Judgmental Nerd ! Eren X Bimbo Y/n Pt.2 (wc: 3101)

judgmental nerd ! eren x bimbo y/n pt.2 (wc: 3101)

warnings: nsfw

It's pathetic.

Borderline insane. You should not be thinking about this. You're you.

But it's nearly impossible to stop thinking about the nerd. About that annoying freak and his creepy hands and how they touched you...how you liked them, fuck did you like them. How you still can't stop thinking about him an entire month later.

You're gorgeous, the most popular girl at your school, everyone wants you and yet...you can not stop thinking about him. Day and night, night and day, in your classes, during cheer practice, doing homework, in your bedroom late at night. Fuck, especially in your bedroom late at night.

All you can picture when the lights are off and the moonlight is shining through your window are thick rimmed glasses, fiery eyes that look at you with such intense disgust and lust and those stupid gorgeous lips of his that always twist up into an annoyed scowl or condescending smirk. You hate it, despise it.

People like you should not be thinking about freaks like him.

Freaks like him should not be able to make people like you feel this way. Freaks like him should not be allowed to think they can ignore people like you after pulling a stunt like that.

He's ignoring you. Well...not exactly ignoring . The study sessions continue, but you've only had three since then and he has not mentioned what happened at all. Not even a look in his stupid nerdy eyes could expose what he did...what you both did. It's like he's blocked it out.

And the audacity. You can't stop thinking about it while he has the nerve to carry on like nothing happened? Freaking prick.

You twirl your pencil, a habit you know annoys him as you lean back in your chair. "I don't get this."

He rolls his eyes, stopping his incessant typing as he looks up at you. Your stomach flips at the attention. "You're supposed to be helping me." You pout.

"I helped you with the first four. Do this on your own."

You roll your eyes, staring down at the paper, not reading a thing. All you want to do is hear his voice again. He can't treat you like this. He's supposed to be the one going insane right now, not you. You take out your cherry lipgloss, applying some on your lips before making a loud smooch noise. He sighs, annoyed. "Do you really need lip gloss right now?"

"I have to keep my lips moisturized. I have a hot date after this."

“Hmmm.”

"With Reiner."

"Hmm."

"We're going clubbing."

"You call that a date?"

"What exactly is your definition of a date, nerd?" You can't help but smile, finally reeling him into conversation.

"Not a dirty club where you'll probably get killed the second you step in there. Maybe kidnapped. Definitely kidnapped. You'd probably willingly go into that cliche white van, ignoring any common sense."

You scoff. "Reiner will be with me all night. He can actually protect me unlike scrawny nerds." You cross your legs, making sure his eyes travel to your soft, shiny legs. You made sure to wear a skirt today, drenching yourself in vanilla oil and perfume. His eyebrows raise for the littlest second before looking away.

"I'm sure the meat head can." He goes back to typing.

You frown, looking around the room. It happened in this very room and yet...he acts like this is normal. Just a normal study session with normal people who have a normal relationship.

"Can you stop gawking like an idiot and finish the questions?"

"What's your problem?" You impulsively and stupidly ask.

"Excuse me?"

"You—I—never mind."

"No, carry on." He smiles, that stupid smug smile as he crosses his arms over his chest. "You've been staring at me like I kicked your puppy for a month now. Always glaring at me in class, in the hallways. Like a stalker."

"I'm the stalker?"

"Yes. Stalker."

"You're the freak who made a move on me, grabbed me that day and—and you know what you did. And then for you to prance around like you're better than me—"

"You're still thinking about that?" He laughs. A sound that's downright mean as he throws his head back. "Don't you have thousands of suitors vying for your attention?"

"Obviously I do, I'm not you. It was just—a very rude thing to do."

"You sure seemed to like it." He mutters, going back to his typing. "You've humped and dumped countless times. Does it not feel so great when it's done to you?"

"Don't flatter yourself. You're too insignificant for me to feel hurt by you."

"And yet you're still yapping."

Annoying ass piece of shit. Your fingers clench around your pencil. "Do you think you have the high ground you here? You're nothing. I could have the entire football team beat your skinny ass into a pulp."

"Sign me up if it means I don't have to listen to your annoying screech of a voice."

Your chest is burning with pure rage at this point. How can someone like him act so—he's nothing. He's mush. A tiny, minuscule bug. Eren sighs, running his fingers through his hair once he eyes the anger on your face. "Look, princess." He stands up, taking too slow steps to stand by you. But once he does, you can hardly breathe as his fingers graze your cheek.

"I know it may seem hard to believe but not everyone is going to be obsessed with your pretty face and empty head." His thumb goes to your lip, softly rubbing it. Your breath hitches, nails digging into your palm and stomach tingling as he looks into your eyes.

"It was one time thing. Get over it."

His finger is gone in an instant, forcing you to take a breath you weren't aware you were holding. He sits back down. "Sessions over. Finish question five by tomorrow. You can leave now."

Get over it?

Oh you're over it.

You'll show him just how over it you are.

Okay, maybe your definition of over it isn't really the same as everyone else's.

Far from it actually. People who are over it don't dedicate their time to messing with the life of the person they're trying to prove they don't care about. The lengths you'll go through to anger Eren surprises you, you've never put this much effort into anything really.

But to see that look in his eye. The pure annoyance and anger fills you up with more satisfaction than anything else.

You barely had to plead for Reiner to mess with the stupid nerd in physics class. A simple bat of your eyelashes and he was your loyal dog. At first it started simple, you slamming Eren's locker shut while he was using it, almost taking his fingers off in the process.

That didn't really do much. All he did was scoff as he said. "That desperate to get my attention?"

As if you need his attention.

His smugness only grew so obviously so did your anger.

Then it escalated to Reiner pushing him into the lockers, the wall, any surface really as you two passed by him in the hallway. That also did nothing. Then you went to elementary school tactics and tripped him in the lunch room. That was enough for him to glare daggers at you, evoke a type of rush you've never felt before. Excluding that night.

The taunts continued. Pouring milk into his shoes during gym practice, stealing his clothes, shoving him into more lockers and walls. But still, all he gave was a simple glare before walking away.

Why did he blow up that one night? You insulted him yes but you've been insulting him for days now and nothing. Is he really over it? A simple hump and dump and that's it? It's annoying. You hate to admit it but it is.

Eren still continues to tutor you. You don't know whether it's to show he really could care less about your antics or simply cause he enjoys playing teachers pet that badly but he still continues. He only talks about homework, about the numbers and shapes you need to memorize. Never about what's actually important.

"Do you have any parents?" You find yourself asking one day. His eyes peer up, distaste clear in them as he grunts. "What?"

"Parents? This is the millionth time I've come to your house and I haven't seen a single car in the driveway."

"It's none of your business."

Your eyes travel to his wrist, there's a slight bruise there. Probably courtesy of Reiner and his goons. Should you apologize?

"So no? What, were you abandoned as a baby the second they saw that hateful little glint in your eye?" You hum, placing your chin on the back of your hands as you lean in. You're wearing a very thin shirt today, no bra and he notices. Of course he notices but says nothing, only glances for a second too long before flickering his eyes away.

"My father visits his other family once in a while and my mothers comes and goes when she wants.”

Other family?

"My daddy has another family too. A daughter from some waitress he liked too much, he spends most of his time with them."

"Of course you call your dad daddy." He snorts.

"Why? Would you I prefer I only call you that?" You tease.

His eyes do widen at that but quickly replaced with with a look of neutrality. "You're disgusting."

"Really? I'm the disgusting one here?" You tilt your head. "I still remember your words from that night, Yeager. You're a little freak."

"Fuck off." He says with finality, his cheeks reddening just a tad.

A blush? That’s certainly new.

Another month passes and just when you think all hope is gone, it comes hurling at you tenfold.

It's late. Well nine-ish, you've just come back from cheer practice. Straight out of the shower, wet hair, only in a oversized shirt and panties when you open you the door to see the little bastard.

He's standing there, on your front porch. Drenched in...syrup? You're not sure what as you stare at the red liquid staining his clothes and hair, running down his glasses. His hands are balled into fists, beady little eyes staring at you like you're the bane of his existence. You laugh, leaning against your doorframe. "The hell happened to you?"

"Your fucking idiot of a dog poured koolaid on me. Koolaid."

"What do you want me to do about that?" You smile. "I think it's a fine look. Makes you stand out unlike your mundane—"

Then it happens.

He takes a step forward, stepping through your door, into your house. You immediately step back, eyes widening. "What are you—"

He slams the door shut behind him, grabs you by the hair and pushes you into the wall in the blink of an eye. You wince as your back connects with the wall, head bouncing a little. Ow. You sound feel scared, annoyed, enraged but you only feel burning lust as you look into those eyes. "You're that much of a coward you couldn't stand up to Reiner, you had to come bitch to me?"

"Shut up." He seethes, inches away from you. "This is all your fault. No one told you to become obsessed with me, you fucking idiot."

"Obsessed?" You laugh. "In what world would I—"

His fingers are closing around your throat. "Shut up." He whispers, strained like he's trying to control himself. "You're so fucking annoying, it kills me."

You're the annoying one? "You're the one who—"

His fingers dig into your shoulders, forcing you down on your knees. You inhale sharply, knees hitting the marble floor with an audible thud. You're breathless, it's only been a couple seconds and you're already gasping for air. He stares down at you like you're nothing. His eyes boring into yours as he unzips his ugly kakhi pants. "I'm so sick of you. You're so entitled and spoiled and annoying."

You could say the same about him. You never knew a human being could be so damn vexing.

"Day after day of dealing with your shit." His fingers dig into your hair, inching your head towards his now exposed cock. He thrusts in, giving you a second to adjust as he slides more inside of you. You try not to gag, not wanting to give him the satisfaction. But if you took it a like pro, he would just call you a skilled whore. He makes sure every last inch is lodged deep in your throat, feeling your throat constrict around him. Your fingers dig into his legs, feeling drool fall down on the floor.

Fuck. You should hate this. You should but you can feel your pussy dampening, your body burning with arousal as his moans echo through the big space. "You never face any consequences do you? You just do whatever you like, whenever you like. It's infuriating. You just push and you push until you win."

Is this what you winning feels like? Him getting the blow job of a life time? You would scoff if your throat wasn't busy right now. He pulls you off, yanks you back by the hair and you can't help but stare at the string of saliva connecting you to his cock.

"I'm done with you after tonight. Done with those sessions, with you staring at me like a wounded puppy. After tonight, you return to your brain dead friends and I return to my life. Got it?" He practically orders, fingers pressing into your chin as he lifts you up.

You pant, eyes glossy as you try your best to nod. Even though you both know that's not happening. "Where's your lube?"

"Faster." You moan, curling your arms around Eren's neck.

He takes in your fucked out expression, looks at the sweat coating your skin, the pearly tears on those long lashes, the rapid rise and fall of your chest. He looks almost proud, lips quirking every once in a while at your daze. Minus that, he on the other hand, looks absolutely unfazed. As if you're not squeezing him for dear life, as if he could get this feeling from his own stupid closed fist. It's stupid. He's so stupid.

"Fuck!" You moan, throwing your head back.

"Shut up." He growls. "Cock sleeves don't talk." His fingers are back on your throat, squeezing just a little. A part of you wishes he would apply more pressure, you wish he would go faster, wish he would take and take and take until you have nothing left to give.

The slaps echoing in your house are loud enough to alert the neighbors, the headboard slamming against the wall doesn't make it any better. He leans into your neck, balls deep inside your cunt that's clenching and hugging tight around him. He moans into your neck, damp lips brushing against your skin with every rough thrust. He pushes in mercilessly, your entire body jolting with every pull and push.

"You sound like a damn porn star." He chuckles, leaning his head back to look at you. You tighten at the look in his eyes, at his messy hair and swollen lips. Lips you suddenly want to touch as you grip his hair, pushing his head down for a deep kiss. Your lips move together, tongues touching and more moans spilling out of your lips as he rotates his hips.

"Fuck, Eren please—" You cry out. It's too much. It's all too much as you bathe in your embarrassment. "Ah!" Your back arches as you release, orgasm shuddering through your entire body.

You're not that sensitive. You swear you aren't but whenever it comes to him, it's like you lose all your senses. It's too much. He's too much. Damn nerd.

He chuckles, staring down at your rising chest before taking one of your nipples in his lips. "Stop!" You moan, trying to squat his head away but he stays, sucking and kissing at your breasts as his thrusts slow down to a more rhythmic carnal pace.

“E-Eren, please." Tears are spilling down your cheeks.

"Please what? You've already cummed." He smirks. "Or is that not enough."

"I want—" You shudder at a particularly deep thrust. "I want you to cum inside of me. Please."

He stares down at you, hips stilling for a moment before he curses. "Fuck." Is all he says before he begins his bullying pace again. Cock slamming into you over and over again until you're screaming, nails digging into his back.

And then he cums. Hard. Grunts leaving his lips as he fills you up to the brim. You're both panting as he collapses on the bed, face deep in your pillow as he inhales.

It takes a few minutes for you to return to reality but when you do the stench of sweat and sex instantly hits you. That just happened. For a second time.

You turn to look at him. He's still on your pillow, back you never realized was actually muscled staring back at you. You itch to trace his skin but stop yourself. Pillow talk is never a good idea.

How can a damn nerd like him be so good at this?

He slowly sits up, running his fingers through his beautiful locks before looking at you. You flinch, not sure why. "This was not supposed to happen." He grunts.

And yet it did.

"Keep telling yourself that."

He rolls his eyes, standing up and grabbing his pants. "Call off your dogs before I do something drastic."

You narrow your eyes at him.

"That doesn't involve fucking you."

You lean back into your sheets, basking in the sight of the class nerd getting dressed. "So when's our next study session?"

He clenches his jaw, staying silent for a few seconds before responding. "Friday."

"See you Friday then."

He stops walking inches from the door, pausing for a few seconds before walking back straight to you. He grips the back of your head, holding it still for a second before smashing your lips together. You squeak but he could care less as his lips move against yours.

It's over before it started. Before you can reciprocate and show him what a real kiss looks like. He pulls back, tsking. "You're so fucking annoying."

"You're worst, Yeager."

He rolls his eyes. "See you Friday." He mutters before walking out.

"See you Friday.

I NEED MOREEEEEEEEEE

if you catch my drift…

in which you have a crush on mighty football player! reiner and sasha tries to help you out with it — might make it into a series idk 🤷🏽‍♀️

ik it’s been a few days, but i wanted to mix it up a bit by writing something about reiner <3 i hope you enjoy!

Reiner Braun was a fairly big guy, both inside and out. He used his strong and burly figure to be a part of the college football team and help out with his family’s construction business whenever her came home for the weekend. He had big hands, that he used to do those construction jobs and got frustrated with them when he had to use them to work on smaller projects in his life. And he also had big heart, which he used to allow people to take advantage of him once they got pass the intimidation of his size. And not to mention that he was absolutely gorgeous to look at.

The people that knew him would describe him as some kind of big teddy bear. He was scary to encounter just because of his towering height or the fact that he looked angry all the time, but if someone got him to laugh, smile, or fall in love, he was the absolute sweetest. You of all people knew that because he was in love with you. Because he was in love with you and all things you, you were the person he was most sweetest to. The only downside to his love was that you didn’t know about it, you just thought he was being nice to you as one of his friends.

“Girl take the hint, that man is in love with you!” Sasha tried to drill into your brain for the hundredth time this year. You wanted to believe it, you really did. You even had your own little mini fantasies about how it’d feel to be his but in your mind there was no way he was in love with you over some thin, prissy white girl. Besides, you never saw him look your way so you pretended not to look his way.

You rolled your eyes and continued typing way on your laptop. “I wish..” You mumbled. You did get a bit sad as you thought about it some more. As cool as it’d be to imagine being his girlfriend, going on dates, kissing him, hugging him, and other things, you didn’t think it’d be real life if that actually happened to you.

“I say you should try shooting your shot. What’s the worse that could happen?” You turned to her.

“I get my heart broken and give up on love forever. And besides, everyone knows that dating athletes is a bad idea anyways.” Sasha shakes her head in annoyance as you tried to justify your reasoning to not take a chance at getting with your dream guy.

“Well if you won’t do it, I will— look! there he goes now..” You thought Sasha was playing with you like normal but when you looked towards the entrance to the library, there he was. All handsome in his sweats and jacket. ‘He wore a beanie today’ you thought to yourself and your heart softened at the sight.

“Sasha, don’t do no stupid shit—“

“Too late. Reiner!” He didn’t hear her at first because he had headphones in but he took them off after Sasha yelled his name another four times.

“Oh my god..” You groaned as you tried to do the rest of your work and pretend to be completely unaware that Reiner was on his way to where you were.

“Hey, Reiner~” Sasha cooed and you mentally cringed in your head.

“Hey, um.. you need something?”

“Nope, just wanted to say hi. And I think Y/n wanted to say hi too. Say hi to Reiner, Y/n!” You looked up for a second and waved quickly before narrowing your eyes back down at your screen. He didn’t even have enough time to wave back.

“She seems.. busy.” A small frown crept onto his face but he hoped it wasn’t noticeable. He was kinda sad that you didn’t really seemed to be bothered with him right now, but he just blamed it on the fact that you were busy. So he figured he should just leave you alone.

“I’m gonna go… Bye, Sash.”

Sasha made sure he left for sure before speaking “That was your chance~!” She held onto your shoulders and shook them as she whined.

“Chance at what?” Your words were bumped over with each shake Sasha gave you.

“To talk to him at least!”

She stopped shaking you. “I do talk to him!”

“Yeah right! You two need to have a serious conversation. Like share your traumatic experiences or something to get closer.” You hated to admit it, but Sasha was right. You hadn’t talked to Reiner and when you did, it was always kinda awkward. He’d act weird around you so that’s why you thought that what Sasha was trying to imply was complete bullshit. But in her defense, you could be a little dense.

“Doubt that’ll work.”

“You two are gonna be together, trust.” Sasha declared as she gathered up her things and swung her bag over her shoulder. When Sasha wanted something to happen, best believe that she’ll find a way to make it happen and that’s what worried you.

yes i’m a gatekeeper and a hater. i’m also God’s favorite princess and the most interesting girl in the world

LEMON MERINGUE PIE

SUMMARY: being cowboy!reiner brauns spoiled little wife

WARNINGS: smut, unprotected sex, fembodied!reader, black!coded reader, squirting, creampie, dirty talk, manhandling, clit slapping, breeding kink, daddy kink, overstimulation, p in v, m/f, petnames (sweet thing, darlin', mama, poundcake,and obviously daddy)

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being reiner braun meant hucking hay bales over your shoulder, petting and caring for your cattle, and going into town to sell your goods.

being reiner brauns spoiled little wife meant you never had to lift a finger— only coming home to your tired man who wanted nothing more than to bask in your sweet scent of lemons.

".. reiner," you had your arm hooked around his large bicep with a grin. ".. lemme take a ride on my baby, I bet my meringue misses me."

but that didn't mean you didn't want to lift a finger.

"ya don't have'ta, sweet thing," he glanced down at you through the shade of his cowboy hat. ".. yur a city girl at heart, don't gotta change nothin' f'me." he told you.

you pouted, "I'm aware.. you remind me all the time, but meringue is my horse— don't you remember our first ride together? you, me, meringue, and knight?"

reiner clicked his tongue, "'course I do, darlin'.. ya caught on so quickly it was like ya were a natural— I think I fell for ya then."

you unhooked your arm from his as you approached the white picket fence that connected to the stables. you could spot her from a mile away, with her pretty blonde main and brown fur that faded to white at the hooves. when you first met reiner through a family friend while you visited she immeaditely caught your eye— her mane reminded you of your blond lace front while her fur was the same shade of vrown as your skin.

"..c'mere," reiner whistled at meringue and smacked the fence as he leaned slightly over. you glanced over at him— his sleeves were rolled up on his arms, sweat beads rolling down his slightly tanned skin. ".. c'mere, meringue, mama wants ya!" he called out.

you smiled bashfully as meringue let out a sneeze and began to trot towards the fence.

"city girl or not this is my baby," you grinned as meringue stood before you and you petted her face. ".. hi pretty girl, did you miss me?"

meringue let out a grunt and you looked over at reiner who was just admiring you with a soft smile.

"what are you looking at, sir?" you teased.

he stood up straight and walk towards you, he was so tall— tall and bulky.

"my pretty lil wife, ma'am." reiner replied.

you rolled your eyes and reiner gave your ass a nice smack which earned a surprised squeal from your lips.

he had been holding back from doing that ever since he saw you come outside in those tiny jean shorts, that plaid crop top that showed off your diamond belly-button piercing and allowed your tits to spill— teasing the lace of your bra, and those brand new one inch heel cowboy boots.

"c'mon, mama," reiner leaned into your ear as meringue walked away in the other direction. your breath hitched as he pressed his crotch right up against your ass. ".. don't ya wanna go for a ride?"

being reiner brauns spoiled little wife also meant that for treating you so kindly, like the princess you are, he expects a little something in return whenever he gets hot and heavy after a hard days work.

"r— reiner! rei.. oh my goood.."

fresh out of the shower, reiner almost immeadiately had you sat on his lap— large, calloused hands clung to the fat of your hips while he pounded his fat cock into your pussy.

"yur so pretty, sweet thing," he groaned at the sight of your ass clap everytime his wet pelvis made contact with your skin. you clung at his muscular thighs while your tongue dared to stick out of your glossy lips. ".. ya can take this dick, can't ya? 'gonna let me take care of this sweet pussy?"

you dug your nails into his skin and moaned as one of his hands hooked around your waist and found your swollen clit while other squeezed on your breasts.

"c'mon fuck me back— ride my cock, yeah?" reiner panted, his lips grazing over the skin of your neck. he thrusted up into you while you attempted to grind on his dick, trying to play with yourself at the same time.

"feels s'good," you whimpered as his hot breath teased the crown of your ear. "..makin' this pussy feel so so good, daddy.."

he chuckled, cock fucking deeper into your belly— a slight bulge poking at your skin. your inner thighs were sticky and wet as your slick and his pre-cum smeared messily everytime you both make contact.

"how long we been married, darlin'?" he asked and you whimpered, the shimmer of his golden wedding band filled your vision.

".. d— daddy slow down," you mumbled, thigh muscles clenching as you began to try and match his thrusts. ".. ooh fuck— daddy! d— daddy! ..daddy!"

reiner huffed, ".. holy— take a breath.. 'nd answer me, mama.."

you gasped as reiner hooked his heavy arm under your thighs and yanked them up— practically folding you in half. you watched as his fat cock slipped out of your hole and you let out a whine before he used his freehand to guide it back into your sloppy cunt.

"we uhm," you arched your back against his chest as the curve of his cock brushed right against your g-spot. ".. r— right there! again please daddy.."

reiner groaned and raised his free hand— landing a slap over your swollen clit. you let out a yelp and clawed at his arm while your cunt squeezed tightly around him in response.

"lemme ask ya one mo' time," reiner leaned into your ear and hissed. ".. how long ya been my wife, mama?"

you felt your eyes sting with tears as his heavy hand smacked your stinging clit again, the cool metal of his wedding band adding some type of relief.

".. two," you whimpered softly— hot tears falling down your cheeks. "two years, rei.."

"mhm," he kissed at your salty tears. ".. I think it's 'bout time I made ya a real mama, ain't it?"

you sniffled, ".. 'nd make you a daddy, rei?"

reiner nodded, "yeah.. and make me a real daddy, sweet thing," he grabbed your hand and placed it over the spot in your belly where the tip of his cock poked at your skin. ".. oh fuck we'd make the prettiest lil babies, poundcake— so how 'bout it? ya gonna let daddy breed up this messy pussy?"

"yes," your toes curled at the thought of reiner emptying himself into you. you two had been careful since you met him— condom, birthcontrol, him coming outside, plan b's after almost everytime because better safe than sorry. "yes I wan' it— please breed this pussy daddy.. make me a mama please please.." you begged him.

reiner groaned and slid his freehand in between your legs to rub circles over your clit while he fuck up into you. your jaw fell agape as the only thought that filled your mind became reiner reiner reiner. your stomach churned and an immense amount of pressure filled your belly— something new, something foreign.

"daddy wait," you moaned softly, eyes rounded out as your legs began to tremble in reiners hold. ".. d— daddy somethin's not— it feels w— weird.."

"yur gonna cum, poundcake." he cooed in your ear.

"s'not that— feels like m'gonna," you let out a cry as reiner sped up his movements— every part of you wanted to run away from this feeling, the pressure was so uncomfortable. ".. oh fuck! daddy— daddy you gotta—"

you let out a shakey whimper and your toes curled as the tip of his cock kissed your cervix. your eyes flickered in the back of head while you squirted all over reiners thighs and the bed sheets.

"and here I thought I married just a creamer," reiner scoffed and his tip teased at your cervix again— earning another stream of wetness which landed on your lower belly. ".. yur still not done, poundcake?"

your body slumped against reiner as he used both hands to spread your legs further apart— alowing him to sink deeper into your pussy. you were too focused on the feeling of yourself about to cum some more to be embarassed at how on display you were. pussy puffy, red, and twitching everything time reiner sunk himself back in— the overstimulation had you unable to even form a coherent sentence.

".. fuck im 'bouta cum, mama," reiner moaned— his heavy balls slammed right against your ass. ".. ya still got more in there? go on 'nd finish up f'me then daddy will fill this tight pussy, alright?"

you slipped your hand in between your legs and flicked at your clit, shuddering, "o— oh my.."

the last of your release streamed your pussy and onto the sheets— your chest was heaving as you tried to catch your breath.

reiner sloppily your jaw and stammered, "fuck fuck.. ya done now, mama?"

you nodded shakily, "yes daddy.. please cum in me please.."

he groaned, "alright alright— daddy's got you, sweet thing."

you let out a low moan as reiner buried his face in your shoulder— whimpering into your sweaty skin. the veins in his fat cock pulsed while his balls tightened, and he pressed your body right up against his own— muscles tightening at the feeling of his cum shoot into your warm, tight pussy.

"take it all, mama," he moaned, stubble tickling your neck as he lifted his face from your shoulder. ".. take all of daddy's babies."

being reiner braun's spoiled little wife meant that finally, after getting manhandled and fucked dumb, he would treat you with most care and love he could— making sure you were doing just fine because you deserved it after making him feel so good.

you shivered as reiner let your weak legs go, and he left soft kisses on your upper back. you tried to recollect your thoughts with his softening cock inside of you.

".. I made such a mess." was the first thing you managed to mumble.

reiner sighed, "it's fine, poundcake.. I'll start a bath f'ya and clean up."

you glanced up at him and pouted, "stay with me, reiner."

he let out a small groan, "fine.. we'll bathe together— just let me get the bath started."

you reluctantly nodded and his cock slowly slid out of you. you gasped at the feeling of his cum begin to leak out of your fucked-out hole.

"that ain't good," he chuckled, thin eyebrows risen at the sight. "let's see.."

reiner scooped up what had leaked out of his cum and stuffed it back into you with his thick fingers. you let out a surprised squeak and playfully smacked his arm.

"keep them thighs closed, sweet thing," reiner layed you on the bed and pressed a gentle kiss to your lips once he got up. "and if any of it comes out you push it back in, understand?"

"yes daddy.." you teased.

"ya say that again, poundcake, and I'll right back inside that pussy before ya can blink." he warned you.

you giggled and rested your head on the pile of pillows. reiner stared at you for a moment with hooded eyes before he scratched the side of his head.

"I love you, darlin'.." reiner told you in a shy tone.

you smiled sweetly at your husband, "I love you too, reiner."

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!!!THANK YOU GUYS SO MUCH FOR 1,000 FOLLOWERS!!! I DISSAPEAR SO MUCH SO I DON'T KNOW HOW YOU GUYS DEAL WITH ME LMAO

literally jumped when i saw this “he’s a gym rat who listens to deftones, nirvana, korn, pierce the veil, etc.” like im scared

romantic dreams | jeon jungkook [teaser]

summary: he’s always dreamt of finding his soulmate in some romantic way, bells ringing, birds chirping, maybe even a shine of light over their head. he never imagined to find them living next door to him with absolutely no clue to the extent of the growing infatuation he has toward you until it’s a little too late. hypnotized by your entire existence he finds his dreams and delusions of love to be a little too intense for anyone to bear.

➣ genre/au: yandere jungkook x reader [she/her, female anatomy], neighbors au, smut, angst

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warnings: yandere. smut. jk is obsessed and a stalker. toxic. manipulation. gaslighting. he’s a gym rat who listens to deftones, nirvana, korn, pierce the veil, etc. he watches y/n through cameras. delusional jk. he’s intimidating and a huge asshole to everyone but y/n—like genuinely not a good person lol but he has nipple piercings and a six pack. goth jk. calvin klein jk. y/n is strong minded and a bit cruel at times. dom/sub/switch themes but not intense. rough, passionate sëx. mornings to come. no dubcon/noncon, fully consensual

song inspo: tempest — deftones, and i love her — kurt cobain, blvd. nights — team sleep, new magic wand — tyler, the creator [highly recommend listening so you can get what kind of character Jungkook is]

There was a quickening pace to his heart. Sweat dripped down his forehead that he wiped away with his forearm as he looked at his friend through the mirrored wall. Just behind them he had a clear view of some woman looking at them. His friend noticed her too, “She’s had her eye on you for a while now.”

Jungkook didn’t say anything as he switched with Namjoon and laid down. Namjoon made sure to spot him as he began to bench press, muscles bulging with each set he did.

“I’m serious, man, and she’s hot,” Namjoon looked behind him to catch the girl running on the treadmill as her gaze shifted shyly at being caught. He was getting a little pissed that his friend does not care that he’s being eye fucked at the gym.

This was just like Jungkook too, he never showed any sign of interest in anything. He always had a bored expression on his face like he was waiting for something worth his while to happen. Namjoon’s learned to get over it because if Jungkook didn’t like hanging out with him then they wouldn’t be friends. Jungkook isn’t the type to waste his breath reassuring things like that and he definitely does not waste his time thinking of someone.

If Namjoon got half as many women checking him out as Jungkook does, he would find a girlfriend in no time—but no, he has to stand to aside and watch his friend pay absolutely no attention to any woman who expressed even the slightest hint of interest in him. Maybe he has to applaud Jungkook for this, he seems to have standards and sticks to them because in their years long friendship he’s only met one of his girlfriend’s before. He was extremely private about his sex life too so they never shared any locker room talk and Namjoon has just learned that’s how he is.

“Should we do one more?” Jungkook asked as he placed the dumbbell back into its holders and sat up panting. He looked behind him just slightly and caught sight of the bleached blond on the treadmill. She hasn’t taken his eyes off since she got here and it’s really starting to piss him off.

“Sure,” Namjoon said, switching Jungkook, “I don’t get how you seem to just ignore every woman who looks at you.”

Jungkook looked down at him as Namjoon caught a good grip on the dumbbell, “I wouldn’t disrespect the person I’m seeing by entertaining someone else.”

Namjoon nearly dropped the dumbbell on himself as he jumped up to a sitting position and looked at his friend dumbfounded, “You’re seeing someone?”

That made the corners of Jungkook’s lips turn upward and he tried to bite back a smile, his dimples still showed. Namjoon was no longer sitting and it seemed like the end of their workout so he began to clean the equipment. Jungkook cleared his throat, “Sort of.”

Wordlessly, they began to leave toward the locker room and Jungkook walked right past the blond without sparing her a single glance. He smiled, “Y/n.”

“Huh?” Namjoon asked, “Is that who you’re sort of seeing?”

“Mhm,” Jungkook nodded with a smile that had Namjoon surprised. He very rarely sees this much emotion from Jungkook and compared to his usual cool exterior, this was a bit unsettling. The two went straight for their lockers as they took their gym bags out and got ready to leave. Namjoon cleared his throat, “Do you have a picture? I need a visual of who this person is.”

It was just so sudden after he had these thoughts of how Jungkook showed absolutely no interest in anyone and kept his sex life extremely private. Namjoon always thought it was just because he was a womanizer and didn’t feel like bragging about all the women he’s seeing. It is just surprising that all of a sudden Jungkook would show so much emotion bringing someone up.

Jungkook didn’t give him an answer aside from fishing his phone out of his pocket and immediately showing him his lock screen. Namjoon looked at the picture clearly.

“Wow,” Namjoon said with, “Now I see why you don’t bat an eye at anyone else.”

It was a good candid photo of you, like you didn’t even know it was being taken of you. You were sitting outside having dinner and it was a perfect snapshot of your smile. You were looking at something off camera but Namjoon did have to admit that you were very attractive.

He missed the way Jungkook’s eyes darkened the longer Namjoon looked at your picture and decided to lock his phone and put it away, “Ready?”

“Yeah,” Namjoon said as he grabbed his car keys while Jungkook grabbed his and his helmet, “So why haven’t I met this Y/n, yet?”

Jungkook wasn’t smiling anymore but Namjoon couldn’t see it as he walked behind him, “You know I like things kept private.”

“I mean yeah but… I don’t know, you’ve never brought her up before. When did you start seeing her?” Namjoon asked just trying to have a casual conversation with Jungkook before they split up.

“I said sort of.”

“What?”

“Earlier you asked me if I was seeing Y/n and I said sort of,” Jungkook said with a tightened smile, “No need to bring anyone around yet.”

Namjoon didn’t have a chance to say much after that, Jungkook got on his motorcycle and left with a little wave. This felt like news of the century, Jungkook very rarely smiles the way he smiled when he first brought you up.

Who were you exactly?

You took a deep breath as you unlocked your front door and walked into a pitch black apartment. The light flickered on behind you and a small fluff curled around legs the second you were inside.

“Armani!” Your friend said with a soft gasp as he bent down to pick up the gray Siberian feline. Your cat let Taehyung pick him up and walk him around your living room as you put your things away.

“Looks like your neighbor’s home,” Taehyung pointed out as he stood near the window of your apartment. Armani hopped out of his arms and onto his scratching post where he usually lounged in for naps. “You think he watches you sleep?”

“Shut up,” you told him with a roll of your eyes, “Do you want a drink?”

“Soju?” Taehyung asked with a cheeky grin before looking back to the window, “And you know I’m joking… I’m just saying though, he always has his curtains drawn and sometimes I catch him looking over here.”

“All that’s telling me is that I need to stop inviting you over,” you said as you grabbed a bottle of Soju and a bowl of chips. You couldn’t help but look out your window.

Your neighbor was an attractive man. He had a sleeve of tattoos and a broad chest, a six pack and… nipple piercings. It’s not you’re a creep or anything but he likes to lounge around his living room and bedroom without a shirt on and his curtains open. Sometimes he would step out of the shower with only a tattoo around his small waist as he looked for clothes in his bedroom and you would have to immediately close your curtains so you weren’t a peeping Tom.

He moved in a few weeks ago and since then you’ve found yourself battling over the fact that you’ll never attract a man as gorgeous as him no matter what Taehyung says. Since the beginning Taehyung has believed that your neighbor seems to have a liking toward you.

Your best friend is over at your place more often than not and he’s noticed some things. For instance, the day he moved in Taehyung was over and like the nosy neighbor you were, the two of you stared out the window and watched him unload boxes. Taehyung swears he saw a look in your neighbor’s eyes that immediately disappeared when he saw he was there too.

Then, there was that time when you were having dinner with your friends. Taehyung pointed out seeing your neighbor and how close he was sitting outside and you just brushed it off. He lives in your neighborhood now, that means he mostly frequented the same restaurants as you. He also notes every time your neighbor seems to glance out the window toward your place but you don’t think anything of it. These apartments have poor lighting and the only way you get natural light is by having the windows open. In truth, Taehyung has watched way too many true crime documentaries and has gotten a bit paranoid.

“Whatever,” Taehyung sighed, “I’m just saying, it wouldn’t hurt you to give him a little show and see if you’ll get laid.”

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okok im in the mood for a somewhat yandere Jk bc im still obsessed with his calvin klein shoot. idk this probs isn’t everyone’s cup of tea but it’s mine so 🤭

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#ID: your influencer boyfriend decides to post you for the first time.

warnings: lil social media based, cute stuff, get u a man who’s posting u

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eren was popular on social media. maybe a little too popular, but it didn’t bother you much. the two of you had been dating for almost six months, but his followers were none the wiser. at times you felt like a secret, or like he was trying to be single for his audience, but it’d been six months, and there wasn’t a problem yet. the two of you took pictures, made tik toks and even had youtube videos in the vault with each other. it was only a matter of time before he decided to go public about it.

“i miss you, stupid.” eren said over the facetime call you were on, he was out of state to see his family, leaving you at home. “i miss you, too. but don’t let me stop you from enjoying time with your family.” you replied, halfway paying attention to him and halfway on your show. being as far away as he was, eren realized attached he actually was to you — because he really loved you. and maybe it was time for the internet to know that.

as the two of you talked about whatever came to mind, ranging from your college classes to his youtube ideas, a notification came across the top of your screen. 'erenj mentioned you in their story’. you wondered what it could have been, considering it’s rare he even does things like that.

“eren, what did you just post?” you ask, seeing your follow count immediately go up after the post. “you know what, i actually have to go.. i’ll call you later!” before you could get another word in, he hung up the phone. this wasn’t necessarily how you expected to be shown to the public.. but it was a cute picture.