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90ekz · 4 months

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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.

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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.

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4ttack-ur-heart · 11 months

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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.”

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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!”

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i2jen0 · 1 year

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SORRY I-I SORRY I MEAN WHAT I EH

#jean #jean kirstein #jean kirschtein #jean kirschtein x reader #jean kirschtein scenarios #aot #attack on titan #shingeki no kyoujin #aot spoilers #mikasa #levi #eren #jean aot #snk jean #jean kirschtein art #jean kirschtein headcanons

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mommypieck · 2 years

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⌗︙・jean when asking for seks ⸜⸜・

jean is the kind of person who pulls you on his lap when he wants to fuck. he positions u right on top of his clothed cock so u can feel him as he nips at your neck. he's like a cat, nuzzling and scenting u while whispering things like, "come on, baby, we haven't made love in a while." and when u say yes, he lifts u off his lap and smack your butt, taking your hand so he can lead u to the bed.

#aot smut #aot x reader #attack on titan #snk #aot headcanons #attack on titan smut #jean kirstein #jean kirstein smut #jean kirstein x reader #jean smut #jean x reader smut #jean kirschtein x reader #jean kirstein headcanons #jean kirschtien #jean kirschtein imagine #jean kirsten x reader #jean kirstein x you #jean kirschtein smut #jean kirschtein scenarios

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diefxrguns · 1 year

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𝐌𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐁𝐀𝐁𝐘, 𝐈'𝐌 𝐈𝐍 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄

✯pairings- jean kirstein x afab!reader

✯ a/n- do not share my work on other platforms, if you're not comfortable then don't read.

✯synopsis- jean kirstein has had a crush on his best friend's younger sister for a while now, but it's not exactly a crush per se.

✯c/w- smut

" move baby, move baby I'm in love"

He was honestly afraid, he was afraid of loosing the friendship he had with Connie Springer, your older brother. You weren't particularly "close" with the older boy- named Jean Kirstein. But you were safe around him, ya know .

You felt a sense of comfort around the man, he was a few years older then you. You being 18 and Jean being 22.

Jean always escorted you to your small car after a party, just to make sure you're safe and sound.

His hands on your shoulder when the two of you went into a convenience store, late at night to get Connie some things. He did this to show the people there, that he was there.

Your body sprawled out underneath Jean, as his hand was on your mouth. Helping you conceal the lewd sounds that were escaping your mouth- with every thrust.

This was so fucking wrong, in so many ways. It was immoral almost.

Fucking his best friend's little sis, his longer hair falling his sweaty face. And one of his hands gripping your boob.

If Springer found out, you'd be dead. No Jean would be dead actually.

" Mhmmm" was all you could manage to say even though your mouth was covered by his hand.

Truthfully you wanted to scream, you wanted to scream so loud. It was all to overwhelming for you. You always had feelings for Jean. Just the way his eyes pierced through your soul. His hair, his tattoos, his muscles...

When you two were left alone, he took the opportunity. And he liked you too, he was overly protective, so that's an obvious sign of attraction.

" Yeah, you taking me so well hon, keep silent for me yeah" he said through heavy breaths

You did nothing but nod under him, with tear filled eyes and your hand gripping his wrist. Your legs over his shoulders, as he thrusted into you slowly.

" Oh, Oh fuck I'm gonna cum in this pussy yeah. Hmmm you'd like that hey- you'd like if I cum and make your pussy all creamy with my spunk" he said, his orgasm on route.

As he continued to thrust into your tight cunt, making wet noises that were getting louder by the second... Your orgasm hit you like a buss going full speed on a highway.

" Oh, mmmhmm" the sounds escaping your lips but were muffled due to his hand still on your mouth.

" Yeah, fuck- oh, you like that hmmm. I bet you love that don't ya" he said as he came but pulled out, his semen falling onto your pink sheets below

He let go of your mouth, making you gasp for some fresh air.

Your hair all messy and your body sweaty, your breathing heavy as he plopped on your bed next to you.

He hugged your small body as you fell asleep in his muscular arms- covered with tattoos.

His head resting on your shoulder, as you both dozed off.

From then on, you and Jean kept fucking. Everytime Connie left you were banging the shit out of each other. Even in his car when he dropped you off. After all that time, things still never got official between you two.

Maybe Jean just wasn't ready for a relationship, but apart of you always thought it was because he was using you for easy sex.

Gradually as time passed, the sexual energy between you and Jean could be seen by your other friends, including Connie.

"So Y/N why is Jean looking at you so much?" Asked Historia as she whispered in your ear.

Across the room, sat Jean with Eren, Connie, Armin, Reiner and Berthold.

It was game night, something your friend group did, every Friday night. It was kind of like a "tradition"

" Um I don't know Krista, He's probably just staring into space" you said tucking a strand of hair behind your ear akwardly

" Don't fucking lie, we see the way he's staring. Maybe it's the dress?" Said Sasha loudly, making the boys look at you all at once

" What about a dress? " Asked Armin looking at the group of girls

" She looks fucking hot, that's what this dress things about, Hey Y/N" said Annie in a somewhat sarcastic yet complementing manner

" Well Y/ N is fucking hot though" said Reiner munching on some chips

" That's enough boys, let's start the game shall we" said Connie, obviously and visibly uncomfortable by the remarks about his baby sister.

The game was a game of truth or dare, but not the regular truth or dare games that ask boring questions. This game was extremely provocative asking the most sexual questions.

" Alright, it landed on Armin... Truth or dare" asked Connie as he looked at Armin

" Hmm... Well.. I'll say truth- yeah truth" said Armin

" Who's your crush, you have to tell us" asked Connie holding back his laugh

Armin's face was bright red, as he froze. The boys knew who he liked but Armin never dared to tell anyone his secret. It was now or never I guess ...

" A-A.. I like Annie" Armin said as he looked away quickly

Annie's eyes widened as she blushed slightly, she found Armin so adorable and smart. In all honesty Annie could see herself with the younger boy.

" Ok next, it's Reiner" said Connie

" Truth or dare Ox" said Connie in a sarcastic manner, obviously joking with the bigger male

" It's truth for me" said Reiner clearly unfazed

" Ok who do you like? " Asked Connie with a big fat smirk on his face

" Well, that's interesting... She's sitting here right now. I mean, I've had my eyes on her forra while now- but she's playing hard to get. " Said Reiner with a smirk

" C'mon bro, who is she?" Asked Jean punching Reiners shoulder

" Y/N of course, I mean just look at her. Sorry Connie but your sister is 11/10, 100/10 in a bikini" said Reiner

And the room suddenly went quite, Connie held his arm awkwardly but never said a word, he wasn't to pleased. But Jean on the other hand was pissed. He wanted you all to himself, and in all honesty Jean disliked Reiner just because of how unnecessary Reiner could be.

" Well... Um, let's move on. Truth or dare Jean" asked Armin

" Dare" Jean said with his jaw clenched and his eyes darting at you

" I dare you to kiss anybody, anyone in the room"

That's when Jean got up and gave you the best kiss of a lifetime. His tongue entering your mouth and his hands found their way to your waist, grabbing you tight.

Reiner and Connie did nothing but gawk as gasps could be heard.

He was tired of waiting, he was tired of competing... You were his and his only.

" Fuck this shit, let's go Y/N. And to set this fucking thing straight, Connie- I've been fucking your sister. And I love it, I love her" said Jean as he grabbed your hand and walked out the house.

" I love you" he said as he drove away

(⁠˙⁠❥⁠˙⁠)⁠ﾉa/n- this was so rushed ughh, kind of mid too. But anyways hope you enjoyed it

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pfpanimes · 1 year

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⌕ HAPPY B-DAY JEAN.

like or reblog if you save/use.

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jeanblvd · 2 years

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jean kirschtein as ur bf ༊*·˚ pt.2

part 1

warnings/notes: no warnings. modern au (use of modern technology)

bf!jean that…doesn’t give it much thought when he swipes a bit of food on the side of your mouth and licks it off his finger; both still in deep conversation. it’s become a habit of his.

bf!jean that…cuts your steak, slices your apples, peels your tangerines, butters your toast, anything. he insists that he does, even though he knows you are very much capable. he’ll always be there to assist you.

bf!jean that…puts his arm on the couch seat, flanking your shoulders at a party, subtly letting ppl know that you belong to him. and if someone doesn’t get the memo, he has to give you a kiss, he has to. or place his arm on your body, snuggling into you, because this other dude is getting a little too close to his liking.

bf!jean that…will gift you dozens of roses on special occasions. but he’ll also just give you flowers on random days cuz he “just feels like it”. oh! sometimes it’s not store bought flowers. he’d be walking somewhere with trees and plants, and plucks a bloomed flower with you in mind, excited to show you his discovery.

bf!jean that…complains that his closet is empty bc of you but secretly loves when you wear his clothes. “where the heck did you get that?” he says, but can’t hide his grin when he sees you wearing his giant hoodie.

bf!jean that…stares at his phone screen for like 3 straight minutes right after sending you a text. and then after that he’s checking it every minute lol.

bf!jean that…texts you good morning as soon as he wakes up, and good night before he sleeps (if he’s not falling asleep on facetime with you).

bf!jean that…hangs up with a “love you, mwah”, and kissing the air. this he is not ashamed to do in front of others. however +

bf!jean that…accidentally sent a heartfelt gibberish message made for only you to one of his best friends connie, and panics bc this is a side of him he reserves for your eyes only. he’s already making plans to elope with you somewhere far, far away where none of his friends would ever see him again.

#yes shes still a simp #dw connies a FCKING G and will make sure jean doesn’t get too embarassed lol #jean kirschtein scenarios #more jean kirschtein brainrot #jean kirschtein.#aot jean x reader #jean kirschtein #jean kirstein #jean kirschtein x reader #jean kirstein x reader #jean k.💭💗

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nightfall-kachiniko · 1 year

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Connie: OH MY GOD JEAN-

Jean: whattt?!

Connie: MARCO BOLDT FOUND DEAD AT 14

Jean: NOOOOOOOOOO

#aot #attackontitan #attack on titan #connie aot #connie springer headcanons #connie x reader #connie springer #connie snk #connie springer x reader #jean kirschtein scenarios #jean x you #jean kirschtein angst #jean kitschtein imagine #jean x reader #jean headcanons #marco bolt #marco aot

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chiquititaosita · 3 months

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La Bruja jean kirestein x latina reader

Reader is a healer, and uses herbal remedies and folk magick/medicine to help cure Jean’s empacho (blockages) from las jefas (bosses) he’s afraid of anything that’s not a doctor. He’s a skeptic fr fr. However this little curandera is just healed his wounds but did she heal his heart too?

@honeybleed @killxio @imissyuuji @timietate

he’d see you in the village of wall rose inside of the Karaness district. So kind. So loving. And so sweet. You were passing out food and crops to the poor, and you were always busy. But now he sees you in Marley. You both are in disguises. Cleaning and organizing the food stamps. It’s because you’re so intellectual they call you La bruja. A witch. you’re not even a witch. It’s just the home remedies you Perform it’s perfect. However there’s one particular day Jean and his squad had set up camp. And you come in.

“Mr Kirestien?” A calm sweeet voice pops into the tent. Jean is full of sweat on his face coughing, and feeling like a dying mess. And he never gets sick.

“Yup..” cough ”that’s me.” You just chuckle as you’re starting to sit up him up.

“how are you feeling?” She asks him with her two braids with the ribbons.

“Could be better to guess.” He grumbled sitting up, and flinched when you have an egg in your hand. “You’re not going to squash that on my head right??” you just chuckled.

“No, I’m going to cook you and feed you to Los pollos.” She laughs and shakes her head rubbing the egg all over him slowly saying a prayer. “Why so tense?”

Jean was always tense for real. Maybe it’s the pressure of the military police, or is that how he is after witnessing death so much. “Why so nosy?” He thought it would be adorable to be such a smart ass. You rolled your eyes. “You have a lot on your plate…” she mumbled as she’s now cracking the egg into a cup of water. “Ahh I see now.” Jean looks at y/n with a dumbfounded face

“Let me guess i got a curse placed on me.” He snorts, starting to wheeze. And then cough. “No. You actually have empacho. A blockage.” She explained and made the young man prop up as she poured him some water into his mouth. As he’s just been feeling queasy. Nodding. Then hacking because of how much mint is helping him breathe through his nose.

“Gah!! What the hell!” You then respond ”is something wrong?”

“You mad mad woman you’re supposed to make me feel better not try to kill me!!” There he couldn’t help to hear you giggle, and then that giggle would turn into a cackle. A true laugh a man hasn’t heard.

“What? What’s so funny?” He cocks his head. As you calm down and sigh wiping your eyes. “This.” You breath as you make your finger into a circle. “This is funny.” You then just sit down in the tent. Reading and performing your prayer rituals. “I will be here for at least two days. Three days including today.” She smiled winking at him and then grabs the the big plants to smack him.

“Lay down.” You command him, and you sounded like you were on top of his case. He smirks at you. “Or what, Missy??” He gives you that arrogant smile haughty laughter. You just slapped him with the leaves since they are palm leaves. Stinging his skin..

Then it happened day after day. During those three days. He’s felt a connection with you. Mamacita. Homeboy even loves your cooking. So when he finishes. And it’s your last day. “So um. I wanted to say thank you.” He coughs out his thanks.

“Did I hear gratitude?” He rolls his eyes as a playful scoff escaped his lips. “W-what no.” He crosses his arms frantically like he’s panicking. And then reveals his flowers of tulips in his back pocket.

“These are for you.” You blush smiling all sheepishly and hop up to your step and kiss his cheek. He stammers and looks at you with a sheepish look that made him all smitten. “S-say, I was wondering… since you saved my life…? How about I get you a job on the force??”

“Is this your way of asking me to come with you?” You giggle, and you also said yes.

#⋆˚✿˖° osita’s chisme time #. ⁺ 𓂋 𓈒 ♡ ositas aot master list #jean kirstein x reader #jean x reader #aot x poc!reader #jean kirschtein x latina!reader #farmer jean kirstein x reader #jean kirschtein fluff #jean kirschtein scenarios #aot masterlist #aot x reader

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levi-supreme · 3 months

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For your 600 follower event, can I get English breakfast tea and a scone? I’m a huge fan of Lord of the Rings and I talk through the movies a lot, quoting and critiquing them.

Characters: Jean x fem!reader

Prompts: Jean [English breakfast] and movie date [scone]

A/N: Hello there, and thank you so much for the support!!!! I'm sorry this took so long, and I hope you'll enjoy this sweet movie date with Jean!!! 💛 I am not very familiar with LOTR, so a big BIG shout out to @m-jelly for the help on this!!! Thank you so much Jelly! <3

I also apologise for the amount of dialogues in there oops! Having a lovers' squabble with Jean was actually pretty fun to write. Also, I had to rely on youtube videos for a crash course on LOTR so I hope I managed to nail something, and I hope you'll like it too!

Rei’s 600 Follower Event: Date-A-Boyfriend (Closed)

Once a month, you and your boyfriend Jean would organise a movie marathon, and this month, is was your turn to host and choose a movie. You chose to watch The Lord of the Rings as it was your absolute favourite, and you would never miss a chance to watch the movies over and over again.

You two prepared loads of snacks as you knew how long the movies were. There were salted and caramel popcorn, nachos and cheese, pretzels, crackers and dips, veggie chips, cookies, biscuits, chocolate, and also soft drinks as well.

"Remind me how long the marathon would last again?" Jean questioned as you sat on the couch, holding a large bowl of freshly popped caramel popcorn.

"It's 11 hours and 26 minutes, Jean," you giggled, feeding him some hot popcorn. Jean raised his eyebrow.

"Really? I swear the internet told me it was shorter."

You rolled your eyes and laughed, eating some popcorn, "of course it's longer, honey. We have to go with the extended version. It's the only acceptable answer." Jean took the blanket and covered it over both your legs.

"I better not catch you dozing off halfway, then." Jean playfully pinched your cheek. "You always doze off when we get to The Two Towers."

"Nah-uh, not today, sweetie," you laughed and ate some more popcorn, "I'm gonna stay awake." Jean merely smirked and muttered 'that's what you said the last time' under his breath.

"I heard that," you scowled, playfully poking Jean on his ticklish spots making him howl with laughter, "I'll stay awake this time. I promise." Once Jean stopped laughing and you both were comfortable, you took the remote control and started the movie.

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"You actually did stay up all the way, huh?" Jean stretched and yawned loudly when the credits started rolling. Looking at the clock in the living room, it was already close to 7am. Maybe you two could even go to the café nearby for breakfast. You finished your cup of lemonade and turned to face your boyfriend.

"I told you I was going to stay awake." You looked at Jean smugly, stretching your neck and your arms. The both of you continued watching the ending credits roll by silently. You've always had a lingering question in your head every time you watched The Lord of the Rings, and this time, you needed to get this question out of your mind.

"Jean." You broke the silence after the credits finished rolling.

"Hmm?"

"Can I ask you something?"

Jean sensed your tone of voice a little different than usual. He eyed you nervously and gulped before nodding, "... yeah?"

"What would you do... if you were in Aragorn's shoes?" You turned to Jean as he looked at you silently. "What would you have done if it were you?"

Jean was tongue-tied. He looked as though he had something to say, yet he just opened and closed his mouth like a gaping goldfish.

"I would've done the same, you know," you turned towards the TV again, "I would've done what Arwen did. I'd give up immortality for a life with the person I love most."

"And I would stop you from doing so, exactly like what Aragorn did."

"But why?" You questioned Jean again, and he remained silent. "Why would you do that?"

"Because I would want you to be happy." Jean stared hard at you. "I—j-just, well. Just imagine. You would've outlived me, for sure. What will happen to you once I'm gone? You're going to be all alone, and you're going to be miserable. You're going to die of a broken heart like Arwen, and I wouldn't want that to happen to you. I don't want you to suffer."

"I beg to differ," you took Jean's hand and held it, "I don't care about all that. Yeah, sure, I will be alone, but at least I was happy. I may be heartbroken without you, but I wouldn't have any regrets. I'd rather live a short but fulfilling life and die of a broken heart than to live a long life filled with regrets."

Jean gripped your hand tighter, staring hard at you again. "Sweetie. Listen to me. That's silly, and very risky, okay? Arwen chose to give up her immortality and look at what happened? If the ring wasn't destroyed, she would have died. All her choices and decisions would have gone to waste."

"But look at them! Arwen saw her future with Aragorn, and they even had a family together. She decided to take a gamble for her happiness and for the man she loved. If that isn't the purest and most beautiful form of love, I don't know what else is.

"Sometimes you just have to take a gamble, honey," you loosened your grip and gently cupped Jean's cheek, "I'll put my faith in the people I trust, and I believe in them too. I'll do anything in my power to be with you.

"Remember what Arwen said to Aragorn in Rivendell? She said 'I would rather share one lifetime with you than face all the ages of this world alone', and that is exactly what I want to tell you too. It doesn't matter that I'll be alone. What matters is that I get be with you, and that's already more than enough."

Jean looked at you again and sighed, laughing and shaking his head in defeat, "fine, sweetie, you win, okay? I'm yours until the end of eternity."

Smiling, you gently pat Jean's cheek, giving him a kiss. "And so am I. I'm yours until the end of eternity too."

As you stretched your limbs on the couch, Jean looked at you again and suddenly, he pulled you into his embrace and hugged you tightly. Your arms snaked up his back and hugged him in return, and the both of you remained in each other's embrace.

"I know your question was hypothetical, but don't ask me things like this again, 'kay? It's scary." Jean muttered out of a sudden, causing you to break out a laughter.

"You're ruining the moment, Jean, shhh," you giggled, nuzzling your head in the crook of his neck, "just keep quiet and hug me." The both of you continued hugging each other on the couch, until Jean's stomach rumbled loudly, making you burst out laughing again.

"Well I'm sorry to ruin the moment again, but I'm starving, and I want food. Proper food." Your giant boyfriend grumbled and shook himself free from the hug. "Let's wash up and get breakfast." Jean complained again and pushed himself off the couch, dragging you to the bathroom while you had a wide smile on your face.

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90ekz · 1 year

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color me purple <3 ft j. kirstein

୨⎯ tags ⎯୧- black fem reader, hickeys, kink discovery, switch!jean, dom!reader, sexual tension, jealousy, reader & jean are roommates, grinding/dry humping, nipple play, [light] degradation.

being roommates with jean is harder than you’d imagined.

between the lack of shirts he wears, and the pants that hang ridiculously low on his hips and leave nothing to the imagination—like, at all—you often find yourself clenching your thighs together just to ignore the dull ache that occurs there way too often.

not to mention his loose curls and pretty teeth, mixed with how sweet he was to you on the first day you met him. that smooth voice telling you how grateful he was for you almost left you in a puddle on the floor.

jean is levelheaded, and seemed a bit private, which didn’t bother you.

but since the day you met him, he’s made one thing very clear.

jean kirstein fucks.

there’s often times you’d return back to your shared apartment to hear heavy whines and whimpers, accenting the rough knocking on the wall.

sometimes you’d be working in the living room, just to catch jean strutting out of his bedroom, wiping his lips with a slight smirk.

“you’re fuckin’ nasty.”

he’d always smile at you with those eyes, post-orgasm haze still lingering on his features. it was like he knew that the sound of him groaning lowly through the walls made your body hot, and he was taking advantage of that.

“just havin’ fun. no shame in that, right?”

hmm. whatever.

it’s not like you cared. it’s not like you wanted it to be you under him instead, not like you wanted to make him moan even louder than-

you didn’t care.

your eyes dropped heavily with a sigh, so hard that you almost missed jean ushering the girl out of his room and to her car. he smiled once more at you before closing the door the apartment.

you couldn’t help but notice the bright red and purple marks decorating her nape and lower back, and wondered how they would look on your skin.

or… jean’s skin. how would he look with marks all over his body?

it doesn’t matter.

even now, sitting on the couch weeks later, the question lingered in your mind still. you just… you wanted to ruin his perfect skin.

the more you saw him shirtless, the more you wanted to color him red and purple. it made your whole body throb with desire and want.

he hadn’t had a girl over since the last incident, either.

“god i’m starving. i might run out and get some food, you want something? i’ll probably go to that new indian place downtown…”

half the words that he was saying to you weren’t registering, with that big bulging chest in your face, only a wifebeater to cover it. your thoughts once again wandered back to how badly you wanted to mark him, and suddenly you were on your tippy toes, kissing his plush lips.

he instantly melted into it, teeth smacking against your lips as he couldn’t hold back his smile.

“o-oh. i like that.”

for the first time since you met, jean was being shy, clearly shocked by your sudden attack on his lips. but he didn’t stop you, pulling you into his lips once more.

his tongue explored your mouth with stupor, causing a few whines to slip out of your mouth. fuck, he was trying to swallow you whole, almost like he was hungry for it.

he pulled away with a gasp, considering he hadn’t come up for air in a while. you didn’t give him any time to breathe though, as you instantly pressed your lips to his neck and sucked.

jean nothing short of falls apart, his now hard cock making itself known on your inner thigh. when you pulled off, you whined at how dark you’d made the mark. it was so much hotter than you’d imagined.

so hot that you didn’t hesitate to rip off his tank and color his chest just the same.

“s-shit! ‘s sensitive..”

you muttered praises and reassurances into jean’s plush chest as you colored him purple and red, your own body burning hot as you listened to his desperate groans.

it didn’t help that he was being such a slut by grinding his sensitive cock onto your thigh.

jean just couldn’t help but chuckle, though.

“what’s so funny, jean?”

“you’re—ngh fuck—you’re so into this, aren’t you?”

you smacked you teeth in annoyance, because he was right. your panties were absolutely soaked, and there was a throbbing ache between your thick thighs that was growing harder and harder to ignore.

“maybe i’m just into how much of a slut you’re being.”

that only made him grind his hips harder.

you made it a point to rub circles on his nipples in the pace of his thrusts. your only goal—your resolve, was to make him cum untouched.

“what if i made you cum without ever touching your dick? what would that do to you?”

“f-fuuck. dn’t leave me like that, give it t’me…”

you smiled serenely at him, pretty eyes brimming with tears.

who were you to deny your baby?

#jean kirschtein scenarios #jean x black reader #jean kirschtein x reader #aot headcanons #jean smut #jean kirschtein fluff #aot spoilers #im pregnant #idk how to write sub men #i tried pls pity me #i’m 😵‍💫😵‍💫

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sommerflue-22 · 11 months

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Baby Delivery — Jean Kirschtein Headcanons

Featuring: Connie Springer, Sasha Braus

Content Warning: f!reader, modern setting, hospital setting, baby delivery, epidural anesthesia, mention of blood

Word Count: 0.5k

A/n: The research I did for this headcanons? Plenty. I hope you enjoy this because I had a lot of fun writing this >.<

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Jean accompanying you in the hospital room just a few hours before you're in labor. He called Connie and Sasha over for supports. Everything was fine when you're still in the early stage of labor, but when the pain kicks in, boy were they panicking

Connie froze as he saw the anesthesiologist prepared the needle for epidural, gripping Sasha's arm for his dear life. He fainted when they injected it into your back.

When it was time for you to start pushing, they rolled you to the delivery room. Jean followed you, leaving Sasha in your room with Connie who was still unconscious.

Jean squeezed your hand tightly as you started pushing, helping you breathe as well. Boy, he wasn't prepared for what's coming. You squeezed Jean's hand so hard when it gets even more painful, which made him yelped.

"Damn, (y/n), where did that strength go whenever you're opening a bottle cap?!" "SHUT UP!" "Sorry, sorry! You're doing amazing, honey! Here, squeeze my hand, I don't care if you break it... but please don't."

Jean gave unnecessary yet harmless comments here and there. You yelled at him because of the pain, but you also appreciate what he's doing. He even made the staffs in the delivery room chuckle a few times.

He stayed with you throughout the whole labor process.

When you finally gave birth to your child, your heart was filled with joy. The nurse let you hold your newborn, Jean could only watch from the side. You knew he wanted to hold the baby, but he was afraid of the blood.

"I'm about to cry..." "You can cry, Jean." "...Yeah, I think I'll do that." He cried a little.

Jean also stayed by your side when you pushed the placenta out. He took a glance at it once and the color drained from his face.

"I think I need to go to the bathroom." He went out of the delivery room. He vomited.

After the whole process of cleaning you up, they rolled you back to the room where Jean, Connie, and Sasha were waiting. You're so used to seeing them being silly and cracking jokes, so it was definitely a new experience. They stood around your bed, asking you how you feel. You're really tired but you answered them. You're so grateful to have a husband and two friends like them.

When it's time for you to breastfeed your baby, Sasha won't left your side. She adored your little one and smiled as you held your baby in your arms.

"I hope you grow up quickly so I can take you out to get ice cream." Sasha said with the softest voice. You could tell that she's going to be your child's favorite aunt.

Jean, Connie, and Sasha took turn in accompanying you in the hospital during your stay there. They got really excited when the nurse brought your baby in. Connie took a lot of videos to send to your other friends. Sasha talked to the baby a lot, promising him/her that she would take them to lots of restaurants and other places.

Jean? Jean was always next to you, holding your hand and kissing your forehead, telling you how proud he was of you.

Overall a great experience. They loved you so much and they couldn't wait to watch your baby grow.

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zujime · 2 years

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just thinking about when you’re getting ready to do the freak nasty with jean, connie, eren, or armin and you stop right before taking your clothes off cause you’re insecure about having pubic hair down there.

jean would reassure you that it’s normal and show you his little happy trail that connected to a light brown bush, in hopes that you’d feel somewhat better, but if you don’t feel like it anymore he’s more than willing to just cuddle or something.

armin who also would try to softly talk you out of that insecurity, telling you he has one too if that makes you feel any better (and he probably is insecure about his too), before sheepishly showing you his. he also wouldn’t pressure you into continuing.

connie who would already be booty-butt-ass-naked saying “shouldn’t everyone have that? anyway look at mine!” he’d kind of see it as a competition and get jokingly (or maybe literally) sad if you have more than him. man would be showing it off like a trophy. wouldn’t be serious about any of this and would probably forget you guys were about to fuck.

eren who’s only in loose sweatpants that he swiftly tugged off to show you mini eren’s well kept mane, looking at you like there’s something wrong with you before going over to you and continuing where you both had left off unless you don’t feel like it anymore.

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mommypieck · 1 year

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OMG I LOVE KINKTOBER SO MUCH IM EARLY AND IS IT OKAY IF I REQUEST A CHARACTER FOR A DAY? If yes I was thinking Jean and number 10🥺

(sorry im late)

༺ ♱ ༻ kinktober day ten: drunk sex

✿ jean kirstein

✿ punk guitarist hates groupies and you sure as hell aren't one but he makes sure to turn you into one but just for him

bitter taste fills your mouth as you take inhale of your cigarette. you're sitting on top of someone's car in front of some old record store with your friend mikasa by your side. mikasa made you go to a punk gig with her and promised you that they are going to be actually good, but all you could think about is how bad the main singers singing was and how the drummer just couldn't keep the rhythm. the only interesting thing about the whole show was the main guitarist although he seemed high out of his mind. but at least his hands were pretty. oh come on, it's been a while since you got laid so you had permission to think about some random punk guys fingers inside of you. someone's eyes woke you up from your daydreaming and your own fell right into the guitarists. he was watching your every move without even checking what his hands were doing. you raised your eyebrow at him, trying to get any reaction out of him, but he just shook his head, turning his head down to look at his guitar.

"i heard that some girls got to fuck the guys last week." mikasa said, punching your softly in your arm. you turned to face her, blowing your cigarette into her face. "what are you implying?" you asked as you gave her one large smirk. you could sense what she was thinking from the light in her eyes.

she's always wanted to be a groupie for some band and she didn't care that only few people knew this band. she actually dragged you were because she slept with the drummer few days ago and he was polite enough to tell her their next gig. you just hoped that the guy's nice enough to treat your best friend right. (and that he's not obsessed with sid and nancy as much as mikasa)

the show ended and the guys were more than happy to receive applause from the fifteen people standing in the parking lot. you chuckled to yourself, thinking about how every band started like this.

"come on." mikasa whispered yelled at you, dragging you by your wrist to meet the band. the guys eyed you as you stood in front of them, the guitarist slithering his arms around mikasas waist. there were other girls who came to meet the group so eventually every member got distracted with some girl for a night.

the only one who was missing was the guitarist, but you quickly found him laying in the backseat of their car, joint in one band, bottle of vodka in the other. the car door fully open, leaving you clear view of his tall mascular body.

"hey." he smiles at you when he sees you peeping at him. you look around, the sudden aloneness making you a bit more confident.

"hi." you mumble back at him. he watches you carefully, his eyes never leaving his body.

"wanna drink?" he asks you, holding up his bottle for you. you take his offer, drowning the liquor down your throat. he smiles when he sees you drink the booze with ease.

"you're so quiet," he says with light chuckle, "you're not a groupie, are you?" you shake your head at him and he only nods.

"not everyone is so eager to jump on your dick." you say with a smirk, looking him straight in the eyes. he raises one eyebrow at you, but he looks pleased with your sentence.

"is that so?" he asks, sitting manspread in the backseat, "you're a feisty one. i want you."

as much as you try to deny it, his attitude sends chills down your spine.

"i know you want me to."

and it's true, you want him so much.

"you look so innocent. are you sure you know how to suck dick?" he asks you, laughing at his own line. you drop down to your knees in front of him, taking his length into your mouth. the heaviness of his cock makes you moan out, earning a chuckle from jean. you start to move your head along his cock, trying to take him deeper. your tongue brushes against his vein, making jean push your head down. you choke when more of jeans cock hits the back of your throat.

"what's that? are you choking already?" he coos at you, loving the way tears fill into your eyes.

"how bout we try something different?" he asks, lifting you up and mentioning you to sit on his lap. his hands grab a handful of your ass and jean grabs your chin to push your mouth against his. the kiss is dirty and messy and you can feel the liquor on his lips, but it's addicting and you can't get enough.

"show me that pretty pussy." he whispers against your mouth and his hands already tugging your panties down. you sit naked on his lap as he watches you carefully.

"im talking those." he whispers, taking your panties and putting them into his car drawer.

he takes his cock into hand, brushing it up and down your slit before slipping into your warm cunt. you both moan at the stimulation. he takes hold of your asscheeks again, moving you up and down on his cock. he can't get enough of your cunt, moaning when you bounce harder. you roll your hips faster when you feel the knot in your stomach tighten.

"don't tell me you are about to cum, pretty girl." he says as he bounces you harder. you scream out as you cum in his lap. but jean goes even harder and faster, fucking you through your orgasm. you feel like a toy in his arms, just a toy he has for playing.

"cum one more time and im gonna stuff you full." he says, slapping your ass and bouncing you even harder. you cum and your mind goes black. you can swear you blacked out but the next thing you know is that he's shooting his cum inside.

"good girl." he whispers into your hair and kissing your head.

he helps you off his lap and you can't help but to cringe when you feel his cum running down your legs.

"what's that face for?" he laughs when he sees your discomfort, "don't tell me you don't like being filled with cum?"

he steps closer to you and you feel his arms wrap around your body.

"next time, im gonna fill you even more."

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sanb3rry · 1 year

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Hi! I loved your Jean fic so much! 🥰🥰🥰

If you're still open to taking requests, could you possibly do one with an "enemies to lovers" and "hurt-comfort" tropes wherein reader and Jean are always arguing with each other (similar to the canon dynamic between Jean and Eren in the series), but Jean makes a remark that takes things too far and hurts the reader big-time so reader avoids him and Jean gradually realizes that he actually misses the reader.

lover boy !

in which jean's words finally get him in trouble.

cw : angst kinda??, asshole! jean, fem! reader, he gets better tho dw, angst to fluff.

"wow, fuck you jean" you bumped into him as you both played mario kart in connie's apartment. "not my fault you suck ass" he retorted.

your relationship with jean was complicated, to say the least. yea, you argued with each other but if anyone messes with you he'd beat their ass and the same goes for you with him.

you've been crushing on him for a while now but will you admit it? no. will you accept your friends' claims about him liking you back? no, obviously not.

this crush didn't come out of nowhere either, yes jean is very attractive but there are times when he's the nicest person to you. especially when you aren't feeling the best, he catches on to your emotions pretty quickly considering how close you two are.

like mentioned before it's complicated.

connie and sasha were giggling to themselves as they opened the pizza box you ordered. "honestly, why are you so annoying" you asked, "you only think i'm annoying cause i'm beating you in mario kart." he replied.

"that's not true, i think you're annoying all the time."

"uh huh, sure you do."

"ok, that's enough you two." sasha intervened. "anyways how'd that date go with that guy?" she changed the topic.

"shitty." you answered, her attempt to lift the mood had failed. "as expected." jean said.

"what's that supposed to mean?" you questioned, jean glanced at you and back at the tv. "i'm just saying that almost every date or relationship you've been in always ends up being "shitty" or whatever." he explained. "i'm starting to think maybe the problem isn't the guy.".

your eyes widened, "that's low, jean." connie said. "don't connie, i'm leaving." you said as you got your things. "c'mon, i didn't mean it like that" jean said, "yea, don't leave cause of him, please." sasha pleaded. "i'll text you when i get home." you said to sasha. and just like that you left.

"way to ruin the mood jean." connie remarked, "you better apologize."

it's been a week and you haven't talked to jean. and no, he hadn't even come to apologize to you.

honestly, he missed the banters or stupid fights you got with him a lot, and you missed him too but if what he said is what he really thinks then you're better off without him.

it got very awkward whenever you hung out with connie or sasha cause he's always there just looking at you, trying to say something but he just leaves, it's ridiculous.

so when he called you to "talk" right after your last class you agreed.

"uh, i'm sorry about last week. i wasn't thinking right." he said. "yea, you weren't" he chuckled at your comment. "i don't like seeing you get hurt by these people when there are plenty of guys who would treat you the right way, and we both know you aren't the problem, you're an amazing person, i just worded it the wrong way. i'm sorry, i missed you a lot this past week." he continued. his apology was genuine, you could tell.

"i accept your apology, but it still stings when the people you're closest to say stuff like that, y'know." you said, "i know, and i'm so sorry. i didn't mean what i said at all, i'll make it up to you, i swear." you nodded.

"jean, were you talking about yourself when you said 'plenty of guys who would treat you right'." you asked.

"... i mean, i know i'm not the nicest person but if you give me a chance, i swear i'll be the best. it's totally fine if you don't want to either, i don't want to pressure you, especially after what i said last week." he smiled.

"take me on a date and then i'll decide, lover boy."

"deal." he was gonna make it up to you no matter what.

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strbymacaroon · 10 months

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do you think you could write little hc's about Confession Jean and Nun!reader sneaking around the church to do little cute things? like really fluffy new relationship things? your writing is breath taking girl 🥺💞

Awh!! Thank you so much nonny!!❤️

I’ve honest never done headcannons before, but I’ll give it a go for you bae!!

Here’s the original post these headcannons are based off of! Here!!

You don’t have to read to understand!!

Priest! Jean x Nun! Reader!

Warnings: lots of kissing! Oral sex, dirty talk, sneaking around, secret relationships, getting caught, etc.

When you woke up uh the morning, you didn’t recognize the room you were in. The sheets impossibly soft, the place warm with joy. And before the thoughts of last night could even flood your head, Jean was already all over you. Pulling you impossibly close to his body while smiling non-stop.

Telling you sweet nothings about how happy he is, and how long he’s been dreaming about waking up to your face. Also, “You’re my little secret.”

You remember smiling like a loser, repeating back to him like a praying chant, “I’m your secret.” Right before he would attack you with kisses.

It felt surreal. Being in the room of the man you’ve denied for so long, with him wanting you too.

Right before you would have run into his closet, because Father Eren needed to talk to Jean about something he deemed— “Couldn’t wait another hour.”

You tried to your best not the burst out laughing when Jean constantly ushered Eren that this was a matter they could discuss another time.

Little did you know, this was a start of a very clingy and exciting relationship.

You always were given cleaning duty, and what you may be cleaning? The garden. A place you honestly couldn’t go a minute without thinking of Jean on his knees and…

Go away dark thoughts!

You loved the garden, truly did, but Jesus it was hard to focus on your duties when Father Jean always decided to have a middle of the day stroll. Especially when he looked so nice in the sun.

“What you doin’ there?”

You know, he knows, what you’re doing. But you answer anyway. “Gardening.” You answer is swift, cutting a weed from the ground as if it were the physical period to your sentence.

Suddenly, he’s standing right behind you, blocking the sun from your body. “Looks good so far.” You can feel his hand on your head, “You look good.”

It wasn’t long before your dirt stained hands were in his hair, touching his chest as he kissed you. His hands pulling your body close to his.

It’s exhilarating.

Jean smiles against your lips, “Hey, you come here often?” He pulls you back, sitting on the fountains ledge and letting you sit on his lap.

You shake your head, “Just on Sundays.” You whisper.

Jean laughs whole heartily, before finally kissing you again. Moving your hips again his, practically whining into your lips.

That’s until you hear the crunching of footsteps. You practically leap off him, unfortunately forgetting you’re right next to a fountain.

Practically falling into the tub of clear water.

Jean eyes widen, his head snapping back to you and the entrance of the center garden. Confused on if he should help you, or run so the two of you don’t get caught.

Unfortunately, his heart was too big to leave you be. So, he quickly tried helping you up. Only to be pulled into the water himself. Practically trapping you in his arms while his body hovered over you.

“What the hell is going on?”

Wait, you know that voice?..

“Sasha?!” You shout, peeking your head up. Shit, you completely forgot she also helped you with gardening.

“Oh, you’re so dead.”

And that’s how Sasha knew you and Jean were secretly—doing each other.

You glancing at the kids, than back at Jean leaning on the frame of your door. His hand touching the top, while he towered over you.

“I don’t know… I don’t want to leave the kids—“

“Please?” Jean asked, grabbing your waist and pulling you close to his body. “Please, please.” His practically begging now, using a tone that makes your belly flutter.

You part your lips, before sighing. “Okay, five minutes.”

Jean is practically dragging you behind him, shoving you in a room and shutting the door behind him. Until he pausing, his eyes meeting with Eren.

Jean just waved, then threw the door shut.

Next thing you know Jean’s making out with your cunt, while telling you soft praises. His tongue working against your clit while his eyes watch your perfect expression.

“So good, you’re doing so good for me, baby.” His whispers.

“You like this shit?” He laughed into your pussy, “Such a slut.” He pulled you closer to his mouth. “Love you like this.”

“You gonna cum?” He cooes, “Do it on my face.” He sighs out, his hand rubbing over his cock straining against his pants. “Please, cum, I need it.”

His hand moves to finger you, pressing on your g-spot and groaning as you squeeze around him.

It isn’t long before the two of you are walking out of the room, his perfect hair once slicked back now messy and unruly.

And you panties?

Stuffed in his pocket.

Jean says he wants something to always remember you by. Since he can’t even spend five minutes without being around or inside of you.

The moment Jean saw you on your knees, was the moment he wanted to end everything for a life with you. Despite how much he loved his job.

Then again, he loved doing this with you. He loved you.

Scary, but so exciting!

Jean slapped his hand over your mouth, pressing you against the wall, and practically dropping his ice-cream.

Your heart is racing, and you can feel Jean’s pulse though his hand, but he’s smiling. Removing his hand and kissing you. You can’t help but relax into him, fluttering your eyes shut.

It’s Sister Mary. She's talking to Father Eren.

You can hear their footsteps getting closer, and closer, and closer, and closer.

But Jean’s in his own little world. With you as it's creator.

Jean finally pulls back, his forehead pressed against yours. He's smiling, staring into you. He doesn't say anything, he's just admiring.

You listen, hearing them walk past the kitchen, and down the hall. Even though she's gone, Jean doesn't move.

You laugh, pressing your finger against the ice-cream and lift it to his lips. Smearing some of the sticky cream over his face.

Jean laughed, taking your finger in his mouth and swirling his tongue around the tip of your finger.

He smiles, practically in another world as he says, “I love you."

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