Okay So Idk If You Do Nsfw But Jean With A Breeding Kink!?!

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!

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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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.

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jean - cats - modern au

❥ A subject that constantly resurfaces between a friend of mine and I is whether Jean is a cat or dog person. Both! However for the sake of this headcanon let’s just say he prefers cats more hehe

❥ This man, no matter how dirty, how many diseases and infections a cat has, he will take it home to take care of. For how long? Depends on the cat’s state and if he is willing to let it go back into the streets; he would get attached very quickly especially if the cat has stayed with him for more than one night. He’d already have cats so his mum wouldn’t let him keep the cats he takes home, sadly.

❥ “But what if [cat’s name he came up with] gets into another scuffle with the other street cats?” He’d whine endlessly.

❥ By force, he’d let the cats go. Due to his acts of kindness, the past cats will sometimes pay him a visit via his windowsill and endless tapping until Jean comes back from school and finds a past furry friend waiting to be let in. Cats would be attracted to his gentle demeanour like they instantly take a liking to him by being all curled up in his lap as he does his homework before his mum catches him with another cat. Of course, hiss mum is a sweetheart she wouldn’t have anything against it, its just that the same cats are always coming back to their house and by the time where it gets to be a little too out of hand there’d be like 20 cats outside their doorstep.

❥ Never take this mf to Turkey he’d try to sneak a bunch of cats with him back home like he’d start squealing seeing that many cats all in one place and instantly stop and clear his throat when someone like Eren or Connie catches him doing that. (Definition of “born to haiii!! :3 Forced to hey.) i can just imagine him standing up right and clearing his throat.

❥ He would absolutely adore those cat videos on instagram; If he sees a video of two cats cuddling each other or something cutesy like that, he would send it to his s/o with the following message of “us”

❥ Please take him to a cat café he would absolutely love it.

❥ I can imagine Sasha working as someone who works with animals like in a farm or animal shelter and you know damn well Jean is visiting everyday just for the cats.

❥ Overall, Jean is just a silly little guy he just loves cats so much hehe

⌗︙・jean taking care of a greedy slut ⸜⸜・

being friends with connie has its pros and cons. one of the worse things is when jean comes home to find out that connie threw a swinger's party in their apartment. he can feel himself turning red, mostly from anger but also because of the sweaty bodies in the living room. you catch jeans eye, laying spread on the couch with your pretty pussy on display. your juices are glistening, showing how turned on you are.

"hey jean boy." connie greets him, throwing his arm around his neck. jean isn't having any of this, the only thing on his mind is finding out who you are.

"oh her? that's y/n, she's a needy little thing. never satisfied." connie explains. jean stops in front of you, he wants nothing more than to wipe off that stupid smile off your face. why do you smile at him when everyone can see how disgustingly wet you are?

he doesn't care, he's taking you to his room.

"so you are never satisfied?" he asks as his cock hammers in and out of your pussy. your face is soaked with tears, pretty makeup smudged all around your face.

"it's enough." you managed to choke out. he's treating you like the slut you are, making you cum again and again and never stopping. the bed underneath you is soaked with your juices and you don't think you can cum anymore.

"is my cock enough for you?" you nod your head. his cock is more than enough and you don't even know his name.

"stop looking at me like that." he says and you smile harder. he tries fucking you even harder. why did connie bring such a pretty girl to the sex party? you probably got fucked by everyone some other time but he doesn't care. he's the first to ever make you satisfied.

you lay on the bed, completely satisfied with your tongue lolled out. you don't want any other cock, you want only his cock.

"see sweetheart? this is what happens to girls who are just too pretty."

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