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[bunnyc0eur]

GIMME THIS PLSOSOS PLSSS :<

PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE I WANT

[purgatory606]

[icedcoffeebabyy]

i fear i need a james potter bf rn.

[spilledstars1234]

We’re gonna be getting a link click light novel?!??!!!!??!!

This is the cover for it, it’s so pretty!<333

Apparently it will be based on the first season of the series.

[hotch-girl]

a chef by day, a CIA agent by night?

MARCUS BROOKS and SYDNEY ADAMU in THE BEAR (2022 — PRESENT)

[hyunpic]

HYUNJIN for WKOREA & VERSACE

[eloiscbridgerton]

BENEDICT & ELOISE BRIDGERTON 3.08 — Into the Light

[aesopsbaby]

He's such an ass but I love him :((!!

[felassan]

DA:TV spoilers under cut.

We know from the Game Informer cover story that Strife and Irelin are in the game. according an actor panel attendee, it was said at the panel that there are (or at least were) recorded lines for Warden Antoine in the game [source]. if Strife and Irelin are both in, and Antoine, maybe Evka is too? :D okay so HEAR ME OUT... in the Missing, Varric and Harding meet Neve, Strife & Irelin, Antoine & Evka, and Teia & Viago. DA: The Missing is a prequel/lead-in comic. The first four people on this list are in. Evka seems like a fair guess since it's both Strife & Irelin, and she's Antoine's partner. therefore.. chances for Teia and Viago to be in the game... increasing??

what if Strife and Irelin are the Veil Jumper 'agents', Antoine and Evka are the Grey Warden ones, and Teia and Viago are the Crow ones?

[julia-loves-cupcakes]

Thirteen datable when?

[mothusband]

gargoyles

[rawbin-hsr]

OMGGG Your latest smut fic is so amazing!!! The smut is absolutely delicious! but....the angst is breaking my heart so...could you please write a continuation or part two where the reader confronts Aventurine's dark internal thoughts and comforts them? A fic where they actually get him to believe that they love him for real, where they tell him that he's not a monster and that he wasn't ruining them.

You've got it ! (˵ •̀ ᴗ - ˵ ) ✧

Aventurine x Reader

You treat Aventurine with more respect than he deserves. (Part 2)

Read part 1 here !

CW: dehumanisation (internal, thoughts Aventurine has of himself, referring to himself as a “monster”), lots of mentions of death, passively suicidal Aventurine, violent imagery (through metaphors, nobody is actually physically harmed), intrusive thoughts, Aventurine thinks kind of vicious things about you (refers to you as "stupid", "brainless", "naive" etc), cursing.

Lmk if there’s anything else I should warn about !!

Small note: Spoiler alert sorry, but you will not completely fix Aventurine in this fic. Making any real progress would take YEARS. The trauma he's gone through and his beliefs about his own humanity are EXTREMELY deep-seated, just one conversation would not be enough to make him truly believe he was loved. Super sorry since I'm sure that's not what you wanted (you specifically requested they "truly get him to believe that they love him for real", but this does still end on a hopeful note so I hope you won't be too disappointed (•ᴗ•,, ) )

Sometimes Aventurine gains enough clarity to remember where he stands. More importantly, he gains enough clarity to remember where you should stand. That is to say, as far away from him as possible. Unfortunately, you are never keen on doing that. 

In these moments of clarity, he distances himself. If you won’t do it, he has to. He needs to. He needs to even when he can feel the little pieces of him that you’ve managed to haphazardly glue together splinter into tiny shards again, even when it feels like every step away is a step walked on shattered glass. He can hardly be called a ‘person’ anyways, what does his suffering matter? He has already lost so many good things, why not add another loss to the tally?

He reads your texts, but he doesn’t respond. He hangs up on you the moment you call. By doing this, he makes sure you know he is alive. Both because he knows it would devastate you if you thought he died, but even more so to make sure you know he is intentionally ignoring you. He hopes at least some part of you hates him. He thinks part of him hates you.

But he can never stay away for long. Like a werewolf called by the full moon; like a vampire to blood; like a siren to a sailor. Thoughts of you always cloud his mind too much to do what is right. He reminds himself he will destroy you. He comes back anyways. He is too selfish not to. 

And you welcome him with open arms every time. Sure, sometimes you yell. Sometimes you berate him. Sometimes you cry. But he never does something beyond the bounds of what you’ll forgive, even though he tries to. You’re patient to a fault. Though he feels bad, he never takes it fully seriously, because you always hold him with so much sweetness, even when your words are filled with righteous anger and justified hurt. You always end it by reminding him that you love him. Something clenches in his chest; something that is not his heart, because he has none. He claims he is sorry, but you both know he will do this again. He always does. You know he will hurt you over and over, even if you don’t know the extent. You know he will test you, that he will ignore you, that he will cling to you and that he will taunt you. You don’t know he will drag his claws through you and tear you to ribbons; you don’t know he will sink his teeth into your neck and drink all your blood; you don’t know he will lure you to sea and drown you. You are never aware of the true danger you are in. 

Maybe that’s why you one day feel comfortable enough to corner the creature that has taken on the appearance of a lover. You sit down next to him in bed one evening after one of his many attempts to push you away, your expression grim. You look straight ahead, right into his dead eyes, unaware that a monster is towering over you. 

“We can’t go on like this,” you say. For one moment, the crushing relief and devastation threatens to consume him, and he’s not sure which of the feelings is stronger. For one moment he can’t breathe. 

He hacks our a laugh, his skin straining. Something is shifting beneath his flesh, something ugly and dangerous. He needs to leave and he needs to do it quickly. 

“You’re right, we can’t,” he agrees, his voice a lot more steady than he feels. He feels the urge to grab you and shake you until you pass out. He feels the urge to suck out your life force until your body is an empty husk. He feels the urge to slam your head into the bathroom sink in the next room over. He feels the urge to shoot himself in the head, because he does not want to do any of that. 

“I love you,” you say, unexpectedly. Or maybe it’s not unexpected. You always say such stupid, brainless things. (You say it with sweetness. The only sweetness he can offer in return is the sweetness of bacteria digesting rotting meat. Is the flesh his, or will it be yours?) He laughs again. 

“I thought we were breaking up,” he says. Smirking, as if it’s funny. (It isn’t.)

“No, we’re really not,” you say firmly. He snorts. 

“Maybe we should.”

You don’t answer. Instead, you come closer. 

Get away, he thinks. Run, you fucking idiot. 

You don’t have many flaws, but the ones you do have are insurmountably big. You are too forgiving, you are too kind, you are too selfless, you are too naive. You will kill yourself doing this one day. You will let him kill you.

Your arms wrap around him. He can’t help but relax. The thing lurking under his human disguise grows more restless. 

“I don’t hate you,” you say, unexpectedly. And this one really is unexpected, because what made you say that? Your arms squeeze around him tighter. “I thought I was being obvious enough about that, but you’re so bad at understanding it.”

The feeling he has is the same as the feeling he gets when he realises a deal is going awry. You are the highest risk stakes he has ever made a bet on: will he ruin you, or will you ruin him? What you could do to him is so much more serious than death. He knows that he is holding a losing hand. He doesn’t even know what he stands to win.

You kiss his neck. He shudders. 

“Why are you so scared of me?” you ask. 

Scared? He is not scared. What an outright laughable concept. Neither of you are scared, but if one of you was, it should be you, but you aren’t, for some reason.

“What gives you that idea?” he chuckles, but his voice is not as steady this time, and he can feel his smile slipping. (What is wrong with him? He doesn’t want to think about it. The answer is always ‘everything’.)

“Your hand is shaking.”

It is, but that is not because he is afraid. Fear is a human response, borne from the desire to live. It is instinctual. It means kicking and screaming, it means clawing your way out of hell for the chance to see another day, it means fighting for the life you don’t want to end. He cannot die, you see. Death cannot occur twice. Just because his body reacts, that does not necessarily mean he can truly fear any longer.

(Then again, maybe his reaction does not come from the thought of his death.)

“I’m not scared,” he says, and his voice sounds a lot weaker than he had expected. You pull him closer, cradling his head against the crook of your neck. His blood is pulsing too quickly.

“It would be okay if you were,” you murmur. “I know you don’t know how to be loved. That’s okay. I’ll teach you. You just have to let me.”

Squash. Slice. Tear.

Maybe you are the monster. He can feel your claws prying his chest open; he can feel your teeth dig into his flesh; he can feel something that is not air fill his lungs. The biggest difference between you and him is that he devours, while you give. You painfully shove something back into the cavity meant to contain his soul, you pump blood back into his system, and you fill whatever gaps are left in him with something that is first cold but quickly warms. 

(He realises, belatedly, that something is pumping inside his chest again. But it can’t be a heart, can it? He lost that so long ago.)

“I’ll kill you,” he manages through gritted teeth, claws digging into your shirt. It is not a threat. It is not a warning. It is just the truth.

“You think too much,” you admonish him. Your tone is as gentle as your words are cutting. “I wish you would trust me more. You’re so determined to ruin your own life, and I don’t like it.”

“That’s just how I am. Deal with it or leave.”

“I’ll deal with it, then.”

Like a werewolf called by the full moon; like a vampire to blood; like a siren to a sailor. He will destroy you. But you accept it. 

He has tried time and time again to push you away, but he is weak. So incorrigibly weak, and though your flaws are insurmountable, his are all-consuming. He is a monster in all the ways that matter. But you stubbornly will not leave despite that. 

(Maybe that makes him a little more willing to try to change his nature. Just a little. Just for you. If you will not leave anyways, maybe he could try to make his presence a little less torturous.)

“Just… please stop ignoring me,” you sigh, nuzzling into his hair. Tenderly, tenderly, tenderly, so tenderly it makes his skin crawl. Your claws are softly piercing into him and he is helpless, unable (unwilling) to fight back. “I can deal with everything else. I just hate it when you do that. I can’t keep going weeks without speaking to you. I know you have some kind of… weird ideas that I’d be better off without you, but that’s not true. I love you, and I love being around you. I can’t help you when you cut me off at every corner.”

Cut, slice, slash.

Something in him breaks. Something he knows cannot be salvaged. Something he knows you would not want to salvage. Something he is not sure if he wants to salvage either, now that it is broken anyways.

He breathes a shaky breath, his fingers — his fingers, not claws, not this time — digging into your back. He buries his face into the crook of your neck, and he does not feel the urge to bite down. Though his eyes feel wet, it would not be enough water to drown you. 

He knows your line of logic is wrong. He knows the fact remains unchanged: he is a monster of a man. He will ruin you. But maybe your presence sparks enough electricity to keep his heart pumping, just for a little while, and maybe he can wait until things actually start going downhill before he lets you go. Maybe he can remember how to be a human for a bit, maybe he can pretend he is. 

“I just… don’t want to do something I can’t take back,” he whispers. “Not with you. You’re the… the only good thing I have left. I don’t know what I’d do if I…”

“That’s sweet, but I’m not as weak as you think I am,” you reply. “I’ve held out this long, haven’t I? Put more faith in me.”

He smiles.

“Yeah, I guess you’re right.”

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My inbox is open, feel free to send in asks or requests, I'd love to ramble about things <3 Also reblogs are EXTREMELY appreciated the final push I needed to finish this was from a very kind individual who reposted and analysed my writing I've been riding that high ever since they did that ily bro

[whatwevegot]

cuz i need more of them pls😭😭

credit: whatever00.2 on tiktok

[tunamayojazz]

saw that fav ship trope: chronic sleeper x chronic insomniac tweet and guess what! it's them

[wally-two-shoes]

INVESTIGATOR RICK!!!! 🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰

[arminzblackbimbo]

lookin 4

blackhousewife!reader x reiner braun

tw: mdni, housewife reader, back shots, reiner is obsessed with you, butt play, he likes just licking you, spit, slight dry humping, smell kink, oral (fem r.), praise, ass eating, reader calls him "rei' ", squirting, and sex with clothes on.

you always await for him to get home, stomach sinking with anxiety as you do.

you try and always look good for reiner. hair done up with you, pretty lashes and blush. lip liner and lip gloss with your dresses, skirts, and bows. skin always moisturized and oiled up for him

always having his dinner ready for him. plates always big because of his burly body. he has to stay fed. placing his plate wrapped in foil ready for him as soon as he gets home

your legs shaking as you hear the front door open. you perched on the bed waiting for him. you can hear his heavy feet make their way toward the bedroom. he still makes you nervous, cheeks hot with a blush.

"hi baby" you greet him as soon as the bedroom door opens, looking at him. he is so handsome. your happy he is your husband so you can look at him and touch him whenever you please and he is all yours.

you always look cute for him. cute frilly dress with just as frilly socks that cover you pedicured toes. always looking so pretty for him always done up making him rock hard in his dress pants.

"hi sweetheart" your on your feet moving into his open arms that are ready to except you. "you look so pretty today" he's hugging you tight. his cologne surrounding you, as he inhale into your neck. he can't help but to kiss the flesh there too. so happy he is finally in your arms. you both are so lovesick it's almost disgusting.

"i just look pretty ?" you questioned with a small pout. you can feel him smile into your neck.

"you look beautiful, tantalizing, succulent" he kisses your neck with each description. you laugh as it feel tickles with his light beard. he goes to bite on your shoulder "i just wanna eat you" also licking the skin there.

he always know how to make you smile. "i made you dinner" he still sucking on your skin "let me go heat it up" you try and escape his hold but he just pulls you in tighter.

pulling your legs around his waist. he looks you right in the eyes and he can't believe he has you as his wife. so beautiful and your all his. he moves so your noses are touching and licks the skin there.

making you giggle at his actions, the sensation kinda makes you hair on your neck stand up. "no, baby you really gotta eat you've been working all day" you try and get out of his hold to be the best wife you can be and feed your husband.

he doesn't want you away from him. he's missed you all day at work. fantasizing about you in your cute dress and pretty ribbons in your hair.

he takes the time to press you into your bed with his body weight on top of you. keeping you caged into him. the weight on top of him making you dizzy.

"i made your favorite mac and ch-" he kisses you hard. shutting you right up. you know just what to do to him. mac and cheese is his known favorite, now he has an excuse to spoil you.

"what did i do to get such a perfect wife ?" he is all smiles and showing off all his teeth. "what else did you make sweetheart ?" he knows you love telling him about the meals that you cook him.

"baked potatoes and barbecue chicken" he licks a broad strip on your face making you giggle in his hold.

"see your sweet enough to eat" he always makes you laugh with his corny jokes. you always tell him he has a head start on dad jokes when y'all have kids.

"thank you so much baby" kissing him tenderly as an acceptance for his compliment. before he meet you and sweep you off your feet and made you his housewife. he would come home to an empty house and his tv dinner in the freezer.

he so appreciative of you and everything you do for him. it's makes him grow harder in his pants. the tender kisses you make against his lips make his blood hotter.

it's what causes him to start a slow grind into you. you dress has ridden up, your panties is the only thing that protect you from his firm grinds and soft roll of his hips. your soft moans in his mouth is making start to sweat. he has to unbutton a couple buttons in his shirt because it feel like he'll suffocate.

your feverish kisses make him start to grind harder. loving the friction. he has to at least have some sort of control but he can't. he has no control when it comes to you.

"i need you so bad" he breathes against your lips. grinding deep into you. making your high pitched moans increase. your stomach is turning with the pleasure he brings you.

"i need you bad too rei' " he almost mafauctions at your soft voice saying you needed him. he loves feeling desired. it's all the confirmation he needs to give you one last mouth-watering kiss.

lips moving slowly letting his mouth really work against you. your core gripping around nothing when drags his hips again. a thumping rhythm in your panties.

hesitantly pulling away from your candy like lips. he sits up on his knees looking down at you, chest heaving and your lips swollen. all your lip gloss now gone, he doesn't mind having it on his own lips. it's taste like you.

he towers over you, so tall and he is so handsome it makes the rhythm in your panties quicken. you feel him moving your limbs to flip you over.

the puffiness of your dress covering one of his favorite features on you. the plumpness that lies underneath, he pulls the fabric up slowly just to peek at your pink panties.

he loves seeing your face while he is deep inside. loving the faces you make and how he easily he has access to your breast while your on your back.

but on a day like today when he didn't have a break from you in his mind. you constantly in his head. all of his daydreams about you. he has to have you on your stomach to almost punish you for constantly being on his conscious.

it's not even your fault, it's his. he is unnaturally obsessed with you. you consume him. and then you have the nerve to cook for him everyday, clean for him, and look good enough to make his pants tighter.

he pulls your up by your ass to put a deep arch in your back. spreading legs wide as you knees strain into the bed. "you look so pretty like this" hes patting the flesh of your butt. moving his face down to kiss each cheek of flesh.

swiping his tongue against the skin to soothe it. he pulls back and hits the pillowy flesh with a hard smack watching the movement that happens after, mesmerized.

he pulls your core right against his to front test out how good he can stroke you in a position like this. the way your body is in place is perfect. now he is ready to spoil his princess.

he slides them pretty panties down and help you adjust back against your knees. seeing you leak out for him as soon as the cloth is gone. the folds of you making him moan. a light grumble in his chest.

so much liquid just for him making you skin glisten. he pushes his thumbs deeper into back so your arch is even higher. so much air having access to you as you spread wide for riener. as he watches you twitch.

when you clench up, a glob of essence drops onto the bed. he sighs out "you drive me crazy" he pulls your hips close as he puts his face down to where you leak. pushing his nose into your slimy entrance. his nose being coated in your liquid, he doesn't care he's been dreaming of this.

his nostrils breathe in deep to capture your smell. the scent of you making his eyes roll back. inhaling again while his hands spread you so he can push in deeper. nose almost penetrating you as he smells you more.

he loves your scent. loving how you smell everywhere from your neck to this pretty pussy that he's addicted to.

his tonuge coming out to taste you. your clit is what gets his attention as his tongue licks you softly. you moan out lightly liking the feeling of his light licks. with the last inhale of you, he pulls his nose out of your juices. liking how they stick to his skin.

he swipes his fingers over his nose and collects the slick putting the fingers in his mouth as he groans at the taste. his chest rising and falling while he can't even focus. you have the audacity to smell and taste as good as you do. it's makes him shudder at the thought of having another taste of you.

pushing his tongue into your clit. sucking gently preparing to lick you from front to back. when his face is nestled in between your spread cheeks his tongue rotates on your puckered hole. making you squirm getting more tastes of you. liking how your body reacts.

he positions his tongue back to where your more slimy. putting his nose in your entrance as he goes to suck on your clit. your so wet, your juices coat his nose and bottom half of his face.

sucking hard to get the juices of you in his mouth. your toes curling into your frilly socks. "ugh reiner" you cry out. his tongue moving in circles with his suckling, you start shaking. your knees that lay in the bed becoming weak.

making you moan more with the way his tongue is working against you. he doesn't want you to realese on his face he wants you to do that on his dick. it pains him to have to pull away from your wetness you whine when he does. "reiner please" he smacks one of your cheeks that are in the air. just to quiet you up.

"i've been missing you all day, i need that pussy so bad" he starts to rush to pull his belt and dress pants down just enough so his length is free. the veins pulsing with need.

he pumps his length against you just to feel your wetness coat him in a thin layer. rubbing against you while you shift on your knees and pull the sheets. reiner puts his thumbs into your arch to make it deeper. like how your ass sticks far into air. he takes time positioning the tip of him to your well lubracated core.

slowly sliding in feeling your walls tighten at the intrusion so wet that he has not issue pushing more in at your resistance. it's like your swallowing him. but your walls choke him at the same time. he has to collect his breath as you steal it from him.

repositioning his hands firmer onto your waist. to keep his composure. having to grip you harder to not spill his seed immediately. slowly pushing in more to put all his thickness into you.

he sees your body shiver when he adds more of himself inside you. making your walls swallow him more. "your t-t-too big rei' " you whimper against the sheets while he tries to be flush with you.

it's always a struggle to take reiner all at once his thickness stretching you so much it's hard too handle. your walls having to expand so much it almost hurts. but he is determined everytime to have his pelvis connect with yours.

"ssh it's ok baby i'm just trying to make you full baby" he rubs your hips gently. "don't you like being fulled up ?" he ask you so sweetly. making you shake your head into the pink sheets. your hands shakily gripping by your head.

seeing you nodding he pushes himself in more making you lurch forward a little. "your doing so good baby, taking me so good" the thickness of him is suffocating, but the praise he spills from his lips allows you to relax in his hold.

allowing his length to penetrate you deeper. panicking when you can feel him in your stomach. the posture your in making it even more intense "mmm it's too deep, rei' it's too deep" you breath onto the sheets not being able to take it.

"it's almost all the way in, just calm down baby" he pulls just a little out of you to do one final thrust. the thrust allowing him to be flush with you all the way. making you cry out. "ahh there you go baby, your too good to me"

"your filled up baby, doesn't it feel good ?" he ask while grinding into you. tip pressing a spot deep into you that leaves you shuddering.

"y-yes feel so good baby" pulling his hips all the way back. liking how your cream coats him dripping off him when the tip of him is the only thing being gripped by your insides.

"so creamy, baby" he is so amazed. when he rolls his hips so they make contact with your soft ass again. the cream coming out of you in abundance. the squelching of your wetness making his ears ring.

pulling his pelvis back again to leave his tip in and pushing deep into you. the softness of your walls pulsing around him. slowly building his pace to a deep stroke into you . using your waist as an anchor for him to push into you. pressed against the bed as he rolls his hips to meet your pillowy cheeks.

hitting spots inside of you that have you climbing up the bed trying to get away from it. it feels too good you can't take it. "mm feels so good for me, all for me" reiner babbling above you. he loves you so much. infatuated with you.

your friends always asks how he keeps you cooped up in the house always cleaning and cooking. rarely going out, just being on hand and foot for your husband. but how could you not ? when he makes your stomach cramp with pleasure and treats you like a princess.

your drool collecting on the bed. he pushes his hands into your back harder. presssing your front against the sheets leaving a deep arch just for him to admire.

mouth open moans that bounce off the walls. as he hits your g spot with rough precision crawling up the bed trying to get away.

but the way you arched and the way his hands are in place you have no space to move. "rei' it's i-i-in my stomach" your squealing into the sheets. you can't move he has you pinned down.

"i'm sorry baby, this pussy 's too good" he's breathless as he says it. he can see your pretty legs shaking hips almost dropping in place. he picks them right back up. higher this time.

putting his hand on top of where your ass cheeks meet. holding you there, putting his thumb in between them just to hold you securely. keeping you in place for his rough strokes. the sounds leaving your mouth sounding like cries.

starting a rough pace that has you screaming. if he wasn't so needy he would take his time but he can't. he feels his stomach starting to cramp up. his release creeping on him causing his thoughts to become blurry. focusing on the feeling in his abdomen.

you can feel his thumb starting a slow rotation on your puckered hole to distract you from the rough treatment. moving just to circle the perimeter. the different sensations you're feeling starting to make you feel overwhelmed. "rei' , it's too much" you can feel the slight pressure of his thumb.

pushing not to penetrate you just to add pleasure to you. he can feel your walls pulse around him tightly. "b-b-baby im bout cum" you can feel him pick up the pace. it's brutal how his hard thrust feel hitting inside you.

whole body tensing, when his thumb speeds up with his strokes. your almost there. you can feel it in your toes. how they buzz and tense up.

the feeling spreading to your legs. your legs shaking so much that reiner hold is all the support you have. your legs too jelly-like to keep you up. he knows your body so well. knowing when your insides twitch around him so quick. he knows your close to coming undone.

your pelvis having a fire like feeling. when suddenly you lose your control on your body. things happening without your approval. the way you body is moving and squirming in a way that reiner has to grip you with both hands and piston into you to keep you still.

"ahh !" it's the only sound you can make when your juices flying out of you. landing onto the bedding under you. your known for making a big mess in between your two bodies.

"mmmh there you go" both hands squeezing you harsher. " 'm so proud of you baby" he knows sometimes you can feel a little shy about the amount of wetness you leave behind. so he encourages it, he loves how wet and creamy you are.

still pushing into you "thank you so much, thank you for this pussy, thank you for everything" all you can do is scream so overstimulated that your body knows no other function. " i'm almost there baby"

he gets real talkative when he is about to cum. the words just leaving his mouth he can't seem to even comprehend himself sometimes just nonsense leaving his mouth. " 'm-m-m, i love you ugh i lo- , t-thank you" stuttering he can't seem to get the words all the way out

his stomach tensing when he feels his tip get hot. he is still drilling into you. your pussy so tight, he knows he is close. he knows he has to give his all. pulling himself back he can see your body shake.

when pushes back in he goes deeply and rough. starting a brutal pace that leaves you speechless. shaky hand coming to push on his abdomen. "i-i'm sorry i-i-i" he is sorry for being so hard on you. for pushing into you so hard

the roughness of his thrust makes you eyes roll back into your head. seeing spots in your vision when you can feel your stomach snapping uncontrollably. so much moisture leaving you. making him slide into you much easier.

your stomach and walls tighten too much to the point reiner is red faced trying to gain his composure. but he only has so little when in this situation

when he stills his hips you can finally feel the hot spurts of cream enter you and leave your inside hot. while he groans on top of you.

"ohh, so good s-so good baby" just the bases of words leaving his mouth. you body moving on its own, the way you convulse is involuntary. and all you can do is breathe hard trying to even your breath.

reiners big hands coming to rub on your back to relax the muscles. his endurance makes it easier for him to snap back to reality. trying to calm your shaking body. small "mmhs" leaving your lips.

"you ready to go eat baby ?" he asks so sweetly and all you can do is nod into the sheets while he helps you resituate yourself 

the night ends when you both sitting at the dinner table with you on reiners lap while you cut up and fed his dinner to him between a new kiss to his lips. being the best housewife, just for him.