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obsess | e.yeager

eren yeager x fem!reader

!!: heavy smut! vaginal sex, eren is obessed with you, praise, dirty talk, flirting, male oral giving, eren being disgustingly down bad, eren sex god!! all characters aged up.

You didn’t need do to a lot to get male attention.

The way your perfectly hips rocked as you walked, your perky breasts bouncing ever so slightly with each step, your perfect, long luscious hair swinging in the wind had many, men and women, staring at you. You couldn’t help it—it wasn’t your fault your Mother passed down such incredible genes.

When you’d walk into rooms or the cafeteria at your college, you’d have many heads turning just to watch you. You didn’t mind it, though, as many other pretty girls did. You liked the attention secretly.

But, amongst all the boys who stared and whispered about you as you walked past. No boy like him ever had the courage to come up and talk to you.

You were surprised when the tall brunette sauntered over to you, radiating confidence as he approached the bench you were perched upon in the courtyard. You admired the way the white t-shirt he was wearing hugged his muscles so perfectly, watching as his hands were stuffed into the oversized grey sweatpants he wore on his bottom half, hiding the rest of the tattoos he had littered over his arms and hands, as well as his neck. He had his dark brown locks thrown into a messy bun, a few rogue strands framing his face, suiting his piercing green eyes as he stared down at you. He was hot.

So, when he took a seat next to you and flirted like his life depended on it—you were taken aback. The only time you’d ever been intrigued by a guy and their antics. He was perfect, so incredibly gorgeous and had a way with words for certain. He had you hooked from one conversation and you couldn’t get him out of your head.

So, that’s how he got you to see him outside of classes and how he had you making risky decisions after only knowing him for a few days.

And that’s how he has you any time he wants.

“Oh, Eren, fuuuuck.” You drawled as you grasped the headboard desperately, your knuckles gleaming white as you gripped the cold metal.

“What, baby?” He teased, his voice laced with a teasing tone, his hands resting harshly against the pudge of your hips as he held you where he wanted you.

That sinisterly intriguing voice of his is how he got you stuffed full of his dick in his dimly lit room and your eyes streaming full of tears at the meer size of his cock.

Words failed you as you gripped his headboard as your trembling thighs straddled him, your cheeks flushed red and covered in your tears. This was the third round he’d had you in—your legs were aching and your pussy was quivering due to the amount of times he’d made you cum in the last hour.

He had you bent over his desk the first round, his hands pawing at your waist and ass as he pounded into you from behind. Only pulling out once to cum all over your back with a low groan of pleasure—only doing so after he’d reached underneath you and circled your clit while pushing further into you until you creamed around his thick cock.

The second round, his head resided between your thighs as you sprawled out on his bed, panting and whining as his tongue worked wonders against your throbbing clit. Eren didn’t stop until you’d cum twice and were kicking him off your trembling pussy, panting like a dog in heat. Eren may have stopped devouring your pussy with his mouth—but, he wasn’t done with you yet. He fucked you in missionary, your right leg on his shoulder as he rammed into you, stringing dirty sentences together to add to the intense pleasure you felt. He, once again, only pulled out to cum all over your tits and face, groaning your name as you stuck out your tongue for his load like the dirty slut you were.

Now, he had you riding him, the third and final round as he promised. Though, your attempt to ride him with your tired, shaking legs was poor—so Eren gripped your hips harshly, his cold rings pressing deliciously against your warm skin, and lifted you up and down on his cock, which remained still dangerously hard and ready to release for a third time.

“Come on, beautiful, use your words.” Eren drawled, his voice low and dark as his eyes bore into yours. His hand reached up from your hip to wipe the tears from your face, the other slowly rolling you back and forth on him, sparking a loud, elicit moan from your mouth as your clit rolled against his pelvic bone.

“‘M so tired, ‘Ren.” You slurred, “Can’t take it anymore.”

“I know, baby, I know,” He fawned at you, brushing the hair that stuck to your sweaty forehead out the way, “‘M so mean for making you cum so many times, aren’t I?”

You nodded absentmindedly as his hand returned to your hip, continuing to roll you back and forth against him, feeling the way his tip jabbed against your sweet spot every time he did so.

You yelled out in pleasure as his hips bucked up abruptly, the head of cock kissing your cervix evilly. Your hands rushed to his defined shoulders, stringing whines from your mouth as he laughed at you, his chest rocking as he gripped your hips harder. You knew what was coming.

“Eren, plea—“

Eren didn’t let you finish as he began bucking his hips upwards inside you at a devilish pace, his hands holding onto your hips for dear life. His grunts and groans of pleasure filled your ears as he did so, his pearly white teeth biting down on his plump bottom lip as he stared down at his disappearing cock.

You couldn’t help but stare at the pure beauty that engulfed him as he rolled his eyes back in pure pleasure of your tight pussy. The sight of him sparked adrenaline throughout your body as you pressed down against his shoulders as you brought your body down to meet him half way, pushing every thrust deeper.

“Oooh, fuuuck, baby, that’s it,” Eren praised, his hands digging further into you and you leant forward to nibble at his neck, littering purple marks against his tattooed skin.

One of his hands flew to your clit as he continued to fuck upwards into your wet walls, the sound of your slick covering him filled room along with your desperate moans.

The pressure in your stomach grew faster than ever before as he rubbed your bud swiftly, his pace never faltering, “Mmm, ‘rennie, ‘m gonna cum.” You whined, your eyes squeezing shut as his cock abused your G-spot deliciously over and over again.

“Yeah? Yeah, you ‘gon cum for ‘rennie, hm?” Eren pushed, knowing how close you were, “Cum with me, baby, make ‘rennie cum with that pretty pussy.”

You pushed yourself faster down on his as you chased after your high, soon catching it. Throwing your head back, your leg tensed up as you moaned loudly, your orgasm hitting you for the last time like a ten tonne truck. Eren soon followed, holding your hips down, his fingers twitching against your clit as he spilled himself inside you, groaning against your neck as he kissed the delicate skin.

You soon came down from your high, your chest heaving quickly as you stared down at him, feeling his large cock finally becoming flaccid inside you. You bit your lip in pure ecstasy as the brunette boy peered down at you, a smirk resting on his kiss-swollen lips.

He pecked your lips lovingly as he lifted you off his member slowly, making sure to take your aching body and pussy into consideration as he moved you. He laid you on your back on his ruffled sheets, pressing a gentle kiss to your knuckles before retreating to his bathroom. He soon returned with a warm, wet cloth which he used to clean the three loads of cum off your body, his last dripping from you and down your thighs.

As he did so, your eyes fluttered shut as tiredness coaxed you into a deep sleep, your mouth resting openly comfortably. Eren chuckled quietly at the state of you—feeling proud of himself that he’d managed to have the most wanted girl in your college in every way possible.

He planted a sweet kiss to your forehead, “You got me obsessed, girl.”

shoutout to all my fellow smut enjoyers

Reiner: do you guys think different paint colours have different taste?

Connie: they do

Jean: …..why did you say that with such certainty?

First half of Season 2 is so under appreciated for having the funniest fucking group of characters

Christa - Secretly Historia Reiss, royal-blooded bastard child of the King of the Walls, and only remaining heir to the throne of Paradis

Ymir - Secretly the Jaw Titan, a girl out of time who comes from Marley 60 years in the past, preserved for decades in Pure Titan form

Reiner - Secretly the Armored Titan, a soldier from Marley sent on a mission to act as a double agent and recover the Coordinate, who orchestrated the Fall of Shiganshina

Bertholdt - Secretly the Colossal Titan, a soldier from Marley sent on a mission to act as a double agent and recover the Coordinate, who also orchestrated the Fall of Shiganshina

Connie - Bald

Connie was the only one without prior military training or special titan powers or the protection of someone with titan powers and he still was in the 10 best people of their year. He is one of the strongest mortals there if you think about it o.o.

God, Connie really is the sickest dude ever.

The rest of us would be having some serious imposter syndrome anxieties while standing with all those goats, and he's just like "nah, this is my place. These 4 are titans, she was bred to be an assassin, this is the smartest guy in the country, and my name's Connie - it's nice to meet ya *wink* " before tripping and falling on his own fucking face.

I can't allow you keeping this in the tags!

How dare you! xD

work wife | r.braun.

reiner braun x fem!reader

!!: cheating (im sorry), heaaaaaavy smut, vaginal sex, sex at work (taking nsfw literally), oral male receiving, use of the word ‘sir’ a lot, slight public sex? but not rlly, creampie (oops), fingering, boss!reiner and secretary!reader, dirty talk, swearing!

“Good-morning, Mr.Braun.”

Your sickly sweet voice sent chills down Reiner’s spine as you sat, perfect posture with a disgustingly beautiful smile on your perfect face, at your secretary desk right outside his office.

He smiled down at you, swallowing thickly as his perverted eyes landed down your white button-up shirt to your cleavage, “Morning,” He managed to force out as he quickly sped into his office, practically slamming the door behind himself.

He let out a shaky breath as he swallowed yet again, attempting to coat his obviously dry throat. He placed his black briefcase on his large Oak desk, and planting himself abruptly onto his enlarged leather chair. He sighed loudly as he rubbed his tired eyes, the image of your perfect smile imprinted in his brain as he pulled his laptop out of his briefcase.

The rest of the morning was quiet as usual, Reiner occasionally taking a five minute break to peer out his massive office windows, displaying the bustling streets of New York, while he sipped his coffee. He loved this job—being a CEO at a tech company wasn’t easy, but was definitely fulfilling. It had its downs, but had many more perks.

Knock, knock, knock..

“Sir?”

Ah, the number one perk.

“Come in.”

The door creaked open loudly as your figure appeared in the doorway, a small smile on your face as you clutched a dozen files against your perfect chest.

“Some files from the weekend while you were away, sir,” You informed him, shutting the door behind you and walking towards his desk.

You placed them gently next to his laptop, your manicured nails on full display for him as you did so. This was the first time he’d seen your full outfit today—you rocked a tight, white button-up, a dangerously short pencil skirt, black tights and slutty black heels.

“Thank you,” He replied, not daring to even look away from your perfect frame as you smiled down at him.

“Beautiful day, isn’t it?” You chirped, walking slowly around his desk to the large windows, peering down at all the people just as Reiner does himself.

“Mhm.”

You glance over at the muscled man, just to be greeted with his eyes fixated on you. His large biceps were practically busting out of his white shirt, and his dress pants doing the same against his large thighs as he manspread.

“How was your weekend? You went away with your wife, right?”

Reiner couldn’t help but notice the way you spat the words ‘your wife’ when you spoke, your voice laced with venom at the mere thought of her.

“Oh, yeah, right, I did,” He answered, rubbing his blonde, wispy, beard, “Didn’t end exactly how we wanted though,”

“Oh?” You questioned, walking slowly towards his desk, your voice pushing him to elaborate. You slid your body onto his desk, your legs dangling off the edge as you stared down at him, “C’mon, Sir, I’ll promise to keep it secret,”

Reiner tried to ignore the way his eyes darted up your skirt as the flirtatious words sparked straight into his pants, “She accused me of cheating,” He laughed, shaking his head.

You didn’t reply this time, waiting for him to keep talking, though, your eyes never left his muscly frame.

“I was showering when she went through my phone, and started going off at me while I was in the shower. Even when I got out, she wouldn’t stop going on at me, and it carried on all weekend,” He chuckled, “Can’t get a minute’s peace,”

“Oh, Sir, that’s awful,” You pouted, trying to hide your smirk at the way Reiner tensed up as you ran your foot up his calf, “And did you?”

Reiner cleared his throat loudly as he stared up at you, his thick eyebrows furrowed, “Did I what?”

“Cheat.”

“No, God, no. No.” He insisted, trying to stop his mind from racing at the way your foot kept moving against him.

“But, would you?”

His heart nearly stopped at the words that fell past your plump lips. He could’ve fainted if it wasn’t for the pure excitement flooding through his system that kept his heart hammering in his chest.

“Sorry?”

You knew he knew what you meant by the way your smirk only grew on your face. Your expression was devilish as you stared down at him.

“I said. Would you cheat?”

Words failed Reiner as your foot changed its usual movements to trail up to his thigh. Now trying to hide his enjoyment would be 1000 times harder.

“Because it seems to me, Sir,” Your voice sounding all too sultry for his liking, “You’re stressed and unhappy, and someone isn’t taking care of your needs.”

Reiner’s jaw falls slack as the words reach his ears, your evil grin never once leaving your face as your eyes never left his own. Jesus, fuck.

“I-um, I don’t think this appropriate.” The angel on Reiner’s shoulder spoke, ignoring the way the devil was practically screaming at him to do something about your insinuation.

“Isn’t this what secretary’s are supposed to do?”

You tried to patch up the dirty situation with a faux reasoning, as you crawled from the desk to his chair, slotting your knee between his thighs and grabbing his tie. Pulling on it to bring your mouth to his ear, revelling in the way his heartbeat thumped against your fist.

“I’m just doing my job for you, Sir.”

Reiner mentally cursed himself at the pure lewdness of the situation he’d landed himself in, the mindless flirting had turned into something he’d only dreamed of while fisting his cock late at night with his useless wife sleeping next to him.

“You’re excellent at your job,” He managed to force out, his voice trembling ever so slightly.

“Then let me take care of you, Sir.” You mewled, planting tentative kisses against his cologned skin, loving the expensive smell.

Fuuuuuck.

He’d never been harder in his entire life as you nibbled at his ear lobe as you whispered about how good you’d take of him and how more relaxed he’d feel after you were done with him.

Knock, knock, knock!

“Mr. Braun? Can I come in?”

Those words once eliciting excitement in him, knowing it was you, now sparked panic in him as the voice of his male colleague rang from outside the door.

“Get under the table, now.” He demanded, his eyes wide with panic as you giggled cheekily before doing as he asked of you.

Reiner cleared his throat before speaking, “Come in.” Ignoring the way his heart hammered in his chest.

His colleague sauntered in, shutting the door behind him, “So, I’ve had an email from Microsoft saying they accept the meeting you’ve requested with the CEO about our new launch, which is great. However, Apple did decline as they aren’t looking for anymore shares at the moment, which is disheartening, but the M.D from the branch I called said he knew you, so he’d arrange for you to be the first on the list next time they’re looking for shares.”

Reiner blinked as the information was reeled at him at lightning speed, his head still full of what occurred merely seconds before he walked into the room.

“Um, yeah, that should be—“

His sentence was cut short as his heart flew to his throat. The feeling of his pants zipper being pulled down shut him up as he felt your manicured hands manhandle the bulge in his boxers.

“That should be fine. Thanks, um, Henry, yeah. Thanks.” Reiner stumbled, wanting nothing more than for the idiot to leave.

“You okay, Sir?”

Reiner nodded, swallowing thickly as you pulled his thick cock from his boxers, feeling your thumb rub over his tip, collecting the pre-cum on your delicate fingers.

“Yep, never better, Henry.” Reiner coughed, rubbing the bridge of his nose as you wrapped your lips around his tip, “I think I’m just, jesus, coming down with something.”

“Awh, man, that sucks,” Yeah something sure is, “I heard there’s something nasty stuff going around the office at the minute.

Some nasty stuff was definitely happening in this room that poor Henry had no idea about.

“Yeah, not ideal, but, fuck, what can you, uh—what can you do, huh?” Reiner chuckled, trying to not sound like a lunatic as you bottomed out his throbbing cock in your wet throat.

Reiner knew he was big—long and thick, and not one girl he’d ever been with had been able to take his whole cock down their throat. You were putting them all, including his wife, to shame.

“Yeah, you’ll just have to ride it out, buddy.”

He coughed loudly, attempting to add to his act, but also to cover the giggle you made around his cock at the accidental sexual joke Henry made. The rumble of your laugh against his cock nearly made him moan out loud if it wasn’t for the fact he was now biting down on his fist, his canines practically piercing the skin.

“Thanks, Henry, I’ll get back to Apple later.”

“Microsoft, you mean, Sir?”

Oh, jesus, get out!

“Yep. Microsoft. Thanks.” Reiner nodded, secretly revelling at the you bobbed your head up and down his length, your petite hands wrapped around the base as you licked and sucked at his angry, pink tip.

Henry left with a smile and polite goodbye, shutting the door behind him. Reiner didn’t waste anymore time.

He stood up from desk abruptly, grabbing you by the hand to stand up, pressing your small frame against his desk, your hands trembling as you anticipated his next move.

“You almost got me caught there.”

You peered up at him through your lashes, your eyes running with tears and your cheeks flushed pink, as a quiet, ‘I’m sorry, Sir’ slipped past your swollen, pink lips, glistening with his spit and his pre-cum.

He could’ve cummed at the sight.

“Y’know, that could’ve got me in a lot of trouble,” He informed you, his hand creeping up your neck to rest on your cheek, “I’m feeling awfully stressed and unhappy now.”

“Sir?”

“Do your job, if you’re so insistent.” He told you, “Be good and listen to your boss.”

“Yes, Sir.”

You wasted no time getting back on your knees, waiting for him take a pleasant seat back on his leather chair. You didn’t wait another second before wrapping your pretty lips around his cock like he’d asked you to. This time, Reiner didn’t have to pretend to act normal, so let his head fall back against the head rest as the feeling of your warm mouth surrounded him.

Your delicate hand once against resided at the base of his cock, pumping him along with attempting to take as much of cock as you did previously as you hollowed your cheeks against him.

“Don’t act all shy now, I thought you were a good secretary?” Reiner teased, placing a large hand at the back of your head, intertwining his fingers into your hair, pushing your head further down his cock.

He laughed lowly at the way your throat contracted around him, your trembling hand leaving the base of his cock to rest against his thighs as your nose brushed against his curly blonde pubic hairs, tears falling from your eyes at the sheer size of him in your throat.

Reiner hummed in delight as he slowly lifted your wet throat up and down his throbbing cock, feeling satisfied with your willingness to make him feel better. And by God, was he feeling better already.

You gagged around him as he began bucking his hips slowly into you—your throat not being prepared for the force of his cock.

“What? Can’t take it all of a sudden now that your boss is in control? Well that’s not very good of you? Shall I report you to HR for being such a slut?”

You shook your head against him as best you could before he pulled you off him, a string of spit connecting your heavy tongue to his leaking tip. You spluttered as you gasped for air, your throat aching ever so slightly as you looked up at your boss.

“Up.”

You did as you were told, standing up from the floor, rubbing your thighs together in order to get any sort of friction to your aching clit.

Reiner stood up and took a few steps towards you, his rock hard cock bobbing with every step he took. His large hands grabbed the backs of your clothed thighs, pushing them upwards as you instinctively jumped up onto the desk.

“Or, you know what,” He spoke lowly, grabbing at the fabric of your tights, “I could just punish you myself.”

Riiiippp!

You gasped as his pure strength tore a large hole in the crotch of your tights, leaving your slutty pink lacy panties on full display for his predatory eyes.

“But, Sir—“

“What, baby? You starting to regret your decision?” He teased, pushing the fabric of your panties to the side, chuckling at the way you gasped as the cold air hit your sweet sex.

“No, no, Sir. Wanna make you feel good.” You mumbled as your chest heaved as his thick fingers fumbled with your buttons of your white button-up.

“Good girl.” He mumbled as he pulled the fabric off your top half, biting his lip at the matching pink lacy bra that clad your intense cleavage he once ogled at, “Jesus.”

“Please, Mr.Braun.” You whined, pulling his tie down to push him close to your body, “‘Need you.”

Reiner didn’t need you to say anything else before his fingers flew to your core. The slick that pooled from you eliciting a groan from his lips as he pushed a thick finger inside you.

“You dirty, dirty girl, so fuckin’ wet for me and I hadn’t even touched you.”

You whined against his neck as you grasped desperately on his tie, pulling it slacker and slacker the more you tugged on it.

He soon pressed a second finger inside your sloppy folds, indulging in the way you cried out lewdly against his shoulder, mumbling about how wet you’d gotten for him by just sucking his cock, making his throbbing boner twitch against your thigh.

“Please, Mr.Braun, need you,” You whined, arching your back against him as he abused your sweet spot over and over again.

“Gotta stretch you for my cock, baby, be patient.”

You pecked at his neck and nibbled the skin of his ear once more, moaning into his ear as he thrust his fingers repeatedly in and out of you, scissoring them to stretch your little pussy for his large cock that dribbled pre-cum on your black tights.

His thumb soon found your aching clit as he began to rub delicious circles against it, loving the way your moans upped an octave at the sudden added pleasure. He couldn’t ever get this out of his wife, you were something else. Someone he knew he wouldn’t just fuck once.

“Mmm, gonna cum, Sir!”

“Yeah? Gonna cum for your boss? Fuckin’ slut.”

His words pushed you over the edge as you came hard around his digits, throwing your head back, whining his name loudly.

“Shut up,” He mumbled, grabbing your chin harshly to meet your gaze, “Don’t want Henry coming back, do we?”

You shook your head as your orgasm still flooded your body like electricity through your veins as you finally came down from your high.

You didn’t even get chance to catch your breath before a large hand wrapped around your neck, pushing your back against the desk and forcing your legs up into the air. Your breath hitched as you felt his tip nudge your entrance, watching as he gathered your slick over himself, jerking it over his length before lining himself up with your tight hole.

He sheathed himself inside you slowly, his grip around your thighs tightening as he pushed his length deeper and deeper inside your tight pussy. His eyes flickered shut as his head lolled against your knee, swallowing to cure his dry throat as you pulsated around him.

He hadn’t even got himself full inside you yet, let alone fucked you properly, but he knew you’d be the best pussy he’d ever had.

“Jeeeesus, you’re so fucking tight.” Reiner groaned, his hips finally meeting your ass as he bottomed out, “Fucking hell.”

You were cock drunk already—he hadn’t even moved his throbbing cock and you looked fucked out before he’d even started. You should’ve known he’d be big by the sheer surface area of his muscly body.

Reiner took his time with you to began with. Pulling out slowly before snapping his hips forward to plunge into you, loving the way you’d whine each time he’d nearly pull all the way out and how’d you moan as he pushed himself all the way back inside you.

“Reiner, please,” You begged, the first time he’d heard you say his first name sent shockwaves to his cock, “Fuck me, please.”

“Yeah?” He started, his pace picking up ever so slightly at your request, “You gotta answer my questions correctly first.”

“Mmmm,” You whined, grasping at his hard bicep through his shirt, your face contorting in pleasure at the feeling of him inside you.

“Are you complaining?”

“No, no, no, Sir, never,” You answered quickly, shaking your head, your glossy eyes meeting his dark ones.

“Mm, that’s what I thought,” He retorted back, “So, what time do I like to be out of the office?”

“S-six pm, on a weekday, and four on a weekend.” You replied, breathing heavily as his pace stayed painfully slow.

“Good, why specifically early on a weekend?”

“So, y-you can go home and watch the b-baseball game.”

“Correct.” He grunted as he snapped his hips ever so slightly quicker than before, gnawing at his lip at the way your moans picked up.

“When did I join the company?”

“8th April 2017, Sir. One year before me.”

“How do I like my coffee?”

“Black, with a splash of cold water to n-not burn your tongue, Sir.”

“What’s my favourite drink?”

“A cold beer after work or a hot peppermint tea when you’re sick.”

“How do you know if I’m in a bad mood?”

“Your back is tensed up and your eyebrows are furrowed, and you’re always using your hands when you talk. Shows you’re a-angry.”

His cock twitched at the way you answered so quickly, secretly loving how much you idolised him.

“When did I get married?”

“D-don’t care,” You fired back. He knew you knew when he did, as you refused to look at him for a few weeks afterwards, showing your annoyance at the situation.

He chuckled at your words, stilling his hips against your ass, “That’s not what I asked you, princess,”

You whined, “Please, Sir, I’m sorry, I don’t know.”

“Don’t lie to me.”

You couldn’t help the way your cheeks flushed with embarrassment at the way you knew nearly everything about him:

“5th December 2020.”

“Good girl.”

You huffed angrily at the mention of his wife, rolling your eyes. Reiner didn’t take your annoyance unnoticed, he quickly rewarded you for your correct answer.

His pace changed from desperately slow, to dangerously fast. You gasped and moaned loudly, your sultry voice filling the room. Reiner picked your lulled head up and smashed his lips against yours, quietening your moans with his mouth. His own groans filling your mouth as he pushed his excruciatingly large cock in and out of you, one hand around your neck and the other gripping your waist, pushing your body down onto him as he fucked you.

“Fuuuck, baby, you’re creamin’ all over me,” He whispered in your ear, as he peered down at the milky, white ring of cum that appeared around the base of his cock, as his hand trailed down to rub circles on your aching clit, and the other grasping at your breasts as they spilled out of your bra with every harsh thrust he gave.

“Mr.Braun,” You wailed, wrapping your legs around his waist as he continued to destroy you with every snap of his lips, the disgustingly pornographic sound of your soaking wet pussy squelching around him filling the room.

His fingers worked wonders against your clit as within seconds of him starting to abuse your bud, you felt the stir of your second orgasm approaching. Your eyes squeezed shut as your nails clawed down his back through the fabric of his shirt, whining and whimpering at the sheer amount of pleasure the perfect man was bringing you.

“She could never make me feel as good at this.”

That was it. He didn’t even bother trying to quieten your moans as you squirted around him. The slippery liquid drenching your thighs and his abdomen as you orgasmed hard, your toes curling in your heels and your back arching off the desk. The idea of his wife never being able to pleasure him like you did made you tingle inside.

“Oh, fuck,” He mumbled as he picked up his pace ever so slightly, his thighs trembling and hips slacking as he came shortly after you. His head nuzzled in your neck as he groaned your name into your shoulder, biting and marking the skin as he pushed his load further into you.

Your legs ached as he let them down from his grip and onto the wooden desk he’d just fucked you on, pulling his softening dick out of you with a hiss. Your chest heaved slightly with each breath as your body relaxed after the pleasureful abuse it just endured.

He tucked himself back into boxers and zipped up his dress pants, and fixed his fully loosened tie, covered in your spit and a few drizzles of your slick on the tip of it. He handed you your shirt in silence as you buttoned your self up, your eyes never leaving the floor.

Once you clothed yourself, you stood up from his slick covered desk, ignoring the way your legs shook. Reiner took a seat at his leather chair, staring up at you with a devilish expression.

“Thank you, I feel a lot better,” He smirked, “You’re excused.”

“Yes, Sir.”

Before you could get far, a firm grip on your wrist pulled you backwards abruptly with a yelp, landing you on his chest, a feverish kiss pushed against your swollen lips. Reiner’s tongue danced in your mouth after pushing past your bottom lip, as his large hand tangled in your hair.

He pulled away soon after, pressing one last loving peck to your spit covered lips before beckoning you out the door—hair a mess, skirt creased and your tights ripped underneath them but giggling nonetheless as you shut the door behind you.

-

“Excuse me, do you know if Reiner is on a call?”

Your head snapped up at the sound of the female voice in front of you. Anger and jealously instantly filled your senses as you stared up at the woman at your desk.

“Oh, hello, Mrs. Braun.” You faked a smile as your eyes glided over the poorly dressed woman, admiring her awful fashion sense and lack of confidence as she quite obviously showed her intimidation against you.

“Hello,” She replied back, “So, is he busy?”

“He most definitely was earlier, but let me double check for you, ma’am.” You alluded to your secret relations, a spike of excitement filling your heart at the thought of her naiveness, as you stood up from your chair, adjusting your skirt to hide the large hole in your tights.

You knocked on his door loudly, “Sir?”

Your sickly familiar voice filled his ears as he smirked widely at the previous memories of your day filled his head, “Come in.”

The door swung open to show your beautiful frame, an evil smirk your face as you moved to the side to reveal his wife stood behind you. Reiner’s heart dropped to his stomach at the sight.

“H-honey, what are you doing here?” He stuttered, panic filling his body at the thought of her possibly finding out about his affair.

“I thought I’d bring you some coffee, and to discuss some things.” She smiled, referring to the argumentative weekend they had experienced.

“Oh, how lovely. Black with cold water?” You spoke up.

His wife’s face dropped, “Oh, um, no. A latte. Do you not like those?”

Reiner couldn’t help but watch as your smirk grew wider and wider at his wife’s disappointed expression.

“No, no, honey, I love them.” Reiner lied, already disliking the thought of the milky coffee.

His wife smiled happily as she entered the room to press a sweet kiss against his cheek. You couldn’t help but watch as he cringed slightly at the feeling of her lips against his face as yours had been earlier on.

“What’s that on your tie, honey?”

You couldn’t help but chuckle, bringing his wife’s attention back to you, as his eyes widened in a panicked state, “So messy, aren’t you, Sir? Clearly I need to fix you a new one, hm?”

Reiner nodded, gulping thickly at the thought of his wife seeing your cum all over his tie, “Yes, um, thank you. That would be perfect.”

His wife smiled at you as she turned around, her back facing you, to stare at the view out of his window, “Beautiful day, isn’t it?”

Reiner’s eyes stayed fixated on your frame as you lifted your skirt up ever so lightly to reveal your soaking wet panties and cum covered thighs from when he’d filled you up so deep, feeling a tent rise in his tight dress pants once more, knowing the second his wife left he’d have you again.

“It sure is.”

GODDDAMNNNN

im hot and bothered even writing this jeeeeez

reiner is a soft dom and no one can convince me otherwise

(i tried to keep body parts as neutral as possible!)

➵he's so passionate about making love to you (yes baby boy calls it making love) and needs to take his time with you and your body to really show you how much he loves you.

➵reiner loves the sultry beginning with a make out sesh, kisses slowly making their way from your lips down to your jaw and clavicle. leaving a red hot feeling of desire all the way down your chest and stomach, kissing further and further down until you can't take it anymore.

➵he truly cannot keep his hands to himself (not that you’re complaining) and trails them up and down your body, they're rough and callused but trail so softly against your skin. showing particular attention to all his favorite parts of you, especially your hips and thighs.

➵reiner lovesss to see and hear you pleasured because of him. he needs to see your lips parted and hear the sweet moans spilling from them. he loves it most of all when you say his name, often prompting you to say it over and over again. it makes him shiver thinking that he's the only one who gets the pleasure of seeing you fall apart like this.

big men with hefty muscles who purposely don't hold you still when you're having sex together - particularly when he's eating you out - purely because he wants you to think you have a chance at escaping his overstimulating grasp. no no no, he wants you to run away. he wants you to run away so he can yank you back to your place by your ankle, before giving you a knowing look. he loves seeing the sudden shock and fear over come your face before it contorts into pleasure once again. and instead of fear coming on your face, you come on his. he truly loves his life and more importantly he loves you.

the clock hit 9:00am and your thighs trembled. a low whine came from your lips as you worked your fingers faster in your cunt throwing your head back. “tic tok doll” the man who sat in front of you was impatient, very impatient. it had been a little too long from the time he got out of his expensive bed, till now - when he absolutely needed his dark coffee with the special creamer only you could give him. the coffee steam blew against your cunt, your heels imprinted into the oak wood desk, on some sort of important document that your mind couldn’t care to see what it was.

your juices dripped into the ‘best boss’ coffee mug, your pussy clenching around your fingers as you bit your lip staring at him with a blurry vision. “you know i don’t like to wait” he said, then stood to his full height. it all happened so quick. from the moment you were working into yourself, to when he gently removed your fingers and entered his own. the coolness of his rings making you tilt forward into his chest, but he made sure that your pussy was right above the hot coffee. “thata girl” he kissed your forehead, fucking his fingers faster and using the pad of his thumb to rub your clit. the clock was now 9:05am, and your boss licked his lips, mouth watering in anticipation for his coffee.

with a gasp and hands tightening around his suits vest your creamy essences dripped into the cup making a little splatter on some of the paperwork. “little more sweetheart” your cried into his chest as he pumped you one hard time make a large amount of cream drip out of you. by 9:10am, you were back being a secretary, and your boss walked around the office with his coffee as if it wasn’t a dirty secret behind it.

Sheriff Reiner who's a little rough around the edges, a little mean due to his environment, but still would never hurt a woman. Wearing pearl snap shirts with a cowboy hat that's seen better days with boots to match, always looking like he rolled around in the red dirt every time you saw him.

Sheriff Reiner who helps you out when you stumble into town, not knowing your way around and being an overall gentleman despite his reputation.

Sheriff Reiner who will shoot a man dead for saying the wrong thing to him but laughs when you poke fun at him teasingly.

Sheriff Reiner who teaches you how to line dance and walks you to the Inn you're staying at after one too many drinks, kissing your knuckles and telling you to have a good night.

Sheriff Reiner who feels his attraction growing for you when you start to stop by the station throughout the day because you don't know anyone else but him and he's such a gentleman.

Sheriff Reiner who shares a cigarette or two with you over whiskey which ends in a frantic make out session with you on his lap and his hands trying to tear your clothing off.

Sheriff Reiner who brashly rips your blouse open, not even thinking twice and all so he can bite and suck at your skin like how he had been dying too since the moment he say you.

Sheriff Reiner who teases you by fingering you slow and deep while his mouth latches onto your clit, laughing against your flesh and encouraging you to keep moaning his name until you cum in his mouth.

Sheriff Reiner who doesn't even bother to undress himself, but makes sure you're bare against the wood of his desk as he glides the tip of his fat cock between your folds, teasingly cooing into your cheek as you beg him to fuck you.

Sheriff Reiner who fucks you hard and fast on his desk with his pearl snap button up torn open, belt buckle hitting against itself as he endlessly drives into you, using his body to keep your legs apart.

Sheriff Reiner who holds your wrists together with one hand because you wouldn't stay still, threatening to tie them together or lock them in cuffs in you didn't stop squirming against his hold.

Sheriff Reiner who has endurance for days even after he cums the first time and just flips you over onto your stomach and fucks his first orgasm back into you slow and deep, pressing his toned sweaty chest to your back as he hooks two thick fingers in your cheek.

Sheriff Reiner who kisses the side of your face and the outer shell of your ear as he whispers how good you feel, how pretty you look with tears dripping down your cheeks and how your cunt belongs to him now.

Sheriff Reiner who eventually has to cover your mouth because he heard one of his men come in and the door's not locked, so he curls his bicep around your neck and flattens his scarred rough palm over your mouth, shuttering to the whimper you let out as he snaps his hips forward in one sharp motion.

Sheriff Reiner who can't stop calling you 'doll', 'sweetheart' or 'darlin' while he's basically edging himself in the second round because you just feel that good. He never wants to stop fucking you.

Sheriff Reiner who somehow cums even more than the first time inside of you and moans your name so deeply into your shoulder as he continues to shallowly thrust inside you, savoring every last bit of your warm cunt hugging him so tightly.

Sheriff Reiner who graciously gives you one of his shirts to replace the blouse he tore off of you and takes you shopping in town because he feels bad and because he would never let a lady such as yourself feel indecent around others.

Sheriff Reiner who now always looks forward to your unannounced visits to his office, eventually letting you wear his hat as you ride him behind the desk, remembering to lock the door so he can have you all to himself.

was talking about isekais because i realized i wanted to write one of those classic like, ur pro hero shouto's gf and some quirk accident causes shouto from another universe to be transported to yours type of drabbles. and what do u know, it's fantasy au prince shouto, and he is immensely attached to u because u look exactly like the servant girl he's in love with back home and he inherently trusts u and he can't help but do courtly shit like kiss ur hand etc etc. and the whole time ur just like uhhhhhhhh buddy i am full of microplastics but also u cannot help the way it makes your heart flutter because it's shouto. meanwhile your shouto is getting increasingly, obviously, pettily jealous of his own self and u need to find a way to send this guy back stat before he either gives himself a hernia or does a small lil murder

This may be the best concept I've ever heard.

"bertholdt, that thing does NOT look like me"

━╋ cw : smut , oral (m) receiving , slightly submissive (m) , cursing , fem reader . .

men who are DEVOTED munchers becoming a stuttering mess when you ask to give them head… they look at you like you just asked the most incredulous question in existence. you? give him head? right now? he’s so used to servicing you— the thought of you giving him head already had him shamefully twitching in his pants and dizzy.

“are you sure, my love? no, i mean, you don’t need to… i mean—”

poor baby can barely put a sentence together even before the touching has even happened. don’t get him wrong, it’s not that he doesn’t want it. he’s indulged— matter of fact, he’s stroked a few ones out at the thought of you sucking him off. on your knees, pretty glossy doe eyes looking up at him while you struggle to take all of him in your mouth. it’s just that he’s always been a little shy. too embarrassed to ask you. it’s pathetic— hilarious even that a burly, bulking man of his stature couldn’t bring himself to ask his darling little wife something so simple. he was devoted to you. the man worshipped you. he knew his purpose. it was clear as day in fact. to service and care for you. to follow you like the smitten fool he was. he knew that he was meant for nothing else the moment he had laid his eyes on you. he was yours.

your husband’s putty once you begin leaving behind the softest of kisses down his chest and trembling stomach. the smell of his skin and the hushed whimpers every once in a while leaving his pretty lips dulling your senses. you had to pull away to admire the sight— your hungry eyes drinking in the mesmerizing sight of your man. the contour of his prominent muscles; the number of ruthless hours he’d managed to put into training never failed to impress you. the tank he wore now bunched up and resting on the swell of his pecs; buds glossed over with drool while his chest heaved with every shuddering breath he took, and god, the trail of thick hair leading down to his veiny lower abdomen.

he’s practically a pathetic puddle of moans and drool while you attempt to push another inch of his twitching length down your throat minutes later, the tuft of hair on his abdomen tickling your nose as your mouth painfully stretches to take in his fat girth. your tousled hair not going unnoticed as he begins to comb it back, chivalrous as ever while he holds it back with one shaky hand, the other draped over his burning face.

“ah, hnng..! fuuuuck… just—just like that, pretty…”

he drools out, a fucked out mess of groans and praises just for you as he bucks his shaky hips into your mouth involuntarily, apologizing hastily at the sound of your gagging. but oh, how you could practically live off this rare sight. your panties soaking wet at the sight of your husband selfishly chasing his high. you suck in your tear stained cheeks, hallowing them out as his fat leaky tip hits the back of your throat. you were no better than him; a slobbering, gagging perverted mess as you begin to massage and stroke the base of his wet cock.

“gonna… oh— oh, god… don’t… please, baby, i’m gonna…”

he strains out, his hips twitching up as his head presses back against the arm of the couch, his bulging biceps flexing from the iron grip he has on your hair as he thrusts into your mouth once more. you pull away from his thick girth to catch your breath, eliciting a whine that you swore had you ascending. sticky gloss and spit trailing down his cock and connecting from your lips as you push his cock against his tense stomach to lick at the veiny underside. you allow the tip of your tongue to massage against a vein before leaving behind sloppy kisses at the thick shaft down to his twitching balls. he jolts forward in shock, heels digging into the plush surface of the couch. the veins straining underneath the thin skin of his large hands, almost like they were ready to burst with how tight he fingers were interlocked with the roots of your hair.

he can barely control himself, at this point mindlessly babbling on about how lucky he is to have you, how much he loves you, how close he is to cumming. you begin to massage the base of his sticky cock once more before sliding the wet shaft past your lips, slurping shamelessly as you begin to bob your head back up and down. it doesn’t take another second before he shoots his thick load right down your warm, wet cavern. riding out his orgasm as you massage and you pull your head up with a pop, gasping for air as he begins to wipe at your mouth, praising you for taking him so well. he definitely didn’t mind a bit of spoiling here and there. especially from you.

⟢ reiner, erwin, choso, nanami, sendou, niou, noel, tokimitsu, yukimiya, diluc, sanji, zack, aki, vash, sanemi + your favs . . (〃ω〃)

ᣟ៹ ❤︎៝ : first smut sweats .. can you tell i’m a sucker for big men who turn into a whimpering mess for you i’m sorry for any spelling mistakes in advance… i’ll check later after class !! （＾ω＾）

season 4 bertholdt! we were robbed of it 💔

I need s4 bertholdt in my life frfr

season 4 bertholdt! we were robbed of it 💔

Reiner X Reader

WC : 619

TW : Unprotected ( wrap it up kids ) cream pie, ridding, sleepy sex, soft Reiner<3

You lie awake, face looking to at the ceiling above you. Restless, even after the long day of work you are not tired. Its taking everything in you not to toss and turn. The thought of getting up and going to the living room to read has crossed your mind, but the arms that have a vice grip around you make you think otherwise. 

Softly turning again to come face to face with Reiner, you can't help but marvel at the fact that he can sleep so peacefully. Your hand comes ups to brush a strand of golden hair off of his forehead as you take him in. As you pull back, a hand comes to grasp yours. Pulling it to his mouth he pressing a small kiss to your palm, all with closed eyes.