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st4rb3rr13s · 2 days

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Eren Headcanons

Guys I can’t write stories rn. Like genuinely writers block is eating me up. So headcanons for my pookies 😍 missed you all!! (Would I be in the wrong for going into different fandoms?? How would yall like a Gojo x reader or yall want me to keep this AOT??)

Anyways! Eren headcanons. Random ones idk

Eren can barbecue. I’ve told yall he’s a limited chef but when he gets on that grill?? Oh baby even Jean shuts his mouth. The ribs be TOO good like genu who taught this man how to make this food?? Cause his father cannot cook and Mama Carla can cook and bake but isn’t fond with grilling…(It was Onyankopon.)

Eren would definitely want matching tattoos with you. If you’re not fine with that, that’s ok but when you two become engaged?? He’s bringing it up. If you said yes during your two’s honeymoon is when you’d get it. I believe he’d want your first and newly last initial on his ring finger and want you to get his initials.

Eren squeals like super loud. Tell me I’m wrong. Like when he gets really excited about something or is really energized when with you he’ll just start squealing. It’s super cute at times, especially when ur not expecting it.

Eren is the type to catch a spider in his hands. Either his hands or the paper and glass method. He doesn’t believe in killing something just because it’s somewhere it’s not supposed to be. (His mom read a poem like that to him and now he never wants to kill a spider.)

Eren loves inviting Armin and Mikasa over when he owns an apartment or house. Would invite them over for a little house party or just dinner. You’d come home and see the three watching a movie super loud or talking about whatever. It warmed your heart.

Eren’s mother, Mama Carla? When you two get an apartment/house together she’d be there every single day. She wouldn’t trust Eren cooking or holding his end of cleaning. The two would have mini arguments everyday because of how much she’d come over. You always welcomed her with open arms. (Eren did too but he was sick of her antics.)

Eren’s clothes are so oversized it’s not even funny. A lot of people don’t realize he has a build until one day he wears a compression shirt. But he loves his oversized sweats, hoodies, t-shirts, anything tbh. Just keep it oversized and he’ll love it.

Eren would yell while playing uno. He would take it so seriously he’d yell at his brother about not picking up the right cards, and no one else tbh. He would just get aggravated, ESPECIALLY with his dad. Eren can’t play uno with his dad or he has to take a walk outside afterwards. (His dad tried to argue about picking up 4+ cards.(Mikasa won’t force him but Eren will.))

Eren would love sea animals as a kid. I believe he used to go to aquariums all the time, he’s probably have fishes in his room. As he got older his love for sea animals never stopped and has a little charm of a manatees on his vanity.

Eren’s room is mainly colors like gray, black, and white. He wouldn’t really want to decorate his room and doesn’t care for what the color is. As long as he has a bed and TV it doesn’t matter. (His childhood room is so big you know his bad ass did so much shit.)

Eren’s childhood bedroom has holes. He was a kid who punched the wall. He also was a kid who ran into walls. His mom covered it up with vanity’s with mirrors, desk, posters, really anything until he turned 16/17 and calmed down.

Eren first didn’t think becoming a lawyer was interesting so he became a doctor. Suddenly when Mikasa and him did a fake debate he actually liked it to the point Mikasa almost convinced him to be a lawyer. Almost until she explained how much college he had to do and all the law things he had to memorize and he gave up.

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stxrrydreamss · 4 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.”

Armin, Jean, Levi, Kirishima, Izuku, Bakugo, Hawks, Aizawa, Senku, Gen, Tsukasa, Saeyoung, Saeran, Zen, Jumin, V, Yoosung

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atropellabuelas3mil · 1 month

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Omg jean 🤯

#drawing #attack on titan #digital art #shingeki no kyojin #snk #aot #aot fanart #jean kirstein #jean aot

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l1p3k4 · 7 days

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Bad Boy Jean

#jean kirstein #attack on titan #aot #snk #shingeki no kyojin #armin arlert #marco bodt #jean aot

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luc1-anna · 21 days

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Relaxing on your husband's chest, trying to get the dirty thoughts of him out of your mind, but how could you when he looked so hot underneath you, chest rising with each breath, itching you ever so close to his nipple.

Impulsive thoughts getting the best of you as your tongue etched it's way out and gently moved along his nipple. Resulting in his eyes opening, with excuse that he was just resting them.

Glancing up at him as you smirked, knowing he wouldn't stop you as he was just as horny as you. Lips presenting a kiss onto his nipple as you readjusted your position. Hearing his little mumbles of inaudible speech, made you even hornier as your mouth engulfed his nipple, tongue swirling around. To make it even better, your other hand reached his other nipple, making sure to tease that one. Resulting in a moan and a leg being adjusted as he tried not to squirm away.

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hinasakuino · 5 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.

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.

#banner by cafekitsune #jean x reader smut #jean kirstein smut #jean x you #jean kirstein imagine #jean kirstein x reader #jean x reader #jean kirschstein x reader #jean kirstein #jean smut #jean kirstein x y/n #jean kirschtein x you #jean kirschstein #jean aot #jean kirschtein smut #jean kirschtein headcanons #jean kirschtein x reader

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jeankirsteinsgrlfrnd · 5 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 · 6 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 · 1 year

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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.

#aot #attack on titan #captain levi #levi ackerman #shingeki no kyojin #snk #eren jaeger #levi heichou #leviackerman #jean kirstein #Jean kirschstein #jean attack on titan #jean aot #jean snk #eren yeager #attack on titan eren

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chrollohearttags · 6 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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yuckarmin · 1 year

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HOW HE SOUNDS | jean kirstein nsfw audio ˖ ࣪ . 𖧧 ࿐

˚ . ₊˚⊹ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!! jean x fem!reader, nsfw headcanons, swearing, nsfw audio [ please use headphones cuties! ] — mdni, requested <3

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 🫶🏾

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#ivy’s works ૮ ♡ ੭ #jean x reader #attack on titan #attack on titan x reader #jean x reader smut #jean kirschstein #jean krischtein x reader #jean aot #snk x reader #aot x reader #jean krischtein x reader smut #snk headcanons #jean krischtein headcanons #aot headcanons

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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.

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.

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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.

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.

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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.

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.

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tags!: @hangesgirlypop @negrospirit @yiugen

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eli0004 · 1 month

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Fuck me With Feelings

Pairing: Fwb!Jean Kirstein x reader

Genre: Smut

Summary: Jean and reader have been casually fucking, but Jean quickly learns that the whole no strings attached thing isn’t working for him. After confessing to reader, he’s unsatisfied with her response, but neglects to say anything and resumes their meetups as usual. He quickly finds out how badly he misunderstood, when the two of them engage in some very heavy, passionate and emotional sex on the kitchen floor.

Contains: marijuana usage, fem!reader, unprotected sex, fwb arrangement, praise, slight overstimulation, jean talks too much, biting, possessiveness, pining, jean is in love and SO soft for reader, fluffy shit, yk…the usual, no power dynamics.

“Wait…grab me the salt” You speak, lowering the cookbook to look at the tall male standing in front of you.

“Salt.” Jean announces as he sets the small white shaker on the counter beside you. You nod curtly, glancing at him out of the corner of your bleary red eyes with a smile as you turn back to the mixing bowl in front of you. Time is moving in slow motion, and all you can think about is getting some food in your stomach.

“Thanks. Now, it says we’re supposed to pour the mixture into the pan? Wait…shit, aren’t we supposed to butter the pan first?”

The two of you look at each other in shared confusion for a moment, before he begins laughing. You scoff in annoyance, rolling your eyes and shoving the cook book towards him to see for himself.

“Jesus Jean, can you be serious for 5 minutes?” You glare. The sandy-blonde stops laughing and looks at you with an unreadable expression, brown eyes glimmering with mischief before you both erupt in laughter.

As the giggles die out, he pokes at your side, causing you to jump in surprise, before stepping away from the counter.

“Alright alright, out of the way.” He sighs happily, taking the bowl from your hand. “Just leave it to the professional.” He turns up his nose, grinning playfully, as you roll your eyes and groan at his feigned arrogance. You slap his shoulder as you move away from the counter to change the music playing through your kitchen speaker.

It’s a Friday night, and the rain is coming down in sheets, slamming against your windows aggressively. Jean, dressed in a pair of grey sweats and a black oversized hoodie, had come over earlier in the evening as he has so many times before, although this time in particular, different from the rest. His demeanor had seemed slightly off, and it was clear something was on his mind, though he only seemed frustrated when you’d initially prodded.

The two of you had been seeing each other for months in secret, having mutual friends who would tease you both relentlessly if they found out you two were fucking. Because that’s all it was anyway, just harmless fucking. No strings attached, just blowing off steam. There wasn’t any need to announce it, and the both of you would’ve rather kept your business to yourselves anyway.

As time went on, however, Jean found himself hopelessly in love, having accidentally attached all the strings you’d told him to leave unattached. Your twinkling eyes, your sweet smile, the first thought he thinks in the morning, the last one of the night. Unbeknownst to him, the feeling was mutual, and you’d also quickly found yourself wanting to spend more time together outside of the bedroom. Earlier that morning, in a burst of courage Jean had texted you:

“i don’t think i can keep fucking with no feelings. I’m sorry…i just don’t know how to turn them off.”

Without much thought, you typed out a response:

“Ok…fuck me with feelings then. Duh.”

And that was that. He wasn’t sure what to make of it, stomach in knots all day, and a permanent frown etched onto his face. He felt defeated, stupid, for thinking he could stay away from you even if you didn’t feel the same.

The day progressed as usual, Jean arrived at your place 8 PM as usual, the two of you got violently high together as usual. By midnight, hungry and handsy, the two of you ended up in the kitchen trying to follow a recipe for skillet gnocchi, despite your altered cognitive abilities.

“Professional” Jean Kirstein is actually pretty good at cooking when he isn’t stoned out of his mind. But the task at hand is proving to be difficult now. The man stares at the skillet on the stove in confusion as you flip through your Spotify playlist. Recognizing the silence, you turn to him and glance over his shoulder.

“Everything ok over there?” You ask, raising a brow.

“Nothing is happening.” He states, matter of factly.

“Did you turn on the stove?”

“Oh..” He blushes furiously, thick brows pulling together as he scratches the back of his neck in embarrassment. “Well, shit” You immediately burst into laughter, slapping his shoulder a second time, affectionately.

“Wow! So “professional” of you!” You all but shout, doubled over against the counter and clutching your stomach. He rolls his hazy honey brown eyes, unamused at your exploitative jokes.

“Yeah yeah, whatever.” He grumbles, turning away from you to find the stove dial. You sigh contentedly as your laughter subsides.

“Oh Jeanbo~ you’re so fucking cute…” you hum mindlessly, gazing at him with a dopey smile.

…

Jean freezes. It’s the first time he’s ever really heard you say something like that, and the affection dripping from your words has his stomach fluttering and his mind reeling. It’s unfair, really, and it irritates him. He turns to look at you in surprise, brows furrowed, eyes meeting yours before he looks to the ceiling. His reddened cheeks puff out as he contemplates a response.

“Uh…you mean that?” He asks, suddenly feeling vulnerable. His eyes scan your face for any signs of dishonesty, wondering if you might be playing with his heart to get what you want from him. The way you’ve been speaking to him tonight is so drastically different than how you’ve been treating him for the last few months. Not that you’ve been treating him poorly, you’ve just never been this open about how you feel towards him. Your words feel deliberate and meaningful whereas before you’d only compliment him like that when your eyes were lust-blown and your hands were all over his body.

“Obviously, i thought we established that this morning” you deadpan, head tilting to the side.

“No, not really, i actually had no idea what to make of it.”

There’s a moment of silence as you two stare at each other, before the realization hits and you begin to feel guilty. Had your message not been as clear as you’d initially hoped it would be? Unsure of what to say, you close your mouth. Jean takes your silence as confirmation, and sighs, shoulders slumping dejectedly, quietly turning back to the stove to turn it on.

Thinking for a moment, you frown, drawing shapes on the countertop with eyes cast down like a kicked puppy. Wiggling out of your seat, you approach him where he stands at the stove, gazing up at him with a soft, nearly sympathetic smile. He doesn’t dare look at you, afraid his burning face will betray him, knocking down his mask of fragile-aloofness.

“Jean…” you tilt your head to the side, hair falling over your shoulder. Bringing a hand to his back, you draw slow, gentle circles there. He shivers, but his silence is unwavering. “Baby~ you know something?” You hum.

Jean glances at you and shrugs, tossing some stuff you don’t care to look at into the pan.

“I think you’re so handsome. I think you’re adorable, and goofy, and sweet. I think anyone would be lucky to be the object of your affection. I feel lucky that i get to be…” you coo at him, your hand dipping below his hoodie to scratch his bare back, how he likes it. He can’t help but smile at your words, blinking slowly as he turns to look down at you, your faces only a few inches apart from each other. “Yeah?” He whispers “go on”

You snort, rolling your eyes playfully at his blatant request for praise, and reach out to click the stove off, having a feeling about where this was going to lead.

“You’re funny, you always make me laugh…“ you whisper “You’re strong” squeezing his bicep slightly with your other hand, you rake your eyes down his body. “So sexy~”

The man’s cheeks are impossibly red, his head is spinning and his body feels like it’s burning up as he listens to you sing his praises. He glances down at your lips, nearly nose to nose with you as he grins. “What else?”

You smirk, beckoning him to turn and face you head on and pressing your body against his own. Your hands place themselves on his chest as you murmur “You’re all mine.”

Something feral snaps within him and he all but attacks your lips, pinning your hips against the counter with his own. Your hands scramble to grab onto the fabric of his hoodie, desperately yanking at it as you peel it off of him. Your lips dance together fervently, pressing against each other with such passion, as if he’s worried you’ll slip away from him if he doesn’t hold you tightly enough.

He shoves his hands under your college sweatshirt, running his warm palms over your bare breasts and brushing his thumbs over your peaked nipples. His touch draws a sharp gasp from your mouth against his lips, and he swallows the sound of it.

You lick against his bottom lip and he accepts it urgently, parting his lips and moving his eager tongue in rhythm with your own. Tangling your hands into the roots of his sandy blonde hair, you push your hips forward to grind against his erection and he throbs, soft, sweet groans muffled against your lips.

Jean grips your waist tightly, pulling you against him as he backs himself up against the counter, sliding down to the floor. Pulling you on top of him, he settles you against his lap, tossing his head back when your lips attach to the column of his throat.

“Fuck baby…fuck” he gasps, feeling you sucking bruises into the skin. All visible places, and he knows why. The possessiveness, the feeling of finally belonging to you, it sends waves of intense arousal coursing through his bloodstream. Every movement you make, grinding your hips down against his hard cock sends his mind reeling with pleasure, senses wildly heightened by the pot in your systems.

“Gonna tell everyone that you’re mine baby, i’m so…fuck- happy you’re mine” he groans, guiding your hips to move against. You gasp softly at the friction, becoming increasingly wetter by the minute.

You pull away and quickly shimmy out of your pants, as best as you can while straddling the man’s lap. He brings his fingers down, eyeing the cute panties you wear before yanking them aside to collect your arousal on his fingers.

“Fuck..you’re so wet for me, all for me” he growls as he dips his slick digits into your pussy. His fingers are long, nimble, and curl up deliciously into the spongy spot inside you. You moan softly, feeling every inch of his middle and forefinger in places that your own fingers could never hope to reach.

“Oh god..Jean~ Fuck me” you moan out, rutting against his hand. He slides his fingers out of your hole, rubbing them against your clit and covering it in your own arousal. Tossing your head back, you groan at the loss of internal sensation, but you have no time to be disappointed as you hear him eagerly yanking the waistband of his sweats and underwear down to let his aching cock spring free. He’s leaking more than you’ve ever seen, precum dripping down the slit of his sensitive head and collecting below his navel.

Leaning in for another eager kiss, you swat his hand away and wrap your fingers around his shaft. He’s so deliciously thick, you can almost feel the stretch, the memory of it causing your cunt to throb. Biting his lip gently, you give him a few languid strokes, spreading the sticky precum over the length of him and guiding him to your entrance. His mind is hazy, he jolts as the sensation overwhelms him. You feel different this time, though he can’t pinpoint why.

You slide his tip through the slick folds of your pussy, before enveloping him in your wet warmth. jean nearly chokes on the strangled moan that erupts from his chest as you pull away from the kiss to toss your head back, breathing out a soft “fuck”.

His hands eagerly grip your waist, guiding you up and down on him slow and passionate. The pleasure coursing through him is building quickly in the form of an impending, earth shattering orgasm at the very core of his abdomen. The coil in his tummy, while not unfamiliar, is seemingly more intense than it’s ever been, he won’t last long. Why is he getting close so fast?

Suddenly it occurs to him as you bring your lips back to his own, kissing him passionately, and packed full of raw, unfiltered emotion. He feels wanted, he feels loved, he feels complete. Perhaps it’s the intimacy of having himself sheathed inside of you raw for the first time, it must be. Sex with you has never felt so intense and fulfilling than it does in this moment.

Your hips are moving quicker now as you chase your orgasm, every inch, every ridge, every vein of his length stroking your insides like it was hand crafted to fit there. Feeling your legs tense up, and your stomach begin to tighten, you throw your arms around Jean’s neck and pull him close, biting down on the muscle of his broad shoulder as you cum impossibly hard, eyes rolling back with a loud moan. He snakes his arms around your waist, holding you tightly there as he snaps his hips up into you, slamming into your cervix like his life depends on it. The feeling of your teeth in his skin threatens to push him over the edge.

“Baby! Right there- oh god keep doing that, don’t let go of me!” He rasps against the shell of your ear, and as you sink your teeth in deeper, mewling softly at the overstimulation, Jean cums with such intensity, he thinks he might ascend. More and more spurts out of him, and his body convulses with every rope of it, lurching him forward to moan loudly, muffled into your hair.

The sound of ragged breaths and sharp gasps echo off the kitchen walls as you both come down from the high of your orgasm, bodies tangled together and unmoving. After a minute, Jean’s hand finds itself in your hair, running his fingers through it affectionately. Something he’s wanted to do for a long time. He gazes down at you with adoration replacing old lust, smiling softly as you pull back to look at him.

The two of you stay that way for a minute or two, just panting against each other before he speaks.

“So…uh- does this mean-“ he glances down at the floor and then back up to meet your eyes.

“You’re never gonna get away from me” you grin, plopping down against his chest in exhaustion as you giggle slightly. He bites his lip, excitement bubbling up in him like a little kid, as he holds you tightly.

“Why would i ever wanna?”

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