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stxrslut ¡ 1 month
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guys I love babydaddy!rafe so here’s a thought for you…
calling him in the middle of the night, crying because you’re so tired and you can’t get comfortable and everything is hurting. he’s up in an instant, holding his phone in the crease of his neck as he pulls on his clothes, simultaneously trying to soothe you, “okay- okay I’m on my way kid, stop cryin’.”
him turning up at your door in a pair of sweatpants and a hoodie, rubbing at his eyes that are red from sleep. you just throw yourself right at him, clinging to his big frame.
he murmurs and brings a hand round to rub your back “you’re fine.” he chastises, but he doesn’t linger on it because he knows that you really are in a lot of discomfort. “you wanna let me in?”
you nod and take his hand, moving to sit on one of the kitchen stools while he begins to rummage in your cupboards, as has become nearly routine for you both.
“what’s goin’ on this time? you nauseous again?” he asks as he fills you a glass of water and brings it over to you, cupping the back of your head so as to help you drink some.
you nod to his question when you’re finished, “yeah… n’my legs are hurtin’ real bad.” a small pout is set on your lips as you speak. he nods and takes the hairtie off his wrist to pull your locks back and out of your face.
“and you’re feeling too hot right?” he questions, already knowing the answer by the sweat that’s sheened across your forehead. you just groan and lean into him. his lips are pursed in thought as he strokes your back absentmindedly.
“okay… think you can keep some food down?” he looks down at you, his hand on your back stilling for a moment as he waits for your answer.
“don’t think so… m’stomach is turnin’” you inform him and he nods, jaw ticking slightly, purely with frustration at the situation. you know he hates it when he can’t fix a problem.
“right, that’s fine.” he brings his hand from your back to rest on your growing bump. “little girl really isn’t givin’ you a break huh..” he chuckles quietly.
you giggle a little too “can tell she’s gonna be a handful when she’s born.”
“yeah,” Rafe laughs, “just like her mama…”
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cheruib ¡ 8 months
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unwrapped • r. braun
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surprising your husband on his birthday turns out to be much more than you’d expect.
content warning and themes: p!rn without plot, hard dom!reiner, (retired football player rei) black!fem reader, (plus size descriptors) extremely rough sex, bondage, reader wearing butt p!ug, anal play, spit kink, throat training, heavy degradation (calls reader bitch, slut, whore), squirting, daddy kink, hair pulling, pet names, (mama, poundcake, pretty girl, papa, sweet girl), gagging, pet play, breeding kink go brr, heavy overstimulation, slapping, y’all might need a sedative after reading this.
📝: I would apologize for how filthy this is going to be but I shall not. I started this last year for Rei’s birthday but I put it off but now I’m doubling back. So happiest of birthdays to my handsome baby father. The only Leo man I’d ever give a chance.
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"So this is all for me, huh? Wow..."
it was the exact reaction that you would expect from your husband of four years..shocked, surprised and completely taken aback by your rather unique gift. For a better lack of terms. You knew him better than anyone and although he appeared intimated or not too intrigued by the sight before him, you knew his mind was churning; ablaze with extremely salacious thoughts and desires at the moment. August first..a day that he’d normally let pass without so much as a single bit of acknowledgement but tonight, you had plans to make your man’s day extra special.
Reiner Braun, although wealthy and having amassed millions as a football star during his days as a quarterback, as well as with his many business ventures nowadays, was a man of simplicity. He preferred things to be quiet, peaceful..without too much flare. Rather than lavish parties and big events, he was out working hard, assuring that his business was functioning well, even on his special day so you decided to stay at home, 'tending to other affairs'. Used to your antics, he didn’t question it too much but while he was away, you were putting together one hell of a present..one he'd soon never forget. Standing in the doorway of the foyer, a few inches taller from the Giuseppe heels on your feet and the coat that had been covering the grandiose bombshell had fallen to the floor..allowing that khaki trench coat to pool at your ankles, you’d be revealed to be sporting sexy red lingerie, akin to that of a glazed candy apple on your smooth, brown complexion. Thick thighs and ass stretching against the thin lace fabric and mere seconds from bursting out. All the more reason to rip it off! However, that wasn’t all in store..tiny nipple clamps latched on to your perky breasts, a collar laced around your throat and decorated with a heart charm. Along with a paddle sitting on the mantle.
Little did he know, more awaited him in the bedroom..that was if he exercised the restraint to not ravage you right here!
His face was flush but burning beet red and his chest was heaving pretty fast but he had to maintain his composure. “I—uh..I don’t know what to say..”
although the two of you made love many times a week, and it was a far cry from vanilla..this by far took the cake! All of this was a sudden change. You just looked so..submissive and innocent. As if you were begging to be wrecked! "Well don't just stand there and look at me, come get your present.." the words garnering a big smile from his handsome face..mumbling something underneath his breath as he stepped forward and extended his arms out to grab ahold of you. Towering above your shorter yet thicker frame, examining you..big strong hands groping your body as he sucked his teeth profusely.
"Happy birthday, papa. What do you think?"
honestly, it was hard for him to think at all right now! Seeing you so dressed up in such slutty and salacious attire, all for him. "..I think..I’m the luckiest man alive.” Garnering a slight chuckle from you both. Cupping your face between his hands, Reiner leaned down to give you a deep, searing kiss. One indicative of how hot his desire and lust for you were burning right now. But alas, there was one more stipulation to his gift..you had but only one request for your husband: "You know how you've been saying you wanted to try all of those things you saw in those videos?..well, here's your chance. I want you to treat me like your little whore tonight..do whatever you want to me."
reaching behind your back, you’d hand him the final piece of this rather interesting ensemble and that was a leash! Red, covered in latex and what he’d be using to maneuver you around at his leisure. Something he’d probably never have suggested on his lonesome. You see, Reiner was an incredibly bashful man..despite his outwardly appearance and intimidating presence, he became flustered quite quickly. You honestly thought it was the most adorable thing you had ever seen. As you had done several times prior in the past, one night, the two of you were lying in bed, looking at some rather explicit videos..hoping to spice things up in the bedroom. As you’d come to discover, masturbating together became one of your favorite activities as of late. There was something about holding hands with your man as he guided you through your orgasm that made it ten times better.
However, there was one scene in particular that not only resonated with your beloved Reiner but stuck with him. As if the scene were permanently implanted in his memory. The woman, resembling your exact body type and look; a cute little lady..brown skin, thick with a little pudgy tummy, thighs that rubbed together and an ass that clapped with each movement, sporting an apron with nothing underneath as she ‘cleaned’ the house, waiting for the arrival of her doting husband. She had baked him a cake, which she’d then go on to allow him to lick off of her backside. You could visibly see his cock twitching at the sight of her. Not because he was more attracted but because she resembled you. It was only when the man arrived home, resembling Rei’s build and stature, along with his hair color did things get even more interesting. He’d then proceed to strip down, place the tie around her neck before ushering her to her knees and fucking her face. They’d wind up going rounds in that house..from the kitchen to the tall staircase to her riding him on the floor with her heels on. It was so filthy and disgusting and he couldn't stop thinking about it! Witnessing her be pounded, seeing her cry from the pleasure and get overstimulated until she couldn't spill another drop.
That night, he came so hard; twice in fact from that video alone, spilling warm, seeping nut all over his fingers..loud, lewd groans filling the room and it was then that your wheels began to churn. Reiner would never admit it, out of fear of rejection or even scaring or hurting you but he was into hardcore sex..dominating, controlling and even breaking his precious (y/n) had come across his mind constantly. Pumping you full of dick while you all but tried to push him back, pulling on your hair and neck as you begged for more, and especially being called daddy and sir..he had craved it. Practically salivating at the thought!
But now, there was no need to be afraid because you were all but throwing out the proposition. It was up to him to take it. Bringing his fingertips to your chained nipples, he'd rub them gently, garnering an adorable smile and lip biting from you.
"..whatever I want, right? Huh.."
"That's right…treat me however you want. Don’t hold back.” With that confirmation, he didn't want to waste another second unwrapping his present. Fixated on your supple breasts, Reiner groped them in his palms before shoving that tongue between your plump, red painted lips. He was completely enamored with your body and it was certain now that you wouldn't have any issue getting him to loosen up. Eventually, he'd end up shuffling you over to a nearby wall where he caressed and squeezed every inch of that perfect frame… faint moans escaping his throat whilst he continued feeding you those soft kisses. In a split second, you’d brought your hands up to undo his shirt and pants but he was quick to push them away, giving you strict instructions to place them by your side. "Don't fucking move...just let me handle it." You had never heard him speak with such a sharp, commanding tone. All but hissing the orders at you. It was so fucking sexy! So you’d do exactly that, and stood still as he moved those lips down to your neck, collarbone and eventually those perky nipples that had become his point of hyperfixation at the moment.
"Mmm...how cute.."
Intermittently flicking those clamps and chains to watch you tense up. Squeezing your thighs together, (y/n) released a very audible moan in response. Even shutting your eyes in hopes to feign off the sensation but it was of no use. It felt too good! But alas, he was merely getting started and soon, you’d come to find out just what this man was capable of when given free reign. Taking those callus fingertips, Reiner traced them even further south..finally leaving your tits, he’d make a trail down the center of your tummy; just lightly grazing the skin until he reached the elastic waistline of your panties. To which he’d make haste in shoving those digits in. Outlining the thin, lace material before sinking them inside of your warm heat. Eliciting a cry from you that in turn, made his cock thump behind the confines of those designer slacks. You’d even absentmindedly begin to rut yourself on those fingerpads.."Tell me, angel..is this really what you want? Because I don't plan on taking it easy..just so you know." You were full and well aware of that fact. Even so, you wanted him to use you to his full desire. Release every single debaucherous thought that plagued his mind onto you and let it out. Once he finished, you wanted to be broken..mind, body and spirit.
“I told you, baby..I'm your slut, do whatever you want to me. I can take it..promise.”
Hell, if anything, you just wanted him to stop all of this teasing and fuck you senseless already! Without another moment of hesitation, Reiner smirked and shoved two digits deep within that tight, quivering entrance and made certain you impaled yourself on them. Granted, this was nothing more than a mere warm up for the pounding that little pussy was about to take after all! Working them in and out, he'd make certain your head remained positioned straight forward, as he didn’t want those beautiful, brown eyes shifting anywhere except on him. Only seconds in, you had soaked his hand down to the wrist..letting those juices leak down to the Tom Ford button up and matching cuff links. You were already coming undone so he could only imagine what the remainder of the night would entail.
"Well, poundcake. Don't say I didn't give you fair warning..” mumbling into a low growl that seeped to your ears. “Because I plan on going all night..breaking this slutty little body for everything it has. That sweet cum, those pretty little moans and everything else I fucking want. My little whore, you said? From now on..you don't move, speak or breathe without my permission, understood?" This new side of him had you going crazy! Frothing all over the seat of those panties and whimpering for him like a helpless puppy. Finally, his fingering would come to an abrupt halt which left your needy cunt spasming on thin air. Once he removed them, he'd bring them up, only to shove them into your mouth roughly. “Lick them clean. Taste yourself and don’t leave a single drop.” The force of his thrashing around between your jaws causes you to emit a slight gag when he takes them to the back of your throat.
"And you answer me with only daddy or sir, got it?"
you weren’t exactly sure what was coming but all you could know for certain was that you had seemingly awoken one hell of a monster! Had you truly bitten off more than you could chew?
"Yes, daddy..."
those round doe eyes fixated on him with such an innocent glare. It was then that you’d find yourself gasping sharply as he clenched your jaw. A faint smile cracking through his lips..almost devious in a way. But just as quickly, he’d place a couple kisses atop your forehead and a few pats to your chubby cheek. "Good girl..now let's get these off." In a sudden swift movement, he'd rip that latex lingerie from your body as if it were constructed of nothing more than sheets of paper. Each article and layer falling to the flooring and pooling around you guys’ feet. Leaving you only with the corset piece, fishnets and leash around your neck. And of course those tall, clear heels. Next were his own and without so much as single care for the cost, Reiner tore the button down from his skin. Revealing those chiseled abs, all while unbuckling his pants in the process. That bulge in them had grown excessively large and honestly, he had no more restraint to tease you. He wanted some action himself! So once he freed that hard dick from its confines and bridged the gap between your bodies, he’d hoist your legs within his grasp and place your back against the wall for quick leverage, as to execute his next move. “This is gonna be fun..”
Seconds later, he was instructing you to wrap your arms around his neck for support and them around his waist. Even though he was more than culpable of supporting you with his own strength. Parting those legs, he’d expose your dripping slit and freshly waxed, fat pussy to the cool air; aligning himself with your soaking slit.
"Ooh..baby, what am I going to do with you?..."
That voice dropped to a low growl as he teased that sensitive tip against your folds. Drumming up more of that silky slick that was drooling out of that cunt. Slowly but surely, he'd ease it inside and stuff you full of that dick. The initial sensation makes you both writhe in pleasure. Before your moans could even fully escape your mouth, he'd meet them with his own and resume those deep kisses. Swarming the inside of your jaws with sloppy pecks and an exchange of saliva..even spitting into it to further lubricate. Whereas he'd be whimpering into the crook of your neck, moaning your name as a sign of pure submission, this was a whole other side to Reiner. One you had never seen but wish had awoken sooner.
"Fuck!..so good."
there was a certain intensity in his eyes, one that scared and aroused you simultaneously..fucking you into a state of trembling with only a few strokes in as you dripped down his shaft. But this angle and the way he so precisely penetrated your g-spot, you’d find yourself clawing your nails into his back whilst he impaled you on his dick. All eight and a half inches of thick girth stretching you open..akin to a piece of elastic. "That's right, you don't need to do anything else..just hold onto me and let me pound that little pussy." Your body gliding up and down the wall; jolted with every thrust and meeting his every movement. It was almost as if you were weightless within his arms. “Shit! Right there…” Your nails ripping into his shoulder blades, holding on with all the strength you had but it was of no use. He had rendered you practically useless and dumb. Nothing more than a mere flashlight for his pleasure.
"Look at you..taking this fucking dick like a good whore. You liked being fucked all rough, don't you? Answer me.”
"Yes, daddy! Give me more, please. Fuck my pussy!” Meanwhile, your little cunny could barely contain him, no matter how far he delved and how deep he pressed, it kept slipping out of that wetness. Just from those few minutes alone, those walls had been beaten sore and throbbed profusely. However, that wasn't going to stop him from fucking you senseless or making you clamp down on his shaft. Those balls rested idly against your bubbly asscheeks after slapping against them..plus,hearing you beg only further fueled his desire.
sounds of smacking skin and loud cries erupted throughout the foyer. Although he loved the noises that pretty little pussy made each time he slammed inside of it, he came to an abrupt halt. "Get on the floor, right now." Whether it was his own lack of restraint or the fact that he truly did want to take you beyond your limits today, Reiner stopped abruptly before placing you to your feet.
that long cock still erect and dripping with your juices; the tip glowing red from how sensitive it was. One hard brush and he would probably begin spurting cum. He’d stroke the shaft whilst reaching for the leash and eventually the top of your head. With an extended palm, Reiner reached over and laid a few smacks to your cheek. Instructing you to stick your tongue out and glance up at him. “Good girl..sit there on your knees until I tell you otherwise.” He needed a few seconds to decide his next move. Seeing you in such a state had his mental all fucked up. Having this much power to use you at his disposal and seeing you lose every bit of your morals just to please him made this man absolutely feral.
panting heavily, Reiner ripped the shirt off entirely. He’d then proceed to undo and coil the red necktie around his knuckles. It seemed as if his lightbulb was flashing and he had constructed a rather interesting idea. "..hands up over your head, sweetheart. Don't make me fucking wait."
Without fuss or haste, you’d raise your arms up to the wall and await his instructions. You were positioned on your knees with them spread apart to where he could visibly see that little slit drooling with slickness. That clit protruding out and waiting to be rubbed. You’d give anything to have it touched at the moment but you’d have to wait. Emitting a loud gulp, you’d hope that your lovely husband would feel compelled to somewhat tone it down and have mercy but it would seem that you had ignited quite a dormant spark inside of him. The gentle, attentive man that had always handled you with care was no more, at least for the time being. Finally, he’d retrieve that leash placed on the mantle and once he clipped it on, he’d clutch it with a vice grip. "I'm going to enjoy fucking that cute little face of yours..those lips always look so pretty wrapped around my dick. Open wide.” Tilting your head back on his command. Just seconds later, he'd lean down and spit into your quivering mouth; the sensation making you throb and melt within his grasp. That saliva trailed between your lips, down to your tongue and in turn, earned him the cutest expression with a bright smile. "Thank you, daddy."
the name causes a direct reaction from your shaft; throbbing upon hearing your voice. He couldn’t help it when you were being so gracious and eager to serve him. This was already the best birthday ever and it had only begun! Stretching those jaws, Reiner would depress your tongue with a couple fingers; as would a doctor to a patient and watch that uvula jump and the back of your mouth gape and flex as it awaited the chance to be filled. That was more than enough room and he’d waste no time in filling that empty oral cavity. “Perfect, don’t move.” With that, you’d find your empty mouth stuffed full of that swollen member. Pumped and fucked without any regard to your esophagus or breathing. Reiner would just ever so carelessly buck his hips forward as if you were nothing more than a mere sex doll. That was until you started seeping strings of clear fluid all over his shaft and tip, bringing out vibrations with your gagging and moaning. Keeping one hand on your bound wrists to keep them in place and the other on his leash, Reiner maneuvered you like a well oiled machine. Letting every liquid you emitted drip onto those marble floors. Thrusting with full force as he rutted those hips..so desperately trying to maintain his pace because you felt that damn good. Because you were not at liberty to do so, he’d alternate between his dick and those full, swollen balls; stuffing your mouth with them in exchange for jerking himself.
“That’s right. Clean me up, bitch…taste that pretty pussy and keep those eyes on me when you do it.”
he’d feed your heavy slaps to the face as his tip rested in the side of your jaw..pressing into your skin. He had zero remorse at the moment and if being used in this manner is what you wanted, he was more than happy to oblige! When his hand no longer sufficed, he’d pop that cock back into your mouth and continue relentlessly fucking your skull until that forehead pressed to his abs and you were rendered breathless. Perhaps what was most impressive to him was how you took it without so much as gagging or showing resistance. Not to mention that you battled those lashes at him while you did so. If he wasn’t careful, you’d have him spurting cum all down your throat. But he had plans to fill you up so he’d refrain. Where you were rendered unable to be vocal, Reiner certainly filled that void and let out the loudest, grovely grunts. Meanwhile, strings of saliva were pooling from the corners of your mouth and your face had a dumbed out expression..exactly as he wanted it. “It’s like you don’t even need to breathe, baby. I love you..I love how nasty you get for me..” that deep voice resonating throughout your body. But for how warm and inviting those silk like jaws felt, he was becoming rather greedy. He needed to explore more of that perfect figure…from this pretty mouth, to that dripping core and especially, that big round ass. Which had quite the surprise waiting for him. “C’mere, mama. I’m not done with you..not yet.”
reluctantly pulling out, Reiner suddenly tugged your head around with a firm grasp, returning the favor of that sloppy head with an equally messy makeout session. It was apparent by the smile on your face that you were enjoying this just as much! That’s when he’d lower your hands, untying them and command you to plant those palms to the floor, where you were made to crawl towards him. Resembling that of a cute little pup or a sexy lynx, your husband began stepping backwards before waving a finger towards you. He was leading you to the staircase, hoping to reenact that infamous scene that inspired this entire ordeal. Even then, on your hands and knees, you were enticing him. Finally, you’d find yourself stationed against those stairs, where Reiner would fling you up to the railing and raise your leg so that he could finally get inside of you. That’s when he’d find a hidden gem…literally and figuratively. A heart shaped, jeweled anal plug stuffed between those thick cheeks that were glistening with baby oil you had previously doused yourself in. Making it look even better..lighting up with excitement, Reiner would start to smirk and chuckle, spreading them apart as he watched that tight bundle of nerves flex around that metal. “Oh my gosh..” mumbling in a low growl, admiring the beautiful view. For now though, he needed some of that soaking core.
“…pretty pussy’s so fat..I know she’s wet f’r me, baby. Go ahead, bend over…” biting and licking his lips with a faint smirk. He couldn’t believe how blessed he was to have the finest woman on the planet! Balancing on those heels, (y/n) looked back whilst arching that back..bouncing in the process so that he could get a clear view of those plump lips. “Yes, just like that, baby..it looks so good.” “Thank you, daddy.” Getting more and more aroused each time you uttered that name. Placing his thumb atop that plug, he’d push it in a little further as his index teased that protruding clit, that caused you to whimper in response. “That feel good, poundcake? Ya’ like when I touch on that clit? You can answer..”
and of course, it was a given how you felt.
“Yes sir, so fucking good…please fuck me—“ but just like that, he’d halt you in your tracks by tugging on your leash and spanking your ass to silence you. “Hey, I didn't give you permission to start begging, not yet at least..” Just then, he’d place a hand in the center of your back before grabbing himself at the base and slapping that cock up against those clammy folds. He wanted to keep you waiting..punish you for your unauthorized outburst the fact was, he lacked resolve himself so seconds later..
“No…I need you to take this dick. All of it..and maybe..just maybe if you ask nicely..” you’d find yourself impaled on him and stuffed full, causing your face to go wide with shock. “I’ll let you come.” A result of both holes being filled to the brim. He didn’t even give you a chance to recuperate or adjust..he’d go full throttle. Thrusting into you once more after already abusing that little cunt once before. Needless to say, you probably wouldn’t be moving for a day or so after this but it’d be well worth it! You loved the sensation..the thrill and rush that came with being used like this. Every day could be his birthday if he treated you like this! Deep strokes made home inside of your core as his pace increased. That leg draped over the sides began to shake uncontrollably but as a way to quell you, he’d gently rub it. He was trying to have a bit of balance amid the chaos; a touch of subtlety with his rough treatment. Your body was already sore with pain and pleasure. Marked up by both his lips and hands..all signs of how obsessed he was with you. Going deeper and deeper, reaching that fated g-spot, Reiner tugged your head back and yet again spat into your mouth, trying to maintain some semblance of control. Because truthfully, he was reaching his peak. He knew the second he resumed fucking you, he’d lose his mind and rhythm. Suddenly, his thrusts would become sporadic and he’d start hammering into your spot; clapping that flesh against his pelvis and filling that million dollar mansion with raunchy noises. Getting as raw and unhinged as you two pleased. It was a private party and he’d enjoy every single second of it.
“Harder! Please..I’m so—“ although you were breaking the rules, you couldn’t help yourself as that climax grew near. You had been holding back..restraining yourself from releasing all over him but right now, you couldn’t be vexed!
“Can I come, daddy? Please, can I come for you?!”
Crying with your eyes squeezed shut and tears streaming down your face. Your body was set ablaze…burning with desire and right now, he wanted to add the fuel! Spreading that ass apart, your husband kept thrusting, grinding those hips to the hilt as he buried every inch until that tip began to kiss your cervix. That aching warmth was all but stretched. However, it wouldn’t be the only orifice to be pounded into oblivion. “Since you've been so good..let it go. Right now. Come on this fucking dick..you little slut.” And the second he gave you the green light, it were as if the floodgates opened and a shower of your sweet squirt littered the porcelain steps. He had never seen a thing like it! At that moment, you couldn’t stop. Just an absolute wreck of orgasmic bliss. “F-fuck! Oh fuck, oh fuck—“ banging your previously bound hands against the stairwell. There was no time to recuperate or for either of you to gather your bearings because Reiner was pulsating something fierce and there was nowhere he’d allow that seed to end up other than your womb. Only seconds later, you’d find yourself impaled again and his hard erection thrashing around inside of you.
“What? You thought we were finished? What did I say, pound cake? Not yet..” unable to even compute a reaction, you’d end frozen for a full minute..stuck from that post climatic high. He didn’t have time to wait for your recovery. Not even a full minute later, you felt the grasp on your hips tighten; nails clawing into that soft flesh as Reiner’s breath caught in the back of his throat. “Shit!—coming..FUCK!” Shouting out with all his might. It was then that hot strings of creamy semen began to pour into that needy womb. And not in the form of a few droplets..no, you were being knotted with thick ropes. Ensuring that not one drop would seep out. However, if you thought that would be enough to soothe his salacious appetite and stop him, you’d be wrong. Because he had one more opening to explore before calling it quits. Even though you looked terribly spent and hell, he was getting a little lightheaded himself, he couldn’t stop until you both collapsed. Keeping that back bent to an angle and that leg outstretched, (y/n) felt that plug be removed from your second entrance and hear the metal plop to the floor…only to find that he had..replaced it with something else. But that much was obvious when you all but collapsed from that cock stretching you open. With his face flushed red, Reiner would let out a somewhat maniacal laugh. It was apparent that he was running off of pure adrenaline and addiction. Unable to cease until he claimed every inch of it and unraveled you.
“Take it…don’t tell me that little plug was just for show now. You were getting it ready f’r me. So I could fuck every part of this little body.” Practically hissing at you whilst tugging you back into hard, sporadic strokes. He still had a bit left in the chamber, surprisingly but he wasn’t going to maintain that pace for long because you were way too tight; clutching him at every movement. Even with the help of that toy, you weren’t quite conformed to his shape. Even so, he made it his mission to conquer it and break you as he had promised. He was well on his way because now, you were full blown fucked to tears…crying and pleading for him to come in you once more. He had gotten his point across and you loved the pain far too much to want him to stop. But you knew your body couldn’t withstand this brutal fucking. “P—please..come—ahh..” letting out a shrill whimper and pathetic cries. Your nails barely even graze the wood that you had a vice grip on earlier. Despite the fact that you had initiated this, he knew you’d never know when to quit and seeing as how that spasming bundle of nerves was determined to drain him dry, he’d grant you permission one last time to let go..
“On three..together. You know what to do..”
and like that, the two of you ascended to the highest peak together. Howling to the ceiling and shrieking each other's names as you spilled another puddle and poured the remainder of that nut into you..
“F-fuck..you’re so full..so goddamn full of my nut.”
“Yes, come in this ass, daddy..thank you so much.”
reaching back to stroke the side of his face before collapsing to your knees, where you trembled violently. All a result of the insane lovemaking that had just transpired. As one final act of submission, you’d run your tongue along his thigh, swiping up any remnant of those juices you let out all over him, before sticking your tongue out like an obedient dog. How could he possibly ask for a better gift than this?! Grasping your chin, Reiner leaned down with tears of his own plaguing his hazel eyes and shoved his tongue in your mouth. As if he didn’t want to let go. “Thank you, baby..thank you for the best fucking gift ever..”
and there was no way this day could ever be outclassed for as long as he lived!
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tteokdoroki ¡ 1 year
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eren is so utterly pussy whipped he cries when he cums a little bit—that’s how overwhelming your love is for him, how overwhelming his love is for you <333
𑊡˚+₊🍼✦ — love you slow + eren jaeger.
૮ ͈>◡< ͈ა warnings — smut, mdni 18+, missionary, unprotected sex, creampies, slight!dacryphilia, eren cries when he cums, fem!reader.
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semmie i love him so much i need him so bad
like :( imagine all of eren’s weight on you, his hips lazily pulling back and pushing forward for him to thrust into you, grind his tip into the spot that makes you cling to him or tighten around him. both of you impossibly close and he feels like it’s not enough, wrapping an arm around the top of your head to keep you safe and underneath him.
he loves you so much, needs you so bad— his pelvis bumping your sticky clit and your ankles locked around his slender waist, eren can’t find it in himself to stop fucking you ‘cause all he wants is to make you cum or see stars or just fall apart beneath him :( you’re his baby, teary eyed with your nails digging into his flesh and your lips parted in a pretty ‘o’ shape and it drives eren insane seeing you like this.
seeing you fall apart like this just for him. like he does for you.
stop and he’s got these muffled moans, whimpery and broken— almost feather light cause even though he’s pounding you to high heavens, using the thickness of his cock to mould your gushing insides into the shape of him…eren just has this realisation that you only want him to have you and see you like this. eren would brush his thumb over your glossy bottom lip and just drool into your open mouth, kissing you before you can swallow, with teeth and tongue and all. it’s messy, uncoordinated but full of love.
“baby...‘mgonnacum,” eren slurs into the wetness of your mouth, the bed creaking under the momentum of the slow and sensual sex. his muscles flex and sweat droplets slide through the crevices of each one, overworking to make sure his cock hits each of those pleasure spots along your gummy walls to make you cry out. to drag you closer to your high. “g-gonna let me fill you up? h-huh? oh fuck, baby.” he can’t help but whine, stuttering for breath.
he damn near shudders when you run your fingers through his sweaty hair, drag him back to your lips and lick into his mouth. “inside e-eren! wan’ you inside,” the way you plead for his cum makes him hiccup, his hips barely pulling back from being smooshed up against your throbbing clit and his balls smacking harshly against the soft curve to your ass. you’re so precious, put on his earth just for eren and it breaks him. “please. i need you.”
eren loses his rhythm, clutching you tighter, chasing his high and fumbling with your swelling pleasure nub because he can never leave you behind— he needs you by his side at all times, even if it means giving you all of him, plunging his leaky cock deep within you as you milk him for all his worth. “whatever my baby wants…whatever my baby fuckin’ needs. god, ‘m gonna fill you up s’good,” like he’s running his mouth and his brain can’t keep up with the pace of his hips.
his mind is full of you and your angelic cries and the way you go from clawing at eren’s back to scratching at his scalp— desperate for everything he has to give you while your ravaged pussy pulses around him. he pushes his hot face into your neck, fighting back choked sobs and succumbing to your warmth and wetness, how good you make him feel.
“i-i love you, baby. s-so fucking bad. always.” eren moans deep into your mouth when he cums, painting your pussy white inside and out, smearing it against your clit. you can feel him tremble above you along with the wave of adoration that washes over you as you fall into your orgasm with him — clenching down on eren with every pump of seed he fucks and drags along your ribbed walls.
his green eyes are teary, glassy with affection as you kiss him tender and say. “i love you too.”
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hyewka ¡ 3 months
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boyfriend beomgyu helping take pictures for your finsta and you expect, prepare for a half assed alright pic only for him to angle your phone constantly, narrowing his eyes and sticking out his lips into a pout, clearly focused on putting in the effort to make you look the best T_T
“you know you don’t have to do all this?” you laugh lightly, posing the way hes instructing you to.
“but its fun,” he whines, taking a few more pictures, “its like an amateur photography lesson.”
you break your pose after feeling the soreness settle in. “is that why you’re having me pose like i’m some sort of model?”
he shakes his head lightly, still taking pictures even when you let yourself slouch for a bit…you question his photography vision. “no. doing it cus’ you’re the prettiest person i’ve ever seen.”
god damn it beomgyu. you’ve heard this a million times, he never fails to tell you, but jesus does it never get easier to control the way your heart beats faster and the blush that colors your cheeks. god damn it.
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evermoreal ¡ 3 months
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captain price wants a baby 👼🏻🎀
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author’s note. it’s ovulation szn. u guys are gonna have to physically restrain me from writing a pt 2 where they make the baby.
cw. none? pregnancy? fem reader.!
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the moment you’d tried to sit, price had pulled you across his lap, laughing heartily when you squirmed as his beard tickled your neck. it was a quiet night, which had quickly become price’s favourites: his sweet girl’s warmth pressed into his chest while he fed you chocolates and washed it down with wine.
he’d be lying if he said he was completely listening to whatever story you were telling. it was difficult, with your eyes were glazed over and your lips were wet and your hand was pressed against his chest, gently scritching the bit of chest hair that poked out the collar of his shirt.
and, he wasn’t entirely paying attention to his own words when he said, “what’d’ya think about having kids?”
brows lifting, your mouth made a tiny ‘o’ shape. it closed and opened a few times, as if the words just wouldn’t leave your throat.
“kids?” you questioned, finally, a small furrow between your brows.
and although he hadn’t entirely meant to ask, he didn’t overly regret it, either. it wasn’t the first time he’d considered the idea. it was hard not to when your friends came by with their little ones; when a baby was in your arms, your face was always so soft. they would giggle when you made silly faces at them, and john couldn’t help but wonder. sometimes, when he came up behind you and wrapped his arms around your frame, he’d brush a big hand over your belly and ponder what it’d be like — swollen under his touch with his child, your child.
quietly, price hummed, stroking a bruised knuckle over your cheek.
“i . . . “ you began, and your mouth was twisting the way it always did when you were trying not to smile. “i thought . . . i always thought you didn’t want kids.”
“i didn’t,” he answered, truthfully. “not until you. with you, it’s . . . different.”
he was close enough to hear your sharp inhale, and beneath his hand on your neck, he could feel your pulse quicken.
your voice was little more than a breath when you questioned, “different how?”
price tsked, eyes straying from yours as he thought over his answer. then, he said, “i didn’t really think abou’ it till my thirties, when the guys i knew started having ‘em. an’ then i’d see ‘em with their kids — they were different men. softer, i guess. an’ i didn’t think i had that in me.” his gaze, warm beneath the lamplight, met yours again. when he spoke, there was a lilt of amusement to his voice, “then i met you.”
quietly, you giggled, and pressed a kiss to his nose. “are you sayin’ i’ve changed you, captain?”
chuckling softly, john nodded, and said, “i think i am.”
you couldn’t quite suppress your smile when you said, “i would love to have your babies, john price.”
a wide grin broke out across his face; pretty blue eyes became crescent moons, and smile lines stretched out from the corners. at once, john stood, and promptly carried you, bridal style, toward the bedroom.
“oh my god, john!” you yelped, giggling as he gently tossed you on the bed. “i didn’t mean right now!”
planting a kiss to your belly, john john retorted, “no time like the present, sweetheart.”
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evermourning ¡ 3 months
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we were talking about this the other day and i really wanna see your take on the orange theory with the skz boys 🙏🙏
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ooh yes 😈😈 these get like progressively longer sorry
ORANGE THEORY WITH SKZ!
chan carefully peels your oranges without you knowing, digging into the juice-covered rind no matter the length of his fingernails to appease you. it's all worth it to him to see the way your eyes light up as you lean your body against his, warmth radiating from you.
minho is no better than chan, except for the fact that he's more discreet about it. he'd spend eons by your side peeling them if it meant being with you. he loves the way you chat with him animatedly, eagerly biting into the citrusy wedge...turning away to hide the burning tips of his ears.
changbin pretends to not know how to peel oranges. he complains that his fingers are built for lifting weights, not peeling fruit. in reality, he can peel them fine, but he just loves when you do it. the way your fingers nimbly slip under the peel, pulling it back. he always shows his gratitude through kisses all over your face, citrus on his breath.
hyunjin craves simple acts of domesticity with you. he adores every inch of you, wanting nothing more than to spoil you. he sits at the kitchen counter with you, orange rinds piled neatly upon a napkin beside him. you watch him with an adoring smile as he furrows his eyebrows in concentration, your chin resting on the upturned palm of your hand. your little life with hyunjin is so lovely.
jisung looks at you like you deserve the sky and the stars. he's always been embarrassed he can't peel his own oranges - he doesn't want to seem childish or helpless. he can't help it, though...every time he tries, his nail pierces right through the center and juice gushes out like blood from an open wound. when he admitted this to you, looking at the floor in embarrassment, you murmured a quiet "that's okay. i'll peel them for you, ji." and ever since then, he's been head over heels in love with you. (well, he always has been...it's just more prominent now!)
felix would do anything for you if you asked. you come up to him, a mauled orange laying lifeless in your hands. your lips are turned into a pout. he immediately knows what you want, setting down his phone (your most recent tiktok plays on repeat) and taking it in his own hands. his hands are tiny and lithe, and he peels the orange in no time. thankfully, the inside is safe, as all of your senseless attacks were focused at the peel. you gleefully wrap your arms around him, leaning in for a peck on the lips. maybe he should peel your oranges more often.
seungmin can put on his uninterested act all he wants, but if he really did not care for you, he wouldn't be sitting here peeling oranges for the love of his life. he has little cuts on the skin beneath his nails from picking at them, and he lets out a hiss of pain as the juices sting his skin. as if you were listening for him to make a sound, you appear almost instantaneously behind him, armed with a bandaid and a kiss to make the wound feel better. once it's wrapped, he decides to finish peeling the oranges, much to your chagrin. how else could he repay someone as perfect as you?
jeongin may tease you mercilessly for not knowing how to peel fruit, but that doesn't mean he won't peel them for you! he giggles, saying things like "this is so easy" and "how do you mess this up?" as he expertly peels the orange, separating each wedge neatly. then, he lifts one up to meet your parted lips, a warm smile upon his handsome face. "say ahh." as you open your mouth and he feeds you the orange slice, you can't help but notice his rosy cheeks. "don't ever learn how to peel anything, okay? i've got you."
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yo-yo-yeonkai ¡ 3 months
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ARE YOU SURE PRINCESS? - KANG TAHEYUN - NSFW
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Taehyun x AFAB!reader
Genre: smut
Warning list: best friend! Tae, smoker! Tae, non-smoker! Reader, unprotected, handjob, praise (good girl), pet names (princess, baby, doll), drugs, smoking, feelings involved, barely proofread. ďżź
Word count: 1,858
Summary: You only wanted a taste, and maybe, just maybe you knew one taste would lead to another.
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It was only meant to be a taste. Only innocent curiosity. But it became something so much more.
Your best friend smoked weed, and he'd never even suggested you tried it, he simply let you make your own decisions. So when you're at his he asks "are you fine with me smoking here, or do you want me to go outside". He doesn't ask "wanna smoke with me?". No, he'd never ask that. You were too precious for him to coerce like that.
You gazed up at him, through your eyelashes, he leant lazily against his head board, eyes looking down at you lying across his bed comfortably. Dress hardly covering your ass as you swung your legs in the air behind you, tits slipping ever so slightly from the low neckline. He was hungry for more than a smoke.
You make a decision right then that you wanted to try it, but you were too nervous to say. "Smoke here Tyun, I don't mind" you smiled at him, watching as he reached into his bedside table and got out his spliff.
As he placed it between his lips he looked at you and shook his head "are you sure princess?". Oh the nickname, he knew it made you shiver and he only used it when he wanted you to answer him honestly, it's like he knew you wanted him to take control of you and fucking rail you into tomorrow.
You nodded, leaning up on your elbows and placing your chin in your hands to look at him as he lit it. "Whatever you want" he chuckles, and the first drag he exhaled upwards, completely away from you which wasn't what you'd expected. You grew frustrated at your plan going sideways, having to restrain yourself from dragging him to you so he has nowhere else to blow it but towards you.
You let him do this a few more times before you giggled at him "you don't need to do that you know. I don't mind...". You do mind actually you want him to blow it in your mouth, but you'd never admit that, it's too humiliating.
he flicked his gaze down at you in amusement and shrugged his shoulders, indifferent. When he looked at you he held your eyes and suddenly you couldn't hear the music he was playing, all you could think about was him. He took a drag, and this time he blew it directly at you. You tried to sneakily inhale it and he of course saw, but he'd let you try just two more times before he coaxed you over.
You'd never smoked before, you weren't sure how to do it. So when he told you to come over, and patted the space between his spread legs you grew nervous. The second you were on your knees in front of him he smirked at you "ask for my help princess-" he teased. The words made desire pool in your stomach. Beg, he wanted you too beg - Your mouth opened and closed before an exasperated mumbled came out "I don't know what you mean Tae". Play dumb, it was time to play dumb.
He ran his rough finger along your jaw, grasping your chin and pulling your face closer ever so slightly. The feeling of his fingers on you sent sparks through your skin, igniting your body with desperation for him. He chuckles lowly, "I know what you want- just ask".
It wasn't exactly surprising he knew what you wanted, he always read you like a book. There was no point in playing dumb with him anymore. "Tyun please may you teach me how to smoke. I want to try it but I'm nervous I'll do it wrong". The corner of his lips quirked up in a smirk as he nodded at you and placed the spliff in his mouth. “Seeing as asked so nicely princess~”, he muttered, spliff shaking as each word fell from his lips.
Leaning towards you he picked you up and lifted you onto his lap, your legs naturally straddling him. He was touchy sure, but never this much?! Was he on drugs- wait, yeah, yeah he was.
He held the spliff and spoke to you "I'll be easy on you princess- all I want you to do is inhale what I blow towards you. If you aren't sure breath in like normal then take another little breath and breath out. Ready doll?". You listened to him as carefully as you could with your senses slowed from being on top of him and nodded.
You carefully watched as he inhaled then grasped the back of your head and pulled you painfully close to him, blowing the smoke to you. You did as he said, feeling like you'd inhaled it successfully.
He watched as you blew it back out with a smile "good girl" he chuckled. Each time you got better and suddenly on the last drag he kissed you, pushing the smoke directly into your mouth. You tried to inhale, but you could hardly focus. Everything was already feeling dizzy and Taehyun was finally kissing you, how could you be expected to function?
Even once the smoke was long gone his lips stayed on yours, pursuing you in such a way you felt even dizzier. His tongue prodded at your mouth and you knew he wanted to explore you and you'd let him do whatever he wanted.
Your lips parted for him, and he was quick to pull you closer, further into his lap, chests flush against each others. He was desperate to feel you, taste you, hear you. You groaned into the kiss as he grabbed your ass, back arching, grinding against him so sinfully. You were so sensitive for him, so beautiful.
He pulled away from you "you did so well princess. Did exactly as I asked" he compliments, trailing wet kisses from your jaw to your shoulder, pulling the strap of your pretty little dress off your shoulder.
Instead of responding you began grinding on his now hard dick, you'd felt it grow beneath you. He groaned at the feeling and grabbed your hips. "No baby, if you are gonna do that, you are gonna do it on my dick. Take your clothes off" he told you. And from there is was a rush, you were practically ripping off your clothes, and he was tugging at his own, then sitting back down so you could get back to it.
You crawled up to his lap, hooked a leg over his and slowly brought your hand up to your mouth and spat on it, then lowering it back to his dick. You began pumping him, teasing him almost, running a thumb over the tip and dragging his precum down to the base of his cock. He threw his head back and groaned, grasping your hand and collecting himself. "Not now princess, we have plenty of time for that. But right now I need to feel you. I want that pretty pussy wrapped around me, and I know you want to feel me too" he groaned, deep eyes staring into your own eyes as the words left his swollen lips. He was right of course, he was reading you like a book again.
You grabbed his dick but this time you guided it to your dripping hole, moaning as you began to sink down. You didn't even need to lube Taehyun's dick up, you were so wet for him, so very ready to take him, you were always ready to take him. You craved your best friend... it was sinful.
Taehyun was big, and you couldn't take him straight away, you were easing yourself, stretching your pussy to try make him fit. You whined as you tried to take him but only got about half way, "T-Tae I don't think I can take it- you're too big" you whined, humiliated.
He kissed you thrice on the lips then once on each cheek "I'll make it fit princess, don't you worry". Taehyun couldn't take it, the way you were already clenching around him, he'd fucking cum in no time if you kept doing that.
Grabbing your hips, he squeezed them as he slammed you down on him, a scream ripping from your throat at the feeling. No warning, no hesitation, he needed you.
His cock stretched you, made a mess out of you, and he wasn't stopping there. He pulled you all the way up and pushed you down, bottoming out in you, forcing your body to accept his cock, making you feel as good as he felt.
Your body was on fire, head spinning as your hips slammed against his, dick hitting the perfect sensitive spots in you. Your head rested on his shoulder as he used you like a doll, moaning into his ear, his groans meeting your own ear, his breath hitting your shoulder with a hot fan of air. He was wrecking your cunt with each drag of his hips, filling you with his cock. Ruining your composure at each filthy word he spoke "That's it princess, keep bouncing on my cock. You are such a good girl hmmm?" He groaned, kissing your shoulder sweetly as a treat for taking him so well.
You were so whiny, so sensitive, so dumb. And all for Taehyun.
You'd like to blame the weed, you'd like to blame how well Tae was fucking you, but you knew it's cause you fucking liked him. His name continued to slip from your lips like a prayer, as his grip gradually tightened and his fingers dug into your hips, crescent moon marks staining your hips.
"You sound so perfect. So pretty. You are so beautiful" he tells you, sliding his hands up to your back to hold you closer, abit more romantically than before. He grips your shoulders and now used this as his leverage to keep you bouncing on his cock, pushing and pulling like before. "My pretty girl. Mine" he groans and you whined at the sound. "Say it back princess" he tells you, speeding up so dangerously that you could hardly answer.
"Y-yours Tyun- m' yours" you do as asked, voice so weak and pathetic he chuckles at you, but kisses your shoulder regardless. You were his pathetic girl...
Pleasure built and built in your stomach and the line between reality and imagination blurred. His pace grew erratic "my pretty fucking girl. God your pussy feels heavenly" he moans, his own high as near as yours. "Tyun please- m' so close" you slurred a moan into his ear. He huffed as he thrusted faster "I know princess, I'll make you feel good" he promised, and once again Taehyun wasn't wrong.
A few last thrusts into your fucked out cunt and  you'd come undone on his cock, spurts of his cum shooting into you, insides painted white.
As you panted, trying to use your hands to push yourself off him he stopped you as you sat up. He held your face up to him as he kissed you then muttered "I'm not done with you yet princess~".
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tarjapearce ¡ 6 months
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You know the ‘girlfriend effect’ trend going on ? I feel like that would be mama and Miguel. Like Miguel having a horrible style and wearing the most outrageous terrible clothes and not knowing what to do with his hair or not doing any form of facial care routines (you how men are) until he meets our mama and she just helps him develop a style and find what works best for him but doing it in a way that isn’t insulting and belittling but rather caring and loving.
This is Pre-Soccer Family 🤭
Boyfriend Makeover
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Ever since MJ's birthday party at Peter's, things had taken a turn between you and Miguel.
Something that had left him with the little seed of seeing you as many times as possible from now on, rooting and blooming within. And in truth, you couldn't wait to see him again as well.
He had this je ne sas quoi that drawn you in like bees to pollen. Like gasoline to a fire, and anything intrinsically related in nature.
When you went home to a little more intimate and girls only after party, you spilled the beans and Jessica slid a couple of bucks in MJ's direction when you were too busy fangirling and gushing like a teenager whose crush just noticed her for the first time ever.
"He tried to kiss me!"
"Miguel?"
"Yes!" You plopped on the bed with a nervous squeal.
"You two kissed?" MJ watched at Jessica eagerly, as if ready to receive more money from the secret bet they had done on who kissed who first.
"Nah, he gotta work for it. But, damn... I was holding back so badly. He looks like a good kisser."
Jessica giggled at your ecstatic state.
"Just kiss him, woman! Pretty sure he'd die on the spot if you do that"
And so you did. The first kiss had been nothing you had expected, A little fumble and clumsy but sweet. He was taken aback when you made the first move, but couldn't complain. He had sandwiched your face in between his big hands and gave you a kiss you only  fantasized often, once the movie had finished in TV back on his apartment's living room.
Things just flowed from there. He once grabbed your hand as you ventured through the sea of people in the mall when you were shopping.
"Won't find you later, Chaparrita." (Little one)
"Well, if you're gonna hold my hand, then do it properly."
With an impish smile you entwined your fingers with his, he only flared an airy yet bashful chuckle as his hand tightened it's grip on yours.
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Even though he had asked you to date him officially, the doubt in people's faces remained. Not that you cared, but seeing him particularly serious after a gathering meant that someone had said something either about you, or the both.
"Do I look awful to you?"
You truly weren't expecting something so trivial to upset him that way, sure there were things he could improve about himself that would just only add him a bonus to his already effortlessly gorgeous looks.
"What?. Who told you that?"
He shrugged and kept driving. His style was something basic and borderline boring, office like all the way. Like if the nerdiness refused to leave his body completely and had rioted big time and now was the ruling sovereign of his closet.
Sweatpants in different tones of gray and black, graphic tees that had endured through college time and other basic things, sneakers and a couple of shoes and boots. The only stylish sort of thing he had was a navy blue suit that ripped as he tried to slid it past his broad shoulders.
"Shit you hear around." He grumbled while driving.
"Well, if you don't like your style we could change it. I could help if you want to, of course."
"What would you change about it?"
"Even though I love when you wear your lab coat and those sweatpants together" You giggled and took his hand briefly, "I'd add more color to your wardrobe and other different textures. You'd look even more handsome with summer colors."
"It's not summer."
"I know, just saying I'd add a bit more color to it."
"Right. We can do that. What about eh, the... things you put on the face. Masks and shit?"
Your face lit up upon the questions he was throwing at you as he gestured to his face.
"What about them?"
"How do you use them?"
In truth, he had overheard some things behind his back. Him looking like a tired creep that always wore the same clothes, them surprised at you tolerating such lack of style, but what had affected him more than what he let on was hearing that you deserved more than just a greasy haired nerd guy in your life. Mostly said by guys that looked straight out of a photo shoot in Italy.
His hair hovered on his shoulders, either tied in a lazy man bun or simply slicked back. Skin rough and oily, a few ingrown hairs in his stubble. Some pimples here and there. As long as he was clean, like his clothes it had been more than enough for him so far. Contrary to you. Ever glowing, stylish and delicious smelling.
Hell, some of his clothes still smelled like you even if he washed them. But now that a new chapter of his life started with none else but you, he wanted to be better. He was already a bit self conscious about his overall looks, and didn't wanna add more to the list of things he already hated about himself, but for some reason you loved.
He wanted to increase the latter. And if a makeover was needed for you to be even more into him, he'd go under them. And what a better chance to do so when you were excited about it. Another excuse to spend the day together, really. Even if it meant to go under layers of things foreign to his skin or be switching into things in a secluded changing room.
"We could meet tomorrow at the mall, buy new clothes and spend the rest of the day pampering ourselves."
"Sounds scary."
"The only thing you gotta be afraid is what the lack of sun block does to the skin."
"I'm aware that cancer can be developed after the constant exposure to high UV lights."
"You're so sexy when you speak like that."
"I'm actually surprised you find me appealing given my lack of-"
"Ah don't ruin it, MiguelĂ­n. You know that's not why we got together."
"Still, I wanna be better. Can't look like a tired creep." You swatted his head gently with a deadpan in your eyes.
"Miguel, even if you wore an unicorn onesie, I'd still adore you the same and I'd definitely fuck you afterwards."
He snorted and looked at you with softened eyes.
"But the gesture is highly appreciated. I'm excited really. We get to spend the day together and have fun."
"Shopping day tomorrow then?"
"Of course!"
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You visited different stores, even took a mini photo shoot of the outfits you had picked together for him. He wasn't that into flashy or saturated prints. He was more of plain colors, and if something was printed it had to be minimum. Attention seeking was in the least of his priorities.
His confidence seemed to take a higher place the more clothes he tried and new compliments flew out your mouth.
You had him a blushing mess as you asked him to twirl for you only to slap his ass and give a rather thirsty yet loving comment on him. You already made those when he wore your favorite gray sweatpants. Nothing had changed really, except for one outfit that had your cheeks a bright red the more you stared .
Cotton plain navy blue polo shirt that adjusted perfectly on his upper frame, white pants that made a perfect job in accentuating his waist and white leather loafers. It was the winner of the day.
"Never in my life have I been envious of a shirt, until today."
You then went for the skin care. Exfoliants, moisturizers, masks and so many other tools he had the slightest idea they even existed. Even though you explained each and their functions, he had to take a break to let all sink in.
"How many times I must put all this in my face?"
"Twice a day. Morning and night before sleeping."
"Don't get me wrong but, how do you find time to do this?"
"It becomes a discipline over time. And now I can't live without it."
"If something's worth saying, I like the... uh, the scent and feeling that it leaves in your skin. It's nice."
He cleared his throat as you kept adding products to the basket.
"Why, thank you." You kissed his cheek as you both looked over the men section of skincare, "We gotta get you a proper shaving kit also. Razors only damage your skin. Wanna keep your beard?"
"Do you like it?"
"I don't mind it honestly. With or without it you look scrumptious." Your eyebrows wiggled at him and his ears turned a light shade of pink.
"Let's get it then."
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His eyes were all teary and glossy the more you pulled the peel off mask from his sensitive skin.
"Ow! Ow, ya! Amor, ya!" You laughed silently as you stopped. Hips straddling him, face to face, masked with the pore cleansing charcoal product, smeared in your features.
You had tied his hair carefully to then teach him how to properly clean his face, after a session of much needed steam to relax and open his pores.
Also squeezed some tools as gently as possible to get gunk and black spots out, but even so had him squirming at the beginning, then you had taught him how to properly cleanse his face, and in what order each product had to be applied. He was genuinely interested at the components of each thing and how well they seemed to react on his skin. Secretly taking a picture of him while having his eyes closed.
"Relax Eddie Brock, we're almost done!"
"ÂżNo te duele o quĂŠ?" (Does this even hurts for you?)
"We are Venom." You giggled but he just deadpanned,
"You're not funny. You're a psycho."
"After you do this a bunch of times it comes out easier and less painful."
To his horror, you peeled off the mask without much ows and hissing, like he was, cringing at the way the black and elastic thing abandoned your face, coming out in in a piece.
"It would've be a lot less painful but you put it on your eyelids and so damn close to the ears. The first places I told you to not put it on!"
"I don't know about these things-" He hissed as you pulled in a go the last remnants of the mask. A little whimper and a grunt came out later.
"Canija!" You kissed his face softly where the mask had been, trying to soothe the pain as he cussed.
"Please tell me we're done with that"
Instead of words you smooched his lips with a proud smile.
"We're done. Now let's get you some serums."
"You're not putting needles in my face, are you?"
"What? No. It's not that kind of serum. It's like vitamins for your skin in oily or creamy textures."
By the end of the day he had fallen asleep as you used your jade face roller on him, but woke up with a glowy and healthy looking skin. Even some pimples had diminished their redness. His tired face not only was less tired but looked like he had slept well for weeks. No longer oily and breaking out.
Despite the pain, it all had been worth it. But your shocked face upon seeing him well dressed in a cream button shirt, black pants and dress shoes, and a fresh haircut that would turn into his forever look; holding a bouquet of tulips before your door, was absolutely priceless.
Needless to say you didn't make it to the dinner date, too busy ravaging eachother to care.
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moonlight-prose ¡ 4 months
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11 with Poe? 🥺 💞
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𝐒𝐄𝐄𝐃𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄
a/n: this prompt with poe is so soft and warm it's actually melting my heart. i'm a massive sucker for someone taking care of the person they love in such a simple way like this. it's short and more of a drabble, but i really enjoyed bringing some softness to this man. i always seem to put him in angsty situations, so he deserves this.
summary: "he was with you. the person he longed to be around. who’s smile made him smile, and who’s laugh made him laugh. rather than looking for a quick escape, he found himself hoping that the mission would take even longer."
word count: 1k+
pairing: poe dameron x reader
warnings: not explicit, soft poe, flirting, fluffiness, poe dameron being hopelessly head over heels.
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Squinting against the bright light of the sun, you traversed your way through the field, trying to catch up to the group ahead. It was a simple mission. Head out to a planet, find whoever was willing to trade shitty x-wing parts for something far better, and get back before dinner. Really it was more a quick vacation than anything else—a chance to get away from the chaos that your lives had become.
Poe shifted, checking to see exactly where you both had ended up in the hour you’d been walking. It’s not that you were lost. You were simply exploring. Or at least…that’s how Poe put it. You however had been keeping track of the different paths you’d taken, making sure to mark on your map where exactly you had to backtrack to get where you needed.
He sighed for the tenth time, scrubbing a hand down his face, his brows pulling together with frustration. It was clear that getting back to base before dinner wasn’t a possibility. Which meant you would have to find a place here amidst the greenery and gorgeous landscape.
You didn’t mind the idea much. However you couldn’t necessarily say the same for Poe.
“So where exactly are we?” you asked, trying to comprehend the bits and pieces of the foreign language. Growing up in the galaxy meant you knew more than your fair share, but sometimes it was hard to learn it all.
“Who the fuck knows,” he muttered, turning to look at yet another green hill. It looked identical to the last five you passed.
“It’s getting late.”
He nodded. “Think we can make it back to the ship tonight?”
There was a possibility of that happening if you turned back now, but you could see the sun begin its descent into the horizon, the day coming quickly to a close. The planet was known for housing less than lethal life forms, which made the idea of camping outside that much more appealing. You slept in a tiny bunk back at the base. Barely enough room to stretch out your legs before you hit the wall beside you—the open space around you felt like a damn gift compared to that.
“We should find a closed off area,” you suggested, remembering the many times you were forced to sleep outside whilst on a mission.
“Lead the way.”
He traipsed along behind you, eyes stuck to your surroundings in case of danger, and you didn’t do anything to interfere. You understood he wouldn’t feel safe sleeping on an unknown planet unless he was sure nothing bad was to happen. If he was alone he wouldn’t take precautions. But that was the difference. You stood beside him, untarnished by the tragedy of war. Beautiful like the summer flowers his mother used to pick on Yavin 4.
“The map says it shouldn’t be that much father,” you said in the hopes that it would offer some reprieve from how disappointing this whole mission was.
“That’s fine,” he mumbled, catching a glimpse of how the sunset enshrouded your face, creating a glow across you that nearly punched the breath from his lungs.
If he were with anyone else on this mission he would have been irritated. Beyond that probably. He could have seen himself trying to contact Leia from where you were, asking for a transport back, but he wasn’t with anyone else. He was with you. The person he longed to be around. Who’s smile made him smile, and who’s laugh made him laugh. Rather than looking for a quick escape, he found himself hoping that the mission would take even longer.
“I’m sorry about all this.” Poe felt his heart begin to sink, matching the movement of the sun. “I know it’s taking too much time. I swear I thought I read the map right.”
His pace faltered until he found himself stopping altogether, hand reaching for your arm to turn you. “Why are you apologizing?”
You sighed. “I just…I know how irritating all of this can be.”
“Sunshine—”
“And I know you have other important things to do for the Resistance.” You turned, running a hand across your forehead. “I could have asked Finn to come with me instead. Or anyone else. But I…I like…”
Poe stepped forward so quickly his boot nearly got caught on a small hole in the ground. “You like?”
Another long breath left you, eyes shifting up to finally catch him in your gaze. “I like your company.”
He felt the start of a smirk and tried to tamp it down, but there was no use. “My company huh?”
“Don’t get cocky flyboy. You’re not the worst person to be around.”
He was way past cocky at that point. Your words filled him with a warmth that sent his heart racing so hard it nearly stopped altogether. But you looked nervous. As if the words had been bottled up for so long you felt wary about heaven bringing them out into the open. You were unprepared for his smile, for his hand to reach out and pick a piece of grass out of your hair, only to use that to drag you even closer.
“I know I’m not,” he said softly, grunting when you lightly punched him in the chest. “Just been waiting for you to say it out loud.”
“You’re such a pain in the ass—” Tugging yourself away, you were ready to throw another meaningless curse at him, but Poe had solidified his plans long before you began to admit your feelings.
His lips caught yours in a kiss, effectively silencing you and stopping your movements. You felt a rush of dizziness go up to your head, a soft sound of contentment falling from your mouth into his. And Poe felt his entire being light up. Pulling you closer, he clutched at you tightly, hands sliding to your back and breath washing across your face.
“I’m glad I’m here with you,” he breathed against your cheek, nose nudging against yours—waiting eagerly for you to smile and pulling him back into a searing kiss he longed to drown in.
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vamptizm ¡ 2 months
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photobooth ⋆𐙚 — jj maybank
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summary — you tell JJ that you love him while inside a photobooth (inspired by that tiktok trend)
pairing — jj maybank x reader
word count — less than 1k?
genre — fluff fluff fluff
warnings — none
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it was an unusually calm and comfortable day in the obx. for once you didn’t have to deal with a mountain of problems on your shoulders or unbearably hot weather. it was just perfect, in your opinion.
“can we go to the mall?”, you asked a relaxed jj who was sitting next to you on john b’s sofa with your legs thrown over his lap. his thumb had been drawing shapes onto the exposed skin of your thighs as the side of your head leaned against the sofa, staring at his beautiful side profile.
jj wasn’t exactly the biggest fan of crowded malls and shopping, so it only came to your surprise when the boy nodded his head at your suggestion. “sure, why not.”
not wanting to ruin it for yourself, you smiled brightly and lifted yourself from off of him and the couch. standing now in front of him, you held onto both of his hands to ‘pull’ him up. jj pretended to struggle in lifting himself up without your help.
“damn, cupcake. when did you get so strong?”, he teased you with a grin on his lips once he was standing on his own two feet.
you simply rolled your eyes in faux annoyance and proceeded to drag him out of the château and towards his motorcycle. back then, you had been deathly afraid of the vehicle that you liked to call a ‘death trap’, but after countless times of riding in the back of it with jj, you learned to trust him and his beloved motorcycle. you were his little backpack, as he liked to call it. you knew he would never let anything happen to you, especially since he insisted that you were the helmet at all times, despite voicing your wishes of letting the wind blow through your hair and feeling it on your face.
after visiting countless of stores and with multiple bags held by jj, you gasped once you saw an empty photobooth. you happily dragged him towards it by the hand that was less full. jj hadn’t complained a single time, the smile on your face and the way your eyes sparkled whenever you bought something that you liked was like a reward to him, especially when he was the one buying you something with his hard earned money, despite you feeling bad every time.
the chair of the booth was small, so you found yourself sitting on top of the boy’s lap as you faced the camera and waited for the countdown. what jj didnt know, is that you had something very important to tell him.
“don’t make ugly faces”, you jokingly warned him.
once the countdown had reached zero, the first pose you and jj did was a normal one. two cute and happy smiles for the camera, with the sides of your faces softly pressed against each other and your arms wrapped around his shoulders.
in the second photo, you turned your face towards jj and pressed a soft kiss on his cheek, causing the boy to smile wider than he had before.
before the click for the thirs picture went off, you leaned a bit closer towards jj’s ear. “i love you so much”, you softly whispered.
the boy turned to you in disbelief at what he had heard, a look of genuine surprise on his face as he stared at you with a soft gaze and hearts in his eyes.
before the last click went off, jj gently wrapped his hand around your throat and pulled you in for a deep kiss, just in time for the camera to capture it.
“i love you more”.
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stxrslut ¡ 1 month
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Rafe x chronicmigraine!reader headcannons
🎀 I feel like he’d be so so in tune with you, waking up one morning while you’re still asleep and he can just see your eyebrows furrowed in premature discomfort.
already getting up and fetching your painkillers, ice pack, sick bowl, snack, and anything else he deems you’ll need. making sure to be quiet while he dims the lights and shuts all 4 blackout curtains.
when you start waking up he’s kneeling right there, already rubbing your temple gently as you let out a cry, “hey hey, I know sweetie, you’re okay.”
🎀 he definitely gives you chocolate syrup after you’ve swallowed a pill cause he knows you hate them and the way they taste.
🎀 Idk about you guys but whenever I have a migraine I will literally be vomiting at random times with no warning.
feel like Rafe has absolutely dad reflexes when it comes to it tho. just randomly appearing with a bowl under your chin, pulling your hair back, instructing you to “open your mouth sweetie. you got it.” as he starts to run a hand up and down your back. and you’re just like ?? how tf did u know.
🎀 cupping the back of your head when he makes you drink water!! and best believe he’s setting a timer every fifteen minutes so he doesn’t forget to remind you!!
🎀 if you ever get a migraine in public and there’s not really away to get you out of there he is mad at the world. snapping at everyone but you.
just finding the most secluded place he can and holding you to his chest so your eyes are covered, big hands over your ears to try and make you as comfortable as possible while you just cry cause you’re in so much pain :( talking to you in that soothing voice he reserves only for his favourite girl.
🎀 he’s definitely getting up at whatever time in the night to get you some warm milk to soothe you. also replacing your heat / ice pack while he’s there.
🎀 he loves you so much. he is the most patient, never complains. he is always always understanding, will always do everything to help you.
you are Rafe Cameron’s soft spot.
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flowercrowngods ¡ 11 months
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part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 4 (these make one big story, you won't understand this part without the others)
day 05: together
If Steve was trembling before, he’s shaking like a leaf now — or it feels like he is, with his heart beating in his throat, his knees locked tight or they’d buckle and give out, and his hands clenched into the blanket, holding it around him like a shield.
But there is nothing in this world to shield him from Eddie. Maybe that’s why he’s shaking. Maybe that’s fifteen years of energy coursing through him, all coming down to this. 
He can hear the steps down the hall and he wants to close the door and hide forever. He wants to run out and meet Eddie halfway, he wants to stay right where he is and be found, wants to find for himself. 
And then there he is; the glorious vision that is Eddie Munson. Even in the dark, even when it’s only his silhouette visible to Steve, even when his hair looks flatter than he remembers. Steve’s breath hitches and his eyes fill with tears again, helpless against the onslaught of I missed you, I missed you, I missed you. 
It’s so strong, this tidal wave, replacing all the air in his lungs with lead and feathers alike — but either way, he cannot breathe. It hitches pathetically, and he knows he should move, knows he should say something, anything; but there are no words. None but those three. I missed you. I missed you. I miss you.  
They’re both just standing there, suspended in space and time and emotion together. 
But then Eddie moves, twitches his hand as if wanting to reach for Steve, but halts his motion, insecure if that’s allowed. Steve doesn’t know either. 
“Hi,” Eddie breathes after a while, and his voice is so gentle, so careful like he’s sure Steve is about to break. Or like he himself is about to break, and he doesn’t dare move, lest the universe catches up on it. 
“Hey,” Steve whispers, tugging the blanket tighter around his shoulders. 
They still don’t move, time has not yet kicked back into motion, allowing them a drawn out moment of trying, trying, trying not to fall apart. 
“I missed you,” Eddie says. And Steve whimpers. The moment is broken, his knees are no longer locked, but instead of falling to the ground like he half expected, he stumbles forward to pull Eddie into a hug. Strong, warm arms wrap around him instantly, holding him tighter than they ever have before. Eddie’s never held him like this. 
But Eddie has never lost him either. 
The thought of that, of what they’ve done, what they’ve gone through, makes Steve blink away more tears as he buries his face in Eddie’s neck. 
“I missed you, too.” He sniffles. “So much. I’m sorry.”
“Me too, Stevie. I’m sorry.” 
You have nothing to be sorry for, Steve wants to say. You’re just happy. You deserve to be happy. 
He doesn’t say anything, though, just stays right where he is, hugging Eddie. Holding him as if he would slip through his arms and out of his life if he let go. And he would. But Steve’s not ready for that, not yet, not ever. So he holds him. Holds him even as Eddie slowly walks them into the apartment, closing the door behind himself with one arm, the other still around Steve, and then leans back against it. 
So they don’t have to keep themselves and each other upright. So they can just be two boys hugging. And crying. Because Eddie’s breath is uneven against Steve’s hair, and they’re both crying softly, quietly, as Eddie’s hand strokes through Steve’s hair. 
“I missed you,” he says again, and Steve holds him tighter, nods into his neck, biting his lips so he doesn’t spill any more truths between them. 
Steve doesn’t know how long they stand there, doesn’t know if time is back at work around them, if the world is spinning again. All he knows is that he would fall if he let go. All he knows is that he’s already falling. 
But at some point there are no quiet tears left and he’s not shaking as much anymore, his head a little clearer, aware that Eddie is humming some nonsense melody in that same way he always used to when Steve just needed a good hug and a cry. 
I love you, he almost says. It’s on his tongue, and for a moment he wonders if he did say it, haze and reality too closely linked, leaving him floating and reeling and aching. 
When he eventually pulls away from Eddie’s embrace, he can feel those pretty, brown eyes on him even if it’s too dark to see them; and Steve looks back. They both sigh a little, unalterably in sync with one another, and Steve smiles a little. But now that reality is back, so are the past few months. So is the engagement. And so is the fact that there’s no way to solve this but to go their separate ways, at least for a while. 
A pit replaces his heart once more, sucking all the tenderness out of this moment and leaving him brittle and breaking once more, vulnerable to Eddie’s touch, his smiles, his everything. Vulnerable to the world with or without Eddie. 
“Can we talk?” Eddie says after a while, his voice sounding just as small and insecure as Steve feels, and it’s wrong, it’s so wrong, they don’t sound like that around each other. They don’t feel like that, they don’t talk like that, they don’t — God, when did it all go so wrong?  
“Yeah.” Steve nods, stepping away from Eddie and heading towards the couch. 
Eddie joins him, taking a seat on the other end of the couch, so far away yet somehow still too close, and all Steve wants to do is reach out and pull him closer. He squeezes his eyes shut and massages his temples, like it would get rid of the bone-deep, physical yearning that has taken over his body. 
“Why were you around?” he asks lamely after Eddie doesn’t make any move to talk first. 
“Couldn’t sleep,” Eddie said. “I don’t know if… I mean, yeah, obviously you got my call. Uh. I couldn’t sleep so I just walked around. And then you called.” 
“And then I called.” 
Eddie nods. Steve figures that he should have gone and turned on the light, but maybe it’s good that they can’t read each other. Maybe it’s good that they don’t have to look at each other for this. 
Silence falls, and Steve wonders for a brief, panic-filled second if they’ve forgotten how to talk to each other. If silence is all there ever will be again. 
But then Eddie, glorious, wonderful, brave Eddie scoots closer on the couch. “Turn around?” 
And it’s muscle memory to listen to Eddie, to do as he requests, especially when he asks like that. With that hopeful little voice. 
I love you. 
Steve turns, gasping a little when there’s warmth against his back and Eddie’s head resting against his. 
“What are you doing?” he asks, his voice gone with how close and how warm Eddie is. 
He can feel Eddie shrug against his back. “Changing the world.” 
And then there they sit, their backs leaning against each other, their heads resting together. And Steve can breathe again. 
“I just have to tell you something. But… If I’m already losing you, it won’t make a difference. If you hate me or something, you—“
“Eds—“ 
“No, Stevie. Uh, please listen? I just, I need you to know. To understand, at least this one thing. Think I’ll explode if I don’t tell you.” He laughs a little, but it’s more a sign of his nerves than anything else. 
Steve breathes a little, “Okay,” filling the silence with a permission, a promise, a question. A little word that could make him or break him. 
Eddie’s hand comes searching beside him, and with that same muscle memory, Steve reaches out and takes it, linking their fingers together and feeling one puzzle piece of a world that has fallen apart settling back into place. Eddie’s hand in his. Holding on. 
“Okay,” Eddie breathes right back, building a bubble for them in which they can just be themselves and whisper little okays like promises. A bubble in which they can hold hands and sit together and rest, just for a second. Even though they’re both still trembling, their hearts still racing, their voices still breaking. “Okay. Here goes nothing.” 
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(sorry if i missed anyone just give me a shout if i did <3) and thanks to everyone who said nice things about this 🤍🌷
come back tomorrow/later for true & misunderstandings | read part 6 here
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chrollohearttags ¡ 4 months
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I heard you wanted some muscian Eren thirst so I'll do my best:
What if Ms. YN (back before she & Eren got matching/couple tattoos) got a custom temporary tattoo of her man's name & placed it like a tramp stamp? What if that night when she's performing with her crew she posts some spicy pics flashing the fake tattoo waiting for Eren to notice.
What if he noticed & when she gets home home & starts to undress she feels his hand travel up her body, bending her over the counter as he lifts her shirt to see his name just above her ass? Now YN's gone & awaken his need to mark her. Poor thing, she didn't expect him to damn near break her but she plans to surprise him with a cute lil permanent "E" on her ankle if this is the reaction a fake tattoo got. She ends up walking funny the next day for sure.
OMG BABES!! you’re an absolute genius 😭 I love this so bad chdkhdkd
because imagine…you’re on tour, traveling the country or it’s your first time performing internationally. Either way, you’ve been apart from Eren for quite some time. Although dancing on stage and living the dream with your girls is amazing, you miss your husband! Neither of you are strangers to extended periods of separation due to work. Long nights on the road, weeks at a time in different locations that wasn’t the home you shared together. It admittedly took its toll, in many forms…
“Yes, baby..I miss you too. I miss you so much..”
“So come home already. Please, (y/n)..I need you.”
the shrill cries and whiny pleas spilling from your beloved, EJ. The sound of the mega star rapper’s moans pouring from your phone’s speakers as he stroked himself on the end. That tight fist enclosed around his cock as he played the very vivid imagery of your previous nights together in his mind. It was quite apparent that he wasn’t taking too kindly to his wife being thousands of miles away from him. Watching you vicariously through a phone screen as he surveyed that beautiful body. Once twirling on the pole half nude and shrouded in glitter and now, completely naked and on full display for him. So egregiously horny with no shame for his blatant submission. Drooling and bucking his hips up into his enclosed fingers..
“Baby..I can’t..soon as I get home though. You know imma take care of you, daddy. Imma give you what you need..”
a statement he intended for you to follow through on. Because in the days since that very salacious phone call, he’d hand nothing but time and unbridled obsession on his hands..carefully surveying and watching your Instagram account like that of a hawk. Breaking his very own conditions on social media just to get a peak of his princess..his gorgeous wife who was fresh off of a performance with one of his respected ‘colleagues’, who’d joined the tour as well. Spinning around that metal pole with six inch Pleasers twirling in the air. A sight that he loved to witness. But alas, Eren would be met with another one. One far more savory and the catalyst for his greed and lust. The same greed and lust he’d undoubtedly take out on you the second you touched down back at the shared Miami estate!..
“You gonna give me what I need, right? That’s what you said?..so do it, give me that fucking pussy!”
tearing and ripping you out of your clothes before you could even so much as reach the staircase! Folding you over the kitchen counter with a rough hand scaling the curvature of your back. His open palm smacking roughly against your plump ass with heavy slaps…he was relentless! However, the reason for his sudden aggression wasn’t just the fact that he missed you. No!..but rather, the aforementioned sight had awoken something serious in him. The need to make love..the need to mark and claim you like that of a primal animal!
“..Rennn! Okaaay, fuck! Take it, please..”
because what he saw was a rather interesting piece of ink riddling your skin. A tattoo…and one of his name to be more specific! Something he was blissfully unaware that you had obtained. The fact alone that you had did so and behind his back nonetheless had Eren ready to pound that that tight pussy and fill it with every spilling drop of his cum until you couldn’t even walk straight. “You’re so sneaky, baby. I like that shit..didn’t think I’d see it, did you?” taunting mercilessly as he begins to rut his hips into your backside. The thunderous claps of your asscheeks against his pelvis with fluid yet deep strokes, one sharper than the next. All you could do was maintain that perfect arch and grasp for the marble countertop with all your strength to bear the sharp thrusts. But it wasn’t a reaction of misery. You loved it! You loved seeing him become so riled up at the thought of having you stamped with his seal. Clawing his fingernails into your waist and tugging you back with sharp gasps hissing in your ear.
“Tell me it’s mine, baby. Let daddy know who that shit belongs to..” the pure sex appeal dripping from his voice like that of honey. But he didn’t have to take your word for it. Because after countless rounds of rough and filthy lovemaking in every inch of the house. Taking you from the kitchen, the staircase and even the upstairs balcony for all the nights of pent up sexual frustration, you’d find yourself stumbling lopsidedly to the tattoo parlor. The shop where he’d gotten countless pieces on his own body done. Sitting upright in a chair as the artist engraved a single capital ‘E’ on your skin; right next to the diamond tennis anklet with his initials on it. Simply smirking at the thought of his reaction…and you didn’t have to wait long. Because nightfall would come around and you’d find yourselves engaging in another bout of steamy sex. This time in the comfort of your bedroom with R&B faintly thumping from the TV..pale red lighting illuminating the room and his chiseled body hovering over you. Placing tender kisses along your calf as he hoisted your leg up to his shoulder. Those movements getting lower as his rings grazed your skin. He’d whisper sweet nothings to compliment those pecks, telling you how beautiful you were but his reaction would turn from merely elated to all but ecstatic when he spotted it…
“You like it?..”
being met with a toothy smirk and the faint glint of his silver slugs on the bottom row of his teeth staring back at you. That was most certainly an understatement because he’d prove to you just how much he loved seeing you rock his name. Both physically and metaphorically..
“..that’s my girl..”
and soon, everyone else would too!
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tteokdoroki ¡ 1 year
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i fink tomura is the most desperate kind of fuck <3 i think he humps your cunt ‘til his dick is flushed red & sore <3 he makes the little hero cum herself dumb on his mouth ‘n then dumps a load on your asscheek <3
૮ ͈>◡< ͈ა warnings — smut, mdni 18+, overstimulation, cumplay, oral sex, multiple orgasms, fem!reader.
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:(( ooweee shiggy is so nasty — he’ll keep cumming on you even after you’re all done and spent. slapping his lengthy cock against your swollen folds, groaning n whining at how you twitch under his tip while he spreads that thick whiteness all over your raw and ravaged pussy.
tomura teases himself too, gently plunging into your slick heat, just the tip though, and shallowly fucking you until his hips hurt from rutting into your puffy mound as it clamps down on him :( he’s made a mess of the pretty hero but he won’t admit how much you absolutely wreck him. make him a shaky mess of limbs on top of you, too weak to even fold your legs into your shoulders as he pushes his wet, sloppy cock deeper and deeper.
poor baby, even the slightest squelch from your cunt has his dick leaky all over again, spewing more of his thick hot seed against your insides— tomura fucking it deeper into you as it froths around the base of his cock and leaks down his heavy balls. but then he’s gotta taste you, shakily making his way between your thighs to suckle on that cute little clit, lick your pussy till she’s squirting about the place and forcing his cum to ooze out of your quivering hole </3
tomura’s so greedy :( licking it up before the mix can slide between your ass cheeks— humping the sheets to your sweet moans, he doesn’t care if it hurts to orgasm again, he just wants to soil the little hero and claim you with a load all over your pretty body.
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hyewka ¡ 1 year
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dude sub!beomgyu is so hot. but you know what's hotter? bratty, possessive sub!gyu. maybe i'm biased cuz i like my men like that but likeeeee
wanna overstimulate him so bad until he's crying and whining for more 😵‍💫😵‍💫 n he probably acts like a bitch at the start, acting all confident and dominant.. yet the second you start fucking him he just folds :(
literally pushing my obsessive sub gyu agenda on everyone but he'd probably fuck you after seeing you getting all close with someone else as a way to show dominance 😵‍💫 gyu seems like the type who'd overstim himself inside of you too, moaning shit like "you're mine" as he chokes on his sobs.. might as well flip him over and let him know he belongs to you only :))
anyways i'm kinda hungry 😍
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warnings; sub!yandere-ish beomgyu, cockwarming, mentions of overstim? hair pulling, reader’s equally obsessive sorta, not proofread
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You twist your sore wrist, trying to relieve the pain Beomgyu you think, or at least hope, had unintentionally inflicted. But with the way he's been increasingly needy the more time you had spent shopping, the more you're sure it was far from an accident.
So it was no surprise how fast he got you on the bed when you finally went back home.
“You’re so mean to me.” he mutters in the crook of your neck, breath hot against your skin. Beomgyu has you pinned under him, his hold unforgiving, pressing down on your body. “You do it on purpose. Make me so fucking crazy, I hate it.”
You flutter your eyes shut when his lips make contact with your sensitive flesh, the slight nip making you breathe heavier. “Beomgyu.” you try warning, to stop him from going further, but it only spurs him on.
Earlier, you stumbled upon Jeongin-- your old highschool friend, while window shopping with Beomgyu by your side. Naturally, you'd want to catch up as you haven't seen him since the last highschool reunion which was two years ago. The longer you spent enthusiastically talking, the more you felt Beomgyu's fingertip dig into your wrist.
You figured he was jealous, and when Beomgyu was jealous, he was different in the sense that he needed reassurance. A lot of it.
When he starts sucking harshly, marking all over your neck down to your collarbones, hips increasingly grinding against your clothed core, his grunts ceasing to be an act slipping his neediness against your skin, you run up your hand to the back of his head grabbing a fistful— you were always fine with his desperation to give you hickeys whenever he felt insecure, laying pliant and letting him cover you with varying purple splotches but the drawn line was always him fucking you.
And that was exactly what he was trying to do, whore.
You yank his head back and the horny dog has no shame letting the blush creep up his cheeks even when he hisses out a curse. “Who gave you the right to grind against me?”
“What? I can’t try to fuck my girlfriend but you can go around whoring with—"
He shrieks when you pull his hair again, his scalp burning, tears already brimming on his waterline. “You have such a filthy mouth pup, I ought to put it to better use, no?”
His eyes still have the audacity to look down at you. You sneer, a soft scoff escaping your lips. Beomgyu has always been one to try and dom during sex, which you wouldn’t mind if it weren’t for the fact that you knew the poor boy was weak after a single twist to his bud.
After a few beats of silence, you decide to pull him down for a quick kiss, a mix of saliva and tongue, before you abruptly stop reciprocating and Beomgyus left whimpering against your lips urging you to continue. You put your hand on his chest, getting him to reluctantly pull away. “No. You have to fix your attitude first.”
He shakes his head, “You’re the one whos been talking about Jungwoon or whatever his name is—"
“Jeongin.”
“I don’t care! You couldn’t shut up about him the entire way here! I hate it. It feels like he could sweep you off your feet when I’m not paying attention and then—and then you’ll…” his assertive demeanor cracks in a flash, his face flushed, lower lip quivering up into a pout, “You’ll leave me and, and—“
You don’t let him finish, flicking his forehead to which his hand immediately fly up to rub as if you just smacked it. “Ouch? What was that for?”
“You’re such a dumb boy.” You say shaking your head. “I mentioned Jeongin once. Once during our way here because you seemed so bothered by how we knew each other.”
You weren’t lying, proven by the way Beomgyu tries to counter your point, but closes his mouth after nothing comes out. A sly smile, and your hands already sneakily sliding up his loose hoodie, thumb finding their way to graze his already hard nipples, “Baby boy got stupid jealous just because I talked to a guy, huh?”
His arms that were holding him up, pinned next to both sides of your body had started to tremble. So fast, it was almost comical.
“Shut up. He wasn’t just some guy. He was totally into you.”
You rub his bud in circles, cooing at how his hair falls over his face, as he tries to gain composure. “Really? You thought he was checking me out too?” you tease, making sure to catch him off guard with a random pinch.
His body jerks, a strained exhale leaving his lips before hes too weak to keep himself up anymore, head falling to bury itself in the crook of your neck, getting you to feel his bulge against your thigh. He was already giving up.
“Stooop.” he whines, continuing to rub his crotch on your inner thigh. “You’re so mean to me.”
You decide to give it up, instead twirling a strand of his soft hair as he gets more and more feverish against your leg. “N-no more teasing. Have to be inside you.” he finally breathes out, a call of desperation, so needy Beomgyu was.
Beomgyu who’s too impatient to fully take off your skirt, only pulling them up before he bunches up your panties to the side, his tip barely protruding your entrance before he pushes in his red dick in, so inexperienced and stupid, shuddering as he keeps his cock buried.
“You have to move pup.” you instruct lightly, trying to fuck yourself on his dick, but it proves impossible as Beomgyu shakes his head adamantly.
His breathing is heavy, dumb mind already filled with esctasy, head finding comfort in the warmth of your shoulder, cock drilled so deep inside he might go insane with your warmth, “Wanna stay in here forever."
“And ever.” he sighs, sucking on your abused hickeys again. “So you’ll never leave.”
It should’ve been concerning, a red flag to look back on but what happens if you feel the same way? Having him only be by your side.
Beomgyu who finally starts moving, ever so slightly, moaning with each small sharp snap into you. It takes you by complete shock when his pace goes a complete 180, Beomgyu becoming crazed, his thrusts quickly becoming sharp and erratic, so similar to his humping earlier with no particular rhythm, hammering into you, each love proclamation as tears waste no time to stain his cheeks, body shuddering with his head feeling light, drool trickling down under his chin, “Mine, mine, mine. Jeongin can’t have you like this. You’re mine.”
His body presses against yours, leaving no room for breathing, kissing you so roughly, yet his soft lips are a contrast, “I only belong to you. Nobody else—ha!”
His hips stagger, lanky body once looming over you so weak and frail. “N-no! Am cumming, cumming—“ he babbles so loudly, the sight so beautiful, his lashes more pronounced with the wetness of his tears. He belongs to you, he’s right. Just pressing against where his nipples are gets him to cum prematurely. You smirk feeling smug, even when simply the sound of his cute moans has you weak. You feel his hot load shoot inside you, bad boy.
He tries to catch his breath, clearly dumb fucked, chest heaving, as he falls to your side on the bed. You don’t let the boy get away so easily after not even making sure you finished.
The terrified look in his eyes as you swiftly get on top of him, switching positions was enough for you to know that this was going to be a long fucking night.
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