Be Careful this post will change a lot:
Waiting for the new game to come out
I'm asexual/aromantic
Watching:
One Piece
Demon slayer
Mashle: Magic and Muscles

Be Careful this post will change a lot:
Waiting for the new game to come out
I'm asexual/aromantic
Watching:
One Piece
Demon slayer
Mashle: Magic and Muscles
wanna have this man’s kids so bad.
eren and emiko would be literal twins. when his daughter was just 12 months old, they started to do everything together. eren would sit back against the living room sofa with emiko either laid against his chest while he scrolled through social media, silently watching his screen or she’d be right beside him, pacifier in mouth as she watched team umizoomi on the tv.
it was one of those slow days. you were stuck at school with night classes, so eren fortunately spent the day taking care of his baby girl. he could tell a small cold was dawning upon her, and when you heard the small wheezes in her breath as she slept this morning, you contemplated staying home to take care of her.
totally not writing this cuz i failed my psych exam yesterday 😃
eren is suprised when you come home with a sad look on your face. tossing your bag on the ground, not caring if your laptop broke in it or not, you walk over to your boyfriend and throw yourself in his lap, immediately turning into him for comfort.
eren’s large hands rest on your back and rubs the surface of your skin, already feeling the tears hit his neck. “bad day baby?” he frowned.
“super fuckin’ bad day,” you sobbed. “i failed my exam today.”
you let out a frustrated sigh as the cool air spread goosebumps across your wet skin. you watched the mess crowding your feet as you tiredly tied a knot in the towel wrapped around your body.
your four year old looked up at you with a bright grin, sprinkles and other sweet treats spilled across the floor carelessly. caramel syrup had been sprayed along the walls, chcoolate drizzle smushed into the seats of your grey sofa; your living room and kitchen was practically the sugar factory; thanks to your daughter.
why is nobody talking about how armin would be the cutest dad ever ??
first of all, you’d literally birth his TWIN. when your baby grows up you’d actually grow more offended about how she inherited nearly nothing from you but your skin color. like even her hair is a dusty blonde/brown color that lightens in the sun during summer days. she’d have a mix of grey eyes as a combination of yours and armin’s ice blue eyes and she’d have that boy’s entire face, ugh.
I LOVE YOU FOR THIS REQUEST ANON
but no bc armin would literally be THEEEE best dad like lets talk about it. of course he knows NOTHING about being a father; he wasn’t even experienced in sex hardly two years ago.
but here you guys were sharing a beautiful baby girl of three months, her still being as small as a pea. you’d been sleeping for nearly two days straight; so exhausted from breastfeeding and taking care of baby adeja that you just blanked out.
fuck, i missed writing about construction worker!reiner. my man my man my mannnn. i know y’all been waiting on this joint so here you go my babies!
it’s always the quiet nigga’s with the most to show!!
construction worker!reiner doesn’t bother anyone. he shows up to work, do manly things, looks hot while doing it and then comes back home to you. as he should.
except today, you had nothing to do, so you decided to go and visit your lovely man in his practical natural habitat. what you didn’t anticipate was the dozens of stares you’d gotten from his coworkers, unsure if their eyes were pointed at your face, your tits or your ass.
construction worker!reiner had been confused on what the hold up was with the transportation of heavy cement until he heard your familiar angelic voice question his coworkers on the whereabouts of his location. “in here, sweet cake!”
you’d only met his coworkers once or twice, all in passing so you never really had a chance to know any of them. not that you really wanted to either, any time you came over, it was for reiner and reiner only, unless it was to make food for everyone out the kindness of your heart and make reiner take it for his ‘friends’ the next morning.
construction worker!reiner would glare at everyone in vicinity of you, warning them to mind their eyes. he didn’t talk to anyone much. he just showed up to work and did what he had to in order to come back to your lovely warmth. he ate lunch alone, he worked on projects alone when it was appropriate and overall he kept to himself.
but because he didn’t talk much didn’t mean he didn’t hear the break room subject of the day: which was you, except it was every day.
“no fucking idea how reiner managed to bag that chick.” he heard one of the guys scoff in disbelief.
“i heard they been married for almost five years now.”
“five? that girl look bout a decade younger than him.”
“don’t forget reiner’s pushing 30 now.”
“girl’s gotta be at least 25 with tits like that.”
“i could bang a thing like that.”
it was all this and more. reiner’s first defense was to curse all the men out: defending your honor publicly, but he knew you’d kill him if he got fired over something so foolish.
“let em talk, rei,” you’d tell him as he was balls deep in you. “they’re not the one stretching me out like this now, are they?”
you could tell that from the strenuous expression on reiner’s face, he was still mad. he usually took it out when he fucked you, and you’d feel it in his long, deep strokes. but you didn’t mind; he needed an outlet and you liked talking to him during sex. it made everything much more intimate for you both.
“i don’t like the shit they say about ya, sweetheart,” he grunts, hitting your cervix with every thrust. “it’s fucking disgusting.”
“fuck, well as long as they not touching me, i could give a shit,” you admitted, gripping onto his biceps with your acrylic nails. “they’re not the ones fucking me good. you are, so like i said. let them niggas talk—fuck just like that.”
your first sentence seems to ignite something in reiner’s brain because he immediately picks ip the pace, hitting your body with every ounce of energy left in him. his body was sore, but that wasn’t going to stop him from pleasuring you. “never. this pussy’s all mine. yeah?”
“all fucking yours.” you breathe out. “all yours baby.”
maybe those pricks would just have to learn sooner or later.
okay but lets talk about how loved construction worker!reiner would be at the family functions like. whether it’s a quincé or caribbean bacchanal—the aunties would definitely steal your man away from you at all times.
reiner would stand beside you while you told him about what food in the trays were what and with one spin you’d find him gone, dancing with your aunties on the dance floor. little did he know that they really just wanted to see his muscle flex with each horrible move he made. they didn’t tell him he couldn’t dance though.
you’d shake your head and steal your man back, prompting him to try some saltfish and bake as a light meal before your uncle’s dragged him into a brutal game of poker. the men may have been in their 60’s and 70’s—but they played a nasty ass game of dice.
reiner would steal glances at you while you danced with your cousins to which you’d blow him a kiss and watch him blush under the insensitive jokes your uncles would make.
“look this boy done got pussy whipped, lawd!”
of course you’d have a jealous cousin or two who’d try to get with reiner under the knowledge that he was clearly tied to you—the huge rock on your finger proving it.
but, you did enjoy being petty at times. so, randomly you’d grab reiner and smash your lips on his, to which he’d grab your ass tight for support out of instinct. this would clearly send anyone eyeing reiner away out of embarrassment. that boy was in love with you.
but of course, this would send your family members crazy, ‘ooohing’ at the fact that you even dared to be bold. you were fully grown; but you’d always be that little girl to your family.
by the end of the night, you and reiner would leave the party with about 10 different plates of food, all of which your strong man had mo problem in carrying.
“i fuckin’ love your family,” reiner couldn’t help but grin the entire way home.
you playfully rolled your eyes and grabbed his hand. “i don’t see why, my uncles literally fucking scammed you out of $100, reiner.”
he knew better than to play poker with the uncs.
no bc imagine being armin’s dumb baby girlfriend! he’d totally take pride in being more knowledgeable than you, but not in a cocky way, moreso in a loves being able to teach you things way. armin loves speaking things over simplified and having to dumb it down for you just so his pretty girlfriend can understand in simple terms.
armin would tell you about his day while you had him balls deep in your warm mouth, forcing him to continue or else you’d stop against him. so while he’d share the details of his day with you, you’d stop against him and say things like “wait min, does that mean?”
and poor armin would totally underestimate your cognitive skills and say “nothing to worry your pretty brain about, baby. you wouldn’t really understand if i explain it anyway.”
you frown with his fat dick in your mouth, that seeming to be the only thing you knew how to do. suck armin’s dick and be his pretty girlfriend. “but i wanna understand,” you muffle out.
“alright, i’ll break it down for you.” armin pressed a kiss to your forehead. “only if you keep sucking it like that, fuck, babe.”
okay i think we all need to collectively agree that mean!armin is the better version okay. cuz hear me out.
mean!armin would talk to you all kinds of crazy in the bed. shit especially if he was mad at you? baby you better hope phat ma don’t give out in the middle of the deed.
that boy will BEAT YOUR SHIT INNNN. fuck missionary—backshots will always be armin’s go to.
he’d have your back arched up so high in the air yout begun to question whether or not you were a gymnast in another lifetime. he’d have fun smacking the flesh of your pretty brown ass till it was purple.
no one also talks about it, but mean!armin is also a masochist LETS BE FR. you’d cry our about how you were in pain and beg him to ease up on the position a little but armin would spitefully arch you even further until he saw your own pussy facing up in the air.
he enjoyed watching his pretty baby cry tears of pain and pleasure while he fucked her senseless.
“fucking you so good you don’t even know what to say, hmm? gonna make you forget how to spell your own name, mama.”
you’d have no choice but to moan into your sheets because he’d barely even give you time to breathe or register what was going on. no, you were always on HIS timing and you secretly loved it.
Girlll I just saw your mean armin req and shii I had the most outrageous thought😂
Imagine mean armin giving u back shots then grabbing you by your hair and your frontal came off. (this happened to me once💀)
no bc most people would stop and make sure you were okay it your entire lace was to come off ??? but no armin continues fucking you with no mercy. i honestly wouldn’t be surprised if he even flung the 40 inch brazilian over his shoulders like he just caught a huge bear and continue rutting his nasty little hips into you, making sure you forgot about that poor frontal long ago. of course the first thing you thought was what the absolute hell— but armin quickly made you forget the moment he smacked your ass back into submission. he was such a bully, he’d reach around your stomach from behind you and harshly rub at your clit huffing, “pay attention and just maybe i’ll buy you another fucking frontal, whore. only if you fuck me back though.” ugh he was so mean.
wait omg zoro going shopping with you when you’re pregnant😽😽 pretty please
noa u always come in clutch! i love u
“i told you i could do the shopping on my own, mama.” zoro grumbled, trailing behind you in the large store. “you shouldn’t even be on your feet this long.” you mindlessly ignored him as you looked at the tons of baby items with a wide smile on your face.
“um, no. one because i don’t feel like waiting in the food court while you get fuckin’ lost in the mall—cuz then you’ll really piss me off, and two, i know you’re gonna buy ugly clothes even though you know we’re having a cute little girl. i’m fine, babe.”
Look how happy Sanji is picking up his lil baby Choppy after all this time 💕
More of my Kobylu bs
Koby is a disaster and I love him so much for it.