#jean fluff

NOTE! jean x reader. sigh SIGH BIG SIGH. im down bad. also does anyone have naps like that? like ones where you feel like you just woke up from a new dimension.

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your head's pounding. throat dry, heart racing, and when you shift you can feel the throw blanket behind you almost pill off your skin.

it's hot. there's a subtle buzz of voices shouting, birds chirping, and the sound of air circulating from the AC that just turned on. it's not helping you whatsoever, not with a six-foot-two man on top of you.

a warm breath on your collarbone sends a shiver down your spine. jean's face is buried into your neck, and your hand is buried into his hair. his arm is wrapped so tightly around your waist that you can feel his gold bracelet cut into your stomach. fingers toying on the edge of your belly button. it makes you a little dizzy, the way he so easily wraps you into his whole being.

it's almost sticky. where his hand is connected to your stomach or where your chest connects with his bare one. where your leg is wrapped around his. where his cheek lies on your shoulder, the strap of your tiny tank top rolled down. you recall him rubbing on you like a cat earlier, sleeping the material down further before pressing a fluttering kiss onto the skin.

"hmph," you mumble, shoving your hand against his chest. he doesn't move, no tightening of his grip, not a single noise from him.

you almost believe he's asleep. but you can feel his fingers running along your anklet as your foot dangles off the sofa, tracing the letter 'j'. feel the way his chest rises against yours, not heavy and loud the way it is when he's actually asleep.

you think you could spend a lifetime doing this. that the sweaty skin wouldn't gross you out, nor would the mark of his bracelet hurt as much. because it's him. and when it comes to him, you don't mind his heavy body weight or how he squeezes you a little too tight.

it makes you a little dizzy, the way you feel so deeply. the way the ache in your chest hardens as his grip on you does. a good dizzy.

ˢˡᶦᵍʰᵗ ˢᵘᵍᵍᵉˢᵗᶦᵛᵉ, ᵐᵃʲᵒʳᶦᵗʸ ᶠˡᵘᶠᶠ

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men who keeps a picture of you in his wallet; the picture visible when he pulls out his wallet to pay

men whose personality is about you. social media, camera roll, and even lock screen have pictures of you on it

men who are very tender about you; who never tell you no. whatever you want you can have. that overpriced 30 dollar candy? grab it. another pair of the same shoes you have at home? already being bought in your size.

men who are sensitive to your emotions. you're happy? he's happy. you're crying? he's doing everything in his power to fix it. pouting because you want something? he's getting it for you right now.

men who boast about you to anyone that'll listen, always finding a way to bring you up in a conversation that has absolutely nothing to do with you.

men whose facade falls once you tilt your head at them ever so slightly, a please leaving your lips.

men whose friends joke that you're the one that wears the pants in the relationship

suggestive undercut!

men whose neck is littered with hickeys and marks from you

men who grin when his friends point out the scratches on his back. that say he looks like he's been mauled. and he only smiles because it was you who did it--with the same set of nails he just paid for

men who always have to touch you--doesn't matter where. standing up? hands on your hips. on the couch? his arm is around you. in the bed small spooning? his hand is inside your shirt

men who crave with need for you

men who absolutely adore you

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Bokuto, Hinata, Kuroo, Oikawa, Yamaguchi, Connie, Armin, Jean, Gojo, Yuji, any character you like!

i just finished my rewatch and i hate everything so here r some relationship hc’s to cure me

eren bf headcanons part 1 & part 2

EREN.

first and foremost LOVES south park and has mastered the cartman voice and annoys u with it constantly

not a complete disaster in the kitchen despite what you might think, he has an apron that says ‘kiss the cook’ and if u don’t kiss him he follows you around whining like a toddler until you have no choice

big fan of laying down and putting his entire body weight on you. it doesn’t matter how hard you smack him, he will not get off of you!!! and if you bite or lick him he’ll take that as an invitation if u know what i mean

really sensitive heart :( he doesn’t like it, but he cries easily and is quite hard on himself. likes to be pampered from time to time and reminded that you love him. head scratches in particular make him melt

prefers nights in as opposed to going out and dressing up and all that. why would he put on pants and spend a bunch of money on a meal in a stuffy restaurant when you two can lounge in your underwear, eat pizza, and play video games together?

that being said, he DOES like going out for the sole reason of coming back, taking off the outfit that you worked so hard to put together, and messing up your hair wink wink

let you take him to get his first piercing and was kind of a weenie about it but REALLY likes how he looks with it

there are no boundaries between you. if you’re on the toilet, he’s sitting on the bathroom counter telling you about his epic victory royale against jean last night. if he’s sweaty from the gym you’ll tell him exactly how stinky he is and he’ll laugh as he picks you up and hauls you to the shower with him.

ARMIN.

runs long, intricate dnd campaigns with you and the scouts. he’s SO good at coming up with twists and turns and tying everything together. he says he’s fine if you want to romance another player’s character but also coincidentally always has an npc that you can’t help but fall for

doesn’t have a whole lot of belongings aside from books so whenever you two move in together you kinda have free reign of your home. all he asks is that he has a bookshelf all to himself. or two. and a space for his lucky coffee mug.

he grew up with just his grandpa, so it was really hard on him when he passed. he really enjoys spending time with you and your family, regardless of whether it’s dysfunctional or not. he’s at every holiday, charming your ornery grandparents and reading to your little cousins.

if you’re a homebody, he’s kind of a nag about getting you outside at least once a day. he gets a couple of chairs for your porch and you guys eat dinner out there a lot and watch the sun go down while you talk about your days

loves an afternoon nap. if you don’t have anything going on during the weekend, he undoes the bed (that he makes every morning) and cracks a window open and he’s dragging you to lie down with him while a video essay plays on his phone in the background

big pasta guy. prefers a light sauce, like a butter-based sauce or wine sauce. bad day? spaghetti. great day? penne. if there are no dinner plans, he’s probably already deglazing a pan with a bottle of pinot grigio and boiling fettuccine. ugh malewife

also surprisingly handy??? he thinks of fixing things or hanging pictures like a geometry problem so as long as a project doesn’t require like. a jackhammer. he can get it figured out

really into historical dramas!! he thinks documentaries can get a bit boring but he likes watching dramas or reenactments and then researching the differences between the show and reality.

JEAN.

big vinyl guy!!! somehow not in a pretentious annoying way (most of the time), he just has a cool turntable setup and a good collection of records spanning everything from miles davis to noah kahan to the saturday night fever soundtrack. he likes putting on some oldies and dancing around with you

no place is too far for him to drive to get you. if you're an hour away and drunk off your ass with your friends you tell him you'll just get an uber home and he says "over my dead body" and gets in the car immediately to get you. doesn't care if it's 3am

on that note he'll also drive your friends home too. yes he's the guy that does stuff for your friends too because if they're important to you they're important to him!!! he gets them birthday gifts and pays for their food if you go out together

had a phase where he was WAY too into hair gel/wax until you had to tell him he looked like someone out of west side story. to this day connie calls him 'grease lightning' much to jean's dismay and your delight

unfortunately he takes up the whole couch. he's just tall and all legs and he can't make himself compact so he makes up for it by letting you lay on top of him or sit on his lap. plus you can pick whatever movie you want

doesn't ever really get insecure about your relationship. why would he be concerned over the guy at the grocery store asking for your number when you come home to HIM and the weekly bouquet of flowers he gets you?? (however, said grocery guy is getting fucked up if you so much as whisper that you're uncomfortable)

if you guys decide to have kids, he is SUCH a good dad!!! he has those kids on his shoulders at the amusement parks and they have matching outfits and everything. when they're teenagers he's great about laying down the law without being a jerk about it. cries at every wedding

really loves when you get new clothes and come home and model them for him. especially if you happen to have a cute new set of lingerie for him to wolf whistle at. most of the time this results in him whisking you off to the bedroom hehe

CONNIE.

thinks you two are the funniest pair alive and is constantly saying "we HAVE to start a podcast babe" and then you tell him that the world doesn't need another couples podcast but he's convinced that you two could actually make it big

in my mind connie is at least half latino (i'm texan and i say he's from the rio grande valley bite me!!!) so he is constantly bringing home food that his abuela and tias make. tamale season is so peak you guys are stocked for months

he's really good at skateboarding but terrible at trying to teach you how. "just flip the thing and land" and you try and he's like "no the OTHER thing here let me show you" BUT! if you finally land a trick he's whooping and cheering and your biggest fan

he has a tattoo on his scalp and it looks so good UGH. if he wants to change things up he can simply grow out his hair for a couple of weeks and then it's hidden. however he loooooves when you trace over it with your fingertips it drives him nuts

he has a pretty lanky build despite not purposely working out. he's just an active guy - if there's a place within a reasonable walking distance why would he drive when he can just walk or board?? if you're not a fan of walking that much he gives u a piggyback ride no problem

winning every idgaf war. not afraid of being stared at so he will do anything and everything to make you laugh even if he looks like a total moron.

back to latino connie - when he gets pissed at jean and/or eren during a game he starts RAVING at them in spanish and you can hardly understand him even if you're fluent bc he talks SO FAST and rambles and talks in circles but it's really funny. you often hear 'CÀLLATE, PUTA!!!' from the other room

somehow able to do pda without it being weird. like you know how when you go to a concert there's always that couple that's hanging off each other and it's uncomfortable for everyone in a certain radius??? he's like that but it's so natural for him that no one rly cares if his arm's around you. ig it's his effortless charm or whatever.

LEVI.

he's brutally honest and doesn't mince his words so if you're sensitive then i'm sorry LOL. he's still kind about it but if there's something wrong he'll just tell you. doesn't see the point in dancing around an issue.

similarly, he is an excellent communicator. he's very good at expressing his thoughts without being a total jackass about it, but he doesn't sugarcoat things. he's super good at texting back and picking up the phone - you'll almost always get an answer from him within 10 minutes even if he's busy

annoyingly punctual! if you two have somewhere to be, he's mapping out the route and calculating the time to get there with allowance for traffic, and even then your ass better be in the car 10 minutes early. if you have to do your makeup or whatever in the car then so be it

unintentionally really funny???? it may just be me but something about a guy who's so serious and badass using phrases like "look at these big ass trees" makes me giggle. he's good at being crass at the perfect time and doesn't get why you're laughing but it makes him smile all the same.

he's not super into tv or movies or anything but will sit down and watch something with you if you ask. just expect him to comment on how stupid and predictable the main character is or ask why that couple won't just talk to each other instead of having a 3-episode-long miscommunication. he's very cynical lol

since he doesn't have much of a family, he cherishes you above everything else. he would move heaven and earth for you the second you ask. treats you like royalty and if you think for one second you don't deserve it he will set you straight!!!

didn't grow up with any pets or anything so he doesn't really care to have one. thinks they make unnecessary messes and stink up your house. but if you bring in a stray he can't help but ask if it's been fed on time and if you need him to schedule that vet appointment.

he's a big softie when it's just the two of you. not in a weird or toxic way where he's aloof in public, he just has a hard time letting his guard down unless he knows you both are safe and sound at home. like he'll have a hand on your back if you're in a crowd but when he's home with you he's resting his forehead on your shoulder while you're cooking dinner yknow. very quietly whispers that he loves you - you don't have to say anything back.

synopsis: the aot men take care of you after a night out w the girls

warnings: drinking, suggestiveness but only sum slight, mentions of throwing up, reader is not leaving her friends for a man i swearrr

- connie

12:01 am.

connie loves to go out with his homeboys and you if you’re down. so when you told him that your friends were planning on going out tonight, he was so supportive.

“i know this night is supposed to be about you, but you can’t leave me here while you looking good as fuck.” he’s staring at your ass while you’re putting your earrings in next to your full body mirror.

“thank you baby. you gonna stay up waiting for me?” you knew connie didn’t play about his sleep but you wanted to test your luck. he walks up towards you and gives you a kiss with his arms wrapped around your waist.

“of course mama. if you need something, who else you supposed to call?”

3:47 am.

“babyyy, the girls are saying they’re tired and wanna head homee. can you come get me?”

connie was waiting up on you anticipating this was gonna happen. “of course mama, you okay? you not too drunk?” connie was sliding out his gaming chair rushing to get his keys.

“yes con, i jus-just miss you.” connie can hear the drunkenness in your voice.

one of your drunk homegirls walks over to you and takes your phone. “she had a blast with us connie! she did say she missed you tons though unfortunately. who wanna hear about a man while we out?” she laughs loudly on the phone. you snatch the phone back from her.

“ignore her and just come get me.” connie giggles at all the chaos and can hear your friends teasing you in the background. “im on my way princess.” and at that, you hear his car door close.

4:04 am.

connie’s all black audi came to the front of the club with a slight screech. he got out and immediately saw you and your friends outside talking to other girls you met.

“hi gorgeous, you look just like how i left you.” connie came up to you giving you a slight twirl to see the full outfit.

“stop connie im dizzyyy!” you grumbled at him. he smirks and looks at the rest of your friends while holding you up by your waist. “yall good on a ride?”

one of your friends answered, “yup! we timed the uber with the time you was coming to get her. it’s pulling up now.” he gave a slight nod and a polite wave goodbye while taking you to the car and into the passenger seat.

“come on baby, watch your head.” he’s handling you like glass, incredibly careful.

when he’s done buckling you, hes getting ready to head to the drivers seat. you pull him by his black tank. “gimme a kiss. i told you i missed you didn’t i? you ain’t miss me?” you fake pouted. “course i missed you.” he gave you a couple pecks on the lips, not wanting to do too much. “let’s take you home, hm baby?”

- eren

11:36 pm.

eren didn’t even like the idea of you going out. you told him it was for your friends birthday and that she really wanted to turn up for her birthday.

“you’ll call and text?” he’s standing by the door watching you do your makeup at the vanity he built for you in his room.

“course i will ren. im still gonna be your girlfriend whether i’m outside or not.” he gives a begrudging hum with a nod to his head.

he ends up dropping you off at your friends house where you guys are pre-gaming. your gathering your things you left in his car and eren grabs your chin.

“don’t hesitate for anything. if you need money or if you need me, call and ask.” you smile at him brightly. “i love you ren. i’ll always call if i need you.” eren didn’t need to hear nothing else. you guys exchange a semi-long kiss before you break it to go meet up with your friends.

1:06 am.

it was getting to the time of night where people was throwing up and feeling dizzy. you felt fine but the birthday girl ended up overdoing it and got sick. the night ended up being cut earlier than she anticipated.

“ugh y/n im sorry! i know we were supposed to have a good time and i ruined ittttt!” you were holding your friends hair as she was throwing up in the club bathroom.

you were definitely drunk as well but when your friends are sick, you tend to sober fast.

“it’s okay hun, i’ll call eren okay? he’ll come get us.” your friend nodded and kept her head to the toilet.

you step out of the stall to call eren. the phone rings about 4 times before he finally picks up. “baby you okay?” he sounds like he just woke up.

“i’m okay, it’s me and my friend. she’s super sick and she needs to get home so she can rest up. can you come get us?” eren could tell you were tipsy from your voice. “im coming. i’ll follow your location. don’t drink anything.” you laugh at his protectiveness. “kay ren, drive safeee.”

1:13 am.

eren drove quick as all hell to get to you. as soon as he pulls up he sees you and your friend outside waiting for him. he gets out and opens the back door for your friend.

“thank you ren.” you help your friend get into the backseat as eren opens your passenger seat for you.

he gets into the driver seat. “you’re not sick too are you?” you shake your head no. “words.” “i’m not sick eren, damn.” you laugh slightly. he always got like this after you were out drinking.

he grabs your face and gives you a quick kiss, “stop worrying me all the time and just stay home next time.” he grumbles. you roll your eyes but give him a kiss on the cheek as he drives off. “no promises!”

- jean

11:30 pm.

jean isn’t a controlling boyfriend at all but he gets worried when you go out without him. he doesn’t like knowing that anything could happen to you and he couldn’t be there to help you.

he knows it’s girls night and that you and your friends haven’t been out, he’s understanding of that but he worries!

you’re looking at yourself in the mirror cocky asf. your body was banging and everything was right in place. jean of course took notice, barging into the bathroom.

“baby, you look…” he gave one of those whistles and looked you up and down quickly. “stay home with me. we can have more fun here.” he pulls you by your waist while giving you a slight smile.

you smile back with all 32 teeth. “thank you hun. but i’m definitely still seeing the girls and we can have fun later.” you wink at him while pulling away to finish your lip combo.

jean puts his hands to his face and sighs, “youre gonna leave your boyfriend here all by yourself while you out there looking that good? is that fair y/n, hm?” he fake grumbles while itching to get back to your waist as your bent on the counter finishing putting your lipgloss.

“you’ll be just fine j. won’t even notice im gone! drive me to sasha’s?” you wrap your arm around his neck and give him a kiss on the lips, knowing he’ll do anything you ask after that.

he sighs, “whatever my lady wants.”

12:15 am.

jean ends up pulling up to sasha’s house. “call me when you’re done. don’t get no damn uber.” you nod excitedly. “i love you baby.” he gives you a kiss by grabbing your face. “i love you too j! i’ll call you later.”

he smiles as he watches you walk up to the door in that tight ass outfit you’re wearing. oh does he hate to watch you go, but he loves to watch you leave.

2:11: am

you and sasha are having a great time but sasha is having an even better time with this guy she’s been dancing with on the dance floor. she pulls you to the side quickly to check your temp.

“y/n, i’m having a really good time with you i swear! but i haven’t been laid in months.” she groans as she says that. “the dude with the blonde hair has been dancing with me since we got here. is it okay if…” you stop her before she finishes.

“girl please don’t even worry about it. i’m ready to head home and lay with that 6 foot man i got ready for me. i’ll call him, you go do your thing.” she hugs you and thanks you multiple times. with a quickness, you call jean. he doesn’t say much except that he’s on his way.

he sees you outside waiting and he immediately picks you up with you on his shoulders.

“jean, put me down!” you giggle.

“been waiting to sleep with you by me all night,” he puts you in the passenger seat and looks at you. “don’t go tryna leave me again.”

note: remember to read the tags! + i do not own any of these works

capillum

trust

the only true language

reluctant heroes

k.

my love mine all mine

like the movies

meet me halfway

a moment

late night birthdays

don't delete the kisses

beetlebum

to my love

anyone can be a chef

a matter of convenience

unrequited

midnight ride

don't mind the thorns

or, you've had a bad day, and your boyfriend ends up taking the brunt of it.

pairings: levi x reader, jean x reader

warnings: none, fluff

levi ackerman

Levi's never been one to take shit from anyone, but he's much more lenient with you. That is to say, he tolerates 0% from everyone else and about 10% from you. The meter runs out quickly when you start acting short and standoffish with him.

So, like the self-sacrificing idiot he is, he ignores you until you decide to bridge the gap yourself. Usually, he's fine with people being annoyed or scared of him. Levi has always known that he's stronger than most, quicker than most, tougher than most, and he's perfectly okay with letting his comrades direct their ire his way. He can take it.

He can't take the thought of you upset with him. As much tough love as he shows everyone else, he never wants to be mad at you, much less hurt you by directing his own annoyance at you.

It weighs on him more than it should throughout the day, the way you snapped at him and turned away from him like he's worthless. It's infuriating. Levi hates the fact that you can wear on him so easily, but everything else that comes with loving you is easy as can be, even with the annoyances and the strife.

You heard the front door open with a quiet click, followed by a heavy sigh that echoed faintly down the hallway.

“Babe?” Jean’s voice was tired but familiar—like warmth in winter and the scent of home-cooked pasta.

“In the kitchen,” you called, standing over the stove in his hoodie and fuzzy socks, spoon in hand. “Also, take your shoes off before you walk in here! I just mopped.”

A dramatic groan came from the hall. “You mopped? Who even does that anymore?”

“I do,” you said proudly. “Because I don’t want you tracking mud from your gross training grounds into our apartment, you gremlin.”

He laughed, his voice getting closer as he obeyed and kicked his boots off by the door. “I’m an Survey Corps soldier, not a gremlin.”

“You were crawling up a tree when I called you earlier.”

“Okay, maybe part-time gremlin,” he conceded, appearing in the doorway with messy hair, a light sheen of sweat, and a slightly scuffed jaw. “Hey.”

“Hey.” You smiled at him, leaning on the counter.

Jean dropped his bag, walked over, and without saying a word, wrapped his arms around your waist from behind and rested his chin on your shoulder. You felt his breath against your neck, and your heart softened instantly.

“Missed you,” he mumbled.

“You smell like dust and dirt,” you replied, but your hands still found his. You laced your fingers together, anchoring him to you. “But... I missed you too.”

“You look cute in my hoodie.”

You turned your head to look at him. “That’s why I’m wearing it.”

He kissed your cheek lazily, like he didn’t have the energy to move but still needed you close. “What are you making? Smells good.”

“Pasta. Your favorite. Figured you’d be starving.”

Jean made a pleased little hum, like a man who just fell in love all over again. “I am starving. Starving for you, mostly.”

“Oh my god,” you laughed, shoving him lightly with your hip. “You are so lame.”

“But you like it,” he grinned.

You rolled your eyes and stirred the pot again. “You’re lucky I like anything about you.”

Jean leaned in and nuzzled into your hair. “No, I’m lucky you love everything about me.”

You tried not to smile, but failed. “Cocky.”

“Only with you.”

The kitchen was quiet except for the bubbling pasta and your quiet laughter as he tugged you away from the stove for a real kiss, one hand on your cheek and the other still looped lazily around your waist.

Eventually, he pulled back, his voice low and sleepy. “This right here? Coming home to you like this? It makes the rest of the day feel worth it.”

You kissed him again just to shut him up.

Jean Kirstein x Reader

You think you could hide your insecurity from Jean but he figures it out and gently pulls you out of it, with love and a few stupid jokes as you make dinner together.

The smell of garlic and tomatoes with a hint of pepper reached your nose as you stood by the sink, washing a plate.

Jean was humming beside you as he cut the tomatoes, when he saw you were zoning out, the plate in your hands, but your eyes were distant.

"You know, I've been trying to show off how fast I can dice a tomato for a few minutes now."

"You're really unimpressed huh?"

He smirked, bringing his arm around your shoulder lovingly.

You snapped out and your eyes met his pretty hazel ones. Now full of concern for you. "Sorry, Jeanie…"

"Its fine… I'm sure the wall in front of you was far more interesting~"

He took the plate from your hand and put it on the counter.

"What's bothering you?"

You looked at him for a bit, his eyes were so pretty.. and his face.. he's so distracting. But that was the problem.. he could literally be with anyone and yet he's with you..

You who.. can't get up from bed on some days because life feels to hard. You who can't help but compare your worst moments to someone else's best.

"Do you think you could do better, Jeanie?"

His eyebrows furrowed like an offended puppy.

"Better than what, sweetheart?"

"Better than.. me"

Saying the words out loud only made you feel worse. Like it was something heavy on your chest.

Jean took one of your hands in his. He held it to his cheek. You immediately caressed his face.

"Don't you see what you do, love…?" He held your hand, intertwining your fingers.

"See how you immediately touched my cheek.."

"So?"

"So.. you give away love without expecting anything in return.. In a million small ways that you think people don't notice."

He then moved his hands to your face, cupping your jaw in his hands.

"And that's rare.."

"But I can't always be cheerful.."

"Neither can I" He said, like he was stating a fact.

He knew you had insecurities that ran deep. So he proved to you in a way that you can't deny that he loves you.

He pressed his lips to yours, softly, his arms wrapping around your waist. He then smiled at you, holding your cheeks with his palms.

When you smiled back he gave your face a little squeeze.

"You're adorable"

You pout instantly.

"Like a bunnyy~"

"Jean stoppit.." You tried to frown but it only made you look cuter in his eyes.

"Not if this is the reaction you'll give me.."

"Dummy.."

"That's what I get for complimenting you? That's harsh, love. But I'll take it."

He then went back to the tomatoes, making sure you were watching as he cut them into little cubes.

"C'mon I told you I could dice them expertly."

You rolled your eyes.

"I guess but I'm busy admiring the view."

A blush formed on his cheeks, he turned to you.