Content Warning: Oral sex (f and m receiving), rope, overstimulation, riding, doggy, roughish sex, spanking, pussy spanking, dirty talk, cum swallowing, multiple creampies, breeding kink, spit kink.. maybe more.
Author's Note: This is another edited, repost of an older fic of mine. I felt there were things that could be changed, and I also didn't like the way I formatted things when I first started writing. I ended up combining parts 1 and 2 of this fic.
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Today was your birthday. Reiner, your husband of three years was gone by the time you woke up, leaving a note on the nightstand that reads,
“Going out for a bit in case I’m not back by the time you wake up, Happy Birthday, babygirl.”
You smile for a moment at the note before getting ready for the day, tying your box braids up into a high ponytail as you put on a red satin mini dress. Reiner comes back soon enough, hands full of gifts and flowers as you come downstairs to meet him, reaching up to wrap your arms around his neck with a loving smile.
“Good morning, daddy.” You say sweetly, and he kisses the top of your head.
“Good morning darlin’ and Happy Birthday.” He says with a small smile on his face before moving to sit the gifts on the kitchen counter.
“Why you get so many gifts? You know I don’t need no more clothes and shoes.” You say lightheartedly.
“Because you’re my princess, it’s your birthday, and I’m gonna spoil you if I want to.” He says walking back towards you, reaching down to grip the fat of your ass in the red dress pressing his body to yours as your hands run up his chest before running up the back of his neck and into his hair, the short blonde strandes peaking through your fingers.
“You don’t even realize how damn sexy you look right now, mama.. might just put a baby in you tonight.” He says, massaging your ass with his hands, his eyes looking down at you like he wants to bend you over that kitchen table right this second.
“Oh really? You ready for a baby?” You say with a playful smirk as you look up at him, eyebrows raised in questioning.
“Shit, if it means I get to nut in that pretty pussy all night then hell yeah.” You roll your eyes at his blunt statement as you let out a soft laugh.
“You so damn nasty but.. I’m not opposed to it. We gone do it my way, though. It is MY birthday.” He raises his eyebrow slightly.
“What you mean, sweetheart? Looks like you been plotting all morning.” He asks.
“I mean it’s something I been wanting to do, and since I’m the birthday girl, you gotta let me do what I want.” You say cupping his cheeks and brushing your thumbs over his cheekbones.
“Hm. What is it that you want to do?” He asks, but you don’t answer him instead just taking a step back from him walking to the bedroom, He follows you, watching your ass shake in that dress as you walk.
“God damn..” He mumbles under his breath, but you hear him, choosing to just snicker at his remark. You both get into the bedroom and in front of the bed, there’s a chair and in the seat, red rope.
“This is for you, right?” He asks, smirking at you as he walks closer.
“Nope. Take your clothes off.” You say in a bit of a playful tone, but he can tell you’re being dead serious. He doesn’t say anything else as he hesitates for a moment before unbuttoning his shirt and taking off his pants and boxers, putting them to the side. His body is toned, veins running down his biceps and forearms as he crosses his arms over his chest. His dick is already semi-hard, drooping from the weight of it.
“You better be happy it’s your birthday.” He says before sitting in the chair, with a sigh, putting his arms behind the back of the chair, crossing his wrists.
“Come on now, Tie me up, pretty girl.” He says, playing along. You lick your lips as you eyes look him up and down, chest and arm muscles flexed as he sits like that, muscular legs spread apart as his thick, long dick rests between them. You walk over to him, taking the rope he placed on the bed and tying his wrists to the back of the chair, tight enough that he can’t get out of it.
“Damn, that’s a little tight, don’t you think?” He says.
“Gotta make sure you ain’t going nowhere.” You respond as you finish and you stand behind him, hands running over his shoulders and down his chest as you lean down to run your tongue up the side of his neck causing him to tilt his head to the side.
“Mm.. damn.” He breathes out in a raspy, deep voice before you slide your hands down his abs, his hard dick jumping a little before you bring your hand to your plump lips spitting in it and bringing it back down to his dick, wrapping your fingers around the base. You slowly start pumping his dick as your other hand rests on his abs, lips and tongue still working at the crook of his neck
“Shit, girl..” He hisses, hazel eyes looking down, focusing on your hand that’s stroking his dick and you laugh softly against his skin, giving a playful bite.
“Making so much noise already.. I’m gonna make you cum so many times tonight Rei.. I’d suggest you save your voice.” You say teasingly in his ear.
“You’re gonna kill me, woman.” He says, already a bit breathless as your hand keeps pumping, making sure to massage the tip with your palm everytime it slides back to the top. His comment gets a small chuckle out of you before you take your hand away, walking around to the front of him to get on your knees. You look up into his eyes as your hand wraps around his hard dick again, tongue slipping past your lips to run over the head before your glossy lips suck on it, cheeks sucking in slightly before you pull your mouth off.
“You look so damn good with my dick in your mouth like that..” Reiner says softly before you move your head down, running your tongue over his balls, sucking on them softly as your eyes look up at him, watching him tilt his head back as he groans. Then, you pop your lips off.
“Mm.. spit in my mouth, daddy.” You say, causing him to look back down at you. You lean forward, looking up at him, letting your tongue stick out flat as your mouth opens, and he leans forward, as far as he can with his hands tied and spits into your mouth.
“Fuck baby.” He sighs as he watched you move back down spitting his saliva mixed with yours on his dick before sliding it back into your mouth, going down far enough to feel him in your throat and he groans louder.
“Nggh fuck.. yeah..” He growls through his teeth as he looks back down at you, saliva pooling at the base of his dick as you gag softly. His wrists pull against the ropes to no avail causing the chair to creak. You drag your mouth back to the top, tongue swirling in a circle at the head before you start to suck his dick, head bobbing up and down, his hips jerking up into your mouth.
“Mm..mmm” muffled moans come from you as he fucks up into your mouth.
“You better not fucking stop” He groans as he watches himself fuck up into your mouth. The chair becomes nosey from his rough, jerking movements. Saliva continues to make a mess at the base of his dick, running down between his thighs.
“Uggh fuck, I know you can take more than that baby. Be a good slut for me and put that shit in your throat, let me fuck your throat.” He hisses desperately, wanting so badly to push your head down, his arms flex as he tries to get out of the ropes, veins protruding from his biceps. You push your head down further, his dick fucking in and out of your throat as you gag, tears swelling up in your eyes as his cum shoots down your throat.
“Fuuckk.. That’s it.. Good fucking girl..” He praises as he watches you pull your lips off, swallowing his cum. You gasp for air softly, saliva falling from your lips before you stand up, looking at him as sweat glistens on his skin. After standing you take your hands running them up your thighs, his eyes focus on your every movement and his breathing heavy as he’s coming down from his high.
“So fucking sexy..” He mutters as he watches you hook your fingers into those black, lace panties pulling them down, letting them fall to the floor before you get close to his ear.
“I’m gonna untie you, but you’re gonna keep letting me do whatever I want, okay?”
“Mm.. and if I don’t?” He asks.
“Oh, don’t make me second guess taking them off..” You pull your hands back hesitantly when they reached for the ropes.
“No.. No.. please.. I’m sorry, baby.. please take them off.I was just messing around.” He begs quickly after you finish your sentence, which causes you to smirk.
“Not like you to beg.” You untie the ropes, his hands finally free as his eyes move to focus on the panties you took off.
“Give me those..” He demands as you turn your head to see what his eyes are focused on. You move to pick them up, the part that covers your pussy, damp from the arousal that continues to build between your thighs and you hand them to him. He immediately brings the material to his nose, sniffing them.
“Fuck.. pussy smells so damn good, princess..” He groans before bringing the damp material to his lips, dragging it across his tongue with a pleasured sigh.
“Tastes even better, swear to God..” He growls before putting them aside and patting his lap.
“Come put it on me baby” You get closer to him, standing in front of him before you start rubbing your pussy with your fingers, making him watch as you slip two fingers inside
“Mmm.” You moan softly before his hands grip your hips pulling you even closer. His hand grabs your wrist, pulling your fingers out of your pussy and bringing them up to his lips as he sucks them into his mouth, eyes looking up at you hungrily as he does. Once he slips your fingers out of his mouth, you place your hands on his shoulders, moving to straddle his lap and you sink down on him, the walls of your pussy slowly surrounding every inch of his dick while you sink down.
“Mmm fuck.. good girl..” He groans, hands going to your ass, gripping it tight as your bodies press together and he speaks in a low tone by your ear.
“Go on n’ ride it, sugar..” His words send a chill down your spine as you start to bounce on his dick, you cradle his head in your hands as you ride him, lips pressing into one another’s, your moans colliding.
“Mmm fuck.. that pussy so wet baby..” He moans against your lips, pussy squelching every time his dick moves in and out.
“Fuck.. fuuck.. you know that pussy good too, don’t you?” He grunts as he bounces you on his dick, hands gripping your ass tight, your hands moving down to his upper back, clawing gently getting a hiss from him.
“Mm fuck.. yes, daddy.” You moan, head tilting back slightly as your chest bounces in his face. Your body still being covered by that little red dress somehow turns him on even more as he runs his tongue up the center of your chest that’s exposed by the low cut top of the dress, dragging flat up to your throat.
“Mm fuck.. look so damn pretty in this color.. Ima nut in this pussy, give my pretty girl a baby. You want that? Want me to fuck a baby into you?” You nod your head eagerly, whining as he continues bouncing you on his dick, his dick bruising the shit out of your cervix but you can find it in you to give a fuck right now.
“Turn around baby, let me watch that fat pussy make a mess on me.”He says as he stops bouncing you, allowing you to get up. You turn your back to him as you stand between his spread apart thighs, that plump ass in his face as he brings his hand down on it harshly causing you to whimper. You grip his legs for balance as you sink down on his dick again.
“Mmm fuck.. that’s my girl..” He groans caressing your ass with his hand soothingly. You place your hands on your knees, slowly bouncing your ass up and down, pussy squelching and gripping his dick as he gets the full view now, his eyes focused on it.
“Oh fuck, mama. God damn that’s it.. look at that pussy getting all messy for me..” He grunts as he watches your cream and slick cover his dick, his hand coming down to spank you again.
“Mm so messy, so fucking sloppy.” He groans, head tilting back for just a moment, breathing getting heavier.
“Ohh fuck.. fuuckk. I’m finna cum again baby. Keep bouncing that ass.. fuck..” He’s barely able to get the words out as he keeps watching before he roughly grabs your hips, slamming you down on his dick as he nuts deep inside your pussy.
“Uggh.. mmm.. f..fuuckk.” He grunts with every squirt of cum that sprays into you and he tries to lift you off of him but you push his hands away.
“Uh uh. I said I get to do whatever I want. It’s my birthday, daddy.” You say with a smirk as you start to grind on his semi-soft dick, overstimulating him, his hands grip the chair tight as he can’t help but stare at your hips whining as you grind on him, pussy smacking from your arousal and all his cum that’s still inside you.
“Fuck! Uh uh baby.. c..can’t take it.. ‘s too sensitive” He moans, voice getting a little higher as he whimpers softly but he’s not doing anything to stop you as if feels too damn good. He hands grip the arms of the wooden chair so tight, the wood cracks.
“Mm feels so good..wanna make you cum again, got you breaking our chair, daddy.” You moan, giving a soft pleasured laugh as you keep grinding, slowly but surely feeling his dick get hard again as you start to bounce slowly again, his cum surrounding the base more and more with every movement of your hips and his head falls back, jaw slack as his breathing gets heavy. His mind is unable to think about anything else as his hands continue to grip the arms of the chair tight enough to damn near break it completely. You squeeze your walls around him causing his hips to buck up harshly.
“Fuuck, Y/N!” He cries out, pathetic, whimpering moans coming from his mouth as he can’t help but fuck up into you sloppily causing you to cry out as well.
“Ahh.. ahh fuckk. Fuckk. Pussy feels so.. mm so good..” He whines as he looks back down, his eyes watching as he keeps bucking his hips, your head thrown back as his hands hold your hips, the sensation causes you to squirt, more and more with every thrust up into your pussy.“Fuck! Look at that! Oh God..” He cries out, mouth hanging open as his eyebrows furrow slightly.
“G..gonna cum again baby.. mm I’m gonna cum again..” He whimpers out as he shoots more cum into your pussy, his breathing growing heavy as he watches you bounce on his dick, sucking every drop out of him. His mouth hangs open as he watches, tears filling his eyes as drool runs down his chin, his expression completely fucked out.
“Oh God..” He sighs as you stand, sliding his dick out of you, a trail of cum following. Your legs feel a bit weak as you collect the cum on your fingers sucking it off before moving to kiss his lips, licking the saliva that ran from his lips. He sits there completely breathless, body limp as his eyes watch you move to the bed. Your back turns to him as you crawl onto the bed getting on all fours before sliding your upper body down to the bed, leaving that juicy ass of yours in the air which gives him a view of your pussy, cum still running out of it, dripping down to the bed.
“Mm come fuck me daddy.” You say lustfully.
“Baby.. I don’t know if I..fuck you’re gonna kill me.” He says breathlessly as he looks at your pussy, the sight making his dick twitch as he watches you turn your head to look at him, pretty lips slightly pouted.
“But, it’s my birthday.”
Reiner stands there for a moment, looking at your pussy, watching his cum leaking out of it as his hand wraps around the base of his large dick, that one prominent vein protruding from the side up to that sensitive pink tip, cum still built up before his thumb brushes over it making him let out a soft whimper as he looks at your pouting face.
“You’re such a fuckin’ brat.” His statement causes you to smirk before laying your head down on the mattress, spreading your legs wider, knees digging into the mattress as your back arches, arms folded beneath your head.
“Mm yeah, yeah.. who’s fault is that daddy?”
Reiner steps closer to you, continuing to stroke his dick slowly as his other hand comes up to your ass, caressing it softly before squeezing it tight enough to get a whimper out of you.
“It’s my fault, huh, mama? I spoil you too much..” His hand comes down on your ass hard forcing a whimper from your mouth as your eyes close tight, body jerking forward a little causing your ass to jiggle and he smirks.
“You’re right..” He says softly, bending down as his large hand stays on top of your ass, hot tongue slapping against your puffy clit, running up to your asshole, his cum and your juices covering his tongue as he swallows it before dipping his tongue inside your pussy, walls contracting on his tongue causing him to smirk again as he swirls his tongue around inside.
“Mm Reiner.. please, daddy..” He stands back up, bringing his hand down on your ass once more.
“Fuck!” You cry out body jerking forward at the sting.
“Yeah, that’s right.. Lemme hear you, baby girl.” His tongue runs over his lips as he steps closer to you, hand pumping his dick slow before he lines himself up with you, dipping the head in before pulling it back out. His drags his hand up, running his hand over the head rubbing the wetness down his length. He brings the tip back to your hole, smearing juices along your pussy as his tip runs up and down through the lips of your fat pussy before he pushes every inch deep into you.
“Ahh.. shit, princess” He sighs as he watches cum gush around his dick as he pushes deeper, until his hips are pressed against your ass. His hands grab your hips tight as he starts fucking you slow and deep.
“Fuck.. this pussy so damn good baby, just look at that shit gripping me..” He moans, eyes focused on that creaming pussy as he fucks you, his abs flexing.
“Come on, mama, throw that ass back for me.” Just as the words slip past his lips you do as he commanded, throwing your ass back for him as he fucks you, matching your pace.
“Ohh fuck.. fuuckk.. that’s it.. good girl” His hand presses into your lower back, causing your back to arch more, pussy squelching with every movement, ass bouncing off his pelvis. Before he pulls back giving you a light smack on the ass.
“Mm.. go lay on the pillows for me.” You move further onto the bed, laying on your back as you watch him move closer to you, lips pressing against your ankle, moving up your leg, up your inner thigh before his tongue swipes over your pussy. He continue running his tongue up over your stomach before his tongue moves to one of your titties, swirling around your nipple before his lips wrap around it sucking on it gently. His other hand runs up your side until his thumb brushes over the other nipple, your hand comes up to the back of his head, lightly scratching at his scalp through that soft, blonde hair.
“Mmm baby..” You moan softly, and his lips start to kiss up your chest, to your neck, his tongue running from your collarbone up to your ear.
“Tell me you’re mine, baby..” He whispers to you.
“I’m yours, daddy.. even got the ring to prove it.” You say back just as softly.
“That’s right..” He sits up on his knees, hands running down your calves as he lifts your legs to rest on his shoulders before planting his hand on the pillow above your head, leaning down to suck your bottom lip gently before pulling back just enough to press his lips to yours softly, both your breaths a bit shaky.
“You’re so damn pretty.” He praises, voice barely above a whisper, lips brushing against yours.
“Thank you, daddy.” Your hands caress his cheeks as he slides back in. The current position causing it to feel like he’s in deeper than before as his arms hold his body over yours.
“Ohh.. fuck, daddy..” You moan out, lips parting open as his tip kisses your cervix. He starts thrusting in and out, rough but slow, pulling moan after moan from your lips.
“Ahh..ahh.. fuck.. Reiner!”
“Mmm that’s it, pretty girl.. shit.. be loud for me..” He grunts continuing to fuck you harder, movements speeding up.
“Mm fuck.. hold your legs up for me, babygirl.” He says as your legs slip from his shoulders, your hands gripping onto the back of your thighs as you pull your knees closer to your chest, pussy on display for him as he sits back slightly on his heels. He grabs his dick as he looks down at your pussy, spit building up in his mouth before he lets it slip past his lips, the hot liquid falling down to your pussy. He uses the tip of his dick to spread it around your pussy, his lips parting as he watches before using his dick to play with your clit.
“Mmm fuck.. pussy’s so fucking greedy..” He grunts as he watches your hole clenching every time his dick brushes past your overly sensitive clit. He runs his dick down and dips it into your hole, walls clamping down the second he slides in.
“Shit.” He hisses when your pussy grips around him, jaw clenching as his hips yank backwards, pulling his dick out just as fast as he can get in and his hand comes down on your pussy.
“Ahh!” You moan out loud when he slaps your pussy.
“Don’t do that..” He snaps at you almost breathlessly.
“Mm I didn’t mean to daddy..” You whine. He takes this opportunity to keep his hand on your pussy, rubbing over it softly before bringing his hand down on it again, forcing a cry out of your lips as your hands loosen their grip on your thighs.
“Ohh you didn’t mean to, huh? I thought I told you to hold your legs up, baby.” His voice coming out almost mocking you for reacting so much to him slapping your pussy.
“I-I’m trying to daddy..” Your hands tighten on the back of your thighs once more as he slides his dick back in, pussy still gripping him.
“Fuuckk..” You hear him whimper out softly as he watches his dick slide back in, the wet noises from your pussy going straight to his ears, driving him insane.
“Fuck this pussy so fucking good..” He hisses as his hand comes down, thumb playing with your clit as he fucks into you slowly, the position causing his tip to massage your g-spot every time he pushes in, pussy getting wetter with every passing second.
“Mm.. fuck, mama.. gone make that pussy squirt for me? Want you to give me every drop of that shit.. can you do that for me?” He moans, thrusting slow and you swear you can feel every single inch, every protruding vein and your eyes look up at his, pretty lips parted as you nod.
“Mm talk to me pretty girl.. you gone squirt for me?”
“Mmm.. fuck.. y-yes daddy.” He smirks before grabbing the back of your ankles, lifting your legs into the air, spreading them wide open as he thrusts, your hands falling from your thighs to the sheets, gripping them tight.
“Mmm fuck that feels good daddy..” The movement of his hips elicits a needy, desperate whine from your lips.
“Mm God damn.. just listen to that pussy.. shit so fucking wet.. make a mess for me baby.” As if your body reacts to his words as soon as he pushes in, your pussy sprays against his pelvis.
“Fuck! Good girl..give me more baby..” He grunts desperately as he keeps fucking you. Every time he pulls out a bit just to slide back in, you squirt, liquid spraying out in short sections and he let’s go of your ankles, your legs wrapping around him as his body hovers over yours again his lips going at your neck before moving to your lips. His lips catch your moans and his hand comes up to grip your jaw as he fucks you hard, his lips moving back to your ear as his breath brushes past your skin, sending chills down your spine.
“Fuck.. this my pussy ain’t it, baby?” He hisses into your ear before lifting his head to look into your eyes, your eyes looking up into his, pleasure taking over your mind, so much so that you can’t seem to form words.
“Ohh that’s no good, mama. You better answer me, or I’ll stop..” His threat seems to snap you out of it enough to let out a pathetic and needy reply.“Y-yes.. mmm fuck.. it.. it’s yours daddy..”
“Good girl, get back on your hands and knees, baby.” His voice comes out barely above a whisper as he backs away, watching you get back on your hands and knees.
“Give me your hands.” He commands and you lower your upper body down to the bed, putting your hands behind your back, arms crossing at your wrists and he holds them in place with one hand and wastes no time thrusting back in.
“Fuck, Reiner!” You cry out, cheek pressed into the mattress.
“Mmmm fuck..” He grunts as he pumps into you roughly, heavy dick stretching your walls, bruising your cervix as that fat ass bounces off his pelvis and his hand comes down hard, spanking you.
“Fuck!” You cry out tears pricking at your eyes as it hurts so damn bad but feels so good, your walls clenching around his dick every time he spanks you and you hear a laugh come from him as he fucks you roughly, large hand squeezing your wrists against your lower back.
“Are you crying?? This what you wanted ain’t it.. “but, it’s my birthday”.. ain’t that what you said when you bent over like a little slut, cum dripping outta this pussy begging me to fuck you?” He growls as his hand comes back down on your ass causing you to bury your face in the pillow to muffle the loud moan you let out and he grabs onto your forearms pulling your arms back causing your upper body to lift a little, back arching as he keeps fucking you.
“Fuck.. don’t fucking do that.. let me hear you..” He grunts pounding into you and you cry out with every thrust, tears streaming down your cheeks.
“Answer me, this is what you wanted, ain’t it? You wanted me to beat this pussy up.. anything for the birthday girl, huh?”
“Mmm fuck! Fuck daddy! Yes!” You cry out, saliva dripping from those full lips, tears falling from your eyes to the mattress as your head hangs down, his grip holding you up.
“That’s right.. mm fuck, arch that back for me baby. God you’re so fucking loud.” He grunts through gritted teeth, pussy squirting against his thighs again as your breathing starts to sound like you’re just sucking in short, quick breaths, desperate for air and he let’s go of your arms after lowering you back to the bed slowly.
“Mm breathe, baby.” He coos lovingly like he wasn’t just pounding your shit, his hand caressing your back as his movements slow down and he plants his hands on your ass, thumbs spreading you open as he watches his dick slowly slide in and out of your soaked, messy pussy.
“My God.. swear I could stay in this pussy forever.. shit feels so fucking good.” He moans, voice sounding softer than usual.
“Mm it’s too much, daddy.” You whine, hands gripping the pillow above your head as you try to move away from him, and he smirks, grabbing your hips tight, slamming you back onto his dick.
“Uh uh, where you going, mama?” He says with a teasing smirk on his lips as he pounds into you once more.“You asked for it so just be a good lil slut and take it. Let me nut in this pussy.. Fill you up.. Gotta make sure we get that baby in you, right?” You nod eagerly at his words, unable to speak anymore, cries, whines, and pathetic moans the only sounds coming from you as he fucks you.
“Ohh fuck.. fuuckk.. fuck.. I’m bout to cum..” He groans out desperately, seeing your hands come back to grab your ass, spreading yourself for him while he shoots yet another load of cum into your pussy, pumping in and out of you as it paints your walls before he pulls out slowly, turning you to your back and pushing your knees apart, spreading your legs as he looks at the cum leaking out of your pussy. He runs his fingers up, collecting it only to shove it back in your pussy before pulling his fingers out, cum covering his fingers. He moves over your body again, your tired, pleasured gaze looking up at him as he brings his cum-covered fingers to your lips, tongue coming out of your mouth before you suck them into your mouth, cleaning them off. He smirks as you hold eye contact.
“God.. I love it when you look at me like that.. Happy Birthday, princess.” He says softly, pressing a kiss to your cheek before laying his forehead against yours as you suck his fingers.
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word count: 725 [ 2 min 40 sec read] | ✪ content warnings: smut, kitchen sex, blue collar men :/ but a good one, p in v sex in general, fingering.. uhhh
bluecollar!reiner x black!reader / constructionworker!reiner x black!reader
✭ you and your blonde-headed personal bob the builder
bluecollar!reiner who does construction and pools.
bluecollar!reiner who sleeps like a LOG. like, has rolled over ontop of you on multiple instances and it’s taken having to literally slap him to wake him up.
bluecollar!reiner who absolutely throws down at cookouts and get togethers, you and your friends and family are just so good in the kitchen and babyboy needs to EAT.
bluecollar!reiner who works so hard because his favorite view of you is on a beach, or poolside at a fancy resort taking his cock in a risky, barely covered blind spot.
bluecollar!reiner who, 8/10 times cannot sleep without your manicured fingers scrubbing at his scalp or smooth palms scanning over his body and rubbing soothing circles.
bluecollar!reiner who sometimes brings you small bouquets if the landscape of the construction site he’s on has some pretty ones for the taking.
bluecollar!reiner who saved the petals from those flowers and proposed to you surrounded by them.
bluecollar!reiner who walks so hard for literally no reason. :/ like, he comes home late after pushing through the end of his customers pool build and i stg you think the rapture is occurring. it took you a few months of dating to get used to the fe-fi-fo-fum ass walking he does but even sometimes he still manages to wake you up.
reiner finally emerges in the bedroom after putting away his lunch box and heavy work boots to see his poor poor fiancé glaring at him from underneath a pillow.
“i woke ya’ didn’t i?”
“yes mister braun. you did.😐”
bluecollar!reiner who does that thing in the gym where he uses you as a weight for his pull ups sometimes. your lock screen is a photo of you smiling as reiner is doing a pull-up and you can see his abs on full display overhead.
bluecollar!reiner who looks forward to the massages you give him every night, working out the knots in his shoulder blades, soothing the aches in his biceps..
bluecollar!reiner who thanks you for the massages by doing you one better:
the plat plat plat of his dick sliding in and out of you resonates through the room, and your back is arching off the wall. reiner was supposed to be carrying you back to bed after a show and a massage on the couch, but here you are only halfway down the hall and coating his dick in cream.
“please please kiss me” you plead, feeling the knot in your stomach tighten and swell.
he huffs a little and between your deep kisses you can feel the stubble of his beard.
“reiiiii ‘m gonna cummmm” you whine, looking at him with that hazy glint in your eyes as you release on him.
“good girl, so so good for me doll.”
bluecollar!reiner who’s socials are empty besides a few photos of you or you and him and MAYBE a selfie.
bluecollar!reiner who you send video rants to throughout the day to keep him company while he works. he responds with videos of his own if he can.
you open the video reiner sent twenty minutes ago.
he’s propped his phone up on the back of his truck, his work shirt is absolutely covered in wet cement so as he’s responding to whatever you said in your previous video, he’s taking off his shirt and putting on a new one.
“.. oh yeah and lunch was amazing. not burnt or overcooked. thank you princess.”
his video ends after a quick wink and pop of his gum. meanwhile, you’re thinking about the way reiner was far from concerned about his lunch while you were trying to make it. he had you bent over the counter, knuckle deep in your cunt and tongue circling your clit. reiner wasn’t focused on anything besides the way your wetness was dripping down his arm, but you’re busy struggling to keep tell him about the food on the stove.
“r-rei baby.. i have- fuck.. i have your lunch for t-tomorrow- ah.. on the stoveee.”
“uh-huh.. god this pussy is so fucking delicious.” he says, only coming up for air for a brief second and continuing to ravage you.
bluecollar!reiner who has a photo of you on the dashboard of his work truck.
bluecollar!reiner who loves letting you ride him slow while he talks over the plans and spreadsheets for the next big project he has.
bluecollar!reiner who loves you to the moon and back and will build anything for you.
➼ warnings/tags: mechanic!singledad!eddie x fem!reader, i don’t really think there are any warnings for this, let me know if i’m wrong
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➼ notes: please let me know if you like this kind of content, wasn't sure i wanted to keep writing if no one would enjoy it | luveline’s drabble that made me realize i needed a singledad!eddie of my own
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It’s 5:00 PM, Eddie’s favorite time of the day. It means it’s time for him to clock out and leave the shop, but moreover, it means he’s only thirteen short minutes away from Maeve’s smiley face and her little sticky fingers.
The days only seem to be getting longer, customers more miserable as the summer comes to an end. Some days the only smile Eddie receives is from his toddler and he happily, excitedly even, basks in it. It’s the only smile he’ll need for the rest of his life.
There is one additional upside to 5:13 PM; you.
He gets to see you. He gets to talk to you for two whole uninterrupted (mild use) minutes. The topic of conversation is always the same, but his favorite nonetheless; his daughter.
Eddie pushes through the double doors of the daycare center and scrunches his nose at the thick smudge of brown oil he leaves on the formally pristine glass. He washed his hands but sometimes he can be a little careless. He finds the offending finger and wipes it down the thigh of his coveralls as he drifts down the long corridor. He’s only sporting half of his coveralls, he’s unzipped from the torso, the sleeves tied around his waist to keep them up, his washed out and tattered Dio shirt on display for the staff to gawk at.
Eddie glances behind himself to make sure his boots aren’t tracking in any additional sludge from the shop. Being reprimanded once by the facility manager, Michelle, was more than enough for him to assure it doesn’t happen again. Or at the very least, spot and clean his mess before anyone else does.
Maeve is almost always glued to you at pick-up time. So when Eddie slips through the door and into the room he scans for the messy bun that you’re partial to by the end of the day. He’d obviously scan for Maeve, it’s just that she’s so small and gets lost behind the cubbies and masses of toys. Plus, to Eddie’s dismay, she’s still not walking and tends to be firmly planted on her tush, further concealing her from view.
She’s already fourteen months, shouldn’t she be walking? The books say she should be walking.
You’re standing today, which makes finding you much easier. And as expected, his Maeve is sitting cheerfully on your hip, little hands fisting your work polo.
“Miss. Y/N, I think you can put Maeve down. She’s stopped crying,” Dawn suggests with a furrowed, judgmental brow.
Dawn isn’t wrong, Maeve has stopped crying. She stopped crying the moment you picked her up, which only means that on her way back down the waterworks will start all over again. Maeve’s already snug on your hip, has been going on ten minutes now; she sees the other kids going home and she’s antsy for her daddy — she put two and two together long ago. She’s one of the smartest cookies in your little daycare jar.
Do you favor Maeve from the class? Sure. Yes. Miss. Dawn knows it, you know it. You wouldn’t be carrying little Penny around for ten minutes during the chaos of pick-up — Penny is not nearly as docile, sweet, or (regrettably) as cute as Maeve.
Penny’s dad isn’t as sweet or cute as Maeve’s either. Seeing Eddie at pick-up is a highlight every day for you. And you’ll be damned to let Miss. Dawn get her grubby fingers on Maeve before you get the chance.
You don’t know it, but Eddie agrees. He also doesn’t want Miss. Dawn getting her grubby fingers on Maeve before you. Those pick-ups are short; Miss. Dawn doesn’t give Eddie the details of Maeve’s day like you do. Not the way he craves.
So, it’s best to keep the baby close come 5:00 PM.
You start turning to tell Dawn that you’re perfectly capable of doing your job with a toddler on your hip, it’s kind of the whole reason you were hired; multitasking as a sport, and all. But your attention is averted — most days you can smell him before you see him, today is one of them.
With your back turned, assisting little Anthony with some crayons, you smell the lingering scents of motor oil and gasoline, and you can’t smell it from here, but you know when you pass Maeve off, you’ll smell the cucumber of his shampoo and the cigarettes beneath it all. And maybe none of that should be attractive, but you reckon Eddie could make anything a desirable scent if he wore it enough.
You know he’s there and you gasp excitedly purely for Maeve’s amusement, “Maevie, look who’s here!” With your hand lightly cupping her head to steady, you swing Maeve around to shift her attention onto her father whose dimples are already cranked tight in the widest smile you’ve seen to date.
Eddie’s smile is so pretty that you flush every. single. time — and the smile isn’t even for you. It beams right into Maeve like the damn sun and she’s the world.
“Mae, is that daddy?” You ask with extra encouragement on the daddy.
Maeve’s doe-eyes grow impossibly round and she lets loose a shrill shriek of wholesome love, “Da-dy!” If there were glass in the room you swear it would have cracked from the wave of her piercing octave.
“Hi, Maevie-baby!” Eddie sing-songs, leaning over the desk like he can’t get close enough fast enough.
Maevie giggles sweetly, bouncing against your hip, her delicate curls rebounding against her cheeks. Her arms reach reach reach out for Eddie from across the room, twisting in your hold so much she kicks both legs out in front of herself. You have to quickly pull your knee up so her butt drops onto the top of your thigh rather than down to the floor.
“Whoops, Mae, careful,” you chide, taking a deep breath as you hike her back up onto your hip. You smile wearily at Eddie as you cross the room to him. He chuckles, smiling in response to the worry knit between your brows.
“She’s quick to squirm, isn’t she?” He says it like he’s proud, leaning an elbow onto the sign-out desk. “Like a sssnake,” he says gleefully to Maeve who squeals and shakes her head like she’s agreeing.
“Sake, sake,” she twitters happily.
Maeve knows six words, Daddy, No, Hi, Bye, Juice, and Snake (still working on that one, the N after the S is not so easy). No is her favorite, Juice a close second.
Eddie meets you at the closed child gate and you pass her over the barrier to him, Maeve practically leaps, her little foot kicking-off of your hip. Her arms lock around Eddie’s neck in a vice and he hisses through a smile as her razor fingernails dig into the skin at his neck. Eddie needles a few fingers under her tiny hands to loosen her assault.
The look is all too familiar and it makes you chuckle as you both meet back at the desk.
“I was going to trim her nails for you,” you admit shyly. It’s not part of your job but it’s something you do periodically for Eddie. After an unfortunate scratching incident at home and a bashful confession of how scared he is to do it himself – fearful he’ll hurt her – you offered to do it for him. “But I wanted to ask you first.”
Eddie sweeps the wayward curls from Maeve’s face so he can press a wet kiss to her rosy chubby cheek. She’s not so willing to return the affection today, happier to keep her face planted in the juncture of his neck. He can feel her drool pooling into the collar of his tee shirt already, hear her heavy mouth-breathing in his ear.
“Please, you can do it whenever you think she needs it. I— she won’t sit still for me—,”
“I know,” you placate softly, he doesn’t need to confess again. And Eddie’s grateful for it — he’s embarrassed every time he has to admit he can’t do something for his daughter. As if he needs to give more people, more reason, to doubt him. “I’ll do it tomorrow,” you tell him. “Okay, Maevie?” You reach across the desk to pinch her little socked toes. She wiggles in Eddie’s arm, but stays put, face hidden.
One of these days you’ll tell him that you just cut them while she’s sleeping. But right now, there’s a certain look of affection Eddie gives you when he picks her up with trimmed nails and you’d really like to keep receiving it.
“Thank you,” Eddie sighs admiringly. “How was your day- her day- the day? How was the day?” Fucking hell, Munson. He doesn’t really have the energy to be embarrassed, he is though. Keeping his eyes down as he turns the clipboard around to scribble his name next to Maeve’s.
You’re of course left wondering if he’d actually been curious about how your day had been or was it just a slip of the tongue?
You hop onto the stool without melting your brain over it. After a quick glance behind yourself to make sure Miss. Dawn isn’t drowning in toddlers, you take the clipboard back to initial.
“She was great! We played with blocks, read a few stories, Red Fish, Blue Fish three times,” you both laugh, it’s her favorite. “She ate her lunch without a fuss, took a short nap…”
Eddie nods along as you continue, always excited to hear about her day. Always happy to listen to you tell him about her day. Equally happy when Maeve’s knackered enough to doze right away so that he can have these few minutes uninterrupted to chat with you. Though, he’s never quite mustered the courage to say the things he really wants to — You’re really beautiful. This is my favorite part of every day. I love that my daughter loves you. Can I take you for a cup of coffee? Are you into single dad mechanics with a ton of emotional baggage and very little money?
“… she still hasn’t taken any steps, but I think we’re getting close,” you continue. “She pulled herself up with the blocks table this afternoon, she let go and wobbled a little bit. She just doesn’t want to take that first step yet, y’know?” Eddie’s already expressed to you that he doesn’t mind missing her first step, he just wants her to take it – desperately.
He’s desperate to make sure his daughter never falls behind. Desperate, already, to make sure that she’s better than him in every way. And if he can’t even teach her to walk what else is he going to fuck up down the road?
You deliver the same news to him every day. And every day he adorns the same look of defeat.
“She’s not behind, you know,” you assure Eddie with sympathetic eyes. His hand lightly pats Maevie’s back before turning it into a slow rub. His fingers splay wide, his hand covering the entire width of her. His eyes roam behind you, no doubt looking at the other toddlers wobble about on their feet. “Some babies don’t walk until they’re twenty months, sometimes even older. Maevie makes progress every day.”
“I know, I know…” He looks back to you and smiles, it’s a little forced and it doesn’t quite reach his eyes. Maeve’s arms go limp around his neck and she gets heavier in Eddie’s hold, he shifts his weight to one side.
“I think fifteen will be her month,” you proclaim with a smile. Eddie appreciates it more than you know, but you said that about fourteen so he won’t hold his breath.
“She’s tired, huh?” He says it to you, but he’s really just talking to himself as Maeve’s little unconscious twenty-two pound body starts to pull him down. He shifts again to hike her up, her head slides from his neck, folding against his chest, her fine curls shield the fluorescents from her shut eyes.
“Never more comfortable than when she’s in Daddy’s arms,” you say – Eddie thinks – syrupy sweet. His eyes finally shift from disappointment to glittering. It’s like looking into Maeve’s, just more intense, bigger and brighter. He smiles, almost as wide as he did when he got here.
It’s now, in the silence after your praise, where the question is on the tip of his tongue. He’s about to ask it, his lips are parting to speak and your endearing gaze is only aiding in his confidence.
“Would you-,” the door flies open behind him with a loud crack against the wall. Eddie instinctively curls Maeve into his body, his free hand pushing her into his chest protectively as he turns towards the sound. Maeve flinches awake in his arms, a whine bubbling in her gut from the startling sound. Eddie immediately starts to soothe her with soft hushes and a bounce.
“Miss. Y/N, Mrs. Codelle says she’s going to be late for pick-up. Shooting for 6:30. You’re okay to stay the extra half, yes?” Michelle’s eyes flick to Eddie’s. “Oh, Mr. Munson, thought you were here. You left your mark on the front door again,” she says a bit passive-aggressively if Eddie does say so himself. He holds back the eye roll, Maeve lifts her head finally, a frown tugging at the corner of her mouth. Eddie could kick Michelle for three reasons she’s only given him in the last thirty seconds.
“Sorry, Michelle. I’ll wipe it up on my way out.”
“No need,” she huffs. “Already done.” Her eyes switch back to you. “I’m going to tell Mrs. Codelle that 6:30 is fine.”
“Yes, ma’am,” you agree quickly. Not that she would have really given you a choice regardless.
“And if you would help Miss. Dawn,” she nods behind you, “looks like she’s drowning in toddlers.”
And she is. With two on either hip, one clutched to her leg as she attempts to explain to Anthony that he needs to share his crayons. You hop off the stool as Michelle’s stare holds firm without falter.
You steal a glance to Eddie who shoots you a sympathetic smile even though Maeve is about to erupt like a volcano of emotion in his arms. He can feel her small body tense, and the hiccup that pregames the cry. He hurriedly bids both you and Michelle goodbye and scrambles out into the parking lot before the entire facility can hear Maeve let him have it.
And she does, the moment he steps out of the building. A cry, a shriek so loud that Eddie winces. Her tiny hand slaps repeatedly at his face, the other tangles and pulls at his hair. Eddie grabs the wrist of the hand bombarding his face, holding it down against his chest.
“I know, baby. That Michelle woke you up. A real bitch that one.”
Eddie thinks Maeve agrees by the howl that leaves her next. He tries to ignore it, she’s just tired. He knows once the car starts moving she’ll calm down but getting her into the car-seat is something of its own entirely.
With all four limbs kicking and tears soaking into her yellow dress, Eddie begs Maeve to relax as he pulls her arms gingerly through their straps.
“Maevie, please, baby. We’re about to go home. Home. You like home. I’ll get you juice and your snake. Daddy will get you juice and your snake. Ice cream … Grandpa … Fraggle Rock, more juice?” He doesn’t know what he’s saying, he will in fact give her juice and her pink plushie snake when they get home, but really he’s just repeating words he knows she understands. It doesn’t work the way he hoped it would.
Eddie manages to click the final buckle of her seat without injury to the toddler, but Maeve’s got a grip in his hair that she tugs and tugs with every scream that rattles through her. Eddie finds himself stuck with his forehead pressed to her hot temple, willing the impending headache to stay at bay, thinking about the cigarette he’ll get to have as soon as she goes to bed … in four hours.
He thinks that maybe he’ll just pick up a pizza on the way home. If he ever gets there.
“Uh-oh, Mae. You got daddy in that vice grip, huh?”
Eddie recognizes your voice immediately and somehow that headache seems far away.
Even though it’s a struggle in this position, Maeve and Eddie lock eyes and her crying comes to a halt. They both share a curious gaze and he feels the tension release from his hair.
“Da-dy,” Maeve whispers with a sticky tongue.
“Daddy,” Eddie agrees. He leans up slowly and Maeve’s fingers slide with ease from his curls, he sighs with relief.
“Sorry to interrupt,” you say.
“No, no,” Eddie says a little too urgently, scratching at the part of his scalp Maeve wanted to rip off. He wipes his palm down Maeve’s tear stained cheeks, maybe a little too roughly, she scrunches her nose and pulls away. Eddie plasters on his best smile before turning around. “We were just at the tail end of our disagreement, isn’t that right Mae?”
Maeve babbles.
Eddie’s eyes fall to the large black back slung over your shoulder and he leaps into action.
“Shit, I’m so sorry!” He apologizes as he takes the strap of his heavy diaper bag in his fist and off of your shoulder “Thank you.” He slides the forgotten bag onto the floor beneath Maeve’s dangling feet.
“No problem. I uh, I put her shoes in there. She doesn’t really like them.”
“Destined to crawl forever,” Eddie quips.
“Right across that graduation stage,” you joke, it’s followed by a wince. Your brows furrow with embarrassment, your lips curling awkwardly over your teeth. You know how sensitive Eddie is about her walking, it was a lapse in judgement on your part and the toe of your sneaker hits the heel of your other.
But for as guilty as you feel, Eddie doesn’t seem to mind the joke. Nodding with one of his impressive smiles.
“As long as she graduates, right?”
“For sure,” you laugh lightly.
“Da-dy, da-dy, da-dy!” Maeve sings from the car, followed by more incoherent chattering. You both look to her happily swaying in her seat, legs kicking about. She’s not particularly impressed to see you, but it’s only been a few minutes, tomorrow morning she’ll be excited again.
“Maevie, Maevie, Maevie,” Eddie sings backs. “Wanna say bye-bye to Miss. Y/N?”
Maevie cranes her body forward despite the resistance of her straps, or in spite of them, probably the latter. She shakes her head to rid her face of her unruly curls but she only makes it worse. Eddie extends a helping hand, tucking what hair will fit behind her tiny ear.
“Bye-bye, Maeve. I’ll see you tomorrow,” baby-talk should be a skill listed on your resume. You wave to her and she kicks her feet a little higher.
“Bye!” Maeve squeals.
“Bye!” You repeat with half the enthusiasm she had.
“Watch your fingers, baby,” Eddie says as he watches her fingers for her; she doesn’t know what the hell he’s saying. He shuts the car door and leans his back against it.
“Well, you two have a good night. I’ll see you at drop-off,” you say as you take a few steps back towards the building. Part of you wants to say more, but what?
You don’t have to decide.
“Hey…” Eddie starts as he pushes himself off of the car, you stop moving. His heart is starting to thump, he’s not as silver-tongued as he was two years ago. His hand finds its way to massage the back of his neck, and when you tilt your head his breath hitches in his throat.
“Yeah?”
“Are you free—.” Nope, try again. “Would you be interested in maybe getting a cup of coffee or-or d-dinner,” he stumbles, “some time? Or breakfast? Ice cream? Lunch? iHop? Maeve loves iHop,” he slams his eyes shut. He’s sure you don’t want smiley face pancakes. He’s meant to be suggesting things a grown woman would like, not a toddler. “I’m sorry,” he shakes his head clear, eyes reopening on yours and they’re shining. There’s a kink of a smirk on the corner of your mouth that makes him stutter again. “Or-or literally anywhere you’re interested — please feel free to save me from myself at anytime,” he pleads, a laugh bubbling from his chest. His cheeks turn even pinker and he’s letting his hair conceal his embarrassment.
Your smile only grows. “I like iHop, too.”
A wave of relief washes over Eddie cleansing him of his flushed face. He straightens up, a little shocked. He hadn’t really thought of your response, he just knew he had to ask you or what-ifs would eat him alive.
“You— okay,” he breathes through a smile, the hand on his neck wringing it to the point of pain. “Saturday?”
“Saturday’s perfect,” you nod.
“Perfect,” Eddie repeats.
“Perfect,” it’s a cross of mockery and a lame attempt at flirting. “See you at drop-off,” you say as you turn around and head for the building. “Goodnight, Eddie.”
“Goodnight,” he calls.
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“We got a date with Miss. Y/N, Maeve. What do you think about that, hm? Your dad’s still got it,” he boasters, taking a swig of his root beer.
Maeve ignores him entirely, favoring the pizza in front of her instead. Her little ponytail sways as she bobs happily.
Whatever IT is, Eddie probably doesn’t really still have it. But you said yes, so, that’s gotta count for something.
“You’re gonna be good for daddy, right? When we go to iHop?”
“Hop,” Maeve says, cheese pressed between her perfect baby teeth.
“i-Hop,” he encourages.
“Hop,” she says again as she gnaws on another square of pizza, it’s fucking cute and he watches with nothing short of admiration.
Maeve’s calf eyes unintentionally land on his devoted gaze and she stops chewing. And like she’s the sun incarnate, Maeve’s smile opens up, beaming Eddie’s very own twinkling smile back at him.
With her dimples filled with marinara sauce and crumbs peppering her lips, he feels an ache in his chest that was always meant just for her.
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Eddie keeps begging Robin to introduce him to her friend. She’s always on the go. It’s like every time Eddie blinks, she’s disappeared again. It’s gotten to the point where Eddie has skipped multiple class periods just to try to figure out your schedule.
Today, he’s ended up at a different lunch period to plead with Robin. He was running out of options. He isn’t the easiest person to blend in. Pretty soon somebody would catch up to his shenanigans.
After weeks and weeks of begging Robin finally humors Eddie. “You wouldn’t like her. She’s uhhh weird. Not your type” she said while picking at her lunch.
Eddie motions to himself “have you seen me? I’m like the weirdest mother fucker in this whole building. Come on! You got a crush on her? Is that the reason why? I mean I respect bro-code but you’re not exactly a bro-“
“Eddie look. (Y/n) is the sweetest person I know. She’s strong and smells really good- BUT anyways no I don’t have a crush on her. I just don’t want to see my precious (y/n) hurt.” She responds, scooping mashed potatoes in her mouth.
He was taken aback. “Ok. I’ll back off. I understand what it means to have a special person you want to protect-“ Eddie stopped speaking when he felt a tap on his shoulder.
“Are you sitting here?” Asked the small voice.
Eddie looked down at himself and noticed the knee he had propped on the bench was taking up way too much space. He then looked behind him.
It was none other then yourself. The beams of light from the cafeteria haloed around you. You looked to angelic. For a split second time stopped. Eddie’s world was complete.
“I’ll find another seat” you smiled.
Eddie grabbed your lunch tray and placed it on the table. He grabbed a hold of your hands. He noted in his mind how small your hands felt incased his.
“No. By all means. The seat it yours.” He smiled so wide. He placed his hand behind your back and sat you on the bench gently.
You looked at Robbin confused. “He your friend?”
Robbin sighed. “What happened to ‘protecting your loved ones, Munson’!?”
Without breaking eye contact with you Eddie said “fuck the bro-code Robin.”
poor little yandere armin getting his hands on u for the first time. this little blond boy has been following u everywhere for the past 4 months. every time u went out, u could see him hiding everywhere. and after those 4 months, u finally decided to comfort him about it. what u didn't expect was him pawing at your skirt the second he's close enough. and here he is with his cock deep inside of your cunt and sounding like a good boy!!
Reiners s/o and his toddler giving him a sweet Father’s Day present (and secretly buying lingerie) and at night you give him a special “gift”
Suppper late on this buuuut
Helping your kid make a homemade card for Reiner and surprising him for when he gets home :”)
Picking out lingerie in his favorite color 💕 he sits at the edge of the bed and just looks at you for a few minutes. He doesn’t want to ruin you’re pretty new panties but he fights every urge not to rip you out of them. He takes his time at delicately unwrapping your and savoring the sight.
unpopular opinion but eren and jean fighting over yn's gorilla gripper. 😍😍😍
like, all three of them are in a relationship and when they're all drunk jean and eren fight over who fucks her better by fucking her in turns to see who makes her cum quicker and the winner gets to keep her.😫😫😫
No bc the idea of Jean and Eren fighting over what hole they want to use?? It always ends in you having to take both of them at the same time. Wether that’s one in your mouth while your pounded from behind, or taking one in your ass and one in your pussy, you’re being absolutely used. And the whole time they’re still bickering about who’s fucking you better. 💕
♡♡♡ im just imagining reiner getting drunk after a night out and coming back home to his yn, convincing them that he isn't drunk but it all changes when youre both in bed. he fucks you like its the last time he's gonna see you, with you being split on his 9 inches and having a VERY long night ahead full of orgasms and baby trapping ♡♡♡
Ok but Reiner drunkenly pounding into you while you’re trying not to scream underneath him, he leans down into your ear and says how much he loves you and your tight pussy 🥵
“excuse me, sir,” you stifle a giggle as you enter the shop, making draken roll his eyes. “i seem to have lost my way. would you be so kind as to give me a lift home?” you motion at his bike, and he fights back the small grin that threatens to tugs at his lips.
it’s getting dark, and draken has half a mind to scold you for showing up to his shop all by yourself, but he can’t really find it in him when a small little giggle escapes you as you hide your smile behind your hand.
“that’ll cost you for my services,” he shoots back, packing up his tools as he gets ready to close for the night.
the bike shop’s been busier as of late. and it’s a good thing, really—it’s not as slow as it once was, not a small worry in the back of his mind that things won’t end up working out. it means he doesn’t have to live in the storage room of the brothel anymore, means he can get a place with you now—however rundown and small it may be.
but it also means less time with draken, means later nights of him tinkering away and working on messed up engines and faulty brakes. so you decide to squeeze in a few extra moments where you can.
“how’s your favorite for dinner sound? that should cover my total,” you hum, arms looping around his neck. a low chuckle rumbles through his chest before his hands find your hips. he presses a chaste kiss to your forehead, longer than it needs to be, longer than he tells himself—but he can’t really pull away once the warmth of your skin hits his.
“we only take cash or credit, i’m afraid,” he teases. you pout, swatting his chest playfully as you huff.
“you’ll never grow a business that way,” you argue, “there’s lots of potential regular customers you’ll be missing out on.”
“that so?” he raises a brow, sighing softly as you press a few kisses along his jaw, stopping just as you reach below his ear. he closes his eyes, lets the soft pad of your finger as it traces his cheek soothe the long day’s ache in his muscles.
“yeah. i think you should add kisses to the list of payment methods. you’d be rich if i was your customer.”
“well, too bad for you, i gotta split the profit with inupi. he’s not gettin’ none of those,” he flicks your forehead, one arm curling around your body and pulling you closer against his chest.
“i’ll give them to you as a tip, then,” you offer.
“kay, tip me then,” he taps his cheek with his finger. you lean in to press a peck to his face—and then you pull away just before your lips touch his skin.
he scowls, hand cupping the back of your neck to keep you from pulling away any further.
“nuh uh, you gotta pay me for my services,” he grunts, “where do ya think you’re goin’?”
“i don’t know if you’ve noticed,” and now it’s your turn to flick his forehead, laughing as his lips form a frown—and really, it’s more is a slight pout, but he’ll never admit it, “but we’re not at home yet. you’ve gotta give me a lift first.”
“you bring a helmet?” he purses his lips. you glower at him as you shake your head.
“no,” you mumble. he grunts unhappily. “but that’s not fair,” you whine, “you ride a bike without a helmet all the time, kenny.”
“and that’s no reason why you shouldn’t,” he says firmly, grabbing your hand and pulling you to follow him out the door so he can close the shop. “lucky for you, i got an extra just in case.”
his palm is callused and rough against your soft one, and for a moment he wonders how someone as hard and sharp as him can fit with someone as gentle and delicate as you—but he supposes your fingers entwine perfectly, and your hand fits in his like a glove.
and then you squeeze, and he squeezes back, and it doesn’t really matter anymore.
“you’re no fun, kenny,” you grumble, lips curled into that soft pout of yours—the one that almost, almost makes him reconsider.
but then he remembers things he really doesn’t want to, and his hand tightens around yours the tightest it ever has—you glance at him in concern, and he loosens his grip just a little.
“you still look cute in a helmet, baby,” he assures as he shoots you a tight-lipped smile, one that really doesn’t reach his eyes. and you understand, just like you always have, so you stop him in his tracks and cup his cheeks before pressing a few tender kisses across his face, stopping just above his lips.
“do i look the cutest ever?”
“the cutest ever,” he agrees, snorting as he shakes his head in amusement. the tension leaves his shoulders as you smile softly—and then your lips touch, and your arms find his neck as his find your hips, and everything’s fine again.
and he lets himself hold onto a little faith that it always will be.
“fine, i’ll wear one,” you mumble against his mouth, “but consider this your tip paid in advance.”
