#Reiner fanfic

[pinkmirth]

⸻ 𝒢ℒ𝒰𝒯𝒯𝒪𝒩𝒪𝒰𝒮!

↶*ೃ 𝓎ℴ𝓊 𝓃𝒶𝓊ℊ𝒽𝓉𝓎 '𝓁𝒾𝓁 𝓃𝓎𝓂𝓅𝒽ℴ! ˚. ❃ ↷ ˊ-

𝒮𝒴𝒩𝒪𝒫𝒮ℐ𝒮 ༉‧₊˚. it takes reiner his all to keep up with his horny little vixen of a girlfriend.

𝒞𝒪𝒩𝒯𝒜ℐ𝒩𝒮༉‧₊˚. (7.2k words of . . . ) reiner braun x fem!reader (black coded), nsfw/smut, modern college au, brat tamer!reiner, bratty!reader, feminine “girly-girl” reader, established relationship, themes of coercion, reader has a high libido, switch!reader, size kink, grinding, dry-humping, make-out session, f!masturbation, panty ripping, spanking (only once), finger-sucking, fingering, oral (m!receiving), deepthroating, floor sex, mating press, reiner being a tiny bit aggressive (but affectionately!!!), soft dom!reiner, use of pet names (honey, love, baby, darling), explicit language, minors shoo!

ℐ𝒩𝒮𝒫𝒪 𝒯ℛ𝒜𝒞𝒦 — loveeeeeee song; rihanna, future

𝓂𝓎 𝓁𝒾𝓉𝓉𝓁ℯ 𝓁ℴ𝓋ℯ 𝓁ℯ𝓉𝓉ℯ𝓇 . . . this is extremely self indulgent!!! all i want is for reiner to put me in my place and tell me what to do >< a girl can dream! ♡︎

It’s 12:06 AM. The clock ticks and Reiner sighs.

He incessantly shifts in his desk chair, being held in the confines of his quaint home office. Reiner glares at the laptop before him with great disinterest. The screen casts a dull lighting over his sharp features. 

If there were anything capable of completing this damned project for him, he wouldn’t be so high-strung. He sucks in air through his teeth before letting out a weary exhale. 

All it takes is the sudden clicking of a doorknob to tear him away from his thoughts. 

He turns to be met with the sight of you emerging from your room, pedicured feet carrying you across the carpeted floors of your shared apartment. He pulls away from the MacBook’s screen, chair creaking under his weight as he swivels around to face you.

Reiner can’t help himself from hungrily examining your scanty attire— adorned in a smooth, silken nightdress. The soft pink gown you wear has the thinnest straps, and the most revealing design. It’s noticeably short, with the laced hem stopping precisely at your upper thigh, neckline dipping real low. Your supple skin and bouncy cleavage lay bare to your boyfriend’s piercing eyes. 

A faint smell of sugar is detected in the air. Reiner indulges in the familiar saccharine scent of your favorite perfume as you approach him. You rotate his chair to completely face you, assertively dropping onto his lap. Amused, he allows your hands to rub along his broad shoulders. Lowering your lips to the shell of his ear, you whisper. “Hi, Rei.” 

His strong arms envelop your waist as an instant reaction. Reiner can feel his tensive mood lessen under your sparing touch. The warmth of your presence filters into his senses as you lazily circle your arms around him.

Reiner makes sure to greet you with a soft peck, as always. He briefly licks his lips after. You taste of strawberry gloss. “My love,” He responds, words gentle and doting when he calls out to you. He puts on a small smile, but it’s all too easy to detect the gravelly detail of exhaustion in his deep voice.

“You tired, hm? My poor baby,” you softly murmur, hands running through his sandy blonde hair and tousling it between your fingers. He releases a content hum as your nails stroke his scalp. “I’m fine, ‘hon.” Reiner insists, “I just… wish I could take my mind off this.” 

You peer down at him through wispy lashes. “Do you need a distraction?” arousal produces a sweet drawl in your words. Your lips curl up to form the sultriest of smiles. He can read your indecent intentions with little effort.

Your touch runs down his body, ruffling over the olive green sweatshirt he has on. It’s a shame, how the fabric conceals his sculpted muscles. Your hand trails along his deliciously firm biceps while the other settles on his broad chest. He finds comfort in the way your filed nails repetitively graze against his collarbone. 

How cunning you are, trying to coax and flatter him into bed! Especially when you know just how hard it is for him to refuse you. Reiner searches for a suitable answer. Admittedly, he'd much rather allow you to whisk him away, despite his responsibilities that condemn the thought. 

“Don’t tell me you’re preoccupied…” You make a glossy pout, since it always works in breaking him. Though, he seems to have worn a thicker armor of refrain tonight. One that isn’t as flexible to your vixenish schemes and bratty tendencies. 

“You know I am, love.” Reiner sighs. He wants more than anything to please you. It’s all he ever does and the only thing he yearns to do. But there comes a time where he has to put his foot down. 

“I’m busy,” he emphasizes. It sounds more like he’s trying to convince himself instead of you. Sure, he’s occupied, but that shouldn’t matter. He can tell that you need him, can’t he? Badly, too. Your boyfriend should know that resisting you is futile.

You deftly roll your eyes before he brings his palm to warmly cup your soft cheek. “You get that, right honey?” He wants you to look him in the face and understand the words coming out of his mouth. No use in that— You’re probably only thinking of all the ways he could be using it to eat you out. 

“Reiner, baby… c’mon.” You shift your weight onto his lap, slow-grinding with the most subtle rock of your hips. He knows you to be unpredictable, and he’s fond of it; you keep him on his toes. But this? It’s sly and abrupt, enough to make his breath catch in his throat. His low grunt spills into your ear as he instinctively bucks upward.

Reiner should be used to your teasing by now, especially considering that he’s been your boyfriend of well-over two years. Yet, the apples of his cheeks bloom a faint red as if the way you move atop his body is a foreign feeling. You giggle when he averts his hazel eyes and looks fixedly elsewhere. 

Again, you roll in slow circles to friction against him, and he unsteadily whimpers your name. “You’re so hard,” you tease him with a dulcet laugh. Reiner furrows his thin brows, flustered. He can feel his blood rushedly streaming south. 

“I make you that excited?” Look at you, asking as if you don’t know the answer. Reiner wants to scoff. You know good and well of the dire effect you have on your man. 

He gives in, just for a moment, to grasp at your waist with newfound fervor, holding you down and guiding your body with sturdy hands. He directs the way your hips gyrate, dragging you over his erection. Your breath hitches, clinging at his broad shoulders.

“Fuck. You know what you do to me,” He breathes out, slightly tossing his head back onto the headrest. You take the opportunity to close in on his exposed neck. He smells rich and earthy, like that of sandalwood. Reiner basks in the eagerness of your messy kisses, gloss and saliva lingering on the column of his throat. 

“Come to the room, Reiner.” You murmur against his jugular, nipping until the taste of his skin settles upon the tip of your tongue. The seat creaks when the both of you shift and adjust yourselves, grinding into each other with bated breath. You lift your head to stare into his darkened gaze, making another effort to persuade him. “I know you want to.”

Boldly tilting forward, you initiate a daring kiss. Your lips sweetly move against Reiner’s, but there’s an unabashed fire upon your tongue as it darts into his mouth. You openly moan against his lips, and the enticing sound of your voice gets him harder. Reiner digs his fingers into your waist, eyes screwed shut. Groans tumble deep from his throat in the form of lowly ‘oh’s, and the bristly facial hair on his jaw prickles your skin. 

Reiner only now begins to register how your breasts squish against him, nipples rigid from under your nightgown and brushing at his chest. The warm press of your cunt rests atop his growing hard-on. He’d try to maintain the grain of resolve he has left, but with his cock prodding at your underside, it’s evident that he’s too far gone. You can feel him twitching beneath the soft cotton of your thin panties.

“I— shit, want you so bad…” his words tremble. See what you’ve done! Now he’s all wired up. You can tell by the way he holds your sides with an edgy grip. He pulls you in tighter, wants you immeasurably closer. Reiner can feel your heartbeat vigorously pumping in tandem with his. 

“Then fuck me.” you spur him on, dipping your head to connect with him once more. Tensions inflame between you as the kiss builds. Reiner tries to still the fleeting jerk of his hips, using everything in his power to resist your sugary lips and break away. He opens his mouth to respond, only to make a hesitant pause. Whatever he’s about to say, you know he doesn’t fucking mean it. The way his boner’s nudging at the plush of your ass says otherwise. 

“Can’t, baby.” He finalizes. You huff, grabbing his sleeves and tugging at the cloth. “You don’t want to?” Your lips look plump and sore, prettily bruised from obscene kisses.

“I never said that…” He lowly whines against your lips, dropping his head to rest along the junction of your neck. Of course he wants to. He’d much rather make you cum like it’s all he’s good for instead of wasting another moment at this damned desk. 

He then recalls the countless times he’s supplied your every desire without question. It brings him to realize that he truly has spoiled you, his sweet girl, nastily rotten. Though Reiner loves to provide for you in any way he can, he chooses to exercise discipline today. He thinks this’ll teach you some sort of lesson concerning patience and self-control. As if. Realistically, he’s merely punishing himself by desisting pleasure. 

You give him another fluid roll of your hips, but he stills you with an iron grip. His resolve’s firmer than it was mere minutes ago. “Hey.” Reiner shoots you a pleading look, but you know that it’s more of a warning. His soft dominance comes in the form of a heavy quiet, one which shows itself every so often. Particularly when you go out of your way to tip him over the brink. 

He’s made it clear that he won’t budge. You make an attempt to distance yourself, retracting your arms from around his neck to cross them over your chest, boobs pushing up with the motion. He pulls you back into his chest, to which you respond with a vexed ‘hmph’, subtly scrunching your face. Just how much could you possibly turn him on in one sitting alone? You’ll be the end of him, he’s sure of it.

Reiner softens his expression, rubbing at your sides. “Hey— look at me.” reluctantly, your eyes meet his. He just can’t seem to tug away from your heavy-lidded gaze. “Tell you what, darlin’,” he announces, offering you a compromise. “Once I finish this up, I’m yours for the rest of the night. M’kay?” 

You don’t like the terms of his little deal. It’s selfish, and you know it is, but you want him now. 

“Hm.” With a hum, you tap your fingers along his shoulder, barely agreeing. “No harm in waiting, yeah?” 

To that, you exaggeratedly sigh. ‘You’ll be fine, you big baby.’ Reiner thinks. 

You eventually release him, pressing a kiss to his scruffy jaw. He’s quick to return it, skimming his lips across yours in a chaste peck. He can feel your sensual grin spread against his mouth before you break away, like you’ve got a naughty little plan that he's yet to know about.

You descend off his lap, peering at his obvious boner with a silent giggle. Is he even sure he’d be able to wait a moment longer before sleeping with you? ‘Cause it looks like his pants have become much too tight. You’ve truly made a mess out of him.

Before stepping back to the room you appeared from, you send him a look with those alluring eyes of yours. There’s a glint of mischief; something tantalizing that lies within your irises.

“Don’t worry, Rei.” You call out to him in your pretty, tempting voice. With lithe fingers, you lift the ends of your short sleeping dress to reveal the tiny panties that lie beneath, giving him just a snippet of what he’d be missing. 

Reiner’s glance catches onto the lips of your pussy, hidden behind cloth. He bets it’s fucking soaked. Just as he thought, there’s a puddle of slick wetting the cotton material. His need for you begins to show itself all over again. You can see it in the way his Adam's apple bobs. 

All you do is smile at his reaction. “I’ll just help myself.” 

It's been a good chunk of time, about fifteen minutes since you disappeared into your room. You most certainly meant what you said about ‘helping yourself’…

“Oh—!” Moans spill into the corridor. And fuck, is it loud. You didn’t close the door to your room, and for good reason. You want him to catch wind of every little thing you’re doing without him. 

Reiner tries to keep his focus aimed at the computer screen, but he just can’t. Especially not under such conditions. He’s already sporting a raging hard-on, which he meekly brings a hand down to rub out every now and again. That isn’t even the biggest problem— there’s you, located a few doors down, intentionally making as much noise as you can. 

Reiner prods his tongue at his inner cheek. He knows exactly what’s going on. If you can’t have his attention, then that stupid fucking project of his wouldn’t be getting it either. 

“Mm, fuck!” Another cry of ecstasy reaches his ears, and his blush-tinged cheeks continue to burn even further. The harsh squelch emitting from the room tells him all he wants to know; you're plunging your fingers into your wet little pussy as deep as you can get it to go, but it’ll never be able to stretch you out as well as his thick digits. 

‘That fucking wet, huh?’  Reiner muses. His desire to be there with you is stronger than his will to breathe. The throb of his cock feels like it’s pounding heavier than the beat of his very own heart.

Funnily enough, he thought that you’d hardly be able to carry on without him there; now you’re the one enjoying yourself while he suffers in horny solitude. In all honesty, Reiner’s just barely holding out, and his resolve has thinned down to the mere size of a thread. He hadn’t considered the fact that you’re his weakness. 

Nine times out of ten, Reiner’s a man of his word. He sticks to what he says and hardly ever diverts from it. But at this moment, you’re giving him no choice. The only options you’ve proposed are for him to comply, or endure torture. It truly is complete and utter torture, to hear you getting yourself off when he could’ve been the one stripping you down and making you scream. 

 He wants to give himself a slap in the face for denying you— if not for him, you probably would’ve been cumming on his face right now, or bouncing on his cock in the way that he liked. Hell, he might’ve even gone about punishing you for teasing him on this very chair. 

Maybe he should’ve just come to the fucking room.

“Makin’ a scene, huh?” Reiner mumbles, palming his clothed dick. “Well, it worked.”

Your voice continues to ring aloud in the atmosphere. He’s physically incapable of ignoring the problem that lies beneath his pants. To be specific, the problem that you created, and he’s sure you’ll be eager to help him fix it. 

Reiner peers at the time before pushing his laptop closed and neglecting his assignment. It’s 12:49 AM when he finally decides to give in to you. He rises from his seat to follow the luring string of moans. 

He’s near. You can hear it, feel it. Every dull footstep means he’s closing in, aching to fuck you. Reiner’s giving up early on, and it’s much quicker than you thought he would. But you certainly don’t mind. You swipe your clit and tremble with anticipation, awaiting his presence.

You lie on your back, splayed across cream white bamboo sheets of the king-sized bed that you and him share. You wait not-so-patiently for him to enter and be met with the sight of your manicured fingers toying around inside your pussy.

It didn’t take long for you to get what you wanted. Reiner comes strolling in, leaning his bulky frame against the doorway. His chest heaves slowly. There’s yearning behind every deep breath he takes. He’s hot and bothered; it shows with the blooming pink tint of arousal that’s spread across his cheekbones and nose bridge. 

You’re all on display, from the roundness of your breasts beneath your skimpy nightgown as your chest rises and falls, to the clenching wetness of your cunt, panties pulled aside for access. There’s not a thing left to his dirty imagination.

Your eyes trail down to meet the suggestive bulge that strains against his baggy gray sweats. It’s definitely grown since before. Reiner looks borderline feral, ready to pounce and eat you alive. But he plainly stands, drinking in the view of your sightly body with glowering eyes. You wonder when he’ll finally jump in for a taste.

“Aw,” You breathily coo at him, sitting up on your elbows. He watches your tits sway with the motion. “You just couldn’t stay away, could you?” your light and mocking tone makes his dick twitch. 

“Looks like you’re havin’ fun…” Reiner mutters. It’s almost cute, how wound up he is. “Would be better if you joined in.” you suggest. “Are you gonna help me out while you’re here? Or did you only come to watch?” Still running your mouth, huh... You really do know how to push him to the edge. 

“C’mere.” Reiner beckons you towards him with the gesturing movement of his finger. His voice is low and domineering, it makes you want to listen. So you do, lifting yourself off the bed and doing just as he wishes. 

It seems that Reiner’s forgotten of all his good-boy behavior, and his sense of responsibility’s flown out the window. He’s quick to smash his mouth to yours, resuming the fervid kiss from before. He cradles the back of your head and pushes you deeper into the warmth of his lips. Bringing his unoccupied arm to loop around your waist, he tugs you in. 

You melt into his large and imposing frame, grabbing at his shirt within your fisted hands. “Reiner,” you separate from his enthusiasm, needing a gulp of air. Thin slivers of spit connect him to your sheen lips. 

“Heard you tryin’ to fuck yourself while I was gone,” Reiner whispers, hands snaking down to your butt. He shamelessly grabs your doughy ass in his rough hands, kneading the fatty flesh before giving it a nice, hard spank. You moan upon contact. He’s entirely sure you throbbed over that. 

“It wasn't enough, was it baby?” He shakes his head and you mindlessly mimic him, doing the same. “I’m here now. ‘Lemme satisfy you,” he plants a brief kiss at the surface of your neck before laying you down upon the wooly surface of the floor’s rug, kneeling to slot himself between your legs.

He brings his hand to your face, thumb resting at your plush bottom lip. You instantly know what to do, encasing his fingers into your mouth. “Bein’ such a good girl,” he praises, pushing down on your tongue with the pads of his fingers. You lick at his digits with a soft moan, lapping them in saliva as you grip onto his wrist. 

His middle and forefinger leaves your mouth with a wet pop. Reiner’s hands find their place at your sides, caressing the curvature of your hips. He hooks his pointer finger into your panties, pulling them further aside; just before he determines that you won't be needing them. And with that, Reiner’s abruptly tearing them off, ripping the cloth with the ease of one effortless tug. The fabric feathers apart against your skin. 

You can’t help but laugh in total shock, the ruined cloth tickling your hips. “Reiner!” All he does is a shrug, slipping the remains of your panties out from under your ass and tossing them elsewhere. “They were gettin’ in the way.” he clarifies. The pads of his fingers can now properly trace your slick pussy lips, and he drags his touch just above your engorged clit. 

You mewl when he strokes the nub in tight circles, jerking underneath his touch. Reiner can tell that you’re especially sensitive. With raised brows, he asks, “You already came?” He's given your immediate nod in reply. Reiner brings a hand to his heart, feigning offense. “Without me, baby?”

“Why’re you surprised? Told you I’d handle myself,” you say all matter-of-factly, gazing up at him from where you lay. He dryly chuckles, almost taken aback. “And I told you that I would be here soon, didn’t I?” he queries. You suppress a shudder whenever he makes contact with your over-stimmed bud. 

Patience is a virtue that you haven't yet learned. Reiner would normally take it slow and savor your taste, but all he has in mind is to teach you a valuable lesson– when he tells you to wait for him, you wait. 

Or, you just can deal with the outcome of defying him. That seems all the more fitting for a minx like you.

“Guess that means you’re gonna have to come again,” He decides, “Give me another.” To that, you whine. “But Rei! I already stretched myself out for you!” 

“With your fingers?” you nod when he asks you. “Hm. Not enough.” aiming to convince him otherwise, you spread your legs wider apart and reveal your gaping hole to his sharp stare. 

You drip with glassy cum, and he wants nothing more than to dive in face first, completely ravage all of your beautiful being, and eat away at that attitude of yours until you forget your own fucking name. Somehow, he finds a way to ground himself and stay on course. You can see it's a struggle for him to do so. He’d already be whipping his dick out if he wasn't trying to discipline you. 

“Doesn’t matter. You’re gonna take what I give you. Right, baby?” he hums in question, rolling his lengthy sleeves up to his elbows. Your eyes trail along the expanse of his thick forearms. Taking your nod as a green light, Reiner delves three large fingers into you and sets a dangerous pace. His starting thrusts are fast and fluid. “Fuck, Reiner!” you cry out, clawing at his wrist. 

“Uh-uh,” He tuts, bringing his hand up to your face to playfully squeeze your cheeks. Your lips jut out cutely, and he grins. “I ain't stopping until you come.” He makes himself clear. “Understand?” 

“Mhm– u-understood.” you shakily comply, voice muffled. He releases your face, momentarily dipping low to peck your lips. “Good. That’s good.” He continues plunging into your core, every thrust bringing about a lewd squelch. “So sorry I held out on you, baby…” Reiner mumbles. “M’gonna make it up to you, okay?” The way he’s stroking your insides is the best apology you could think of. 

Reiner knows just how to work your body, almost too well. With swift motions, he skillfully curls his fingers up, nudging into an area that makes you writhe. “Found it,” he unconsciously whispers. 

After locating your sweet spot, he doesn’t relent. His flicking wrist allows him to push in faster, and the repetitive prodding of his thick digits gets you shaking. Your breath comes out in disarrayed puffs as you clamp down on his digits, hard, to the point where he can hardly move. It’s like a plea for him to remain inside. 

“— So fuckin’ tight…” he curses, teeth grit. “Just relax, baby.” Reiner calms you with his low tone, despite being knuckle-deep as your pussy draws him in. He struggles against your tight pink walls to pull out. Your stretched hole pulses around an empty nothingness where his fingers once were. You’re throbbing so much for him; the sight could almost make him cum in his pants. 

Reiner drags his touch down your gaping slit, gathering your wetness and smearing it over your puffy bud. He takes pleasure in the way your eyes roll back. You jerk underneath the pressure he applies, legs closing in and trapping his hand between them. 

“Keep ‘em open.” He exerts the slightest bit of strength to pry you apart by the thighs, proceeding with his attack on your clit. He notices the way you convulse, like you’re bound to crumble apart at any given moment. “R-Reiner,” you brokenly wail. “M’gonna—!” You aren’t in the right mind to speak. Just as he said earlier on, all you can do is take what he gives you.

“I know, baby.” He rubs you out with drenched fingers, “Want you to make a fuckin’ mess for me. C’mon.” and with that, plus a final of quick strokes at your bundle of nerves, Reiner prompts your disorienting climax. Your long nails dig into the flesh of his forearm, vision spotted white. Your orgasm’s powerful and he rides you through every lasting second of it. 

“That’s it… you did so good, baby.” he mutters, pouring sweet nothing into your ear like you can even register what he’s saying. You don’t even notice the drool slipping past the corner of your own lips, or the tears pricking your eyes. All with the work of his calloused fingers, he’s thoroughly ruined you. Thing is, he isn’t even halfway done.

Reiner leans down and scatters the lightest of butterfly kisses across your cheek, your neck, your shoulder; anywhere he can reach. He calls out to you by your name, trying to reel you back into consciousness with a pinch on your side. You squirm, and he airily chuckles. “There she is.”

You regain yourself, maneuvering up to rest on your knees. “Rei,” you sit before Reiner, mirroring him. Your delicate touch reaches for his crotch. His cock jumps when you grip him through his sweats. You speak soft and hushedly, the form of a weary whisper, “I want all of you.” 

Despite being completely spent, you swear that you’re ready for more. Reiner doubts that you are. But you’ve begged him for so long, he might as well deliver.

“I was gonna get to that,” he habitually tilts his head to the left, grabbing onto the hem of his sweatshirt. “but you just can’t wait, can you?” The olive-green top is pulled off, thrown into an obscure corner of the room. Right after, he begins to make quick work of his pants until they’re strewn away, dirtying the floor with his small heap of clothes.

Reiner grabs at the band of his briefs, about to rid himself of the final obstacle— until your hand skims over his. “Let me,” you say, breathless. With a brisk nod, he allows you. It’s intimate, how you strip him, with your hand resting at his shoulder while the other tugs down his waistband, eyes locking onto him throughout it all. Reiner lifts his hips, giving you access to peel away the underwear. You slide it past his thick, firm thighs until he’s kicking them off his ankles.

He feels your eyes trained on him, burning into his warm ivory skin. You run your gaze across the broad expanse of his athletic body, scrutinizing the subtle flexure of his muscles, from his pecs to his toned stomach. Aiming your stare downwards leads you straight to the obscene sight of his girthy dick, hanging between his legs and seizing all your attention. It lewdly bobs under its own weight, reddened tip gleaming with a sheen coat of precum. His balls hang beneath, heavy and throbbing. 

“So big,” you haphazardly mumble. His face goes flush when you reach forward, encircling your dainty hand around the shaft and watching him twitch in your hold. You can’t even wrap it all the way around. “Shit,” Reiner swears. You giggle over the way his hips jolt. 

Considering how eager you’ve been, Reiner hadn’t been expecting you to bring your head down to level, enveloping his pinkish tip into your pliant mouth. He never would’ve thought that you’d have time to swallow his dick. Though, he can’t complain, not with how well you suckle on his cockhead and stroke the rest, smearing him in your spit. 

With a hand resting at the back of your head, Reiner begins to propel his hips forward, slowly bucking into your mouth. He loves how your lips stretch around the width of his cock, adoring the way you elicit gags when being pushed down little by little until you reach his base. Your tongue swipes along a protruding vein, wracking a shudder through him.

It’s when you moan around his shaft and look up at him with those glimmering eyes that he knows he’ll end up spouting cum all over your tongue if this goes on. Reiner can’t take much more of this. He needs you to encompass him, wrap around him, suck him in… he has to feel you. At least before he loses his mind over the wait.

He guides you off, releasing himself from the wet suction of your lips. “I have to fuck you,” Reiner heaves desperately, “Now.” He flips up the satiny material of your sleeping gown and hastily tosses it over your head, making sure to smooth down your hair after. Once again, he expertly maneuvers you onto your back. 

Your hands lie beside your head, the shaggy carpet brushing softly against your shoulder blades. Reiner scoots in close, lifting your legs up and hitching them up on his wide shoulders. He rubs along your calves before directing his touch downwards to meet your core. 

With a gentle stroke down your slit and light brushes against your folds, he’s thumbing you open. You’re slick and clenching, just for him. “Such a pretty little pussy,” he sounds awestruck, like he wasn’t just stuffing you with his middle, ring and pointer only minutes ago. 

Reiner takes hold of his cock, circling around the tip with a sigh. He generously pumps himself before lining up with you, tapping at your clit just to mess with you a little. That brings about the restless wiggle of your hips. 

“Ugh, Reiner!” you whine. He always likes to play the tease, even when the situation doesn’t permit him to. With your legs still placed up where he put them, you sway and kick your feet around, movement rapid above his head. “Put it in already—!”

“I will.” Reiner smacks his teeth. He’d usually ask nicely for you to behave. This time, he’ll make you. He holds you still, done easily with a simple grip on your ankle. It’s painless, but firm enough to get you to straighten up. “So fuckin’ needy.”

Reiner grabs onto your legs and pushes them back, until your painted toes dangle above your own head. “It’ll go deeper this way.” Reiner assures. He keeps you there, palms pressing into the bottom of your thighs to pin you against yourself. “You can take it like this, yeah? All folded up for me?” 

“I can take it, Rei. I promise,” is your eager response. He flashes a seductive smile. “Oh, darlin’… I know you can.”  Reiner hovers over you, positioning himself in a way that makes his cockhead bump into your pearly nub. He squats low and leans forward, to the point where he’s resting his weight onto you. It’s suffocating in the best way imaginable. You savor every moment of his body compressing yours.

At long last, Reiner gives what you’ve begged him for since midnight. With one smooth thrust forward, he’s plunged himself into your weeping pussy. It forces the air out of your lungs. “Oh— fuck,” you breathe out so lightly, Reiner can hardly hear it. He pushes his cock in further, groaning as he does so. You accommodate him and adapt to the gradual stretch.

Your tight cunt envelops him, clenching around every inch that he has to offer. You gaze up at Reiner with the prettiest set of lust-blown eyes. He pulls back before pressing forward, until his weighty balls are nestled at the hilt. He peers down to where you connect, attentively watching how you swallow him in. 

“It’s deep, baby?” Reiner damn well knows that he’s pushing at your cervix and resting in your guts. He just wants to get a kick out of your answer. “So deep.” You gasp. Shiny tears are brimming at your eyes again. He follows a pattern of drawing out, only partially, just to slam back in. Your body lurches with every knock of his sturdy hips. 

Before long, Reiner’s created a steady, pleasurable rhythm. His pelvis claps into yours and grinds at your clit, all as he delves his girth into the wet cavern of your sopping pussy. You cry out for him every single time. “R-Rei!” you stammer when he fucks into you with such zeal. He’s only just begun, and you’re already on the verge of sobbing. “Harder,” You plead. 

And so, he listens. Reiner swiftly rocks into your warmth, flooding with arousal. His motions come on heavier as he puts his weight behind his rapid thrusts. “You want it all the goddamn time,” he grunts, jaw clenched. “Am I that good, baby? Can't get enough of me?”

“S— so good to me!” you mewl, bottom lip trapped under your teeth. You grab for him in hopes of reaching whatever you can, until your hands meet his tensed biceps. The ends of your nails skim his muscles, and he lets out a low hiss. 

An especially rough thrust tugs a cry out of you. “Reiner, please!” You find yourself begging, unsure of what. All you know is that it’s too much for you to handle. His unrelenting pace has you struggling for the slightest granule of air you can muster to breathe in. 

You scramble to push at Reiner’s abdomen, a measly attempt at slowing him down. He doesn’t give at all— you're only inducing him to go faster. “Uh-uh, baby. None of that,” deep-reaching thrusts punctuating his every word, “Thought you promised that y’could take me… Was that a lie?” he snarks. 

“No, I— fuck!” it’s brutal, the way his dick slides in and nudges against your womb. You writhe underneath him, but the weight of his bulky body holds you down. “Don’t you dare fuckin’ run from me. You’ve been begging for it all night,” Reiner warningly seethes. “So take it.”

He fucks you with reckless abandon, working his way in and out of your slippery pussy. By the end of this, he wants you molded into the very shape of him, to have his fat cock leave an imprint on your walls. There’s a mess of dripping slick that soils your inner thighs and runs down his slapping balls.

Reiner takes just a second or two to simply relish in the moment, basking in how tight you’re squeezing him. He takes a mental picture, storing the detailed intimacy of this scenario into a back pocket of his mind. Reiner studies the way you prettily lie beneath him, lips agape. Your tits bounce in tandem with his every move. 

“You’re gorgeous, baby.” he lets out a soft groan. “You look so fuckin’ pretty like this.” Reiner’s face is mere inches apart from yours, and the short proximity allows you to appreciate his chiseled features. Strong jaw, well-defined nose, and neat stubble; not to mention the most striking set of golden eyes. Effortlessly charming. He could make your panties drop if they hadn’t been torn off already.

Your arms wire around his neck, holding on for dear life. “Reiner, I—” he rams into you, and you almost choke on his name. The words clog in your throat as you manage out a drowsy request.  “Want more of you! Please,” 

More, you say? Like you could remotely handle anything greater than what he’s giving you now? That’s fine. He'll simply make sure to fulfill your needs until your cup overflows. 

He dips low until the defined arch of his nose is brushing past yours, fucking you rough on the fluffy carpet with a higher vigor. It’s like he’s finally snapped. “Fuckin’ greedy,” Reiner snarls against your ear, his stubble grazing your cheek, “Wanted it so bad that y’couldnt wait, huh? Got me fucking you on the ground like a goddamn animal.”

Reiner’s cutting words make you pulse. He’s never done you this hard before. There’s a noticeable change in the way he’s handling you. He’d usually be unhurried and careful, paired with the mutter of encouraging words against the shell of your ear. In all honesty, you like this for a change. After this round’s over, you’ll make an effort to piss him off more often.

“Reinerrr,” You whimper aloud, drawing it out through a stretched moan. His balls jump over your droned call of his name. If you keep it up, he might just wind up coming inside without a second thought.

You clamp down on his vein-littered cock with increased urgency. “You’re close, aren’t you?” Reiner questions, quickening his tempo. He wants you to unravel. “Mm-hm!” you pant. Your impending climax is coming along again. You can feel it, that tense buildup that lies deep in your trembling pelvis. Reiner urges your release. “Let go for me, baby.”

He bites down on your shoulder when you drag your nails down his firm back. “Come all over my fuckin’ cock.” he rambles dirty lines onto your sweat-coated skin, reaching down between you to give your puffed clit a brisk swipe or two.

That's enough to get you to undo. You’re rapidly fluttering around him, head tossed back. He's there to hold onto you, searing his touch into your skin as you fall completely apart in his safe grasp. You tremor for him, orgasmic waves coursing up your spine. Reiner carries on with his unruly thrusts, meeting you in a brash kiss.

You gasp against his mouth, breathing him in. Reiner surrounds you from every possible angle; around you, pecking your lips and rubbing your waist… more especially inside you, whisking at your spent walls with his thick cock. It’s all so much. “Fuck, I can’t, Rei… no more,” you shake beneath his heavyset figure.

“Just hold on for me, baby,” he pleads in a lowly whimper. The over-stim has your feet jerking above your head. “Lemme use your pussy for a little longer. Is that alright? Hm?” his consistent pounding makes you go fucking brain-dead. That’s probably why you don’t catch a single word of his. The only perceivable sound is the dense clap of his skin as it collides with yours.

Reiner’s thin brows draw together, his mouth drops open, and the underside of his dick spasms. That’s how you know he’s soon to topple over the edge. “I’m so close,” he releases a guttural whine, pattern growing sloppier. There’s a burning ache in his thighs, but he doesn’t care to stop. He’ll chase that high until the both of you soak this carpet in cum. 

The tremble of your form underneath his, your breathy moans entering his ear, the dull scrape of your nails down his back; it’s all part of what urges his release. Reiner’s grip on your side is taut when he comes. “Fuuck,” he swears, moaning the loudest he has all night. 

You gladly welcome the loads of pearly cum that he drains into you. It warmly spills out, dripping past your labia and down to your asscheeks. Reiner’s drenched, too. It’s made a mess of his twitching shaft, pelvis, and sac. 

Reiner huffs, sitting up to rest on his knees. He’s yet to recover. “That was… damn.” His chest heaves. Intense, he means. That’s the word closest to accuracy that you could use to describe the burst of passion between you and him. Reiner comes back down to earth, unthinkingly caressing your thighs. He loosens his hold on your midriff, managing to catch his breath. 

You look up at him with admiration swirling in your dilated eyes. “You good, baby?” Reiner directs his attention your way, and you acknowledge him with a hum. “I didn’t go too hard, did I?” Him and his slew of questions. You don’t mind it, since he means well. His thoughtful nature warms your heart.

“It was perfect, I came twice and everything. Now c’mere!” As always, these kinds of sessions end with you outstretching your hands, gesturing him closer so that he can cradle you in his arms. Gently, Reiner lowers down until he rests atop your bare figure, leaning his weight onto you with the utmost caution.

“I’ll clean you up after this, honey.” he mumbles, cheek pressed against your boobs. “I know you will,” you expect him to. He’s made taking care of you a habit. 

You stare into the distance and feel the cool blow of the ceiling fan, carding a hand through the short tresses of his blonde hair. His forehead’s exposed and sheen with sweat. You inhale his scent (now merged with the smell of sex), and rub your palms over his thickset muscles, just appreciating his being. Silence engulfs you both.

Moments later, you break the quiet atmosphere with a faint laugh. Reiner perks his head up. “What is it?” 

“You were rougher than normal,” you observe. He lifts a brow. “And that’s funny? Thought you liked it.” 

“I did!” you’re quick to reassure him. “I just didn’t know you had it in you, baby. That’s all,” you wrap your arms around his back, using your tender touch to soothe the red-lined scratches from earlier. “Well, you brought it out of me… brat.” the last part is said under his breath. You catch on anyway.

That brings about your incredulous gasp, like you don’t already know that yourself. “Me? A brat?” you light-heartedly challenge the truth of his words. “Oh, very much so. But I love you anyway.” Reiner scoots up to kiss you, his softened cock skimming your thigh. 

“Aren't you glad I interrupted you? You should be,” you claim. Although drowsy, he lets out a buoyant laugh, one that rumbles in his chest. He’d never hear the end of you reciting ‘I was right!’ if he were to confess, but he is grateful you distracted him. You were the one to initiate, but he came to realize that he needed it too. 

Reiner would say tonight helped him realize that you never fail to get what you want, but he already knew that. 

In truth, one thing was clarified for him— dick is the only effective form of correction that works on his pretty little vixen of a girlfriend.

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[daisynik7]

i’ve never done a request before but could you do a smutty reiner drabble ? i’m obsessed with your reiner and how you wrote him . i have been following your work religiously since i first came across rush . you are doing amazing work !!

cw: smut, pure filth - MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

Author’s Note: First of all, you are so so sweet anon!! You have no idea how much I appreciate you, this put the BIGGEST smile on my face! Thank you for your support! 😭 Second, THANK YOU FOR REQUESTING REINER SMUT. I hope you like this one! And feel free to send me MORE requests, I LOVE THEM! ♥️

Imagine Reiner begging for your orgasm. Whining, whimpering, and moaning for you to come all over his cock while you grind your ass back and forth on his lap, riding him. Hands gripped at your waist, sweat rolling down his forehead. Thrusting his hips up to pound that pretty pussy while you rub your swollen clit between slippery fingers.

“Oh fuck, baby. That’s it. Take this fucking dick,” he huffs, watching his cock disappear inside you. “Come for me. Please, princess. Make a fucking mess.”

You bounce on him faster, so close to your third orgasm of the night. Before this, you were on all fours, him behind you, pumping his veiny shaft in and out of your throbbing slit, coaxing every drop of your cum. And prior to that, he had your thighs spread wide, legs dangling off the edge of the bed, slobbering on your aching clit until his fingers became coated in your creamy arousal. 

He wants to come so bad. But, more than anything, he wants you to come. To make you climax at least three times tonight; four, five, or six, if you let him. Nothing gives him more pleasure than pushing his needy fucking slut past the edge over and over again. Until your pussy is squeezing him so tight, swallowing his entire cock whole. Until you’re drooling at both corners of your lips, tongue lolling out from your mouth, eyes half-shut with ecstasy. The same, cute expression you always give him whenever you’re getting railed so fucking good. 

Of course, he always gets what he wants. You become his obedient little plaything as soon as he touches you. Bending in every way he wants you to, accepting all that he gives you without a second thought. His fingers in your mouth, the tip of his cock hitting that sweet spot relentlessly, hands squeezed firmly around your ass. 

When he finally can’t hold it in anymore, he lifts you off to pull you up to his face, smothering himself in that gushing pussy as he strokes himself feverishly. Tonight, he wants to finish like this, drowning in your juices, teasing one last orgasm out of you while he spills his load onto his stomach. 

And, like you said, he always gets what he wants.  

[rubywithecat]

hi ruby❤️

i was thinking abt reiner begging reader to love him after he kidnaps her from paradis

(they were lovers back there, reader as eren, mikasa, and armin’s bff, they first met when reader visited the camp to see her friends-but now she is traumatized, she refuses to be with him or even talk to him; she now hates reiner but reiner still loves her)

A/n: Hey! I really love this idea omg<3

Reiner x reader

A vivid memory keep playing in your head. A tough mission where being trapped in a castle with tons of titans surrounding it, all the dying soldiers, blood everywhere, such a devastating scene.

You were badly injured and then even had to witnessed your lover betrayal was the worst. You wished it was all a dream. You remember Eren was so angry but you couldn’t remember what exactly afterward as you fell out of conscious when a giant hand landed on you.

You were brought back to your sense when you heard a familiar voice. “How do u feel now?” he asked.

“Reiner…?” You mumbled. “Where is this place?” He was in a nice sweatshirt which is slightly revealing his muscles, his hair kinda look cleaner. He came closer to you as his hand raise to touch your forehead and you immediately back off.

“Dont touch me!” you said firmly, looking into his hazel eyes with fear. “You are in my hometown, Marley. Please, y/n… I’m not gonna do anything to you” he took another step. You quickly grabbed the knife from the table beside as you stepped back and pointing the knife towards him as a self-defense, your hands shaking. “I don’t want to be here! You fcking traitor!” you yelled. “Stay away from me!”

He narrowed his eyes, lifted his both hands up in a gave up posture “Look I’m not gonna hurt you. Ok? I would never hurt you”. You didn’t say anything, just breathing heavily and still pointing the knife at him. He looked at you in guilt. “Y/n I’m so sorry… but— I had to do it! It was the mission I had to fulfill and also the reason why I was even there!” He explained.

You shook your head hard. “No! No! I trusted you! Eren, Armin, Mikasa we all trusted you!” you yelled and couldn’t hold your tears. “And why did you even bring me here? What do u want more from me?!”

“I wanted to be with you. I love you!” He said carefully. You let out a laugh. “What—? After all you have done? No! Just let me be back to my home! To my friends!”

Suddenly, he took advantage of you losing focus on your knife and finally grabbed it from you, threw that knife away on the carpet. He then hugged you tightly in his large chest and you tried to push him away but it was not working.

“Look at me y/n. I’m sorry and guilty about what I had done but I can’t—“ he paused. “I can’t lose you. Please… im begging you y/n. Forgive me and stay with me.” He hugged you even more tighter.

“I hate you! I can’t love you anymore Reiner. Please let me go!” you cried.

“I will never let you go! You have to stay with me!” He groaned and as he realized he was being rough on you, he let you go. You immediately stepped away from him.

“I hate you. I hate you so much! I hate you more than anything! I’m never gonna love you again!” You kept yelling at him. “Shut up!” He cried finally as he couldn’t take your words anymore.

He went silent for a while and then he forced himself to smile. He walked closer and closer to you until you have no space to step back anymore as the wall trapped you. “Well, my dear y/n.. even if you hate me, you don’t have any choice cuz I am never letting you get away from me.” He touched your cheek playfully and lifted your chin up “You are mine, forever!”

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Hope you love this! <33

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[sugawara-levi]

What you get

Dom!Reiner x fem!reader

2,2k words

cw: “daddy”, “baby-/ good girl”, “slut”, vaginal sex, unprotected sex, punishment sex, cum inside, commands, praising, degrading (light), claiming, drooling, moaning/whimpering (you), pussydrunkReiner

He’s really just a softie for you even when he tries not to be. Consensual claiming. The ending is sweet though. (lmk if I missed anything)

“Wanna suck on daddy’s cock?”

You had gotten home from work too early, he hadn’t finished his business with the boys yet, this was punishment.

But it felt more like the opposite.

“Then you gotta work hard for it, baby.”

“Show me some more, baby”

On his command you spread your legs wider, pleasuring yourself.

“Show me your tits.”

You lift your shirt with one hand, the other still stroking your cunt.

“Hmm”

“Good girl.”

His words are like candy to your ears, sweet like sugar, making you feel so good. So powerful. You can do anything at daddy’s command.

“Mmh making me feel good too, getting all hard in my pants”, he grabs his bulge, very visible in his tight jeans, legs spread wide on the couch over you.

“You want a taste, baby? You want a taste of daddy’s cock?”

“Mmhmn!” is the best you can get out as a response. Your juices dripping down on the floor under you.

“Okay baby, come have a bite of my dick.”

Eagerly you inch closer, lips parted, tongue out, ready for anything he offers.

He undoes his belt, his button, his zipper. Exposing his big dick to you.

You want to jump right on it, but know only too well that you should wait for his say-so.

He teases you, gives a sly smile as he slowly strokes his length, knowing how impatient you are. Your eyes are puppy-like when he looks at your face. You look so fuckable right now. With your tongue out like that, salivating just at the sight of his dick. He has half a mind to just bend you over and give it to you right away. But there wouldn’t be any fun in that, would there?

“Here you go baby, all yours.” He lets go of his dick and leans back against the sofa cushions, arms propped up on its back. His eyes never leave you as you get to work. Watching your pretty head bop up and down on his dick, seeing your eyes water while trying to get more of him down in your throat. He loves this sight.

“Tch, don’t hurt yourself darling.”

A hand comes down to wipe at your tears as you nearly choke on him. Mascara running everywhere. You let go of his dick with a bop, mouth still open. You know not to close it too soon when he’s using you like this.

He puts the thumb he used to wipe your tears in his mouth. Your tears are his tears, the taste of you trying so hard for him, he loves it. So do you.

The same thumb comes back down to your face and lands in your open mouth.

“Suck.”

And you do. You suck his finger as you did his cock, but with more comfort, you don’t have to struggle with the size of this one. Your eyes are locked as you work your tongue around, sucking, taking all of his thumb, then just the tip of it. His cock jumps in amusement.

He pulls out his thumb, a long string of spit coming along with it. Some of it slaps back against your face as the string breaks, the rest he uses to coat his dick.

He gives it a couple of pumps again and pushes down at the base of his cock. Giving a sharp inhale before resumeing his former position, draped against the back of the sofa.

You know your place and continue what you’d already started.

Wrapping your lips agains his beautiful cock you get to work once again. You can feel the underside of his head against your tongue as you start hollowing out your cheeks. A bit slower this time, more controlled, but still sloppy from the spit you gathered while sucking at his thumb. You work your way down, careful not to break the vacuum. You can only take so much of him without choking completely. And back up, focusing on the head. It’s agonising. You want to touch yourself again, but you know, you know you are not allowed to. This is punishment after all.

You can feel all of him inside your mouth, the edge of his head, the part right after where the foreskin has stretched out, and his veins, pumping, thick with the blood rushing through his erection. You can taste the saltiness of pre-cum at the back of your mouth as you push his dick against your palate, letting it scrape against your teeth as you move again.

He hisses. A hand comes down to grab at yor hair and he bites his lips for a minute.

“Ah,” he sights, letting the air back out.

You look up at him, huge, innocent eyes. Contrasting the lewd scene you’re displaying, with his dick far down your throat. You’re pushing it, you know. It’s punishment, but you can’t help it, you want to tease him too.

He hums for a bit, amused, before a closed-mouthed chuckle comes out.

Once more a pop, as you let go of the vacuum. Once more, spit every as you let go of his cock.

“Reiner.” you mewl.

“You should see yourself baby, so pretty for me. So dirty for daddy.”

“Reiner.” His name is all you can think really, the only thing that comes to mind.

“I believe that’s, daddy, to you baby.”, he smirks.

“Daddy.”

You’re desperate, for anything.

“What baby? You have to use your words baby, daddy can’t understand his little girl without words.”

“Reiner, Daddy, please. Please, I wan’t you inside me, want to feel you. No more punishment, please daddy.”

He could have resisted if he wanted to, or maybe his resolve wasn’t as strong as he liked to think. It was almost impossible for him not to give into the look you were giving him. Kneeling on the floor in front of him, legs sprawled to the sides, har messy, eyes pleading. He wanted to fuck you too.

“Good girl. Very well. I’ll give you what you want for now. Get up and turn around.”

You did as you were told and stood back facing him. Without warning he grabs for your hips, pulling them close to him.

“Bend forward please darling.” It’s not really a request.

With your legs spread for balance, bendt forward over the floor and your butt sticking out behind you, you feel vulnerable. As soon as you’re steady enough he pulls you right down onto his cock. Just the tip first, letting you adjust for a bit, before he pushes you down hard. You let out a scream, it hurts, but it’s good. And you have to steady yourself with your hands on the floor so as not to fall over when he takes control of your lower body.

“Bounce in my dick, baby. Bounce on it.”

Regaining your balance you put your hands on your knees to make it more manageable. And you move your hips up and down, up and down. It feels good, of course. His dick pressing into your walls. But this isn’t for you, it's for him. Your pleasure is just a bonus.

He helps you, steadies you with his hands and helps you move on his dick. Pushing you up and down.

He groans.

You whimper.

“Good girl. Taking me so well.”

The compliment only serves to make you whimper even more. He notices, of course, and chuckles.

“You like that baby?”

“You love daddy’s thick cock, don’t you?”

“Like it when I make you feel like a dirty little slut? Daddy’s little girl?”

“Mmn mhmm”

Suddenly he’s pushing up into you.

He liked it too apparently, when he made you feel good.

You topple over, not able to stay upright against the force of his thrust. Your knees crash hard against the floor, hands and elbows bruising at the fall, ass up in the air.

“Ah!” You let out, surprised at the sudden pain of the fall. For a brief second you notice how empty you feel now that he’s not in you, now that you had just adjusted to the feeling. But it’s not for long

Before you can properly process what happened he’s over you again. You turn your head to the side so you can see him. He’s kneeling behind you, positioning his dick right before your entrance, letting out an urgent hiss as he slams your ass down on him again.

“Shit.” He holds you still for a moment, holding back an orgasm. He was just so hard, and seeing you so willing and sloppy is the only thing in the world that can turn him on this much. It’s hard with you, holding back. He just wants to devour you, make you his, own you. Break you till he knows no one else can ever be good enough for you. No one’s dick beside his can ever satisfy you. He needn’t worry though. If only he could look into your head he would know that you’re already far too gone for that.

“Fuck, baby.” He’s positioned behind you, your head pushing down on the carpeted floor, slamming into you.

“You feel so good on my dick.” His brain is lost in your warm cunt. No thoughts other than of your walls surrounding his cock. You’re no better. All you can do is let out shaky breaths between his advances, seeing stars as your eyes roll to the back of your head.

The room is filled with your moans, his breath, the lewd sound of flesh hitting flesh, and the smell of sweat.

You can feel him hitting the roof of your insides. His head hitting the same spot over and over again. Pulling almost all the way out, and then slamming back in again, pausing for a brief second before the moment is repeated. Your ear is flat against the floor, eyes looking back at him.

You’re all warmed up now, it’s not too tight any more, it’s easy now. You can hear how wet you are, but also feel how tired your body is becoming. You can’t keep this up for much longer, feeling the numbness that comes with an upcoming orgasm.

He’s tired too, the speed decreases a bit as his striking form breaks. He lets out a loud grunt, body falling over you, hands landing on either side of your head, keeping him up. His hair is damp from sweat, so is yours. He’s closer now, head almost right over yours. Your eyes meet his, and you can feel the hunger in them through your bones. You almost shudder at the power the mere look holds over you.

He grabs your hair by the roots and pulls your head up from the floor, holding your ear close to his mouth. His breath is loud in your ear, so are his words.

“You wanna cum baby girl?”

“Or do you just like to look at daddy fucking you?”

“Which is it?”

With your neck craning like that you can’t really utter any words, you just whimper.

��Hm?”

You try again, still no words come out, but a desperate cry, almost like a wounded animal. Writhing in his grasp. You need him. And he knows.

“Both, huh?”

“Ng”

“Okay baby girl, okay, watch me fuck you till you cum in my dick. Till your pretty little cunt cums all over my dick.”

The compliment makes you tremble even more. He lets go of your head so he can get back to fucking you sensless. You still try all you can to keep eye contact. Craning your neck till it hurts, so you can see his face as he gets lost in you.

His eyes never leave yours as he uses all the energy he has left, slamming so hard into you that you can hardly feel your lower body any more. Still, you’re moaning in time with his every thrust.

He loses speed and you know he’s getting close, his breathing getting louder and more rugged. You’re so close too, your legs shaking, you can hardly keep them up any more. Still looking into his eyes, you let out a long, shaking moan, but it sounds more like a cry.

His pupils grow, if possible, even darker. With a final push your name rolls off his lips.

“Y/n.”, and that’s it for you.

You almost scream as waves of pleasure roll through your body from your core. Your legs are shaking violently, and you see white for what feels like half an hour, but is probably a mere second. When you come to again you hear him grunting over you, into your ear almost. Pumping his load into you, claiming you. You’re his now, always have been, always will be.

When both of your breaths have calmed down a bit he pulls his softening dick out of you, and your body falls to the floor at once. No strength left to hold it up. You turn yourself over to the side, head looking right up at him, and he falls right on top of you. You’re left a breathless pile of bodies. Where yours ends and his start you can’t really tell. But it doesn’t matter. He rolls over to the side, an arm pulling you close to him. Apparently that one belonged to his body.

You lay like that, two bodies, breathing into each other, on the floor. Until sleep gets the best of you, too tired to speak, too tired to think.

“You get what you deserve, y/n” you can barely make out, before the world collapses around you.

And it’s true. You do get what you deserve, you get him.

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[chosoluv]

Number 88

Reiner Braun x Reader | Smau | Fame au | Sports au

Pairings: Reiner Braun x Reader, maybe more?

Contains: Fluff, Angst?, Curse Words

Taglist: Wide Open 😍

After a “thirst” tweet at a certain number 88 goes viral y/n is thrown into a “forbidden” romance with her closest friends “enemy”.

Or

A silly sports romance between y/n, a very popular beauty influencer, and the Marley Warriors star tight end.

TW :

Ongoing

Started: 07/23/23

Latest update : 08/05/23

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Profiles

Yn + Friends - Reiner + Friends

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Chapters

Zero - the accident

One - “hey haha”

Two - “what’s the worst she can say?”

Three - “thanks ☺️”

Four - “old people emojis”

Five - “balance is restored”

Six - “someone humble him”

Seven - soft launch?

Tba

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Taglist (ask or dm to be added)

: @quiveringdeer @0mint-chocolate0 @tacobellfreshavocado @hanjiii914 @ncentic @soraya-daydreams

Bold cannot be tagged

Masterlist

[yourlocaltrashcan657]

Rockstar

Modern Au, Yandere! Ymir x Female Reader

”Aren’t you guys excited for tomorrows concert?!” Y/N practically screamed into her phone.

”I heard that they’re good but their music isn’t really my type. I’m still happy to go!” Armin said calmly as he stared into the screen.

”I like the rock music they do. It’s..a vibe.” Mikasa mumbled, her chains rattling as she moved a bit.

”Babe, why are you so interested in these losers?” Eren asked as he grabbed a flyer off of his bed. “The Hidden Outsiders? What type of name is that? And aren’t they all gay for each other-“

”HEY! REINER AND BERTOLT MAY LOOK LIKE THEY HAVE CHEMISTRY BUT THEY DONT!” Y/N yelled.

”Geez babe! Calm down.” Eren muttered as he looked at her through the screen.

”The lead singer is so cool! Her names Ymir and shes got a ton of piercings and I think she has a few small tattoos.” Y/N squealed.

”Still, you wasted so much money on these tickets when you have ME! The fantastic Eren Yeager.” Eren said as he smirked.

”Eren no one wants to hear your seagull screams again..” Armin mumbled.

”I have sensitive ears, please don’t sing.” Mikasa begged. “You sing those weird Tik Tok songs too.”

”Eren-“

”STICKING OUT YOUR GYATT FOR THE RIZZLER!” Eren screeched as Mikasa and Armin immediately hung up. “YOUR SO SKIBIDI, what’s next..? Uh YOUR A SIGMA?”

“EREN SHUT UP!” Y/N yelled. “Besides your terrible singing, I was glad to see you baby.” Y/N said.

”Aw thanks my love.” Eren cooed. “If only I wasn’t grounded today. I would have you over and hug and cuddle you so much until you bled out marshmallows.”

”Okay big guy, your pushing it now.” Y/N replied. “Besides, if it wasn’t for me, your mom wouldn’t let you go tomorrow.”

”I’ll see you at that lame concert then.” Eren sighed before saying goodbye and hanging up.

Y/N got up and walked to her wardrobe, choosing her favourite outfit and laying it out nicely to get it pressed. Quickly taking out her shoes, Y/N fixed up her outfit and quickly went to sleep.

Then next day, Y/N woke up got ready for the day and ran some of her moms errands for her to keep herself occupied. As soon as the night arrived, Y/N rushed into her room, got changed and ran to Mikasa’s house. 

Upon arrival, Y/N saw her walking out of her house with a shorter grumpy man. Walking up to the breathless girl, Mikasa handed her a ticket to the concert.

”Hurry up brat.. it’s already late at night.” The man grumbled as he started up his car. “Be grateful I’m even doing this for you.”

”Sorry about my uncle. Sometimes he gets really grumpy at me since he’s old and stuff.” Mikasa muttered. “His names Levi.”

”I’m not old!” Levi yelled from inside the car. “Get in.”

Sitting in the backseat with Mikasa, Y/N texted Eren that they’d be arriving in less than 15 minutes as Levi began to drive. Arriving at the crowded area, Y/N thanked Levi for the ride and quickly ran towards Eren as she hugged him tightly, soon greeting Armin.

”I’m so excited! Let’s get into the lines.” Y/N squealed as she grabbed Erens hand and rushed into the queue. After who knows how long, the group quickly rushed towards the front area where they could see the stage clearly.

”I’m so glad we got in with VIP tickets.” Armin said.

”Yeah! Imagine if we didn’t..  you guys saw those lines didn’t you?” Y/N asked.

”These guys aren’t really my type of musicians but it’ll be good.” Mikasa muttered as she fixed her chain necklace.

”Still don’t know why we are here for our anniversary baby.” Eren said as his arm draped over Y/N’s shoulder. “I could do my own concert-“

”No!” The trio yelled in unison.

”Fine fine! Geez you people have got to calm down.” Eren mumbled under his breath. “Hey loads of fans are coming now, that must mean it’s about to begin right?”

”Yeah. I can’t wait to hear them!” Y/N squealed.

”Let’s take a picture quickly, I’ll send it to you guys.” Armin said as he pulled out his phone and taking a group photo. Soon after, smoke flooded the area as fans cheered loudly as the opening music began playing. 

“Hello [Country Name] !” An energetic voice yelled as the group began walking onto the stage.

”ITS YMIR! OH MY GOD!” Y/N squealed as she gripped Erens hand.

”Thank you all for coming to our show tonight!” Reiner said as girls began screaming at his charming smile.

“Put down your phones and watch with your eyes cause this will be one heck of a concert!” Krista exclaimed into the microphone.

”We hope you enjoy tonight!” Bertolt mumbled before speaking up. Everyone began cheering before they started playing the opening of one of their songs.

As the songs were being played and sung, the constant stare on Y/N bothered her. She could feel as though someone was watching her every move even though everyone was watching the celebrities ahead.

Looking towards the stage, she saw Ymir staring right at her whilst she sung the song and played her guitar. Looking away, Y/N continued to enjoy the music along with her friends until the end of the concert.

”Thank you all so much for coming to tonight! We hope you all enjoyed-“ Reiner began to announce.

”Before we take our leave, you in the front. The pretty one.” Ymir said as she grabbed her microphone and walked towards them, squatting to get a better view. The crowd began to scream at her movements, causing Ymir to smirk.

”Me?” Y/N asked to her.

”Yeah you, can I get your number? You’re really my type y’know.” Ymir said before the crowd screamed even louder.

”Uh well, I already have a boyfriend.. “ Y/N mumbled as she held Erens hand.

”Sorry about that, but this pretty lady is already taken.” Eren said as he kissed Y/N’s cheek. The crowd began to coo at the couple as did the other members of the band. Ymir only scoffed quietly before standing up again.

”Ah, at least I asked!” She laughed out, trying to shake off the anger.

”Thank you all for coming! We hope to see you all soon!” Bertolt spoke into his microphone before all of them left the stage.

Leaving the stadium, Y/N swung her hand with Eren and kissed him goodbye before hopping into Levi’s car with Mikasa.

”What took you all so long?” Levi asked.

”It’s a concert.” Mikasa bluntly answered. “What did you expect us to do?”

”Whatever.. some drunk people started knocking on my damn window. Asking for my damn number.” Levi muttered before driving off.

The drive was as slow as Y/N stared out of the window and looked up at the stars were scattered across the dark sky. Making it home, Y/N thanked them for the ride before getting out and walking into her house.

”Hi honey.” M/N called out from the kitchen. “How was the concert?”

”It was awesome mom! The lead singer even talked to me!” Y/N said as she walked over to her mom.

”Lucky you! Your father isn’t home yet so you should get to bed before he scolds you.” M/N said.

”Alright then. Good night mom!” Y/N replied as she hugged her mom, quickly heading to her room afterwards.

Falling into her bed, Y/N sighed as she grabbed her phone and looked texted Eren ‘Good Night my Monkey.’ Soon after she received a message saying ‘Good night my NoogieBoogie 🥰’. Laughing at Erens humour, Y/N turned off her phone and went to sleep, not bothering to change her clothes.

The next morning, Y/N got up tired and got changed into her uniform quickly before heading out of the house and straight to school. Walking along the sidewalk, Y/N felt a lingering stare as she continued heading to her school. 

Turning around to see, the cars had all been parked as usual and no one else seemed to be around except for the other students walking to school.

Days went by and the same feeling of being stalled stayed with Y/N. Despite telling her parents, her father told her that no one would be doing such a thing to a school girl.

However, Eren was much more help as he started walking to school with her and making sure to drop her off. His bad behaviour continued which led to him having his mother to punish him by grounding him once again.

”Y/N my pookie wookie bear. How about you come over whilst my mom and dad go out?” Eren asked on the call.

”I don’t know.. your mom said you are grounded and it would be bad if we went against her words.” Y/N said.

”She said I’m not allowed to go to anyone’s house. But she didn’t say anything about anyone coming over!” Eren exclaimed.

”Alright, when are they leaving?” Y/N asked as she slipped her shoes on.

”In ten minutes, you should start walking now.” Eren replied.

”Alright then, I’ll see you in a bit. And don’t call me that!” Y/N scolded before hanging up and leaving the house.

Walking to his house, Y/N felt none of the lingering stares and felt more relaxed as she calmly walked along the sidewalk. Crossing the road, Y/N turned a corner and walked down the lane before reaching Erens house.

Walking up to the door, she had seen it nearly torn off. Unsure of what to do next, Y/N hesitantly stepped in before raising her voice out.

”E-Eren.?! Are you home?” Y/N asked as she walks into the ransacked living room. “If this is a p-prank then you need to stop!”

Loud noises could be heard upstairs which led to Y/N slowly walking up the creaky stairs, soon standing in front of Erens room. The noises were louder than before and voices could be heard mocking someone as if they were intentionally trying to hurt them.

Suddenly a large figure was standing in a different doorway causing Y/N to step back and look at it.

”R-Reiner?! What’re you doing in this house.?” Y/N asked as he looked at her. The sounds from within the room stopped as the door swung open, revealing Bertolt.

”What’re you all doing here?!” Y/N yelled as she tried to run down the stairs only to be grabbed by Reiner from the arm. “Let me go!”

”Bring her in and leave. All of you.” A similar voice called out from inside Erens room.

”Let go of me! You’re all mad! Crazy!” Y/N screamed out as Reiner dragged her into the room. Looking up she saw Eren ,tied to a chair which had tipped over, beaten to the point were he was close to death. Beside him was Krista and Ymir, who held a bloody baseball bat in her hand.

”Hello Y/N.” Ymir said as she got up and dropped her bat. “Sit down please.” Watching the other three members leave the room, Y/N rushed towards Eren and held his hand tightly.

”You’re all monsters! How could you do this-“ Y/N yelled out only to be pulled back by the collar.

”What did I say doll? I said to sit.” Ymir muttered as she threw her away from Eren. “You don’t want me to hit your boyfriend for every time you misbehave do you?”

”I-I no! Please just leave him alone! I’ll do anything just stop hurting him!” Y/N cried out as she saw Ymir smash Eren with her baseball bat.

”Anything? You can be so beautiful yet so stupid Y/N.” Ymir mocked as she grabbed her face. “You’d do anything for a silly boy who uses you?”

”Eren doesn’t do that! He loves me and I love him, I don’t get why you’re so mad about it!” Y/N exclaimed angrily.

“Why I’m so mad? You kept staring at me in your slutty outfit and that night and have the audacity to tell me you have a boyfriend in front of the whole damn crowd!” Ymir yelled as she grabbed onto Y/N’s hair.

Erens muffled cries grew louder as he watched helplessly from behind them. Y/N breathed heavily as Ymir came closer and closer to her face, before smirking.

”You need to be punished.” Ymir mumbled before lifting Y/N over her shoulders and tossing her onto the bed.

”No! Stop it! Help me! Someone help me-“ Y/N cried out before Ymirs lips crashed down into hers, quickly pulling away and slapping a hand over her mouth.

”Shut up. You’re louder than that idiot.” Ymir grumbled as she grabbed both of Y/N’s hands and held them above her head.

Yanking Y/N’s skirt off with her teeth, her panties came off with it revealing her cunt. Ymir stared at the dry cunt that laid before her, quickly placing the tip of her nose near it before latching onto it with her tongue.

Y/N’s muffled moans vibrated against Ymir’s hand causing her to stick her fingers into Y/N’s mouth.

”Suck on them. You love moaning don’t you? Moan around my fingers you pretty girl.” Ymir ordered.

Eren lay helplessly as he sobbed his heart out, unable to get free or even see his beloved girlfriend in their last moment.

As she finally cummed into Ymir’s mouth, Y/N breathed heavily as Ymir moved her fingers out of Y/N’s mouth. Rolling up her sleeve, Ymir stuck her fingers straight into Y/N’s cunt and swirled it around as Y/N’s moans erupted into the room.

”Such a pretty slut.” Ymir mumbled into Y/N’s ear before kissing her on the lips again.

A/N: that was my first time writing a sec scene… tell me your honest opinions on it :P

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Restart

A Reiner Braun x gender neutral reader fic

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“This chat is twenty years overdue,

Let’s have a seat and tell me your news.

Something about you is different,

I feel at ease when you talk.

Each painful knot is untwisted,

You’ve matured more than I thought.

My destiny is knocking,

This is what I’ve been wanting.

When did our eyes get soft?

I wanna be here, wanna be yours so hard.”

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Four years ago, before his betrayal, you’d been Reiner’s love. But now, after you both survived the rumbling, could you go back to how things were?

[Lyrics and title from the song “Restart” by Veela and Mod3no]

No warnings! Go crazy! Read to ur heart’s content friends!

Tags: lots of fluff, Reiner is soft, kinda spoilers if ur new to the show, post-canon AoT things, awkward ex-couple moments, happy ending

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WC: 3210

AN:

I mean…I would take this man back in a heartbeat. He could step on me and I’D be the one to apologize…you get it.

I took a break from writing my usual super-long fics to bring you this one! I came across the song this is based off of the other day and…my adhd is eating it up, so I have been listening to it on repeat.

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Once more, your gaze locked with golden eyes as you sat in the library. It was a lazy spring afternoon, one which you should’ve been enjoying. Instead, you were hiding indoors, attempting to distract yourself from your emotions once again. That is, until Reiner had walked in on the opposite side of the room. 

You watched from over the top of your book as he exchanged a few words with Mikasa and Armin, who were doing some research that you didn’t have the heart to join in on. Then he turned around, and his eyes found you again, and for a moment you thought you could see him consider walking over. But after a heartbeat, he leaves you alone once more.

“You two can’t keep just staring at each other from across every room like this.”

You were shaken from your thoughts by a voice. It had been three months since you’d all returned from fighting Eren, and your relationship with Reiner was…a stalemate. Four years ago, before he’d left, you’d been his. From the moment you’d walked onto the training field as a cadet, he’d practically attached himself to you at the hip. You had never been sure of what the blond saw in you, but whatever it was caused his eyes to glow a little whenever he looked at you. Soon enough, that warmth had grown into full-blown love; your hands intertwining before missions, curling up a little too close when it was cold, sneaking kisses underneath the stars. 

Your heart shattered into a million pieces when he left, but it was more because he was leaving you, not because he had revealed himself as your enemy at the time. You couldn’t care less if he was a titan shifter, or if he’d been keeping the entire rest of the world a secret. Each morning that you were forced to wake up alone took a little piece of your soul away from you. You were long past convincing yourself it would get better with time; you’d accepted you would feel like this forever.

You looked at the source of the voice, tearing your eyes away from the empty spot where Reiner had been standing. 

“I don’t even know what I’d say to him, Jean,” you murmured as your friend sat down next to you.

“The way you look at each other says you both have a million things you want to say.”

“I wouldn’t know where to start. Besides, he’s better off not having me in his life to hold him back.”

“Now that’s just ridiculous,” Jean scoffed. “Neither of your lives are going anywhere as long as you keep up this weird…orbiting dance you’re doing.”

You raised an eyebrow at him. “Orbiting dance?”

“Yeah, you’re both too afraid to get too close to the other, even though that’s exactly what you want. So you both just keep your distance, circling around each other, hoping something will knock one of you off your path and into the other’s so you don’t have to do it yourself.”

“You learn that in therapy, or something?” You sighed, and replaced your bookmark back into the page. You wouldn’t get any more reading done.

Your remark earned a chuckle from Jean. “No, I learned it watching two people not bothering to hide their emotions at all.”

Dropping your head in mild embarrassment, you knew you’d never been good at keeping your emotions under wraps when it came to Reiner.

“Talk to him. Please,” Jean moves to stand up from his post beside you. “You’ll both feel better when you do.”

“I’ll try, Jean. But I can’t promise anything.”

Reiner knew you’d been spending your afternoons in the library, but as much as he was trying to give you all the space you needed, Historia had asked him to relay information to Mikasa and Armin. Of course they were doing their research in the library, and of course he couldn’t keep his eyes off you for two seconds when you were in the same room. It was obvious that you’d both changed; he could tell from the small conversations you’d had during the Rumbling. But hell, did he know that he still loved you. You’d grown from that rambunctious, sweet, and slightly awkward cadet into a true soldier and adult. You were level-headed and mature, a deep thinker, kind and gentle…He could tell you’d retained some of your youth, too, from the way you and Conny threw jokes at each other during meals. 

But what did you think of him? He was the one who’d torn you to bits, left you alone on the island while he returned to the safety of his country. When he wasn’t with you as a Scout, he’d spent his time figuring out ways to break the news about himself to you gently, and ways that you’d be able to stay together while he completed his mission. It had all happened so fast, though, and by the time he had Eren in the palm of his hand it was too late to explain anything. Through the titan’s eyes, and through yours, he had seen the shattered pieces of your heart. That memory had resurfaced a hundred too many times while he was back in Marley, the way you’d looked at him. As badly as he wanted to pull you close now, to try and fix everything he did and put all the pieces of your heart back together, he continually convinced himself he’d just break your heart all over again. So, he kept his distance. But when the two of you were in the same room, you were so beautiful, so perfect to him, he was pulled toward you like a magnet. 

You tried to talk to him, you really did. But you’d gotten one good look at Reiner after dinner and had turned on your heel, marching straight back to the solitude of your room. Now, you laid face down on your bed at three in the morning, cursing yourself for being cowardly yet again. This wouldn’t even be the first time you’d talked to him since he left, you’d exchanged words with him throughout the Rumbling. Hell, you fought side-by-side. But now that the fighting was over, everything was…different, and you couldn’t bring yourself to speak with him. There was just too much between the two of you.

Knowing it was going to be yet another sleepless night, you dragged yourself out of bed. Throwing on a pair of old sweatpants, it was time for yet another nighttime stroll around the building. 

Despite the fact that you were exhausted, your–what had become nightly–walks were rather peaceful. The entire city was almost silent, and you could exist in your own mind and world for a bit. Pacing through the halls, you found yourself wishing for what you always did; that he was close.

Passing the library, you had the fleeting idea that you’d read a little more of your book, so you tugged the heavy door open. But when you settled down on one of the plush couches, book in hand, you couldn’t bring yourself to read a single word. Sitting in the silence, you stared out the window into the night sky, lost in thought. 

A shifting of the couch seat next to you brings you back to the present. You had been so deep in thought you hadn’t heard the door open, but before you could conjure up a reason why you were sitting in the dark library at three in the morning, you saw a pair of eyes you hadn’t dared to be so close to in a long time.

Reiner watches fear dart behind your eyes, immediately regretting his decision to sit next to you. He hadn’t been able to sleep, as usual, so he decided maybe some fresh air would help. But when he saw you, he became so lost in the pain of the fact that you were probably doing the same as him, walking around to try and get through another sleepless night, that he forgot to glue his feet to their spot. Before he knew it he had planted himself firmly in the seat next to you, studying every inch of your face.

“Hi.” Your voice is barely a whisper, and after a heartbeat your eyes snap back to where your hands had curled tight around the book in your lap.

His face softens. “Hey.”

Your mind swirls in a panic, trying to find something��anything–to say. 

“Um…What are you reading?” He asks, causing small cracks to appear in the ice that had formed between you. His voice is deep, warm, and familiar, and you feel at ease when he speaks.

“A fantasy novel.” Daring to meet his eyes once more, your heart beats picks up when you see the warm, almost smiling expression he wears.

“Didn’t know you were into those.”

“It’s a habit I picked up. From Sasha.”

“Ah.”

You went back to cursing yourself for making it awkward.

But now Reiner is fully smiling, gently, as he gazes out the window into the starry sky. “Remember when she used to tell those stories, during missions?”

“The ones where all the characters were named after different foods?”

“Heh. Yeah, those were something else.”

“She knew how to make long horseback rides a little shorter, didn’t she?” You chuckle as that odd mix of happiness and sadness washes through you once more. Silence washes over the library again.

“I’m sorry. For everything–”

“Reiner. Don’t.” Feeling your throat tighten, you look up at him, closing the book on your lap and placing it aside.

“I–”

For the first time in years, you hold his gaze. “You have nothing to apologize for.”

“I hurt you.” You can hear the pain in his voice. There are tears in his eyes, glistening in the moonlight. 

“You were doing what you believed was right. You always have. I would have done the same.”

“What we believe is the right thing isn’t always the right thing.”

“You did what you could, with the information you were given. We all did. I could never hate you for what you did.”

“Then what do you hate me for?”

Your face twists slightly, shocked, and this time you’re the one with tears in your eyes. 

“I-I mean, you have to hate me for something.” Reiner watches your expression.

But your face changes, and a soft smile takes over your lips as you gaze up at him. “Wouldn’t that be childish of me?”

At your smile, he relaxes into the couch slightly, leaning a little closer to you. “You’re allowed to hate people as an adult, silly.”

“Hate is born from not understanding. I understand why you chose to do what you did, so how could I possibly hate you?”

“I hate myself…for what I did.”

“The choices you were forced to make weren’t easy, Reiner.”

“They should’ve been.” 

He pauses for a moment. 

“How could I leave the person I love more than anything else in this world?”

You blink in surprise. Then, warmth floods through your veins. You lean into him, pressing against his arm and resting your head on his shoulder.

“Even if I had known what you were going through, I still would have let you go. It was life or death for you,” you murmur.

“I should have found a way to live. I would have. Shit, I’ve been stabbed and shot and bombed more times than I can count.”

“You fought in a war, Rei. It must’ve been awful.”

His hand slides into yours. “It was. But I’d fight a million more just to see you for one more day.” 

“You don’t have to. And if you did, I’d be right there at your side.”

You feel him sigh, leaning his head against yours and pressing his lips against your forehead.

“Reiner…” That familiar warmth blooms in your chest, something you hadn’t felt in a long time. 

“I missed you so much,” he whispers. “I wished you were there with me every day…but also I was glad you were somewhere safer.”

He missed you…You shift in your spot to look up at him, pressing a hand to his cheek. You’re no longer so afraid to look him in the eyes. “I missed you too. But I’m here with you now.”

“You are. And I’m here with you,” he echoes, as if he’s afraid it’s all a dream, and speaking it aloud would cement the two of you in reality.

And then he shifts, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you into his lap, pressing his forehead against yours as your arms loop around his shoulders, tangling in the hair at the back of his head. His hands grip tightly at your waist before sliding around you completely, pulling you as close as humanly possible as your noses brush. For a heartbeat, you linger against each other, letting it settle into your minds that the other was here, until neither of you can hold yourselves back any longer, and you collapse into each other.

The familiarity of his lips against yours overwhelms you, memories of the night he first kissed you surfacing in your mind. You were both sitting on patrol, joking about something stupid, and he suddenly pulled you close. In this moment, time seems to loop back on itself, the two of you kissing in the same way you had all those years ago. Even though you’d both grown as people, he still felt the same…because the love you had for each other had never changed. 

The kiss breaks when Reiner tries to somehow get you even closer, and you giggle at his effort before sliding off his lap and pulling him with you to lay down sideways on the couch. He’s nearly surrounding you completely as he lays half on top of you, crushing you slightly but you couldn’t care less. He peppers kisses across your nose and cheeks and down your neck, lingering a little longer on each one and relishing the way you laugh when the stubble on his chin tickles you. 

The warmth of the moment overwhelms you, turning your laughter into soft sobs as you pull him close, burying your face in his chest. 

“I love you, Reiner. It’s good to have you back.”

“Oh, baby. I’m here, and I’m not going anywhere, I promise,” he whispers against your skin. But you can feel the tears running down his cheeks too. 

There’s a few moments of comfortable silence between you two, that couldn’t be more unlike the awkwardness of the past few months. Your fingertips trace over the contours of his face, occasionally wiping fallen tears off his cheeks, simply enjoying being so close. He tightens his arms around you, a rare soft smile appearing across his lips.

“You know, I got so scared when I saw you during Eren’s invasion, in Liberio,” he murmurs, brushing a stray lock of hair away from your face. “That place wasn’t safe for you at the time.”

“I wasn’t afraid for me. But when I saw the titans fighting, I was a little scared that you’d get hurt…” you trail off, getting lost in the way the moonlight reflected in his eyes. “What was life like, in Marley?”

He chuckles at your question, sinking into the couch next to you. “It had its moments…but overall, not great. I guess things like cars, photographs, and electricity were normal for me though. I probably grew up in a nicer environment than most people here.”

“Your mother did her best for you, I’m sure of it.”

“Heh, she definitely did something. I guess I get it from her.”

“What?”

“The drive to do absolutely anything for the people I love.”

“That’s one of my favorite things about you, actually.”

He raises an eyebrow at you. “Really? That’s what you like about me?” He was confused; that trait had caused the deaths of so many people. He’d always preferred not to think about it at all. But it was obvious that you didn’t see it in that way.

“Yeah, I think it’s sweet. It’s what’s kept you alive for so long.”

“No, that’s not it,” he sighs, “What kept me alive was you.”

“I wanted to live…so I could see you again too. I wanted it all to be over so we could be here, like this.”

The emotion behind his eyes is a mix of melancholy and nostalgia as he gazes at you. “How were things, after I…left?”

“Rough, at first. But eventually, we got rid of the rest of the titans, and took over the port. We met Yelena and her crew, and they brought us up to speed.”

“How nice of her,” he muses, causing you to snort out a laugh.

“I think we’re just about on par with Marley now, in terms of development.”

“Eh, it’s way nicer here. Besides, here is where you are.”

“Aw, I kinda wanted to live in Liberio for a bit…” you trail off, giving him a dramatic look that turns to laughter at his expression. “I’m kidding!”

“Heh, you better be,” he laughs, pulling you close once again. 

You move your hand to rest it against his chest as his nose slides against yours, lips fitting together like you were made for each other. His tongue presses against yours slowly, drinking in every breath, every heartbeat…every shred of evidence that you were alive and okay and in his arms. This was everything both of you had wanted since you returned from fighting. Tilting your head, you try to get closer to him, wrapping a leg around his waist as his hands slide under your shirt and up your back. But after an especially deep kiss, he pulls away slightly, his lips ghosting over yours.

“You know, we should probably head to bed before someone wakes up early and finds us making out on the library couch.”

“Aww.” You sink into the couch a little more in protest.

He sits up halfway, still leaning over you. “I promise, my bed is comfier.”

Blushing at his words, you’re thankful it’s still dark in the library. You’d half expected him to send you back to bed in your respective rooms. Who were you kidding, though? This was the man who climbed through your window as a Scout so you could sleep in each others' arms. Hell, he’d seen you naked more times than you could count. But that was so long ago, everything felt new again.

Reiner leads you back to his room, your hand in his, and you can’t hide the smile growing on your face. Not an hour ago this was something you’d only wished would happen; but now your wish had come true. When he pulls you into his room, finally into privacy, you lose track of how many kisses he plants across your skin. And as you settle into his arms under the blankets, sleep washes over you faster than it had in years. 

You wake up with your head resting against his chest, one of his hands tangled in your hair and the other around your waist, and only one thought in your mind: you were glad you talked to him.

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[mvrtaiswriting]

Wonderland (Part 3) x Reiner Braun.

third and final part finally here! this artwork had me spiralling for months - and i hope you enjoyed it as much as i did. this will be the concluding part of the series but nevertheless, not the last work about reiner eheh. thank you for being part of this journey with me <;3 (part 1 here) (part 2 here). as always, let me know what you think!

Follows AOT timeline, so please be mindful of any spoilers ahead. Specifically, this first part contains spoilers from season 4 (every animated part). The segments and different timezones of the story are divided by quotes from different Taylor Swift songs, which were vital for the formation of this idea. More specifically, the song that served as the backbone for this part of the story was The Great War, from the Midnights album. This part also used Out of the Woods, from the 1989 album, Afterglow, from the Lover album and Renegade, by Big Red Machine and Taylor Swift, from the How Long Do You Think It's Gonna Last album.

gn! reader.

usual AOT violence.

2.7K words.

All the the bloodshed, crimson clover . 

Forcing you to kneel on the ground, Floch pinned your hands behind your back and quickly handcuffed you, preparing you for the execution planned by Yelena. A small laugh escaped your lips as you realised how ironically your fate had played out. Being held at gun point, gagged by a stupid cloth between your teeth, tied behind your head tight enough to not slip away. What you were leaving behind was a legacy of lies and betrayal, patriotism winning over love. How ironic of Marley to invade Paradise now that you were seconds away from dying - taking away the last ridiculous crumb of hope to see Reiner once again.

It probably didn't matter - he probably hated you by now, you knew very well what it meant to be betrayed by the one you loved the most. It was the type of pain that never really goes away, like an old scar that still burns even after years. You and Reiner were even now, but at what cost? Did he love you as much as you loved him? Was he ever torturing himself for what he did the way that you kept doing since the first night you slept without him?

The first gunshot you heard made you jump a little. It was close to you, enough to momentarily make your ears whistle. Jean always had a good aim, what was this bullshit? The second one followed almost immediately, just a few centimetres away from the other one. When the third shot missed you too, you knew something was off - and before you could realise it, you were pulled away from the whole scene by Mikasa, who was quick to untie you.

Handing you your ODM equipment, Mikasa silently pointed out towards the city. And that's when you saw him - towering even Eren's titan, his golden armour shining through the explosion's smokes. A small smile formed on your lips - you missed him so much, yet you were fighting again. In different fractions, on opposite sides.

It was an endless fight - every second, you saw your companions falling from the sky, shot down like birds. You were doing your best to protect your comrades, soaring through the sky and killing your enemies as if they were annoying flies. There was no time to wonder about morality anymore - it was you against them. Orders from Jean asked you to pay no mind to the titans that were entering the city through the breach on the wall, unless they were a threat to life - and so you did. You kept fighting and fighting, until a screeching scream stopped you in your tracks - a roar so familiar, that you couldn't quite recognise.

When you finally turned around, you saw the Armoured titan's nape being bitten and slowly destroyed by a titan. For the first time in years, an old, paralysing feeling invaded your body. Your muscles stiffened whilst your heart started beating so fast it could have almost burst out of your chest.

Fear.

For the first time in years, you were afraid. It took you more than what you wished it did for you to finally soar through the sky again, using the remains of the surrounding buildings as levers to your ODM gears, running towards Reiner. The normal titan had now changed its target but Reiner was standing still, impaled by one of Eren's fists. Using one of your thunder spears, you aimed at Reiner's nape - it was now or never. In seconds that felt like an eternity, you grabbed Reiner out of his titan body.

"C'mon big boy, wake up!"

You said through gritted teeth\, wrapping one of Reiner's arm around your shoulder and soaring through the sky once again. He wasn't responding, his body was heavier than yours and it was slowing your movements down. This couldn't be the end - not for him, not for you. And if it was, you wouldn't have left him behind anymore. It was you and him now, regardless. And if he had to die tonight, then you would too.

Twenty stitches in a hospital room - when you started crying, baby, I did too.

Finally finding repair in a now abandoned house, you laid Reiner's body on the floor. Searching through the various drawers, you managed to find a blanket and a first aid kit - not the best you could ask for, but definitely enough to save his life. Despite his self-healing abilities, you were still afraid he wouldn't be able to heal properly on his own. His body kept giving off steam, slowly closing his wounds.

Tucking him with a warm blanket and providing him the best pillow you could find, you finally sat back. The war outside was still going strong - at every second, a loud explosion would make the walls tremble. Screams of pain and terror filled the brief moments of silence between gunshots and bombs. You took a second to take a closer look at Reiner, your gaze meticulously scanning the way he was seemingly sleeping like a baby, the usual crouch on the bridge of his nose now finally relaxed. It had been months since the last time you saw him, but it felt like an eternity; he almost looked older - his beard was longer and the lines on his face seemed a little deeper. Scribbling a quick note on a piece of paper which you left next to his pillow, you kissed his temple and fixed your equipment - your friends were still out there fighting as the apocalypse succumbed on Paradise, and it was your duty to fight.

You were on a roof with Mikasa and Armin when the walls started to crumble. One by one, each colossal titan trapped inside the walls was released, marching away from the Island. The earth trembled with every step they took, filling the air with steam and an unbearable rumble. Nonetheless, the city was now invaded by titans - familiar titans, with a name, a life, a story. With Armin co-ordinating the attack once again, you gave one final goodbye to whom was once a fellow cadet, or a captain.

My love was as cruel as the cities I lived in; I'll tell you the truth, but never goodbye.

"Enough!"

You screamed, stopping Jean's arm from landing one more punch on Reiner's face, now covered in blood. Reiner didn't even flinch - he stood still, taking every hit from Jean's angry fists, ignoring every survival instinct he might have had. The usual adrenaline did not kick in - not a fight or flight situation, he just let violence rain over him.

"Enough."

You reiterated with a firmer tone, softening your grip on Jean's arm and letting your hand slide to his shoulder - to comfort him, of course, or to have a better grip if you needed to pin him down to stop him. A sigh of relief escaped your lips when you felt Jean's muscles relax under your touch, his intimidating gaze never leaving Reiner's. Carefully, you moved in front of Jean, your body now acting as a barrier between him and Reiner. Resting your hands on his chest, you gently pushed him backwards, forcing him to take a few steps back. Your steps followed his, never letting your hands slip off his chest. This was always your thing, after all - calming Jean down, dragging him off from the dark places his mind often wondered to. And so did he - you lost count of the amount of times he saved your life, sometimes more metaphorically than others.

Jean's eyes were now piercing yours - his brows were still frowned but he slowly regained his composure. His breathing was still heavy from the adrenaline rush he had experienced, but it slowly became steadier, more regular. As much as you hated to admit it, you were partially responsible for Jean's outburst - his hatred towards Reiner has been fuelled and nurtured for years. He was the one who saved you when Reiner pushed you off the Wall Maria, he was there when you almost got eaten by a titan because you were still grieving Reiner's betrayal to fight properly. He had wiped every tear and saved you every time - yet, at the end of the day, you always ran back to Reiner. Regardless of how bad he had hurt you, regardless of all the times you said you hated him - you always fell back into Reiner's arms. And Jean hated it - he hated the way you would always break your back to surprise Reiner, the way he would always win. Jean hated Reiner because he was still alive after all the shit he had done and Sasha wasn't, he hated him for the way he always managed to somehow redeem himself and have his happy ever after. Even now, the absence of any kind of reaction disgusted Jean - Reiner took every blow, knowing that he would self-heal every wound in a matter of minutes. More than that, Jean was disgusted by Reiner's audacity to give you the silent treatment - if he could have done it, Jean would have probably shoved an hand down Reiner's throat and pull all the words you needed to hear: something along the lines of "thanks for saving my ass out there" or "I don't deserve you".

Yet, all you received was silence. Even when everyone laughed at Hange's reaction to the cart titan, even when you called out his name to ask him if he wanted more soup. It was as if the armour of his titan was still working even now, in his human form - keeping his emotions safe, locking his heart into a silent crypt.

Tell me that I'm all you want, even when I break your heart. 

Sneaking out of your tent in the middle of the night, you made your way to Reiner's sleeping bag.

"Can we talk?"

You whispered, shaking his shoulder in an attempt to wake him up. Shifting in his sleeping bag, he slowly turned around to face you.

"Reiner, I swear to god.." You mumbled again, this time in a more menacing tone. Anticipating your moves, he instinctively moved away from your painful grip before you could pinch him awake. It was an old habit of yours, a trick you had learned to be very effective when trying to get him out of bed during particularly sleepy mornings. For a brief second, Reiner almost forgot he was sleeping on the ground in the middle of a forest - for a sweet moment, memories of the two you spending all morning in bed came back to him in a blur.

Stepping away from the little camp Hange improvised, you walked your way into the woods. The flickering campfire you had lit hours ago was still burning, allowing you to catch a glimpse of Reiner's face. His tall figure was laying against one of the trees, his muscular arms crossed across his chest.

"I had no other choice. And I'm sure you know how it feels."

You finally spoke, finally breaking that uncomfortable silence that had suddenly settled between the two of you. Your words came out sharper than intended, hitting Reiner exactly where it hurt him the most.

"You're a better liar than I ever was."

Reiner quickly replied, a chuckle escaping his lips as he locked his eyes on yours.

"What's there to talk about? Didn't you say enough already, with all your fairytales about love and forgiveness? "

He continued through gritted teeth; he was furious, but his voice slightly cracked mid-sentence, betraying his stoic façade. There was a subtle irony to the nature of his hurt - you followed his steps, bringing destruction and death upon his country. Reiner shared his tears and nightmares with you, he showed you the depth of his remorse, the sincerity of his regrets - and you had cried with him, you told him that none of it mattered now that you had each other. Days turned into week and before you could even realise it, you were living together. He even bought a ring: he only had a few years to live and nothing to lose; he wanted to dedicate his life to you. Instead, you left without a warning sign and dragged him down to the end of the world, forcing him to be what he hated the most - a weapon, a monster, a cold blooded assassin.

"Why do you think I saved you? I don't want to be thanked for it, but at least dare to look at me? At least try to acknowledge my existence instead of treating me if nothing ever happened, like what we had wasn't real."

You snapped back, raising your voice. Words kept rolling off your tongue, you were speaking faster than you could think and you almost lost your breath.

"I really don't know. I don't know why you saved me, I don't know what that ridiculous love scene with Jean was, I don't know what those months spent together meant to you! Because if they did mean something, then why did you leave? Why did you leave me behind when you knew, you knew! You knew I would have followed you!"

Reiner roared back, the vein on his neck become more and more visible. His body was now only few inches away from yours, his taller figure completely obliterating yours.

Silence dawned between the two of you once again - you had never seen Reiner so mad. There was so much you wanted to say, but the lump in your throat killed every word before it could come out, leaving you like a nervous, silent wreck in front of the man you loved. It was the end of the world and this time, you were defenceless. There were only a few steps between you and Reiner - he was close enough to let his breath caress your face, the scent of his cologne burning in your lungs with every breath.

"I had to." You finally whispered, only causing Reiner to sigh in response, trying is best to not snap at you again. Your voice was weak, troubled by the burning knot in your throat. He brushed on his wide hand against his face, as if that gesture could help him reorganise his thoughts.

"Is it insensitive for me to say get your shit together, so I can love you?" 

Reiner replied hopelessly, another sigh leaving his lips. His voice was calmer now, but his words felt heavy, sharp as a dagger piercing through your heart, once inch after the other.

Weakly shaking your head in response and the sound of you snorting your tears away was all it took to melt Reiner's heart. Wrapping his arms around you, he brought you closer to him - your head was now resting against his chest as the tears you were hardly fighting finally streamed down your cheeks. Being into Reiner's arms felt just right - as if all the planets just aligned, as if all your broken pieces were put together again.

When you first agreed to your mission in Liberio, you weren't expecting to fall in love all over again with Reiner. You thought these feelings were buried deep enough to never emerge again, hidden under a carpet of hatred and resentment. You entered Liberio wanting revenge, wanting to be even with Reiner. But when you left, revenge didn't taste as sweet as you expected; rather, it felt like sour liquor burning down your throat, slowly melting away every piece of your being like some kind of corrosive acid. Your relationship with Reiner felt like playing a chess match, each of you using the most unfair techniques, disguising your pawns as queens. It felt like war and it wasn't fair; and now that you were given another chance, you promised yourself would not waste it. Regardless of the future that lied ahead, from that moment you vowed you would spend however time you had left right by his side.

"I vow I will always be yours, if we survive the Great War."

[marleysfinest]

I’m beginning to flesh out the details & characteristics of Reiner in a modern AU Marley and would love to hear peeps ideas of what some of his modern favs and comforts would be?? I feel like he’s a fiend for ordering pizza and binge watching The Sopranos. he def also uses hello fresh idk why I think this

[pinetoyles]

Some Reiner x Porco fanfiction I wrote recently

There are some fluffy moments, some angsty, some horny but all of these fanfics are desperate for your attention and kudos 💖💖💖 I really would appreciate if some of you gets interested and checks my works out 🥺❤️

language: russian

links:

✨ redemption

✨ I promise, I'll take care of you

✨ last night I told you I need you

✨ Выходной

[blond3ang3l]

Firm believer that Reiner is usually a soft lover, but he goes absolutely FERAL the day you asked him to basically put you in a headlock.

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He hasn’t expected it at all. He knew you tended to watch him pretty heavily whenever he was working it. Reiner himself always tried to be soft with you because he sometimes forgot his own strength. It took months to convince him to even wrap his hand around your throat, poor man thought he’d crush your windpipes. But when he finally agreed he couldn’t get enough of it. His large hand covered the majority of your gave and he was just obsessed with the size difference between you two.

Today was just like any other time you two were making love. There was just something in you, like an itch you just couldn’t scratch and you knew exactly why. Reiner was just lost in the feel of you, you were pressed against him, your chest against his back and he repeatedly slammed in and out of you. Reiner was louder than you were, all in your ear pleading for you to stay still or he would cum. He was so close and you pushing your ass back against him was not helping at all.

You couldn’t help yourself though, you were so needy all day and you needed more than the basic fucking you were getting. You grabbed hold of his arm, bringing it to wrap around your throat effectively putting you in a chokehold. Reiners eyes widened and it was like a switch practically went off in his mind. He had you like this before but that was for a picture for your social media. Seeing you like this though, all fucked out and teary eyed while having you in this position set a fire in his stomach.

He used his free hand to force your legs apart making you take more of him. Your eyes rolled and you felt your legs start to give out on you.

“Tongue out baby.”

He forced you to look up, rubbing his thumb on your bottom lip. Once your tongue was out he let a glob of spit fall onto it forcing you to swallow. You felt as if your mind was melting from him repeatedly slamming into your spot. You were so so close and you were ready to cum. Despite your whines and pleas the only answer you got from him was a gruff “no”.

“This is what you wanted yeah? Well you’re gonna take it, don’t run now.”

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Something short for @wintrrxxo ^^

[jeankirsteinsgrlfrnd]

NSFW AoT boys x reader and how they would respond to trying “No Nut November”

no nut november

ft: eren, connie, levi, jean, erwin, porco, zeke, armin

cw: smut ? but it’s pretty tame- not really descriptive

18+ MDNI NSFW

eren thinks no nut november is stupid and a made up thing meant to make virgins feel better about themselves. he doesn’t care about participating it in it. especially when he has you. eren doesn’t make it past the first day of november without tearing your clothes off and finishing inside of you.

connie’s pretty into no not november- mainly because of destroy dick december. despite being a yearly player, he never makes it through the month successfully. what fails him this year is you in a pair of black leggings- he can’t help it. he begs you to let him fuck you and you give in, november claiming yet another loser.

when you brought the idea up to levi, he scoffed. he thinks it’s the most ridiculous thing in the world and he won’t be partaking. he’s going to fuck you whenever and wherever if you’ll let him. he cuts the conversation short by pulling you onto his lap, mumbling something like “i’d fail over and over when it comes to you” into your ear.

jean insists that no nut november is easy, that you just have to have control. and he claims he does. he does pretty good for the first week, you’ll give him that. determined to make him fail, you start sleeping in just a small shirt and underwear. jean cant stand your teasing anymore and decides to fuck you raw after a particularly tough day, november claiming another victim.

erwin takes it a little too seriously. he’s never heard of it until you brought it up to him the other day. interested, he decides to partake in it. and he fucking exceeds, much to your dismay. but as soon as december strikes, he doesn’t waste a minute more. he rams into you for hours with an ungodly amount of stamina for someone who was just practicing abstinence.

zeke thinks it’s a fun idea, as long as you join him in it. thinking it’ll be easy, you agree. turns out you both spend the entirety of november teasing the fuck out of each other, each being too stubborn to lose. zeke makes it a week before he’s quite literally on his knees begging you to get him off.

armin would like to try it. he doesn’t make you participate. he just does it to see how strong-willed he is. but that doesn’t stop him from getting you off. not being able to cum means not being able to fuck you, and he can’t stand it. so he eats you and fingers you daily, making sure you’re getting off. he can’t keep his hands to himself.

porco’s too confident in his ability to make it through the month. it’s all fun and games until he wakes up in the middle of the night with a throbbing boner. not thinking, he gently wakes you up and you two wind up having sex. it’s not until you’re cuddling after does he realize that he’s just lost.

reiner says fuck that. he won’t be participating. he hates the idea so much. you’re his girlfriend and if he wants to fuck you, he will. just for the hell of it, he pushes you up against a wall everyday, slamming you full of his cum. if this is no nut november, you’d hate to see destroy dick december. or love it.

bertholdt wants to partake in it for the ‘nostalgia’ of it all. but ultimately, he caves in because the desire for you is too great. you make him fail by wearing a low cut shirt and nonchalantly bending over to grab something, revealing too much cleavage. you wind up on your knees with his fingers in your hair.

please check out my jean fic 🤍

[sugawara-levi]

Paperwork

Reiner x fem!reader

2,8k words

Reiner has been busy at work and you miss him. You decide to visit him in his office.

cw: office sex, vaginal sex, creampie, unprotected sex, “baby”, moaning, established relationship, smut with feelings, mentions of him being bigger than you, sweet, they are not having sex they are making LOVE

It’s been a long time since you slept together. These days Reiner is always busy with work, with papers. Even though you know he doesn't have a choice, you can't deny that you miss having him beside you in bed. With his workload piling up he's always home late, and up and out again before you even wake up. You hardly ever see him, at this rate.

It's hard, being a supportive partner while missing him this much. While missing his mind, but also his body this much. You haven’t had sex in two months, and although it not what you needed most in your relationship with him, you still find yourself longing for his touch, his weight next to yours, under you, on top of you. Even at job you're spacing out, just longing for his hands to caress yours. To trail further, unbuckle your bra, cup a breast as he slid his hand under your shirt, to your back. Always tender, caressing your every inch. You close your eyes, trying to succumb to the daydream. He nibbles at your neck and knows all your sweet spots as his hands roam over your body, your chest, your butt cheeks. A moan escapes you as a hand travels down between your legs, trying to ease some of the tension that has built up over the last months.

“y/n”, you hear someone say, and you’re able to pull yourself out of it just before they round the corner, almost catching you in the act.

It’s no use, something has to be done.

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That evening you’re asleep as always when Reiner bounces into bed. An exhausted sigh leaving his lips before his eyes move over to the side, regarding your sleeping form, the covers moving up and down in tune with your breathing. Another sigh escapes his lips as he puts his hand on your shoulder giving it a short squeeze before sleep drags him away from the moment. Before you wake up, he’s gone again. Leaving the rearranged sheets the only trace of him having been there at all.

You sigh. Mornings just weren’t the same without him. And you repeat to yourself what you had noted yesterday: something has to be done.

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The next day you make a plan. Hopefully you will see him more by the weekend. It all depended on this Friday. You know Reiner got even more paperwork a couple days before, and Fridays were typically, like the rest of the weekend, filled with left-over work, tying up all the edges before getting ready for the next one.

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That Friday you managed to get off work a bit earlier. You had made up your mind to help ease his mind a bit, like your fantasies had eased your mind even just the tiniest bit.

An hour later you are at his office,

“he forgot his keys this morning”, is your excuse when his colleagues ask what you’re doing there.

“Ah right, he’s been working late recently”

“Yeah, just in case I’m asleep when he gets back” you say, a polite smile on your lips that noticeably doesn’t reach your eyes.

They return the saddened smile, maybe they know how much of a tool late night can take on a relationship. “He’s in his office”, they say, gesturing toward the corridor he’s in.

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You knock on his door, noticing the “bzzybee” sign on it before a grunt lets you know you can enter. It takes him a while to acknowledge your presence, he’s busy typing furiously on his computer, while simultaneously looking at a bunch of papers to his right. “Just a minute”, he says, still not looking up form his desk. You don't say anything, just looking around the room, not wanting to disturb him until he’s ready.

“What was it you-” he starts. You turn around at the sound of his voice as well as his chair pushing back as he gets up from his seat. He’s cut of mid sentence when he sees it’s you, and your eyes meet.

“Y/n”, he’s clearly confused by your presence.

“Hi” is your simple answer.

“Hi…” he answers, at a loss for other words.

You smile, keeping your spot on the floor.

“Hi.” he says again, more power to his voice this time, a smile tugging at his lips.

The two of you look at each other for a moment, he does not need to speak his confusion for you to understand that he’s wondering why you are here.

“I uhm…,

I brought your keys” his brows knit together for a moment,

“Is what I told the main office, but

but that’s a lie,

you didn’t forget your keys.”

He’s patient, he lets you speak, but he’s smiling now.

You take a few steps closer, but still a few steps from him, still with a desk between the two of you.

“I just wanted to see you”, you let out, but it’s more like a whisper, words that follow your breath, but with no real power to them.

He still hears them, a small chuckle his response.

You look up at him, not noticing you had been avoiding his gaze while talking. You knew he wouldn’t mind your visit, but still some nerves had crept up.

His gaze invited you to continue, still refusing to say anything more.

“So….” you take the challenge, his silence only serving to egg you on.

“So I came to see you.” You lock your eyes into his, smiling cheekily as you slide your butt onto his desk.

You got him, you know him well enough to know the almost silent “oh” that escapes his lips while he looks down at your butt on his desk, taken aback for a minute.

He struggles for a minute, the room is so quiet but you can hear wheels turning in his head. Another sigh as his head drops between his shoulders.

“Y/n, I’ve got to work…”, when he looks up at you again his demeanour is less collected than it was before.

You can’t help but be a bit disappointed, although you know the words to be true, and you also love him for his dedication.

“I know”, ass off the table you move around it to stand behind him, grabbing at his shoulders.

“I just wanted you ease your mind a bit” and you mean it too. In this moment all you want is to help him relax, the sex less important.

You continue to work on his shoulders, his head still hanging low between them. He groans and slumps back into his chair as you hit an especially rough spot.

The sounds he makes eventually brings your mind back to your initial plan for this visit. You make your way around the chair and position yourself in front of him, one leg on each side if his.

You pause for a moment, waiting for him to notice the change of scene, the change of mood. You slide your skirt up one of your legs, revealing skin, teasing, as you position yourself on his desk once again, legs spread out and place one in each side of his thick thighs on the chair.

He’s been looking at you quietly for all the while, the revelation of skin caught his attention quickly and for longer than it needed too before your eyes lock again.

“Baby…”, you know what he’s gonna say, there’s restraint in his voice. He should be working, should be finishing this project. But the tone of his voice lets you know the truth, how hard he’s trying to hold back.

“I know, baby, I know. Only if you’re up for it, no pushing.” No matter how much you want this you want him to be able to enjoy it too. It’s no good if his head is elsewhere, that’s not what you want for tonight.

He looks up at you, almost biting his lip. “Only if you want, Reiner.”, you repeat your words.

“Fuck”, he groans, pulling his chair closer, burying his head in your chest as he grabs for your hands on the table, holding them in his. “I do, I-”, letting go of your hands he pulls you closer, almost off the top of the table. You let out a little yelp, struggling for a second to keep upright. His upper body is now pressed against yours completely. “I do.” You chuckle. “I know you do, baby”. The two of you stay like that for a little while, you let him work it out as you stroke his hair between your fingers, smiling down at his face pressed towards your breast.

“Fuck it.”, in one swift motion he gets up from his chair, lifting you off the table in the process, and repositions you to lay on your back, butt hanging barely off the table, legs draped around his back as he’s bent forward over you.

He’s got your hands in a tight grip over your head as his lips start working on your neck, his free hand working on the buttons of your shirt so as to give him a bigger canvas. His lips follow as your shirt is pulled down over your shoulder, and he kisses and bites at your collarbone, knowing you don’t mind the marks as long as you can cover them with a turtleneck.

He frees his other hand from yours and grabs at whatever skin he’s managed to uncover from your shirt. His breathing gets heavy between sloppy kisses along your torso. You grab the edge of the table to steady yourself as he pushes his body down on yours, pulling you closer while also pressing his crotch against yours. You can’t help but let out an airy moan as he groans into your neck.

“Fuck, I’ve missed you baby girl”

Too far out of your mind to even think of a reply your hands are trapped by his once again as he latches for your lips, locking you under him.

You stay like that for a while, lips battling for dominance while his body clearly has the tool on yours.

“My tie-”, he says while pulling back slightly.

Freeing your arms from his grip you grab at his tie, freeing him from it quickly.

He grunts, and pushes your body down on the table one last time. Massaging your shoulders and breasts with large motions as your lips continue to clash, moans escaping the both of you.

The air begins to taste of salt.

He pulls your back up from the table, now seated you can get to work on his buttons. Too slow, he helps you, ripping the rest of it off, patience lost long ago.

You let out another moan at the feel of his body under your fingers, his skin, so close to yours. So much canvas, while he has too little of yours.

The rest of your blouse comes over your head, for the briefest moment he stops to look. While his hands are already working on the buckle of your bra his blue eyes glaze over your breast, adorned with the lacey bra you had chosen especially for this. Hoping for this, rather. The breath that leaves his mouth as your top comes undone is enough for you, enough for you to know that he saw, that he noticed. That he appreciated the choice of underwear, and that he knows you had probably planned it. You know him like that, after all, the small sounds reveal everything. You grin for a moment, before the smile is replaced by an open mouth and knitted brows, as he pushes your bodies together and grinds up into you.

You are so wet already, you can feel the dampness in your pants. The physical deprivation you’ve had to undergo making you so weak, merely the touch of his torso against yours could be enough for you. But it doesn’t have to be. And it won’t.

Haahh, he breathes into your ear, your breasts pressed up against his doing grand things for his lower body and mind alike.

For a moment all you can hear is your breath and his, working in tandem. Both of you too caught up in the feel of each other to be able to do anything else.

It’s you that starts the next step. A needy gasp followed by his name, your hands around his neck, in his hair, on the small of his back, encouraging him to move closer. And he does, bucks into you once again. The wait has done marvels for his dick, now rock hard against your vulva. He groans, you moan. Still too many layers.

A new resolve come over the both of you as you hastily make for his belt and zipper, and he goes for the one at the back of your skirt, unzipping it quickly while motioning for you to lift up your bottom and he slides the garments left on you body off of it. His trousers unbuttoned, it's easy work pulling them down enough to free his cock.

You’re back together like glue, his body, your body, it’s hard to tell where one ends and the other begins. It’s tender, but passionate, hurried, but patient. His hand on your jaw, the other, steady, between your shoulder blades. He likes it there, it reminds him of how small you are compared to him, how fragile, but yet so powerful. Your hands around his neck, pulling at strands of hair. Bodies becoming one, as you were made to be.

“Y/n…”

“Uh-huh”. A yes, you know, you need it just as much as he does.

He pulls away slightly, your hand moving down to help with the positioning. You scoot your ass a bit further off the table, holding more weight on the arm behind you instead.

Breaths.

With his cock in his hand he gives you a quick glance, making sure you’re ready, before he pushes into you.

Moans.

“Reiner.”

“Y/n.”

“Hnn”

It’s a mess, nothing makes sense, yet nothing has ever made more sense.

“ Haah… ”

You can’t tell which of you the sounds are coming from, probably from both of you.

He starts moving slowly and you can barely stay upright. Your head falls back and you eyes nearly leave your skull.

It’s a miracle you can fit him after all this time, he’s so full inside of you. You can feel all of him, his head, his veins, his pulse.

“ Fuuck ,

I can’t move, you’re too tight”

You soak up the feeling of him. With his dick inside you you finally feel whole again.

When he starts moving it’s very slow. You can feel the tip of his cock, pushing you open.

“ Hnn ”, it almost hurts.

He groans.  

Suddenly he’s all the way inside you, and you both pause, struggling for air.

“Fuck, y/n,

I’m gonna-

I can’t-“

Incoherent little words leave his mouth,

“Uh-uh baby, me too, just, hn , fuck me first.”

He’s not hard to ask. Your word is law as far as he’s concerned. It takes all his willpower not to cum right then and there.

He grabs your butt, bending his knees a bit more under the table, and starts fucking right up into you with all his might, just the way you like it. If you weren’t seeing stars already you certainly were now.

Neither of you last very long, it’s been too long, everything feels so good.

“Y/n, I’m gonna,”

“You can baby, I’m close too,”

And with that you can feel his body shuddering as he pushes into you one last time, and lets go. His cum inside you is enough to drive you over the edge as well, and the room is filled with echoes of your orgasms as the both of you come undone. Your hands all over him, his hands all over your, bodies morphed into one. Still breathing heavily, the air surrounding you is thick with the smell of sex.

As you cool down you notice how sweaty you’ve become, his chest sticking to your skin. So does some of his paperwork, you notice, and you shake your hand to get it off, noting how his once neatly stacked pile is now spread all over the desktop and floor.

You hear a breathy laugh in your ear,

“I really need to get rid of all this paperwork”, he smiles,  “I’ll talk to my boss about it first thing tomorrow.”

“Sounds like a plan”, you smile in return, stroking some of his damp hair away from his face.

“It’s way too sticky to have sex on anyway”

You both laugh, “I’ve missed you”, you let him know.

“Me too baby. I’ve missed you too, y/n.”, followed by a happy sigh as he wraps his arms around you one last time, holding you close, before you both get up to leave. Taking the way home, hand in hand.

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first date

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PROMPT: "i asked your father." "what?" "then i asked your mother because it's the twenty-first century." "i'm sorry, you asked them what exactly?" "well i don't really know how this works so i asked them for their blessing for me to take you out for dinner. it was a yes."

You and Reiner had been dating for a few months now, nearly a year but you haven’t been on one date. Of course you knew that there was more to dating than the going out every weekend, especially when you had a busy college athlete on your hands, but a part of you did want that kind of time with him. You were just too timid to express that to him. But you weren’t the only one with those same concerns on your mind.

Because Reiner didn’t want to seem like a complete idiot for not knowing the ins and outs of a date, he asked Sasha, your dearest friend.

“You’re pathetic.” Sasha said flatly when he had told her that he hasn’t taken you on any dates yet.

“I know, it’s just… I’ve been busy. Y’know the championship is coming up so we’ve been—“

“Making sure you’re in shape to win. Whatever, I get that. It just seems like you’re putting football over my Y/n and I don’t like that.” Although Reiner was in love with the game, he could say he loved you more. But he could understand why Sasha was feeling that way when he got caught up in training enough to forget about everything and everyone else.

“Can you help me, please?” Reiner pleaded.

Sasha rolled her eyes before opening her mouth to speak.

On a bright Saturday afternoon, you were home for the weekend and it was chill day for you and your family. While you were watching Netflix upstairs in your room, you were thinking about what Reiner was doing. You knew you haven’t had a chance to properly hang out with Reiner lately due to all the practices he’s been to, so you weren’t really mad about it. You just had to admit that you missed him sometimes.

That was also the reason why you were surprised that Reiner texted you asking if you were free. Of course you were free, it was a matter if he was free enough for you so you answered his question. Within seconds he was at your door.

“Y/n! The door!” You lazily got up to go downstairs to the door and was shocked to see Reiner at the door with a bouquet of flowers. You didn’t even know how to respond, as you’ve never been in such a situation.

“Reiner, hey… what are you doing here? With flowers?” You asked as you let him in and locked the door behind him.

“I know I probably should’ve let you know beforehand but I wanted to—“

Your mom came downstairs to see what was going on and was visibly flattered by Reiner’s flowers more than you were.

“Aww, Reiner~ We weren’t expecting you today. If I knew you were coming, I would’ve cleaned up a bit.” From your perspective, the house wasn’t even dirty. It just looked like it was lived in and your mom was being extra as per usual.

“No, it’s perfectly fine Ms. L/n.” Your mom looked at you and smirked then looked at Reiner again.

“So what’s the occasion?” Your mom crossed her arms over her chest. You knew that your mom would try to talk Reiner’s head off for a bit so you went upstairs to take a shower, brush your teeth, find some cute clothes to wear, and fix up your hair into something.

When you came back downstairs, your mom looked like she was finished talking and was ready to let you go wherever Reiner wanted to take you.

“Reiner is taking you out—“

“I figured, what happened to the flowers?”

“I was nice enough to put them in a vase for you. Thank you, mom~” You thanked her before joining your hand with Reiner’s.

“You ready to go?” Reiner turned towards you and you nodded.

“Bye, momma!”

“Have a good one, Ms. L/n!” And with that the two of you got in Reiner’s truck and drove off.

“So what made you wanna take me out today?”

“Well, because I love you. But also because I know I’ve been really busy due to the championship coming up and I didn’t want you to think I didn’t have time for you anymore.” Although you did a good job of convincing yourself that your boyfriend was a busy man and you respected that, a part of you did feel a bit of neglect because along with not going out, he also got bad at texting and calling so you did feel a bit insecure.

“And I didn’t want your parents to think I’m a douche or anything, so I did..” He hesitated a bit.

“You did what?”

“I asked your parents if I could take you out since this would be the first time.” Your eyebrows were raised as no one has ever went to that length for you before.

“I asked your father first on the way to your house,”

“What?” You were confused as to how he got your father’s number but you realized that the two of them would work out together every now and then.

“And then I asked your mother because it’s the twenty-first century,” He laughed. “I’m sorry if it seemed weird to do that, I’m just new to all this so I just wanted their blessing to… y’know.” You knew Reiner was getting a bit flustered because he wasn’t finishing his sentences and his words were starting to run together.

“Well thank you,” You got a hold of his free hand and squeezed it. “For being such a gentleman.”

His ears reddened at the tips as he raised your hand up to his lips, placed a gentle kiss on your knuckles. “Anything for you.”

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Number 88

Chapter 7 - Soft Launch?

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Riding then jerking him off

Armin eating you out

Armin praising your body

Dry humping

Pumping himself in your pussy

Sitting on his face

Jerking him off as he becomes a moaning mess

Rough pussy eating

Armin trying to gain your attention

Dry humping pt 2

Face fucking

Armin teasing you with his fingers

Squirting on his fingers

Rough cream pie

Playing with your clit, while fucking you

Slow passionate sex