Almond Blossoms

nanami x afab!f!reader, nsfw, 18+, not beta read cw: unprotected sex (and he cums inside you), fingering, nipple play if you squint, squirting

notes: a half-baked attempt at a nanami char study. also, not canon, this is post-jujutsu kaisen storyline, and nanami is alive and well – physically, at least. also x2, gege akutami, idgaf about you and your updated cute cyclops cat avatar, when i get you, it's fucking over for you.

NANAMI HAS a habit of falling into silence after arguments with you.

your first fight, you interpreted his silence as stonewalling, a way to prevent the conversation from continuing so that he wouldn’t have to take any more accountability or responsibility. so, you interrogated – demanded that he say something, anything.

but, in a fragile, almost meek voice, he hoarsely responded, “i’m sorry, my love. i just… i just need time to think.”

almost instinctively, you lurched forward to embrace him. you couldn’t bear to see him in such a state any longer – eyes downcast and watery, fists balled tightly, perspiration collecting on his temples.

“take all the time you need, kento,” you reassured.

the following morning, the two of you discussed and made amends over breakfast (which he got up early to make). and nanami revealed parts of himself you had never known before.

you see, nanami takes his roles as your partner for life and, more generally, as an adult very seriously. he’s given several subject matters and issues deep thought – the jujutsu world, global affairs, mentorship, parenting, and more –, yet he still finds himself in situations he hasn’t encountered before and is stumped. he doesn’t know how to proceed, how to navigate, unable to adapt because a critical, sneering voice in his head exacerbates his immobility. 

it screams: “why don’t you know what to do!”

he’s suffering from performance anxiety, disabled from acting like the adult he should be, reminded of the fact that he was forced to grow up when he was still only a teenager, still too underprepared and incapable to handle anything independently. he can’t even prevent his own relationship from falling apart, and that’s something within his control.

and you know these thoughts still poison your husband’s mind today. even though he’s no longer a sorcerer, and the both of you have moved to kauntan, malaysia, they will probably plague him for the rest of his life, fueled by his regrets and grief.

it’s obviously frustrating for you. but you’re also an adult, and you’re no stranger to regrets or grief yourself. unlike nanami, however, you’re more optimistic, even arguably whimsical and idealistic. just as there is so much pain and suffering in the world, there is also love and comfort. and you’d like to be a source of that support for nanami, standing right beside him as you both move forward, learning to seek and appreciate joy while living with sadness and mourning.

so after every heated conversation (because the two of you have resolved to never fight again), you stay true to your words and remind your husband just how far-reaching and unconditional your love is.

you’re seated on his lap and cupping his face in your palms.

“kento, look at me,” you whisper as you search for his eyes. nanami always gets so shy when you do this. you coax again, “kento, just let me say what i have to say, alright?”

“you don’t have to do this every time,” he mutters, though you know he doesn’t mean it.

“i’ll keep this up until you stop avoiding me.”

with that, he acquiesces. he peers at you, a little nervous and hesitant.

“kento, remember,” you begin, “when we argue, it doesn’t mean i want to break up with you.” kiss. “it doesn’t mean i hate you.” kiss. “it doesn’t mean you’re a horrible person.” you pepper a few more pecks, scattering them across his cheekbones, chin, and the spot right between his eyebrows. “it’s natural” – and you stress this – “for us to disagree and be annoyed at each other because we are not the same person. we both know what to do better on, and that’s that, yeah?”

nanami grunts in agreement, and you happily reward him with a longer smooch on his lips before you finish, “you’re the love of my life, kento, and nothing will change that. i hope you come to believe that.”

he blushes at your confession and mumbles a soft “i love you” in response.

content with your work, you start to sit up, preparing to slide off of nanami’s lap. however, nanami’s hands fly up to square your hips, preventing you from leaving.

“kento?” you ask. he doesn’t say anything, simply takes one of your hands and presses it against his growing bulge. you let out a soft sound of surprise.

“this is incredibly indecent of me,” he mumbles. “i just… need to show you how grateful i am for you.”

it’s your turn to melt at his words. heat floods your face, and you nod enthusiastically, earning a light giggle from your husband.

nanami leans forward to kiss you, gentle presses of his lips to yours. his left hand has bunched your nightgown to give his right access to the tops of your thighs and your core. his right hand caresses, almost tickles, the sensitive skin of your legs, palming and squeezing them as he feels you. he continues to travel upward, reaching to play with the fringes of your underwear. your whimper is swallowed by him as well, as he sneaks his tongue into your mouth, transitioning the kiss into a full-blown makeout.

he traces your folds and lines through your panties, his fingertips poking at the wet spot that is starting to dampen the lace and cotton. just his sheer touch is enough to make you keen, transform into a whimpering mess that only wants more, more, all of him. as a result, you pull away, translucent spit connecting and stretching out before it’s broken apart as you take off your nightgown and throw it behind you. nanami also strips himself of his shirt, before the two of you crash back together and resume kissing and mouthing and moaning.

nanami’s hands continue to work magic on your body – circling around and then tugging and twisting at your puffy nipples, shifting your panties to the side and inserting a thick finger into your squelching hole. throwing caution and embarrassment to the wind, he even becomes a little forceful and only gives you a brief moment to adjust before he shoves two more fingers in, forcing your pussy to take in three at once.

you can only throw your head back, whining his name, pressure and pleasure making you drool.

“sorry, dearest, i’m usually more careful than this,” he grunts through gritted teeth. his cock is still stuck in the confines of his pajama pants, and he knows he should give you more time. but, after a few more seconds, he has to pull his cock out, slip his fingers out of you, and align his tip with your entrance.

“i need it,” you sob, your hands gripping tightly onto his shoulders.

“are you sure?” you firmly nod your head, leaving him no choice but to stuff you full.

the stretch is delicious. honeyed. syrupy. your walls welcome him, and you feel your heart fill with so much warmth. the two of you are so clearly in love, heart eyes locked onto each other’s, even as nanami ruts into you and your nipples sing as they graze against his chest. you’re panting each other’s names, finding some way – any way – to get even closer, prove that physicality could never impede the joining of your souls. your thighs trap the sides of nanami’s legs, and your husband has lowered his hands to cup your ass to better bounce you up and down on his cock. every rock stretches you out even more, allowing him to sink even deeper into you.

you yelp, “kento! i – hah – love! you!” even though you’re short of breath, you try your best to say it over and over again, desperately hoping that nanami can get a glimpse of just how much you cherish him.

he gasps, “you just – never stop giving.” nanami knows he will never be able to string words together the way you do, intonate them with such profound adoration and admiration like you do. so the least he can do is show you.

he embraces you fully, arms moving up to wrap around your chest and torso, and hugs you closely as he thrusts up, punching air out of you so that you’re totally out of breath. he’s giving you everything he has because never has he felt so moved in his life. he just wants to give you everything, and if he can give you even a taste of ecstasy, he’ll be able to sleep soundly by your side tonight.

you’re fucked out, mouth lolling open, and because you’ve lost even the strength to hold your head up, you rest yourself in the crook of nanami’s neck.

“i’m close,” you whisper. dutifully, nanami nods, gives you a swift kiss on the cheek, and hammers even harder into you. each sheathe of his cock is a force to be reckoned, and in no time, you feel yourself squirting all over, losing yourself to the sensation of being enclosed by nanami’s body, heat, and devotion. nanami follows shortly thereafter, sucking heavily on your collarbone as he fills you up, up, up with his cum, a promise to remind you for day’s to come that he will always give you himself over to you, over and over again, everyday if you so pleased.

as the two of you rest, he looks down at you and waits for you to come back to him. and when you do, he musters his courage because, while words may always fail him, he will always try his best for you. “i love you more than you know,” he promises, voice laced with blissful exhaustion, and kisses you once again.

the best way a man knows how

a moment between two characters i hope to write much more of soon :)

cw: suggestive, implied cheating

“You know, I think you look best from this angle,” he says from his spot on the floor. She knows he says it because he looked at her like this when they first met, to make her wonder if he's been wanting this for that long. It can't be true, he's a gentleman, but a part of her hopes that he felt something similar to what she did when they first locked eyes—that he felt the threads of their fates tangle the moment her heel sank into the muddy green during a ball. She prayed that as he knelt to pull that heel out of the muck, he was filled with the same inexplicable desire to know this person in every capacity of the word. She’d snuck out for a moment of peace, to escape her husband, guests, and royal duties she never asked for, and suddenly he was there. Then, he was on his knees for her, and she knew he’d be trouble.

Again, he kneels before her as she tries to deny him the satisfaction he’s found by seizing control of her thoughts. Again, the glint in his eyes suggests he's found it anyway. She tries to keep her voice light, trying to pretend he doesn’t affect her the way he does. “Likewise.”

“I've wondered how this leg feels,” he says, and starts removing one shoe. “Is it soft, rough, bumpy, smooth? Muscular or plump?” He pulls one stocking down painstakingly slow and lifts up her dress. “Amore mio,” a kiss to her shin, “Cuore mio,” another to her knee, each one sending a jolt through her strong enough to know he could ruin her, but she remains where she is, caught in the expanse between wanting and refusing. But she's wanted this, him, for so long and it feels so good to have him. “Tesoro mio,” he stills on the last one, and presses his face against her. “You'll never know the lengths I’d go to keep you in bliss. Will you let me try, the best way a man knows how?”

[ a collage i made for them ]

The only thing scary about Halloween this year are these temperatures! Ha ha ha! *pulls the mic close* I'm going to start killing oil executives

reminder that being against ai also means being against character.ai and not using character.ai and not interacting with character.ai

i've never talked to chatgpt i've never talked to character.ai i have no interest in talking to a chatbot even if it's fun or based on my comfort character. if we want companies to stop using ai we need to tell them we aren't going to interact with it - so don't.

don't talk to robots. full stop.

what's going on in the congo since there's also a genocide happening over there as well:

to sum it up, people in the congo are literally being worked as slaves to mine for this material called coltan, which is very valuable as its used for things like phones, laptops, just electronics in general. Congo is the number 1 producer for this material and the places behind this genocide is America, Britain, France, and Israel, wow what an absolute shocker. The worst places probably to ever exist benefit from a genocide. These places are funding Rwanda and Uganda military groups, to go into the Congo and kill MILLIONS of people. This has also been going on for YEARS. Many women have been SA'd and men are forced to work in INHUMAN conditions, resulting in their death and the colonizers are absolutely benefitting from this. 6 MILLION people have been killed and half of them are literally kids. Many of the Congolese people have also been displaced.

Please speak out about and raise your voice

#1 reason why i've only posted one piece of writing

Had to make a meme to describe me currently

TENNESSEE WHISKEY ☆ reiner braun.

☆. warnings — drabble, fluff, drinking, country music, reiner’s lovesick, readers infatuated, slow dancing, making out, going back to reiner’s after to bang. this is nothing special just a random thought.

listening to tennessee whiskey got me thinking about construction worker!reiner who spends this weekend attending a friends concert at the infamous devil’s tavern. he’s got on a white tshirt, light blue washed jeans that are a bit raggedy from being years old. and rugged brown leather boots adorned on his big feet. blonde hair messy from running his hands through it from anxiety. this is their first getup and he could feel his palms sweating. he knew how excited they were for this gig, they’ve been talking about it all week at work on the site they were fixing up. reiner’s sitting at the bar, sipping on a glass of whiskey and bopping his head slowly to the music playing from the other band on stage at the moment.

“what’s got you all sweatin’?” a soft voice pulls him from his thoughts, turning to his left to see a pretty young girl sitting on the stool beside him. glowing brown skin, auburn curly hair that grazed her collarbones, and warm, cat-eye shaped brown eyes. he feels the wind knock out of his lungs, throat going dry. you’re wearing a red and black checkered button down that’s tied to your front above your belly button and it’s butterfly piercing. so much skin exposed he feels naughty just glancing. black shorts hugging your thighs, and a pair of beat up converses. you have a few strands of hair tucked behind both sides of your ears where an array of piercings lay.

you raise a brow at the man’s lingering eyes. “you deaf or sum?”

your smile is pretty, like the moon shining in the sky above the old ranch his father has. reiner clears his throat. “sorry, jus’ got distracted.”

“i’m pretty, aren’t i?” your entire face raises as you smile and coo at him. reiner’s eyes nearly abandon his sockets.

“yeah, i-i guess,” he’s holding onto his glass dripping condensation with both hands, swallowing it from how big his veiny hands were. “change the subject, ma’am.”

“oo, manners. but you never answered my question, hun.” your elbows are leaning against the wood of the bar line, kicking at the ground softly, inching your face closer to his room hear him better. he swears he’s gonna pass out. he’s never met a woman so beautiful like you in his lifetime. the man’s only thirty-two but still.

hazel eyes meet yours as the pink on his soft lips part to speak. he smells nice, you think. looks even nicer. “my friends are playing tonight. they should be on in a few minutes. it’s their first gig.”

“mmm, are they any good?” you take a swig of your beer. he almost looks bewildered when you ask that. you shrug innocently, “what? is that wrong of me to ask?”

“they’re fuckin’ astounding,” reiner corrects you, sounding like a fanboy who’s diehard for his favorite band. think he’s a little tipsy. he hears how he comes off, and the scoff leaving you and immediately goes to apologize. “sorry, sorry. that was rude. i meant that they’re. . . good.”

“nah, you said astounding. stick to that,” you laugh, tilting your head to the side. “i like you. you seem very protective of your friends and their passion.”

then it’s his turn to laugh. “thanks. they’ve been up my ass about showing up tonight so i made a promise that i would. i’ve been in a little drought lately.”

“how come?”

reiner goes silent, staring off into space. the sudden announcement of his friends’ band causes the big, beefy man to sit up straight, a wide smile on his face. his eyes lit up like he’s just won a million dollars, shocking overtaking you as he yells ‘c’mon” over the loud music, grabbing your hand gently and pulling you with him to push past the crowd and make it to the front row. this man you met only a few minutes ago having your heart in the palm of his hand that still interlocked with yours. you felt small under his touch, safe, protected. it’s like going to a concert with a first date. adoring as he jammed out to the mellow, country music, switching to indie tunes. the bands versatility fitting your music taste well.

reiner felt like he was in a dream. squeezing a pretty girls hand as he jams out to his favorite music. feeling free, feeling happy. it’s been a while since he’s felt happy. his friends performed five songs, the last two being covers to famous artists. one of them being tennessee whiskey by chris stapleton. he took this opportunity to dance with you, slow dancing to the tune and smiling into each other’s faces. kissing not long after. your full lips gliding with his own delicately, tasting the strawberry chapstick in your lips. moaning into his mouth and pulling him closer, if that was remotely possible. as the crowd cheered around you two, empty in your heads, you continue to kiss. reiner applauding for his friends mentally. they’re watching with glee for their friend, going to mention it later on.

not long after were you making out against the fluffy sheets of his comforter, wrapping your legs around his waist as you hug him close to you. reiner kissing your neck while making love to you under that same moonlight he saw in your smile.

© 𝖍𝖊𝖑𝖑𝖆𝖛𝖎𝖑𝖊. please do not repost, steal, or modify my work simply because it is mine. stealing isn't cute. i'll ruin your life ♡

Pairing: Reiner Braun x Reader

Rating: explicit

Count: 2.8k

Tags: modern day, reunions, alcohol, reader is a couple years older than rei, reader is a galliard but no details, flirting, smut, cunnilingus, one use of “she”, pining

A/N: wow, wil actually writing something? is the world ending? no but really, what better way to kick things off than with my beautiful baby boy? this isn’t my best, but it did get some juices flowing. enjoy!

You’re in one of the tall stools at the bar, facing forward while you sip from your rocks glass. He doesn’t know if he would recognize you from the back, but having seen your face already, he knows. There’s no mistaking it.

Tight jeans, a scoop neck, and a dark blazer, you are the picture of business casual—fresh off work like so many others, seeking solace in the form of a solitary drink. You don’t look particularly approachable, eyes locked on your phone, and yet some fucking guy has taken the seat next to you and is trying (and failing) to get your attention. Dude’s been trying to chat you up for a solid ten minutes, and so far all you’ve offered has been a tight-lipped smile. More of a grimace, honestly.

Reiner doesn’t think he needs to save you, assumes you can still handle yourself like you used to.

But god, he loves the idea of swooping in and relieving you of any more useless chit chat.

Downing the rest of his drink, Reiner stands from the table he’s been sitting at for the past hour. He weaves through bodies and chairs, growing shorter of breath with every second until he slips into the space next to you and clears his throat.

“This guy bothering you?” he asks with a grin, and when you turn to look at him your expression of annoyance immediately turns to surprise and then genuine glee.

“Holy shit, Reiner?” you practically shout, and he is a little too pleased with the way you immediately lean in for a hug.

The dude on your other side swears under his breath and stalks away, all according to plan.

“Hey, been a while,” Reiner responds, giving you a firm squeeze before letting go.

“Yeah, like, a decade, Jesus. Look at you!”

And you are—looking at him, that is. Much different from how you did when you were kids. When he was just another little brother to you, just Pok and Marcel’s friend crushing on their big sister.

You hold your hands out and gesture at him. “You’re so… large!”

Reiner chuckles and reminds you, “I always have been.”

“Yeah, but like, fuck.”

He’s not quite as broad as he was in high school, lost some muscle without his football regiment, but he grew a couple inches taller his freshman year of college. He doesn’t know how that happened. His hair is only a little longer than he used to wear it, but he does have facial hair that you’re probably not used to seeing on him.

And, you—at almost 30 you look about the same as you did when you were 20. Your face isn’t as round but definitely still gets you carded at bars. Hair is shorter, thighs a little thicker, hinting at wider hips. You’re a woman, he thinks. You always were to him, but now he’s seeing you as a real adult, just like you’re seeing him.

“I thought you had some fancy job in Stohess. What’re you doing here?”

“Business, mostly,” you sigh dramatically. “There’s a branch of the company downtown that they asked me to check in on, so I agreed as long as I could take some vacation days to visit the fam-bam,” a pause and then a little grin, “and apparently little Rei-bear too.”

Reiner outwardly cringes at the nickname you used to tease him with all the time. It was so stupid but not as stupid as the fact that it never failed to make him blush.

He rolls his eyes, but he can’t hide the little upturn of his lips. “Not exactly little but whatever.”

“You’ll always be little to me. Rambunctious thirteen-year-old trying to act cool by chugging energy drinks—breaking your fucking arm skateboarding,” you laugh.

“Drinking too much with Marcel sophomore year and having to call you to pick us up,” he adds with a shake of his head.

Embarrassed as he is at the memories, he still throws a leg over the stool next to you, finally settling in since it seems you are, in fact, happy to see him.

As the two of you fall into an easy conversation, Reiner orders another drink for himself, telling the bartender, “and another of whatever she’s drinking.”

“I promised myself I’d only have one,” you complain.

“You’ve already had at least two.” Not because you’re acting like it, just because he saw you.

“And, how would you know that?” you ask with a raised eyebrow, “don’t tell me you’ve been watching me from afar.”

Whoops.

Reiner’s mouth opens as if he has something lined up, but he doesn’t. He can’t exactly explain it away.

Thankfully, you’re more amused than anything else. “And, you waited that long to rescue me from that doucher?” You put a hand over your chest in an exaggerated way. “How dare?”

Letting out a relieved sigh, Reiner forces what he hopes is a casual smile and shrugs. “Figured you could handle yourself. Never had a problem putting Zeke in his place back in the day, so—”

“Yeah, until I gave up on it,” you interrupt, making a face of disgust.

“What do you mean?”

Zeke Jaeger was the older brother of another one of Reiner’s friends, Eren. You hung out with your little posse while he hung out with his, and more often than not it resulted in some sort of overlap, meaning Reiner got to watch Zeke come onto you over and over again then get rejected over and over again. It was well-deserved. Zeke always gave off a sort of pretentious yet scummy vibe.

“Eventually I just got tired,” you say with a wave of your hand. “Well, tired and reckless, I should say.”

Reiner has to fight to not let his emotions show on his face. What emotions those are, he isn’t quite sure. He just knows that his instinct is to scowl.

“Reckless how?”

You tilt your head to the side as you look at him, humor dancing in your eyes. “I don’t know if I should poison your virgin brain with such topics.”

Reiner scoffs. He wants to defend himself, tell you he is definitely not a virgin and hasn’t been for a long time now—before he even went to college, thank you very much—but the more he denies, the less mature he’ll look, and he is trying very, very hard to be the mature man he has grown into.

“I mean, I don’t really care. Can’t blame you if you don’t wanna talk about your dirty little tryst.”

“Really just nothing to talk about,” you confess, “a casual thing—fun, I guess, but nothing super, uh, impressive.”

God, it’s so hard not to ask. What wasn’t impressive—his personality or his dick? Reiner wants to know so that he can make up for it (or fantasize about making up for it the way he used to).

“You’re not good at hiding your curiosity, Rei-bear,” you giggle.

“What can I say?” he tries, “guess I’m just a curious guy.”

“Are you now?” You take a sip of your drink while keeping your eyes on him. “What other kinda things are you curious about?”

No reason to answer out loud. All Reiner does is chuckle and go for his own drink. You’re both adults, no rings on your fingers, catching up for the first time in a decade. He’s sure you can guess his curiosities, and he could just be flattering himself, but there might be a little curiosity on your part too.

As the two of you catch up Reiner can feel the atmosphere shift between you both, something heavy and humid.

“You really did grow up nicely,” you say a little quieter than you have been but still clear enough for him to hear.

Reiner can’t help the blush that creeps up his neck just like he can’t help the way his mouth pulls up in a smirk.

“Yeah?”

You smile around the straw between your teeth which is more than enough to build his confidence.

“You did too,” he pauses, then thinks what the hell and adds, “but I always had a thing for you.”

An amused smile plays at your lips. “I know.”

“What do you mean ‘you know’?”

“I mean, big sisters always know,” you reach out and playfully pinch his arm, “also, you weren’t very subtle.”

Reiner rolls his eyes, but he can’t find it in himself to be all that embarrassed. He was a teenager, horny 24/7. What was he supposed to do?

“It’s okay. It was cute.”

It’s a good thing you’re telling him that now and not when he was 15. Reiner can only imagine what that word would have done to his self-esteem back then.

“Still think I’m cute now?” he asks, one eyebrow raised.

“Well,” you turn on your stool to face him fully, empty glass now pushed away from you, “I don’t think I’d use that particular descriptor now.”

It’s difficult not to preen under your appreciative gaze. Reiner isn’t sure if you’re tipsy or just bold, but you stare at him in a way you never have before, eyelids low, pink tongue darting out to lick your lips.

This… this is lust. This is how he looked at you when he was younger, how he’s looking at you now like nothing’s changed. Except this time it isn’t one sided. This time you look as bothered as he feels.

Reiner grew out of his cockiness years ago, has been told he’s sweet by recent partners—one of the good ones. Gentle.

He doesn’t think he can be gentle now, though. Not with you widening your thighs where you sit, as if beckoning him to stand between them.

Not after waiting for so long.

“My apartment’s about twenty minutes away,” he offers, moving the small distance it takes to crowd into your space.

“My hotel’s even closer.”

Heat races down Reiner’s spine. That’s it, then. It’s confirmed. You do want him. He isn’t just imagining things.

“Right around the corner, actually.” You run a hand down his chest, smoothing imaginary wrinkles from his shirt.

Without further conversation, you both rush to pay out, leaving a few bills on the counter before walking out. Your fingers lace between Reiner’s, a sensation he had only ever dreamed of feeling.

Your room is on the second floor, and once locked safely inside, you drop your purse on the floor and reach for him, pulling until he’s pressing you into the door.

“My Rei-bear, all grown up,” you tease, hands at the back of his neck.

He grips your hips hard enough to make your mouth open, lowering his voice when he leans in to ghost over your lips.

“M’gonna make sure you never call me that again after tonight,” he rumbles.

“Yeah? And how do you plan on doing that?”

His younger self usually fantasized about taking his time with you, being the best you’ve ever had, and yada yada, and while Reiner still wants to make you quake, he simply lacks the capacity to move slowly. He’s pent up with a side of giddy, but mostly he’s just desperate—desperate for your mouth as it attaches to his, for your tongue as he strokes over it with his own, for the way you scratch down his scalp.

Reiner tries and fails to suppress a shiver, heart ricocheting in his chest and making his whole body vibrate against yours. You taste like cherries and alcohol, and he can’t get enough. All he wants to do is drink you down, wants your aftertaste stuck in the back of his throat for the rest of his life.

You grind into him, press against his painfully hard erection and smile into the heated kiss. Your hand travels downward to palm him through his pants, but Reiner catches your wrist and shakes his head.

“I’ve waited years for this, and you think you’re the one calling the shots?” He grins at the way your eyes widen in surprise, a gasp pulled from you when Reiner catches you off guard and pulls you away from the door and all but spins you to the bed.

You’re both quick to strip down to your underwear, though Reiner immediately unclasps your bra and gets rid of it as well. You arch your back in invitation, and Reiner moves at the speed of fucking light to bury his face in your tits, nipping and sucking, running his tongue over your peaking nipples—fit in his mouth so nice, soft fat spilling between his fingers as he paws and gropes.

“Having fun?” you giggle, moaning softly when he tugs one of the buds between his teeth. Reiner doesn’t answer, just peers up at you as he plays, pushing his hips into the bedding as he does.

With other goals on his mind, he begins scooting down your body, leaving as many marks as he can until he kneels between your legs and starts sliding your panties down. Puffy pussy exposed, Reiner feels his eyes dilate and his mouth begin to water.

“Fucking Christ…” he breathes, gliding shaky fingers over your dampened folds as if in awe. He’s wanted this for so long, and now that he has you laid bare before him, Reiner feels out of control. Most of his organized fantasies left his mind some time ago, but now he’s losing his sanity altogether. Any coherent thought. Gone. All he wants to do is—

You make the most gorgeous noise when he pushes his tongue inside of you, trapping your thighs against his biceps to keep you from squirming.

“Oh—oh my god,” you whimper, fingers curling in his hair as your hips roll.

Reiner drools all over you, adding to your juices only to slurp it all up. He’s shameless as he eats you out, smacking and lapping and groaning all while trying to memorize the way you taste and how soft you are clamping down on his tongue and the middle finger he slips inside of you.

He moves to suckle on your clit, circling it and growing even more ravenous when you start to tremble.

“Rei—Rei, fuuuck…”

“Good?” he rasps, though judging by the strands of arousal that are dripping from you, he already knows your answer.

“Yes, god yes, don’t stop.”

He crooks his finger, stroking your insides until he finds that extra swollen spot and presses against it, his cock twitching when you begin to leak even more.

“God, your fucking pussy is so perfect,” he groans, swiping his tongue up and down your slit to swallow everything you offer him.

And, you offer a lot, soaking his mouth and chin, creaming around his finger, and Jesus he wants to be inside of you, wants to bury himself in you and make you scream his name.

But before that he wants you to cum on his tongue. He wants you to fall apart just like this, with your toes curled and your body bucking, and your cunt so messy for him.

“O—oh my god.” He glances up in time to see your eyes grow wide and your jaw drop, almost like you’re surprised. “Oh my god, Rei, I’m gonna—fuck, don’t stop, please…”

He keeps hitting that spongy spot, keeps flicking your clit back and forth, gripping you tighter as your back arches off the bed. Your orgasm crests, and Reiner quickly seals his lips over your clit, pulling wave after wave out of you and tasting squirt on his tongue.

The only thing that keeps him from coming in his boxers is the promise of fucking you, but he still feels pre drip from his cockhead as his abs flex with restraint.

When your body uncurls in blissful relaxation, Reiner stops sucking, gives you a few soft licks as you pet his hair.

“Holy shit. Where did you learn to do that?” You huff, “thought I was gonna black out there for a second.”

Reiner chuckles and places a kiss on your inner thigh.

“Maybe you will by the end of the night,” he smirks, wiping his face with his own discarded shirt, “since I’m nowhere near finished with you.”

You look at him with foggy eyes, a fuck drunk smile on your face as you sit up and grab him by the shoulders to pull him down on top of you. Reiner catches himself, hands planted on either side of your head as you wrap your legs around his waist.

“Promise?”

Instead of responding out loud, Reiner dips low for a kiss, deep and slow. You’re stupid if you think making you come once will be enough to satiate him after all this time. He wants to leave his mark, mold you to himself, make you ache for him like he still aches for you.

He needs to make you his the way he’s always wanted you to be, and now that he’s no longer a lovestruck boy, Reiner thinks he just might have a chance.