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an: surprise shawty! i ended up finishing this in one night because once i started i couldn’t stop. also this fic was made with the song speechless by beyoncé playing on repeat so if you wanna listen to that while you read it might be more immersive!
cw: firefighter reiner! traditional wife reader! (not in the weird conservative way) unprotected sex, creampie, slightly sub reiner! also reiner is southern in this it’s not specified but i was thinking it along with reader being chubby. again not said but sort of implied. also not proofread!MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!!!
It had been four years. Four years of a blissful marriage with the love of your life. Reiner was a hard working man. A provider in every sense. So much so, he picked a job that entailed providing for others. He loved to help, to save, and so it wasn’t hard for him to pick being a firefighter as his career choice. He was so glad he did. It was how he met you.
-
You remember that day like it was yesterday. At the time, you were staying in your shitty apartment. It was cheap and you lived alone. So the little things, like jammed doors and cracked tiles, didn’t bother you much. Your bathroom door got jammed often. Usually, you were able to just force it open. It was second nature at that point.
That morning you had gotten ready to shower. You took a towel and an outfit layed them out of your bed while you were distracted talking to a friend on the phone. Taking off your clothes before heading to the bathroom with your phone and nothing else. You hadn’t realized you forgot your towel until after your shower. You had sighed, chuckled to yourself (foolishly thinking it was no big deal) before going to open the door. It wouldn’t budge. You shoved at it with all your strength and still, nothing.
First, you panicked. Then, you tried again and again and again. Still, the door hadn’t opened. About an hour passed of being trapped in your bathroom. As embarrassing as it was, you called 911. After explaining what happened, the dispatcher sent firefighters to your apartment. Soon later, You heard a lot of male voices and heavy footsteps in your apartment and it was so humiliating to know a bunch of men were about to see you naked.
That’s when someone called out for you and you called back. You had made a half attempt to cover your breasts and mound once you heard them prying your door open. That’s when you saw Reiner.
You can never forget the dumbfounded expression on his face when he saw you. His eyes wide and his strong jaw slightly slack. Your face grew warm. So embarrassed that the guy coming to save you was ridiculously fine. You both stared at each other before he realized he was supposed to be doing his job. He had shooed his colleagues away before they could see you in your compromising position. Then, he shrugged off his jacket and draped it over your shoulders. His face was red and his eyes stayed respectfully on the floor. You had wrapped yourself in his fireman’s jacket and he waited outside the bathroom making sure the door wouldn’t swing open or get stuck while you were changing.
He was sweet and gave you advice on how to fix your doors once you were fully clothed. You thanked him and he smiled widely and gorgeously then uttered “Of course, ma’am. It’s my job,” With such pride and sincereness, your heart had nearly exploded at the adorableness.
About a week later, you had decided to bake cookies for the men that helped you and drove down to the station. You just had to tell them thank you. Especially Reiner. His advice had all of your doors working normally. You had pulled up and walked inside and called out to see if anyone was there. All the men had come down and you smiled sheepishly when they recognized you. Reiner was the first to get to you and you talked. He had complimented your hair. You giggled and thanked him. The rest was history.
-
You were curled up on the couch. Comfortable in a bonnet and one of your husband’s t-shirts and a pair of shorts. A candle lit. Your home smells of vanilla and honey. A fluffy throw blanket thrown over your legs as you sip a glass of red wine. One that Reiner really likes so you ended up drinking too. Not on purpose. Just because it reminds you of him.
When you both got married Reiner made sure you would never have to work again. You really didn’t mind staying home, doing whatever the hell you wanted while reiner worked. You both just happened to like it that way.
As you sit, watching a new show you’ve been bingeing lately, you hear the front door open then shut. You smile to yourself and check the time. It’s eight pm sharp. The same time Reiner always comes home. Never early, never late. You hear his heavy sigh and some shuffling before he trudges his way to the living room.
“Hi, honey,” You coo, watching him walk around to collapse on top of you with a grunt. You giggle as he nuzzles into your bosoms inhaling your scent and sighing. “Long day?” You question, He nods and sighs.
“Had some stupid calls today. Been wanting to come home to you all day,” He mumbles, your smile widens. He looks up at you slightly pouting. You peck his soft pink lips. He sighs, like he’s really been looking forward to it all day.
“I’m sorry your day wasn’t the best, baby,” You say, as you pull away.
“Just…come to bed with me?” He asks, you don’t hesitate to nod and he doesn’t hesitate to carry you to the bedroom. He kicks the door shut behind you guys. He takes his time to gently lay you down.
“Reiner…” You whisper, watching him remove his shirt. His body stupidly muscled. You're grateful he started bulking. His frame is thicker and softer but the definition of his muscles still stand out.
“Hm?” He hums as he starts to kiss your neck softly sucking hickeys onto your brown skin. His large, calloused, hands gripping your thighs. Massaging the thickness of your thighs and pressing his bulge against your heat. You gasp softly, back arching and legs wrapping around his waist.
“I-I thought you were…tired…” You mumble, a little distracted as he licks up the side of your throat, hungry, desperate.
“Never said that,” He growls, his chest rumbling against yours. At that you decide to stop pretending to not want it as much as he does. You cup his face and smash your plump lips against his. The kiss is sloppy and passionate. The both of you too impatient to take your time. You sit up and push him onto his back and straddle his lap. Your hips grind against his in slow little circles. He groans into the kiss, his lips parting. You take the opportunity to slide your tongue into his mouth. You whine as he swirls his tongue around yours. It’s warm and wet. You pull back to remove his shirt you were wearing. Your breasts, soft and supple, are cupped by his palms almost as soon as they’re freed.
“Fuck!” You gasp as his thumbs circle your nipples until your buds stiffen. He sits up to suck on one before quickly switching to the other. His dick straining in his pants, a small wet spot forming where he’s leaking precum all over himself. Your shorts are worse. Cunt sticky and slick with arousal. Both of you are desperately humping each other. Driving each other crazy.
“Come on, mama. Need to feel you,” He practically whines. His voice is deep and hoarse. The Neediness bleeding into his words. You moan out loud and nod, urgently tugging your shorts and panties off in one swift motion. He does the same with his own clothes, awkwardly kicking his pants off. Your eyes meet and you both share a soft intimate laugh. Pressing your forehead against his, his hands grabbing hold of your waist.
“I love you, baby,” You say softly. His hands slide down to your hips then up your back. You shudder at the contact. He grins.
“I love you too, darling,” He whispers. You grab the base of his cock and rub your wet folds back and forth on his flushed pink mushroom tip. He lets out a breathy “Fuck” Before his hands slide back down to your undulating hips.
“You missed me, baby?” You ask, your eyebrows furrowed in pleasure as you grind your clit against his head. Getting wetter and wetter. Coating his thick length in your juices.
“You know I did, [Y/N],” He says breathily. You smile and shake your head slightly.
“Just humor me, my love,” You murmur. He rolls his eyes a little, though not truly bothered by your teasing.
“I missed you so much, honey,” He mumbles with a small smile. You sink down on his dick and you both moan in unison. He stretches you out in ways that never fail to make you feel it. Even after all these years. His eyes are shut tightly, his grip on your hips bruising.
After a moment of adjusting, you slowly lift your hips up and down. Your hands on his firm chest for support. Your pussy wrapping his cock in warm tight wetness. Dripping and soaking him in pleasure. He sighs and relaxes, getting used to the rhythm you set.
“You feel so fucking good,” He groans, his hands moving to your ass, squeezing and slapping the fatty flesh. You take the stinging sensation as encouragement to speed up slightly. The soft slap of your skin meeting fills the room, your eyes rolling back. Reiner’s eyes open to watch you bounce on his dick. His eyes fixated on where you’re leaving that signature creamy ring around the base of his cock like you always do when you guys make love.
“Reiner, Baby,” You moan out, You make eye contact with him and almost cum right then and there. His face is flushed, his jaw is slack and the softest moans and whimpers escape him as you bounce faster. He collects some of your creamy slick with his thumb, then rubs quick tight circles on your swollen clit.
“I’m so fucking close. Please tell me you’re there too. Please, Baby,” He whines desperately. His hips thrusting up to meet your bounces. Rough and quick, the both of you chasing your releases.
“Yes, I’m there, Baby! I’m cumming!” You whine. You cry out, your voice cracking as you orgasm. Your face scrunching with pleasure while you clench and pulsate around him, milking him for all he’s worth.
“Holy- fuck!” He grunts. His eyes rolling back and his toes curling as he holds you still with his grip on your hips. His cock throbbing inside you as he paints your walls white with his thick, warm cum. You collapse on top of him and he wraps his arms around you.
You both sit in silence, bodies sweaty, trying to catch your breath. His hand slowly and soothingly rubbing up and down your back. Once you no longer struggle to get air in your lungs, you lift your head to kiss him soft and slow. He smiles into the kiss, and when you pull back his smile is still there.
“I love you,” You whisper, smiling back at him. His hand finds your left, fidgeting with your wedding ring before kissing your knuckles.
“I love you, darling,” He whispers back. You giggle and nuzzle your nose against his. He chuckles and carries you to the bathroom, where you both clean up.
Warning: teeny-weeny Free! spoiler (bump in Sousuke’s swimming career)
"And make sure he's back home by 8:30 the latest! Got it?"
"Yea...I- I got it," Sousuke groaned.
His eyes never met yours, feeling more and more intimidated under your intense gaze. He always found you kinda hot when you were all riled up but he knew his rights to wandering eyes were revoked. He instead opted to scan the plain walls and various apartment doors in the hallway. And occasionally down at the pointed finger you had jabbed in his chest.
You were just about to continue with your lecture when your son chirped up.
"Come on dad! If we don't go now, the lines will get too longggg," he whined, tugging at his father's shirt.
Sousuke was well aware that the lines at the amusement park were already out the gates and that he would more than likely be ushered to the front anyway, but he couldn't miss this opportunity to get the hell outta there.
"Alright Zai," Sousuke announces, "tell your mom bye and we'll go."
Without wasting another second, your 5 year old son grins up at you with his adorable smile and chubby cheeks,"Bye mommy!"
"Bye baby," you say sweetly, bending down to straighten his clothes. "Behave yourself ok? And don't eat too much junk. Remember your manners and don't go off on your own. Mommy's number is on that bracelet, if you get los-"
"Yes mommy. I got it!"
You sigh as you stand back up. "Okay...well have fun!"
"We will!" Zai yells behind him as he runs down the hall.
"I'll see you later," you call out again.
"Yea!" This time he's already turned to corner and is probably smashing at the elevator buttons.
Now its just you and Sousuke...
"Uh yh, bye Y/N. I'll be sur-"
SLAM!!
He would be lying if he said that the door shut in his face didn't hurt like a bitch. But what was he really expecting?
He just sighed and turned on his heel, hands deep in his pocket, fidgeting with the small box inside.
His mind drifted to the times when the air between you two were comfortable and loving, not tense and filled with hatred. When you would practically throw yourself on him when he came home and he would shower you in kisses. You were with him through all the ups and downs. His glory days in high school where he was among the top swimmers in his age group to his unforeseen shoulder injury which had everything around him crashing down. He became so depressed. But you stuck with him through it all. When he finally fully recovered at the end of university, he was quickly climbing the ranks once again. You, of course, were there to cheer him on. When he qualified for the Olympic games, he had recruiters and trainers from all over the world ringing his line. He got a great opportunity abroad and you eagerly pushed him to take it on. He was very reluctant about leaving you, but you quickly dismissed his worries and happily waved him goodbye, knowing that he would regret his decision later if he declined.
When he did come to visit, having some quality alone time was always on the top of your to-do list and departing from each other once again was the hardest. But for the most part, you guys made the long-distance relationship work. Everything worked...until it didn't!! :0
(sorry, I'm so dramatic)
It had been a week since he flew back out after visiting you for a few days. Sousuke had just wrapped up a small interview and he was still seated in the leather interview chair when he pulled out his phone.
BABYGIRL 💞
Please call me.
3:07pm
Sousuke slipped out his seat and through the door, leaning cooly outside against the concrete studio building ensuring that he was out of the way of the hustle and bustle of the busy pedestrians.
Bzzz Bzzz Bz-
"Hey Baby, missing me already?" He smirked.
"Hi...well yes...but that's not why i called..."
Damn did he love the sound of your voice, but what's with the worried stutter?
"What's up?"
"Please don't get upset..."
Sousuke frowned. Don't get upset? He straightened up his posture against the building, bringing to phone closer to his ear.
"What is it?"
"..."
"Y/n, what is it?"
You cringed at the absence of your usual nicknames. Your hands were clammy as you desperately tried not to drop the phone. Your heart was racing at a mile a minute and everytime you glanced at the positive tests decorated all over your bathroom counter, its sped up. You had to remind yourself that it takes two to tango and NONE of this is entirely your fault! It's not your fault....It's not your fault...
"I'm pregnant."
Sousuke froze, "y-you're what?"
"Pregnant Sousuke...pregnant," Your voice cracked as you whispered it out, clutching the phone impossibly tighter.
"How?"
Your back which was once slouched over the bathroom counter straightened up. Your face wrinkled into a frown and the tears running down your face felt hot with rising anger.
TF do u mean howw? That stupid question made you want to jump through the nearest window and the irritatingly calm way he asked such bullshit, had you foaming at the mouth.
"How Sousuke?!? You tell me!"
"But we're NOT ready for a child y/n," his voice was still low but stern, "We're still young and I'm finally at the top, there's no way i can raise a child right now.”
You quieted down, "So what are you saying?"
"I think you know y/n."
No. You had to hear him say it.
"Well I'm keeping it, so WHAT are you saying? Are you going to help me raise our child or not?!"
Sousuke sighed, "No y/n, I'm sor-"
Call ended.
* * *
After that phone call, a week had gone by without either of you hearing from the other. You were picking up around your apartment as it had started to reflect the messiness of your mind.
You decided to turn on the TV for some background noise and coincidentally it was on the celebrity entertainment channel.
"Ahh well at least i can see what a catastrophe other people's lives are ..." you murmured to yourself.
Snatching up some sticky candy wrappers from the kitchen counter, you headed to the trash partially listening to the overly enthusiastic TV hosts.
"Aaaand guess what folks?!? Next up we'll be talking about the rising athletic star SOUSUKE YAMAZAKI caught getting steamy with 3 Victoria Secret Models!!!" the man said.
"After securing his place at the Olympics games, it seems he got the surprise party of a lifetime!! And paparazzi caught ALL the sexy hot tub scenes so stay tuned!!" his co host added.
You felt sick and not just from the growing child inside you.
You wanted to look away but you couldn't help but stare at the images on your future child's father feeling and rubbing up on 3 other women in bikinis.
That son-of-a-bitch...
Right before the show faded to a commercial break, you heard, "haha wait, didn't he mention being in a relationship recen-?"
You realized that cutting people off was starting to become a bad habit of yours, but there was no way you would listen to any more of that.
"He sure does move on fast," you muttered.
You couldn't help but wonder if he had those girls or even others on the side while you two were together as well.
The way his hands would grab at ur body eagerly showed that he must've been more than touch starved when he was away, but rn,
"It's alright Y/N. It's alright," you repeated to yourself. "He's not a part of your life anymore. That's just how it is. You'll be an amazing single mom. You have supportive friends and family. You'll be fine. You didn't and still don't need him..."
Now you're crying.
You try to blame it on the pregnancy hormones but you know better.
You curl up on the sofa, not having the strength to drag yourself to your own bed, and continue to shed your tears. You've been getting used to the sensation of crying your eyes out, it has become a more frequent thing since the call and sweetie, you had many more crying sessions to come...
* * *
Five years later, here you are.
When Sousuke finally reached out after 3 years of complete radio silence, begging you to allow him into your son's life, you didn't hesitate to drop a cold-hearted "No."
Who tf does he think he is?!?
However, it was your friends and family who were the ones to urge you to reconsider, saying that it would be best for Zai. You were still reluctant but eventually gave in, only for your child's sake.
Sousuke didn't visit too often, but when he did, he was always bearing expensive gifts and a fun day out.
You hated to see your baby go off with that bag of shit but you were kinda happy for Zai. He was spoilt rotten whenever Sousuke came around to add more toys to his collection. He really enjoyed riding in his dad's luxury sports cars and visiting his over-the-top condos. However, you raised him well and he knew when it was time to go home.
You sometimes felt bad knowing that you couldn't afford all those things for Zai yourself but he never fussed about wanting to stay longer with his affluent father as he knew that his own home with you was just as rich in unconditional love. 🥰
Zai sat on a bench, swinging his tiny legs as he chowed down a corndog.
"All worn out kiddo?" Sousuke asked while taking a seat beside him.
"No! I still have to go on a few more rides so i can be named King of Fun Land!!" he exclaimed, stretching out his arms dramatically.
Sousuke chuckled as he grabbed a tissue to wipe the ketchup off his son's mouth.
"Well your mom made an appointment to get your hair cut so we have to finish up here quickly ok?"
"Ok!!" Zai chirped.
"Uhm...speaking of your mom...."
Zai was too enchanted by the tasty carnival food to notice the change in his father's behaviour and how he shifted awkwardly on the bench beside him, trying to find the right words.
"..does she ever talk about me?"
He felt like a complete loser asking such a question to a 5 year old, but he couldn't help it.
Despite his nonchalant attitude, he really does regret what he did. He wants to see his son grow and learn, he wants to be a part of his life, he wants your forgiveness and he wants to know if he even has a chance at gaining your forgiveness.
"I'm not allowed to repeat what mommy says. She says they're bad words and i shouldn't use them."
There it is. He has no chance. He knew that. But the confirmation still sliced his heart.
"Oh alright kiddo. Don't worry about it," Sousuke ruffled his son's hair and lowered his voice, "And uhh don't bother tell her that i asked."
* * *
Zai continued to have a fun day with his father. After his haircut, they fed the ducks, got icecream and before he knew it, it was time to go home.
“Oh shit,” Sousuke cursed as he checked his watch. “Your mom is going to kll me.”
He buckled his son into his back seat and he made his way behind the wheel. He turned to his son behind him with a small smile and said, “I actually have to pick up...a friend of mine right now. Is that ok?”
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Best Friend Armin can’t help but stare at you sitting on your boyfriend Eren’s lap on the other side of the crowded party.
Best Friend Armin feels himself get painfully hard when you lock eyes with him as Eren busies himself with giving you a hickey in front of everyone.
Best Friend Armin would find himself in the bathroom with you crying on his shoulder, and you tell him you just caught Eren making out with some random girl.
Best Friend Armin Would laugh at your hypocrisy. Saying how you shouldn’t be crying about him cheating when Eren has no idea about you running straight to your best friend’s dick whenever Eren does something to piss you off.
Best Friend Armin Would whisper into your ear, asking if you remembered the night he took your virginity.
Best Friend Armin Would ask if Eren still thinks he’s the one who got to take your innocence.
Best Friend Armin Would make sure to keep you quiet as he pushed his cum covered cock into you for the fourth time that night, sticking his fingers into your mouth and forcing you to suck.
Best Friend Armin Would laugh in Eren’s face after being accused of fucking you. Saying, “Of course I did. Someone had to.” As he played with your purity ring that dangled on a chain around his neck. A souvenir that he collected a week prior to the day you let Eren fuck you under the impression that it was your first time.
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Super sorry to everyone who has been waiting for new chapters ❤
You sighed loudly as you tucked your phone into your back pocket and finished putting away the flashy garments customers had mindlessly scattered around the boutique.
It's been a relatively slow day but you were exhausted nonetheless.
With your final college exams rapidly approaching as well as your rent due, you were quickly burning out. And to top it off, Kirishima was becoming more and more overbearing!!
Don't get it twisted tho...you loved the guy! You really did.
He's been a great friend of yours all throughout college and even insisted on helping you out with your apartment hunting.
You'd be lying if you said that you didn't have a crush on him at one point.
However, as the months went by, you started noticing an odd change in his "friendly" behaviour.
At first, you thought he was just looking out for you, but now...you're not too sure.
He's constantly asking about your whereabouts and what exactly you were doing and who exactly you were with. Even going as far as to make you send pictures or video calling you himself to "double-check".
Location had to be on and shared at all times.
Don't forget to send him your school and work schedule. And inform him of any changes.
Wait, did you tell him what you ate today? You MUST tell him what you've been eating! He has to ensure that you’re getting all your nutrients.
And if he doesn't think you have, open the door. He's brought you a meal, gummy vitamins and a big smile.
You groaned and rolled your eyes as a silk dress slipped from your arms for the 7th time.
"Fuck you, you silk fucking dress. I hope no one buys you," you whisper-yelled, bending your aching back to pick it up again.
"Aww y/n that's no way to talk to a dress."
Your coworker Mina emerged from the backroom laughing, equipped with various hangers and tags.
"Sorry. I'm just so...exhausted," you sigh.
"School?"
"Yea and...you know who."
You've ranted about the Kiri to her multiple times on your breaks. It was mainly to just get it off your chest but she never failed to always give you the same advice.
"I keep telling you y/n. Block him. Cut him off. Completely. Throw him out."
"I know. I know," you sighed. "But its easier said than done..."
"Then gimme your phone. I'll do it for you," she cocked one hand on her hip with the other outstretched expectantly. Her face was so serious, you almost didn't recognize her.
You turned away, unable to meet her intense gaze and continued sorting the clothes. "Not today Mina. He's walking me home tonight."
"Of course he is," she rolled her eyes as she strutted over to cover the store windows. "He always is."
Was that jealousy?
"Well...i mean...it is nice to have a friend walk me home when it gets dark."
"Y/n. I'll personally walk you home every night if it'll get you to cut that CREEP off. You know he's dangero-," she suddenly stopped. "Speak of the devil."
Emerging into your view through the large glass windows is the man of the hour.
Kirishima was quickly making his way across the street towards the little shop. His spiky red hair was covered by a black hoodie and his hands were tucked away in his dark jeans but his crimson eyes shone frighteningly bright as they locked with yours.
You couldn’t ignore the unpleasant shivers that ran down your spine upon seeing him.
Why were you feeling like this?! He is just a caring friend, walking you home. Right?
Your thoughts were suddenly interrupted when Mina roughly shut the window curtains and sharply swivelled to face you.
"Listen, I stand by what i said," Mina whispered, shooting you another serious glare before going to unlock the door.
The familiar click of the door lock made your heart skip a beat. But it nearly stopped beating altogether when Kirishima poked his head through the door with his sickeningly sweet smile.
"HEY! HEY! I didn't think you'd still be locking up. I'll just wait outside ok cutie?"
"Uh yea. Ok."
* * * * *
"Welp. That's all," Mina says after shoving the keys in her pocket. "I'll walk with you home y/n."
Wait what?
Kirishima couldn't have that!
"Oh haha! There's no need. I'm walking Y/N home," Kiri chirps.
"I know you came all the way here, but I'll walk them home from now on. ok?"
"Who does she think she is," kiri thought.
"That's very sweet of you but their place is on my way home so it's no big deal. And yours is in the opposite direction, right?" Kirishima's tone dropped, "so please, leave it to me."
Mina was unfazed by his attempt to deter her. Instead, she looked to you.
"Y/n, want me to come with you?"
You froze up.
The air was so tense.
Suddenly, Kiri's arm slid behind you, giving your side a gentle squeeze, urging you to speak up.
"I- uh, it's fine thanks! You can go home."
Mina was unimpressed with your answer but didn't bother arguing. She just gave you a final look before bidding you both goodbye.
You and Kiri watched her walk down the dim street for a bit before heading towards your apartment.
The two of you walked in silence and not once did his hand leave your lower back. It made you a little uncomfortable but you didn’t say anything out of fear of how he’d react.
When you reached the building, you finally broke the silence.
"You can leave me here Kiri," you smile.
"No way José! I gotta take you to your door."
It was worth a shot....but now he wants to have a full conversation...
"So how was work?
"It was fine"
You're climbing the stairs now.
"How's studying going?"
"That's fine too."
You're walking down the hallway
"Anything new?"
"No."
You're at the door.
"Well thanks again Kiri!" You quickly unlock the door and shove yourself through. Kiri watched as you turned around to shut it. "Goodnight!"
But the door wouldn’t close.
"Actually Y/N, i have a bit of a problem...” Kiri admits. It was then that you noticed his foot jammed between the door.
The beating of your heart was so loud that you didn’t notice him slyly making his way inside.
“Uh my roommate, Bakugou, yeah, he has a guest over and told me to get lost, so i can’t exactly go home as yet,” he explains. “Do you mind if I just chill here for an hour or so.”
YES! YES I MIND! Why didn’t he say this before??
“Uh no, that’s fine. You can stay here for a bit. I’m just going to take a shower.”
“Ah great! Thanks cutie, you’re the best!” Kiri proclaims while getting himself comfortable on the couch.
You scurried towards the bathroom and sighed in the mirror.
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What do you think about poc fanfic blogs? Do you think they should include white people?
anon i think you answered that one yourself.
they’re poc blogs.
they have every right to make poc exclusive content, and no obligation to create white content. why?
because there’s plethora of white reader content out there. that seems to be the default apparently, even though it shouldn’t be. things like “blushing” or “silky straight hair” are blatantly white characteristics, so by that logic a lot of fanfiction out there is exclusively caucasian. so why exactly can’t it be the other way round?
if poc blogs choose to write neutral features for their readers that’s fantastic! if they choose to create content for fellow poc readers that’s brilliant! at the end of the day its their choice, and no one is obligated to read their stuff. you dont like what you see or you think it doesnt apply to you as a white person then leave and go find someone else that fits your taste. there’s no shortage of white reader content out there, unlike poc content which is scarce to say the least.
A/N: Ahh you guys seemed to like my other “Blanket” fic so i decided to do another 🥰
You roughly tugged the single blanket to your side of the bed with a firm “hm”.
Eren, on the opposite side, did the same and you jerked backwards at the force.
“Eren...” you warned.
Eren only rolled up in the blanket further and smiled to himself.
With a huff, you quickly sat up in the bed and grabbed at the soft fabric he was wrapped up in.
Gripping and tugging and pulling wherever you could furiously, “You think you can just hog the ONLY blanket in this god forsaken place huh? And I’m just supposed to freeze to death? HUH? I’m too fucking tired for this shit Eren!”
Eren’s piercing eyes suddenly shot up and locked with your exhausted ones.
In fact, you both were exhausted from the day you had.
No day isn’t exhausting for the two of you and there’s no guarantee that you’ll even make it out the next one alive.
After some unexpected turn of events during the mission, you were lucky to even sleep in a bed tonight.
Eren was still holding onto the blanket that you unsuccessfully tried to take from him as he stared at you in the small, dim room.
“Y/N...”, his deep voice said plainly, “I will bite my hand and wreck this whole building. Don’t play with me.”
Stunned, and just too tired to argue, you let go of the corners of the blanket that you had managed to grab and sighed.
You flopped back down on the bed, rolled to your side and curled up into yourself ready to just call it a day.
But just when sleep was about to fully take over your body, you felt something heavy on your waist.
Eren flung his muscled arm over your form and forcefully dragged you towards him, pressing your back firmly against his chest.
He stretched the blanket over the two of you and let out a long sigh of satisfaction as you snuggled in.
He then leaned down and pressed a gentle kiss on your shoulder, softly mumbling, “i love you.”
You scoffed as you made yourself more comfortable against your boyfriend.
“If you wanted to cuddle Eren, you could have just said that,” you teased, wiggling your ass up against him causing him to let out a low groan
Further wrapping you in his arms and holding you tighter, he sighed and closed his eyes, grateful to have one good thing in his sorrowful life...
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Shoto Todoroki x Reader
Cuddles, fluff, jealousy and crack lmao
A/N: I wasn’t gonna post this because I thought it was pretty trashy (and I would probably be the only one to find it kinda funny) but ya know...someone else out there might enjoy it so HERE YA GO!
You turned under your sleeping boyfriend’s heavy arm uncomfortably and rubbed your cold feet together to try and get some warmth.
Roughly tugging the thin sheets up to your body, you rolled over and snuggled in but you were still colddddddd!!
“Agh! Fine i’ll get up,” you whispered-yelled to no one but the monsters under the bed.
You threw the covers off of yourself and slipped out of Tododroki’s arms.
Luckily, he was quite the heavy sleeper.
Sliding to the edge of the bed in the dark room, you prepared to make your way to the-
“Where are you going?”
You: I THOUGHT U SAID HE WAS A HEAVY SLEEPER?!
Me: IM SORRY! I LIED 😭
“Y/N? Where are you going?” Todoroki repeated in his deep, husky, i-just-woke-up voice.
Sitting up in the bed against the headboard, rubbing his tired eyes, you admired his exposed chest and abs. You were able to make out the definitions of his built form with the help of the soft city lights that shone through the window.
“Oh Sho, I was just going to get a blanket," you answered quietly.
He stared at you.
“...yeah, I was getting a bit cold so I’ll just double up. Sorry for waking you.”
He once again said nothing.
Shrugging off his silence, you switched on the flashlight on your phone and began to stand up from the bed. But before you could even get your red and white bunny slippers properly onto your feet, Shoto grabbed your arm.
Frightened, your head whipped around to him.
“Shoto?! What is it?”
“I- You’re going to get a blanket?” he asked, confused.
But you were just as confused as to why he would suddenly grab you but then ask such a mild question.
You gently tugged your arm out of his hands and gazed at him alarmed, “Yes...d-do you want one too?”
“No. It’s not that.”
Now it's your time to stare at him in silence.
But he just stared at you.
“What the hell is up with this guy?!?” you thought. “He seems so out of it.”
But then it hit you….He must still be sleeping!!
Yes. Yes. You've heard all about those sleepwalkers and sleeptalkers.
He clearly must still be sleeping!
You relaxed your surprised expression, replacing it with one of full-understanding 😌
“Ah I see,” you say, leaning back onto the bed and hovering over your boyfriend.
Straddling his lap, you placed your hands on his broad shoulders.
"Baby? You want to do that again? Right now?" He asked, voice dropping a little lower than usual.
But you didn't reply.
Instead, you gently began to push Shoto’s shoulders down to lay him back in the bed but when he didn’t budge, you applied more pressure!
Now, aggressively shoving the man down into his own bed, Shoto looked up at you terrified.
“Y/N?! W-What are you doing?!?”
“Shhh Shoto, it's all right 😌”
“Huh?!”
“Shhh you’re still sleeping my love. This is all just a dream.”
Shoto stared at you in horror as you began to sing a lullaby.
“Y/N. Please-” he cried.
You stopped.
Letting out a breath of relief, he then leaned over and threw your slippers off your feet before pulling you into his chest.
You squirmed in his grasp as you tried to get up once again, “Just gimme one second Sho. I need to get the blanket.”
Shoto frowned, “Baby, let me hold you.”
You finally managed to break free and sat up once again.
“I’ll be right back!” you said and quickly kissed his cheek.
As you headed to grab a blanket from the closet, you saw a bright light appear out of nowhere from the corner of your eyes.
Quickly turning around once again, you notice that Shoto just activated his fire quirk, inspecting it.
“Shoto?!” you whisper-yelled, “Be careful! The sheet’s aren’t fireproof!”
Shoto held the arm he had set ablaze up to you, “But aren’t I warm? Why do you need a blanket”
So this is what that was all about..
“I-, babe. Do you not want me to get a blanket?” you sneered.
Shoto looked away from you and you tried not to laugh.
"I just feel like I should be able to keep you warm, like usual, that's all,” he grumbles and you had to let out the laugh you were trying to keep in.
"I'm just a little colder tonight. ok?"
"But you were warm last night."
"Yes and tonight I am cold," you state plainly while playfully rolling your eyes.
There was a small moment of silence between you two before Shoto suddenly spoke up again.
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