⭑Reiner's Angel ⋆

26 𝓕𝓪𝓷𝓯𝓲𝓬 𝔀𝓻𝓲𝓽𝓮𝓻 nsfw blog - 18+

[wintrrxxo]

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♡Reiner's Babygirl♡ - August Virgo - 26 - INFP♡

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Est. May 2024

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Hobo Eren look like his nuts got a lil bit of that natural twang to em and I'm sad not really to say that turns me on and I want to smell them.

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Miss you guys. :') hoping to be back soon. ♡

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I'm sorry for being absent y'all. My fiancé got a new job so we been apartment hunting and gotta move and just have other business to handle but hopefully moving will provide me with a better headspace to come back to my blog.

I love you guys and thank you all for being so kind and patient with me even though I've been so absent and haven't been writing. ♡

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Y'all my son brought me this from school today and why it made me cry. 🥲🥲🥲

The "I appreciate when you" part really got me cause he wrote "listen to me".

My son got diagnosed like 4 years ago with adhd so sometimes, especially when his medicine starts wearing off, he has very big feelings and I always try to calm him down gently and talk to him and it means alot to me that that means something to him

He also said my heart makes me special. 😭😭😭😭😭😭

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[foreverrryourssss]

Black American Women 🖤🤎

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My Reiner obsession is really REALLY coming in hot lately.. I can't stop thinking about him. I love him so much. 🥲

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Bro. Back in like either middle school or early high school I had a Samsung so like anywhere between like 2011-2014 (i mean I still have Samsung) but like in the settings I swear there was a hidden link that directed you to a Girl's Generation music video and I swear that was my first intro to kpop and when I try to look it up I literally see nothing about it and no one saying it was a thing but I know it was there cause I literally knew nothing about kpop before then.

I feel like I'm tripping..

[pinkmirth]

𝒮𝐼𝑀𝑀𝐸ℛ.ᐟ ❤︎ ft. firelord zuko!

𝒞𝒪𝒩𝒯𝒜𝐼𝒩𝒮 ⨾ ( 800+ words of . . . ) nsfw, husband!zuko x watertribe!wife!reader, canon-divergent universe, established relationship, teasing, size difference, zuko has an edging kink, missionary, finger sucking, belly bulge, slight use of firebending, use of pet names, explicit language, lowercase intended, minors shoo! 𝓂𝓎 𝓁ℴ𝓋ℯ 𝓁ℯ𝓉𝓉ℯ𝓇.ᐟ ۶ৎ here i present, my first tribute to the fire lord! ❤️‍🔥 one look at the new-and-improved zuzu and i lost ittt >.< omg he’s never looked better . i just had to put out somethin’ spicy for this delicious man in the meantime, until the real firecracker bun finishes baking! art credits here! thank you for reading, and please enjoy! ❤︎  𝐼𝒩𝒮𝑃𝒪 𝑇𝑅𝒜𝒞𝒦.ᐟ ( ♫ ) lovely thang, kut klose ⨾ earned it, the weeknd ⨾ body smile, dvsn  ⨾ hold on, the internet

zuko fucks you so, so slow. takes his sweet time, moves with a maddeningly balmy heat; much like the kind that smolders beneath the callous of his palms. it's a slow-burning ember that simply refuses to catch fire, no matter how much you ache for even the littlest flame — ache for him. 

his long, dark hair spills over his broad shoulders like ink bleeding into tainted water, and he peers at you through that swaying, silken curtain, eyes ambered with pure lust. he uses the muscled brawn of his frame to keep you pressed into imported satin mahogany sheets, as if he could live forever in the saccharine pulse of your dripping cunt. 

or, perhaps not. maybe, he simply finds there to be more pleasure in the hunger of a good tease. it’s sudden when he pulls out, drenched to the very base of his dark, downy hair, wettened in the sweet overflow of your juices. the silence that follows the ‘shlick!’ is heavy and warm, filled only with the sound of synchronized breathing. in the stillness, every small sensation feels magnified. cool air against buzzing skin, the steady rhythm of your heartbeats, the gaping emptiness within you that zuko left in his wake.

there he lingers at the precipice for what you consider to be a torturous eternity — glides his heavy, pulsing length along the weeping seam of your slit, drags the throbbing underside of along your slickest folds in a way that teases your entrance; he enters just a fraction, his shallow promise of depth before he withdraws entirely. you’re left terribly hollow. 

“you want it, huh?” he taps along the hypersensitive bud of your sticky clit with his swollen, mauve tip, gaze narrowing whenever you whine. “need to be fucked so badly, don’t you? aw, my poor baby . . .”

through the gaze of his golden, unmarred eye, you’re a vision of beautiful undoing beneath him; all breathless and pleading for the friction he so carefully withholds. crystalline tears trace the flushed curves of your warm cheeks, salt meeting skin. zuko’s large hand moves to find purchase, his pale fingers contrasting sharply as they bloom against the rich, warm brown of your hip, gripping you with possession. 

it’s then that the tether snaps, leaving him helpless against the both the gravitational pull of your plush, pouted lips, and the siren call of your sweet pussy; he catches your hips in two sweltering palms, unable to endure another second of the space between you.

he’s toyed with you long enough. who is he to deny you now?

finally, finally, he puts away his restraint when you begin to press onto him, wiggling your round, pretty ass against his bobbing cock until he’s forced to rock back and meet your rhythm. 

when zuko eventually flips you onto your tautly-arched back and sinks home — tilting his strong hips at that precise, devastating angle — he fills you to the very brim, a thick, sated pressure that’s weight leaves you impossibly stretched around the girth of him.

he devours your pitched sounds in a deep, swollen kiss, his tongue sliding into the cavern of your mouth to suckle on your own with a heavy, shameless wetness. the low, messy sound of him drinking you in is syrupy and loud, a slick noise that echoes in the quietness of him swallowing up your gasps. 

you pull away for air and reach up, desperate to claw at him, your soft palm sliding over the firm ridges of his toned stomach until your fingers trace the jagged, fleshy bloom of the lightning scar centered at his solar plexus. it’s a map of his old pain, vibrating against your skin as he lets out a long, shuddering exhale that tells you he’s wholly, devoutly, surrendered his fire and found his personal heaven inside of you. 

“mmgh, zuko — finally . . .”

he only chuckles, a low vibration that resonates through the saffron-spiced air of his bedchamber, his head dipping low. the raised crimson dermis of the burn mark around his eye brushes against your temple; a rough, familiar texture that only adds to the delicious friction when his forehead brushes yours. 

he rocks into you with such a torturous slowness that it feels as though he isn’t fucking you at all. you’re practically sobbing for him to just move.

your spirited husband, an ever so patient man, only chuckles, shushing your dulcet whines with the claiming prod of two thick, pale fingers. they settle onto the pink of your tongue and sink further into the velvet of your mouth. he watches intently, with beautifully sharp molten eyes as your spit pools and gathers, slicking the width of his middle and index until they glisten.

“don’t worry, my love,” he coos, feeding you a deep, heavy thrust that distends the soft curve of your belly from within. his free hand descends, palm blooming with the slightest flicker of ignited heat as he presses that simmering touch over your pelvis, marking the bulge where he passes in and out of you.

he fights the spread of a grin as you moan and gag around his fingers simultaneously, your breath hot and frantic against his palm. “i’ll make you feel so fucking good, i promise . . . you’ll forget you ever had to wait.”

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[polariae]

Morning heat..

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I honestly miss being active on here like when I was posting shit like every other day or once a week. Honestly, it do be a bit discouraging to post something you work hard on and reread and edited 5 times just for it to get 600 likes and 17 reblogs and 1 or 2 comments then when you ask people opinion or like for feedback you just get ignored or people like the comment but don't actually swing by to say anything. Like my inbox is like always empty unless it's mooties (which I love!) and I would love to just talk to people and not just feel like I'm just here talking to myself.

I'm not saying this to sound entitled or like unappreciative of all the likes and comments and reblogs and lovely messages I have received before. I love all my followers and appreciate everything it's just.. I don’t know. It's all a bit discouraging. :/

It's hard not to be envious of bigger blogs that get thousands and thousands of likes and so many reblogs and so many asks that they say they can't even answer them all. 😭

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Sorry I been doing nothing but like shit posting. I am writing just very slowly because my brain is stuck in let's be all over the place mode.

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Therapist told me today she think I should be tested for autism.

[zawija]

He has the most beautiful side profile I've ever seen.