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funeral-grayy · 2 years ago

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your entire life you had never had the urge to dominate someone. you never felt that sense of need to over power someone and be in full control. you've always been the meek shy submissive partner. but god, there's just something about reiner that makes you want to top him so badly. maybe its the way hes so sweet to you or maybe its the way he whines and groans when he's going down on you. either way, you wanted to be in control for once. you wanted to have him be the one begging to cum for once. you wanted to see tears of pleasure roll down his cheeks.

it was mid november, finally chilly outside and you sat in a cute little cafe pondering your current predicament. for 2 months, you've wanted to bring up being in control to reiner. its been clouding your mind night and day. letting out a sigh, you sunk deeper into the plush chair that was tucked in the back of the store. normally you both were extremely open and honest with each other, but this was a whole new ballgame. you have no idea how he'd react to the suggestion and that scared you. your overthinking mind had made up so many scenarios on how the conversation could go. was it even worth bringing up? when was the appropriate time to ask? what if he thought you were disgusting? oh god, what if broke up with you? breaking away from your thoughts, your head snapped in the direction of the bell above the door as it rang. the man of the hour strode in and the minute he spotted you, his whole face lit up in adoration. reiner was so goddamn in love with you, his face lit up like a christmas tree anytime you entered a room.

“why are you hiding all the way back here?” he asked as he took a seat across from you. he could tell something was up just by the way you kept fidgeting and the way your fingers shook as you tore apart the napkin in front of you. reaching across the table, he placed a hand over yours, stopping your hand from its ministrations. “baby, whats wrong?” his face held so much concern as he tightened his hold on your hand. oh god, the guilt you felt when you saw his face drop had your stomach in knots.

“oh god, this is so embarrassing.” you uttered as you wiggled your hand from his grasp, covering your face. you felt the heat rush up your neck and cheeks, more than likely red as a tomato now. without uttering another word, reiner got up from his seat and took the chair next to you, dragging it as close as possible and wrapping an arm around your shoulder.

“c’mon baby, you know you can tell me anything” he whispered, far too close to your ear. a shiver ran down your spine as you realized how close he actually was, his effect on you tenfold. how should you approach this? oh god, was this the wrong setting to do this? should you have just invited him over? well it was too late for that now and you could only hope you didn’t cause a scene in the cafe. uncovering your face, you glanced up at him, his eyes already gazing down at you. the look he was giving you was so soft and caring, your insides were turning at all the dirty thoughts you had running through your head. clearing your thoughts, you finally spoke.

“i want to dominate you in bed!” you whisper shouted, immediately covering your mouth and looking around to make sure no one had heard you. of course no one was even paying you and reiner any mind, the noise of the cafe drowning out your voice. biting your lip, you glanced up at your boyfriend, almost too scared to see his reaction. reiner’s eyes were wide and jaw dropped. he wasn’t even sure how he was suppose to process this. of course he wanted that, thats all he ever wanted but had always been to scared to outright ask you. his jaw clenched as he tried to place his mind elsewhere, the near thought of you being in control has his cock hardening in his pants. “reiner? oh god, you don't want that do you? oh god of course you dont! what boyfriend would want to give up-” before you could even finish your rambling, reiner had taken your hand and discreetly placed it on his cock, that was now painfully hard in his pants.

“oh” was all you said in response, not expecting that sort of reaction from your normally well composed boyfriend. you visibly gulped as you squeezed his length, the breathiest moan leaving his lips. as if you both realized you were in public, you removed your hand and he put a little bit of distance between the two of you. letting out an awkward cough, reiner finally spoke up.

“uh i mean, i think that my response was pretty obvious that i’d like that too” a blush adorn his cheeks as he spoke, trying not to make eye contact with you. he’d never been this shy with you, always so confident in everything he wanted and said. this was new for the both of you though, so there was more than likely more to discuss but for now, this was enough.

“why don’t we go back to yours and get that sorted out?” you suggest, nodding down to the crotch of his pants, where there was now a very visible bulge.

#reiner x reader #reiner braun x reader #reiner #reiner braun #aot #attack on titan #this should be interesting #reiner braun brain rot is real

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jeanslilslut · 4 years ago

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EAGER TO PLEASE

! ! ! MINORS AND AGELESS BLOGS DNI ! ! !

#︙pairings: reiner x reader

#︙warnings: smut, oral male receiving, fem!bodied, swearing, depresso reiner

in which reiner comes back from a long mission away drained and stressed. luckily, you are always eager to help.

☻ reblogs are appreciated ☻

smut under the cut my lovelies, enjoy ;)

Can’t stop thinking about how Reiner would come home from a long day of being a warrior, one insult away from punching Porco right in that blabbering mouth with what felt like the weight of all of Marley on his shoulders, and all he’d want is to indulge in you, feel every inch of you and more cause he could never get enough.

But most nights he comes home late and all he can do is sleep. He would sleep for days if it wasn’t for you and what you do to help relieve his stress. Every time he’d wake up fresh as a daisy after your talented hands worked their magic the night before, touching him just where he needed you the most, fingers that would smooth the stress away. This was one of those nights.

Reiner makes his way back to your home, feeling his body go limp with exhaustion from the previous battle. Even titan powers can’t seem to ease the drag of his limbs or the ache of his muscles. There's only one thing that can help with that and that is where he’s heading.

You’re already there, standing in the door frame, the night breeze blowing around your ankles. Reiner’s heart already feels a little lighter. His mother must’ve told you of his homecoming.

Thank god, he thinks.

Seeing you already up eases his guilt. He hates waking you up, using you just to soothe his desires and calm his mind. But no matter how late or how tired you are, you could never find it in your heart to say no to him. What can you say? You’re a sucker for him and you’ve fallen quite hard.

You greet him with a smile, pulling him into that tight hug you know he likes, and Reiner presses his face into the crook of your neck, letting your greetings and words of love wash over him and fade away as he takes a moment to breathe in your scent. The scent he has missed and thought about the most during long nights away from home. The person he couldn’t wait to get back to.

He’s here now and in your arms and that makes him all warm and fuzzy inside. The feeling only increases when your hands, soft and secure, cup his face, stress already melting away. And then your plush lips make their way over his face, kissing away all his worries and he sighs, leans into you as you swipe at teary lashes with soft fingers, whispering I love you’s between each kiss.

It’s late.

Reiner's missions seem to get longer and longer, and each time he comes back he’s exhausted. You can see this in the way he looks at you through heavy lids. His cheeks look hollow and dark circles gather under his eyes, but that same desire flashes through them.

He is tired and so are you, but it feels like years since it was just the two of you, and in the morning he could be dragged away once again, so you wont let this moment slip through your fingers. Instead you slip them around his neck and pull his lips to yours. He kisses you sweetly, letting you take the lead.

Reiner can’t take it. The growing warmth in his chest becomes hot to the touch and that scares him.

He didn’t know he could love so much, be loved so much, but here you are, loving him with every thing you’ve got. He knows he doesn’t deserve this, doesn’t deserve you. With the things his hands have done, he’s surprised he’s even allowed to touch you, something so pure and untouched by war or hate.

But you are so eager to please, so eager to help even after everything he has done, it makes his knees buckle.

God you’re too good for him, and he wishes he can give you what you deserve right now, wishes he can indulge you, make you shake and gush around him, but his body feels heavy with fatigue. You sense this and guide him over to the bed.

In seconds you’re straddling his lap, the friction is delightful as you circle your hips into his growing bulge. That earns you a groan that you swallow, and it encourages you to continue your movements, lips parting only to catch your breath.

How you have missed this. Missed the way he touches you, fingers leaving a searing trail in their wake. You want him bad, want him to stuff you full after being away from him, being empty for so long but he’s tired and you have something else in mind.

So you pull away from his lips and you’re slowly sinking to your knees, Reiner’s eyes seem to glisten as they follow your movements.

He is so in love.

When you’re face to face with his groin, you look up at him with those doe eyes as if to ask permission. Like you ever had to ask.

And he's nodding, all flustered and desperate to feel your touch, and that talented, warm mouth of yours. And God, seeing you like this, head in between his legs, sinful tongue darting out to wet those pretty lips, he could bust right on the spot, dick still in his pants.

But he keeps his cool and tries to concentrate on anything that isn't your hands and those skilful fingers that palm him through his pants. Believe me, he's trying his best.

You're fingers reach up and under his shirt lifting it a bit, making that delicious line of hair visible and you have to stop yourself from whining, carrying on with your assault. You explore his flesh which grows hot with anticipation and quickly replace them with your lips, leaving marks as you trail down towards the band of this pants.

Reiner swears it has been hours since you dropped to your knees and he's starting to get impatient. You feel his giddiness in the way his dick starts to twitch underneath your palm, the fabric of his pants growing unbearably tight.

The teasing becomes too much so you finally set him free, eager to see what you craved, what you dreamt about when you were alone. Once free from the restraints, his cock bounces out, springing towards his abs. The mere sight leaves your mouth watering.

It stands tall and proud, a pretty shade of pink contrasting with a bulging blue vein that runs along the side. Tip slightly red and leaking with precum, you can’t help but give it a tug and in return, a groan forces its way out of Reiner's mouth.

His sounds are heavenly and never fail to send a pool of wetness straight to your core. The sensation making you want to reach down and touch yourself, to relieve the ever growing ache between your legs, but tonight is about him. He will make it up to you like he always does.

You love seeing Reiner like this. His body is tense and you can tell he's holding his breath, watching and waiting as patiently as he can for your next move. You can practically see the steam rise off of him with how hard he is trying to restrain himself.

Saliva collects at the sides of your mouth causing it to tingle and you let a string of spit dribble down onto his dick, twitching and throbbing with want. The sight sends his mind racing and a small plea escapes his lips.

“Please, I need you.”

You could never deny him when he asks so sweetly, nothing but love when he looks down at you with those lust blown eyes.

So without a second thought, you lick and kiss at his length before sinking down, hand grasping around whatever you couldn’t fit. You gag at his girth and it sends vibrations straight through him. It knocks a groan from Reiner’s throat and has him tossing his head back and gripping at the sheets.

It feels so good and if he looks at you, he's sure it'll push him over the edge, so he screws his eyes shut. Tears spike his lashes with the way you wrap your lips around his cock so perfectly, throat clenching and protesting against his size. Spit runs down to his balls which you squeeze ever so nicely with each pump. It feels so much better than anything his hand could do.

Your spit wets his dick and makes lewd squelching sounds with each pump and drag of your mouth. The sound fills the empty space and Reiner's mind as he focuses on the feeling of your tongue as it curls around him, running over the tip every time you reach the top.

Out of habit, his calloused fingers slip into your hair and start scratching and tugging sending shivers down your spine and making you moan around him.

God, you needed this

How long had it been? Weeks? Months? It feels like years since the last time you were like this below him, Your hands running over the rivulets of muscle, nails digging into the flesh of his thighs to steady yourself as his hips start to buck into your mouth.

Wanting to see the effect you had on him, you look up through your lashes and catch a glimpse and the sight would leave you clenching around nothing. His eyes are screwed shut, sweat threatening to drip down his brow while desperate moans and curses fall from parted lips.

You’d know when he’s close cause his hips would start to stutter and he’d push you further down, his tip hitting the back of your throat.

When he’s like this, on edge with the events of the mission he never lasts long. He’s just too touch starved and desperate for release that he starts bucking his hips up to meet your mouth, chasing his own end.

And the way you gag as you’re throat tightens around his cock leaves him whining and groaning above you. You’re loving this just as much as he is.

“Fu-fuck! I’m close, fuc—so close! God baby don’t stop”

And you wouldn’t. His words spur you on to go deeper and faster and you swear you see stars when he bucks his hips one last time sending thick ropes of cum to the back of your throat.

Eagerly, you swallow all that he gives you, the tangy taste leaves your tastes buds tingling as you look up at the man you love. Heart swelling when he looks back at you and cups your face, fingers swiping at the tears you didn’t know were there.

You lean up then and crawl onto him, kissing at his skin as you go until you’re face to face with the man below you and you reach forward, lips pressing a kiss to the tip of his nose. That makes him smile and a blush spreads over his cheeks, he hopes you don’t notice in the dark of the room. But you do and it pulls at your heart strings.

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souhheythere · 4 years ago

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Armin brainrot go brrrrrrr

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pinkmirth · 4 years ago

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can i req some dad reiner fluff? i feel like he would have a lot of kids bc of the breeding kink 🥴 but yeah just some cute stuff pls thank uuuu!!

THE THOUGHT OF REINER BEING FATHER JUST DOES SOMETHING TO ME I- AJHSJS

THANK YOU SM FOR REQUESTING, ANON!! LET'S GET CAUGHT UP IN THE REINER BRAINROT TOGETHER <3

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—DAD REINER!

(MODERN AU + MENTIONS OF PREGNANCY + FEMALE BODIED READER + FLUFF + SLIGHTLY SUGGESTIVE + REINER BEING THE BEST DAD EVER DUH + TW: SLIGHT LANGUAGE)

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Dad Reiner who was such a hot mess moments before he became a father to begin with. The pair of you are situated inside a hospital room, occupied with things much bigger than a sprained ankle. He stood alongside you, his beloved, all the while; Encouraging your efforts and attempting to ease your pain with the squeeze of your hand within his bigger one. As fretful as he feels, it's no surprise that Reiner ends up passing out a good few times, and he wasn't even the one in labor. Though, the hard part is now over, and all his worry has subsided.

Dad Reiner who recalls whimpering, weakly grinning, and eventually bawling of joy when holding his child for the first time. You'd never seen his cries mingled with such joy before. He cradles yours and his newborn within firm forearms and large, mindful hands. The pair of you sob and smile, ogle your baby with a relieved, content thrum in your heart. You allow Reiner to attempt squeezing into the hospital bed beside you, as broad and weighty as he is, with your child being held right between you and him. He’s a hot mess, but an overjoyed one who has you; and little Reiner x [Y/N] junior 🥺

Dad Reiner who converses with you for days before ultimately deciding on a name for yours and his daughter— Joyce Braun. He contemplated on “Karina”, the name of his dear mother. Though, he wants his little girl to be better than any past generation, and rather goes with a more revitalizing name, one that holds a simple, but deep meaning in his perspective. As obvious as it sounds, the name means “Joyful”. That's all he wants; for his kid to be happy in this life, happier than he ever was. Therefore, he bases her name, the root of his dear child’s identity, on cheerfulness.

Dad Reiner who tends to grow somewhat frustrated. Not with you of course, not even with Joyce’s incessant wailing in the early hours of the morning, but with himself. It wasn't as though he did anything wrong, he simply hopes that he won't. Begs himself not to fuck up with this whole “Parent” thing. If it wasn’t clear enough, Reiner wants to be nothing like his own father. He’ll never, ever shoo his child away and disregard them, but instead use those same hands to hold, guide, and lift them up. It doesn't take long for the blonde to snap out of his funk, because he's sure that he can become all the better for the sake of his little family.

Dad Reiner who wakes to your still, ethereal-like form every morning, and it's enough to make his day. A kiss to your neck, a nibble along your earlobe, and a couple repetitive rubs to your waist and thighs are enough to stir you right awake. And if that isn't the case, then it's usually the other way around; You pressing soft, lengthy kisses to his sharp, attractive cheekbones. Despite who arises first, there’s always one thing that's bound to happen— Joyce making her arrival into the bedroom via crawl, with a babble and a cute, happy little shriek upon seeing her parents.

The pair of you have no clue as to how she manages to make her way over to your room every time, but you're simply glad that she does so safely. It's Reiner’s cue to leap out of bed and scoop her off of the carpet and into his awaiting arms, clad in nothing but a white tee and the baggiest sweats. He appears disheveled, but it's still clear to see the main striking similarity between him and his pretty little daughter; Those amber brown eyes that hold the same warm, yellowish hue as his do.

He rocks the giggling one-year old, back and forth and right back again, gazing upon his squirming bundle of joy until you mention that he’s been doing so for a whole ten minutes. He grows sheepish and merely chuckles in reply, resting Joyce’s head upon his firm chest with a sigh. He could do this for ten hours more if it were up to him.

Dad Reiner who knocked you up a couple more times, and real damn good at that. There’s something of a breeding fetish that he’s got on him, which is the reason why your little family is now two kids larger. There’s Joyce, who’s now seven years old, along with her two baby brothers, the pair being a mere one year apart from the other. You and Reiner no longer have to worry about checking on Joyce in her crib, for she sleeps on her own bed now, like the “big girl” she claims to be.

Though, the boys now have you both occupied, and you’re lucky to have an older daughter who’s so understanding and rarely ever grows jealous. Joyce, your girl who’s on more of the rambunctious side but ironically never pleads for attention, has been spending much more quality time with Reiner. Both you and him are busy with the boys, but the blonde tends to have free time on his hands every now and then. Besides, someone’s got to keep Joyce company.

Reiner happily obliges, and makes this father-daughter time worthwhile. Wholesome picnics to the park that always end in races back to the car and Reiner being a damned klutz and dropping his sandwich. Having a “spa day”, filled with Reiner’s not-so-great attempts at doing his girl’s hair, messy manicures and a hefty bag of makeup that Joyce “borrowed” from you. He spoils the girl as if the lot of you are rich (and since Reiner’s always got a hefty load of spare cash, you technically are), but he wouldn’t have it any other way.

Dad Reiner who’s a lot more used to this “dad” thing now, since it’s been a couple good years down the line. You and him have amazing bonds with each of your kids, but they seem to latch onto Reiner’s large, broad body at any given time a lot more than they do you. Joyce is twelve, the brothers are five and six, and Reiner’s officially a DILF— The finest one at that. His stubble stays nicely trimmed, along with the subtle creases at his eyes becoming a little more distinctive. Goes to work, and sometimes takes the kid’s lunches instead of his own, because that's just the Reiner Way.

He’s the ultimate father in practically every situation, even when looking out for peers and comrades. He doesn’t mean to, it’s just that habits easily stick with Reiner, and it’s rather difficult for him to let them go. Besides, with three kids, how do you expect him to not be in “dad mode��?

Dad Reiner who utterly loves having random little talks with his kids, and never invalidates them, not for one second. It’s almost as though he can see things in their perspective, and they don’t know anyone else better to vent to other than their dad and mom. Though, when they tend to babble on about something that’s rather popular within their generation, it gets hard for him to catch up. They proceed to call him “old” and receive a good chase around the house before they get caught and looped into a tickle attack, and that's basically the worst thing imaginable if you’re in the Braun family. The reason being is Reiner’s unparalleled speed, despite his age; Thirties to early forties, but he’s still extremely fit, and has no problem running a mile if he has to.

Dad Reiner who’s in love with his family and the person they’ve gradually helped him become. You cherish him and your kids like none other, and he does the same. Sometimes it abruptly dawns on him; He’s a dad, and he’s actually a good one, who would’ve known? He smiles to himself, allowing his amber eyes to flit over to wherever you are before his soft grin grows wider. You look back, blow a kiss, and he does the same. The action is exchanged before he strides over to give you the real deal— Though, your sweet little peck is all cut short when Joyce and the boys skip in and start making kissy noises, with you and Reiner laughing all the while.

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“Papa,” Gale, the youngest son of the bunch, calls aloud and gains his father’s attention. Reiner peers up from his book and gives a brief, questioning response. “Yes, dove?” It’s a simple, sweet nickname; One that he calls you, Joyce, and the boys.

“Mommy’s in the bathroom crying.” The blonde drops his novel with an punctuating hitch of his breath, the book falling upon the couch with a dull thump. “—Why? Is she alright?” Reiner, the man who generally keeps himself rather poised, is now frantic, sharp brows downturned at his son's statement.

“Uh, I dunno. She’s crying, but smiling too.” This then causes Reiner’s brows to furrow. “Smiling, you say?”

“Yeah. Can we go out to get ice cream today? I wanna get, uh.. Chocolate chip, please!”

Reiner lets a brief laugh slip loose at Gale’s query, but he has to prioritize his wife over a summertime snack. He then begins to make a beeline towards the bathroom, in search of you. “Soon enough, dove. I’ve got to go up there and check on your momma first, alright—?”

Gale then shrugs and hops onto the couch, little feet padding along the spacey seat as the leather creases underneath his weight.

“By the way, Papa,” Reiner then pauses, open to any vital information his son could give, “she has this funny stick thingy in her hand. It’s got two little lines on it and stuff.”

Reiner chokes on his breath, lower lip beginning to tremble and quirk into a smile. If the case is what he thinks it is, he’s got all the reason to bust out with the teary eyes and jovial whimpers, just as he did when receiving the news of his three expected children in the past.

“A stick..?”

“Mhm,” hums Gale, proceeding to jump upon the dark brown couch, “Mama probably wants some chocolate chip ice cream too.”

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