dialogues

the humor was so spot on?!%@&$ i think you portrayed ran’s personality the best one could (as you always do), but with this being as office!au you really hit it out the park. you were able to keep the whole charming, condescending persona while still making ran so easy to relate to and understand his frustration with y/n.

"Come in here. I have something for you." A gun so I can shoot myself?

WHY IS THAT LITERALLY SOMETHING I’D THINK

i think another thing i’m in love with was the pacing and pov’s. in the beginning we saw everything from ran’s pov and towards the middle it kinda transitioned to y/n’s pov and her first thoughts/impression on ran which (i know is so mundane), but i’m an absolute sucker for small details like those. using the retreat as the way the two connected I SHOULD’VE KNOWNNNN YOU DEVIL. oh how the tables turned, assertive in public, submissive and compliant in private, I’M LIVING FOR IT. i love ran’s devious side but my god that confession at the end was so so cute, the buildup was beyond perfect.

construction worker!reiner who squints his eyes through the cloud of wood specks and orange jackets to see a familiar black GTR pull up and park off the construction sight, recognizing the hot pink license plate that read ‘bratz doll’, a gift from him from last year’s anniversary. reiner chews on his toothpick, walking towards the vehicle and seeing you step out happily. his eyes widen when he notices the way your tits bounce in your baby blue fuzzy crop top as you giggle and wave his way, his coworkers behind him looking your way with the same expression as his; attentive. reiner clenches his jaw, wondering why you’re dressed so—openly this early in the day.

construction worker!reiner who sees you pop open the trunk and bend over in your obscenely high denim skirt to retrieve two grocery bags, acrylics brushing your hair behind you as you wave their way, all the men waving back with lustful glares. reiner clears his throat when you approach him, his body buff and tall compared to yours, dainty and short. your thick thighs touching, hips popping out as you dance in your spot. you really did resemble a bratz doll, makeup all done, lips plump, and your cheeriness drawing all the men in. you tell reiner you spent all morning making birria tacos for him and the guys, wanting to give them a nice meal on this lovely sunday morning. reiner smiles at you faintly, seeing the genuine glint in your eyes, bending down to your level to press a sort of rough kiss to your forehead after he spits away his toothpick. you greet everyone individually, making your way to a table to set everything up, even bringing ice cream and bottles of water.

construction worker!reiner who’s not fond of the dirty looks his wife is getting, watching each of their hands and the way they talk to you, wishing they’d try it. he stands on the sideline as you pass out platters and drinks, all of the dirt and grim covered men thanking you and complimenting how good the food was. reiner had enough. when you feel his rough hand grab your wrist and pull you away, you follow behind his large figure with giggles. he’s taking you somewhere secluded—not much though. behind the skyscraper they’ve been building for months now. only wood so far. you’re technically inside of it when he presses you up against a piece of wood, staring up at him innocently. he was just texting you an hour ago after sending you money to get your nails done. he forgets sometimes you don’t realize the power you have over men. you act so innocent, so unaware of these things, and that’s what frustrates him.

construction worker!reiner who realizes that everything he’s saying to you right now with a hiss in his tone is going completely over your head. your attention stays on his body, the yellow and orange vest on his shoulders, the white tank with dirt, dark jeans and heavy tan timberland‘s on his big feet. he’s so fucking big it always makes you shift and bite your lip. his veins are bulging in his arms. his hands are wide and rough. his blonde hair is tousled around showing that he’s been working hard. just to provide for you. to take care of you. to cater to you.

“you listenin’ t’me, woman?” reiner’s brows knit together, tapping underneath your chin with a curved finger to bring your eyes back to him.

“you wanna see my nails, daddy?” your eyes are big and pretty as you tut out your bottom lip, reiner looking down as you run your fingers over your soft thighs, lifting your skirt up to your stomach. reiner breathes heavily through his nose as you tug at your blue lace panties, stretching them to show off your cute butterfly tattoo on the side of your cunt. “you like them? i got coffin just like you wanted.”

construction worker!reiner who turns you around to bend you over, your lip between your teeth as he brushes the outline of his cock against your plush ass, a moan you let out making him strain in his jeans. ‘have to show you something’, you say. with your cheek against a wooden plank, you fondle your ass, reiner watching the cute french tips with glittered designs drag over your flesh. spread ‘em’, he’ll say as he’s pulling aside your thong, raising his brow when he notices a shimmery object in between. you do what you’re told, spreading your cheeks apart to show him the rose gold plug snugly inside your puckered hole. reiner swears he’s losing his mind, titling his head sideways to get a better look, your pretty pussy lips begging to be sucked on. but he’s not giving you that satisfaction, atleast not now. ‘been a bad girl, sweetheart’ reiner smacks your ass to see it bounce, turning your back around to make you watch him unzip his jeans and pull his rock hard dick out, slapping it against your cute tummy.

construction worker!reiner who grabs your chin roughly before locking his lips with yours, wetly connecting, whispering in between kisses that you’re not to fuck with him while he’s on the job. to stop giving everyone a peak of what he comes home to at midnight. you keep playing dumb to rile him up a little more. ‘i got a wax too since you sent me too much.’ or ‘went to fenty yesterday, i found so many cute things to wear for you, baby.’ to which reiner will only respond with a gruff ‘yeah?’ you’re being a smart ass, a brat who needed taming real fucking quick.

“tellin’ me you did all that jus’ to show them too? you crazy?” he pecks your lips one last time before his bulky arms are lifting you up, his hands under your underarms to have you curled up, legs over his shoulders, tits to his chest, ass touching his thighs, hands tangled in his hair as his stubble scuffs against you face, your pink toes curling as he slides you down on his cock with ease, not being gentle about it either. he doesn’t even give you time to object or prepare. he’s fucking you hard, his forehead to yours as you claw at the back of his neck and squeak, scream, cry like a fucking slut. reiner knows it, but doesn’t really know it—but he’s really fucking big. his dick is fat, heavy, mushroom pink tip with veins and hangs so low it’s like half his arm. hurts so good. stretches you wide, makes your pussy drool over it.

construction worker!reiner who lifts and brutally slams you down on his cock, doesn’t bother telling you to be quiet because they might hear you, doesn’t care if tears are blurring your eye sight because he’s bullying his cock in the depths of your gummy walls to give your cervix a few kisses. doesn’t care if you have a belly bulge, and you’re whimpering like you’re in heat as he fucks you raw, feeling every delicious ridge of his dick. his knees are slightly bent, your light weight in his arms nothing as he pounds his hips. some of his fingers slip between your cheeks to push the plug still, licking and mouthing at your neck, your eyes crossing as you shudder.

“don’t fuckin’ show up like that again. i’ll fuck you harder every time i see you. spill my load in you, then the next time they see you, you’ll be months pregnant.”

“wanna get me pregnant? wanna keep me as your cute little housewife?” you hum, running your tongue over his lips. his thrusts get sloppy when he thinks about it. seeing you waddle around with a swollen stomach would be so fucking arousing. knowing he did that to you. secure with the fact that you’re bound to him forever, especially when your blood together runs through another. what a fucking fairytale.

“i’ll do it now you keep talkin’ like ‘dat,” reiner chews at your neck harder, bruising you, marking you like a beast would his mate. you’re drunk off his dick, lids low and mouth drying out from how long you had it open, reiner’s fingers indenting into the rounds of your hips and ass, tugging you down on him until he’s gasping, pushing you up against the wooden plank and grinding his waist slowly as he cums, coating your walls fully. you feel it, smiling because you knew he was going to do it anyways.

construction worker!reiner who visibly sees you upset when he pulls out and sets you to his feet, wiping that smile off swiftly when he crouches down and sucks on your clit like a pacifier, reiner admiring your as you scoot against his face and gush on his tongue that slithers out to lap you up when you squirt, the amount small but still very amusing. reiner pats your ass after pulling down your skirt, tucking his dick back to the side as he whispers in your ear. ‘gon’ now. get some sleep. i’ll be home in a few hours so be ready for me ‘cause m’nowhere near done.’

construction worker!reiner who smirks at you as you stumble back to your car, the other workers giving the two of you knowingly glares back and forth, shouting ‘bye boys!’ to all the stunned men who heard most of everything. reiner turns to them with his brow raised, clapping his hands together. ‘well? fuck y’all staring at? get back to work!’

visual. fanart credit.

Suguru watches you lift an eyebrow as a man sidles up next to you, smiling wolfishly and asking if he can buy you a drink.

“Too late,” you reply coolly, picking up the glass the bartender slides to you.

“How about the next round?”

Plucking the maraschino cherry from your drink, you wrap your lips around the sweet little sphere, sucking softly to pop it into your mouth. You twirl the stem between your fingers as you lean in close to the stranger.

“I don’t think so,” you smile.

He huffs out an indignant breath as you turn and saunter away, eyes dragging up and down your form… until he sees you shimmy into a booth next to a hulking, flannel-clad figure. The man backs away slowly with a nervous, apologetic nod.

Your boyfriend purrs as you tuck yourself under his arm, swinging your legs over his lap. His hand wraps around your jaw to pull you in for a lingering kiss, licking into you as you open for him.

“That’s my girl,” he rumbles quietly, dropping his palm to rub up and down your thigh.

You can feel the thick bulge in his jeans long before he pats on your bottom to usher you out of the booth, leading you out the door into the autumn chill. A true gentleman, he opens the door to his car for you, helping you in before he returns to his side of the truck. But when he slides onto the leather seats, he doesn’t place the key in the ignition—hungry-eyed, he turns toward you and presses a searing kiss to your lips. His hands roam your body, hot and greedy, grabbing and squeezing and kneading till you’re whimpering.

Laid back against fogged-up windows, you spread your legs wide for him and he groans as you pull up your skirt, tucking your panties to the side to reveal your slick, shiny cunt. Working his jeans down his thighs, his thick, velvety cock bobs free, long, gorgeous and heavy in your palm as you wrap your fingers around him.

“Go on,” he rasps as you line him up with your entrance, moaning into his mouth when his tip sinks in, already splitting you open so torturously slow as he listens to your whimpers; watching as you grind up against him, milking him for all he’s worth.

As your arms lace up and over his shoulders, warm and solid beneath you, you rock up on tiptoes to whisper in his ear, “I’ll even let you grab my butt.”

He chuckles, that rare, genuine smile you cherish so much breaking freely across his face. “Will ya now?” His good hand dips lower, giving your ass a squeeze and pulling you closer to him. “That wouldn’t be a very gentlemanly thing for me to do, darlin’, would it?”

You wink and say you won’t tell a soul.

The dance is appalling, nonetheless gaiety. Toji stumbles and trips over his feet, spending most of the song apologizing for stepping on your toes. You, however, thought it was charming and adorable, watching your one hell of an assertive boyfriend struggle to do something as simple as slow dance.

His usually cold eyes, so dull and reserved, are instead soft when you lean up to find his lips, kissing him sweetly as you start to sway in time with the music, pulling him along with you. You tuck your chin to rest your cheek against his chest—and god, it feels so good to hear his heartbeat.

“What should I be doing?” he asks, sounding concerned.

“Just this,” you smile. Your head doesn’t leave his chest.

The record player plays; the wood floor squeaks underfoot and the two of you rock gently to the melody. His voice is soft in your hair when he finally speaks. “Ya know, this is… nice.”