I Think We Need Some Headcanons Of Cowboy Reiner

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i love this song https://open.spotify.com/track/5kfNriitmkNE8mUbZ7gbq8?si=ABipdw_BQqygrGqFEGPcEA and musician eren so why not combine them 🤭

everybody known eren is a rapper but my man got vocals too!! so imagine him writing this song about like an early y/n like in the early stages of their relationship. basically eren releases the song (it’s on an album or something) and everybody thinks it’s some club anthem because of the title- in my head eren has his music loved down ; ain’t nobody hearing until it’s ready!! it’s really this emotional piece about y/n.

this was probably the longest thing i put in cherry’s ask box but i just wanted to say my piece yall 😭

baeee!! This was beautiful. I swear you feed my delusions so well. 🥹 and this songgg?? I love it. I imagine this is how it came to be too..

tw: angst, mentions of childhood trauma, more reverb spoilers, weed and alcohol use

living a busy lifestyle on the road, going from city to city..state to state trying to make a name for yourself wasn’t easy. Your journey to stardom was one consistent of hard work, faith and sadly, a lot of tears. It wasn’t often that you had the chance to sit down and reflect on your past. But tonight, you found yourself in the one place that felt like a safe haven..around the one person you found solace in to freely confide in about your problems..

“It was the night of my first performance with the girls and I wanted to go run to the phone…tell my granny that I finally did it. But I couldn’t…I felt so fucking stupid. I think I spent an hour crying on the floor of that damn dressing room. Didn’t want anybody bothering me..”

(Y/N)‘s feet swayed freely in the crystalline pool waters, kicking alongside another set of legs underneath the pale moonlight. Stars glistening in the dark sky like a blanket; hovering above your head. But the hand holding your own was what gave you the strength to finish telling such a heartbreaking story. Your longtime friend and new partner, EJ The Don..at least as the world knew him. But to you? He was just Eren and that was all he ever wanted. Was for someone to see him for who he truly was. And the feeling was reciprocated. So the two of you were sitting outside, as you had done many nights before and just reflected on your past lives. All the things and experiences that led you to where you were today.. blunts illuminated around you and unfinished bottle of wine. Honestly, it was the easiest way to cope with sharing your feelings. Something that didn’t come easy. But with him listening along, you felt more at ease and comfortable..so the words flowed as did the tears you had been holding in.

“..my mama didn’t even congratulate me. Hadn’t seen that lady in years. Hell, I didn’t even know who she was until two years ago but the first thing from her mouth when I went back to my old hood was ‘think you can loan me some money?’ What kind of shit is that?”

he had never seen you so open and you had never been this vulnerable with anyone in your life. It was a new experience for the both of you. In a way, you felt ashamed..that maybe he’d view you in a different light after airing out your dirty laundry. Even though he left home of his own volition, he still grew up in a stable environment. You guys were from opposite sides of the tracks but even so he didn’t judge! And when you tried to apologize for your past, he’d clutch your hand tighter; placing a kiss to your temple before rubbing his thumb across your cheek.

“What are you sorry for? Something out of your control? I love you for who you are now and I’m grateful that you shared all of this with me. Stop apologizing for shit you couldn’t help.”

it was such a refreshing change from all the men you’ve encountered in the past. He didn’t show it that night but every word you said to Eren stuck with him. From the pain of losing the one guardian you’d had in your entire life to the toxic relationship with your estranged parents and even your stint of having to do things you weren’t proud of just to avoid sleeping on the streets. It wasn’t sunshine and rainbows for you, hence why you smiled so much now. Gracious for the life you had built. Even so, his heart ached for you..he wanted to cry knowing that such a beautiful woman with an even more beautiful heart had to endure such hardship. It pained him to not be able to find the right words to express how truly sorry and empathetic he was of your situation. How could he? Here he was some kid from Jersey who grew up well off while you were on the other side of the tracks suffering. He felt he had no right to speak on you or the things you’d overcome. But he couldn’t help himself….long after you had gone home; sitting up in his studio with his pen and pad, trying to come up with a new track. Like he had done so many times before when the woes of insomnia had kept him awake. He’d scribble a few things here and there..nothing sticking. That was until he thought about you…so helplessly crying in front of him. In that moment, he felt so weak; unable to tell you what you needed to hear. But he hoped to atone with his next gesture. Reaching over into the corner, he’d retrieve his guitar. An instrument only used in a few tracks of his but one he enjoyed playing the most. Strumming along, he’d hum a melody..closing his eyes to get a feel for what he was playing. That’s when it’d all start to click.

‘They don’t care like I do..’

from there, every lyric, harmony and melody flowed freely like the tears from his eyes when he pictured his precious girl, his princess in such a horrible situation. Scared, alone and afraid..he wrote it with everything he had in him. Pouring his heart out into that paper and microphone as he played the tune on his Fender. Singing to his hearts content as he had not done in a long time. He recorded it that same night and although, he knew it’d become lost in the shuffle of the other more upbeat tracks on his album, EJ gladly placed it in the middle of the playlist. Hoping that if it reached no one else in this world, that it’d find its way to the one person who inspired it. It was while you were out with your girls, tossing back drinks and laughing at a downtown lounge when it first debuted on radio. Months after the album had come out and he was long on tour across the country. Everyone instantly loved it, even making remarks of how they didn’t know your ‘man’ could sing like that. But as you hummed along to the beat, you couldn’t help but become emotional as you took in the intense lyrics. Realizing that they hit a little too close to home. It took everything in you not to break down right there. But it only further proved how blessed you were to have him in your life.

I hope you’re listening, (y/n). Wherever you are…I hope you can hear me. Hear how much I love you..

no no see, domesticity IS hot. how intimate it is to make food with someone, to share a bed, to brush your teeth at the same sink, to shower and use the same towels and the same laundry soap, to grocery shop and hold hands through the aisles, to be cornered in the kitchen to make out while a pot of pasta boils over on the stove. to fall asleep and hear them snoring softly and laugh at the little trail of drool out of the corner of their mouth. to spend money together and share chores and pick on each other for your weird habits. it's not always perfect and beautiful, but it's comfortable and familiar and I just think it's neat.

Im sorry for this nasty thought, you can ignore it if you want 😭

I have a feeling hobie is the type of person who fingers f!reader who sits on his lap, thighs wide open with a big ass mirror infront of them, and he makes you squirt and let it spray the mirror from the top the bottom and says "good fuckin' girl, think you can squirt more?" 😫

WHY WOULD I IGNORE YOU I WELCOME ALL SLUTS WHORES AND SEXUAL DEVIANTS INTO MY INBOX WITH THEIR FILTHY THOUGHTS.

now.. why is she pulsing… she’s yelling.. screaming… begging for help…. he probably laughs when you squirt and swipes his fingers against your clit, holding you in place so you can’t run from him. talks you through it and encourages you so you don’t feel embarrassed <3

platforming palestinian joy is just as important as sharing the suffering they're enduring during this genocide. despite continued displacement and bombardment, you cannot steal their joy and spirit. happy birthday to this sweet baby 🖤🇵🇸 may they grow up to see a free palestine

hahaha doodleman

moe!!

plus cropped<3

they are not the same sized image but whatever

Steve taking you to pound town and crushing you with his body :-)

📻“When I get home babe it’s gonna be lights out, draw the curtains. Deep stroke, reload it. We got our ice on, stay frozen. But it’s hot in here, there’s something in the air with the lights out.”

18+ / thank you for requesting lovely! I hope this is okay and what you had in mind? Idk I put this song on and it took me away and to the moon & back so hopefully you like it... / a teeny hint to edging/steve's a tiny bit possessive or jealous

The moan that leaves your mouth is sinful, and he squeezes at your hips harder, hand slapping at your ass, soothing over the red mark and caressing along the curve of it. Your fingers twist in the sheets, a low whine leaves your parted lips in a breath. Sweat beads at your hairline - it clings to your skin and his eyes greedily take in how it drips over all of your curves. Steve’s thrusts slow, a deep stroke that has you shuddering beneath him. His fingers brush down your spine and back up. You push against him, rolling your hips and he taps at your butt again lightly - a warning. 

Steve’s in a mood. 

If the way he slammed the door of your apartment when he came home, or how he found you in your bedroom with candles lit and a book - closing it for you and drawing the curtains and flicking off the lamp hadn’t tipped you off, the way he’s had his way with you for an hour would have. 

You drip for him, walls sucking him in and he has to blow his breath out of his nose at how easily he’s able to glide in and out of you. Your teeth bite hard into your bottom lip to muffle your cries from the open window, concealed only by the closed curtains that blow lazily in the summer breeze. 

He’s barely moving in and out of you now, pads of his fingers brushing up and down your arms that shake before he tugs lightly on the gold chain around your neck. His eyes almost roll back when you lift your head and the little ‘S’ glints in the orange flicker of the candlelight. 

You’re his. 

“Baby-” your voice is thick, breaking off into what sounds like a sob. His palms are flat on your spine, soothing up and down as he picks up his pace again. He pushes lightly on your lower back, humming when you spread your legs wider for him.

His brows are pinched together, his chest heaves as he pulls at your cheeks, watching how you suck him in. Groaning at the feeling of your walls clenching around him as your fingers flex on the mattress and your head drops, chin to your chest with a whimper.  

Steve slows his thrusts again right when the coil in your stomach is ready to snap. You gasp out in frustration, toes curling and fingers gripping the duvet. He leans forward and kisses the middle of your spine, hand reaching around your front. His fingers rub messy circles into your puffy clit while his hot breath and wet kisses attack your spine. 

One of his hands moves to your thigh, blunt fingernails scratching up and down as his index and middle fingers soothe bigger and faster circles over your needy clit. He pants against your slick skin as his resolve to not cum grows weaker. Every time he gets you close and he stops, a new wave of lust seems to gush around him, making you wetter and needier. 

He has to hear it, make sure everyone knows. Steve doesn’t care if his voice sounds desperate when he asks, “Only I can make you feel like this, right honey?”

You can’t think straight anymore, another whine, a frantic nod of your head and your hips roll again, pushing back against him. Steve curses under his breath when his balls hit your ass. He stops his movements abruptly, both hands holding your waist so you can’t move and your eyes squeeze closed. He had given you a warning. 

But Steve surprises you, his hands slowly roam from your waist, up your sides as his lips drag along your spine. You shiver beneath him and his hands drift down your arms, the weight of his chest heavy on your back. Steve laces his fingers with yours, pushing you both down into the mattress. Your legs flatten, fully lying on your front, only your ass in the air for him as one arm reaches around to lift you slightly while he mouths at your neck. 

“I said,” he presses another kiss behind your ear, nose dragging behind it, “Only I can make you feel like this, right?”

“Ye-yes,” your voice is a gasp, desperate for him to let you finally cum. 

He pulls out of you slowly, feeling the curve of him - every ridge against you on the dirty glide out and the sudden thrust back in. Your fingers flex under his larger and thicker ones, a pathetic sound leaves you and floats into the air that the neighbors are sure to hear now. Your cheek presses to the mattress and Steve makes a soft tutting noise, nosing at your jaw as he slams into you again. 

Your mouth falls open, but nothing comes out, the sound of him dragging himself in and out of you a pornographic and sinful squelch. Your eyelashes wet with tears from the way he slams the perfect spot deep inside of you that he finds with the new, deeper, position. Steve’s movements are faster now, balls slapping against your ass. He’s practically growling in your ear, teeth nipping at the lobe of it, chest hair scratching at your back. Every sense is overwhelmed, the only thoughts running through your mind revolve around him. 

Steve moans your name in your ear and the weight of him against you smothers you like the flames taking over your body. You writhe and wiggle beneath him and he can’t get enough of it. Steve laughs against your sweat slicked neck, thrusts stopping completely as he catches his breath. You push back against him with a growl and he pushes you into the mattress harder. 

His breath is hot in your ear again as he speaks, voice raspy, filthy, sexy. 

“If you wanna cum, tell everyone who’s making you feel this way baby.” 

Steve rolls you to your back before you can even blink, sliding inside of you in a deeper thrust, chest pressing to yours and smiling into your neck that extends for him when you throw it back against the pillow. Your toes curl as your heels dig into his ass, fingers gripping at his shoulders and back as his name leaves your lips in almost a scream. 

Steve’s lips press into your hairline, hands wrapped around your lower back as his thrusts keep going at a brutal pace. His praise lost against the skin of your temple, drowned in the chanting of his name. 

You look so good, maybe he’ll let you have what you want finally. 

ur fav fictional men unbuckling their belts with one hand >>>

Oml I love women so much 🤭🤭

abby arms abby big big strong arms. abby picking me up carrying me around abby holding me with one arm like it’s nothing while she gets work done. abby arms caging me in abby using her arms to pin me down by the tummy while she works me over with her mouth. abby letting me bite down on her arm while she fucks me abby putting me in a loose headlock during backshots. abby carrying me to bed n rocking me to sleep in her big arms. abby arms <3