#jean blurb

[missmeinyourbones]

jean kirstein x reader (NSFW 18+)

afab!reader, pet names (pretty girl, good girl, baby) oral (fem!receiving), penetrative sex, stomach bulge, size kink, creampie, not proofread lol, minors and ageless blogs will be blocked. 

Jean is a gentleman—in all definitions of the word.

He always puts your pleasure above his, constantly so delicate and courteous when it comes to your preferences. He’s in tune with your moans and whimpers. He knows which shallowed breaths mean more and which mean too much. He knows your ins and outs, like the back of his hand—always doing his best to make sure his girl feels good.

Maybe that’s how you found yourself sprawled across his bed, back flat against his mattress as he leaves terribly tempting kisses on every inch of your body.

His kisses flutter down your abdomen, and each one feels like a tiny little spark against your skin as he slowly inches further down towards your heat. 

“Jean,” you breathlessly pant, trying to express your gratitude to him through quickened sighs, “You don’t have to.”

While your words are shy and gracious, the sensitive reaction your body has to his hot breath hitting your clothed cunt is a clear indicator that you want nothing more than for him to completely devour you. 

He smiles to himself at your kindness, always thinking of him and putting him first. If his mouth wasn't already watering with desire and his head wasn’t enthusiastically dipping in between your legs, he’d kiss you. 

His head barely comes up, as he makes eye contact with you from between your thighs, silently demanding you to look at him. Hear his words and listen to what they mean. 

“I want to,” he assures you, placing a tiny peck to your clothed clit that has your back arching and hips bucking into his nose. 

He laughs at your eagerness, so cute and all for him.

He removes your damp panties and practically moans at the string of slick that collects and webs from where it’s attached to your cunt. He allows a slender finger to collect its sweetness and bring it up to his mouth, wanting to forever savor your alluring taste on his tongue.

Just as you’re about to whine and tell him to stop teasing, you feel his tongue flat against your core, licking a hefty swipe before his thumb finds your pounding clit.

“Pretty girl,” he practically moans into your pussy, sending vibrations into your bones as you try (but fail) to quiet the babbling cries coming from your throat. 

Jean sees you holding back and does his very best not to audibly tsk at your selflessness. He wants to hear you, all of you. He wants you loud and pretty and messy, all at his hand—or rather his mouth. 

He sucks on your clit a little harsher, allowing your cries to break through your swollen and bitten lips.

“My pretty girl,” he clarifies, and suddenly you're seconds away from reaching your high. 

“Jean, m’close,” you warn him through breathless cries as you feel your stomach burn with release. He smiles into your pussy, and the feeling of his teeth gently grazing your clit is enough to send you over the edge.

“Atta girl,” Jean praises as you cum on his tongue, lapping your essence like a starved man, “Feel good for me.”

When your mind somewhat clears and your body tries to recollect its strength, Jean kisses up your body with purpose. Sweet pecks dancing on your abdomen, chest, shoulder, neck, then jaw. When he reaches your lips and you let a soft please bury into his mouth, the fire in his stomach is reignited once more.

He slightly pulls himself off of you, supporting his body weight with his forearm on the headrest of the bed as he removes his boxers, freeing his pretty pink cock to the heavy atmosphere of the room.

His size shocks you every time, always staying the same but somehow still rendering you speechless and a bit worried that it won’t even fit. Jean sees your eyes gloss over with the odd combination of lust and worry, and his hands immediately finds your cheeks, locking you into a kiss full of tongue and passion. 

“Talk to me,” he commands, having sensed your slight anxiety. He knows what you’ll say, what you’ll always say, but he still finds himself asking. Needing to hear your voice and express your concerns, as they go straight to his heart and his ego every single time. 

A bit embarrassed as usual, you barely utter against his lips, “S’too big, Jean. Won’t fit.”

“But we always make it fit. You always take it so good, yeah?”

His words go right to your core and you feel yourself clenching around nothing. Jean sees the intoxicating effect that his praise has on your body—and like the addict he is, he wants another hit.

He brings the tip of his cock to lightly, barely slide between your folds. He smears the precum oozing from it all over your puckering hole as you writhe against the sheets.

“Like the good girl you are. For me, right?”

You moan crudely, and whether it’s from the sensation of his dick between your folds or the praise of his words, Jean doesn’t know.

He aligns himself with your entrance, watching your face morph with oohs and aahs as he teases, “How about the tip? Just the tip, baby, promise it’ll feel good.”

You nod out of pure muscle memory and he slightly thrusts into you, your body contorting at the stinging pleasure. He feels giant—bullying your tiny pussy with the stretch of his girth. You find it hard to collect yourself as your chest heaves and mouth goes dry.

“You-” the words fall as short as your breaths, trying to open your eyes through clenched teeth as you adjust to his size prodding at your hole, “You said jus’ the tip.”

Jean crawls closer to you, cradling your head in his hands as he coaxes your neck to look down to where the two of you connect. You open your eyes and see the tip of his thick and girthy cock between your folds, almost slipping out from how soaked you are. He smirks against your skin as he watches you come to the realization. It is just the tip. 

You moan lewdly at the sight of him slightly pulling out, his fat tip covered in strings of slick as he pushes it back into your heat. Your head rolls back at the stretch that somehow walks the tightrope of being far too much for you to handle, as well as not nearly enough to satisfy you. 

“Not enough for you?” Jean’s saccharine voice nearly groans as he pushes a few more inches in deviously slow.

“What about half? C’mon baby, just a few more inches,” he begs, hands and lips all over you as he works his way in and out of your sweet cunt, slowly inching deeper with each thrust as you acclimate to his size. 

“C-can’t, I can’t. S’too much, I-”

“Hey,” his calloused hand on your jaw pulls you out of your lust-clouded brain as much as it possibly can. He holds your face until you open your eyes and stare back at him, his pretty hazel eyes dripping with adoration as he watches your chest heave and your face contort with pleasure and pain. 

“Breathe with me,” he commands, almost like a reminder, as you inhale deeply through your nose and attempt to let your body relax into his grip. His cock now pulsing so deeply inside of you feels like a natural piece of you. The burning and stretching slowly subsides as Jean hears your tiny whimpers at his lack of movement—his signal to do something, anything, to make his baby feel good.

He slowly but surely begins to rock his hips into you, the veins of his cock dragging along the inside of your gummy walls so deliciously. 

“That’s it, baby,” he coos, hearing your moans increase in volume and need, “Such a good girl, always so good f’me.”

Again, Jean’s hand finds your neck and gently forces it to look at where his cock relentlessly abuses your tight hole. You crane you head down to see the mess he’s making of you and it’s embarrassingly obscene. 

His giant cock pulling and pushing in and out of you, disappearing into the warmth of your cunt with loud and lewd schlick sounds. You feel a mixture of your juices running down your thigh and into the back of your knee as Jean continues to fuck you senseless. You see the creamy ring of cum forming at the base of his cock and your cheeks flush red. 

“Look at you, fuck, look at you takin’ all of me,” he praises as his hand presses flat against your tummy, feeling himself thrust in and out of your smaller body. 

You throw your head back in overstimulation at the sudden pressure, but Jean pulls it right back with a heated kiss filled with spit and tongue. 

“You feel me, here?” he coos and presses harsher onto the soft spot of your stomach pouch and it’s all too much. You can’t think or see straight, you're not even sure if you’re still breathing. You're just taking what he gives you, letting him love you with his cock as he feverishly aims to turn your mind to mush while pleasing you. 

“D-deep,” is all you can whimper out as he relentlessly fucks himself into you.

He groans loudly at the feeling of your cunt clenching around him, squeezing him as the familiar coil in your stomach continues to burn brighter. You feel your second orgasm of the night threatening to spill over into your entire frame as his tip kisses your cervix over and over again. 

“Fuck m’cumming, Jean,” you squeal out, follow by a senseless string of babbles thanking him, his name leaving your lips like a hushed prayer. You repeat it until it doesn’t even sound like a real word anymore as he continues you pump himself into you, letting you ride out your high that’s shortly followed by his own. 

“I know, baby, I feel you,” he holds your body as it spasms in his grip, ropes of his cum painting your walls white as it spurts periodically into your weeping cunt, “I got you, show me how good you feel.” 

Your vision fades to black as your whole body tenses through your orgasm. After a few moments, your frame stills—suddenly exhausted and inebriated at the pleasure it just endured.

Jean lightly collapses on top of you, allowing himself to remain inside of you as he softens. He experimentally rolls his hips, which results in an immediate yelp from you and a plea of it being too sensitive. He laughs as he settles down next to you. 

“See,” his gleams with pride as his lips find your temple quickly.

“You take it every time,” he praises, giant hands rubbing your stomach as he catches his own breath, leaving tiny kisses all over your shoulder, down your arm to your hand.

He kisses each knuckle, each fingertip, before he finally finds your lips once more, “Have a little more faith in yourself, yeah?” 

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[elia-the-bibliophile]

Diamond of the First Water (Max Verstappen x Female Reader)

Genre: Fluff

Formula 1 meets the whispers of high society gossip. A crossover you never know you needed😉

Max Verstappen’s relationship with a talented actress, Y/N, takes a rough turn when she lands the role of Daphne Bridgerton opposite a charismatic co-star. Jealousy and insecurity grip Max as he struggles to cope with his feelings. Will their love survive the fast-paced drama of both the racetrack and the Regency era London set of "Bridgerton"?

Max sits on the couch, his laptop open in front of him. He clicks play on the latest promo for the Bridgerton series, his eyes fixed intently on the screen.

As the scenes unfold, showcasing the undeniable chemistry between you, his girlfriend of 3 years and Regé-Jean Page, Max's jaw tightens slightly. He can't deny the pang of jealousy that twists in his chest as he watches their on-screen romance unfold, where you starred as Daphne Bridgerton.

"Looks like you and Regé are hitting it off," he said with a scoff, his eyes narrowing as he watches the scenes play out. Despite his attempt at nonchalance, insecurity lingers.

With each new promo snippet, Max finds himself drawn deeper into the story. He watches as you and Regé-Jean share intimate moments, his heart clenching with a weird mixture of both pride and jealousy.

Max's finger hovers over the mousepad, hesitating for a moment before clicking on a short clip that has sent the internet into a frenzy. The iconic scene plays out on the screen, showcasing Regé-Jean as he delivers the unforgettable line, "I burn for you."

As the scene unfolds, Max's breath catches in his throat, his eyes widening slightly at the intensity of the moment. He can feel his heart rate quicken as he watches the raw emotion in Y/N's eyes, her performance bringing the character of Daphne to life in a way that captivates audiences around the world and he can see why.

Another round of jealousy flares within him as he realizes the impact of the scene, knowing that millions of viewers are falling under the spell of his girlfriend's on-screen chemistry with the newest heartthrob. "Quite the scene," he murmurs to himself, possessiveness coloring his words. Despite the swirling emotions within him, Max can't tear his eyes away from the screen, captivated by the power of the performance and the undeniable magnetism of the world building. People might not would’ve guessed that the Max Verstappen loves a good period drama.

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The next day, Max is in the middle of a training session when his phone buzzes with a text from Charles, and he glances down to see a link. Curiosity piqued, he opens it and finds himself directed to a recent interview featuring of course, Regé-Jean Page.

"So, Regé, let's get down to the important questions, shall we? We've heard rumors swirling around the set of Bridgerton about a certain someone catching your eye. Care to set the record straight?"

Regé chuckles, voice smooth as honey, his eyes twinkling with amusement. “Ah, I see you've been talking to the gossip columnists. Well, I'm afraid I can neither confirm nor deny anything at this time."

“Oh, playing it coy, are we? But seriously, the world is dying to know – who is your celebrity crush?"

His smile widens, and he leans back in his chair, considering the question with mock seriousness. "Well, you know, there are plenty of beautiful and talented people out there in the world of entertainment. But if I had to choose just one, I suppose I'd have to say... Y/N."

The interviewer raises an eyebrow, feigning surprise. "Y/N? As in the leading lady of Bridgerton herself?"

Regé nods, a sheepish grin spreading across his face. "Guilty as charged. What can I say? You cannot play a role alongside her and not fall in love. It's just impossible."

The interviewer chuckles, clearly enjoying the playful exchange. "Well, I'm sure Y/N will be thrilled to hear that. And who knows? Maybe there's a real-life love story brewing behind the scenes of Bridgerton."

Regé laughs, a twinkle of mischief in his eyes. “I couldn't possibly comment on that. But I will say this – working with Y/N has been an absolute joy, both on and off screen."

Max's hand clenches as he watches the interview, the weight of Regé’s words settling heavily on his shoulders. Despite the playful tone of the interview, there's a sincerity in his declaration that sends envy coursing through Max's veins.

He closes his eyes briefly, trying to push down the feelings of insecurity. But try as he might, he can't shake the nagging fear that Regé’s words hold a kernel of truth, that perhaps his girlfriend's on-screen chemistry has spilled over into something more.

With a heavy sigh, Max pockets his phone and returns his focus to his training, the weight of the interview lingering in the back of his mind like a shadow he can't shake.

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After a grueling session, Max emerges from the track, his muscles tense and his mind still buzzing with the weight of the interview. As he heads towards the paddock, he spots Charles leaning against the wall, sipping a cold drink.

"Hey, Max.”

Max grunts in response, his thoughts still somewhere else.

Charles arches an eyebrow, noticing Max's preoccupied demeanor, “Everything alright, mate? You seem a bit... off."

Max hesitates for a moment before deciding to confide in his fellow driver, "Yeah, just... had a bit of a run-in with the gossip mill today."

Charles let out an amused laugh, "Ah, you’ve catched that interview with Regé-Jean Page then?”

Max's eyes narrow slightly as he regards Charles, Charles chuckles, his grin growing wider, “Seems like he's really into her, huh? For someone who's supposedly just doing it for promo," he said with a shrug.

Max pauses in his tracks, Charles's words echoing in his mind. He turns back to face the Monégasque, a crease forming between his brows, “You think so?"

Charles nods, his expression thoughtful, “Yeah, I mean, sure, it's all part of the promo game, but there was something in the way he said it... seemed pretty genuine to me."

Max's lips thin into a line as he considers Charles's observation. Despite his initial dismissal of Regé’s declaration, a part of him can't shake the nagging feeling that there might be more to it than just publicity, "I guess we'll never know for sure."

Charles claps Max on the shoulder, offering him a reassuring smile, "Don't let it get to you, mate. At the end of the day, you know where you stand with Y/N. And if Regé wants to play the celebrity crush game, well, that's his prerogative. You're the one she comes home to."

Max nods, a sense of resolve settling over him. He may not be able to control the rumors swirling around Bridgerton, but he can control how he reacts to them, "Thanks, Charles. I needed to hear that."

With a nod of appreciation, Max turns and continues on his way, the weight of Charles's words giving him a newfound sense of clarity. Whatever may come, he knows that his relationship with Y/N is built on a foundation of trust and love, and nothing – not even a charming actor and a flurry of gossip – can shake that.

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On his way home, Max decided to shoot you a quick text, “Hey schatje, how’s your day going?”

Y/N response came in seconds with a picture of you and Regé, “Hi baby, I’m out for coffee right now with Regé, he says hello to you”

Max's heart skips a beat as he reads Y/N's response, a surge of mixed emotions washing over him. But he takes a deep breath, pushing those feelings aside as he forces himself to respond, “Coffee with Regé, huh? Tell him I said hello back."

Despite the weight on his chest, Max forces a smile as he hits send, trying to push aside his insecurities and trust in the strength of his relationship with you. But as he waits for her reply, the image of Y/N and Regé together lingers in his mind, further fueling the flames of his unease.

Max's fingers hover over his phone, hesitating for a moment before he types out his next message, “What time do you think you'll be home, schat?”

When the ‘ping’ finally comes, it's like a weight being lifted from his shoulders, but it's quickly replaced with a sense of resignation. “It'll be late darling, so don't wait up."

Max's jaw tightens as he reads the message. He knows he shouldn't let his insecurities get the best of him, but the image of Y/N and Regé together won’t go away. His minds pulling all sorts of mean tricks on him.

With a heavy sigh, Max sets his phone down on the passenger seat beside him, the glow of the screen casting a faint light in the dimly lit car. The quiet hum of the engine fills the air as he drives through the empty streets, the silence broken only by the occasional sound of passing cars.

As he navigates the familiar route home, Max's mind is consumed by a whirlwind of conflicting emotions. The image of Y/N and Regé replays in his mind like a broken record. He even think about slapping himself, hard, to clear his mind.

And as he finally pulls into the driveway of their apartment, he can't help but feel a sense of loneliness settle over him, longing for the comfort and reassurance that only your presence can bring. And there’s not much of that these days.

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The next day, as Max arrives at the track, he finds Charles and Carlos waiting for him near the paddock, wearing matching mischievous grins, “Max! We thought we'd grab lunch together today. What do you say?" Charles asked.

Max's eyebrows furrow in surprise at the unexpected invitation, but he can't help but feel a flicker of gratitude at the gesture. “Sure, sounds good. Thanks, guys."

As they head to the nearby café, Charles and Carlos make a team effort to keep the mood light, peppering the conversation with jokes and anecdotes from past races.

"So, Max,” Carlos starts, “Heard you've been spending a lot of time with Netflix lately. Regé giving you a run for your money?"

Max chuckles, rolling his eyes good-naturedly, “Yeah, something like that. It's a whole new world for me, y’know? Used to dating models and them doing quick photoshoots. Now, it's all about the long hours on set and endless promo tours."

Charles raises an eyebrow, a teasing glint in his eye, “Ah, so you're not used to your girlfriend spending more time with her co-star than with you?"

“Hey, watch it, mate. I'm not about to let some actor steal my girl.”

Carlos laughs, shaking his head in amusement, “Well, if Regé ever gets too cozy with Y/N, just let us know. We'll take care of it on the racetrack."

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That night, as you walked through the door, your heart swelled with anticipation of finally spending quality time with Max after a long while on set. However, instead of the warm embrace you were expecting, you were met with a cold silence. Max was sitting on the kitchen table, his expression unreadable.

Confusion etched across your features, you approached him cautiously, “Darling, is everything okay?"

He looked up, his gaze piercing, "Are you into him, huh?" He spat out, his words might as well have been laced venom.

Your heart sank, confusion flickering in your eyes, "What? Max, no, of course not," you replied softly, trying to keep your voice steady despite the rising emotions.

Max's jealousy bubbling to the surface, “I see the way you look at him, the chemistry between you two on set. It's like you forgot you have a boyfriend waiting for you back home.”

You knelt down in front of him, reaching out to gently cup his face, willing him to understand. "Max, surely you can’t think this. You're the one I love, the one I want to be with. But acting is just that—acting. It's not real."

Max angrily brushed you off as you tried to reason with him, his frustration palpable in every movement. Ignoring your pleas, he stalked towards you until you were backed against the wall, his eyes blazing with jealousy.

"Do you like it when he kisses you?" he demanded, his voice harsh and accusing. "Is he a better kisser than I am, schat?”

Your heart pounded in your chest as you felt the weight of his anger bearing down on you. Swallowing hard, you met his gaze with a mix of defiance. "No, Max," you replied firmly, refusing to let his words break you. "He's not and that doesn’t even matter.”

His grip tightened on your shoulders, his expression torn between anger and vulnerability. "Then why do I feel like I'm losing you?" he whispered, his voice raw with emotion.

You reached up to cup his face, the warmth of your touch a stark contrast to his simmering rage. "You're not losing me, Max," you reassured him, your voice soft but unwavering. "I'm right here."

For a moment, he seemed to waver, his resolve crumbling in the face of your unwavering love. And then, with a heavy sigh, he pulled you into his arms, burying his face in the crook of your neck. "I'm sorry, Y/N," he murmured against your skin. "I just... I can't bear the thought of losing you. Watching all those clips drove me insane.”

You held him close, feeling the tension in his body slowly melt away. "You won't lose me, Max," you whispered, pressing a gentle kiss to his temple. "You know I’m yours, my love, and have always been yours.”

Max leaned back slightly, his eyes searching yours for any hint of the truth. "Do you think he likes you for real?" he asked, his voice laced with uncertainty. "Because it certainly seems that way."

You shook your head, a soft smile playing at the corners of your lips. "Max, it’s just acting. Regé is a professional, and so am I."

He studied your face intently, as if trying to decipher the truth hidden within your words. "But the way he looks at you..." he trailed off, unable to voice the insecurity that gnawed at him.

You reached up to gently cup his cheek, forcing him to meet your gaze. "Max Emilian, look at me," you urged softly. "You're the only one I want. I chose you, and I'll keep choosing you every single day."

A flicker of doubt crossed his features before he finally nodded, the tension in his shoulders easing slightly. "I'm sorry, Y/N," he murmured, his voice thick with emotion. "I let my jealousy get the best of me."

You smiled tenderly, pressing a kiss to his lips. "It's okay, baby. We all have our moments. What matters is that we work through them together."

Feeling the tension ease between you, you gently took Max's hand and kiss the back of it, offering him a reassuring smile. "You know, if you're feeling uneasy, you could always come to set and see for yourself," you suggested. "I'd love to introduce you to Regé."

Max's expression softened at your offer, a hint of curiosity flickering in his eyes. "Really? You'd be okay with that?"

You nodded, squeezing his hand gently. "Of course. I want you to feel secure in our relationship, Max. And I want you to see firsthand that there's nothing going on between me and him. We’re just friends.”

A small smile tugged at the corners of Max's lips as he leaned in to press a tender kiss to your forehead. "Thank you, liefje. That means a lot to me."

Laughing softly, you playfully teased Max, "Come here, you big baby," before pulling him close.

As your lips met in a sweet kiss, the tension of the moment melted away. As if it’s never been there on the first place.

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Max finally secured a week off from his demanding training schedule, and Y/N couldn't wait to share her world with him. As he often whisked her to every Grand Prix, but he has never been to any of her filming set.

As Max stepped onto the sprawling set of "Bridgerton," his eyes widened in awe at the bustling activity around him. Towering structures resembling the grandeur of Regency-era London loomed in the distance, while a flurry of costumed actors and crew members darted about, bringing the world of the early 1800s to life.

Y/N grinned beside him, her eyes sparkling with excitement as she led him deeper into the heart of the set. "Welcome to the world of Bridgerton," she said, her voice dripping with pride.

Max couldn't help but marvel at the meticulous attention to detail evident in every corner of the set. From the ornate costumes to the elaborate set pieces, it was as though he had been transported back in time.

"This is incredible," Max breathed, doing a 360 degree turn to take in the sights around him.

Y/N squeezed his hand affectionately. "I'm glad you think so. It's been such an amazing experience being a part of this production."

As they wandered through the bustling set, Y/N introduced Max to her co-stars and fellow crew members, each interaction filled with warmth.

And finally, “Max, this is Regé," Y/N said, gesturing to a dashing man in period attire. "He plays Simon Basset, the Duke of Hastings."

Regé extended his hand with a friendly smile. "Pleasure to finally meet you, Max. Y/N's been telling us all about you."

Max shook his hand, feeling a pang of jealousy despite himself. "Likewise," he replied, forcing a tight smile.

Throughout the day, Max watched in fascination as scenes were meticulously rehearsed and filmed, the air alive with creativity and passion. And as he witnessed Y/N slip effortlessly into the role of Daphne Bridgerton, her talent shining brightly alongside her co-star, Max couldn't help but feel a swell of admiration for the woman he loved. Seeing her at her natural element makes him adore her even more.

"It's been amazing seeing you in action," he said to Y/N, pulling her close.

Y/N smiled up at him, her eyes alight with happiness. "I'm glad you could be here with me, Max. It means the world to me."

With a playful glint in her eye, she nudged him gently. "You've been avoiding Regé all day," she teased, her voice laced with affection. "I thought you'd be eager to track him down."

Max chuckled nervously, rubbing the back of his neck. "I guess I just didn't want to intrude on your scene," he replied, attempting to mask his unease.

Y/N raised an eyebrow, a knowing smile tugging at the corners of her lips. "Oh, come on, Max. I know you're not one to shy away," she teased, linking her arm through his. "Come now, don’t be rude.”

Max's sighed, conceding defeat. "Alright, alright.”

As they approached Regé, now in his everyday clothing, to his surprise he greeted him warmly, despite him being an asshole throughout the day. “This might sounds weird but I've been a fan of the sport for years, ever since I first saw Lewis Hamilton in action."

Max’s interest piqued. "That so?” he replied.

"I've watched so many of your races!" Regé continues, his admiration evident in his voice. "You're great, mate."

Max's cheeks flushed with a hint of pride at the praise. "Thanks, I appreciate that," he said, genuinely touched by Regé's words.

Y/N beamed at the exchange between the two men, delighted to see them finally talk. "I told you he's a big fan," she said, teasing Regé playfully.

Regé grinned sheepishly. "Guilty," he admitted, his enthusiasm unabashed. "I try to catch every race I can. There's something about the speed and precision of it all that's just mesmerizing."

Max felt a wave of relief wash over him as he realized he had more in common with Regé than he had initially thought. The fact that he is also a genuinely nice bloke also helps.

As Y/N excused herself to talk to the director, Max found himself alone with Regé, the air tinged with a slight awkwardness. Sensing the tension, Regé cleared his throat and turned to face Max with a sincere expression.

"Listen, Max," Regé began. "I just wanted to apologize if I ever made you uncomfortable. It was not my intention as I am just doing my job."

Max blinked in surprise at Regé's unexpected apology, his guarded demeanor melting away. "Oh, no, it's cool," Max reassured him quickly. "I understand. It's all part of the promotion game, right?"

Regé nodded, relief evident in his eyes. "Exactly," he said earnestly. "Most of those interviews are scripted anyway. But I just wanted to make sure you know that I didn't mean to come off too strong."

Max smiled, feeling a wave of gratitude towards Regé for his sincerity. "No worries, man," he said, clapping a hand on Regé's shoulder. "I appreciate you saying that. And hey, it's actually really cool to meet another fan of the sport."

Regé's smile widened at Max's words, the tension between them dissipating completely. "Definitely," he agreed warmly. "Maybe we can catch a race together sometime."

Max's grin mirrored Regé's. "Actually, how about I get you access to the Paddock Club for Silverstone? It's an experience every F1 fan should have."

Regé's eyes widened in surprise and excitement. "Seriously? That would be incredible!" he exclaimed, unable to contain his enthusiasm.

Max chuckled. "Consider it done," he said with a grin. "I'll make sure you have the best view of me winning.”

Y/N returned, her eyes sparkling with curiosity as she slipped her arm around Max's waist. "What are you boys plotting about?" she asked, clearly intrigued by the conversation she had interrupted.

Max exchanged a knowing glance with Regé before turning back to Y/N. "Ehh just making plans for Silverstone," he replied. "I'm getting Regé access to the Paddock Club so he can experience F1 up close."

Y/N's eyes widened in delight, her smile widening. "That's amazing!" she exclaimed. "Regé, you're going to love it!"

Regé grinned from ear to ear. "I can't wait," he said eagerly, his eyes shining with anticipation. "Anyways, I'll catch up with you guys later. It was great meeting you, Max."

Max tipped his head. "Likewise," he said warmly. "Take care, man."

Y/N couldn't help but tease, "Aw, look at the two of you getting along so well. To think, not a few days ago, you would've punched him in the face," she remarked.

Max chuckled, shaking his head at the memory of his initial impression. "Yeah, well, I guess you could say he grew on me," he replied, a smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

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[ackermancurse]

58 with Levi Ackerman for the prompt list please hehe :)

Modern Levi x Reader

Levi is your plus one to a wedding you were invited to in your family. Levi has always been your best friend so you asked him to go with you because you didn’t want to show up without a plus one.

“Pleaseeee Levi. My cousin is getting married and I’m tired of showing up to weddings without a plus one. It’ll shove it in my aunt’s face. I’m tired of hearing her snarky remarks of me still being single,” you plead to your best friend that sits on your couch in your apartment.

Levi sits with his right ankle resting on his left knee and leans his head back against the wall behind him, “Don’t make me regret it.”

Your face lights up, “Thank you thank you Levi. So I was thinking you can wear that black suit with the baby blue button up because it really brings out your eyes and-“

Levi puts up his right index finger and points at you, “Just promise me you won’t make me dance.” His grayish-blue eyes pierce into yours.

You pout, “But-“

“No but’s. I’m sorry but you know I don’t dance. When have you ever seen me dance in the 6 years you’ve known me,” he explains with a quirked brow.

You huff, “Fine I promise.”

Levi puts out his right pinky finger, “Swear on it.”

The one time he picks up a trait of yours it’s of course the trait you practice most. You always make Levi pinky swear and he hates doing it, but knows it means a lot to you. You put out your left pinky finger, “I swear.”

You place your earrings in and look at the time on your phone. Levi still hasn’t shown up and you have to leave in 5 minutes. You dial his number but it goes straight to voicemail, “Levi where the hell are you? Call me when you get this.”

There was a knock at your front door. You rush over and open it to see your best friend.

“Sorry I had to pick up my suit from the cleaners,” he mumbles with the suit still on its hanger.

You roll your eyes, “Well can we hurry this up please I wanna be there as soon as possible to rub it in my aunt’s face that I have a plus one finally.”

Levi enters your bathroom and shuts the door behind him while you sit on the couch. 2 minutes later he comes out in his freshly pressed suit. His dark locks framing his face perfectly.

“Can you just help me with my watch,” he asks, holding his expensive dark chocolate brown leather watch with a navy blue face and gold accents.

You stand up and grab his wrist gently, fastening the loose watch tightly together, “There, all done.” You glance up at Levi and find him already looking at you.

“You look good,” he replies in his deep and sultry voice. He looks down at you with a small smirk.

You clear your throat and step away from him, “Thanks Levi. Don’t look too bad yourself. Let’s go, yeah?”

He nods and makes his way towards the front door, opening it for you.

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You arrive at the wedding venue with Levi and he puts his arm out for you to lock your arm with him, “God I can’t wait to see the look on my aunt’s face.”

Levi chuckles slightly which makes me smile and look up at him, “Glad I could help. But remember our deal, no dancing.”

You sigh, hoping he had forgotten about the stupid deal, “Yes I know.”

As you walk up the steps to the building your Aunt Alice steps out and locks eyes with you, “Well what do we have here? Did you finally take my advice and stop acting like a child and get yourself a-“ she glances at Levi and looks him up and down, “nice piece of man.”

You had to admit Levi always did clean up well. The way the baby blue shirt brings out his piercing eyes and his dark features accentuate his facial features like his chiseled jaw.

“Levi Ackerman ma’am. Your niece has told me so much about you,” he extends his hand and she accepts it.

“Only good things I’m hoping,” she smiles.

He looks at you from the corner of his eye with a small smirk, “Of course.”

Aunt Alice’s face turns flush and she looks you in the eye, “You better not do anything to lose this man, dear, or I’ll have to set him on a date with your cousin Rachel. She’d really love him,” she replies and winks at Levi. “It was nice meeting you Levi, I hope to see you more later.” Aunt Alice walks away to continue with her bride of the mother duties.

Your smile fades, “Ugh I can’t stand her.

Levi unlocks his arm from yours and grabs your hand, “Hey, don’t bother with her. I can tell she just wants to get a reaction out of you.”

You look down at your hand in his. Levi has held your hand before, but this felt different. You look up to him and his eyes soon look up into yours.

Levi clears his throat and let’s go of your hand, “So should we find a spot inside?”

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The reception has gone on for a couple hours. You and Levi have been talking to all your family members who can’t help but gush over your “boyfriend.” Many of them commented on his cold and stoic impression and that he seems straight out of a romance novel.

You watch as other people dance with their dates and can’t help but feel a bit sad. You wish Levi wanted to dance.

“Uh oh trouble in paradise already? I told you Levi she’s a tough one,” Aunt Alice appears and sits down at your table next to Levi and gives you a tight-lipped grin.

Levi looks at you and back to your aunt, “Oh no. We’re just enjoying each other’s company here and talking to people who come by.”

Your aunt shoots you a glare, “I’m sure you’re just dying to dance and because she’s upset she’s not the one getting married so she just wants to sit and sulk. I’m so sorry Levi.”

You feel that familiar tightness form in your throat and feel tears sting the corners of your eyes. You look up at Levi and when he sees your expression he sends your aunt a look like he wants to strangle her. Of course, she doesn’t know this expression like you do.

“Actually I was just about to ask her to dance,” Levi retorts and stands up unbuttoning his suit jacket.

You quickly look up to him wide eyed, “Levi you don’t-“

Levi gives you a look, “C’mon dance with me.” His hand extends out to you.

You look at it for a moment and look back up to him. He gives you a nod of reassurance. You grab his hand and stand up.

Levi begins walking towards the dance floor with you when he stops and turns around, “And excuse me Alice. Your niece is a very beautiful young lady and I’m lucky to even be in her presence tonight. I don’t appreciate the way you speak so poorly of her so please stop being the bitter and jealous Aunt that you are.”

Aunt Alice placed a hand on her chest and was struggling to find the words she wanted to say.

You try to stifle a chuckle and cover your mouth. You can’t believe he said that to your aunt.

Levi takes your hand once more and you join together on the dance floor in time for a slow dance.

“Levi you really didn’t have to do any of that. Especially coming out to the dance floor. We had a deal,” you explain your arms around his neck.

Levi shrugs, “If it means I get to see that look on your aunt’s face, I’d do it again.”

You smile, “Thank you.”

“Don’t say I don’t do anything for you. You’re a special girl, so I’ll always make an exception,” Levi replies and locks eyes with you.

You can’t help, but blush, “So I’m a beautiful young lady huh?”

Levi’s eyes widen and you swear you see his cheeks get pink, “Was hoping you didn’t catch that. But yes, yes you are.”

You smile and rest your head on his chest, hearing the sound of his heartbeat ever so slightly.

You continue to sway to the music silently with Levi.

“Levi…” You break the silence between the two of you.

“Yes?” Levi asks with small confusion in his voice.

“What are we?” You ask. Recently, Levi and you have gotten really close. Closer than normal, but it’s a good close. You guys are always with each other, and if you’re not then you’re on the phone. You look forward to seeing him and feel butterflies in your stomach when you see him. You always thought Levi was attractive but you have always been best friends. Now it’s different.

Levi gulps, “I don’t know, honestly. I know we’ve always been best friends but I don’t know about you, but I feel like there’s something different.”

You pull away from his chest and look at him. Yes, something is different. “I think we might be stepping into more than best friends territory, Levi.”

Levi chuckles and you see that grin of his, “Yeah I think so too.”

You stare into each other's eyes for a while feeling the tension grow between the two of you.

“Can I kiss you,” Levi blurts out and breaks the tension.

Your heart skips a beat. You nod, “Yes, you can.”

Levi bends down to reach your lips. When your lips connect there’s an explosion like nothing would ever be able to explain. It feels natural. It feels right. It feels perfect.

You pull away first and the song ends. Your foreheads touching, “Wow,” you whisper.

“I think wow is an understatement,” Levi responds with a small laugh.

Levi guides you away from the dancefloor and holds your hand. You glance down and smile. You look up to him once more and he gives you a small smirk.

Maybe this is the one time that it’s okay to break a pinky promise.

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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.

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[levisjinchuriki]

insatiable ch 7 teaser!!!

“let me make it up to you”, he says as he pulls away to look at you. he sits with his knees between your thighs, waiting eagerly for your response. his eyes are filled with lust, lips red and swollen from your heated kiss. he looks so pretty with his hair disheveled from your fingers running through his locs. armin’s hands slowly travel up your thighs until his fingers play with the waist band of your sleep shorts. “just tell me if you want to stop and i will, okay?”, he assures you. you nod as if you haven’t been dreaming about this moment for weeks. armin hooks his fingers over the top of your panties, bringing both the fabric and your shorts down slowly. he maintains eye contact with you to confirm you’re okay with his actions.

once he places them on the floor, armin allows himself to look between your thighs. he can see you’re already soaked from his previous actions. “oh-“, he says in surprise. armin doesn’t think he’s seen anything so pretty in his whole life. his thumbs rub the inside of your thighs, unintentionally teasing as he watches you drip from your opening down to his bed sheets. you shift under his intense gaze.

“armin, please”, you whine, impatiently.

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next chapter will be posted soon hehe!!!

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[tightjeansjavi]

4 is perfect for horse dad joel!!! you could do a blurb of one of their morning phone conversations 🥰

Somethin’ Stupid

horse dad! joel x f! horseback riding instructor reader

A/N: thank you for sending in this request my love 🫶🏻 #4 things you said over the phone. 𓃗

~word count: 565~

Summary: one of horse dad! Joel’s and reader’s many cute ass morning phone calls ♡

Warnings: none, just a whole lotta tooth aching fluff and flirting of course ;) +18 only because my entire blog is not suitable for minors so dni!

“I’m sorry, who the hell actually enjoys putting ketchup on their eggs? I feel like that’s a fucking crime. Ketchup on eggs? That’s blasphemy right there!” You said with a light heartfelt laugh.

“Well, ouch. That hurts my feelings darlin.’ I am one of those people who likes ketchup on their eggs. You’ve gone and broken my heart into a bunch of lil’ pieces!” Joel deeply chuckled through the receiver.

“Gasp. So you actually are not flawless after all? Gotta say, Joel. I think this is gonna make or break it for me.” You let out a sigh of disappointment.

“Oh c’mon now sugar. Don’t go and sayin’ that! Bein’ all dramatic on me. You’re lucky I think you’re cute.” He grumbled.

“I knew this day would come. Whatever will I do? Oh, Joel! You have wounded me so!” Your tone was playfully dramatic and you could picture his little eye roll already.

Joel was in fact rolling his eyes as he took a large sip of his coffee. “Alright, Shakespeare. You’ve had your fun sweetheart. Now tell me I’m handsome.” He was grinning over the rim of his mug.

“Handsome? Now who the hell told you that you were handsome Hm? I don’t remember ever letting those words leave my mouth.”

“Believe you did last night. Or maybe it was some other pretty girl at the bar? Hmm.” He teased.

“Okay, okay. You’re handsome. Very handsome. Ezra’s got you beat though I’m afraid. He’ll always been the #1 man in my life cowboy.”

“Oh geez, now you got me out here competin’ with a damn horse? He’s gorgeous, I’ll give him that.”

“I’m just messing with you Joel! C’mon now. You’re a real cutie. There’s no competition, trust me babe.”

“A real cutie, huh? That’s sweet of ya t’say darlin.’ Now, where were we? Oh, right! What’re you wearin’ sweet cheeks?” He could picture your face, the little glare you would give him before swatting at his shoulder playfully.

“J O E L.”

“That would be me.”

You let out a light sigh, an apparent grin on your face from your Texas tall glass of water being his cheeky self. You pulled the phone away from your ear just so you could talk to your boys, who were all happily eating their morning grain. “Can you believe this guy? He’s such a flirt. Absolutely ridiculous.” You brought the phone back to your ear.

“Riding pants and a Star Wars Tee.” You finally told him.

Joel let out a low wolf whistle through the receiver as he leaned against the countertop in his kitchen. “Goddamn, that’s hot.”

“You sound like a horny teenager right now cowboy.” You giggled.

“You take that back right now.”

“Nah, I’m good.” You grinned.

“What’re your plans later?” He asked.

“Depends who’s asking.”

“Oh? Well it’s me. I’m asking.”

“Well, in that case, I’m definitely free.” You didn’t even hesitate to respond.

“‘Atta girl. That’s what I like to hear.” He grinned.

“Uh huh. You’re lucky I think you’re cute. Pick me up at 7?”

“I’ll be there at 6:30.”

“More time for us to makeout.” You felt like a little school girl with a crush.

“Exactly what I was thinkin’ sweetheart. I’ll try and not say somethin’ stupid when I see ya. Although, you make it difficult cus’ my brain goes all fuzzy when I’m near ya.”

“You could never say something stupid Joel.”

“You’d be surprised. I say a lot of stupid shit darlin.’”

“Stupid cute shit you mean.” You corrected him.

“There you go again bein’ a real peach.”

“It’s my specialty.”

“Yeah? Think your other speciality is kissin’ me silly.” He chuckled.

“You’re so cute. Please stop it before the horses start making fun of me.”

“Never. See ya tonight, toots.”

“Catch ya on the flip side, cowboy.”

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[starssgalore]

word count - 278

based off of - 553 (nasty) by jodeci

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it's deep. soo deep. that burning, twisting feeling in your core.

from the moment you first saw his face you haven't been able to forget, it's imprinted on your mind like a memory.

his face is so memorable. those lips and eyes. and god that smile that could make you do anything. and don't even get me started on that voice. deep and calming like the ocean. aggressive when the time calls for it.

he's got you wrapped around his finger... fingers really.

the sound of trickling rain and cars passing you on the street.

the cross walk being crowded with vehicle traffic slowly starts to clear up as soon as the light turns yellow.

the smell of pavement and rain slowly mixing together in a nostalgic aroma. the dark night sky lit up by billboards and street lights.

pedestrians getting ready to cross but not you. your legs are stuck in the same spot they have been since you've seen him walking towards you.

eyes half lidded, lips slightly parted as he blows out smoke from his cigarette. hair messy from running his hands through it too often.

he's under stress.

but just like that, he walks past you without a single acknowledgement. not even a wink or a tap of a shoulder.

it's not until you snap back into reality when you feel someone bump into the fact of you.

"fuck this." whispering under your breath out of annoyance.

it's not like you loved him anyways, yeah you were addicted and he was too. but that's not love, right?

it's not until your phone lights up a couple of blocks down.

'you know your mine.'

'7 at my place. see you later.'

delivered • 18:30

and with that adrenaline rushes to your heart. your legs start to move fast back to your apartment to spruce up yourself before see him.

you are his, and he's yours. forever until the end of existence.

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hey! it's been awhile but recently I've just been writing short little blurbs about whoever or whatever I'm thinking about. mainly inspired by music. so this one is based off of... *drumroll!*

553 - nasty by jodeci

anyways, see y'all later

xoxo, hoshi 💫

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[infinite-orangepeel]

put ur thinking cap on & imagine eddie munson in this outfit…you’re welcome <3 xoxo

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[eldritch-thrumming]

you're a cowboy like me.

you're a cowboy like me, perched in the dark, telling all the rich folks anything they wanna hear like it could be love, i could be the way forward, only if they pay for it.

Steve is good at reading people. He always has been. He can spot an easy mark a mile away. He knows what to look for, knows that it’s always the older, lonely women, the ones who wear their pearls and their diamonds to lunch on a Tuesday afternoon, draped in black velvet and satin, ancient fur coats hanging off their shoulders, that will eat up his words and his casual touches like peppermint candies. 

Steve’s been working his way through Westchester and the Hamptons for three summers now, which generally means he knows practically everyone there is to know. Everyone worth knowing. So when a stranger in black leather and pressed trousers crashes a Friday night at the country club, everyone takes notice.

Steve’s in the formal dining room, surrounded by Marie—his date—and her girlfriends and their husbands, when Bill Weatherstone stands from his spot next to his wife to greet the stranger who’d just been led to their table by the club’s hostess. Conversation at the table comes to a stop so abruptly Steve would find it funny, if he wasn’t so suspicious of this new stranger. The newcomer has long, curly dark hair pinned out of his face in a ponytail at the back of his neck and big, innocent-looking eyes. When he smiles and clasps Bill’s hand in both of his in greeting, Steve makes note of the dimples on his cheeks. 

The stranger isn’t wearing a sports coat, which means he’s technically not supposed to be allowed to sit at their table, but Bill is the president of the club’s board and Steve knows he can generally do whatever the hell he wants. Money will do that.

“Ladies, gentlemen, this is the new associate at the firm,” Bill’s booming voice rings out, so loud that the chatter from the surrounding tables dies out a little as other diners turn to look at them. Steve notices that several other club members eye the stranger suspiciously as well. “Just started up with us last week. Eddie Munson, here’s the gang.” He makes a sweeping gesture around the table. “Gang, Eddie Munson.” He claps Munson on the shoulder before returning to his seat.

Munson turns his blinding smile on the rest of the table while he pulls out the empty chair next to Bill and drops down into it. He’s not graceful about it, but there is a certain charm in the rough-around-the-edges, wrong-side-of-the-tracks vibe he’s got going on. If you like that sort of thing. Steve doesn’t, but he knows that there’s several women sitting in this room who would eat Eddie Munson up like creme brûlée. Steve can't help but scowl down at his plate. 

~*~

After that first night, Steve starts seeing Munson everywhere. He’s at all the club events, in the club’s dining room every Friday night, and he’s somehow gotten himself invited to all the best parties. He’s always close to Bill or sometimes Jasper Jenkins, the club’s treasury director. 

Steve is still suspicious of Munson, but he hasn’t caused any problems with Steve’s particular favorites this season, so Steve just continues to give the outsider a wide berth and mind his own business. He’s done this long enough to see others come and go. Sometimes he can feel Munson’s eyes trail after him as he leads one of his ladies to a darkened corner or out onto the terrace for a closer look at the stars and some privacy. 

About three week’s after Munson first enters the country club, Steve is invited to a poker game in the club’s basement. He doesn’t usually get invited to these kinds of things; he tends to stay close to the women, accompanying them on their days out shopping and listening to them complain about their husbands or how their children never call at their private teas and lunches. Cozying up to the married men isn’t really his idea of a good time and it’s certainly not what he’s here for, but occasionally, he has to put in an appearance or two.

Steve’s shit at poker. He loses three hands before he has to tap out of the game altogether. The room is full of club members and younger women, the air smokey from cigars. The club’s pianist plays in the corner, but no one pays him any mind beyond stuffing a few bills into the glass he’s got sitting on the piano when they pass him by. The women are half naked and giggling, skin smooth and pink as they sit in the laps of old men. The poker room has several doors leading off of it and Steve shudders to think what’s happening behind each one. Steve may sleep with married women, but at least those women have class; they’re hurting and neglected, cast aside by their greedy husbands. They’re looking for companionship, closeness, more than sex; all the things Steve’s more than happy to give them if their husbands won’t. These men are just pigs. 

Steve’s been down here only a few times before. He vaguely remembers the way to the restroom and he tries to follow the winding, wood-paneled hallways using muscle memory. He pushes open a dark wooden door down in a quiet corner, a little further from the poker room than he remembers. The room is dark when he enters, a single table lamp lighting up the space. Steve’s mouth drops open, shock paralyzing him in the doorway. In the corner, Munson is pushed up against the wall, head thrown back with Bill Weatherstone’s lips attached to his neck. Munson’s hand is gripping at Bill’s thinning hair and his eyes meet Steve’s. A slow smile spreads across Munson’s face as he meets Steve’s gaze and he shoots Steve a wink before making a shooing motion with his free hand. Steve backs out of the room quietly, pulling the door closed behind him, his face burning red. His hand pulls at the knot in his tie, mouth suddenly dry as he makes his way back to the card game. Steve doesn’t even need to make his excuses to anyone back at the game, just grabs his jacket and flees the club.

Later that night, after he’s taken Marie out to the opera and delivered her safely home to her Manhattan townhouse, Steve lays in his bed and remembers the look on Munson’s face, the way he’d smiled at Steve with heavy lids, vision cloudy through the dark. 

Steve was good at reading people. He always had been, until he’d met Eddie Munson.

~*~

shoutout to @richhietozier for leaving some beautiful tags on one of my rotten brain au posts.

#steddie fanfic #steddie #steddie fanfiction #eddie munson #steve harrington x eddie munson #steve harrington #steveddie #steddie ficlet #steddie fic #steddie blurb #inspired by Taylor Swift cowboy like me lolololo #I worked in a country club in my early twenties and I always got in trouble for letting people sit in the formal dining room #without sports coats or wearing jeans #that was a horrible job lol the men were GROSS!!!!

[mayariviolet]

Film x Anime Concept ↴

Casting Anime Characters/Ships in Films - reijean

I think we should remake Brokeback Mountain with Reiner Braun replacing Heath Ledger and Jean Kirstein replacing Jake Gyllenhaal.

“All we have is Brokeback Mountain!” He spits out, half crying. Jean throws his now well worn suede hat at the ground. The impact so great it splashes some mud onto his and Reiners denim pants. “FUCK!”

Jean chews the inside of his cheeks and lets his palms rub his eyes aggressively. Reiner hesitates in his steps before pulling Jean into him. They melt into the interaction before Reiner grabs the back of Jean’s neck firmly placing their foreheads together…

Like I’m thinking both of them would be forced into heteronormative relationships (I’m thinking of Historia -> Michelle Williams and Mikasa -> Anne Hathaway). With Historia also being forced to conform to a heteronormative relationship.

I know what they are… you know damn well if they weren’t crunched on time to save the world they’d start kissing…

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© Please do not copy or replicate my work. Inspiration is appreciated, but credit properly! ♡

#I wanna write a fic about this ngl #I’m a film major and I’m right about my casting choices btw. #someone needs to see the vision or I’m gonna roll in mud #aot headcanons #reijean #reiner x jean #Reiner Braun #Jean Kirstein #snk #aot #attack on titan #shingeki no kyojin #aot film headcanon #aot drabbles #brokeback mountain #moni’s soapbox💌 #reijean blurb #mv.writing📝

[missmeinyourbones]

𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐒𝐔𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄 | (jean kirstein x reader) wc: 0.7k+

“calmly reassuring the other it’s okay when they drop a glass, gently checking their hands for any injury” from this list of prompts

“Fuck—”

Your voice echoes throughout the apartment, abrupt and alarmed. It makes Jean’s heart skip a beat before it’s immediately followed by the sound of glass shattering. 

Trying not to panic and overreact while simultaneously listening intently for your next move, Jean warily calls out to you. 

“You alright?” his voice slightly shakes as he awaits your response. 

“Shit. Shitshitshit,” he hears you curse from the kitchen, your panicked tone indirectly answering his question. 

He bolts out of bed in a hurry to locate your cursed sighs. When hearing your shaky exhales from the kitchen, he rushes to meet you where you stand by the sink, hands slightly shaking as they remain held outwards but unoccupied. Your palms are facing yourself as your eyes vividly scan the floor around you. Jean takes a quick glance at where you gawk—tiny little shards and scraps of broken glass littering the hardwood by your feet. 

He’s quick but cautious as his sock-clad feet step around the mess and gently pull you away from the wreckage, “Hey, what happened?” His voice is soft and concerned, eyes rapidly searching your frame for any sign of injury or hurt. 

With a tender hand to your jaw, a silent plea for you to look his way, Jean turns your head and tries to catch your eye. But your pupils continue to frantically shake and search everywhere but his own. 

“I—I don’t know,” you stammer out, “It just slipped out of my hand and—I’m sorry, I don’t know how I did it,” you desperately try to explain the mess you’ve made. The jagged pieces of glass surrounding the two of you look a bit like glitter through your watery eyes and shaking head.

Though he’s unsure as to why you’re so frazzled, Jean’s confusion doesn't prevent him from doing his best to calm your nerves. 

“It’s fine,” he tenderly insists, trying to gently grip your shoulder and pull you into his embrace, “It’s just a glass.” A glass he could care less about, in fact. He’s far more concerned with your worried state, rather than some stupid kitchenware. 

Unconvinced with his forgiving reaction, you find yourself breaking more than the glass wreckage across the floor. 

“No, because now it’s all over the place,” you slightly snap, pulling yourself away from him as you avoid his gaze, hectically searching for something to collect the sharp fragments with. Apologizes continue to spill from your mouth like water rushing from an open dam. 

“I’m sorry, fuck, I’ll clean it, okay? I’m sorry, just gimme a second—”

“Baby, I don’t care about the glass,” Jean cuts you off with a stern sincerity. 

A little taken back with his tone, you’re pulled from your worry-clouded mind with a newfound confusion. “What?” you quietly shrink in his hold. 

Jean’s fingers brush the blades of your shoulders in a grounding manner as he presses, “I’m not worried about the glass,” he repeats, “I’m worried about you.”

It takes your brain a moment to read the situation, to catch up and register that he’s not mad at you. He’s not worried about the glass. His words echo in your brain like a scratched record on loop. He’s worried about you. 

His cautious voice wavers as he pulls you from your thoughts, motioning to your trembling fingers. “Lemme see your hands,” he carefully pleads. 

Without your eyes straying from his worried expression, you slowly reveal your palms to Jean. He holds them in his own, carefully and meticulously inspecting your skin for any cuts, grazes, or blood. 

“It didn’t get you anywhere?” he confirms, more so clarifying for himself, as he turns your hands and does one final glance over them. 

You shake your head.

“Okay, then that’s all I care about,” he promises you, placing a kiss to each of your tender knuckles. 

Still a bit shaken up from the accident paired with Jean’s unexpected reaction, you stammer a bit as you try to grasp the situation’s turn.

“But I—” you stumble on your words, “I broke it,” you clarify, as if the remnants of glass scattered across your floor weren't enough proof of your mistake. 

Jean shrugs, a soft smile creeping on his face as he silently chuckles beneath his breath. “Yeah, but it’s not like you did it on purpose,” he reminds you. 

You bite back your sarcastic reply of no shit when you see his grin, full of love and adoration, void of hostility or anger, all because you broke a simple glass. 

“And it can be replaced,” he concludes with a kiss to your temple, “You can’t be, right?”

#jean kirstein #jean x reader #jean kirstein x reader #jean fluff #jean kirstein fluff #jean drabble #jean kirstein drabble #jean blurb #jean kirstein blurb #aot #aot x reader #aot writing

[sweetlittlegingy]

Deep In Her Heart, The Thunder Rolls

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♤ Pairing: Rhett Abbott x Y/n "Tilly" Tillerson

♤ Word Count: 2.2 K

♤ Warnings: Fluff, Cuddly!Rhett, Horny!thots, Angst..

♤ A/n: It's just a blurb, a bit of setup for part 3...

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To say that Rhett Abbott was sweet on you, was the understatement of the century. You left Wabang for college a year and a half ago, and though you “broke up,” the two of you remained faithful to one another.

I wasn’t that you had promised each other that you wouldn’t have sex with anyone else. No, you just could never find anyone that seemed better than Rhett. You were still in love with the man, and the fact that he came up to Bozeman at least once every 6 months, kept you more than satisfied.

The both of you had decided to keep your situation on a need-to-know bases, as in no one else needed to know. It wasn’t out of embarrassment, no it was more the fact that you were just both very private people, especially when it came to each other. Rhett had come up with an array of excuses to tell his family about why he was constantly going to Bosman.

From circuit business, to needing a new Stetson, to events, nothing was off the table when it came to seeing you. You thankfully had your own dorm room, meaning that no matter when Rhett showed up, he always had a place to stay. His appearances became so regular, that the dorm building security guard had come to know Rhett by name and would hold a conversation every time he visited.

Most of the time, Rhett’s visits ended with the two of you locked in your room for the whole weekend. Only ever coming out when you’d ordered food, or to go on the occasional date night. It wasn’t that you were to sex-crazed individuals, which you were, but the deep need that you both had to just be in each other’s presence was overwhelming.

You and Rhett were like a part of each other’s souls, as if at one point you’d been so deeply intertwined, that when you parted it was as if you could barely breathe. You had etched your mark on each other’s souls, and there would be no removing it.

…

Rhett was coming up for the weekend, and while you hadn’t seen him in two months, you talked every day. You had been working through your assignments, wanting to have everything finished and turned in before he showed up. The massive write-up for econ, had been time-consuming. The actual writing of the paper had been easy enough, though the hours you spent researching the economic downfall in the 1930s had been studious and mind-numbing.

You loved school, really, but between the tutoring and honor society, you were more than ready for a chill, relaxing weekend with Rhett.

Clicking submit on the paper, you glance at your phone, and two unread messages flash across the screen. One from Rhett stating that he was just pulling into the dorm parking, and the other from Daniel, a guy that you’d been “helping” in classes.

Hey T, did you finish up that chemistry assignment? It's due Sunday.

Alright, so maybe you weren’t just helping, but Daniel was a busy guy and paid you well for the work you did.

Yeah, I emailed it to you this morning, but my venmo isn’t working. I need cash.

You type out the message and hit send, throwing your phone back onto your bed as a knock sounds at your door. You're up and moving without a second thought for the outfit you're wearing, the booty shorts barely peeking out from under one of Rhett’s oversized hoodies. Your hair in a clear mess atop your head, barely being held up by the claw clip.

You pull open the door swiftly, only to find Rhett talking with your neighbor, the bitch. Every time Rhett was over, she made goo-goo eyes at him. Clearly trying to get in his pants, you’d think she would have gotten the message after hearing you scream Rhett’s name during every visit.

Rhett turns to you when you open the door, though your eyes are focused on Danica. Your hand grasps at the shirt Rhett is wearing, and tug him harshly into the room. Your eyes never leave Danica as she glares at you, a fake smile plastered on your lips before you rudely slam the door in her face.

“Tilly, that wasn’t very nice.” The teasing, yet cocky tone in his voice has you rolling your eyes.

“I don’t like sharing, Abbott.” Your voice clipped and harsh, as your eyes soften when looking up into his own.

One hand settles to rest on his abdomen, as the other wraps up around his neck. You deliver a harsh tug, pulling Rhett down and slotting your lips against one another. You can feel Rhett’s smile against your lips, his hands drop down around your waist, slip beneath the hoodie and tap your ass, signaling you to jump.

You waste no time in wrapping your legs around his waist, both arms curling around his neck. One slipped up to grasp the Stetson atop his head, pulling away from the kiss for a second and tossing the hat onto your desk. The idea of your lips being apart is clearly displeasing to Rhett. As one of his hands slips from underneath your ass, to grasp your cheeks in between his thumb and forefinger, pressing his lips back against yours.

Your lips work against each other, hot needy kisses pass between you. Your tongues work in tandem against each other, pushing and pulling in a network of want and passion. You don't even notice that the pair of you have moved until Rhett has you pressed against your mattress.

The pressure of his belt buckle against your cunt has you bucking your hips, and a wanton moan slips past your lips.

“Hold on, sugar.”

Rhett pulls away, his hand slips up to cradle you face, thumb brushing against your swollen bottom lip.

“Just let me look at you.”

Your face nuzzles into the palm of his hand, kissing it gently. The blue in Rhett’s eyes shines bright, and the small specks of green peek out from behind his iris. His stare makes you blush, it was always like he could see right into your soul. Moments like this were always more vulnerable than any other time, even in moments when you were naked and exposed.

“I missed you.”

The comment slips past your lips, so quiet and gentle. Though it causes Rhett to smile, before pressing a small against your lips. Foreheads resting against one another, the weight of his body settles against your own.

“I missed you, Til.” Noses bopping against each other, before Rhett is standing. Slipping the button-up off his shoulders, the clank of his buckle releasing sounds, as he pushes his pants to the floor. He motions towards you to sit up, his hands reach for the bottom of the hoodie, slipping it from your form.

“Think this is mine, darlin’.

“Did you bring me a new one? It doesn’t smell like you anymore.”

He laughs slightly at your question, reaching to tug your shorts off. Leaving the both of you in your underwear and pulling you to lay on his chest as you settle on the bed.

“Don’t I always?”

Your head nods against his chest, knowing that every time Rhett came up, he brought you a sweater that he’d been wearing. You told them that the smell of his aftershave had comforted you and had made you feel like you weren’t so far apart.

The warmth of his body seeps deep into your bones, and your eyes start to drift off. The stress of the week fades from your hold, as Rhett runs a single hand up and down your spine.

“Sleep Tilly.”

The last thing you remember is a soft kiss being placed against the crown of your head, both yours and Rhett’s breath settling out into a slow rhythm, encased by sleep.

…

The loud knocking at your door wakes you and Rhett up, stretching up to place a sweet kiss against Rhett’s lips, you slowly move from the bed. Though Rhett reaches out, holding on to your waist, as he whines into the crook of your neck. His breath tickles you and you can’t help but to giggle.

Your bubble is once again, popped as the knocking ensues again. Rhett finally releases you, so that you can pull on the hoodie and shorts. Glancing back over your shoulder you laugh at the sight, Rhett laid out on your bed, arms tucked behind his head, in nothing but his boxers. The sight makes your toes curl in want, your eyes racking up his form. To find a wide smile directed at you, his baby blues shimmering with mischief.

“Y/n, open the damn door.”

Daniel's voice has you moving again, grasping the handle of the door and ripping it wide open. Had you ripped it open so wide, in hopes that Danica would once again be lurking and see an almost naked Rhett spread out? Yes, though your hopes are dashed away when you see it’s only Daniel.

 “Hey D, come on in.”

His eyes move behind you, settling against Rhett who waves a hand slightly. Not moving an inch from his spot, clearly comfortable in his skin.

“Baby, this is Daniel.” You motion between the two, eye’s finding Daniel’s. “D, this is Rhett.”

Each of them exchanging pleasantries, though nothing more. You push off the door, where you had been leaning, and reach under your desk in search of the chemistry binder from last year.

You find the worn binder and toss it to Daniel, eyes tracing to see if you have anything else that might help him.

“That’s all my notes from Granger's class last year. More than enough to help you pass tests and I can finish out the papers. But I want extra for the final, I’m gonna have a packed schedule with just my work.”

Rhett silently watches you, his sweet girl is hard-assing this massive guy and making demands. He always liked it when you were bossy, he thought it made you look hot. That fire in your eyes, always set him a light.

Daniel slips two crisp hundred dollar bills in your palm and glances back to Rhett, who only smiles wider. You laugh at him, your eyes rolling, and then look back toward Daniel.

“That’s fine,” He shakes the binder at you slightly, with a grateful smile. “Thanks, for this too.”

You give him another smile, and move to open the door for him. Trying to be polite, but more than ready to be back in bed with Rhett.

“Alright, it was nice meeting you.” Another wave passes between the two men, then Daniel is out the door. Calling a ‘thanks again’ over his shoulder as he leaves.

You turn around on your heel, and a smile spreads across your face seeing Rhett in your bed. Before he has time to react, you’re moving for the cowboy, jumping up in his lap and snuggling up against his neck.

“Quiet the criminal, aren’t you?” his teasing tone has you laughing in his neck, arms, and legs wrapping around him like a koala.

“Daniel doesn’t have the time, and I like the extra cash.”

Rhett hums against the crown of your head, his arms wrapping around you in a tight grip.

“Long as you’re being careful, baby. Don’t think I missed the tattoos, I’m not stupid darin’.”

A heavy sigh is released from your chest, you pull away from Rhett so that you’re sitting in his lap. His hands automatically find home on your hips under the hoodie, gentle circles from his thumb rubbed into your hip bones.

“Look I know. Daniel is into some shady stuff, but he’s always been nice to me and if I called him for anything, he would be there.” Your fingers spin in your lap, a nervous habit. “It’s just nice to know that without you here, I have someone else that has my back. I don’t trust guys in general, but especially on campus.”

Rhett notices your slight nervous nature, and the tone you have when you mention the guys living on the campus. He’d seen them enough and known right away that they were douchebags, but you had never mentioned having trouble.

“There something I need to know about baby?”

The term of endearment has you glancing up, loving how sweet the tough cowboy could be with you.

“I had some problems when I first moved in, but Daniel ended them almost instantly. I didn’t wanna worry you, you already have so much going on.”

Your eyes causally avoid Rhett’s, already feeling bad that you’ve kept it from him. Rhett moves you sit up, and pulls you so your flush with his chest. So close that your eyes can’t help but to look at each other.

“Tilly, I don’t care what is going on in my life. You tell me from now on, please?”

It was rare to hear Rhett ask anyone ‘please,’ and the tone in his voice makes your stomach clench in pain. The thought of hurting him, even if it was on accident, was the worst possible thing you could think of happening. He was your person and you’d only ever kept it from him because you thought you were protecting him.

“I’m sorry baby, never again.”

The placement of your lips against his is out of the pure need to express your love, to prove how much he really meant to you.

“Promise?” The question whispered against your lips.

“I promise.”

…

I was a promise that you kept,

until you couldn’t.

#rhett abbott #rhett abbott x female reader #rhett abbott x reader #rhett abbot x reader #blue jeans universe #outer range #outer range fic #rhett abbott outer range #rhett abbott imagine #rhett abbott x y/n #rhett abbott angst #rhett abbott blurb

[ackermancurse]

You 🤝 Me

Being new to AoT fandom lol

Also #45 of prompt list for Jean please, thank you! 😙

Modern Jean x Reader

“Can you please stop chewing so loudly, Connie? I can hear you all the way from here,” you shout to your twin brother.

Connie rolls his eyes, “You’re so annoying. I wasn’t even chewing that loudly.”

You continue to type on your laptop. Finishing up the essay you’re working on.

“Well I’m gonna go shower. I’m going out tonight so don’t wait for me to come home tonight. Probably won’t be back till morning,” Connie says while he places his dirty dish in the sink.

Connie walks to his bedroom and shuts the door. You hear the shower kick on and sigh. Finally some peace and quiet.

The peace and quiet you just had is short lived when a loud series of knocks at the front door of yours and Connie’s shared apartment cause you to jump.

“Springer!!! Hurry up and let us in!!” You let out an annoyed sigh.

You march over to the front door to see who could possibly be making all this noise, “There better be a good reason why someone is pounding on my door.”

You open it to see Armin, Eren, and Jean standing at the door with big smiles while laughing.

You give the boys a hug, “Connie didn’t tell me you guys were coming over. You guys going out tonight?” You open the door wide to let the three boys in.

“Yeah, gonna hit a few bars. Maybe hit a club,” Eren says and gives you a side hug.

“Connie wanted to go out. He said you were busy doing schoolwork and was getting a bit annoyed with you,” Armin responds with a grin.

You roll your eyes and that’s when you finally lock eyes with Jean.

You’ve always had a thing for Jean. He has always been your partner in school for projects, always picked you first for sports, sat next to you to talk, and just has always been there for you since the day him and Connie became best friends.

Jean looks older now. His once dark hair now a light ashy brown. His hair is slicked back and is longer than you’re used to. But it looks good. By the looks of it he’s growing out a beard because he has some scruff on his chin.

“Hi Jean,” you say with a small smile.

“How’s my favorite girl doing?” he asks before giving you a full front hug. He lifts you up like he always does while you hang on.

You giggle, “Always better when you’re around.”

He smells like expensive cologne. The kind that would make you turn your head if you walk past him in a crowd. Jean places you back down in the ground and you look up at him.

“I didn’t know you were coming over,” you say and tuck your hair behind your ear.

Connie walks out of his bedroom fully dressed and ready to go out, “Soooo should we take a pregame shot here before we head out?”

Jean looks at you and leans over to whisper, “If I’m being honest I don’t really wanna go out but I’m going just because he’s my best friend.”

You let out a giggle, “Trust me I wouldn’t want to go out drinking with him either. Remember when me and him turned 21 he got absolutely shit-faced. He kept volunteering to sing for karaoke.”

Jean lets out a hearty laugh and Connie turns to face the two of you, “Jean! Sorry, is my annoying sister bugging you??” Connie shoots you a glare practically telling you to beat it.

“Never, Connie. She’s nothing like you in the best way possible,” Jean retorts and shoots you a small grin.

You feel yourself get hot in the face. Connie knew of your crush on Jean so he always tries to keep you away.

Connie rolls his eyes, “Ew gross don’t flirt with my sister, dude. At least not in front of me. There’s a reason I try to keep you apart.”

It was Jean’s turn to get red in the face. Apparently Connie always knew you two would hit it off and didn’t want to see his friend and sister flirt.

“Con, how could you even keep your sister and me apart? I mean we grew up down the street from one another,” Jean questions as Connie opens a kitchen cabinet and grabs 3 shot glasses.

“She’s my sister and I know how you get. I know she’s exactly what you go for dude,” Connie explains and grabs a bottle of tequila from a different cabinet and begins pouring shots.

Jean looks at you wide eyed.

“Let’s just take this shot and head out alright?” Eren suggests as he grabs a shot glass.

Connie, Armin, and Jean grab their shot glasses and lift them high in the air, “To getting laid,” Connie toasts.

“To getting laid,” the boys respond in unison. Jean makes eye contact with you as he responds and proceeds to take a shot.

All the boys make faces as the liquor burns their chests.

Jean walks over to you, “Hey do you wanna join us? It would be cool if we can hang out, you know?”

Connie gasps, “Um dude?”

“It’s your fault for always keeping us apart so now face your consequences,” Jean confidently remarks.

“Well good luck she’s not gonna wanna go out. She never does,” Connie says and pours himself another shot.

You watch as Connie begins to take his second shot, “You know what… I’d love to join Jean. Give me 15 minutes and I’ll be ready.”

Connie chokes on the shot as he hears you, “Really??! You never want to go out when I ask.”

“Yeah well you’re not a cute boy who wants me to join,” you quickly respond back and feel the heat rush back into your face. You look at Jean who has a small grin on his face and he runs his fingers through his long locks.

“Whatever. Well, I don’t want to wait for you so me, Armin, Eren, and Jean are gonna get an Uber from here. I’ll text you where we’re going,” Connie explains and grabs his wallet from the kitchen counter.

Jean quickly looks at you, “Actually I’ll stay. Make sure she gets to the bar safely ya know? I’ll order us an Uber.”

Armin and Eren share a look at each other and snicker, “Alright we’ll see you guys there. Don’t take too long you two,” Armin calls out as Eren helps him push Connie out the front door before you yells at Jean.

The sound of the front door closing echoes throughout your apartment. Now you stand in front of Jean, just the two of you.

“So uh I will um take a rinse off in the shower really quick and change,” you say and look down at your feet. “Feel free to sit at the couch and help yourself to whatever is in the kitchen.”

Jean nods and sits on the beige couch in your living room and you walk into your bedroom.

—

You exit your bedroom dressed in your best outfit for a night out while holding a necklace in hand, “Do you mind?” You ask while lifting the necklace.

“Not at all,” Jean replies and takes the necklace from your hand gently.

You face away from Jean and lift your hair while his big calloused hands meet at the front of your body. He carefully clasps the necklace together and you turn to face him. You get a more in-depth smell of his cologne. It smells clean with a hint of spice. It reminds you of a fall morning. You look into his hazel eyes and notice the golden flakes that glow perfectly when the light touches them.

“T-The Uber is here,” Jean stutters at the sound of a notification from his phone.

—

You and Jean finally meet up with the boys at the bar and you feel the urge to grab a drink.

“I’m gonna get a drink,” you lean over to Armin and yell over the loud music.

Armin nods and continues talking with Eren.

You approach the bar and flag down a bartender, “One Lemon Drop Martini please.”

You feel a presence stand next to you, “Now what’s a pretty girl like yourself doing buying her own drink?” A tall man with a full beard and dark brown eyes asks. His cologne smells cheap and his breath wreaks of booze. You’re probably not the only girl he has tried to hit on all night.

The bartender returns and places the glass on the counter, “$9.50”

You kid and begin pulling out your wallet from your purse when the man from earlier puts his hand out, “I-I got it,” He hiccups. He slams his card on the counter and the bartender quickly takes it.

“Thank you,” you quietly mutter.

The bartender returns with the man’s card and continues working his ear down the bar. “You’re welcome. Y’know you can thank me by talking w-with me. Maybe having a few drinks? I can buy you whatever y-you’d like.”

You look him in the eyes, “No thank you. I need to meet up with my friends. I do appreciate the drink though.” When you begin to turn away he grabs your wrist.

“That’s not the proper way to thank someone who just bought you a d-drink. You don’t think I’m h-handsome?” The man questions while still holding your wrist.

“Look I appreciate the gesture but-“ you begin stating but feel another presence behind you.

“Hey buddy she’s here with me, alright?” a deep and hoarse voice that booms over the music.

You turn to see Jean and he wraps his arm around your waist.

Jean towers over not only you but the man who has been bothering you since you stepped foot to the bar counter.

The man’s eyes widen at the sight of Jean, “M-my bad.” He turns and walks the opposite direction.

Jean keeps watching him as he makes his way through the crowd with his arm still around your waist. When he no longer sees the man he removes his arm.

You turn to face him, “Thanks Jean. You really didn’t have to-“

“Save it. I didn’t like how he was acting around you so I came over. Next time you want a drink please let me know so I can come with you or even just go buy you the drink myself,” Jean pleads.

You nod.

“C’mon let’s go find the others,” Jean says and takes a swig of the beer he is holding in his hand.

—

The night continued on and you did as you were told. Anytime you wanted another drink you told Jean and he’d either follow you to the bar or ask you what you wanted to drink. Always returning with a small cup of water for you to drink in between.

When you all had enough of the drinking you took an Uber back to your apartment.

Connie, Eren, and Armin crashed in the living room. They were sprawled out everywhere. You made sure to give them each 2 aspirins and a glass of water. You even gave them a slice of bread.

“This is the best thing ever. God, you’re the best,” Eren says as he stuffs his face with another slice of bread.

Within 10 minutes, Connie and Armin were asleep on the couch while Eren was on the floor.

After you change into your pajamas you walk into the living room and kitchen area to grab a glass of water for yourself. You see Jean trying to rest in the arm chair in the corner of the living room.

“You can come to my room if you can’t sleep,” you call out in a whisper.

Jean perks up and carefully maneuvers through the boys’ shoes and Eren on the ground. He almost trips over a jacket but catches himself.

You walk into your bedroom and let him in, closing the door behind you. You lay on your bed and watch as he stands awkwardly at your bedroom door, “You can come here you know.”

“I’m okay with the floor, you know. Don’t want to overstep anything,” Jean says.

“If I wasn’t okay with sharing a bed with you I wouldn’t have offered you to come to my room,” you respond with a giggle.

Jean nods and finally sits on the bed.

There was a looming silence for a long time. You sit up and sit cross cross on your bed, “Thank you for helping me earlier tonight. I appreciate it, Jean.”

Jean opens his eyes and gives a sleepy grin, “No problem. You know, I’m always gonna look out for you.”

The two of you stare at each other for what seems like eternity. You look at Jean’s lips and up to his eyes.

“Do you want to kiss me as much as I want to kiss you?” Jean asks.

You nod.

“Oh, thank god,” he replies and puts his hand behind your head and pulls you closer to him.

When your lips collide it feels like a million fireworks explode between the two of you. The way your lips move in sync and long for the other’s whenever you briefly break apart makes you feel like you’re floating.

You run your fingers through Jean’s ash brown locks. He quietly moans when you tug slightly at his hair.

Jean places a hand gently around your neck which causes a gasp to escape your lips. You feel Jean smirk in the kiss and break away. You are both gasping for air.

“It has been so unbelievably hard to contain myself around you. I was really hoping you felt the same about me ,” Jean says while placing a small kiss on your cheek and you giggle.

“It’ll always be you,” You respond and place a gentle kiss on his lips. And nothing felt more true in that moment than that statement.

It always has and will be Jean.

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[windwheeler-aster]

your bookworm 

summary: for as long as you’ve known your partner, they’ve shown a huge interest in reading. in an attempt to bond, as well as to expand your own knowledge, you suggest going book shopping together. delighted, they bring you to their favorite book store.

masterlist

pairings (separate): diluc, albedo, jean, zhongli, and lisa x reader

reader info: uses gender neutral pronouns (they/them), reader is in an established relationship, reader doesn’t read often/that much. and reader is not traveler

word count: 3,784 words

genre: Modern AU, romance, fluff

format: headcanons and blurbs

warnings: usage of death in exaggeration/common expression, coupley/lovey dovey dialogue, public displays of affection (PDA), zhongli worrying about money, and brief descriptions of buying/browsing erotica

a/n:  i’ve suggested no/little-lyric songs for background reading, to really stick to the theme. i hope you have a good time reading, folks💖(psst, if you like the songs linked here, i have a playlist on my spotify with similar music. it’s perfect for reading, studying, and writing. have a good day!!)

song recommendation: So This Is Love by Emile Pandolfi

diluc enjoys reading as a past time

he likes physical books better than their audio counterparts, mostly because he secretly enjoys the smell of a new book 

if there’s a novel/series that diluc really liked reading, he’ll go out of his way to buy the hardcover version of the book

also, all of his favorite books take up one section of his large shelf. he can be very selective with what he likes

he enjoys a mixture of non-fiction and fiction books. from his favorite celebrities’ memoirs to small collections of short poems or/and stories that have no deeper meaning

diluc says it’s only a hobby to make the time go by faster, but it has evolved into something much greater

like, if you two have nothing else to do that night, diluc will shyly ask if you want to read together before bed

it’s really just you laying on his shoulder/chest as he reads aloud one of his favorite books, slowly bringing both of you to sleep

so if you suggest to go book browsing/shopping for a date, diluc is so excited and happy 

he brings you to this big-name brand bookstore, mostly because they have all the newest best time sellers and a lot of his favorite authors

diluc doesn’t hold your hand, but holds the books you two are interested in and hovers by you instead

[more under the cut]

You knelt down to the floor, inspecting the books at the bottom shelf. One series stood out to you, admittedly because of the bright cover art. You grab one of the books, finding some difficulty pulling it out by its side. After some more effort, careful not to accidentally cut yourself on the fine paper, it was in your hands.

“That looks interesting,” Diluc murmured from above.

You stood. “Yeah, I’ve seen this book trending online recently.”

“Is it good?”

“Uh,” You flip the book over, trying to find an actual synopsis instead of the three word reviews, “I’ve heard good and bad things about it.”

Diluc grunted as an agreement. “From the cover, it looks like the main character is in a love triangle. Well, not a love triangle, but…y’know.”

“Yeah, it’s much different from other romances though,” You look on the inside sleeve for the synopsis. “At least, that’s what I’ve heard from some fans.”

The synopsis was basic, but gave you enough information to be interested. A boy has to choose between dating his best friend, a reliable and outgoing person, or the town’s local monster, an eight foot tall lizard person. Surprisingly, it is a very hard choice for this love struck boy. 

Diluc watched with a mixture of surprise and interest as you move on from the synopsis to the first chapter. He couldn’t help but notice the way your eyes shined and your lips quirked upwards as you read on. He looked around and saw one of the staff members busy helping a customer, their eyes glancing over to the two of you. 

Diluc would hate for you to get told off for just reading a little more into this book before buying it. He looked over to you and cleared his throat lightly, gaining your attention briefly. 

“My dear, if you’re really interested in it, you can always read it at home.”

“Oh, I am definitely buying this,” You say after closing the book. “The first page is enough to get me hooked.”

Diluc quirked his brows. “Is it really that interesting?”

“You’re going to have to read it to find out,” you handed the book to him with a smile. “We can read it together, if you’re really that curious. I know romance books aren’t really your favorite, but it might be fun.”

A smile slowly crept onto his soft lips. “I’d like that.”

“Great,” You looked around, making sure that no one was looking, and then kissed him. “Now, let’s get you some new books.”

Diluc’s free hand brushed against his own lips, a swooning expression on his face. Slowly, he nods after a moment passes.

“Right… right. I believe the memoirs are over here,” He breathes out, absentmindedly finding your hand with his own. “This way, dear.”

song recommendation: The Flower Garden by Joe Hisaishi

albedo is a fast reader, going through lengthy work documents at a pace that scares everyone nearby

however he doesn’t enjoy all the wordy research papers that wait on his desk

but you know what albedo does enjoy reading? fantasy!!!

he likes to get lost in books, especially when the worldbuilding is so much different from reality

albedo usually reads the long fantasy series. the ones that have an average of 800 pages per book, with 12 books in one series

however, due to the book’s length, albedo usually does a mix of listening to the audiobook version and reading his paper copy

it just works for him, okay? don’t judge him!!!

reading with albedo might not be the best idea, as he’s usually really far into a series or book and he’d hate to spoil it for you

but if you ask about albedo’s favorite character, he will certainty talk about them for hours 

he for sure has made fanart of some of his favs, but he mostly keeps them to himself

albedo will be so delighted if you ever suggest going book shopping with him! in fact, he’s already grabbing his to-read list and wallet

he would take you to a local bookstore, somewhere with a great reading atmosphere and affordable prices

albedo would have you trail around with him between the isles, elbows interlocked of course, whispering to you about the books he’s been dying to read

You leaned closer to Albedo, smirking as you tried to read over his shoulder. He was totally sucked into this book, carelessly flipping page after page as he loitered in the aisle. He didn’t even protest when you rested your chin on his shoulder. Albedo’s eyes only sparkled as he read on, making your heart flutter in the process. 

“Is it good?” you whispered, catching his attention finally, “you just seem to be really enjoying it, that’s all.”

“I really like it, actually. The author has a really refreshing writing style, and they’ve really caught my interest in just a few pages—” Albedo’s voice trailed off as he glanced to you. “Sorry, um, I just really like it so far. This book has been on my reading list for ages and…”

You placed the book onto Albedo’s stack, holding it very securely against your chest. “No, no, please, tell me more. I like it when you talk about your things you’re passionate about,” you shyly glance away from him, diverting your attention to the spines of some fantasy comic books. “It’s, um… it’s really cute, honestly.”

“The way you’re looking away is pretty cute too,”

“I’m not looking away!” you retort, crouching down to the comic books’ shelf, “I just got really interested in this comic book, that’s all.” 

Albedo crouched down with you, slowly looking away from your face and to the books. He watched you caress the book’s spine, moving your lips slightly and furrowing your brows. His lips twitched upwards when he saw you pull it out, intently reading the synopsis on the back.

“I’m pretty sure that’s called a graphic novel,” he whispered.

You hummed in response, too busy reading to give him a proper response. He frowned slightly and leaned over, now reading over your shoulder. 

The book’s art looked pretty, but Albedo’s jaw relaxed slightly as he read the synopsis too. This graphic novel told the story of the out casted sorceress, ignored and bullied since she first showed signs of magical powers. But after suffering alone for so long, the sorceress finally accepts her role as the “bad guy.” Everyone else has already, except for this annoyingly persistent witch who swears she sees the good in the sorceress. The witch is determined to make the sorceress realize this, going above and beyond to prove— Oh, you’ve already turned to the first page. Fun.

“This looks really good,” he whispered, his breath tickling the shell of your ear. 

You opened up to the first page, idly stroking the page with one finger as you marveled over the art. “Right? It’s so… so beautiful, I think I could stare at this all day.”

 “I distinctly remember you saying something similar to me the other day,” he snickered. “Don’t tell me that I’ve already been replaced by a book.”

You turned away from the book and gave a quick peck to his left cheek, laughing into his porcelain skin. “First of all, it’s a beautiful book,” you leaned further over and kissed his lips, “and second, I’d never replace you, dear. Nothing and no one in this world could ever replace you.”

“Really?”

“Yes, really,” you chuckle, pulling both him and yourself up off the floor, “now let’s get the rest of your books before we get yelled at for reading in a bookstore.”

“Aw, really? I was just losing the feeling in my knees and legs,” he groaned as he stood up fully, “now I gotta wake ‘em up again.”

“I love you,” you breathed out, intertwining your elbow with his, “but if we keep using this bookstore as our own library, I don’t think we’ll be allowed back.”

He smiled. “I know. And… I love you, too, by the way.”

“Good. Now, you said something about a book of short stories complied together... something we both could read?”

“Right, right, I believe we passed it in the horror section,” he turned the two of you around, carefully guiding you to follow him, “come on, dear, this way!”

song recommendation: Menuet by Toshifumi Hinata

despite reading work papers at lightening speed, jean is a pretty slow reader

she just really likes taking her time reading books, savouring each chapter that she finishes... don't judge her please

secretly a big fan of romance & mystery, both as separate genres and when they’re put together

jean reads more stand alone novels than series, honestly

it’s only because she likes seeing her favorite characters get their happy ending and character arc in only one book it’s also because she has little to no patience to read a series longer than 3 books

jean doesn’t really like audiobooks. there’s no really big reason why... she just doesn’t like them

but jean wears earbuds whenever she reads at home. it’s easier for her to concentrate with background noise she can control

her music is at a low volume though, so she’ll hear you if you need anything

if you ever offer to read aloud for her when she’s really tired, jean just absolutely melts

congratulations, you now have a very lovesick jean who would do anything for you while you read to her

jean will blush pretty hard if you make eye contact with her while reading some lovey dovey dialogue

if you ever suggest going book shopping with jean, she’ll be incredibly happy

she would take you to local bookstore with a great cafe nearby, ordering you two something to drink while you shopped together

Wordlessly, Jean handed over your to-go cup. She smiled once her eyes met your own, letting a quiet chuckle escape. In one swift action, Jean intertwines her fingers into your own. 

“Thank you so much for coming with me,” she murmurs, leading you further into the quaint bookshop. “I know that with our busy schedules it can make it quite difficult but… But I really do appreciate it.”

You took a sip of your drink, smiling into the cup’s opening. “No problem, sweet heart. Afterall, I’ve been dying to see the more bookish and nerdy side of you.”

“Oh, stop it you—” she said, her voice trailing off as Jean spots something interesting. “Oh, actually, hold onto that thought, honey.”

Jean drifted away from you, stopping in front of a table of best-selling romance books. Her fingers trailed over each cover, even if it was the elven couple or cyberpunk lovers. Jean gave each one a bored look, barely turning the books around to read the synopsis. Finally, you saw something that caught Jean’s eye.

You watched her reach down to a monochrome book, the two romantic leads posing suggestively on the cover. She inspected it for a moment, tilting her head and letting her ponytail fall onto her shoulder.

"Oh, she's pretty," you murmur, "not as pretty as you, though, sweetheart."

Jean tsked. “Oh, stop it you. You’re going to make me blush if you keep it up.”

“Isn’t that the point?”

She looked away from the cover, a light blush finding its way to her cheeks. Jean leaned into your side as she did so, trying her best to keep her adorable laughter to a low volume. You glanced around and saw some other customers and a staff member give her a curious look, which made you put a protective hand around her waist. Slowly pulling your eyes away from them, you looked back at your girlfriend with adoration. 

“What’s the book about?” you asked, taking a sip from your drink. “It looks really interesting.”

“I think it’s about this…” Jean flips the book over, squinting slightly to read the synopsis, “this time traveling and reincarnated couple? Like, every few years they find each other but then they lose each other. It’s their thirteenth time meeting each other now, and… and they’ve finally found a clue to why this keeps happening,” she pauses for a moment, exhaling heavily. “Pretty interesting, right?”

“This looks so good, oh my goodness,” you say, peering at the same synopsis she was looking at. “Sweetie, we have to get this.”

“Really? You… you don’t think it’s a little too much or…” Jean trailed off, eyeing the price tag.

“If we buy it, we can read it as many times as we want,” you reminded her, tracing a light circle into her waist.

Jean sucked on her bottom lip, freeing it once she made her decision. “Alright, as long as we get to read it together.” 

song recommendation: (forever?????????) by glass beach

whenever he can, zhongli reads

whether that be in between rides to and from work, while waiting for clients, or when he’s alone with some free time

he’s a big fan of angsty and deep stories, something with a huge twist at the end

zhongli reads an unhealthy amount of angst

his favorite tropes are probably one-sided love, something about that makes him feel so much

also when one of them dies, or both of them

zhongli doesn’t really cry whenever he reads, he mostly just sighs in sympathy for what the characters are going through

he doesn’t understand audio books really well, and it’s odd to hear someone who talks like him read it back

so he would much rather just read it on his own, thank you

although...zhongli is a sucker for you. so if you ever ask for him to read to you, it’s an almost always guaranteed

he genuinely smiles when he notices that he’s put you to sleep, pressing a sweet kiss onto your forehead

so, imagine the smile on zhongli’s face when you show him this bookstore you found

and when your offer to pay for them? there are literal hearts in his eyes as he guides you around

Zhongli handed you another book while his eyes scanned the spines of each book on this shelf. Before accepting the book, you stare at him for a moment. You quietly admire the way his brows furrow slightly, how his amber eyes narrowed as he read book titles. The way his gloved hands skimmed each book made you envious of the books. 

Eventually, you accepted the book and placed it on top of the others. Once you adjusted yourself, balancing the six books in your arms flawlessly, you looked back down to your lover. 

“You seem to be picking a lot of science fiction books today,” you commented, raising yourself on the ball of your heels, “that’s a little out of the ordinary for you, isn’t it?”

He hummed, pulling out another book. This one was slimmer than the others, with a blue flower encased in ice on the cover. Another soon to be Young Adult classic, you thought. 

“I think I picked out a few horrors too,” Zhongli responded. “I’m going to try and branch out in other genres.”

You tilted your head back up when he began to rise from the ground. “Y’know it’s nice to read some uplifting and happy stuff too, right?”

He shook his head, chuckling. “To you, perhaps, but I find satisfaction in even the saddest of—” Zhongli stopped himself from placing the book onto your pile, slowly sucking in a breath as he eyed it. “Oh, dear. I’m so sorry, I didn’t even think to limit myself—”

“It’s fine, Zhongli,” you assure him, adjusting your hands’ placement on the books, “really, I don’t mind.” 

“Dear, we can leave a few of these behind. Really, I don’t mind at all. I don’t want to empty your wallet over me—”

“Please don’t worry about it,” you say, “I like doing these types of things for you. It makes me happy to see you happy, darling.”

Zhongli hesitated for a moment. He looked at the books in your arms again, guilt weighing him down. He didn’t even look at the price tags, this outing was sure to put a dent into your savings. But then Zhongli looked at your eyes and those worries disappeared.

“I love you so much,” he breathed out suddenly.

You smiled at him. “Well, I love you too. Now, you want to go shopping some more or call it a day?”

“We can stop here,”

“You’re sure?” 

Zhongli inched closer to you and gave you a simple kiss on the cheek, not caring if someone spotted you two. “Positive.”

song recommendation: By Your Side. by Omori

lisa is a literally a librarian. she reads day and night, as though her life depends on it

you’d think she would be sick of reading, but lisa usually finds something interesting to pass the time

if you ask lisa, you’ll discover that’s she tediously working her way through all of the library books. yes, she is slowly going insane at the process

doesn’t listen to audio books because she doesn’t want her life to be totally overtaken with books

lisa for sure is a booktuber. no doubts about it.

she has a decent subscribers to viewers ratio, but lisa doesn’t care too much about the income it brings

it really is just a youtube channel where she can be passionate about some of her favorite authors and series

you have accidently become a beloved member of the channel, with hundreds of comments gushing about you

lisa makes sure to read each one to you, ignoring any of the odd hate comments of course

also exclusively reads books from the library, rarely ever buying books

until you suggest going to this quaint local secondhand bookstore, promising to treat her to any of the books she wanted

before you could say another word, lisa is excitedly asking you for the bookstore’s address and stuffing things into a spare tote bag

You and Lisa snuck through the aisle, despite the store being advertised as filming friendly. You lowered her go pro as you passed other customers, getting some filler footage of your shoes and the hem of Lisa’s skirt. Once you had successfully dodged them, offering them a polite “good afternoon” before walking onwards,you turned on the go pro.

“You wanna get some filler footage first?” you asked, eyeing the books to your right. “Something you can speak over when you edit?”

“Actually,” Lisa said, inching closer to you, “I’d really like to just spend some one on one time with you. Without the cameras.”

“Oh, yeah, I’d really like that too,” you stammer, quickly shutting off the go pro.

She giggled, placing the go pro into her bag. “You know, you’re pretty cute when you get flustered.”

“Lisa, I swear,” you trail off, trying your best to ignore the growing heat in your cheeks. “So, you said on the way here you wanted to find some… trashy erotica?”

“Oh my god, thank you so much for reminding me,” She grasped onto your wrist, pulling you along as she tried to navigate through the aisles. “I feel like we passed that aisle— Oh! Right there!”

Before you knew it, Lisa had pulled you into the aisle. Some of the books on the shelves had simple cover art, nothing really risque. But then they were placed right next to the extremely suggestive titles, with somehow even more suggestive covers. As Lisa fawned over each book, pulling you along eagerly, you suddenly found the floor to be much more interesting.

“Hm, it seems the owner put their donated romance books here too,” She murmured, gently pulling you over to another side of the shelf. “Oh, dear! Look at this, I think you’d really like it!”

Carefully, you peeled your eyes away from the floor and looked at Lisa. Then your eyes drifted away from her mischievous ones, finally settling on the book she held in her hand.

It was actually a pretty cute book. The cover art was bright and colorful, depicting two people working hard in a kitchen. You felt a smile grace your lips as you opened the book up, reading the small message scribbled into the book’s first pages. Then you turned to the first chapter, a little eager for a taste of what this book had in store.

“You’re not even going to read the synopsis?”  

You looked up from the book. “Wait, am I supposed to?”

“No, no, it’s alright,” Lisa reassured. “I was just so surprised that you started reading it immediately.”

“Well, of course!” You beamed. “You suggested it, and I just assumed that with all your reading history… you really did know what you were talking about.”

She smiled at you, her eyes crinkling at the very edges. She grabbed the edge of the book you held, lowering it away from your face. Lisa gave you a gentle kiss, smiling into it as your cheeks burned. When she pulled away, Lisa had the cockiest grin equipped. 

“You have no idea how much it means to hear that from you, my love,” she whispered. “Now, let’s go head over to the horror section before I just start sounding like a love interest in one of these books.”

thank you for reading 💖 all forms of interaction to my posts are appreciated 💖

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[levisjinchuriki]

im craving fluff tonight. can you write headcanons for how you think the aot men would kiss you? please include levi, jean and connie! <3

how they like to kiss 

eren jaeger, armin arlert, reiner braun, levi ackerman, jean kirschstein, connie springer 

                                         ✧:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

eren jaeger 

tends to furrow his brows as he kisses you 

likes to hold the back of your head

tilts his head to deepen the kiss before pulling away 

always leaves you wanting more

armin arlert

soft and innocent kisses

always smiles against your lips

likes to gently hold your cheeks in his hands

giggles when you kiss for a while because he gets shy

levi ackerman 

despises pda 

will only kiss you in private or if he’s leaving for a mission

his kisses are firm, but loving

he likes to hold your waist or your arms 

renier braun 

rough kisses!!!!!

you can feel his scruff against your skin

likes to wrap one arm around your waist while his free hand holds your cheek

usually turns into intense makeouts with you pinned against something

jean kirschstein

lots of pda

doesn’t care who’s looking, he will kiss you anywhere

wraps his arms around your shoulders as you tilt your head up since he’s so tall 

will sometimes tease you by tilting back so you can tiptoe to reach his lips

connie springer

loves to shower you in kisses

usually starts at your lips then trails to the rest of your face until you’re giggling and telling him to stop 

will sometimes lightly squish your cheeks together and kiss you like that

likes to reach down and squeeze your butt before you slap his hand away

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[tightjeansjavi]

So, while I was at the gym today I had came up with a toe curling smut idea for ‘blue jeans n’Texas dreams’ Joel and the reader haven’t even met yet, and I already know these two are gonna be wild together 🥵 I just had to share lol I’m not sorry

You and Joel take Ezra, and Whiskey out for a late afternoon hack in the back fields. You’re wearing the tightest pair of riding pants you own. They hug your curves perfectly and you have no idea just how much they are driving this man crazy. You innocently forgot to do your laundry last night and had nothing to wear to the barn besides these damn pants.

Joel nearly falls off Whiskey at one point because he is staring that hard at you. Doesn’t help that fact that you’re riding bareback and every time you rise and fall with Ezra’s natural gait, a little sliver of skin on your lower back is exposed to Joel’s wandering eyes.

When you get back to the stables, you and Joel untack Ezra and Whiskey, and give them a quick cool down with the hose. Your shirt is clinging tightly to your chest from the spray of water and sweat. Joel is nearly biting his fucking fist off at this point.

It’s only when you go into the tack room, and hang the bridles up on their hooks, that Joel finally has had enough.

He comes up behind you, grabbing a handful of your ass as he leans in and whispers against the shell of your ear, “absolutely sinful that you’re wearin’ these around me darlin’. I can’t fuckin’ breathe. Got my head fuckin spinnin’ and thought I was about to fuckin’ fall off Whiskey. You see what you’re doin’ to me sugar?”

Then he pulls you back against his chest his lips trailing down your neck and nipping at your tender, sensitive, flesh. He ends up bending you over a nearby saddle rack. Your senses are consumed with Joel, warm leather, and saddle soap.

I’m SCREAMING AT THIS I LITERALLY CANNOT WAIT—😵‍💫

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