always gives you what you want. He hates teasing you because he enjoys watching the way you give into pleasure. He’s very big into foreplay, loves kissing big time(!!!) Early into the relationship he’d feel just a little embarrassed everytime you guys made out, always shoving you away quickly to hide his raging hard on. You liked this, teasing him about it until he has you pinned and gasping, his hand wrapped around your throat as he kisses you, grinding into you so frantically you’re not sure which one of you might come first. He loves playing with your tits especially when you’re on top facing him. He loves getting you worked up like this, you’re so responsive to his touch, cradling his head and holding him closer as you grind down in his lap. Ohhhhh!! Mans also eats for his pleasure. He loves playing with your pussy with you in his lap but he goes crazy pleasing you the most with his mouth. You get so wet when he laps at your clit, his warm tongue curling around your bud sends tidal waves of pleasure through you, you’re quick to put your hands in his hair, pulling and tugging when he’s got you close. It works you up even more when you see him rutting into the mattress because he really gets off to you getting off.
Oh! And he talks you through it! So filthy with it too!
When he plays with your pussy with you spread in his lap, he likes to leave open mouth kisses down your neck, sucking softly at your sweet spots, chuckling when you press more on his fingers. “Look at you dirty girl,” He’d say smirking when you shake your head no but your pussy throbs, squeezing onto him.
“Cmon I can feel you getting ready to cum for me,” He ruts against you, cock painfully hard as you moan loudly, grasping his bicep, your hips wiggling wildly.
“I can’t baby,”You warn, taking a deep breath, he spreads your legs wider, fingers pumping in and out and with his other hand rubbing your clit in quick precise circles.
“One more big one baby, come on do this for daddy,” he bites into your shoulder. It's harsh but that quickly is replaced by his tongue, hot and warm as he licks where he just bit. And it rips an orgasm through you. Sendings your eyes rolling with his name coming out in quick pants as you make a mess on him.
“That’s it baby, give it to me, I wanna see how dirty I can get you,” He huffs, breath hot as he continues finger fucking you through your orgasm.
He absolutely loves when you come on his dick. He likes having you doggy, back arched, arms restricted and pussy on full display. He doesn’t like to tie you up but he does like using his strength on you, placing your arms behind your back as he fucks you, or have you fuck back onto him. He loves it when you’re so cock drunk you let him use you, rolling your hips back and forth onto himself, groaning at the way your walls mold to his length.
When he cums, it’s a lot. I want to believe he’s a moaner, but I also imagine him as the type of guy who relishes in the feeling of his orgasm so he’s always mumbling incoherently, sweet words pouring from his mouth saying how good you make him feel. If you’re fucking in missionary, he cums quicker because he absolutely can’t tear his eyes away from your needy ones. He watches where you’re both joined, your pussy sucking him back in your fingers rub quick needy circles on your clit and it pushes him over the edge, grunting out a small “oh fuck, I’m cumming”, before spilling inside you.. At the start of the relationship he always made sure to pull out and would jerk off into his hand until one day you positioned yourself in front of him, doe-eyed and wanting. Mouth open and inviting and he cums almost instantly all over your face (it’s so much and he immediately feels bad), the image is burned into his brain and he stores it away in the spank bank whenever you two are apart.
He’s big on aftercare, will clean you up, and ask if you need anything before cuddling the absolute shit out of you. He’s not clingy but he loves the skin to skin contact, and the way you fit perfectly into him. He’s not a talker afterwards but neither are you, so you both either fall asleep after five minutes or he watches with you as you scroll through videos on your phone.
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jeankirsteinsgrlfrnd · 4 months
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boyfriend jean kirstein headcanons
- a ginormous pain in the ass. everywhere you go, he’s there. he makes it hard to get things done.
- will ALWAYS hold the door for you and will get offended if you try to open the door for him
- was really excited to have you meet his mama. even more thrilled when she LOVED you
- he’ll complain about how long you take to get ready but secretly love watching you do it and tells you how pretty you are after
- insists on cooking for you (he’s a good cook!!) but loves when you cook for him just the same
- when it snows, he’ll pelt you with snow balls and then kiss your rosy cheeks to cheer you up
- HOWEVER, if you win (at anything for this matter), he’ll say “calm down babe it’s just a game”
- loves that he’s so much taller and bigger than you, he loves when you look up at him, it makes him feel like your protector
- need your tank filled up? he’s whipping his wallet out. nails? he’s got you. hair? don’t even think about paying. he loves to spend all his money on you because you’re ‘his girlfriend and he would fall apart if you spent a single dime when he can very easily pay for it’
- always lets you sleep in because you look ‘damn cute’
- always blabbering in his sleep about utter nonsense
- most importantly, you’re his entire world. nothing else matters, hell, nothing else even exists.
my fellow jean girlies find my new story right here. A slow burn fanfic!!
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crazychaoticizzy · 5 months
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Oh nothing…… just thinking about the way Jean’s eyes look so pretty when the sun hits them just right when you wake up in the morning, reminding you of whiskey and honey. They’re just so pretty and tempting, especially in the early morning when he’s not quite awake, leaving lazy kisses on your collarbone while his lashes brush against your jaw.
Just thinking about the way Jean’s pretty hazel eyes widen slightly when he finds you flipping through his sketchbook—specifically the one he uses to draw you in. He panics just a bit before he notices the faint smile on your face as you admire each and every drawing, oblivious to his presence. When you glance up and meet his gaze, his eyes soften and he goes to stand next to you.
Thinking about the way he looks at you when he’s turned on. Lidded eyes clouded with lust, his hand on your waist to draw you closer no matter where you are. Or the way he looks up at you when he’s eating you out, his hand resting on your thigh to keep your legs spread as he continuously dips his tongue in and out of your wet hole.
Oh, and the way his eyes unfocus when you give him head or ride his dick. He can’t help but softly whimper when you take him fully, your hands trailing across his thighs or carding through his soft hair. You notice he goes slightly cross-eyed at times, his pretty hazel irises becoming thinner as his pupils dilate.
Just thinking….
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meltingforthatackerman · 11 months
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I can't help but laugh hard at this scene, because while Levi kicks Eren (we already know his kicks are reserved for him only), he grabs Jean's shoulder so he doesn't escape, and Jean's face goes like that because HE KNOWS HE'S NEXT. The amount of detail this anime has never ceases to amaze me.
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chrollohearttags · 5 months
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J. Kirschtein: the pretty boy from the sticks. (He gives me Louisiana/Texas vibes) The lover boy, the fashion aficionado, cologne snob, model and musician.
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bkgbunni · 1 year
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HOW HE SOUNDS | jean nsfw audio ˖ ࣪ . 𖧧 ࿐
˚ . ₊˚⊹ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!! jean x fem!reader, nsfw headcanons, swearing, nsfw audio [ please use headphones cuties! ] requested <3
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JEAN despite his obvious ego, i think he would be so weak when it comes to you. he would be pussywhipped for sure. he definitely begs just to eat you.
he dances on the line of being just simply grunting or so needy. sometimes it’s “fuck…all this just for me?” and “mhfm! aha—fuck.”
he’s definitely a talker. loves being very very vocal with you. he’s so attentive & attractive with it too. always asking what you want, how it feels. “right here? how’s it feel? here?”
and as a bonus… when he cums he whimpers. WHIMPERS. just straight up moaning and bucking his hips into you to chase his high 🫶🏾
source.
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umeoniii · 1 year
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aot men as pervs
eren, jean, reiner
!: masturbation,
eren: he’s the type of pervy to literally stalk you and record your every move. he’ll write down stuff such as the lotion you use and will purchase it just so he can ‘smell you’. he probably does yucky things with the lotion while smelling it. also does stuff like slapping your ass while you’re caught off guard, will say it’s an accident even though it clearly wasn’t.
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vanilla mocha martini eren thought to himself, quickly pulling out a pen and writing down the name of the lotion you pulled out of your bag. eren had been heavily infatuated with you for quiet a while. it was so much so to the point he had a whole secret journal dedicated to you and everything about you. it was honestly weird, anyone would file a restraining order against him if they knew just how far he went. he loved you even if he didn’t know you and just admired you from afar.
you turned around looking at the noise coming from behind you. a pen fell on the floor, eren’s pen. you watched as eren picked up the pen off the floor, his green eyes met yours, you dismissed him with a soft smile turning around.
you always found him peculiar, not necessarily in a rude way, but he was more reserved and kept to himself only speaking when spoken to. occasionally you’d see him walking and talking to his close friends but that was it. it always felt like he was watching you though. everytime you turned around his eyes were always in your direction before he’d avert them quickly.
she smiled at me.
when class was over he walked closely behind you, obviously invading your personal space. but it was worth being in your presence. when he walked passed you felt something like a hand rub against your butt, but when you turned around you saw no one too close to you. and when you turned back forward you saw eren walking slowly in front of you, phone in hand.
couldn’t have possibly been him, he’s not weird like that. you thought to yourself catching up with your friends.
he in fact was weird like that. because as soon as he got back to his dorm he grabbed his keys and drove to the closet mall, dashing straight to bath and body works to purchase the exact lotion he saw you use. even willing to stand in the long line, just to have the scent of you closer.
as soon as he got back to his dorm he immediately locked the door, his roomate should’ve been at a lecture during that time so he had nothing to worry about.
he sat on his bed and read through the contents of the lotion. opening the cap he squeezed a little bit onto his hand, rubbing it in and inhaling the intoxicating smell. it was too much for him.
he looked around before slowly undoing his belt and pulling out his dick. he rubbed his tip collecting the precum and rubbing it on his shaft.
he knew it was a bad idea to do what he was about to do. surely this lotion wasn’t good to be used as lube, especially considering it was scented and it could probably cause issues. but he just couldn’t find it in himself to care. he squeezed a generous amount of the lotion onto his hand and rubbed it onto his pulsing cock.
he thought about you while pumping, all his brain was focused on was the sweet smell, he wanted it to be your hand instead of his. your saliva instead of the lotion. he wished he could get even closer to you than he does in class.
his heavy pants and the wet sounds of him stroking himself were the only noises in the still, quiet room. he squeezed himself tighter, picking up his pace as he moaned your name.
“ y-y/n…. y/n what do i… have to do… to get closer to you” he groaned breathily
his long hair stuck to his forehead and neck, imagining what he would do to you if you were his. bending you over his desk, stuffing you with his twitching, sticky cock. there was so much he wanted to do to you, he was gonna do it. he would find a way to lure you in.
he felt himself getting closer to his high, tears brimmed his waterline from the pleasure he felt. hands starting to become shakier, as well as his rythym.
whines left his parted lips as strings of his white semen dispersed onto the wiry brown hairs on his lower abdomen. his abs were drenched in sweat, rising up and down as he sat trembling.
vanilla mocha martini still lingered in the air.
jean: it’s very hard to find him perverted bcs i feel he’s more respectful. BUT i didn’t say he wasn’t. he comments on your body often, even during the worst of times.
“your ass looks nice in those jeans, wear em’ more often.”
you and him would both laugh off the comment. and he created a mental image (maybe even a physical image) of your ass and painted it and hung it on his walls. it’s curves, dips, every detail of it. everytime he looks at it he… thinks and gets hornier, then relives himself. he probably pulled it off the wall once just to cum all over it. it probably would’ve been artsier if he left the cum on it, but that would lowkey be too much for any guests. an ass on the wall is already a lot.
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you sat next to your brother’s best friend jean while your brother got up. your brother had invited you along with him to have dinner. he didn’t mention jean being there but it didn’t matter that much to you. jean was cool, you liked him. though you’ve only been aquatinted to him very few times he was very funny and charming in the stories you heard about him.
your brother had left off to the restroom leaving you and jean alone at the table. jean liked you, a lot for a good amount of time. he stalked all your social media, your brother and your parents’ socials. he always made sure to listen whenever your brother mentioned you and how annoying you could be.
“i don’t know man, she doesn’t sound that bad” he would say, imagining the scene in his head.
of course he never told your older brother about it for so many reasons including the fact you’d probably end up finding out about it. he wanted to let you know his feelings on his own.
brown eyes scanned the entirety of your outfit. the tight fitting gray long sleeve , your jewelry, and especially those jeans. blue jeans that were so very tight, revealing your curves in all the right ways. he couldn’t help but to sneak a glimpse at your ass any time you stood up.
you got up to go wash your hands and felt a hand grip your waist. his thirsty eyes met yours complimenting your dress choice.
“you’re body looks amazing, especially your ass.” he winked slyly at you.
your body grew hot and you gave him a weak smile. you laughed with a small thank you ignoring the last part of what he said. though it did make you feel good inside. even lower if you were honest with yourself.
the whole rest of the dinner felt heated, sweaty well at least it was to you. jean nonchalantly sat there talking to you and your brother as if he didn’t say anything to you at all. when it was over he gave you a hug, his large hands grabby at your fleshy hips. he gave you a kiss on both cheeks before waving you and your brother off.
as soon as he got home he took out his easel, paint and canvas. he was very artistic, he attended a very prestigious art school in which him and your older brother attended together.
he rough sketched your body, reflecting your form onto the canvas with a pencil. then he painted over the sketch. blue, red, brown so many colors. and a few hours when he was finally finished he fixated his eyes on his creation in amusement.
he loved it. looking at it he couldn’t help but touch himself as he stared at the canvas in admiration. he looked down whiled his hands went down to his underwear band, pulling it down slightly just enough for his hard dick to be freed. he bit his lip softly stroking himself looking back up and eyeing the portrait.
he groaned raspy, his pink tip peeking out of his fist after every stroke.
there’s no way she didn’t know what she was doing. she wore them on purpose, just for me.
so many thoughts flooding his muddled brain his eyes squinted and eyebrows cinched as he rubbed himself. heavy breaths, whines and moans filled his quiet apartment, the portrait sitting in between his legs not yet mounted.
“y/n honey i need you so bad, please you really don’t know just how bad i need you. i get so rilled up thinking of you. at this point i’m a creep with the things i do.” whines slipped from his pretty, pink lips.
“god what would eric even think of me doing something like this? painting an explicit portrait of his baby sister then jacking off to it? he would hate me wouldn’t he.” he laughed out of breath
his continued to get off, the cold rings on his fingers gliding against the veins on his shaft.
grunts left through gritted teeth as jean felt himself getting closer. he looked at the warm colors painted on the canvas in between his thighs and couldn’t help but to smirk to himself.
what’d he give to actually come all over your real ass is the last stable thought he had before he painted on the portrait even more.
with his own semen.
reiner: now he’s #1 perv on this list. he stares you up and down all the time, sometimes he doesn’t even bother hiding it. manages to find ways to see you naked. like he’d walk in on you while you’re changing bcs “he forgot his charger” he touches himself to your insta photos, your panties that he stole, literally anything that involves you bcs he’s that desperate, it’s lowkey pathetic. but i love me a pathetic man. he doesn’t even hide the fact that he wants to touch you, he’d find any kind of excuse and would touch you. he’s just really thirsty.
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reiner sat on his couch staring at the frilly lace panties in his hands that he stole from your home. earlier you had invited him over in hopes he’d help you understand your work better. if he was being true to himself he didn’t care anything about calculus. he only came over so he could flirt with you.
when he sat down next to you at your desk he sat close. your legs and his were touching and you could hear his shaky breathing. and his hands, if they weren’t on the paper or on his phone they were on your thighs. rubbing and gripping your skin, and when you looked up at him he’d act completely oblivious and get back to teaching you.
he knew what he was doing. he told himself by the end of the day he would have you on that bed begging for his mercy. and that he did.
the whole time he endlessly flirted with you. his large hands rubbing your upper thigh and pinching your cheeks. he saw how he charmed you and finally gave in.
“you know you’re such a pretty girl. you’re the type of woman i’d want to fuck senselessly then marry.” his hand rubbed yours
you couldn’t believe that he just said that. your eyes trailed down to your thighs, his hands moving towards the inside.
“can we please just study.” you said staring forward trying not to pay attention to him.
“yeah sure ignore what i said i guess…” he sighed “ if you can get these ten correct i’ll give you a surprise.” he winked
you thought he’d buy you dinner, get you a small little gift, chips, candy, something. instead you lay on your bed griping his back as he thrusted his girthy cock into you.
“maybe this’ll help motivate you ” he grunted
“y-you’re so weird” you whined, your heart-shaped anklet charm hitting his neck.
“don’t act like you don’t like it” he growled in your ear sarcastically
long nails gripped onto the satin sheets for leverage as reiner pounded into you mercilessly. you didn’t understand why and how you even let him do this to you.
reiner was the word ‘pervert’ personified. always looking up peoples skirts, making smart comments, getting touchy. you detected something was probably going to happen with him in your home, but he was somewhat smart and you really needed help.
and you couldn’t deny the fact that it actually felt good and that he was very appealing to look at. it was just one of the last things you expected to be doing that friday night.
“keep going just like that” you hiccuped
“thought… i was weird?” he chuckled breathlessly into your ear.
you couldn’t even find it in you to give him a snarky reply as you were too occupied with how he was inside of you.
the way his sensitive tip rubbed against the ridges inside of you was enough to literally drive you both insane. he became more touchy as he went on.
“f-fuck, you’re so fucking cute. i’ve always wanted to fuck… you.” he groaned in your ear.
“i can… tell” you wrapped your arms around his neck.
“no seriously, i ain’t even smart. i had no clue …what i was talking about the whole…time.”
it was a scheme to get into your panties.
and it worked.
you couldn’t attempt to be upset at him either, because with the way your pussy gripped onto him and your ever so audible moans and whines left that mouth of yours, he knew you were enjoying it.
your labored breaths and his became louder as the tension in your room grew.
“you gonna let me cum inside of your precious cunt?”
you shook your head.
“awww… c’mon it’s not… gonna be… that bad” he taunted in between heavy breaths
he didn’t care because he was gonna do just as he pleased.
“oh god reiner” your nails scratched at his sweaty back feeling yourself reach your orgasm.
you tightened around him while your pretty eyelashes fluttered as he still pounded into you, heavy balls slapping your pretty cunt.
greedy lips kissed your neck, chin and cheeks, the scratchy stubbly feeling blending in with the overstimulation.
“ m’ gonna cum all inside of you y/n” he nipped at your neck
you felt as he his cock frantically twitched inside of you, his grip on you becoming tighter.
he moaned almost inaudibly into your ear as he filled your womb with his silky cum.
tags!: @hangesgirlypop @negrospirit @yiugen
a/n: just started the taglist! u can always b apart of it w the form on my pinned post if u want! (^з^)♡ also if there’s someone else u wanna see feel free to request!! ( ̄∀ ̄)
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reinerszn · 9 months
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men who put you in your place as soon as you start acting bratty n all tough. they’ll fuck you right then and there, doesn’t matter who’s around. their dick is filling you right up, your cunt a mold for them. you’ll whimper and moan from how they impale you on them, digging your nails in their forearms. “what happened to that shit you was talkin’?” they’ll groan as soon as they bottom out, enveloped in your warm walls. their hand snakes up to your throat, the feeling rough and calloused. they’ll force you to arch beautifully, making you press your back flush against their chest. “you were actin’ like a big girl earlier, where she at?” their thrusts are powerful enough to knock out the air in your lungs yet so agonizingly slow it makes you wanna fuck yourself on them. that big n tough girl was now moaning like a bitch in heat as their eyes rolled back in pure bliss.
“yeah, ain’t so tough now huh?”
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REINER. eren. levi. connie. JEAN. miche. toji. KAGEYAMA. iwaizumi. USHIJIMA. aone. & any of your favs !!
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ginger4sugar · 9 months
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no because Jean is a liar. He sitting in a group with his homeboys running his mouth as they smoke “nah ion fuck with y/n nomore— she’s too clingy for me.” but he knows, that even in his hazy state of mind, red eyes low and unfocused as he’s driving to your house, he’s the one that’s clingy. Not wasting anytime after he used his key to get in, he’s immediately looking for you, in the mood to have his face in between your plush thighs until he can’t breathe — cause he missed you so so much.
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erotica1star · 3 months
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kingkonoha · 1 year
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ave i will literally scream cry and throw up and die if you write smthin spicy like the connie hating your bf thing about jean ………
WANT YOU ALL TO MYSELF
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➙ pairing: jean x fem!reader
➙ content: 18+ only, nsfw/smut, modern au, swearing, smoking, drinking, kissing, jealousy, raw sex, creampie, spanking, punishment, multiple orgasms, oral, masturbation.
➙ description: you’re always sleeping with random guys. jean’s pissed off about it.
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Jean Kirstein was fucking jealous of the men you brought into your bedroom.
He was your neighbor, and he’d sit on his porch, smoking his cigarette, and watch as you’d bring home a different guy to fuck and kick out every now and then.
Afterwards, you’d call him and whine about how none of those useless men could satisfy you, and about how you’d have to get yourself off once they left.
He imagined you taking that cute purple vibrator and placing it gently on your clit, your face all cute and flustered as your senses were flooded from your self-given orgasm.
He’d kill to hear those sweet little moans. He jerked off to the thought, only to be flooded with anger over having to pump his fist instead of pumping inside of you.
Jean is…not exactly friendly. When one of your late night hookups mistakenly knocked on his door instead of yours, asking for you with slurred speech and a can of beer in his hands, Jean punched the guy in his stupid face, telling him to get off his porch.
Turns out, you ended up calling Jean to complain about your hookup never showing up, and Jean jumped on the opportunity to invite himself over.
You answered the door wearing a thin robe, undoubtedly covering some of your sexist black lingerie.
It pissed Jean off knowing that it was originally meant for someone else, but it didn’t really matter. He was gonna yank it off of you anyways.
You looked entirely too cute in that robe of yours, especially when the both of you were sitting on the couch, sipping on wine. He would’ve preferred whiskey, but if this was what you served all of your late night fuckers, he was more than happy to sip on that beverage.
Especially when you were ranting to him about men again, that cute little pout appearing upon your face.
He didn’t really give a shit. He was more than fed up with your sob stories, and he decided to shut you up permanently by catching you by surprise with a passionate kiss.
Your surprised gasp caused you to open your sweet little mouth widely enough for him to slip his tongue in, swirling it around yours as he snaked his large hand around your neck to hold you still.
God, your mouth was so warm and wet, he couldn’t help but moan. He pulled away, leaving a few kisses down your neck.
“Tired of you always talking about those useless fuckboys. How ‘bout you take my dick for once, yeah?”
Holy shit, did you take it.
Your pussy clenched around his cock like it was made for him and him alone. He held your legs back until your knees almost touched your chest, harshly thrusting into you until your headboard smacked against the wall repeatedly.
“That’s it, baby. Take that fucking dick.” He moaned in your ear.
Yeah, he wanted to hear those precious moans of yours, but they’d have to wait, because when he fucked you like this, he had his tongue down your throat, swallowing all of your cute noises.
He slammed into you with lust, anger, and jealousy. He had that perfect angle, and when his thrusts became more messy, you were cumming all over his cock.
That sent him over the edge, and he spilled his seed deep inside of you, only pulling to see his cum pooling out of your hole.
He pulled away with a string of spit falling from your connected lips.
His lips attacked your neck, and he sucked on the sensitive skin. He marked your neck because you belonged to him now, and he’ll be damned if he didn’t leave you with the hickeys to prove it.
As badly as he wanted to taste you, you didn’t deserve to cum on his tongue just yet. You see, Jean believes in punishments, and the tall man yanked you across his lap. He was gonna teach you a little lesson over making him put up with your bullshit.
He teasingly ran a hand over your bare ass. Everything about you was just so precious and cute, especially when you innocently asked him what he was doing.
He figured that none of your boy toys ever did something like this.
The yelp that ripped from your throat instantly hardened his cock, but he wasn’t done. He spanked you with his big hand until he was satisfied.
Satisfied with that, at least.
“You’re gonna clean my cock off for me, right, baby?”
Your eager nod made him smirk as he pulled down his pants, and he was quick to shove his hot meat down your throat. He roughly thrusted himself in and out of your mouth, gripping your head to further choke you on his cock. He swore and grunted.
He came down your throat with a sweet moan of your name.
You didn’t have enough time to catch your breath before he was picking you up and tossing you back on the bed. You tried to sit up on the mattress, but he pushed you right back down and spread your legs wide open.
Now, he was ready to treat himself to your delicious pussy.
Jean definitely moans while eating you out. He’s a hungry boy after all, and you just taste so damn good.
He sucks your clit until it’s sore, and he doesn’t care if you’re squirming to get away because it’s too much. You’re going to cum again, again, and again on his tongue and he’s holding you still the entire time, his eyes watching your pretty face.
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toadallyspice · 1 month
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Jean-bear pt. 2 for late Valentines Day
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jeankirsteinsgirl · 7 months
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Hi babe! I saw your post about sending requests! What about Husband!Jean who is absolutely head over heels for his wife. Like he still gets giddy whenever he sees her and still flirts with her as if they aren’t married. 😭 it’s so cute!
Husband!Jean headcanons
Summary: Jean being a sweetie as your husband!!
CW: lots of fluff, maybe a little suggested smut, not much.
Husband Jean who loves to do acts of service for his beloved like making you breakfast in bed on the weekends, running you a warm bath, giving you massages when you're on the couch, bringing you flowers home as soon as he can
Husband Jean who wakes up before you and lets you sleep while admiring your beautiful sleeping face, just thinking about how lucky he is to sleep next to you
Husband Jean who pulls a blanket over you whenever you accidentally fall asleep on the couch, being sure to tuck you in and kiss your forehead
Husband Jean who insists he hates your silly little shows but watches and comments on them the entire time
He'd pretend to be looking at his phone and glance up when you're not looking until you catch him watching intently making little comments every now and then on what's happening until he asks you to watch it with him
Husband Jean who drunk texts you about how much he loves his wife lmao
"Look you're really sweet I'm sure but I'm married" in response to your text asking him when he was coming home later
Husband Jean who buys you whatever you want whenever you want
you tell him you don't need him to, and you don't want to be spoiled but how could he not spoil you when you're so perfect
Husband Jean who comes up from behind you and wraps his long arms around your waist while you're trying to cook dinner for him
"You're so beautiful you know that baby?" while pressing a kiss to your temple
Husband Jean who insists you look better without makeup, even when you tell him that's not necessarily a compliment
Husband Jean who brushes out your hair after your shower
Husband Jean who tries to do all the chores around the house because he thinks you're too pretty to work
Husband Jean who would go out of his way to bring you coffee at work just because you were feeling a little stressed
Of course he remembers your coffee order and he would write a cute little message on it before delivering it to you
"Got this for you honey, just a little pick me up"
Always touching you lol loves holding your hand, playing with your hair, smelling your scent when he hugs you, loves when you lay on him, picking you up, hugging you.
Still flirts with you like you're dating
'"Hey gorgeous how 'bout you and me go on a little date later hm?" "Jean we're married... and we live together."
Husband Jean who doesn't even notice any other women, if he dated anyone before you ha can't remember
You're his one and only and he absolutely worships the ground you walk on
Husband Jean who secretly smells your perfume when you're away because he misses you so much
And of course, if you're away for a while he would write you handwritten letters detailing how much he adores you
Husband Jean who has a big boy job and makes lots of money so he tries to convince you to quit you're job because "Pretty girls shouldn't have to work"
Always wants to kiss you even when it annoys you
Just brushed your teeth? Kiss. Got super drunk? Kiss. Just woke up? Kiss. Trying to eat your dinner? Kiss. In the middle of drinking the coffee, he bought you? Kiss. He can't get enough
Husband Jean who worships your body both sexually and non-sexually.
Loves watching the way you walk, the way your face crinkles when you laugh, loves the feeling of your small fingers intertwined with his, loves how soft your hair is.
Would kiss every inch of your body and has
When you're "making love" as he calls it he would just worship you the entire time
Husband Jean who still gets all flustered and embarrassed when you tell him you want him
Husband Jean whose face turns all red and turns away when you take your clothes out in front of him because he wants to be respectful
Husband Jean who puts your pleasure first of course
"You're so fucking beautiful baby, how did I get so lucky?"
"God you have the most perfect tits I've ever fucking seen."
"You're so gorgeous under me you know that? You know how pretty you are?"
Drives you around everywhere, you're the passenger princess of course
Opens every door for you whenever he can
Knows all of your favorite things and gets them for you whenever you're feeling down
Let's you cry on his chest and holds you tight while he wipes away your tears with his tough fingers.
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