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It’s nice and warm, a little sleepy despite his pounding heart. Jeremy knows his brain is slowing down. His only focus is Jean’s body, around and on top of him, so secure it’s dizzying. Jean smells like lavender deodorant and Jeremy’s sheets. They both rise and fall with every breath until it ends up synchronized. Whether Jean knows it or not, he occasionally clenches around Jeremy’s cock.
Eventually it gets hard for Jeremy to keep his eyes open; he lets them fall shut and dozes.
The reason they did this in the first place was so Jean had time to get used to it, to having a cock in him on his own accord in a safe setting. Jeremy will stay like this for however long Jean wants.
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AKA: A comfortable winter afternoon goes from experimentation to revelations surprisingly fast. Jeremy helps Jean find out what feels good.
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“You don’t have to be here for this,” Jeremy warns. “You can sit in the living room while I take care of him. It may take a few hours though, if you factor in knotting time.”
“I am deeply confused.”
“About what?”
Kevin stares. “You let Jean knot you?”
Jeremy frowns at him. “Yeah. Why wouldn’t I?”
“You’re an alpha.”
“So?”
“Isn’t it—Doesn’t that…feel weird?” Kevin stutters out. He stands near the door looking ready to bolt. Fiddling with his hands, he’s awkward in a way Jeremy hasn’t seen from him before.
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AKA: Jean’s first rut after bringing Kevin into their relationship. Jean’s respect for Jeremy does not translate to how he treats Kevin.
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- Part 2 of AFTG Omegaverse
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Jeremy slips both hands under the legs of Kevin’s underwear. He massages the junction between Kevin’s thighs and pelvis, thumbs rubbing the base of his cock. “Mhmm. Look in the mirror and tell me you have pretty eyes.”
“But—you didn’t say—“
“You’re right. Jean says you have long eyelashes, and he says you have a pretty green color, and he’s obviously right but you don’t believe him. Say it like you mean it, and even if you don’t, you’re going to look me in the face and act like you do. Maybe if I force you to do that enough times, you’ll start to understand,” Jeremy explains. Kevin looks completely mortified, blushing so hard it burns against Jeremy’s temple. The back of his neck glows pink, chest rising and dropping fast with his breaths.
They look at each other in the reflection, Jeremy giving an expectant brow raise.
“You’re mean,” Kevin says.
“I know.”
Kevin sighs.
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AKA: Jeremy notices Kevin treating himself like he’s expendable in their relationship, so he forces Kevin to acknowledge his own worth. And he makes Kevin wear Jean’s jersey. Just for fun.
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A collection of ficlets under 1k written for the challenge organised by @aftgprideprompts on Tumblr!
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“You don’t have to tell me what you like, but you do have to tell me what you don’t like. Agreed?” Jeremy asked.
Jean licked his lips, felt their residual wetness, and said, “Yes.”
“Thank fuck,” Jeremy muttered, and kissed him again.
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Jean Moreau is a knight of Evermore court. Jeremy Knox is not entirely what he seems.
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Jeremy no solo es el capitán de Kevin, también es su novio. Y mierda, Kevin hace mucho tiempo no está a solas con su novio.
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Jeremy Knox's Guide to Restlessness by maydayparty
Fandoms: All For The Game - Nora Sakavic
21 Jun 2025
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Jean feels the urge to bite his hand to still the shaking. A particularly rough game against Arizona’s Wildcats had left Jean with a broken wrist and bruised hips, and off the court for much too long for his comfort. Here he sits, on the Trojans bench, barely holding back the restlessness that crawls along his arms and legs. He has to hold back the urge to move, either by shaking his leg or simply pacing in the small space next to the side court benches.
“Jean? Are you there?” Brown eyes, like soil in a garden.
Jeremy is looking at him, a concerned pinch in his brows and a hand hovering out, as if he wants to put a comforting palm on Jean’s knee but can’t—won’t—close the distance until Jean says.
“Talk to me. Tell me what’s wrong,” Jeremy was still staring at Jean.
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“Hey, Kev…”
His stomach flipped at the way Kevin’s eyes widened, as though he’d been caught.
“Maybe I’m misreading the situation. Please don’t hate me if I am,”
He took a breath through his nose. For courage, or something like that.
“You can tell me off,”
He let one hand rest on Kevin’s knee.
“And we can pretend this never happened,”
Jeremy took another step, officially into Kevin’s space.
Kevin hadn’t pushed him away. Hadn’t even leaned back.
“But, I think you’re into me?”--
Just post-canon smut for your enjoyment.
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By the time they got into the building, up the stairs and through the doorway, the arms-length of distance between them felt like a black hole. Jean was the first to turn and face him in the narrow entrance way.
"You are ridiculous," he said, sounding pained all over again.
Jeremy couldn't help smiling at that. "For wanting to kiss you?"
He had a millisecond to think that might've been way too honest before Jean's palm hit the wall right beside his left ear.
Gray eyes stared Jeremy down as the backliner spoke. "I don't believe you, captain. You are hesitating."
"You know why."
"I don't."
"I won't be like them."
Jean made a small, frustrated sound like a growl. It felt like an eternity before he muttered, "I know," and leaned in.
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“You ready?” He asks.
Jean nods fiercely, white-knuckled grip next to the phone. “Yes.”
“Relax for me, gorgeous. Keep listening to your boyfriend.” Despite his nearly silent whimper, Jean visibly untenses. “There we go. Perfect. Kevin? Tell me how you’re touching yourself.”
Jeremy pushes until the head of his cock slips in. He thrusts deeper in small increments, letting Jean acclimate to the girth. His partner purrs, long and rumbling.
Kevin inhales. “I left my lube in my bunk, so I’ve been spitting into my hand and using that. I can’t even pretend it’s your hands—mine are too small to be Jean’s and too rough to be yours. Fuck, his hands. I want him to touch me everywhere; it doesn’t even have to be sexual. He has perfect racquet calluses. I’m—I’m stroking slower than usual because I want this to last. It’s so much better when you’re here.”
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AKA: Three men fail to go even a week without confessing their feelings or having soul-validating dirty talk after Kevin flies back home. Three vers/switches navigate how to maintain a relationship over the phone.
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- Part 3 of Triangular Prism
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Jeremy takes Jean to a dorm party, hooks up with someone else
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Jean needs what Jeremy has.
Blood.
They promise the exchange won’t go further than feeding. Some promises are difficult to keep.
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- Part 1 of vampires and werewolves and exy, oh my!
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“Kevin,” Jeremy whispers, “you want me, don’t you?”
After his goosebumps rise, Kevin nods.
“And you want to feel good, hm?” Jean adds into his temple.
Kevin swallows a lump in his throat. He nods. Jean releases his grip and runs a finger from Kevin’s collar to his chin. Meeting his partner’s gaze, Jeremy understands what it means: I am entrusting him to you.
“Will you let me help?” Jeremy asks with a lingering kiss to Kevin’s hairline. “Will you let Jean see? Let him sit back, and watch me take you apart?”
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AKA: Traumatized men throw themselves headfirst into a threesome—and use shockingly effective communication to make it all work out. Complete with: a dom, a sub, and a switch, helping your boyfriend fuck his first love, being called baby by your celebrity crush, and psychologically tormenting Kevin Day by being gentle with him.
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- Part 2 of Triangular Prism
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Onde Jean chega a loucura pela primeira vez com Jeremy.
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Jean asks and Jeremy is happy to oblige.
or alternatively, a few of their first times.
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Jeremy Knox and Jean Moreau have some firsts after a boring banquet.
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Jean pats his cheek. “Good dog.”
It was supposed to be a joke. Speak. Lay down. Stay. Jean had been giving commands the entire time, moving Jeremy exactly where he wanted while he figured out how to take them both apart.
Jeremy doesn’t laugh.
Jeremy trembles, irises wide and bright and euphoric. A high-pitched gasp rises from his throat—Jean would call it a cry if he had to put a name to it.
Jean can’t tell if it’s a good or bad noise.
Time seems to pause. A pit forms in his gut.
“Jeremy…” he says slowly. “What was that?”
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AKA: The trials and tribulations of Jean bottoming consensually for the first time. Complete with: trying to fist-fight your trauma, numerous naked conversations about deep psychological issues, responsibilities of being a dog owner, and calling your partner a good boy while he tops you.
(Edits made 25/4/25)
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- Part 2 of JereJean Firsts
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Jeremy’s teeth sank into the soft fruit again. He split the skin curiously, until its juices wept out of the puncture wound. Jean followed the drip of it, the way it caught on the plush of Jeremy’s wet bottom lip, followed the small bead seemingly suspended in slow motion, until it fell into the subtle dip in Jeremy’s chin.
[in which jean can't look at peaches the same after cmbyn, & jeremy is a tempting menace.]
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Onde Jeremy perde o controle no vestiário com a voz aveludada de Jean o chamando de capitão.
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bedside drawer where the spare things go by phantomcobie
Fandoms: All For The Game - Nora Sakavic
22 Feb 2025
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It comes up every now and again.
The toys.
The girls like to tease him about it. Just small, throwaway comments that Jean mostly ignores despite the flush they bring to his cheeks. Things like:
“Anything we should know about in your bottom drawer, Jean?”
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“A very unassuming, totally not suspicious, and super discreet package arrived for you today.”
In which Laila makes good on her promise to buy Jean a sex toy and Jeremy reaps the rewards.