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sugawara-levi · 2 years ago

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What you get

Dom!Reiner x fem!reader

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cw: “daddy”, “baby-/ good girl”, “slut”, vaginal sex, unprotected sex, punishment sex, cum inside, commands, praising, degrading (light), claiming, drooling, moaning/whimpering (you), pussydrunkReiner

He’s really just a softie for you even when he tries not to be. Consensual claiming. The ending is sweet though. (lmk if I missed anything)

“Wanna suck on daddy’s cock?”

You had gotten home from work too early, he hadn’t finished his business with the boys yet, this was punishment.

But it felt more like the opposite.

“Then you gotta work hard for it, baby.”

“Show me some more, baby”

On his command you spread your legs wider, pleasuring yourself.

“Show me your tits.”

You lift your shirt with one hand, the other still stroking your cunt.

“Hmm”

“Good girl.”

His words are like candy to your ears, sweet like sugar, making you feel so good. So powerful. You can do anything at daddy’s command.

“Mmh making me feel good too, getting all hard in my pants”, he grabs his bulge, very visible in his tight jeans, legs spread wide on the couch over you.

“You want a taste, baby? You want a taste of daddy’s cock?”

“Mmhmn!” is the best you can get out as a response. Your juices dripping down on the floor under you.

“Okay baby, come have a bite of my dick.”

Eagerly you inch closer, lips parted, tongue out, ready for anything he offers.

He undoes his belt, his button, his zipper. Exposing his big dick to you.

You want to jump right on it, but know only too well that you should wait for his say-so.

He teases you, gives a sly smile as he slowly strokes his length, knowing how impatient you are. Your eyes are puppy-like when he looks at your face. You look so fuckable right now. With your tongue out like that, salivating just at the sight of his dick. He has half a mind to just bend you over and give it to you right away. But there wouldn’t be any fun in that, would there?

“Here you go baby, all yours.” He lets go of his dick and leans back against the sofa cushions, arms propped up on its back. His eyes never leave you as you get to work. Watching your pretty head bop up and down on his dick, seeing your eyes water while trying to get more of him down in your throat. He loves this sight.

“Tch, don’t hurt yourself darling.”

A hand comes down to wipe at your tears as you nearly choke on him. Mascara running everywhere. You let go of his dick with a bop, mouth still open. You know not to close it too soon when he’s using you like this.

He puts the thumb he used to wipe your tears in his mouth. Your tears are his tears, the taste of you trying so hard for him, he loves it. So do you.

The same thumb comes back down to your face and lands in your open mouth.

“Suck.”

And you do. You suck his finger as you did his cock, but with more comfort, you don’t have to struggle with the size of this one. Your eyes are locked as you work your tongue around, sucking, taking all of his thumb, then just the tip of it. His cock jumps in amusement.

He pulls out his thumb, a long string of spit coming along with it. Some of it slaps back against your face as the string breaks, the rest he uses to coat his dick.

He gives it a couple of pumps again and pushes down at the base of his cock. Giving a sharp inhale before resumeing his former position, draped against the back of the sofa.

You know your place and continue what you’d already started.

Wrapping your lips agains his beautiful cock you get to work once again. You can feel the underside of his head against your tongue as you start hollowing out your cheeks. A bit slower this time, more controlled, but still sloppy from the spit you gathered while sucking at his thumb. You work your way down, careful not to break the vacuum. You can only take so much of him without choking completely. And back up, focusing on the head. It’s agonising. You want to touch yourself again, but you know, you know you are not allowed to. This is punishment after all.

You can feel all of him inside your mouth, the edge of his head, the part right after where the foreskin has stretched out, and his veins, pumping, thick with the blood rushing through his erection. You can taste the saltiness of pre-cum at the back of your mouth as you push his dick against your palate, letting it scrape against your teeth as you move again.

He hisses. A hand comes down to grab at yor hair and he bites his lips for a minute.

“Ah,” he sights, letting the air back out.

You look up at him, huge, innocent eyes. Contrasting the lewd scene you’re displaying, with his dick far down your throat. You’re pushing it, you know. It’s punishment, but you can’t help it, you want to tease him too.

He hums for a bit, amused, before a closed-mouthed chuckle comes out.

Once more a pop, as you let go of the vacuum. Once more, spit every as you let go of his cock.

“Reiner.” you mewl.

“You should see yourself baby, so pretty for me. So dirty for daddy.”

“Reiner.” His name is all you can think really, the only thing that comes to mind.

“I believe that’s, daddy, to you baby.”, he smirks.

“Daddy.”

You’re desperate, for anything.

“What baby? You have to use your words baby, daddy can’t understand his little girl without words.”

“Reiner, Daddy, please. Please, I wan’t you inside me, want to feel you. No more punishment, please daddy.”

He could have resisted if he wanted to, or maybe his resolve wasn’t as strong as he liked to think. It was almost impossible for him not to give into the look you were giving him. Kneeling on the floor in front of him, legs sprawled to the sides, har messy, eyes pleading. He wanted to fuck you too.

“Good girl. Very well. I’ll give you what you want for now. Get up and turn around.”

You did as you were told and stood back facing him. Without warning he grabs for your hips, pulling them close to him.

“Bend forward please darling.” It’s not really a request.

With your legs spread for balance, bendt forward over the floor and your butt sticking out behind you, you feel vulnerable. As soon as you’re steady enough he pulls you right down onto his cock. Just the tip first, letting you adjust for a bit, before he pushes you down hard. You let out a scream, it hurts, but it’s good. And you have to steady yourself with your hands on the floor so as not to fall over when he takes control of your lower body.

“Bounce in my dick, baby. Bounce on it.”

Regaining your balance you put your hands on your knees to make it more manageable. And you move your hips up and down, up and down. It feels good, of course. His dick pressing into your walls. But this isn’t for you, it's for him. Your pleasure is just a bonus.

He helps you, steadies you with his hands and helps you move on his dick. Pushing you up and down.

He groans.

You whimper.

“Good girl. Taking me so well.”

The compliment only serves to make you whimper even more. He notices, of course, and chuckles.

“You like that baby?”

“You love daddy’s thick cock, don’t you?”

“Like it when I make you feel like a dirty little slut? Daddy’s little girl?”

“Mmn mhmm”

Suddenly he’s pushing up into you.

He liked it too apparently, when he made you feel good.

You topple over, not able to stay upright against the force of his thrust. Your knees crash hard against the floor, hands and elbows bruising at the fall, ass up in the air.

“Ah!” You let out, surprised at the sudden pain of the fall. For a brief second you notice how empty you feel now that he’s not in you, now that you had just adjusted to the feeling. But it’s not for long

Before you can properly process what happened he’s over you again. You turn your head to the side so you can see him. He’s kneeling behind you, positioning his dick right before your entrance, letting out an urgent hiss as he slams your ass down on him again.

“Shit.” He holds you still for a moment, holding back an orgasm. He was just so hard, and seeing you so willing and sloppy is the only thing in the world that can turn him on this much. It’s hard with you, holding back. He just wants to devour you, make you his, own you. Break you till he knows no one else can ever be good enough for you. No one’s dick beside his can ever satisfy you. He needn’t worry though. If only he could look into your head he would know that you’re already far too gone for that.

“Fuck, baby.” He’s positioned behind you, your head pushing down on the carpeted floor, slamming into you.

“You feel so good on my dick.” His brain is lost in your warm cunt. No thoughts other than of your walls surrounding his cock. You’re no better. All you can do is let out shaky breaths between his advances, seeing stars as your eyes roll to the back of your head.

The room is filled with your moans, his breath, the lewd sound of flesh hitting flesh, and the smell of sweat.

You can feel him hitting the roof of your insides. His head hitting the same spot over and over again. Pulling almost all the way out, and then slamming back in again, pausing for a brief second before the moment is repeated. Your ear is flat against the floor, eyes looking back at him.

You’re all warmed up now, it’s not too tight any more, it’s easy now. You can hear how wet you are, but also feel how tired your body is becoming. You can’t keep this up for much longer, feeling the numbness that comes with an upcoming orgasm.

He’s tired too, the speed decreases a bit as his striking form breaks. He lets out a loud grunt, body falling over you, hands landing on either side of your head, keeping him up. His hair is damp from sweat, so is yours. He’s closer now, head almost right over yours. Your eyes meet his, and you can feel the hunger in them through your bones. You almost shudder at the power the mere look holds over you.

He grabs your hair by the roots and pulls your head up from the floor, holding your ear close to his mouth. His breath is loud in your ear, so are his words.

“You wanna cum baby girl?”

“Or do you just like to look at daddy fucking you?”

“Which is it?”

With your neck craning like that you can’t really utter any words, you just whimper.

“Hm?”

You try again, still no words come out, but a desperate cry, almost like a wounded animal. Writhing in his grasp. You need him. And he knows.

“Both, huh?”

“Ng”

“Okay baby girl, okay, watch me fuck you till you cum in my dick. Till your pretty little cunt cums all over my dick.”

The compliment makes you tremble even more. He lets go of your head so he can get back to fucking you sensless. You still try all you can to keep eye contact. Craning your neck till it hurts, so you can see his face as he gets lost in you.

His eyes never leave yours as he uses all the energy he has left, slamming so hard into you that you can hardly feel your lower body any more. Still, you’re moaning in time with his every thrust.

He loses speed and you know he’s getting close, his breathing getting louder and more rugged. You’re so close too, your legs shaking, you can hardly keep them up any more. Still looking into his eyes, you let out a long, shaking moan, but it sounds more like a cry.

His pupils grow, if possible, even darker. With a final push your name rolls off his lips.

“Y/n.”, and that’s it for you.

You almost scream as waves of pleasure roll through your body from your core. Your legs are shaking violently, and you see white for what feels like half an hour, but is probably a mere second. When you come to again you hear him grunting over you, into your ear almost. Pumping his load into you, claiming you. You’re his now, always have been, always will be.

When both of your breaths have calmed down a bit he pulls his softening dick out of you, and your body falls to the floor at once. No strength left to hold it up. You turn yourself over to the side, head looking right up at him, and he falls right on top of you. You’re left a breathless pile of bodies. Where yours ends and his start you can’t really tell. But it doesn’t matter. He rolls over to the side, an arm pulling you close to him. Apparently that one belonged to his body.

You lay like that, two bodies, breathing into each other, on the floor. Until sleep gets the best of you, too tired to speak, too tired to think.

“You get what you deserve, y/n” you can barely make out, before the world collapses around you.

And it’s true. You do get what you deserve, you get him.

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keischreiber · 8 months ago

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Are there any reinerxreader fics you can recommend?

Oh dang, I do. But they are all here on tumblr because I haven't been on AO3 in such a long time.

Here are some fluffy things that I recommend:

Reiner helping the reader sleep by @hangesbestie

Evening with you by @dompubliczn (I don't know if this can be considered smut, but it's very soft and fluffy, more than anything.)

I do have NSFW favorites too. I'll put the links here, but if you have any triggers, please read through their Trigger Warnings first. I think the writers of these works are absolutely great.

Don't Say It's Unholy by @dollwrites

Dividing Lines by @jujubean90

Sadly, I can't find the one where Reiner is a priest. That was also really good. If I find it, I'll reblog it.

#Bean and Sonny - Answered Anon #reiner braun #reiner #reiner x oc #reiner x yn #reiner x reader #fic recommendations #aot #snk #attack on titan #shingeki no kyojin #I still think about Don't Say It's Unholy #The way it makes me feel things

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scumbagjaeger · 2 years ago

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Rating: 18+ mdni!

Whatever you do, do not imagine Porco realizing he has a breeding kink after inheriting the Jaw Titan (but in an angsty way)

Imagine knowing the Warriors, being friends with Reiner and the others but Porco always hating you for some reason? Like the constant bickering between you two, nothing you say will ever be right in his eyes, etc. You're friends with them all but you're vocal about how heartbreaking their line of work is. Thirteen year lifespan? Porco's adamant that it's their duty to protect and serve Marley, and that it's their legacy to do so, but their abandoning their families and giving up the chance to have families of their own? He just thinks your selfish for putting your own needs before your country.

After Fort Slava, Porco and the other Warriors return, now Porco has inherited the Jaw Titan and there's is a power and honor that he has, but he does feel the weight of his choice as well, and sometimes it keeps him up at night when he thinks about the clock that has started counting down in his mind? And about what you had said about legacy?

Sometime during the first battle in Liberio, Porco is in his titan form and he spots you rushing into a building that's too close to the fighting for his comfort, and he feels an overpowering urge to scream, to emerge from his titan and pull you out of there himself, before you get hurt. But then you're quickly running out, holding a child in your arms? He watches you bring the crying infant to the mother and father. They envelop you with open arms and are crying too, thanking you for saving their child, just moments before the house you were in gets crushed as the battle continues. He thinks about that at night too, how you risked your life to save another. He also can't get the imagine of you holding that child so close to your chest. He remembers you smiling as you discussed your desire for a child someday, and rather shamefully he can feel his chest tighten, a familiar pool of heat forming in his abdomen as he lets his thoughts wander.

Days later, you're with the Warriors again, still fazed with how close you were the warfare and the brutality of it all, and Porco can't even look at you because he's realizing now how close he got to losing you? But you're not even his, what is he talking about. He excuses himself from dinner as soon as you set your plate down next to him, and he can feel your gaze on him as he heads to his room.

Not too long after, there's a knock on his door and it's you, and it's like a dam has opened up. He unleashes everything onto you. How stupid are you, you could have gotten yourself killed, what is he supposed to do with himself if you're gone. It slips out before he can even think about it, but you're holding him, trying to calm him down because somewhere during his meltdown at you he's begun to cry, but he can't help himself from grabbing your jaw and bringing your lips to meet his.

When he feels your hands make their way through his hair, he wastes no time leading you to his bed, not breaking the kiss for a second until you are both panting for air, your back pressed against the cool sheets on his bed and he's already undoing the buttons on your shirt. He's not thinking straight, too delirious and drunk on you to even remove it entirely, so he undoes as many buttons as he can manage before dipping his hand under your shirt and letting the other hand tug down your pants.

Do not think about how messy and sporadic he would be desperately clinging to you as he ruts you into the mattress, biting and leaving marks up and down your body that he wants to stay forever. He wants to stay in your forever, buried deep inside you as your legs are wrapped around him, eyes rolled back and you're letting the prettiest sounds escape your lips.

The request probably falls out of his mouth before he can even process it, all in one go, can-I-cum-in-you and he can hardly contain himself as he hears you whine back yes, please, Porco, cum inside me.

Do not imagine him letting out a whimper when he cums, letting his head fall in the crook of your neck as he shakes, trying to fill you up as much as possible. Not long afterwards he feels your walls tighten around him as you climax and he continues to thrust into you, helping you ride out your orgasm while feeding his own arousal once more.

He'd beg you to let him fuck you once more, just to fill you up further with his cum, and to make sure he's put a baby in you. His logic is already out the window but his hands find their way to your jaw and he kisses you so gently as he begs to breed you. His body shakes at the idea and he rambles, half out of his mind in post sex haze and delirium as he babbles about putting a baby in you, his baby, making you his and giving you that child that you so desperately want.

And you let him fuck you again, bringing another orgasm out of the both of you that makes him ache. If you feel your neck start to moisten, the cloth of your shirt dampening as he cries into it, you never say anything. You rub his back and kiss his hair as he fucks into you with the last of his strength, even staying buried in you for a moment after.

After he finally pulls out, he stays in between your legs, resting on top of you, holding you so close it's almost like he's melting into you. He might even snake a hand down and coax his cum back into you as it seeps down your thighs.

Do not think about the type of pillow talk you have with Porco afterwards, where he tells you that you should leave Liberio and find somewhere safer. He promises that he'll find you, no matter where you go, and that maybe you two can even run away together. He'll promise that you'll never work another day in your life and that he'll keep you safe, always.

Whatever you do, do not think about the quiet voice that fills the room as Porco looks up at you and asks, "if it's a boy, d'you think we can name him after Marcel?", and do not think about how his eyes light up when you agree. And do not think about waking up as he's preparing to leave in the morning, promising to be there, but then he's not. Do not think about Reiner looking at you with dread as you ask him where Porco is after the next battle in Liberio. Do not imagine waking up alone the days to come.

#I feel really weird about tagging my friends in this so I won't oops #like ece and rose both just posted about porco and got me thinking about this but I can't be like #hey this is inspired by my friends! *SEX SEX SEX*#idk is that just me?#I was going to write a fic about this #maybe I still will #in the fic reiner would end up falling for YN and end up taking care of the baby with her though oop #porco galliard #mdni #porco galliard x reader #porco galliard smut #mine

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potofstewie · 2 years ago

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Cowboy

The Lowdown: Yer cowboy has been working hard at his Rodeo Competitions so It's only fair to reward him for a job well done.

The things to know: AFAB! Reader, oral (m. recieving), cowboy, creampie, praise praise and more praise, swears, petnames, breeding kink, reiner being the beefy cowboy he is, dom! Reiner, encouragement (take a shot every time you read the word "yer")

Pairing: Cowboy!Reiner x Black f!Reader

W/C: 2.4K

A/N: I had a cowboy Reiner fic that was originally supposed to be a surprise for @chrollohearttags cause to me she's the head honcho for all things Country!Reiner and I wanted to dedicate a lil sumn sumn for her enjoyment but the brainrot got too strong and I told her lmao. I tried to write this as country as I could so hope y'all enjoy!

THIS JUMPS STRAIGHT INTO THE SMUT SO EVERYTHING IS UNDER THE CUT AS A PRECAUTION

“There you go, Darlin’. Nice and easy..that’s it.” With a soft gag, your mouth finally reached the base of Reiner’s dick, nose brushing against his dark fuzz. A deep groan resounded in his chest as you moved your head, taking him all to the best of your abilities. His large, work worn hands grabbed the back of your head and moved you faster, soft gags leaving your pretty and fucked out throat. “That’s my baby..” Another groan left Reiner’s lips as your acrylic nails lightly grazed his thighs, the light touch sending shockwaves into his body and causing him to slightly lean back on the bed.

He loved it when his sweet girl rewarded him for a job well done after every rodeo. Every time he would compete he’d always wear that black cowboy hat you loved so much and would always snatch a gloss covered goodluck kiss from you right before getting out there. That’s how y’all met in the first place; at one of his rodeo competitions when he was about to take his turn in steer wrestling but started late once he saw you looking at him with those hypnotic eyes. He could’ve lost because of you but no matter how many times he thought back on it, he would lose a million rounds if it meant he could even stand next to you, two million for you to say hi to him.

For you, something about seeing such a burly man kick up the dirt as he held onto the horns of a running bull for dear life and seeing him turn it on its back did something to you. Especially when he’d get up, covered in dirt and send a lil wink your way, a giant grin decorating his sweaty face. To the other ladies in the roaring crowd, they all swooned and screamed to high heaven anytime he was eyeing the crowd, hoping and praying that he’d cast a smile or loving gaze their way. But little did they know, all that sweet smilin’ , winkin’ and even cheesy blown kisses were all aimed on you.

You loved all the aspects of this cowboy, but seeing him in action added a lil something extra to your love. The way he lifted hay bales with ease, how he always looked good even when dirt or mud covered him. How the veins and muscles of his arms flexed and bulged anytime he lassoed a loose bull, concentration and furrowed brows on his face. All that and more had a hold on you something fierce. But those things hit you even harder whenever you two got intimate after a successful Rodeo. It was a ritual at this point and you both loved it.

“Look at me, sugar.” Obeying the command that was drenched in his honey coated Texan Drawl, you gazed up at your cowboy through tear heavy lashes; muscled and hairy chest heaving with every groan and grunt that he gave out, nonverbal praises that made your pussy flutter. A sly smile was present on his reddened face, his black cowboy hat sitting neatly on his head. “There’s those pretty eyes I love so much. You look so perfect right now, baby, I love it.” With a soft push to your head, your mouth met with his pelvis bone once more, his hands keeping you there for a few seconds before easing up on you. “Good girl, doing so well fer me. You always know how to treat me right fer a job well done..” A soft hum in agreement left your throat as you felt your pussy throb at his saccharine words.

With a soft pop, your sweet cowboy released himself from your warm and inviting mouth; libidinous hazel eyes watching the sticky mix of spit and precum slowly travel down your chin. You released a satisfied hum as you wiped your lips with your thumb before licking it, big doe eyes not once leaving Reiner’s face. Your cowboy ran a rugged hand down his face, absolutely enchanted by your gaze and the lewd act you did. No words were necessary on what he wanted to do next, a flash of determination on his flushed face was all you needed to see to rise up from your kneeled position.

Straddling him, Reiner’s pink lips crashed into your two-toned ones with fervor as his rough hands kneaded your plump ass and positioned you right where he wanted you. A sweet moan escaped your lips as you felt his leaking tip slowly enter you, your warm cunt inviting him eagerly despite the tight squeeze. “Fuck Rei…s’too big for me..” You whined softly while his hands squeezed your waist, pulling you down gently. No matter how many times y’all fucked, you could never get used to his size; his thick and veiny dick always made it feel like your first time.

“You can do it baby, I know you can.” Taking his hat off and placing it on your head, another grunt left his mouth as he tried to keep himself under control, your tight grip on his cock practically urging him to thrust wildly upwards. Even though his lifestyle as a cowboy called for him to be aggressive and strong majority of the time, Reiner can’t help but be absolutely gentle with you as if he was handling delicate flowers. In the world of rodeos and farming, you were the only source of gentleness that he craved. “Always doin’ right by yer cowboy..” And with his last word Reiner released a low moan as you finally took him in all in, cock twitching at the enveloping warmth and the soft whine that escaped your plump lips.

Scooting back on the bed and laying down, the cowboy’s burly arms wrapped around your waist and pulled you in closer, lips instantly attaching to yours as he slowly thrusted upwards. Soft moans that left you were timed with each deep thrust, your pussy gradually getting used to his size. “Always cheerin’ me on at my Rodeos..wearing that cute pink hat I got fer you, fuck...you know how to treat a man, right mamas?” His deep and sultry words felt as though they were seeping through your skin and traveling down to your pussy, a tightening grip on his cock being a nonverbal answer to his words.

“Mmmnh, Reiii I- Ah!” Your whine was sharply interrupted as you felt Reiner’s hips snap up with force, his tip kissing your cervix. With a tighter hold on your waist, he pistoned his cock into your dripping pussy, your cream coating his length in a matter of seconds. Your once soft mewls escalated into loud gasps and moans as the noisy claps of your ass meeting his skin filled the air. Holding onto his chest for dear life, you couldn’t help but let your mind turn into mush with every powerful thrust your cowboy rewarded you with. The squelching of your stretched out pussy did nothing but encourage your cowboy further, his hazel eyes not once leaving your face and drinking in your fucked out expression; an agape mouth and furrowed brows decorating your beautiful face.

“Shit mama, yer makin’ a mess on my dick..You feel good ridin’ yer cowboy?” Reiner’s tantalizing voice that you loved so much called out to you and you tried your damnedest to answer but your voice was pushed out of you with every bruising kiss his cock gave to your cervix. A sharp slap was gifted to your ricocheting ass evoking a yelp from you before you felt a calloused hand rub the now sensitive spot. “Answer me baby..tell papa how yer feelin’..” A deep moan left your burly cowboy as he squished your heated cheeks to focus your lustful gaze on him, his free arm holding you with an iron grip keeping you in place.

“Feelsh sh’good papa..got me creamin’ for you..” You let out with a sugary sweet whine that melted your sturdy man to the core. Pleased with your slurred answer, he let go of your face and slapped your ass once more sending a shock through your body.

“Damn baby, yer pussy feels so good taking me in like this..o-oh shit..” The cowboy let out a choked moan escape him as he reveled in how good his dick felt being squeezed by the tight confines of your gaping cunt. You didn’t know how much more you could take, your tear-blurred vision gaining black spots as you felt your orgasm approaching steadfast. With Reiner’s hands snaking their way down to your ass to spread your cheeks apart, you found your opening and sat up slightly; acrylic nails digging into his chest as you held on for dear life. Keeping his fast and aggressive tempo, Reiner could tell from your screwed shut eyes that you were close.

“C’mon sugar, don’t close ‘em..I wanna see those pretty eyes when you cum all over this dick..” His smooth like whiskey voice had a vice grip on you as you opened your eyes as best as you could, your lids only peeling back halfway causing you to bask in all that man’s glory; hair sticking to his forehead and that ever so sly smirk plastered on his face. “There you are, pretty..” With a choked gasp, you felt him reward you with another sharp thrust; your fucked out mind thinking of nothing but your ravenous need to feel him fill you up to the brim with his hot and sticky cum.

“O-oh fuck, Daddy..’M gonna- ahh..you’re gonna make me c-cum!” Your declaration ended in a halted moan as your big cowboy watched with pride as your brown eyes rolled back into your head. You could feel your intense orgasm shoot out like a bronco leaving its pen. Your manicured nails dug deeper into his haired chest as the invigorating feeling washed over you tenfold. “Fuck! Reii!” You panted heavily through your lips. Fucking you through your orgasm, Reiner soaked up the loud whines your throat released. He welcomed the spasms both your body and sweet pussy gave to him, pushing him closer to the sweet edge.

“That’s it darlin’ just keep cumming on that dick..” Words of encouragement engulfed your heated ears as Reiner’s thrusts became harder and sloppier, his own release building up for departure. “Yer gonna make daddy cum all in yer pussy..you want that mama? You wanna get filled up? Wanna carry my f-fuucking kids?” Still reeling from your orgasm you lolled your head in quick nods, his words sending shocks of excitement to your abused pussy. “Gonna look so fuckin’ good with them tits filled with milk..gonna make you look so good, s-shit y/n..”

As if a coil snapped within him, your cowboy’s hips finally stilled as the thick white ropes of his cum painted every bit of your walls; a loud, guttural groan rumbling from his muscled chest as he sloppily thrusted a few more times, trying his hardest to milk every last drop from his heavy balls while also trying to keep every single drop from leaking out. After one last deep thrust, Reiner panted heavily, hazel eyes unfocusing on the ceiling.

Giving out a slow, sensual groan you leaned down and peppered your cowboy’s neck in hot, syrupy kisses; nipping on his bobbing Adam’s Apple as he heaved for air. “Fuck baby..” His words vibrated your lips as you gave him a small hum, his rough hands traveling up and down your smooth brown back. Chuckling, he fixed his lopsided hat on your head, a small smile gracing your lips at the sweet and tender action.

“You look so sexy with my hat on. I should make you wear it more often.” He mused softly as you rubbed his chest, delicate fingers running over the crescent marks you left. You lifted your tender ass, feeling a sliver of cum leak out from you. Your cowboy sighed a soft moan at your readjusting, hands resting on your ass as you sat back down with the length of his cock nestled in your folds.

“Mm, you think so muffin?” You said slowly, mimicking his Drawl and moving your hips back and forth with one hand on his hat as if you were bull riding. A low whine came out of Reiner’s mouth as he furrowed his eyebrows, his cream covered dick hungry for another round.

“Shit..yeah baby..” He confirmed with a low grunt as your sensitive clit glided over his dick. A sweet moan escaped you as you felt your bundle of nerves shock you with more waves of bliss as you kept riding your cowboy. Nothing but soft moans and lewd squelching filled the room as you continued to rub his cock; his swollen tip sometimes poking inside you again causing pleasure filled groans to leave your throat. “Don’t stop..shit..keep ridin’ daddy like a good cowgirl..” One of his rough hands caged your hand that was still on his chest, the other hand firmly grabbing your waist.

With you both feeling near painful sensitivity, your orgasms creeped up faster this time, matching your picked up pace. Reiner cupped both of your breasts as he felt his cock twitch with the oncoming release. “Fuuck y/n..I’m so close baby, keep going..shit..” You released a saccharine moan as you soaked in his dirty words, your clit throbbing in response.

“Mm, me t-too Rei..you’re gonna make me c-cum again..” You whined as his thumbs rolled and pinched your hardened nipples, your mind once more turning into lust drenched mush. With another roll of your hips, your shared orgasms finally arrived with forceful moans; his nut decorating your folds and his pelvis as you contracted on his messy, cream covered dick.

“Right there darlin’, your pussy feels so good doing that on me..” He said softly as you rode out your high, fatigue starting to settle in your bones. “C’mere mama, you done mighty fine by me..” Being lassoed by his honey covered drawl, you leaned down and sloppily kissed him, lips grazing over the stubble on his face. Putting his hat to the side, his hands traveled from the small curls on your neck down to the small of your back, fingers lightly grazing your skin the entire time. With a soft, wet smack your lips separated with a string of saliva between them.

“Y’know I love it when you do well by me, right ma?” He said softly as you rested your head on his chest, listening to his thundering heartbeat. You giggled softly and nodded as you felt your cowboy’s big arms wrap around you, giving your torso a light squeeze with his words. “Relax for a moment cause in a bit your cowboy wants to go again, ya heard?”

“I heard you loud an’ clear, Cowboy.”

ᴘʟᴇᴀꜱᴇ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴛʀᴀɴꜱʟᴀᴛᴇ, ꜱᴛᴇᴀʟ, ʙɪɴᴅ ᴏʀ ʀᴇᴘᴏꜱᴛ ᴀꜱ ʏᴏᴜʀꜱ. ᴀʟʟ ʀɪɢʜᴛꜱ ɢᴏ ᴛᴏ ᴘᴏᴛᴏꜰꜱᴛᴇᴡɪᴇ™ 2023

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thatwasntverycashmoneyofme · 2 years ago

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Work husband!reiner who is completely smitten with you, always helping with your share of paperwork even though you tell him you got it, asking you if you want anything when you don’t have the same lunch and you say. “Rei you don’t gotta buy me anything.” But he just smiles and nudges your shoulder. “It’s nothing sweetheart, I don’t mind.”

Work husband!reiner who when y’all go out as an office, to a bar or whatever, is always so close to you. His hand on your lower back touching your ass just enough to not be inappropriate, guiding you wherever so you don’t run into any other drunk patrons, pulling you close by your waist, leaning over his lips grazing your ear, breath making you tingle claiming that he ‘Couldn’t hear you over the music.’

Even though the soft pop barely played over a volume 5, you both knew what he was doing but you didn’t mind.

𝗌𝗉𝖺𝗆 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾𝗌, 𝗋𝖾𝖻𝗅𝗈𝗀𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗌. 𝖣𝖮𝖭𝖳 𝗌𝗍𝖾𝖺𝗅, 𝖼𝗈𝗉𝗒 𝗈𝗋 𝗉𝗈𝗌𝗍 𝖺𝗇𝗒𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝖾𝗅𝗌𝖾. ©𝖼𝗂𝗍𝗒𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗂𝖽𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗂𝖺𝗅

#city.writes #black writers #black reader #x black reader #black fem reader #x black fem reader #black yn #personal headcanon #aot x black reader #he doesn’t know what a work husband is but he fits the bill #when you tell him he such a good work husband he blushes so hard #he has to look up what it means lol he’s kinda old but he doesn’t stop with his actions if anything he does even more #reiner x black!reader

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gotmesimpin4levi · 1 year ago

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🚫‼️DISCLAIMER❗️🛑

This fanfic plot is not mine, it is the plot of the summer I turned pretty TV SHOW not book. All I did was replace each character from tsitp with an aot character. Above is a list of all the characters that will be featured in this story and who wil play them. There isn’t much smut at all just some kissing and ano more than two 🔞 scenes

A/N

I’ll try to post frequently and I’ll post multiple chapters at a time. I did add a bit of originality to it so it’s not just a straight copy and paste with different names. Lemme know is you wanna see more anime crossovers and please enjoy!

PART 1:CHAPTER 1

The air is hot, the water is warm, the sun was blazing in the beautiful blue sky. It was summer which meant that it was almost time to go to Carla’s beach house in Cousins. The place I grew up at with her two sons Eren and Jean, and of course my brother Connie. The place where I lost my first tooth. Learned how to ride my first bike. Had my first love. Cousins, was my home.

“Hitch! I can’t wear that! It’s so… slutty” I said with a disgusted but playful look. She held up a pink tube dress with long sleeves, the shoulders exposed and a pair of pink platform pumps.

“That’s the point y/n!” Hitch. Hitch and y/n, best friends till the end. Sometimes I wonder how we even became friends, it’s been so long I don’t even remember. We’re complete polar opposites. She loves to go out and party, I like to stay inside and watch musicals.

“And besides Eren’ll love it” she said teasingly

“No!” I protested “ We’re not even into each other like that” I lied. Eren and I were like a commensalism. I needed him to breathe, to live. But he never really paid attention to me like I did him. Whatever I did didn’t affect him so he didnt really care.

“LIAR LIAR pants on fire!” Hitch yelled out “ you like him and you know you do”

“Maybe” I murmured “ but he doesn’t like me back so I don’t need the outfit”

“Y/n, look you can’t stay the young gullible little sister forever. Whether you like it or not your changing. Actually you’ve already changed a lot! There’s no way Eren can resist a hot steamy make out session with you. No way! And you’ve gotta get out more!”

I knew I looked different but not enough for Eren to notice me. Right?

“Maybe but I don’t wanna get my hopes up”

“Girl if he doesn’t notice you then he’s cra cra. Here, take these just in case” she handed me along with her slutty outfit a neon green bikini ithong, a pink crochet cami with light colored cutoff shorts and a pair of white Tommy Hilfiger flip flops.

“Thanks Hitch, I don’t know what I’d do without you. I’m really gonna miss you”

“ hey don’t worry, I’ll see you in a week for your birthday” Bursting in to my room Connie said

“Come on y/n, moms pissed we haven’t left yet” I just blew him off. We walked downstairs and said our goodbyes. Connie drove, I rode shotgun and my mom, Hange, sat in the back seat. This was it, this was the beginning of our perfect, annual, summer getaway!

A/N

I’m soo sorry for the long chapter and all the boring exposition😭

My goal was to make it so that someone who has never seen tsitp could still read this fanfic and enjoy it so my apologies the next chapter is also long but a lot more entertaining!

CHAPTER 2

As soon as we arrive in Cousins every summer, we always stop at this gas station a few miles from Carla’s to get gas and snacks.

“Come on y/n let’s get snacks while Connie fills the tank. Connie just meet us inside when your done”

“Got it!” Me and my brother said unanimously

I walked in and went straight to the slushie machine. Half cherry, half coke. Perfection! I got a couple airheads, a bag of cheetos and made my way toward cashier. He was tall, very pale, and had red hair. He wasn't a very attractive guy but he wasn’t particularly ugly either. The closer I got to the register the more our eyes met and the more his attractiveness started to increase.

“ Hey, im Floch, and you are?” he said with a smirky tone of voice

“Hey im y/n” I responded. I reached out to slide him my snacks and slushie and when he reached out to grab them from me, our hands touched. I blushed, he chuckled a bit.

“ I don’t think I’ve ever seen you here in cousins, I’d definitely remember if I saw a pretty girl like you, this your first summer?” He said as he rung up my items

“Oh umm no I’ve been coming here since before I can remember I just don’t really get out much” I could feel my cheeks get hot as my mind was still lingering in the compliment he gave me.

“ Well if you wanna get out more, all us summer Cousins kids are going out to the beach for a bonfire, if you wanna come?” The way he said it. The way his voice lingered when he said “if”. This is what Hitch meant. I had to take advantage of this opportunity!

“ yeah sure I’d love to-“

“Love to what?” My mom said curiously. I could hear Connie “oooooohhhh-ing” from the back of the store

“Nothing! See ya later” I had a goofy cheesy grin on my face. I couldn’t believe it, a boy wanted to invite me somewhere! I had to be there. Mom and Connie followed me back to the car.

“🎶We wanted to believe there was no

No Hell on Earth worse than what we know🎤” I sang out.

“Y/n. No” Connie said hiding a smile

“But every day just seems to worsen We weren't prepared at all🎤”

“🎤Now we must rise to this occasion Devoid of all consideration” I heard my mom hun in the back. After a few more verses we were all screaming at the top of our lungs,

“SASAGEYO SASAGEYO SHINZOU WO SASAGEYO!!🎤🎶” the song ended just as we pulled up to Carla’s beach house. When I got out the car I met with Jeans eyes. It felt like I was looking at a completely different person. Like he hadn’t been my best friend since before I can remember.

“ Y/N!!” He said as he took me in for a big bear hung

“ jEaN!” I said as he lifted me off the ground still bear hugging me

“Damn,Look at how big you’ve gotten! You're not out little y/n anymore” I blushed a bit when he said it.

“Yeah I guess I am changing” I walked over to Eren to hug him but decided against it at the last minute. He, like Jean, looked different too. His hair was a lot longer, he was taller, and you could definitely tell he was more toned than before. But the main thing I noticed was his aura. Something felt off with him. Like he was masking an important feature that made him, him.

“Hey, Eren” i said

“I see you stopped wearing your glasses.” That’s it?! That’s all he said to me?

“Yeah I guess I grew out of them!”

“I liked you better with them”

“Well,” I started, “ I like me better without them,” I said in a snarky tone. Eren was acting differently. Something was definitely up. I looked over at Jean and he had a look in his eye. The kind of look he gave before he did something he knew was bad.

“ guys,” he began, “ you know what time it is?”

“ no. No, no, no, no,no!!” I protested playfully

“Y/N SWIM! Y/N SWIM!!” They all chanted. They picked me up, Connie at my feet and Eren and Jean on each arm. They carried me to the pool out back.

“1!” They all said with a swing. “2! 3!” Before I knew it I was catapulted into the pool. I could hear them all up there laughing and I couldn’t help but laugh too.

“ Come on Jean, help me out of the pool” I said as I reached my arm out. When he grabbed my hand I saw a perfect moment for revenge. I had pulled Jean in the pool along with me. Connie and Eren just laughed and in that moment I saw a glimpse of the old Eren.

CHAPTER 3 Hange pov

“We are all set for your party tonight” the book store attendant said to me

“Great!” I replied.

“How was your?” He asked

“Oh my publishers didn’t send me on tour for this one, it’s been a pretty quiet release!”

“Are you on social media?” The girl asked. “You should really be on social media!”

“Ah, well, no, I’m not.”

“Are you working on something new?” He asked

“Always!” I replied Carla walked over and asked,

“How many copies did you make for tomorrow's night?”

“I think 20”

“Oh, that’s not nearly enough!” Carla protested “I’ve invited half the town!” She exclaimed. I looked at her in shock.

“What?” I said “ you said this was just going to be a small thing?!”

“Look, Petra,” she said to the store clerk “ I am so sorry but you might have to run to the Barnes and Noble in Portsmouth and get some more.”

“Business has been slow we haven’t had many copies of anything coming in” Petra said. Carla picked up a book off the counter and said

“ You must have 100 copies of this book?!”

I read the front of it

“ Levi Ackerman is the off brand Jonathan Franzen. Levi Ackerman is such a phony name. it’s like “hi I’m masculine but I’m intellectual” I mocked “ I bet Hemingway is his hero“

“Mm-hmm” Carla agreed

“ I bet he has horn rimmed glasses!” I teased some more.

“Yeah,see? I I held up his picture in the back of the book. “Yeah,” I heard a voice from across the room. “Contacts irritate my eyes.”

“Goodbye Levi!” The store clerk said as the man walked out the door.

“Yeah that was him,” Petra said “ he’s renting the Burke house this summer“

“Oh, that’s a nice place!” Carla said

I put the book back down on the counter ashamed of the situation.

“Sorry” I winced

CHAPTER 4

On the first night we always have Carla’s special, Stuffed bell peppers for dinner

“Eren, I heard you quit football,” my mom said

“Yeah. what’s it to you?” He replied

“ So, Connie, I heard you got a job for this summer?” Carla asked

“ oh yeah I’m gonna be working at the rec center-“

“Wait seriously!?” Jean cut off “me too!”

“Jean it’s not nice to cut people off”

“Sorry mom” Jean said he turned back to Connie “I’ll be a lifeguard at the pool”

“Saweet!!” Connie said. He always says dumb stuff like that.

“Y/n, as you know you're becoming a woman,” Carla began “ and here in Cousins we have our annual Debutante Ball and I think you should do it!” My mother practically choked at the news.

“ Ball?” She spat out “ that’s not really y/n’s style, right?” For the longest time I’d always seen Carla as a second mom. I always tried to please her and do everything like her. I even wished sometimes she was my mother. This would be my chance, my chance to do something for Carla to make her proud.

“ Sure,” I heard myself blurt out “I’ll do it. It seems harmless”

“Y/n, I don’t think you know what your getting yourself into” my mother lectured “ a ball is a lot of work and dedication and if I’m being honest you’ve never been one to really care about such things” I could feel the tension in the room rise.

“ Well Mother, it’s my decision and I’m doing it.” Eren rose from the table,

“May I be excused please?” He asked Carla

“Aren’t you going to finish dinner?” She rebuttal

“No, mom” he said sternly “now may I go?”

“Sure,” she replied. The table went silent.

After Dinner I went outside to find Eren. He was sitting along with his feet in the pool smoking a bud. I sat down next to him. He couldn’t have been more bothered to acknowledge me.

“ Smoking is bad for your health, you know?” I told him

“ Well it’s good for my stress,“ he replied. I looked into his eyes trying to find a glimpse of the old Eren, of who he was. Nothing.

“ hey you preached it first” he looked at me with a playful grin.

“ I guess I did, didn't I?” The tip of his bud met the concrete and he threw it across the pool.

“Are you seriously considering this ball thing?” He asked me

“”I mean yeah, I’ve gotten nothing better to do”

“Don’t let my mom make you her little doll because she never had a daughter”

“I don’t mind, sometimes I really wish I were her daughter!”

“Your better off with Hange, trust me”

Before I could get anything else out of him Connie and Jean came running at the house

“Come on Eren!” Jean had called “we ready to hit to the bonfire”

“ Can I come?” I asked joyfully

“ hell no!” Connie told me “ you're not old enough yet” I was furious at those words. I was old enough to go. And you know what? I didn’t need them, I'd go on my own. As soon as the boys left the house I ran upstairs to change into Hitch’s slutty outfit. To be honest I didn’t look that bad. I could get used to this me. The new me. I slipped on my shoes and tiptoed towards the door. Before I left I saw Hange and Carla sitting on the couch together watching a musical. My favorite one actually. West Side Story. I couldn’t help but wonder if maybe one day me and Hitch would be like that. Growing old together watching movies on a couch. I slowly opened the door and left. I’d walked in the dark for about 6 minutes until I heard the laughs of teenagers. I saw the glow of the bonfire and knew this was it.

CHAPTER 5

I walked down towards the bonfire and was immediately met with the smell of beer. I saw other kids drinking and making out. I walked out a bit more and I saw Floch, the guy from the gas station who invited me. He was making out with some blonde chick when he saw me. He quickly pulled away and ran over to me.

“Hey, it’s not what it looks like I was just-“ I cut him off.

“Just making out with some girl knowing good and well you invited another one here. Cuz that’s what it looks like to me!” He looked unbothered.

“That’s not it. See she was just holding your place till you got here!”

“And you know what? She can have that place cuz I don’t fuck with man whores.” Angrily I stormed off. How could I have been so foolish to really believe a guy liked me.I looked around a bit and I saw Eren. “ finally a familiar face“ I thought to myself. Until I saw him lean in and kiss another girl. I’m that moment my heart sank. I’d known Eren was probably interested in other girls but, to see it with my own two eyes boiled up a whole new anger in my heart. I could feel myself tear up. And Jean must’ve seen it too, because immediately after he came to me and pulled me away from the scene.

“Hey,” he shouted cheerfully “y/n is here!” I saw Connie’s head whip around.

“Y/n what the hell are you doing here? I told you not to come!” He had his arm around some girl I'd never seen before. She had her dark brown hair in a high ponytail, a Nirvana crop top on and a bikini thong.

“Because I can do whatever I want. I’m not a damn baby Connie!” He looked furious now

“Why am I even arguing with you? I'm taking you home now!”

“Con,” Jean interrupted, “just give her this one night.” Connie looked at him unamused “please 🥺” he said giving him a little pouty lip.

“Fine!” Connie said “but if you dare to even look at a drink you're out”

CHAPTER 6 Carla pov

“ When the boys threw Y/n in the pool today, I swear I almost saw a smile on Eren’s face. He was in a better mood today than I’ve seen him since him and Historia broke up” I said to Hange

“ I didn’t realize they were that serious?” She replied

“ Neither did I“ we both chuckled. “ he’s just always in such a bad mood. So unlike himself.”

“ since when did he quit football?“ she asked me.

“ A couple weeks ago. He only ever played football to please Grisha. I told you they weren’t getting along. I'm just gonna… let him have his space, you know? let him do his thing.” Hange looked at me with a concerned look.

“ don’t you think maybe it’s time you talked to him?” I looked at her blankly

“ There's nothing to talk about. Can we just have a really great summer like we said we would?” I leaned my arm out to touch her shoulder. We both laughed. “ How's your writing coming?” I asked her

“I just wanna hang out with you,” she replied “I could give a shit about that book right now”

“Liar! You give all your shits about your book. You give too many shits”

“It’s a mid list book” she said “ it’s been out for a month and it’s barely selling.

“ Well it is going to sell a ton of copies tomorrow and I can’t wait to read it!”

“ you never read my books“ she protested

“ Yes I do“ I lied. We both burst into laughter

“ read Levi Ackerman‘s book instead he’s got 150,000 followers on Instagram!” I chuckled a bit

“ you know it wouldn’t hurt you to put yourself out there more. Get on Tinder while your at it” I teased

“Oh my God, please stop!”

“Okay, okay. Maybe not tinder but what is the e app for the 40 and up crowd?”

“Oh I’m begging you stop!“ she cried out

“It’s Ourtime?!” I teased more

“No it’s not!” She said while laughing up a fit.

I scooted in closer and we laughed even harder. I looked at her with soft eyes.

“What?” She asked

“I really think you should let y/n have her deb season.”

“Please” she began “Debutante Balls are just so problematic!”

“I really want to see our girl in a white dress” I told her. Hange looked at me with sadness in her eyes.

“Fine. You win!”

“I always do” I told her

“ is still think it’s a bad idea” she exclaimed

“She might surprise you” I said as I rested my head on her shoulder “people can change you know?”

“Not us though.” She said

“Right,” I agreed, “ you and I are immovable objects.” We sat there together looking out on the lake.

CHAPTER 7

Yess! I had managed to stay. I turned around to talk to Jean but he was already gone with his friends playing an idiotic drinking game. I walked around a bit more until I saw some commotion over where Eren was. I quickly ran over to the scene to find a drunk Eren screaming at another guy.

“Give me the fucking beer back, Reiner!” He yelled

“Dude get your own!” He clapped back

“IT WAS MINE FIRST!” Eren lunged at the other guy knocking the beer out his hand. The two started throwing punches.

“Ereh, please stop, I'll get you another beer!” The girl he was making out with said

“Mikasa, stay out of this!” Eren yelled in a headlock. The boys started throwing punches at each other. I had to stop the fight. I ran over to Eren and pulled his arm back.

“The hell?!” Eren said. He had flung his fist back and striked me across the face. I held my cheek in awe. Jean came and held me from behind. Eren looked up and realized what he had done.

“I-I-I’m sorry, I didn’t” a drunken Eren said to me. My eyes started to tear up. I felt stupid for trying to come to this party. I ran over to the empty part of the beach and sat there and cried.

A little while later. I heard feet in the sand walking towards me. I looked up to find a tall white boy with short blonde hair and soft eyes sit down next to me.

“Hey” he said to me

“What do you want?” I replied back

“I just wanted to see if you were okay, that was a pretty nasty fall,”

“Yeah it was.”

“Is your far okay?” He asked

“Yeah it’s feeling a bit better”

“Well umm.. I have a cold beer if you want it?”

“I don’t drink.” I told him

“No,no,no me either,” he exclaimed “not to drink for your cheek.” I could feel my face get hot.

“Thanks” I held the beer up to my cheek “I’m sorry I didn’t even get your name.”

“Armin. Armin Arlert. And you?”

“Y/n L/n”

“That’s a very beautiful name”

“Thanks” we talked for what felt like hours. He seemed so familiar yet he was so far from it.

“Oh no” we heard someone from up the beach yell. “THE POPO ARE HERE!” I saw Jean run down the beach toward me. He grabbed my arm

“Come on y/n we gotta go!” Armin got up with us. Jean carried a wasted Eren on his shoulders to the car. He put Eren in the back seat and got in the driver's seat.

“Come on y/n get in the car” Jean yelled

“Actually I wanted to ride with Armin-“

“No actually you're gonna get your little ass in the car!” Jean had never used that tone of voice with me before. It was scary but effective.

“ When can I see you again?” I asked Armin.

“Well you could see me Saturday and the drive in movie and 8?”

“It’s a date” I said blushing “till next time

“Till next time!” He leaned in toward me and planted a kiss on my lips.

“Ewwww, Nasty” I heard Eren say from the back seat.

“Holy shit!” Jean said “I forgot about Connie! Don’t fucking move! I’ll brb” he raced out the car and down the beach to find Connie. I could help but smile at the thought of Armin. He made me feel so happy and warm inside. I felt Eren reach and his hand from the back seat and touch my hair.

“Your hair is like a little kid's hair,” he said, “always so messy. Y/n..” he started to say then there was a knock on the window. We both looked up to see an office.

“Have you kids been drinking?”

CHAPTER 8

The office trailed the four of us home. When she rang the doorbell my mother, Hange, answered it.

“Thank you so much for bringing them home, officer.” She shut the door “What were you kids thinking, getting drunk like that and having an officer bring you home?

“Mom,” Connie started, “ it wasn't even a big deal the cops just wanted to break up the bonfire!”

“ Wasn't a big deal? Con, you were escorted home by the police! THAT'S a pretty big deal to me!” You could hear Connie sniff the air a bit

“Were you guys smoking weed?” He asked

“What? Keep your voice down! Carla’s sleeping on the couch!”

“I wasn’t yelling you were mom.” Connie protested

“Just so you know Hange,” Jean began “ I wasn't drinking at all tonight. I was the DD I swear!”

Eren! You're the oldest. I expect so much more. What the hells got into you?” She looked at me “and when did you start leaving the house without telling anyone? And what the hell are you wearing?” I looked up at her

“It’s Hitch’s dress, and why am I the only one not allowed to go out-“

“It’s not that you can’t go out, it's just you need to tell someone before you leave.” She cut off “and how the hell did you even get there?”

“I walked,” I said under my breath. “You walked.” She mumbled as she put her hands to her head. “ you know better than to walk that far down the beach at night!” She's really pissed me off. I’d been her sweet innocent child for long enough. I deserved to have fun and to have my own life. She let Eren, Connie, and Jean live there life however but when I came to be I could do shit.

“Would you stop treating me like a child!” I lashed out at her. She looked me deep in the eyes, “if you wanna be treated like and adult… act like one!” She finished off her sentence in a stern voice. The kind that sent goosebumps down your arm.

“Then maybe y’all should too.” U was surprised to hear Eren say.

“Excuse me?” Mom asked as she looked at Carla’s boys “I just want you all to know that this night could’ve ended a lot differently if your family wasn’t your family.”

“We’re really sorry Hange.” Jean said

“Just go to bed guys.” I was the first one to leave. I went to the kitchen to grab a cold bag a veggies for my face. I went upstairs and changed into my night clothes. I laid back in my bed to sleep when I heard a knock through the wall. It was Jean. He’s still remembered our secret code from the summers before. I laughed softly before putting the bag back on my face and going to sleep.

CHAPTER 9 Eren pov

I got up from the bench to go to my room when I felt Hange grab my wrist.

“I don’t understand what’s going on with you?

“Nothing,” I told her “I’m fine”

“Eren!” I heard her say as I went into the living room. I saw my mother laying there on the couch. I took the throw blanket and placed it over her. I loved her but the sight of her made me so angry sometimes. I just wished she wouldn’t try so hard. So hard to pretend like everyone and everything was gonna be okay.

A/N

thank you so much for reading this part! It’s my first real fanfic that I've done. I’ve been so excited to write this and it’s so great that people actually like it. Again please let me know what else you guys wanna see and part two will be out next Tuesday. I’ll try to keep this consistent. Thank you all for the support and I’ll see you in the next part!

#eren jaeger #jean krischtein #armin arlet fluff #aot texts #aot x black reader #aot #x yn #tsitp conrad #tsitp x you #carla jeager #grisha jaeger #reiner x you #aot floch #commander hange #captain levi #connie springer #tsitp jeremiah #tsitpxaot

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raynehmms · 1 year ago

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So if I were to start a series about something what would you want to see and who would you want it to be about?

#black reader #onyankopon x black reader #onyankopon x black y/n #onyankopon fluff #onyankopon x reader #aot onyankopon #black yn #eren x black fem!reader #reiner x black reader #armin x black reader #spotify #jotoro #earth 42 miles x reader

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crisalidaseason · 2 years ago

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I'm writing a Armin x Gn!reader college au thingy. It's almost done, so stay tuned!

Also, I'm craving requests so feel free to ask something about any aot character (no smut or violent stuff please, the rest is game).

#armin aot #armin fanfiction #armin x reader #armin x you #armin x yn #aot x reader #eren jaeger #levi ackerman #erwin smith #jean kirsten #reiner braun #eren x reader #levi x reader #erwin x reader #jean x reader

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marleysfinest · 2 years ago

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reiner x reader, post-war smut drabble. cw injury, bleeding

big up wife @pisspope for the inspo for this one u the mvp

there was something about the winter months. something about the way the frost clung to the frozen leaves, how the morning air was so deadly silent, the sounds of nature blanketed and muffled by thick mist clouding the way. the way that life seemed to all but stop, as the insects and birds fell silent as they hid from the chill of the air, hoping to survive until the thaw of spring.

you stand against the frozen pillar of the porch, cloak wrapped tightly around your shoulders as you cradle your piping mug of tea to your chest. the steam that billows out is thick and milky white as it hits the freezing air, but you welcome the way it's warming you until it cools enough to drink. you stare out at the sprawling meadow, coated in frost and leaving just the slightest hint of minty-green of the grass beneath. the sun is rising slowly above the horizon, and soon the frost will melt.

it's been six months since the history-altering march of the titans and, while life is beginning to resume slowly, you can still make out the slightest outlines of footprints across the meadow, the tracks having moulded the earth forever. you come out here in the mornings to breathe in new life, but as much as you welcome living another day, this reminder will always be here to greet you. as you lose yourself yet again in a daydream of the past six months, you almost don't hear the door behind you open. before you can turn to take a look at him, reiner wraps you in his arms and another cloak for good measure.

"morning," he mumbles, his voice still thick with sleep. his arms wrap around your waist and he rests his chin on your shoulder, his sudden presence bathing you in heat. you mutter a 'good morning' in return, and rest your head against his.

"I don't like waking up to an empty bed. it's freezing, why don't you come inside?" he asks. you realise that you perhaps should, although that would mean moving from this embrace.

"I'm warm," you reply, "as long as you stay here I'll be just fine."

he huffs a laugh, sending warm air across your collarbone.

"well, I don't have a shirt on, and you are going to catch your death in that nightdress. c'mon."

he loosens his grip and moves to grab a fistful of your nightdress, gently tugging you back inside. despite knowing you should get out of the cold, something about the vista in front of you is begging you to stay and finish your drink, and so you resist his pleas at first.

"let me drink my tea, rei," you insist, knowing your refusal will be driving him mad. he channels so much of himself into making sure you're alright; he'd hate the thought of you being in the cold without him. you already know he's pouting before you turn to look at him. his eyes flicker to the steaming drink, meaning that if not for the risk of scalding you, he'd have scooped you off your feet by now. he looks defeatedly at the tea in your hands and sighs before moving in close to you. you look up to him, wide-eyed, and drink in his appearance. his eyes are still a little hooded, weighed down by sleep, and his golden hair is in disarray after another restless night. despite his dishevelled appearance, he has never looked better. with all the care in the world, he brings himself close to you, and it's then you feel him pressed up against your hip.

"the bed was empty when I woke up," he utters, "you know what kind of torture that is? to roll over and not have you right there?"

you smile, and blow on your drink.

"sorry," you say sweetly, "I guess I just wanted to see what lengths you'd go to to find me."

he sighs again, this time throwing in the gentlest hint of a growl with it, before leaning down to plant a kiss on your lips. it's firm and intense, and although the tea is warm and sweet, who are you to deny him?

"leave that out here, it'll cool down soon enough," he whispers, knowing you can't resist him when he asks, "I won't keep you long."

you sigh, trying to appear inconvenienced, but you follow him in a heartbeat. he leads you across the threshold and immediately the air is warmer; the fire hasn’t been going for long, but it’s already enveloped the room like a warm hug. he doesn’t give you long to appreciate the more comfortable temperature; before you have much of a chance to shrug off your shawl, reiner is on you, gently sliding the woollen knit from your shoulders and slipping his hands beneath your nightdress. his hands are delightfully warm, and already you can feel the heat beating from his chest. as he pulls you close to him, waist to waist and chest to chest, he swoops down to plant another kiss on your lips, but this one is far more passionate, far more meaningful. he lets one hand remain on the small of your back while the other repositions itself to the back of your head, holding you firmly against him.

he wastes no time in removing your nightdress completely, and in almost the same swift movement, his pyjama trousers have been recklessly discarded, almost landing in the fireplace. his breath is heavy, almost frantic, matching his movements which are bordering on hasty.

“rei - ” you breathe as he lays you on the couch in front of the fire, hoping that he’d pick up on the suggestion to slow down. while his enthusiasm was most welcome, it wasn’t exactly the norm for him, and you’d rather be assured that he’s alright rather than let him maintain this pace in any discomfort. he positions himself on top of you, firmly between your legs, and for a second you swear you can feel his heart beating against your chest.

“what?” he asks between kisses. he pushes himself hard against your heat, desperate to get right down to it, you can tell.

“slow down,” you whisper with a smile, “you don’t have to hurry.”

“yes, I do,” he replies instantly, hooking your leg over his shoulder, “I need you now.”

there was no need to question it. it was clear in his voice; if you didn’t know any better, you’d have thought he was a man possessed. but there was something about his tone that, while urgent and ragged, showcased his ecstasy and his joy, two emotions decidedly not often attributed to reiner braun, and it’s because of this that you decide not to push the matter any further, and let him do things the way he wanted.

he takes a second to adjust himself before entering you roughly, eliciting a sharp gasp from your lips that seems to spur him on. he’s so hard and so worked up that it’s almost concerning, but you’re in no position to care. he ruts into you with fervour and force, hitting that sweet spot again and again, mercilessly with no room for relief. he buries himself into your neck, kissing and sucking away, and in an attempt to both ground yourself and feel him deeper, you dig your nails into his shoulders, not realising the force with which you’re doing it. he lifts his head to look at you, really look at you as your foreheads rest together and you both feel your releases brewing. he grips you by the jaw as you come together, pulsing in ecstasy on the couch and, despite the freezing temperatures outside, feeling your sweat mix with his. he brushes a bead of sweat from your brow as time seems to stand still, this moment of contentment and pleasure on pause for as long as you wanted. until, that is, you see the red claw marks on his shoulders.

“rei!” you exclaim quietly, feeling embarrassed and guilty, “rei, you’re bleeding.”

the spell that he’s under is broken, and he’s craning his head to look for the source of your concern. he sees the claw marks and tiny beads of blood, but isn’t concerned or angry. in fact, there’s something else, something beyond, as he sits up to examine it closer. you start to feel worried that you’ve overstepped a boundary, especially when you see his eyes begin to well up. your eyes widen in horror.

“no, baby, don’t cry!” you squeal, “I’m so sorry!”

it stuns you when he smiles as the tears tumble across his cheek. he taps at the scratches so that his fingertips are tinted red, and swallows heavily.

“I haven’t bled in years,” he says, his voice breaking. despite your disbelief and horror, you realise that he looks happy. he looks euphoric. “I can feel it. I can still see it.”

you feel tears of your own begin to well as you realise the cause of his emotion; finally being able to have something to show for his injuries, something decidedly more human than he was used to. he looks at you with a warm grin.

“do it again.”

#this is very not proofread #but it was fun!!!!#i fell in love with the idea of him enjoying not steaming up or healing right away as soon as Beloved said it #and so #this was born #reiner braun #reiner x reader #reiner x yn #reiner smut #attack on titan #aot #aot smut #shingeki no kyojin

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sugawara-levi · 2 years ago

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Paperwork

Reiner x fem!reader

2,8k words

Reiner has been busy at work and you miss him. You decide to visit him in his office.

cw: office sex, vaginal sex, creampie, unprotected sex, “baby”, moaning, established relationship, smut with feelings, mentions of him being bigger than you, sweet, they are not having sex they are making LOVE

It’s been a long time since you slept together. These days Reiner is always busy with work, with papers. Even though you know he doesn't have a choice, you can't deny that you miss having him beside you in bed. With his workload piling up he's always home late, and up and out again before you even wake up. You hardly ever see him, at this rate.

It's hard, being a supportive partner while missing him this much. While missing his mind, but also his body this much. You haven’t had sex in two months, and although it not what you needed most in your relationship with him, you still find yourself longing for his touch, his weight next to yours, under you, on top of you. Even at job you're spacing out, just longing for his hands to caress yours. To trail further, unbuckle your bra, cup a breast as he slid his hand under your shirt, to your back. Always tender, caressing your every inch. You close your eyes, trying to succumb to the daydream. He nibbles at your neck and knows all your sweet spots as his hands roam over your body, your chest, your butt cheeks. A moan escapes you as a hand travels down between your legs, trying to ease some of the tension that has built up over the last months.

“y/n”, you hear someone say, and you’re able to pull yourself out of it just before they round the corner, almost catching you in the act.

It’s no use, something has to be done.

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That evening you’re asleep as always when Reiner bounces into bed. An exhausted sigh leaving his lips before his eyes move over to the side, regarding your sleeping form, the covers moving up and down in tune with your breathing. Another sigh escapes his lips as he puts his hand on your shoulder giving it a short squeeze before sleep drags him away from the moment. Before you wake up, he’s gone again. Leaving the rearranged sheets the only trace of him having been there at all.

You sigh. Mornings just weren’t the same without him. And you repeat to yourself what you had noted yesterday: something has to be done.

—

The next day you make a plan. Hopefully you will see him more by the weekend. It all depended on this Friday. You know Reiner got even more paperwork a couple days before, and Fridays were typically, like the rest of the weekend, filled with left-over work, tying up all the edges before getting ready for the next one.

—

That Friday you managed to get off work a bit earlier. You had made up your mind to help ease his mind a bit, like your fantasies had eased your mind even just the tiniest bit.

An hour later you are at his office,

“he forgot his keys this morning”, is your excuse when his colleagues ask what you’re doing there.

“Ah right, he’s been working late recently”

“Yeah, just in case I’m asleep when he gets back” you say, a polite smile on your lips that noticeably doesn’t reach your eyes.

They return the saddened smile, maybe they know how much of a tool late night can take on a relationship. “He’s in his office”, they say, gesturing toward the corridor he’s in.

—

You knock on his door, noticing the “bzzybee” sign on it before a grunt lets you know you can enter. It takes him a while to acknowledge your presence, he’s busy typing furiously on his computer, while simultaneously looking at a bunch of papers to his right. “Just a minute”, he says, still not looking up form his desk. You don't say anything, just looking around the room, not wanting to disturb him until he’s ready.

“What was it you-” he starts. You turn around at the sound of his voice as well as his chair pushing back as he gets up from his seat. He’s cut of mid sentence when he sees it’s you, and your eyes meet.

“Y/n”, he’s clearly confused by your presence.

“Hi” is your simple answer.

“Hi…” he answers, at a loss for other words.

You smile, keeping your spot on the floor.

“Hi.” he says again, more power to his voice this time, a smile tugging at his lips.

The two of you look at each other for a moment, he does not need to speak his confusion for you to understand that he’s wondering why you are here.

“I uhm…,

I brought your keys” his brows knit together for a moment,

“Is what I told the main office, but

but that’s a lie,

you didn’t forget your keys.”

He’s patient, he lets you speak, but he’s smiling now.

You take a few steps closer, but still a few steps from him, still with a desk between the two of you.

“I just wanted to see you”, you let out, but it’s more like a whisper, words that follow your breath, but with no real power to them.

He still hears them, a small chuckle his response.

You look up at him, not noticing you had been avoiding his gaze while talking. You knew he wouldn’t mind your visit, but still some nerves had crept up.

His gaze invited you to continue, still refusing to say anything more.

“So….” you take the challenge, his silence only serving to egg you on.

“So I came to see you.” You lock your eyes into his, smiling cheekily as you slide your butt onto his desk.

You got him, you know him well enough to know the almost silent “oh” that escapes his lips while he looks down at your butt on his desk, taken aback for a minute.

He struggles for a minute, the room is so quiet but you can hear wheels turning in his head. Another sigh as his head drops between his shoulders.

“Y/n, I’ve got to work…”, when he looks up at you again his demeanour is less collected than it was before.

You can’t help but be a bit disappointed, although you know the words to be true, and you also love him for his dedication.

“I know”, ass off the table you move around it to stand behind him, grabbing at his shoulders.

“I just wanted you ease your mind a bit” and you mean it too. In this moment all you want is to help him relax, the sex less important.

You continue to work on his shoulders, his head still hanging low between them. He groans and slumps back into his chair as you hit an especially rough spot.

The sounds he makes eventually brings your mind back to your initial plan for this visit. You make your way around the chair and position yourself in front of him, one leg on each side if his.

You pause for a moment, waiting for him to notice the change of scene, the change of mood. You slide your skirt up one of your legs, revealing skin, teasing, as you position yourself on his desk once again, legs spread out and place one in each side of his thick thighs on the chair.

He’s been looking at you quietly for all the while, the revelation of skin caught his attention quickly and for longer than it needed too before your eyes lock again.

“Baby…”, you know what he’s gonna say, there’s restraint in his voice. He should be working, should be finishing this project. But the tone of his voice lets you know the truth, how hard he’s trying to hold back.

“I know, baby, I know. Only if you’re up for it, no pushing.” No matter how much you want this you want him to be able to enjoy it too. It’s no good if his head is elsewhere, that’s not what you want for tonight.

He looks up at you, almost biting his lip. “Only if you want, Reiner.”, you repeat your words.

“Fuck”, he groans, pulling his chair closer, burying his head in your chest as he grabs for your hands on the table, holding them in his. “I do, I-”, letting go of your hands he pulls you closer, almost off the top of the table. You let out a little yelp, struggling for a second to keep upright. His upper body is now pressed against yours completely. “I do.” You chuckle. “I know you do, baby”. The two of you stay like that for a little while, you let him work it out as you stroke his hair between your fingers, smiling down at his face pressed towards your breast.

“Fuck it.”, in one swift motion he gets up from his chair, lifting you off the table in the process, and repositions you to lay on your back, butt hanging barely off the table, legs draped around his back as he’s bent forward over you.

He’s got your hands in a tight grip over your head as his lips start working on your neck, his free hand working on the buttons of your shirt so as to give him a bigger canvas. His lips follow as your shirt is pulled down over your shoulder, and he kisses and bites at your collarbone, knowing you don’t mind the marks as long as you can cover them with a turtleneck.

He frees his other hand from yours and grabs at whatever skin he’s managed to uncover from your shirt. His breathing gets heavy between sloppy kisses along your torso. You grab the edge of the table to steady yourself as he pushes his body down on yours, pulling you closer while also pressing his crotch against yours. You can’t help but let out an airy moan as he groans into your neck.

“Fuck, I’ve missed you baby girl”

Too far out of your mind to even think of a reply your hands are trapped by his once again as he latches for your lips, locking you under him.

You stay like that for a while, lips battling for dominance while his body clearly has the tool on yours.

“My tie-”, he says while pulling back slightly.

Freeing your arms from his grip you grab at his tie, freeing him from it quickly.

He grunts, and pushes your body down on the table one last time. Massaging your shoulders and breasts with large motions as your lips continue to clash, moans escaping the both of you.

The air begins to taste of salt.

He pulls your back up from the table, now seated you can get to work on his buttons. Too slow, he helps you, ripping the rest of it off, patience lost long ago.

You let out another moan at the feel of his body under your fingers, his skin, so close to yours. So much canvas, while he has too little of yours.

The rest of your blouse comes over your head, for the briefest moment he stops to look. While his hands are already working on the buckle of your bra his blue eyes glaze over your breast, adorned with the lacey bra you had chosen especially for this. Hoping for this, rather. The breath that leaves his mouth as your top comes undone is enough for you, enough for you to know that he saw, that he noticed. That he appreciated the choice of underwear, and that he knows you had probably planned it. You know him like that, after all, the small sounds reveal everything. You grin for a moment, before the smile is replaced by an open mouth and knitted brows, as he pushes your bodies together and grinds up into you.

You are so wet already, you can feel the dampness in your pants. The physical deprivation you’ve had to undergo making you so weak, merely the touch of his torso against yours could be enough for you. But it doesn’t have to be. And it won’t.

Haahh, he breathes into your ear, your breasts pressed up against his doing grand things for his lower body and mind alike.

For a moment all you can hear is your breath and his, working in tandem. Both of you too caught up in the feel of each other to be able to do anything else.

It’s you that starts the next step. A needy gasp followed by his name, your hands around his neck, in his hair, on the small of his back, encouraging him to move closer. And he does, bucks into you once again. The wait has done marvels for his dick, now rock hard against your vulva. He groans, you moan. Still too many layers.

A new resolve come over the both of you as you hastily make for his belt and zipper, and he goes for the one at the back of your skirt, unzipping it quickly while motioning for you to lift up your bottom and he slides the garments left on you body off of it. His trousers unbuttoned, it's easy work pulling them down enough to free his cock.

You’re back together like glue, his body, your body, it’s hard to tell where one ends and the other begins. It’s tender, but passionate, hurried, but patient. His hand on your jaw, the other, steady, between your shoulder blades. He likes it there, it reminds him of how small you are compared to him, how fragile, but yet so powerful. Your hands around his neck, pulling at strands of hair. Bodies becoming one, as you were made to be.

“Y/n…”

“Uh-huh”. A yes, you know, you need it just as much as he does.

He pulls away slightly, your hand moving down to help with the positioning. You scoot your ass a bit further off the table, holding more weight on the arm behind you instead.

Breaths.

With his cock in his hand he gives you a quick glance, making sure you’re ready, before he pushes into you.

Moans.

“Reiner.”

“Y/n.”

“Hnn”

It’s a mess, nothing makes sense, yet nothing has ever made more sense.

“ Haah… ”

You can’t tell which of you the sounds are coming from, probably from both of you.

He starts moving slowly and you can barely stay upright. Your head falls back and you eyes nearly leave your skull.

It’s a miracle you can fit him after all this time, he’s so full inside of you. You can feel all of him, his head, his veins, his pulse.

“ Fuuck ,

I can’t move, you’re too tight”

You soak up the feeling of him. With his dick inside you you finally feel whole again.

When he starts moving it’s very slow. You can feel the tip of his cock, pushing you open.

“ Hnn ”, it almost hurts.

He groans.

Suddenly he’s all the way inside you, and you both pause, struggling for air.

“Fuck, y/n,

I’m gonna-

I can’t-“

Incoherent little words leave his mouth,

“Uh-uh baby, me too, just, hn , fuck me first.”

He’s not hard to ask. Your word is law as far as he’s concerned. It takes all his willpower not to cum right then and there.

He grabs your butt, bending his knees a bit more under the table, and starts fucking right up into you with all his might, just the way you like it. If you weren’t seeing stars already you certainly were now.

Neither of you last very long, it’s been too long, everything feels so good.

“Y/n, I’m gonna,”

“You can baby, I’m close too,”

And with that you can feel his body shuddering as he pushes into you one last time, and lets go. His cum inside you is enough to drive you over the edge as well, and the room is filled with echoes of your orgasms as the both of you come undone. Your hands all over him, his hands all over your, bodies morphed into one. Still breathing heavily, the air surrounding you is thick with the smell of sex.

As you cool down you notice how sweaty you’ve become, his chest sticking to your skin. So does some of his paperwork, you notice, and you shake your hand to get it off, noting how his once neatly stacked pile is now spread all over the desktop and floor.

You hear a breathy laugh in your ear,

“I really need to get rid of all this paperwork”, he smiles, “I’ll talk to my boss about it first thing tomorrow.”

“Sounds like a plan”, you smile in return, stroking some of his damp hair away from his face.

“It’s way too sticky to have sex on anyway”

You both laugh, “I’ve missed you”, you let him know.

“Me too baby. I’ve missed you too, y/n.”, followed by a happy sigh as he wraps his arms around you one last time, holding you close, before you both get up to leave. Taking the way home, hand in hand.

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mydaisytea · 1 year ago

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W.I.P’s!

Reiner x reader: estranged friends to lovers fluff

#aot x reader #anime #attack on titan #reiner x reader #black reader #black yn #aot x black y/n #aot x poc!reader #aot x black reader

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zlub · 4 months ago

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cause some of yall mfs really be forgetting that this is a GERMAN man.. he wouldn’t be doing half of the shit he does in those weird ass fics

Not to be that one person but I have to say it, have yall seen them Eren x reader fanfics where they give Eren German white ass a whole blaccent and make him wear chains and shit….yall that shit TAKES ME OUT!!! Like girl now you know damn well his white ass ain’t speaking like that nor is he dressing like that, have a seat for me lol (fyi: I’m jk but at the same time I’m not)

#aot x black reader #aot x black y/n #eren x black fem!reader #eren x black y/n #eren x black!reader #eren x black!yn #eren x black!y/n #aot x black!reader #armin x black reader #jean x black reader #reiner x jean

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thatwasntverycashmoneyofme · 2 years ago

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aggy ass boys who fell in love with you ever since you ‘beat his ass’ for touching your hair.

We know as young black girls raised by our mothers they always tell us to never let anybody touch our hair—never🙅🏾‍♀️.

So fast forward to you telling him to stop twice after tugging on your hair, who doesn’t take heed to your warning tugs on it again extra hard, harder than the other times, your arm comes barreling forward, palm connecting with his face.

“I told you to stop so many times just leave me alone.” You scurry off not wanting to be caught and punished leaving him behind, who’s face turned red for two reasons that day.

After that he never touched your hair and followed behind you quietly wherever he could, face turning a peach shade whenever you side eyed him. That was the day he knew he fell in love.

Bakugo, Inasa, Sanemi, Inosuke, Eren, Connie, Reiner, Hanma, Sanzu, Arthur Boyle, Aoi, Gojo

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sherewrytes · 11 days ago

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Love and Gunshots, Eren x Black Reader

Gang member Eren x Introvert black reader

Summary: In a dangerous urban landscape, y/n, an introverted Criminal Law student, finds herself drawn into the violent world of the Sixx Gang through her protective cousin, Onyankopon. When she locks eyes with Eren Yeager, a hot-headed gang member, a twisted game of desire and danger begins.

As Eren becomes obsessed with y/n, he threatens to unravel the fragile balance Ony has maintained to shield her from their brutal lifestyle. With loyalty tested and violence lurking at every turn, the lines between love and danger blur, leading to a dark climax where the heart proves just as lethal as a gun.

Genre: Dark Romance/Crime Modern au

Warnings: Graphic violence, drug use, smut, obsession

I’ll re edit this when I’m better, in the mean time happy reading

Taglist: @topshotdivaa @prettypink-princesss @burpzz @niaizzy1623 @jcoleisbetter @msjaeger @hidd3nbimbo @vampimilikis @nova2kss honeydrzzldpeaches

Chapter 6: Danger

Eren’s pov

I didn’t want to admit it, but I could feel the weight of the situation creeping up on me. YN’s words rang in my ears, and as we pulled up to her house, I saw the familiar jeeps parked outside. My stomach sank, and I could already tell this wasn’t going to end well. Connie, Jean, and Reiner were sitting on the front steps, casually talking, but I could see the tension in their faces. Levi stood off to the side, arms crossed, looking like he was waiting for a reason to either kill me or rip into me.

I leaned back in my seat, watching them all carefully. I wasn’t stupid. They knew. They knew exactly what happened to Ony, and they were waiting for me to explain myself—except I wasn’t in the mood for any more explanations. Not after everything that had happened. Not after what I did.

YN didn’t say a word as I turned off the engine. She didn’t look at me either. Maybe she was too tired to fight me, or maybe she just wanted this mess to end. Either way, I knew it wasn’t going to be simple. Not when Levi and the rest of the crew were involved.

I sighed, finally glancing over at her. "Stay inside. I'll handle this." I wasn’t sure why I said it. Maybe because, in some sick way, I wanted to protect her from the fallout. Maybe because, despite everything, I didn’t want her to get caught up in this madness.

She looked at me for a moment, hesitated, then nodded, still not saying a word.

I slammed the door shut behind me, already feeling the weight of what was coming.

Connie stood up first, a half-smirk on his face. "Guess you’ve got a lot of explaining to do, huh?" His voice wasn’t mocking, but the look in his eyes said it all. He knew something had gone down.

Jean and Reiner stayed quiet, probably waiting for me to crack. They were loyal, I could give them that much.

Levi, though... Levi didn’t move an inch. His cold, calculating stare was all I needed to know. The man was a ticking time bomb, and I could practically feel the heat of his fury radiating off him.

I walked toward them, trying to keep my cool, but deep down, I was already bracing for what was about to come.

I watched as Ony stormed out, his arm bandaged up but his rage unrestrained. The moment he saw YN, his face twisted in a mix of anger and something I hadn’t seen from him before��pure hatred. My smile didn’t falter, though. It felt almost ironic, how quickly things had escalated from a shot in the street to this mess in front of her house. I wasn’t worried. Not yet. But I knew this was about to get ugly.

Ony shouted at YN, his voice cutting through the tension like a knife, and I could see the tears welling in her eyes. The sight of her like that... it did something to me. But I couldn’t let it show. Not now. Not when things were getting so far out of hand. Levi didn’t even move to stop him, letting Ony go off on YN like he had a right to.

I wasn’t surprised when I saw someone grab Ony by the arm, pulling him away before things could escalate further. But it wasn’t just anyone. YN’s voice cut through the chaos when she called out to the person holding him, her voice shaking as she said, "Mom! Aunt!" I froze for a moment. Her family. Her real family.

I watched as Ony was pulled away, his eyes still burning with that hatred, and YN’s eyes followed him, full of pain and confusion. The words "pack your things" floated in the air like a death sentence, and for a split second, I thought she might cave. But she didn’t. She said no.

A smile crept onto my face. Not because I wanted her to suffer, but because I was starting to understand her more than I had before. YN was stubborn. She wasn’t someone who would let herself be easily controlled. And right now, I could see it in her eyes. She wasn’t going to back down. Not from me. Not from anyone.

But then Ony’s eyes met mine. They were filled with something I’d never thought I’d see from someone I’d once considered close. That raw, unfiltered hatred. It felt like a punch in the gut, and for a second, I felt like I was the one who had been shot. It was so sharp, so personal, I almost couldn’t breathe.

He was never supposed to hate me. We were like family, even if it was twisted. But the way he looked at me now, I knew I had crossed a line. A line that could never be uncrossed.

And in that moment, I knew I had to make a choice.

This shit was never going to be the same again.

Levi’s voice cut through the tension like a blade, and everyone froze. His gun cracked as he cocked it, and a chill ran down my spine. I was so used to being in control, but this was different. Levi wasn’t just some boss. He was the one everyone feared, and I could feel that weight in the air.

"Didn't I say for you two to keep this off MY STREETS?" His eyes locked onto mine, and I could feel the anger radiating off of him. "Why did Hange report to me that both Ony and Eren were shot?"

The silence that followed felt like a lifetime. I could feel the blood rushing to my ears, but I didn’t say a word. No one moved, no one spoke. Levi had that effect on people. He didn’t need to shout or make a scene. He just had to look at you, and you knew your place.

Levi turned to Ony's mom and aunt, his tone shifting to something almost apologetic. "I hate to bring problems in front of other people's homes. I'm not that kind of person."

But even as he said that, there was no mistaking the threat that lingered in his words.

Then, without missing a beat, he turned to Jean and Reiner. "Back up those two. Bring them to the warehouse now."

Jean and Reiner exchanged a look, but neither of them questioned it. They knew better than anyone not to piss off Levi.

And then, it was my turn. Levi turned his eyes back to me, and I could see the cold amusement in his gaze.

"Eren, give Connie your Hellcat keys."

I stared at him for a moment, the words not even processing at first. No. I wasn’t giving up my car. It was the one thing that was mine, the one thing I had full control over.

"No," I said, my voice steady even as my pulse hammered in my chest.

Levi didn’t even blink. He just laughed, and that laugh sent a shiver through my bones.

Next thing I knew, my back hit the ground with a sickening thud, the taste of blood in my mouth. My head spun, and before I could even react, I felt the cold barrel of a gun pressed against my lips.

"I dare you to say that again, Yaeger," Levi’s voice was low, cold, and threatening.

I swallowed hard, my breath shallow, but my pride refused to let me back down. I could feel the gun digging into my mouth, and I could see the intensity in Levi’s eyes. But there was something else there too—something more than just anger. It was control. He was reminding me who was in charge.

The heat of the moment, the adrenaline running through me, made me want to do something reckless, but I knew better. This wasn’t the time.

I stayed silent, but the tension was thick enough to cut through with a knife. Levi kept the gun against my lips, watching me, waiting for any sign of resistance.

For a second, I thought he might pull the trigger. But then, just as quickly, he pulled the gun away, standing up and brushing off his jacket.

"Good choice, Yaeger," he said with a smirk. "But don’t think you’ve won."

I stayed on the ground, my mind racing. This wasn’t how I had planned for things to go. But in a way, I was still alive, and that meant I had another chance to make this right.

Levi looked at Jean and Reiner again. "Get him to the warehouse. Now."

Jean and Reiner stepped forward, and I begrudgingly got to my feet. The Hellcat would have to wait. For now, I had no choice but to follow orders.

Levi’s sharp gaze never wavered as he turned toward YN's mother, his voice dripping with barely contained irritation. "You're her mother—the one who seems to be causing issues on my streets," he said, his tone cool and dangerous. The tension in the air was palpable as everyone waited for her response.

YN's mother, unfazed by the weight of Levi’s words, straightened up and took a deep breath before speaking. "My daughter is on the dean's list at university. She’s building a future for herself, Eren," she began, her voice steady, almost like she was trying to convince herself as much as anyone else. "She has no part in your world—this, whatever you call it."

Levi sighed heavily, clearly unimpressed. His fingers twitched, and his gaze shifted to Ony’s mom as if silently seeking confirmation. "It's only out of respect for you both that I haven't made this worse. But keep her out of this," Levi said, his voice sharp, but with an undertone of warning.

Before anyone could say anything else, Ony, still seething with rage, stepped forward. His voice was full of anger, but there was a hint of desperation in it too. "I've been keeping her out of this for years!" he spat, pointing his finger toward Eren. "Then E had to go mess shit up."

The atmosphere tightened even further, and I could feel the blood rising to my face as Levi’s eyes locked onto Ony with cold fury. In one swift motion, Levi crossed the distance between them and grabbed Ony by the collar of his shirt. "You really think you're in a position to talk?" Levi growled, his voice like a razor edge. "You’re truly insufferable."

Ony didn’t flinch. Not a single muscle in his body twitched as Levi held him there, glaring down with pure contempt. For a moment, it felt like time stood still, the anger crackling between them. The tension was thick enough to cut with a knife, but Ony refused to show any sign of weakness.

Levi held him there for a moment longer, then finally released him, pushing him roughly back onto his feet. "You’ll regret this, Ony," Levi said quietly, almost conversationally. "And I won’t make the mistake of tolerating it again."

Ony straightened himself, wiping the dirt off his shirt. His eyes burned with anger, but there was a sense of helplessness in them now too. The quiet between everyone felt heavy, as if the storm was only just beginning.

Levi stepped back, glancing at YN's mother one last time. "I’ve said my piece. You can deal with your kids, but this stays off my streets. If I see this escalating again..." He let the threat hang in the air, the unsaid words more powerful than any direct statement.

Then, turning to me, he gestured toward Jean and Reiner. "Get him in the car. We’re leaving."

The tension wasn’t fully gone, but Levi had spoken, and his word was final. Everyone else seemed to shrink back under the weight of it.

As I walked past YN, her gaze met mine for a moment. There was something in her eyes—something I couldn’t quite place. A mix of confusion, anger, and maybe even disappointment. I had no idea what she wanted from me, but I knew one thing for sure: this wasn't over. Not by a long shot.

The atmosphere shifted as Levi's voice rang out, commanding and final. "You're not going back in that house," he said, his tone leaving no room for argument. "Pack your shit, you're moving out tonight." He turned to Ony’s mom, his gaze cold, but there was no warmth in it. He might have been trying to make her understand, but there was no softness in his voice when he said, "It’s for your own good."

Ony’s mom began to cry, her sobs shaky, as if the weight of everything finally hit her. "Why?" she whispered through the tears. "Why can’t you just stop?" But Ony, as usual, remained stoic. The years of conditioning, of living in this world, had taught him to hold his emotions in check. And even in this moment of pain, he did not let her see the cracks in his armor.

YN’s glare toward me didn’t falter, but I could feel it burning into me. I didn’t care. If anything, it made it easier to get closer to her. I’d been playing this game for too long, and now I was ready to finish it.

Ony sighed, walking over to his mother. His voice was quiet, almost resigned. "It’s fine, Mom. I’ll be good," he said, though it was clear he didn’t believe it.

And then, the slap came.

It was loud, sharp, a sickening sound of a mother losing all hope for her son. Ony looked shocked, his face stinging from the blow, but he didn’t say anything. His mother’s words were laced with heartbreak. "I no longer want you around," she said, her voice trembling with emotion. "Look at what you’re doing with your life, your family... and now this boy. You bring him around your cousin, and look where it’s gotten you."

It was a moment of clarity for her, the realization that her son was beyond saving in her eyes. And for a second, I almost felt pity for her. But it didn’t last long.

Ony didn’t flinch at her words or the slap. Instead, he just stood there, looking like the world had crumbled around him. "I’m still gonna take care of things at home, Mama," he said softly, though the edge in his voice was still there.

He turned to YN, his expression softening for a moment, but it was a fleeting softness. "You know where my other spot is," he said, almost reluctantly. "Take my car over there. You can have it." His words were like an offer, but I knew they came with strings attached. He was trying to make it seem like he still had some control in this situation.

YN didn’t respond immediately. She just stood there, her arms folded, a deep frown etched on her face as she stared at her cousin. The anger, the hurt, it all swirled in her gaze. She didn’t want any part of this life, but here it was—looming over her whether she liked it or not.

But as Ony turned to leave, I couldn’t help but feel a surge of satisfaction. The game was getting more complicated, but in the end, it was all about control. And I would have it, one way or another.

Levi, still holding onto that air of authority, didn’t say another word. He was done, his focus shifting back to the bigger picture. "Get him out of here," he ordered.

And with that, the scene fell back into an uncomfortable silence, everyone waiting for the next move, the next play. I wasn’t sure what YN would do next, but I knew one thing for sure: she was getting deeper into this world, whether she wanted to or not. And I would be there to guide her—whether she liked it or not.

Ony’s eyes burned with rage as he glared at Eren. It wasn’t the first time I’d wanted to kill him, but this time... this time, it felt different. There was no hesitation in my gut, no second-guessing. He’d gone too far, and the only thing stopping me from putting a bullet in him right there was the fact that YN was still standing beside him.

Ony’s POV

I clenched my fists, the sting from my mother’s slap still lingering, but the fury boiling inside me pushed it aside. YN was the last person I wanted dragged into this mess. She was better than this world—better than me, even. But Eren... He had a hold on her now, whether she realized it or not. And I couldn’t just let that happen.

I turned away from them, my anger flaring as I took a slow, deliberate step toward the door. I could feel Eren's gaze following me, like he was waiting for something. What did he want from me? He already knew I had no power over YN when it came to the choices she made. But him? He would take advantage of that power.

"She’s not yours, Eren," I muttered under my breath, my hands still trembling with the thought of what might happen next.

I wasn’t leaving without a fight. Not this time.

I’d been trying to keep her away from this life—away from me, but every time I tried to do the right thing, every time I thought I could protect her from all this darkness, something always pulled her back in. And now, here I was, standing on the edge, watching Eren get closer to her. The realization hit me hard: this wasn’t just some rivalry. This was war.

I heard Eren’s words, his cold, calculating voice still fresh in my mind. He didn’t care about anything or anyone except getting what he wanted. He had no problem wrecking lives along the way, and this time, it was mine he was playing with.

I turned back to face him, my resolve hardening. "You think you can have her just because you’re some untouchable god in this game?" I gritted my teeth. "I’ll make you regret it."

But it wasn’t just about YN anymore. It was about me. I wasn’t letting anyone, especially Eren, fuck shit up.

I leaned back against the cold, leather seat of Levi’s jeep, my mind spinning with everything that had just gone down. The tension between Eren and me was thicker than the air in the car. I could feel the heat of his presence all the way from his hell cat, but I kept my eyes forward, refusing to give him the satisfaction of seeing how much his actions were fucking with my head.

I didn’t even know where we were all this is going. All I knew was that once this mess was over, I’d be the one left picking up the pieces—just like always. My mom, YN, my own damn pride. It was all slipping through my fingers, and I was powerless to stop it.

Levi’s eyes were cold, calculating, like he was already planning the next step in this twisted game. Jean and Reiner were eerily quiet, their faces unreadable. There was an air of inevitability hanging around, like none of us were getting out of this without blood being spilled.

My mind flicked back to YN—her eyes, those damn eyes that looked at me like she still saw the boy I once was, the one who wanted out of all this. But it wasn’t that simple anymore. I couldn’t just walk away. Not from her. Not from this life.

Eren, that motherfucker, always pushing buttons, always getting what he wanted at everyone else’s expense. He didn’t care. He never had. But I didn’t have the luxury of that indifference. I couldn’t just take what I wanted without considering the cost.

I wanted to run to her, to take her out of this whole fucking mess. But I knew I couldn’t. Eren was already there, already in the game. And YN was too caught up in her own way of thinking to see the bigger picture. She thought she could stay separate from all of this. But in the end, this life would swallow her whole, just like it was going to swallow me.

I glanced out the window as the city lights blurred by. I didn’t know how much time we had before things got worse. But I could feel it coming, and when it hit, I wasn’t sure who would be left standing.

The sound of the engine hummed in the background, like a lullaby, and I let my eyes fall shut for a moment, trying to steady my breathing. The pain would come later, I was sure of it. But for now, all I could do was sit in this silence and brace myself for whatever Levi had in store. Because whatever came next, I knew it wasn’t going to be pretty.

We finally pulled up to the warehouse. The sound of Eren’s screams cut through the air as we walked into the warehouse. I knew exactly what was happening—Levi’s crew was making sure Eren wasn’t getting off easy. It was like a ritual, part of the price you paid for stepping out of line. I hated seeing him like that, but the truth was, I couldn’t do anything to stop it. He was as much a part of this as I was.

Levi’s presence was almost eerie, the way he walked into the chaos and immediately took control, silencing the commotion around him with nothing more than a single word. “Stop.”

I could see Eren, slumped against the wall, his face battered, his shirt torn and stained with blood. He wasn’t the only one who’d taken hits; his pain, the way it made him look weak—it made my gut twist. But Levi wasn’t finished.

Levi turned to me, his smile almost predatory, as if he enjoyed this power. “Well, it’s your turn, Ony.”

Before I could react, the first kick landed square in my ribs. I gasped, the air forced from my lungs as I stumbled back. My arm twinged with pain, the one I’d been shot in, but I did my best not to show it. I knew better than to let them see any weakness. It was a mistake I’d made before, and it always cost me.

“Don’t hurt the arm he got shot in... too much,” Levi’s voice rang out, smooth and calm as always, but there was a certain coldness to it that made me feel like I was nothing more than a pawn in his game.

The second kick came faster, harder. My ribs cracked under the pressure, the pain searing through my body like fire. But still, I didn’t give them the satisfaction of hearing me scream. I kept my breath steady, focusing on keeping my mind sharp instead of letting the pain take control.

This was the price I had to pay. For being in this life. For taking shit for granted. For getting involved with someone like Eren and this life. I had always known it would come to this, but that didn’t mean I had to like it.

The crew circled around me, their eyes on me like I was some kind of animal they were about to break. But I wouldn’t let them. Not yet.

Levi watched from the sidelines, his eyes gleaming with amusement as if he were watching a fight in a pit. The longer this went on, the more I realized—this wasn’t about punishment for me. This was about power. About control. And right now, it was his game, and I was just a piece on the board.

I could hear Eren stirring in the corner, still too beaten to move, but his eyes were on me. There was something in them—something dangerous. He wasn’t going to let this go. Not by a long shot. Neither of us were.

But as Levi turned his gaze on me again, I knew one thing for sure: I wouldn’t break. I might be down, but I wasn’t out. Not yet.

The pain in my arm exploded, sending a jolt through my entire body. It was like the heat of the burn couldn’t be contained anymore. I wanted to scream, but I didn’t. I wouldn’t give them that satisfaction. I wouldn’t give Levi the power to revel in my agony. But when they hit me in that arm again, something inside of me snapped.

I didn’t even think, I just acted. My body moved on its own, fueled by pure rage. I charged toward Eren, my vision blurring with anger. He was still slumped against the wall, bloodied, but his eyes were sharp, focused. I knew he could see the storm building inside of me.

As I lunged at him, the rest of the crew started to move, but Levi’s voice sliced through the air, stopping them dead in their tracks. “Let him go.”

The room fell silent except for the sound of my breathing, ragged and heavy. Eren’s eyes narrowed. He knew what was coming, but I didn’t care anymore. I wasn’t just angry at him for what he had done to YN. No, this was about all the years of pain, betrayal, and regret that had built up inside of me. He was just the target right now.

I reached him in seconds, grabbing him by the collar, lifting him off the ground. His breath hitched in surprise, but there was no fear in his eyes. Just determination. He wasn’t going to let me have the satisfaction of breaking him.

He swung at me, and I barely dodged, feeling the wind rush past my face as his fist missed by inches. I countered, slamming my fist into his stomach. The sound of the punch echoed through the warehouse. Eren grunted but fought back, catching me off guard with a knee to my side. The pain shot through me, but I didn’t stop.

I wanted to break him. I wanted him to feel everything I was feeling.

The crew was watching, but I didn’t care. All that mattered was that I had him, and for the first time in a long while, I was in control. I shoved him back, watching as he struggled to keep his footing.

“You think you can take me down, Ony?” he spat out, his voice dripping with defiance.

I gritted my teeth, my fists tightening at my sides. I wanted to say something, to taunt him back, but the words got stuck in my throat. Instead, I swung again, catching him in the jaw, sending him crashing to the ground.

But even as I stood there, breathing heavily, watching him struggle to rise, I realized something. There was no satisfaction in this. No victory.

It felt hollow. Like I was fighting for something I couldn’t even understand.

I glanced at Levi, who stood there with a slight smirk, enjoying the chaos unfolding. But even his presence couldn’t mask the emptiness gnawing at me.

I was still going to finish this, but it wasn’t just about beating Eren anymore. It was about me trying to fix a broken piece of myself. And I knew, deep down, that even if I crushed him, it wouldn’t fix anything.

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d0llcuries · 2 months ago

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ICE-CREAM FOR TWO

pairing(s): reiner braun x fem! reader

summary: you hated him for dragging you to marley, for every stolen chance at freedom. you expected the feeling to be mutual as you rented him for four long years but it wasn't. what better way to address this than ice-cream!

author's note: uh, i guess i write for aot now. blame my cousin and her insistence on getting me addicted to this stupid show for the possibility of inaccurate writing. i love reiner pls send requests for aot 🤲🏽

the market cradled you today in a way almost cruel, with its heat and grit pressing close, air thick with burnt coffee, iron on the breeze, syrupy traces of cotton candy and caramel inviting you into the hic et nunc, although you didn’t want to be. you hated this noise, this heat, the whole crowded mess of voices folding together like waves. you hated how it almost felt like home. you hated how you could almost trick yourself into calling it that if you tried hard enough. a mirror showing something soft, distant, something that could’ve been yours in some other life. no matter how warm the market held you, the truth settled somewhere beneath it all. this land is borrowed, marley is not home, and no amount of rose-tinted glass could change that.

under a washed-out sky, baskets burst with flowers like muted fireworks, children racing in loops, dogs tangled and nipping at their heels. you thought about reiner before you saw him. he was sitting across the square, shoulders hunched as if he were carrying every brick and stone of marley on his back, the same as he’d carried those in paradis. he looked like he was far away, somewhere only he knew how to reach. you still saw that ghost of the soldier you thought he was back then, before everything came apart.

you’d told yourself you wouldn’t go near him, wouldn’t let him know that, after all this time, you’d never quite stopped noticing him. you wonder why you think of him so much, why he takes up all this space in your mind even when he's not near. it was strange how close you were and weren’t, your lives spooled together and then split, moth-eaten like old twine.

but then gabi’s voice broke into your thoughts.

“hey, yn! can you buy us ice cream, please? come on, it’s not far! the ice-cream stand's like.. right around the corner, and i haven’t had any in soooooo long!” gabi stretched out the ‘so long’ ensuring that you felt every inch of the ache that came from a whole season without the taste of frozen sugar. she practically sang, her sticky hand finding yours and pulling before you’d had a chance to respond.

before you knew it, you were standing at the old ice-cream stand, faded to a dull blue, the wood bleached and splintering under too many hot days. the vendor, an older man with sunburned skin and tired eyes, barely lifted his gaze as he rattled off the list of flavors available.

while you hadn’t chosen this home, you chose these people, or maybe they chose you in some inexplciable way. the days of resentment, the times you’d longed to be anywhere but marley, softened over time. gabi, falco, and udo, each of them with their bright, trusting faces had managed to bring out a warmth in you that you’d forgotten was there. you hadn’t planned to love them, but they’d worked their way into the little cracks between loneliness and anger, without effort or warning. it felt like love. you loved them.

“please, please, please?” gabi’s voice tumbled out, each please more insistent than the last. you pressed your lips together, trying to chase away the smile that wanted to break free, but there was no stopping it. the vendor cleared his throat, glancing at the line of customers that was growing behind you, and that pressure paired with gabiʼs nagging commenced the immediate collapse of any resolve you’d held and any remaining choice you had.

“alright, alright,” you murmured. “three, please,” you said, “two caramel swirls… and a chocolate.”

you pull the coins from your purse, and slide them across the vendor’s counter, a quick glance past the crowd where you know reiner’s somewhere out there, not close but close enough. you dig back into your purse, pull out enough for an extra ice cream, and place it on the wood. “and one more, vanilla.”

the vendor didn't blink. he handed you the cones with a practiced indifference, the soft edges already drooping in the heat, melting faster than they should. gabi snatched hers right away, giving a quick “thanks!” but not really looking at you. she didn’t need to, her appreciation was in her wide-eyed grin and the way she immediately started devouring the cone as if she’d waited years for it. udo took his with a quiet “thank you,” glancing at the cone like it was the first good thing he’d seen all day. falco gave a small nod, not meeting your eyes, as if the simple gesture was too much kindness to take all at once.

you glance at the extra cone in your hand, and you think about the boy—no, man—you had brought it for.

your gaze flickered to the square, and there he was, his silhouette made of pale, ghostly gold and all the fragments that cling to it. the blond of his hair catches and curls like a match struck in silence as he rests on the bench with moss staining its feet in a green kiss. “stay close. don't wander off,” you murmur to gabi and the boys, a mother’s instinct in a stranger’s affection. the market seems to swell as faces blur into patches of color and shadow.

usually heʼd be the one buying them the sweets, trailing behind like he belonged to the children, not the other way around. he’d slip coins to the vendor, barely seen, to make sure the kids stayed kids, get them something sweet to carry home sticky on their fingers. his presence made the kids feel safe. that was his gift to them.

he didn’t see you, not at first, lost in whatever he’d wrapped around himself, his elbows resting on his knees and his eyes focused on something far off, his expression pulled into that mask of solemnity that’s so familiar it hurts. there’s a ghost of a frown in his brow from spending too much time thinking about things he didn’t want to think about. it was only when you were close enough that he looked up, startled, it was clear he wasn't expecting to see you. there was a tension in him, he sort of resembled an animal caught between choices, wanting to flee but rooted to the spot.

“i thought you’d want one,” you said, holding the cone out. it wasn’t often that you spoke to him this way, or at all. not about something as simple as ice-cream.

he stared at it first, then up at you. for a heartbeat you thought he might actually refuse it, let the ice-cream coat your hand with melted stickiness just to spite you for they way you resented him for the past four years.

“they give that to you for free?” he said, his eyes drifted somewhere just beyond the market stalls, like he was only half-invested in the jab.

something in his tone snagged, left a thin, invisible cut. he had every reason to say it, you supposed, but it still bruised in a way it shouldn’t. “no,” you shot back, trying not to let his offhand remark knock too hard against the satisfaction you’d felt just moments ago. “i bought it for you.”

with a breath soft as surrender, he looked up at you, and you could feel it, the way he saw you, had always seen you, from the days you were both cadets stumbling through ranks and routines. he’d always thought you were pretty, even when thought you didn't interact often.

the word devil was supposed to define you. reiner was trained to see you that way, to let a thick wall of prejudice stand between you both, forged over years of lessons and oaths. in marley, they pressed that word into people like you, used it to shape you into something repulsive. it was easy to believe it as a child, to see you through the war-stained images they painted, to think of you as something marley’s soldiers had been trained to conquer and devastate. but somehow, that wall never felt as solid with you. he tried to keep it up, you could tell from the way his gaze would shift from warm to cold so quickly, his jaw setting hard as if he was gripping some old lesson, forcing himself to remember why he wasn’t supposed to care. and you hated him for it as much as you didn’t. it was like he had stolen every sense of belonging from you, yet kept a fragile piece of it alive in himself, offering it back in little moments you refused to trust.

he’d always figured he’d have to wait, maybe forever for that forgiveness, if it came at all. for four years, he’d held onto the hope that one day you might look at him without that burning hatred in your eyes. over time, he’d let that hope slip through his fingers, learning to live in the shadow of what he thought he’d ruined.

but now, standing here, he felt something he hadn’t dared to let himself feel in a long time. the way you looked at him was different—not hardened or distant, but softened, like there was warmth in you meant just for him. it was subtle, but it caught him completely off guard, a look that lingered a little too long, the edges softening just enough for him to see something he’d once believed was lost.

he wanted to say something, anything, to reach out, but he found himself rooted, afraid to break whatever delicate understanding hung between you. he’s always been so careful with you, so mindful of your boundaries. your gaze didn’t waver, and he felt it like a quiet ache, as if, finally, there was a chance your view of him had changed.

he took the cone with hands that were larger than you remembered, rough and scarred and cracked in places. in his grasp, the small offering looked absurdly delicate.

“thanks.”

you settle on the edge of the bench beside him, close enough to feel the warmth radiating from his skin, but not quite touching.

“you didn’t have to do this,” he said, his voice subdued, as if he was suppressing emotions that he couldn’t articulate.

“i wanted to,” you reply simply, the words soft but steady, a quiet confession hidden in plain sight. it’s not much, just a simple act of kindness, but it feels like more than that, like a tentative step toward something new, something neither of you quite knows how to name.

“i’m not good at this,” he admits after a long pause, the unexpected confession falling between you. he doesn’t look at you, eyes locked on the melting drip tracing a path down his knuckle.

you let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding. “good at what?”

he’s quiet for a moment, so quiet that the hum of the market seems louder, pressing in from all sides. when he finally speaks, his voice is low, almost hesitant. “being close. to anyone.”

you shift slightly, your knee brushing against his leg. it’s so slight it could be an accident, but it’s not. “well, you’re here now.”

he looks up at you then with an unconcealed reverence that makes your heart lurch in your chest, eyes softening around the edges, holding that mix of confusion and hope that makes him look almost boyish. “yeah, i am.”

the silence stretches, but this time it’s warm, inviting. you can see him wrestling with something, the way his jaw tightens, loosens, the way his thumb traces a line across the wood of the bench as if trying to ground himself.

“it’s strange,” he starts, eyes flickering to yours before darting away again, “this..” he nods to the space inbetween you, “feels like more than i deserve.”

your gaze lingers on him, and you swallow back the pool of savila resting on your tongue. “maybe we’re both not good at this,” you whisper, a shy honesty threading through your voice. “but i think we could be.”

he blinks. “you think so?”

“yeah,” you say, the word barely more than a breath but heavy with everything you mean. “i do.”

and for the first time in years, he lets himself believe it.

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