gettin’ steamy (edited because tumblr hates long images)
They become a rather twisted joke to everyone who knows them.
He can find it within him to laugh, every now and then, when he thinks about how much a gamble he is taking by balancing the uneven width of his heart on the precarious sharp edge made from his converging decisions; this lifestyle of his is more volatile, no place to shelter a handmade clay heart like the one he has crafted for her.
Mikasa is a lean beautiful spill of a girl with too much power hefted between her palms. She is clear eyes and a hardened heart and a scarf of blood twirled around her neck, and she is the vortex of Jean’s affections like a hurricane ready to tear everything down.
The Survey Corps is a heavy thing that rests on his shoulders and he finds it easier to cut it with doses of her presence to help filter the toxins it leaves. (Because there are nights when he is alone, sitting upright in bed calling out the names of the living as though they are dead, and the dead as though they are within his reach.) This power and stress and responsibility has become his, has curled inside his palm waiting to be crushed into his skin like glass.
But despite reluctance she is at his side, waiting for command, ready to offer up her heart.
Jean thinks that is the most twisted part of it all.
It was love at first sight…
Commander!Jean and Corporal!Mikasa. nsfw. For xavalos
It may or may not be fate, whether that profound red string that chokes them both is tangled in his sheets, or braided through her tattered scarf that hangs around his neck, a light, urging tug from fragile hands drawing his face closer to hers.
"Commander," she says, and it’s nothing more than a lust filled breath caught in the night of their affair. Her words fall cold on her lips, patience splintered at the two fingers crooked within the confines of her folds. A smirk like no other wanders on to his face as Jean watches her expression crumble with pleasure.
"You were saying something, Mikasa. What was it? Paperwork from Sina?" His fingers shift course, teasing her with short-lived strokes. "Scouting reports?"
This times she yanks, chapped lips silencing his taunting. “Shut up, Jean.”
How it went down in Jean’s head.
More jeankasa doodles cuz I seriously cannot contain my obsession for this pairing.
Some of my favourite shots of me as Jean Kirschstein from Akumakon this weekend. So many Mikasa’s :D
Descriptions in the captions~