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zeltqz · 11 months

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hop on

pairing. bf!eren x fem!reader

word count. 1.9k

summary. you ask eren to use his controller to play a game with your friend, but he lets his jealousy get the better of him when he finds out you're playing with another boy.

tags. videogames, oral (f), exhibitionism (connie and jean are on the phone when it happens), jealous!eren

authors note. the video game trope is cool but i wanted to switch it up and make the reader the one playing the video game now 😁😎

taglist. @meuw02 @foreshadxw @neptunes1nterweb @mishueb @yourrfavzxri @

“What’re you plotting?” Eren asks as you slide yourself into his lap, nuzzling your head into his neck. He wraps his arms around you and kisses the top of your head as you sigh dramatically.

“I’m not plotting anything… can I not show you affection?” Eren can practically hear the pout in your voice.

“I mean, you can. It’s just suspicious.” He gently grabs your face, bringing it out of his neck and looks you in your eyes. “You want something, don’t you?”

“No…” you say, but he doesn’t believe you. He stares you down with those intimidatingly green eyes of his until you crack. “Okay fine. I needed to ask to borrow something.”

“Borrow whatever you want, baby.”

Your face lit up as you sat upright, almost knocking his chin with your head with how quick you moved. “Really?!” He nods. “Wow, that was easier than I thought. Thank youuu.” You grab onto his face, planting kisses on his cheeks, nose and lips.

Before he can kiss you back properly, you slide off his lap, leaning over his body to search his bedside drawer. “Now, where is it…”

“Where’s what?” He watches you slap around his messy drawer with an amused face.

“Your controller,” you mumble, continuing to dig through his belongings.

“Oh hell nah, you’re not using that.” He grabs your ankle and tugs you backwards.

You snap your head to look at him, offended. “What? Why!? You said I could borrow whatever I want!”

“Well anything but that. You don’t mess around with my games, sorry babe.” He reaches to boop your nose but you slap his hand away, frowning. “It’s not personal. I don’t let anybody touch it. Even when Armin comes over, he has to bring his own shit.”

“I’m not just anybody though,” you argue back. “Why can’t I use it?”

“Why do you even need it? Since when do you play video games?”

“Since fucking forever! My friend wants to play Minecraft with me and my phone is too laggy. Please baby,” you beg, grabbing his hands and pressing soft kisses on his knuckles to try to make him change his mind.

“Could you do that on my dick instead?” he challenges, a juvenile smirk on his face as he watches you slowly stop kissing his knuckles to glare up at him.

You groan and move to lay on his bed, staring at his moving ceiling fan as you think of ways to persuade him. Eren climbs over you and you have half a mind to kick him off. The sheer satisfaction of watching him hit the floor is tempting, but you need to get on his good side. Eren leans down and tries to kiss you, but you move your face the other way.

It’s adorable how confused and hurt he looks, so he bends down to kiss you again, only for you to move the opposite way. “Wow, so this is what we’re doing now, huh?”

You continue ignoring him, flicking your eyes everywhere but his face.

“Okay, fuck. Fine, here.” He reaches under his bed and pulls out his controller. Your eyes light up as he hands it to you. “Treat it like that’s your kid. I don’t play around when it comes to that.”

“I will I will, thank you.” You plant a wet kiss onto his cheek, smiling as he grumbles and wipes it off.

“Come here.” He pats his lap and you crawl onto his lap, between his legs, as he turns on his TV, signing into his PS account so you can play your game.

“Can I use your headphones too?” You ask him, watching his face turn deadpan as he looks at you.

“Don’t ask for too much now.”

You roll your eyes. “Fine. The controller is good.” Whilst he’s setting everything up, you pull out your phone and click on Jean’s contact. As you’re texting him, asking if he’s ready to play, Eren gives your sides a squeeze and bends down to speak into your ear. “All done setting up.”

You whisper a thank you before grabbing your headphones and plugging them into your phone. Eren drowns out the sound of your voice as you keep playing, choosing between watching you waltz around the open world or texting his group chat. Time passed by and you switched your position on the bed, now laying flat on your stomach, giving Eren a full view of your body.

A shiver runs across his body and he craves your warmth, so he taps the back of your thigh once to get your attention.

“Hold on, gimme a sec,” you say to Jean, muting the call, then turning to face Eren. “What’s wrong?”

“C’mere,” he pats his lap and you smile, pausing the game as you wiggle your way back onto his lap, your back pressed flush against his chest and you tilt your head to the side so Eren can rest his face on your neck.

You continue talking and playing with Jean. Since you’re this close to him, Eren can hear the voice through the headset, then hears the familiar snorting loud laughter. He grabs the headphones and puts it in his ear, hearing Jean talking.

“Why the fuck are you playing with Jean?” He asks you, fighting back the urge to hang up the phone.

“Wha—because he wanted to play with me?” You blink at him, confused. “Is that a problem?”

Eren pouts once he notices you aren’t catching the hint. It’s common knowledge the distaste Eren and Jean both have for each other; whenever they’re in the same room, they both have to physically restrain from calling the other names. Seeing you laughing and playing video games with Jean makes Eren want to just snatch his controller back and leave Jean to suffer alone.

“Hello?” Jean questions from the other end of the line, wondering why you’ve been quiet all of a sudden.

“Eren, if it makes you feel better, Connie is coming online any moment now. So I’m technically not just playing with Jean.”

“Whatever, yeah.” He grumbles, letting you go back to playing. The entire time you play, he’s watching Jean’s character on screen move. His fingers tighten against your waist every time he sees Jean’s Steve run up too close to you, whenever he hands you an item, whenever he practically does anything.

He shifts his eyes to you, eyes focused on the screen as you build a better house and Eren licks his lips, wondering how he can distract your attention from Jean to him.

His hand slowly starts sliding downwards, subtle enough for you to not notice, until it reaches the waistband of your sweatpants. You’re too distracted to notice him untying the knot, then slipping further downwards.

“Wait, gimme a second,” you speak into the phone, then turn to face your boyfriend. “What’re you doing?”

“Nothing.” Eren shrugs nonchalantly, licking his lips as his rough fingers glide along your panties.

You swallow hard to fight back a moan. “Are you trying to make me—” you lowered your voice and spoke away from your microphone. “If you want to have sex just tell me, I’ll hang up.”

“But where’s the fun in that?” Eren manoeuvres your face back to facing the TV. You clear your throat, fingers shaking slightly against the controller as you feel his fingers peel away your panties, rubbing along your slit.

Your breath hitches when he teases the tips of his fingers inside your hole, dipping it inside just enough for you to feel something, but not enough to make you feel satisfied. Since you couldn’t use your words, you sent him a pleading look with your eyes, hoping he’ll get the hint.

Eren only smiled before dipping his finger inside bit by bit. Your breathing was shaky and you spread your legs more to give him a better angle. He pumps his finger in and out of you at a leisurely pace, wanting nothing more than to hear you lose control of your voice and hear you moan into the mic.

Unfortunately for him though, this wasn’t enough to gather that much of a reaction from you. He noticed how good you were at containing your voice, clearing your throat whenever a soft whimper would leave your lips. He pulls his fingers out and lifted you up and off his lap, putting you back onto the bed, then crawled in front of you, settling himself between your legs.

Your eyes went wide as you tried to close your legs, but he kept them open with both hands, tugging you forward until you were laying down. Your yelp caught the attention of Jean and Connie, asking you if you’re alright, but you were too busy focusing on the way Eren’s tongue laved its way inside your body. His lips sealed around your clit and your back arched off the bed, legs desperately trying to close in on themselves, only to wrap around Eren’s head as it moved up and down, licking and sucking your pussy like it was his favourite meal.

“Oh my god… Eren—I—” You forgot your mic was still on and removed your headphones, tossing them against the bed as you reached downwards, grabbing his hair and tugging at it. “Fuck, that feels so good.”

He hums into your pussy, the vibration making you squirm uncontrollably against the sheets as you reach your peak. His tongue flicks at your clit, stimulating it in circles until you are panting heavily, on the verge of ripping his hair out and coming on his face. His name was like a prayer on your tongue with the way you were chanting it, biting your lip in a failed attempt to control your sounds.

He parts your folds with two fingers, licking up and down until you were overstimulated and had to beg him to stop. He sat upright, licking his lips, looking satisfied and smug as ever. His hands braced themselves beside your head and he bent down to kiss you. You let him slide his tongue against yours in your mouth, moaning around the vessel as his hips rolled downwards, meeting yours.

On the TV, the sound of zombies growling catches your attention, and you peek past his lean body to see. It’s nighttime and the mobs are out. Panicking, you push him off you and grab your abandoned headphones from the bed, putting them back on your ears, ready to get back to playing as if nothing happened.

“You both are DISGUSTING.” Connie’s voice groans into the mic, making you freeze as you forgot to mute the mic. His voice was loud enough for Eren to hear through the headphones. Eren erupted into laughter, grabbing your headphones to speak in them.

“Don’t be upset because you can’t get any.”

Connie spluttered gibberish and you hid your face in your hands, shaking your head, utterly embarrassed. Eren kisses your forehead and grabs your face, giving you another long wet kiss, loud enough for Connie to hear and groan again, telling you both to get a room. Jean was quiet the entire time.

“I’m never playing games with you again, sick fucks.” Jean grumbles eventually, making Eren cackle again, even louder than before.

“It’s okay, I can take it from here,” Eren mumbles against your lips and gathers you back onto his lap, taking control of the controller as you process the embarrassment alone. “You two, hop on Val now. It’s my turn.”

#— aot </3 #eren x reader #eren jaeger smut #eren yeager smut #eren yeager x reader #eren jeager x reader #aot x reader #eren x black reader

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starstruckmiraclekitty · 1 year

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Howdy!

If I may, could I request the 141 boys + König and Alejandro hurt/comfort where they say they can't make it home for the readers birthday or something of importance to them and they get all sad and stuff but lo and behold there is their favorite boy waiting to surprise them! Thanks so much and I hope this made sense lol ❤❤❤

Hehe, yes! (I chose this one for my birthday because I'm a sucker for angst to fluff🫣)

141 + König & Alejandro Where They "Can't Make" An Important Date

Warnings: swearing, slight angst, mentions of crying, FLUFFFF

Ps: this picture of Simon always gets me🙈😭

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Simon Ghost Riley-

"I'm so sorry, babe. I won't be able to make it in time." Simon's voice sounded gruff from the other end of the phone. He'd sounded exhausted.

You bit your lip to prevent yourself from crying. You knew when getting into the relationship with him that it could be like this. His work came first. That was that.

"Of course, it's alright. I'll see you when you get home, okay?" You mustered the steadiest voice you could, as you did your best to remain strong. "I love you, Simon."

Simon's heart broke slightly at the break in your voice. "I love you too, Y/N. I'll see you soon."

As he hung up the call, you let your tears flow freely down your cheeks. You'd missed him terribly, and truly thought he was going to make it home in time for your birthday. You weren't always one for celebrating it, but all you wanted this year was your boyfriend to be by your side for it.

You went to the bathroom to wash your face, calming yourself down. He'd be here if he could. You knew that. You couldn't fault him for his job. You made your way downstairs and grabbed your keys. Deciding it best to treat yourself today, you went and got your favorite breakfast at the local diner.

When you arrived back home, you stopped short of the front door. The front door was slightly ajar, and you could've sworn you locked it when you left. You slowly opened the door, reaching for the pepper spray in your pocket as you walked inside the house.

The sight you'd seen in the kitchen had your insides melting as you let out a squeal. "Simon!?"

Simon picked his head up from his spot at the table, where he was setting up a cake and gifts he'd gotten you. "Hey, kid. Happy Birthday."

Your bag was thrown to the grown as you ran into your boyfriend's outstretched arms. "You're home! You're really home."

"Of course I am. I wouldn't miss my baby's birthday for the world." He gave you a longing kiss to your lips, before pulling away, resting his forehead on yours.

"But you said you couldn't make it?" You pulled back slightly, looking at him.

"I can be pretty convincing when I want to be. Helps that Price adores you." He kissed your forehead before grabbing your hand and leading you to the table. "Now, enough of the small talk. Got the whole day planned out for you."

Simon really did plan the entire day out for you, specifically catered to everything he knew you loved. He'd make sure his love was cared for and shown the utmost appreciation on their special day. You were everything to Simon, so it was only fair that he showed you what you meant to him.

Johnny Soap MacTavish-

"I promise, I'll make it up to you. The debrief is just lasting a little longer than we anticipated."

You felt a pang in your chest at your boyfriend's words. It was your 5 year anniversary today, and you'd had dinner plans to celebrate the special day. You'd just arrived at the restraunt, when you'd gotten the call from Johnny.

"Oh. Okay, I understand. It's fine, we don't have to celebrate today." Your voice trembled slightly as you fought against the tears beginning to form. "I'll see you soon?"

"Absolutely, baby. Got a little surprise for you, though. I made you a reservation at that hotel you love so much by our place. Head on over, there's a room waiting for you." Johnny smiled at the other end of the phone. You had no idea what was waiting for you.

You perked up slightly at this. It was clear he was still trying, even though he couldn't be there, and you couldn't fault him for that. You wiped away your tears and took a deep breath. "That's so thoughtful, Johnny. I'll grab a bag from home and head over. I'll call you later?"

"I won't be able to talk later, but you enjoy your night, sweetheart. I promise to make it up to you. I love you." Johnny said before hanging up the call.

Your bottom lip quivered as you hiccuped a shallow sob before wiping your eyes aggressively. It wasn't Johnny's fault. You knew that.

You'd arrived at the hotel an hour later and made your way up to your room. Sliding the key into the door, you shuffled in with your duffle bag nearly dropping to your knees at the sight that greeted you. Johnny had rented out a suite, with rose petals on the bed, and in the center of the bed sat your boyfriend.

"J-Johnny?" Your bottom lip wobbled as you took in the sight before you.

"Happy Anniversary, babe." He gave you a shit eating grin before making his way to you, engulfing you in a massive hug. "Wanted to surprise you." Only made it here half an hour ago. I was worried I wouldn't make it."

You squeezed him tightly as an elated laugh bubbled from your chest. "I love you so fucking much, Johnny."

"I love you too, sweets. Now, what do you say we pop open this champagne and enjoy ourselves an anniversary night?" He sent you a sly wink, silently telling you that you'd probably get very little sleep tonight.

Alejandro-

"Where's daddy?" Your daughter asked you, her little eyes pooling with tears. "He said he'd be here."

"I know, cariño, I'm sorry." You gave her a sad smile before adjusting her costume. "But you know what? You're going to do so good up there, and know that daddy is so proud of you."

You gave her back a reassuring pat as you watched her go with her friends to get ready.

Alejandro had gotten called in a few days ago but had promised your daughter he'd be here, and your heart broke slightly for her. Today was her theater camps day to perform their play, and she'd been talking about it all summer.

You exhaled deeply as you twiddled your thumbs before making your way to the audience to find an empty seat.

You found one toward the front row and sat before mindlessly scrolling on your phone to kill time until the show started.

"This seat taken?" You hear a familiar voice ask from beside you.

You turned to find your husband taking the unoccupied seat next to you. "Look lonely over here, figured a cutie like you could use some company."

"Ale?" You asked, unable to control your giddiness at your husband's sudden arrival. "You're here!"

"Si, mi amor. I wasn't going to miss her play. I got Rodolfo to take over during my absence. Needed to be here for my loves." He smiled at you warmly before leaning in to kiss you.

You sunk yourself into him as you returned the kiss, pulling back with an elated smile. "She's going to be so happy, baby."

He gave you a nod before kissing your forehead and lacing his fingers with yours. "I missed you, my love."

The lights dimmed as the play began, and you snuck glances throughout the production at your husband, who was beaming with pride at watching his little girl up on stage.

He was also by far the loudest, when all of the family members stood up to applaud their young performers, and his exuberance immediately caught the attention of his daughter.

Seconds after they were dismissed, she came barreling around the corner, tears in her eyes as she ran to her dad.

"Daddy!" Your daughter screamed, running as fast as her little legs could carry her. "I just knew you'd be here!"

Alejandro caught her in his arms, spinning her around. "Of course, princessa. You looked so beautiful up there. I'm so proud of you."

She wiped her tears away, throwing her arms around her dad. "I love you daddy, thank you for being here."

"I wouldn't miss it for anything, baby girl."

John Price-

"Where's John!?" You cried out, panic rising in your chest. He promised he'd be here, but where was he? You didn't want to bring your child into this world without him, but you couldn't wait much longer.

A few days ago, he'd gotten called in by Laswell along with Gaz for a simple mission that should've ended a day ago. John knew he'd do anything to be at the birth of your child, but he'd left you in the care of his best friend Simon, just in case. He trusted the man with his life, so there was nobody better he'd trust with his wife in a moment like this.

"I'm so sorry, he said he's running late. The plane hasn't landed yet that I know of." Simon told you, pushing back your sweaty hair that had fallen in your face. "It'll be okay."

"No, no, it won't be okay. He promised Simon!" You started to sob, your breathing increasing rapidly. "I want my husband!"

Another contraction tore through you, and you screamed out in pain, gripping your friends hand tightly. "Simon, he promised."

"I know, sweetheart." He rubbed a soothing hand on your back as your body racked from your sobbing.

Simon did his best to soothe you, as contractions and sobs tore through you. Your heart broke the closer your delivery got, knowing that your husband may truly not make it here in time.

It wasn't long after that the doctor came in, with the nurse in tow. He gave you a once over, and nodded to the woman next to him.

"Alright, Y/N. It's time to push. We can't delay any longer." The doctor gave you a sad smile before moving to sit at the end of the bed.

You gave a nod, a few more tears spilling out as you began squeezing Simon's hand harder and were preparing to push when your husband barged through the door, still fully clothed in his gear. "Fuck did I miss it?!"

"JOHN!" You cried out, reaching your arms wildly for your husband. "You're here, oh my god you're here."

John immediately ran to you, discarding some of his loose gear in the corner of the room, before enveloping you into a side hug. "Of fucking course I'm here sweetheart. I wouldn't miss this. I'm so sorry I'm late."

Simon gave you both a warm smile before kissing your temple and leaving the room. This was your moment, after all. "I'll be right outside. I can't wait to meet the little one."

John took Simon's spot, pressing soft kisses on your hands as you began to push. He whispered sweet nothings into your ear, cheering you on as you brought his daughter into the world.

Later that afternoon, John watched in admiration as you held his baby girl in your arms. His entire world, everything he had to live for, was sitting right in front of him.

John was damn grateful that he didn't have to miss this moment. Besides marrying you, this was the best day of his life.

Kyle Gaz Garrick-

It was nearing the end of your workday, and your excitement began to bubble in your chest as you awaited your anniversary dinner with your husband, Kyle.

You'd been together for a little over 7 years now, but this was your first as a married couple. Your legs bounced anxiously as you counted down the time, only stopping when you saw Kyle's caller ID on the phone.

Smiling to yourself, you were quick to grab your phone and answer. "Hey Ky."

"Hey, babe. Look, I don't think I'll be able to make it home tonight. The flight got delayed again. I'm so sorry. I know how much you were looking forward to tonignt."

You felt your eyes growing hot as you absorbed his words. He'd miss your first anniversary? "I see. It's...it's okay. Things happen."

Kyle sighed on the other end. He knew you were trying to stay strong. "I love you so much, okay? Happy Anniversary, baby. I promise I'll see you soon."

"You too." You choked out, quickly ending the call so he didn't hear you cry. You knew it always tore him up when you did.

You quickly tried composing yourself, as you were still at work before your eyes fell on the time. You still had a few hours until you could even go home.

Later that night, you'd decided to order takeout to soothe your sadness, and rounded the corner to your home when you saw Kyle's car in the driveway.

You blinked a few times as you parked the car. He said he wouldn't be able to make it? Why was his car here, though?

You unbuckled your seat belt, and made your way as fast as you could inside, stopping dead in your tracks as you saw your husband in the kitchen, cooking the two of you dinner.

The table had been set up with a vase of fresh cut roses, candles, and glasses of wine. Kyle heard your footsteps and turned around with a grin. "Happy Anniversary, babe."

You sprinted over to him, jumping on him and wrapping your legs around his waist as you squeezed him tightly. "I'm so happy you're here. I thought you weren't going to make it."

"About that. I actually made it in early this afternoon, but I had to go for a bit of a drive. Had to get you your anniversary gift. Thought it was going to take a lot longer than it did." He set you down, giving you a longing kiss before pulling away with a smile. "Care to watch the stove a moment?"

You gave him a curious glance as you watched him walk down the hall. You turned to the stove, watching the meal cook, before hearing a scuffle from behind you.

You turned around and were met with the sight of a puppy, barreling toward you. "Oh my God! It's a puppy!"

Kyle laughed, and he watched your face light up, crouching down beside you as the two of you pet the little creature. "I overheard you the other week talking to your friend about this guy. He was at that shelter in the country you like so much, so I had to go and get him."

"Kyle! This...this is amazing, I don't know how I could ever thank you. I can't express how grateful I am to you. I love you." Happy tears formed in your eyes as you pressed a kiss to your husband's lips, before returning your attention to the pup in front of you.

"All I ever need in return is your happiness, babe. Happy Anniversary."

König-

"Maus, I can't apologize enough. I don't know if I'll make it today."

You smiled sadly in the phone, glancing at your best friend across from you. "It's okay, Kö. It's not your fault. I'm with Y/F/N anyway, I won't be alone today."

"You guys out to eat?" König asked, and you could hear shuffling in the background.

"Yeah, they brought me out to breakfast. I'm not sure what we are doing next. They've evidently got an itinerary for me." You chuckled softly as your friend shot you a wink.

"That's wonderful, Schatz, I'll call you soon?"

"Of course. I love you, Kö."

"I love you too. Happy birthday." His warm tone had your heart panging in your chest. You missed him horribly, as you hadn't seen him for a few weeks. He was supposed to have been home today to celebrate your birthday, but it seemed the universe had other plans.

You hung up the call, putting your phone back in your bag, and turned back to your friend. "Alright. What else do we have today?"

Later on that afternoon, your best friend had driven up to your house with you in the passenger seat. "What are all those cars doing at your neighbors?"

You turned to inspect the house and saw quite a few cars lined up outside. "Oh, they always throw house parties. It's probably something like that."

You followed your best friend inside after exiting the car. The house was eerily quiet and dark, especially given you'd always left lights on whenever you left.

You looked to your best friend and saw a wide smile on their face. "Y/F/N?"

"SURPRISE!" You blinked a few times as all the lights had turned on at once, revealing the 141 boys, a few members of Kortac, and most importantly, your husband König.

You felt tears coming to your eyes as you absorbed the moment. König made his way over to you, beaming as he saw the look of pure elation on your face. "Happy Birthday, Maus."

You let out a squeal before jumping into your lover's arms. "Oh, König. I can't tell you how happy I am you're here. Thank you, thank you."

"There's nowhere else I'd ever want to be than by your side. I apologize for the secrecy, I'm not good at keeping secrets, so I needed a few hours to get everything together." He spoke softly, as he placed a chaste kiss to your lips.

"Alright, you two, get a room later. Let's enjoy this bomb ass persons birthday!" You heard Johnny call from the corner of the room, causing you and König to chuckle.

König pressed another kiss to your lips before pulling away with a contagious smile. "Happy Birthday, Y/N. I love you."

And a happy birthday it was.

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A/N: Unless gender is specifically mentioned in asks, I'm doing my very best to make it GN! For all my writings. Please bear with me if I make a few slip ups!

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sheeluvsme · 11 months

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Let’s talk about how price is literally husband material …

CAPTAIN JOHN PRICE HEAD CANNONS 🙋🏻‍♀️🙋🏻‍♀️🙋🏻‍♀️ I love this man sm …. I normally hate facial hair on a guy BUT GOD DAYM COD MEN PULL THAT SHIT OFF..

Mix of sfw and nsfw blurbs bc I’m a silly guy. I really enjoy writing this shit bc I literally will be kicking my feet twirling my hair .. ( warning fem body parts used!) as I write this shit LMAOO enjoy!!! Ps. Not proof read..I wrote this at like 4 in the morning

He literally is so good to you , you can’t even be like mad at him over ANYTHING.

There was a time he accidentally dropped his cigar and it caught the bare skin of your leg AND HE FELT SO BADDDDD

He literally can not stand the thought of you being hurt..

He DEF SENDS CARE PACKAGES WHEN HES OUT FOR MONTHS AT A TIME

Being gone for so long he always takes a shirt of yours DRENCHED in your most used perfume so when he sleeps he can trick his brain into thinking your there.

He would be a king of taking care of your son your period!!!

Your sitting there curled up trying to not wake him up but you are just in so much pain :// and his ass senses it through his slumber?:!:?:?

“ you alright love?” He mutters into your shoulder. GOD HIS MORNING VOICE IS HOT. He woke up from feeling you tense up and sigh and whine quietly from the pain. “ yeah. Just my period.” You mumble into your pillow. He carefully pulls his arm around you , “ where” he asks. “ what-?” You ask confused. “ where is it cramping now love? I’ll massage it for you.” He whispered. You can’t help but swoon because you got the best husband in the WORLD “it’s my stomach right now-“ and immediately he takes his hand rubbing your stomach. The pain is suddenly being soothed and you can finally un-tense. “ theree you go love. I got you.” He kisses your shoulder softly. “ I’ll stay like this for a bit and then ill grab your heating blanket and a cup of tea hm? “ you feel him smile against your shoulder.

He’s very caring towards you but let’s not forget how you treat him like royalty fr

He always comes back with SOMETHING wrong with his back , and he whines about it to you every time so you’ll massage his back for him. He always wins you over.

He thinks he’s def undeserving of you, your so sweet to him! He’s not used to women liking him just because you love him as a person himself. He’s had past girlfriends that just liked him for money benefits. Not you though, you literally freak out when he spends WAY too much on you “ John price!?— how much was this necklace??” And he always smiles and says “ don’t worry about it. “ he has learned lots of money saving tricks from you , he calls you a penny pincher LMAOO, he thinks it’s cute though you worry about him spending to much money like he doesn’t got enough.

He absolutely adores when you wear his hat , he thinks your the cutest thing on planet earth but dear god he’d never let you near any of the shit he does😭

You get along with 141 pretty well and it makes price really happy.

You’ve all been to the bar numerous of times and he likes watching you and soap bicker about stupid shit “ you..you eat lamb stomach?” “ ITS CALLED HAGGIS AND ITS GOOD!!”

Ghost and price giggling in the background.

They know how much you mean to there captain so they also would do anything to protect you

Your at a bar with them and some guy try’s talking to you and grabs your shoulder THEN HE JUST SEES A BUNCH OF TALL ASS GUYS GLARING HIM DOWN LMAOO let’s hope Buddy wore brown pants 🙏🏻

NSFW !!

Price lovesssssss eating you out , LITERALLY ANYWHERE IN YOUR FUCKING HOUSE. Especially if you had a shitty day at work , your in the shower trying to rinse off the day and suddenly you feel your not alone anymore..

Manz lifts you up on HIS SHOULDERS SO HE CAN EAT YOU OUT

He’s more dominant but he doesn’t mind you taking lead AT ALL

Man goes insane when you ride him

He can’t sleep , but you know he needs to. He hasn’t been sleeping much sense his last mission, he’s clearly stressed. Your hugging him..hugging turns to kissing. Kissing turns to groping, and then it turns to you ontop of him grinding against his bulge. “ fuck..let me take care of you, yeah?” You simply shake your head “ no captain. It’s time I take care of you.” He can’t deny your request when you look heavenly ontop of him. Helping each other slip off each other’s clothes, he loves looking at your tits , he finds how they feel so nice in his hands. He can’t help but grunt when you sit down on him and slowly begin to move your hips. His hands are gripped TIGHTLY against your hips. He can’t stop himself from using his hands to help move you and fuck you , he wants to be able to hit the deepest parts of you because honestly he fantasizes about getting your pregnant. He loves shooting a full load in you and praying you get pregnant, be there to take care of you , and most Importantly get to see a little baby made by you and him!!! Makes him go nuts , that’s why you and him fuck way too much around your cycle.

He is BIG into photos and videos of you.

He records videos of him fucking you and then watch them while he’s away, or he’ll take pictures to look at when he feels lonely on a trip!!!

He keeps a nude picture of you in his wallet ;)) soap was traumatized when price asked him to get something out his wallet and he found something HE DID NOT WANT TO SEE , soap has you and him down in his phone as ‘mom’ and ‘dad’ seeing that was horrific for him 😭😭

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auggieblogs · 8 months

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cuddling > anything else ˗ˏˋ ♡ ˎˊ

Max Verstappen x fem!reader

summary: Max Verstappen returns to his hotel room exhausted. You comfort him by reading to him until he falls asleep. Daniel Ricciardo interrupts their moment and invites them to dinner.

author's note: Hello lovelies, This is my first time writing any kind of fanfic (probably the last), so please be kind and let me know if you like it<3

PS: only doing this for @flippingmyshit To be very honest( this is not the cookie fic you wanted).

After a gruelling day of practice and media commitments, Max Verstappen had finally returned to his hotel room, eager to rest and recharge for the upcoming race. However, the weariness that clung to him was undeniable; all he wanted was to lose himself in the embrace of a comfortable bed and you.

"Max, is that you?" Your gentle voice floated from the bedroom, where you had been quietly reading a book, ready to welcome Max back from the track.

Max perked up at the sound of your voice, a tired yet adoring smile gracing his lips. Without waiting for a response, he made his way to the bedroom where you were, his steps heavy but determined. He didn't need an invitation; he simply climbed onto the bed and nestled himself against you.

"Maxie," you murmured affectionately, your fingers finding their way into his tousled hair, soothingly massaging his scalp.

Max sighed in contentment, his eyes heavy with fatigue. "Rough day, love," he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper.

You didn't need him to say more. You knew that the back-to-back practice sessions had taken a toll on him. With a loving smile, you shifted, lying down on your back and cradling Max against your chest. His head found its resting place there, and you wrapped your arms around him, making him feel comfortable. You resumed the book you had been reading earlier, your voice gentle and soothing. The words flowed from your lips, painting vivid images in Max's mind.

As you read, Max's breathing gradually slowed, and his grip on you relaxed. The day's fatigue had caught up with him and he was finally asleep.

Just when you thought nothing could disrupt this perfect moment, the hotel room door swung open, and in strolled Daniel, wearing his trademark grin.

"Hey there, lovebirds!" Daniel chimed, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "I hope I'm not interrupting anything too romantic."

You chuckled, your voice soft as you replied, "Not at all, Danny. Max needed some rest, and I was keeping him company."

Max stirred slightly, hearing his friend's voice. "Daniel?" he mumbled, his eyes still closed.

Daniel couldn't resist poking fun at his sleepy friend. "Maxie, mate, didn't think you'd be enjoying story time."

Max cracked open one eye, his lips curving into a sleepy smile. "I am when it's y/n reading."

Daniel laughed at his sleepy friend (grumpy friend), understanding his genuine exhaustion. "Well, speaking of good times, I thought I'd invite you two for dinner. There's a great Italian place down the street."

You glanced at Max, wondering if he would be up for it. However, Max's response was swift and decisive.

"Nah, I think I'll pass, mate," Max replied, nuzzling back into your chest. "I'm quite cozy right here."

Daniel couldn't help but chuckle at Max's reluctance to leave you or his bedroom suite. "Alright, next time then. You two enjoy your cuddle session. Don't do something I wouldn't."

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whorediaries-09 · 5 months

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oneshot in which reader is drunk and desperate for sex but james feels like she'd give her consent drunkenly so it wouldn't be proper consent, but she's begging, and he eats her out and she's babbling out thank you's

hi love, thank you for sending in the request. i quite literally am in love with it.

meddle about;

pairing- fdad!james potter x reader warning(s)- age gap (nothing borderline illegal), 18+ content, mention of alcohol. (let me know if i should add more) a/n- might make a part two if ya'll want to.

ps- okay so for better understanding, reader is harry's friend and is as the same age as oliver wood.

the slut club early winter event

'cause it's not just a figure of speech you got me down on my knees

you're warm. you don't know whether it's because of the alcohol stimulating every inch within you, or because you can feel your friend's dad's toned thighs underneath yours. either ways, it's a nice feeling that fills you up. to be on a motorbike, your shoulders clad in a sweater that isn't yours, riding under the stars under the lucent light of the streetlights. it's blinding you think, how your heart beats with how tightly pressed you are against his back.

it wasn't supposed to be him picking you up. you had called harry, and somehow his dad was there, a few moments later. you were drunk, and similarity of their features had fogged you for a few moments. you'd successfully stopped yourself from hugging him like he was your best friend. he'd smiled at your dumb found expression, before his eyes raked over your figure, the skimpy dress upon your body. mid november, you stood, your arms wrapped tightly around yourself. he took of his sweater and made you wear it.

you remember yourself asking what he was doing with sirius' motorbike. you remember his grin while he elaborated his explanations, slowly so you could catch up,

'i'm learning how to ride one. and besides my car is at the mechanics. the broom wouldn't exactly be okay if i just carried it to a muggle bar, and well disapparating is really complicated when one is drunk.'

so that's how you ended up here, on the warm couch of james potter, exhaustion dripping of your body.

'hi,' you blink, as he appears with a bunch of things on a tray. he offers you a subtle smile, setting the tray on the coffee table. his hands cup your cheeks, while he makes sure you're watching him, and your subconscious is with the moment.

'hey, dove. i'll wipe your makeup off okay?' he asks, the question tearing off softly from his lips. you stare at his lips longer than you intended to, longer than it was appropriate,

'yeah, yeah,' you nod. his hands work with the packet of wipes, slowly rubbing the cleanser soaked sheet over your face, wiping off your unsettled makeup.

your mind swirls south. his hot breath is fanning over your face, hand holding your face in place while his tongue prods out from between his lips. you inch closer to him, your knees touching with his. you feel the edge of his nose almost touch yours and you shudder. it's a weird feeling of warmth that pools in your stomach when you think how his lips would taste against yours. you wonder how his strong hands would grip you, while he'd rut his cock into you. you wonder how his voice would sound while he'd whisper sensual words in your ears.

with utmost adoration, you look into his hazel eyes. the moonlight beams through the window, enlightening the softness of his eyes. you feel his breath hitch as you move closer to his face, tilting your neck. he gulps, his heart beating against his throat.

'we shouldn't do this...' he whispers. but he doesn't let go of your face.

'but i want to. i need you mr. potter, so bad,'

your world collapses. his lips entangle with yours, as he pulls you closer to his body. he ravages your mouth with his tongue, exploring every bit there is left untouched. he sucks on your teeth, bits on your lip, and caresses your body as if he's got it memorized, as if he's got you written across his mind. he kisses you as if you'd flee if he left you. he devours with his passion, consuming you whole.

you think he might kiss you till you're lips are blue. he tastes of cinnamon and oranges. you're breathless by the time he leaves you, with a little shake. he grunts, trying to scoot away from you, but the beauty of your swollen lips and disgruntled sighs leaving your mouth leaves him mesmerized.

'fuck,' he says. you raise an eyebrow, moving towards him. he stands up.

'what's wrong?'

'no...i don't think we should do this-this is wrong-'

'i need you, please, please have me,' you beg. he's standing against the wall, your hands wrapped around him, pushing him towards the wall behind him.

'no no, you're drunk,' he says. you bite your lip,

'i maybe drunk, but i want you. i wanted you sober, i want you drunk,' you insist. he looks down upon you, contemplating your words. your fingers reek over his chest, trailing up to his neck. your finger entangle with his curls, and you bring his face down.

'feel my cunt, it's so wet, just for you,' you mumble against his lips. his breath shudders. he takes a deep breath, inhaling in you. his hands arm around your hips, wrapping your legs aground his hips. he dives into your mouth, pushing away things strewn across the hall, taking you to his bedroom. his hand fumbles with the door, as he locks it.

he pushes you on his bed, his hands not fast enough to get rid of the dress you're wearing.

*****

it's maddening, the pace his tongue works on your clit. you're over the edge of the bed, your legs spread apart, his face buried into your pussy. filthy moans leave your mouth, as his tongue dives into your cunt, devouring you better than your wildest dreams could ever. you'd dreamt about his face buried between your thighs, while he ate you out and made you scream till your throat was raw.

'ple-please,' you beg, rutting your hips into his mouth. you feel him smile against you, the frame of his metal glasses cold against your hot skin. his finger circles over your clit,

'you taste so good sweetheart,' he croons. you numbly nod your head, fondling with your breasts.

'thank you,'

he shoves his finger inside your sopping cunt, diving his mouth between your legs again. he licks a stripe up your slit, curling his finger inside you as he sucks upon your sensitive bud. he swirls his tongue, spitting on your cunt, rhythmically moving his fingers. your breathing rate increases, stomach rising and falling as you feel the coil of orgasm build within your guts. your hand reaches his head full of curls, pushing his face closer to your dripping cunt. your thighs wrap around his head, and you scream.

'fuc-fuck i'm so close,'

he hums, the vibration sending chills down your spine. he increases the pace of his fingers, feeling your walls clench around him.

'oh fuck, fuck, thank you, thank you-' you slur, as your toes curl, and eyes roll backwards. your hips rise, and he growls,

'god cum on my tongue,'

you vigorously nod your head, moving your cunt against his splayed out tongue, letting your orgasm grip you. you release your juices on his tongue, and he devours you, lapping up every inch of your juices on his tongue.

'thank you, thank you, fuck, thank you,' you babble, mindlessly.

he stands up, his cock erect and huge in all its glory. he holds you by your neck, making you sit on your knees, the fabric of the carpet digging into your skin.

'now you're gonna return the favor won't you, love?' he whispers.

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