๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ (Jean Kirstein X reader)
What birthday gift could be better than yourself?
Jean was never a big fan of his birthday. Always the same cheesy messages people texted him that were taken from some website, the same cheap art items as gifts. For him, his birthday was just another day.
Until you two started dating.
You knew Jean's aversion to his birthday, so you spent the entire previous week thinking about how you could change that. Expensive paints for his artwork? New clothes? A bouquet of flowers? No, none of that seemed perfect. The dreaded date was approaching, and you were starting to get desperate, out of ideas, until something divine popped into your head.
What if you gave yourself to him as a gift?
The idea seemed extremely silly at first, but what else could you do?
On his birthday you didn't say anything until he left the apartment you shared, so you could put your plan into action.
You put on a dress that left little to the imagination, tied red ribbons around your body, and made a cake covered in strawberry whipped cream.
As soon as you hear the sound of his keys, you run to the door carefully so the cake doesn't fall and wait until he comes in.
The cake trembled slightly in your hands as Jean stood frozen in the doorway, his eyes tracing the red ribbons that wound around your curves.ย
The cynical, tired expression heโd worn all day vanished, replaced by a dark, hungry intensity that made your pulse skip.
"I thought you forgot.." he said, his voice dropping an octave as he kicked the door shut behind him. He didnโt even look at the strawberry whipped cream, his focus was entirely on the way the ribbons dug softly into your skin.
"I didn't." you whispered, stepping closer until the scent of the strawberries mingled with his cologne. "I just thought you deserved something that wasn't from a store."
Jean let out a soft laugh, setting his keys on the counter without taking his eyes off you.
"You have no idea what you've started." He reached out, his fingers grazing the silk of the ribbon at your shoulder.
He leaned down, not to take a slice of cake, but to swipe a bead of pink cream from the edge of the frosting with his thumb. He pressed it against your lips before licking it away himself, his tongue lingering against your mouth in a deep, demanding kissย
โDrop the cake, sweetheartโ he murmured against your skin, his breath hot. "I want to see exactly how this ribbon comes undone."
When you finally set the plate down, Jean didn't waste another second. He spun you around, pressing your chest against the cool surface of the table, his body a solid, heavy weight against your back.
The cheesy messages and cheap gifts of his past were a million miles away. Here, in the dim light of the apartment, there was only the sound of his ragged breathing, the sharp tug of the ribbons being unknotted one by one, and the way he moaned your name into the crook of your neck.
"Best gift I've ever had" he hissed, his hands gripping your hips while he slid deep inside you.ย
For once, Jean Kirstein absolutely loved his birthday.
And happy birthday to our favorite pony boy ๐ซถ๐ป๐ฅน
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๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐ (Jean Kirstein X F!reader)
genre: lovers to strangers to lovers
content: canon and modern AU, mention of death/blood.
a/n: I have no idea how many parts this gonna have cause I took inspiration in the movie โDracula a love taleโ ๐ซฃ
Reposts and likes are appreciated S2
Lightning cut through the sky, thanks to Eren Yeager and his Rumbling. You fought with every bit of strength you had left, clinging to the fading, fragile hope of victory.
Eren advanced with every passing second, making triumph feel like a cruel impossibility.ย
Everyone was exhausted, their limbs heavy with pain and injury. Blood gushed from open wounds, yet you clung desperately to the promise you had made to each other:
โWhen everything ends, marry me. Letโs live on a farm in the countryside.โ
The metallic taste of blood filled your mouth as Mikasa finally delivered the killing blow, severing Eren's head. That horrific moment finally over.
You didnโt feel it at first, the adrenaline keeping your blood hot, the pain tolerable. You just felt everything going numb and your head hitting the ground on a soundless tud.ย
โHey?! can you hear me? Come on donโt give up nowโฆโย
Those are the last words you hear before everything fades away..dying in your loverโs arms donโt sound so bad. Afte all it was the only mercy this world had ever offered to you.
But at the end of the day, maybe universe wasnโt finished with you both.
In the modern years, the only lightning in the sky was a passing summer storm over a bustling metropolis.
You woke up with a start, the sound of a heavy book falling off your nightstand mimicking the "thud" of your head hitting the soil centuries ago. You gasped for air, your lungs searching for the smoke of the battlefield but finding only the strawberry scented, cool air of an air-conditioned bedroom.
You sat up, clutching your chest. A phantom pain constantly echoed in your side where a blade had once pierced through, but there was no wound. Only smooth skin and the soft fabric of your pajamas.
"Just a nightmareโฆโ you whispered, with the same sensation of longing in your chest.
As you got ready for work, your hands paused over a small succulent on your windowsill. You felt a strange, inexplicable urge to move to the country, to see a field of green that stretched as far as the eye could see. You shook the feeling off and headed for the subway, unaware that on the other side of the city, a man was staring at his own reflection in a coffee shop window, wondering why his heart ached every time he saw a girl with your color hair.
The promise was forgotten, but the love remained.
The subway was a claustrophobic tunnel of steel and fluorescent light, a far cry from the open, terrifying expanses of the places you once knew. You held onto the overhead rail, your knuckles white, as the train screeched around a bend.
Every day was a rhythmic exercise in ignoring the "glitches." Sometimes, it was the smell of woodsmoke from a chimney that made you want to duck for cover. Other times, it was the sight of a red scarf tucked into someoneโs bag that made your eyes well up with tears you couldn't explain.
You worked at 13 petals, a small florist tucked between two towering glass skyscrapers. It was your escape. If you couldn't have the countryside, you could at least have the scent of damp earth and flowers.
"You're late.โ a voice called out from the back. It was your boss, a woman with sharp eyes but a kind heart. "And you look like youโve seen a ghost. Another one of those dreams?"
"Something like that..โ you muttered, tying your apron. "Just felt like I was somewhere else for a second."
You spent the morning lost in the repetitive motion of trimming stems. Roses, lilies, babyโs breath. You found yourself subconsciously reaching for wildflowers the kind that grew untamed in the cracks of ruins, though you didn't know why you associated them with broken stone.
At noon, the bell above the door chimed.
You didn't look up immediately. You were busy tying a piece of twine around a bouquet of lavender. "Iโll be right with youโ you said, your voice steady despite the lingering heaviness in your chest.
"No rush.." a voice replied.
The twine snapped.
The sound of his voice didn't just hit your ears. It resonated in the marrow of your bones. It was deep, slightly raspy, and carried a weight that didn't belong in a brightly lit flower shop. It was the voice from the end of the world. The one that had begged you not to give up.
You looked up.
Standing across the counter was a man around your age. He wore a simple dark jacket, his hair slightly messed from the city breeze. He was looking at a display of sunflowers, but as you stood frozen, his gaze shifted to yours.
The air in the shop suddenly felt thin. The hum of the refrigerator, the distant honking of taxis, the chatter of pedestrians , it all fell away into that same crushing silence of the battlefield.
He didn't move. He didn't smile. His eyes, intense and filled with a confusion that mirrored your own, widened slightly. He looked at you the way a man looks at a map of a country heโs never visited but somehow knows by heart.
"Can I... help you with something?" you managed to whisper. Your hand went instinctively to your throat, searching for a pulse that was currently hammering against your skin like a trapped bird.
The man cleared his throat, his brow furrowing as he stepped closer to the counter. He looked down at the lavender in your hands, then back at your face.
"Iโm looking for something... specificโ he said, his voice trailing off. He reached out a hand as if to point at a flower, but his fingers trembled just a fraction. "Actually, I think I just had a bit of vertigo. Do I... do I know you from somewhere?"
The logic told you to say no. You were a stranger in a city of millions. But the soul that had died in his arms centuries ago was screaming, recognizing the warmth of his presence even if the brain couldn't place the name.
"I don't think so.." you lied, your voice trembling. "But you look like someone Iโve been waiting to meet for a very long time."
A flicker of something: pain, relief, a flash passed through his eyes.
"Funnyโ he breathed, a ghost of a tragic smile touching his lips. "I was just about to say the same thing."
Just some silly headcanons about Jean being a jester and having a hidden affair with the princess
content: subtle nsfw
โก He hates this โjobโ but agreed in doing this because technically he could live in the castle and eat better food than he did in the village.
โก And he definitely didnโt agreed doing this jester thing just because that way he could make you smile without raising suspicionsโฆ
โก He tried very hard to get closer to you. Always with a little joke here and thereโฆsometimes a juggling or just subtly inviting yourself to walk in the royal garden with you. For entertaining purposes, of course!
โก He claims he only performs extra shows because the king โthreatens his salary,โ but the truth is he catches you, the princess, watching from the balcony and suddenly heโs willing to juggle flaming torches or humiliate himself in five different creative ways.
โก He pretends to be annoyed when you steals his hat, but the truth is he keeps a box under his bed filled with every ribbon or bell you returns to him โsweetened with perfume.โ He will literally die before admitting it
โก He hates being the kingdomโs clown by day, but by nightโฆ when you drags him into your royal chambers by one of those ridiculous jester bells? He suddenly loves his job more than life itself.
โก Heโs always terrified someone will hear you both, but that doesnโt stop him from making noises so desperate you need to cover his mouth with your hand. He always kisses your palm afterward โ like a silent apology and a plea for more.
(sorry babes this one was short one cause I have no ideias anymore ๐ช)
+18 headcanons about jean cause I feel like it ๐ซถ๐ป
๐: aftercare
Jean would be that kind of person who gets a little awkward afterwards because he still has a lot of energy to spare and you don't, so he goes out to prepare a bath or some food that you like.
๐: bodypart
I've seen many people saying that Jean would love his own fingers/hands but I feel he would love his torso even more. He loves how his abdomen contracts when you pass your nail slowly near the groin or a little above his v line.
About you, he definitely loves the belly, regardless of whether you have a flat stomach or not, he LOVES being able to put his hand there and press to feel himself.
๐: cum (๐ซฃ)
I think he would be disgusted to see you swallow, not because of you but because sperm for him is a kind of disgusting thing.
But if you insist he would cum in your throat instead of the sheets.
He donโt mind finishing inside, he just needs your green light about this.
๐: dirty secret
Jean really wants to get you pregnant, he feels some kind of stimulus in thinking that you are carrying his baby.
Of course, he won't tell you for fear that you'll find him weird or that this is a kind of gross fetish.
๐: experience
It may sound a little clichรฉ but I always thought it was you who took away his "virginity"
He wasn't a complete idiot at the time but you still had to explain how to do certain things, not out of innocence but just to show how you like it.
Nowadays he knows exactly what to do to give you pleasure and you too. That's why both please each other simultaneously.
๐ : favorite position
Missionary and I will die with it!
I just can't think of another position that animates him more than missionary.
He loves to keep provoking you telling you not to cover your face while he bends down on you to kiss your neck.
๐: goofy
He was never one to make jokes or jokes at the time of sex. He is a more serious guy with the sole purpose of pleasing you.
But sometimes he does it unconsciously, like when he says something but ends up moaning in the middle of the sentence, which makes you laugh a little.
๐: hair
Jean does have a happy trail but it's very thin, he doesn't have a lot of hair because he always removes it. And the ones that are left are very blond so you can hardly see.
About you he genuinely donโt care, if you want to leave a bush, then do it. If you want to make it smooth, great too. The important is to eat you out.
๐: intimacy
He can be very rough at the sex but he always ensures that you finish first or that only you finish.
He also make sure that you don't think he's with you just for sex. So most of the time he always compliments you and kisses practically your whole body
๐: jerk off
He feels very horny so he gets hard often. But in order not to pressure you to have sex with him every time he jerk off.
I would say he does it like, 5 times a week or so.
๐: kink
Probably size and preg.
He loves to observe how his body covers his entire body, both in height and length.
And as I said before he dreams of seeing you carrying his son so you can say that this is one of his kinks.
๐: location
He hates doing it in cramped places where you can get caught. A room is enough for what he wants to do.
๐: motivation
He gets horny easily so any more obscene gesture is already a reason for him to want you.
He is very sensitive in the waist area so pass your nails there and in 2 minutes you are in his bed without clothes
๐: No!
Anything that would seriously hurt you. Whips, knives, even candle wax.
He thinks there's no way something that hurts you can give you pleasure. So even if you beg him to do some of these things he will always say no.
๐: oral
Honestly, I think he'd rather give than receive. It's not that he doesn't like it when you do it, but as I said he prefers to satisfy you first.
๐: protection
He doesn't care about that either. Do you want to use a condom? Okay, that's fine. Do you want to make it raw? Even better. He trusts you to decide if you're going to risk it or not.
๐: quickieย
He's not a big fan of quickies but he doesn't oppose it either. If you are on the break from a class or lunch break and realize that you need to release some stress, just call him, he will soon be pushing you into an empty room to help you.
๐: risk
As I said before, he hates doing it in places where you can be caught.
But if both of you are very desperate, he simply takes you to any more isolated place and fuck you right there.
๐: stamina
He can handle about 3-5 rounds, with breaks in the middle.
He knows you probably can't take it as much as he can, so if you end up around the 2nd round and he's still not completely satisfied, he doesn't mind solving this by himself
๐: toy
None. He's sure he can take care of you alone without anything to help.
Butโฆif you had any toys, it would probably just be a vibrator or something like that.
๐: unfair
He constantly teases you, grabbing your ass, caressing your boobs. But he can't stand it when you just kiss him on the chin.
Want to see him lose his mind? Just put him in his place, take control and leave him underneath.
๐: volume
He doesn't moan very loudly, at most a quick breath and a cuss here and there.
But when he is very needy he starts whining and the volume of his voice increases by about 5%
๐: wild card
He's a very jealous guy as everyone knows, so when he's jealous he just doesn't listen to you.
He goes fast, very fast or very slow just to provoke you and make you practically scream that you only think about him and just want him.
๐: x-ray
His size can reach up to 17 cm, he is not so thick but it manages to fill you well.
Even if you already do it regularly, he always lets you get used to his size before moving cause he donโt want to make you bleed accidentally.
๐: yearning
He's pretty chill with it so you both probably do something like, 2 or 3 times a week.
The only time you can exceed this number is if you are very stressed or if he is jealous.
๐: Zzz
He has a lot of energy like children with sugar high so after finishing he may or may not still have energy. If yes, he stays by your side until you sleep or prepares something for you. If not, the second his head touches the pillow he is already snoring.
every time someone writes my baby jean kirstein as a jerk fuck boy, cheater, toxic, disrespectful to women and extremely popular, an angel loses his wings; because he would literally be the og yearner, he's a big loser who thinks he's a popular guy, bro could never use women, he would be a hopeless romantic, a soft spoken man, nervous around the girl he likes, respectful, overprotective, he would always put the person he loves first, probably the best boyfriend/husband in this world.
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inspired on that new art of him ๐คญ
warning: contains some nsfw stuff
โก military Jean that always falls asleep praying to anything who hears him to make him alive to see you again, clutching the small photo you gave him like a lifeline
โก military Jean that calls you on video whenever he gets Wi-Fi just to see your sleepy face and whisper "God, I missed this"
โก military Jean that writes your name on the inside of his helmet or notebook, hidden where no one can see, so he feels close to you during missions
โก military Jean that when he's away, listens to voice texts of you talking about random things like your day or what you cooked
โก military Jean that keeps a little bracelet you made him under his uniform sleeve and touches it before every mission for luck
โก military Jean that says โIโll be back soon, I promiseโ with a shaky smile because he canโt stand the thought of not keeping it
โก military Jean that blushes like crazy whenever the other guys tease him about how much he talks about you and he goes like โshut up, itโs not like thatโ
โก military Jean that once surprised you at your doorstep in full uniform, all because he got a 24-hour leave and wanted to spend every second with you
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NSFW !
โก military Jean that always fucks you like heโs on borrowed time: gripping your wrists above your head, panting against your throat, whispering โsay you missed meโฆ say it while I ruin youโ
โก military Jean that jerks off in the showers, forehead pressed to the wall, remembering the way your legs shake when heโs with you
โก military Jean that wakes you up at 2AM after getting home from deployment still in uniform, just to push your thighs apart and bury his face between them like heโs starving. And he is.
โก military Jean that has a voice kink: low, filthy praise in your ear while heโs deep inside you, saying things like โfuck, you sound so good for me. Always so tight after Iโve been goneโฆโ
โก military Jean that canโt keep his hands off you when you're in his dog tags and nothing else. Heโll pull on the chain while heโs fucking you, making it jingle against your chest with every thrust
โก military Jean that eats you out like a man unhinged, fingers buried deep while his mouth stays locked to your heat, eyes dark and focused, moaning โmissed this taste so muchโฆ canโt get enough of youโ
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As I said I got this idea after this perfect n magestic new art of my husband ๐๐ป
๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ (Eren Yeager x reader !)
a/n: Thanks for all the support you guys are sending about this one shot, love you! (๐)
content: Religion content (?); mention of god
He pressed his fingertips against the glass and stared up at the library sign. He knew this place was your safe place.
Today he wanted to tell you the truth, on your damn birthday.
He was your guardian angel, you never knew that, of course, but since he was assigned to protect you, he found himself admiring you, thinking about what it would be like to keep you in his arms and never let you go. Which was one of the reasons why he was expelled from heaven, where it was always extremely forbidden for an angel to fall in love with a human, or have any relationship. Where certain people even said that if a human and an angel had a child together, a monster would be born, an completly aberration.
Eren always rolled his eyes when someone confronted him about it, he never really paid much attention.
Then, one day he went to confront his creator, which generated a discussion, where the creator told him that if he wanted a human so much, that should happen out of the heavens, and when he died, he would go to hell like other sinful mortals.
After that, the only thing Eren remembers was falling between the clouds to a surface with grass, without wings, without flying. A complete human.
He stop thinking about it, shaking his head while he adjusted his leather jacket that revealed the snake's tail end of his tattoo that wrapped around his arm, finally working up the courage he looked up at the library to find you reading amongst some cheesy romance books.
He stood beside you and grabbed a book, opening it to a random page his green eyes locked with yours as a smile spread across his face.
โHey, darling. Getting old huhโ He joked, trying to hide the fear of telling you the truth and making you run away from him.
You look at him and give him a friendly smile.
โHey, Ren. What you doing here?โ
He shrugs and keeps the book. "I wanted to take you out, since today is your birthday. And tell you something too.." He says quietly but gently.
You wanted to ask him if everything was okay, but he didn't let you and grabbed your arm, practically dragging you out of the library. Ever since the day he "simply" and "completely without purpose" bumped into you in a cafe and never left you alone again, that he was incredibly strong and fast for a normal 20 year old guy, but of course you never thought of anything other than that he had athletic talent.
He guides you to a field, full of flowers, which by the way was where he fell when he was expelled. He take you under a tree, where there is a picnic blanket with some snacks and drinks.
โSit.โ He says, when you obey he sits next to you, shaking his feet nervously.
"Look, I need to tell you something. I can't keep this a secret any longer. I've noticed that you've been suspicious of how well I know you for someone who's only know you for two months, of why I'm incredibly faster and stronger than most of the guys, of why I have scars on my back..." He sighs.
โLook.. I am an angel, I mean.. I was. I once were assigned to protect you, but..I ended up falling in love and because of that I was expelled from heaven.โ He says without looking at you, even if he wasnโt looking he could see your expression. He didnโt know if you were believing him or not.
โI always noticed how perfect you were..kind, pure..that was like a magnet, I couldn't see myself away from you, I wanted to possess you, make you mine, corrupt you. Not in a bad way of course." He says while getting a bit closer to you.
โWhat?? Eren what the hell youโre talking about? This is the โbirthday surpriseโ you wanted to give me?!โ You say, you werenโt believing him, how could you?
Eren let out a dry chuckle. "Yeah, not exactly the birthday gift you were expecting, huh?"
His voice wavered between amusement and hesitation. He had played this moment in his head a thousand times, but now that it was happening, it felt like standing at the edge of a cliff.
You stared at him, searching his face for any sign of a joke, a hidden smirk that would prove he was messing with you. But there was none. Just those intense green eyes watching you.
"You expect me to believe that?" You scoffed.
"That you're some fallen angel who..what? Gave up eternal paradise just to stalk me?"
Eren winced but didn't break eye contact. "It wasn't like that." His voice softened.
"I didn't just give it up. I was thrown out. And not just for falling in love with you, butbecause I refused to regret it."
You opened your mouth, then closed it again, trying to come up with a rational response. None came. Instead, you settled for the one thing that made sense. "Prove it.โ
Eren let out a slow breath, his fingers twitching at his sides. Then, without a word, he turned his back to you. His leather jacket slid off his shoulders, revealing the faint, silvery scars running across his shoulder blades, scarred remnants of wings that no longer existed. They werenโt just wounds. They looked... unnatural, like something had been ripped away that was never meant to be lost.
Your stomach twisted. You reached out before you could stop yourself, fingertips barely brushing against the scars. The moment you made contact, a strange warmth spread through your hand, like a pulse of something ancient and aching.
Eren shivered under your touch. "I told you," he murmured.
You jerked your hand back. "This doesn't- this doesn't mean anything," you stammered, your mind scrambling for an explanation. "Maybe it's just some weird scar- maybe youโre lying- maybeโ"
"Maybe," he echoed. "Or maybe, deep down, you already know the truth."
Silence stretched between you, heavy and charged. You hated how your heart pounded, how something inside you screamed that he wasnโt lying. You had always felt drawn to him, hadn't you? Like some invisible thread had tied the two of you together before you'd even met.
Eren studied your face, his usual cocky smirk replaced by something raw. "I didn't tell you this to scare you," he admitted. "I told you because... I want you to know that no matter what happens, no matter what I am, I will always choose you. Even if it means burning for it.โ
You swallowed hard, his words sinking into you like a weight.
Maybe you should run. Maybe you should scream, demand that he leave you alone.
Jean would be the guy who takes you to dinner at some fancy restaurant that he heard while hiding gifts around his house, like a necklace, a stuffed rabbit and some clothes he knew you wanted. And finally a slow dance in the living room, to the sound of your favorite songs while he whispered how much he loved you and how much he was lucky to have you by his side.
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Eren would just comes to your door with a bouquet and some chocolate, but he would take you to a restaurant, a fancy one because he wants to show off to his girl. And after you guys arrive his house, he would guide you to his bedroom, where his bed would be all filled with rose petals and some nice candles and heart balloons.
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You knew damn well Connie would probably just forget about this day like he used to do with his own birthday, but what you didnโt expect was him standing at your door with a nice suit, a bouquet with your favorite flowers in one hand and a little box in the other. He tried his best to look presentable to you, to show he cared and he loved you. He would take you to a little bar where they were playing love songs and try to convince you to dance with him with the other couples.
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Armin was planning this day for decades, listening and taking notes to the places you said you wanted to go. But, he had a better idea, he took you to a picnic, near a lake where you too could feed some little ducks, after that he took you to a oceanary where you said once it was your dream to have a date. He made dinner for you and you both spent the rest of the night watching romantic movies while cuddling.
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Levi wasnโt much the guy who celebrated this day, he used to prefer celebrate more โimportant datesโ like your dating anniversary or something like that, you practically just ignored him when he said that. But noticing how upset he made you, he went to a flower shop to grab you a fancy bouquet while he bring you a nice breakfast in the bed. Since he always used to woke up before you, he knew he had time enough to prepare something that you would like and donโt be upset anymore.
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To be honest, this was Reiner first Valentineโs Day ever, so he was slightly lost on what to do, making him to ask every girl he knew how he could make you happy and make you think he was the best. And kinda worked, he got you a nice necklace with some flowers and candy, and he also learned how to cook your favorite food perfectly while you both drink some fancy wine he bought just for this day.
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