mother mar, 30, she/her, reiner’s wife
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whipping up a horny storm. I post whatever takes my fancy but it is 99% aot and jjk!
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hold onto ur pussies gang
hold onto ur pussies gang
u guys wanna see mr mar do a card trick
I’m trying to upload the video btw but tumblr hates me :(((((
u guys wanna see mr mar do a card trick
your fave is currently laying in his bed, face flushed and sweaty, chest heaving as he fucks into his fist while moaning your name and wondering what the weight of your body would feel like bouncing in his lap in rhythm of his pumps
often I forget it’s not common knowledge that I give reiner 7 kids
dante x f!reader. established relationship, fluff. | wc 807, reading time: less than 5 minutes.
“Oh shit!”
You exclaim too quickly as you walk into your kitchen after tossing your keys and bag aside and taking your shoes off. The wall between the entryway and the kitchen is a blind spot, leaving you unprepared to walk in on a towel clad, still dripping from the shower version of Dante who grins and points at you.
“Welcome ho-o-o-me.”
He sings his greeting while you press your hand against your chest, trying to catch your breath and slow your heart rate from the surprise of seeing him. It’s never that shocking that he makes his way into your apartment, he does know where the spare key is. A spare key that is just the one you had made for him he insisted that he couldn’t take so you hid it in a place you knew he’d find it.
Clearly it has been used.
You eye him up and down though it’s playful, folding your arms over your chest while approaching him.
“Let me guess. You used the good stuff in the shower and have finished off the last of the juice by now too, right?”
Dante shrugs in response, turning the shrug into a shimmy that gradually becomes something more frenetic, his whole body moving in response. The ends of his hair drip onto your floor yet it’s impossible to do much but smile sweetly at his rolling chest and shaking hips.
“Is this your version of a mating dance?” Whispering out of the corner of your mouth, you raise your brows while wrapping an arm around his moving hips. “I feel like a girl bird or something right now.”
“Dunno, is it working?”
Shaking your head, you grin up at him. Distraction successful, he notes to none but himself.
“Hi handsome,” the words are muffled while you press a kiss to his smiling mouth.
Dante’s hand naturally falls to the small of your back and he pulls you against him, chest to chest, and swaying softly in place with you. You look down to check on your feet, quickly returning them upward to glance at him. Those pretty blue eyes stare down at you, his lips curling into a fond smile when his eyes fall upon the crinkle of your nose.
You lean against his bicep, letting him rock you at a rhythm nobody but him can hear.
Copying the little sing-song in his voice from earlier, you raise your eyebrows expectantly while asking. “Seriously, what are you doing?”
He pulls you tighter against him and you place your feet atop his, letting him take full control of whatever is happening. A big hand slides from your lower back to your ass, cupping it gently. The damp towel over his thighs gets the front of you wet but whatever worry it causes fades away while you let him step you around, holding onto you and swinging you in a makeshift circle. He indicates he’s about to dip you and you giggle, bending backward over his arm and wrinkling your nose again while he leans in to collect a small kiss.
“Making myself at home just like you always tell me to.”
Grinning, another giggle springs out of you.
“You mean it this time?”
A stronger man would stick to his values and say no. He’d avoid this - the domesticity that makes a wild man tame and lazy. He’d decline the comfort of your shampoo and sheets, the fridge that’s always semi full, the pleasure of seeing the owner of his favorite pair of lips and hands and other things in her natural habitat.
A man is only as strong as his biggest weakness. Dante’s fortunate that his weakness possesses so much strength of her own, enough to keep pushing the issue until you knew he’d eventually give in.
He nods, his amused-at-your-surprise smile fading into something fond. A knowing smirk perhaps, always certain that you knew he’d end up giving in eventually. A simple bow of his head puts it just above yours.
“Yeah,” he kisses you and you greedily allow it, the dancing pausing while his towel slides a little lower on his hips. Both of you burst into a fit of childish giggles, the arm you have slung around his waist pinning the towel in place to keep him decent.
“Think I’d have to be an idiot to keep leaving such a good thing.”
His lips barely part from yours yet he continues to speak, the dancing paused in favor of touching, hand sliding across every still clothed part of you they can touch. Lost in the moment, you slide your arm upward and the towel wrapped around his hips falls to your feet.
“Yeah, I think so too.” You whisper, lifting a foot to kick the towel aside while he reaches to grab your thigh and wrap your leg around his waist.
Never one to miss a signal, you hop up and wrap them both around him, resuming your giggling and kissing while being carried off to christen the couch like it hasn’t been done a thousand times before.
At least it’s a couch you technically share now.