I NEED MOREEEEEEEEEE

I NEED MOREEEEEEEEEE

if you catch my drift…

in which you have a crush on mighty football player! reiner and sasha tries to help you out with it — might make it into a series idk 🤷🏽‍♀️

ik it’s been a few days, but i wanted to mix it up a bit by writing something about reiner <3 i hope you enjoy!

Reiner Braun was a fairly big guy, both inside and out. He used his strong and burly figure to be a part of the college football team and help out with his family’s construction business whenever her came home for the weekend. He had big hands, that he used to do those construction jobs and got frustrated with them when he had to use them to work on smaller projects in his life. And he also had big heart, which he used to allow people to take advantage of him once they got pass the intimidation of his size. And not to mention that he was absolutely gorgeous to look at.

The people that knew him would describe him as some kind of big teddy bear. He was scary to encounter just because of his towering height or the fact that he looked angry all the time, but if someone got him to laugh, smile, or fall in love, he was the absolute sweetest. You of all people knew that because he was in love with you. Because he was in love with you and all things you, you were the person he was most sweetest to. The only downside to his love was that you didn’t know about it, you just thought he was being nice to you as one of his friends.

“Girl take the hint, that man is in love with you!” Sasha tried to drill into your brain for the hundredth time this year. You wanted to believe it, you really did. You even had your own little mini fantasies about how it’d feel to be his but in your mind there was no way he was in love with you over some thin, prissy white girl. Besides, you never saw him look your way so you pretended not to look his way.

You rolled your eyes and continued typing way on your laptop. “I wish..” You mumbled. You did get a bit sad as you thought about it some more. As cool as it’d be to imagine being his girlfriend, going on dates, kissing him, hugging him, and other things, you didn’t think it’d be real life if that actually happened to you.

“I say you should try shooting your shot. What’s the worse that could happen?” You turned to her.

“I get my heart broken and give up on love forever. And besides, everyone knows that dating athletes is a bad idea anyways.” Sasha shakes her head in annoyance as you tried to justify your reasoning to not take a chance at getting with your dream guy.

“Well if you won’t do it, I will— look! there he goes now..” You thought Sasha was playing with you like normal but when you looked towards the entrance to the library, there he was. All handsome in his sweats and jacket. ‘He wore a beanie today’ you thought to yourself and your heart softened at the sight.

“Sasha, don’t do no stupid shit—“

“Too late. Reiner!” He didn’t hear her at first because he had headphones in but he took them off after Sasha yelled his name another four times.

“Oh my god..” You groaned as you tried to do the rest of your work and pretend to be completely unaware that Reiner was on his way to where you were.

“Hey, Reiner~” Sasha cooed and you mentally cringed in your head.

“Hey, um.. you need something?”

“Nope, just wanted to say hi. And I think Y/n wanted to say hi too. Say hi to Reiner, Y/n!” You looked up for a second and waved quickly before narrowing your eyes back down at your screen. He didn’t even have enough time to wave back.

“She seems.. busy.” A small frown crept onto his face but he hoped it wasn’t noticeable. He was kinda sad that you didn’t really seemed to be bothered with him right now, but he just blamed it on the fact that you were busy. So he figured he should just leave you alone.

“I’m gonna go… Bye, Sash.”

Sasha made sure he left for sure before speaking “That was your chance~!” She held onto your shoulders and shook them as she whined.

“Chance at what?” Your words were bumped over with each shake Sasha gave you.

“To talk to him at least!”

She stopped shaking you. “I do talk to him!”

“Yeah right! You two need to have a serious conversation. Like share your traumatic experiences or something to get closer.” You hated to admit it, but Sasha was right. You hadn’t talked to Reiner and when you did, it was always kinda awkward. He’d act weird around you so that’s why you thought that what Sasha was trying to imply was complete bullshit. But in her defense, you could be a little dense.

“Doubt that’ll work.”

“You two are gonna be together, trust.” Sasha declared as she gathered up her things and swung her bag over her shoulder. When Sasha wanted something to happen, best believe that she’ll find a way to make it happen and that’s what worried you.

there’s something so incredibly alluring to me about having just such. a fucked up fwb dynamic. are we in love? or do you love me like the best friend you claim i am? why do you fuck me like i’m the most important thing in the world to you? why do you take so much time working me up, leaving marks on my body, toying with me when you swear this is just to get off faster than you can with your own hand? why won’t you say anything when i flirt with other people in front of you when you know you’re going to take it out on me in the form of hickies later? why do we kiss like the world will end if we pull away to breathe for even a moment? why do you fuck other people but act defensive when i ask about it? why do you cling to me like a lover but say that i’m your friend? why do you allow me to do the same?

OH, THE LOVERS SHE ONCE HAD & THE ONE SHE TRULY LOVED…

FIVE HUSBANDS

OFFICIAL MASTERLIST // AOT SERIES BY KINGKONOHA

˗ˋ ୨୧ 𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 ୨୧ ˊ˗ eren, armin, jean, reiner, connie & levi x fem!reader

˗ˋ ୨୧ 𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘 ୨୧ ˊ˗ You’re a famous woman. You’re a wealthy woman. And you went through five marriages to reach your star status. One of your husbands was your childhood friend. Another one was rich and dangerous. One was a co-star. Someone was obsessive. Someone else died. And, lastly, someone ended up being the true love of your life.

˗ˋ ୨୧ 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓 ୨୧ ˊ˗ 18+ ONLY // {N}SFW // MINORS DNI - modern au, fem!reader, smut, fluff, angst, toxic relationships, stalking, swearing, mentions of alcohol/drinking, death, pregnancy/children, unrequited love. any other potential warnings will be posted at the start of each chapter.

˗ˋ ୨୧ 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒 ୨୧ ˊ˗

PART I — THE OLD FRIEND

PART II — THE MUSICIAN (coming soon)

Part III — THE STAR & THE MANAGER

Part IV — THE RICH MAN

Part V — THE OBSESSED ONE

Part VI — THE ONE TRUE LOVE

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Got me almost pissing my pants everytime🧍‍♀️

OOOOUUUU CHERRY! Ok ok Reiner HC (inspired by my boyfriend) :

We enter deep into sub space when we call Reiner “papa” while he’s giving us them backstrokes. And he knows how good and how gone we are when we switch from daddy to papa.

Rei fucking his baby(ie us ofc😩) so good like always. We always call him daddy when he got us a deeeeeep mating press and he loves it! . But when this man gets us on our knees, holding our wrists behind our back, face pushed into the pillow (esp after a day of being a fucking brat to him), we can’t help but to cry out “papaaaa” in the most sultriest sluttiest voice 🥵🥵🥵

…bestie, I’m bout to go collapse. 😵‍💫🫠🫠 the thoughts this invoked in me—i will most certainly be circling back to this.

favorite | kishibe

you’re unbelievably drunk. whining for an ex boyfriend who you can’t believe broke up with you. but even worst is that you’re horny. nobody has even been able to get you off like he was and you can’t help but to think of him.

so with wobbly knees and a quivering voice you call him. you know he’s probably in his penthouse with a cold beer in his hand not wanting to be bothered but yet…

“i didn’t think you’d answer.”

“i’d always answer for you.” he still sounds the same, still talks like you’re his and it just makes you angry. “it’s pretty late.”

“im sorry, are you tired?” the world is spinning and you’re giggling.

you hear some rustling. “need me to come get you? send a car for you?”

“mhm. maybe..” you think. “no… i don’t wanna see you. you broke my heart…old man.”

“listen, kid… it’s better you’re serious about somebody you’re own age—“

you sniffle, it’s the speech all over again. “just forget i called. lose my number.”

you hang up and it’s fast. but all you can think about is when everything was right.

of course things were different and crazy. he was in his 50’s and you were barely 25. but it wasn’t weird until he made it weird.

but before that, it was always just late night calls, and soft sex. you on your knees for him and keeping him in your mouth, even when he was soft but fuck did he love your young throat. always so tight, it felt like he was fucking your pussy all over again.

he loved the clothes you wore and how easy they were to get off, he would tease you and fuck you in his office chair.

he didn’t seem old. but he always took you to places that nobody your age would be interested in. and you loved his taste in music.

you loved how he still knew how to work his phone and wasn’t like those other old people who couldn’t send a picture.

on his long business trips when you were too lazy to come with him, he’d send you videos tapping his cock against the screen and you were always surprised by just how hard he could get.

he didn’t move young. especially on the dance floor. he taught you to waltz and got you a ball gown that made your skin glow.

he didn’t move young when he’d throw you up against the wall and fuck you against all the walls in his house. “you’re so fucking good at taking me.” he’d whisper in your hair after slapping your ass.

and when he took you to his vacation house you thought it meant something. when he told you this was his favorite house.

taking his favorite girl to his favorite house.

sitting you on the marble counter and thrusting inside of you. squeezing and milking him with a chuckle, “i think i love you.”

it made him stop in his tracks. and suddenly you could see his grey hairs clearly.

he couldn’t break up with you there nor could he do it to your face. it took a few weeks before he did it. saying nonsense about how he was too old.

all you could do is cry.

and even though he sent a car for you, you couldn’t dare to get inside and to smell his cologne all over.