Hiiii Bfr I Send My Req, Just Wanna Say I Love Your Acc Sm!! Could You Pls Write Any Tooth-rotting Domestic

Hiiii bfr i send my req, just wanna say i love your acc sm!! Could you pls write any tooth-rotting domestic fluff (can also drop a hint of suggestiveness hehe) abt jean pls? My idea would be abt his lover trying out her new lipstick where she cheekily smothers him with kisses just to see if it's transfer-proof heheh. Thank youu <33!!!

pairing: jean kirstein x fem!reader

word count: just under 1k

warnings: nothing, just fluffff :) ok maybe a little bit of suggestiveness at the end ;)

a/n: i love jean so much this is an epic request i hope you like it :)) sorry it took so long ily & i’m happy you like my account

you and jean had been going out for quite some time now. tonight would mark your three year anniversary. it was funny to think about; time flies when you’re in love. you could’ve sworn you just met jean yesterday. jean had that way about him, that effortless, sweep you off your feet type of deal. he had never once stopped making you feel loved or needed through out the entirety of your relationship.

there’s a dinner planned tonight. jean’d organized everything himself. he always took care of all the little things like picking the place and making reservations. he even took the liberty of buying you a new dress to wear, accompanied by a matching set of heels and a little tube of a burgundy-red lipstick. your heart swells when you come home and see it on your bed. jean leans against the door frame and clears his throat, making you jump a little.

“do you like them?” he asks. he doesn’t need you to answer. jean knows you so well he knows you love him. your answer just gives him that extra satisfaction.

“i love all of it. it’s amazing. thank you, jean.” you mean it sincerely. your fingers find their way to the lipstick. it was expensive.

“don’t thank me yet, baby. we’ve still got to get you dressed and to the restaurant.” jean walks over to where you stand by the bed. he gently takes the lipstick out of your hand and examines it. “hmm..”

“what?”

“i just think it’ll look good on you, that’s all.” he sets the tube back on the bed and kisses you on the top of your head. “now go get in the shower.”

the shower is nice and warm. you can’t help but feel a growing pit in the bottom of your stomach. you were nervous. the good type of nervous. it wasn’t often you had the time to get all dolled up. jean knew how much you loved getting all pretty but he loved it even more. he loved to spoil you. he loved the way you look in a dress. you couldn’t help but feel you need to uphold a certain standard. you wanted to feel beautiful, especially on a night like tonight.

after drying off and doing your hair, you slip into the dress you’d found laying on your bed earlier. it’s a little black dress with bits of lace here and here. it conforms to your body, hugging your hips. you had to admit, you looked damn good. “jean?” you called as you opened the bathroom door.

within seconds, your boyfriend is there. “yes, baby? what’sa matter?”

“do you like it?” you whispered, smoothing your dress out with your palms. jean’s eyes slowly trailed all the way down from your head. his eyes made their way back up to yours.

“you look gorgeous.” his eyes said everything. “you’re forgetting something, though.” jean furrowed an eyebrow and brushed a hand against the side of your warm face. he turned away without another word and headed to grab the tube of lipstick you left on the bed.

“oh, duh.” you laughed at yourself. you reached a hand out to take the makeup from him. he pulled his hand back. “i kind of need that if i want to wear it.” you cocked your head and crossed your arms.

jean just chuckled and shook his head. “don’t be a smart ass, (y/n.) get your cute self a little closer.” he snaked a hand around your waist and pulled you towards him. “open your mouth.” it came out in a whisper.

“jean, what?”

“do you trust me?” he asked with a glimmer in his eye. you nodded your head reluctantly. you did trust him but hell, did he make you nervous. you parted your lips, shallow breaths coming out of them. he grabbed your chin and lifted it up. he’s staring into your eyes and you can’t help but take in just exactly how handsome he is. your cheeks flushed as if you haven’t been living with him for almost two years. he flicked open the lipstick and raised it gently to your open lips. jean squinted his eyes in concentration. the lipstick glided against your lips smoothly. jean’s hazel eyes met yours once more. you rubbed your lips together slightly as he capped the lipstick.

“well?” you wondered outloud.

“it suits you perfectly. suppose i really know my lady, huh?”

“i think it’d suit you too, handsome.” you purred as a devilish smile crept across your face.

“i love you but you’re crazy if you think i’m wearing lipstick.” before jean could say another word, you stood on your tippy toes and grabbed the sides of his face. you smooshed your lips right against his cheekbone and held them there for a second. you pulled away to see a perfect stamp of your lips, the burgundy popping against his skin.

a smile formed slowly on jean’s face. the smile turned into a grin with shades of red rushing into his cheeks. he rubbed the back of neck awkwardly.

“damn. i’m thinking we’re going to be a little late, baby.”

you drop your hands and cross them behind your back. jean had made you feel beautiful. he would have made you feel that way even if he hadn’t said anything. you could see it in his eyes and you could feel it in his touch, just how much he adored you.

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okay so idk if you do nsfw 😭😭 but jean with a breeding kink!?!

18+ | MDNI | NSFW AHEAD

jean kirstein and that damn breeding kink of his.

jean kirstein who adores the thought of you carrying his baby, just the idea makes his jeans a lot tighter.

jean kirstein who’ll fuck you, cum in you, and finger you, pushing anything that might’ve leaked out back in.

jean kirstein who will go round after round, position after position, just to fill you with his seed.

jean kirstein who will put you in doggy and treat you like an animal in heat, begging to be bred.

jean kirstein who’ll pull your panties up right after he’s finished with you so you’ll sit with his cum in you for as long as you can.

jean kirstein who’ll put you on top, grab your hips and hold you down onto his cock as he finishes in you.

jean kirstein who loves that he’s the only man who gets to fill you up religiously.

jean kirstein and his desire to see you, legs spread on his bed with white dripping from between them.

i hope you liked it! this is my first time putting something like this on here! if you’re interested, click here for my jean x reader fic which will contain smut in the later chapters!

could you do possesive!jean hcs sfw and nsfw? only if you want ofc, ty!!!

POSSESSIVE! JEAN X BLACK! FEM READER

a/n: thank you for 1.6k! i literally had 1.4 like yesterday. i love y’all sm

possessive! jean who first bumps into you at eren’s party. he spills his drink on your dress by “accident” and takes you upstairs to clean it off. his hands caress your hips gently as he wipes the liquid off your dress, dark eyes roaming over your figure as he softly apologizes.

possessive! jean who gets your number shortly after that, and texts you that very night. your cheeks warms as your read the “goodnight beautiful” text over, and over again.

possessive! jean who’ll smile after sending you that text, going back to his other window. it was full of your socials, pictures, tweets you made, posts you liked on pinterest … he wanted to know everything about you. was that so wrong of him?

possessive! jean who slowly started to text you over the next few weeks, sending you flirty and sweet texts when you’re at the library, hanging out at your dorm, or even just out with your friends. he uses his social media stalking to weave his little way into your life, and your oblivious ass just thinks that he’s too good to be true. he likes the same things you like, eats the same places you eat, he even likes the same animes you like. if you weren’t so air headed you’d think it was creepy.

possessive! jean who’ll kiss you the day he comes home from classes. the kiss catches you off guard, and later jean confesses his feelings to you. all of it feels like it’s happening so fast .. but you like jean, and he’s cute .. so you agree to be his girlfriend. little do you know, jean made his move because he’d heard eren talking about how he wanted to ask you out. not if he had a fucking say in it. you were his. he met you first. it was only right.

possessive! jean who finally works up the courage to ask you out on a date after he hears eren and reiner talking about how pretty you were to armin in the hallway. after you say yes, he immediately plays the perfect boyfriend role. picking you up from school, and dropping you off at your dorm .. bringing you flowers and candy spontaneously to see your pretty face light up.

possessive! jean who’s jaw almost drops when you walk over to his car, body decked out in a beautiful pink dress for you guys’ first date. he visibly gulps, addams apple bobbing up and down when your manicured nails wave at him before you open the car door, stepping in and filling the car with your sweet perfume. “hi jean,” you give him a pretty smile that has his fingers clenching around the steering wheel. you’re so fucking beautiful, fuck.

possessive! jean who is such a pleasure at the date. he asks intuitive questions, and actually cared about what you have to say .. unlike your last relationships. he compliments you, and his eyes stay on yours for the entire date.

possessive! jean who begins to come over at your house. one day at first then two at a time .. and now he’s staying at your dorm all the time. practically living with you now. he has successfully worked his little way into your life, and doesn’t want to leave anytime soon.

possessive! jean who’s attitude does a complete 180 when he feels the waiter staring at you. he snaps at him with a tone you’ve never heard him use before, full of malice and possessiveness as he tells the waiter explicitly to “fucking stop being so desperate,” before slamming a hundred dollar bill on the table before rushing you out of the restaurant. you make sure to let him have it for not letting you have dessert later on.

possessive! jean who begins to slowly control the things you do. manipulating you to stay home with sweet kisses and touches, words so persuading it has you deciding against better judgement and following his orders like a pretty little dumb puppy.

possessive! jean who always knows just what to say, and just what to do to get you to stay by his side you wanna go out? he’s pulling your dress up and eating your sloppy cunt until you have no more energy. go out now. you want to wear something revealing? he’s immediately fucking you in it, hands not being gentle as he grips the flimsy fabric in his hands as his hips snap up to yours. he lands a harsh slap! on your ass cheek that has you melwing out, slutty hips fucking your body back onto his swole cock. he later rips the fabric when he’s too rough while fucking you. he claims it was an accident, but you have your suspicions.

possessive! jean who makes you cry one day when he gets to angry at you for “flirting” with yeager after you guys get paired for a bio project. his words are like acid, and the meanest you’ve ever heard them as he hisses how much of a slut you were. he makes sure to fuck you every time you mention your stupid bio project. “i have to go over his house for the project jean. it’s .. it’s not my fault. i want to get his done and over with,” you reason, but your words fall on deaf ears as jean slowly begins pulling your panties down. “y’not going to any boys house y/n. now lift your leg up f’me.”

possessive! jean who’ll fuck you in the backseat of his car when you accidentally talk to eren for a couple minutes. all you guys get to talk about is an exam you have coming up before jeans walking over to you, swiftly grabbing your arm .. damn the conversation you were having, and pulls you out of the party. “why the fuck do you keep talkin’ to him y/n? huh? you fuckin want him?”

possessive! jean who’s always wanting to spend time with you. it doesn’t matter what it is, he wants to be with you when you do it. he also loves staying at your place, loves being able to sleep with you in his arms .. it’s his favorite thing.

possessive! jean who’s favorite thing to do is to tell you how good you are for him. he enjoys seeing you fluster when he whispers how lucky he is to have you in your ear.

possessive! jean who is not for the bratty behavior from you. you do what he says, and there is no argument about that. if you somehow try to, he’s either convincing you with some mind blowing sex or he’s spanking your little ass into submission.

possessive! jean who’s favorite body part of you is your hips. he loves touching them, loves guiding where you want by your hips, loves gripping at the fat skin as he fucks his dick in and out of your squelching cunt.

possessive! jean who fucks you so roughly one day he gets angry at you that you wake up with dark bruises decorating your body. he makes sure to kiss every single one, happy that he’s made his marks all over that beautiful body of yours. that’s how things should be anyways.

Can we have the opposite of the ask you just answered? The 104th asking what your type is and you describe them perfectly?

eren jaeger is all blinks. it seems only his eyes know how to do the talking. you have to ease him gently back to the real world and his only reaction is his cheeks turning bright red.

armin arlert holds back a sort of giggle. he’s honored, he’s embarrassed, he’s ashamed. most importantly, he can’t believe it’s him that you find desirable, especially since always coming second place to his best friend. he’s beyond thrilled.

jean kirstein and his smug ass ego is too cocky. he smirks with a glimmer in his eyes. “i knew it,” is what he thinks but he won’t say it, but he doesn’t have to. the gaze in his eyes is tender enough.

connie springer didn’t think he’d get this far when you describe him. he starts to talk to but quickly shuts his mouth, unsure of the right answer. he decides to bite the bullet and ask you out.

reiner braun opens his mouth and nothing falls out. he keeps trying to find the perfect words, you see it in his eyes. eventually his mouth decides “i knew it,” as the right answer and you can’t help but laugh.

bertholdt hoover turns as red as a cherry. he rubs the back of his neck and looks away. he tries to be brave, to say the right thing to you but all he says is “oh,” leading you to confess the entirety of your feelings.

levi ackerman tilts his head and stares at you. he can’t believe the way you’d just described him but fuck, he wants too. so bad. he presses you ever so subtly until you find yourself confessing your undying love for him.

erwin smith is frowning but also smiling. he’s glad to know his feelings aren’t unreciprocated but he knows exactly how complex this relationship is going to be. he’s the first one to offer to give this a shot.

zeke jaeger laughs and asks if you could be any more obvious. he rubs his chin and asks if you are one hundred percent sure. when you say yes, he decides to say ‘fuck it’ and make you his lady immediately.

porco galliard raises an eyebrow despite having known deep down this whole time. he quizzes you, wanting to hear you stutter at your most vulnerable. eventually, he laughs and tells you he’s just fucking with you, and that he’d be proud to be your man.

jean kirstein fanfic

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mine o' mine - jean x reader

pairing: jean kristien x reader rating: 18+ summary: “How many times do I have to tell you to be careful?” Jean asked as he placed the badage on your cheek, “You can't make freinds with stray cats.” Then leaned in to kiss you on the cheek.

You had only tried to lean down and kiss the creature on the head. But it proved to not work in your favour as it would rather claw at your face. Which left a cut on the skin. Which resulted in your husband tending to your wounds. tags: pwp, smut, gentle sex, cowgirl, loving husband and wife

“How many times do I have to tell you to be careful?” Jean asked as he placed the bandage on your cheek, “You can't make friends with stray cats.” Then leaned in to kiss you on the cheek. 

You had only tried to lean down and kiss the creature on the head. But it proved to not work in your favour as it would rather claw at your face. Which left a cut on the skin. Which resulted in your husband tending to your wounds. 

You didn't know the definition of being careful, you always had a tendency to walk on the 'wild side', even if that proved to cause you harm. You wanted to believe you were not some innocent being who was so prone to being harmed. But Jean worried, oh did he worry, after everything there it was surprising that he didn't keep you locked inside your home to keep you safe! There was so much bad out there in the world, there was no wonder he worried. 

But he had to let you go about your life, you wanted to be in the world. But you always came back to him with a basket of delicious treats to share during the cold evenings. You always came home to him, no matter what market you went to, and that was all that mattered. He wanted his wife at home with him. 

He wanted to see you at home with you, safe where you belonged. You didn't need another man as long as you had him. He'd always keep you safe! No matter what, no matter what laid in his way. 

He'd make sure his lovely wife was protected. And as he strokes your cheek you felt the warmth in your body. He was so close to you, in that button up shirt with the top button undone. It would do a fair bit to a woman. 

But he was so close, he was so painfully close that it wouldn't take much for you to lean in and kiss him on the lips. It would be within your right as you were his wife. But thoughts of what else he'd do to you that made your cheeks warmed. As he pulled away you placed a hand over your face to hide the blush. 

He tilted his head to the side, “What's going on, honey?” He got a bit closer, you could study every inch of his face with how close he was. But you pulled away, and he in turn grabbed you by the wrists and pulled you closer to him. 

  “Nothing, nothing.” You tried to look so he wouldn't notice your warm cheeks. But soon his lips were on you warmed skin and you let out a small noise in response. 

  “Is someone blushing?” He asked as he grabbed your face to look at him, his eyes met yours. That ol' horse face staring back at you, but you couldn't help but get warmer. Your blush inched further down your neck, but you couldn't advertise his gaze. 

  “You're just so close.” You replied. You had been married for some time now but him being so close to take care of you still let butterflies in your stomach. You reached for him and held his face parallel to his. “I can see every little mark on your face.”

He chuckled, “Well shouldn't a wife have the chance to see her husband up close?” He kissed you on the cheek where the bandage was, “After all, I think you're the most beautiful woman ever. Even if you take in strays.” 

You leaned in to kiss him on the lips delicately. You had no witty response for him. He had such a kind nature about him that you felt lucky to be with him. You had never met a man like him before, most want something as a reward for their kindness but not Jean. 

Jean only ever wanted you to see the best parts of him. After everything, was what he told you. After everything he had been through, he wanted a wife who saw who he was after his time in the corps.

 “I'm not that beautiful, Jean.” You remarked as you combed your fingers through his hair, “You're the one who has most of the looks.”

He pulled you in closer, your noses touched, “Well, then may our children have both of our beauty.” Then pulled you into a tight kiss as he pulled you on top of him. He laid on the bed with your face in his hands and he grinned at you.

You couldn't help but feel endeared to him. A deep burning inside of you as he started to undo your blouse. The feeling of his hands on you made you moan, which he responded to with kisses along your exposed chest. 

  “You're beautiful.” He said. His large hands cupped your breasts as he kissed them, “So, so beautiful.” His cock twitched in his pants as he moved back to your face. Those brown eyes gazed into yours. He smiled at you once more before he pulled you in for another kiss. 

You giggled, the feeling of him so close made your heart race. “Jean.”

 “Don't worry, I got you.” His hand reached your breasts which he massaged. Soon your bra was off and his thumb and pointer finger were playing with your nipples. You moaned against his neck. He knew how to make you feel good. 

He kissed your soft skin, basking in the feeling of your warmth. He could never want another woman. Not when he could have you. His continued to kiss your skin and you melted in his arms. But soon kissing was not enough so the man had to start exploring further. 

You pulled away from him and got the hair out of your eyes, “Do you want me that badly?” 

  “How could I not, you're my wife! I want you more than anything. There is nothing else I could want more than you. So come here, let me see my wife.” He chuckled as he got your pants off and then he started to get his own clothes off. 

His hands roamed your body once you were nude. He admired your beauty, every curve, every mark, and every place your skin dimpled. He adored you, he wanted you. He thought you were the most beautiful creature on the planet.

Both naked on your bed, he kissed you passionately. He felt his heart race as he kissed you. The woman to bring in every stray. He guessed that's why you brought him home. He was just another stray. But he loved you so much. You were so perfect, there was an elegance to you. Not in the traditional way, but in a way that only he could see. 

  “I love you.” He said.

  “I love you too.” You replied before you moved further away from him. You placed both of your hands on his bare chest and gazed down at him with a chest brimming with love. Even in late afternoon light, he still looked divine. He looked like home. 

You loved him. 

He placed his hands over yours as you slowly seated yourself onto his cock.  You held hands while you endured the stretch of his cock. He was always so thick in the base that it took the wind out of you when it finally all fit. You neve suspected your husband having a problem with it fitting inside of you.

When you got comfortable, you let out a soft moan and he placed his hands on your hips. He started to roll them gently, nudging his cock into sensitive places that made your toes curl. A sharp sensation moved through your body as you started to move your hips. 

It felt very good, it was tinged with pain but the more you endured it, the more pleasure that raced through your body. You held onto him as you bucked your hips to get every last inch of him inside of you. You wanted to feel your husband. You wanted to feel him deep inside of you the only way a husband and wife could. 

He groaned and held onto you as you moved. You kept a hold of his shoulders as you laid on his chest to get a better angle of his cock inside of you.You felt amazing, the pleasure coursed through you as you rolled your hips. He leaned down and kissed you once more, his facial hai rubbed up against you.

Then he moved his hands and placed them on your ass so he could get as deep as possible inside you. You moaned loudly into the kiss and he gave your ass a quick smack. The sensation made you moan louder. His tongue slipped into your mouth and he explored up against your molars. 

You pulled away to catch your breath, and he looked at you with nothing about admiration in his eyes. He was obsessed with you. He was so lucky to have you as his wife, to adore you. He wanted to make love to you all the time, the feeling of closeness between two people. 

  “Honey.” He said.

 “Jean.” You replied before you took his face in your hands and started to kiss him once more. The bed creaked under you as the two of you continued to move your bodies up against one another. Your heart was racing as you made love to him. It was so simple yet it felt so right. 

You loved Jean, it was as simple as that. You never wanted someone in your life so badly, but here he was despite everything. He was your husband at the end of the day. And you couldn't ask for anything more. As you kissed him over and over again, you felt a sense of euphoria. You rolled your hips quickly to meet with his pace and you felt the moans bubble in your throat. 

  “That's it, honey.” He moaned, “That's it, god. You're amazing. I love you so much.“ 

 ”I never want anyone else.“ You respond as you move your body against him. Your lips touched once more as you felt the curl of pleasure in your gut. You moaned into the kiss. It wasn't much longer now before you climaxed. You held onto him for dear life as you continued to passionately make out with him. 

  ”Good, because I only want you.“ And you believed him. As your bodies moved together the feeling of climax became overwhelming. You held onto each other as you kissed once more. Your heart raced as you moved. You almost felt light headed with your lips feeling raw from all the kissing. 

  ”Jean.”

  “Don't worry, I got you.”

You clutched into him, you felt the rise of pleasure. It was becoming undeniable. You grit your teeth as he gazed at you. Your cunt tightened around him as you moved against him. You are tightened from the euphoria of sex with your husband. You could never imagine yourself like this with anyone else.

You were so devoted to him. He pulled you into one last kiss, he held onto your hips and quickly thrusted up into you. He groaned against you, his hot breath against your skin as he felt close to his own climax. 

  “You complete me.” He groaned as he quickened his pace. He held onto you tightly as he thrusted up into you. His cock hit against all your most sensitive areas and you felt the moans spill out of your mouth. There was no way to escape the feeling. He groaned as your nails dug into his skin. His face was flushed, he felt hot all over.

And with one more searing kiss. One last hot kiss, he finished inside you. And together you both climaxed. You clenched your thighs from the sensation of orgasm. The noise you made as you kissed was guttural and primal. It was hot. 

When you pulled away you felt light headed as you panted wildly. And then with a heavy exhale you fell into his arms. He caught you and turned to his side to cuddle you. His cock slipped out of you and a bit of cum pooled at your inner thigh and eventually down onto the sheets. But neither of you minded, you were both wrapped in a soft embrace.

  “You're perfect,” His thumb touched the bandage on your cheek, “No more taking in strays, okay?” he kissed the skin, “I need my wife to be safe.”

You chuckled softly, “With you, Jean, I'm always safe.” 

free use is so fun like...you're telling me i get to be a stress toy? a fuckdoll??? you'll come home and bend me over and pound the daylights out of me just because you can????? no warning or nothing???????? beautiful