#♡ ─── ◟ your heart is too big for your body › visage.

[saintodo]

thots: reiner crying during sex

♡ note: men crying during sex is v good. i also love reiner

♡ word count: 888

♡ warnings: gn!reader, season four spoilers, explicit content, top reiner, bottom reader

Reiner is well aware that he is nowhere near perfect. He has made many mistakes in his life: decisions that he originally thought- and convinced himself- were for the greater good, but knew deep down in his heart were wrong. Reiner bears the weight of all of his sins. The burden as the wielder of the Armored Titan rests heavily on his shoulders and the guilt of all the lives he’s stolen lies buried in his throat.

He and his comrades had been told that the island of Paradis was filled with devils. That was what he was expecting when he, Annie, and Bertholdt had infiltrated the walls and joined the military. He thought that the inhabitants would be otherworldly, almost inhuman in a way, and filled with an inherent evil in their bones. On the contrary, Reiner learned that the people were no different than him. They were just humans— normal, average humans who were no greater or lesser than those who resided in Marley.

Still, he convinced himself that the mission he, Annie, and Bertholdt had been tasked to fulfill was a righteous one. The murders he carried out, the lives he stole and ruined, would all be justified in the end. Reiner was a fool to ever believe so.

In the end, the mission had been a complete and utter failure. Zeke and Pieck had to save Reiner from his imminent death at the hands of the people he once considered to be his friends. He let his comrades, Annie and Bertholdt, down. Reiner deserted them both. He didn’t even know if Bertholdt was still alive. At least he knew that Annie was safe inside her crystallized form, even if she was alone.

Nothing had changed from when Reiner was a boy: he was- and still is- a worthless failure.

For some reason, you think otherwise. You believe that Reiner is worthy of kindness, affection, and love. You treat Reiner so gently and kindly like he is something to be cherished. He does not think himself to be deserving of you, or your love, but Reiner is too selfish of a man to let you go, not when he loves you so much.

And Reiner loves you so so much. He does not think he will ever be able to express how much you mean to him. You are his entire world. You are the reason he continues through the existence he believes he has been cursed with.

When Reiner lays you back on his bed, he is careful. To Reiner, you are something to be treasured, and he will treat you as such. His large, calloused hands that have been the cause of so much bloodshed and destruction are gentle as he helps discard you of your clothing. As he slips your undergarments off of your body, his palms graze your soft skin, and he marvels at how starkly different it is from his own.

He takes his time prepping you: his fingers slowly scissor you open, never speeding up even when you beg Reiner to go faster. He pays close attention to the little noises you make- the soft squelching of his fingers gliding in and out of your hole and the pretty sighs of pleasure that mingle with your every exhale.

After he is content that you are stretched out enough, Reiner finally settles between your legs, which come to wrap around his waist automatically. He smooths his hands over your skin, committing everything to memory as he sinks into your wet warmth inch by inch.

Reiner is a big man everywhere. Any indication of discomfort or pain on your visage makes his heart ache terribly, so he leans in close to kiss you and swallow up your whimpers to distract you from the slightly painful stretch of his thick cock. He doesn’t move once his hips press against yours, allowing you time to get adjusted to his size.

Buried to the hilt inside of you, Reiner is overcome with his love for you. He cannot comprehend how you can trust him so implicitly, especially when you are aware of the horrible atrocities he’s committed. Tears well up in his eyes, and he attempts to bury his face into your neck to conceal himself.

You stop Reiner before he can hide away, placing your hands on his cheeks to caress his face. You gently thumb away his tears, not complaining when more quickly take their place. You do not ask Reiner what is wrong; you already know the words he cannot say aloud, the words that find themselves lodged in his throat. You know that Reiner has not been treated kindly, not in the way he deserves, and sometimes, his feelings overwhelm him. Reiner does not need to tell you he loves you because you already know.

“Oh, Reiner,” you softly murmur, your voice laced with the utmost tenderness. Your heart is full of love and fondness when Reiner lifts his head at the quiet call of his name, his gaze bordering on reverent. You wipe away a few more tears from his red-rimmed eyes before you beckon him to lean closer to you. He is quick to heed your demand. You guide Reiner nearer until your forehead is pressed to his. Lips ghosting over his, you whisper “I love you, too.”