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jeankirsteinsgrlfrnd · 4 days

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how would the girls feel about their so participating in no nut november

no nut november, according to your aot girlfriend!

18+ | MDNI | NSFW

(pretty tame but still, also ymir & historia are vague but written with female readers in mind, no i won’t change it and no i won’t apologize.)

mikasa thinks you’re idiotic for wanting to do something like this. not that she thinks you don’t have any self control, more or less she knows you don’t want to have any. she’s pretty blunt about the whole thing, telling you you’re going to fail. she puts money on it.

sasha mainly knows about nnn because of connie and his incessant blabbing. she wants you to ‘win.’ but per her rules, that rules out any act of sex. she can’t possibly be the reason you lose! its the ultimate mind game. you bust a nut or you don’t get close at all, there’s no in between.

annie, like mikasa, bets against you. she berates you and laughs at the idea but ultimately encourages you just so she can prove you wrong. there’s no way you’ll last the month. she’s just waiting to catch you slacking so she can shove it in your face.

historia’s got the wrong idea but she’s got the right spirit. she wants you to, like, ‘better’ yourself and practice self discipline but you can’t expect her to keep her hands to herself. she encourages you verbally about lasting the month but her actions are a direct contradiction. she’s a sweet teaser, nothing extreme, just enough to make your mind wander.

ymir takes it as a personal challenge when you announce your participation in nnn. it’s the ultimate opportunity for her, to get you off as many times as she can. she’s a wonderful girlfriend, always respecting you when you say no to her advances. but that never stops her from teasing you.

hange surprisingly has never heard of the challenge but she encourages you to take part in it if you want. she’s curious too, about how long you’ll last and what will make you cave in. she decides to join in on your challenge, determined to beat you even if she isn’t entirely clear on the rules.

pieck giggles at you and pokes fun at the ridiculous idea. she doesn’t believe in you, whatsoever. she doesn’t even have to worry about purposefully trying to make you lose, she knows your willpower is weak when it comes to her. so, she enjoys the ride and waits for you to beg her to help you out.

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jeankirsteinsgrlfrnd · 4 days

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hi!! i hope you're doing well :) I saw your recent post about your hiatus and I hope the break is treating you well!! just a reminder that you are loved on this corner of the internet <3

take all the time you need!! there's really no rush in finishing fics and requests and I hope you're feeling better/feel better soon :D

(also I hope it's okay if I sign off with a 🌻)

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thank u angel i love u 🫶🏻

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jeankirsteinsgrlfrnd · 7 days

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Pls do toxic ex headcanons

hello i’m still in hiatus technically but can you be more specific , do you mean the boys or girls? or both? or just certain characters ??

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jeankirsteinsgrlfrnd · 14 days

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That moment when the unrelated scenes you've been writing for two weeks both somehow connect (i have no idea how this happened)

#ok sorry i had to this was funny asf hiatus aside

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jeankirsteinsgrlfrnd · 14 days

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going to take a hiatus, i know i’ve sort of been on one. it’s just really stressful & i’m depressed. sorry 🤍 i will try to work on my fic but as far as requests go, i just need to step away. i love you all, i’ll still be on here, just probably won’t be posting new content for a few weeks.

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jeankirsteinsgrlfrnd · 17 days

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Have you done a piece yet for jean being jealous? If not you totally should. 😋

captain jaeger and jealous jean

pairing: jean kirstein x f!reader (x eren sort of, not really)

wc: 1.8k+

tw: alcohol, inebriation, fluff, cursing, eren’s a dickhead, a little heated at the end 🤏🏻

a/n: thank you for this request! i hope you like it! also not proofread

if you’d ask him, jean would define jealousy as the deafening sound of a pulse canceling out every other noise. he’d also say he doesn’t get jealous. was he competitive? sure, but that didn’t mean he was jealous.

athletic rivals with eren, those two were always butting heads about something, anything. jean was easy to rile up and eren was a relentless tease. eren found an extreme amount of joy in raising the other boy’s blood pressure. but no, jean wasn’t jealous of eren. he hated him and that idiotic man-bun of his. the way he’d blink a certain way and some easily fooled girl would slip him her number. the way things came naturally to him. it wasn’t jealous, he’d say, it’s hatred.

y/n wasn’t the jealous type, either. there were girls prettier than her and she knew that. nothing she could do about it, so she didn’t worry. besides, she didn’t want to be the type of person to make every other girl her competition. she felt like a plain jane and she was contempt with it, oddly enough. she attracted just enough attention to feel pretty every now and then.

so when eren jaeger, the gorgeous captain of the baseball team, chose to talk to her at his house party, she felt divine. she felt seen.

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typical pop music flooded the house, drowning out any sentences that would normally otherwise be coherent. eren jaeger’s living room was flooded with girls in tight clothes and boys who were just a little too sweaty. it was cramped, almost making you feel claustrophobic.

you’d never been to a party before. at least, not the one’s you’d seen on the television. the type where people were passed out in random spots, where the scent of booze lingered heavily, where there were people making out upstairs in the bedrooms. this party certainly exceeded your expectations, despite it still being early on the night.

you’re not quite sure why you’re here. your friend, mikasa, had invited you earlier on in the day. she said that eren had wanted you to come. and with her being his childhood best friend, you believed her. mikasa and you weren’t exactly besties or anything of the sorts, but she was more than an acquaintance.

there you were, standing in the middle of the most popular boy’s living room, dazed and alone. an overwhelming desire to become a wallflower strikes you. fighting the battle of a lifetime, you swat away your urge to be antisocial and head to the kitchen where the drinks are sure to be plenty.

the kitchen is only slightly less crowded than the previous room. a group of people are huddled around the kitchen island. fortunately, you identify mikasa by her jet black wolf cut.

“hey, mikasa.” you shout to upstage the music.

mikasa spins around, revealing a red solo cup in her right hand. ‘mik’ is written sloppily on it in black sharpie. her eyes, with no less than half a pound of eyeliner on them, skim you up and down. as you start to worry about your outfit choices, she smiles.

“y/n, you came,” she starts, “you look cute.” mikasa compliments as she wraps her arms around you.

there’s no chance for you to respond with an attempt of feigning your belonging because eren is breaking away from his spot at the counter. he stands at a crisp six foot one, towering over both mikasa and you. like everyone else at the party, eren is sporting a red cup, holding it by it’s brim. ‘captain’ is written messily on it, along with the number ‘17.’

a few pieces of his dark hair frame his face. wonderous green eyes that search yours. a chiseled jaw you imagine slicing your finger open on.

oh, just looking at him you could bleed.

“hey. what’re you drinking?” he asks, tilting his head down.

casual. his words are casual. like it isn’t your first time truly holding a conversation with him.

“anything, i don’t really…” you trail off as your eyes flicker between his.

this makes eren smile. he throws up one finger on his left hand, signaling you to allow him a moment to find something he finds suitable for you. he rummages through the fridge and pulls out a red wine cooler.

“this good?” he asks, raising it in the air.

“yes,” you yell back whilst nodding your head.

eren comes back as mikasa gives you a look. she tilts her head up and shakes it at her friend before leaning back onto the counter, rejoining her previous conversation.

he stands before you, extending the hand that holds your drink. just as you go to grab it, he raises it so that you can’t reach it. a smile is painted across his face, revealing bright white teeth.

you blush.

“you can have it,” he cocks his head to the side, “after you do a shot with me and my friends. i’ll even let you use it as a chaser.”

your brain has gone completely fuzzy. eren jaeger invited you to his party, gets a drink just for you, and is now peerpressuing you to indulge in bad decisions.

“okay,” you blink. “i can do that.”

he grins and to your surprise, he throws an arm over your shoulder. “thatta girl,” he says, just low enough for you to hear.

eren weasels you two between sasha and mikasa, the ponytailed girl at your side. she pays no mind to your intrusion and instead offers a smile.

“listen, you delinquents,” eren interrupts them. “we are going to do a shot in honor of my pending status of captain.”

“you are so arrogant, jaeger,” a man scoffs.

across the counter, a messy dirty blonde mullet sits on top of a beautiful, angry face. his forearms rest on the granite as his body leans forward, eyes set directly on the man with his arm around your shoulder.

“oh, jean,” eren coos. “you can’t always get what you want.”

grabbing the malibu bottle by it’s neck, jean laughs. “you haven’t gotten anything yet,” his hazel flickers briefly to yours. “we won’t know until tomorrow.”

the way he talks makes a pit form in your stomach. you’re a smart girl, you know what they’re alluding to. it’s you.

“i guess you’re right. but i’m pretty much guaranteed to score,” eren tightens the bun on the back of his head.

“here,” jean slids you a shot glass. it reeks of coconut.

“you don’t have to take it if you don’t want to,” sasha says. “they’re a bunch of dorks.”

“no, it’s fine,” you shake your head as your fingers wrap around the clear glass. the liquid inside is taunting you.

“eren just wants to get you drunk,” jean says nonchalantly just as the cold glass touches your bottom lip.

“i know,” you respond.

it burns. coconut flavor isn’t strong enough to mask the burning left on your tongue. you can feel it light your esophagus on fire as it travels down, settling in the depths of your stomach.

“i’m going to kill you, kirstein.” eren’s voice raises a few notches as he drops his arms from your shoulder.

jean just laughs. he’s not laughing at eren though, he’s laughing at you.

“what’s so fucking funny?” eren hisses.

“she’s too smart for you,” jean shrugs his shoulders.

“are you too smart for me, (y/n)?” eren asks teasingly, looking down at you.

“i just think that you can’t always get what you want.” you blink your eyes lashes at him a few times before grabbing your bottle out of his hands. he looks dumbfounded as you head towards the living room, leaving him with the sounds of sasha and jean laughing at him.

your feelings are hurt, there’s no denying that. you had felt special and now you know you were just going to be a notch on his belt.

after a few drinks, you find yourself back in the kitchen. this time, there’s no crowd of people in here. just half-filled cups and bottles. faint sounds of terrible karaoke are heard.

you’re standing in front of the faucet, staring out the window, watching people do keg stands. eren’s out there egging them on.

“don’t make me take back what i said.”

“about eren?” you ask, turning around to see jean. he’s drunker, too.

he walks around the island, eventually leaning his back against it as he positions himself in front of you.

“about being too smart. you’re still thinking about him, aren’t you?”

“no,” you sigh. “how did you know he just wanted to fuck me?”

“because that selfish prick can’t let me have anything for myself,” he growls. his grip on his cup tightens. it slightly indents under his pressure. “he just wanted to piss me off. i should fucking kill him.”

“what are you talking about?”

“c’mon,” he sets his cup down. jean pushes himself off the counter and leaves mere inches between the two of you. his forehead is hovering above yours. the warmth of his breath makes the hairs on your neck stand up.

“jean,” you whisper. you’ve never been so still in your life. afraid whatever this is might die, you hold your breath.

“you’re smart, (y/n), too damn smart,” he purrs. “use that brain of yours.”

the vibration in his dialect makes your heart race.

“i don’t understand why you keep calling me that,” your lips part.

jean’s fingers find yours. his brush gently along them, leaving a wake of goosebumps. “you knew what eren wanted but you still chose to get drunk. you got drunk and didn’t sleep with him, just to piss him off. i’m starting to think i might be a part of that plan. you want to make him jealous?”

you swallow the lump in your throat. chest heaving with butterflies, you nod.

“good,” jean replies. the space between your foreheads close. his skin is burning hot, warming your entire body. “because he was making me so fucking jealous,” he draws a finger along your jaw and stops at your chin, “dirty fucker had his hands on you.”

“jean,” it’s the only word you can speak. everything else is forgotten.

“i’ve wanted you for so long. do you know what that’s like?” he waits for you to shake your head before he continues, “maddening. and eren knew all about it.”

“why didn’t you say anything?”

“just wanted it to be perfect,” he whispers, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. “and now it is, hmm? i get to piss him off by doing this.”

jean’s thumb and pointer finger center your chin as he draws in closer to you. without hesitation, your lips open slightly as his meet yours. they’re softer than you expected. it’s electric. warm hands snake around your waist, pulling you away from the counter. your brain is scrambled, all parts of you lost in jean.

he pulls back for a second, rubbing a thumb along your side. “can’t believe i let jaeger work me up this much,” he kisses your right cheek. “never been this fuckin’ jealous,” he kisses your left cheek.

“i can’t believe you’re jealous…because of me.”

“especially because of you.”

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jeankirsteinsgrlfrnd · 18 days

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List 5 things that make you happy, then put this in the askbox for the last ten people who reblogged something from you! Get to know your mutuals & followers!! <3

hmmm, jalapeño bagels, story-based video games, my cat, queer music, & fruit smoothies

ty <3 xoxo

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jeankirsteinsgrlfrnd · 19 days

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sorry i’ve been dead but i have a jealous jean story coming up in the next few days hopefully :)

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jeankirsteinsgrlfrnd · 22 days

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these stats 🥺 5k on the four month anniversary of the first chapter! thank you guys, i love you and so does jean!!

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jeankirsteinsgrlfrnd · 23 days

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When You Wish Upon a Star

Levi X Reader

WARNINGS: post war, major character death, angst, longing

Word Count: 1k

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“Levi, when I die I’m going to become a star. So if I die before you I want you to look up at the sky every night and find me, and just tell me how you’re doing.”

Levi furrowed his brow. He looked over at where you were sitting in the plane to find you looking longingly out the window.

“What? You’re not dying.”

You laughed, turning your attention to him. “I’m just saying. You never know what’ll happen.”

Levi is silent. You’re right, he doesn’t know what’ll happen, but he knows that you’ll try your damn best to live. Even if nothing is waiting for you, even if the entire world is against you, you’ll survive.

“Mr. Levi, why are you always so grumpy looking?”

He set the now empty box of candy to the side, looking down at the group of children that had gathered and sat around him. He wasn’t sure why they always came to him, but he didn’t mind it.

“Yeah. You always have this face like”—one child contorts her face into an exaggerated frown—“like that.”

“Is it because you’re lonely?”

That was a stab to his heart. He spent most of his day giving these kids candy. Sometimes Gabi or Falco or whoever would come and wheel him someplace else, so he wasn’t really alone.

But sometimes at night, when he’s struggling to lower himself into the bathtub, he wishes someone were there. Sometimes, when he’s pushing himself around in the morning to make breakfast, he wishes someone would kiss his cheek or tell him, “Good morning.” Sometimes when he watches the kids that sit around him bicker and argue and play with each other, he wishes that he had a little brat of his own.

What he really wishes, is that you were there with him.

“Mr. Levi isn’t lonely! He has his cousin, remember? Or those other people that come and talk to him sometimes.”

“Yeah, but they don’t count. I mean like a girl. Are you married, Mr. Levi?”

“No, I’m not married.” He wishes he was. He wishes he could have convinced you to stay so you could be the one he married, but he couldn’t. He had frozen up and watched you go.

“Do you have a girlfriend?”

“No.”

“Why not?”

Levi thinks back to what you said to him on that flying ship, back before so many people had to die.

“She’s a star.”

They start snickering, holding their hands tightly over their mouths attempting to muffle them. As children do, they over exaggerate their reaction, falling on their sides as they giggle.

“You can’t date a star! They’re all the way up in the sky so you can’t date one.”

Levi cracks a small smile and doesn’t say anything. As much as they remind him that he can’t be with a star, that he’ll never get the chance to tell you how he really feels, he doesn’t mind because these kids are laughing. They’re smiling so big Levi can see all of their teeth and he thinks that there’s nothing he’d rather be doing.

When he goes home later that day, he asks Gabi to leave him out on the porch for a bit. She complies and Levi tells her to go inside and read a book until he’s ready. He stares out as the sun sets before him thinking about the last time he was able to touch you.

“Hange, if we both go we can stall for longer,” you said. You were already ready, your ODM gear strapped to your hips and legs with thunder spears in yours hands.

“Y/n, you’re being stupid. That won’t-“

“She’s right.” Hange’s voice was soft. Levi could tell they didn’t want you to go either, but they were desperate and needed all the time they could get. “We don’t know how long it’ll take to start the air ship up.”

Levi had blocked the rest from his memory. He’s not sure why, those were the last moments he had with the two of you, after all. He wanted to remember every little detail.

While Hange was appointing Armin as the fifteenth commander, you kept Levi wrapped in your arms. You were taller than him, so his head was tucked into your shoulder as you told him over and over again you loved him.

Tears streamed down your face. You sobbed and ran your hands through his hair and told him the same words over and over again.

He took you in, squeezing you in his arms so hard you were breathless. He tried committing your smell to memory and found himself wishing your hair wasn’t pulled back so he could take in the scent of flowers it always had.

Now you smelled like sweat and dirt. He hated it, but he couldn’t let himself hate it as much as he did because it was you. Part of him wishes you had chosen different paths, ones that didn’t end up here.

He cried, too, but your shirt had absorbed the tears before you pulled away and cupped his face in your hands.

You looked into his eyes, the prettiest steel gray you’ve ever seen and always overflowing with emotion. A soft smile stretched across your face despite the circumstances, and you leaned forward and softly kissed his lips.

“Don’t forget to tell me how you are, okay?” Your voice cracked on the last word, but you refused to cry again. “Every day. I want to hear everything.”

You kissed him once more before pulling away and letting Hange say bye.

And he just stood there when you finally zipped off. He was frozen until Mikasa grabbed him by the shoulder and brought him back to reality.

He remembers wishing it was night while they were in the sky just so he could talk to you again.

But now that the sun had gone down and the moon was hanging in the air, Levi looks up at the sky and finds the brightest star.

And he starts talking.

i got this idea because i watched the princess and the frog and i love ray and evangeline so much (it's a firefly and a star, i know, i'm sorry) and this came to me in a vision and i just needed to write it but i hope y'all enjoyed <3

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jeankirsteinsgrlfrnd · 23 days

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Thank you so much for answering my request from a while ago! I really love your work and appreciate it. I have another request if you don’t mind and I was hoping if you could do the AOT guy’s’ reaction to Y/N telling them that she wants to drive instead of them driving. Hope this isn’t too hard and sorry if I bothered you with this request! Keep up the good work! 🇳🇬➕🌲🟰🇳🇫

a/n: thankkkk youuu! it’s never a bother

eren loves when his girlfriend drives. he won’t tell you no because he likes to be passenger princess especially because that means you won’t be a backseat driver. now, it’s his turn to irritate you about the way you drive.

armin prefers to drive but he can never tell you no. so, he hesitantly agrees while you make him worry about the way you drive. he’s really easy to stress out. bless that baby’s soul.

jean thinks it’s hot when you drive. he’s also the one who taught you how. however, he very rarely says yes to letting you drive because he wants to drive you around. that’s his job.

connie 100% says yes when you ask to drive. he likes to stick his head out the window and be an inconvenience to anyone walking. this way, you don’t have to worry about him snacking and driving.

reiner says no. mainly because he doesn’t want you driving his truck. you put up a fight and he eventually gives in. he looks TERRIFIED the entire time you’re driving. mans is sweating.

bertholdt and you go half and half on who drives so it’s no big deal when you ask. he likes looking out the window and looking at you, two things he shouldn’t do when he’s driving.

levi tells you no but he knows that you won’t take that for an answer. so when it’s time to leave, he hides your keys and insists there’s no time to look for them. you haven’t caught on yet but man, it’s really annoying.

erwin says yes because he likes the way you look in the driver seat of his car. it makes you look cute and tiny. he doesn’t get to see you in this light that often so he always obliges when you tell him you want to drive. he thinks your road rage is funny.

zeke thinks you drive like a maniac so it’s a hard no. “no ifs, ands, or buts, i’m driving.” he ignores you and any pleas you might have. but he feels bad so he lets you drive on the way back.

porco says, “sure, babe. go ahead.” he gets road rage for you. he is not meant to be a passenger princess! he flips people off when they cut in front of you or just in general drive like a dickhead. he defends all of your actions, even when you run over curbs. “hell yeah, babe, you don’t need no fucking curb!!”

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jeankirsteinsgrlfrnd · 23 days

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“𝐘𝐨𝐮’𝐫𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐢𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲“

character; 𝐊. 𝐉𝐞𝐚𝐧

cw; he finds you talking bad about yourself and corrects it immediately, you have to know he loves you no matter what you look like (f!reader)

tags; nsfw, overstimulation, mirror sex, praise, squirting

a/n; eren and the jjk lot are being tended to right this moment heres something to make up for the wait

he has positioned in front of the mirror at the edge of the bed as he fucks up into you at a punishing pace, one hand on your hip and the other wrapped around your neck to keep you up right.

“how many times so I have to tell you baby?”

he made you cum twice already, once on his fingers then with his tongue but he didn’t care if you were still sensitive he didn’t think that it was enough and he hasn’t cum either both of your suffering to different problems, saying he will cum when the message is drilled into your head.

“you” thrust “are” thrust “fucking” thrust “perfect, and we can go at it all night until you understand that princess”

every thrust felt harder than the rest, your tits bouncing due to the force of his thrust. by now you’re sure your face is a mess hardly beautiful as he says you are but you cant tell as your eyes are closed which doesn’t go unnoticed by him.

“open your eyes or I stop and you won’t get to cum tonight”

that gets your attention and your eyes snap up to meet his piercing stare in the mirror. his hand holding your face still so that you cant look away as your tits bounce with every thrust of his hips. you look away from him and look at yourself in the mirror seeing your sorry state.

mascara streaked down your face. mouth hanging open saliva spilling out. brows pinched together in pleasure eyes barely able to be kept open only because of his threat of stopping, he said you could cum as many times as want because ‘only pretty girls get to cum’ he had said and you’re starting to believe him as you reach your third orgasm of the night.

“you feel pretty yet baby or do you still need reminding?”

he fucks you through your orgasm slowing down a little as you let out broken babbles of “yes f-fuck” and “‘m pretty, so pretty for you, please stop” and he can tell you mean it this time. “that’s right baby, my pretty girl” he turns your head to the side capturing you lips in a sloppy kiss.

you think it’s over when he hastily pulls out letting out a brief sigh of relief think that he’s finished with you until he picks you up and laya you on your back, quickly lining himself up with your soaked pussy plunging his cock into you again without a moment’s notice. “you can give me one more cant you?”

the grin on his bis face is near devious as he drives his hips into yours, bending your legs forward almost folding you in half. “pleaseplease. can’t—can’t take anymore, can’t- fuckk. no more” ignoring your pleas he continues his onslaught, letting go of one leg to stimulate you clit causing your eyes to nearly roll back in your head and you mouth hanging agape.

“fuck- look at how beautiful you look when you take my cock like this”

it’s not long before you feel an unfamiliar sensation building up inside you core, letting out a long jumbled string of “i’mgonnacumi'mgonnacum! please-oh, shit, right there! ohgodohgod, i'm cumming, i'm cumming!” though even without you saying anything he could feel that way your walls start spasming around him. however, both of you are surprised when your juices start squirting all over him.

needless to say you squirting around him sends him right over the edge letting a line of curses as begins to pump you full of his cum, fucking it deep into you as you twitch as shake still felling the after effects of your orgams. tears fall from your eyes and he uses the pas of his thumb to wipe them away, leaning down to kiss you again “prettiest pussy belongs to the prettiest girl”

he waits a few seconds before slowing pulling out wincing while you hiss due to being overstimulated. “I know baby, sorry. just give me a second” when he’s fully out he makes sure to kiss you before quickly leaving to set a bath and get a warm cloth to wipe you down, peppering your face in kisses as does. carefully picking you up he carries you to the bathroom and slips you init the bath sliding behind you massaging your sensitive skin.

you slowly fall into a comfortable slumber as he takes care of you knowing that he’ll take care of you, listening as he praises you endlessly telling you how perfect you were as he cleans you out and washes you off. it’s not long before your tucked into bed next to him, wearing a pair of underwear and one of his shirts while he aimlessly scrolls on his phone

𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

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