i just felt like i needed a new start bc i’ve had this blog since 2013 and i think i messed it up a little by restarting it (ex. i have invisible followers that i can’t get rid of).
i’ve restarted it twice before and then i completely left tumblr for a while bc i had no intentions of using it, but now that i’m back there have been a couple more problems that i won’t be getting into.
i won’t be posting on this blog anymore, but i’ll keep it up since all of my works are on here, and i’ll reblog this post once or twice as a reminder.
thank you for all your support thus far. you can now find me on @erieren <3
summary: mikasa always seemed innocent, but behind closed doors she’s the total opposite. eren finally gets to see her wild side, and he’s in for a ride.
status: complete
part one — eren pays mikasa a visit late at night
part two — mikasa experiments with eren a little more
part three — eren gets the most mind-blowing head of his life
i just felt like i needed a new start bc i’ve had this blog since 2013 and i think i messed it up a little by restarting it (ex. i have invisible followers that i can’t get rid of).
i’ve restarted it twice before and then i completely left tumblr for a while bc i had no intentions of using it, but now that i’m back there have been a couple more problems that i won’t be getting into.
i won’t be posting on this blog anymore, but i’ll keep it up since all of my works are on here, and i’ll reblog this post once or twice as a reminder.
thank you for all your support thus far. you can now find me on @erieren <3
i just felt like i needed a new start bc i’ve had this blog since 2013 and i think i messed it up a little by restarting it (ex. i have invisible followers that i can’t get rid of).
i’ve restarted it twice before and then i completely left tumblr for a while bc i had no intentions of using it, but now that i’m back there have been a couple more problems that i won’t be getting into.
i won’t be posting on this blog anymore, but i’ll keep it up since all of my works are on here, and i’ll reblog this post once or twice as a reminder.
thank you for all your support thus far. you can now find me on @erieren <3
excuse me for being horny on the dash but ik yall seen eren in that new official art 😮💨
the way i’d sink to my knees in front of him and beg for even a CRUMB of his attention… i’d even let him use me as a foot stool 😫 but just the thought of him sitting in that chair has my back arching off of my bed.
smut under the cut i couldnt help it >.< (-17 dni)
cw: fem!reader, dom!eren, dubcon (?), use of “good girl”, face fucking
you’re kneeling in front of eren as his gaze pierces through your skull. if it wasn’t for the intense look in his eyes, you’d think that he was bored or even uninterested.
he hates it. he hates the way you look at him with doe eyes and pouty lips, wordlessly begging for the one thing you crave at that moment. it’s right there, it’s right in front of you; maybe if you just–
“good girls follow my rules,” eren’s voice sends a chill down your spine. it’s stony and cold like a siberian winter. “you wanna be good for me?”
you don’t recall acting out today. okay, maybe you did talk back to him after he called you out for leaving a dish in the sink. but it’s not fair! you did the dishes last night after dinner while he just watched tv. it was clearly his turn to do the dishes; he was just too stubborn to admit it.
so the reason why you’re in this position is not your fault. but who are you to disobey eren? so to answer his question, you earnestly nod your head.
“take my pants off,” he demands. your hands fly to the waistband of his sweats perhaps a little too eagerly, and he feels himself grow harder. the fact that your palms brushed against his clothed cock as you dragged the fabric down his thighs didn’t help.
eren urges you to continue with a slight nod of his head. your fingers hook under the waistband of his boxers and he once again lifts his hips to make it easier for you. his cock stands fully erect and it’s slightly throbbing. just the sight is enough to make your mouth water.
it has you in a trance; your eyes are half lidded and you subconsciously reach to wrap your hand around it. but it’s quickly slapped away, and you snap out of your reverie.
“said you wanna be good for me, but you’re acting on your own,” he looks down at you with a feigned look of sympathy. it’s almost like he’s mocking you. your heart beats faster as you realize the weight of your mistake, anxiously waiting for what he has prepared for next.
his hand finds its way to the back of your neck, and your head is being brought closer to his cock. your punishment can’t be that bad, right? you’re now face to face with his cock, and your eyes trail up and down the length, following the prominent veins.
you stick your tongue out just to take a small lick, but eren uses your open mouth to his advantage. he pushes your head down on his length all the way to the base, until your nose comes into contact with the patch of hair on his pelvis. tears well in your eyes from the sudden intrusion, and your fingers dig into the flesh of his thighs to try and push him off.
he smiles at the sight before him. he’s not done having his fun yet, though. his grip on your head loosens, and he brings you back a couple inches before he starts lightly bucking his hips.
“good girl, taking my cock like that,” he pants as he continues fucking himself into your throat. he’s so big that your jaw quickly becomes slack from how stretched out it is.
after a couple of minutes, he settles down and lets you take control. it’s his reward—his treat—to you for being his good girl.
content warnings: drug use (weed), smut (17+ only), dubcon, thigh riding, oral sex (m receiving), spit, unprotected sex, degradation, choking, mention of violence
word count: 4.5k
summary: after his band’s concert, eren decides to give you a second show in the back of their tour bus
notes: inspired by the song “greengreengreen” by chase atlantic :)
the noise inside of the arena was nearly deafening. you could feel the music blaring from the speakers throughout your body, and you heard the banshee-like screams coming from the crowd. bright lights flashed across the stage and into the sea of people, momentarily illuminating the room.
you watched as each member in the band put their souls into performing their last song of the night. connie discarded his shirt a while ago, and his back muscles flexed as he raised his drumsticks into the air before bringing them back down on the drum’s surface. armin’s fingers quickly worked the strings of his guitar, and eren brought a leg up to rest on top of his amp. jean was striding across the stage while singing the chorus for the last time; each of their bodies were covered in a layer of sweat.
remembering their first show at a small local club, you couldn’t be more proud of them. they’ve come a long way from where they began, and eren couldn’t be more grateful to have you by his side every step of the way. he initially feared that you wouldn’t be supportive of him being in a band when you first met, but you assured him that he shouldn’t let other people’s opinions get in the way of him living his dreams. and now, he was playing sold out shows in the biggest stadiums around the world.
“all right, that’s it for tonight everybody! thank you shiganshina, for coming out to rock with us tonight! see you all later!” jean’s voice boomed into the mic and the other members ceased playing their instruments. the crowd erupted with screams as he threw his guitar pick into the swarm, and the lights finally came back on. the four boys remained on stage for a couple more seconds before making their way backstage.
“you enjoy the show, y/n?” connie asked while shoving his drumsticks into his back pocket. he was heavily breathing, so you offered him the water bottle in your hands and he graciously accepted it.
“it was great, as always,” you complimented as he finished the contents of the bottle. he went in for a hug before realizing that he was still covered in sweat.
you greeted armin and jean before they went into the dressing room, and you waited for eren to come backstage. he pulled the strap of his bass over his head and pulled you into a one-armed hug, making you crinkle your face in disgust.
“hey baby,” he smirked as you tried to free yourself from his grasp. it was no use; you were no match against his strength.
“eren, you’re so gross. why would you do that?” you whined. his smell had transferred onto your clothes, and you gagged exaggeratedly. “go take a shower or something.”
“wanna come with?” eren winked at you before leading you to the dressing room. he pushed the door open to reveal armin and connie sitting on a couch and a very naked jean. he rushed to cover his bottom half while connie just laughed at him.
“jesus christ, eren. you ever heard of knocking?” jean snapped. eren ignored him as he went to put his bass on the stand against the wall and he took a towel out of one of the dressers.
“babe, i’ll be back soon. talk to armin or something,” he kissed your forehead before disappearing into the bathroom. you looked over to where armin sat, and he was patting the spot on the couch next to him. you sat down and got comfortable, extending your legs on the coffee table in front of you. armin was talking to you about the upcoming shows for a while before the topic changed.
“y/n, we’re gonna go out and get some food in a bit. you wanna tag along?” jean offered. he was now fully clothed, and he sat down next to you. your body became squished between his and armin’s; there was obviously not enough space for the four of you on there.
“mm, i would, but eren said he was gonna show me something,” you replied while trying to stand up from the overcrowded couch. jean placed a firm hand on your thigh to get you to sit still.
“oh please. the last time eren ‘showed you something,’ he forgot to throw the fuckin’ condom away,” connie snickered, and armin nudged his side, causing him to wince.
“i can show you better,” jean whispered into your ear as eren walked back into the room, clad in only a towel around his waist. eren’s focus immediately locked onto jean who ran the tip of his tongue against the shell of your ear just to spite him. his eyes narrowed as he noticed his hand was still on your thigh. feeling uncomfortable under his steely gaze, you pulled your head away from jean and removed his hand from your thigh.
“kirstein,” eren said a little too calmly while he went to get fresh clothes. “keep your hands off what isn’t yours.”
you couldn’t help but ogle at his bare arms and torso. little beads of water ran down his chest from the strands of hair that brushed his shoulders, and his heavily tattooed arms flexed with every movement he made. it was truly a sight to be seen.
“or what?” jean taunted. “i’m just trying to have a little fun.”
“y/n is my fucking girlfriend, not some groupie that you can pass around,” eren seethed. he pulled a white cotton tee over his head before dropping the towel and putting on a pair of boxers. “leave her the fuck alone.” the tension in the room grew thicker, and the silence was thunderous.
“i think we’re gonna head out now,” armin spoke after a moment. “let’s go jean, connie.”
jean squeezed your thigh before letting go and standing up. he followed the other two boys out of the room, and eren didn’t miss the wink he directed towards you before finally leaving.
“eren–” you started, but you were swiftly interrupted.
“we’re going to the tour bus,” he grabbed his phone off of the dresser and wrapped his hand around your wrist before taking you into the hallway. his footsteps echoed throughout the corridor, and he greeted any crew member that we passed on the way.
eren pushed open one of the heavy doors that led outside, and the chilly night air hit your skin. a sudden high-pitched squeal was heard, catching you both off guard. to your right, there was a group of girls huddling together.
“whoa, hey. what are you guys doing here?” eren asked them.
“oh m-my god. the eren jaeger is talking to us,” the short, blonde girl said. her big, blue eyes looked like they were about to pop out of her head. “i think i’m gonna faint.”
“we just wanted to–” a taller girl with reddish-brown hair started, but she was cut off by a deep voice that called out to them.
“hey! what do you think you’re doing? you can’t be here,” reiner, one of the security guards, directed to the group of girls. their eyes flashed with panic, and they all froze in place.
“yo, it’s cool. i was just gonna take some pictures with them,” eren explained. reiner’s brows furrowed, but he nodded nonetheless.
“you have five minutes. then i’m taking them to the front of the venue,” he said before going back around the corner he came from.
“baby, wait for me in the bus,” eren let go of your wrist and pointed in its direction. before you walked off, he whispered into your ear. “and roll me a blunt, please.”
you simply nodded before he gave you a pat on the back and sent you off. you couldn’t help but look over your shoulder as you walked away; an unsettling feeling formed in your guts. eren is famous and he has hundreds of thousands, or even millions, of fans that adore him, so you couldn’t quite understand why you were feeling this way. you finally tore your gaze away from him as the tallest of the three girls leaned in and kissed him on the cheek.
the door to the bus was unlocked, much to your surprise. perhaps armin and the others made a quick stop to get their belongings before getting their food. whatever the reason, it didn’t matter now. you walked through the bus until you reached the back end and started getting all of eren’s supplies together. after taking the bud out of the small baggie it was in, you placed it in the grinder and began twisting the parts together.
you heard the door creak open, followed by heavy footsteps approaching the back of the bus. the curtain that kept the back closed off was pulled to the side, and eren poked his head through as you finished rolling the blunt. you held it up for him to see, and he took it from your fingers before sitting next to you.
“jean’s been getting a little too close to you recently, don’t ya think?” eren said before placing the blunt between his pink lips. he pulled his lighter out of his pocket and gave it to you so that you could light it. his face momentarily glowed from the flame, and you could see the fire—figuratively and literally—in his eyes. “c’mere.”
with one arm, he pulled you into his lap so that you were straddling him. his gaze flickered down to your mouth before returning to your eyes.
“you know i’m yours,” you assured him with a kiss, and you tasted the smoke on his lips, along with the metal of his lip ring. “don’t worry, ‘ren.”
“mm, it’s almost like you were asking him to fuck you earlier,” he took another drag from the blunt and held the smoke in in his mouth for a couple seconds before blowing it right into your face. you turned your head to the side and coughed a little while eren rubbed your back.
“it’s not like that,” you tried to convince him, but he just shook his head. his hand moved from your back down to your hips, and he pressed your body further into his.
“you feel that?” he mumbled while rolling his hips ever so slightly. you felt his semi hard-on against your thigh, and you nodded your head. “want you so bad right now, but you just had to mess around with jean earlier.”
eren closed his eyes as he took one last puff from the blunt. he leaned forward and reached behind you to put it out on the tray before sitting back on the built-in sofa. you could feel yourself getting wetter every time he moved, and you couldn’t help but grind down into his lap.
“look at you, all desperate for me. but only good girls get my cock,” eren said before he started to unbutton your jeans. “take ‘em off, baby.”
you stood up from his lap and pulled your jeans down your legs; eren took the time to do the same. he brought you back into his lap, but this time you were straddling one of his thighs. he reached for the hem of your shirt and tugged on it, telling you to take it off. you tugged it over your head and unclasped your bra, letting the straps fall from your shoulders before throwing it to the side.
“get yourself off on my thigh,” he exhaled while returning his hands on your hips. you slowly rocked back and forth as his fingers toyed with the waistband of your panties. “gotta make it quick, don’t want the boys walking in on us, do we?”
“n-no,” you whimpered as he started bouncing his leg. you fell onto his chest and buried your face in the crook of his neck. eren brought one of his thumbs to your front and started rubbing circles into your clit over the thin fabric. your vision was clouded, both from the smoke that lingered in the air and from the pleasure of his finger on your clit.
eren pulled you away from his neck by grabbing the back of your head. he watched as your pretty tits bounced in front of him, and he brought his lips to your chest. wet kisses trailed your skin until he reached your right breast; he swirled his tongue against your stiff nipple and lightly nibbled at it. you let out a moan, and eren could feel himself getting harder underneath his boxers.
you started rocking your hips down onto his thigh with more force, chasing the orgasm that you so desperately needed to relieve yourself. your breathing became more shallow, and you squeezed your eyes shut at the feeling of your orgasm building in the pit of your stomach.
“almost there, baby. i know you’re close. come on,” eren urged you as he brought his large hands to the flesh of your ass. his fingers dug into your skin as your body started to shake.
“e–eren!” you squealed as you felt yourself release. eren stilled your hips as you came undone. your panties were completely soaked, and your arousal had leaked all over eren’s thigh. your whole body felt hot as you were coming down from the high.
“so good for me,” eren praised as he picked up the blunt again. he lit it up and brought it to his lips, inhaling the smoke into his lungs. “clean it up for me, will ya?”
he used his free hand to gently push you off of him, making you slide onto the floor between his legs. he guided your head to his thigh and you started licking at your arousal just like he had asked. you felt his muscles tense as you dragged your tongue up and down and skin, getting dangerously close to the hem of his boxers before retreating back towards his knee. eren was fighting the urge to moan out loud; instead he just hit the blunt again and let the room fill with more smoke.
“suck me off,” eren mumbled. he looked down at you with half-lidded eyes and smiled. you teased him by bringing the waistband of his boxers just below his v-line, revealing his tip that was already flushed and leaking. his body relaxed under your touch as you continued bringing the fabric down; he raised his hips to help you before sitting back. his thick cock faintly pulsed as it laid against his lower abdomen, ready for you to take in your mouth. you brought your head closer to him and let your breath fan over his sensitive skin, causing him to jolt a bit. finally, one of your hands wrapped around the base of his cock and slowly dragged it up and down.
eren was already far gone. his mind was hazy, and he could barely register the feeling of your hand on him. he threw his head back against the couch as you started to take him into your mouth, licking the tip before sliding it past your lips. the blunt between his fingers was getting shorter and shorter with each second that passed.
the tip of his cock hit the back of your throat as he discarded the roach onto the tray, causing you to gag around him. the sound sparked something inside of eren, and he brought a hand to your head and tried pushing you down further on his length. but you couldn’t. your jaw was slack, and your pretty mouth couldn’t fit anymore of him inside. tears welled in your eyes and you hummed around his dick to try and tell him something—anything—to stop.
“pretty girl can’t take it?” eren asked sweetly after removing you from his dick. you knew it was insincere; he wasn’t in a good mood, and you knew what was coming. “try again, babe.”
you nodded your head as he brought you down his length again. this time, you relaxed your throat to try and take all of him. small tears streamed down your cheeks as you inched down until you finally reached his base. the hair on his pelvis tickled your nose, and you felt your saliva trickle down your chin. with his free hand, eren gently wiped your tears away.
“that’s it baby,” he gasped, feigning shock. “knew you could do it.”
eren finally let go of your head and let you continue at your own pace. his hands supported the back of his head on the couch as he closed his eyes and relished in the feeling of your mouth on him. it was messy, just how eren liked it; your spit coated his cock and dripped down his balls. you continued sucking him, going as far down as you were comfortable with and letting your hands take what your mouth couldn’t. occasionally, you’d take him out of your mouth with a pop only to swirl your tongue around the tip and run it over his sensitive slit. you repeated this process for a couple more minutes until you felt his body tense. his cock twitched once, twice, inside of your mouth before he harshly tugged you away.
“g-god. that was good, babe. don’t wanna cum yet though,” he moaned. he wiped the spit off of your chin and brought your head back up to his, bringing your lips together. he melted into it, tasting himself on your skin, and you tasting the smoke on his.
eren suddenly stood up and pushed you against the wall. he kneaded one of your tits in his hand while sloppily kissing your neck.
“take off your shirt, ‘ren,” you said softly, and he complied. his soft, brown hair was still kind of damp, so he tied it back into a bun to keep it out of his face; his many ear piercings blinged in the light now that they were uncovered. he grabbed your legs behind the knees and pulled you up against the wall so that you were leveled with him. his green irises contrasted with his reddened sclera; he could surely use some eye drops right now.
you felt him run his tip along your folds, occasionally tapping it against your clit a couple times before finally pressing it into your hole. just the tip was enough to slightly stretch you out, and your body stiffened in his hold. you gripped onto his arms, nails digging into the intricate inked designs.
“my god, your pussy feels so good,” eren groaned as he slowly slid himself inside of you. you felt so warm, so wet, so tight around him. he was losing his mind, as if his head wasn’t already in the clouds; again, literally and figuratively. he reached the hilt, enjoying the way you clenched down on him, and let you adjust to his size.
“you can move now,” you told him, moving your arms so that they wrapped around his shoulders. eren slowly pulled out, watching as your tight cunt gripped his cock. he collected some spit in his mouth before letting it fall to where your bodies met; the extra lubrication helped him slide back in with more ease. his pace started off slow, he was taking in the feeling of your body against his. he repositioned your body against the wall after a while as he started thrusting up into you with more force.
“is this how you want jean to fuck you?” he asked before biting down on your shoulder, causing you to yelp. you struggled to form coherent thoughts due to his relentless pounding. eren was now holding you up by your ass, allowing him to put more strength into his movements.
“no! i only—fuck—only need you, eren!” you moaned into his ear, and his hips stuttered. your eyes rolled back into your head at the feeling of an exceptionally deep thrust.
“sure doesn’t seem like it, baby. he was all over you earlier and you didn’t do anything about it until i came back,” eren grunted. your lower back started coming off of the wall as he brought your hips to meet his every thrust.
“i promise, eren,” you whined as he unexpectedly pulled out. you looked at him with confusion in your dazed eyes, but he just wrapped his strong arms around your waist and carried you over to the counter. he set you down on top of it and your chest heaved as you took in large breaths of air that you didn’t even realize you needed until now.
“who knew my precious girlfriend was such a whore,” eren spat as he inserted himself into you again. he felt your pussy flutter around his length at his words. “you like it when i call you that, yeah? gonna let me fuck you like the whore you are?”
you nodded your head, but that wasn’t a good enough answer for eren. “use your words, slut.”
“god, eren! just fuck me already!” you cried as he started moving his hips again. your fingers got tangled in the hair that wasn’t long enough to be put up as he continued fucking into you with just as much vigor as before. he kept one hand on your hip while the other slid up to your neck. he wrapped his fingers around it and applied some pressure, also bringing his head down next to yours.
eren felt so good right now, almost too good. he loved hearing you whine and cry for him, he loved when you tugged on his hair ever so slightly, he loved the feeling of you around him, he loved you. every single one of your moans was driving him closer to his release, but he didn’t want this to end just yet.
“shut up, whore. so loud, i might rip your fucking throat out,” eren panted and instinctly pressed his fingers deeper into your skin. he didn’t realize it, but he was contradicting his own words. breathy moans escaped his lips with every thrust into you, and it went straight to your left ear as he nipped on it.
“you feel so good, eren,” you mewled as he let go of your throat. you could feel the knot forming in your stomach again, and you tugged on his hair a little more.
“y-yeah? i’m the only one that makes you feel this good, right?” he sneered. his breathing was starting to get ragged, and he cast his eyes down. he pushed your thighs apart, admiring the way your pussy took his cock so well. he let his mind take over and slowed down his thrusts but went in deeper.
“you’re the only one, ’ren. only you,” you babbled, feeling even closer to your orgasm. you felt the tip of his cock against your cervix every time his hips met yours. “i’m so close.”
eren pulled you into a kiss and started rubbing your clit to get you on edge. he swallowed your moans and felt around the inside of your mouth with his tongue. broken moans escaped you as you saw stars flash in your vision; your orgasm crashed through you, and eren continued rolling his hips into yours.
“oh fuck, baby,” eren moaned as he felt your pussy clench down on him sporadically. he pulled out and leaned into your body, connecting his lips to your collarbone. he pumped his cock a couple times until his warm cum splattered your thighs and trickled onto the countertop. eren was a moaning mess, and he was so loud. his chest heaved as he was coming down from his orgasm, and small beads of sweat rolled down his forehead. his face was flushed a deep shade of red, and he buried it into your chest.
“babe, we gotta clean up,” you reminded him as you tapped a finger on the bottom of his chin to get him to look at you.
“‘m sleepy,” eren murmured into your skin. he was rapidly blinking to try and keep himself awake, so you brought his head away from your body.
“we can sleep after we clean up,” you said while hopping off the counter. your legs were still shaking, so you held onto eren’s arm to steady yourself. you ripped some paper towels off of the roll and saturated it with warm water before bringing it down to your thighs to clean up the mess that eren made. eren did the same, but to his own body, and he helped you get dressed again.
“baby, drink some water,” eren said while grabbing his bottle from the fridge. he unscrewed the cap and gulped some of it down before handing it to you. you emptied its contents into your mouth and went to refill it while eren went into the bathroom. he returned a moment later, breath smelling of mint, and told you to get ready for bed.
eren laid back down on the sofa and closed his eyes; the feeling of the soft cushion was lulling him to sleep. he didn’t even hear connie’s loud laugh from outside. the three boys were right down the parking lot, just now coming back from wherever they went out to.
“yo eren fuckin’ hotboxed the bus!” connie exclaimed as he stepped inside. there was a thin cloud of smoke still lingering in the air, but it got thicker as he walked further back. he pulled the curtain to the side and saw eren’s seemingly lifeless body on the sofa, eyes raking over the bright red marks on his arms. “sheesh. what gives?”
“dude, what the hell?!” jean nearly screamed. you finally came out of the bathroom and looked to see what all the clamor was about. your eyes trailed to what jean was pointing at; it was some of eren’s cum that you forgot to wipe off of the counter.
“o-oh my god, i’m so sorry,” you apologized and scrambled to clean it up. you felt jean’s eyes burning into your skull as you wiped it off and disinfected the counter. meanwhile, armin opened some of the windows to air out the bus.
“so first he didn’t throw the condom away, and now he just decided to jizz all over the counter? i fuckin’ hate it here,” jean grumbled. you apologized again before going to where eren was.
“eren, baby. go to your bed,” you shook him awake, and he looked startled. “the bus driver’s gonna be back soon, then we’re leaving.”
he got up and stumbled out of the room and into the hall. the three boys all looked at him with blank expressions on their faces.
“how was your private show with y/n?” connie teased.
“good as shit. she thinks my vocals are better than jean’s,” eren replied while rubbing his eyes. jean looked taken aback, and his mouth opened to say something, but nothing came out. eren turned and crawled into his bed without another word. your eyes flitted to jean for a moment, feeling the heat rise up to your cheeks before climbing into the bed on top of eren’s. you drew the curtain of your bunk partially close, and let your arm dangle off of the side.
“good night, y/n. i love you,” eren said from below you. he brought his hand up and hooked your pinkies together.
“good night, ‘ren. i love you too,” you said back. it took a while for you to fall asleep because of how rowdy the other boys were, but you eventually found yourself dozing off.
summary: a mishmash of headcanons on what i think jean would be like in university + a messy moodboard at the bottom
cw: mentions of smoking, mentions of drug use (weed)
a/n: i wrote these to inspire a fic that i’m writing because jean is absolutely plaguing my brain,,, i love him sm <33
❥ he’s a studio arts major and always has paint stains on his jeans
❥ planned on living at home but rushed a frat with connie and eren instead
❥ definitely not the best student, but he works really hard
❥ loves philosophy classes the most, he could talk for hours
❥ a huge procrastinator, every essay gets started the day before it’s due
❥ hates studying in the library or his room, will always go to a coffee shop instead
❥ shamelessly flirts with every barista there
❥ his go to order is an iced caramel latte bc he has good taste and hates bitter drinks
❥ his textbooks are always covered in highlighter
❥ takes really good notes (connie borrows them a lot because his are a mess)
❥ his outfits are always pretty casual because he spends all of his time in the morning on his hair (usually just throws a flannel over a shirt and calls it a day)
❥ asks people out by asking them to model for his art
❥ picked up smoking his sophomore year because he thought it made him look interesting
❥ he only smokes menthols or clove cigs though
❥ smokes weed with friends because he doesn’t like being high alone
❥ his room is surprisingly neat and it always smells good (he lights a lot of candles)
❥ studies for major exams with armin because connie gets distracted too easily
❥ actually really likes group work and wants to take charge every time
❥ takes random theater classes for his elective credit
❥ the professors adore him and wish he’d change majors but he’s too dedicated to his other art
❥ uses cocoa butter vaseline lip balm because historia gave it to him as a secret santa gift
❥ like teaching girls how to skate in the courtyard (he’s had to run from campus police because he isn’t supposed to)
❥ he has the stereotypical navy plaid bedsheets but only because his mom bought them for him
❥ his mom sends a care package ever few weeks with baked goods and snacks and he cries because he misses her
❥ drives a really beat up old jeep that he restored in high school (her name is roxy)
❥ bought a guitar on impulse and now it just sits in the corner of his room but he will bring it out to show off during parties
❥ only takes late afternoon/night classes because he never wakes up before noon
❥ likes hanging out with sasha on weekends because she’ll paint his nails for him (he gets too impatient to do it himself)
❥ dyed part of his purple for a while because connie said it would look cool (he still has the bleached section because he never dyed it back)
❥ keeps a box of polaroids of all of his friends from every time they’ve come over to the frat house
art credits (middle photo) to artworkbyzuli on instagram
i have smth planned for it but it’s at the bottom of my priority list rn :’) i havent been updating my wip link that much, but you can always check that for updates
