beauty, brains, and braun

But he can’t help it, not when you always smile so brightly and chat so freely with him about your days. After a few months go by without seeing you, he starts to worry that something happened to you. Where did you go? Were you sick or injured? Did you get tired of the Pizzaplex and decide to stop coming altogether?

Did you get tired of him?

The rest of the band had to deal with his moping for a while, with the occasional teasing from Monty and Chica having to tell him to leave Freddy alone. How did their bandmate get so attached to a guest, let alone an adult one? Yes, they were all programmed to acclimate with customers during the day, but this was totally different. They all knew about you already, so it didn't take them long to figure out who had their leader's wires in a twist when you went MIA.

Finally, on a cold wintery day in December, you walk through the familiar front doors and into the lobby. You just finished with college a few months early, and you were on a mission to tell your favorite bear all about it. Things had gotten so busy on your end that you didn’t have time to stop by for a while, but now you were finally free to do as you pleased while searching for jobs.

It was near the end of the day, so all the kids and their families were starting to go home. The smell of pizza and soda lingers behind as you make your way towards Rockstar Row. If you remembered right, the group should’ve had their final concert for the day about 10 minutes ago.

As you walk by Monty's room, you can see a flash of green perk up in the corner of your eye, followed by a boisterous laugh.

"Ay, there you are, [name]! Where ya been, kiddo?"

Your head turns to find the gator casually leaning against his door with his arms crossed, head tilted down to reveal amused ruby red eyes behind his sunglasses. It wasn't long before Roxy and Chica peek out from their rooms too, clearly surprised by your reappearance.

"[Name]! [Name]! It's been too long, where did you go? We all missed you!" The chicken chirps with an excited wave, meanwhile Roxy huffs with a roll of her eyes.

"Freddy's been pouting a lot ever since you disappeared outta thin air. Can you please help him get a grip before we start getting complaints?"

You snicker from the wolf's comments, nodding your head. She means well and you know it, even under that silver tongue of hers.

"I'll catch up with you guys later. A lot's happened since I last came here."

Reaching the door with Freddy’s face on it, you give it a few soft knocks as you wait for the metal to slide open. You’ve been to the Pizzaplex so much that you’ve gained special privileges to visit the gang whenever you wished.

“Freddy? It’s me, [name].”

“[Name]?! Is that really you?”

You hear his voice booming through the door, making you snort with amusement as it’s followed by quick, increasingly loud stomping. No more than two seconds go by when his door slides open, revealing a visibly happy Freddy standing in front of you.

“[Name], you came back! It is so good to see you!”

“Freddy!”

You grin as he wraps you up in his arms for a hug, lifting you off the ground and spinning you around.

“I was very worried that you wouldn’t come back. Where have you been? Is everything alright?”

He gently sets you back down on your feet, placing his hands on top of your shoulders with a concerned look in his eyes. It was almost silly to see him this worried about you; did he miss you that much?

So stinkin' cute.

"Yes, yes, I'm doing just fine. Sorry that I've been gone for so long buddy."

You give one of his hands a reassuring squeeze, smiling that same warm smile that you always gave him. His ears wiggle again, and suddenly you hear some small fans kick on somewhere.

"Do not apologize. You can come in and tell me all about it!"

He enthusiastically grabs your hand and walks you into his green room, his merchandise and decorations still in their proper places from the last time you visited. You sit down on the sofa across from his LED-lit vanity, reveling in the comfort of being back here.

"Tell me [name], where have been the last few months? I have missed seeing your face around here in the Pizzaplex. So have the others, of course!"

He's practically vibrating with joy as he clasps his hands together, his eyes wide and a pretty vibrant blue with his ears wiggling away. You couldn't help but wonder what he looked like when he was "pouting" as Roxy put it; was he really that sad when you weren't there? It makes your heart twinge in your chest as you let out a sigh -- where do you even start?

"I've missed you too, Fred. The reason I was gone for a while was because.."

For some reason, you start to fidget with your fingers in your lap and your eyes dodge around the room. You were never really shy around Freddy before, so why now? You accomplished something that would provide the next stepping stone in your life, and you were ecstatic to tell him first. But now it was just you and Freddy with no one else around you like usual, sitting side by side on the sofa with him just inches away from you. Your heart stutters and your palms grow clammy like a schoolgirl confessing to a crush.

What's gotten into you?

"I just graduated."

You finally murmur, a quiet sense of pride in your eyes as you make eye contact with him again with a bashful smile. He was the first one you told about your education journey, and he's quite literally seen you grow throughout your college years. He's seen you at your best and your worst, listened to you when you needed reassurance or comfort during times of stress. It was so important to break the news to him first to make up for the lost time.

There's a beat of silence before the bear reaches for you again, pulling you in for another one of his hugs and making you squeak.

"You're done with college, already?! My goodness, I am so so proud of you! We must tell the others, and have a party for you! We do more than just birthdays, you know."

He begins to ramble, the timbre in his voice bright and overjoyed as you return the hug and pat his back. You nearly forgot how affectionate he was with you, but his unconditional support makes your heart melt. You linger in his embrace for a little longer this time, leaning your head against his metal chest with a bashful pink to your cheeks.

"I'll tell them soon. I just had to tell you first since I haven't seen you in so long."

You pull back to get a good look at him, your head tilted back slightly just to meet his eyes. Even when he's sitting down, he still towered over you by a couple of feet. His ears perk up at that, eyes opening a little wider. You could've easily informed the others about your accomplishments first, yet you chose him? His internal fans whir even faster now, and god he hoped you couldn't hear them.

"M-Me? You did not have to do that, [name]."

As modest as he tried to be, you can see how his eyes lit up a little bit brighter than usual. At this point you realize just how much he's missed you.

And how he didn't bother to pull away from you yet.

His hands lingered near your waist, your leg directly against his while your chests were almost touching. He sure was clingy, but you found it very cute.

"Of course I had to. It's the least I could do after not stopping by for a while. I've missed you."

You boop his nose, triggering a honk! noise and making yourself giggle. Freddy was like a big teddy bear, minus all the fur and stitchings. His ears move downward as he makes a sheepish face, like a puppy dog being pet.

"I have missed you too, superstar. So very much."

Without thinking, one of his hands gently moves a few strands of hair away from your face and behind your ear. With how close you are, you can hear those same fans from a few minutes ago running. Your brows furrow as a hint of concern reaches your eyes.

"Freddy, are you alright? I hear some fans running. Do you need to go to parts and service?"

That's when he shakes his head quickly, ears immediately perking back up with panic.

"N-No, I am perfectly fine! M-My systems have just been overheating from how busy we've been lately, that is all."

Raising a brow, you aren't entirely convinced. You didn't hear those fans until you approached his door earlier. From what you can remember, he's never done that in the past around other customers. You slowly stand from the couch, getting ready to lead him there anyways.

"Well, it couldn't hurt to check right? I mean, I don't want you to accidentally overwork yourself or--"

Suddenly you're yanked forward by the waist, his clawed hands wrapped tighter around you while you stand above him. You look down at his face, eyes wide and heart beating faster as he looks back at you with a desperate look in his eyes -- a breath away from what could've been yearning. Your hands rested on his shoulder pads as you caught your balance.

"I promise that I am fine, [name]. I just.. need to be close to you."

His voice is much softer now, his ears lowered again as he pulled you in ever so closer. This kind of behavior was very new from him, at least to you. What you don't notice are three certain animatronics peeking in at you two through the gap of his room's curtains as things unfolded. God, their leader was such a sap for you.

"Freddy, what's going on bud?"

You gently cup his face with your hand, your thumb slowly swiping over the orange and light blue plating affectionately. Fortunately it didn't seem like he was having any technical issues, but something was still amiss. He had to be feeling extra warm to have the need to use his internal fans, but you weren't sure what was causing it.

You hear him let out the equivalent of a sigh as he carefully pulls you onto his lap. The intimate position makes your cheeks flush and your heart race in your ears, but you didn't want to pull away. It felt comfortable, safe.

"I fear that I cannot hide it any longer. You see, [name], I-I think that I feel much more for you than any animatronic should for a human."

He was beating around the bush, but you caught onto what he was trying to say.

"The more days that passed by without seeing you, the more I wished you were here. At first it was strange, but after I talked to Vanessa about what I have been feeling, I realized that I have completely fallen for you."

Your breath is nearly stolen from the confession, but the surprise is very much pleasant. Here you were, having the main star of the Mega Pizzaplex at your feet as if you hung the moon. To be honest, you had grown just as fond of him over time, but you weren't sure if it was even possible for an animatronic like him to be capable of having feelings like that. But after getting to know the whole gang more and more, you've learned that some things don't have to be programmed to be real. They all had life of their own: their own thoughts, anxieties, fears, and more.

"Oh Freddy. You're so, so precious to me. More than you know."

You reply, pressing a long, gentle kiss to his snout where his lips would be. The contact makes his fans whir even harder, his hands holding you tight on top of his lap and his eyelids lower like a lovesick cartoon character.

"You've been here for me every time I needed it the most. It would be impossible for me not to love you."

"Superstar--"

"Now come here."

"They never DISTURB us, Con man. You just want an excuse to whip it out as soon as the ball drops."

You send back, giggling as you turn on the tv channel to the live New Year's Eve broadcast in New York City.

Not even a couple seconds later, your phone pings with another reply from Connie.

"I can think of at least two other balls that'll be dropping tonight ;)))"

You gasp and bark out a laugh, your cheeks flushing profusely from the retort. For some reason, he became even more of a horndog on holidays than usual, and that says A LOT. But you found it hysterically cute and just so.. him. He never had any problems expressing how much he loved you, physically and otherwise.

"Omg, shut up" was your reply, prompting a common "LMAO" from your boyfriend. He would be home any minute now, and you couldn't wait to snuggle up on the couch and enjoy some nice food and cheap champagne to ring in the new year.

But then, a silly idea pops up in your head. There was a meme that you found that reminded you so much of you and Connie.

Scrolling through your camera roll, you found the picture in question. It was a picture of two cats, one of them in a headlock and choked by the other with a silly quote: "Congratulations! You just resubscribed to our relationship for 2026. There's no cancellation or refund accepted. Thank you."

Without hesitation, you send the meme to him and simply wait. Your grin stretches from ear to ear when you don't get a reply this time. He was most likely driving back with the Wingstop you two ordered for the night (he insisted on it) and some dollar store champagne you get every year.

A few minutes later, your boyfriend walks through the door with food bags in hand -- shutting it with his foot behind him. You get up from the couch to meet him, your coy smile making him snort and set the bags down on the counter.

Striding right up to you, he wraps his arms around your waist and spins you around with a bright smile. He sets you back down to press a few soft pecks to your lips before leaning down to whisper in your ear.

"You thought of me when you found that meme, didn't you [name]?"

Under the surface, his heart was racing a mile a minute since he looked at the photo. You still had no idea that he had something extra special to "resubscribe" to your relationship this year.

"I felt like the cats were historically accurate."

You remark, a proud twinkle in your eyes as we wrap your arms around his neck. Now that it was just the two of you on New Year's Eve this year, it felt very special. Nothing against Jean and Sasha, but sometimes it's nice to switch things up.

And not having to worry about Sasha stealing half of the wings.

His heart thumps when his hazel eyes stare back into yours, his hands gripping your waist like he would never let go. Deep down, this was exactly what he wanted for you both this time: sharing a meal and ringing in the new year -- just the two of you.

"Yeah. They are."

He murmurs, his tone a lot softer as he kisses your forehead. With that, he gently grabs your hand in one of his and carries the Wingstop bag in the other towards the couch.

God, he hoped his plan works out the way he planned in his head (and that you don't notice a suspicious outline in his pocket).

After you two ate and dance around the living room to the live NYE performances, the ball slowly starts to drop with the timer counting down in the corner of the tv screen. The two of you stand in front of it, watching in anticipation along with the millions more at Times Square with his arm around your waist.

"2026, huh? Can't believe we made it this far."

You comment when you notice that he's gone quiet, your head turning to find him already looking at you. After three years of being a couple, that concentrated look in his eyes gave away the gears turning in his head. You bite back a laugh as he stares intently; you can practically hear those gears cranking.

He blinks, his hand subtly tightening around your waist only solidifying your thoughts.

"O-Oh, yeah. Glad our relationship 'subscription' hasn't expired."

He quips, hoping and praying that you haven't caught on to what he's thinking. His eyes return to the countdown on the screen: 30 seconds left.

"Actually I, uh, had an idea of how we could.. ya know, really drive the renewed subscription home."

He turns to you as the clock reaches 20 seconds and counting, making you hum in acknowledgement and doing the same.

"Oh yeah? How so?"

You playfully challenge, your brows raising with interest and a beaming smile -- that same radiant smile he fell in love with so long ago.

15 seconds.

He swallows, his adam's apple bobbing in his throat while his brows furrow like he was a kid in trouble with his parents. He reaches into his back pocket, his eyes never leaving yours for a second.

Then the countdown chants start from 10.

"Connie?"

You ask a little softer this time, a hint of concern in your eyes as they follow where his hand was going. That's when your heart starts pounding, your brain starting to connect the dots about what he meant.

6, 5, 4...

By the time it all clicks, he's already on one knee in front of you with a stunning diamond ring in his hand. You gasp, your vision going blurry and suddenly you can't hear or see anything else around you but your boyfriend.

"Will you marry me, [name]?"

... 3, 2, 1!

"Yes! Oh my god Connie, yes!"

You squeal, tears of joy pouring down your face as you nod and pull him up for a deep kiss. With no time to think, he wraps you up against his chest -- your frames surrounded by the glittery New Years decorations and the screams of Happy New Year! from the broadcast.

"Happy New Year, sweetheart. I love you."

He whispers against your lips after you two pull away, grinning from ear to ear as he slips the ring onto your finger. Your glossy eyes lock onto his, a wobbly smile on your rosy face.

"Happy New Year, Con man. I love you always."

Then you hear your phones start to vibrate incessantly; Jean and Sasha were spamming the group chat with messages.

Dumb and Dumber sent 5+ message(s).

"DID HIS DUMBASS DO IT YET??"

"[NAME] PLEASE TELL US YOU SAID YES"

You laugh with a beaming smile as you wipe through the tears, a couple of drops landing on your phone screen.

"We have to send them a picture." You giggle, your cheeks blotchy and eyes red but overjoyed nonetheless.

"Damn right, we are!"

He smirks as he pulls you in by the waist, pulling up the camera app on his phone and lifting it up to take a selfie. You two smile widely as you hold up your ringed hand within the frame.

"Wedding TBD, 2026. Book it."

He types and clicks send, prompting even MORE spamming from the other two.

"LFGGGGGGGGGGG"

"SHE ACTUALLY SAID YES? I'M GONNA BE A MAID OF HONOR!!!"

You tuck your phone away as he does the same, your eyes twinkling brighter than the crystal ball on tv. He couldn't believe you actually said yes to start the year -- it was evident in the way his hands trembled slightly as they held on to your lower back.

"Definitely no need to renew our relationship subscription huh?"

You tease, sniffling as a stray tear crawls down your cheek. Connie scoffs with a smile, his thumb wiping it away as he gently presses his forehead against yours.

"Nope. The only expiration date is death."

He responds, his tone lower and as he holds you in the middle of the living room. In the middle of all the black and gold, all he sees is you.

"Now can I let those other balls drop?"

You start to cackle as you jump into his arms, wrapping your arms and legs around him as he catches you with a spark in his eyes. Not a single word makes it out of your mouth before he's making a beeline for your bedroom.

"You were going to anyways, weren't you?"

He hums with approval before he smashes his lips with yours, closing the door behind you both.

But once Eren was killed and titans were no more, Reiner didn’t waste a second to ask you to settle down and start a life together: a slower-paced, peaceful and intimate life.

Now that you both didn’t have to fight to live the next day, he can run amok with his wandering hands. All over you, from your waist to your hips, your stomach and thighs.

“I swear you’ve gotten touchier in the last few months, Rei. What’s up with you?”

You ask him with an amused raise of your brows one evening, his hands once again gently squishing and rubbing any tangible skin he could reach.

You two are just watching the sunset on the porch, the area you live in more rural and quiet compared to the crowded streets of Paradis and Marley. Reiner stood right behind you, his arms wrapped around your waist as they gently grab onto your plush stomach.

Sometimes you think it was some sort of muscle memory — a natural habit that he doesn’t think too much about.

He kisses your temple, lips quirking upward as he leans closer against your back.

“Just like feelin’ you up now that Thing 1 and Thing 2 can’t get on my ass about it.” He was talking about Jean and Connie.

He rumbles with a chuckle, running his warm palms flat against your tummy. You huff a small laugh as you lean back into his chest, looking up at him.

“Yeah. Totally not like we were fighting for our lives at the time or anything like that. I don't blame them for getting irritated at you.”

You retort with a smirk, never failing to mess with him about his more affectionate behavior.

He scoffs, rolling his hazel eyes from your jab. You and your smart mouth — be thankful that he found that hot about you.

"Those jokers were just jealous that I had this to look forward to after everything."

He murmurs against your ear, one of his hands traveling lower to grip your thigh while the other rested on your tummy.

"But now you're stuck with my handsy self and can't do anything about it, sexy."

You laugh with flushing cheeks, humming low with approval from his touch.

"You were always good with your hands.” And not just for fighting.

You giggle with a coy smile, knowing he loved when you went back and forth with him. It reminded him that he can just relax for once. He swears you helped fix his nervous system ever since the Rumbling ended.

"Damn right I am. Gotta use ‘em for something other than kicking ass.”

You were going to laugh again when he smashes his lips against yours, his hips pressing against yours from behind.

Yeah, he will always love you out loud. And with his hands.

How were you supposed to get all of these meetings scheduled and reports turned in on time if he kept this up? Yes, the pay was good, but all the late nights you had to spend overtime in the office with god knows how many coffees chugged down were catching up to you.

You were actually on the way to his office now, a newly finished report neatly tucked away in a file that you're carrying in your hands. Reiner called you again for god knows what, but you decide to bite your tongue; he's treated you well financially, so you couldn't be too upset.

Knocking on his office door, you announce your arrival.

"Mr. Braun, I have the report you requested."

There's a brief pause before his rumbling voice replies from the other side.

"Come in, [name]."

Like clockwork, you open it and step inside before you close the door behind you. As soon as you turn around, you saw that same lazy but confident smirk on his face in his usual laid pack position in his chair.

It would've been infuriating if he wasn't so damn sexy. The spread of his legs looked almost intentional, like he was waiting for you to sit on his lap in between his muscled thighs. The early evening sun filters in from his floor to ceiling windows, highlighting the teasing glimpse of his chest through the undone buttons of his shirt and vest.

He had no business looking that good just sitting there like that.

"Atta girl. But I told you to just call me Reiner."

He huffs a laugh, his eyes watching you place the file down on his desk with a sensual slowness.

“Mm, sorry.”

You yawn with a ghost of a smile, your shoulders sag but you straighten your posture; however, the fatigue doesn’t quite escape his gaze.

He knows you’re a hard worker, and the best assistant he’s ever had. Not only were you a sight for sore eyes with your tiny skirts, but your high work ethic made it easy to pay you well over the average yearly salary.

A pang of guilt settles in his chest. He realizes he’s been a bit of pain for you — constantly calling you in under the guise of business talk when really he wanted to admire you, and touch you.

If only you knew what he really thought about most days when he wasn’t on a phone call or at a business meeting.

Noting your current state, he pats his thigh as he spreads his legs a bit more, his expression a little more concerned but still casual.

“Come here, girl.”

A light shiver runs down your spine as you stand on the opposite side of his desk. You blink a couple times as his soft demand reaches your ears.

He noticed. Of course he did.

Knowing you can’t exactly reject him, you saunter around the wooden desk and hesitantly sit on top of his thigh. If you had more than half a mind right now, you would’ve made some sort of excuse to keep things professional.

But right now you couldn’t help but hum from the contact of his thigh between your legs. It’s been at least a couple of hours since you last sat down, so the reprieve was very much appreciated.

“Thank you.”

You murmur, scooting a little further up his thigh. The brush of thinly clothed muscle right there was enough to make you sigh, the sound making his blood rush south.

“Feel good, sweetheart?”

He bumps his thigh upwards, purposefully making you fall further into his chest with a gasp.

“Y-Yeah. Really good.”

Your hands rest on his shoulders, heartbeat loud in your ears and your cheeks flushing rouge as your pussy starts to throb beneath your underwear.

This was so, so wrong on so many levels — but for the last few weeks your body was in need of having some kinks worked out. Whether it was from the stress or from the occasional fantasies about Reiner, you needed something to help you relax.

Maybe that was what he was counting on this whole time.

With you in his lap, one of Reiner’s hands runs down your back to your hip — giving it an encouraging pull to keep going. The other sits on the top of your ass, giving your cheek a squeeze when you grind yourself down on his thigh. That pretty little whine you let out makes him groan in your ear.

He takes his glasses off as they start to fog up, throwing them unceremoniously on top of his desk. With another upward bump of his thigh between your legs, he lets one of his hands run up your thigh as your tight skirt hikes up your legs.

“F-Fuck, that’s it. Just relax and ride my thigh like it's my cock, sunshine.”

You gasp as your hips start to move a little harder, your pussy clenching around nothing as you slide back and forth against his thigh. It didn’t take long for you to soak your panties, the scent of your arousal making his cock twitch in his pants while he catches your lips with his.

His stubble scratches deliciously against your cheek as his tongue tangles with yours, muffling your moans and his grunts. It took every inch of his will power not to bend you over his desk right now and fuck the stress out of you, but not yet.

But then your hand reaches for his already loosened tie, completely ripping it off of him and throwing it aside.

Fucking Christ.

He growls against your mouth, his hand on your ass tightening its grip and helping you grind down on his leg.

“God damn it, [name]. I wanna feel you ruin these sweet little panties before I tear em off myself.”

His other hand that was on your hip slides beneath the waistband of your skirt, his fingers circling against the soaked fabric. He nearly moans when he feels how wet you were.

“A-Ah, gonna come. Wanna c-come all over your thigh—“

You mewl, back arching and hands clawing against his shoulders as your pace quickens. When a particularly sharp moan bursts from your mouth, he smashes his lips against yours to mute it. No one needed to find out their CEO was letting his assistant ride his thigh did they?

“Ha, don’t wanna give away what we’re doing in here, do you?”

He laughs, low and breathless as his fingers quicken their movements on your clit to double the sensations between your legs.

“Or do you want them to know that I’ve been aching to fuck my favorite assistant?”

“R-Reiner please, I'm about to..!"

With a quiet moan and a final thrust of your hips, his words tip you over the edge and make you come in your panties — right on top of his expensive slacks.

Not long after, he soils his pants with his own release as he groans against your neck. He can feel some of your fluids leak through the fabric as you gasp and pant near his ear, and he swears he can feel himself starting to harden again.

“Good fucking girl. Best damn assistant I could ask for."

He plants an affectionate kiss to your neck, licking at the sweat dripping along the curve as he pulls his hand out from your panties.

"Now why don't you strip down and bend over the desk for me? It's about time you get your bonus." He purrs as he begins to unbuckle his belt.

Looks like the idea of quitting might not be so appealing after all.