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Thats my big poppa omg
bluecollar!reiner headcannons
word count: 725 [ 2 min 40 sec read] | ✪ content warnings: smut, kitchen sex, blue collar men :/ but a good one, p in v sex in general, fingering.. uhhh
bluecollar!reiner x black!reader / constructionworker!reiner x black!reader
✭ you and your blonde-headed personal bob the builder


bluecollar!reiner who does construction and pools.
bluecollar!reiner who sleeps like a LOG. like, has rolled over ontop of you on multiple instances and it’s taken having to literally slap him to wake him up.
bluecollar!reiner who absolutely throws down at cookouts and get togethers, you and your friends and family are just so good in the kitchen and babyboy needs to EAT.
bluecollar!reiner who works so hard because his favorite view of you is on a beach, or poolside at a fancy resort taking his cock in a risky, barely covered blind spot.
bluecollar!reiner who, 8/10 times cannot sleep without your manicured fingers scrubbing at his scalp or smooth palms scanning over his body and rubbing soothing circles.
bluecollar!reiner who sometimes brings you small bouquets if the landscape of the construction site he’s on has some pretty ones for the taking.
bluecollar!reiner who saved the petals from those flowers and proposed to you surrounded by them.
bluecollar!reiner who walks so hard for literally no reason. :/ like, he comes home late after pushing through the end of his customers pool build and i stg you think the rapture is occurring. it took you a few months of dating to get used to the fe-fi-fo-fum ass walking he does but even sometimes he still manages to wake you up.
reiner finally emerges in the bedroom after putting away his lunch box and heavy work boots to see his poor poor fiancé glaring at him from underneath a pillow.
“i woke ya’ didn’t i?”
“yes mister braun. you did.😐”
bluecollar!reiner who does that thing in the gym where he uses you as a weight for his pull ups sometimes. your lock screen is a photo of you smiling as reiner is doing a pull-up and you can see his abs on full display overhead.
bluecollar!reiner who looks forward to the massages you give him every night, working out the knots in his shoulder blades, soothing the aches in his biceps..
bluecollar!reiner who thanks you for the massages by doing you one better:
the plat plat plat of his dick sliding in and out of you resonates through the room, and your back is arching off the wall. reiner was supposed to be carrying you back to bed after a show and a massage on the couch, but here you are only halfway down the hall and coating his dick in cream.
“please please kiss me” you plead, feeling the knot in your stomach tighten and swell.
he huffs a little and between your deep kisses you can feel the stubble of his beard.
“reiiiii ‘m gonna cummmm” you whine, looking at him with that hazy glint in your eyes as you release on him.
“good girl, so so good for me doll.”
bluecollar!reiner who’s socials are empty besides a few photos of you or you and him and MAYBE a selfie.
bluecollar!reiner who you send video rants to throughout the day to keep him company while he works. he responds with videos of his own if he can.
you open the video reiner sent twenty minutes ago.
he’s propped his phone up on the back of his truck, his work shirt is absolutely covered in wet cement so as he’s responding to whatever you said in your previous video, he’s taking off his shirt and putting on a new one.
“.. oh yeah and lunch was amazing. not burnt or overcooked. thank you princess.”
his video ends after a quick wink and pop of his gum. meanwhile, you’re thinking about the way reiner was far from concerned about his lunch while you were trying to make it. he had you bent over the counter, knuckle deep in your cunt and tongue circling your clit. reiner wasn’t focused on anything besides the way your wetness was dripping down his arm, but you’re busy struggling to keep tell him about the food on the stove.
“r-rei baby.. i have- fuck.. i have your lunch for t-tomorrow- ah.. on the stoveee.”
“uh-huh.. god this pussy is so fucking delicious.” he says, only coming up for air for a brief second and continuing to ravage you.
bluecollar!reiner who has a photo of you on the dashboard of his work truck.
bluecollar!reiner who loves letting you ride him slow while he talks over the plans and spreadsheets for the next big project he has.
bluecollar!reiner who loves you to the moon and back and will build anything for you.

Okay but reiner would want to put all your weight on his face as he ate you out he’d push down your thighs so there’s no half ass sitting up he’d want you to sit with no worries as he slurped and licked your pussy clean leaving only his wet dripping saliva

I’m mentally loosing my mind and the only thing keeping me sane is Reiner so, Imagine Reiner taking the day off to just pamper you he spends whole day cuddling you making sure you eat and take your meds his whole mission for the day is to make sure you are mentally and physically okay. he wants you to stop thinking for the rest of the day he just wants you to have a day off, all day is about you, if you want wild berries from Australia he’s finding a way to get them no matter what any movie you want to watch he’s okay with it all he cares about is you being mentally okay. And ounce you fall asleep he’s going to pause the movie and cuddle with you stroking ur hair and placing a kiss on your forehead before he starts to snore.