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holy-guacamoly · 2 years

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Having my little star moment because I got mentioned here 🥲

masterlist 2 for fics i have not made but enjoy with my heart. (in progress)

masterlist 1

fandoms included (for now):

attack on titan

bnha

marvel

demon slayer

jujutsu kaisen

disclaimer: this masterlist is for fanfiction that i’ve read and not written, i just want to keep them organized for when i want to go back to them. all links in the masterlists lead to original artist’s post.

disclaimer 2: if not all, most of the fics listed below are character-x-reader or ship-x-reader. if you don’t like this, this masterlist is not for you.

disclaimer 3: please let me know if any of the links aren’t working, even tho these mlists are mostly for myself.

disclaimer 4: most of the posts here are fem!reader or gn!reader x character but i’m trying to find good fics for male!reader x character for certain of them. i’ll be putting a certain emojis for them since they are minority.

disclaimer 5: i will eventually put the pronouns that the fic has, just gimme time. for now the only labeled ones are male!reader

❤️‍🔥-personal favorites

🍋- smut

🍓- fluff

🫒- angst

🥝- suggestive

☀️- male reader

fandoms

attack on titan

erwin smith

❤️‍🔥 how they hurt you pt. 1 pt.2 (erwin, levi, eren) 🫒 by ackermans-freedom-inc (she/her)

veterans giving oral (erwin, levi, hange, miche) 🍋 by alygatorwrites (she/her)

the body electric 🍋 (ft. miche) by jojothembo (afab, they/them)

❤️‍🔥 wedding headcanons 🍓🍋 (armin, eren, erwin, jean, levi) by offbrandhange (she/her)

needy erwin 🍋 by koulakoukoula2003 (she/her)

easy mornings 🍓 by holy-guacamoly (can be read as any gender)

levi ackerman

❤️‍🔥 domestic fluff 🍓 by whosveenus (can be read as any gender)

❤️‍🔥 better off alone 🫒 by stardusttrashed (can be read as any gender)

time to love 🫒🍓 by ackerfics (she/her)

fear 🍓🫒 by purplecandygerl (she/her)

no title 🍓 by daydreamingaboutleviackerman (they/them)

us against the sunrise 🍋🍓 by leviverse (she/her)

❤️‍🔥 pretty 🍋 by oi-levi (she/her)

thinking you’re dead 🫒🍓 by izukulus (can be read as any gender)

what he’s like in bed (eren, armin, levi, jean) 🍋 by mystiiclevi (she/her)

❤️‍🔥 hubby (him as a househusband) (eren, levi, reiner, jean, connie) 🍓🥝 by httpxmattsun (can be read as any gender)

❤️‍🔥 how they hurt you pt. 1 | pt.2 (erwin, levi, eren) 🫒 by ackermans-freedom-inc (she/her)

veterans giving oral 🍋 by alygatorwrites (she/her)

pegging the aot boys (levi, eren, jean, armin, connie) 🍋 by oi-levi (can be read as any gender but mostly afab)

submissive and breedable (armin, levi, eren, reiner) 🍋 by myarlert (she/her)

❤️‍🔥 wedding headcanons 🍓🍋 (armin, eren, erwin, jean, levi) by offbrandhange (she/her)

eruri

the gardener pt. 1 🍋 (eruri x reader) by vabthehobbit (she/her)

miche zacharias

veterans giving oral 🍋 by alygatorwrites (she/her)

daddy kink + size kink 🍋 by ackermans-freedom-inc

enough 🍓 by borninslumber (can be read as any gender)

the body electric 🍋 (ft. erwin) by jojothembo (afab, they/them)

jean kirshtein

what he’s like in bed (eren, armin, levi, jean) 🍋 by mystiiclevi (she/her)

hubby (him as a househusband) (eren, levi, reiner, jean, connie) 🍓🥝 by httpxmattsun (can be read as any gender)

pegging the aot boys (levi, eren, jean, armin, connie) 🍋 by oi-levi (can be read as any gender but mostly afab)

wedding headcanons 🍓🍋 (armin, eren, erwin, jean, levi) by offbrandhange (she/her)

reiner braun

❤️‍🔥 hubby (him as a househusband) (eren, levi, reiner, jean, connie) 🍓🥝 by httpxmattsun (can be read as any gender)

❤️‍🔥 little gifts 🍓 by maeshmallo (she/her)

❤️‍🔥 traitor 🫒 by serenecelene (she/her)

submissive and breedable (armin, levi, eren, reiner) 🍋 by myarlert (she/her)

connie springer

❤️‍🔥 hubby (him as a househusband) (eren, levi, reiner, jean, connie) 🍓🥝 by httpxmattsun (can be read as any gender)

jesus take the wheel 🍋 by alygatorwrites (she/her)

pegging the aot boys (levi, eren, jean, armin, connie) 🍋 by oi-levi (can be read as any gender but mostly afab)

jeanmarco

hm, boring 🍋 by cvtqr (she/her)

full masterlists

masterlist @oi-levi (all of this person’s works are fem!reader, she/her pronouns)

masterlist @alygatorwrites

masterlist @ackermans-freedom-inc

❤️‍🔥 masterlist @bubbleteaimagines

masterlist @yeagerslut

❤️‍🔥masterlist @myarlert

boku no hero academia

keigo takami

rainy days 🍓🥝 by whosveenus (she/her)

teenage hawks hc 🍓 by deleteddewewted (can be read as any gender)

pegging 🍋 by kingkatsuki (implied f!reader but can be read as any gender)

eijiro kirishima

hot guys hot thighs 🍓☀️ by mizunetzu (he/him)

s/o with meaty legs 🥝🍓☀️ by kacchaneatsass (he/him)

katsuki bakugo

s/o with meaty legs 🥝🍓☀️ by kacchaneatsass (he/him)

forgotten 🫒 by katsukikitten (she/her)

hanta sero

s/o with meaty legs 🥝🍓☀️ by kacchaneatsass (he/him)

full masterlists

❤️‍🔥 masterlist by @deleteddewewted

marvel

steve rogers

riding 🍋 by angrythingstarlight

full masterlists

masterlist by @belovasbrat

demon slayer

kyojuro rengoku

hashiras says/do while doing it (rengoku, sanemi, uzui, tomioka, obanai, gyomei) 🍋 by yourdreamingjennn (can be read as any gender)

how the pillars orgasm (giyuu, shinobu, rengoku, mitsuri, tengen, sanemi, obanai, gyomei) 🍋 by xxsabitoxx (can be read as any gender)

tengen uzui

hashiras says/do while doing it (rengoku, sanemi, uzui, tomioka, obanai, gyomei) 🍋 by yourdreamingjennn (can be read as any gender)

how the pillars orgasm (giyuu, shinobu, rengoku, mitsuri, tengen, sanemi, obanai, gyomei) 🍋 by xxsabitoxx (can be read as any gender)

gyomei himejima

dad!gyomei headcanons 🍓 by xxsabitoxx (she/her implied once, obviously afab!reader)

how the pillars orgasm (giyuu, shinobu, rengoku, mitsuri, tengen, sanemi, obanai, gyomei) 🍋 by xxsabitoxx (can be read as any gender)

mitsuri kanroji

how the pillars orgasm (giyuu, shinobu, rengoku, mitsuri, tengen, sanemi, obanai, gyomei) 🍋 by xxsabitoxx (can be read as any gender)

full masterlists

❤️‍🔥 masterlist @xxsabitoxx (most of them can be read as any gender)

jujutsu kaisen

nanami kento

she’s bad as hell 🍋🍓 (nanami, toji, gojo, choso, geto, sukuna, naoya, noritoshi, tōdō, mahito, hiromi) by renaissansse (she/her)

a slice of the shore 🍓 by thegetoufather (can be read as any gender)

toji fushiguro

she’s bad as hell 🍋🍓 (nanami, toji, gojo, choso, geto, sukuna, naoya, noritoshi, tōdō, mahito, hiromi) by renaissansse (she/her)

choso

she’s bad as hell 🍋🍓 (nanami, toji, gojo, choso, geto, sukuna, naoya, noritoshi, tōdō, mahito, hiromi) by renaissansse (she/her)

yuuta

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holy-guacamoly · 2 years

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Thanks for the tag AND OMG 3K? You deserve it!!!! 😍

𝐌𝐘𝐀𝐑𝐋𝐄𝐑𝐓𝐒 𝟑𝐊 𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐓

we hit 3k a little while ago and when we did i didn’t really do anything, but now that i’m feeling better and wanting to do things, we should have a lil party !!

please remember to read my rules before sending in reqs! as always, minors please do not interact!

fandoms used during this event; attack on titan, genshin impact, jujutsu kaisen.

RULES

— if you’re choosing to be anon during this event, please sign off with an emote so i can remember you.

— 18+ only.

— read my rules and boundaries before sending in smut, even if we are mutuals, for my comfort and the comfort of my readers.

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐃𝐒 — 2/𝟕 𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐭𝐬

gimme a lil something about yourself! got any fun hobbies? anything interesting about yourself? gimme some facts and i will pair you with a character or two from a fandom you’re in, or you aren’t in!

𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒/𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒

please make sure to tell me [1], [2] or [3] based off which list you choose from.

[1] fluff prompts

[2] smut prompts

[3] angst prompts

𝐋𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒 — 𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧, 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭 𝐚𝐝𝐦𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐫, 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞.

give me a character and a theme, i’ll make it cute <3

𝐅𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐎𝐌𝐒 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐓 :

due to me still not finishing some shows, we will only be writing for two fandoms during this event!

attack on titan

genshin impact

jjk [gojo, geto, sukuna, megumi, yuji, mahito ONLY as of right now please!]

𝐅𝐋𝐔𝐅𝐅, 𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐒𝐓, 𝐒𝐌𝐔𝐓 & 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐘𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐈𝐍𝐁𝐄𝐓𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐍

remember to have fun, reblogs are very much appreciated and enjoy!

i’m gonna tag some of my lovely mooties so if you wanna be untagged [?] or i’ve misunderstood and we don’t follow each other please lmk and i’ll remove you from this list !

@bbyatsumu @atsumeii @paradisdementor @rowsn @princess-jaeger @p-antomime @cho-fics @certifiedjaeger @arlertbabe @bnuyy @holy-guacamoly @ihadlife @getoswhore @mangayeager @okhotel @takemetofarlanchurch @akrmn @bunny-xoxo @alert-arlert @getosun @httpjaeg @miss-ali-lawliet @ack3rlady @izukana @arlertswife @eldiandiablo @asmos-pet @anantaru @wakatshi @ringpop-poppy @yuutakittie @oikadiors @ofallthingswhythis @portfolio-of-dreams @parkerluvsu @dabisqueen @festive @heartpawz @koucaine @kentoangel @zujime

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holy-guacamoly · 2 years

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Until I decide how I want to organize my blog and redo my design, there will be a separate masterlist for the series, pinned in my bio post. Take care, my babes!

Y&MMT - Masterlist

Summary: Destiny works in mysterious ways, doesn't it? Never in your life, you would have imagined that losing your job and spending your last dollars on an overpriced black coffee, would drive you into your soulmate's arms. But here you are, slowly falling for the charming businessman Jean Kirschtein, while babysitting his daughter. Dad!Jean Kirschtein x Fem! Reader Genre: Slow Burn, Fluff, Smut Warnings: some chapters contain adult themes, like alcohol consumption, sexual themes, explicit description of sexual intercourse and swearing ♡ Prologue ♡ Chapter 1 ♡ Chapter 2 ♡ Chapter 3 ♡ Chapter 4 ♡ Chapter 5 ♡ Chapter 6 ♡ Chapter 7 ♡ Chapter 8 ♡ Chapter 9 ♡ Chapter 10 ♡ Chapter 11 ♡ Chapter 12 ♡ Chapter 13 ♡ Chapter 14 ♡ Chapter 15 ♡ Chapter 16 ♡ Chapter 17 ♡ Epilogue Please note that the number of chapters may vary, as I have only written the outlines of every chapter.

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holy-guacamoly · 2 years

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Y&MMT - Masterlist

#attack on titan #shingeki no kyojin #jean kirschtein #jean kirstein #jean x reader #jean kirschstein x reader #jean smut #dad!jean #dad!jean kirstein

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Summary: Destiny works in mysterious ways, doesn't it? Never in your life, you would have imagined that losing your job and spending your last dollars on an overpriced black coffee, would drive you into your soulmate's arms. But here you are, slowly falling for the charming businessman Jean Kirschtein, while babysitting his daughter. A.N. Let the slow-burn beginnnnn! LETSGOOOO! From now on expect some borderline flirting in every chapter. >:) Also, Barbara for president. Dad!Jean Kirschtein x Fem! Reader Warnings: Jean sees your tit Wordcount: 2.9 k <- Chapter 1 Chapter 2 "Let me get this straight. You want to work as a Nanny for a rich dude who almost ran you over?" Sasha Braus, your best friend since Survey High, nursed a homemade Martini while she snuggly lay on her couch. On the other hand, you paced restlessly around in her living room, clinging onto a bag of chips. You had been staying with her for the past few days because your apartment was already empty.

It was Saturday night, and in a past life, you would be out partying, making superficial love to a stranger. Since your new job started the following day, you suggested staying home.

"You don't even like children," the brown-haired added while taking an enormous sip of her drink. Slightly offended, you shot back, "Oh, come on, it's not like I am horrible with them!" Sasha chuckled. "Do you remember when I brought my niece to a brunch and you talked to her about politics? She was four!" "Listen, Sash'. I need money. They won't even hire me for the most degrading jobs. So, that is the last resort!" While talking, you hopped onto the sofa, ripping the Martini from your friend's hand.

"I can move into his fancy mansion and my only job is to handle a three-year-old. How hard can that be?" you added proudly, gulping the rest of the alcohol down.

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The second, the moving van, had been unloaded with the few belongings you were allowed to bring, you had already questioned your light-hearted talk from the night before.

Maybe this was harder than it seemed.

In the end, you didn't know anything about this man and his family. When you signed the contract back at the office, you couldn't put a grasp on the situation you brought yourself into.

Still, there was no room for regrets. You already found yourself in the generous foyer of the Kirschtein Mansion. It wasn't nearly as palatial as you expected. You pictured Jean's taste in interior to be swanky like his behavior, but it turns out that he indeed made some decent choices. The hall was, like his office, minimalistic decorated. Beautiful paintings adorned the pearl-white walls, providing a nice contrast to the dark wooden floor. Akin to the business tower, the whole building was streaked with enormous window facades. It slightly reminded you of some bond super-villain hideout, just much cozier.

"You must be Miss Y/N," someone interrupted your thoughts. A tiny, lumpy woman with big brown eyes appeared next to you. You didn't hear her approaching, making you wonder if she'd always sneaked around like that. "Yes, I am. Nice to meet you," you replied overly politely. If you wanted to survive around here, you needed an ally.

Carefully you scanned the female's appearance and instantly recognized her as the housekeeper, due to the uniform. "I'm Barbara. Mister Kirschtein told me to welcome you while he's gone." Barbara gifted you a loving smile, but you couldn't ignore the hint of pitty it held. Trying to hide your worries, you asked, "He isn't here? Shouldn't Kirschtein be present...for the first time?" Nervously you played with the hem of your jacket like some shy school girl. Even though you didn't have any reference for this job field, you felt it was wrong to throw his daughter into this weird situation without guidance. Maybe you were just irritated that Jean didn't grant you emotional support in the end. "Miss Lilia is used to these...situations," the housekeeper assured you, her smile fading.

Lilia. Jean didn't even tell you her name until now. A three-year-old used to meeting new Nannies? How could that possibly be healthy? The color dared to drain from your face, but before you could give in to panic, Barbara softly grabbed your wrist and pulled you to the enormous staircase. "She is very excited to meet you, Miss Y/N!" The middle-aged woman mustered up a cheerful expression, but you could tell she was lying. A pathetic sound made its way up to your throat and you were ready to face the worst as you got dragged along the hallway, directly to a peach-colored door.

Barbara knocked two times but didn't wait for a response. With her hip, she opened the door and practically threw you into the room. "You have a visitor, Miss Lilia," was all she exclaimed as she quickly hurried back out of the colorful room.

With hectic eyes, you scanned the area around you. It looked like a unicorn vomited on every single inch of it. Every corner was either covered in glittery decoration or a ridiculous number of toys. No child at this young age would be able to comprehend these impressions.

And in the middle of this horrifying rainbow massacre sat a little girl.

She was a carbon copy of her father, with amber eyes and ash-blond locks. To your surprise, she wasn't forced into some fancy dress but wore a cute little linen onesie with a blouse underneath. You expected a Gucci dress-up doll, thought all you found was a normal toddler.

Lilia was focused on some drawing, not gifting you a single glare. You weren't sure if she chose to ignore you or if she was this focused on her art project. "You are Lilia, right?" you finally managed to ask. Immediately you questioned your choice of words. You had to find a friendlier tone.

"I'm Y/N. It's nice to meet you - erm - sweetie."

Kirschtein's daughter didn't look up when she spoke.

"I don't like you." She sounded hilariously dry for a three-year-old and you had to fight every urge to not laugh at the weird situation. "You don't like me? How come?" you asked, swallowing a choked laugh. Lilia just dug her nose deeper into her current art project, now clearly ignoring you by choice. You sighed. Of course, this child wouldn't jump right into your arms, but you expected a little warmer welcome.

Careful not to step on any dangerously sharp lego block, you walked throw the room and crouched next to the small girl. Peeking over her shoulder, you acknowledged the drawing. There were two stick figures, one supposedly her and someone who resembled Jean. The tall man was, like always, on his phone while the cartoon version of Lilia seemed sad.

"Your daddy is a busy guy, huh?" Your voice sounded unnaturally high since you tried your best to act sweet. Lilia just shrugged her shoulders and turned her head away.

"I know this is a weird situation for you. It is for me too, but I really want to get to know you better." The ugly truth was that you couldn't care less about this girl. You just needed to impress Kirschtein to keep this job.

"Liar." Suddenly Lilia's voice didn't sound as thin as before. Two golden orbs stared into your soul and her bottom lip quivered. "Let my daddy and me be!" she yelled, throwing the pencil at you, hitting your forehead with full force. You didn't know where this sudden change of emotion came from, but you blamed it on the usual toddler anger stage.

"What the f-" you huffed, stopping you from the actual swear word. With a wince, you rubbed the reddish area between your eyebrows. Lilia quickly jumped up, stomping her chubby legs and started crying. It was tearless and full of fury. Her tiny hands grabbed any toy in her reach and threw it directly at you as she did with the pen. You finally knew why she was used to the change of nannies. This kid was a nightmare.

Shrilly she exclaimed, "We don't need you here!" "Okay, but can you stop throwing things at me, Lilia?!" You ducked when a My Little Pony figure missed you only for inches. It was clear that children could experience tantrum phases, but you would never have imagined that it was this scary.

With one huge step, you jumped towards the girl and wrapped your hands around her wrists, stopping Lilia from her next hit. Her high-pitched screams switched into a wail while she tried to wiggle herself free.

"I hate you!" the girl howled.

"Well, god damn, you are not making a good first impression yourself, you brat!" The moment these words left your lungs, shock bolted through your body. You were supposed to be the reasonable adult, not the other way around. Lilia's eyes met you for the first time. Hers hidden behind a veil of tears, yours filled with pure shock.

"Lilia...I'm sorry," you breathed as you let go of her. The whole situation escalated in the blink of an eye, leaving you with the bitter taste of failure once more. With one final sob, Lilia sprinted out of the room, as you stayed behind between Elmo plushies and Barbies.

The rest of the day wasn't much different. Every tiny movement, everything you said seemed to trigger Lilia, causing another tantrum. No matter how many times you apologized and how much you bribed her with ice cream, she despised you. Your stomach dropped at the thought of Jean witnessing all of his. By now, you had prepared yourself mentally for sleeping on Sasha's couch again. "How about you relax a little, dear?" Again Barbara seemed to appear out of thin air. You flinched at the sudden sound. "I don't think I deserve a break. All I did was mess up," you sighed. Barbara chuckled warmly. "If this makes you feel any better, the last babysitter left after only an hour. You are doing fine." Her tiny hand found a way on your shoulder to give you a reassuring squeeze. "It's already late," she continued. "Why don't you take a nice bath and I bring Miss Lilia to bed?" For the first time since you arrived here, you smiled genuinely. Barbara radiated such loving energy, which you only knew from a mother. "Thank you so much," you whispered, placing your hand on hers. "Your room is the last door on the right, including a lovely bathroom. Take your time, dear." You nodded and slowly got up, stretching your tensed limbs. Hot water to ease the pain would be nice.

Glancing over your shoulder to give the housekeeper one last thankful gesture and went straight to your room.

To your surprise, everything was already unpacked and neatly put into place. The room itself looked small but held a friendly atmosphere. Someone, supposedly Barbara, had draped a bunch of colorful pillows on the bed. The few plants on the shelves gifted a cozy vibe. Your new safe haven reminded you of those Pinterest pictures of french apartments. "At least this is nice," you murmured before heading to the door connecting the bath and the bedroom. You stripped out of your clothes while the tub filled with deliciously hot water. "Lavender and Rosemary. Fancy," you thought while checking the label on the soap bottle.

When you finally dipped into the soothing warmth of the tub, you couldn't hold back the storm of emotions that lingered in your heart. You hiccuped as you let the tears flow, giving in to every thought you tried to avoid. The tiny voice of self-consciousness grew louder, whispering nasty assumptions. Every word stung like a razor blade, tearing you apart. That was your last hope for a better future, but you already messed it up. The universe granted you one final chance and you threw it out of the window.

Reckless. Reckless. Reckless.

In the end, you were good for nothing.

Fleeing from the acidic feeling of disappointment, you let yourself sink deeper into the loving embrace of the water. Maybe acting like this was the body heat of someone you knew would help. The steam filling the air clouded your vision and you slowly felt yourself falling into a haze. Thoughts raced through your mind like a thunderstorm while your heart rate seemed to drop paradoxically. With every breath, you lost a little more track of time until the sun fully set.

Suddenly a loud knock, followed by someone calling your name, startled you. You didn't know how long you were drunk on your thoughts, but the lukewarm water temperature indicated it had been a while.

"Coming!" you yelled while clumsily getting out of the tub. In a swift motion, you grabbed a towel, wrapped it around your body and stomped out of the bathroom. "Y/N?" Jean asked from the other side. "Yeah! I'm coming!" With that said, you reached for the door handle. Jean seemed to do the same, opening it a second faster. Your hands grabbed nothing, causing you to lose balance due to the lack of the expected resistance. In a fruitless attempt, you tried to shift your weight backward, but you were still too hazy from your bath to react on time.

So the unbearable happened. Your lips formed a silent "o" as you tumbled straight into your boss's arms.

Curses and a yelp filled the nightly air while Jean automatically wrapped his slender arms around you to catch the fall. In an instant, his musky cologne flooded your nostrils. The pleasant smell of pine and sandalwood caused your world to spin. Had he smelled this amazing when you first met? Jean held you gently but firmly against his chest, forcing your heart to race even more than it already did. There was something about the way his muscular arms tightened around your waist, how his whole body tensed. It didn't feel foreign at all like you had known each other forever. No, these thoughts were wrong, forbidden. Even if these only darted through your mind for a sheepish second. Still, you gasped as your e/c orbs met his honey eyes. They were widened in shock and sparkled with something else you couldn't estimate. Even in the weak light that shone on the male's features, you could see a slight blush dancing on his prominent cheeks.

A breathless chuckle emitted from between your lips.

Something so insignificant. Just a tiny laugh. But this sound, this angelic sound, stirred something in Jean Kirschtein. Something he hasn't felt in years. If you only knew what a sight you were right now. Hair damp and wild, cheeks tinted in a marvelous pink, eyes burning with something Jean wouldn't understand. Everything happened in the blink of an eye, still, the ash-blonde couldn't ignore the beauty that radiated from you in this peculiar moment. These thoughts, however, were put quickly aside. You were Jean's employee. It would be stupid, reckless even, to admire you for anything but your performance.

"I-I'm…uhm…your towel," Jean stuttered. He forced his gaze away from you, the blush spreading further and further. You narrowed your eyes, confused about what he meant. But as you looked down, you understood with horror flooding your veins. The towel you carelessly wrapped around you had slightly slipped, revealing one breast. "Oh my god!" You pulled the fabric up and instantly fleed from your boss' embrace. Now the magical pink tint turned into a scarlet color, painting every inch of your face and ears.

"Mister Kirschtein, I am incredibly sorry! That is, oh god, that is…" "No, please, I shouldn't have opened the door," Jean interrupted you hectically, sounding equally awkward. As he spoke, his eyes involuntarily wandered to your covered-up cleavage. "I didn't know you were talking a bath, Y/N. Believe me, I am not always this unprofessional." Kirschtein's voice sounded higher than usual. During that short time, you had known him, you never witnessed this charming man to be out of character. "It's fine, just a misunderstanding," you began. When Jean didn't respond because he seemed too occupied to find something else to stare at, you asked, "Can I help you with something?" "I just wanted to ask how the first day went, but…I…" The ash-blonde cleared his throat in a desperate attempt to focus. "Can you please get dressed?" You nodded, hopping into your room and grabbing the first T-Shirt and pants you could find. That resulted in a weird color combination and you hoped that Jean would still be uneasy enough to look at you.

"So…The first day was…A thing." You played with the thought of lying, but the truth would come out eventually. There was no point in making up stories. Mister Kirschtein laughed, still focusing on everything but you. "Barbara told me you stood your ground. The fact that you are still here is impressive," he admitted. There it was again, this cheeky grin he had lost just moments ago. "Wait? You knew that this would happen?" you snapped. The romantic feelings daring to develop disappeared immediately. "And you didn't feel like telling me this beforehand, Mister?!" "Would you have agreed to do this if I had told you that my daughter is difficult when it comes to strangers?" You huffed as you crossed your arms in front of your chest. "Are you serious? A hint would have been nice so I could appear in full armor!" you returned sharply. "Do you know how bad these My Little Pony fuckers hurt when they get thrown at your head?"

Jean seemed more than amused by your anger. Not a sign of resentment in sight.

"I think Applejack hurts the most. I hate her pointy hat," he answered nonchalantly, finally regaining his old behavior. The familiar anger you held for this man boiled in your stomach and you couldn't help but form a grimace. "You are unbelievable!" It concerned you that you almost developed a crush on this arrogant motherfucker. You really must have been out of your mind.

Like always, Jean Kirschtein ignored your furious attitude and played it off cooly. "Good night, Y/N. See you tomorrow, hopefully with clothes." He gifted you a breathtaking wink, turned on his heels and left downstairs.

You, on the other hand, weren't able to move. Standing in the doorframe, like a deer struck by headlights. Jean had this effect on you more often than you cared to admit. Chapter 3 ->

Coming up: A few weeks have passed since you arrived at your new home. Jean is barely home, but when he is, some tension seems to linger between the two of you. Your relationship with Lilia is still rocky, but some special bonding time seems to change that for the better.

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holy-guacamoly · 2 years

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I am dead 😭

”TOUCH ME THERE. RIGHT THERE.” WITH JEAN?? AYO

WAHHH THANK U SUMMER FOR THE REQUEST. THIS MAN WILL FOREVER BE ON MY MIND I HOPE YOU ENJOY 💋

NSFW MDNI

Because he loves you so much Jean never ignored your pleads. The pleads that were begging him to make you feel good. Pulling moan after moan from your parted lips his hands caressed every inch of your skin. Lips pressing soft kisses and bites on your neck as he slowly thrusted inside. "That's my girl so needy for my cock."

Acomodating to his size, you let out a breathy moan eyes squeezing shut as his weight pushed you further into the mattress. Jean's movements were languid, letting the pleasure course through your veins. He showered you with praise telling you how well you were doing for him. "Mmm tell me baby, where you do want me to touch you?" Lifting his arm from your hip you guided his hand onto your breast, closing his forefinger and thumb around your nipple. "Here," you moaned.

His gentle squeeze sent shockwaves of pleasure making you raise your hips up. "Are you sure that's the only place sweetheart?" Jean's lips ghosted the shell of your ear, eliciting low groans as he posed the question. You both knew the one place you needed him to touch the most. The pads of his fingers traced down from your breast travelling down to your stomach stopping on your aching clit. "Touch me there, right there," you begged. "Mmm figured," he uttered as his finger skillfully flicked your clit.

Your eyes turned glossy indicating how painfully close you were to your climax. Jean's self control began to slip away. The way your warmth engulfed him made him lose himself. No longer slow and calculated, his thrusts grow faster kissing that sweet spot that made your back arch and his eyes roll back. "Baby, ah 'm gonna cum inside, wanna make you feel good," he rasps. "Fuck Jean, 'm cumming!" Jean's hips stutter to the very second you wrap your legs tight around him. You dig your nails deeper into his skin, dragging them from his shoulders to his back. Your pretty moans accompanied by his lust filled seethes echo in the room as his warm cum fills you.

The afterglow of your orgasm has you both seeing stars. The mixture of your cum dripping down your thighs, leaving you breathless. His body now slumped against yours, jean admires the countless love bites upon your supple skin. "Y/n I love you so much," Jean murmured. "Mmm Jean I love you too," your sweet and breathless laughter ringing in his ears. Jean layed on your chest, listening closely to your heartbeat while you ran your fingers through his hair. "I don't think I'll be able to walk," you confessed catching his attention. "Oh? I'll take good care of you baby," he promised making a mental note to run a bath later.

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holy-guacamoly · 2 years

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I‘m - When I, When I, When You 🥺🥺🥺

Step 1.2k words || Fathers Day 2022 Masterlist

One of the happiest days of your life, is also a good one for your 4 year old son, Dylan.

Which might be strange, considering you are marrying a man that is not his father.

He doesn't understand about his birth father and being the age he is you don't tell him much, but you will one day when he's older, if he asks.

Levi is the man you're marrying. You've known each other a while, and finally officially started dating almost two years ago, being engaged for six of those months.

He's been there in ways for you both that Dylans father never had. He's been everything you could ask for and loves you and Dylan and you trust him with your life.

Levi has spent lots of time with Dylan, both with and without you. It's taken a lot to get to this point, and though there had been bumps, you're all delighted to be here now.

So Dylan tries to be good through the ceremony and is only scolded twice by aunt Annie when he starts to act up.

"Love, let's skip a honeymoon, and take Dylan somewhere with us." This is Levis idea, and though maybe you had wanted Rome, this sounds like a great alternative. It was one less thing to worry about while planning the wedding.

"Dylan, you're coming with me and Levi!" You say with excitement a couple days later after spending one night away from him on the beach while your mother watched him.

"Yay!" He is all smiles when you pick him up and bounce him.

"It was Levis idea." You smile when Levi comes over to join in.

"That sound good, buddy?" Levi asks.

"Really?!" He can't contain himself and all but hurls himself into Levis arms.

He catches him with ease and chuckles. "Careful there."

You smile at their interaction.

It was just months before, when you were trying to explain to Dylan that you and Levi were getting married, that Dylan started to misbehave and seem to block Levis attempts to have a relationship with him.

"He'll come around honey, he's only 4." You try to stay positive, not sure if you were saying that more to Levi, or yourself.

It isn't long after Levi starts picking Dylan up from daycare sometimes, that another little boy gets nosey.

"Is that your dad?" He asks. Because usually his mom picks him up.

Dylan scrambles away without answering and gets scooped up by Levi.

"Hey, kiddo, ready to go?"

Dylan nods and on the way out looks around he sees other mommies, daddies, or both coming in for their child.

It took a while and after some anxiety on everyones part, and speaking to others about what your child might be going through, he finally tells you.

"Is Levi my new daddy?" He asks one night while you're tucking him in. He didn't mean to, but it finally slips out.

It hits you when he says it and you know this is what he's been worrying about and mentally smack yourself.

"Well, in a way." You aren't prepared to answer him as you want to make sure not to stress him anymore.

"Do I call him daddy?" He wonders. All of his friends call someone daddy.

"Oh sweetie, it's okay if you want to, but you don't have to." You don't know if he wants to or not.

You tell Levi about this and he promises you he won't pressure him, not that you were worried. But at least you have an idea what's been bothering him.

Levi wants Dylan to know whatever he wants is okay, even if dad would sound good, but neither of you are sure how to best go about it.

At daycare the next week you speak to some of the childcare workers and they try to ease your mind.

One that is Dylans favorite uses her training to help get him talking and he opens up and expresses his concerns.

They agree to speak with you when you come to pick him up later.

The two of you sit down and and the daycare worker starts.

"Dylan doesn't think he knows what it means to have a dad." She explains, and your heart falls again.

He sees other kids with a dad but you are his world, and Levi is nice and all, but he doesn't know what he's supposed to do and if Levi will stay if he messes up.

"Oh my sweet boy." You pull him in for a hug and he tears up some.

"I promise, he's not going anywhere. He loves you, and me, and I love him. He makes me happy, and I know he makes you happy too, yeah?"

"I want to go to the park with Levi." He gets out. He likes their park trips.

"He wants that to, he does! We want you to have that." You breath out a sigh of relief over this breakthrough.

"Will he bring me to school?" He asks about daycare.

"He will. And he'll pick you up, and sometimes I'll pick you up. And he's not going anywhere." This, you know.

"I'm sorry, mommy." You shush his apologies, telling him everything is alright.

That very night at dinner, Dylan goes up to Levi and hugs him. "You make me happy."

You grin while Levi loses his ability to speak, overcome with emotion.

"You make me happy, too." He chokes out.

Things have been much better since then, and Dylan has gotten to do all the things with Levi that he's been wanting.

Now on your family trip instead of your honeymoon, it's a couple days in and you're all having the best time together.

One morning, Levi is grabbing a quick breakfast so you all can eat in your room while you get ready for the day.

"What are you up to?" He asks, seeing you both huddled on the bed together.

"Go on, give it to him." You don't hide your smile as you encourage Dylan.

Levi puts the food down as Dylan comes up to him and shyly hands him a paper.

"Mommy helped with the words." He says as he looks down.

He's drawn a picture of the three of you, with a dog you don't have, yet. The words "mommy, me, daddy" over each of your stick figures.

"Can I call you dad?" Dylan looks up at Levi when he doesn't answer, because once again this child has left him speechless.

Levi leans down and picks up Dylan and with a laugh topples onto the bed you're sitting on, making you laugh with him.

"Yeah, I'd like that." It's been a long time coming.

You continuing laughing when the men in your life gang up to tickle you, making you give up quickly.

From then on Dylan can't wait to have people meet his mom and his dad and is very enthusiastic about introductions.

As Dylan grows up he finally understands, dad is someone who cares for him and wants to be there for him, no matter what, and that person will always be Levi.

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