I SAW THE “WE OFF” POST AND OH MY LAWD.

I SAW THE “WE OFF” POST AND OH MY LAWD.

i’m like the biggest reiner simp not as big as you ofc ofc but my god. i just get so turned on at the idea of him being completely submissive to a femdom like you can’t look at that man and tell me he WOULDNT be at the most pathetic state when he sees a woman in high heels esp if she’s not even at his height? ugh he is so needy for her in the best way possible and would wanna do anything for her as long as she’s happy!! like he’d edge HIMSELF while he watches her touch all over herself and shit and have such a whiny voice asking his femdom to touch him… reiner my baby…

EYE!—see, I don’t know what y’all are trying to do to me but my words. 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫 first of all, nonnie. You are an absolute fucking genius and may your pillows always remain cold and your dreams come true. Second, lemme just get into this before I start barking like a feral dog. This is literally my entire aesthetic wrapped into one. I apologize in advance for how insane this may be.

content warning: subby reiner (bc this just altered my brain chemistry), dom, black fem reader, impact play, oral sex, reader calling reiner good boy and babyboy, nipple play, degradation, mommy kink, foot play, spit kink, slapping, edging, slight hair pulling

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the sight set before him was one that only dreams were made of…an absolute vision of beauty, a deity among men and an actual goddess if he had ever laid eyes on one. A statuesque silhouette standing above him wrapped in latex..from the corset synching her waist to the gloves on her fingertips tracing delicately over his pale skin. Long black curls dangling from the top of her head to her shoulder blades. Fishnets wrapping around those thick legs and on her feet? Six inch stilettos with red under the sole. Matching the lipstick painted on those pretty lips. Dark skin glistening with glazing oil all over. The type of woman that only appeared once in a lifetime and he managed to be ever so blessed to call her his: (y/n). At least for the time being that was. Because your relationship was one rooted in control, power over the other and a clear understanding of who ran the show.

“Look at you..such a mess. ‘S so cute.”

the words rolling from your tongue like a snake hissing; so casually and suavely. Each one sending a tingle up his spine and down to his aching balls. Ones that had become excessively swollen with his seed and slicked in precum, along with his own spit. A result of the constant edging that you had subjected him to over the course of the past thirty minutes. Tears streaming down his face and Adam’s Apple hitched in his throat..suspended as if he were awaiting your precise command to release a single breath. Control and dominance that you had established in him early on so as to know his place when he was with you. His mouth was agape, letting off one pathetic moan right after the next. The sound of his fist slamming against his slimy base coagulating with it perfectly. It was enough to feed into your own sick pleasures, sure…the very sight of seeing him pump his thick cock between those trembling fingers; a six foot four man with such an intimidating presence reduced to nothing more than a mere toy..your personal bitch may have been your favorite kink thus far. But it wouldn’t suffice if he wanted the privilege of laying so much as a hand on your perfect physique. A luxury he soon wished to enjoy once you began to massage those exposed breasts in your palm..whirling your body in slow motion as you scaled your own frame with gentle hands. Pinching your own nipples, bringing each breasts to your mouth to suckle them whilst opposite fingers teased those silky folds and clit. Your pussy dripping at the sight of him being so helpless and weak. “Do you wanna play with me now, babyboy? Touch my tits..rub on my pussy? I bet you want to stick your face in it..lick my clit like a fucking mutt.” Taunting him with cruel thoughts of what he only wished could be.

“P-please..mommy. I don’t think I can keep going. I’m gonna come soo—“

his words and pleas cut short by a sudden smack to the face, thanks to the riding crop brandished in your hand. Not enough to bring him any real harm but to bring him back to coherence as he was starting to lose his mind! “Darling…my sweet darling. Surely, you haven’t forgotten how things work here, have you?” That voice as condescending as it was sensual. Your buttery like tone captivating him and it would have behooved him to listen carefully because you would not be repeating yourself for a second time. Shoving a set of fingers between his jaws, you’d jolt them around until you’d hear the sound of him gagging on them before forcefully tugging his head to eye level with both his abdomen and your heel between his thighs.

“In case that empty little head of yours can no longer comprehend, I’m the only one that makes demands around here. My love, you are nothing more than my pet and like a pet, you will follow my instructions to a tee..”

questioning without missing so much as a single breath, (y/n) pressed that leather sole to his balls, pressing down with the perfect amount of pressure. Enough to elicit a high pitched grunt from an obviously disheveled Reiner. An outsider may have pictured him as helpless and in a dire situation yet it could be the furthest thing from as he was in a state of utter and pure bliss at the moment! “M-more, please! Don’t stop..” not even caring that his outburst may get him in further trouble. In conjunction with the light pushing against his sack, you’d twist his nipples ever so slightly to increase the sadistic feeling of pleasure that was coursing through his body. Like a drooling dog, he’d huff and suck his teeth, tossing his head back until you clutched a smaller hand around his startle thicker throat. Regardless, he was yours to command. “And another thing. If you so much as speak out of turn again, I’ll make sure you keep stroking that dick until your fucking hand falls off. Speaking is a privilege, not a right. Do..you fucking understand? Speak.” The venomous declaration and question turning him into pure putty, as if you didn’t already own his entire being.

“Y-yes ma’am.” Answering promptly and swiftly as to not piss you off any further. With that declaration made, a smile would creep across your face and you’d pat his cheek as a sign of acknowledgment. After all, he lived only to please and serve you. Anything else did not matter.

“Good boy, now let’s try that again.”