Could You Do Possesive!jean Hcs Sfw And Nsfw? Only If You Want Ofc, Ty!!!

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.

I FUCKING HATE HOW ACCURATE THIS IS 😭😭😭

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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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

AOT BOYS WHEN THEY’RE DRUNK pt.2

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JEAN: the horny drunk

jean is the kind of drunk that’s just such a fucking hornball. he loves all over you, sloppily kissing your neck as he gropes at your thighs. you swat at his hands profusely, but it’s futile … every time he just picks a different spot on your body to touch. this time it’s your waist, jean maneuvers you into his lap as he buries his face into your neck, inhaling the sweet perfume you always wore. it’s only now that you begin to feel the little bump in his pants from his bulge. “jean, w-we’re in public,” you say, trying to reason with him as he just give you a lazy smile before kissing your lips. “but i wanna fuck you.” he says back, a little too loudly for your taste. your eyes widen and jean stupidly keeps talking. “i wanna feel that pussy on my cock. m’so fucking hard right now.” he babbles, making your face warm with embarrassment form his dirty words. you quickly get your boyfriend up and into the bathroom to sober up .. only for him to bend you over the toilet and fuck you like the slut you are. “yeah? s’ good for you?” he asks, hips snapping up to yours delivering quick and harsh thrusts to your pussy. your eyes struggle to stay open as your grip the toilet seat, biting your tongue as your abdomen burns with your orgasm. “s-so good! s’ so good jean!” you cry out, immediately silenced by his hands no less than a minute later. your moans are muffled, shushed as you whimper out .. cumming all over you boyfriend cock with a loud wail as his harsh thrusts don’t stop.

LEVI: the drunk with no filter

levi is the kind of drunk who absolutely says any and everything that comes to his mind when he’s drunk. you guys are out, having a drink with hange, sasha, pieck and a couple others. you’ve been having a good time, talking about your plans for the fall time. you and levi planned on going on a lot of fun dates, carnivals. festivals, corn mazes, haunted houses all that jazz. and you’re so excited and cute, talking animatedly to hange as you tell her how excited you are to do so many new things you’ve never done in your relationship before. unknowingly to you, levi’s had wayyy more wine than normal and he’s feeling looser than ever. you think nothing of it when he drapes a hand around your shoulder, pulling you in close for a kiss. but as he moves his lips against your, you taste the wine on his lips. you’re distracted when levi squeezes at your hips, hands going to your boyfriend’s chest as he tries to deepen the kiss. “jesus you two, get room.” hange teases, making you flush with embarrassment as you pull away from your boyfriend. “can we leave now y/n? wanna take care of you right now.” he weakly speaks, surprising the dark haired girl at his needy tone. you nod, just trying to get him to get up and go to the bathroom with you. “p-put your leg up.. just like that—fuck,” he moans, fucking his cock in and out of you as you hold onto the handle bars in the cramped bathroom stall.

REINER: the drunk who forgets you’re his girlfriend

now you’d think that with your boyfriend’s height and weight he’d be able to handle his liquor, but no .. of course your amazing and caring boyfriend has the tolerance of a 10 year old kid. and that’s why you were in the situation you were in now. glossy lips turned up in a smile as you look up at your boyfriend through your lashes. he’s drunk, so, so drunk that he can barely even stand. this is why you should’ve kept him on tighter leash at this stupid party. somehow he’s managing, leaning against a pillar as he slurs flirty comments at you. you have to hold back a smile as he keep undying he’s s ever seen you before, and that you’re the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen. at this point he’s babbling nonsense .. but it’s still cute knowing how he feels about you. “can i have y’number pretty thing? y’ so damn gorgeous. can i kiss you?” he asks, making you giggle when he stumbles slightly. his cheeks are red, cutely tinged with blush from all the alcohol he’d been drinking, his eyes are dark and low lidded, hazy from all the liquor he’d been drinking tonight. “you’re so drunk babe.” you giggle, holding onto his torso when he slightly stumbles again, almost falling over. he places his hands onto your waist to steady himself, looking down at you like you’re the prettiest girl he’s ever had the pleasure of laying his yes on. literal hearts in his eyes as he looks at you, with his lovesick self. “m’ your babe?” he slurs, confusion coming over his beautiful features. you nod, trying to hold in another laugh as reiner still looks confused at your words. “you’re my boyfriend silly,” you tell him, watching how his lips turn up in a happy smile. “m’ your boyfriend?” his voice is happy, rising slightly as you nod. reiner almost crushes you in a hug and he lays kisses all over your face, making you actually laugh out this time. “m’ so lucky then. you’re so pretty,” he speaks, burying his face into your neck. not knowing how your heart flutters at his sweet words.

yesss pleaseeee write the stalker!jean y/n as a drabble!!! like Jean is just soo 😫i just know he would be a good asl stalker, especially since he is super tall and mysterious 😫

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pairing: jean kirstein x f!reader

word count: 1.7k +

a/n: i didnt proof read this but also this came out super cute but like also terrifying but ily pookie bear jean

tw: stalking, manipulation, drinking, etc

it was cold tonight, nearly below freezing in shiganshina. you hated the cold, you dreaded being bundled up in a billion layers only to still be shivering. however, it was almost christmas and you were running behind on shopping. fortunately for you, the streets were quiet. nobody wanted to be out in this weather. you weren't afraid of the dark. often times, you embraced the peace that came from walking the street alone at night. despite being a woman, shiganshina was a relatively safe city.

the streets and sidewalks were lined with a thing layer of snow with flurries still falling from the sky. there's a glow of warmth from the street lines as you duck into the nearest store. it's a small boutique that's much warmer than outside. there are mannequins strewn about, various pieces on displays and a small jewelry section in the back. you decide to head to the back of the store and work your way up front.

despite being a small array of options, the jewlery they had was beautiful. you pick up a small white box were two silver earrings in the shape of hearts like. you frown as you slide a finger down the side of the container. they were pretty, but it wasnt something your mother would like and that's who you were here for, after all. you ponder getting them for yourself but your face drops when you remember your budget. you sigh and put them back on the shelf while you put your mother first.

as you set them down, you can't shake the feeling of being watched. no, you were definitely being watched. you slowly turn your head around and an exhale when you don't see anybody with their eyes on you. just a few other women browsing about and the shop owner who's ringing up a tall man's purchase. you shake your head. christmas time was always stressful for you and it's certainly showing now.

after finding a suitable necklace for your mom, you bring it up to the cashier. the cashier is a sweet, older lady who is smiling as hard as she can. you feel bad that she has to be out at work during the cold and make small talk about how you'll need to do your holiday baking tomorrow. she laughs and tells you that she's running behind too, and that she's sure you'll get your cookies done in time.

the walk back to your apartment building isn't so bad despite the howling wind. you remind yourself to be thankful for the snow, knowing the toll global warming would eventually take. on the opposite side of the street, there's a nice black car with tinted windows. you take a moment to wonder who was lucky enough to drive such a luxurious car, as you've seen it around town before. quite often actually. although, you've never seen it on your street before. you didn't live in the nicest part of town and you assume it must be somebody's family member visiting for the holidays. you head into the builiding, unaware of the pair of eyes staring at you from within the car.

unfortunately, the next day isn't any warmer. you're smart this time and decide to go shopping early in the day instead of having to brave the cold, harsh night. you drive to the nearest grocery store; your kitchen was tragically empty and lacking all of the ingredients needed to make your famous christmas cookies.

in the baking aisle of the store, you stare at the plethora of options that could either make or break your dessert. you grab a bag of chocolate chips and peanut butter chips. you spin on your heel, ready to move farther down the aisle. classically, you bump right into somebody and unfortunately the carton of eggs you had tucked under your arm before coming to this aisle heads straight to the ground. the lid pops open and eggs fall out, cracking on the ground. ultimately, they crack and the yolks splatter onto your shoes and up your paint leg a little. you let out a gasp and look up into the eyes of a handsome stranger.

his hazel eyes widen as he looks at splattered eggs on your clothing. "i'm so sorry, i didn't see you there." he looks for a way to help you but he's failing.

"it's fine," you sigh. "it's christmas time and we're all in a rush. plus, i'm a little clumsy." you blush as you feel his eyes give you a once over. you clear your throat and his eyes come back up to land on yours.

"i'm the clumsy one this time. i really am sorry. could i at least pay for your stuff?" he tilts his head. you realize just how tall he is as he looms over you, waiting for an answer.

"no, that's alright, really. it's my fault, i told you i'm clumsy. stuff like this happens to me alot." you admit, turning more red by the second. he laughs and rubs the back of his neck. his laugh is deep and hearty.

"oh, c'mon, how else are those cookies going to get made?"

"how did you know i was going to make cookies?" you ask, raising a brow at him. he clears his throat and points at the bags in your arms.

"you're in the baking aisle, after all. eggs and chocolate chips are also two of the most important things when it comes to cookies." he laughs and you feel embarrassed at your stupid question. obviously he knew you were going to be baking, it's that time of year and you are holding the ingredients for them. you laugh with him and choose to accept his generosity, appreciating not having to spend your own money, especially since it was a little tight right now.

after picking out a new carton of eggs, you and the handsome stranger head to the check out line. "my names jean, by the way." he says as he hands the clerk his card. he looks down at you.

"i'm (y/n)." you tell him. he nods his head. he hands you the plastic bag filled with your now paid for groceries. you two walk out of the store together when all of a sudden, he stops you.

"this might be a little cliche and a little too fast, but would you like to go to dinner with me tomorrow? just feel really bad 'bout the eggs 'n all." he shrugs as he makes sure his joke lands.

you know what, what the hell?

"sure, jean."

after exchanging numbers, you two head off in your own separate directions. back at your apartment, the fancy car is still there, just in a slightly different position. you think about how nice it must be to have family come to visit as you head inside.

tomorrow night comes quicker than expected. you had knots in your stomach all morning and you find them still lingering into the evening. you take your time getting ready for your date with jean and you can't shake the feeling of anxiety nestling into your chest.

later on, you park your car at the restaurant jean had texted you to meet him at. it's a high end restaurant and you're relieved you chose to wear one of your nicest dresses and an overcoat. as you make your way to the front door, you see that same black car, tucked neatly into one of the back parking spots. you shake your head as you head into the restaurant.

jean is dressed to the nines. if you thought he was handsome yesterday, you thought he fucking looked deadly tonight. if looks could kill.

jean smiles as you take a seat across from him. you give him a shy smile as you watch him take in your appearance. there's a glimmer of hunger in his eyes that makes you want to sink into your seat. you're self conscious as his eyes devour you but his words come out so calmly. "you look really good."

"thank you." quiet are the words that manage to come from your lips.

you spend the evening making talk of all sort of topics ranging from the weather to the casual, heated arguments about aliens and if they existed or not. you really enjoy your time, finding it n yourself to indulge in a bottle of wine. jean offers to pay for the entire meal as your plates becomes empty. you laugh and make a joke about how rich he must be. he just chuckles in return.

you start to realize just how drunk you are. the heat in your cheeks is radiating and you feel like you're vibrating, just a little. jean hasn't taken his eyes off you once.

"before you go," he starts. he reaches into his pocket and pulls out a small, white box. "i got you something. now, i know we just officially met but i couldn't help myself."

the words go right over your head as you reach across the table for the little container. you take the lid off and gasp. the pair of little, silver hearts from the store the other night. you become a stuttering mess. "h-how did you.."

your brain begins to move a thousand miles a minute, flashing different pictures your eyes have collected the last few days. it's the black car you've seen all over town. the tall man in the boutique. the black car parked on your street. the feeling of being watched. the cookies. the earrings. the car in a different position.

your words fall out in a whisper as you drop the box onto the table. "you..." jean tilts his head and smirks. he can see the realization in your eyes and the hunger in his grows. you feel helpless in this crowded restaurant, not wanting to make a scene. he watches your rosy cheeks turn pale.

"me? what about me, (y/n)?" his words are condescending.

"you've been watching me. stalking me." you hiss under your breath, hoping it comes out as confident but jean picks up on the shakiness on your voice.

"hmm..? what was that?" you can see the thrill he's getting. you don't answer him. you reach to where you set your phone on the table at the beginning of the date. it isn't there. “oh, my silly (y/n.) you've drank a whole bottle of wine. just however will you get home?"

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