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jobrolion · 11 months ago

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𝒜𝒻𝓉𝑒𝓇 𝐻𝑜𝓊𝓇𝓈

reiner x reader

after a long day driving through the middle of nowhere, you and reiner take a rest at a motel with only one room left...

wc | 2385

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After you parked, you shifted into neutral and sighed, staring at the dusty motel sign. To your right, Reiner ran his hand over his face, exhaustion weighing heavy on both of your shoulders.

This coast to coast road trip with your best friend was mostly a good time, but driving through these barren areas proved to be a little more challenging than originally thought. Roads stretched for hours in straight lines, landscape barely changed from cornfield to cornfield, and while it had its beauty, variety was nice.

It was now, after a day of driving, that the two of you sat silently in your car, waiting for the other to say what you were both desperate to hear.

“We should stop, right?” Reiner broke the silence. “I mean we can’t keep going like this, there won’t be another motel for hours. And-”

“I agree.”

You thought that Reiner may have believed you would try to push through this, to keep going until you got out of this wasteland. Even you were not that stupid.

Shutting off the engine, you pulled the keys out and headed with Reiner into the motel office. The overhead lighting accentuated the off white walls and the dated seating by the windows. A low humming could be heard over the television in a back room.

You reached the counter and rang the bell, pulling out your wallet while you waited for an old man to round the corner, manning the desk. When he sat you requested two rooms. Two because a night alone was much needed.

“I’m sorry, but you’re out of luck. We’re doing maintenance on some of the rooms, and two are already taken. We’ve only got one room left available.”

You fought the urge to sigh, but couldn’t resist your eyes shutting tightly in displeasure.

“That’s fine, we’ll take it.”

The air cooled as you were gathering what little belongings you were carrying out of the car and to the door of the motel room. Reiner set his bag on the ground before turning the key in the lock. Nudging the door open, he bent to retrieve his bag, allowing you to see over him and into the room. He looked back when he heard you aggressively exhale. There was no reason to contain your frustration now.

There was only one, small bed sitting in the middle of the room against the wall.

“Ah shit.” He entered the room, closing the door when you passed him.

“Just our luck, right?”

“I’ll go back and ask for more blankets and a pillow, I can sleep on the floor.” He knew you’d protest so he continued, “You were the one driving all day, you should get the bed.”

“You know, you say I’m stubborn, but you’re the same as me, Reiner.”

“A stubborn little shit?”

You laughed, “Something like that.”

Despite the label of best friends, your feelings toward Reiner swayed towards romance. That’s not to say you didn’t value your friendship, quite the opposite. The only reason you felt this way was because of how strong your relationship had grown. You would never make a move and you were certain of that, but you may not get this chance again. So you gave yourself one more moment to think, then spoke.

“We could always share the bed. I promise I won’t steal the blanket.”

“Are you sure? I want you to be comfortable.” For some reason, Reiner couldn’t meet your eye.

“If you would be, so would I.”

Reiner let you use the bathroom to get ready first so when you finished you sat on your chosen side of the bed with a book. Though you couldn't begin to read. Your nerves were getting the best of you now, and your mind swarmed with thoughts of him.Thoughts of how you knew his chest looked under his shirt. Knowing how cute his hair looks when it's messy, how you know it will be in the morning.

You slammed the book closed when he walked out of the bathroom, dressed in sweat shorts and a loose fitting t-shirt. He seemed amused when you startled.

“You good?”

“Mhm. I’m ready for bed, though.”

“That we can agree on.” God. His voice was low and tired.

You lifted the covers for him to get in, earning you a smile.

“I’m sorry today turned out so…”

“Horrible?” You offered.

“Yeah. I didn’t offer much of a distraction, I was kinda in my own head.”

“I wasn’t up for much talking either. We just needed to get through the day, I think. Tomorrow will be better.”

Reiner hummed in agreement, holding out the palm of his hand. You smacked it and grinned.

“That’s not to say I didn’t enjoy any of today.” He said.

Reiner’s demeanor changed. His head tilted slightly to the side and his eyelids lowered over softening eyes.

“Tell me, what was there to enjoy?”

“You.”

Now it was the atmosphere that changed. The crickets that were once heard outside quieted until only stilted breaths that were heard.

“I-”

He interrupted you, whispered your name, then asked, “Can I kiss you?”

“Please.”

Reiner did not hesitate before locking his lips with yours. Years of pent up emotion bubbled to the surface as he gently cradled your face.

He pulled back for a moment, catching his breath and looking you over, scanning your face for any sign of discomfort. He found none. In fact, he was met with hungry eyes and your wandering hands finding their way into his short hair.

As much as you both wanted to keep kissing each other, it was too much to pull away from the moment. After so long left yearning you could now look into each other's eyes with genuine emotion and an understanding that the other felt the same way.

Reiner’s hand moved to your knee, squeezing you twice before curling around the back of your mid thigh. You made the move to pick up where you left off, pressing your lips to the corner of his mouth before diving into an open and messy kiss.

His tongue ran along yours, head moving in sync with yours, hands straining to learn each other’s bodies, and pulled ever closer until you were straddling his thighs. He waited to pull you flush with his crotch, breaking the kiss and holding your waist to steady you.

The hem of Reiner’s shirt felt thin to your fingers, though it was oversized you could make out the broad expanse of his chest and shoulders. There was no giving in to your anxieties any longer, you were too far gone for that. So you gave the shirt a tug and he nodded, kissing your cheek, breaking away only for you to pull the material over his head.

The sight was not new, but it felt as if it was. You could no longer hide the lust behind your features, letting your mouth part slightly under shadowed eyes. Your hands roamed what bare skin you could find, savoring every inch of it.

Finally, you closed the distance, pressing yourself to his clothed dick. Through the thick sweat shorts you could feel him, hard and wanting. Now it was his turn to disrobe your upper half, leaving you bare chested, the chill air and the stimulation hardening your nipples as Reiner stared. He could not hide the licking of his lips as he brought his hands up and cupped your breasts.

His was the first moan of the night. Forehead now resting against your shoulder, he massaged you, hands occasionally wandering off to trace your waist or run his short fingernails gently down your back.

You ground down on him, letting out a moan of your own at the contact. Your clit throbbed with anticipation. With a hand on either side of his head, you pulled Reiner’s face away from your neck and kissed him hard, moving his hand from your breast down to your waistband. He wasted no time reaching into your pants and a sense of relief washed over him when he felt how wet you were. It was no small feat overcoming his self doubt and insecurity, but feeling how ready and willing and wanting you already were for him, every single negative thought fled from his mind as he refocused on his task.

His thick fingers swept the length of you and pressed inside, reveling in the lewd moan you released. When he decided you were ready, he added another finger, pumping them in and out of you, curling them steadily to make you feel so, so good. Your gasping grew louder and your groaning more frequent, so he pressed his thumb to your clit and rubbed hard and slow circles on it.

“Reiner, please, please. I’m so so so-” Your words almost turned to laughs as you came on his hands, moaning when he removed them. He stared at you in awe until you looked up at him. When you did, he made a show of bringing his fingers to his mouth, drawing attention to his long tongue cleaning your cum from his hand.

“It’s your turn now, big man.”

At your words his hips jolted into yours and he gripped your ass to keep you there for a moment longer before you pulled off of him completely. You stood to strip everything off. Reiner removed the last of his clothing clumsily on the bed, desperate for you to come back to him.

“Wait.” As you started back, he called your name. “Turn for me.”

Your face split in a huge grin before a shy look took over your features. Arms down, palms facing the floor, you turned slowly, trying desperately to look sexy. Though nothing you could have done wouldn't have looked sexy to him.

“Now come back here, baby.”

You did as he asked you, taking his outstretched hand and kneeling beside where he sat.

“Hey.”

Reiner responded in kind. “You want this too?”

You nodded, but he still expected an answer. “I do. So much.”

With that, he pulled on your legs so you could easily lay down in the center of the bed, leaning back on your elbows while he took his turn straddling you. His hands roamed the extent of you, giving special attention to every inch before moving to sit between your legs. Your reflex was to shy away, to bring your legs together, but when he kissed the side of your knee, you found yourself relaxing, and let your head fall back onto the pillow.

Reiner kneeled with his knees on either side of your ass and brought your legs up to squeeze his waist. With you having been prepped and wet already, he looked down at your cunt, shiny and waiting. He wouldn’t dare delay the pleasure for either of you. With one hand he lined himself up with your slit, the other held your hand, fingers intertwined with yours. He made eye contact and with a breath out he pushed in.

He was met with little resistance, when there was some, he simply pulled back out and slowly made his way back in, bottoming out on the second try. At this point, Reiner could no longer hold back the sounds of his pleasure. He would grunt and groan, call out your name and whisper profanities all in the name of you.

You felt like you had ascended. All the time in the world had stopped and it was only the two of you in this room that had this moment all to yourselves. The sight above you was enough to finish you off then and there. The debauched look on Reiner's face sent you spinning. Your hand not wrapped around his found its way into his hair, messing it up more than it already had been. His eyes wouldn’t dare close for the thought of being without you would ruin the moment.

Now both of his hands gripped your waist, bringing your hips forward to meet his thrusts. The lewd sound of skin slapping skin filled the dimly lit motel room and were met with the sounds of whimpers and moans that accompanied it.

“Reiner.” He loved the way you whined his name. “I’m so close.”

“Me too.” And you loved the way he whined yours.

He pushed himself to be completely on top of you now, arms bracing himself on either side of your head as he thrust into you, picking up speed. His eyes traded roaming your face to glance down between the two of you to where his body disappeared into yours.

You cradled his face now, bringing him down so you could press his forehead to yours. Reiner reached down to rub on your clit, bringing you ever closer to your peak. He was so close himself, but he refused to come before you.

You repeated his name and your previous sentiment, gripping onto his shoulders as he told you to come. That’s all it took for you to completely come undone. You came on Reiner’s cock and trembled beneath him, hips jerking with overstimulation.

Reiner’s mouth was now at your ear, whispering your name and gods. His hips bucked into your frantically, chasing that same high. When that rope started to snap, he pulled out, gripping his dick tightly and pumping it as he came on your stomach. You watched him, enraptured.

When he finished, he sat back on his knees, head hung while he caught his breath. You rose and pulled his face to your neck, one hand on the back of his head, the other around his back as you laid down with him.

Reiner came back from the bathroom with a damp towel and set to work cleaning you up, spending more time than he needed to on your most intimate areas before throwing it to the side and moving to lay with you once more. Your mouth opened and closed, words coming and going before you had the courage to say them.

“We don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want to.” He started when he sensed your hesitation.

“I think we should. Because…” You sighed in relief. “I’ve wanted this for a long time.”

“Likewise.” Reiner kissed your forehead sweetly. “Because I think I love you.”

#reiner x reader #reiner braun x reader #aot x reader #lily writes xoxo

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jobrolion · 11 months ago

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𝒻𝓇𝑜𝓂 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓂𝑜𝓇𝓃𝒾𝓃𝑔

mista x gn!reader

summary | you first met mista when he came to the bakery you worked at, and almost every monday after he would entertain you while you were on the clock.

notes | fluff and some kissing, reader is referenced to be inexperienced

wc | 1819

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Mista came to the bakery you worked at almost every Monday after his first visit a year ago. And he always ordered the same thing. A cappuccino and a cornetto pastry with jam filling, the day he asked you out it was strawberry.

The door chimed and you locked eyes with him as he closed the door behind himself. He breathed in the air that smelled of flour and yeast, sugar and spices, and he tried to catch yours too, to no avail.

“Good morning, Mista. How are you?” It was always a genuine question and you always got a genuine answer. You were already getting his order together, moving to the side to make his drink.

“Much better now that I’m here. Slow morning?”

“A little, the rain is keeping people away. Not you, thankfully.” You smiled brightly at him, “The jam flavor today is strawberry, but you could always switch it up and get a custard or chocolate?”

“Nice try.” He tsked your name, sitting on the stool by the counter facing you. Nobody else was in the bakery so he could keep you to himself for the time being.

After sliding him his coffee and pastry, you leaned on the counter, sipping your drink as he started on his.

“Excuse me if I’m overstepping a boundary here, but where’d you get the bruise under your eye? Are you ok?”

“I’m fine now. Just one of the perks of being a mafioso.”

You paused, staring at him for a moment before letting out an undignified snort.

“Be serious, Mista.” You said between laughs. “If you don’t want to tell me that’s ok.”

“Gotta keep the mystery.”

“I guess so.” For as long as he’d been coming in he’d been enigmatic, this was part of the appeal.

For an hour you both talked, never a lull in conversation, before the rain stopped and customers started pouring in.

“Until we meet again.” He bowed with an exaggerated wink.

“See you, Mista.” You curtsied in return, waving him off.

When you got off of work you went straight into your errands. Your day off was tomorrow and you wanted it to be strictly for leisure.

After visiting the post office you took your time at the grocery store. As your job you baked pastries and breads, but your true passion lies with cooking. So you browsed ingredients and brainstormed new recipes to experiment with.

You had your eye on the freshly made pasta and the display of mushrooms. They were practically begging to be taken home. A cream based sauce would do nicely with them and the herbs you grew in your garden and the spices you kept in your cabinet.

You made conversation with the cashier as they rang you out. You left for your car once they were done and what you owed was paid.

Before you could start the ignition you saw a shadow and heard a knock on your window. Clear as day, Guido Mista was there outside your car, waiting with a grin. You exited your car and matched his enthusiasm.

“Small world, huh?”

Mista laughed, a little nervously and stared for a moment before…

“I just uh- I have something to ask you. It’s been slowly eating away at me, but I’ve never been able to ask you because it feels wrong to while you’re working and I didn’t want to make you uncomfortable or anything. And I will never show up to the bakery ever again if you ask me to so don’t hesitate to tell me off or-”

“What are you trying to get at?” Patience is a virtue, but the man in front of you was struggling.

“Would you want to maybe get dinner with me sometime?” He was actually wringing his fingers. This man would shamelessly flirt with you every time he came into your work and here he was sweating over asking you out.

“Like a date?”

“Exactly like a date.”

“I’d really like that, Mista. Are you free tomorrow night?”

It was a date. He chose the location and picked you up at 7 the next day. But before that, you fretted over what to wear and how you were going to act. This was not going to be the same as all those Monday mornings he’d spend at your bakery. You tried to calm down, it’s just Mista, the funny, flirty guy who entertains you while you’re on the clock. But it’s also Mista, the man you’d been crushing on for over half a year now who made your cheeks hot to the touch and your heart flutter.

When he picked you up, he knocked on your door, a single rose in his hand and a blush across his cheeks. You smiled as he gave it to you.

“Watch there's a thorn right there.”

You looked and sure enough there was a thorn where you were about to place your hand. “Where did you get this, Mista?”

“That’s top secret.”

“I’m flattered that you’d steal a rose for me, touching really.”

His cheeks flushed a darker shade of red and stayed that way as he took your hand.

“Where are you taking me?”

“The Libeccio. It’s a favorite of mine. The food is to die for.”

“I pass it on my way to work, I’m excited to try it!”

When you arrived, you were seated in a candle lit corner by a darkened window. It was obvious to you that this was planned and that warmed your heart.

After you ordered you noticed a group of young men who kept glancing over and looking away quickly, talking hushedly amongst themselves.

“Mista, don’t look now, but those guys over there keep looking at us.”

He did look, and immediately a panic washed over his face.

“What’s wrong? Do you know them?”

“Ah so this is embarrassing. They’re my friends.” He simplified it. “They kind of didn’t believe that you said yes. I didn’t think they’d actually show up. I’m really sorry.”

“Some friends, huh?”

Mista laughed nervously, “Yeah, something like that.”

Truth was, the rest of Bucciarati’s team knew of his infatuation with you, but not only did they doubt the date, but they also doubted your existence. So apparently, they had taken it upon themselves to settle the matter by spying on Mista.

“Should we ignore them?”

A sharp nod was your answer, so the two of you averted your eyes for the rest of the meal. He did assure you later that they meant well and were excited for him, despite them not believing him fully.

The date went as well as it could have, disregarding that minor incident. And before you knew it, you were already back on your doorstep.

“I’m glad you asked me out, Mista. I was too afraid to.” You confessed.

“Really? What about me is so frightening?” He looked over himself, faux concern painting his features which made you laugh, making him drop the act, smiling.

Mista then took your hand in his and leaned in, leaving a soft kiss on your cheek. As he pulled away, you guided his face towards yours and kissed his lips. You swore you short circuited, having never felt a spark like this with anyone before. After a moment, you hesitantly pulled away.

“Will I see you Monday?” You said breathlessly.

“Without a doubt.”

Two more Monday’s came and went before Mista asked you for a second date. This time you were on your feet all day, exploring the city, stopping occasionally for a break, once at a cafe and once at a fountain, and many times to steal kisses from each other. You wished you could fit more hours in a day, never would you want this one to end.

After dinner at a hole in the wall restaurant Mista asked if you wanted to come back to his place for a while.

You were hesitant. Before him you had barely ever kissed anybody, and you had never gone back to anyone's house for anything, ever.

But you trusted Mista and you wanted to spend more time with him, so you said yes.

His apartment was small and simple, a stark contrast to his personality, but it somehow suited him. It was comfortable with ambient lighting and a neutral color pallet. He offered you a glass of water which you accepted. Standing by his kitchen counter you smiled, thanking him for the time you spent together.

“I should be the one thanking you, I haven't had a day this nice in too long ”

Eventually you both migrated to his couch, sitting closer than you really had to. After a few more short remarks about the day, he leaned in, pressing a short kiss to your cheek.

“Kiss me here, Mista.” You pointed to your lips, eyes piercing his.

He complied, kissing you fully and passionately, hands finding their way to your face, holding you sweetly.

It could have been a minute or an hour that you sat there worshiping each other's lips. But then he placed a hand on your waist and a groan escaped him, taking you by surprise, you pulled back.

“Shit, my bad. I don't want to cross any lines here.”

“It's ok.” You laughed nervously. “It’s just that I’ve never gone any further than this with anyone. I don’t know if I want that tonight.”

“Then we take this at your pace, alright?” Your heart filled with adoration, all anxieties washing away with a single sentence.

“Is more of this ok?”

“Take the lead.”

After a while, you startled when you noticed the time. You hated to go, but you had to open the bakery the next day.

“I’ll see you Monday?”

“You'll see me sooner.”

Mista drove you home. Even after this, it was like nothing changed. You could still talk endlessly and being with him just felt natural. A year of Mondays brought the two of you closer week by week until now when you swore you were already in love.

He kissed you at your doorstep and watched as you closed the door behind you. And when he was sure you couldn’t see him he pumped his fist in the air and headed back to his car. But you did see him and now you were certain you were in love.

As you opened the bakery early the next morning you lamented another rainy day. The gray sky a sharp contrast to your sunny disposition. A dreary middle of the week Wednesday promised little to no customers which meant you got to spend the day alone.

When you finished your opening tasks, you sat with a drink and waited. Fixing the displays and cleaning could only keep you occupied for so long.

As you took the last sip, the door chimed and you turned your head to see Mista greeting you with a wave and a smile.

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title reference

from the morning - nick drake

#mista x reader #guido mista x reader #jjba x reader #jojo x reader

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