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MIDAS TOUCH! ⁂ [ ryūguji ken ]

18+ content! minor, ageless and blank blogs will be blocked if they interact with this work.

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﹡synopsis: gold is a dangerous thing for someone like draken to have, especially when it’s in his mouth.

﹡wc: 2k+ words.

﹡includes: female reader. use of petnames (princess) use of the word cunt. car sex. public sex (parking lot) cunnilingus. fingering. spit. dirty talk but not much. clit stimulation. allusion to multiple orgasms. implicit mention of spanking. overstimulation. draken with his hair down. nuff said.

﹡xtra! repost from my old blog w a few changes. we back. see visual. and godspeed.

“One more time.”

“Babe.” Ken groans, head thrown back into the headrest of the carseat as he drags the sound. “This is the sixth time you’ve asked, y’know.”

“I know but-”

He cuts you off. “In the last fifteen minutes.”

“I know. But this is the last time, I promise! Seventh’s time the charm, just show me and I won’t bother you again. Pleaseee?”

You don’t even have to pout. It’s not like he has the mental fortitude to deny you of anything you asked of him, although he should be the least bit used to this by now, being together as long as you have.

“Last time,” he says, but it’s spoken more toward himself than it is to you. Neither of you believe it.

Slacking his jaw, Ken obliges you and lets his mouth fall open a fraction, bottom lip separated by its top counterpart by about two inches. Two inches is as far as his generosity goes. He’s granting your request with two measly inches for ten measly seconds before he’s trying to snap his mouth shut again, but you’re quicker. Two fingers beneath his chin bring his face closer to yours with gentle force while the thumb works at his lip, pulling it downward so you can feast your eyes on what you want to see— for as long as you want to see it.

this is it….. god this is IT!! this is how i want this man to handle me. like THIIISSSSSS. like,,, i just want him bigger than me and so much more terrible for my health!! just break me. like break me reiner my mf GOODNESS

short drabble

𓆩☆𓆪 pretty [iwaizumi hajime] [nsfw]

"well come on now, don't leave me waiting. give me a little spin."

at the sound of your boyfriend iwaizumi's voice, you whine and your arms shield your body.

currently, the two of you are inside a dressing room at your favorite clothing store. iwaizumi doesn't like shopping, but he will always tag along with you to give a second opinion. he'll never tell you, but he also just needs an excuse to spend money on you.

but with him telling you that everything looks "fine" on you, you started to have a minor meltdown and assume that maybe something was wrong with the way you look.

tsukishima was not expecting this at all.

he wasn't expecting for someone like you to cross his path.

he wasn't expecting for you to actually retaliate when it came to his smart and snarky words. in fact, he finds himself left irritated because you always found a way to one up him.

he hates you, he know he does. he can't stand the sight of your cute face, or your coy smile whenever you get under his skin. or the cute outfits you always wear that compliment your figure so well. or the heavenly smell of your perfume—

and most of all, he hates that you won't leave his mind at all. no matter how hard he tries.

so the last thing he expects is for you to be pressed up against the wall, trapped under his lean body as he stares you down.

he doesn't know why he did it or when, but once he smells your perfume he's hyperaware of how close he is to you.

"can i help you, tsukishima?" you look up at him through your lashes.

"do you understand how annoying you are?" he breathes, glaring at you. you're small beneath him, and he's trying really hard to not envision you beneath him but with no clothes on.

now tsukishima isn't a pervert, but he's damn well sure you're trying really hard to make him one. he's shamefully lost count of the nights he's locked his bedroom door, stroking himself to the thought of you. dreaming of finally shutting you up, getting you to cry while he does the most defiling things to you and your body. (he should probably be put away for the things he wants to do to you). but he can't help himself when you smile at him in such a teasing way.

he acts like he hates you, but in reality: he's enamored by you. he's never found someone who can keep up with his thoughts the way that you do, and it's fun when the two of you aren't at each other's throats throwing insult after insult. not to mention, he’s always admired how intelligent you are and passionate about the things you love. he’s learned a thing or two about passion from you, and he doesn’t know if he should be glad or despise you.

but right now, he hates you. because that's easier to do than to love someone.

"how am i annoying?" you tilt your head to the side innocently and he curses himself for how cute you look.

he scoffs, "you and that mouth of yours. it's going to get you in trouble one day with how not one good thing comes from it."

"you kind've brought this on yourself, tsukishima. you should expect a response when you say the most smart ass comments all the time." you continue, looking up at him. you don't even look scared or anything. he wants so badly to see you cry, to wipe the smug look off your face.

he tsks, withholding any insults he has on his tongue. he doesn't know why nowadays he chooses to watch his own words when you're around.

but apparently he's not careful enough. "i can think of a million better things for your mouth to do than to respond to my comments." he quips, and his heart skips a beat when he realizes the words that have left his mouth. he must be really tired to not stop himself but at the same time, he doesn't regret a thing.

you raise a brow, "like what?"

you're close—like, really close. and he can't help but glance at your lips. are you really about to—

"you want me to kiss you or something, blondie?" you tilt your head at him and smirk at his flush face. "or...maybe you're not that tasteful of a guy..."

he gasps when he feels your hand grab at his crotch, sending a great shock up his spine.

you lean up towards his ear and say, "or maybe you want me on my knees for you, don't you?"

he has too much pride to say yes. too much pride to grab you and kiss you right in the middle of the hall. quickly, he tries to come to a response.

"but…that would be too easy. wouldn't it?" you say with a smile as you pull back.

kei is so stunned by your actions that you're able to slip out from underneath him. he watches as you start to walk away and stares at your retreating figure until it's fully gone.

"tsukki! there you are!"

the middle blocker turns and sees yamaguchi sprinting toward him. he tries to be the respectful friend and listen to whatever it is he's talking about but he can't. he's too busy thinking about you.

a throat clears. he raises a brow.

"ah, you might want to do something about that." yamaguchi blushes, nodding down towards the blond's crotch.

he swears, rushing to the stall to fix himself of his problem.

pulling himself out, he grits his teeth, nearly seeing red.

he doesn't know what's worse: the way you left him with blue balls, or the fact that he's jacking off to the thought of you over the toilet, clinging onto the memories of your voice and scent.

one way or another, you'll have to pay him back.

a breathy whiny “i caaaaan’t” matched with an upbeat “you can” and a kiss that leaves you breathless and a little “and you will” whispered right against your mouth

🦢🌱 ๑ morning man

warnings— fem!reader, needy!reiner, praising, pet names:princess, darling; productive reiner waking early in the morning, awakening his significant other

a/n— this my first story, so ntm on me y’all

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reiner is a man of productivity, he wakes up at five in the morning and gets to doing his work. meanwhile, there’s you— there isn’t much to do other than wake up at 8am for your morning class, so reiner’s your personal alarm clock— though the waking up part is a bit much at times.

“baby.” reiner said softy as he kissed your forehead before sending a strong slap to your bottom. feeling the sudden shock on your ass, your body jolted as your hand directed to the stinging area.

“ouchh reiner.” you find steadiness from the flats of your arms—rubbing your eyes to awaken yourself, though it seemed to be darker than usual as to when you usually wake up.

“what time is it?” you questioned as your head hit the pillow with you eyes closed.

“it’s four—” he tugged at your waist, pulling you closer into him. “goodnight.” quickly escaped from your mouth. reiner knew better than to wake you up early, especially when you’ve stayed up all night studying. that specific day, you were up till two-forty eight in the morning.

“stay up with me ma.” reiner spoke into the side of your neck— giving you soft kisses. his hand making it’s way up the inside of your shirt, playing with on of your titties as you let a soft groan leave your lips. “unt, i’m too tired rein.” your hand found reiner’s as it removed his hand from your chest.

“you can be tired princess..” he spoke into your ear as he deepened your lower body into his. “just gotta let me in.” his voice deepened with a low groan grinding into the plush of your ass.

“nahh, you just gotta let me sleep.” you scoffed waving reiner off— removing your body from his grasp as you felt the mattress go empty— before feeling a set hands place you on your back while receiving wet kisses along the path of your neck.

“reiner.” you softly call his name— trying to remove all drowsiness as you receive a small hum from him. reiner holds underneath the both of your knees with one of his hands, while folding them towards your chest. as the print of his dick pressed against your clothed clit— humming in response from the friction.

his thumb lightly ran over your clit a few times before applying pressure— sending sudden warmth throughout your lower half causing your mouth to party slightly part.

“feels good, yeah?” reiner spoke against your lips as his dick slapped against his pecs— freeing himself from his boxers. “i’m so tired.” you hummed out while tugging reiner’s hair, directing him to look at you while reiner’s hand moved your panties to the side as the tip of his dick teased your folds.

“she’s wet though.” he leaned in closer towards your face keeping eye contact while entering inside you. stretching your hole which had you bit your lower lip. “aht, i told you about that mama.” he pressed his thumb against you lower lip, releasing it from the bite as he licked it in return.

reiner began a steady thrust while being half way in, he let go of one of your legs as his hand rested on the inside of your thigh— spreading you out.

“sorry baby.” reiner huffed out above head before feeling his lips against your forehead as your body jolted up— your hands instantly made their way to his hips with your mouth agape.

“i know, darling.” he reassured— removing your hand from his hips before fucking you full of his dick. his thrust setting at a fast pace as he hit from an angle.

“fuckk.” you threw your head back, your breathing became ragged as your body began to tense up and all strength left your body.

“feels so good baby.” you whine— crossing your arms around reiner’s neck, “yeah?” reiner groaned, quickening his pace while rubbing small circles against your clit— “wanna cum.” you breathlessly spoke as reiner licked strips up your neck, thrusting at a devious pace.

your body began to tighten, head became light as the air you inhaled went thin. “fuckk y/n.”

warm liquid filled you stomach as you both rode out your orgasm.

“you did so good princess.” reiner whispered in your ear before giving you a soft peck on the lips while you slowly drifted away— sleeping.

my man my man my man

things that make him go crazy, mentally. ft.eren

- the way you talk. he loves the way the vowels and letters sound when they slip off your tongue into pronunciation. “how do you say, ____, like that?”, he would ask and you would always reply with, “i was brought up with talking like ‘that’ with my household, but other people sound like this as well.” and be will always respond with something because your voice mentally does something to him, he will also ask you to repeat words sometimes. “say, into the building, again for me.” , “can you say that one more time?”, “carry that vowel again, you sounded sexy.” , he can never get over your voice, it definitely adds on to the reason for why he listens to you speak because it’s a melody to him.

- the way you carry yourself. he knows you struggle with your self image, but it doesn’t stop you from doing the things you enjoy. “lowkey, if i had more ass— then these jeans would look good.” you stated inside the dressing room, where eren was standing out of. “get out and lemme see, em’.”, you unlocked the door and gave a quickly twirl. “you look just fine mama, it don’t matter how you look in what— especially when you get my eyes trailing you.” he wasn’t wrong, every time you looked back his eyes were straight on you— always admiring.

or when you don’t get the grade you expected to get, “how the hell does somebody get a 16 on a quiz, that’s mean i didnt understand 94% of that shit.” you whined into your laptop before hearing eren. “damn a 16? nahh for real how does someone get that low of a grade.” he stated as your mouth dropped. your grades weren’t perfect, but you would retake any test that didn’t satisfy you especially when your overall grade was below a 85. “that ‘someone’ was me…” and knowing quizzes aren’t able to be retook made it worse. eren walked his way over to you, as he massaged your shoulders, “it’s okay baby, don’t stress over a minor grade if your overall grade is still good.” he comforted you, “i would care if college didn’t care.” you groaned to relieve stress. “fuck college then.” eren kissed your cheek.

- your genuineness. he enjoyed every sentence to come out your mouth because there was always passion behind it. especially when you explain things to him, of which you enjoyed the most. he would always say random things within that moment as well. “your words are beautiful.”, “i love how you’re so genuine.”, “i always remember every detail you speak of.” eren was always taken aback with what you said at times because he knew that you always had a genuine intent behind every word, since it was something you subconsciously did every time.

collegeboy!eren who’s known for always being at every party on the weekends. apartment parties, frat parties, house parties, it didn’t matter. put a bunch a people and liquor together and eren was there

collegeboy!eren who’s always the life of the party. there’s never a function where he isn’t either talking to everyone in the room, partaking in the drinking games, or in the nearest rotation. as quiet as he is in class, he was a whole different person outside of it

collegeboy!eren who hates to admit it but he constantly has his eyes wandering around the room at every party he goes to, hoping to spot you in some tiny ass shorts and a crop top, looking as fine as you would everyday in class. the one and only time he saw you at a party you were posted up with jean being that cute annoying ass couple that he wanted to ruin so bad

collegeboy!eren who didn’t realize in order to get your fine ass out to a party was to just simply throw one himself, when he saw you walk through the door of his apartment his mind was gone. all he wanted to do was get as close to you and that perfume as he possibly could

collegeboy!eren who later (more like 5mins knowing his ass) finds you in the kitchen sitting on the counter talking to mikasa about shit he couldn’t care less about, sliding through making his way to tower in front of you placing each arm on the side of your legs practically caging you, his green eyes taking a second to scan you up and down taking in every detail of this cute little outfit in front of him

collegeboy!eren who leans close to your ear merely as a “nice” gesture to help you hear him better over the loud music, and NOT to make a move on your pretty neck that he wish he could kiss—

“so you finally decided to bring your pretty ass to a party huh?”

you couldn’t help but smile at eren’s compliment towards you, knowing they’re not anything out of the ordinary— “yeah yaeger, and what about it? you gonna show me a good time?”

even though the music was loud and there was hella people everywhere, eren seemed to have your attention on lock.

you don’t know why it took you so long to realize he was standing this close to you.

to the subtle scent of cinnamon coming from him that you wish you’d know about sooner. to that deep low voice of his that could easily bring you to your knees if you’d let it. he was all so close, too close. close to the point where you’d do something you’d later regret. but it wasn’t like you’d push him away, you couldn’t. and yet you didn’t exactly know why.

“i heard you and Jean taking a break right?”, you simply nodded and responded to him with a “yeah, why” not wanting to go into any detail over something that’s not on your mind right now

eren thanked the gods once again for an opportunity so perfect for him, you sitting pretty for him with no Jean in sight? he knew exactly what he wanted to do — “if that’s the case, i can show you a good time. all that pretty little mouth gotta do is say ok”

wanna see how it started? here’s part one