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honeybleed · 6 months

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bloom ⋆ reiner braun

read part one here

content & warnings: female reader, she/her pronouns, canon-verse, post epilogue, bunch of random ocs, mentions of sa, canon-typical violence so if this is triggering please do not read, smut (unprotected sex, missionary) so mdni

author’s note: i wanted to write a continuation cos i liked the relationship i made in the first part. also i kinda moved out of canon saur

word count: 6.7k (i mean, they are reuniting after four years 🌝)

Your eyebrows furrowed together in concentration as you gripped onto the hoop and stabiliser, and began to stitch along, following the outline of the floral pattern on the edge of the dress.

The workshop inside the tailor store was always your favourite place to be in. The clothes on the mannequins and hangers were arranged haphazardly.

Compared to the other parts of the store, the workshop was small and quaint. Furniture within the space was mismatched, usually worn out furnishings were stored in the workshop rather than being thrown out.

As much as you enjoyed coming in your free time, it was a slight pain to have to wade your way through the jam packed room.

“Knew you’d be in here.” The voice dragging you out of your focus on the blue dress.

Whilst you were an apprentice who slowly made your way in the ranks of the store, Martin was a seamster.

He had always been welcoming to you since the both of you were Marleyan captives who relocated.

“What’s up?” You smiled.

“Usually people use their breaks to leave the place of employment.”

“You know as much as I do that there’s not exactly much to get up to.” You snickered as you began to tidy up the strewn about sewing supplies across the large table.

“There seems to be a bit of a commotion outside, wanna take a look?” He asked.

“There’s always commotion.” You tutted. “But it’s kinda funny, so I’ll take you up on that offer.”

And there it was, a bunch of Yeagerists kicking up a fuss as usual. They were more furious at the fact that there was a success in the peace talks with the outside world.

They were adamant in their belief the rest of the world should’ve been destroyed. At first, they did scare you. But they were practically defunct at the demise of their beloved leader.

They tailed after a carriage, and were being pushed back by dozens of bodyguards and soldiers that unmistakably belonged to the Royal Government.

The door of the carriage was opened, and a woman of short stature exited. You bit your tongue slightly as your eyes raked over the distinguished design of the carriage.

Gleaming golden accents, pristine as the sun glimmered on the wheels. As the door was slightly ajar, you didn’t miss the plush, red upholstery.

You were busy glaring at the blatant display of status and privilege. Too absorbed in your thoughts to realise the carriage had stopped on the pathway of the tailors.

“Is she…approaching us?!” He hissed in your ear, shaking your shoulders.

“She is…?” You questioned, narrowing your eyes.

It was true, the store had a lot of nobility as clientele, but royalty visiting was completely unheard of.

And the master tailor seemed to share the same sentiment because you almost had the wind knocked out of you when you felt her yank you backwards so she could get a better close up of her.

“Your Highness…I am in shock? What brings you here? I would’ve made a reservation and closed the store completely if I knew you were coming..!” She blabbered.

You simply arched an eyebrow as you met Martin’s eyes.

Whilst Andrea was a fairly decent boss and a master at her craft, her worship of anybody who came from higher rankings of hierarchy was frankly nauseating to witness.

“You’re right, but I sent my aides to this store a few times and didn’t get a response.”

“Somebody was getting fired today.” You thought to yourself as Andrea slowly craned her neck, reminiscent of an owl as she gave you and Martin a death glare.

But neither of you worked at the reception so you pulled a face as Martin put his hands up, defensively.

“I’d like to know who made this…” Historia said with a beam, as her slender hands presented an apron with butterfly embroidery.

You swore for a split moment there was an anchor weighing heavily in your stomach. It was your work.

Remembering one of the maids who worked at the palace had come by, and asked you to do the same butterfly embroidery you had done on her daughter’s.

Soon enough, it’d become a thing where regular people asked you to either do floral or butterfly embroidery on their clothes.

Shaking your head to recompose yourself after the slight shock, you took a step forward.

“It’s my design.” You said a little bluntly, causing a few people to gasp.

“Are you a professional?” She asked, undeterred by the hostility in your tone.

“No, I’m still an apprentice.” You responded.

“I’d really appreciate it if you could do some embroidery for me.” She smiled. “Your designs are lovely. You’d be compensated, of course.”

“She’d LOVE to!” Andrea swooped in, as she put an arm around you. “I always knew she was talented. That’s why I hired her, of course!”

You grimaced at Andrea’s disingenuous praise of you. But you nodded and agreed regardless. The one condition being Martin could come with you.

Soon enough, you found yourself becoming closer and closer to Historia.

You and Martin were asked to come to the palace to help craft a gown for her for a ball to celebrate the success of the peace talks.

At first, when you and the designers were brought to her chambers, you were constantly berated to not even speak to her.

It gave you flashbacks to when you were brought to Marley against your will. You never understood hierarchy.

That’s probably what caused the slight resentment when Historia arrived at the tailors. You vividly remember how scarce food and other necessities were after the rebuilding of civilization after the Rumbling.

Yet here the Queen was arriving in a carriage that probably cost millions, and plucking you away from your job like it was nothing.

Regardless, you held back all snide remarks and did what you were told.

Which was to tailor a gown worthy of royalty for the ball.

When her entourage finally left the chambers when she asked them to, the first thing she did was ask if you were the same age as her.

You were both twenty-two years of age, her being a few months older than you. She always asked you questions about you.

At first, you didn't understand why.

You were nobody compared to her. You were sure if you told her that you were an escort in Marley she would've turned her nose up at you and probably would've asked you to be let go.

"I had gotten used to Our Lady’s crestfallen nature." One of her maids said as a passing comment to you after an evening of you working on the dress. "But she seems to light up around you."

"Why would she be happy around me..?" You questioned, genuinely bewildered. All your interactions had been mainly small talk.

"Ever since she became Queen, I suppose she misses having age mates around her. I only ever saw her smile like that when the members of the Survey Corps came by."

You figure Historia needed maids that didn't blab her business. The next time you were with her face to face, you engaged in her trivial small talk.

After the confession from her maid, you let your walls down.

"You can talk about yourself, you know." You said, as you sat on a stool, pins in your mouth as you fixed the dress slightly.

"That's all anybody does around here. It's tiring." She scoffed.

"Good or bad?" You questioned.

"Eh...good to my face, bad behind my back."

"What the hell would anybody even say about you..?" You enquired, as you pulled a face. Historia from your personal view was rather timid and docile.

She let out a sigh as she stepped away and sat on the leather ottoman.

"About my child. The circumstances that led to the baby." Her eyes flickered, she seemed as if she was about to stop herself but she didn't. "It's my duty, I suppose. But I feel as if I'm not even a queen. I'm merely a puppet."

"What makes you say that..?"

"I'm instructed to do things. A lot of the decisions I supposedly make aren't even mine to begin with."

You figure it was a tough situation for her. As it'd be for anybody. To wear gowns and a crown seems so simple on the outside, however, to be the face of decisions that choose the fate of a population isn't exactly a walk in the park.

Especially with the unrest of the Yeagerists.

Her voice was shaky. And you were sure you could see her balling up a fist. You were similar in that aspect, that was a method you always used to stop yourself from crying, especially during your first days at the brothel.

You don't know much about her. So you were afraid if you sat beside her and held her close, it'd be overstepping. Instead, you told her you were done for the day regarding her gown, and that you'd see her next time.

The following weeks to the ball, your tone had become a lot more syrupy when talking to her.

You told her light-hearted stories from the brothel, which made her laugh. You could tell she was worried and shocked when you first told her of your profession back then, but you assured her it was fine.

In exchange, she told you anecdotes of her time in the Survey Corps and Training Corps. It was the happiest time in her life despite the circumstances of it all.

There she had experienced genuine friendship. She seemed a little melancholic recalling how things were no longer the same with her beloved friends after she became Queen.

"I want you to join me. As my guest." She said.

Your eyes widened.

"Huh..?"

"If you want to, of course!" She said, placing a hand on your shoulder. "And...Y/N. I really want you to wear...this."

She flipped through your scrapbook and her dainty finger traced over the design. It was a fishtail gown. You'd pinned a scrap of satin to the page.

"It'd look so pretty with your skin tone.." She said, softly as she met your eyes. You swallowed thickly.

The busybody maid was right. Those cerulean eyes of Historia's were often blank. But they seemed to glimmer and dance when she spoke to you.

As if for a moment, she wasn't weighed by the burden of the crown.

As if you were merely two best friends playing dress up.

You slammed the scrapbook shut and backed away from her as if you were burnt.

"I...I'm sorry. I don't think it'd be a good idea." You stuttered, feeling the tips of your ears heat up.

"What's wrong Y/N..?" Historia questioned. "Did I offend you? I'm really sorry, I didn't mean to-"

"No! No. You didn't offend me." You said, sheepishly. You squinted your eyes shut as you turned away from her. God, you must've looked like a bumbling fool right now.

"I do want you to come. You were an integral part of these peace talks. I...I know I said that I barely get a say in the decisions made...but when I hear tales from people like you...our fellow Eldians who were taken away and forced to be in Marley, I want to create a better future."

Don't. Don't. Don't.

"Historia...I really would've thought as a Queen...you'd stop being so naive." You said, voice venomous.

"...Huh?"

"Whether I'm there or here, I'm still garbage either way."

"Y/N, don't say that!" Historia pleaded, eyes watering. "Don't talk about yourself like that! You're nothing like that. You're funny...and you're smart...and you're the only person in this palace that treats me like a person..."

Your teeth sank into your bottom lip. She was probably the closest thing you'd had to a friend since you moved.

But how could you not feel this way? When every single time you were sent to work on tailoring dress you were barked at and berated by her countless staff?

You fled the palace after you finished making adjustments to the dress. This is why.

This is why your guard was up in the first place. Feelings like that were icky to you. Because they make you feel like you're not in control of the situation.

You heard your name being called just as you reached the grand doorways of the palace, and turned to see one of her maids. It wasn't the one with loose lips.

She handed you an envelope, and you took it gingerly as if it was poisonous. Your hand trembled as you saw a small note clipped to the envelope.

'If you change your mind.'

It was undoubtedly her handwriting.

Historia's dress was delivered.

There was a small part of you that wanted to be present when she tried on the final product. Your heart hammered when you remembered the way she would gush over the work you showed her.

Your reaction to her telling you to wear the dress from your scrapbook was odd because you had already finished the extravagant gown.

But despite it being your creation, it never felt that it should be yours. You designed it with women like her in your mind. The elite women.

Hunching over as you clutched your head, all you could do was sigh.

It was worse that Historia had revealed one of the friends she made in the Training Corps was Reiner of all people.

Along with Reiner's victories back when he met you, one of his biggest feats was when he and others infiltrated the "Island of Devils", even if the mission had fallen flat.

"I'm not oblivious." She giggled. "Every guy in there was head over heels for me. But I didn't feel the same way."

Reiner.

Things ended so sourly. But even after all these years, he was the only person who had your heart.

It was true, you were overwhelmed with his turmoil. And if you weren't a street urchin who kept your wits about you for survival, you might've taken up that offer to run away with him.

But where would you have even gone? If he deserted his post, you both would've been strung up and slaughtered.

Sex made you sick. Sex repulsed you.

When you closed your eyes, you still had images of when the drunk Marleyan soldiers leered at you and treated you like disposable trash.

The rancid smell of beer, the way their hands grabbed and forced you down.

Using you to get off. Sometimes they got violent for no apparent reason. In the beginning, during your first days, you were too scared to fight back.

That is, until one day one of them gave you a black eye and the Madam of the brothel saw it. She took him behind the tavern with a shotgun and the next thing you know, his brain was splattered across the windows.

She then began to teach you some self-defense and comforted you. You might've resented her, she was the embodiment of the force that kept you there.

However, you were forever grateful.

Then came along Reiner.

A broken man, like all the others. But he took his turmoil and lashed out at himself constantly.

"I don't want...to be like them." It echoed in your mind.

Tears begin to prickle at your waterline as you held onto a piece of fabric, absentmindedly.

"I wish I told you that you would never be like them."

Now, it was not as if you didn't see Reiner. He and the others had made a large spectacle during the Rumbling, and honestly, when you saw his Titan form, the blood drained out of your face and you nearly lost your balance.

But the possibility of being face-to-face with him at that ball was making you lose your sanity.

What was there even to say?

Or maybe Reiner moved on and settled down.

You were sure seeing him with another would've shattered your heart.

"Historia...?" You called out. She whipped her head around to turn to face you. Her eyes were bloodshot, and her make-up had slightly streaked down her cheeks.

"Y/N!" She gasped. "I thought you wouldn't come, oh I'm so happy!"

She threw her arms around you, drawing you close for a hug.

"What's the matter..?" You asked, as you absentmindedly cupped the side of her face.

"Nothing! I promise." She said, with a shaky laugh.

"C'mon. Don't lie to me." You said, blinking a few times. "Hope you weren't that torn up over me bailing."

"Oh please, don't flatter yourself." She giggled as she released you from her grip.

Reiner felt bile scratch at the sides of his throat as his eyes were transfixed on the current scene unwinding in front of him on the balcony.

How the hell did you know Historia? And why were you two in an embrace like that?

He muttered a bunch of apologies and "excuse me's" when he pushed past people in an attempt to run off from the scene.

Jean's eyebrows furrowed when he noticed Reiner taking off in a hurry.

"Oi..! Reiner..!" He called out as he chased after him.

"I just..." Historia was unsure how to begin as she looked out the balcony, gazing out at buildings within the walls. "I guess talking about the Survey Corps with you. It reminded me of my first love."

"Who...your husband..?"

"No...I feel like a witch for even saying this. But it was always something of convenience with him. I've never truly loved somebody the way I loved Ymir." She said with a sigh.

"Oh.." You responded. "What...happened to her? You told me all that stuff about her but-"

"Marley took her." Historia said, quaking with rage.

It was clear she didn't want to divulge what happened, but it was obvious if Marley had taken her, she had met a grisly end.

"Throwing this stupid ball. Celebrate peace talks but the damage has already been done." She said, through gritted teeth. "But I'm supposed to go up there and pretend like everything is splendid. Y/N...maybe I'm selfish but I'm just tired."

"Historia...you're not selfish." You said.

"I'm complaining about royal duties...to somebody who was forced into a brothel."

"It's not a competition." You snorted. "We've both had it hard. You're right, you are in a position of privilege. But that doesn't diminish the pain and suffering you've been put through while wearing that godforsaken crown."

You preferred to keep it neat and short. It was merely an assumption, but you figured Historia having to give birth as well as marry a man she didn't love broke her spirit.

"Y/N...thank you." She sniffled.

"C'mon.." You said, taking her hand. "Let's go touch up your make-up."

"You damn blockhead! Wait up!" Jean huffed, as Reiner rushed through the maze-like gardens of the palace.

He finally caught up with Reiner, grabbing his shoulder and forcing him to turn to face him which angered Reiner even more.

"What...?!" Reiner bellowed, seething as he almost lunged at Jean ready to tear his head off.

"What did you see that was so terrible you had to take off running with your tail between your legs?!" Jean barked at him, as he grabbed Reiner by his shirt collar.

"I saw her!" Reiner cried out voice cracking as he shoved Jean off of him.

It took Jean a moment. But the realisation sunk in and he immediately released his grip from Reiner as his eyebrows knitted together in shock.

"The girl from the brothel?" Jean spoke, with an incredulous look.

Reiner had gotten a glimpse of you during the Rumbling. Beside his mother, but he remembered how much he'd hurt you so he had left you alone.

But when he saw you make your way through the ballroom, he almost did a spit take. It had to be destiny.

He let you go twice. He couldn't let you go a third time.

There was a multitude of reasons why Reiner had joined the others in the crusade against Eren, however, he figured you contributed to the sequence of events that made his decision change.

You urged him.

"Free yourself. From being a pawn. That's what you can do for me. Do that and I'll forgive you."

Your final words to him, it had been four years now. But they still rang in his head every so often. It was obvious what you were alluding to.

He was a pawn to Marley.

But even after he and the others defeated Eren, he didn't feel free. Just constantly tormented by his sins.

And though Reiner regretted every life he took and ruined, the memory of the way you winced when he spat those venomous words at you was the one that made him want to tear himself apart, limb from limb.

He pulled a grim face as he nodded.

"So why'd you run off..?"

"She...was with Historia...they looked like they were lovers or something.." He said, as he hung his head low.

Jean scoffed and shook his head.

"Doubt it. Don't you know women are touchy-feely with each other? You're so damn hopeless." Jean said as he folded his arms.

"Watch it." Reiner warned. "But are you sure?"

"She's married, Reiner. And let's say she was cheating with your little crush, I doubt they'd do it somewhere as obvious."

Reiner let out a sigh.

"Just go and talk to her, god damn it." Jean said as he shoved Reiner.

"You ever think of starting an advice bureau, Horsey?"

"Call me that and I'll kick your ass again."

"Dunno. I kinda just let you that one time." Reiner snickered.

"Just go get her." Jean hissed as he kneed Reiner's thigh.

"Jeez! I'm goin'!" Reiner whined as he rubbed the back of his thigh.

"This dress really is beautiful." Historia said after the two of you exited the bathroom, as she smoothed a hand over the skirts.

"Flatterer." You scoffed. "And I'm not complimenting you back."

"Wouldn't dream of it. I guess that's what made me so fond of you." Historia said with a smile.

You frowned as you saw the smile on her face wipe away almost immediately, then you craned your head to look at who she was staring at.

The three of you must've looked ridiculous to a bystander. Reiner gawking at the both of you, you trembling slightly at Reiner and Historia staring at him eyes wide like saucers.

"Ah! There you are!" A voice called out, as you glanced at a man who towered over the three of you with a sandy brown mullet. "They're waiting for you, my lady!"

He grinned as he linked arms with Historia to pull her away, then shot Reiner a "you owe me" look.

"But...Jean..!" Historia protested, but soon enough the two of them were gone.

"Can I take you somewhere?" Reiner finally spoke, after minutes of unbearable silence.

"Depends. Where do you have in mind?" You replied, voice teasing as you arched a brow. But your hands were clammy with sweat as you gripped the dress for dear life.

And Reiner could cry.

He'd fallen for your scent. Odd, but it was one of the most distinctive things about you. Secondly, was the way you made him sweat a little.

"Not too far. Just outside."

"Lead the way, Marley's Shield." You giggled.

"I told you I hate that nickname." He chuckled as he held open the door for you.

"I know." You responded with a smirk.

Heading away from the celebrations, back into the garden he had rushed to off earlier, you and Reiner took a seat on the stone ledge of the grand ornamental fountain.

You could still hear the crowds within the palace with the music and cheering but it being muffled made you and Reiner chuckle.

Both of you were unsure of what to say.

Reiner would never repeat the sore mistake of blurting out what came to mind.

The sound of the water delicately trickling down the tiers was soothing to both of you. Reiner who had spent almost the entirety of his life on the battlefield.

You who always had unwelcome touch roaming your body.

“Sometimes I think it’s limbo.” You said, since you had an inkling Reiner was still entirely ashamed of your last conversation.

“How so?” He responded as he nervously wrung his hands.

“It can’t be a dream. Dreams are nice.” You scoffed. “Limbo is nothingness.”

“What would make it a dream…?” He asked softly.

You swallowed. His gentle voice was what you always remembered over the separation.

He was always curious to know about you. Before you fell apart so horrendously he spiralled into a wallowing energy vampire.

“To be happy. Not have a care in the world. I meet so many customers and their only worry is these damn clothes. I sound bitter, huh?”

“No…you don’t. You’ve been through a lot, Y/N. You’re not asking for much.”

“I am.” You said with a bitter laugh.

“Happiness is not asking for a lot.” He said, voice turning firm.

A mere sentence made your throat crawl. Wanting nothing more than to burst into tears like a child. But you held it in. You were good at that.

Crybabies didn’t veer far into the underground world you’d come from.

“Did you…speak to your mother?” You finally said.

Your verdict on his constant tirades. The stab at the jugular that ultimately destroyed you and Reiner.

He nodded.

“She said sorry.”

Sorry for a multitude of things. Sorry for poisoning my child’s brain. Sorry for making him turn into a war machine for the sole purpose of how I hated myself.

“Did you accept it?”

“Of course I did.” He sighed as his eyes fixated on the paving of the courtyard. “I thought it was all I wanted. Maybe it’d stop everything in my head. But the damage has already been done. Her apology is useless.”

“An apology wouldn’t erase the pain and hurt in your heart, Reiner.” You said.

“It sounds like I’m complaining.” He snorted. “She said sorry. I accepted. I really am a wallowing asshole, aren’t I?”

“A little.” You giggled which caused him to throw his head back with laughter. “But…you have reason to be.”

"Things...changed. For the better." He decided to settle on.

"I'm proud of you, Reiner." You said, firmly as you reached a hand to settle on his shoulder.

"How is it possible?" He said.

"Hm?"

"You've managed to become more gorgeous since the years passed."

"I could say the same for you, Mister." You said, beaming. "I didn't think you could get more handsome over time, yet you've proved me wrong."

Is that all there is..? Physical attraction?

No, you know there's something more to this.

It can't be just that. How can it solely be lust, when this was the man who held onto you and sobbed? And you knew for a fact you were one of the few people he showed that vulnerable side to.

"You called me delusional all those years ago..for wanting you run away with me." He chuckled shaking his head, not meeting your eyes.

"I did. But to be fair, you did sound a bit unhinged."

"Can't deny that." He snorted. "Do you still work there..?"

You shook your head.

"No...um. After the rumbling, I guess the ambassadors tried to advocate for some of the people Marley brought here. I work at a tailor's now."

"Oh." He said, a little surprised. "Do you like it there?"

"Yeah. It's nice to be seen in daylight."

A silence fell over the two of you once again, as the only noise was the distant ongoings of the ball and the gentle rustling of the leaves.

"I wasn't gonna come tonight." You said as you faced outwards.

"Why not..?"

"I didn't wanna see you."

"Ouch." Reiner replied with an uneasy laugh.

"I thought you may have been married by now. Since you and the rest of them are all heroes."

"You think women would be throwing themselves at me afterwards?" He chuckled.

"Maybe.." You grinned. "Are you denying that..?"

Reiner chuckled as he awkwardly rubbed the nape of his neck.

"I won't lie. I have had a few admirers..." He said with a sheepish smile.

"Oooh! And why didn't you bring any of them as a date tonight, mhm?" You grinned.

"I'm a bit disappointed that you're this enthusiastic over the prospect of me with another woman." Reiner snorted.

"I just want you to be happy. That's all I ever wanted, even if I was a bitch about it."

"Y/N, don't say that." Reiner said, the smile on his face fading almost immediately. "I wasn't good to you."

"It's not like you owed a dumb broad from a whore house anything."

He grimaced at you echoing his words from all those years ago.

"Ah...you still remember that. Word for word..?" He questioned, meekly.

"Kinda hard to forget." You replied in a wry tone. "Plus I guess one of my flaws is holding grudges."

"You didn't let me take it back." He sighed. "I'd do anything, even the most inhumane, medieval torture methods if it meant you'd forgive me."

"Reiner.." You chuckled. "Overkill."

"I suppose so. But you make me crazy, Y/N. Even if I didn't see you tonight, I'd probably be thinking about you til the day I died."

"Kiss ass." You muttered under your breath. "I missed you, big guy. Your self-flagellating ways captured my heart."

"I don't know if I should be offended by that-"

"Shut up and kiss me." You cut him off.

You didn't need to tell him twice, and he immediately pulled you close against him to meet your lips, gently.

“Would anybody notice you’ve slipped out?” You asked quietly as the two of you made your way into the inn.

“I really couldn't give a damn if they did.” He said gleefully as he suddenly threw you up in the air without warning to catch and carry you bridal style.

“Reiner!” You squealed in delight.

“You say you’re in limbo, I’d say I’m in a dream.” He said as he laid you onto the sheets. “I can’t say Heaven. I know for certain I won’t be allowed there.”

You immediately thumped his chest with a balled up fist.

“Don’t say that!” You hissed as he sat on the edge of the bed, facing away.

“C’mon Y/N. Let’s be serious.”

You pinched your nose bridge and let out an irritated sigh.

“Can we not talk about this?”

“You’re right, you’re right. Sorry.” He sighed as he rested his arms on his knees.

“…Hey.” You said softly.

“Mhm?”

His body immediately froze when you sat up from where he laid you down as you crushed your lips against his, your slender and manicured hand cupping his sharp jaw.

He felt as if his body was on fire as he relaxed into the kiss. Countless dreams of when he would ever feel those plump and soft lips of yours again.

Eyes rolling to the back of his head as his large hands pulled you onto his lap.

“Rei!-” You squeaked in surprise.

Regardless, you wrapped your legs around his waist, and revelled in the feeling of his warm and broad chest flush against yours.

The sensation of your lips moving against his caused Reiner to let a low groan escape, his entire chest reverberating.

You pulled away to catch your breath, your fingers toying with the buttons of his shirt.

“Enjoying yourself?” You giggled at the dishevelled look on his face from one kiss.

He nodded.

“Very much so.”

You noted there was some confidence lurking and it made a smile tug at your lips. He was always so worried about hurting you or doing something wrong during intimacy.

The lamp on the bedside table illuminated his handsome, strong features as you clambered off of him.

“This dress. I want nothing more than to just tear it to shreds.” You said frustratedly as you stood up.

It was a little ridiculous to kiss him or even just lay on the bed with the gown with multiple layers of the skirt.

“Then allow me to do the honors.” He said with a mischievous glint in his eye as in a burst of adrenaline, Reiner tore apart the underskirts.

You yelped out as his hands clenched the petticoats' edges, shredding them. Tulle flying everywhere.

“Now why’d you do that for?!” You gasped as you were left in the top half of the gown. “I made that!”

“You can always make another one.” He chuckled as his eyes raked over you.

He leant back, his shirt unbuttoned to his navel where you could see slivers of his muscular definition.

Reiner without a doubt was obviously a hulking figure but there was just something special to be in such an intimate setting, seeing him like this.

Not being bought either.

You were here on your own volition and it felt liberating.

“There’s still a lot of layers.” He remarked and you felt the tips of your ears heat up. You knew that you must’ve looked ridiculous with the stockings and drawers of all things.

“Gah!” You cried out, covering your face. “Just take them off!”

He got up from the edge of the bed and knelt to his knees on the wooden planks of the floor.

“Reminds you of old times, huh?” He chuckled as his weathered and calloused hands peeled away the cotton.

“Yeah.” You giggled. “Not in a sexy way.”

“Let me change that, yeah?” He said in a hushed tone as he grasped your hips.

Your skin was flush from the excitement and anticipation. Feeling a heat pool in your gut as his lips pressed your hip bone and underneath your navel.

“…Reiner.” You shuddered.

“Shhh, shh. I got you.” He smiled as he looked up at you. “We’ll get all these pesky clothes off soon.”

You snorted, struggling to believe this was the same Reiner who had mini panic attacks over the premise of having sex with you.

“What’s so funny, mhm?” He murmured.

“Just…things changed like you said earlier.”

“I’m a man to my core, Y/N.” He said as he shed the last piece of garments off, then laid you back down on the bed again.

Now free from the oppressive quicksand of the ballgown you were drowning in earlier.

“You’re the woman of my dreams.” He continued in a low murmur as he hovered above you, caging you with his body. “Whether that’s the usual happy moments on our own greenland. On a farm…I have other thoughts too, Y/N.”

This is the most he’s talked.

“Will I scare you away? Would you be disappointed with me, Y/N?” He said as he stared so intently into your eyes, your lips barely inches apart. “Would you think I became like those depraved soldiers I swore to never become…if I told you the lewd thoughts I had about you..?”

Your interest was piqued. You shook your head as you reached a hand to stroke the nape of his neck.

“Tell me, Reiner.” You whispered.

The only sound in the room was your heavy breathing along with Reiner’s as he took in your features. You saw his Adam’s apple bob slightly.

“Your soft skin…it feels so heavenly..” He murmured. “The plump flesh of your thighs…your curves. Your entire body…” He spoke as his heart pounded. “I need you. I need to touch every inch of you. I need to taste you.”

You were caught off guard at the statement. Not to mention Reiner’s expression. The lust and desire for you was coursing through his veins.

“…Make me yours.” You whispered.

And that was all he needed to hear before he pressed his body against yours and your lips met once again. He was kissing furiously, pushing you further and further, almost deep into the mattress.

His warmth, his weight and his aroma flooded your senses.

Your hands began to roam down his back, but you quickly began to undo his belt buckle like a madwoman, and tugged off his pants and underwear.

He was so enthralled by you, he hadn’t even given you a chance to undress him properly.

You slipped your tongue to explore his mouth.

“Reiner…” You sighed, chest heaving.

He was losing his mind in the lust filled fog. Your voice was so sexy, so erotic to him. When his name falls from your lips, he swears it makes his cock twitch.

He will hold back for now. He wants to get reacquainted to the temple of your body he swore to all these years ago.

Hands start off by cupping your cheeks as he continues to hungrily licks the inside of your mouth. You feel powerless in a way. It was always you in control during those nights.

But he’s a new man.

They’re almost everywhere and you’re losing yourself. You can’t keep track of the way his hands are grasping every surface of you as he sucks harshly on the column of your throat and the side of your neck.

You’ve been reduced to putty as Reiner relentlessly takes your body.

“Reiner…I can’t…” You whimper pathetically as your hand holds onto the railing of the headboard.

“Hm?” He says as his warm breath tickles the shell of your ear, and he kicks it up further as the tip of his tongue darts inside of your ear.

It makes you writhe underneath him.

“I’ll never hurt you again. I’ll make you so happy, baby. I promise.” He mumbles as he thrusted in and out of you.

Your nails dug into his back, clawing downwards as you tried to anchor yourself during his relentless pace. He hissed and gasped as he felt blood draw but he choked out a lusty groan.

“Are you tryna…get back at me?” He stuttered with a smile as his jaw clenched.

“Maybe.” You snorted but was reduced to stammers and whining as his lips trailed down further from your collarbone to your chest as he bit down on your breast slightly.

“Reiner…!” You whined.

You buried your face into the crook of his neck as his thrusts became sloppier.

“That’s it…” You mumbled as you smoothed down his blonde tresses, stroking the back of his head. “I missed you too…so much.”

“You…did?” He gasped out, feeling his high approach him.

“Reiner…” You choked out. “Telling you to leave…” You winced a little. “Was the hardest thing I’d done..”

“Y/N..” He whimpered as you felt the warmness gush inside of you. You knew it was wrong but to be frank at this point in time you could care less.

As his warm seed gushed inside of your womb, your back arched into Reiner’s chest, mewling almost.

Reality sunk in when Reiner peeled his sweaty body off of you.

“God, Y/N…! I wasn’t thinking! I’m sorry, I’m so sorry baby I just-” He ranted as he tugged the roots of his hair frantically.

“Shhh…” You put a finger on his lips and gave him a lazy grin. “I wanted this.”

His eyes widened at your statement.

“Huh..?!”

“I don’t care. I wanted it.” You snorted. “There’s an old trick…you just screw somebody on your least fertile day.”

“You’re annoying.” He snorted as he sat up, then brushed the dishevelled hair from face.

He headed over to the small bathroom and began to wash you with a clean washcloth.

Soon enough, you wrapped your arms around his waist as you lay your head on his chest as you began to drift off to sleep.

He brushed his fingers across your cheek, you were so pretty to him fast asleep. Your lashes and lips were his favorite features of yours.

Reiner’s head swirled with constant persuasions to keep you around. He had to figure something out by morning.

"And...being face to face with you after all these years, Y/N, please. I'd be a madman to let you slip from my grasp again."

"We...we can start again, Reiner." You smiled.

As you two stood before each other, there was a fragile hope, reminiscent of delicate petals emerging from a long dormant stem.

Reiner could never move past your brown eyes. It was difficult to miss the memories of past hurt, that he vowed to make up for as long as he lived.

Your love once scarred began to heal, just as a blossom mends after a storm, and together you would embrace the promise of a new beginning, nurturing your love like a garden in full bloom.

author’s note: nawww i lowkey hate this but whatever 😭 reiner suffers enough BUT WHY IS WRITING SMUT THEEEEE WORSTTTTTTT OMFGGGGGGG anyways ty if u reached this far all luv❤️ reblog plzzzzz it’d make my day. also if there’s any grammatical or spelling mistakes sawry im publishin dis at 4am ☹️

#aot x reader #reiner braun x reader #aot smut #aot angst #aot x female reader #aot x black!reader #aot x black reader #reiner smut #reiner braun smut #reiner braun x female reader #reiner braun angst #reiner x female reader #aot x y/n #aot x you #⋆𐙚₊˚⊹♡ nara scribbles

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hvshinas · 2 months

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Thinking about Farmhand! Reiner.

He’s the new employee your father hired to help take care of the land with him over the summer and he’s quite literally, the most attractive man you’ve ever had the pleasure of setting your pretty brown eyes on.

You constantly try and stop the way your jaw falls open as you watch his muscles ripple under the tight, black t-shirt he wears as he loads the back of his red Chevy with hay bales, but you can’t help yourself.

He’s so sweet on you to. Calls you sugar in that deep baritone, layered with a thick country accent, that has your heart pounding and you stumbling over your words as you hand him a glass of the lemonade that your mama had made earlier in the day.

He accepts it with a smile and as he takes a sip you can’t help the way your eyes follow the trail of sweat that slides down his neck, over his Adam’s apples, and disappears behind the collar of his shirt.

You also get flustered when he’s working with you. Whether it be harvesting veggies from the garden or bottle feeding the newly rescued calves, that were brought in from a failing farm in the area, because he’s always brushing up against you even though there’s more than enough room for the both of you wherever you are.

But you know you’re not the only one with a crush especially when you finally say “fuck it” and grab the front of his shirt to bring his lips to yours when you’re in the corn maze at the towns agricultural fair. He’s quick to kiss you back, his hands settling on your hips, as he practically devours you and when the both of you pull back he says “always knew you were as sweet as sugar”.

You walk out of the maze hand in hand and your mom squeals because she’s been telling you this whole time that Reiner looks at you like you hung the moon, but you didn’t see it.

You’re just grateful that your dad hired him

#farmers daughter reader #farmhand reiner #reiner braun #reiner braun x black reader #reiner braun x female reader #reiner braun x reader #cjwrites

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angelltheninth · 5 months

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Attack on Titan Men + Aftercare

Pairing: Eren Yeager, Armin Arlert, Levi Ackerman, Reiner Braun, Jean Kirstein x Fem!Reader

Tags: nsfw, smut, aftercare, cuddles, baths, cleaning up, teasing, overstimulation, massage

A/N: I still have some AoT content to get out of my system, not much but a little.

EREN

Is very talkative after sex, he sits back with his legs crossed and holds you against him, whispering into your ear about how much fun he had. His fingers dance across your skin, tickling you, taking away the remaining tension that his kisses can't. The only time he stops talking is when he asks you how good he did, he loves the praise.

ARMIN

Pulls out really gently, almost like he's scared he's gonna make you cry if he does. Goes to massage your sore thighs right away, trying not to pay attention to the moans you're making as his hands press into your flesh and the way your cunt looks full of his cum. That will need cleaning too but first he wants to make sure you can walk.

LEVI

Doesn't do the best aftercare when it comes to the emotional aspects but he does a damn good job cleaning up the mess you both made. Including the one in your cunt. That's where he's most careful and patient, using his fingers open you up for his tongue. He says he hates it cause the cum is gross but he's damn dedicated to it.

REINER

Teases your clit as he talks to you. He may claim he's not doing it deliberately, that his fingers have a mind of his own but his cock is quick to spring back to full hardness from it. There won't be any more sex tonight but he promises to make you come just as hard tomorrow so you better get your rest while you can.

JEAN

Almost falls asleep in the bath with you. That would have been bad but luckily the disaster was avoided when you rolled your hips against him again. And you thought you were tired, turns out those multiple loads really took a toll on him. He should be fine for missions tomorrow, he just needs some rest with his favorite girl beside him.

#attack on titan x reader #aot x reader #eren x reader #armin x reader #levi x reader #reiner x reader #jean x reader #attack on titan imagine #aot imagines #attack on titan headcanons #aot headcanons #attack on titan smut #aot smut #eren yaeger x reader #armin arlet x reader #levi ackerman x reader #reiner braun x reader #jean kristen x reader #x female reader

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ramonathinks · 21 days

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THE GAME | eren x reader, connie x reader, jean x reader, armin x reader, reiner x reader [repost]

Summary: what are you supposed to do when your boyfriend promised his teammates that they could have some fun if they win the championship?

18+, (minors/ageless or blank blogs dni or instant block!) WARNINGS/TAGS INCLUDE: black coded reader, 69, oral, nipple sucking, cum eating, 6some (???), male masturbation, squirting, breeding, dirty talk, nipple play, kissing, handjobs, titjobs, fingering, humping/dry humping, choking, facefucking, pussy spanking, finger sucking, pet names, praise, degradation, hair pulling, teabagging, overstimulation, ball stimulation, snowballing

The final seconds had your heart pounding. Tied and neck to neck the entire game had you almost nauseated. Eren had promised a surprise for you when they won, so sitting there the entire night and biting your nails was all that you could do.

So the touchdown had you jumping up from your seat and running into the field. It wasn’t a surprise but you couldn’t contain yourself. He always kept up with his promises but this one was different, you could feel it.

“Baby!” You shouted and with his helmet barely off he did a lopsided grin and ushered you his way, picking you up with ease. “Oh my gosh, your plays were brilliant! I knew you’d do it.”

He smiled and wiped some of the sweat off of his face before he huffed, “I did it all for you. Couldn’t have embarrassed you now could I?” He winked, putting you down and entwining your fingers together.

“Yeah, of course. We’re gonna celebrate the win now, huh?” He raised his eyebrows a bit before he blinked a few times.

“Uh yeah baby. I just need to talk to you about a few things, okay?” You watched his teammates walking back into the locker room, all of them excited and even giving Eren some thumb-up’s you noticed.

“Mhm.” You folded your arms against your chest. “This tells me I’m gonna be pissed.”

“No, no, no…” He scratched the back of his neck. “Well…” He sucked in his teeth. “Just bare with me. Listen okay?”

So you did. You listened to this surprise he planned for you and the promise he planned for his teammates.

“Are you insane?” Was the only thing that left your mouth. You wanted to slap him. But you couldn’t lie, it had you feeling a way… a jolting joy pulsing between your legs. The way he was describing everything had you sweating.

“It was dumb of me. I know, baby. I just… Remember we talked about this ages ago? Me watching some guys take you and how sexy that’d be?”

You both had talked about it. It was a mutual fantasy but to actually engage in it? You gulped, “I…”

“It’ll just be a one time thing. I promise, you know unless…” He trailed off, a hopefulness in his eyes.

“You owe me big time, I hope you know that.” You grumbled as you walked towards the locker room with him hot on your heels.

It was steamy hot and covered in a white sheet of fog as you walked through, Eren’s hand in yours.

“Eren, yooo!” Called Connie before you finally were able to see him. His tanned skin wet and his slim body had your throat dry. “Ah shit, we doing this right now?” His towel fell to the floor and he grinned at you, his thick cock standing and instantly catching your attention. Dark and thick, enough hair covered around him and his balls bulging.

You felt hot but you bit back a groan, noticing the rest of the few boys circling around you and Eren.

It was overwhelming. These were your boyfriend’s friends… his teammates. They knew you and now…

Now, Eren was pulling your shirt down. Your brown nipples are already hard as you look at the boys over. He kisses your neck a few times as his teammates' eyes wander, a few of them staring at your breast, but they are hard to ignore.

Big perky brown boobs, Eren always seemed fascinated by them, using any excuse to grab and squeeze them. Just like he was doing now, tweaking at your nipples with the rough pads of his fingers.

Until you looked down and realized that it wasn’t Eren. It was Jean, who in a swift second had your legs buckling with just his fingers before he finally put one in his mouth.

Eren’s comforting warmth left you and an unfamiliar big strong chest welcomed you. You knew who it was before you peeked behind you, Reiner. His strong body was easy to recognize just against your back you could feel every ridge and every ab that he possessed. You gulped when his rough hands trailed up and down your back before he kissed the nape of your neck with cold lips, you shivered.

The sensation of two men against your body making you groan. Reiner’s fingers gripped the front of your neck while he whispered in your ear, “You see how he’s looking at you? That’s how I’ve always looked at you… always wondered how you look under the clothes…”

Eren’s eyes were envious and his cock hard in his uniform. Reiner’s voice drowned out as you stared at your boyfriend, his eyes staring deep into yours until your eyes watered and you were overwhelmed on the pleasure — feeling Jean’s mouth on one of your breast, his tongue swirling on the bud before pressing small kisses around your areola, meeting your intense gaze.

As Jean sucked on your left breast and played with the right one. Timid Armin approached with shaky hands and ducked, pulling down your leggings along with your panties.

Moisture was leaking between your thighs and Eren couldn’t help but to speak up, “Fucking slut, huh? You were acting all crazy about what I said but you’re loving it. So fucking wet… never even got that wet for me.” He slipped his hand in his uniformed pants and continued to watch you. His cock only half out as he stroked himself before he told Armin: “Eat her pussy. Eat it all messy. I wanna hear it.”

Armin gulped but nodded. His breath hot before he spread your flesh a bit and sucked on your swollen clit. Wetness gathering at his chin easily, “Oh fuck.” He used his fingers to massage your insides at the same time Reiner finally kissed you full on your mouth and Jean pinched both of your nipples. You gasped, trembling and Reiner shoved his tongue in your mouth. Sucking everywhere and swirling around in your mouth, drool pooled out the corner of your mouth and you felt as if you were going to faint.

Armin held your legs firm, keeping you still as his tongue dug deeper into your pussy. “How’s it taste Armin?” Eren purred, slowly closer to you.

“Fucking,” He slurped. “Fucking delicious.” His tongue circled your clit and you could feel him smiling against your thighs. “She’s so fucking wet.” Slowly blowing air on your clit, he smiled wider when he saw you twitching.

You almost forgot about Connie until you felt him kissing the other side of your neck, “Couldn’t let you forget I was here, right doll?” You felt him grinding on you, his leaky wet cock against your bare thigh made your eyes flutter.

“Please… I—“ You groaned, you were enjoying this too much. Every bit of you is stimulated and being sucked or played with. Your eyes rolled back.

Connie smiled before he circled your lips with his fingers. “I think this pretty baby just needs something to suck on.” Your mouth slowly opened and he slipped his two fingers inside. Massaging the pink wet muscle as you sucked with your eyes closed.

“Fuck, keep doing that… making her wet and so fucking tight. She likes it.” You heard Armin mutter, slipping his fingers in and out of your sloppy wet cunt as Connie’s finger pumped in and out of your mouth.

Jean kissing and sucking your breast, fingers rubbing at the other one and Reiner with his strong hand around your neck and his boner against your ass, he whispered in your ear again.

“You’re such a bad girl… doing all this in front of your boyfriend. Getting this little body played with in front of him… about to get it fucked right in front of him. You like that?” He squeezed at your throat and you moaned aloud.

“Keep talking to her,” Armin hummed. “You’re getting her so soaked.”

“Oh… you like my voice baby? You like when I talk to you, hm?” Your body felt hotter. “We’re gonna take care of you…gonna make you feel really good okay?”

“O-ooh…Okay. Okay.” Armin plunged three fingers deep inside, turning and stretching them inside of you.

“I need her to suck my fucking dick. I can’t take it anymore.” Connie groaned.

Seconds upon seconds and the heat from everyone’s touch disappeared and you almost cried, tears already in your eyes. “Shhh.” Jean rubbed the sides of your stomach. “Just trying to make you more comfortable, okay?”

You listened and allowed him to move your body as he pleased. Laying you down on one of the benches and spreading your legs. “Fuck… such a pretty pussy.” He spread your lips, dragging a finger down your wet heat.

“Now baby,” Connie said to you from above. You couldn’t see him, just the blurriness of his cock that was so close to your face. “Open wide.”

You gulped and invited him inside. His cock twitching just from your breath. He felt you swallow around him and he took his lip between his teeth. “Oh fuck.”

“She’s got a good mouth on her, huh?” Eren said as Connie slid in deeper before pulling some out, just to repeat it again. Eren’s cock still hard as he pumped himself, clearly edging.

“Fuck yeahh!” He huffed, feeling you swirl your tongue all over his veiny cock. Moving your hands from your side, to cup his balls.

Connie grabbed the sides of your face and put his cock in so deep, that his pelvis was the only thing in your line of vision. It didn’t stop you from squeezing his balls again.

You felt your other hand move and wrap around a slippery wet cock and while Connie pounded at your throat, you heard Armin groan.

Moving your hand up and down, hearing the echoes of wet noises and soft moans, you felt yourself getting ever more drenched.

Moaning around Connie’s cock, you scraped the sides with your teeth a bit and he moaned even louder, liking it. You smiled to yourself and kept going.

Armin spit on your already wet cunt and messily shook his head, watching it drip before he slurped it back up in an instant. Pulling your flesh with his teeth, he sucked a fold in and rubbed circled motions up and down your clit. Your legs were shaking but you just continued to lick and slobber all over Connie’s thick length. Your pussy throbbing as your hips jerked away from Armin’s hungry lips.

“Stay still,” He mutters, but you're just so sensitive that you can’t, almost kicking him away. His tongue is brutal and heavy as he sucks and slurps his way down, your feet curl when he gives you another long suck, a moan deep in his throat and you feel it all throughout your body. You can barely focus on him, your mouth sucking Connie in and your eyes on your sexy boyfriend, in the corner.

“Ah, don’t focus on him. This isn’t about him…” Reiner’s alluring voice comes again and your eyes are on his. His mouth blowing cool air on your perky nipples. “You’ve been slacking on Jean, keep moving your hand for him baby,” Gulping around Connie, you listen and as you stroke his cock, never taking your eyes off Reiner’s, who’s sucking on your tits like he expects milk to come out. You can hear Eren moaning in the background and for a split second you look over to him and meet his eyes, lusty and dark before a hard jolt rings throughout your body. An echo of wetness and a slick slap on your cunt and you flinch, popping Connie out of your mouth to look at Armin.

But it wasn’t Armin’s hand, it was Reiner’s.

“Didn’t I say not to focus on him?” He grabs your jaw and forces you to look his way. “Don’t be a bad girl. You’ve been such a good girl all this time, listening to me. Don’t mess that up.” Your body shivers and it's hard not to look over at Eren, but the intense look in Reiner’s eyes lets you know he means business. Moving his hand down from your jaw, he trails it down to your neck and gives it a small squeeze, looking you deep in your eyes. His other hand grazing your cunt, ready for you to disobey him. “Just what am I going to do with you, hm?”

He kisses you, your mouth full of precum and spit, but he doesn't care how dirty it is. Your eyes roll into the back of your skull and you're gasping, as he kisses you so roughly. His tongue curling into yours and licking every piece of you. You hear Armin whispering about how soaked you’re getting and Connie jerking himself a bit loudly in your face, Jean mutters a small fuck at how youre gripping him so tightly now. The kiss only deepens and you're both sucking on each other, swirling your tongues together and his hands pulling at your nipples, gripping and twisting them. He pulls back and watches as some spit disconnects from your mouths. “Been wanting to do that for a while.”

“Oh, fuck.” Eren moans, his hips jerking and cumming shooting out of his achy cock. But even with the cum leaking, he continues to jerk himself. Connie, uses this time to grip you hair and pull you back down so that you’re lying on your back and rub his cock all over your face.

“C’mon, mama, welcome me back into that throat. Ohhh, just like that. Just need to come, right here. Probably can get you pregnant just like this, hm?” He jokes, pushing himself back inside with a sway of his hips. His pace is even more brutal, probably from feeling neglected.

Jean removes your hand from him and rubs his aching cock onto your breast, while Reiner sucks on the other one, his eyes shut. Armin, slurps up the bits of your slick up before he sits up – sitting on top of you and pressing the weight of his cock against your cunt. “Oh fuck, never been this hard in my life.” He’s aching as he slips his cock out. He's sliding his cock between your wet folds, your body completely over-stimulated. “You’ve always been so nice to me. Now, I’m gonna show you, just…just how much I appreciated you.”

Slipping inside of your wet heat, he groans. “Oh fuck.” He stills, feeling you clamp down on him, his hips flush against yours. Your body is completely filled. Connie eases his cock out of your mouth, your lips wet before you lick them again, he groans and slips it in and out at the tip, your tongue lapping at his wet tip a few times. Slipping his cock out completely, he dips his ball into your mouth and you suck, “That’s nice… such a good girl–Ah! Your tight fucking mouth…” Dipping his full balls in and out of your mouth before putting his cock back into your mouth. Your hand squeezing and massaging his heavy balls as you continue with sucking and choking on his cock, you could feel his cock all the way in the back of your throat. Jerking his hips into your mouth quickly, so close. “Oh baby, you like that?” Breathlessly, your eyes roll back again as you suck deeper. “Oh shit, I’m gonna fucking c-cum.” His legs shake and he grips your throat as he pounds inside before he stills, cum leaking down your mouth, but you keep swallowing.

Armin’s groaning against your stomach as he ruts inside of you, sloppy as you milk his cock. “Swirl your hips just a bit, that’s just how she likes it.” So he does, and you can fill every thrust he gives you. “See how wet she gets?” Eren rubs at your clit, watching your cunt suck in more of Armin. Fucking his cock into you so slowly as you both moan.

“Isn’t she so pretty like this, boys?” It’s the first time in a while you heard your boyfriend’s voice and your eyes are fluttering as you smile. Reiner opens your mouth and your tongue slips out, to which he sucks on. Swirling his tongue against your cum covered tongue.

“Very pretty.” Jean says, his voice strained. His cock throbbing, rubbing his cock up and down your body. Armin’s eyes watching his cock slipping in and out, so much of your cum coats his cock, your legs shaking as you grind your hips against his.

“I think she needs something in her mouth again, Jean…” Reiner taps his shoulder. When Jean finally sinks into your mouth, Armin feels you tighten around him even more and he truly fucks into you, his hips hard as he pounds into your soppy cunt, moaning and groaning. Pulling himself in and out as you whine against Jean’s cock. Armin pulls your legs up so that they’re closer to your face, your hands on his shoulder while your eyes grow spotty, the tip of his cock hitting all the right places. Gooey and wet sounds as you both throb, your pussy still squeezes him all over before he finally cums inside of you.

You swallow and bob your head against Jean. “Her throat feels so fucking good. Connie, how did you last so fucking long, I’m gonna fucking– cum!” His cock pulses inside of your throat, his warm release coming down your throat.

Everyone steps back and admires the sight of you, naked and cum leaking out. "If we win nationals, then I'll fuck you so good, yeah?" Reiner licks up and down your throat as you grow wet again.

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nova-amor · 6 months

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𝐜𝐰 — 𝐟𝐞𝐦!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫, 𝐨𝐨𝐜!𝐫𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐮𝐧, 𝐡𝐮𝐬𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐝!𝐫𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐫 𝐱 𝐰𝐢𝐟𝐞!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫, 𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐮𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐮𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐞, 𝐜𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐨𝐥𝐝, 𝐡𝐮𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐛𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩, 𝐮𝐧𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐞𝐱, 𝐝𝐞𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐝 𝐬𝐢𝐳𝐞 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐤, 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐩𝐢𝐞, 𝐩-𝐢𝐧-𝐯 𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐮𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝐞𝐱𝐡𝐢𝐛𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐬𝐦, 𝐝𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐲 𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐤, 𝐞𝐭𝐜.

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 — 𝟑.𝟗𝐤

the walls and floor of the nightclub shook with every resounding beat of the electronic dance music, and the air charged with the infectious electricity of the crowd. the room itself was filled with a mixed stench of alcohol, sweat, and a somehow pleasantly light aroma of earth; scents that were sure to linger on your clothes for the next few laundry cycles.

in between the revolving glow of the strobe lights, reiner caught a glimpse or two of you dancing at the edge of the crowd, your body squished amongst the group of your friends as you swayed your hips to the music.

the alternating purple and blue hues of the lights cast an ethereal brilliance on your features, highlighting every perfect curve and contour as you danced the night away. and, through the alternating cycle of songs, you’d cast a teasing glance over to your husband, your eyes silently beckoning him to join you on the dance floor.

but, ever the recluse, reiner maintained his spot in the shadows of the club— preferring to stay seated in the private booth your friend group had rented out in celebration of your birthday, his legs spread far apart and body relaxed into the leather cushions while he sipped on a stiff glass of pear brandy. he preferred to watch you from afar anyway, the opportunity allowing him to truly take in and appreciate your beauty. even, after ten years of marriage, reiner continued to believe that you were the prettiest woman he had ever had the privilege to meet.

like the doting husband he was, reiner adored every one of your features— from the way you had styled your hair for the evening, to the shimmer of your glittery makeup under the club lights, to the way your body always moved flawlessly to the tempo of the music. reiner knew you were the prettiest girl in the club that night, especially with how your little black dress clung to you like a second layer of skin.

and, by recognizing how attractive you were to not only him but to other people as well, reiner made sure to stay observant of the crowd. and, while doing so, reiner was able to take note of how many men shamelessly stared at you from afar, their eyes devouring every roll of your hips, every tilt of your head as you bobbed to the beat of the music. most men knew better than to approach you though, especially since you were a part of a large group and definitely because of the glistening wedding band on your ring finger.

yet, there is always that one fool— a clueless, stupid, arrogant fool.

reiner quirked an eyebrow as a man approached you from behind, watching intensely as the man didn’t hesitate to settle his hands on your waist. you recoiled from his touch, taking a large step forward to escape his wandering fingers. yet, ever the idiot that he was, be it because of alcohol or drugs or just a lack of social conscience, the man took you as a challenge— grabbing at your wrist and tugging you back into his embrace.

unfortunately, your friends were beyond drunk to notice your dilemma, too far off in their own little worlds. reiner pressed his lips together, clutching the crystal rock glass in his hands as he watched the scene unfold. he waited for your signal before stepping in; after being together for so many years, he had learned that you could defend yourself perfectly well without his aid. he’d just have to wait patiently for your signal before making himself known.

and, within a matter of seconds, you looked over at reiner— your brows raised and jaw set, annoyance obvious on your face. and, that was all he needed to pound the rest of his drink and march over to your side. the crowd around the edge scattered away like bugs under a flashlight, providing enough disruption to grab your harasser’s attention.

"what's going on?" reiner's baritone voice boomed in your ear over the blasting music, his presence casting a dominating shadow over you and the other man.

"this fucker won't leave me alone," you relayed to reiner, side-eyeing the man as he fidgeted in his spot. reiner was at least a foot taller than him; the man was far too slim and flimsy to pose any threat to his or your well-being. if reiner really wanted to, he could probably snap the man like a twig with just his pointer finger and thumb. as a matter of fact, the idea didn't seem too bad given the circumstance.

"came over here trying to sweet talk me or something," you continued, your arms wrapping loosely around reiner's waist. reiner ducked his head to hear you better, his eyes narrowing at the embarrassed man across from him. "told him i had a husband; he said he didn't care."

a wicked smirk tugged at reiner's lips as he glanced between you and the man, his irritation with the situation growing by the second. reiner placed a quick kiss on the side of your head before unraveling himself from your grasp, taking a single stride to cut the distance between the man and himself.

"my wife said you were bothering her," reiner towered over the man, crossing his thick arms over his burly chest. the man was definitely far from posing any challenge. reiner wouldn’t be surprised if he was pissing himself right then and there. "can't take no for a fucking answer, huh?" reiner raised an eyebrow.

the man visibly gulped, trying to remain composed under reiner's daunting gaze. "i— uh, i—" the man stuttered, either too intoxicated or too mortified to answer, most likely both.

"you— uh, you what? too much of a bitch to answer?" reiner took a step closer as he mocked the man, his chest practically pressed to the man's face. he peered down at the man with a hardened gaze, a few nearby stragglers turning their heads to witness the scene unfold. "how old are you anyway? twenty-one? twenty-two? you’re definitely a fucking kid because you’re either too young or too damn stupid to realize that you shouldn’t keep trying to fuck with a woman who’s clearly not interested in a little shit like you."

the man's adam’s apple bobbed as the situation escalated; "i was just— i just wanted to show her a good time," the man rushed out his answer in a single breath, mustering up enough courage to formulate a proper sentence. "wasn't looking for trouble, i promise. you guys have a good night."

before the man could escape, reiner grabbed at the man's shoulder, giving the muscle a tight squeeze. a crooked smile painted itself across reiner's face, "woah woah woah, where the hell are you going? you wanted to show her a good time, huh?" your husband looked over his shoulder at you, an idea already formulating in his mind. you shook your head, knowing exactly what was going on in his head. it was a bad idea. definitely a bad idea.

ignoring your disapproval, reiner looked back at the man, his smile stretching into a cheshire grin. "why didn't you just say so?" the blonde said with a long drawl.

reiner’s arm was draped around your shoulders as he led you and the man down the hallway of a hotel. after finding out that the man who had been harassing you “just wanted to show [you] a good time”, reiner had been quick to offer him the chance to prove so— immediately booking a room at a nearby hotel and ordering an uber ride to transport the three of you there. it was your birthday night after all, and how cruel would it be for your husband to deny you of a “good time”?

the entire engagement had been awkwardly silent. besides the limited conversations reiner held with the uber driver and then the hotel’s front desk agents, neither you nor the man talked— staying as far away from one another as possible given the situation.

it was borderline deranged how much reiner’s mood had changed, almost as if a light switch had been turned on that converted reiner’s usually protective, reserved persona to one that was scarily more easygoing and extroverted.

as reiner hovered the key fob over the hotel door’s lock, he glanced back at the man who was following you two around like a lost puppy— reiner’s smile widening at the sight of the faint tent appearing between the man’s legs.

the hotel room was extravagant— featuring a private balcony, a tall dresser, a couch, an office desk & chair, a massive flat-screen tv, and a king-sized bed at the center of the room. you clenched your jaw, rolling your eyes in irritation at the obviously giddy expression on your husband’s face.

“what?” reiner pecked your forehead, briefly ignoring the other person in the room. his attention solely focused on you. “he wants to show you a good time, right? i may as well set the mood right, ja?”

you chewed on the inner lining of your cheek, nerves still wavering with worry. “reiner, i don’t think—”

“shhh, liebling,” reiner captured your lips in a passionate kiss. any lingering qualms you had disappeared at the feeling of his soft lips against yours, his beard tickling your face as he deepened the kiss. his tongue slipping into your mouth, massaging all of your doubt away.

the man coughed in the distance, reiner breaking the kiss to give him some of the attention he sought. “are we going to start? or—?”

reiner tsked in annoyance. “sit.” he commanded, motioning for the man to sit down on the couch. and, the man did so without protest, his palms pressed to the top of his thighs as he waited for reiner’s next direction.

“so, you want to fuck my wife, ja?” reiner twisted you around to face the man, your eyes locked with the stranger as reiner pressed your back against his front. you could feel the warmth of reiner’s breath on the back of your neck before his nose nuzzled into the back of your head, burying his face into your hair. he inhaled the sweet aroma of your conditioner, allowing the scent to wash over him before peering back over to the man.

“you said you wanted to show her a ‘good time’? you really think you could?” goosebumps rose along your skin at reiner’s delicate touch, his fingers hooking onto the thin straps of your dress to tug the fabric down. he ducked his head down to press a soft kiss to the top of your shoulder, his eyes remaining zeroed in on the visibly flustered stranger. "come on, be honest. say it. you want to fuck my wife."

the man's eyes flickered between you and reiner, a light shiver coursing through his body as he watched reiner’s hands pull your dress further down, your breasts easily spilling out from the dress’s confines due to your lack of bra. "say it." reiner instructed.

"i want to fuck your wife."

reiner's lips stretched into a cruel smile. “do you know how long it takes to learn a woman’s body?” your husband began to lecture. “do you know how long it took me to figure out what my wife liked? where she likes to be kissed? how she likes to be fucked?”

your skin flushed with embarrassment as reiner kneaded at your breasts from behind, tugging and pinching at your sensitive nipples as he rolled the perky buds between his rough fingers. you could feel heat begin to pool between your thighs, pussy lips tingling as the air thickened with the sexual tension in the room.

the man gulped, “look, dude, i didn’t mean to offend you— or, your wife— i—”

reiner pinched your nipples harder, pulling a loud yelp out from between your lips. the man flinched in response. “halt den mund!” your husband barked, silencing the man from speaking any further. the man sank back into the couch, the weight of defeat heavy on his shoulders.

“you’re lucky i’m a kind man, a good man. my beautiful wife and i are going to give you a lesson in how to please a woman,” reiner’s german accent thickened as his voice dipped into a lower octave, his hands continuing to mindlessly knead at the soft dough of your breasts. “isn’t that right, liebling? you want to help me teach the stupid boy a lesson or two?”

you nodded your head in reply, leaning further into reiner’s possessive touch. the presence of the other man in the room seemed to fade into the back of your mind, your head becoming clouded by the naughty thoughts of what reiner could possibly be playing.

this had been the first time reiner had ever allowed another person to play a part in your intimacy; if you could even call this circumstance that. and, as embarrassed and uncomfortable as you felt in this moment, you couldn’t fight the feeling of arousal that bloomed between your thighs.

“don’t be shy, liebling,” one of reiner’s hands abandoned your tit to grasp at the hinge of your jaw, the pad of his thumb caressing your jawline. he dipped his head to nip at your ear lobe, lightly pressing his teeth into the soft cartilage before releasing. “use your words. tell the little boy you want to show him how a woman likes to get fucked.”

with your husband’s guidance, you allowed yourself to become more confident, recognizing just how much power your words held in furthering this event.

if there was going to be anyone who was in real control of how this situation was going to play out, it was going to be you. because you knew that if you told reiner to stop playing around and just kick the man out right now, he would do it without any form of protest.

“you’re going to sit there and watch,” you told the man, recognizing the pitched tent in the man’s pants. he squirmed in his spot on the couch, beads of sweat forming on his hairline. “and, you’re going to learn how to show someone a good time.”

your cheek rubbed against the silky sheets of the bed, a string of drool seeping from the corner of your mouth and pooling into the dampened mattress beneath you. your head bobbed along with each sharp rut of reiner’s hips, his cock driving so far deep into you that you were sure you could see stars.

“mmmm, would you look at that… isn’t she just the prettiest? ” reiner purred from behind you, his hands gripping at the fat of your ass cheeks. dragging your sopping cunt back and forth along his cock, using you as if you nothing more than a simple cock sleeve. you were positive he wasn’t talking to you.

“she’s got the best pussy. so wet and warm, squeezin’ me so tight— no matter how many times i make her cream on my cock, she’s— always— milkin’— me— for— more—” reiner commented through gritted teeth, the words punctuated by each brutally restrained thrust into you.

you mewled along to his praises, arching your back deeper into the form of a crescent while raising your ass impossibly higher into the air. reiner was absolutely right— no matter how many times he made you cum, you were always left begging for more. and, he was always happy to oblige.

reiner laced his fingers around the bottom of your jaw, cupping your head gently to shift your viewpoint. your glossy eyes met the man across from you; you had learned his name at some point during this whole ordeal, yet your mind was far too clouded to recall what it was. it was something lame and forgettable, just like him.

the man squeezed at the base of his cock— his shaft veiny, slim, and far smaller than reiner’s. smaller than any other man’s you had ever seen before actually. it suited him though, it was just as feeble and pathetic.

“i still can’t believe you thought you’d get a chance to fuck my wife. what kind of a good time would you be showing her with that, hm?” reiner’s words were harsh and demeaning, the man shifting his gaze away in distress. “no no, don’t look away. you keep your eyes on her.”

and, the man did as told. whatever mortification the man felt was far less important than the pleasure he must be receiving from reiner’s cruel words, his hands continuing to boldly stroke his dick in synchronization with reiner’s pace.

reiner guided you up from your face-down position to press your back against his chest, his hand trailing down from your jaw to cup at the underside of your breast. he rolled his thumb over the puffy nipple, his cheek pressed against yours as he continued to drag his cock in and out of your gummy walls.

“you really thought you’d get the chance to touch these perfect tits? to suck and play with them?” reiner’s other hand found the purchase of your other breast, both of his large hands massaging your chest— tweaking and rubbing and squeezing your breasts in his mighty grasp. “and, you wouldn’t just stop there, right? no no, don’t lie, you wouldn’t.”

“you’d move south,” one of reiner’s hands trailed down the length of your front— ghosting over your abdomen, past your pelvis, and down to your clit. reiner rolled the tips of his fingers over the overstimulated bud, drawing loose circles and figure eights over it.

he then slotted your clit between the space of his index and middle fingers, rubbing the messy area of your inner labia as he spread your soaking folds apart. “take note, boy— this is where the clit is; do your best to remember it. you always, always, play with a woman’s clit during sex. helps them cum faster; isn’t that right, kleine?”

you whimpered in agreement, unable to find the words to reply. reiner’s fingers spread your folds to reveal the obscene sight of reiner's cock plunging in and out of you, a white ring of cream clinging to the base of his shaft.

your cunt was also coated with the cream; the skin of your thighs and outer labia glistening with the mixed layers of reiner's release, your releases, and your continuous drippings of arousal. the filthy squelching sound of reiner's cock diving into the warm depths of your cunt bouncing off the walls of the hotel room.

reiner shifted his fingers around to allow his middle finger to tap your clit, giving the bud a few light taps in between his alternating drawings of shapes and rubs. he smothered the little bud with attention, eliciting sweet moans and whines from your throat with each attentive touch.

"you like that, mein liebchen?" reiner purred into your ear, the overstimulation making your eyes cross and toes curl. reiner's eyes narrowed at the other man, his lips curling down in disgust at the sight of him openly fondling himself in front of you and reiner. "why don't you tell our little friend just how good you feel, hm? sei ein guter mädchen und sag ihm, wie gut ich dich fühlen lasse. wie gut ich auf dich aufpasse."

"soo good, so fuckin' good," you whimpered, your mind drifting in and out of the state of euphoria you were currently in. you could barely bring yourself to acknowledge the other man, let alone say something to him. "ya always take care of me, rein— f-fuck, always— he treats me so soo good."

reiner gave your clit a soft pinch, stretching the sweet nub a little before releasing it. "is that right, mein schatz?" you could feel his cock nudge against the sensitive spot along your gummy walls, the knot at the pit of your stomach beginning to grow with each timed thrust into your g-spot. "gonna cum again? can feel you gettin' close, your little walls latching onto me like a vice."

"doesn't she look so pretty when she's about to cum?" your thighs began to grow numb, the coil with you beginning to unravel as your head grew light. "tell her she looks pretty." reiner commanded.

you lazily caught a glimpse of the man, barely watching as he sped up the motions of his hands to match up with your upcoming release. he wanted to reach his climax at the same time as you, wanted to cum alongside you. how sweet.

"you look so pretty—" the man through spaced words, hips bucking desperately into the air as he fucked his fist. "so pretty— ah-fuck, wanna cum with you—"

"ah, he wants t' cum, liebling," reiner whispered to you, your breaths getting heavier. you were so close, just a few more thrusts and you'd be toppling over the edge for the nth time that night. "you think he deserves to cum with you?"

"i don't care," you replied. "just wanna cum, rein— need t' cum—"

reiner's hand began to move faster, rubbing your clit in harsh swiping motion as he picked up the pace, his cock kissing at the wall of your cervix. "cum then. be a good girl—" reiner hissed. and, cum— cum all over my cock while i cum inside you."

and, you did; your orgasm knocking the very air out of your lungs. the pleasure became all too much— shattering your mind into tiny fragments as reiner spilled another load of thick, white sticky ropes into you. "that's it— take my cum, liebling— take all of it— scheiße!" he swore with accompanying guttural groans.

your body went limp in reiner's arms, completely tired and spent from the hours you had endured. you had ravaged, depleted of any more pleasure. you were desperate for a glass of water, yet you couldn't even bring yourself to move.

"now, get out," reiner instructed the man. he must have come at some point while you and reiner indulged in your pleasures, the evidence of his release being the white stains on his stomach and shirt. "don't make me say it again."

the man awkwardly shuffled to compose himself, shoving his limp cock back beneath the waistband of his jeans before adjusting his shirt. he grimaced in disgust at the droplets of cum that stained his shirt, but he knew that reiner's patience was running then and he wouldn't be given the luxury to properly clean himself up.

the hotel door slammed shut behind him, the loud click of the lock echoing through the room. once you were completely alone, reiner retracted his cock from inside you— fat globs of his load dripping out of your sore entrance and making a mess on the comforter.

"let's get you all cleaned up," reiner helped you to lay down on your back, pressing a chaste kiss to your lips before walking away. he came back with a damp washcloth, thoroughly cleaning your folds and inner thighs of any bodily fluids.

"was that okay?" he asked, a faint hiss leaving his lips as he cleaned up any remnants of your releases from his sensitive shaft. "you enjoyed yourself, right?"

you could just barely nod your head, tucking the blanket over your body— it was thick enough that any spilled body fluids couldn't seep through. "i had fun, reiner," you informed him, a soft smile tugging at your lips. your husband slipped beneath the comforters next to you, his arms wrapping around your waist and tucking you close into his front. "didn't realize i had an exhibition kink until tonight."

"ah, well," reiner pressed a few kisses to your cheek, the embrace he held on you tightening. the warm, fuzzy feeling of love making your heart swell. "i'm glad i was able to show you a good time then."

german to english translations

halt den mund — shut your mouth

kleine — little one

mein schatz — my treasure

liebling — darling

mein liebchen — my love

ja — yes

sei ein guter mädchen und sag ihm, wie gut ich dich fühlen lasse. wie gut ich auf dich aufpasse — be a good girl and tell him how good i let you feel. how well i take care of you

scheiße — fuck

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wettvagina · 4 months

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GYM INSTRUCTOR REINER

GYMINSTRUCTOR!REINER who tries his hardest to not stare at your ass when you're doing squats on your yoga mat, gripping tightly onto the pair of weights in his grasp as his biceps flex as he curls his arm.

GYMINSTRUCTOR!REINER who peers over his shoulder only to see you practically drooling at him, his head turns as he tries to play it off coolly, smirking to himself as he tenses his muscles, a new line of a sweat stain forming on his sleeveless, thin-fabric shirt.

GYMINSTRUCTOR!REINER who's face turned pink when you informed him you needed some help with a new fitness routine. you had recently switched from volleyball to track and you needed a workout routine which better suited your new sport

GYMINSTRUCTOR!REINER who immediately rushed to his condo to begin your workout program, putting in extra attention and detail to your plan.

GYMINSTRUCTOR!REINER who calmly asked for your number to send you the workout plan, face flushed as you typed your number into his phone, he watched down at your small figure which unsurprisingly loomed below him.

GYMINSTRUCTOR!REINER who was persistent when texting you after sending you your workout plan, asking if you needed extra advice when adapting to it, any extra help in the gym itself or anything at all, gym-related or not.

GYMINSTRUCTOR!REINER who's face immediately turned red when you said you needed some help on the treadmill, gripping onto his phone as he eagerly awaited your next gym interaction.

GYMINSTRUCTOR!REINER who entered the gym the following day with the thinnest top he could find, the slimness of the fabric caused every muscle on his body to be outlined, his face emotionless as he walked past girls on various gym equipment gawking at him, even stopping their session to take a full look at his godly physique.

GYMINSTRUCTOR!REINER who smirked when you were no exception, shamelessly in awe as he approached you, sitting on a bench inside of the gym.

GYMINSTRUCTOR!REINER who showed you how the treadmill worked, explaining every miniscule button on the machine. guiding his hands onto your lower back as you steadily walked on the treadmill.

"Thanks so much for the help." you yawped, "They better be paying you good." you mentioned while standing next to Reiner outside of the closed elevator. Reiner let out a giggle while rubbing the nape of his neck, you watched his large pecs in front of you, and the way his biceps flexed as he moved his arm. ''You have any tips for dieting?'' you question, "Hm, tryna' lose weight or gain muscle?" Reiner questioned with a raised brow, "Hm, 'm not sure." you shrugged, "Your body looks like it's in top shape." he comments, immediately regretting even saying anything referencing your body as he didn't know how you would take it. "Ha! Says you." you giggle, "If it's anyone that's in top shape, it's you, big guy." you mention, hearing the 'ping' of the elevator as the doors slid open, both you and Reiner entered the enclosed space, clicking your designated floors on the panel. "Well, if you need help with just a balanced diet I can lend you a book." Reiner suggested, earning a nod from you, "Sure." you agreed, "I can give you it today, if I find it in my apartment." he says as the elevator ascends. "Perfect." you comment, walking out with him when the elevator stall opens to his floor. Reaching the door of his condo, he opens it using the keycard in his pocket, "Come in." he welcomes you as you both step in, hearing the door close behind you. "I think I left it in my cabinet, follow me." he says, you look around at the interior of his home, brows raised at how neat and contemporary it was decorated. You walked to his kitchen which was nearby, watching as he pulled out the book from his top cabinet. He placed the book in your hands, "Page 45 is my favorite." he informs, your hand moves to squeeze at his forearm, "Thank you." you mutter, "It's no problem." he says, you flip through some pages as he walks you out of his home, "So you can cook all of these." you ask, "Yeah, the instructions are all there." he shrugs, "Hm, you're wife must be lucky." you chirped, earning a slightly shocked face from Reiner before his lips tugged upwards into a smirk, "Nah, it's just me in this big house." he giggles, "Really?" your eyes immediately light up, you fight the smirk which was appearing on your face, hand gripping onto the book he gave you, "Well, invite me sometime, I'm lonely too." you quipped, earning a light giggle from Reiner as he blushed, "Ah- sure. You're welcomed here anytime." he says hurriedly, "Well, I'll take advantage of that." you say with a small smile, eyes lingering on his lips. He wasn't slow in noticing the way your gaze darted between his eyes and lips, almost involuntarily leaning into your figure, you tip-toed and delivered a small peck to the side of his lips, "I better get going." you mention, leaving him flustered, not another word dared to come out of his mouth as his face flushed into a bright red. "See ya'." you chimed, letting yourself out of his apartment as he simply stood there, his heavy, muscular body burning up as he looked at the closed door you just used to exit, already missing your presence.

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aothotties · 1 month

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Sneaky Link w/ Reiner

Warnings: MDNI, Swearing, Reiner is rough, public sex, multiple orgasms, squirting, overstimulation, praise, pet names, creampie, Reiner is a pantie thief.

Word count: 853

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You sat at the party drinking and talking with your friends. You had decided to come to Eren’s party but unfortunately you had to go separate from your boyfriend.

You and Reiner had been dating for months but decided not to tell the friend group so you wouldn't make it awkward.

He came to the party later and you couldn't lie he looked so damn good. But you tried to make sure you weren’t staring.

As the night went on you kept drinking and dancing with your friends. Eventually you were approached by someone.

After talking for a minute you learned his name was Floch.

“So how do you know Eren?” he asked.

“We met in college” you responded.

Floch was flirting HARD and you tried your best to keep the conversation casual.

“So does a pretty girl like you have a boyfriend?” he asked.

You wanted to tell him yes, because you did, but Eren was standing close and you were scared he would hear and start asking too many questions.

“Um, no, im single” you responded while looking away knowing damn well you were lying.

Before he could respond Eren stepped in and saved the day.

“Floch leave her alone, she doesn't want you” he said while grabbing his shoulder.

“I think she can answer for her self” he responded.

“I'm actually not interested” you said with an awkward smile.

Floch looked defeated and walked away with his head down, you felt bad but you were taken.

Throughout the night you and reiner kept sneaking little stares at each other but you had to keep is cute and not get caught.

You slipped away from the party for a bit to head to the bathroom. After you were done you walked back down the hallway and tried to head back, but instead you were being pulled into a room.

At first you were scared and thought maybe it was Floch and you were ready to fight

But as you were about to throw the first punch your boyfriend stood in front of you.

He pushed you against the wall and his lips crashed onto yours.

He was kissing you passionately, his tongue slipped into your mouth and intertwined with yours. His large hands were all over your body, messing up your dress.

“Fuck you look so good tonight princess” he said inbetween kisses.

“You look good too baby. Way too damn good” you said as you wrapped one of your legs around his waist.

“Ive been thinking about ripping this dress off you all night” he said as his hand traveled up your thigh.

“So rip it off” you said plainly.

That was the last thing you remember before Reiner fucked your brains out in this random room.

“Yeah , right there daddy!” you whined.

He had you bent over the dresser in the room. Your dress was bunched up at your waist and your panties were around your ankles.

Reiner was fucking you into the dresser. His hips were snapping at a rhythm that had you seeing stars.

“You feel so good princess” he said as he bullied into you.

You moans were loud and you were secretly thanking the stars for the loud music.

Your eyes rolled to the back of your head and you reached back to push Reiner a little bit but he twisted your arm and pinned it behind your back.

He picked up his speed and you felt his tip brushing your cervix.

Your thighs started shaking and you knew you were close to cumming. Reiner knew you were close and started going even faster causing you to quickly release all over his thighs.

“Good girl” he praised.

He grabbed a handful of your hair and pulled you against his chest, the new angle had his dick hitting your g-spot.

“Baby -fuck- I-I’m gonna cum again” you moaned.

“Yeah baby, cum for me again” he responded.

You were on cloud 9, the alcohol mixed with the pleasure had you in a trance. Before you knew it that knot formed in your stomach again.

“About to c-cum baby” you whined.

Reiner didn’t respond and just kept fucking you, you could feel him twitch inside of you and knew he was close as well.

“Cum on me princess, make a mess for me” he said while his other hand wrapped around your throat.

You bit your lip and closed your eyes. The knot snapped and you came again all over your boyfriend.

This drove Reiner insane, he bent you back over the dresser and grabbed your hips. His grip left marks in your skin.

“Need to feel it inside me baby cum in me” you said as you turned your head to look in his eyes.

He groaned in response and threw his head back.

You felt his warm seed shoot inside of you and fill you until it dripped out. He slipped out of you and took your panties off.

“Let it drip out of you, show Floch that this pussy is taken.” he said before kissing you on the forehead and walking you out the room.

Rachel

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brontide || ──────── r. braun.

day three - SPITTING / HUMILIATION / EXHIBITIONISM

『 synopsis 』 ⸻ a night with your friends gets you into way more trouble that you're looking for.

『 warnings 』 ⸻ mafia!au. mafia-boss!reiner. the mafia part is implied but not explicitly mentioned. he also owns a sex club. sm*t. minors do not interact. humiliation. exhibitionism. spitting. emotionally-abusive ex-boyfriend. who happens to be floch. and who also happens to be in prison for five years. he calls you sweetie/sweetness. he's been obsessed with you the moment he saw you and sent your ex to jail so he can have you. one of reader's friends are also a part of the mafia and basically escort her to go to the club so she can get snatched up.

『 writers notes 』 ⸻ first day of kinktober! been planning this since august and I'm gonna finish it! By god's grace, of course!

『 word count 』 ⸻ 6.4k words

masterlist. next part in kinktober.

Laughter echoed into the night, and the entire group huddled together ambled alongside the wet sidewalk. Your arms were hooked around the arms of your friends, walking in sync with them as the rest of your friends followed behind you all. The air smelled fresh, of wet petricor and tar, evidence of the recent rain that fell over the city. You felt light as if your head could fall off your shoulders, the slight buzz from the round of margaritas you all had during your dinner together. The original plan was to continue the party at your favorite club, but you found the line to be too long and it was slowly ruining your buzz. So now you were walking through the town, hoping to find something to continue the fun you’ve had tonight.

Before, you’d never thought you’d be out like this, with friends, wearing short dresses and a huge smile on your face. Seven months ago, you were a whole different person, quiet, frightened, and controlled by your ex-boyfriend. However, miracles could come in the newest forms as he suddenly found himself thrown into prison, which inadvertently caused your freedom. Ever since then, you found yourself living more and more free, living more and more for yourself. You packed up most of your things, sold what you could of his things, and moved cities and jobs, finding a career or even higher pay. With your ex-boyfriend out of the way, as well as removing him from everything you could, it helped that he was in prison, and it made everything in your life in order.

“You know,” you felt one of your friends whisper into your ear, “I’m glad you could come out with us tonight.”

You had met her not too long ago, the two of you running into each other while you were in the middle of running errands. Since then, you’ve assimilated yourself into her friend group and all of you are becoming really close, really soon. However, swamped with work, at your new job, you hadn't had a chance to step out and have a fun night off with your new friends, who were all pushing for the time with you, especially since you told them about your ex-boyfriend. Learning about how before he went to prison for robbery, and how he kept you isolated from your friends, family and controlled your money

You smiled at her, lifting your hand up to brush a few of your braids that were blowing in your face, “I’m glad I finally found the time to come out.”

She smiled at you, glancing down at your dress, “and I see the choice of dress you wore. Isn’t this the one I had to convince you to buy on one of our shopping trips.”

The dress was black and short, with a long slit going up the side, with thin straps holding it. On the slit, connecting the two pieces of fabric were multiple bedazzled thin pieces of fabric. It was different from what you would usually wear, but as you glanced down at it, from the fabric to the low-plunging neckline, it held a certain freedom that you hadn’t felt in a long time. The two of you gave each other a smile, as the entire group approached the newest location, a club that had opened up recently. It was brought up by Michael, who was your friend’s boyfriend, and mostly everyone agreed to finish the night out there after dinner. The name of the club was plaster at the top, glowering in a pure white. The rest of it was covering dark red LED tassels, it was opulent in nature, and the towering building had your heart clenching for a moment. You lowered your head, now gazing at the very long line peeking out the door.

“That line seems… long,” you mumbled, as you all got closer and closer.

Your friend glanced over to you, squeezing your arm, “no worries, Michael knows people, he’ll get us in.”

“Tessa!”

The two of you turned to see Michael waving at her, gesturing for her to come to the front. You were about to let go of her arm, but instead, she held onto it tighter, taking you along with her. The rest of the group made way for the two of you as you all reached the doorway. You could hear the jeers of the rest of the line, seeing your entire group waiting at the entrance skipping the rest of the line. You stood right before the bouncers guarding the door. They were huge, wearing tight, black shirts and heavy cargo pants. They held tablets in their hands as they glowered down at you all.

“We’re ummm…” Michael started, “we’re friends of the owner. He should already be expecting us.”

The bouncer glanced between the group before his eyes landed right on you. His hard stare caused you to slightly flinch, but Tessa’s grip on you only held tighter, keeping you in place. Your heart pounding away in your chest, you saw the bouncer glance down at the tablet before looking right back at you, before turning towards his coworker. The two of them whispered for a moment, and then the coworker picked up his small radio before entering into the dark nightclub.

“Come in.” is all the bouncer said, before moving out of the way.

You glanced around at the group but you had no time as you were pulled into the building and into the dark space. Inside, it was dark, you almost couldn’t see ahead of you if it wasn't for the white strobe lights constantly moving and flashing around the room. The music was dark, with a huge bass boom, you couldn't feel your own heart beating. You pressed your hand against your chest, hoping for a reminder that you were still alive. Before you knew it, the group broke up all going in different directions, you could barely see where the rest of them went. You could feel Tessa’s arm pulling you away, past all the ladies standing and moving about it.

Before you could even think, you were standing against the bar table, your mind barely getting used to the loud music, and the constant movement all around you. The bar table was the only thing with consistent lighting, with low back wall lights, lighting up the different stacks of liquor, as well as low-hanging black lights as well, causing you to see the working bartenders making different orders. You glanced over to your left, hoping to see Tessa or some form of her standing right beside you but you couldn't. If you held your hand out in front of you, you probably wouldn't be able to see any of your fingers. You let out a shaky breath, soon realizing you couldn't hear yourself breathing. You glanced around you once more, not able to find any semblance of your friends anywhere around you. You felt weird, out of place even, you didn't know where to go. You turned your head around once more, taking note of everything around you. At the same time, an empty stool opened up, allowing you to sit down and rest your feet. You were still looking around, but still, all you could see was the strobing light, now a mixture of blue and gray, and the crowd of bodies.

Suddenly a hand tapped on the one hand you had placed on the counter, causing your already jittery body to jump, your body flying right back around, facing the bar counter. In front of you stood the bartender, with short, blonde hair, and a white towel laid across his left shoulder. He wore the same uniform as the bouncer, with a black shirt and you could see the hems of the heavy cargo pants.

He stepped back a moment, his hands in the air as he took note of your jumpy attitude, “sorry, didn’t mean to scare you.”

You shook your head, “sorry, I’m just a little jumpy, it’s my first time in a place like this.” You yelled over the loud music, leaning over the counter.

He smirked at you, “Well, I’m sure you’ll have a good time.” That's all he said before sliding you over a tall martini glass.

It was filled to the brim with brown liquor, with a little bit of foam brimming at the top of it. You tilted your head at you, a questioning look on your face.

“I don’t… I don’t remember ordering anything.”

The man shrugged, “it’s on the house, for you know… your first night here.”

That was the last thing he said to you before walking away, before tending to others sitting at the bar. You looked at him as he walked away before facing the glass one more. Slowly, you reached over to the counter, picking up the glass by the stem before bringing it over to you. You brought it up to your nose, taking a whiff of the cocktail. You could smell the slow-churned liquor, strong and expensive in smell. You glanced at it one last time, before taking a sip, the smooth mixture sliding down your throat easily. A slow, warm tingle rose up within you as you took another sip. Stepping away from the bar, slowly immersing yourself in the crowd. The crowd was moving all around, dancing in waves and into each other. You stood around, looking into the crowd of dancing people, seeing if you could find your friends anywhere, mixed in with the crowd.

With nothing, you decided to move on, sipping on your glass as you slowly stepped around the perimeter of the club. You could feel eyes on you, prickly-like needles poking and prodding at your spine. Turning around with swiftness, you found yourself glancing up at what seemed to be the second floor, seeing people standing about up there. There was some level of privacy, with only semi-opaque windows showing off what seemed to be a private party. Your eyes glanced over from the railing of the second floor, your eyes guided to what seems to be a stairwell, located not too far from you. You could see two bouncers standing there, with a velvet rope keeping the general populous away from what seemed to be a more private crowd.

“Hey!”

You gasped, feeling something cold prodding at you as you turned around, seeing the friend you walked into standing right behind you, her boyfriend not too far from her.

“Hey, I was looking for you!” you yelled over the music, taking another sip of your drink.

She smiled at you, giggling and crashing into you, most likely unstable from however much she drank, “sorry, me and Michael got lost in the crowd and we ended up joining someone’s randoms section! You should join us!”

The moment she said that Michael, the boyfriend, came up to her, pulling her away, whispering something in her ear. Your friend’s joyful expression soon faded, the two of them delving into whispered arguments, furrowed expressions on both of them now. Not wanting to get in between them, your eyes soon wandered towards the stairwell again. Two people, a couple, soon stepped up to the bouncers standing there, exchanging words between them. The bouncer glanced down at his tablet, much like the ones in front of the club, and scrolled through it, before nodding at his partner, who unlocked the velvet rope, allowing the man and woman to enter and soon walk up the stairwell to the more private party.

“You curious?”

You jumped for the third time that night, your head whisking to the right, before seeing a tall figure standing over you. The first thing you notice about him is his olive green eyes, it was like they shined within the strobe lights. He had long dark hair, which you could tell was pulled back in some kind of bun. You couldn’t help but glance down further, seeing him wear a suit, his hands tucked into his pockets. He tilted his head, before the two of you turned your heads at the same time, staring at the stairwell.

You shrugged your shoulders, “I guess I am, why? What’s up there?”

He mused, “can’t tell you that, but I can get you in, if you’d like?”

You narrowed your eyes on him, “why should I trust you? I don’t even know your name, and why would you do this for me?”

He shrugged his shoulders, “feel like being nice for a very pretty lady, think of it as my act of kindness of the day.”

He pressed his hands around your waist, before guiding you towards the stairs. At this point the thought of your friend and her boyfriend flying out of your mind as you headed closer and closer to the flight of stairs. Your mind racing with a never-ending stream of thoughts, and your heart pounding away at your chest, you honestly had no idea what you were doing. You took a final sip of your martini, just as you stood with the man in front of the bouncers.

The two workers took one look at the man, not even bothering to look at the tablet before the one handling the velvet rope unhooked it immediately, allowing the two of you to pass.

“Enjoy your time, Mr. Jaeger, Mr. Braun is sure to be expecting you.”

Braun…?

That name was familiar to you, you had no idea how, but you heard it before. However, before you could dwell on it, your escort, denoted as “Mr. Jaeger”, pressed his hands into you, guiding you up the stairs. You took one last moment, hoping to catch a glimpse of your friend, but you could no longer see her standing where she was last left, and neither could you see her boyfriend either. You shrugged the thought off, remembering the short conversation with her about joining someone else within the club. The sounds of the club became more muffled the more and more you climbed above them. Mr. Jaeger took his time to take you towards the more privatized area. You saw an empty table, glancing down at your glass before placing it on there, hoping someone would pick it up.

The door to the area wasn’t covered by bouncers, but it was hidden from where the general population could see the few viewings of whatever was going on within the room. Jaeger is what you’ll call him until you can learn his real name, open the door, gesturing for you to walk inside first.

It was much like the crowd downstairs, but smaller, and with fewer strobe lights. It looked to be a private party taking place. You could tell by the banner that hung up in which you could vaguely make out the words “Happy Birthday.” Everyone was up in a ball in the middle of the floor having the times of their lives, with people scattered about as well. You ignored the white powder on some people’s tables as you maneuvered yourself through the standing people.

Before you knew it, you had made it out of the crowd, stepping into a cleared-out area.

You took a moment to glance behind you, seeing the heavy crowd, and all the bodies moving about. Turning around, you suddenly found yourself face to face with a door. It was watched over by two heavily tattooed bodyguards. The men guarding the door looked different than the bouncers, each of their arms heavily tattooed, wearing heavy utility belts around their waists. Your curiosity was slowly taking hold of you, as you tilted your head at the men.

Suddenly, the two men in the center took a few steps to either side, parting like the Red Sea, as the door behind them suddenly opened. Your eyes caught onto the first boot that walked out of the darkness, your eyes trailed up slowly as the rest of him appeared from the pitch-black, darkness into the low, gleaming light. The first thing you noticed was his hazel eyes, they gleamed through the light, capturing your pure attention. His blonde hair contrasted against his dark suit, his hands tucked into his pockets as he stepped down the rest of the way. He stopped, just right in front of you, and the two of you locked eyes. You took in his entire form. Your head tilted just a little, as you looked upon his face, the clean-shaven look, the broad form, realizing that he looks so familiar, that you’ve seen this man before.

Memories flash before you, tan walls, bright lights, sliding chairs, and tables, black suits, and a mean smirk staring down at you. You glance up, jumping as you realized the man has gotten closer to you, no longer standing on the steps in front of the door.

“It’s been a while, sweetie?”

Braun…

It was like lightning had struck you, as your mind flashed back to almost a year ago.

“Babe, what is this place?” You couldn’t help but ask as you looked around the fancy lobby area.

However, he didn’t answer you as he walked up to the hostess behind the table, talking to her before guiding the two of you somewhere. You tried to speak up again, asking him about this restaurant he took you to, but he only hissed at you, before focusing on the table before you. It was a long table, filled almost to the brim with prim and proper-looking people, all talking amongst themselves.

“Mr. Braun, I’ve brought more of your guests.”

The scattered chatter spoon became hushed whispers as almost everyone looked up at the two of you. At the head of the table, hardened hazel eyes looked up at the two of you standing there, the intense stare causing your back to straighten up as he glanced between the two of you. He had his folding in front of him, resting on his elbows and he produced a glare so menacing towards your boyfriend, the only thing you could skin them to was the hard and nasty stares your grandmother used to stare down at you whenever you broke her stuff.

“Mr. Forster, I should have you arrested for stalking,” the man started, waving away the hostess.

Your boyfriend, despite the obvious and sudden sweat that dripped down his face, as well as his shaky hands, spoke, “yes, Mr. Braun, I understand, but I just really need some of your time to talk about this new business venture.”

Business venture… so this wasn’t a romantic dinner like you thought it would be. YOU could feel yourself deflating as your boyfriend suddenly let go of you. He reached down, pulling out the seat closest to him, immediately, sitting down, leaving you to be the only one standing. Flustered, you began to reach for the seat next to him, hoping to pull it out and sit next to him quietly.

“Stop.”

Everyone froze, as the words echoed through the nearly empty backroom of the restaurant. You looked up only to find his eyes on you, which only caused everyone else’s eyes in the room to look at you.

“You crash my event and make yourself known, the least you can do is pull out your own girlfriend’s seat, huh Forester?”

Floch, already flustered and embarrassed, only turned red as he stuttered against his words, “Oh, oh right, sorry, Mr. Braun.” Your boyfriend began to move to get, to pull your seat out for you.

“I’m not the one to say sorry to, and don’t bother moving,” is all Braun said, before snapping his fingers.

All of a sudden, a man wearing an all-black suit appeared right behind, causing you to jump a little. He pulled your seat out for you, making a quick gesture for you to sit down.

“Take a seat sweetness.”

Quietly, you thanked him before sitting, squeaking as he pushed into your chair for you. Glancing up, seeing Mr. Braun’s eyes on you as you settled down into your seat.

— — —

Seeing those same hazel eyes sent you in a whirl spin. Almost a year passed and you could still remember them staring into your eyes just like that day.

“Mr. Braun… the dinner party…” your words tasted acrid as you spoke them, inadvertently bringing up the memories of your ex-boyfriend.

His chuckle sent electricity down your spine, seeing him step a bit closer towards you, “just call me Reiner… glad to see you remember me, huh?”

“Yeah… I’m surprised you remember me?” You winced at your words, internally yelling at yourself for the awkward choice. If he noticed it, he didn’t say anything about it, only moving towards you even more.

“Can’t forget a pretty face, now can I?”

Your mind was yelling at you to move, but you could barely bend a knee as he towered over you, his hands no longer tucked in his pockets, instead, he reached up, his hand slightly pushing past your long braids that frame your face, before caressing your cheek. You couldn't help the shaky breath, the clench between your legs as you got a whiff of his string cologne.

“Come with me.”

It was a demand, not a question.

He took you by the arms before leading you up the platform he had once descended from. You couldn't help but glance back at the retreating party behind you, seeing the crowd get smaller and smaller as your vision soon became surrounded in black. The two of you moved through the darkness, the music changing from the EDM-focused club music to something a lot slower, and a lot more sensual, combined with a lot of bass.

It was as if you stepped into a new dimension.

The atmosphere was different from the one downstairs. That one was exhilarating, heart–throbbing.

This one was heart-stopping.

Your heart felt strained, trying to pump blood throughout this entire experience. Your inner ears constantly vibrated and fuzzed as you took a step into the crowd. Every movement felt like it slowed down, you could barely see two feet in front of you, much like downstairs, but somehow, it felt… different. It felt as if the bodies were closing in on you with every step you take. You rubbed your cold hands against your skin, hoping to warm it up a little and gain a sense of grounding within you. You let out a shuddering breath, feeling the temperature around drop with every step you take. The music was loud, almost deafening even, you could barely hear yourself think. All you can do is take one step at a time, trying to warm yourself through the cold environment. You couldn't help the way you held onto the man taking you deeper and deeper into this new-founded area, digging your nails deep into his arms to steady yourself into this anchor of a man.

The two of you soon pull up to this table, surrounded by other people as he guides you to a velvet-cushioned seat, before sitting right beside you. All the men sitting around were huge, wearing suits of all different fabrics and cuts. in their hands either held expensive cigars or lit up, causing the area around them to smell like smoke. This caused your face to grimace, moving your hand up to your nose to block the smell.

“Smoke’s getting to you, sweetie?” A low voice came up to your voice.

An arm wrapped around your shoulder, a hand grabbing at your face before turning it to the right.

“I always hated the smell, Floch used to smoke cigarettes, and would stink up the apartment too.”

“Heh, you’ll get used to it,” is all he said, reaching out as someone handed over a perfectly wrapped and sealed cigar.

That same person lit it for him, before bowing and taking their leave. You watched them just as he inhaled the first smoke. The smell hit you, your nose slightly wrinkling at the tobacco. Reiner’s arms kept you close, putting you up against the smoke as he looked down at you.

Before you lost your nerve, as you turned to him, your hands rubbing down your arms to calm the chills that ran up your spine, “Why did you bring me here?”

Reiner glanced down at you, blowing smoke out from the corner of his mouth. He then leaned down towards you, his heated breath from the cigar ghosting over your ear.

“Look around Sweetness, what do you think this place is?” He whispered into your ear.

Your eyes glance around the room, landing on the different people moving about. Some people were standing around smaller stages, watching strippers easily glide themselves up and down the pole. However most of the people were standing around couches, you could barely see what they were looking at. Looking closer at one of the couches, seeing one of the bodies move, your eyes widen at the scene. You saw a man—no, two men, one towering over a woman and the other one having her on his lap. You couldn’t see everything, but you knew what was happening, what the other people were watching. Reiner must have heard your gasp when you spotted one of, what looks to be many events, happening on the couches.

Your legs crossed, a dull sensation washed over you. Suddenly, your hyper-awareness activated, feeling Reiner’s hand on your thigh. His hand continued to trace circles in your thigh, his actions causing your head to feel slightly fuzzy, combined with the smoke in the air, from the cigars and the heavy smoke machines. You could only sway with the beat of the music, your body grazing against Reiner’s body. His arm that was once weighing on your shoulder slid off, before trailing up your face, pushing past your braids, caressing the left side of your face. The roughness of his hands grounded you just a bit, your dropping eyes fluttering open a little to look at the man with you.

“Did you like what you saw, sweetie?” He whispered to you, his lips grazing the outer shell of your ear.

You nodded your head, vigorous in nature, gasping as he didn’t move his head from your ear. Rather, he leaned even closer, dipping down a bit before pressing slow and soft kisses against your neck. It had been a long time since you’d had anyone touch you. Seven months since you broke up with Floch and even longer even since he had gotten arrested. A shaky breath left your mouth, your hands reaching up to his suit, gripping onto it for balance. The hand was touching your thigh slide up, slipping in between your legs, his fingers grazing up against the slightly damp fabric of your thong. The size of his hands, as well as his strength, made your legs begin to spread apart. You couldn’t help but glance around the room, feeling all eyes were on the two of you. Suddenly the hand that pressed against your face, its grip tightened, a gasp leaving your mouth as you suddenly faced him again. The sudden hard stare caused you to squirm, your eyes darting about.

“Look at me, don’t look at anyone else… just focus on me,” he commanded, before releasing his grip on your face.

Before you could even think, his hand flew down to your hips, lifting you up and placing you right onto his lap. The first thing you felt was his erection, pressing against your barely covered pussy. His legs spread wide as well, easily taking up the space upon the seats you were sitting on. The people around you all easily made space, but you could tell that they were all watching, their eyes felt like lasers burning holes into your psyche. Yet, all you could do was focus on Reiner before. Your heart was racing, and you felt heat flushing throughout your entire body, from his actions to the people staring down at you.

“Reiner–” you stared before you were cut off by him suddenly pushing you forward, your lips landing on his.

He tasted like scotch, with an aftertaste of smoky cigars. Despite your known aversion to anything tobacco, you found yourself deepening the kiss. Your hips began to grind against him, hoping to find that perfect rhythm. Underneath your dress, your clit throbbed again the thin fabric of your thong, your pussy throbbing with every movement you made. Reiner’s hands slide down your back, before cupping themselves underneath your butt, underneath that the fabric begins to rise up and crumble up around your hips. You could feel the air hitting in between your legs and the deep feeling that your thong was on display for those around you to see.

Spit began to drip down from your lips, evidence of your intense makeout. Slowly, you pulled your lips back, your lungs immediately inflating with air. Reiner’s hands began to massage, almost kneading the flesh he clung onto. By this, your thong was soaked, and the area around his erection was slightly damp with your juices. His finger thumbed at the thin strap of fabric, pulling it as far back as he could before letting it go. The loud snap stung against your skin, your back arching into the pain, eliciting a slightly painful yelp as your pussy clenched around nothing.

“Reiner!” you shrieked, your hands and nails gripping his back and shoulders, digging into his clothing.

You could feel him smirk against your skin before his fingers lifted up your thong strap before popping against your skin once more. Every throb of pain had you clenching around nothing, soaking your thong and his pants even more. By now, your dress had ridden up to your waist, so everyone was able to see just what he was doing to you. No one said anything, they only watched as he grabbed at your thong, beginning to pull the thin fabric down your legs. Your nerves wreaked havoc on your hands, seeing how they trembled as you began to slide them down from behind his neck to his chest. You lifted your legs a little bit, helping him get your thong off.

He held them in front of you, shaking them like a cat toy with a sneer on his face, and an evil grin. You tried to reach out and grab for them but he pulled them back, a chuckle leaving his mouth as he laughed at the way you lunged at him. Reiner pocketed them, before putting his hands right back on your butt, like they belong there. You gasped as his fingers teased along the opening of your cunt. He leaned over, his heavy voice echoing in your ear as he spoke to you once more.

“Second thoughts, sweetness?” he asked you.

Despite your sudden fear, you shook your head, your hands suddenly gripping the fabric of his suit.

“Good,” he smirked, “because I’d hate to not be able to give all these people a nice show.”

That was the last thing he said before suddenly lifting you up, letting go of his cock. You squealed as he suddenly turned you around, fully facing the audience you had amassed. Your heart almost dropped, you could barely even see the back parts of the room, with the way the crowd had amassed itself. You hadn’t relaxed just how many people were watching you. Their eyes never left you, you could see their hungry eyes taking in the scene before them. Your dripping pussy, Reiner’s cock, the way you whined and grinding into him, everything. You couldn’t help the way tears welled into your eyes, but at the same time, a forceful tingling heat wracked through you. The humiliation you felt rocked you, yet all it could do was make your pussy even wetter. Their eyes were magnets, sticking to your every reaction.

He stretched your legs wide, the sticky sound of your pussy easily bringing in more of the crowd. Hips fingers, continuing to tease you, dipping down into your hole, smearing some of your juices at your clit. He spread your lips even further, having no problem to let all these people watching you get fucked. You let out a sharp gasp as you felt his thick finger beginning to prod at your hole, your juices dripping down onto him. Melting as he further plunged his finger into you, hissing at how tight you were. Your eyes glued to his hands, only able to watch the way he slowly began to ravish you, bit by bit. You bit your lip, restraining your budding moans as his finger slid deeper into you.

“Reiner—“ you choked, your head thrown back as his thumb pressed up against your wet clit.

Your hips ground against his hands, clenching around his fingers. Rocking against him, succumbing to the way he pulled different reactions from your body and your lips. Your moans echoed through the room, and you could hear the muffled grunting of some of the men watching you. You could hear their whispers, wondering who you were. You could hear the jealousy on some of the women’s lips, complaining about how someone as unknown as you could gain Reiner’s attention. Writhing underneath his hold, you couldn’t help the way their animosity elated you. You cried out as you felt his fingers brush up against your g-spot, your back arching away from his front side.

“Fuck— I’m gonna, I’m gonna cum—“ your words were high pitched, feeling the sudden building ache rushing through you.

Suddenly, you were left out cold as you felt his fingers abruptly pull out of your cunt. You had no time to whine or complain as a gasp left your mouth and your body jerked suddenly, feeling Reiner beginning to stand up behind you. His hands slide down to underneath your knees, further spreading your pussy open. You crossed your arms, heart racing as you felt his angry red tip prodding at your entrance. For a moment, you glanced up, and standing behind a couple people, you could see familiar olive green eyes, with his tan hand tucked in his pocket, holding a glass of liquor.

Before you could fully register the sight, your body convulsed as you felt the tip of his cock easing into your sopping wet cunt. There was no need for foreplay, with the way you had been dripping all over Reiner from the moment he placed you on his lap.

“Oh my– oh my god,” you whined out, your head thrown back as he pressed his dick into your further, hearing him grunt as you felt yourself slowly stretch around him.

“Big—“ you cried out, “its too big, fuck, I can’t—!”

“Aww," he suddenly interjected, “can’t what? Can’t handle it?” His voice was deep and laced with condescension.

Your body trembled at his words, and despite the humiliation, hearing the slight chuckle in the crowd, your pussy clenched around, sucking him in even further. Toes curled, you could do nothing while stuck in his hold but take it, desperate moans fleeing your mouth. You could feel his hot breath against your neck,, his own deep-seated, needful groans echoing in your ears. Although your eyes were shut you could still hear the makings of the crowd around, still watching you take every inch of him.

Suddenly, one of his hands left your leg, before sliding across your neck and face. It wrapped itself around the front of your neck, before pulling it and your head back. His face towered over your own, and your eyes were almost jerked open. His thumb was able to reach your wet, plump lips, pulling the bottom one down slightly.

“Open.”

It was a single command, one you fulfilled lustily, your lips parting and your tongue falling out. With nothing else, he inhaled sharply before a decently-sized globble of saliva dripped down from his mouth onto your own. Most would find the action distasteful, but not you. Your body completely wrecked with lust, could do nothing, squeeze your eyes shut, a large moan leaving your lips as his spit slid down your tongue in your throat. You melted in his hold, your juices soaking your dress, thighs, Reiner’s pants, and even a little bit of his shirt.

Reiner ravished you, and the feeling of his cock pummeling you continued to push you more and more over the edge. Your entire body jerks, the feeling of your climax building up within you once more. His heavy pants and the heated smell of sex permeated off of both of your bodies, but it was the quieted, hissed sound of a few people watching, trying their best to stay quiet as they reached their own climax.

“Coming!” Your words were loud but slurred from succumbing to your incoming orgasm.

With your toes curling, your body thrashed within his hold as your cunt squeezed around his dick. Your body melted further into him as your juices poured out of you, your pussy throbbing. Your hands reached out, clutching onto the air as shaky gasps escaped from your mouth. Underneath you, you could feel Reiner’s actions becoming more erratic, his groans following along with him. With no other warning but a groan, you gasped as he came all inside of you, his cum painting your walls white. Tears streaks stained your face as you heaved in and out. Slowly, you felt Reiner slowly putting your legs down, still keeping you close to his body. You winced at the way your legs felt, seeing how they were stretched beyond their means. The crowd slowly began to dissipate as they realized you and Reiner’s bout with lust was basically over. Some still stayed, keeping their eyes on the two of you as you tried your best to clean yourself up.

You gasped as you felt him slowly pull his cock out of you, a cool emptiness filling you. With whatever strength you could pull, you grabbed the hem of your dress, covering the mess the two of you made. You could feel both his and your cum dripping down your thighs, ignoring the way it trailed down your smooth legs. As you sat beside Reiner, waiting for him to get situated, you felt a wave of tiredness rush over you. You stretched, letting out a yawn. With no other warning, Reiner suddenly stood up, taking you into his arms. You could not fight him off as he held you tight. Through your teary and droopy eyes, you could see the crowd parted for the two of you. He walked deeper and deeper until the smoke and darkness fully covered the two of you. Your body had no strength as your body went limp, falling into a deep slumber.

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A Taste of You: The Attack on Titan Edition

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Can I ask you a question?

With the return of Attack on Titan, did you notice that the men hit different? Yeah, me too. Just imagine getting a taste of these guys in the bedroom:

Eren Jeager

1. Swallow; don’t spit.

If there is one rule that Eren had to require in the bedroom, it would be no spitting. You’re only swallowing when it comes to Eren Jeager’s cum.

When you attended Jean’s small get-together, you never imagined yourself at the mercy of Eren Jeager on Jean’s bed. What began as light flirting quickly turned dirty; so dirty that your styled hair was deeply entangled in Eren’s large fingers as he guided your willing mouth to fulfill his pleasure.

“You’re such a good little cock sucker.”

Eren praised you as he trapped himself in a trance looking into your big eyes. He could fall in love with your wild gaze that refused to leave his own as your throat closed around him tighter and tighter.

Starting to witness your delicate face turning red, Eren, unfortunately, pulled your mouth away from his pulsing cock. He was mesmerized by the line of saliva that connected your tongue to the part of his body that already missed the warmth of your throat.

Leaning down to your ear, Eren gripped your hair tighter pulling you close. When his soft lips touched the tip of your ear, you fought to beg him for more. Instead, you gasped for air missing the desperate way your body succumbed to his every need.

“To think the throat of such an innocent woman is this good. I had to pull you off before I busted in your little mouth.”

Eren nearly gasped when he heard a soft whimper escape your mouth saying, “please.”

“Please?” He repeated.

Locking your eyes together, your orbs held a pleading look as you begged the long-haired man with the little amount of air you managed to capture in your lungs.

“Please, I want to swallow your cum, ‘Ren. I need to taste you.”

Knowing he had finally had you hooked, Eren satisfyingly responded, “As you wish, baby.”

Nearly two minutes flew by as you savored Eren’s cock attempting to make the toxic man blow a huge load into your mouth. As Eren proceeded to move you head back and forth on his dick; you continued to suck deeper and deeper.

As a single tear began to escape from your eye, Eren’s legs began to twitch. Adjusting his tough grip on the back of your head, he slammed his cock to the back of your throat feeling you begin to gag. Quickly, you felt him spill a load of his thick and sticky cum into your throat.

You swallowed.

Once.

Twice.

You gasped the third time as a few drops of cum escaped your mouth. Eren watched as the drops danged from your full lips and dropped onto Jean’s dark comforter. Chuckling, Eren forcefully pulled your face up to his own.

“Swallow, don’t spit.”

“Sorry, baby. I’ll do better next time.”

“Oh, I know you will. Open up, baby. Show me how much you want to be my little whore. Try again.”

2. Doggy Style

Eren loves being deep inside of your body. The deepest position to hit your cervix is doggy style. He won’t hesitate to throw your body on its knees and make his hips connect with your plump cheeks because the position has grown to become his guilty pleasure.

If there was one position Eren would call his favorite, it would be seeing your body flipped over waiting on your hands and knees to be fucked anywhere Eren will chose.

Tonight, Eren knew that he wanted to feel your pussy clench around him as he drilled inside of your cunt; pushing you closer and closer to your final goal: your fifth orgasm of the night.

As the bed shook violently beneath your sweaty bodies, Eren couldn’t help but watch as his veiny hands grabbed onto your hips as he repeatedly slammed your ass back onto his pelvis. Beneath your cries of pleasure, he could hear the clap of your skin hitting together; music to his own ears. According to the selfish titan shifter, nothing sounded better than the joining of your bodies.

You gasped over and over again as your cunt contracted several times around his cum-covered cock giving Eren what he calls, “the greatest feeling of his life.”

“Please, ‘Ren; harder; deeper.” You pathetically begged as if you had a choice of what the man above you would be doing to your submissive body. Each time you had sex, Eren already determined how he was going to wreck your body, but tonight he pushed over the edge; you asked to be torn apart.

Growling, Eren’s arm reached up. He wrapped his right hand around your throat from behind. As the circulation to your throat was cut off, your eyes nearly bulged out of your head. When you began desperately gasping for air, Eren pounded into your cunt the deepest he has ever been inside of your pussy.

“You asked for this, you little slut. You asked to have this pussy fucked; didn’t you?” Eren demanded an answer. However, no words escaped your drooling mouth; nothing could. The pleasure Eren forced your body to withstand overdrew every thought in your head. You could hear nothing; only feel the throbbing of his cock against your gushing walls.

Suddenly Eren stopped his vicious assault on your cunt. Trying to find the words to plead him to continue, you looked back as he gripped onto your neck harder.

“Answer me.”

Gulping, you managed to speak a quiet, “Yes, baby.”

Armin Arlert

1. Eye Contact

Armin Arlert is known to be the sweetest man on the face of the globe. Time after time Armin praises your features declaring you, “the most beautiful woman on Earth.” One of your greatest features is your eyes. Thats why when Armin hovers over your body giving you the ultimate amount of pleasure, he enjoys seeing how he’s breaking and pushing against your walls.

Hovering above your shaking figure, Armin cannot help but study your body as he thrust in and out of your hungry pussy. The way your breast bounce each time his cock reaches your cervix and the way legs shake from overstimulation always drives him wild.

Stopping his thrust, your eyes open wide. Lightly, you pout as you miss the feeling of Armin’s cock pushing its way inside of your cunt. Noticing your disappointed reaction, Armin chooses to take a moment to lift his hand to your face. Slowly, his thumb traces the outline of your plump lips as his stare doesn’t drift away from your eyes. Leaning down to your ear delicately touching his soft lips to your lobe, Armin smiles and whispers, “You’re such a pretty angel, but even angels are sinners.”

Pulling out, Armin harshly trusts back inside of your pussy causing your head to throw back from the sheer pleasure you adored too much. Stopping again, you lifted your head to make eye-contact with the teasing blonde yet again.

“Please, don’t stop.” You begged, acknowledging you were too close to an intense orgasm to endure Armin’s cruel teasing episodes.

The blonde chuckled before muttering, “Then don’t let your eyes leave mine.”

2. Lingerie

To Armin, there is nothing more beautiful than your body adorned in the finest lace and silk that only his eyes are permitted to see. As soon as Armin sees you wrapped in some gorgeous lingerie, he can’t help but fuck you in it.

Seeing your lovely figure wrapped in an adorable pink and black lingerie set was one image Armin could never forget. The way the colored lace adorned on your delicate skin until it ended was nothing short of the phrase “remarkable.”

Leaning down to your plump lips, he loved the way your soft skin felt against his own. He adored the feeling of his member pressed against your wet thong teasing you. Lovingly, Armin’s slender fingers danced across your skin praising each cell he touched. Armin wanted to make you aware of your beauty, thus, he whispered something he considered vital; a key phrase you wanted to keep hearing every day of your life:

“You’re the most beautiful woman on Earth,” the mesmerized blonde spoke.

Looking into his deep blue eyes, Armin smashed your lips together and trailed his hand slowly down past your bellybutton.

Moaning against his soft lips, you gasped at the way Armin’s fingers lightly danced across your cunt perfectly. Just from your intimate sessions, you knew Armin was meant to be near you, inside of you, and beside you, forever.

Looking down, Armin tore his eyes away from yours to memorize your body’s twists and curves as the small sheer fabric still adorned your body. And though he craved to see the skin lying underneath, he remained perfectly content by staring at your body because he knew you were the most gorgeous woman in the world.

“Armin, baby.” You called softly. Your fiancé looked up at you and smiled.

“Yes, baby.”

“Wreck me; fuck me full of you.”

Your naughty command had Armin grinning ear-to-ear. Taking a handful of your pink panties and hovering your awaiting lips above his own, Armin answered, “You got it, baby.”

Immediately, you felt the fabric tear in two pieces. Staring down at your pelvis, you saw your underwear was shredded. Armin softly pulled away the undergarment from your body as he adjusts his position above you.

“Ready, baby?”

Jean Kirstein

1. Eating Pussy

Jean is such a selfless man; he’s always thinking of your needs first. Thus, whenever you’re ready to be taken to the bedroom, Jean’s first immediate thought is imaging himself burying his tongue deep within your pussy as you moan his name out of pure pleasure.

From your lips escaped a soft moan that caused Jean to look up from his position. Maintaining intense eye contact with you at the bottom of the bed, Jean cockily smirked into your wet cunt. The brown-haired sex addict managed to separate his cum-coated lips from your cunt to tease you.

“Such a pretty pussy baby. God, I’ve been craving a taste.” Jean muttered watching your face twist in pleasure as he slowly slides his fingers up and down your cunt spreading your pussy lips to see the inside of what he adores calling, “his.”

Spreading your legs as far as you could, you harshly knit your fingers into his brown hair. Teasingly, he slides his hands under your ass and begins to caress the inside of your thigh with his tongue. Slowly, for what felt like an entire year, he kissed his way towards your core until you could feel his warn breath on your pussy again.

“Please, baby.” You breathlessly begged for him to continue.

“Say it again, baby. Beg, you sound so fucking good when you cry like a baby.” Jean teased.

“Please, eat my pussy, Jean. Please.” You begged relentlessly.

Smiling like a kid of Christmas morning, Jean leaned down and allowed his tongue to caress your pussy, your clit, and your outer lips drawing from the wetness that desperately continued to leak out of you.

At his stimulation, you felt as if you had no power. Jean’s tongue was too talented for its own good. You were controlled by it’s sheer movement.

Up and down; round and round, slow and fast, as he french-kissed the place you needed him the most. He went faster, increasing his passion and even adding a finger pumping it in and out of your desperate body. He went faster and harder adding to the suspension until your cunt couldn’t control itself any longer. Clamping down on his long fingers, your legs began to shake from his tongue caressing your puffy clit.

Immediately feeling your release, Jean pulled away from your cunt smiling with your juices dripping down his chin.

“You taste so good, baby girl; time for the main event.”

2. Ride ‘um Cowgirl

Jean loves seeing your sex-craved eyes as you’re bouncing up and down on his dick desperately chasing your release. Just attempting to switch his gaze between your determined eyes, bouncing tits, and wet cunt swallowing his dick provides him with the greatest pleasure.

Your hips moved in perfect circles causing your boyfriend’s cock to sink in and out of your pussy as he stared intensely at your body, mesmerized. You were talented, that's for sure, and if Jean loved anything more than your heart, it was the way you could ride his cock. Thus, beneath your bouncing body became Jean’s favorite place to be.

“So fucking beautiful, princess.” Jean lightly muttered watching was his pulsing cock bury deep inside of you. Moaning, you threw your head back shooting a large smile to the stars as you sat yourself on his pelvis.

Looking through your messy hair, you looked into Jean’s big brown eyes and hovered closer to his mouth. Leaning into his ear, you whispered,

“You’ve come to adore this image; don’t you, baby?”

Jean’s eyes traced over your flawless body. Loving his line of vision, Jean bit his lip and gently caressed the skin residing over your waist and hips. He knew you were right. He loved his awaiting body underneath you more than he loved anything in the world. You gaining pleasure off of something he had to offer only you; there was nowhere else he’d rather be.

Seeing Jean nod, you smirked. You adored the control Jean allowed you to have over his lean body. Resting your hands on his abs, you pushed your body up so Jean’s hard cock nearly slipped out of your cunt. Biting your lip, you smiled as you intensely pounded down on your boyfriend yet again. Grunting, Jean knew he was in paradise.

Loving his reaction, you increased your pace faster and faster until the slightly submissive brown-haired man was nearly shaking from sheer pleasure. Watching his defined legs move uncontrollably, you chuckled.

Grabbing a handful of his hair, you forced Jean to look into your eyes impatiently demanding, “cum inside of me, handsome.”

Reiner Braun

1. Stomach Bulges

It is no secret that Reiner Braun has a size kink. Literally, everyone knows about it. Could you blame the man though? Reiner’s huge and he enjoys seeing his well-defined body make prints and indentations where they do not belong.

“Fuck, babygirl.” Reiner couldn’t help but loudly moan as he couldn’t manage to separate his drenched cock from the feel of your pussy walls tightly gripping him. He concentrated on nothing but the way your cunt perfectly engulfed every crevasse of your cunt, including your cervix.

“Y-Yes, Reiner. Just like that, baby.” You barely managed to breath out as you entangled your nimble fingers with his worn hands. Reiner grunted only fucking your cunt harder as your body began to wither beneath his own.

Realizing your body was too close to bursting; Reiner’s pace softened. He leaned down to your ear. Smiling against your lobe, Reiner’s voice raised goosebumps across your skin as he proceeded to ask,

“Where do you feel me, baby?” Reiner asked as if he was an innocent angel.

Acknowledging that you couldn’t utter a phrase through the moans escaping your mouth, you managed to trust one of your shaking arms. Harshly, you brought your entangled hands to your stomach and placed his palm over your belly.

Paying attention to your staggered movements, Reiner’s heart nearly stopped when he could feel his cock forming stomach bulges inside of your body.

“Do you love that baby?” Nodding, you tossed your head back onto Reiner’s shoulder and proceeded to beg your bulky boyfriend for more.

“Yes, please. Please fuck me, Reiner.”

“Anything for my angel.”

2. Titty Bouncing

Reiner loves a plump ass, but he’s ultimately a boob guy. He adores a nice pair of breasts and is not scared to admit his adoration towards your own. Thus, when Reiner has any opportunity, he won’t hesitate to place your awaiting body in a missionary position and watch your tits bounce to the rhythm of his trusts.

Staring down at your body excreting sheer pleasure, Reiner never felt more satisfied with himself. He was the reason why your mouth hung open as satisfied moaning-noises poured itself from your red lips. Your legs shook intensely as you approached your release, and your hands gripped the bedsheets. However, the best part (in Reiner’s opinion) were your plump breasts bouncing back and forth matching the rhythm of your lover’s heavy thrusts.

Reaching towards your chest with his right hand, Reiner’s palm fit perfectly around your breast. He held your chest roughly squeezing it between his fingers as it continued to bounce. Reiner’s grip caused you to gasp and open your eyes to look into your lover’s blue orbs.

Staring at your chest, Reiner spoke, “Who’s are these, baby?” He asked as if he didn’t know your answer.

“Y-yours,” you muttered through the series of moans that forced their way out of your lips. “All yours.”

“Who’s?” The blonde asked again gripping your other breast. Reiner moved his hands in circles twisting and turning your tits as he rubbed his thumbs over your nipples proceeding to pump his cock in and out of your cunt.

“REINER BRAUN’S” You yelled. Immediately, you could see the short-haired blonde’s satisfied grin growing. A light chuckle sounded throughout the dimly-lit bedroom as he slowed his assault on your cunt. You pouted from disappointment as Reiner’s thrusts slowed down.

Reiner suddenly released your tits from his grasp only to lean down. Looking into your eyes, Reiner’s mouth wrapped around your nipple licking the sensitive bud. Your back arched from pleasure as you indirectly begged Reiner to thrust inside your cunt again.

Separating his mouth from your breast, Reiner locked eyes as a devious smile spread across his face. Pulling complete out of your pussy, Reiner rammed his cock inside of your body hitting your cervix.

“REINER!” You screamed.

Satisfied with your loud and desperate tone, Reiner muttered, “say it again, princess.”

Levi Ackermann

1. Duct Tape

Having your whimpering body at his mercy is amazing, but having complete control over your “loud-ass mouth” is even better; Well, according to the captain himself.

You can clearly remember staring into Levi’s eyes as he applied the shiny black duct tape over your lips after bounding your hands together. He stared at you with a sense of lust and admiration lying within his dark eyes.

Typically, you weren’t the couple to get too crazy considering you both were busy everyday of your lives, but after sneaking a peak at Levi’s search history and discovering his wish to bound you, you couldn’t help but purchase a roll of duct tape and beg humanity’s strongest soldier to, “tie me up and fuck me like the whore I am.”

Who was Levi to deny your request?

Just ten minutes later, your wet cunt squeezed Levi’s hard member as he drilled himself into of your pussy at a fast pace. Though he couldn’t hear your sweet cries of pleasure, he was turned on by the way your encouragement spoke through your pussy. It begged to be fucked by sucking him in and out of your sopping gushy walls.

“Thats it, baby; you’re doing so good.”

Your muffled moans could be heard as he pounded into your cervix. You

could only throw your ass towards his hips waiting for his order to release your pent-up orgasm. Only then could he fill you to the brim and stay inside of your cunt to enjoy the warmth you will provide him.

“You’re such a good fucking girl when that filthy mouth of yours can’t speak a fucking word. What? Is this cock too much for you?” You shook your head hoping Levi wouldn’t stop only to lay your head on the bed. You didn’t have the strength inside of your body to hold your head up anymore.

Levi chuckled at your submissiveness as you pressed back against his hips again.

Raising his right hand, Levi laid a loud smack on your ass creating a red handprint. Your eyes widened. You thought your cunt couldn’t get any wetter, but you were nearly cumming because your Levi decided to smack your ass.

“Oh no, you’re not cumming, yet.”

2E. 2H. Threesomes with Erwin or Hange

Everyone believes Levi Ackermann is a greedy man, but I beg to differ. This man wouldn’t mind sharing your gorgeous body with his two closest friends that he knows have yearned to hear your pleasureful moans for years. Other people, yeah no.

“Stare at him.” Your vicious husband ordered.

Looking up through your innocent eyes, you stared at your commander meeting his baby blue pools. Slowly, the blonde trailed his tough hand through your hair and smiled down at you.

“Grab it, (y/n).” The commander ordered. Looking ahead of you, you stared at the massive cock dangling in front of your face just begging to be touched. Reaching out, you wrapped your nimble fingers around the large member only to hear your husband behind you chuckling.

To your surprise, you gasped as your husband rammed himself into your cunt in one fluid motion like pounding inside of your begging pussy was second nature. You continued to breathe hard as Levi began rocking harder and harder into you causing your hair to bounce and your face to repeatedly hit Erwin’s cock that still lied right in front of you.

“Fuck,” you muttered looking back to see your husband’s eyes watching you as you pumped the commander while be plowed from behind.

“Thats it, baby.” Levi muttered loving the view in front of him. Nothing looked better than you silently begging him. Seeing you look to his eyes, pleading him to rip you apart while the commander watches. Levi knew Erwin always loved you deep down, and showing him who owned your cunt was his plan. This was how Levi perfectly executed it; sharing you, but really only claiming you.

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plutoccult · 4 months

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i’ve been waiting to post this for WEEKS so if anyone wants a tag let me know she’s coming out on the 30th (midnight like usual) 😌

#attack on titan #shingeki no kyojin #aot #snk #attack on titan x reader #shingeki no kyojin x reader #aot x reader #snk x reader #attack on titan x female reader #shingeki no kyojin x female reader #aot x female reader #snk x female reader #reiner braun #reiner braun x reader #reiner x reader #reiner braun x female reader #reiner x female reader #pluto talks 🔭

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honeybleed · 9 months

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decades ⋆ reiner braun

content & warnings: fem!reader, canon verse, set around the beginning of marley arc, mentions of sex work (reader works at marleyan brothel, soooo original ik 🙄), reiner has depression, PTSD & suicidal thoughts in this so if this triggers you i advise you not to read, conflict, slut shaming, angst.

author’s note: this is depressing, as is the majority of canon verse aot fics.

part two here

word count: 3.7k

Reiner has had this reoccurring dream ever since his confrontation with the Survey Corps four years ago.

In this dream, his Titan has been beaten down mercilessly and his body is exposed. The dream is all too vivid. The steam stings his eyes he feels them prickle with tears.

Then vultures circle him, tauntingly. They swoop down and tear his flesh relentlessly. He's frozen. He wants to let out a scream but no noise comes out.

He is thrust back into reality, waking up with a gasp, sweat trickling down his forehead and chest heaving. The dream never goes any further than that.

He looks around the dark room, trying to differentiate between dream and reality. The problem is, the nightmare itself isn't too far off from his experience that day.

Dead man walking, that’s how he would describe himself.

He had no will to live. However, at certain times when thrust into battle, he came alive and was instantly a live wire. His suicidal ideation faded away during combat.

Since returning to Marley and being shrouded as some sort of war hero, even nicknamed "Marley's shield", he joined the other soldiers on their excursions.

Reiner never knew who he truly was.

When with the boisterous, raucous Marleyan soldiers on their off time in the taverns and brothels, he was one of the boys.

There were glimmers of pride and the acceptance he never had as a child whenever he felt a slap on his back, a squeeze on his shoulder with a hearty laugh.

The validation he never had as a child.

But when the moment ended, he felt awful. Despite his belief that he was a horrible person, plagued with turmoil, he knew that he did not share the same values as those soldiers.

As he entered the bar, the air was thick with the scent of cigar smoke. With the smell filling the whole room. The smoke was heavy and lingering, creating a haze that hung in the atmosphere.

He walked off from the other soldiers and headed towards the bar to drink. In all honesty, he preferred the company of Gabi, Falco and the kids rather than the soldiers.

He was dragged out of his thoughts when an intoxicating fresh scent, the complete opposite wafted towards him.

Scents are not something Reiner pays attention to, however it grabbed his attention after being on the battlefield for weeks.

His lungs thick with smoke and gunpowder, choking on the acrid stench of explosives. The sweat and dirt from the soldiers who had been fighting for hours.

But he could’ve handled all of that, what pushed him to the edge was the blood and flesh, burning flesh. The blood was nauseating.

The sweet smell belonged to you.

He had to pinch himself when his eyes settled on you. You noticed him gaping at you and gave him a wink, heading further into the crowd.

"That one is one hell of a minx." One of the soldiers guffawed as he slapped Reiner's back when he noticed him ogling you, causing Reiner to wince. "Give her a try."

Reiner stared at the man in shock. However, when your eyes met once again, he was oddly enthralled by your aura.

He pushed his way through the crowded bar, determined not to lose you amongst the people.

"Excuse me, Miss..? May I speak to you for a moment?"

Your back was still turned, as you heard his firm and deep voice. It was difficult to ignore.

You eventually stopped in your tracks, turning to face him as your eyes raked over him, with a snort.

"Now…what would Marley's Shield want with me..?" You questioned, raising a brow at him.

He cringed at the nickname.

"Marley's Shield my ass." He thought to himself, as that particular nightmare flickered through his mind, causing him to shake his head in an attempt to disperse those images.

"You don't need to call me that.." He replied, with a wry laugh. "It's kind of douchey."

"So what do I call you?" You questioned.

"Just...Reiner." He responded.

"Okay, just Reiner. You come here often?" You said with a sultry smile.

"Depends." He said. "You see me around here?"

"Nope. I'd definitely remember such a handsome face..." You said, as you leaned across the bar and reached out to stroke his cheek.

A slow smile began to build on his face as he felt your dainty hand.

“You’re forward, aren’t you?” He replied, as he met her eyes properly.

“Part of the profession.” You remarked. “We on the same page, just Reiner?”

The tavern and brothel were in the same building. The rooms where the ladies brought whoever paid for their service were upstairs.

Reiner kept his hands to himself the entirety of the walk, which you noticed. Most of the soldiers would grope and grab at you even before you were out of the bar.

His lips were pursed, you wondered if he was ashamed. He didn't seem like a man who liked things like this, but that would be a naive statement. Considering the nature of men.

"Pretty...nice." He remarked, surveying the rich velvet carpets and golden fixtures. "How is this the same building as the bar..?"

"Yeah...Madam is particular about the interior." You replied with a half smile reminiscing on her giving a verbal lashing to the barkeep about the state of the building.

You pushed open the door of the room.

A lot of buildings in Marley are the same. Especially the internment zone. People were lucky to even have a bed and a desk, however, Reiner had never seen such luxury like this in his life.

Jaw slightly agape at the delicate and elegant furniture and the pale blues, pinks, and whites. The bed had lace and ruffles.

He shut the door behind him as you lit the candle.

"You like..?" You giggled at him gazing around the room in awe.

"I never been in a fancy pants place like this before.." He said, lowly as he stalked up to you. You drew a sharp intake of breath as Reiner towered over you.

His expression was serious and intense, with his eyes sharp and focused on you.

"Looks can be deceiving.." You said in a hushed tone as you slid your hands underneath the fabric to push off his trench coat and let it clatter to the ground.

He didn't miss the way you eyed the red armband.

"You think so..?" He replied, intrigued by your statement.

"Yeah.." You said, as your fingers made their way to undo the collar buttons of his dress shirt. "She makes it all fancy...as if that hides the horrors of what goes on in most of these rooms."

He grabbed your wrist before you undid the button that was up to his navel. His eyes widened and his brows furrowed as the only thing he could muster out was your name.

"That's...not gonna happen here. I promise." He said voice determined, earning a giggle from you. "What's funny?"

"It's sweet." You hummed, pulling away from his grip to continue undressing him. The flame of the candle illuminated the room with a warm glow.

You felt your mouth unconsciously water when the flame highlighted Reiner’s muscle definition.

The veins in his arms and neck stood out prominently as you traced them gently with your forefinger causing him to shudder gently.

“You’re really hard to resist.” He said with a dark chuckle as you pushed him to sit on the bed.

“It’s a part of my charm.” You grinned. You began to press your lips against the sensitive surface of his neck and he froze.

This wasn’t something unusual, however with Reiner. Something felt off. Regardless, you pushed him on his back to continue your actions but he seemed to be…nervous.

You couldn’t do it like this. So you pulled yourself off, sitting on your knees on the mattress as your eyebrows pinched together.

"Reiner...have you done this before..?"

"What?! Of course I have!" He shot back offended at what you were insinuating as a flush crept across his cheeks.

"With who..?"

Busted.

He began to stumble over his words, attempting to create a believable sexual encounter but as you gazed at him, looking ethereal in the pale moonlight he gave up mid-sentence.

"You must think I'm pathetic."

"For being a virgin? No." You said gently as you stroked his cheek.

"I...I'm not less of a man to you?" He asked, shocked by your nonchalance.

"I could care less about that. Image...that's something important to you, Reiner. Isn't it?" You asked with a lilt in your voice.

"I thought image means a lot to everybody.." He responded, confused by your statement.

"Eh. To a certain degree. When it starts making you pretend to be somebody you're not I guess that's where it becomes a problem."

"You don't have to do this." You said.

"But what if I want to..?"

"Just figured...people usually want to keep their virginity for somebody they love." You said.

Reiner thought about it for a moment.

The only person he thought he loved was Historia.

And in his mind, hell would've frozen over before he could ever see her again.

"Usually? So what do the other people do?" He asked, curiously. You shook your head with a chuckle.

As he sat on the edge of the bed, you looked at him again. You would've never thought that the large and bulky handsome man had this naivety and innocence.

It was genuinely endearing to you.

"They don't care I suppose. It's just something people do as a gratification thing. Get it out of their system."

Reiner recalled some conversations had by the older soldiers in the trenches. It was like a game to them.

"...I don't want to do that." He whispered.

"Huh?"

"Oh...I said that out loud, huh?" He shook his head.

"Yeah.." You snickered. "What don't you want to do?"

"I don't want...to be like them."

"Reiner, who is them?"

"The guys I came in with." He began as he wrinkled his nose in disgust. "They...it's like a control thing for them."

"Yeah...you hit on the nail on the head with that one. They barge in here and don't even take a moment to realise that we have feelings...and thoughts. I doubt they even see us as people."

"But...I want to...I really want to..." He spoke gently as his tongue darted out to lick his lips and his light brown eyes softened. "Do...you want me? Am I enough for you?"

"Do you think you're not enough..?" You questioned.

He lowered his gaze and let out a sigh.

"Have you had your first kiss too?"

He groaned your name and buried his face in his hands.

"Okay, okay!" You giggled. "Look, you didn't have time for any of that. I promise it's not a bad thing..but...is there anybody who caught your eye...and who you wanted to kiss?" You grinned.

"I suppose so."

"Well, what happened?"

"She...loved another. And.."

He trailed off when he realised he was veering into confidential information.

"Yeah."

"Aw...seems like Reiner had an unrequited love." You said, gently as you tilted his chin up with a forefinger. "Would you like to kiss me, Reiner?"

His posture immediately straightened as he met your eyes, glimmering.

"It's all I've been thinking about since I saw you across the bar."

"I appreciate the enthusiasm." You chuckled. "May I be your first kiss..?"

"...Really?" He breathed out.

"I shouldn't say this...but I was thinking about that when I first saw you too.." You grinned. He immediately tensed up.

You held his arms and chuckled.

"Reiner, just relax..." You said biting your lip to stifle your laughter. "You don't need to pout, just be natural. I'll take the lead."

"Don't laugh..!" He whined as he felt the tips of his ears heat up.

"I'm sorry, I'm not laughing at you! It's just...cute."

"I'm not cute..!" He protested.

"Sulking is not gonna help you beat the cute allegations." You snorted. "Close your eyes."

He followed your instruction without argument, and you waited for a beat of silence. You then took his strong jaw in your hands to gently brush your lips against his in a chaste manner.

When you pulled away, his eyes remained shut but you could see his eyelids twitching slightly.

"Reiner.." You called out softly.

"Oh. Is that all?"

"Hey! I was tryna be gentle. If I shoved my tongue down your throat you wouldn't have liked it." You argued, you then patted his thigh.

"But if you really want it. You can’t be the only one half-naked. Mhm?” You said as you turned your back to him.

He gave you a nod, understanding what you wanted.

"So beautiful.." He breathed in awe, as he undid the buttons of the corset.

"I've been told." You snorted, you were happy you were facing away from him, so he wouldn't see the giddy smile on your face.

You were a sucker for a compliment, especially from such a devastatingly handsome man like Reiner.

"I'll be gentle with you." You beamed, stroking his cheek.

"If it's like that first kiss, then no thank you."

"REINER!" You squeaked. "I was trying to-"

"I know, you were trying to go easy on me. But I didn't like it."

He never entered the bar anymore after that first night. He stood outside like a madman waiting for you to yank him indoors.

And as much as you expressed your irritation with it, you did it regardless. He was starting to appear more anxious whenever you spoke. Nothing like the man you met in the bar that one night.

You stormed outside and glared at him.

"Reiner." You hissed.

"I don't want you to think I only see you as a... you know..." He was getting extremely flustered, a deep crimson blush spreading across his cheeks. “Let’s leave, I’ll take you away from all of this..”

Your eyes slit as you took in his statement.

"Reiner." You finally spoke, voice barely an octave. "You're delusional."

He stared right back at you as if you were the one who lost your mind. He'd never been told that before.

You felt like you kicked a puppy with the look he gave you, so you dragged him to one of the rooms.

He looked pale and it seemed like he was gonna throw up. As you sat on the edge of your bed, waiting for him he just kept staring at his trembling hands with choked gasps.

“Come here..” You instructed.

He slowly sank to his knees and lowered his head onto your lap. At first, you tensed up. You had no clue why he did that. But feeling him rest against you, there was a pang in your stomach.

Your hands gingerly reached out to stroke the side of his face then you began to gently scrape your nails against his scalp. His body shuddered slightly and he let out a content sigh, his large hands bunching the fabric of your dress.

He thinks back on his life and realises nobody touched him like that before.

You pause from dragging your nails and settle a palm on the nape of his neck, fingers threading through the tufts of his featherlight blond hair.

You could've sworn you hear him choke out a sob.

"What's the matter..?" You asked softly, hand still on his neck.

He lifted his head to meet your eyes, as he gasped for breath, each inhalation a struggle against the suffocating grasp of despair.

His chest heaved with the weight of unspoken words and unshed tears, and a guttural sob escaped his lips, tearing through the silence like a wounded animal's cry.

"Reiner, breathe." You said, eyebrows knitting together in concern at his reaction.

You immediately sat up from the bed, and he tugged onto your dress harder as if he was trying to stop you from walking away.

His breathing was shallow as he called out your name.

"Don't go, please.."

"I'm not going anywhere." You reassured, helping him to stand from his knees to guide him to sit on the bed. "Now tell me what's wrong."

You sat beside him and slipped your small hand into his large, calloused one. The skin was dry and worn out from his battles. As your slender fingers interlocked with his, you felt a few healing scabs across his palm.

Your words seeped into his mind.

"What's the matter?"

As far as Reiner could think back, nothing was ever normal.

He coughed out when he remembered the metallic taste of the rifle in his mouth and saw the faces.

Of his loved ones.

He was nothing but a fraud in his eyes. Yet he was their hero.

Soon, it began to become a cycle. Reiner arrives. Reiner has a bit much to drink. You don't want to sleep with him in his inebriated state, so you let him lay on the bed and stroke his hair. He talks about his past.

The cycle was beginning to weigh down on you, whenever he began the tirade on his mother you felt your eyebrows furrow and let out an exasperated sigh.

He never bashed her. But he indirectly blamed her.

And then one day, you snapped. This time, he wasn't drunk. He was on a few sips.

"Your mother is not a good person."

It was meant to be a statement. But it came out so harsh, laced with venom, you regret it the instant it came out of your mouth.

Reiner was used to you not saying much.

But the vitriol in the sentence blew him away, so much so, the glass of bourbon slipped from his hand and shattered onto the wooden floor.

His pupils were blown wide with alarm.

"What...did you just say..?" He finally spoke, voice shaky.

Even if you regret the way it came out, you had to say it.

"I said your mother is not a good person, Reiner." You replied, voice haughty. "You've been coming here for almost a month now, I listen to you. The verdict is that your problems lead back to her."

"You-"

His words were stuck in his throat and felt as if they were choking him.

"You are not a sin for being born. Neither is she. She should've told you that. Not make you think you had to repent for something you had nothing to do with." You said tersely as your arms folded.

"And what the hell do you know?!" He bellowed. "You're...you're just a dumb broad from a whore house!"

Another wave of shock hit Reiner when he registered what he said to you.

You nodded in a bemused way a few times with a bitter smile.

"Maybe so, Reiner. But I can tell you something..." You leaned in closer to his ear. "I don't delude myself the way you do. I know what I am, I could care less. Do you know what you truly are..?"

Then you spoke and said something that tore through him and hurt more than any slash.

"You...are...a...pawn, Reiner. You're disposable."

He stood outside the tavern despite it being daytime. He had rushed out of the room away that night. As far as his feet could take him.

Yet he always found his way back to you, lately.

The girls began to tease, about Reiner being your lover. You had to qualms about it in the beginning, since you had a soft spot for him.

But after that argument, you lashed out at one of the girls and marched off.

You gazed outside the window as you saw him standing outside, helplessly.

He barely smiled. His face was always weary.

"You are not a sin for being born."

Reiner swallowed thickly as his eyes begin to prickle with tears. There was nothing more he wanted than to sink to his knees for forgiveness. He couldn't even have used the drunk excuse.

You headed outside to confront him.

"You need to stop coming here." You said after you shoved him with force.

"I'm in love with you. Please.." He babbled, words clashing together. "I can't live without you, why can't you understand that..?”

"Well. It's not like either one of us lied. You are a pawn and disposable. And I am a broad from a whore house. I'm not dumb though."

"Of course you're not..." He frustratedly let out a groan and clutched at his head. "Y/N PLEASE! I don't know what I was thinking, really..! What can I do to make it up to you..?!"

"You really want to make it up to me...?" You asked, gently. You looked up at him and settled a palm on the nape of his neck.

He nodded eagerly.

"Anything, I'll do anything."

"Reiner...go and fuck yourself."

"I can't let you go. Please. I-"

"No, you don't." You said curtly.

"How did you know what I was going to say?"

"You Marleyan soldiers are all the damn same. Do you think I haven't heard an 'I love you' after one of 'em wallows in self-pity? I've heard your story a dozen times before." You replied. "I won't take back what I said about your mother or you."

"I don't care anymore! You were right, just don't walk away from me. You say you've heard it before but I'm not making things up. I love you...I'll do anything for you. When I'm by your side in that bed, I'm a free man. Your warmth and your touch..."

"Free yourself. From being a pawn. That's what you can do for me. Do that and I'll forgive you."

You turned on your heel and began to march off, arms folded against your chest. It was taking everything within you not to start bawling like a newborn.

But you had to let him go. For his own sake.

"HOW CAN I DO THAT...?!" He exclaimed as he felt his heart shatter for the dozenth time.

"Deep down he knows." You said to yourself internally as your back was against the door, watching your vision blur and tears splatter across the wooden planking.

author’s note: you can take reiner freeing himself when he joined paradis island folks🗿 also sorry for makin him say that rude ass shiet to reader😭 sawry for any spelling n grammar mistakes im tide man

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