thinking about short top x tall bottom relationships
your partner’s friends believe that just because you were two feet shorter than him: that it would obviously mean that you would be the one taking it in the relationship. how could you blame those meatheads when your boyfriend was everything a stereotypical dominant man was “supposed” to be. muscles that could be compared to Greek gods, good looks, possessing a constant stern and confident attitude, and he had a successful career that made him good money.
your lover didn’t try to deny the accusations. probably too embarrassed to admit the truth. you had to hide your smirk when you saw your bf trying desperately to change the subject. looking tense and flustered as his gaze shifted from his hands to you to his friends. it wasn’t until you dropped his friends off and were now alone with him in your car that his mask finally cracked. before he could say a word, you place the palm of your hand on top of his shaking leg. dangerously close to his clothed pelvis. his breathe hitched when he meet your eyes. they were smug and hungry.
at that moment he knew it didn’t matter what excuses he spewed out. you were going to show him who was really in charge. he couldn’t help blood rushing south as his mind started fantasizing about what you were planning for him.
you grin devilishly when you catch sight of his cock straining against his dress pants. oh you were going to have so much fun breaking him.
. . . . . . . . . . . .
“oh! oh yeah— fuck! faster please please!”
you’ve seen many beautiful things in your life. but the sight of your lover presenting his bare ass for you to rail as he sobbed out your name like a prayer definitely topped them all. he let out choked moans when your cock continuously hits his prostate. his grip on the pillows rival that of a vice as his tears wet the covers. he thrusts back against your cock to the best of his ability as the bruising grip you had on his waist prevented him from moving the lower half of his body. forcing him to stay still and take it.
you let out a shaky breath as you gazed down at the so called ‘master in the sheets’. now a pathetic, beautiful mess as his tight hole took you in. just the sight of his tear stained face and velvety ass was enough to almost make you spill inside him. you increase the pace of your hips. your sweat slicked balls slapping against your lover’s ass as the volume of his moans and cries increased. the clap of your bf’s ass meeting your pelvis filled you with pride as you couldn’t resist the temptation of slapping his cheek. his hole tightened significantly around you.
“haha. guess your friends were wrong about you, lovely. was this what you wanted? embarres me so i can show you who you really belonged to? hmm?” you lower your torso as you teased him by slowly grinding against his sweet spot. he raised his head to look up at you.
“i’m yours. always make me feel good. go faster again please. i’m close, ‘m sorry— ah!”
your pace returns to rough and quick as soon as the words left his pretty mouth. “good boy- hah- cum for me,” you breathlessly command him. he followed your orders instantly, biting his pillow cover to muffle his pathetic sob as his cock spilled white on the sheets.
his climax triggered yours, you sigh as you fill him with warmth. you knew that this wasn’t going to be the last round, so you rest on top of your lover’s back until he gave you the ‘okay’ to continue. you could feel his chest rise and fall as he tries to catch his breath. if you weren’t paying attention intensely, you would’ve missed the breathless “i love you” he told you.
you cover his sweat coated back in soft kisses, you couldn’t even reach his neck, “i love you too, gorgeous,” you whisper back. you bite back a groan when he started grinding against your cock, signaling that he was ready for round two.
reiner in a bunny costume !
cw: f!Reader (reader has a bush); sub! Reiner; petnames (bunny, good boy); body worship; dry humping; praise kink
a/n: enjoy this easter special! It's a little late cus this day was a nightmare :( send me good vibes ^^
Reiner looked at the costume laid out on the bed and swallowed dryly. He would be lying if he said that his heart wasn't beating wildly with nervousness - and arousal.
Grabbing the fabric he disappeared into the bathroom. He pulled the black fishnet tights over his muscular thighs, his hands trembling slightly. There was no reason for him to be as nervous as he was, and yet...
He could hear you humming through the door, the thought of the near future making his dick grow semi hard.
He stepped into the black costume, pulling it over his body - surprised at the tightness. At last he pulled the straps over his shoulders and placed the bunny ears on his head.
The blond of his hair was a beautiful contrast to the black of his headpiece and after collecting himself Reiner was ready to step out of the bathroom.
When you laid eyes on him you really wanted to fall to your knees. Seeing Reiners usual confident demeanor being replaced by something akin to embarrassment was beyond delicious. The way his muscles threatened to spill out of the bunny costume and the way his shoulders were rounded forward in a futile attempt to hide his cleavage made you bite your lip.
"Come closer bunny", you coo at him.
Your words laced with a sickly sweetness manage to pull Reiner closer towards you but being on the receiving end of your undivided attention made him want to shrink up - and simultaneously made the fabric around his groin grow tighter.
As soon as he was in arms reach you let your hands glide over his arms, down his sides and along his upper thighs. Reiner really couldn't handle this - a shiver ripped through his body.
So then you did the obvious and turned your kind hearted and at times too stoic boyfriend into a blushing and whimpering mess.
Reiners body was pressed against the headboard, breathy sounds falling from his mouth like drops of honey. His eyes were pressed shut, as you whispered in his ear.
"Are you going to be good for me?"
All Reiner was able to do was nod and swallow, which you answered with a chuckle. You started off by pressing slow and sensual kisses to his neck which turned to open mouthed ones. You could already feel his dick straining against the black fabric even before you saw him fall apart.
A symphony of moans fell from Reiners lips as you brushed over his nipples, at first in a teasing manner and then a little rougher. In response Reiner yelped softly, his head tilting back.
"Ah~ such a good boy letting me do what I want to him" , You pulled the straps to the side to pay some more attention to his neglected nipples. You left a wet trail behind as you swirled them around in your mouth.
You could feel the twitch of his cock against your pussy since they were aligned perfectly. God, how you loved to tease him.
Disconnecting your lips from his nipple you made Reiner stand up. You saw the shame burning brightly on his face and his hard cock straining against the fabric of his groin. It was pulling you in like a moth to a flame. You walked up to him and palmed him through the fabric, your light and feathery touch driving him insane.
His hands were pressed tightly into fists because he knew he wanted to be good for you. And yet his hands were aching to touch you.
You couldn't help but praise Reiner after he let out a strained moan.
"Oh what a good boy~. What a good boy"
Reiners ears perked up at the sound of your praise, his body still burning for your touch. After ghosting over his pecs and his inner thighs you say.
"I think my little bunny deserves a treat for being such a good boy, doesn't he?"
You walk back to the bed, taking one last look at Reiners delicious bulge before settling on the bed. You slid your shorts down, revealing a slutty thong that barely covered anything.
Reiner salivated at the sight of your bush peaking out at the sides. He would give 5 years off of his life just to get a taste of your pussy right now, just for you to use him.
You motioned for him to come forward, and when he stood before you, nervously waiting for the words to leave your lips.
"You're allowed to dry hump me baby. You've been so good, you can touch me now."
Reiner looked at you with the cutest puppy dog eyes, his chest expanding with a sharp inhale. He walked over to the bed with shaky legs, settling before you. His hands were immediately on you, palming your tits and ghosting over your nipples.
You could feel the nervousness radiating off of him as he gently reached out to touch your legs. He positioned them on both sides of your body, your pussy on display for him. Reiner ran a thumb down your slit, feeling the damp fabric beneath his fingers and being hit by a surge of satisfaction.
You gasped at the friction and when he leaned down to press a kiss to your clothed clit, you lost it. You pulled him in for a hungry kiss as you locked your legs around him.
When your lips separated a string of saliva still connected you. You had found yourselves in the perfect position. Reiner let out a shuddery breath as he started moving against your pussy.
His whole form was trembling. You couldn't help but whine at the sight of Reiners bulging muscles and how you turned such a big man into a whimpering little bunny.
"Fuck!"
You clawed at Reiners arms when he angled the tip of his cock to hit your swollen clit with every hump. Reiners labored breathing in combination with the woozy look on his face made you pull him closer with your legs.
You could feel Reiners hard cock twitching with every movement, a telltale sign of his approaching orgasm. And with a few more delicious thrusts against your pussy he shot hot white cum all over the inside of his costume. The display made you climax with a pornographic moan as a white light enveloped you.
Reiner fell forward and collapsed on top of you as you stroked his soft short hair and helped him come down from the high.
After catching your breath you couldn't help but mutter,
Requesting NSFW Reiner x Reader on a sex pollen and maybe a Reiner x Reader friends to lovers, pleeeeeease
Crazed | Reiner x GN Reader
Out of everything you could be doing right now, fucking the shit out of your sex crazed best friend is the last thing you had in mind.
It had started out like any other day, you having a lazy afternoon watching TV in your apartment. You truly never expected for your best friend since high school, Reiner Braun, do show up at your door as a sweaty, blushing mess, knees trembling and cock so obviously hard.
You tried asking what had happened, if he was okay, but he couldn't even form coherent words, let alone answer your questions. As you became increasingly concerned, Reiner was getting increasingly desperate in his attempts to communicate. In the end, only three understandable words came out of his mouth:
"Please, fuck me."
And so, here you were, riding your best friend. Truthfully, you had no clue why you had even entertained the idea in the first place, but you couldn't even think about that anymore, not when Reiner's hard cock was prodding the most sensitive areas deep inside you.
You looked at the pathetic man under you, grabbing one of his large pecs in your had, causing him to let out a squeaky moan. Reiner had always been such a strong, masculine man, you never could have imagined he would be so damn submissive for you. His continuous whimpering was briefly interrupted by a few barely audible words from his filthy, drooling mouth.
"Aghh, I'm gonna.. again!" Was all he could say before cumming into the ruined condom for the fourth time that night. Or was it the fifth? Either way, you knew you couldn't keep going like this, even if he could. Your hole was beginning to go numb and the generous amounts of lube you had applied so long ago was no longer enough to keep things satisfying.
"Reiner, baby, we have to stop... I can't keep going." You panted out. The blond looked up at you with bleary, clouded eyes, with a look of what could only be described as pure betrayal written in them.
"Please... I don't want to stop, I need more... please!" The way he begged, with tears streaming down his pretty cheeks was enough to break you already flimsy resolve. Maybe you could go just once more...
:ఌ¨ ♱ 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 : nsfw, female-bodied reader, dom!reader, all boys are subs here, pegging, fauxjobs, dacryphilia, spanking, brat taming, spitting, a splash of mommy kink for armin and jean’s, strap referred to as cock because that's hot, men in lingerie, praise, degradation.
𝐋𝐄𝐕𝐈 𝐀𝐂𝐊𝐄𝐑𝐌𝐀𝐍
— He’s so grumpy about it leading up to it, grouching about how he’s gonna put you on stable cleaning duty if you do it badly. Shuts up real quick when you’re not only good at it, but it feels too good. Like it ruins him. He’s so out of control of his voice and his body, the way he arches into your thrusts, hands scrambling across your back and thighs, trying to pull you impossibly closer.
— At first, he thinks everything feels like it's too much and that he’s gonna break, but once he’s used to taking dick enough to not go slack-jawed every time you put it in? Expect to step up your game, cus this man knows exactly what he wants from you. Catch him on a day he needs to get out of his head and if you aren’t fucking him so hard it’s pushing him up the bed? He’ll start fucking himself on you since you’re “obviously not going to give me what I need.”
— Doesn’t really care what position he gets dicked down in, but he’s one of the few that isn’t afraid to ride you. He looks so good doing it too, it’s when he really lets loose and lets himself give into mindless abandon where all he can think about is how fucking good the toy feels inside him and how badly he wants to cum.
— You never know if he’s gonna be the biggest brat that fights you every step of the way just to get put in his place, or your obedient little pillow princess that wants to be nothing more than a hole for you to fill.
— While some days he might benefit from a hard dom to rein him in, it’s the soft doms that absolutely destroy him. Pile on the praise and affirming words as you gently rock into him, pressing the sweetest kisses to his face, tell him how much you love how pliant and vulnerable he is for you. You’ll have him shaking and trying not to cry as you make love to him like he’s something precious to be treasured (cus he is) because he’s so fucking soft and full of affection for you that it hurts.
— He’s a demanding bottom that’s for sure, so much so you might actually have to grip him by the hair and pin him down just to get him to shut up and listen to you.
“I think you’re forgetting who’s in control here, Levi. Maybe I’ve been spoiling you too much if you think you can just take anything you want from me.” You growl into his ear, tugging his face up from the mattress when his response is muffled. “What was that?”
“And so what if I do, what’ll you do if I don’t listen, huh?” Levi pants, cock hard and leaking into the sheets. He grinds his hips back onto your fake cock despite clearly being told not to move, and he yelps when your hand comes crashing down on his ass so hard he sees blanks for a moment.
And then you do it again, and again, until his ass is so red with your handprints it’s almost the same shade as his flushed face. He’s in tears, throat raw from the shouting. He sniffles as your hand grazes over the abused flesh of his ass, spreading him open in a way that makes him bury his face into the crook of his arm.
“I haven’t heard an apology yet, ‘vi. I’d suggest you make it good too or I’ll give you twenty more and then leave you like this.” you cooed, your tone dripping with a sweetened venom that makes him clench around the toy regardless of the obvious despair he’d feel if you actually followed through with your threat.
It’s not the spankings that frighten him, but the idea of you pulling out and leaving him to hump shamefully into his fist afterwards. His hand hadn’t quite felt the same since yours touched him, and that was all too painfully clear in the way he’d paw at you whenever he needed release.
“Fuck — Please don’t! ‘m sorry! ’m sorry, I’ll be good now, I promise. ‘m just a slut for your cock, I was greedy. Please, don’t stop!” he begs wetly, and you croon at the sight of tears streaming from those pretty gunmetal eyes.
“Oh? Gonna be good now? I don’t believe you.” You scoffed, hand clapping down on his raw ass to enunciate your words. He cries out pathetically at the sting but doesn’t start to panic until you start to pull out of him.
“No, please! I’m sorry, ‘m sorry for being a brat. You want me to beg — fucking fine, I’ll beg you — please! please fuck me, I’ll do anything just, please! You can spank me all you want, I deserve it, just finish fucking me. I'm going crazy—” he slurs, cut off abruptly by the way you suddenly thrust back into him.
“Oh, good boy~ I guess your mouth really is good for something other than whining.” You praise, releasing his arms in favor of holding his hips still so you can carry on pounding into him.
His grey-blue eyes go blank, and the rest of the night is a blur.
𝐄𝐑𝐖𝐈𝐍 𝐒𝐌𝐈𝐓𝐇
— Pls this man doesn’t know what tf pegging is 💀 You'll have to sit down and explain it all to him and he’ll sit there calmly, just nodding and asking the occasional question. He’s surprisingly chill about it??? He’s very much the “okay, dear” husband, it’s like nothing surprises him.
— He’s significantly less composed when you actually get down to it, he gets this cute lil blush on his face when you start playing with his hole, fingering him open to take your cock and hhhhh the noises he makes. He’s tense and it takes a while for him to relax enough to stretch around two fingers but when you find his prostate his whole body jerks as if electrocuted.
“Oh, that — what’s that.” he shudders, propping himself up on his elbow to watch in amazement.
“That would be your prostate, it’ll come in handy later,” you giggled, steadily pumping your fingers in and out of him, curling them to brush over that spongy spot again just to hear him gasp and squirm into the sheets. Especially when his legs keep instinctively inching closer and he has to spread them for you again. And by the time you’ve got three fingers gliding against his walls with ease, he’s right on the edge, blonde bangs slicked to his forehead and his arm over his face as you keep him there, deliberately avoiding his prostate.
The cute expressions he makes and his politeness as a sub might make you want to be gentle with him, but please don’t. He lives for being put in his place, everywhere else he’s the boss of everyone, and that can be exhausting sometimes. Having a partner that isn’t afraid to remind him who’s the real boss is very refreshing.
Like you’re going so slow, watching his face for signs of discomfort, asking him if he’s okay when you press deeper into him and he rasps out “You can be rough with me, darling. I’m not fragile.” His thick fingers clutch at your hip, his hips bucking hard into the gentle rolls of your hips, gasping out when the tip of the toy drags against his walls the way he wants it. “If you want.” He adds later, looking a bit shy — which believe me is a FEAT.
“Well, if you say so,” you laugh breathlessly, propping one of his legs over your shoulder and bracing one hand on his hip so you can snap your hips into his in a way that knocks the air from his lungs. He groans long and deep in his chest and you only smirk, delighted by the way his voice gets higher when your fingers encircle his neglected cock.
— You’d think Erwin would be the type to be condescending about his cute small partner pegging him, but the moment you find his prostate his brain shuts off and he’s your dumb obedient slut <3
— That doesn’t mean he isn’t a brat sometimes because he totally is, he likes to test your patience just to see how you’ll admonish him for it. You can see it in his eyes when he challenges you, that “yeah I just did that, what’re you gonna do about it?” look. It’s just so hard to focus when you’re fucking him so good, arm pinned to his back as you pound into him from behind after he gave you too much lip.
— No preference on positions, but you can tell he much prefers to see you.
— Also does prefer you to fuck him with your fingers if that means anything. You asked him about it playfully one night and he told you it felt more personal to have your flesh against his. Which honestly makes you want a real dick even more... maybe just for a day or two to explore n have a fun time. (pls i’d be so irresponsible with it tho) Like he’s getting bent over the desk he spends so much time at ASAP.
𝐑𝐄𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐑 𝐁𝐑𝐀𝐔𝐍
— Omg literally baby boy.
— He’s down, no convincing is required. He’s always been a little curious about what it would feel like to have something inside him, and sometimes when you’re rubbing circles into his perineum (the cum button lmao) while you have his cock down your throat, he wonders what it would feel like if you moved your fingers lower. This whole idea probably snowballed from him shyly asking you if you’d finger him one night, and boy was it a treat to watch him fall apart like that — without you even having to touch his cock.
— Fuck him in front of a mirror pls just do it, he’ll be so needy and undone, staring at his own face as you pound into him from behind. It’s so embarrassing having to look at his own debauched reflection but then you start telling him how pretty he is, babbling about what a good fucking boy he was being, and his golden eyes roll back into his head, his tongue lolling out of his mouth.
— And when he doesn't have the strength to hold his head up anymore, grab his jaw and hold his face forward for him. Bonus points if you slip your fingers into his mouth to hold his mouth open when he tries to conceal his pretty noises.
— Obeys your every order without question, no matter how demeaning. Need him to spread himself open for you? Done. Need him to fuck himself on your strap n do all the work to chase his orgasm? Anything for you. (He’s so cute when he rides you, bulging thighs trembling as he bounces himself on your lap, lips parted so his tongue can lick over them.) Want him to beg on his hands and knees and grovel for you to fuck him? He’s already at your feet with his forehead and hands flat on the floor.
— Likes to get fucked sideways the best! Just the feeling of your whole body pressed against his back, your lips on his nape, one hand holding his leg up and the other delicately wrapped around his throat <333 he’s in heaven.
𝐁𝐄𝐑𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐃𝐓 𝐇𝐎𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑
— Baby boy #2
— Literally cannot handle being pegged, like he’s the one that moans “it’s too much!” “I can’t take it, it’s too big!” but locks his legs around your hips if you even try to pull out.
— Bertholdt never imagined having something inside him would feel so good, he always has this disbelieving expression on his face when you press inside him, narrow hips lifting off the bed to meet you halfway in his eagerness. Can’t help but stare at you as you fuck into him, green eyes half-lidded and adoring as he takes in your focused expression. He thinks you’re so so cute, even when you’re blowing his back out.
— He’s so much bigger than you it must look comical, but you don’t have to prove anything to him, he knows you’re the boss.
— Speaking of which he’s so obedient and eager to please, and will let you fold him in any position you like. As shy as he is, he greatly prefers positions he can see your face in. Eye contact is very important to him, everything about Bertholdt just feels so intimate and raw. Though he has a hard time keeping his eyes open when he gets close to cumming, unless you tell him to keep them open. Not like he’ll be seeing much through the pleasured tears — he’s a crier <3
— He begs for your cock without you having to tell him, and he does it so well you couldn’t possibly deny him. Not when he cries and squirms so pathetically, nimble fingers tugging you closer by the straps of your harness. (pls that's so hot to me) and if you decide to be mean to him and make him wait, tell him “hmmm, I don’t think you really want it.” He’ll sob, his desperation spearing through his usual demure nature as he presents himself for you, pleading and babbling about how badly he wants you to take care of him.
— He gets so flustered and teary when you start praising him, telling him what a good boy he was being, how pretty he looked beneath you, what pretty noises he was making.
— He’s also so loud??? Like every partner’s dream tbh. Ordinarily, he tries to swallow his noises out of self-consciousness, but he just can’t when you’re bullying that sweet spot inside him. Unleashes the sweetest moans in between delirious sobs of your name and mantras of “please.”
Bertholdt’s a dream all spread out on your bright white sheets, tanned skin wrapped up in dark green lace lingerie you got just for him. You were right about it bringing out his eyes, half-lidded and glimmering as your hands smooth reverently over his body. Your nails scratch lightly over the fine dark hairs of his happy trail, deliberately avoiding his straining erection barely covered by the green lace panties. He’s so long his cute pink head peeks out the top, leaking with pre and twitching as your fingers trail close but never close enough.
He whines long and high, trying not to grind against your fake cock resting distractingly in the space between his thigh and hip. You’ve already stretched and plugged him, the pretty green gem adorning the base of the plug peeking out from under the panties you’ve been so hesitant to rip off. He likes the lingerie, and he feels pretty in it. You spent a good chunk of the night telling him just how gorgeous he was while taking pictures, and then later overwhelming him with praise as you stretched him on your fingers.
But all he wants now is for you to tear it off and have your way with him, the thought makes his inner walls clench and his hips buck involuntarily.
“Feeling impatient, Bertie?” you hum, and he nods frantically, legs spreading on instinct at the familiar sound of the lube being uncapped.
“Yes — want it so bad. Y/n please.”
His whole body shudders as you slip out the plug and replace it with your lubed fingers, but it’s not enough.
He’s ready, he’s been ready. He needs you and you’re teasing him.
Finally, you start pulling the layers of lace off his body, garter belt and stockings first. The intricate jade-colored bra goes next, and you can’t help but trace his hardened peaks teasingly as you feel the fabric away, amused when he squirms and catches your wrists to redirect them to his tented panties. Resigned, you free him from his lace prison, and Bertholdt gasps as his cock slaps against his belly.
“You’re so pretty, Bert.”
“I’d be prettier with you fucking me.” he pouts, and you concede with a giggle, lining the toy up with his hole and pressing in oh so slowly.
Bertholdt’s mouth falls open, brows knit together as you finally slide home. He moans out loudly in relief, nearly in tears after hours of your incessant teasing, you’re finally where he needs you.
𝐅𝐋𝐎𝐂𝐇 𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑
— Takes your strap the best out of all of them tbh. He’s content to lie there and let you fold him in half as you rearrange his guts. Will even hold his legs up for you <3 goes absolutely crazy for your strap, he’s so shameless. Will beg for you to be rough with him and make him cry. The best boy to take your frustration out on, he gets off on being used as a pathetic little fucktoy.
— HUGE BRAT, will taunt you and rile you up as much as possible. He likes to be punished and tossed around, pretends to try and wriggle away just to feel you drag him back by the hips and pin him down to the bed. Most of the time he’s gonna make you work for his submission, which only makes his inevitable defeat that much sweeter. You can tell you’ve played right into his hand when you see him looking up at you with half-lidded brown eyes and that pleased smirk.
— Edge him till he’s a sobbing begging mess, overstimulate him till he can’t feel his legs anymore, spank him until his ass is so red with welts he can’t sit right for weeks. He whimpers so pathetically when you ghost your hands over his ass through his clothes days later, knowing he’s still sore but the pain is making him hard again.
— Floch does have his obedient moods where all he wants is to be is a slave to your whims, step on his dick and make him cum all over your boot, and then order him to lick it off. Floch isn’t entirely good at holding in orgasms or cumming on command (this is a man that can cum untouched if you talk dirty enough to him) When he’s like this he’ll do anything, even give you faux jobs like it's your actual dick. Doesn’t even complain when you force his head further down until tears prick his eyes, just looks up at you with that hazy look that indicates there isn’t a thought behind those eyes.
— Doesn’t care what position you press him into, but he feels more vulnerable in positions you can see his face in. It’s hard to resist because he’s got such a pretty face, especially when it’s wet with tears and his ginger hair is stuck to his forehead. He’s so gorgeous it’s unfair really, especially since he was so insufferable outside the bedroom. It’s always the hot ones…
— Laps up any praise you offer, even if it’s backhanded or mixed with insults. All attention is good attention to him, and that’s all he cares about.
— He loves to be degraded but if you were to go soft on him all of a sudden you’d actually kill him. Overwhelm him with praise, tell him what a good boy he’s being for you, how beautiful he looks when he’s being obedient, tell him he’s your favorite hole to use and he’ll break into a million pieces. Starts to ugly cry, clinging on for dear life as he begins chanting “I love you I love you I love you–” the whole nine yards.
— Don’t even imply you’re fucking other people as a joke, he’s intensely possessive. What, was he not good enough for you? Not reverent enough? Couldn’t you see he’s all you’ll ever need?? >:( Say you’re sorry n fuck his brains out to make up for it.
“Relax, I was just kidding. You’re enough of a handful all on your own, baby. Why would I want anyone else when you take my cock so well?” You reassure, delighted by the way his golden brown eyes roll back at the praise.
He still looks bothered, so you sigh and slow your hips, the action drawing his gaze back to yours. He gasps and clenches around the toy when your lips meet his — a rare treat you don’t often allow. He moans shamelessly into the kiss, sweat-slicked fingers burying themselves in your hair to keep you anchored there. His lips are starved against yours, lips parted in invitation. You suck on his tongue, holding his mouth open with your fingers so you can spit into it — which is almost enough to make him cum.
“You’re the only one I want, Floch,” you murmur affectionately, admiring the way he swallows your spit so greedily.
He actually does cum after you say that, rather violently too — squirming and jerking like a man possessed.
“Please say it again.” he pleads.
𝐉𝐄𝐀𝐍 𝐊𝐈𝐑𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐈𝐍
— It’ll take some convincing before Jean agrees to let you peg him. He kind of thinks you’re joking the first time you bring it up and laughs it off, but when he realizes you’re serious he’s like “Oh fuck you actually…?”
— Jean insists that if he’s gonna be taking it up the ass, he wants to be in control of the situation, so you agree to have him ride you so he can control the pace. And by god, the way his face contorts from discomfort to pleasure is so beautiful. His mouth just falls open and his brows knit together cutely. He takes you well, clasping his over yours on top of his hips as he bounces — until quite adorably the pleasure starts to overwhelm him and he just can’t bounce anymore.
— Jeanbo gets so frustrated cus it feels so good but his legs have been turned to gelatin, none of his body parts are obeying and he needs it so badly. That’s when the pathetic whining starts.
“Aww, what’s wrong, baby? Are your legs tired? Need me to take over?”
“Mommy please… need help. C’mon.” He whines, the humiliation burning hotly in his cheeks, the angry red blush spreading even to his neck.
He grinds in your lap weakly, trying in vain to pick himself back up as his legs continue to fail him. You feel your heart snap in two at the shiny tears pricking in the corners of his eyes, you sit up, trailing comforting kisses across his jaw before you maneuver him onto his back. He falls back with a huff, long limbs sprawled out before he starts grabbing at you.
His impossibly long legs wrap around your hips loosely, so as not to restrict your freedom of movement. And when your hips snap against his with enough force to push him up the sheets a few inches, a girlish moan is forced out of him. It’s so uncharacteristic and depraved that you can’t help but do it again, prying his hand from his mouth as he slaps it over his lips to silence himself. And when you find that spot he’s in disbelief at the feeling, legs locking around your hips to keep you in place as he paints his hand and chest with his cum. He’s quiet through his whole orgasm, mouth wide open in a silent scream as the intensity of it robs him of his voice.
You grin your hips lazily against his through his high, purring sweet praises, stroking his hair as he pants into your neck.
“How was that?”
“I… you were right, it felt… really good.”
— Jean prefers missionary, though he tends to hold you against his body so tight you can hardly thrust into him.
— His mommy kink absolutely comes out when you’re fucking his brains out, suckles on your tits and wants you to call him your baby. But don’t mention it outside the bedroom, he not only will deny it but will revoke pegging privileges 😔
— Can’t help but pump his pretty cock while you fuck him, has a hard time getting off without giving it attention so you usually let him. He likes it best when you slap his hands away and wrap your fingers around him instead. An arm is thrown over his eyes as he bucks into the tight tunnel of your fist in tandem with your thrusts, mesmerized by the way your breasts bounce while you’re fucking into him.
𝐏𝐎𝐑𝐂𝐎 𝐆𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐀𝐑𝐃
— Porco will need convincing. It’s embarassing enough that he willingly submits to you, something he undoubtedly enjoys but still gets into his feelings about sometimes. You’ve fingered him before sure, and he likes that, it’s just… the prospect of you fucking him is something else entirely. It puts him in such a vulnerable position, and Porco’s a bit spooked you won’t think he’s still your big strong man after. Internalized insecurity about his masculinity.
— Reassure him that getting fucked in the ass doesn’t make him any less of a man to you. As silly as that sounds, it will put at least some of his fears to rest.
— He’s so whiny about it, moans and groans about how you’ll have to do all the work and how he wasn’t gonna like it. Spoiler alert: he does like it very much. He’s a bitchy little pillow princess about the whole thing until you find his prostate and it’s like those anxieties melt away in an instant.
“Oh fuck!” Porco practically mewls, an octave higher that makes your insides clench around nothing. “There baby, right there-“
“Where?” You coo, a knowing smirk pulling at your lips when you realize you’ve found his prostate. Is that really all it took to break him down? You angle your hips and thrust again, aiming for the same spot, knowing you’ve hit your mark when he keens again.
“Ohhh. right. there. Huh~?” You purr to him, your words punctuated by particularly harsh thrusts that make his back arch.
The action snaps your gaze back to his backside, full and jiggling with each brutal but purposeful thrust. You can help but grab a handful of it, watching as the fat of his ass spills between the gaps of your fingers. You spread him open to watch your faux cock glide effortlessly in and out of his pretty pink hole, mesmerized by the way it stretches to accommodate the girth.
You’re deliberately pounding against that button inside him with every thrust and he can’t help but cry out each time. He’s drooling a puddle into the sheets now, cheeks a bright fiery red, sweat sticking the blonde hairs to his forehead, mouth agape, eyes rolled so far back into his head you worry they might stick like that.
“Fffuck me, god fuck me, yes! What th-the fuck are you dooooing to me?” Porco babbles nonsensically.
And you know he’s close to cumming when he starts to fuck himself back onto your strap and hump his poor neglected cock against the sheets. He’s leaking all over, desperate for any sort of friction. Wrap your hand around his dick and watch his whole body tremor and squirm.
Has the loudest and longest orgasm of his life, a minute later and he’s still spurting ropes onto the sheets.
— Don’t be mean to him afterward, this is very important. Smooth your warm hands over the back of his thighs and back, and tell him what a good job he did for you, and how good he looked taking your strap. If done right he’ll melt into a blissed-out puddle beneath you. If done wrong he’ll never let you peg him again </3
— Definitely likes it rough. Dig your fingernails into the flesh of his hips til you leave bruises, bite and suck marks into his neck and shoulders until you run out of space, and pull him back by his hair so you can see the pathetic expressions he’s making. He fucking loves it. Doesn’t much like to be degraded so don’t be too mean. (at first. later on he warms up to being bullied a lil, just don’t go overboard yeah?)
— Thinks it feels the best from behind but gets so shy when you take him in missionary. Hides his face and avoids your eyes unless you lay on the sweet praise thick enough to convince him to look at you.
— After he’s grown used to taking dick somewhat regularly and is more comfortable with the whole idea, he absolutely becomes a slut for it. He was bratty before but now he’ll wrestle you onto your back and fuck himself on your strap if you “aren’t doing it good enough.” Smack his ass and he’ll just moan louder, thick cock bobbing with the forceful way he’s slamming himself up and down your fake dick. (Meow purrrrr bossy bottoms my beloved.)
𝐀𝐑𝐌𝐈𝐍 𝐀𝐑𝐋𝐄𝐑𝐓
— The biggest whore for pegging, I don't make the rules. He likes prostate orgasms the best and doesn’t even need you to touch his cock to cum.
— Sometimes you fuck him so incredibly stupid that he starts begging for you to breed him. Poor thing is so fucked-out that he forgets that it’s physically impossible. You haven’t the heart to tell him you can’t actually put a baby in him especially when it’s so fun to make him beg for you to fill him up. You’d do well to invest in a cum tube because he’ll go crazy the moment he feels your “cum” inside him. Expect him to beg you to “please cum inside” every time after that.
— Loves to give faux jobs! Obviously spit isn’t appropriate lube but he still likes the idea of slicking up your strap for you to fuck him, especially since he does such a good job drooling all over it for you <3 Absolutely wants you to fuck his face, he’ll moan around it and everything whilst looking up at you with those big blue eyes.
— Wants to be pegged more than you want to peg him tbh, he’s so enthusiastic every time you whip it out. Like his clothes are in mid-air and he’s assuming the position before you can even speak.
— Will wear plugs often, just so he can be ready anytime, and… they relieve his stress. I know he looks so innocent but I promise you he’s far from it, a closet pervert!! Always tryna coerce you into railing him while making you think that it was your idea, but he’s been planning to be dicked down the whole day. You pull down his pants and he’s already stretched himself out for you.
— A size king! You wouldn’t think such a small thing could take your longest n thickest straps but he’s a real champ!
— Definitely calls you mommy while you peg him, wants you to refer to yourself as mommy, call him your baby, and make him cum on “mommy’s cock.” Don’t mistake that desire for him wanting to be treated gently, because believe me he doesn’t. Pull his hair, push his face into the bed, and dig your nails into his skin til he bleeds. The masochist no one saw coming.
SINOPSE — Coisas boas não são para ele. Reiner não merece nada disso, mesmo que te ame. A solução é, bem... Ser má.
PALAVRAS — 5,2K
AVISOS — Dacryphilia/lágrimas, jogo de impacto com objetos não usuais (pente), ligeira contenção, opa, cuspe? Reiner Ooc? Ele literalmente só chora e pede desculpa. Eya
Andando pelas ruas movimentadas, Reiner não sentia nada além de uma dormência irritante pelos membros. Os acenos de reconhecimento que recebia de alguns não o fazia mais bem; ele era decepcionante. Seria melhor se simplesmente morresse.
Mas Reiner nunca conseguiu alcançar tal feito. Perdido no peso das responsabilidades e na necessidade de continuar seguindo em frente por aqueles que preza, sua própria felicidade era sacrificada; talvez um último pequeno ato heróico, embora ele nunca tenha conseguido sentir que é um herói.
Ou como o loiro gosta de ver… Apenas a covardia o impedindo. É isso que ele é, afinal. Um covarde. E quando parou na frente de uma loja de roupas que fabrica peças sob medidas e ficou assistindo a costureira medir uma cliente com um enorme sorriso, essa percepção bateu ainda mais forte. Tal qual um covarde, Braun se limitava a assistir você por detrás de um vidro, ao invés de simplesmente convidá-la para… Não sei, conversar? O homem sequer sabia exatamente o que estava fazendo. Ou porquê estava fazendo.
O brilho que você emana não é reservado para alguém como ele. Não. Reiner jamais mereceria seus sorrisos gentis, sua mão macia acariciando a pele ou sequer aquele olhar caloroso que você sempre dirigia aos outros. E a ele também, por mais que o encouraçado não merecesse; se conheceram por acaso num café, quando o pânico o atingiu. O loiro se sentou para comer e beber, tentou ter uma vida normal, mas as mãos tremiam e olhava fixamente para a xícara como se nela visse um filme de todos os seus erros passados. A respiração ficou trêmula, o olhar vidrado e então pessoas começaram a murmurar.
“Olha lá, que esquisito.”
“Ele tá bem? Nossa, a cara tá de dar pena.”
“Pra que sair de casa, né, gente?”
Os murmúrios não eram o mais importante para ele. Mas ainda assim, Reiner mal conseguia sentir as pernas. Foi quando ouviu um estalo alto de mãos batendo em uma mesa de madeira e uma discussão acalorada ao fundo. Reiner se obrigou a olhar para cima e tentar ignorar as imagens girando dentro da xícara, e foi quando viu uma figura feminina apontando para ele enquanto falava com uma garçonete.
Ótimo, ele pensou. Nunca mais sairia.
Diferente do que esperava, porém, a garçonete não foi adverti-lo nem pedir para ele se retirar. Mais ou menos. Ela simplesmente começou a embalar o pedido quase intocado com as mãos trêmulas enquanto se desculpava.
“Desculpa. Aquela moça louca parece que vai me bater se eu não fizer isso… Por favor me perdoe. Resolve com ela.” Ela murmurava, fazendo Reiner olhar para cima da cabeça curvada dela e ver a mesma mulher de antes indo até ele enfiando um pedaço pela metade de bolo na boca.
“Para de cochichar sobre mim agora.” Ela disse, sem vergonha alguma de parecer rude. “É fácil ficar rindo do homem, mas aí vai até ele falar mal de mim? Eu hein.” Você bufou, e embora mal entendendo a situação, Reiner se sentiu mortificado.
Poderia haver humilhação maior que essa? Ele tossiu, o pânico se acalmando em vista da onda de vergonha o invadindo. Com as pernas levemente moles, ele fez menção de se levantar e abriu a boca para se desculpar, mas suas mãos macias de unhas longas tocaram-lhe o ombro e um cheiro doce de chiclete o invadiu. As palavras morreram na garganta.
Sim, ele definitivamente nunca mais sairá de casa. Que porra está acontecendo?
“Espera ela embalar, ok? Vou te levar até em casa, você não parece bem. Aqui, pega água. Cê mora longe?” Sussurrou, sua voz até então afiada e sarcástica muito mais suave e doce, tão doce quanto seu cheiro.
Reiner sentiu todos os pêlos do corpo arrepiarem enquanto com uma única mão você alcançava uma garrafinha de água.
“E-eu estou bem.” Ele raspou a garganta e engoliu em seco, olhando para a garçonete como se pedisse desculpas e recebendo um olhar estranho de pena em resposta enquanto ela deixava as caixas com os pedidos numa sacola e saia sem falar mais nada. “Consigo me virar. Não precisa se incomodar.”
“Eu sei, está melhor agora, mas seus dedos ainda tremem.” Murmurou, abrindo a garrafa para ele. “Bebe, vai ajudar a limpar a cabeça. Só faça o que digo, ok? Não pense em nada. Não é bom pensar nessas horas.” Murmurou, levando uma das mãos macias até o queixo dele e levantando com delicadeza, então com a outra virou a garrafa de água nos lábios machucados pelos próprios dentes dele.
Seu olhar suave e toque quente levou lágrimas aos olhos de Reiner, que fechou as pálpebras e apenas seguiu suas instruções, incapaz de falar quando sentiu a garganta embolar e também para esconder os vestígios lacrimosos.
Ele não merecia esse tipo de tratamento. Não, isso não é para ele. Reiner preferia escutar os sussurros de pena e escárnio sentindo-se vazio e mole do que sentir o calor de tamanho cuidado.
Tal bondade o fazia querer chorar e gritar. Se matar por tudo que já fez. Bondade não é redenção. Ele não merece nada além de dor.
E ainda assim, como se treinada para lidar com pessoas com o mesmo problema que ele, você o ajudou a se levantar e sorriu, perguntando pra onde ele iria. Pegou as coisas dele e o ajudou a sair, falando sobre si mesma como se o show que deram na cafeteria nada fosse, expondo sobre seu trabalho e seus parentes sem parar. Foi quase irritante, mas de certa forma, funcionou. Manteve a cabeça de Reiner distraída pensando que você devia calar a boca e parar de segurar o braço dele com tanto carinho como se ele não fosse capaz de andar sozinho, e isso fez toda e qualquer dor no peito sumir por aquele breve momento.
E outros, também.
Quando você o deixou em casa, Reiner passou horas esfregando o rosto de vergonha e jurando a si mesmo nunca mais pisar naquele lugar. Depois foi tomar banho, e quando resolveu comer o bolo que havia pedido ainda na cafeteria, a mente voltou até você.
Uma costureira. Trabalha numa boutique que faz roupas sob medida, realiza concertos e vende roupas recicladas. Três ruas pra cima da cafeteria, mas na rua de trás. Uma linda logo dourada esculpida frente a uma madeira escura. Uma enorme janela de vidro, com dois manequins sempre bem arrumados de acordo com as tendências e um espacinho que dá visão aos clientes de um longo espelho onde ela tira a medida dos clientes mais apressados.
Ao menos, essas foram suas descrições. Reiner nem sabia que tinha prestado tanta atenção até ir dormir imaginando como era a fachada. Dois dias depois, indo contra as próprias promessas, ele estava com um chapéu off-white meio baixo na frente, andando de cabeça baixa pelas ruas da cidade. Foi uma caminhada de quinze minutos até ele parar em frente a sua boutique, imediatamente vendo-a passar uma fita ao redor do busto de uma garotinha que gesticulava sem parar.
Você parece mais normal nesse contexto, e menos a mulher irritante, intrometida e cara de pau da cafeteria. Ah, gentil e cheia de compaixão. Você foi a única a ajudá-lo, afinal.
Reiner é, de fato, um lixo. Pensando mal de quem o ajudou…. Com um grunhido, ele voltou a andar, dando a volta no quarteirão apenas para voltar para casa enquanto se afogava numa névoa invisível e depressiva.
Como você pode ser tão gentil, e ele ainda pensar somente na vergonha que o fez sentir, ao invés de toda a solução que prontamente encontrou para o problema dele? As mãos de Reiner tremeram, e a cara afetada logo ficou séria, obscurecida pela raiva auto-infligida e pela sombra do chapéu.
Ainda assim, ele fez o mesmo no dia seguinte. E no dia seguinte a aquele, e no próximo, até que você não estava lá.
“Escuta aqui, seu esquisitão –” Ele se assustou com sua voz vindo repentinamente da lateral e se virou com um pulo, olhando para baixo para te ver. Sua expressão raivosa foi adorável, mas logo se derreteu em uma curiosidade e choque. “Loirinho do café?” Questionou, cruzando os braços.
“Loirinho?” A sobrancelha do de olhos dourados contraiu e a voz saiu rouca, então ele raspou a garganta em seguida. “É Reiner.”
“Ah, certo. Reiner.” Grunhiu antes de respirar fundo. “Porque passou os últimos três dias olhando pra mim? Eu podia te ver através do espelho, sabia?”
A vergonha o perfurou direto no peito. Nem ele sabia o porquê, afinal. Pareceu automático.
“O gato comeu sua língua?” Você o pressionou, estreitando os olhos. “Se queria agradecer pelo outro dia, não precisa.” Murmurou, inclinando levemente a cabeça com um sorriso pequeno e gentil se formando.
Não era isso. Agradecer nem passou pela cabeça dele, Reiner só…. Queria te ver.
“Claro, eu só não sabia como.” Ele tossiu levemente, escondendo a própria mentira enquanto ajustava o chapéu.
“Melhor assim. Antes estava parecendo um esquisitão stalker.” Riu. “Mas já que é tão doce, vem, vou te servir um chá e arrumar essa tira do seu chapéu. Está solta, não percebeu?” Disse, já se virando em direção ao pequeno beco com uma porta lateral para seu atelier sem esperar uma resposta, como se soubesse que ele seguiria.
E assim ele fez, sentindo os ombros pesarem mais e mais a cada passo.
Os próximos encontros foram mais fáceis. Nem sempre o loiro se sentia bem para te ver, e incrivelmente você passou a aparecer em alguns desses dias, pois por pior que ele estivesse para sair de casa, sua presença sempre o trazia calma. Não a calma tradicional, não – se tornou um ciclo. Você o trata bem, é gentil, doce e até amorosa. Reiner se sente culpado. Fica mal. Você aparece sendo chata, falando demais como se distraí-lo fosse a melhor saída, contando tudo sobre todos e às vezes repetindo histórias. Reiner fica sem paciência, mas sempre presta atenção. Cada maldita palavra que sai da sua boca, para ele, é como uma âncora. E quando percebe o quão necessitado se tornou desse pequeno recém adquirido costume, chora a noite.
Reiner não te merece. Nem suas palavras gentis, nem seu toque amoroso, nem seus discursos longos e irritantes que o deixam são, nem o seu
“Eu te amo.”
Não. Isso não é para ele.
“Não ame.” Disse em resposta, o olhar escurecendo e o ombro tensionando.
O silêncio que se seguiu foi cortante, seguido de um ‘por quê?’ sussurrado. Sua expressão não era boa. O machucou.
“Você fala demais, toca demais. Eu não mereço isso.” O de olhos dourados murmurou, já se colocando de pé.
Reiner sabia do duplo sentido em suas palavras. Sabia que você não interpretaria como é, e sim como se ele merecesse mais do que uma mulher chata.
O loiro pensou que era melhor assim, então deixou as lágrimas caírem só quando estava de costas, ouvindo seu suspiro indignado. Quando saiu da sua sala, ouviu seu xingamento, e pela primeira vez, sentiu que estava recebendo o que merecia.
Afinal, conforto e amor não eram pra um criminoso. Um assassino. Um homem falho, que só decepciona – Reiner chorou no próprio quarto mesmo assim, e voltou a te ver mesmo assim, assombrando seu ateliê por fora, batendo na sua porta para tomarem café; tudo como se nada tivesse acontecido para começar.
Então é claro que ele mereceu seu surto quando ao ceder e abriu a porta, gritou com ele.
Sim, ele merece isso.
“O que está fazendo aqui?! Não foi o bastante quebrar meu coração e me insultar na minha própria casa?”
Reiner ficou parado, olhando para sua expressão lívida com olhos quase vazios, com apenas resquícios de culpa refletidos.
Grite mais. Ele merece.
“Está mudo agora?! Porque caralhos está a dez minutos parado batendo na minha porta então?!” Aumentou ainda mais a voz, e certamente algum vizinho iria espiar pelas janelas em breve.
Reiner não se importa.
Humilhe-o, ele merece. Odeie-o.
Ele não merece amor.
“Vai se foder, Reiner Braun!” Você então gritou, sua mão quase chicoteando o ar na hora da raiva. O estalo que seguiu foi alto, e a bochecha dele ardeu. Porra, como ardeu.
Sua mão macia se mostrou forte, mas não o suficiente para fazê-lo virar o rosto. Reiner ficou paradinho, sentindo a ardência do tapa forte e uma queimação característica. Mas enquanto você arregalava os olhos ao ver dois pequenos filetes bem finos ficando vermelhos por um ligeiro acúmulo de sangue, percebendo com horror que suas unhas deixaram dois cortezinhos superficiais na maçã do rosto dele, os olhos dourados do maior finalmente reagiram.
Um brilho sutil e esperançoso, seguido por uma respiração trêmula e o corpo pendendo em sua direção.
O peito dolorido de Reiner apertou ainda mais, como se fosse explodir. A queimação na bochecha o lembrava de seu lugar.
Mãos tão macias foram feitas para amar aqueles que merecem, não para se machucarem com alguém tão indigno quanto ele. Sua palma certamente estaria ardendo agora, talvez mais que o rosto dele, e ainda assim o loiro suspirou.
Suas garras, porém, unhas tão lindas e bem feitas, devem ter sido feitas para punir. Porque mais seriam tão cortantes?
“Desculpe, Reiner eu–” Gaguejou, parando na metade. A outra bochecha dele começou a avermelhar, e então as orelhas, por fim os olhos dourados escureceram, e olhando-o mais de perto viu as pupilas dilatarem.
“Não machuque suas mãos. Eu não mereço isso.” Ele sussurrou, e então uma sensação de Déjà vu lhe ocorreu, fazendo seus pelos eriçarem.
A forma com a qual ele se curvou em sua direção como se pedisse mais, apesar das lágrimas se acumulando nos olhos cansados, fez seu estômago revirar. A realização te atingiu como uma parede de tijolos, e com uma inspiração brusca levantou a mesma mão e segurou as bochechas de Reiner com firmeza, fincando as unhas na pele branca e sentindo a barba aparada espetar sua palma.
Ele não se mexeu. Te deixou machucá-lo de bom grado, parecendo quase prestes a ronronar com a dor infligida por você.
“Eu decido o que você merece ou não.” Disse, quase sem fôlego, mas sua voz conseguiu sair tão firme quanto desejou que ela saísse.
Ali, entendeu que nada viria fácil com Reiner. E ainda assim, escolheu amá-lo – por mais que a realização a tenha feito ver que para ele, ser amado é um privilégio inconcebível, e ser punido é necessário. A dor deve vir antes. Reiner tem que sofrer para merecer.
“Sim.” Ele suspirou, sendo arrastado pelas bochechas para dentro de sua casa com as lágrimas finalmente escorrendo a sua frente.
De alívio, de mágoa e também de um amor tão aterrador que lhe tirava o fôlego.
Você o jogou no sofá e subiu nele naquela mesma tarde. Sentada no estômago do rapaz, deu-lhe um tapa na cara a cada vez que listava algo que ele fez de errado.
“Minhas mãos estão vermelhas por sua causa. Você não falou comigo, se afastou, me deixou no escuro. Agora eu também tô sofrendo!” Você disse, ignorando a ardência na própria mão enquanto batia no rosto vermelho e molhado de lágrimas.
“Desculpe-me… Vou falar com você. Desculpa.” Ele balbuciava, gaguejando em meio às lágrimas e ao ranho que lhe escaparam do nariz romano.
Quando terminou, apenas desceu o quadril e deitou em cima dele. Você sentiu o volume na calça de Reiner pressionar sua virilha, pulsando conforme você se acomodava. Era grande, estava quente e deixou uma sensação molhada após um tempo – ignorando o calor em seu corpo pela excitação do maior, deitou em cima dele e beijou o queixo salgado por lágrimas, acariciando os ombros largos que pulavam entre soluços.
Não era normal. Foi meio distorcido, novo e diferente de tudo que já vivenciou. E ainda assim, pareceu certo.
Em silêncio, se limitou a acariciar o corpo choroso do maior, que ao se acalmar, enfiou o rosto com ranho em seus cabelos e a abraçou forte. Lentamente a ereção diminuiu, dando espaço apenas aos sentimentos turbulentos em ambos os peitos.
“... Eu te amo.” Reiner sussurrou após longos minutos que mais pareciam horas, as mãos tremendo ao redor se seu corpo.
“Eu sei.” Você sussurrou de volta, docemente, escondendo o sorriso na clavícula do maior.
Reiner sabe que não merece seu amor. Mas ele ainda pode te amar mesmo assim.
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Nenhum dos dois sabem como chegaram a isso. Começou com tapas na cara para afastar a ansiedade de Reiner, a única maneira que encontrou dele se sentir digno de algo e não moribundo. Evoluiu para beijos enquanto o enforcava, até que chegou a primeira vez dos dois… Foi normal. Você o cavalgou com apenas gemidos e elogios ao pau gordo e duro, e Reiner apenas afundou o rosto em seu ombro enquanto apertava sua cintura a ponto de doer e começou a chorar, balançando levemente a cabeça de maneira familiar.
Como se não merecesse seus elogios. Mas ele merecia… Ah, como merecia. Um homem tão bom, doce e esforçado pra você. Tão manhoso e chorão… Você pegou-se excitada com as lágrimas dele. Nunca imaginou que ver alguém chorar a deixaria tão molhada, e lá estava você, querendo banhá-lo em amor ao mesmo tempo em que extrai de seu corpo todo o líquido – Lágrimas e esperma. Queria tudo pra si.
A realização de tal desejo profano não lhe deixou em choque, nem ansiosa. Braun dava seus sinais também. Os dois deviam ser almas gêmeas, feitos para se encontrar nesse mundo louco e sombrio; o que mais explicaria tamanha compatibilidade?
Nada. Por isso, das próximas vezes que transaram, não foi nada normal. Nada convencional. Tapas na cara, mão no pescoço, mordidas sangrentas e até socos na costela. Tudo que as garotas do seu ateliê sonham que seus maridos façam com elas você passou a fazer em Reiner, tirando dele as lágrimas mais deliciosas. Pois aquelas não eram de culpa, e sim de alívio. Pois era o que ele acreditava merecer.
Quando viu, tinha comprado brinquedos. Não aquela invenção boba para mulheres chamada olisbos, um apetrecho em formato fálico feito de couro ou madeira para inserção vaginal.
Para vocês, arreios e chicotes de cavalo tinham mais valor.
“Você disse que ia vir ontem.” Disse, sua voz fria ecoando em sua casa logo antes do estalo alto do couro entrando em contato com as costas coradas e musculosas do maior.
“Desculpa, amor.” Ele gemeu de dor, mal conseguindo se mover da posição ajoelhada com as mãos amarradas nas costas. Reiner queria tanto te ver, olhar em seus olhos e implorar por perdão – mas ele sabe que merece isso, essa punição deliciosa de ficar sentado nas próprias panturrilhas sem o privilégio de devorar sua figura com o olhar enquanto recebe nada além de sua frieza. “Porco e Gabi–”
“Eu perguntei?” Disse, chicoteando as costas dele novamente, que se arqueou pateticamente e mordeu a língua no susto, começando imediatamente a chorar.
“N-não. Desculpa.” Gaguejou, fungando como se isso pudesse impedir as lágrimas de caírem.
“Então pronto. Eu não quero ouvir nenhuma desculpinha. Se não tem certeza se virá, não diga que vai vir.” Exclamou, dando-lhe outra chicotada e recebendo dessa vez um gemido entre a dor e prazer. As costas dele já estavam com marcas vermelhas e vergões, suadas pela adrenalina. “Entendeu?!”
“Sim senhora.” Ele disse com precisão militar, as costas ficando mais largas com as respirações profundas do homem que tentava ao máximo se controlar.
Você teria certeza de garantir a ele que estava tudo bem depois. De minimizar os danos… Mas não agora. Não quando ao chegar mais perto, vê por cima do ombro dele a deliciosa ereção já pingando pré-semen.
Ao sentir sua aproximação, o homem tentou levantar a cabeça, e assim que viu resquícios dos olhos dourados brilhando com lágrimas, balançou o chicote que o atingiu na coxa e o fez se curvar para frente com um silvo doloroso.
“Eu mandei sair da posição?”
“Não, senhora.” Reiner choramingou entre a respiração ofegante, a voz manhosa expondo as lágrimas caindo que você não podia ver. Deviam estar lindas.
“Então continue de cabeça baixa. Depois de me deixar toda bonita e cheirosa esperando por você ontem, não merecia nem olhar pra mim hoje.” Reclamou, puxando o chicote lentamente para que ele pudesse sentir o roçar do couro na pele avermelhada e ardida da coxa peluda.
Reiner apenas soluçou, acenando em silêncio. Sorrindo, você ergueu o braço para cima e observou a ponta do couro roçar no comprimento dele, que de tão duro e inchado estava levemente torto para o lado. O homem musculoso gemeu com o leve contato, fazendo-a suspirar de tesão com a imagem celestial do pênis pulsando e um liquido perolado e espesso subir o buraquinho de cima, se acumulando grosseiramente antes de grudar na ponta do courino. Você então afastou o chicote, escutando o nariz grande do namorado lutar para respirar.
“Seu pau está babão hoje. Não vai me dizer que gosta disso?” Riu, jogando o chicote de lado.
“A-amor, por favor…” Reiner chorou, fazendo-a dar um passo mais perto.
“Feche os olhos.” Ordenou, ignorando a voz manhosa e agarrando os cabelos louros da nuca, puxando a cabeça dele para trás com agressividade, fazendo Reiner (que já estava de olhos fechados para você), ficar com a cara virada para cima. As bochechas estavam rosadas e molhadas de lágrimas, e ele chorou ainda mais de dor, fazendo o líquido salgado escorrer pela orelha e pescoço, umedecendo lentamente os fios da nuca. “Responde, Reiner. Você gosta disso?” Exigiu, vendo o corpo dele estremecer sob seu controle.
Mas diferente do que ele esperava, não estava pronta para deixá-lo falar ainda. Não quando as lágrimas dele pareciam deixar a pele tão brilhante e bonita.
Então sem aviso, antes que ele pudesse responder, enfiou o dedão na boca do loiro e apoiou o queixo no resto de seus dedos, pressionando o dígito mais largo na língua dele, que rapidamente começou a acumular saliva. Você então cuspiu direto na garganta dele e o soltou com agressividade, observando-o pender a cabeça para frente e tossir.
O corpo de Reiner estava em chamas, o pau doendo para ser tocado, as bolas pesadas de necessidade de liberar, e o coração doendo e batendo tão forte que enquanto você ria, ele mal podia ouvi-la. A humilhação que o percorreu foi saborosa, dando-lhe uma sensação de realização distorcida enquanto regurgitava um pouco da saliva que o fez engasgar e engolia novamente, ainda de olhos fechados, como um bom garoto.
Tudo isso, e ainda assim não está nem perto de ser o que ele merece. Será que um dia você seria misericordiosa o suficiente para matá-lo sufocado em sua boceta? Ou o beijaria com tanta força, que Reiner esqueceria de respirar? Ele sequer reclamaria se por capricho você pegasse aquela ferradura que veio de brinde do kit de equitação e o matasse com vários golpes na cabeça, desde que sua outra mão estivesse ao redor do pescoço.
Mas Reiner não espera por misericórdia, no fim das contas. Só a eternidade de sofrimento para igualar com quanta dor já causou.
Por isso, infelizmente, teria que passar por isso pra sempre <3
“Você não tem mesmo salvação.” Resmungou, pegando na mesinha de centro da sua sala, que estrategicamente arrastou pro lado, um pente equino com cerdas finas e duras. “Mas eu vou te ajudar, Reiner. Vou te ensinar, amor.”
Continuou caminhando até a frente do corpo trêmulo. Sorriu ao ver que o loiro ainda estava de olhos fechados, as pálpebras inchadas pelo choro e o peito subindo e descendo de maneira irregular. Admirou a linha de pêlos que levava até o tufo loiro escuro bem aparado acima do membro rijo, sentindo seu núcleo aquecer ainda mais.
“Obrigado.” Ele chorou, sentindo sua presença. Braun inclinou lentamente a cabeça para frente, como se esperasse alguma repreensão. Mas só veio. Ao invés disso, você o puxou contra seu estômago e o deixou se escorar em seu corpo vestido, ouvindo-o soluçar e chorar ainda mais. Ia ficar com dor de cabeça.
E se fosse ter que cuidar disso, o que era cuidar do corpo todo de uma vez? Com um sorriso gentil que desmentia suas idéias sádicas, bateu com a parte lisa de trás do pente nas costas ardidas de Reiner, que se contorceu contra você.
“Eu nem estou olhando pro seu pau agora, mas posso imaginar o quanto ele está vazando, de tão patético que você é.” Sussurrou, dando-lhe outro golpe. “Consigo sentir que seu pré gozo está acumulando nas suas bolas, e que o vento deixa uma sensação de friozinho… As veias devem estar ainda mais saltadas agora. Deve estar tão escorregadio.” Murmurou antes de golpeá-lo uma terceira vez, fazendo o homem maior soluçar contra sua blusa fina e balançar ligeiramente o quadril, desesperado para sentir algum alívio naquela área tão dolorida. “Estou certa?” Perguntou com impaciência, batendo mais forte dessa vez.
“S-sim senhora!” Reiner quase gritou, embora a voz tenha sido abafada pelo seu corpo. Sorriu e virou o pente, passando gentilmente as cerdas duras pela área espancada.
“Hmm, estou excitada, amor.” Você choramingou, apertando levemente o pente. Quase imperceptível…. Se não fosse constante. “Imaginar você me deixa tão molhada. Mas estou cansada demais pra me masturbar.” Brincou, as cerdas duras beliscando a pele dele a ponto de doer neste momento.
Reiner tremeu, fungando para impedir que o ranho escorresse pelo nariz.
“Eu te chupo… Eu lambo sua... S-sua…” Ele suspirou, o corpo já tremendo de dor e antecipação.
“Com essa boca e nariz nojentos cheia de catarro?” Grunhiu, apertando com força o pente nele, que sibilou de dor e tentou se curvar para baixo como se isso fosse afastar as cerdas duras da pele sensível.
“Ai! N-não, eu…” Começou, a voz já embargando outra vez.
“Pelo amor, Reiner, você não pensa?!” Exclamou, tirando o pente da pele dele, que ficou funda com vários pontinhos vermelhos perto do ombro, e forçou pelos fios da nuca ele a se afastar de seu estômago. “Vou ter que me contentar com seu pau hoje.” Disse, como se não estivesse louca para isso desde o dia anterior. Reiner é tão grande, curvando de maneira a sempre atingir nossos lugares que a faz querer chorar de prazer. Não é como se tamanho fosse tudo, mas ele a faz se sentir tão cheia e completa.
“Eu vou fazer bem.” Ele sussurrou, as sobrancelhas levemente grossas tremendo para manter os olhos fechados. “Se me desamarrar, eu… Eu te faço gozar antes de mim dessa vez, amor. Prometo.”
“O que eu disse sobre não falar que vai fazer algo que não sabe se vai conseguir cumprir?!” Exclamou, fincando as unhas no couro cabeludo dele, que choramingou pateticamente. “Abra os olhos. Olhe na minha cara e diga que vai aguentar.”
E assim Reiner o fez, levantando às pálpebras com fome para beber de sua forma. Seu olhar bravo e cínico o fez gemer alto, os olhos dourados quase rolando para trás do crânio dolorido de tanto chorar.
“Vai aguentar olhar pra minha cara enquanto fode minha xoxota e me fazer gozar antes quando já está tão sensível?” Você quase riu da cara dele, que se torceu em choro outra vez. Reiner mordeu o lábio inferior e lentamente balançou a cabeça. Foi engraçado ver um homem grande, musculoso e barbado tão sensível e a sua mercê. “Fale. Quero ouvir.”
“Não, senhora.* Ele choramingou, os olhos já vermelhos se enchendo de novas lágrimas.
“Imaginei. Então fica sentadinho e deixa que eu me viro.” Disse, revirando os olhos enquanto o soltava e subia a saia, revelando um segredinho.
Reiner arregalou os olhos, vendo sua boceta descoberta. Não estava usando calcinha esse tempo todo. E seus lábios vaginais, tão brilhantes…. Ele gemeu audivelmente, fechando os olhos como um homem condenado para conter a vontade de se inclinar e lamber sua vagina encharcada. Você riu dele, se apoiando com uma única mão no ombro de Reiner enquanto descia lentamente, ficando com os joelhos nas laterais das coxas dele.
“Você quase gozou só de me ver. É sério isso? Quão patético um homem da sua estatura pode ser?” Brincou, rebolando lentamente acima de Braun, que inspirou profundamente ainda de olhos fechados ao sentir o roçar fantasma de suas dobras molhadas contra a glande igualmente chorona.
“Você é tão gostosa.” Ele choramingou, como se fosse uma resposta superlógica ao quão sensível e vulnerável é.
“Isso eu já sei.” Brincou, batendo de leve com a traseira do pente na bochecha dele, que abriu os olhos e gemeu, encarando suas orbes vidrado.
“Amor… Por favor. E-eu sei que não mereço depois de…”
“Então não ouse pedir.” O calou, batendo mais forte. Reiner se encolheu pelo impacto, mas assentiu obedientemente. “É no meu tempo. Sorte a sua que eu não aguento mais esperar.” Murmurou, para o alívio do homem faminto a sua frente.
Quando sua mão encontrou o pênis rijo por baixo do tecido da saia, Reiner jogou a cabeça para trás e gemeu, contraindo os músculos fortes para se manter parado enquanto você desliza para baixo, lentamente engolindo a cabeça inchada do maior. Centímetro por centímetro, sua boceta o tomou deliciosamente, fazendo-o derramar aquelas lágrimas fofas outra vez como se apenas isso fosse demais para suportar.
Você sentiu o quadril dele se mover, uma tentativa fraca de se lançar para cima e tirar algum alívio de seu núcleo ensopado. Em resposta, a parte traseira do pente voou pela bochecha e Reiner prendeu a respiração.
O pau dele pulou dentro de você.
“Amor, por favor…” Balbuciou, os ombros tremendo e os olhos brilhantes de lágrimas olhando-a como se implorasse pela vida. Uma marca vermelha começou a se formar lentamente no local de impacto e você cantarolou.
“Você gozaria só com isso, né, amor? Eu posso sentir. Se eu ficar aqui dando na sua cara e te chamando de vagabundo, você vai gozar rapidinho.” Riu, para o qual Reiner balançou a cabeça pateticamente, tentando negar sua afirmação.
“N-não, eu–” e então, outro golpe na cara, esse que o fez virar levemente o rosto molhado e gemer.
A respiração estava acelerada, o peitoral peludo e avermelhado subia e descia rapidamente. Você bebeu da visão de seu homem desmanchando.
“Quer testar?” Revirou os olhos, recebendo nada além de um soluço quebrado e um olhar delicado demais para um homem tão grande. E então você moveu o quadril. “Sorte a sua que quero muito gozar hoje, Reiner.” Grunhiu, rebolando no colo do maior que já estava sentindo as pernas dormentes antes de começar a fazer movimentos de vai e vem.
“Eu vou aguentar dessa vez.” Ele choramingou, se inclinando para chorar e gemer em seu ombro. As costas doem, ardem, mas de nada o importa quando sua vagina o aperta tão deliciosamente nesse momento. “Vou esperar.”
“É bom mesmo, querido.” Cantarolou, aumentando ligeiramente o movimento da cintura enquanto começava a ofegar, sentindo os pêlos da pélvis dele tocarem seu clitóris em certas investidas e o pênis curvo massagear sua parede. “Ou vou começar tudo de novo.”
Não foi surpresa para nenhum dos dois quando Reiner gozou pateticamente segundos depois, tremendo contra seu corpo como um homem sem salvação.
Would happily die in between your thighs, mf literally smothers himself between them. Will throw a fucking temper tantrum if you don't squeeze him hard enough in between your thighs. His eyes will light up if you wear a short skirt or really short shorts.
Will kiss your thighs until his lips are numb. Your thighs are almost always full of love bites, and a few light hickeys.
｡☆Eren Yaeger☆｡
All of them honestly
mf bites you. If you don't pay him attention 24/7 he will come out of nowhere after annoying you and stomping away when you don't pay any mind to him and sink his teeth in you. bro probably thinks he is a vampire.
He does make it up to you by placing kisses over the places he sank his teeth in until his lips are numb. Loves to lay face down on your thighs and between your tits. Bros head is heavy asf your thighs and tits will be numb after only 5 min of him laying on them. Will become even more emo if he can't smother himself in between your thighs or tits.
Will have stickers of thick thighs save lives(he stole them from Armin)
｡☆Reiner Braun☆｡
Everything
Will start crying when you ask him, he thinks that he doesn't show enough love for you and thinks you are insecure bc of him.
Will make a whole ass speech about how you should love yourself and say how much he loves all of you, will get on his knees and kiss you all over, tummy, thighs, knees, waist, tits just everything. Will literally go give you fucking hickeys on your ass, tits, thighs so you know how much he loves all of you.
He is too sweet he needs help
｡☆Porco Galliard☆｡
mf is twinning with eren
He lives sucking on your tits, he will literally bite your nipple to get your attention or just to be a cunt.
When you lay on your tummy he will immediately drop on your ass and fall asleep. I can't decide if he has a light or heavy head. Nah he has a heavy ass head, his fucking skull weighs a ton, so when he lays on your ass you will be numb for atleast a few hours.
｡☆Connie Springer☆｡
He loves titties
He had an obsession with your titties big or small he doesn't care, he will suffocate himself for them. Fucking loves sucking on them until his lips are numb even then he will keep sucking on them. He loves falling asleep on them he can't help it how would he not fall asleep when your tits are so soft and plushy. He will constantly leave hickeys on your tits. Loves to slide his head under your shirt to get a nice close look at your tits after a long day. Has too many photos of your tits on this phone, his phone is literally running out of space.
｡☆Jean Kirsten☆｡
All of you
He honestly just loves absolutely everything about you. Your eyes, nose, lips, teeth, neck, ears, hair, eyebrows, elbows, shoulders, arms, hands, fingers, thighs, knees, legs, waist, tummy, tits, ass, coochie, eyelashes and he will make this known for anything, everyone, everything.(I don't want to add feet or toes) but he probs gives you massages and shit. He really loves your ass, like just holding it and grabbing or just putting his hand on you thighs, he also loves laying laying his head on your chest to listen to your heartbeat and just feeling safe.
i just wanna teach inexperienced reiner how to kiss. i know he would try his best but he would make it so messy. imagine: you and reiner lay entangled in bed while his tongue explores his mouth. your tongue meets his with spit everywhere as he moans in your mouth. you can feel him rubbing against your thigh, humping you like a little puppy. you almost melt at how adorable he is. his thrusts before frantic and he whines into your mouth.
"did you just cum in your pants, rei?" you tease him, making him hide his face in your chest. "im sorry." he mumbles into your chest and you can't help but to chuckle.
Warnings: Roleplaying as pets, buttplugs, strap ons, foot job, sub!Reiner, Sub!Erwin, dry orgasm. I think that’s all?
Puppy Reiner is a doggy in heat so he needs to be treated as such.
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Imagine returning home from a hard day of work to find Reiner kneeling by the door naked save from a collar, fake dog ears and a buttplug with a fake dog tail. Of course, the buttplug would be the vibrating kind, the ones where you have the remote.
He’d be such a good boy, obediently sitting on the floor as you go take a shower. He’d be waiting for you to sit down and give your permission to hump your leg as you start the plug.
He’d whine and pant as the fabric of your trousers rubs against his sensitive cock once you give him the go ahead.
Slowly press your foot against his erection. Reiner loves being stepped on, so he’d love a foot job.
He’d whimper and beg for you until you stuff his mouth full with your cock/ let him lap at your pussy.
His eyes will roll back as he cums. As he comes down, let him lick your feet clean.
After that, fuck him while the plug is still inside him. Don’t worry, he’s a good doggy and you trained him well, he can take both your cock/strap on and the plug uwu
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Erwin wouldn’t be nearly as obedient as Reiner. He’s a kitty after all and kitties are independent.
He’d be a tease, sending you photos of the fake kitten ears and the long white tail attached to the plug when he knows you just got out of work.
He wouldn’t wait for you at the door, this kitty would be languidly stretched on the bed, plug buzzing away as he slowly plays with himself.
He’s such a naughty kitty, really.
He’d beckon you over and start nuzzling your stomach, purring seductively about wanting your cream. It would make you roll your eyes if it wasn’t for the fact that Erwin already moved your shirt and is lapping and suckling on your skin.
Just sit back on the bed and let him go to town.
He’d suck your cock/pussy like it’s the best treat ever, enjoying giving it kitten licks. He can go on for hours so be sure to tug him off.
Then, fuck him silly. And I mean cross eyed blank stare fucked silly. Uno Reverse card him and milk him until he’s having dry orgasms.
This kitty is a pillow princess so spoil him until he’s so out of it he can’t hear the sounds he’s making.
He won’t admit it but would cum quickly if you call him “my little meow meow”.
