┃Haii! I’m Xoimara! Welcome to my page!!! I’m 18 years old and African American! This page is really about yapping, sharing my interest and this whole page is basically my online dairy. No creepy peoples / weird people
┃what i like: Anime, movies, manga, fanfic, webtoon story, music, dancing, and yapping of course.
┃ byf I will block you if i find something weird about you. i yap about randoms thing and my grammar is TERRIBLE. Also i talk my shit, so if your going act some rude type of shi or don’t agree with me, yeah im on that ass.
I wish i can feel safe in fandom even the color of my skin but knowing that will never happen which sucks so much. I cant cosplay my favorite character without people making racist comments or I can’t make oc of a show without someone commenting about the skin color. You have people who be an ignorant person say “victim card- blah blah” when that not the case, you won’t understand because your not person of color or you have people saying “this why you guys don’t get put in show-“ when your just pointing out racism. It suck, i wish the world be much more nice and peaceful.
For the love of god, can you niggas stop making nsfw with minors??? Like they’re still a child.. you guys making nsfw of them having sex with someone is crazy. Even that sometime i still feel odd about someone age up a minor character. It like you want to see this character having sex so bad huh?
CW: none, just lots of fluff and cuddly Rei bread :)
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The alarm in your bedroom blares at 5 AM sharp.
"Dangit," you whimper, voice rough with sleep.
Your eyes struggle to open, just as they do every morning.
"Are you sure you just can't call in today?" your boyfriend murmurs against your neck. He's currently draped over you, his face buried in your chest.
"You say that every morning," you huff, wrapping your arms around him to hold him tighter.
"And every morning I mean it: I don't want you to go." he pouts.
You look down at Reiner, his eyes barely able to stay open, his arms wrapped tightly around your waist.
"You realize that you are the one that has to get up this early and not me, right? You leave before me."
Reiner whines, not letting you go at all. "Shut up."
You snort. "You don't like that I'm right."
"I just don't want to go, I don't like leaving you every morning. We don't enough time to cuddle. And I don't get to hold you long enough, to look at your sleepy face every morning." he says softly, finally lifting his head to look at you.
You look over at the clock, it now reads 5:05. "Okay, I have an idea."
"What?" he whispers, cupping your face gently.
"You gotta leave at 6:30, yeah?"
Reiner nods, pressing a kiss to your nose.
"If we get everything ready the night before, you could add an extra 45 minutes of cuddling every morning."
He tilts his head. "What do you mean?"
"I make your breakfast, you make your lunch, even shower at night instead of in the morning, then that way all you'll have to do is get dressed and ready, grab your lunch and microwave your breakfast on the way out the door."
His eyes light up with glee. "Baby, that's a great idea! You're so smart!"
He suddenly peppers your face with kisses, allowing you to feel the shape of his smile with each press of his lips against your skin. "Can we start today?"
You smile. "Are you showered?"
"Uh...no." he frowns.
"Do you have your lunch made?"
"Also no..."
"Do you have breakfast ready?"
Reiner pouts, knowing where this is going. "But baby..."
"We can start tomorrow, okay?" you smile, pressing a kiss to his lips.
"Fine," he pouts, peeling himself away from you.
"I love you," you smile.
"I love you, too."
"I promise there will be more cuddles after tomorrow."
The corner of his mouth quirks up. "I like that promise."
“come on babe it’s gonna look so cool!” you pleaded, giving him your best puppy eyes in another attempt to convince him.
you’d been scrolling through pinterest, following your nightly routine, when you came across a really cute couple pic where the guy had lipstick marks all over his bicep, maybe an overly used idea but you still found it pretty cute. and well, safe to say the idea had been stuck in your head for a week before you finally decided to play dirty and convince him to recreate the exact same picture for your perfected instagram feed.
and in your book, playing dirty meant mean puppy eyes and pouty lips with glossy tears sitting tightly on the edge of your lashes, threatening to spill over them.
a sight you knew he was hopelessly weak for.
you grinned to yourself. he was as grumpy as ever, letting out a long groan before throwing an arm over his eyes in a poor attempt to ignore you. huge mistake.
you were sitting on top of him while he lay sprawled across couch with his legs hanging over the armrest. fond as he was of summer, he wasn’t exactly immune to the dry heat that came with it and now he was dealing with a persistent headache for days, causing him to lay in the same spot for hours until the sun went down. currently, he was in his fourth hour of the day.
“babyy,” you whined with the exact pout you knew he could never resist.
he groaned again, one hand instinctively settling around your waist to steady you. “y’know you’re a fucking menace.”
you grinned. “does that mean yes?”
a tight silence stretched across his features. he sighed as his voice crawled up to a tone so defeated.
“do whatever you want.”
you let out an excited squeal, a scream of victory, before immediately reaching for the red lipstick.
ever since you’d started dating, you’d realized no matter how stubborn or intimidating he could be, never before had it seem as he had the determination to say a simple ‘no’ to you. at first he’d been genuinely confused by it, convinced there had to be some scientific explanation for why he was physically incapable of rejecting you. well, the explanation he came up with was that he was just a guy so in love. a guy weak and devoted in love.
he seemed to accept this half scientific explanation he had for himself wholeheartedly. he was a weak man.
and well, you never opposed to his logic.
you actually loved this side of him, where he was all sharp edges to everyone else with his permanent scowl sitting roughly on his face, for you he was simply a man in love who couldn’t even say a simple no because he adored you far too much.
you smiled as you finished applying the lipstick, settling yourself more comfortably on his stomach for a better angle.
leaning down, you pressed the first kiss against his bicep. perfect. you couldn’t help giggling when you noticed him subtly flexing, despite acting like he was being held hostage.
your lips lingered just long enough to leave a perfect imprint against his skin. and you felt his shuddering breath near your ears, caressing your neck. his hand tightened against your waist. he, again, exhaled softly. the soft breath brushed the side of your face and he caressed your skin with his rough hands.
“thought you were against to this,” you teased with a knowing grin. “it seems like you’re enjoying yourself.”
he gave your waist a light smack. “focus on your job.” you laughed, swiping on the lipstick over your lips once more.
by the time you were finished, his entire bicep was covered in neatly arranged and gorgeous looking kiss marks.
“i told you this would look good.” you said proudly. “kuna let me grab my phone real quick! i need to post this! where do you think the lightning would—“ your words turned into distracted humming as you wandered off toward the bedroom.
when you came back, your steps stopped in the doorway. you rolled your eyes. “this man…”
you gotta be kidding me.
you caught him in front of the mirror, his back slightly turned, flexing his biceps and his eyes trailing the kiss marks with a pleasant glint, admiring the view in the mirror.
“oh my god, kuna you narcissistic animal,”
he ignored you completely.
you winced seeing his smirk. he changed his pose, flexed his arm again and nodded with a certain approval.
