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braunbakery · 4 years ago

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salvation, maybe (xi)

☞ reiner braun x reader [fem bodied] [chapter word count: 3.3k] ☞ spotify

☞ sfw, angst, fluff, post-season 3 [after 4 year time jump], season 4 spoilers

☞ cross-posted on ao3

☞ fic plot: you have walked these streets many times before. you have passed this bench many times before. you have seen this man (lost in his thoughts, always drifting, always looking lost) many times before. but this time, this time you take a seat.

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xi. the calm

your bed is bigger than reiner’s. you know this because as you lie on it through the late hours of the night, you have to make an active effort to be close enough to hear his every breath. below, the clobbering of the last-minute festival preparations echoes down the street and faintly disperses throughout the rest of liberio. you and reiner are meeting in the middle of your bed, lying on your sides and facing each other.

this is not the first time, and you hope it will not be the last. you think about the docks a lot, about what reiner said, about how close he was to fully pulling away. it was almost two weeks ago, but it still feels fresh, and it still feels raw.

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you both stayed sitting on the ground, chins resting on each other’s shoulders and arms gripping the fabric of each other’s jackets. reiner only started to get up when he realised he wasn’t the only one shaking anymore and your shoulders were shivering against him. he silently got up from the now cold wooden boarded ground and gently pulled you up as well by your elbows. he didn’t say anything. he didn’t say anything until you were well on your way to the gates.

“i’ll bring you home,” his voice was feeble, like he was afraid it would be a reminder of what he had confessed earlier. he had been repeating the phrase in his head over and over again, hoping that it would make its way out of his mouth at least once.

“you don’t have to,” you quietly responded, distracted by the way your fingers brushed against him when your arms swayed in opposite directions every so often. you wanted to hold his hand again, but you were afraid that would just make him regret telling you even more. (you wanted to hold his hand again, but you were afraid that you could not handle the guilt that might’ve weighed on you for still wishing to feel the calloused fingertips of someone who has hurt innocents).

“i do,” he said, and that was it. reiner’s eyes felt warm and tired, and all he really wanted was to return to his small, stiff mattress and succumb to the reaches of sleep. even if the nightmares interrupted. he wanted to put off drowning in the regret of laying the burden on you, and most of all, he wanted to desperately to distract himself from the voice at the back of his head telling him that you felt nothing more than pity. that you need an out from this mess you’ve found yourself in.

it was dumb, he thought. to be insisting on walking you home just because he was weak (in this moment and in the many before and the countless others that will follow). he wasn’t ready to leave you just yet and his fluctuating resolve, his contradicting desires, his ever-consuming guilt were starting to make him feel really fucking sick.

you weren’t sure what else you could say to him, and the silence just sowed seeds of doubt into your initial certainty that reiner would keep his promise. that he would stay. as you watched his eyes scan around the dark streets of liberio once you passed the gate (reiner offering the night guard a curt nod before walking straight through), you felt so pathetic to be silently wishing for some kind of reassurance that he would return for you (to you), when minutes ago he had just confessed to unspeakable atrocities. could you not almost taste blood in your mouth but still stay? could you not pity him and love him at the same time?

eventually you reached the front of your house, and after both of your lips parted and nothing spilled out except for painfully empty pauses in the silence of the night, you softly murmured ‘goodnight’ (could he sense the disappointment in your voice? was he overjoyed to finally see you leave?) and turned around. after you had twisted the doorknob and slightly opened your door, you spared a glance over your shoulder only to find that reiner hadn’t made the move to leave yet. you paused, hand still on the doorknob, and twisted your torso to face him.

“reiner?” you looked up at him, and his gaze was focused on the cobblestone beneath your feet.

“hm?” his eyes darted up to you, interrupted from the slew of thoughts of what he could say next, what he could’ve been saying for the past half hour, how he could express (how he could let himself express) that he was keeping his promise, even if it was going to tear him apart. and that you didn’t have to stay because you pitied him or because you were afraid of the solitude that would consume him if he couldn’t see himself in the reflection of your eyes.

you knew that your under eyes were puffy from past shed tears, you could practically feel it. but you just needed a small flicker hope to know that it would be okay. that he was choosing to stay and not just because you had practically begged him.

“do you…” you trailed off, slightly twisting the doorknob still in your hand in an attempt to make the words flow out of you faster, “will you…will you see me tomorrow?”

“you don’t have to worry about me,” he spewed out.

“…okay?”

“i mean–” he took a step closer to you and you dropped your hand from the doorknob, turning to fully face him, “i mean you don’t have to keep going with…this. because you feel bad for me or something.”

“i’m happy you told me that stuff,” you practically interrupted him, trying to fight off the tinge of mortification singeing down your skin at your inability to keep your thoughts in your head.

“you are?”

“yes. you don’t have to– i mean–i don’t want you to hide from me,” (please don’t hide from me, you were thinking, i want to know everything. i want everything. even if it hurts.)

“okay.”

and if there was one thing you could be certain about in this moment, it was that reiner was completely and irrevocably clueless about how much you wanted to lose yourself in him. about how much you thought about him, about how scared you were of losing him, even if you had only known him a handful of weeks.

and if there was one thing that reiner could be certain about in this moment, it was that you were entirely and blindingly clueless about how much he wanted to return to your arms more than breathing air. about how your smile and your voice and your eyes have offered him (graced him) with more peace than he has known for years.

“what if i want to keep going with…this,” you motioned your hand from him to you, and reiner’s eyes followed the movement before quickly glancing up at you, “because…” he was practically rendering your thoughts to mush with his stare (lips parted, hands shoved in their usual pockets, the anticipation in what you were going to say next squeezing at his insides).

“because…because i like you,” you sputtered under your breath, biting the inside of your cheek.

he thought he’d heard you wrong. maybe there’d been something more between your hesitant pauses. maybe the missing parts of your words were carried away by the wind. but when he looked at your expectant gaze, he was frozen in place (ears embarrassingly red, cheeks dusted with rose, relief so sweet that it was giving him a headache).

“i think…that would be okay,” he swallowed, his lips curling upwards as he watched you zero in on his flustered demeanour.

“it would?” you questioned, your heart starting to feel lighter as you watched him nod his head, smile never faltering.

“it would be okay,” he repeated.

“so, will you see me tomorrow?” you asked again and reiner couldn’t tell if you had any idea that you never even had to ask. that a part of him knew that he would always find his way back to you, whether it was intentional or not. that your eyes, the red slowly easing away from the whites, made it so he felt it was okay to give in to that part of him.

“and the day after that,” he echoed the remnants of your memory together at the park – the promise he had made to you then. the promise he was trying his hardest to let himself stick with now (just to watch the tension flush away from your shoulders and the nervous frown ease off of your face).

you said your goodnights (reluctantly. reiner stayed aimlessly hanging at your doorstep while you took more than the time needed to wave goodbye and close your door) and you went up to bed, ready to stay up for the remainder of the night, thinking of how he trusted you. of how that is all you could really ever truly wish for.

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after that, most of your days are spent together. most of the time, he leaves headquarters to meet you–

(“can you actually get us something this time, reiner?”)

or, other times, you come down to him, the newspaper you deliver always crumpled in excitement and reiner trying to ignore pieck’s teasing eyes, her insistence on asking if you want to come sit with her (and you graciously accepting each time, making reiner regret telling you that you could come down) and porco’s passing comments telling you to blink twice if you need help–

(“porco, what’re you doing?”

“getting a look at reiner’s girl. she look brainwashed to you, udo?”)

you watch the candidates training together, laughing whenever they shout up to you and when gabi’s voice never fails to drown them all out to make sure you witnessed her victory.

(“good job, gabi!”

“see, i told you guys she likes me best.”)

when he’s too busy (when zeke is scolding him for being distracted and is threatening to comment on his insolence to magath), he meets you at the door to your place when he knows you’ll be on your way home.

(“reiner, have you even had dinner?”

“yes.”

“…”

“does lunch count?”)

when the days are especially long you hear two faint knocks from your front door as the night sets in and, even if you’ve already seen him that day, you never have to open the door to know it's him.

(“hard day?”

“yeah.”

“come in, let’s sleep.”

“thank you.”)

(he never stops thanking you, even when there starts to be a vice chief-sized dent in your mattress.)

tonight, the banging down the street doesn’t cease, but you don’t mind because you’re captivated by reiner’s drowsy face and drooping eyes. he had arrived here an hour or two ago (late. really late. a last-minute meeting to discuss the festival the coming morning). his hand is gently wrapped around your exposed upper arm, his fingers absentmindedly trailing over your skin. he looks…peaceful. (his brows don’t knit together in his sleep as much anymore, but you don’t know that that’s only when he can be here).

with every deep breath he takes, the time between his eyes peeling open and slowly drifting closed gets longer and longer. you’re smiling at his adamance of not sleeping before you. you’re tired, but you’ll fight it off just to watch him rest. you’ll fight it, because you have a weird unexplained dread towards what the next day will bring.

reiner’s fingers tapping against the arm he has in his grasp cut you out of your muddled worrisome thoughts.

“the point of this is that we both sleep, you know,” he gazes at you through heavy lids, voice rough and permeated in exhaustion. you smile at him and shake your head against the pillow.

“so you just come here to sleep?” you playfully accuse, lifting up the arm in his grasp and covering his eyes with your palm. his eyelashes flutter against your skin. his grasp doesn’t falter as he gently pulls your arm back down to your side.

“you got it,” he teases and releases a breathless chuckle as he watches you roll your eyes. you place the hand tucked underneath you on his chest, drawing out small circles with your index finger and trying not to fall asleep to the sound of his steady breathing. when you look back up at him, you’re surprised to see that he’s still awake and his gaze is still fixated on you through light brown eyelashes.

“you should sleep now. you’ve got a busy day, right?” you’re attempting to coax him to let his eyes rest, even though you know he won’t until he sees yours close for good. now it’s his turn to shake his head against his pillow.

“can you not sleep?” he’s disregarding your previous advice and dropping the hand wrapped around your arm to drape it around your waist and slowly pull you closer to him. your breath hitches in your throat.

“i’m fine,” you whisper. reiner gives you a pointed look and sighs.

“what’s wrong?” he tugs you closer again, his nose practically knocking into the space between your eyebrows.

“nothing.”

he frowns. for a while, all you can really focus on is the drilling from afar. you feel bad, and you know he’s mustering up the remainder of his depleted energy to try and keep his eyes open for you. he told you, so why can’t you tell him? why can’t you voice this foreboding pulsing that’s aching beneath your stomach? when you take a breath and open your mouth, reiner’s eyes are widening as he tries to pull himself back out of the clutches of slumber.

“just…” (god, this sounds stupid), “do you think it’ll change anything?” reiner is scanning your eyes trying to register your question in his foggy mind.

“the festival?” you nod your head and he pauses in thought, “i don’t really know.”

when reiner watches your head slightly bow down in an attempt to conceal your disappointment, he’s kicking himself for not trying harder to understand what you’re saying (but to be fair, he’s been running on about five hours of sleep and the thought of seeing you for the past two days.)

“no. it won’t,” he concludes, and he can’t fight off the smile that’s tugging at his lips when you look up at him with enough hope to make him forget his own name, “it won’t. i’m still staying.”

(and you both know that, inevitably, he’s going to be sent off somewhere. you’ve both heard the talks of attempting to re-invade paradis, of the growing tension between marley and neighbouring nations. but he’s coming back. he has to. and he will stay.)

“okay.”

reiner shifts onto his back, tugging you slightly on top of him until you’re practically lying directly on him and your legs are tangled in his. you can hear his heart steadily pounding in his chest, and when reiner wraps an arm over you and uses the other to lightly pull the strap of your nightdress back up your shoulder, you struggle to remember a single moment before this.

you nestle into the crook of his neck and you think how nice it is to be held. how, even though you think you live for holding reiner and tucking him softly under your chin and feeling his stubble graze against your skin and holding him flush against your body when he awakens in the middle of the night, it is nice to be held as well.

“i have to get up early tomorrow to meet the warriors,” reiner speaks into the darkness of the room, resting his other hand on the nape of your neck. you shiver under his touch, despite how warm it always is.

“okay.”

“so, sleep in.”

“okay.”

“i mean it,” he insists, and you tap against his chest with your hand.

“fine, reiner,” and you can’t even to pretend to be annoyed by his adamance because you know he can feel you smile against his skin. your voice is practically seeping into his body and engulfing every part of him.

“i’ll meet you later in the day,” he says. your hands drop to either side of him and you push yourself up silently, reiner angling his head down to peer up at you hovering over him.

“you can’t even go a day without me, can you?” you tease, even though you know the opposite is just as true. (if not, more). you don’t know why your filter just falls away whenever the night falls with him. but the hammering of your heart at every touch and the nervous twitching of your fingers at every shyly hidden compliment and the sound of your blood rushing throughout your body every time you see him (like it’s the first time, like you weren’t with him the day before) never pass.

the hand resting on the nape of your neck carefully pulls your head back down into the crook of his neck and the arm draped around your waist tightens as reiner shifts onto his side again, still gripping you as close as possible to him. you can feel his breath on your shoulder, and you don’t make any effort to try and pull away from his engulfing hold.

“you’re right,” he quietly whispers, and the vibration of his tired voice from his neck warms your face (and now you’re gripping him tighter too), “i can’t.” when you press a light kiss to the side of his neck you don’t have to lift your head up again to know he’s smiling. you can tell from his bobbing adam’s apple.

“reiner?” you call softly. he hums in response, about to sink back to the depths of sleep, “i don’t mind getting up early, you know.” reiner turns his head and knocks his chin onto the top of your head.

“don’t even think about it.”

you’re both finally falling asleep, but your holds on each other never falter. the crash of machinery outside finally stops.

when you wake up, sunlight is streaming into your bedroom and you know the bed is empty before you’ve properly opened your eyes. the pillow reiner was using is expertly placed in your arms, in the same place where he was lying, and you’re silently rolling your eyes at him thinking that could even compete as a replacement.

but you can still smell him on it. and you can still feel the way you did last night and the way you always do when you’re around him, when you’re about to see him, because there is something about the promises he makes that grip your heart so tightly that it’s hard to think about anything else.

you don’t know that it’s the same with him. and you both don’t know that sometimes, when all is dark and overbearingly silent, the only thing that brings the two of you a modicum of warmth is holding onto those promises (regardless of whether or not you decide to let yourselves believe them, regardless of whether or not you know they’re unrealistic, regardless of whether or not you’re both painfully aware of the haunting four year timer).

‘i’m still staying.’

‘no matter how heavy it gets.’

‘and the day after that.’

‘i’ll always carry it with you.’

‘i’ll come back. i’ll see it through to the end.’

‘i’ll bring you someday.’

‘i’m happy to be a devil with you as well.’

you drift back to sleep thinking of the bar and headquarters and the laughter of the candidates and pieck’s sweet smile and porco’s teasing and zeke’s hum in gratitude whenever you give him the newspaper you’re carrying and the docks and the park and the cramped childhood bed and your own bed and the bench and the sun and reiner.

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taessstea · 4 years ago

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belly rubs💗

reiner braun x afab!reader (who has periods)

warnings: mention of period, mention of period pain, fluff

u just gotten ur period earlier this day and called reiner over for some comfort

scooting closer to reiner's big frame you were cuddling to his side as close as possible, trying to ignore the constant tugging in your lower tummy. you had just started your period when you woke up in the morning, the pain stirring you awake. the whole day you were laying in bed, eating your favorite snacks while watching miraculous ladybug on your laptop when you felt the sudden urge to get your boyfriend reiner as close as you could, calling him on your phone immediately after the thought occurred to you. now reiner and you were holding each other close in one another's arms. suddenly an especially uncomfortable tug in you stomach made you stir hugging your legs to your chest in hopes to ease the pain. "you alright, bunny?", reiner asked, his voice full of concern, eyebrows furrowed. uncomfort painting your face you only let a whimper out as a response. "come here.", he turned you around so your back was against his chest, your hips slightly angled onto his. one of reiner's pleasantly warm hands moving to your tummy starting to rub slow circles to reduce the cramps. the warmth of him in addition to his caring made you melt in his arms. "are you feeling a little better, love?", he questioned with a soft voice close to your ear. "yes, thank you reiner.", your quiet answer letting him realize you were slowly but surely drifting to sleep. after a while of cozy belly rubs and snuggling both of you were snoring absently in a deep slumber.

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tiazvni · 2 years ago

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no backtalk | multi.

words : 862

warnings : fem!reader, black coded, choking, squirting, mating press, backshots, dumbification <3

you squeak as your boyfriend pressed you further into the mattress, his heavy hand resting on your upper back, slotted just between your shoulder blades, forcing you into the meanest arch possible as he fucked you within an inch of your life.

his thrusts were deep in this position, and the sheer force of his strokes left you sobbing. with three orgasms having already been ripped from you previously - two from his thick fingers, and one from his mouth - your body has since gone limp, your mind buzzing with euphoric numbness.

“s-s’too deep, baby!”

your whines were hardly audible over the wet squelching of your pussy as he met you thrust for thrust, but from the sound of his airy laugh, you knew your boyfriend heard you loud and clear.

“too deep?” there was a teasing lilt to the low rumble of his voice. “you told me you could take it, sweetheart.”

oh, you know what you said, but that was the hennessy talking.

having been with your boyfriend for the past seven months, you felt that some liquid courage was required before telling him - the man with the biggest dick you’ve ever seen, and a cocky attitude to match - that you were finally ready for sex.

truth be told, drunk-you talked a big game. while you were normally shy and reserved, she had the confidence sober-you wished she could exude. your mind raced with flashbacks of you sitting on your boyfriend’s lap, whispering to him that you wanted to be stuffed full with his cock, boasting that you weren’t one for tapping out.

it was then when you realized that you bit off more than you could chew.

your breath catches after one particularly vicious thrust, feeling the bulbous head of his dick drag repeatedly against that spot deep within you that made you tremble and keen uncontrollably. though your cries were cut short when the hand keeping you molded to the mattress slithered around your throat, lifting you from your arch and pressing your back to his chest.

“and after all that backtalk.” he tsks, the warmth of his breath on the shell of your ear making you shudder. “i knew i’d have you dumb on my dick.”

you whimpered at the low timbre of his voice, nearing the precipice of your desire for a fourth time that night as his other hand snaked around to your front to rub tight circles on your clit. the overwhelming sensation makes your eyes roll back, your thighs shaking and pussy clenching as he continued to fuck you raw.

“shit,” he hissed, “you’re so fucking tight.”

he trembles behind you, groaning in your ear with each new thrust into your wet heat. a breathless giggle escaped your lips - you couldn’t help but feel a bit prideful at the thought of bringing such pleasure to a man whose body and stature were akin to a fucking god. that feeling was short-lived, though.

without any warning, he pulls out before manhandling you onto your back, towering above you with a feral glint in his eyes. he licked his lips at the sight of you - faux locs falling from your loose bun, bare breasts jiggling with each heaving breath, and shaky inner thighs glistening with your wet, creamy arousal.

you were absolutely breathtaking.

“so fucking pretty,” he hums, pushing your thighs to your chest to give himself a better view of your pussy. and without missing a beat he gripped his dick, pumping it a few times before slapping it against your clit.

you cry out, your eyes soon widening as he then teased your entrance with his tip, the slight stretch of his dick from this angle dangerous enough to make you delirious with both pain and pleasure.

“w-wait, wait!” you gasped, pressing against his abdomen the moment he sank a few inches deeper. “s’too much!”

“nah, move your hands,” he challenged. “you said you wanted to be full of my dick, right? let me fill you then.”

he bottoms out in one swift thrust before you can react, knocking the air from your lungs but still giving you a moment to adjust. it’s ridiculous how deep you could feel him - he was practically in your tummy.

“can’t believe you kept this pussy from me for seven months,” he seethes, but you hardly registered his words, or his tightened grip on your thighs. that blissful numbness in your brain had increased tenfold - nothing else mattered except how amazingly full you felt in that moment.

and then he started moving.

you screamed as the head of his dick attacked that spot within you once more - hard, heavy, and with timely precision - your voice reaching octaves neither of you were used to. the sensation had you quivering, your arousal suddenly squirting around his dick as your fourth orgasm hit you like a freight train.

“fuuuck,” your boyfriend groaned as he fucked you through it, shuddering at the feel of your cunt spasming around him. it nearly triggered his own release, but he managed to hold off, craving to have you completely and utterly pliant before finally giving into his primal urges.

“i hope you know we’re not done here, sweetheart.”

gojo, eren, toji, zeke, geto, reiner, choso, jean, and any of your faves <3

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killxio · 2 years ago

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bluecollar!reiner headcannons

word count: 725 [ 2 min 40 sec read] | ✪ content warnings: smut, kitchen sex, blue collar men :/ but a good one, p in v sex in general, fingering.. uhhh

bluecollar!reiner x black!reader / constructionworker!reiner x black!reader

✭ you and your blonde-headed personal bob the builder

bluecollar!reiner who does construction and pools.

bluecollar!reiner who sleeps like a LOG. like, has rolled over ontop of you on multiple instances and it’s taken having to literally slap him to wake him up.

bluecollar!reiner who absolutely throws down at cookouts and get togethers, you and your friends and family are just so good in the kitchen and babyboy needs to EAT.

bluecollar!reiner who works so hard because his favorite view of you is on a beach, or poolside at a fancy resort taking his cock in a risky, barely covered blind spot.

bluecollar!reiner who, 8/10 times cannot sleep without your manicured fingers scrubbing at his scalp or smooth palms scanning over his body and rubbing soothing circles.

bluecollar!reiner who sometimes brings you small bouquets if the landscape of the construction site he’s on has some pretty ones for the taking.

bluecollar!reiner who saved the petals from those flowers and proposed to you surrounded by them.

bluecollar!reiner who walks so hard for literally no reason. :/ like, he comes home late after pushing through the end of his customers pool build and i stg you think the rapture is occurring. it took you a few months of dating to get used to the fe-fi-fo-fum ass walking he does but even sometimes he still manages to wake you up.

reiner finally emerges in the bedroom after putting away his lunch box and heavy work boots to see his poor poor fiancé glaring at him from underneath a pillow.

“i woke ya’ didn’t i?”

“yes mister braun. you did.😐”

bluecollar!reiner who does that thing in the gym where he uses you as a weight for his pull ups sometimes. your lock screen is a photo of you smiling as reiner is doing a pull-up and you can see his abs on full display overhead.

bluecollar!reiner who looks forward to the massages you give him every night, working out the knots in his shoulder blades, soothing the aches in his biceps..

bluecollar!reiner who thanks you for the massages by doing you one better:

the plat plat plat of his dick sliding in and out of you resonates through the room, and your back is arching off the wall. reiner was supposed to be carrying you back to bed after a show and a massage on the couch, but here you are only halfway down the hall and coating his dick in cream.

“please please kiss me” you plead, feeling the knot in your stomach tighten and swell.

he huffs a little and between your deep kisses you can feel the stubble of his beard.

“reiiiii ‘m gonna cummmm” you whine, looking at him with that hazy glint in your eyes as you release on him.

“good girl, so so good for me doll.”

bluecollar!reiner who’s socials are empty besides a few photos of you or you and him and MAYBE a selfie.

bluecollar!reiner who you send video rants to throughout the day to keep him company while he works. he responds with videos of his own if he can.

you open the video reiner sent twenty minutes ago.

he’s propped his phone up on the back of his truck, his work shirt is absolutely covered in wet cement so as he’s responding to whatever you said in your previous video, he’s taking off his shirt and putting on a new one.

“.. oh yeah and lunch was amazing. not burnt or overcooked. thank you princess.”

his video ends after a quick wink and pop of his gum. meanwhile, you’re thinking about the way reiner was far from concerned about his lunch while you were trying to make it. he had you bent over the counter, knuckle deep in your cunt and tongue circling your clit. reiner wasn’t focused on anything besides the way your wetness was dripping down his arm, but you’re busy struggling to keep tell him about the food on the stove.

“r-rei baby.. i have- fuck.. i have your lunch for t-tomorrow- ah.. on the stoveee.”

“uh-huh.. god this pussy is so fucking delicious.” he says, only coming up for air for a brief second and continuing to ravage you.

bluecollar!reiner who has a photo of you on the dashboard of his work truck.

bluecollar!reiner who loves letting you ride him slow while he talks over the plans and spreadsheets for the next big project he has.

bluecollar!reiner who loves you to the moon and back and will build anything for you.

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quills-of-freedom · 2 years ago

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Short story ~

First time with Reiner Braun 🌺

Female-bodied reader X Reiner Braun

Reiner had been acting strange since the two of you shared an interrupted kiss a week ago - and now you're partnered together on wilderness training. What could possibly go wrong?

Includes: Confession of love. 18+ only ~ fluff ~ smut

Reiner had been acting weird all day, but you couldn’t really blame him. The last time you were alone together, you'd ended up locking mouths in a steamy kiss. You hadn’t spoken about it since – You hadn’t really had the chance. Between training and having your classmates around, it was a perfect cover to avoid a potentially awkward conversation.

When Shadis announced that for this exam, you would be teamed up together, you both internally groaned.

You had another two years of training, and you were bound to wind up alone together again at some point. You'd both made sure that during the entire hike, you didn’t let one silence befall the conversation, which would force you to talk about the inevitable subject of the heated kiss.

It was quite comical, actually.

Constant talking either about your task, your friends, or at one point even pondered and speculated if a person got a sunburn in front of a cannibal; would the cannibal start watering at the mouth?

Anything to not talk about the kiss.

It’d been a whole week since the incident and it wasn’t like you didn’t want to address it. The both of you just didn’t want to know the other's thoughts on the matter. You both had serious reservations about it; you were totally focused on training and not fooling around, unlike some others in their class.

And yet…

The kiss only fanned the flames of the huge crush Reiner has had on you since day one. The crush that, over the last twenty months, had developed into something a lot deeper. He’d kill for you. He thought about that only earlier when you had made a joke about something and it really tickled him to the core; resulting in a loud belly laugh. So, when the sun was starting to set and you had found a good place to camp for the night… that was when things would inevitably go south.

“Hey Ba- uh, y/n?” Reiner called out in a chilled horror. Not only from the slip of the tongue but also from what he had discovered in their shared backpack.

You were only a few feet away, starting a campfire when a small laugh left your sweet lips. “Did you almost call me Bertolt?”

No. I almost called you “babe”

“Uh, yeah. Sorry. But we have a problem.” “What is it?” You frown, heading over.

He pulled a large, folded bit of material out of the pack. “…We only have one tent.” You looked at him like he spoke another language. “So? It’s not the first time we’ve had to share a tent with a partner during training. I had to share one with Jean last year.”

I bet Jean would have loved that…

It was a running joke amongst the men about when they had to share sleeping quarters with the women, and how they’d lie on the very edge, all limbs tucked in and never once touching them for fear of a testosterone-induced erection.

“Yeah, but I’m a big guy.” He lied, not once being concerned about that at all. “Get over yourself.” You chuckle, nudging him playfully as you returned to what you were doing.

Reiner solemnly obeyed and began to set up the tent, his frown pulling at his face the entire time. He will not get any sleep – being so close to… you. Alone… Miles away from anyone. After you'd kissed. He swallowed hard as he fumbled with the poles, wanting to be out of this situation. Reiner Braun was desperately in love with you and he was supposed to be keeping away. If you kiss again, he’s a total goner. There would be no way he could reject you if you reciprocated his feelings, even in the slightest. Luckily, the kiss had been interrupted so he didn’t know how you truly felt. He thought that if he never knew, it’s a problem he would never have to face. His fingers clumsily began to fix things together; you already had the fire going and preparing dinner. His eyes almost began to water at the thought that he was about to get your famous, amazing cooking. Sasha had been furious he was paired with you. His chest tightened and his head became fuzzy. He wished he didn’t have to be in such a complicated situation; he would just ask you to marry him already.

“You need help?” your voice called over after he dropped the pole fixtures for the third time. “Huh? Uh, no I got it.” He wavered a hand dismissively without turning around.

What the hell am I going to do? He panics in silence.

Eventually, the sun had set and the tent was erected, the two of you sitting by the fire after you'd eaten. The warm orange glow of the flames encased the two of you cosily, as Reiner sat back and patted his stomach in awe.

“Amazing. As always.” He smiled. “Thank you.” “I’m glad you liked it.” You beamed beautifully.

Surrounded by the trees under the stars and being embraced by the warm glow of the flames; You now began to feel weird about the intimate moment you'd had. It wasn’t very often you had time alone and your feelings for him remained the same since. The pair of you sat back, gazing up at the stars in comfortable silence.

“It feels like we haven’t stargazed in forever,” You commented quietly. “I bet Marco is looking at them now too.”

“Yeah, he will be.” Reiner marvelled.

Another silence.

He noticed you had been pretty quiet since you began relaxing by the fire. You were wondering why he hadn’t mentioned the kiss. He’d had plenty of time now. Maybe he regrets it? You bite your lip at the thought, eyes lowering to the flames sadly. God, he’d grown on you a hell of a lot and you resented that fact. It hurt to think he didn’t feel the same. Reiner noticed this.

Shit, she looks sad. Is it because he hadn’t mentioned the kiss?

Should he ask? There’s no way he would ever stand for you feeling down, let alone because of him.

What the hell should I do?!

His brain hurt. More so, his heart. You flinch a little in surprise when he slowly crept his hand across the ground and intentionally skimmed his skin across your fingers. He didn’t look at you though. It was his way of sending an impossible telepathic message of; Don’t be sad. I can’t say it but God, I love you. You, however, assumed it was an accident.

Ah hell. I’m going to have to mention it. I can’t see her feeling down.

He took a deep breath.

“You alright? You look a little down.” His usual façade of serious, concerned solider coming out.

“Oh? I’m fine.” You lied.

He knew you were lying. He knew you too well.

“It looks like it’s going to rain though.” You noticed the thick clouds that were rolling in, beginning to block the view of the stars. “We should get some sleep.” “R-right.” Reiner nodded, deflated. He didn’t know what he expected. His heart, body and soul ached for your lips against his again, but his mind screamed to stop being an idiot. As you go inside to get ready for bed, he stood and began to snuff out the flames of the fire, along with any hope he’d had of being with the woman he was so desperately in love with.

Sure enough, as you lay facing away from one another, the sounds of soft pattering began to tap the tent above your heads. You lay back-to-back with as big of a gap between you as possible; what the small tent would allow anyway. Reiner’s arms were tucked up around his chest and his eyes were wide. You had your limbs tucked away too but that was for a different reason – as always when you camped out, you were freezing. It didn’t matter the season. As soon as that sun sank below the horizon, your body temperature would drop. Reiner on the other hand was like a big insulated heater, sleeping in just his underwear under his sleeping bag. His heart thudded harshly against his large chest.

She’s just there! Kiss her! Talk to her! Tell her how you feel…

He’d been close to telling you a few times over the course of the last month or so. He couldn’t help it. Even before you shared that kiss, his feelings would bubble up to the surface and almost spew out of his mouth. He’d always managed to stop himself though, although it was getting increasingly more difficult each time. You were just so… perfect. And he had to say something before Eren sinks his claws into you. It was evident how he felt about you, too. Heck, half the class had some sort of crush on you. Not only were you extremely attractive and half of his classmates wanted you, but you were strong. Smart. Funny. Caring… His eyes closed in a frown as he listed the endless attributes he loved about you in his head. He was fighting a losing battle, and he knew it.

Bertolt. Annie. Marcel. I’m sorry. I tried… I really did.

He glances back and that’s when he noticed you curled up in a ball, shivering. His eyebrows furrowed. “…You cold?” “Y-yeah.” He instantly turned onto his side to face you, his sleeping bag rustling against the fabric of the tent.

“You should have said something. ‘C mere.”

With a sigh, he sat up and began unzipping your sleeping bag. “What are you doing?” your teeth chatted. “Helping you warm up. I doubt you wanna get sick and miss training.” You averted your eyes away from him when he unzipped his bag and fastened them together into a double. You knew he slept in his shorts. Your breath catches in your throat as he wraps his big, strong arms around you and pulling you back against his warm chest; heat rolling off him and encasing you like a huge bear was holding you. His scent rolled off him and embraces your sense of smell, relaxing you immediately. He kept his pelvis away from you, his manhood already stirring awake and he didn’t want to make you feel uncomfortable.

“T-thank you.” She whispered, still trembling. “Don’t mention it.” He sighed, silently kicking himself.

I definitely won’t be getting any sleep now.

Your heart almost stops when his head rested and lay between your neck and shoulder, his hot breath blanketing your skin. Rushes of unexpected heat ran down your body to in-between your legs and seemed to just pool there. His brows furrowed behind you; inhaling the intoxicating scent of you silently. Although he was trying his hardest not to brush his hips against you, he still felt so comfortable having you in his arms like this, like you were supposed to be in them. He was meant to protect you. To care for you. To love you. His mind flutters back to how he’d almost told you he loved you before. He’d hinted so hard but you just looked at him like he was crazy, not understanding what he was trying to tell you. When he was around you, it was like all of his troubles just melted away. Colours seemed brighter, his worries were brushed aside and life was just… amazing. You made him laugh, he could tell you anything (almost) and you always knew what to say to make him feel better after a particularly rough day.

But to him, the best part of it all was how excited you got him for the future. One that was bleak and full of sorrow was spun upside down and into a promising one, brimming with all possibilities.

“I have something I need to tell you.” He said softly, not able to stop himself this time. Maybe it was being this close to you that sent him over the edge. Or maybe it made it easier that you were facing away from him.

“Hm?” you hummed softly; your eyes closed and enjoying the warm embrace.

“…I love you.” That was it. It was out. There was no way to suck those words back into his lungs.

The tense, pregnant silence within the tent was only filled by the light tapping of the rain against the material that covered you both. He felt you tense in surprise, eyes flying open. You swivelled around to face him, eyes searching his narrow golden orbs for any sign of deception. But there wasn’t any. A crimson flush washed over his cheeks.

“I… I mean, you know –” he began before you silence him by pressing your lips against his. Both of your eyebrows pulled back as if pleading above closed eyes, his hand cupping your face, thrilled to be kissing you once more.

You pull away, your own pink hue colouring your face. “You… Love me?” you ask, voice soft and sweet.

He pressed his head against hers, closing his eyes and nodding. “ y/n, I’m crazy about you.” He whispered in honesty. “I always have been.” “…How crazy?” you teased, trying to tear away any awkwardness or negative feelings in his confession. He smirked. You know just how to make him comfortable. He grinned slyly, looking in your eyes. “Oh, absolutely insane. I should be getting carted away to the asylum, with Sasha and her potatoes behind me.” You laugh beautifully, heart swelling with joy. Even that dumb little exchange, confirmed to you that you definitely felt the same.

“So, you don’t regret that kiss…?”

“Of course not.” He replied, eyes returning to a desperate pleading. “I was just having a hard time accepting that I’ve come to cadets to be a soldier and…. Ended up meeting the woman I wanna marry.”

Every word that left his lips felt like a warm pleasant jab to your heart. “You… Wanna marry me?” you whisper, totally blown away by the intensity of this confession. “I do.” He admitted shyly. “You don’t deserve anything less. It’s just how I feel… Sorry” “You know…” you whisper shyly. “It’s more efficient to share body heat when you’re both naked.” His eyes enlarged and his breath caught in his throat, causing him to cough. You let out a cute giggle. “That’s if… You’d want to.” You added adorably. “Are you sure?” he whispered, praying you would say yes. You nod in reply. “I want you, Reiner.” You breathe. “I love you too. I want… you to make me yours. I want to be yours.”

Reiner was bombarded with emotion. Elation. Excitement. Arousal. Not to mention he was beginning to wonder if this were a dream. If he were going to cruelly wake up next to Bertolt and his weird sleeping positions. There’d been countless times he’s imagined you uttering those words in his head; sometimes while stroking his own cock. He’d lost count of how many times he’d furiously tugged himself while you occupied his mind. But as his feelings for you deepened, they became less and less so; guilt always creeping into his conscience. He just respects you too much.

He propped himself up on his elbow, running his now trembling fingers through your hair. “I don’t want to hurt you.” He breathes. “You won’t.” You shake your head. “I mean, it’s okay if you don’t want to, I under –” He put his arms under the sleeping bag with great speed and shuffled a little, before pulling his shorts out and throwing them to the side. You let out a laugh when he returned to his original position with haste. He returned your laugh.

“Okay…” You muttered shyly. “Look over there for a moment”

He turned around obediently as you begin to nervously undress under the now warm sleeping bag. All he could hear under the movement of you undressing yourself was his heart pounding in his head.

There’s no way this is real and happening.

His cock was already hard at the thought of you undressing inches away from him. His previous reservations about being teamed up with you quickly washed away as you threw your clothes to the side, before nestling back down and hiding under the cover.

“Alright… You can come back.” You inform him. At the speed of a firing bullet, he turned back around; painfully keeping his eyes glued to yours. His arm flinched, about to pull you back into his embrace but he hesitated. “Are… you sure?” He asked again, not able to believe the situation. “Yes.” you giggled, nervously. His arms snaked around you, his narrow orbs keeping their gaze on your eyes as he pulls your now naked form against his.

His eyes enlarged and jaw slackened when he feels your satin soft skin against his, bare breasts pressing against his hard chest and your lower stomach and groin against his solid erection. A gasp parts your lips as you feel, not only how hard he is, but how big.

“R-Reiner…” you couldn’t help but stammer, your face heating up as well as your insides. A pink hue raises over his cheeks, not having really thought through the situation.

He was nervous. He was excited. He was close to hyperventilating.

Your lips softly press against Reiner’s once more, fingers grazing across his scalp, your breathing heavy and needing. His arm snakes around your stomach, his brow pulled down and creased while his nose pushes out a blow of air, his heart hammering and his cock leaking with pre-cum. You could feel it weeping against your flesh as it throbbed and danced against your lower stomach.

You pull back for a moment; “Reiner. Only take me if you’re going to cherish me. This won’t be a one-time thing for me…”

He catches your gaze, lips parted and eyes still hungry. “Of course. I meant what I said.” You smile - elated at his words as you return your kiss, hands roaming his ridged, solid muscles. His mouth moves down to your neck, with slow and tender kisses - each one sending jolts of searing hot electricity through your entirety.

Reiner’s breath is deep; quivering and panting as he tries to hold back his eagerness and excitement.

“I’ve wanted you for so long…” He groans, his large palm pushing your arm above your head as he hovers over you a little, his fingers interlocking with your own, still kissing you deeply.

The pink hue across his face was deepening to more of a crimson, his eyes heavy-lidded and jaw slack the entire time. The way he kisses you is with such compassion, such tenderness. He grazes his large nose against yours, hands caressing your hair as he keeps himself steady over you, before gingerly rolling on top of you completely, keeping himself suspended with his forearms. He made sure every single graze, every grope was as gentle as possible - afraid of his lumbering huge form would somehow break you as you explore one another’s bodies, tongues entwining in a slow dance within your mouths. Deep, short groans vibrated his throat and chest from time to time, and not once did that furrowed look of desperation leave his face.

The only sounds that could be heard were the kisses, whines and groans as well as your laboured breath and the pattering of rain against the tent. He suddenly stops the kiss, placing his head against yours and rubbing his large thumb across your cheek, back and forth.

“I’m happy to just do this.” He breathes, wanting to prove to you that he really was just so happy you felt the same. “We don’t have to do anything else.” “I want to…” You reply, the snake coiled within wrapped far too tightly to be ignored now. “I want you to make me yours. Really, make me yours…"

He nods - returning his kiss, his top lip folding as his lusted haze results in him missing his mark slightly. God, it was hard for him not to touch you between her legs. But he’s a gentleman. He didn’t want to unless he knew one hundred per cent that you were sure.

Taking his fingertips, he nervously and slowly grazes them down your stomach to your pubic bone, pausing before taking a leap of courage - his calloused pads grazing down your clitoris and to your soaked lips. You both gasp at the sensation. The feeling of his warm, large fingers against your most intimate area was indescribable. And for him, your thick slick was heavenly.

“Is this all for me…?” He whispers in awe and disbelief, his shoulder flexing with his movements as he continues to slowly stroke you. You nod, biting your lip. He swallows hard, eyes closing for a moment before returning to yours. “It’s my first time. I won’t last long.” “I don’t care.” You groan, pulling him by his head for another deep kiss.

As much as he wanted to enter you, he refused to allow himself yet. Instead, his lips trail down your body, your eyes locked onto his broad back, flexing with every tiny movement as his head moved, his lips connecting with every inch of skin it could find - his hands gently rubbing and massaging - memorising every single gasp from your mouth. Every hitch of breath. He would remember where he’d been when you'd made those noises and made sure he damn well took it all in. His kisses remained so gentle, so tender…

He lets out a gasp as his hot breath caresses your skin - it was satin soft and felt better than he'd ever imagined. “Reiner…" You breathe involuntarily, fingers running through your own hair. A groan vibrated his entirety hearing you say his name in such a way. Your tone, desperate. Wanting him. Needing him. All things he'd day-dreamed about for two whole years. And it was actually happening. He felt like the luckiest man in the world. He was going to savour this moment. He leans back with shaking breaths, his fingertips gently grabbing your calf and lifting up your leg, his eyes not leaving yours as he grazes his lips down your inner thigh. Before you knew it, your back was arched in such wonderful pleasure as he leans down and encases his mouth over your bloom.

You watch the muscles in his shoulders and back flex under his skin as he slowly and sensually makes out with your slit, placing your leg up over his shoulder. "Ah~~" You melodically sing, eyes clasping shut. He grunts into you, the vibration of his vocals only adding to how good it all felt.

He tries to ignore his aching cock, now so hard it was dancing in rhythm of his pulse, begging for some friction as he watched the love of his life bare and vulnerable in the most beautiful way for him.

His tongue pin-points your bundle of nerves and he begins to flick it and roll his warm, wet muscle against it.

The deep cherry hue across your cheeks darkened further as he relentlessly invades your most sensitive spot.

How can this feel so good…? Your legs began to shake and you try your best to stifle your moans, biting down on your finger.

Reiner continues, slowly massaging the insides of your legs as he works you, his brows still furrowed and desperate, eyes now closed as he drinks in the moment. Something primal was taking over him and it was all so new. This was his woman. He'd die for you. He was made to protect you, make you happy and feel good. He whimpers into you, unable to handle all of these feelings and emotions.

He begins to rock his head up and down, his mind flashing of how jealous every single one of his friends would be if they knew. But he wasn't going to tell them. This moment was sacred to him. Your fingers run through his hair as it felt as though you were being pushed higher and higher.

"R-reiner…" You whimper as you reach realms of pleasure you didn't even think were possible. He picks up his pace thinking about how he hopes and prays you would use him for all of your needs in the future. If you're ever feeling fired up, he'd be more than happy to just have you ride his face into bliss and nothing else.

The golden moment approaches as he relentlessly keeps flicking his tongue until you go higher and higher and… Your legs tense and begin to shake, eyes close as you rides your huge orgasm through heavens gate.

Shit… Reiner thinks, totally now boarderlining into feral territory of arousal, having his love come undone into his mouth.

He slows to a stop when he feels your legs relaxing, his mouth not stopping and trailing kisses hungrily back up to your stomach, breast, neck and lips.

"You're so perfect." He whispers heavy lidded between kisses and burying his head into your neck. "I love you. God, I love you…"

Tears pricked both sets of eyes at how heightened and intense everything was.

"Make me yours…" You whisper back before nipping his earlobe with your teeth. He instantly returns to your face, cupping it and his muscular back hunches - his free hand grabbing the large base of his shaft.

“You ready for me, baby?” He breathes. You nod. He lines up his gleaming, pulsing head before pushing gently, your tiny entrance being invaded by him as he hisses, your finger returning to your teeth to stifle how amazing you feel.

He pushes harder. “ Y-y/n…" He whimpers, totally overwhelmed both with physical stimulation and emotion.

He gently removes your hand from your mouth. "Don't try to be quiet… I want to hear you. I want to hear how good I can make you feel…" He pushes again, a little firmer, his head popping in past the first hurdle. You cry out in surprise, pleasure and a little bit of pain.

“You okay?” He asks, sounding like he’s just finished sprinting a whole cross-country race. He paws your head gently. “Yeah…” He pushes again, your tight insides slowly ingesting him like a snake with a large meal - your ridges massaging him as they spasm with glee around him - his moans now a lot louder than before, as he jitters to a stop at the hilt.

“Fuck…” His tone sounds like he’s about to burst into tears as he slowly starts to pull out and slide back in again.

He's always tried his best not to curse around you, but this time it just poured out of him from how good it all felt. It felt like he had to fight the urge to burst into tears of joy just from how amazing it all felt. Encased snuggly, deeply inside of the most beautiful woman he'd ever seen.

The full feeling of Reiner Braun was better than ecstasy, his girth pushing and stretching you, his cock bending up slightly at the tip, already pushing against your g-spot as he trembles above you. With each slow thrust, your pleasure being pushed to an impossible new high, your nails sinking into his large back as you clung onto him for dear life - tears pooling at the corners of your orbs from how amazing it all felt. Like the only two people in the world were you and him, souls connected and swirling around the cosmos in the eternal dance of lovers.

His fat head that curved up slightly kept hitting a spot you didn't even know you had, making each slow drag of his king cock feel even better. The full feeling of him was beautiful, his short pubic hair also friction against your previously licked sweet spot.

Reiner didn't know what to do - it was all too much but in a good way. He'd never felt such pleasure like it and his hands roam your body; breasts, ass, hips, legs, face… he's spoilt for choice.

He pushed himself right in and stopped, his heavy breathing steaming up the air as he presses his forehead against yours. Your tunnel spasmed and clenched around him, massaging and milking him with strength.

"Urgh…" He groaned loudly as he feels your insides gripping him and trying to pull him in further. "S-so beautiful…" He runs his fingers through your hair gazing into your eyes. He pulls back and thrusts, this time more firmly. Your breasts bounced and eyes closed, your lips parting.

"Look at me…" He husks.

Your eyes open and lock onto his in a haze.

"I want you to keep looking at me…" he swallows hard as he painfully slowly drags himself out, before pushing in again.

"Ah ~ ! Reiner ! I can't take it, it's too good…" You beg, not really knowing exactly what you're begging for.

"Let me do this…" he pulls out slowly. "Whenever you need me to… please…" He thrusts harder.

"Ah ~!" His hand gently takes your chin. "Promise me you'll let me fuck you forever."

Thrust.

"Yes! Yes! Reiner, I - I'm going to…"

“Oh, baby…” He groans, eyes rolling as he plunges a little faster. “Me too. It feels so - n’urgh. So good…”

“Reiner!” You sob hysterically as you snap, coming undone around him as your legs tremble and head throws back. As you unravel around him, your name leaves his lips over and over and over again, each time louder than the last, as his thick and large cum shot explodes inside of you, his atomic detonation causing mass devastation as his legs quiver and eyes cross.

He leaves himself buried inside of you as he catches his breath, desperate whimpers escaping his vocal chords as he plants frantic kisses against your neck and cheek.

You stare into the void, the violent after shocks of your orgasm sending shivers throughout your entire body, the spasms of your insides squeezing and releasing Reiner's slowly softening dick.

"That was... amazing..." You hear him from somewhere below you as you're still floating in the clouds of satisfied haze. "I - I told you I wouldn't last long."

You silence him by running your fingers through his hair.

It didn't matter.

You were together now and nothing was going to take this high away from you.

#reiner brainrot #reiner x you #reiner x reader #snk x reader #reiner braun #snk headcanons #reiner snk #snk x y/n #snk #aot #aot smut #snk smut #snk reiner #reiner imagine

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br4tphobia · 2 years ago

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— Reiner that type of bf to be OBSESSED with you. treating you like youre the first goddess he’s seen step on earth, bc you are! he’ll do anything for you, and he means it. he doesnt want u doing anything for him, not in a rude way. youre washing dishes? “go lay down babe..i got it.” CHILEEEEE , if youre tired you both would js lay in bed while he rubbin yo feet n shii🤭🤭 kissin all up on you! the type to kiss up your back in the morning, grinding onto you. the best way to start to mornings with him, do NOT started on sex..😭‼️ his thick cock stroking you deep hitting all the right spots. he aint done with u until yo lace liftin, yo edges sweating n urrthang! and while hes doin that he will worship thee FUCK outta you. fucking you stupid and still calls you “pretty” “beautiful” “stunning”. the after care! lord he doesnt want u lifiting a finger! he’ll wipe you down, fix yo lace 💀, dress you and bring you water! hes so unperfectly perfect. he loves you and you love him!! 🤭🫶🏾

#reiner x reader #reiner x black reader #reiner headcanons #reiner x y/n #aot reiner #attack on titan #attack on titan headcanons #reiner x you #reiner imagine #black reader #aot x poc!reader #aot x black reader #reiner braun #reiner braun x reader #reiner braun x black reader #reiner brainrot #﹕🪽・vals drabbles ! ・✩

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chrollos-crown · 2 years ago

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you cannot convince me that reiner isn't the most gentlemanly gentleman of them all!!

i can just see him being the kind of partner that REFUSES to let your pretty little self do as much as lift a finger, i hope you enjoy being a passenger princess & a pillow princess. i can see reiner getting legitimately upset whenever u don't wait for him to come around the front of the car to open the door for you, a distinct frown forming on his lips and a pouty face that he decides to wear all day because how could you?!?!! and don't you DARE fall asleep on the ride home because he'll be more than happy to carry you inside like the gentle giant he is, refusing to let you walk on your own two feet regardless of if you wake up or not. Reiner's the type of partner that would almost always wake up before you so that he could make you breakfast as well as quietly set your fluffy robe & slippers at your bedside, ready to be worn once you wake up. ofc he can't forget your cup of coffee, the ratio of which he has seared into his brain, knowing just the right amount of sugar and creamer to add from watching you pour yourself a mug all these years. the man is ENAMORED with you!! one of his favorite things to do is watch your body slowly rise and fall as you sleep peacefully next to him in your shared bed. he almost always reaches out to move some stray hair out of your face and almost melts like putty once he notices the faint smile adorning your features. and after a long day of spoiling+pampering you, rei will plop down on your bed, not hesitating to smush you with his whole body weight. you can hear the burly man sigh while you run a hand through his blonde hair as he takes in a deep whiff of your scent, something he'll never grow tired of doing. he's your personal weighted blanket and teddy bear like a 2-for-1 (what a deal) and more often than not he'll be holding onto you all night long as if you'd disappear in the morning like a dream that's simply too good to be true. Reiner is the epitome of a golden retriever bf!!

#im so in love with him #it's actually a problem #such a sweet sweet man #reiner braun #golden retriever boyfriend #attack on titan #aot #aot fluff #reiner brainrot #reiner braun x reader #aot x reader #aot reiner

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hangeslefteye · 2 years ago

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Aot boys doing your makeup HCS (REALİSTİC)

I did like one proper HC with girls now I must shitpost because balance ;) HCS for EREN,JEAN,REİNER,PORCO,ZEKE AND LEVİ doing your makeup <3

Eren:

He thinks he's good at makeup just because he sometimes wears eyeliner and acts bold,very bold.But suprise he's clueless,you should have seen it coming when he mistakes your contour stick for a lipstick D: Also very interested in brushes and uses like 6-7 brushes just to 'blend' eyeshadow.Final look will be something like:

Panda but make it goth D: You better suck it up and go out like this or else he'll be petty af the entire week.

Jean:

I hate to headcanon this but Jean is to type to criticise your fashion/makeup choices even if it's subtly.Thinking he knows it all he'll act overly brave with it but kinda convincing because he can actually name some makeup products other than eyeliner.Eren could never.He will raise your expectations sky high when on it but it wil turn out like:

He claims this is a sophisticated look for the fashion magazines D: İf you wipe it you are tasteless, periodt.

Reiner:

He doesn't trust himself AT ALL with it.Like get some product on the brush first but no he'll literally brush your face with 0 product on it for minutes xDD Also he's the type to pick nudes and pastels to not to make it too obvious.He isn't knowledgeable at all but since he loves watching you doing your own makeup he picked up one or two things.Tho not much so you got:

His baking game is no good but he had like 96789565 existential crises while on it and he says you can wipe it but he'll feel horrible if you do :/

Porco:

He thinks makeup is face paint for adult women,can't even name a SİNGLE product D: But willing to do anything for his 'baby' including 'makeup'.He picks the weirdest color combinations possible so, you are lucky if you look like a clown but odds are you will look like you got beaten up in a pride parade D: Also cleans mascara/eyeliner with YOUR spit D: İt's more hygienic this way because D:

He too would admit that he used his creativity a little too much D: Society's beauty standarts are not ready for this.

Zeke:

During the entire process he acts like a know it all youtube beauty guru and you might think he is acting goofy but suprise he is actually a pro at this??Like which ex taught you???But no this is one of his many weird hobbies and he's just that great.

Ofc he'll go for a classy doe eyes look xD Just make sure to thank him properly for the masterpiece he created.

Levi:

Another one for the clueless gang but he's the only smart enough person to ask what any product is used for and how he should do it.Considering he's quite handy in anything he does he picks it up fast and with you guiding a little he can pull of a wearable yet simple look such as:

Afterwards he wants to clean your brushes with bleach,better keep an eye on him.Also Levi is the type to show his love through actions so if he senses you liked what he did, later on he can ask you himself to do your makeup.Of course he gets better and better each time <3

Afternotes:Could you tolerate your fave painting your face?

#eren yeager #eren jeager #zeke yeager #zeke jaeger #levi ackerman #levi x reader #porco galliard #reiner braun #reiner brainrot #jean kirstein #jean x reader #eren x reader #zeke x reader #reiner x reader #porco x reader #attack on titan #shingeki no kyojin #aot #snk

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lemmetreatya · 2 years ago

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enemies to lovers but it's southern reiner and you're both prize winning cow farmers competing at the state fair ((u make out on the ferris wheel and bicker in front of the official 4-H judges))

oh this request is so mf goaatteeddd!! i just know you care me. you love me sooooo much. this is lifes greatest gift and you have literally bestowed it upon me. i kiss you witj open mouth!

It’s Everyone’s Game — Southern!Reiner x fem!Reader

word count: 3.2k+

content: enemies to lovers, happy ending, slight yan!reiner, reader is quite confrontational

Every single year, he did this — Without fail.

It’s been impossible to attend a peaceful Marley’s Grand State Fair without the most irksome competition known to man attending too.

He wasn’t fearless, or a nasty cheater, or even someone who paid behind door bribes. It was simply because he was just as competitive as you. And annoyingly, he chose your beloved niche to be competitive about.

“Betty’s definitely gonna beat yer Tyler II again this year. Your old boy ain’t got shit on us.”

With a roll of your eyes, you turned around in a huff as you were met with none other than the notorious Four time MGSF winner — Reiner Braun.

“Quit ya talking, Braun. We don’t know jack for certain so we’ll let the judges be judge of that.”

A smirk that was as sweet as summertime honey graced Reiner’s face. He quickly spat the toothpick that was in his mouth and squeezed the crown of his hat before sizing you up. You definitely noticed how his frame was so immensely empowering over yours.

“Oh, don’t worry. I plan to let them judge because then it means I’m winning again.” He teased.

You opened your mouth to rebuttal but before you could, the man walked off.

With an annoyed clench of your hands you made a short and quiet scream.

It just wasn’t fair. For five years in a row, you had won the state fair’s competition for healthiest cow. Tyler the First used to be your breadwinner, until his son Tyler II surpassed him, but you didn’t mind because the competition was between you and yourself.

That was until, Reiner Braun came onto the scene with his Beloved Betty and started dominating each time after that.

If he won again this year then his title wins would be tied with yours — but you couldn’t have that, nor anymore losses or second places. This was the last year of Tyler II’s prime meaning it was probably also your last chance to become a six time champion — and youngest contestant in the history of Marley’s Grand State Fair to do so.

None of your other cattle were matching to Tyler II’s standard so it was all or nothing.

If only Reiner Braun and Betty weren’t in the goddamn way!

“I-it’s a tie.”

“What?!”

Both you and Reiner rose from your seats.

The judges looked towards the both of you with solemn faces. Each and every one of them have been judging long enough to know the feud the two of you had and that this decision was trouble.

“It’s a tie.” Another judge spoke up with a cleared throat. “Based on all the criteria, both Betty and Tyler II’s match neck and neck. There’s nothing else we can do.”

“That’s not fair!” You instantly object back.

There was a moment of silence as most of the people present were too stunned to speak but with a sigh, Reiner spoke up next.

“I hate to say this but I agree.” Everyone looked to the man in shock. Even you made a surprised face at him as you watched him fold his arms over his chest and shake his head.

“This ain’t no fair. There’s got to be an anomaly somewhere. There has to be a set winner.”

You were so close to agreeing with his statement but there was something in you that just wouldn’t let yourself be in harmony with him.

“Wait, what d’you mean ‘you hate to agree’ with me? What, you think I’m wrong all the time?!”

Turning in your direction with a nonchalant attitude, Reiner shrugged.

“Matter of fact, I do, yes.”

Squinting your eyes at him, your jaw dropped as you stepped into his personal space.

“Why, I oughta—”

“Either way!” The judge loudly spoke over you both as they stepped in again. “We’re not going back on our decision. We’ve decided to crown you both first place and that's final.”

“What happens to the prize then?” You ask.

“Well, we’ll split the money between you each and then you’d both have to share a free ride ticket at the state fair.”

"Share a ticket?" You question.

"As in, take a ride together?" Reiner finishes.

The judge nods accordingly, the resolute decision shown clearly on their face.

"Yes, exactly that."

Both you and Reiner look at each other in mild shock at the judgement. Could this really get any worse?

You really jinxed yourself with that one. This got so much worse.

It never occurred to you how little rides were available for two people who didn’t require to be sardined right against each other.

Upsettingly, the ferris wheel was one of the only rides which could accompany a shared yet distanced pair. It definitely wasn’t your first or favourite choice but at least it meant you got your ticket’s worth.

Right?

“God, can this ride go any slower?”

You moan out loud as your head hits the side of the ferris wheel frame. You can’t help but slouch in your position as your hand slides down the window.

Reiner on the other hand sat quietly on the opposite bench. He hadn’t said much the whole ride, only pensively have his macho arms folded over his burly chest. You would have found something to complain about, like how he was assertively manspreading or tapping his going-out timberlands against the metal floor board, but you weren’t in any better form yourself so you didn’t mention it.

“Maybe the slowness can get you to reflect on your behaviour.” He hummed.

With a surprised expression, more at the prospects those were his first words the whole ride, you quickly sat up in offence.

“I—What behaviour?! I’m pretty well behaved thank you very much.”

Reiner looked at you with a face of perplexity. Usually he’d bite back or say something to provoke you more, but for the first time, he didn’t.

A small sigh left the blonde’s mouth as he looked out the ferris wheel’s view. His hand came up to slightly pinch his hat by the front and tip it further of his eyes.

“Look, after today’s competition, I’ve been thinking. Why don’t we just call a truce? There’s no point fighting over this petty shit, it’s tiring.” He said in a low voice.

His words made you frown.

You know you weren’t the most receptive individual when it came to being the ‘bigger person’, but even this seemed bizarre for Reiner to address.

From the moment you met him, he was against you. There’s never been a good day of friendly fire between you — it’s always been fire and opposition. Like yes, he was a good looking guy, and you’re sure he was nice to everyone else — but that's just not the relationship you two had.

If this was a joke, it was a very distasteful one.

Sitting further back onto your side of the bench, you mirror his stature by folding your arms over your own chest. Only difference is that you folded your legs instead.

“I’m not in a laughing mood, Braun. This isn’t time for any’a these games of yours.”

Reiner shook his head as he shrugged.

“Okay, but I’m not pulling your leg, I’m being serious. We’re big enough adults, aren’t we? — I think we’re capable of calling a truce for the sake of peace.”

“Peace?” Your voice went an octave higher. “Between me and you?”

Reiner looked at you expectantly, his face unwavering. With how solid his resolve was, you knew he wasn’t joking and in all honesty, that truly and utterly confused you.

If you were in a any goofier mood, you would have laughed.

“Braun, last time I checked, you hated me — and quite vehemently, may I add. So tell me, why on God’s green earth would I suddenly call a truce?”

With a face of confusion and hands cupping his knees, Reiner bends forwards in his seat.

“Wait, you think I hate you?!”

That caught you off guard. So much so that your throat made a short circuiting noise.

You sure as hell hope this man wasn’t trying to gaslight you right now because now he’s even gotten you questioning every interaction you’ve had with him the whole five years you’ve known his sorry ass.

Holding your hands up in front of you, momentarily squeezed your eyes shut.

“I—Is that a trick question? Of course you hate me, Braun. You always have...”

A louder sigh than before left Reiner’s mouth. Leaning back, the man slowly removed his hat from his head, the other hand ruffling his blonde hairs.

All you could do was watch in shock as Reiner looked at you with eyes you've never seen him look at you with before. The man placed his hat down on the bench next to him before standing up with an exasperated expression. With his hands on his hips, he stood within the middle of the carriage and pensively looked out of the ferris wheel view.

Several seconds passed but they all felt like excruciating minutes. Something about this conversation, Reiner’s attitude, just all felt so off.

Looking up at his towering figure, you couldn’t help but let your expression sour. With his short sleeved muscle t-shirt and Levi jeans, the man looked healthy, but you couldn’t help but think he was sick in the head for pulling such a joke.

“Reiner, I asked you a question.” You tried to assert.

With a pained squint of his face, the blonde turned his face to the side.

“I know!” He almost whined. “Just… give me a second, alright? I’m tryna formulate what I wanna say.”

Your body language slumped against the bench but it was a mask for the suffocating feeling of your heart drumming hard against your chest — more than it has for any contest.

All of this felt so surreal right now. The outcome of the competition, the fact that you were in this stupid ferris wheel, whatever it was that was going on with Reiner — it just seemed like such an out of body experience but you knew you were present.

Pressing his hand up against the roof of the ferris wheel, Reiner sighed before looking down at you.

“Woman, I have never hated your guts for the life of me. If anything I envied you. You seem to do everything so flawlessly and effortlessly and I’m jealous of that. I gotta work real hard to get Betty to beat your boys, you know that? When I win, it feels good. Why? Because it means I’ve worked hard, not because it means I get to see you lookin’ all despondent.”

You thickly gulped as you looked up at the man and in return meet his eyes. There was so much more he wanted to say, you could just see it in the way his mouth twitched every time he looked to you.

But after hearing those words, the situation was becoming more clear. You didn’t care that Reiner thought you did things with no effort. Your whole life had been people thinking the exact same thing, so to you the presumption was uninflecting. But right now, you’re sworn enemy, was telling you how they never hated you or liked seeing you sad.

That he was jealous of you? Envious of you? Inspired to do better by you?

All of this could easily be used to power on rivalry but that’s not what Reiner was saying. Right now, this man was admitting to hating how winning made you sad — and how that, made him sadder.

“So…you saying you never had anything against me?”

You ask unsurely.

The blonde man made a hazy face as he twisted his hand to show contemplation.

“Aside from a lil friendly competition fire, I’ve never had anything against you. Well, at least nothing negative.”

He mumbled the last part but it didn’t go unheard by you. For such a life changing subject, you couldn’t afford to miss out on any information that could help you understand what this was about.

“That last bit, whaddyou mean by ‘at least nothing negative’?” You pointed at him.

Reiner looked as if he’d been caught off guard. He grumbles beneath his breath as he turns his head away from you again, but all it revealed to you was the tale-telling signs as the tips of his ears blushed rosy red.

“It’s nothing important.” He retorts.

“Doesn’t matter; repeat it. You’ve decided to lay everything out into the open so you might as well say what you mean.”

With a lethargic groan, Reiner wiped his hand over his face. You could tell whatever he was going to say was going to be deep considering the uncertain glance gave you.

However, when he let out a dry laugh and placed his hands onto his hips, you knew that was his ‘fuck it’ moment.

“Okay, fine. I didn’t have anything negative against you but I guess the only reason why I was so determined to win each year was because it’d at least mean you’d notice me and I wanted you to notice me because I had a silly crush on you. There. I said it. Happy now?”

His voice was so calm but you could tell he was nervous as hell due to how he spoke in one breath. The way his fingers flexed and his footing constantly swapped, he was anything but confident revealing what he just did. But you don’t blame him, confessing your feelings to someone would always feel daunting, regardless of age. You even felt nervous for him.

But alas, Reiner had taken courage to say what he’d been hiding for all this time. You guess the least you could do was take his ignited fire and turn it into a flame.

Clearing your throat, you patted the seat next to you as you scooched up closer towards the wall. Reiner instantly got the message and sat himself besides you.

The tall man downsized himself to be seated next to you. However, as soon as he sat down, your thighs were warmly touching. You tried to shuffle over but it was to no avail, you were already stuck to the wall. What was even worse was that Reiner’s arms had nowhere to rest. The both of you tried to squeeze each way to make more room but nothing worked.

“Damn, these things real tight.” He lowly joked and you couldn't help but laugh along.

Inevitably, the both of you tried to stick round it but it ended up with one of Reiner’s arms draped around your shoulders and one of your arms leaning on his thigh.

When you initially invited him down, you didn’t think the fitting would be that tight but you guess for a large man, most things weren’t tailored to his size. Imagine how bad it would have been if you chose a rollacoaster ride?!

“How long?”

After a minute or so of silence sat in that position, you spoke.

Reiner looked down at you once he heard you speak. He had his own head being tomb raided with so many thoughts already so he was glad you said something to finally break the cycle.

“How long for what?”

“That you’ve had a crush on me.” You reiterated.

“Since the day I first laid eyes on you.” Reiner instantaneously replied.

With an upset face you looked up at the man. You couldn’t help but notice how that phrase seem like he’d finally released a long breath he’d been holding. He must have felt that way for a long time.

Poking Reiner’s chest you jutted your lip out.

“All that time? How did you expect me to know you liked me? Especially with all that competition shit we had going on, it’d be impossible.”

Scratching the back of his neck, Reiner looked away from you. Although that wasn’t for long because instantly he was back looking straight down at you with a face of admiration — blushes and all.

“Yeah, well I guess it’s my fault in a way. Makes sense you wouldn’t have known concerning how we always seemed at each other’s throats.”

“Yeah. Guess so.” You mumbled.

Although the air was thick with a new fodder of feelings, neither you nor Reiner were able to keep your eyes off of each other. If anything you’re not surprised; Even within these conditions, you were still going head to head to see who’d look away first.

“I know this’ll sound sudden but is it okay if I kiss you? It’s fine if you say no.”

Reiner eventually mumbles.

You knew it was coming because the way his thumb was soothing over your shoulder could only illicit to such things, but nevertheless, it still caught you off guard.

Blinking rapidly, you quickly glance out at the view behind him. You hadn’t noticed but the both of you were nearing the end of your ride.

“And what if I did say no?” You tease as your eyes glance back to him.

With a shrug, Reiner replied.

“Then I’d back up.”

“Without a fight?” You ask.

“Without question.”

You were glad Reiner had concern for how you felt. For now, it had only been him to confess his feelings so it was encouraging that he was still aware that you didn’t owe him anything.

But even whilst being slightly skeptical of these new revelations, you still wanted to indulge just this once.

With your hand on his thigh slowly inching towards the inner part of his leg, you looked up at Reiner from beneath your lashes.

“Don’t back up.” You whisper, your words feather light.

And that was all the access Reiner needed.

With a delicate swoop, the blonde bent down to softly press his lips against yours. His hand that wasn’t already behind your back came up to lightly press against your cheek, the kiss all consuming as the man practically sucked you up.

If you hadn’t believed Reiner had liked you for ages before, then you did now. The amount of desperate panting yet wholesome restraint in not to devour you then and there was so evident in how he kissed you.

Its not like you haven’t been kissed before, but the experience felt so new and fresh to you that it couldn’t help but feel like it was your first.

Your own hand tentatively came up to wrap around the nape of his neck and you couldn’t deny how hot the growl he made in you doing that, was.

No one could say for sure how long you two stayed like that. Especially not when the both of you were practically gasping for air when you pulled back.

With his lips blood and flushed pink — slick with a mix of both your spits — you couldn’t help but occasionally glance down at them as you spoke to Reiner with blown eyes.

“I’m starting to feel like you called a truce just so you could kiss me.”

A low chuckle left the man’s lips. He couldn’t help but to lean forwards and land another kiss to your lips before quickly pulling back.

“Oh, I’m planning to do much more than just that.”

He said whilst pulling you closer to tug you onto his lap.

Maybe, just maybe, coming joint first place wasn’t as bad as it seemed.

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mommypieck · 3 years ago

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⌗︙・facesitting with reiner ⸜⸜・

poor reiner acts so brave to the point of asking u to put all of your weight on his face that he can take it. and don't get me wrong, he really can take it, but u both don't expect how high your pussy can get him. not even two minutes into it, he's lip smacking and touching your body all over. he doesn't know where to put his hands. his tiny brain isn't even functioning well as he chokes on your juices. he's lapping u up even after u cum, trying to taste u little more. u have to literally crawl away from his mouth. when u turn around, u see him sitting criss cross on the bed, your juices still all over his face and even his hair is dump. he looks at u almost whining as he fists his pathetic cock. such a pretty baby.

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hangesbestie · 2 years ago

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Reiner x female reader nsfw. I've always felt like Reiner would be so considerate before, during, and after sex. Like he wants to make sure you're okay and afterwards he would love to just hold you and play with you hair.

yes, yes, yes, i completely agree 💌 soft, caring, love-drunk Reiner always

nsfw content ahead — minors do not interact

Even before Reiner thinks of leaning down towards you again, longing in his bones to feel the touch of your lips upon his own — in a much deeper way than the chaste kisses you've been sharing until now, short-lived and light-hearted; the whole world stops for a good moment, and he takes a look at you.

His hazel eyes soon are dipping into your features, traveling across your face, feeling already so desperately love-drunk he could feel ashamed, should feel ashamed, pathetic at the least — but with you, when it comes to you, it's senseless to find any regrets on it, any guilt; when everything feels so right.

How every single time he finds himself lost on you like this, his captivation consuming him from the insides, devouring his self-restraint, eating him alive in the most blissful way.

Observing you between his slow blinking, even the most imperceptible detail written across your skin is acknowledged in his eyes, cherished upon, the ‘imperfect’ spots, the enthralling look in your eyes, disarming him in ways beyond what words can ever say, the slight crease of your brows, the bridge of your nose that so many times he had kissed, and then — then he sees your lips, slightly parted, damp in between kisses, waiting for him, aching for him in what have been simple seconds in truth, and at the sight of you, looking at him like that, so yours, so his, nothing is left to do but giving in — and he does.

Both of your lips find their way to one another, and it feels easy to surrender, it always does; and even with that burning thrill guiding both of your movements, his touch always remains gentle, reverent as his hands roam across your body, finding their place around your waist. And soon those modest kisses lead to deeper ones, tongues softly delving inside each other's mouths, unhurried at first — but kindling your insides in that certain way you know deep in your bones that can only grow more and more insatiable, feeling the taste of him on your mouth, your fervent exhales interweaving with each other. When he feels your hands locking around his neck, without even thinking about it, his tender hold on you guides your body towards his own, towering over you always in a way that quickens your heartbeat. The lingering closeness between your bodies turns into a sweet nothing; lips curling in a smile as soon as he deepens the kisses again and you begin to feel the evident hardness in his pants, pressing against you.

With you humming against his lips — so sweet, so perfect, his hands sneak inside your shirt, big and steady traveling down your spine, in between your shoulder blades, holding your back with a sureness stronger than life; your fingers running through his blonde hair, awakening a low sigh from his chest.

And still, all that remains in Reiner is pure gentleness. Even when he watches you laying down in the bed, eyes never abandoning him, resting on your elbows, clothes already somehow disheveled, and he feels a wildfire running loose beneath his skin, weakening his knees.

Even when his body falls on top of yours, between your open legs, featherlight despite his size, fragile despite all his brute strength, and the ever-growing arousal in his pants helplessly rubs against your core, thing you reciprocate with a breathy moan, he still holds you like the most delicate of things — even with his hands trailing through your skin, observing a body he aches to undress, with kisses growing more and more hot-blooded, lingering for a moment upon your jaw… his amber eyes still fall on yours for a silent second, breathing the same air, filled with an unspoken question that needs no answer.

Even during those moments when the only thing Reiner can't do is thinking straight, lost in the feeling of thrusting in and out of you, both of you so close together its starts to drive him mad, you so tight it clouds his whole sanity — his gentleness never subsides. Even when the grip of your hand in his arm tightens a bit, asking without words for more, always more, and your eyes become half-lidded in the sensation he's granting you, moans and fervent breaths escaping your lips; and he watches you calling his name, thinking with his whole heart that you are nothing but heaven-sent, incapable of denying you a thing, feeling his chest blooming in warmth — rocking his hips into yours, each time deeper than the last one, each one more frantic, more profound, sweeter, better — all for you; and his way of holding you never changes; so deep inside that he could gladly die in those moments around your arms, head coming to rest upon your shoulder at his growing need to come undone, at you tightening around him, breathing sweet nothings into your ears.

And even afterwards, when both of you are still catching your breaths, with the later bliss washing over you and your entangled bodies, and Reiner leans down, his heart guiding him — kissing your hairline, your cheek, your forehead, drunk in the warmth of love overflowing inside his ribcage, of the closeness of you and him, and your hand finds the back of his head — the touch of his lips falling upon you is lighter than raindrops, and you lean into his touch, so madly, so doubtlessly.

Even when Reiner is like this, looking down on you, when tears are helplessly spilling out, he does not feel them, paying mind to nothing.

Nothing in the world matters to him. Not when there is you, your disarranged hair unfurling upon the pillows, the tenderness in your eyes; not when there is you to him, and him to you.

“You're feeling alright?”

Right away, you dismiss his question. arms reaching up, fingers wiping his tears away. “Are you, love?”

“I am, yes.”

This time, it is his tears what fall upon you like raindrops.

Your hands go from caressing his features down to his broad shoulders, touch guiding him towards you; and Reiner falls right into you, arms embracing one another, skin on skin, his head coming to rest on the crook of your neck, eyes closing, allowing himself to get lost in you for some moments, feeling your fingertips through his hair.

You two always stay like that, together, for a long while.

Hiding away from the world in each other's arms. Him observing you at his side, his calloused hand rubbing circles on your naked hip, stealing a kiss from you, placing another upon your shoulder, tender and heartfelt, rearranging the strands of your hair. And your fingertips always end up tracing his otherworldly features, beautiful in their roughness, memorizing them again and again, as if you don't have them etched upon your mind like unyielding fire. You kiss his eyelids, the bridge of his crooked nose, his cheeks, and not much time can pass before Reiner already leans down to kiss you one more time, and all of it is gentle, soft, even then, even now. And you know that it is in his nature, that he just can't help himself.

Because all he could ever want is that. To feel the gentleness of intimacy between you two; that itself is all he can ever feel, all he can give you.

And because out of all places, you're there, in his arms.

— interactions are always appreciated. inbox/requests are open! ♡

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dekheinjee · 2 years ago

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Him and this angle >>

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multifandoms27-blog · 2 years ago

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Reiner Braun Relationship HC's 2

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Content: Post-Marley Reiner Braun x GN! Reader

Warnings: Simpage (from me), mentions of kidnapping, mentions of Marco, Zeke. Also slight suggestiveness at the end, but nothing explicit.

Notes: No S4 spoilers, even though this takes place in Marley. Anime watchers can read this 👍

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Okay so, a lot of this is going to be based off an rp between me and a friend you know who you are but I feel it's close enough to his character in S4, so bare with me

Reiner took you with him to Marley by force so now you're kinda stuck with him

If you can forgive him after the whole Marco/traitor thing, I would then this will be no problem for you

He's super serious in government meetings and anything pertaining to Titans and Paradis, but when with you he's anything but

Sometimes he needs to be held and told he's okay, sometimes he wants to take you out for a walk, sometimes he just needs your presence with him but don't talk to him...it depends

I feel like he would tell you what's going on within the government and what's happened over at Paradis, even though he's not supposed to and you both could be killed for it

He only does that so you're in the loop and are safe. Although, since you'd be from Paradis, I doubt the government wouldn't make good use of you.

Reiner would do anything to make sure they wouldn't send you back over to Paradis, or make you fight again. Obviously this can only extend so far, unless you gain the favor of Zeke. But that's a discussion for another day.

Reiner would still like some PDA, or just being semi clingy in general, as you're one of his only lights of happiness. But he wants the PDA to be restricted to hand holding in front of Gabi and the others.

He's going to lean on you a lot more in Marley than he ever did in Paradis, and it might be a little overwhelming, maybe annoying, but he's a broken man and is just trying to make you happy while also trying to be happy himself.

He can get jealous pretty easily - he's always worried about losing you. So when he sees you with Zeke once you've gained his favor, he's going to start comparing himself and the older man. He's going to lash out at you and Zeke for it, but will really only beg for forgiveness from you. Please show him the wonderful ways of communicating problems.

When you're alone and you grab his tits chest, he might give you a confused look before letting you continue to mess with him. He doesn't understand your fixation with his chest, but if it makes you happy, they're all yours.

Reiner please give me a chance I beg of you

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killxio · 2 years ago

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the start of something beautiful | r. braun

word count: 402 [ 1 min 30 sec read] | ✪ content warnings: uuuhhh stay away if u team fuck them kids. i mean i am too but like.. who don't love a fictional baby?

✮ new dad!reiner x new mom!reader / reiner x black!reader

you, your man, and y’all’s newborn baby.

- new dad!reiner who cried more than the baby did at birth

- new dad!reiner who, despite not letting you lift a finger since finding out about the pregnancy, still puts you on bedrest for the first few weeks post-partum. regardless of doctor's orders.

- new dad!reiner who rushes to his babygirl's every beck and call. he's learned her different types of cries after just one week, and can damn near hear her cry before she actually starts crying.

- new dad!reiner who's there for every post partum ache or craving, anything you want he'll get.

"whats wrong?" he immediately shoots up from his book in bed at the sight of you teary-eyed.

"it's s-stupid" you sniffle

"how many 'stupid' things have i made happen for you during the pregnancy? you still think i care about stupid?? tell me what's wrong baby."

"i want a kinder bueno bar so badddduhh" you whine, slumping over into the pregnancy pillow you still utilize.

you barely blink and he's sliding on his hoodie and slides.

best believe you got three of those damn bueno bars.

- new dad!reiner of whom you have a video of slowly swaying in the kitchen, lowly singing to an RnB song, daughter laying across one arm and a spatula in the other one early morning.

- new dad!reiner who has no concept of when a baby is meant to start eating solid food.

"so uhhh.. what's going on here?"

"’m introducing her to peanut butter."

"for one, ill be damned if my baby likes that solidifed dog water and two.. she's three and a half weeks old?"

"yeah. and?"

"'rei, that's like 8 month old shit. she can't even sit up on her own?"

(spoiler; not that you liked peanut butter before, but during your pregnancy the smell made you throw up on more than one occasion. no suprise she didn't like it a year later when reiner tried again.)

- new dad!reiner who you find in the hall late one night, showing babygirl your bump progression photos, explaining to her how big she was at each interval and how excited he is that she's finally here in the flesh.

- new dad!reiner who's first post of her had lyrics to "she's mine, pt.2" in the caption.

- new dad!reiner who, again, cries more than the baby does when his paternity leave is up and he has to work again.

- new dad!reiner, who makes you wanna marry him all over again.

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quills-of-freedom · 2 years ago

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First time ~

>> New Series <<

The first times will include numerous things. First time saying "I love you." First time finding something out about them... you'll understand better as they go on.

For example, this one is...

First time: Reiner unleashes his breeding kink 👶 & First time: Reiner goes ultra feral

I'm including First time with Reiner Braun here. First time having sex with Reiner. The Reiner stuff seems to just be canonning together.

I guess this is Reiner getting comfortable with you. Aw. <3

Warnings: Smut. Breeding Kink. Oral. 18+ Slight praising, I guess?

Tag-list: 🐙

@dreamerdeity

@DREAMERDEITY

@koo-detat

@XOYOURONLYAMORRXO

It had been a hell of a long day in training, and y/n was just glad to be back at the Trost Barracks instead of the training grounds. Because that meant she had her own room. Granted, it was small. Granted, it was used when she wasn't there as the rooms and training timetables were on rotation. But she could finally just get some sleep without Sasha's creepy sleepwalking or Annie's nightmares.

Just as her eyes begin to close, she hears a stealthy tapping at the door closely followed by the sound of it opening and someone coming inside.

Now what?

She turns to see Reiner, silently closing the door behind him.

"Sorry for just walking in…" He whispers, carefully making his way over to her bed as she sits up. "I think Connie was coming out of the latrines so he would have seen me."

"I don't mind." She explains.

"I uh…" His face burned.

As he found the words he needed, she noticed he was still in his clothes and he smelled like fresh air, so he'd been outside at some point recently. A little odd, seeing as though it was pretty late.

"I wanted to be with you. N-not like that. I mean I wouldn't say no, but what I meant was I uh… I know we just saw each other and all and - "

"Are you trying to say you missed me?" She laughs softly.

"Yeah. That." He nods,

"Aren't you just a huge sweetheart?" She teases, putting her face close to his in a smirk.

His face brightens, his movements trembling.

"I guess I'll have to take special care of you…" She whispers, getting to her feet - her gaze not once leaving his.

His lips part open as she gently pushes him onto the bed, straddling his sitting position. His hands immediately grab her waist, his eyes begging for her once more.

Once these days off were up, she didn't know when she'd be able to be alone with him again, so she was making the most of it as her gorgeous lips press against her lover, gripping his shirt tightly. The past two times he had made such sweet, gentle love to her. Pleasing her - it was time to return the favour.

"We don't have to…" His voice tremors as her lips caress his neck. "I just wanted to see you… I mean, I'm not complaining… I just don't want you to think it's all I want."

"I know it's not." She replied with honesty, heavy-lidded eyes piercing into his soul. "But it's my turn to show you how much you mean to me…"

He gulps, Addams apple bobbing as she returns her mouth to his, his whimper of anticipation and excitement adorably pathetic. His natural scent and taste intoxicated her as she moves her mouth to his neck, shivers running down his spine as she gently nips his skin with her teeth with a small moan, his pheromones like a drug to her.

"Y-you're a goddess…" He whimpers as she glows in the moonlight, her fingers gently undoing the buttons on his shirt.

"And I'm all yours…" She replies.

He makes a weird squeaking sound but she found it cute as she hums into his chest, mouth following her fingers. She can feel his heart hammering against her head as her mouth moves down his solid chest, his cock already solid and pleading to be released. His crimson hue does not once let up as he watches her every movement, slack-jawed and gawping like some idiot fish out of water.

"You can use me all you want." He breathes, his hands gripping the edge of the mattress. "Use me to feel good."

"No…" She replies in a soft tone, pushing his now-open shirt off his arms. "Tonight is all about you."

His mouth is dry from all the gawping as she pushes him back and lifts her nightgown over her head, revealing her celestial being-like body to him.

"Y-Y/N…" He stammers, all functioning parts of his brain short-circuiting.

"I belong to you, Reiner…" She purred, the both of them not able to get enough of the other. "Touch me anywhere you'd like…"

"Ah~ …" He quietly wails, already leaving the boundaries of sanity just by seeing her gorgeous body.

His left-hand slides up her ribs to her breast, rolling it within his hand and pulling her erect nipple. His breathing is hot and heavy as she allows his large greedy hands to invade her. She then begins to tug at his trousers, freeing his desire from the cloth as she moves her head and places soft, sensual kisses down his ripped torso.

His voice breaks in a whine as her satin soft skin brushes against his cock, her teasingly slow affections down his abs driving him insane. But what really pushed him over the edge, was how, as she reached his groin, her eyes flickered up to meet his, gorgeous and fluttering as her mouth moves closer and closer to his cock.

"I don't deserve you." He whispers, throwing his head back and gripping the sheets as her tongue now lies upon the base of his large shaft. "Oh god…"

She runs her tongue up his length at a snail-pace, his mouth hanging open and his hands circling the sheets aimlessly.

"It's so big…" she gasps.

Of course, she already knew. But she wanted to push his sanity, to see how far he'd go before he lost control.

"So big, I don't know how it's going to fit…"

He tugs at his hair lying flat on his back as she begins to give it cute yet sexy kitten licks across the most sensitive spot, his pre-cum sweet and weeping.

"Shi---t." He hisses, eyes wide at the ceiling.

She takes him into her hand, now circling her tongue around the tip before ever-so-slowly sliding her lips down as far as it'd go, keeping the seal tight and her cheeks hollow, but ensuring she kept the pace to a low level.

"I… I can't… I'm gonna wake everyone up…" He pleads, trying to stifle his loud cries.

He lets out a high-pitched whine as she removes him from her mouth.

"Oh? I can stop if you'd like…?"

"N-no, I don't care. Please, don't stop…"

She slides her now-soaked panties down her legs before leaning over and gently putting them into his mouth as a gag, his eyes watering with how amazing he felt and how much she had turned him on. She returns to her movements, keeping the pace slow and the suction tight. His eyes continue to water as he gazes up at the ceiling, biting down on the bundled panties as hard as he could. His grip on the sheets was now so tight, veins were protruding as he clawed himself down to reality. His muffled moans were still vibrating through the material as she worked him, flicking her tongue over his tip every time she bobbed her head up. His toes curled and gripped air and his legs tensed just as hard as his arms as he blinks away tears of joy.

How can anything on this earth feel so good? He thinks to himself, hopelessly, as his head tilts back further, the lump in his throat prominent as he whines loudly through the gag.

Suddenly he sits up, removing the panties from his mouth.

"I can't take it." He mutters, eyes dark as he pulls her to her feet. In the blink of an eye, he had her pinned to the bed, her thighs pushed up to her chest as he places his angry-looking dick at her tiny hole.

"R-Reiner…" She stammers, shocked and turned on beyond belief.

She knew he was strong. But in this instance she could feel the strength within him pouring out of his entire being, just coiled and ready to pound into her.

He grits his teeth in a silenced groan as he pushes himself into his love once more, before beginning to pump into her at a decent pace. He hides his head next to hers, muttering all sorts of profanities and beautiful words into her ear as his king cock prods and intrudes upon her insides.

"God you feel amazing. I'm going to fuck you like this every fuckin' day." He hisses into her, lacing both his hands into hers and holding them against the mattress; his ass bobbing up and down as he dips deeply inside of her.

"I can't get enough of you, y/n… I urgh… ah…"

She can't reply. She's being pushed into her own heaven, his beautiful sex pushing her closer and closer to her golden end. In a strange yet wonderful way, it feels as though his trunk of a cock was prodding her so deep, it was in her throat.

He just wanted to kidnap her and run away, taking her to some cave and fuck her every day. No interruptions. No friends hanging around. Just he and her, pumping her full of his seed, every. single. day.

So this is what he's like, feral… She thinks, not an ounce of complaint in her observation.

He hisses as he slows his pace, now slowly pushing into her cervix.

"You gonna make me a Dad, huh?" He whines into her; his eyes closed but mouth sloppily making out with her neck in between words.

Wait, what?

"Fuck, gonna fill you up… gonna pump you full of my kids. Get you all swollen with me…"

She blinks but she doesn't say anything. This was obviously Reiner's deep-rooted kink. She just felt happy he was comfortable enough with her to allow himself to bring her into such fiery realms of his psyche.

"Gonna pump you so full..."

She goes with it gladly, rocking her hips to his new rhythm and enjoying the loud, yet muffled groans he was emitting into her ear.

She decides to see if she can push him further.

"Ah~ Reiner... I can't handle it... I need to be full with you."

His pace quickens, pulling his head up to look at her - his eyes heavy and hazed, his speech slurred and drawling. "You're gonna be, baby. Gonna t-take such good care of you. I, ah, I can't... handle it."

He shocks her as he grabs her ass hard before giving it an open palmed slap, this being the first he'd been anything but a blushing mess being within her.

She cries out in surprise at it, her insides clenching harder against his poundings.

"mmm, cum for me, baby... I know you're close." He whispers drunkenly, his fingertips digging into her curves.

She turns her head slightly to feel the sheet by her head was wet. He was so beyond, he'd been drooling into her the entire time he'd been muffling his loud groans of euphoria.

Knowing how far gone he has turned her on beyond words. She knew if someone tried to interrupt him from blowing his fat nut into her, he'd probably get physical.

"Shit!" He spits as your insides flex and dance in your rapture, milking his cock with each powerful squeeze, his own golden end had approached and it was the biggest orgasm of his life so far.

His vision is taken from him as he detonates within her, the weapon of mass destruction making a total mess of her insides as his legs quiver and give out, resulting in him flopping on top of her, his breath so heavy he's slightly wheezing.

"D-don't m-move..." He stammers from within his darkness. "Keep it all inside of you, like the good girl you are."

She's still blown away by the levels of depravity his kink took him, his vocals still humming softly even now.

Once he finally calms down, poor Reiner is a little embarrassed. But you don't care. It's just a kink. And it's a fucking hot one at that. If he wants to breed you into his good little housewife, then so fuckin' be it.

#reiner brainrot #reiner x you #reiner x reader #snk x reader #reiner braun #reiner imagine #reiner fluff #reiner braun smut #snk #snk smut

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