#i liked the designs so im stealing them for meeee

[shalpilot]

yeah robot x scientist yuri, for you. shes doing the tat like a fucking dot matrix printer btw

[lemmetreatya]

Reiner x fem reader smut - PURE/HONEY

I love this man so much it’s so STUPIIIIIIDDDD!! HELPF MEEEE!! IM CORRUPTED

contains: strong language, oral sex, smut, car sex, pwp

“Get in the back.”

As soon as he had unlocked the car, you heard Reiner grumble those words to you over the vehicle.

Opening the door to the back seats on the right, you clambered in. You didn’t even bother questioning what he was requesting of you — you already knew to start sliding your panties pass the fat of your ass.

The blonde male seemed to already beat you into the car. He was on all fours on top of the left back seats, already reaching his hand out for you.

As your panties pooled around one of your ankles, the both of you leaned in for a quick heated kiss.

When you pulled away, you could already tell the lust in the man’s eyes were dire.

God, you’d never get tired of the sweet slickness of his mouth.

“Rei, promise you won’t long this out. The others’ll get suspicious that we haven’t pulled out from the drive yet.” You whispered against his lips.

Go get a few beers.

That’s all your friends had requested of you both.

The small get together was under way over at Eren, Zeke and Armin’s place. But Connie, having forgotten to bring the drinks (He had ONE job!!), meant that someone needed to therefore go out and get some, considering Connie’s license was temporarily suspended (don’t ask).

Reiner had stupidly offered for the both of you to go get them, which was fine; He had driven you both here, alongside a carpooling Bertholdt, so he was more than capable of being the designated Beer Guy.

But Reiner didn’t accept the request out of good heart and thoughtful sacrifice for his Beerless peers, No. Reiner had accepted the inquiry based on the fact that he’d steal a few minutes away from the group with you because he was just too fucking needy.

“Yeah, I’ll be quick, whatever. Just… Sit back.” He grumbled against your lips, already signalling for you to prop your back up against the passenger door on your side.

Following his command, you sat with your head leaning against the window. Your legs had spread wide open; one hooked over the backseats and one tangled on the car floor.

With his arms hugging around your thighs from beneath, Reiner rode your dress up your body before lowering his face between your legs and giving your glistening core an open mouthed kiss.

Instantly your lips parted and a sweet sound of relief dribbled out from it.

“Okay, yeah. I’ve missed this, fuck.”

What made this whole thing even worse was that neither of you were publicly dating. You’d been sneaking around with each other for a few months but hadn’t told your friends what was going on.

Not that you wanted to; the situationship was purely pleasure based and none of their business.

Like clockwork, your hand found its way to the perch of hair at the top of the man’s head. You believe with the amount of force and the many times you’ve done this, it would definitely result in premature balding.

Oh well! Not your guy, not your problem!

Reiner wasted no time in directly sucking at your clit, his tongue occasionally lapping up the slick that built around it.

This man was definitely on a mission.

With the hunger he devoured you with, you couldn’t help but have your hips gyrate in succession to Reiner’s actions. However, it wasn’t a problem for him — the man only anchored you down in place, his grip on your thighs growing tighter as he continued to feed on your oozing meat.

The coarse love of sex built within the pits of your stomach. You had the want in you to just spill yourself all over this man, bathe him in your fluids and mess his face; wet his beard with the succulent juice of your womanhood.

“Shiiiiit, how long you been waiting to do this to me, Reiner? How long you wanted to suck my fucking pussy, huh?” You drooled.

The moist stirring of your dewy cunt against his lewd mouth filled the sound in between your ask and his reply.

“Since I picked you up ‘n’ saw you in that dress.”

With the way his eyes languidly rolled up to meet yours, you’re sure you’d be able to convince anyone that there was no longer a need to buy the beers; He was already drunk.

“Wannad’ to eat you since then.” He mumbled against your slick.

A pulse fizzed itself straight to your core. Your inner walls desperately clenched at the mere thought that Reiner would have devoured you upon first laying his eyes on you, however denied doing so due to the presence of his best friend in the car ride and then being in a house full of your Other friends.

The thought of Reiner’s self control being the restraint of not even an hour long drove you crazy.

No way was he that addicted to you.

Momentarily, the blonde detached his mouth from your pussy, getting as much comfortable he could in such a tight position before lapping a humid strip from the bottom to the top of your cunt.

After he did that, he sighed a loud sigh of greed. Too much goodness all in a short amount of time. Doused in your pussy — unlimited, unsolicited.

You hummed sweetly down at the man, your bottom lip plump between your teeth.

“You wanted me that bad, huh? Lied to our friends. Said you’d buy beer. But you just wanted my pussy.”

You slurred your vulgar words towards the car ceiling, head thrashed backwards against the window glass. Your breath was laboured, voice higher than usual and your hips were bucking desperately into the man’s mouth.

Reiner knew exactly what those signs meant and so in response, followed through with the usual procedure.

The blonde brought one of his hands from your thighs to the entrance of your womanhood. While his tongue continued to lap at you, his index and middle finger slid between it so that it could part your lips wider and allow himself cleaner access to your clit.

Fuck! That felt good!

It wasn’t at the front of your mind the damage it was creating but you could feel your slick leak out from the bottom of your cunt, most likely creating a wet stain on the fabric of the car seat — just another way to print yourself forever into this man’s brain.

Reiner continued to suckle at your clit, almost as if he wanted to draw honey from it directly. However, he also knew that sucking your bud this late within the session would cause you to whine and roll your body in edging desire which is exactly what he wanted.

You were so close to that freeing feeling of an orgasm, your build up having stored enough points and ready to unleash the ecstatic wave, the words were on the tip of your tongue!

“Reiner, Reiner, Reiner — I’m close. Fuuuuck, I’m g’nna come, I’m g’nna come.”

The man hummed.

Whether in reply to you or enjoyment of your unraveling, you’re unsure but the vibration definitely sent you over the precipice and into that sparkling sensation of a climax.

You moaned aloud into the air, your body stilling whilst the euphoric pleasure of sex washed over you.

Reiner continued to lap you through your orgasm, the feeling of your cunt contracting and releasing in sporadic spurts on his tongue never getting old. He thinks it’s a genuine issue with how obsessed he is with you. How you willingly allow him to undo you and grant him access to witness such a celestial experience again and again.

After he hears the heavy signs of your breathing, Reiner lays your pussy one last wet kiss before raising his head to watch you.

Spent and eyes fluttered shut, your mouth stayed agape as you came down from your high.

“You okay?” Reiner grumbled, voice deep and coarse.

You weakly nodded, your veins still buzzing with endorphin albeit pumping in lower quantities than they were a few seconds ago.

“Yeah, I’m good.” You quickly dabbed at your face, neck and forehead as they were clammy with sweat. “Fuck, Reiner. You ain’t eat shit like that before.”

The man glowered in the compliment, that familiar shy but hubristic lopsided smirk swimming it’s way onto his slick and moistened lips. He however didn’t reply and only lowered his head back down, resting it against your thigh.

Automatically, your hand found itself back within the same spot on his head. Running your fingers through the bristle strands, you watched down at the man.

Never would you have thought that the actions and decisions you’ve made in your life would mean you’d end up like this: Relishing within post-orgasm glow as your long-time friend had his head laid up on your thigh, in the back of his car on the drive way of your Other long-time friend’s house.

However, you had to momentarily catch yourself from thinking but isn’t that a good thing? Because it wasn’t supposed to be a good thing or a meaningful thing or anything for that matter. It was just a thing. No feelings, no strings and definitely no How Did We Get Here? Questions.

It was simply a mutual understanding between two friends.

Removing your hand from Reiner’s hair, you started to sit yourself up properly against the car door. You hadn’t realised that your posture had slouched.

“Want me to do you now?”

Reiner started to get up concerning you had moved your position. He sat up onto his heels as a look of conflict flickered over his face.

He knew well what you were referring to because that’s how most sessions went. The beautiful art of Equivalent Exchange. But Reiner doesn’t know if he wants to abide by that this time. For once, he feels that he’s satisfied with just basking in you alone.

Shaking his head, Reiner declined.

“Nah. Just wanted to taste you. I don’t need anything in return.”

You’d be lying if you said you didn’t feel your heart slightly flutter at the proclamation. It’s not like you were falling for this man (“No! Never!” You said into the side-eying void) but you were moved at the prospect that he was okay with simply bathing in you and nothing else.

Whether that’d be the case for the rest of the night, you weren’t sure, but that was for Future You to deal with.

“Naw, Reiner. How sweet of you.” You mocked, the playful tone in your voice a quick bounce back to the natural dynamic the two of you had: Push and Pull.

“Oi!” Any crack of vulnerability that was visible before was now wiped from the man’s face as his expression screwed into one of faux disgust.

You watched as Reiner reached forward between the gap of the passenger and driver’s seat to retrieve a pack of wipes that he kept within the glove compartment.

When he pulled back into your space, he othered you a wipe before pulling one for himself and giving a verbal answer.

“Don’t get any ideas, I’m not being sweet at all. If anything, I’m being wildly selfish and I’m fine with that.” He bemused.

“How so?”

“Well, now it means you owe me a Bonk.”

“A Bonk?” You questioned. What was he on about?

Reiner began to wipe at his mouth with the wipes, shacking at the tuff of his beard before explaining.

“Yeah, a Bonk. You still owe me, I’m just not cashing it in now. I’m saving it for another time. When I want to cash in that favour? I use my Bonk.” He said matter-of-factly.

Pulling the wipe away from between your thighs, you gave Reiner a perplexed look.

“The fuck? How is that fair? Why do you get to save a Bonk for later! Why can’t I save a Bonk?!”

“I told you, I’m being selfish.” With a slyer smirk than before, Reiner shrugged before handing you another wipe. “You just gotta play the game, sweetheart.”

With a scoff and no form of comeback, you turned your head away from the man.

All the more ways to hide the smile that was chiding at your lips.

“Boy, I— Reiner, just go buy them beers!”

(“Yo, why does it smell like sex in here?”

Even whilst sloshed on five bottles of Peroni and two Budweisers, Bertholdt’s sense of smell was still working over time.

Reiner, only now getting into the driver’s seat pulled a regretful face at his friend’s observation. He was unsure how Bertholdt was still able to smell his previous Sins concerning the two of you had gone to ‘Get the Beers’ hours ago.

“It’s probably just your head playing tricks on you, Bert. Just lie down for now, okay?” You said, as you piled into the passenger’s seat.

As soon as you sat down, you gave Reiner a concerned look. Did Bertholdt catch on? Reiner could only shrug and quickly shake his head as he mouthed that he didn’t know.

Starting up the car, the blonde took a look at his rearview mirror. He was momentarily relieved that Bertholdt was complying to your instruction to lie down. If he was asleep, it was less questions for the both of you.

That was until there was a weird groan from the back.

“Why is this seat wet?” Bertholdt muttered.

The air at the front of the car seemed to run cold. Reiner stilled with his hands on the wheel. You paused just before you could click your seatbelt in.

With a few echoing sniffs, Bertholdt rapidly sat up.

“Ew, guys what the fuck?!”)

[connievalentine]

various notes from my mighty med rewatch; ep 1/2: saving the people who save people

- oliver is Significantly shorter than everyone. i think that is so important.

- O: “well, we kinda come as a package deal..”

- they have a cafeteria set ?? was this ever used after the first episode?

- kaz’s mom irons his shirts

- canonical bowling league of heroes.

- O: “that’s a bed pan.”

K: “EWWW GROSS… sup girl ;)”

- why did the annihilator steal skylar’s costume. was he going to wear it??

- kaz being SO insistent that oliver’s grandmother’s house is on fire. like SO INSISTENT.

- “i thought your commitment was to this hospital” HORACE THOSE ARE LITTLE BOYS. WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM THEM.

- jordan’s fashion sense is so wonderful. i love her knee high converse and neon yellow jacket.

- why are they letting these children into the surgery room with no supervision.

- oliver and kaz grab each other so much. shoulders and arms and kaz enjoys shaking oliver to make a point.

- clyde and wallace write self insert vampire girl lover fanfiction

- caldera is 700 million miles from earth.. ish.

- A: “YOU’RE NOT GETTING YOUR POWERS BACK!!!”

- “i’m skylar storm and no one tells me what i can and can’t do!!” the LREF writers truly didn’t even watch the first episode.

- K: “you know that long list of things that jordan hates? yeah.. we’re on that now.”

- A: “where is everybody?”

K: “in the world? in china.. mostly.”

- O: “thanks kaz. thanks for ruining the one thing that made me feel like i really mattered.”

K: “oliver, without me, you would have never found this hospital!”

THEY R SO CODEPENDENT BEST FRIENDS OUGHHHH IM LOSING MY MIND.

- OLIVER USES THE WORD RIDONCULOUS

- J: “my parents are going to make me go outside.. in the sunshine.. and fresh air. UGH! (shudders)”

- J: “i have an idea!”

G: “sunglasses for fish? beat you to it.”

- KAZ STUCK HIS HAND INSIDE OF TECTON’S OPEN WOUND???

- megahertz :) that’s all that the only note he just makes me happy

- the slowmo’s on the fight scenes are so wonderful. i genuinely love the editing on this show. Sometimes.

- MH: “OH COME ON! no one looks good in a metal tray!”

- whoever designed megahertz’ costume needs a raise. i love the half trench coat thing he has going on

- O: “look, i know you don’t like people helping you, but i’m going to do everything i can for you to get your powers back”

- OLIVER AND KAZ ARE SO SPECIAL TO MEEEE.. oliver saying he wouldn’t want to work without kaz :((

- OLIVER STIMMING !!!!!!!! (flappy hands and clapping..) he is so audhd.

- the cgi on this show is So funny. how did they manage to make a superhero show with this limited of cgi.

that is it :) do not expect anyone to read this but if you do, hi.. i guess.

[parkerspicedlatte]

Coffee, Cocoa and Kisses

Description: introducing Macy Stark a character made and illustrated by @selixjammm who also played a big part in co-writing this so go check her out (she's pretty awesome) so anyways Macy Stark is left to face the unfair request to pick a side *in the battle of Civil War.* It's a good thing Peter and his awkwardness are always around to help cheer her up right?

Warnings: none just fluff and an insane amount of awkward (unless you count coffee as a drug or whatever)

Word Count: 1.1K

I do not own any of the characters in this. Marvel owns most (duh) and @selixjammm​ owns Macy! Stark

Peter Parker watched as his friend Macy Stark walked around Stark tower carrying on with her day, occasionally muttering to herself, something to do with the web cartridges in her Wolf Spider suit. Though he couldn't help but to pick up on the girls' nervousness, as she paced from room to room, not settling even for a second.

"Hey Macy what's on your mind? You look distracted" Peter stated, startling the girl in the process.

"Oh hey Pete didn't see you there. I'm fine just thinking you know." she replies brushing off her jumpiness displayed earlier

"Abooouuuuttt?" he pressed further making sure to emphasise the 'T'

"Well if you really want to know, my Dad and uncle Steve are basically going to war with each other and if that wasn't bad enough they want me, little 15 year old me, to pick a side and fight against the other."

Peter just looked at the girl with a stunned expression on his face not expecting her outburst nor the reason behind it

"Do you know what side your picking?" he askes mentally drop kicking himself for asking such a sensitive question

"Dads' I guess. He'd never forgive me if I went against him, but I don't want to go against my uncle either."

"Yeah wow uhh wow..maybe they'll call it off???" he stutters with a hopeful smile

"Maybe" she grumbles, a habit she'd picked up from her father throughout the years

"I mean your dad versus your uncle, that's not very fair now is it?"

"NO IT'S NOT! THEY'RE ACTING LIKE KINDERGARDENERS ON THE PLAYGROUND! Ohhhh and you won't believe this part Peter, nobody will even tell me why this is even going on, all I've got is some shouting about Grandpa Howard."

She sits on the floor calmly after her semi-expolsion and reaches for her phone as if the last twenty seconds never happened.

"You need a drink" Peter blurted out quickly and shutting his mouth just as fast

"Uhhh I mean like a drink drink, not like an alcoholic one or anything like that your dad would kill me if I suggested it to you. I meant like or like hot cocoa or something, non-alcoholic." he turns a bright shade of pink once he's caught his breath

"Yeah I do," she agrees with him, smiling at awkward save "and I definitely like hot cocoa." she winks back

"Hey that sounds good um we could um go get some or something. I MEAN NOT LIKE A DATE or anything!"

"I don't know Pete that sounds an awful lot like a date" she teases "Come on lets go get cocoa"

"Okay" QUE THE RED FACE

"Awwwe Peter's blushing"

"Wh-wha what no um I just it's kind of warm in here and like Spidey suit is not exactly made of cotton and stuff..."

"Peter I know what the suit is made of, I helped design it remember plus it's the same material as mine."

"SPIDER'S CAMOFLAUGE!" he half shouts in embarrassment

"Riiiight" she nods smirking at his now beet red face

"So how about that hot cocoa?" he changes the subject

"Only if you carry me" Believe it or not his face got even more red "I mean you are the one with super powers if I remember correctly"

"Uh um you uh do you even know where we're going?"

"Oh believe me Peter, I know every coffee house within a twenty mile radius."

"Okay then hop on but you gotta direct though, k?"

Once she'd perched herself on his back, legs wrapped snuggly around his waist with his hands holding her thighs for extra support, she pointed to the elevator doors.

"Onwards Peter, onwards!" she commands in a horrible British accent

"Oh my goodness Mace, if you ever do that again I'm getting Thor to teach you to speak properly next time he's back, or maybe Mr Doctor Strange. I've heard he's good."

"Oh I know it darling." she says fixing her accent slightly, though sounding slightly like Cruella DeVil

So he walked/carried her to the café where they sat in a cozy booth in front of a large bay window. They each ordered their drinks (Peter paying of course lol) Macy getting a double chocolate hot cocoa topped with an infinite amount of marshmallows and Peter getting himself a 4x4 coffee. For those who don't know what that is,it's a coffee with 4 cream and 4 sugar cuz he still hasn't acquired a taste for the drink but this was a treat.

"Happy now?" Peter asks setting their drinks on the table

"Yeah" she says absentmindedly sipping her cocoa while stealing a glance out of the window looking out into the busy New York streets. After a few minutes of silence he pokes again

"Penny for your thoughts?" he says smirking, holding up a copper colored coin

"Hmmm maybe"

"Oh come ooon, it's just meeee. Who's invaded your mind? Is it your dad again?"

"No  not that... its just-" she pauses sighing putting her mug down before continuing

"So there's this boy I like though im not sure if he likes me back-" Peters heart sinks as he hears the first part of her sentence

"He goes to my school, and he's like super smart. Actually he's a super hero too."

Sunken heart? When did that happen? His heart just about leaped out of his throat upon hearing the last part.

"Must be some guy." he clears his throat tring to play along

"Trust me, his is. He even buys me cocoa" she smiles as she fiddles with his fingers that lay empty on the table

"Hmmm well if he's so special, why not pursue him?" he watches as her face takes on half the blush he had earlier, complementing her lips

"Or um I guess you could um you could always wait to see if he makes the first move"

He leans closer to the table enclosing her hands in his as he does.

"Y-y-yeah I-I guess I could."

Peter slowly leans across the table, bringing his face inches away from hers, testing to see if she'd pull away. From this angle could see every little freckle that danced across her nose and even the tiny scar she'd gotten falling off of a swing when they were in grade two. Taking her lack of motion as a green light he licked his lips parting them slightly before softly pressing them against hers. Instantly, she kissed him back savoring the taste of sugary coffee on his lips while he got lost in the chocolate and cherry chap-stick on hers.

He pulled away after a few seconds though he kept his face close, resting his forehead against hers giving her one of his signature nervous smiles.

"I think he likes me back what do you think?"

"I think he wants to take you out more often."