#jean kirschtein fluff

[6sakusa]

𝐀 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆

𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐍 𝐉𝐀𝐄𝐆𝐄𝐑 𝐗 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑

Content: FWB relationship, missionary, fingering, mating press, creampie, riding, jealous!eren, him just being soft tbh.

A/N: Not proof read and written on a whim sorry not sorry.

Summary: Eren Jaeger is genuinely incapable of doing friends with benefits, he always seems to have problems with the ‘no strings attached’ part of it all.

You knew some of Eren’s friends and he was pretty renowned around campus, so the day you met him you can believe that you were pleasantly surprised to say he lived up to the hype and more in terms of his gorgeous face. Surprisingly he took quite an interest in you, the pretty girl with Jean’s arm slinged around her shoulders? Oh he’s got to know more. When he got your number he was elated and as expected, it didn’t take more than a few text exchanges before getting you in his bed but something about this was different. Maybe he was just pussy-whipped but he genuinely, for the life of him, couldn’t stop fucking you.

“T-Too much.” You manage to get out through your moans, it’s practically incoherent but by the way you’re clawing at his back while he’s balls deep inside, hammering you in missionary while he presses light kisses to your collarbone even has him surprised. He pulls away from you, slightly, just slightly to your earlobe where he whispers, “You can take it for me, can’t you?”

And of course you do, but the strangest part is that even when Eren fills up the condom he can’t stop, pushing your legs against your chest and fucking you in all kinds of devious angles that have you falling apart in seconds. “Fuck I can’t stop, can’t believe I wasn’t in this pussy sooner.” He whines out against your ear, pushing the both of you into overstimulation countless times.

It’s safe to say you were spent after that but to his your surprise and his, the next day he’s calling you again, asking if you wanted to come over. There was one rule that Eren Jaeger lived by, never fuck the same girl twice. It was simply because he didn’t want to give them the wrong impression, he wasn’t looking for anything serious, anything along the lines of a relationship was an absolute no-go, so he thought it was best to avoid any remnants of that all together. But yet he’d somehow convinced himself there wasn’t any harm in going at it with you again, you were his best afterall.

By the third time he told himself it would be the last time, that was a lie. As hard as he tried to get you off of his mind it wasn’t possible, sex with any other girl felt mediocre after you which left him with only one choice: Running back to you.

“So what do you think about us making this a thing?” He stops halfway through unbuttoning your top, he’s got you trapped underneath him, pupils blown out from your makeout session from just seconds ago.

“A thing?” You raise your eyebrow, a light chuckle escapes your lips in amusement from such cryptic language and for some reason it pulls at Eren’s heartstrings. What was this overwhelming urge to hear you do it again suddenly?

“Yeah a thing.” He repeats, “Like we fuck, no strings attached.” He asks nervously, fumbling with the next button on your shirt a little nervously.

“Are you asking for friends with benefits?” Your expression contorts into one of disbelief, for a second he thinks he’s messed this up and he’s about to lose the best sex he’s had in his entire life until he hears another laugh escape from your lips. “Okay, no strings attached.”

And just like that his lips are back on yours again.

Turns out you really do become friends, you talk constantly on the phone which though, does usually lead to sexting over the following weeks you become closer and closer to one another. The next time Eren tries to get with a new girl his mind wanders back to you, your pretty face, your gorgeous body, your cute little laugh. And the moment he gets his cock out to fuck her it won’t get hard, like physically it can’t. That was definitely one of the most embarrassing experiences of his life, not only was his mind being stupid but now he couldn’t even control his dick when it wasn’t about to be inside of you. That day he left that girl very disappointed, a huge blow to his ego and perhaps reputation but for some reason he finds himself outside your door instead of his own dorm he was planning on going home to.

And surprise surprise, the moment he sees your face, peering up at him with your head cocked into the side in confusion as to why he’s showed up without a word at this time, oh he’s rock solid. Naturally, to make up for such an intrusion he fucks you crazy, enough that it takes twenty minutes for you to regain your ability to speak afterwards. He’s convinced he’s in a slump right now, soon enough he’ll get over this and be back to getting around with whatever women he wants and then he’ll be able to end your agreement once and for all. Yep, that was the plan.

“How are you gonna get home?” You raise an eyebrow, walking out of the bathroom with a toothbrush in your mouth. He can’t help but laugh at you, no one would’ve known how hard you were getting fucked just an hour prior. “You didn’t drive here right? So you left your car.”

“I can walk.” He pulls up his sweats back up, looking at you in a manner that he probably shouldn’t be.

“You can stay the night if you’d like.” You wave him off, wandering back into the bathroom to finish off. It takes him much longer than he should to respond but he does, eventually.

“Here?”

“What?” You laugh, cocking your head to the side. “You don’t like my place?”

“The beds a little small.” He jokes, peering down at the same thing you just fucked on. You roll your eyes, grabbing yourself some fresh pyjamas from your wardrobe. “Well I’m sorry that it wasn’t designed for a six foot four man.”

“Don’t do that, you’ll boost my ego.”

“Wouldn’t dream of it.” Through all the jokes between the two of you his head is screaming at him that this isn’t a good idea, but when you show him your favourite blanket that he wouldn’t be allowed to use he’s convinced of two things. You’re way too cute to say no to, and the fact that you won’t share your things with him is a good sign. This isn’t intimate, it’s nothing but a good friend doing him a favour.

There just wasn’t one thing he’d anticipated, how much he would love cuddling you in your bed. This was detrimental for him because now he craved it after sex. The next time he was finished with you he opened his arms out once you’d cleaned yourself up, albeit awkwardly considering he’s never consciously done this before.

“What?” You look at him with confusion, your expression only deepens when he frowns, “You hungry or something? We can order food.”

“Yeah.. what are you up for?” He mutters out, closing his arms instantly. That was the last time he decided to not have the courage to ask you to cuddle because he felt strangely empty afterwards.

Obviously, you’re a bit surprised when the emerald eyed devil in all his six foot glory stutters when mumbling, “C-Can we cuddle?”

“Huh? You wanna cuddle?” You almost snort, Eren had obviously avoided anything on any lines of being intimate, the second the two of you had a conversation unrelated to sex and he realised that he would waste zero time throwing an inappropriate joke in. Just a reminder of what your relationship with eachother entailed, nothing more.

“Why are you saying it like that?” He pouts, rubbing his temple with two of his fingers lightly. You seemed surprised and he definitely felt embarrassed.

“I just didn’t expect it from you.” Your furrow your eyebrows, realising that oh, Eren Jaeger was actually being serious when he was asking you to cuddle right now. You seemed reluctant and that’s when he knew that you were in deep in this agreement as he was. Fuck, you might even be worse. You’ve never proposed to do anything intimate and now you even looked like you were about to flatly reject his proposition, how had he let it come to this. There was only one solution, pull out the big guns and guilt trip you out of his embarrassment, “I thought we were friends with benefits, don’t humans need physical touch to survive? That sounds like a benefit to me.” He folds over his arms, all whiny with pink littering his cheeks.

“Okay okay.” You scoff, rolling your eyes, knowing that he could go on until tomorrow if you didn’t stop him. You make your way over to him on the bed, allowing him to engulf you in his arms. He relishes in his victory with a smug expression on his face for a few minutes until you randomly say. “I can’t believe you like this.”

“What? You don’t?” There’s an overwhelming feeling of worry in his chest that he can’t quite discern, the feeling that you may not like him past being friends. But why did he care about that? He shouldn’t, he didn’t like you past being friends? Right? So why had he still not fucked another girl in months? Why was he finding it so hard to get it up without you? He pushes those thoughts to the back of his mind and does what he does best, makes it into a game. Now he was on a mission to get you to fall in love with cuddling, he had his arms around you every chance he could get. Especially after sex until it became a routine with the two of you and you couldn’t fall asleep in his arms otherwise. It was nothing more than mission accomplished he told himself.

At that point the dynamic of your friendship started to change, he couldn’t help the urge to want to see you more often which meant that he invited you out with his friends as much as he could. And he couldn’t regret something more because now Jean had you wrapped around his stupid finger, laughing at all his jokes while you brushed your hands on his chest. God, it made Eren sick.

What was worse it when Jean started sneaking into your sex life, that was his final straw.

Ren: Wanna come over? I’ve got your favourite cookies

You: Extremely tempting offer but im out right now, save them for me?

Ren: Where?

You: Jean’s place

Ren: You never told me you were going there lmao

You: ?

You: Was I supposed to? You don’t tell me when your with other girls

Except he was never with other girls these days. So the next time he saw you he asked straight up if you and Jean had sex. You gave him a strange glance but nodded reluctantly, not knowing if that was actually any of his business or not.

“Oh.” He responds, playing with his fingers, an excuse to do anything but focus his gaze on your pretty eyes.

“Is that.. a problem?” You raise an eyebrow.

“No.” He says so quickly that you’re almost shocked, like he’s so sure of his answer that he doesn’t even question it. “We’re not exclusive so do whatever you want.” He scoffs, it’s more of a reminder to him than it is to you but you can’t help but wince at his harsh tone. It’s just like Eren to cause an argument because he doesn’t have it in him to convey his real feelings. So the next thing you know he’s rambling about STDs, how you having multiple sexual partners isn’t safe for him and how the two of you should break off your agreement. None of it made any sense considering Jean was the only guy you’d fucked in months other than Eren and you knew nothing about what Eren got up to sexually either. Anyway, it was safe to say you stormed out of his place that day in tears and fuck did he feel so bad that he wanted to cry himself. Especially when he finds out that the first place you went after that was to Jean’s house. God he was so mad at himself.

After some time when he finally builds the courage, and albeit after a drink or two he turns up at your door step, it’s a heinous time to be banging down your door, he knows. Of course, your roommate isn’t happy about it either but when he’s telling you how sorry he is and how much he misses sex with you it only takes a few more sweet, yet filthy words to get you writhing under him once more in your bed.

“So sorry baby.” He reminds you as his hands pull your lace panties down a little, he really did miss this so much, missed you too, such a pretty sight. “Want me to show you how sorry I am?” He asks teasingly, running his fingertips up and down your sensitive thighs.

You nod slowly, your breath hitching as he sports you his signature grin. You haven’t seen that in a while and you know exactly what it means. He wastes no time sticking his finger inside of you, he’s memorised your body by now, the way you like to be touched, your little reactions to what he does, the exact angle that his finger needs to hit to get you to cum in under a minute. “Shit.” You fist his top, pulling him down into a messy kiss.

“You like that?” He asks against your lips, his fingers continue to work magic on you. “Did you miss me?” He asks, pulling away slightly while he begins to work into you much quicker than before, it’s enough to have you moaning under his touch. “Tell me how much you missed me.”

“Missed you so much.” You breathe out, he rewards you by pressing his thumb to your clit, rubbing it in circles while his fingers pump in and out of you. You’re falling a part so quickly and you’re easily reminded that no one can make you feel as good as Eren can.

“Yeah?” He breathes, “You gonna show me? Gonna show me how much you missed me?”

You nod and he makes a negative sound, completely unsatisfied with your answer. “Gotta say it gorgeous.” He whispers against your earlobe, “You know how I am, wanna hear you speak.”

“I’ll show you.” You manage to say between moans, your name is on the tip of his tongue and the familiar feeling is in your stomach once more but he doesn’t let you cum, slowing down once he recognises the way your cunt feels when you’re about to spill over the edge.

“Not yet.” He laughs, “Tell me, how are you going to show me?”

“Gonna let you fuck me, I’ll let you fuck me as hard as you want.” You whine, grabbing onto his toned arms in protest, hoping that it will be enough to get him to let you cum.

“You promise?”

“I promise ‘Ren.” You nod, he pulls his fingers out of you and stuffs them in your mouth before putting them in his own. It’s filthy really, no one would ever believe the two of you were anything more than fuck buddies but you loved it, you loved that out of all people Eren could be your dirty little secret.

The next second he has his hands pressing your knees against your chest, you practically yelp in surprise when he pushes his cock inside of you without warning. “Then take this fucking dick like a good girl, can you do that for me?” He doesn’t give you any time to adjust to his pace, he’s pounding into your mercilessly enough so that lewd sounds are filling the air that can’t even be disguised with either of your moans. “Don’t need to prep you properly right? Considering you’ve been fucking other guys.”

You tighten around him at his words, he’s being so mean and you hate when Eren’s mean to you, except in the bedroom, God is it a turn-on. “Oh you like that? Fucking slut.” It was becoming more and more obvious that Eren was in fact mad about you and Jean, this entire thing was a jealousy fuck put simply and my was he putting on his best performance.

The kiss he pulls you into the next second is such a contrast to his dominating demeanour, it’s so gentle and sweet, the type that you give to someone you love and for some reason you can’t help but reciprocate it. He leaves light kisses on your neck, knowing that you would never let him mark you, trust him, he’s tried. The second his lips pull away from your body he’s back to being mean again, picking up the pace even more than before. “Eren— fuck.” You can’t even get out your words.

“Feels good?” He asks, usually he doesn’t like it when you only give him a nod but he knows that right now he’s fucking you absolutely stupid and there’s nothing else you can do. “Who else can make you feel this good huh?” He slows down his strokes, wanting a genuine answer from you as he wraps his hand around your throat. “Tell me, who else?”

“No one.” You whine as tears prick your eyes, he has no mercy for you, not a care in the world as the headboard of your bed slams against your wall. You’d have to apologise to your roommate later. “That’s right, no one.” His thumb brushes your cheek lighty. “So whose pussy is this?”

“Yours!”

“Correct, mine.” He grins smugly, he knows it doesn’t really count considering he can get you to say anything as long as he’s balls deep inside but still, for some reason the sentiment means a lot to him. "You're being so good for me, you wanna cum?"

"Y-Yes please." His expression darkens for a second and he's worried that the time away between the two of you has meant that you'd forgotten the rules of the bedroom.

"Yes please, what?"

"Yes please daddy." You correct yourself instantly and he grins with satisfaction, being nice enough to press his thumb against your clit one more. Rubbing it in soft circles while he bucks into you faster until you're clamping down against him.

“Fuck missed this pussy so much, missed you so much." He says in pure ectcasy as he throws his head back. And for someone who was banging on about safe sex the last time you saw him it's surprising that he had zero reserves about fucking you raw and then cumming inside.

He releases spurts of cum into you and it's almost shocking how much he fills you up, when you were first fondling with his balls tonight you told him how heavy they felt while grinding on his thigh. You'd figured he hadn't fucked anyone in a while, now you could confirm that with the way white thickness was trailing out of you. For the first time, Eren does all the things he never used to before and you can't help but think it's so gentleman-like. The way he rushes to clean you up, not leaving you to do it yourself, the bath he runs for the two of you, the way he changes your bedsheets and for once how he isn't running off home the second he's nutted. Instead he has you in his arms and even more shockingly stays the night.

One thing he hadn't anticipated with all your time away was how much your relationship with Jean had progressed. It was only when he woke up the next morning, seeing you in your pretty little dress and face full of makeup that he wanted to ruin so badly that he realised. "Oh finally, you're awake." You spin your legs in his direction from the chair you sat on opposite your vanity table.

"Nice treat to wake up to." His eyes trail your body shamelessly, and his hoarse morning voice only has your blood rushing south. Eren looks gorgeous in the mornings too, he always does.

But there was something about his hair down against the pillow, the light pink littering his cheeks when he's realised that he's engaged in something intimate last night, his pretty eyelashes when he gazes at you. And don't get started on the way half of his abs are visible through the bedsheets considering he's so adamant on sleeping shirtless.

"You going somewhere?" He asks, propping himself up a little with his elbows. "I thought that maybe we could grab breakfast or something." He continues with a little frown on your face. Eren has never proposed grabbing breakfast before, like ever.

"Sorry." You say, grabbing your bag, double checking that you had everything you needed.

Your perfume fills his nose and he has to bite back a smile, he's so glad to be back. "I've got a date but feel free to help yourself to breakfast here."

"A date?" He practically erases the last part of ot your sentence from his mind, "With who?" He raises an eyebrow, fully sitting up now.

"Jean." You give him a look that reminds him to watch his words considering how he spoke to you the last time he came up.

"Oh.." It felt like that was the only thing Eren knew how to say when it came to you with another man, he was speechless. The time away made him realise he liked you, of course he fucking liked you. What he hadn't yet realised is that he loved you, all those months together meant that you were the girl that had captured his heart and now knowing after last night you'd be off with Jean?

Oh he felt sick. "So you guys are getting pretty serious then?"

"I mean I guess." You shrug, "But we're not exclusive yet."

"So what does that mean for us?" He asks, you've never seen such hurt in Eren's eyes the way you were seeing it right now. The words were almost taken from your mouth but you were doing what was best for you. When you'd first started your arrangement with Eren you were warned by your you were warned by your friends about him. You didn't listen, the sex was too great for you to bother. Over time you realised you'd started developing feels for him and if there was one thing about Eren Jaeger it was that he was allergic to the word intimacy. You'd never have what you truly wanted out of him. So when Jean came around with all the affection in the world your friends convinced you that was what you deserved so naturally, you made an effort.

"Us?" You raise an eyebrow, "Well I guess we'd have to stop what we're doing. obviously." You point between the two of you, hopeful that he wasn't about to suggest cheating if you and Jean did get together.

"Right." He responds plainly, it's extremely blunt, why wouldn't it be? He's got nothing else to say. "We can still be friends though."

Oh that one really hurt. "Yeah.. friends."

"Look I'm already really late, l've got to go but l'll see you later okay?" You don't give him anytime to respond before rushing out of the door, the air was so suffocating in there and you could feel the awkward unspoken tension that you didn't have it in you to face. It takes a lot considering his heart has just been broken but eventually Eren gathers the strength to stand up, waltzing into your kitchen for said breakfast to see you roommate Sasha giving him a scowl. He wasn’t sure if it was because she didn’t like him or if it was because the two of you were too loud last night. Either way he wasn’t interested in that, he was much more fixated on the freshly bloomed vase of flowers that were now on your kitchen island that he’d never seen before. He figured they were Sasha’s, he knew she had a boyfriend because you’d told him.

“Nice, did Niccolo get these for you?” He raises an eyebrow, hoping that it would be enough to dissipate the awkward silence between the two of you.

“Actually…” She turns around with a smug expression, “Jean got them for y/n.” She shrugs, going back to whatever cereal she was pouring. Fuck, he was beginning to doubt himself. Jean seemed like the perfect guy for you, he’s been taking you out on dates, getting you flowers and now he knew the two of you were sleeping together, it was only a matter of time.

The next time he texts you is a few days later, he makes the highest effort possible to not bring any form of sexual speak into the conversation. He was determined to show you how much he cared about solely you and your day. Imagine his surprise when you told him that you and Jean had a date planned tomorrow.

You: Honestly I think he’s finally going to ask me to be his girlfriend

Ren: About time

You: Tell me about it

Ren: If that was me I wouldn’t have ever waited that long

You: Stop being a flirt

Ren: Come on, you know me

You: Yeah I do

You: Kinda gonna miss you ig

Ren: Kinda?

You: Yeah just a little

Ren: I’ll miss you less

You: Just a couple days ago you were in bed whining about how you missed me so much though?

Ren: Low blow

You: Come on, you know me

Ren: Not funny when you do it

You: Shut up you love it

Ren: Yeah unfortunately I do

You: Hey wanna come over? One last time for old times sake

Ren: Fucking you before you become someones girlfriend? How romantic

You: Is that a yes?

Ren: You know it is

And now that he was back in your bedroom, legs spread out while you bounced on his cock because he was adamant on the fact that he did all the work 90% of the time during your FWB relationship, he realised how much he simply cannot let you go. He wasn’t sure if it was the fact your pussy had his head going foggy but once he felt you gripping around his cock, he could only tilt his head back while using his hands to lift your body weight up and down his shaft. The moment he was cumming he slipped into confessions that he probably shouldn’t have, “Fuck baby I don’t want you to leave me, I love you, I love you so fucking much you don’t even know.” He moans against your ear while filling you up.

You can hardly process his words until you’ve come down from your high and you’ve got your arms around his neck while he rubs your back soothingly. You’re so out of breath from riding but he presses a kiss to your temple and it’s enough to calm you down, “You did such a good job, you always do.”

Seconds later your eyes widen, remembering what he just said. You pull away from him, a shocked expression on his face as your eyes search his for any indication that he’s realised what he’s said. “You what?”

He pouts, “Don’t make me repeat it please, it took everything in me to admit it already.”

“Adm— You mean that? Like actually?”

“Of course I do.” He sighs, running one hand up and down your waist slowly while the other cups your face. “I know I’ve been a dick for a long time and I never really had the courage to say anything but I like you more than you know. Fuck that, I love you, everything about you. The way you laugh when I tell you the stupidest joke, your pretty face and these eyes when you’re about to scold me for something, every inch of your body that you’ve let me explore, all these little beauty marks that you have, especially this one here.” He places his hand on the small of your back.

“I have a beauty mark there?” You try to turn around but of course, you can’t see it.

“Yeah you do.” He laughs, “And it’s perfect, just like you.” For a moment he pauses with a sigh, “I know Jean is going to ask you to be his girlfriend tomorrow but—“ He gulps, “But I don’t want you to be his girlfriend! You said you were mine and I don’t want things between us to end, I don’t want you to leave me!” He begins whining.

You fall into his chest and for a moment he thinks he’s said the wrong thing before you start— laughing? “What?” He raises an eyebrow.

“I would’ve never expected you to say something so.. pathetic.” You shake your head with a laugh, “That’s so like you.” You whisper.

“I’m pouring out my heart here.” He deadpans.

“Sorry.” You shake your head, “Please continue, I love hearing it.” You say, placing a light kiss on his lips.

“If you feel anything for me..” He begins again nervously, “Anything at all then don’t be with Jean, I’ll treat you so much better and we can do all the things you want like go on dates and I’ll get you flowers—“

“What are you suggesting?” You finally ask.

“I have a proposition.” He smiles, pressing his forehead against yours.

“Another one?” You laugh.

“Yeah, how about we make this a thing?” He points between the two of you before resting his hands on your waist once again.

“A thing?”

"Yeah, me and you, boyfriend and girlfriend, a thing."

Thank you for reading, if you enjoyed likes and reblogs are appreciated & requests for Eren Jaeger are open for more <3

[90ekz]

do you think you could write hcs of jean with a softspoken gf? nobody writes for him fr it’s so sad

an! i love jean and this concept anon ! im a soft spoken girl myself so this really hits home 🥹 i hope you enjoy!!

jean as your boyfriend <3

SFW

when you two first started dated, jean was convinced that he hit the lottery. you were everything he ever wanted and he loved a girl that kept to herself.

jean sometimes takes you to wing houses & burger joints and watches with a huge smile as you try to order your food against the chaos of the other people conversing around you. you weren’t the biggest fan of having to yell in public, but you tried your best, and his heart melts everytime.

when you first met him at connie’s house warming party, you bumped into him, spilling the contents of your cup onto his white button up. jean had turned beet red as you stood on your tippy toes to whisper a hurried apology into his ear over the sound of the blaring music, while rushing to go get paper towels.

his favorite thing about you is how attentively you listen. it doesn’t matter what he’s talking about, you’ll be making eye contact and nodding along to whatever he has to say.

gets irritated with you during arguments, because you well… don’t engage. he could be giving a verbal, ten page, double spaced paper about how irritated he is with you, and you’ll just look at him like you’re bored.

“all i’m saying is that you don’t have to get aggressive with me over this. yes, i was at armin’s late and didn’t say anything, but i’ll tell you next time, okay? i’m sorry.” “okay.” “i said sorry, damn! stop yelling!”

you aren’t the biggest fan of confrontation, but he is. connect the dots yourself.

“SHE SAID NO GODDAMN TOMATO!” “it’s fine, i can just take them off—“ “not now, baby. gimme a sec, okay? anyway, FIX HER FUCKING BURGER!”

the two of you communicate so silently that it freaks your friends the hell out. when you want to go home, when you’re tired, when he’s needy, when he’s irritated? easy, simple eye contact will send you or him springing into action to fix the problem.

you may be quiet, but you love to laugh. jean doesn’t think he can think of anything more angelic-sounding than the sound of your genuine laughter, only for him.

jean had to learn how to be more tender when doing daily tasks. he was so used to slamming doors and stomping up stairs that he didn’t remember to adjust that behavior when you moved in.

(the first week you moved in, he’d thrown open the door to your bedroom and felt his chest squeeze as you almost tumbled out of your desk chair. now he puts three gentle taps on every door when he needs to come in.)

physical touch fanatic. end of discussion.

NSFW

lemme tell you, this man takes it to heart when you try to hold in your moans. you’re a little embarrassed with how loud you get, but nothing turns jean on more.

“nuh uh, lemme hear you—need to hear how good i’m making you feel, princess..”

during your first time together, he’d almost cum in his pants at the mere sound of your loud groans bouncing off the walls.

loves when you pull his hair more than anything. he takes it as a sign to go harder, fuck you deeper, and he obliges everytime. his cock throbs harder each time you run your fingers through his loose curls.

about 5.7 inches roughly, but thick. his cock flares as it goes downward; the head being the slimmest part. giving him head is fun, you think.

jean has this weird little fixation with your neck. it doesn’t matter what position he has you in, he’ll have a hand—or his mouth—running across the skin of your throat. backshots? he’s got a hand pressing against your nape to keep you in place. missionary? he’s massaging his thumb over your throat so tenderly that it should be illegal. cowgirl? he’s squeezing the sides of your neck while whispering about how good of a girl you’re being for him. he’s pretty damn weird.

his favorite thing to do is eat you out. you deny it, but your voice shoots up a whole octave when he massages your gspot with his two fingers of choice as he suckles on your swollen clit.

utterly surprised at how much you talk during sex. it almost embarrasses him how much you beg, scream, and whine for him. a mixture of ‘please’s’ and ‘fuck’s being infused in his head for eternity.

“oouu—shit, you’re so fucking loud…”

presses down on your stomach to feel where he is so he can try and go deeper… yeah.

tries to fuck your throat hoarse just to hear your raspy voice for a few hours. you’re such a trooper, just sitting there and taking it for him, even if he laughs at you after.

“babe, i’m so sorry—hahaha!” “this isn’t funny, i sound like t-pain!” “I LIKE THE BARRRTENDERRR—ouch, im sorry, i said i’m sorry!”

aftercare god. he’ll spend hours taking care of you, washing your back in the tub, greasing your scalp, making you tea and cookies, the whole nine. this man loves you deep.

[4ttack-ur-heart]

Jean Hc’s: Mf Whipped

Pairing: Jean x gn! reader modern au!

Warnings: none

Summary: Just jean not wanting to admit he’s a big softie when it comes to you.

Genre: fluff.

He’d never admit it to anyone, but Jean is the biggest softie when it comes to loving you.

Jean will absolutely hold your hand in public, kiss you, open the door for you, but he will never let anyone find out how much he’ll do for you.

Fuck, you wanna do a face mask at midnight? He’ll clip his hair back and have you apply it on him. You want to slow dance with him after watching a romcom movie? He’s there with his phone blasting pretty music. You need to talk to him after a bad day? Jean will leave his friends to make sure you’re taken care of.

He’s a simp.

But he tries to hide it.

It’s so funny when you catch on.

One day, you both were sitting at the park, hidden away from public eyes. Flowers littered around you both and you absentmindedly starting to pluck a few.

Jeans head was laying in your lap, arms crossed behind his head. His view was gazing at the clouds slowly passing by along, eyes darting to your face every few minutes with a longing smile.

“What are you doing?” He asked now with his eyes closed. He could feel your fingertips brushing along his hair every few moments and an extra weight of something being placed on him.

“Nothing, don’t move.”

Jean chuckled at your words, obviously amused in what you were doing.

After placing the last flower in his hair, you quickly snapped a picture on your phone before he noticed something was up.

“Can I look now?”

“Ugh, fine but don’t sit up.” You told him and he grabbed his phone and switched on his camera. A small smile gracing his features when he saw various amounts of little white daisies and yellow dandelions placed in his hair.

“You look so pretty.” You gushed and leaned down to kiss him.

Jean blushed a little and you had to resist the urge to tease him. His usual ‘strong man’ barrier always broke when it was just you two alone.

Jean poked at daisies before plucking one out of his hair and gently brushing your hair back and placing it behind your ear.

“There, now we both look pretty.”

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A few days later, you were on the couch scrolling through your Instagram feed, liking your friends’ posts and commenting on a few.

Your notifications were piling in since you just posted a few pictures of some selfies you took, but the last one was something special.

“(Y/n)!” Jeans voice called through the apartment.

“Yeah?” You innocently looked up at him when he entered the room.

“Care to explain this, doll?”

Jean shoved his phone in your face and you had to blink a few times to clearly see.

A smirk grew on your face when you realized he found your special picture on the post you shared. Staring at the platform more, you realized Eren had reposted your post with the picture of Jean you had taken at the park.

The picture showed him laying down on your lap, his eyes closed and his lips were slightly parted. The little flowers in his hair were vibrant against his ashen brown locks and a small pink dust coated his cheeks from the sun. You also didn’t forget to capture the way his muscles were showing through his shirt as his arms were flexed behind his head.

You could see Eren had minimized your post on his story, the phrase ‘mf whipped fr 🤝’ in blocky letter captioned underneath the post.

A sudden laugh caught Jean off guard as he watched your reaction. You knew Eren supported your relationship to the max, but that doesn’t mean he still can’t tease Jean about it.

Looking at his face, Jean was trying to hide his amused face under a glare.

“Relax, my little flower.” You cooed in a baby voice and gently squeezed his face under your palms. “I was just showing the world how much I love you…unless you’d rather me take it down?” Your eyebrow rose as you pouted. You knew he’d never ask you to that.

He let out a soft sigh and locked his phone. “No, don’t take it down. But you owe me! I need to post another video of me working out.”

You playfully rolled your eyes as Jeans thoughts were rambling out loud.

“I’ll invite Eren to work out with me, yeah. Then when we post the video, it’ll be obvious I’m bigger than him. God damn, I’m a genius.”

Standing up, you gave him a soft peck on the cheek before walking to the bathroom.

“I’m gonna do a face mask right now, babe.”

“Wait for me!”

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tags:; established relationship, minor fight, jean being pouty, mentions of previous friends to lovers, eren flirting, jean being whipped, cute ending

a/n: first aot work

He can’t handle you being mad at him, especially when you refuse to let him help you in anyway. It pisses him off more than anything else. 

You two had gotten in an argument in the car bickering over seemingly nothing until he muttered, “This is why no one can handle your ass” 

Your hearing picked up on it and you gave him the dirtiest side-eye. He could feel the waves of anger coming from your gaze. 

“Yeah you’re right. And i’m grown I don’t need anyone to ‘handle’ me.” You said slamming the car door and walking to the event not even caring if he was coming. 

Jean in an empty car groaned, hitting the wheel before taking a breath and climbing out. His long legs catching up to you with ease. 

You had a speciality for angering him. Jean was pretty easygoing and didn’t let a lot affect him. But you knew what buttons to push. 

You were going down the sidewalk with cars whizzing by and Jean as mad as he was didn’t like that. 

Jean always was closest to the road to protect you.

He wanted to protect you even when he was mad.

“Hey! Move over. It’s dangerous.” He called out looking down at you and watching the cars speed by. 

“No.” You said continuing to walk closest to the edge. 

“I’m serious, move over.” He said beginning to get more upset trying to tug on your arm but you shook him off. His eyes watching your arm hang by your side.

You ignored him continuing to walk. 

In heels. 

Your clumsy self in heels walking closest to the street with cars. A street known for accidents. 

“You can’t walk closest.” He said again trying to not upset you further but hating this. You could really get hurt. B

“Watch me.” Continuing to walk. 

As a crosswalk another couple was there and the man gave Jean a once over with a look of disapproval at your positions. You closest to the road. 

Jean took what felt like a lashing at the man’s disapproving stare. Feeling like a sicko or freak. A horrible boyfriend for this but you wouldn’t budge. He tried to grab your arm again and pull you to the side but you gave him the nastiest look making him slowly put his hand back. 

You two crossed two more streets and you came to the venue. 

It was one of your best friend's events and you of course helped her with whatever she needed before too many guests arrived. In the kitchen trying to help prepare the food to ease the load off of her. Jean was quiet and stayed with you as you helped. Jean lingered by the wall as you stood at the counter. 

A jar was given to you and you couldn’t open it. 

You grunted at effort hunching over trying to open the sealed jar. Jean stepped forward with his hand out. 

“Give it.” 

Normally you would hand it to him and kiss him on the cheek in thanks. But after that argument you gave him another dirty look. 

“Eren can you open this for me?” You said sweetly across the room with a pout walking over to him. 

He stopped his task of napkins and smiled at you. Leaning in closer to you knowing how beautiful he was. Running his hands through his brown locks and giving his most charming face. “Whatever you need baby.” 

“Thank you.” You smiled at him, giving him a look that would make him melt.

Jean never wanted to slam Eren’s face into the table more. 

“What Jean couldn’t help?” He teased handing you the jar now opened. Eren’s green eyes scouring every inch of your perfect body. In a flowy dress and heels, looking gorgeous. 

“He’s busy right now. I wouldn’t ask him.” You shrugged leaning back against the table starting at your heels.

Jean wasn’t busy. He was sulking in the corner standing near you waiting for your permission to let him love you again. 

Eren gave him a once over and laughed at the

“Busy huh?” 

Jean sucked his teeth in annoyance and pushed out the swinging door to leave the back room. 

Once the food was done you were decorating trying to rush. A heavy box of lights was given to you making you grunt in effort. 

Jean was watching you from across the room. Seeing your arms strain to carry the box. Connie and Sasha were joking around with him but he was too distracted watching you.

Offering small, "Okay connie, yeah sure, really." throughout the jokes to seem like he wasn't completely obsessed and watching you from across the room.

“Oh my god this is heavy.” You whined at Mikasa as she dropped it into your hands, “Not everybody has the Ackerman strength babe.” You said making her laugh. 

To decorate you were on your tip toes struggling but eventually jumping to place the lights high up. Jumping to reach the stud. Something he could do easily being over six feet tall. 

Your friends were picking up on the fact that you weren’t speaking to him. 

If you two were normal you would be standing behind him pointing and telling him what to do as he obediently did whatever task you requested. In between each task stealing a kiss from you as a reward. 

Everyone was snickering at Jean being sulky and you shrugging it off. The group all unanimously agreed this was worse than when he was pining for you but you were clueless and single enjoying whatever guy giving you attention. Now the pre-party entertainment was once again laughing at his sulkiness as you were unbothered.

He wanted to carry the box for you and he could’ve helped with the lights. 

But you didn’t want his help. 

Your boyfriend’s.

You would rather walk on the street to get hit by a car and call Eren who had a crush on you to help you out. Or hurt your back carrying heavy items. Hopping around in heels to decorate the walls. A struggle with reaching the borders of the room when he would’ve helped. Jean thought bitterly

He’s mad about the fight but he would never not help you. It was his job and he took that very seriously. You were his baby. 

He was getting pissed at you ignoring him when you needed him. Jean loved doting on you and you using him when you needed him.

Jean wasn’t even mad about the argument anymore. It was rare after an hour or so he would be angry at you. He has a hard time staying mad at you when all he can think about are your lips. 

Your pouty lips pulled into a frown, your eyebrows scrunched, and your eyes looked soulless with your anger. He knew he shouldn’t have said the handle comment but you weren’t even giving him a chance to apologize. 

How could he stay mad at you when you looked like something out of a painting. 

You on the other hand made it a point to not ask him for anything. If no one could “handle” you then that was fine. You were independent long before you met him and had no problem going back. You didn’t need him or anyone else to handle you. 

Eren was seizing the opportunity of you brushing off your boyfriend in the name of a fight. 

Making you laugh and being the guy that swooped in to help even though you insisted you were fine. 

“How can I let a beautiful lady fend for herself.” He teased untangling the wires of the lights for you.

“Eren. I’m hanging lights nothing too difficult.” You said with a roll of your eyes continuing to decorate.

“If you were my girl you wouldn’t be hanging lights. You would be relaxing watching me do all the work. You can sit there and look pretty.” He flirted 

“That would be sweet if I was single.” You reminded him. 

“Baby with all the work you’re doing you might as well be. Give me a chance.” Eren said getting closer to you pinning you down with his stare. 

“You better stop before he comes over here.” You warned. It was fun to irritate Jean when he did the same to you but you would never cross a line to endanger your relationship.

You knew how Eren got under his skin just by being in the room with you. And you knew Jean had a watchful eye for you, his gaze never lifting. 

With Eren being so bold Jean might actually kill the man. 

Jean was not a violent person. But when it came to you he was ready to maim before letting another man sweep you off your feet. 

“You two are fighting am I right?” Eren asked with raised eyebrows 

You huffed in annoyance, “So what if we are?” 

“I would never fight with you.” He smiled down at you and you could feel your eyes roll out of your skull to your heeled feet.

“Yeah okay.”

“I’m serious. You tell me to shut up and I will.” He said leaning in his green eyes piercing you.

Eren would take any opportunity to try and be with you. His body became way too close for friends and your eyes widened.

Jean yanked Eren back by his shoulder with a scowl. He wanted to ball his fist and start swinging on the arrogant prick but that would piss you off so much more.

“Move it Jeager before I get angry.” 

Eren shrugged his hand off his shoulder rolled his eyes and walked backwards away from you. Backing up with a wink before leaving the kitchen.

“What.” You said with an attitude looking at him

Jean huffed running a hand through his hair, knowing you were why he was losing it. 

“Talk to me.” 

You glared at him.

He shrinked back changing his demeanor. He could have an attitude with Eren not with you, awkwardly clearing his throat,”Please…please.”

“What do you want.” 

“I want you to speak to me. Stop ignoring me and let me love you again.” 

“I thought I was so irritating that you couldn’t stand me. No one can handle me, right? ” You muttered. 

“I’m sorry.” 

“Whatever.” You said arranging flowers into the vases on the counter.

“I shouldn’t have said that earlier i’m sorry.” He said poking your side making you swat at his hand trying to pull you into him. 

“Yeah you shouldnt have.”

“I’m sorry.” 

“I heard you the last ten times”. You said 

Jean was tired of your attitude. Grabbing you again into his arms from behind, one large hand over your waist the other wrapped around your neck so you couldn’t escape. 

“Kiss me back.” He said trying to catch your lips but you swiveled your head in his mock headlock. 

“No! i don’t want to.” 

“You won’t forgive me and you’ll be upset for the rest of the night if I don’t do this.” He protested 

You struggled in his hold, “Let me go!” 

“Not until you forgive me.” 

“Okay! Fine I forgive you.” You lied just wanting to break free from his grasp. 

He squinted at you studying your face, “You’re lying.” Bringing your head down into an actual headlock. You shrieked in shock causing Sasha to walk through the swinging door to see the both of you.

Jean holding you in a headlock begging for your forgiveness and you yelled curses at him. Sasha grabbed a snack roll off the counter and backed away for you two to deal with it.

Sasha knew Jean would never do anything to hurt you. Just like when you were play-fighting as the group had seen 100 times before.

You groaned loudly smacking his arm but he wasn’t letting up. 

“Forgive me and let me love you.” Jean sighed

“This is abuse.” You whined 

You used the only other tool you had left in your disposal. 

Biting his arm harder than you usually did. Enough to make him jolt in pain making you satisfied. It only allowed for the loosening of his large limb constraining you for a split second. 

“Don’t bite me!” He yelped in horror 

“Let go!” You yelled smacking his arm and your body facing the ground, head tilted to the floor, hair hanging all around you. 

“No!”

“I’m in heels this isn’t fair!” You called out, your center of gravity off balance and your feet in pain. Unable to run away or slip from him. 

“What isn’t fair is your attitude.” He chided you

“Eren would never do this to me.” You said just to piss him off. 

Jean froze for a second before leaning down to your eye level. 

“That was low.” 

You stuck your tongue at him. 

You and Jean always were so childish with each other even when you two were just friends. Nothing had changed now that you two were in love.  

“Please.” You pouted trying to sway him 

“Not until you say it.” He said with a smug smile making you jolt at his touch as he made you laugh using his finger to quickly tickle. 

“Okay! okay ow ow. I love you i’m not mad anymore.” 

“And?”

You rolled your eyes, “I forgive you.” 

The arm putting you in a headlock loosening until he had you in his arms as you finally took a full breath standing up straight. Running your hands through your hair trying to straighten yourself up. 

“You’re mean.” You said into his chest as he rubbed your back. 

“I had to use other methods. I was not going to watch Eren flirt with you for the rest of the night.” Jean reasoned kissing your head. 

“He’s just mad I like you more.” You reassured your cheek smooshed into his chest as he soothed you. 

“You better.” Jean said with a smile. 

“I almost broke a heel.” You whined looking at your foot. 

Jean could roll his eyes at you. Hands grip your waist and placing you on the counter. 

He kneeled down to check your ankle to see if any real damage had been done. 

Jean kissed it and began kissing up your leg before licking a strip up your calf, you smacked his chest with a gasp. 

“Anyone can walk in.” You hissed at him 

“Sorry baby.” Jean said standing at his full height.

He readjusted the necklace he had given you at six months of his initials. Gently pulling your hair back from your tangled chain.

"Is my hair messed up?" You asked trying to smooth your hair down

"No you look beautiful." Jean said holding a hand out to help you down.

You took it and your boyfriend gave you a peck on the lips. 

“Are you going to let me help you now.” He asked and you nodded. 

“Get that box right there.” You said pointing to the heavy cardboard box. 

Jean smiled happy to be bossed around by you once again.

[j-u-u-z-o]

I’m coming for you, Jean.

Just know that.

*November needs to come sooner.

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I won’t fake it || Jean Kirstein x reader

Words: 2.6K

Warnings: fluff, a bit of angst, modern au, actors au, reader is shy and a bit insecure, readers appearance is never described

Summary: You and Jean have known each other for a decade now, since both of you started working as teens in a serie called Attack on Titan. During the years you developed feelings for him, but never told him afraid of breaking your friendship and afraid of his reaction. Promoting the final season, your managers came with the idea of a PR but Jean refuses, despite knowing he has done it before in the past. You hated the idea of PR but did Jean really hate the idea of ​​going out with you, even if it was pretend?

Note: this came to me when an attack on titan actor au popped up on my feed. I don’t know if I should make another part or leave it like this.

Attack on titan materialist

The series, which you have been working on for the last 10 years, was coming to an end soon. Only a few episodes were left and you were promoting it with the rest of the cast, in New York and Los Angeles.

You looked at yourself in the mirror, your hair was beautiful, the makeup was beautiful, the outfit you were wearing was beautiful, everything looked perfect. It had to be. You were about to give an interview on live television, talking about the series finale, promoting it and everything had to be just perfect.

You sighed, you were nervous it didn’t matter what you did to calm yourself down. It's been over a decade since you joined the industry and you couldn’t stop from getting nervous. Your leg was moving up and down, making your heels hit the floor and filling the room with the noise of your shoes.

A knock on the door made you come back to your senses, you swallowed and told to came in. In the door Jean appeared, you smiled at him, your best friend since almost the very beginning of the series.

“Hey.” He approached you and left a kiss on your cheek. You hated it, not because you didn’t like it, because it made you feel so much and you knew nothing was going to happen. “How are you feeling?” He sat next to you. You grimaced, trying to make light of the matter, but you knew Jean knew you too well. “I will be right next to you, so don’t worry. We are together.” You smiled faintly, Jean was always so kind to you and your heart wouldn’t stop beating on your chest whenever he looked at you that way.

“Thank you Jean… I really appreciate having you with me.” You told him and he smiled.

A staff member came in, informing you that you were about to enter the studio for the interview. Jean stood and offered his hand for you to take it. You held it and walked side by side, feeling the comfort Jean was bringing you. You were behind a door and could hear the interviewer talking and the audience applauding. Your names were called and both Jean and you entered the plate smiling and greeting everyone who was there. You sat on the couch with Jean on your left and the interviewer to your right.

“Welcome both of you.” The interviewer smiled. “How are you both feeling? The finale is almost here, crazy isn’t it?”

“Yeah, it’s honestly crazy that after, what? 10 years right?” Jean joked in a flirtatious way. “But yeah it’s been a whole rollercoaster, but one none of us won’t forget.” He said looking at you.

“Eh… yeah, yeah it’s been a whole experience and… we are really thankful for the fans that have been supporting us for all those years.” You said, trying to hide your anxiety.

The interviewer nodded. “Now tell me about your characters. They are romantically involved and I think everyone can agree that your chemistry on screen is untouchable.” The public started cheering up.

You hoped no one was noticing that your whole face was heating up. If only they knew you had the biggest crush on Jean Kirstein, they would probably lose their minds and start editing every single moment where you both interacted or the moments where you were looking at him like a helpless romantic.

“I guess so, but with y/n it’s so easy. I couldn’t have been luckier to have such an amazing partner to work with.” He laughed.

“You’re just too kind, Jean.” You smiled.

“It’s the truth tho. You’re an amazing actress and friend. And I love filming with you and spending time with you.”

“Wow… Jean if you weren’t in a relationship I would think you are hinting on y/n on live television.” The interviewer joked.

And there it was, the reminder that Jean was just your friend, your costar, nothing else. You were happy when Jean told you he was seeing someone, happy when he told you they started dating, happy when you met her. You were happy, that’s what you always told yourself, that you were happy for him. But it wasn’t true, you weren’t happy, you were a coward because you had those feelings for years but you were never able to confess and then, then he was with someone else, that wasn’t you.

You were selfish, you wanted to be the one holding his hand, the reason for his loving eyes, the reason why his heart raced faster, you wanted to be all that and more.

You tried to keep yourself normal, not to react to that or to what Jean said.

“Well I’m not in a relationship anymore, it’s been over a month since I broke up with my now ex.” Jean explained, leaving you speechless. You didn’t know about this, he never mentioned it. It was true that you were unable to see and talk as much as you usually did due to your busy schedules.

“Then we can say you were hinting on y/n? How do you feel about that y/n?” The interviewer asked once again.

You were starting to get nervous and somehow embarrassed for the whole situation. You wanted to stand up and run from there, but if you did that everyone would be talking about you on social media and that was making you even more anxious.

“You know what Jimmy, I think we should go back to the main topic, talking about our series.” Jean cut him off. “But so everyone knows, we are not Connie or Eren, you won’t be able to get a single spoiler out from us.”

As always Jean was the most natural when it came to doing interviews or talking with other people. The interviewer let the topic to the side and started asking questions about the series, what it was for you to film this final part and how you were feeling about ending it. You played a little game to entertain the audience and finally you ended saying goodbye to everyone.

You and Jean walked down the hall together with your managers, while talking about something. You didn't look at Jean, you didn't want to, you were still embarrassed by what happened a few minutes ago.

“Jean, what you did out there…” He was referring to that flirt with you. “Was brilliant. Everyone is talking about it on social media.” He said showing the phone to Jean, you looked at it out of the corner of your eye and sure enough, the video of the moment was everywhere.

“Josh just leave it, okay?” Said Jean hanging the phone back to his manager.

“No Jean, this could be a perfect opportunity for both of you.” He said pointing at you both. “I was talking to Emma while you were still at the interview and maybe doing a PR isn’t that bad.” You closed your eyes and you leaned against the elevator wall.

“Emma…” You whispered.

“C’mon y/n this could be a wonderful opportunity, you will only have to act like you’re romantically involved, some photoshoots, some Instagram posts. It will be fantastic for your publicity.” She smiled holding you from the arms. You didn’t want it, you didn’t want to fake you had something with Jean because you knew your heart would end up broken in a million pieces.

“I won’t be doing PR with y/n.” Jean stayed not letting any of your managers talk.

“Why Jean? This could be a great opportunity for both of you. Your ship in the show is huge, having you go from friends to lovers would be…”

“No.” Jean said harshly.

“Jean, you have done this before, what's the difference?”

“None of us need this shit, we are already both settled actors.” Jean started to walk away from leaving the elevator.

His manager started to walk behind him, while you stayed there with Emma. You felt your heart shrink in your chest, was that bad idea for him to fake date you? You hated the idea but Jean… Jean looked disgusted with it.

You didn’t see Jean after that, he didn’t contact you either and you didn’t have the courage to do it. You looked at your schedule for tomorrow, you had a photoshoot in the morning and then you would be free for the rest of the day. You sat on your bed, tired of today's journey, you weren’t a big fan of promotion season, you were just too introverted for it and sometimes interviewers were too much for you, they seemed not to care about what you were telling them, they just wanted the gossip and leave. And you hated that, you loved acting from a young age, it let you be someone else, escape from reality but Hollywood was another thing, another world. A world that even after all these years was hard for you to adjust to.

You fell into bed, closing your eyes, you had to sleep tomorrow, you had to get up early and you didn't want to have Emma dragging you around New York with huge circles under your eyes.

＇・＊：．。．　．。．：＊・゜゚・＊

Before you could realize the premiere for the final part was that night in New York City, you were getting ready in your apartment, your whole makeup was stunning, and your dress was just breathtaking. You couldn’t believe you could look this good.

“We will be leaving in 5.” Emma said.

“In 5 minutes?” You opened your eyes.

“Yeah, the premiere is an hour and you have to take photos on the red carpet with everyone and do some small interviews.”

“Okay…”

“Hey!” She said making you look at her. “If you start to feel overwhelmed, tell me and I will take you out of there okay?”

“It’s okay Em, I think I can handle it. I will be alright.”

“That’s my baby, I can’t believe it’s been ten years since you got this role.”

“And you have been supporting me ever since then.”

“That’s true.”

“Thank you.” You hugged her.

“And by the way, I’m so sorry for what happened with Jean and the whole PR thing, when Josh suggested I thought it would a good idea, but I fail to consider how you were going to feel about it.”

“It’s alright Em.”

“Have you talked with him?”

“With Jean?” She nodded. “Not directly, we talked in the group chat, last thing I know is that he was in LA, for an audition or something, I’m not really sure.”

“You will see him tonight.”

“Yeah I know but it doesn’t matter Em, it was a silly conversation and all the flirting thing he did, it was for the show. Not real.”

Emma looked at you with a sad look. “Honey, I don’t think it was fake.”

“Em please, don’t do that, don’t give me hopes for something that will never happen.”

“Okay…” She looked at her phone. “Oh shit, we need to leave or you will be late, c’mon.”

In 10 minutes you were getting out of your car, meeting up with thousands of flashes and screams from fans. You smiled at them and started waving at everyone. You approached a group of fans to take selfies and sign posters.

“Oh y/n! You look absolutely stunning! I love you so much.” You blushed at the compliment.

“Thank you so much sweetheart.” You told them.

“Y/n! Please sign my poster.”

“Sure.”

“Y/n! You and Jean would look so good together.” You heard someone say.

“That’s right y/n!” You heard another one scream.

“Thank you guys, but we are not…”

You were cut by one of the team staff taking you away from them. You waved them goodbye with a sad smile, you sighed to yourself and prepared yourself to pose in front of the cameras. You heard paparazzi scream your name, telling you to look to one side, to another side. You started to feel anxious and feel your sweaty hands, the whole flashes were making you dizzy. You felt someone, holding you from the waist making you jump a little. Looking up, you saw a very familiar tall person next to you. Jean was there, smiling.

“Jean…” You whispered.

“Hello gorgeous, you look beautiful.” He whispered to you.

You smiled to the floor. Stupid Jean. He held your hand, making it so natural, so effortless and easy. He took you out of there, you still heard the screams and the sound of flashes behind both of you. Jean started saluting everyone around without letting your hand go. You were feeling nervous, probably Jean was noticing that you were sweating.

“Eh… Jean.” You told him, he turned to look at you.

“Mhm?” He tilted his head and you looked down to your hands. “Oh…” He said. “Y/n, I need to talk with you.” Jean spoke once again. He was looking at you. “Come with me please.” And walked off with you.

You looked at his big back, he kept walking until a small room far away from the people. He let your hand go and you held both of your hands together, looking down, nervous.

“Y/n can you look at me.” He whispered.

“What happened Jean?” You faintly smiled at him.

“Listen, I know, I know it must be confusing my actitud tonight, all this thing of holding hands and the “show” out there but…”

“You ended up agreeing to the PR thing?” You smiled.

“No I didn’t, I told Josh that I was not going to do PR with you.”

“Why? Is that a bad idea to do PR with me?”

“No… is just.”

“You have done PR before, I don’t understand why you wouldn't want to.”

Jean breathed. “Because I wouldn’t be able to do it.”

“Oh… I understand.” You bite your lip.

“I think you’re not understanding y/n.” He held your face. “I wouldn’t be able to fake anything with you because every single thing I would do, every single word, every single look, would be true.”

You swallowed looking at his eyes. True? It wouldn’t be fake?

“What…?”

“Y/n, I like you. I have liked you for a while now… I was a dick for not realizing my feelings before.”

“I… Jean.”

“Y/n, I know, I have known for a while and I’m sorry, I’m sorry for hurting you.” He hugged you and you closed your eyes and smelling his aroma.

“It’s okay Jean… but are you for real?” You broke the hug.

“Yes, every single thing I said it’s real. I don’t want to fake anything with you, I want this to be real.” He said once again looking at your eyes. “That’s why, I want to take you out on a date.”

“A date?”

“Mhm.” He smirked. “You know we could sneak out and I could take you out on a fast date.”

“Jean… this is our last premiere, we can’t.” He pouted, which made you smiled.

“You’re right babe. Our last time, I will miss working with you on screen…”

“Maybe we can work together again, don’t worry.” You smiled.

“Hopefully but only as your romantic interest.” He kissed your cheek. “Now let’s go before they start to be suspicious and I don’t want Eren to start bothering us with his nonsense.” He held your hands once again but you stopped him.

Jean turned around and looked at you. With all the courage in the world you held his face and kissed him. Jean at first was surprised but he instantly kissed you back, tangling his fingers in your hair and increasing the kiss. The kiss finished when you both heard the door being opened. You hide yourself behind Jean, feeling your face burning up.

“So you two are here?” Emma was standing there, you avoided her gaze. “Everyone was looking for you, so you better get your asses back there.”

Both of you nodded and started walking next to Emma, not letting each other's hands go. Emma nudged you and smiled at you, you looked down and got closer to Jean, he smiled at your shyness and placed a kiss on your hair.

[mvrtaiswriting]

Boyfriend x Jean Kirstein. ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :

turns out the only character that could snap me out of writer's block is horse face. idek why. whatever. i kinda like how this one turned out so.. enjoy :P

gender neutral reader. no pronouns used.

warnings: angst (it ends well-ish), a bit suggestive, mention of toxic behaviour (jealousy, cheating, idk eren is a lil bitch)

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Taking another sip from the red cup in your hands, you watched everyone enjoying the party, dancing the night away. Everyone plus your boyfriend. Your gaze was locked on him and his new prey as they swayed on the dance floor, the red cup in your hand acting as a disguise. Was he doing it to make you jealous? You weren't quite sure, but at this point you weren't sure if you really wanted to know the answer to that - you didn't know if you would have cared, even. The way his hands grabbed her waist told you this wasn't just a play - Eren wasn't causing a scene, he was enjoying every bit of it. The way his fingers laced on the fabric of her tiny dress, the way his body moved in complete synchrony with hers feeding off every animalistic instinct; you knew this all too well. He had been like this with you too, getting to know every detail of each other's bodies.

Biting the inside of your cheek, you kept staring at them - hoping to feel a glimpse of disgust, a sparkle of jealousy. These emotions were once your go-to-meal, but you must have gotten used to the bitter taste in your mouth because now you felt nothing. Impassible while watching the love you've ached for walking away, trampling on the ruins of everything you had built holding his head up high.

"You might need a refill." Jean chuckled, noticing how you ended up chewing the edges of the cup in your hands. Taking the empty one out of your grip, Jean was quick to replace it with a fuller one. Jumping on the kitchen table, he stared at you for a second, tilting his head slightly as if it could help him decipher the look on your face. Following your gaze, he turned around to see what had your attention.

"Gosh. Still?"

Jean asked, raising his eyebrow. He had lost count of how many times he had to pick up the pieces of your broken heart after a fight with Eren, and he just couldn't believe you were still with him.

"This will be my excuse." you answer, pointing at the newly formed couple, who was now making out right before your eyes.

"My out-of-jail pass. At least he won't cause a scene."

Jean just nodded in response, keeping his eyes locked on you. There were so many things he wanted to say - he wanted to know what was so special about Eren, what made you stay even after being cheated on so many times. Jean wanted to know why you would always go back to the guy who almost hit you during a fight, who ridiculed you in front of everyone - why you would always choose Eren over him. But that night, as every other night, Jean kept silent. He wanted to be there for you, even if that meant being just a friend.

"Cool. Now that you've got your pass, we need to restart the game."

Wrapping his arm around your waist, Jean turned you away from the sight of your stupid boyfriend and walked you to the pool table, just across the dining room. The music that was busting in your ears minutes before now sounded like a muffled cry, covered by the loud laughters and chants of your classmates playing games and getting drunker than ever.

"Collect 2 drinks as you pass from the go!"

Jean winked, before handling you two shots. Finally breaking a smile since the start of the evening, you clinked one of your shot-glass against his.

"Cheers, Jean. Thank you."

A soft smile appeared on your face as you cheered with your best friend, before gulping the liquor down. No more tears would have delved your cheeks - not that night, not ever again. Not for Eren, not anymore.

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"Connie, for the love of God!"

Your voice filled the room, echoed by the laughters of your friends, in a desperate attempt to understand what the boy in front of you was trying to mime. Trying to win that game was a lost cause. Everyone was now drenched in alcohol - after two beer pong matches and two bets lost, trying to be lucid enough to play mimes was too much to ask. There were no plausible guesses to make, and you were pretty sure it had been Connie's turn for a while now - he probably didn't even know what he was supposed to represent.

Jean had remained by your side all night; not that it was unusual, the two of you were inseparable. Before Eren came into play, you stumbled over the idea of Jean being more than just a friend, but it wasn't long until a pair of green eyes swooped you away.

Resting your head against Jean's shoulder, you reached for your phone. You weren't exactly expecting to find anything, so when you noticed a few missed calls from your boyfriend, you were surprised. Scrolling through your notifications, you noticed some texts from Eren - again, surprisingly. Usually, he didn't even bother telling you he was leaving without you - but this time, it was different.

"You read it. My head feels dizzy and I just don't want to know."

You mumble, passing your unlocked phone to Jean. He was fast to read through the chat, his long fingers quickly sliding down the screen of your phone.

"He blocked you. There's nothing worth reading."

Jean finally said, locking the screen of your phone. Slightly turning towards you, he pressed his lips against your forehead. Despite a certain apathy you had showed the last couple of times something happened between you and Eren, Jean expected this to hurt. Snuggling closer to Jean, you wrapped your arms around his, your face now hidden in the crook of his neck.

Was it pain? No, no. You didn't even read what he said. Realisation. Closure. Relief. That's what it was. Knowing that he had finally gathered the courage to let you go, even if in the most vile of ways, was freeing. The love between the two of you was long gone - it had been months since the last time he had touched you or even remotely cared for you. What kept you together was your desire to fix him, to change him into the better man you had envisioned but that he never was. And Eren made sure to always remind you how despicable he was, how hopeless his soul was - he did it every time he cheated, every time he raised his voice at you, every time he forgot you had a date and left you at home. You had loved him deeply, too much even - but that was never going to be enough. Especially because you only loved the idea of him.

"Can I stay at yours tonight?" you asked, your voice immediately snapping Jean back to reality.

"Don't even have to ask." he replied, holding you tighter into his embrace.

Of course you didn't have to ask. Half of your stuff was at his place anyway, even your toothbrush. Sometimes you stopped there because Jean's apartment was closer to your university's campus. Other times you would sleep at his place because you were hanging out with his roommates Connie and Sasha. Some other times, he would come and pick you up in the middle of the night because you and Eren had a fight and he kicked you out of his dorm. Then there were your cozy saturdays, when you and Jean would binge watch your favourite tv shows. Jean's place was the only home you knew.

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The end of the night felt like a blur. You weren't sure how you've made it to bed, wearing your pyjama. Opening only one eye, you took a look around you. Some rays of light peeked through the window, the curtains blocking most of the light out - a few weak ray of light filtering through the fabric and lighting up the room. You immediately recognised Jean's room and of course, Jean's bed. Sleeping peacefully next to you, Jean's soft snores filled the room, catching your attention and bringing you back to reality. It was in that moment that you realised just how terrible your headache was, your veins hammering into your skull at every second. Letting out a groan, you adjusted yourself, trying to rearrange the pillow in a way that felt less like concrete and more like a nice, soft arrangement of feathers.

A strong arm gently laced around your waist, pulling you closer to the sleepy boy next to you. Leading your body closer to his, Jean pulled you into a tight embrace before you could realise it, your head now resting on his chest.

"C'mere."

A chuckle escaped your lips as you snuggled closer to Jean's chest, appreciating the warmth of his body. Using his free arm, Jean grabbed the blankets to cover both of you, now almost completely hidden by the duvet.

What happened after was a curious sequence of events, so strange yet so predictable, so complicated yet so simple, so natural yet so craved.

How could you know that carelessly tracing your fingers over his chest could light up such a spark? How could you know that your bodies fitted together perfectly, like the missing piece of a puzzle you waited so long to complete. How could you know that touching him meant feeling loved for the first time. You couldn't. But with your clothes on his bedroom floor and his hands around your waist, you swear you finally knew one thing - you were always looking for love in the wrong place. Nevertheless, it's a known fact that the best place to hide something precious is in plain sight.

[mochimooon]

Redamancy - jean kirstein x reader

title - redamancy [requited love] pairing: Jean Kirstein x gn! Reader summary: Your solitary evening at the beach is interrupted by the man you've fallen for in secret. word count: 1900+ notes: Another piece written earlier this year, a little angsty in the beginning, but it's fluff afterwards. Context is that reader pines for Jean but due to past heartbreak is scared to own up to their feelings/is also insecure. Set during Valentine's Day. Beginning scene, reader and Jean are asleep on the floor of a friend's house. There is a minor perspective switch, so it might feel a little disjointed. I didn't want to change it because I liked how it felt in this, so I hope it's not too jarring. Also, one of the very pieces I've written in past-tense. warnings: minor angst, hurt/ALL COMFORT, and topped off with fluff, happy endings only ☻

It happened gradually, beginning with a seed planted in your heart. At the time, you didn’t feel anything, unaware that something was in the works. The past had left a deep scar on your outlook of dating that you refused to partake anymore. 

But you would be remiss to deny that you fantasized having someone to talk to in excess over the phone, go on dates with, holding their hand, being kissed… They were passing thoughts, you told yourself. They weren’t real. And yet, as Jean sank into sleep on the floor inches away, chest heaving in a steady rhythm, you realized he became the center of your fantasies—and it broke your heart to think about. 

In the darkness, you pondered if he felt the same way for you. The deeper you thought, the idea made your stomach flutter whilst pricking your heart like a thorn. He hasn’t said anything or made a move. Were you falling into a delusion again?

You two had grown close, spending more time together that it was more unusual to be apart. While you didn’t talk on the phone, he texted you every day. Each message was without preamble, void of awkward tension, and easy. You didn’t get worked up if he didn’t respond right away because there was a trust that he was available if you reached out. 

Turning to where Jean slept, you looked at his extended arm with forlorn eyes. If either of you shifted any closer, his fingers would brush against your arm. The thought triggered a new fantasy within your headspace, one where you burrowed yourself against his form with his arm wrapped around your body. It was newfound closeness you yearned to achieve, except…

You scooted along the rug a little to give you both enough space that if he stretched, there’d be no contact. You can’t. 

Your eyes met the ceiling, mind reeling from the last time you had let yourself get close to someone. After two years of back-to-back rejection, mixed signals, and heartbreak, you had given up. Jean was becoming a good friend, and you’ll lose more than his friendship if you expressed how, you truly felt. You’d lose yourself completely this time.

Holding back never did you any favors, however. It’s why you were honest in the past, yielding unwanted results every time. Now, you’d bottle your emotions up, no matter how much it tugged at your heartstrings. It was the lesser of the two evils, but you could keep your ego intact, and you wouldn’t be erased again.

The weight of it all was so staggering that it forced a sob from the pit of your stomach. You sucked in sharply, stiffening, worried that Jean would stir awake. Too afraid to glimpse in his direction, you exhaled slowly to relieve the pressure. But that didn’t stop the tears from gathering in the corners of your eyes. 

Using the darkness as a veil and Jean’s sleep, you didn’t worry about the tears as they fell down your temples. You sniffled, wishing things were different, wishing you weren’t impossible to love. 

These types of nights were becoming routine: lying awake to lament your loneliness. You were exhausted from this burden, desperate for rest and peace. 

Sniffling again, you rolled to your side, facing away from Jean. Curling into position, you hugged yourself, clutching onto your shoulder tightly for reassurance that no one else could ever offer. 

Unbeknownst to you, Jean laid awake with saddened eyes. His fingers itched to reach out and pull you towards him, to take your anguish away and to let you know that he wanted you. 

…...

The closer the shore came into view, the sharper the chill. You refused to let the night air dissuade you from enjoying your night at the beach. 

It’s just after sunset, which arrived sooner these days due to winter. And because it’s February, it’s the least ideal time to visit. However, that did not stop you nor did it stop the couples that walked along the sandy shoreline to spend Valentine’s Day together. As the sky darkened, you anticipated that most would file out to celebrate elsewhere. 

You unfurled your large blanket after you found a good spot with a view, but far enough from the water. Setting your bag down, you dug into it to take out a glass bottle of soda and a warm burrito wrapped in aluminum. 

Despite the jacket, boots, and beanie, the cold air nipped at your exposed skin. Still, you made these plans for yourself, and you would not let yourself down. You pulled out the top half of the burrito, stashing the other half away for later. The explosion of flavors, texture, and heat was like tasting sunlight. 

The purple sky darkened by the minute, a natural phenomenon that left you and those at the beach awestruck. 

Your phone buzzed by your hip. Careful to pick it up with your greasy fingers, you tapped the screen with your pinky. 

Room for one more on that blanket?

You whirled your sights, surprised to see Jean walking over. 

He waved, crossing the sandy surface until he stopped by your blanket. “Hi.”

You failed to restrain the smile that formed on your lips. “Hi. How did you know I was here, stalker?” You knew your lighthearted question would not rub him the wrong way. 

Jean shrugged, feigning innocence. “Annie might have mentioned something.”

You nodded, scooting over to offer him a seat. He obliged, taking up the spot next to you. You dug into your bag again, offering the other half of the burrito. “It’s still warm. But we got one drink between the two of us.”

Jean smiled, unwrapping the foil. “Won’t be a problem if this isn’t that spicy.”

“Oh, don’t worry,” you said, rummaging through your bag again and pulling out a small container of green salsa. “I got you covered with the wimpy salsa.”

Jean scoffed, taking the container. “Not everyone has a stomach made of steel.”

“Or not everyone has a stomach that catches fire from the slightest drop of heat.” You laughed at his eye roll. 

The two of you caught up like you always did, taking bites of your burritos and sharing micro-sips of the soda. And like always, the conversations would drift to anything and everything. 

“Why the beach?” Jean said. “Did you forget it’s winter?”

“I like the beach when it’s cold, less people are around.”

“I remember you telling me that,” Jean said. And he did. He raised an eyebrow when you told him how much you dreaded the idea of spending summer on the beach, but your eyes lit up when you mused about how peaceful it was to go during the colder months. “I mean why tonight?”

You paused, brows furrowing. “I mean, why not?”

Again, Jean rolled his eyes in jest. “Was it spontaneous or…?”

“It was planned. It’s healthy to take yourself on a date sometimes, and Valentine’s Day made sense.”

“So, you’re your own Valentine?”

You turned to him. “And you’re yours.”

Jean bit his lip, reflecting. 

He never cared for the holiday before and he can’t say he thought much about the concept of a Valentine until recently. Because you hadn’t brought anything up about it before, he doubted that you were indifferent as well. But as he sank into your company in that moment, he was burdened with how much he wanted to kiss you. “Nah, it doesn’t work like that.”

“Says who?” You flashed him a sardonic look. 

“Says…me. And everyone else.”

Reaching over, you rubbed his shoulder to tease him. “You’re not one to follow the tide, Jean. It’s okay to be your own Valentine.” For dramatic effect, you batted your eyelashes.

Jean hissed lightheartedly, which was followed by a moment of silence. From the corners of his vision, you stared at him with a softened gaze for a moment. It was when he turned that your hand flew off his shoulder. 

You cleared your throat, reaching for the bottle. “My bad, I might have gotten burrito grease on your jacket there.”

The loss of contact left Jean forlorn as he attempted to capture your gaze though you had averted your eyes. 

“It’s better than nothing,” he said softly. 

Peering up, you lifted a brow. “Better than what exactly?” 

Jean flitted his eyes at the space between you two and he inched closer. You noticed the gap shrinking, pulse racing. While you didn’t move closer to meet him, you didn’t avoid him either. Your knees and elbows bumped together, his weight and warmth at your side.

Much like the night before, you couldn’t tear your eyes away from the hand on his knee, clenching your fist to keep your fingers from latching onto him. You bit your lip, venturing a glimpse to Jean’s face and yours heated up when you caught him watching you. 

The lamps along the pier were aglow when the last shred of daylight was tucked under the starry sky. Closer to the shore, a bonfire danced along the horizon, casting all of Jean’s beautiful features. 

“It could be better,” you murmured. You can’t explain the boldness, but you assumed it had to do with how your intuition guided you to Jean. 

Jean whispered his reply, leaning closer. “Tell me.”

His honeyed eyes, kindled from the bonfire shined like amber, held your gaze with an intensity that you longed for in secret. 

Your hand reached for his, and your pulse quickened when he tied your fingers together. 

Jean’s face hovered by yours, whispering your name. “Is this, okay? I…want to…”

“Please,” you intoned, eyes fluttering closed. 

Jean kissed your lips, and it was how you always imagined it would be: warm and plush. He pressed his lips again onto yours, dragging it upwards to graze the tip of your nose, and land on your forehead. 

Each brush of his lips sent you into a stupor, so peaceful, you could fall asleep in bliss. 

Your eyes flew open when he pulled away though it lasted only a moment as he let go of your hand to cradle the sides of your head, and bring you closer to deepen the kiss. 

A match was lit, igniting embers of passion the longer you stayed connected, it was the warmest you had felt in a long time. Not prepared to end the kiss, your fingers dug into his shirtfront to keep him glued to you. It was breathtaking like you were floating from the exhilaration of releasing the pent-up pining for Jean. 

Finally, when you were both out of breath, your lips disconnected but you continued to hold onto each other. 

A breathless laugh spilled out from you, head spinning like a snow-globe recently shaken. 

Jean laughed too: hearty and full of relief. “I’ve been wanting to do that for so long. And I’ve been wanting to let you know that I like you. Please, I want you, everything.”

The confession landed with grace, taking up the spot that was previously occupied by pain. You didn’t think this opportunity would ever come again. But here he was. 

Smiling wider, you flung your arms around his neck, catching him off guard and sending him backwards. Despite the grunt, he tucked your hair behind your ear with one hand while the other traced along your face. 

“Yes, I like you too, Jean.” Before he could meet you halfway, you pinned him down with another kiss.  💜

[wing-ed-thing]

Jean Kirstein Relationship Headcanons

Tags/Warnings: No Reader Pronouns

𓆃 All around a fairly well-rounded partner who will treat you right in a simple, low-drama but loving relationship.

𓆃 Jean is the kind of guy who thinks he already knows it all, especially if it's his first relationship. Most of this has to do with his mom, who raised him "to be a gentleman."

𓆃 Buying chocolates, flowers, holding the door open, walking closest to the road on the sidewalk, and paying the bill to name a few, Jean has a strict list of behaviors that he's already designated as his to perform in a relationship.

𓆃 It'll surely throw him for a loop if you don't want him to do any of them, especially if your relationship leans on the more non-traditional side.

𓆃 But no matter the dynamic or how you present in a relationship, Jean continues to function with his own idea of "chivalry."

𓆃 Throwing your card or cash out to pay the bill on one of your first few dates will surely throw a wrench in your night.

𓆃 And it's not that Jean thinks that "you think he's weak" or is insecure that you might "have a higher income," but it comes more from the fact that he had a specific idea of how things were going to go and Jean isn't great at readjusting.

𓆃 He's upset and semi-moody the rest of the night because Mama Kirstein taught him that he's supposed to get the bill, but how the hell is he going to bring that up? He can't.

𓆃 Not to mention if his finances are a lot lower than he anticipated. He wants to pay, but who else isn't embarrassed by their card declining?

𓆃 He's not attached to an unhealthy extent to the concept of being a man (or masculinity in general), but it is very important to him and a part of who he is.

𓆃 While this correlated to physical strength and status to him in his youth, as he grows older, this will manifest as healthy self-grooming, confidence in his communication skills, and emotional sharing, using language that doesn't denigrate others, and strong and inclusive leadership skills.

𓆃 And it's important to note that Jean's idea of being a man also strongly correlates to taking care of and caring for you.

𓆃 He's especially skilled at baking, and prides himself on making meals for you. Whether it's baked goods for special occasions or little treats like breakfast in bed, Jean enjoys using his skill in the kitchen to surprise you.

𓆃 Even if his surprises are impractical. You might have to tell him that while some of his gestures are thoughtful, they aren't practical.

𓆃 Breakfast in bed means you have to change the sheets because crumbs got everywhere. His running you a nice bath with flower petals was thoughtful, but you had just seen the largest insect you had ever seen in your entire life and you think it ran to hide in the towels.

𓆃 He gets a bit down on himself the same way you paying for your date would. Where he almost sees it as a personal failure. That he wants to do nice things for you and it's embarrassing when he doesn't hit the mark.

𓆃 Jean has a bad habit of inadvertently taking this out on you by becoming quiet and pouting, making you regret saying anything. That's a conversation to have.

𓆃 And sometimes he's misguided about what he thinks is best: for you, for himself, and for both of you.

𓆃 Sometimes, he'll fixate on something "chivalrous" to an annoying extent.

𓆃 Perhaps he notices you're walking on the street side of the sidewalk, he might grab you by the shoulders and physically move you to the other side saying, "Nope, wrong side."

𓆃 That might be annoying to you, and you'll have to remind him multiple times to stop.

𓆃 That's one thing that might be concerning to you, is when he locks into something, he needs to be told multiple times before he actually listens to you.

𓆃 He also has a hard time setting boundaries with his mother, so hope you have a good relationship with Mama Kirstein.

𓆃 Overall, Jean clearly cares about you very much. He's just a little slow when it comes to change and admitting when one thing isn't the answer to everything.

𓆃 It might take you both some time to adjust to and communicate how you want your relationship to operate, but once Jean understands what you need, you'll never want for anything.

Thank you to all who liked, reblogged, followed, and supported. Your support means so much and is greatly appreciated.

[piichuu]

♡ BACK HUGS - JEAN KIRSCHTEIN

NOTES: fluff, gn!reader

WORD COUNT: 359

AUGUST DRABBLES

the supermarket is packed with people on this rainy saturday. many are free from work and school, causing them to take their time and go grocery shopping, just like you and jean who weren’t expecting this many people in the same supermarket that is so often quiet and empty.

you two are currently standing in a long line after have picked up a few things you need for future lunches and dinners, together with some snacks and drinks.

even though there are plenty of cashiers out, the lines are still longer than usual and it takes plenty of time to move even a few steps as many have bought weekly groceries. “i don’t think i’ve ever seen this many people here before,” you mumble while leaning against jean who’s holding the basket with all the groceries you’ve gotten.

he nods in agreement and watches as the cashiers are doing their best to scan the items their customers are handing them. “it’s probably because it’s raining, they have nothing else to do,” he says, leaning in to press a soft kiss to your cheek before he wraps his arms around your waist, resting his head on your shoulder as he’s standing behind you.

“do you want me to hold the basket?” you ask but he shakes his head, only pulling you closer to him. “no, it’s okay. it should only take five more minutes or so until it’s our turn,” he mumbles with a smile playing at his lips.

you put your hands on his arms and relax in his warm embrace. he keeps holding you like this, even as you have to take a few steps forward as yet another person has payed for their newly bought groceries. “are you doing okay? you aren’t too overwhelmed with the amount of people?” jean asks as his lips brushes against your cheek.

“i’m fine, we’ll be out of here soon anyway,” you turn your head a little so you’re face to face with him, reflecting the small smile he’s wearing. “that’s good, it shouldn’t take too long for our turn now, darling,” he whispers before leaning in to kiss your lips.

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[mossgh0st]

By Any Other Name (Jean Kirstein x Reader)

Summary | Jean realizes not all nicknames are bad.

Contents | Fluff, No use of y/n, Eren and Floch are little shits, Mikasa manhandles Eren, snarky!Jean

Pairings | Jean Kirstein/You, Eren/Mikasa

Notes | This was inspired by @fandominfestation‘s post. Header image credit goes to Portgas D. Ace on Pinterest.

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He hates it.

The snark of Eren Yeager matched only by himself, the holler of his cackle makes Jean Kirstein’s spine stiffen.

What’s worse than his cackle? Only one thing.

“HEYO ~Jean-boy~!” The high pitched whine of Eren’s voice bellows from down the hall. There could not be a worse nickname, coming from a worse person. If he didn’t know better, Jean would say even the bricks lining the walls of Mitras’ capital building shuddered in embarrassment for him. Floch’s (fucking fuck that guy, Jean thinks) stupid laugh follows quickly behind, his wheezing sounding more donkey than human.

He can’t stop the lava-hot anger boiling to the surface, shoulders rising and fists clenching at his sides. Now they’re both laughing, and he wants to deck them both in their stupid, snide faces. Jean turns, eyes narrowed to a slit, “Where’s your bodyguard, Yeager? I don’t see your usual evil brooding shadow.” Smirking, he knows he hit Eren right where it hurts, in his puny runt-sized heart. Fuck it, if he wants to play hardball and mock my mother, I’ll play, he thinks.

Eren short circuits and Floch’s jaw falls open. Before Eren becomes his usual flash of rage induced, uncoordinated, off-balance flurry of flailing limbs, Jean stalks off not quite fast enough to miss the tail end of a devastating loss.

Mikasa grabs him by the collar before he can wind himself up, “Why do you always do this shit?”

Jean smirks to himself. “Oh, hey Mikasa. Didn’t see you there!” He calls.

He’s rounding the corner when Yeager grounds out a retort that’s followed by an “Oof,” where Mikasa yanks his collar a little too hard.

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Yeager still tries his patience, incessantly. Jean blows him off nowadays, his temper no longer simmering just below the surface. When his pest’s favorite insult doesn’t even make his skin prickle, he knows he’s fucked.

There’s a new factor at play, and Jean’s too preoccupied to care much about Eren being a little prick. All because of you.

It’s not his fault, he thinks. You’re so sweet. If they bottled and sold you as a drink, no one would get enough. It’s in the way you smile, eyes twinkling. How you immediately flush when paid too much attention, or address a group. Your soft voice and desire for the quiet. Jean knows you’re not a pushover, you’ll knock someone on their ass. The difference is in how - with few words spoken and gracefully, swiftly, without hesitation.

So when Jean spends the night in your quarters, warm and wonderfully devoid of the regular scout racket, his mind is far, far away from fucking Yeager and Floch. And, when you beckon him closer in the lamplight, finger under his chin and a glint in your eye; when you whisper “Come here, Jean-boy,” before bringing your mouths together… well, he’s never loved the sound of his own name more. Yeager can eat a bag of dicks, he thinks, right as your lips part and let his tongue explore the softness of you.

With one hand on your waist, the other in your hair, and you on his lap, hands around his neck, he knows for certain that he is absolutely and unequivocally fucked.

Bonus: Eren tries it again and the unintended effect is that Jean gets a raging boner.

[vixensajntz]

switchpottery jean x switchchubby black fem reader.fingering.clit play. slight dirty talk.some praise.reader has a christina piercing.jean is tatted up.reader has thick thighs.squirting.reader has freckles nd dimples.reader nd jean have fat lips.makeout ses.daddy kink mentioned one time.pet names baby,my love,nd bae used.soft thoughts mentioned.jean is inloveeee with reader real bad.

SKILLED.

youve been cleaning all day since its sunday,yk sunday is always a cleaning day…if you got motivation.Your bf jean has been at his job making pottery..yes pottery.You always like to go to his work with him..but the way he handles that soft clay with his freckled slender veiny hands…always wakes ms.kitty up everytime.So you decied to stay home today…cleaning the not so dirty house…but it still needed to be wiped down.You decided after you would take a shower with your fave scent from bath nd body works…strawberry pound cake.Which was also jeans favorite scent on you…so you know he would be all over you when he got home.After your shower you put on a comfortable cute outfit and took your pretty passion twists out of your baby pink bonnet.Doing your skincare…then spraying the strawberry scent perfume on your neck,behind your ears,behind your knees,nd your wrists after moisturizing your body with the matching scented lotion.Deciding to watch a few of your fave disney movies before jean gets home to kill some time.

1 hour later…

jean comes home to a lightly dim house…smelling like a mix of purple fabuloso nd a strong vanilla candle…soon figuring out you cleaned today…when you really didnt need too but he’ll never say that unless if he wants a strong glare from you.He takes off his cream colored crocs filled with matching croc charms that go with your pink crocs filled with the same charms.He sets down his backpack on the coat hanger.Him slowly walking to the living room seeing you under your pink hello kitty blanket…watching lilo nd stitch.You turn to see jeans face getting illuminated from the tv playing in the dark room with only blue leds shining under the tv stand.He smiles at you nd you smile back.Him breaking the silence saying ‘hi baby,ive missed youu’dragging out his words…hopping on the couch hugging you tightly…smothering you in his soft kisses all over your face…making you giggle lightly.Him taking in your comforting scent…smelling his favorite perfume you use…having something rise in him.You look deep in his eyes while he’s holding you in his arms…seeing that certain look in them…the lust seeping thru them.You tangling your nails into his auburn hair.Kissing him deeply…both of your heads turning opposite ways…tounges swirling around eachother…the light sound of the tv playing in the background…hearing the smacking of both of your plump lips moving together…pulling eachother closer…youre pulling the blanket off of you…laying back on the couch pulling him into your legs…him slowly grinding his forming buldge into your aching heat.You both pull away from eachother…knowing this is going to lead into something much more further.

now you are in the corner of the couch…tube top pulled down revealing your soft plump pierced diamond titties hardened from the cold air circulating thru out the living room…your necklaces falling inbetween them…your shorts on the floor…your beautiful phat wet pierced pussy exposed making you shiver in jeans arms…hes leaning into your side.He takes his tatted freckled fingers …dragging them thru your heat…making you softly whimper…hes humming feeling your essence soaking his fingers…hes rubbing your pearly fat clit within his two skilled fingers…that make beautiful bowls,plates,and mugs all day…the action making you hiss with pleasure…this is all so overwhelming for you.Yes you have been here in this position before many times…but this time it is was somehow different..maybe because its been such a long time you both have been able to be in eachothers presence…taking in everything together.Hes dragging his pink tounge up your neck up to your tiny gold hoops in your ear…still rubbing your clit…now youre becoming more louder wetter nd needer…he can tell too…he slowly drags his slender fingers to your hole…slowly taking one finger sliding it in getting you prepared for the second one…they slowly enter in you…them slowly grinding into the spongey spot inside…eyes rolling to the back of your head…jeans inspecting your facial expressions…watching you closely…hes also taking in your beauty…your deep dimples showing everytime you bite your lip…your brown freckles spread across your nose and cheeks.He truly thinks you are a godess and always has everyday he met you those 2 years ago…he focuses back on what you sound like…you sound like a beautiful harmony to his ears…your raspy moans and whines coming out over and over again…you cant control them no more…not in the position you are in rn…’so proud of you baby,letting me in this slutty ass pussy.’ he says with a pearly white smile on his face.His skilled fingers getting you closer to the edge ever than before…you are slowy starting to move your hips up trying to match his thrusts…your essence dripping down on the couch…creating a wet spot on the sage green couch…a familar feeling building inside of your lower stomach making you feel like youre gonna have to pee soon…’j-jean im soo fuckin closeee’you said with a low whine…’i know my love i know’he said nuzzling his head in your neck.The wet sound is building up more and more…you holding your thighs open more…you dont know what to do…the feeling is becoming to much making you cry out…’come on baby,come on.its okay let go,daddy has you.’ hearing those words has your release on the tip of your tounge…you are getting louder…’s-shittttt jean im cummmin,im fuckinn cummin.’you said with a loud whimper…next thing you know your essence is splashing all over your pussy and thick thighs soaking the sage green couch soon to be a dark green couch…you let out this beautiful moans while riding your high state of euphoria out…your creamy essence covering jeans fingers…he sucks his fingers off with a hum and a deep look in your eyes…’mmm you always taste so gooddd.’ he said with a smile…You slump against the couch having no more energy from the soul quaking orgasm.

‘how was that baby?’jean said holding you closer to him after cleaning you and the mess you made up.

you softly smile showing your deep dimples that are his favorite to him saying ‘you know i loved it,dont ask dumb questions.’ giggling after making him laugh ass well

‘you right bae’ he said.

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[mommypieck]

⌗︙・domestic jean⸜⸜・

i need more domestic jean with a pregnant partner. just imagine your cute boyfriend latch onto your belly and talk with it for the whole day. he describes his day, how you two met, the moment he realized he's in love with you, etc etc. sometimes he can even get a bit annoying, for example the time he bought expensive cousioned chairs because he thought you could gonna hurt yourself on normal ones. but overall you find his behavior adorable, especially when you wake up from your sleep because your baby kicked you, only to find jean with his hand on your stomach and whispering, "baby, you can't do that. mommy is very brave and she had a long day. let her rest. daddy's here with you now."

[90ekz]

color me purple <3 ft j. kirstein

୨⎯ tags ⎯୧- black fem reader, hickeys, kink discovery, switch!jean, dom!reader, sexual tension, jealousy, reader & jean are roommates, grinding/dry humping, nipple play, [light] degradation.

being roommates with jean is harder than you’d imagined.

between the lack of shirts he wears, and the pants that hang ridiculously low on his hips and leave nothing to the imagination—like, at all—you often find yourself clenching your thighs together just to ignore the dull ache that occurs there way too often.

not to mention his loose curls and pretty teeth, mixed with how sweet he was to you on the first day you met him. that smooth voice telling you how grateful he was for you almost left you in a puddle on the floor.

jean is levelheaded, and seemed a bit private, which didn’t bother you.

but since the day you met him, he’s made one thing very clear.

jean kirstein fucks.

there’s often times you’d return back to your shared apartment to hear heavy whines and whimpers, accenting the rough knocking on the wall.

sometimes you’d be working in the living room, just to catch jean strutting out of his bedroom, wiping his lips with a slight smirk.

“you’re fuckin’ nasty.”

he’d always smile at you with those eyes, post-orgasm haze still lingering on his features. it was like he knew that the sound of him groaning lowly through the walls made your body hot, and he was taking advantage of that.

“just havin’ fun. no shame in that, right?”

hmm. whatever.

it’s not like you cared. it’s not like you wanted it to be you under him instead, not like you wanted to make him moan even louder than-

you didn’t care.

your eyes dropped heavily with a sigh, so hard that you almost missed jean ushering the girl out of his room and to her car. he smiled once more at you before closing the door the apartment. 

you couldn’t help but notice the bright red and purple marks decorating her nape and lower back, and wondered how they would look on your skin.

or… jean’s skin. how would he look with marks all over his body?

it doesn’t matter.

even now, sitting on the couch weeks later, the question lingered in your mind still. you just… you wanted to ruin his perfect skin.

the more you saw him shirtless, the more you wanted to color him red and purple. it made your whole body throb with desire and want.

he hadn’t had a girl over since the last incident, either.

“god i’m starving. i might run out and get some food, you want something? i’ll probably go to that new indian place downtown…”

half the words that he was saying to you weren’t registering, with that big bulging chest in your face, only a wifebeater to cover it. your thoughts once again wandered back to how badly you wanted to mark him, and suddenly you were on your tippy toes, kissing his plush lips.

he instantly melted into it, teeth smacking against your lips as he couldn’t hold back his smile.

“o-oh. i like that.”

for the first time since you met, jean was being shy, clearly shocked by your sudden attack on his lips. but he didn’t stop you, pulling you into his lips once more.

his tongue explored your mouth with stupor, causing a few whines to slip out of your mouth. fuck, he was trying to swallow you whole, almost like he was hungry for it.

he pulled away with a gasp, considering he hadn’t come up for air in a while. you didn’t give him any time to breathe though, as you instantly pressed your lips to his neck and sucked.

jean nothing short of falls apart, his now hard cock making itself known on your inner thigh. when you pulled off, you whined at how dark you’d made the mark. it was so much hotter than you’d imagined.

so hot that you didn’t hesitate to rip off his tank and color his chest just the same.

“s-shit! ‘s sensitive..”

you muttered praises and reassurances into jean’s plush chest as you colored him purple and red, your own body burning hot as you listened to his desperate groans.

it didn’t help that he was being such a slut by grinding his sensitive cock onto your thigh.

jean just couldn’t help but chuckle, though.

“what’s so funny, jean?”

“you’re—ngh fuck—you’re so into this, aren’t you?”

you smacked you teeth in annoyance, because he was right. your panties were absolutely soaked, and there was a throbbing ache between your thick thighs that was growing harder and harder to ignore.

“maybe i’m just into how much of a slut you’re being.”

that only made him grind his hips harder.

you made it a point to rub circles on his nipples in the pace of his thrusts. your only goal—your resolve, was to make him cum untouched.

“what if i made you cum without ever touching your dick? what would that do to you?”

“f-fuuck. dn’t leave me like that, give it t’me…”

you smiled serenely at him, pretty eyes brimming with tears.

who were you to deny your baby?

[dreamerdeity]

☆ Best Friend ☆

Pairing: Jean Kirstein x Reader

Warnings/notes: Modern AU, implied toxicity, and just Jean pining over ya!

Jean who saw you for the first time during his sophomore year of college at one of his basketball games, waving comically large poms in his team's colors and couldn't stop himself from snorting at how ridiculous you looked.

Jean who sent you a personally-signed jersey after the game because of your adorable enthusiasm, and you couldn't help but think he was the smuggest man to ever walk the earth.

Jean who simply laughed with you when you approached him the next day to playfully scold him for being such a pretentious dumbass, and introduced himself properly that time around.

Jean who hit it off with you straight away and only grew closer with you over the next couple years; Taking you on long nightly drives after particularly tedious exam weeks, inviting you to each and every one of his games and attending your own, getting mad at his friends when they flirted with you at frat parties. The last point never failing to make you laugh amusingly at his childish antics.

Jean who was your best friend, the one person you trusted to confide in the most without fear of ever being judged. The one person you knew would be there for you no matter the circumstances. The one person you trusted with your whole life.

Jean who was happy to listen to you gossip about boys because he loved to hear your voice, even if he couldn't help but feel a twinge of jealousy tugging at his heartstrings everytime you did so.

Jean who pretended to be unfazed when you told him you got a boyfriend, but was in fact seething with disappointment and regret at a missed opportunity to confess to you before all of this and have you to himself.

Jean who graduated a year before you did but promised to keep contact and visit when he could, counting the days before you would finally finish school and be there with him again.

Jean who cleared his schedule and took a long flight back to you when he heard you were graduating, leaving everything behind to attend the ceremony and be there for you during your special day.

Jean who was thrilled to find out you'd be moving to his city now that you're out of school, suggesting you take up the empty apartment in his compound right next-door to his, but playing it off by claiming he was simply doing you a favor and fetching you the greatest deal in the market considering his business-graduate-skills . All because you teased him about dying if he stayed away from you too long.

Jean who was disappointed your boyfriend was still in the picture, but tried his best to keep the resentment toward the other man to himself.

Jean who didn't understand what you saw in that douchebag who was clearly toxic, always making you cry and disappointing you over and over again, yet you took him back everytime he begged and groveled at your feet for forgiveness.

Jean who is currently hearing you fight with your on-and-off boyfriend for the n'th time this week through the thin walls of his apartment. You're drained and tired of the constant arguments and shitty treatment. Your boyfriend does nothing but hurt your feelings, then comes over to your place with a bouquet of flowers and his undivided attention. The love bombing blurs your reasoning and you always succumb.

Jean who cusses your boyfriend out and slams the door in his face after he mixes up your apartment number and knocks on Jean's door instead, telling him that if he was looking for you he shouldn't even bother and intimidates him to the best of his abilities.

Jean who keeps the spare key you gave him to your place just in case your boyfriend crosses the line some day and he needs to step in and defend you.

Jean who wishes you would see how much better he would treat you if you weren't so hellbent on "fixing" your boyfriend who was clearly just an asshole with terrible morals.

Jean who hears you knocking on his door with glossy eyes after a particularly bad argument and does not hesitate to let you in, immediately wrapping his arms around you and nuzzling your hair reassuringly as you cry about some girl your so-called boyfriend had been going out with behind your back.

Jean who lets you fall asleep against his chest after your sobs die down, humming his favorite song absentmindedly while praying you would one day see that he was the one for you.

Jean who keeps you close yet so far at the same time, and you can't help but sense the...weird feelings beginning to bubble within your heart.

Jean who is always so good to you it makes you realize what you have been missing; The perfect man was right there in front of you this whole time.

Jean who tells you how proud he is of you for standing up against that douchebag of a boyfriend and finally dumping him, feeling utterly relieved that it was over after so long a wait.

Jean who hears faint knocks at his door late in the night and sleepily gets up to check who it is, only to find you standing there and lightly fiddling with your fingers, a noticeable blush tinting your pretty cheeks.

Jean who is completely taken aback when you wrap your arms around his neck and pull him into a kiss, but quickly regains his composure and cups your jaw with his big hands to return your sentiment with the same burning fervor.

Jean who has been waiting for this moment since the day he met you...

[4ttack-ur-heart]

Jean Hc’s: Masterpiece

Pairing: Jean x reader

Genre: fluff - modern au!

Warnings: none

Summary: Jean does your makeup.

“Hold still, doll.”

Jean sat in front of you on the bed, legs crossed and a brush in his hand. All of your makeup was scattered across the neatly made bed. You kneeled in front of him as he continued to apply various items to your face.

“Stop moving!” He laughed.

A giggle slipped out of your mouth. “I’m sorry I’m sorry, it tickles.”

“Well, hold it in.”

Looking up at him through your mascara-covered lashes, he was concentrated. Very concentrated. The way his eyes creased when fixated on a certain part and the way his tongue poked out of his mouth subconsciously. He had already done your foundation, concealer, powder, brows, and lashes.

“If you keep looking up at me, your mascaras going to rub on your eyelids.” He chastised. Setting down a powder brush, he traded it for your contour.

“It’s not my fault you’re tall.”

You felt the contour stick being applied to your face and the soft beauty blender kneading it in.

It was silent as Jean continued his work. He was very determined to do your makeup better than you.

“How do you know how to do this?” You asked, surprised at his careful and thoughtful movements.

“You know I grew up with my mom, I would watch her do her makeup when she went out with her friends. And then watching you do it all the time. Besides, babe…” He set the beauty blender down and picked up your eyeliner. “I’m an artist.”

“So?” You questioned.

“Sooo, doing your makeup is nothing more than painting a canvas.” He explained and shook the small tube, the little marble inside rattling the mixture. “Now, please. I really need you to hold still.”

“Just in case, I have these.” You handed him a few q-tips you had stored in your bag. Eyeliner was one of your essentials, but definitely not your strong suit. Too many times you had uneven wings or a bulky tip. Nothing a couple swipes of a cotton swab couldn’t fix.

Jean took them from your hand and put the end of one in his mouth. The cotton swab dangled from his lips as he swiped it back and forth like a toothpick.

“(Y/n).” He warned when your head instinctively went to flinch away when the tip of the wand touched your face. Jean frowned at you and used his hand to squeeze your cheeks together, holding you still.

“Stay.”

You felt the wet and cool touch of the wand swipe over the outer corner of your eye and then he applied it to the other eye. A new level of focus crossed his features and his shallow breaths fell on your cheek.

Jean leaned back and moved your face from side to side, examining your face.

“Perfectly even.”

“What?!” You picked up the hand mirror that was next to you and gawked at your reflection. Glancing back and forth between each wing, they were both symmetrical and filled in perfectly. “How the fuck? It takes me 15 minutes to do both eyes and you do them perfectly in under a minute?”

He chuckled and took the q-tip out of his mouth. “Just admit it, babe. You don’t have my skill.”

“Just finish up already.” You rolled your eyes.

Smirking to himself, he waited for your eyeliner to fully dry before picking up your blush and applying it to your cheekbones.

“Are you done yet?” You let out a yawn.

“Careful, you’ll crease everything.”

“Oh my god.”

Jean picked up a lip pencil and traced your lips carefully. He added your lipstick and asked you to rub your lips together to blend it in. His thumb gently swiped over the corner of your lips, wiping off a little smudge.

He opened your highlighter palette and swiped a brush over it before running it gently over your face.

And finally the setting spray.

Jean stared at you with love in his eyes. The way your eye color was enhanced against the black makeup, how the contour structured your facial features, and how the highlight glimmered against your skin tone.

“All done, doll face.” Jean held the mirror up to you.

“Woah, babe!” You took the mirror from him and looked at yourself. Your makeup was neat and precise, almost as if you hired a professional.

It didn’t look cakey or too bold, just the right amount to accentuate your features.

“You like it?” He smiled and leaned an elbow on his knee.

“Yes, I love it! You’re doing my makeup from now on, Mr. Artist.” You wrapped your arms around his neck and placed kisses along his face.

“Hey, careful.” He warned with a smile, hands gently at your waist to pull you off of him. “Don’t smudge your makeup.”

“Can you do my makeup from now on?” You asked.

“I don’t know, I’m not sure you can afford me.”Jean laughed at your facial expression and started to gather all your makeup into the pouch you had. “Yes, of course I’ll do it. You’re my little masterpiece, doll face.”

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